#the way joke looks at jack 🥹

[srnileforme]

“So, shall we blow out the candles? Together? Yeah. Come on.”

JACK & JOKER (2024) | EPISODE 9

[babydollmarauders]

WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME? — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which jack hughes should be afraid of what y/n can do to his reputation

notes: yeah, idk what this is either; there’s not much plot.

september 16th, 2023

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi pop sensation, y/n, is seen hands on with new boy toy?

if anyone has any information on who this man is, do come forward! we’d love to know who america’s queen of heartbreak anthems is with now!

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user82 the hand placement?! HELLO?!

user3 oh great, new music where she makes herself some sad victim again

user55 a new love album next?! maybe?!

user09 let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it’s some low grade pap photos posted on a gossip blog. it could’ve been a first date for all we know

user45 @/user09 with the way they are in these pics? absolutely NOT a first date. y/n has famously said she doesn’t get “frisky” early on because of her ex. most definitely a bf

user92 oh her next song is gonna HIT

user06 that guy kinda looks…. where were these taken and when?

deuxmoi all the sender said was that they saw them in michigan last night! know something?

user06 hmm the tl matches! that looks like it could be @/jackhughes , a hockey player for the New Jersey Devils!

user98 OH MY GOD, YOU’RE RIGHT!

user67 those hands?! girlie better never let him go!

september 27th, 2023

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial every dead end street led you straight to me 🤍

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user72 SOFT LAUNCH OH MY GOD

user5 oh he’s got her using emojis?! she’s down BAD

user29 i’m so happy for her, she deserves so much love and happiness and it seems like he gives that to her 🫶

user6 MOTHER?!

user01 what poor boy did she sink her claws into this time?

user9 if you don’t like her, why are you on her post? obsessed much?

sabrinacarpenter he scored 😉

y/nofficial sab!! nah, i think i did!

user92 he better be treating her damn good! it’s what she deserves after ‘he who shall not be named’!

user76 i know who you meant but also started giggling at the idea of her writing an album about voldemort 😭

y/nofficial @/user76 gasp! don’t you know who lover is about?! the dark lord and i just couldn’t make it work :(

october 10th, 2023

jackhughes

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jackhughes as a wise woman once said: “i was enchanted to meet you”

tagged y/nofficial

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y/nofficial my sweet boy 🤍

jackhughes my pretty girl

user76 A HARD LAUNCH

user94 THEY’RE SO SICKENINGLY CUTE 😭 SHE DESERVES THIS

user36 JACK IS DATING Y/N?! OH THE SONGS THAT WILL COME OUT OF THIS

user8 he could do so much better

lhughes_06 about damn time

trevorzegras JACK WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE JOKING

user02 oh they’re so cute 🥹

dawson1417 did you just… hard launch with the biggest singer in america rn?

jackhughes y/n says “what? like it’s hard?” idk what that means

user16 can we talk about how happy she looks?! and i know her hockey loving self is giggling and kicking her feet over her landing a hockey player! too cute!!

john.marino97 if her next RED-like album is about you, i’m requesting a trade. can’t believe i’m gonna have to listen to songs about YOU

january 1st, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial thank you 2023, you brought so much love and laughter 🤍 can’t wait to see what 2024 brings!

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user86 oh she’s so down bad she was taking pics of him at his game 😭

user9 one tour pic and three pics regarding to jack? she’s so in love

jackhughes here’s to another year with you, my talented girl

y/nofficial i can’t wait for another year with you, my love 🤍

user55 i can’t wait to see you in KC this year!!

user7 she’s truly living her best life and i’m obsessed!!

user21 i hope 2024 is just as good to you as 2023 was!

january 26th, 2024

deuxmoi

36,592 likes

deuxmoi fan submission: trouble in paradise?

pop sensation, y/n, and her boyfriend, hockey player Jack Hughes, were seen out by a fan last night. the fan claims that they overheard y/n consoling Jack about his recent injury that has left him unable to play. in the video (on our site), you can hear y/n telling Jack “i know not playing is hard, i know it’s sad-”. Jack is heard cutting her off and snapping “you don’t get to tell me about sad. you don’t get it, so stop acting like you do.”according to the fan, y/n left the date alone and in tears.

what do you guys think, is this couple over?

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user29 wow what an asshole, she was just trying to be comforting

user4 wtf?

user07 yeah, can’t say i didn’t expect them to end soon enough

user99 she was trying to comfort him and he snapped at her? yeah, i’d hope they’re over

user20 she deserves better

user19 it’s just an argument, everyone is being so overdramatic

user3 do i think they’re over? no. if we know anything about y/n, it’s that she’s forgiving, sometimes to a fault.

user67 i don’t think they’re broken up but if she was leaving alone and crying, i hope they will be soon enough

user82 has anyone thought that maybe he didn’t need comforting?

user13 umm, obviously he did if he snapped at her

user98 idk about everyone else, but i do think they’re broken up if she left alone and was visibly upset

user23 oh i can’t wait to hear what she writes about him. i’ve known he seemed too good to be true

february 14th, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial happy valentines to my favorite boy 🤍

the most kind-hearted, respectful, and loving man i’ve ever had the pleasure of being able to call mine. nobody is perfect, but i think you’re pretty close to it. i’m so eternally grateful to have you in my life 🤍

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user6 oh, she’s still with him

user02 y/n, baby, please come to your senses

user14 i don’t like him at all after last month

jackhughes happy valentines, beautiful girl ❤️

user65 “nobody is perfect” oh, mother is telling us rn

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march 23rd, 2024

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi looks like y/n and her hockey beau have called it quits! eagle eyed fans spotted last night that they’ve unfollowed each other on instagram and y/n deleted all photos of him.

previously, y/n ONLY followed jack, now she’s back down to 0, which fans seem to read as a finality to their relationship.

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user95 about time! after that spat in january, i feel like everyone was waiting for this

user72 EVERYONE MOVE! EVERYONE REJOICE! MOTHER IS FREE!

user24 GOOD RIDDANCE!!

user61 can’t wait to hear who the catalyst was, him or her?

user3 obviously she’ll make herself out to be the victim

user61 @/user3 tell me you’ve never actually listened to y/n without telling me you’ve never actually listened to y/n 🙄 she doesn’t shy away from admitting if she was the one who ruined a relationship, she admits she has problems and that sometimes she gets in her own head

user8 it was obviously him after that video in january

user23 everyone is celebrating but have we stopped for a second to realize that she’s probably really heart broken right now?

user70 fr! like, she seemed so in love with him and i feel so bad for her. she seemed to love him a lot more than her exes and we all know she’s a hopeless romantic at heart, so she was probably imagining marriage and babies with him and then he showed his true colors

april 1st, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial there’s always a fool, but i guess all’s fair in love and poetry… new album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. out May 14 🩶

but surprise! the first and only single, Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? comes out April 19 🩶

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user18 MOTHER DOES NOT PLAY!!! AHHH

user63 may 14th 💀 she said “i’m not fucking around, y’all WILL know who this is about.”

user9 significance of may 14th?

user63 @/user9 it’s jack’s birthday 💀

user00 OH SHE MUST REALLY HAVE SOME SHIT TO SAY IF SHE’S ACTUALLY DROPPING A SINGLE BEFORE THE ALBUM

user78 i wonder if jack feels stupid yet

user12 new y/n album before GTA6

user93 the vibes??? mother didn’t write an album, she wrote a EULOGY

april 19th, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial at this hearing, i stand before my fellow members of The Tortured Poets Department with a summary of my findings.

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? out now.

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user72 i’m speechless

user2 “you don’t get to tell me about sad” SHE REALLY FUCKING DID THAT

user33 I AM IN SHOCK!

user94 MOTHER CALLED HIM OUT

user78 once again i ask, @/jackhughes do you feel stupid yet?

user61 dude just got surgery and she still came for his neck 😭

user09 i mean, not like she was gonna change the release date just because of that but it’s still so 😭

user22 “the scandal was contained….. at all costs keep your good name” she really spoke on the january spat, didn’t she?

user12 “WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?”

user77 @/jackhughes you should be

john.marino97 🩶🩶

user82 oh he’s MESSY! i love it 💀

user50 tbh, i look at this single like a warning. it sounds like jack didn’t think it through before he broke her heart and didn’t think she would speak on him, but she’s warning him right now that he should be scared because she has a lot to say about him and their relationship

user31 she’s so— i love her

february 8th, 2025

y/nofficial posted on their story

february 10th, 2025

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial brand new, full throttle <3

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user93 i- did she just inadvertently tell us we’ve all been wrong about who So High School is about?

user77 this is the fastest she’s ever gotten into a new relationship and you know that means she has to be in LOVE

user04 AHHHHH Y/N AND JOHN MARINO

user82 how do you know it’s him? she didn’t even tag anyone and you can’t see his face

user04 @/user82 she posted john on her story a couple days ago! they’re on vacation together while he’s on bye-week!

user23 i don’t wanna get ahead of myself but,,, they met through jack, did they not? and now they’re dating? mother is messy

user51 is it messy? yeah, maybe- but people have already looked back through old interviews of his, and she’s been his celeb crush for a WHILE now. and i mean, hey, she’s dating someone only a couple years older than her now, one can only assume he’s more mature than j*ck

user92 the way she clings onto him 🥹

user88 she deserves happiness, i really hope he gives that to her 🫶

john.marino97 i knew what i wanted and i got her ♥️

[capquinn]

Dad Quinn on his birthday with bug when she was still a tiny little baby 🥹🥹

Quinn’s birthday was quiet that year, nothing grand or over the top — just the way he wanted it. It was his first birthday as a dad, and Bug was nearing seven months old, a chubby-cheeked little bundle who didn’t understand the concept of birthdays but had a way of making everything feel like a celebration anyway.

The day started early, as most days with a baby did. Bug’s cheerful babbles drifted through the baby monitor before the sun had fully risen, and Quinn, ever the hands-on dad, was already on his feet, padding down the hallway to scoop her out of the crib before you even had a chance to nudge him. When he returned, Bug was tucked against his chest, her tiny fists clutching at his shirt like it was her lifeline.

“She said happy birthday,” Quinn teased, his voice low and soft as he climbed back into bed, Bug grinning as if she was in on the joke.

Breakfast was a cosy mess, the kitchen filled with the smell of pancakes and the soundtrack of Bug’s happy squeals. She sat in her highchair, her little feet kicking rhythmically against the tray as she tried to grab at the mashed banana spooned into a bowl. Quinn sat beside her, wiping stray bits from her cheeks with the corner of her bib. She rewarded him with a gummy, toothless smile that made him melt on the spot.

“She’s the best gift,” he said, leaning down to kiss her soft forehead, his expression caught somewhere between awe and disbelief. “Nothing’s ever going to top this.”

The rest of the day was slow and simple, filled with all the small moments that made life feel full. A late-morning walk found the three of you ambling around the neighbourhood with Bug bundled in her stroller, her tiny head swivelling at every bird chirp and rustle of leaves. Quinn’s hand never left the stroller handle, his thumb brushing over the edge like he was keeping her tethered to him somehow.

After lunch, Bug’s nap became the unexpected highlight of the day. You found her sprawled across Quinn’s chest on the couch, her chubby hands fisted loosely in his shirt as her little body rose and fell with each of his deep, steady breaths. He was half-asleep himself, his arm wrapped protectively around her back, and you couldn’t help but snap a picture. The two of them, so at peace, filled the room with a quiet kind of magic.

By the time dinner rolled around, the house buzzed with the warmth only family could bring. Quinn’s parents had flown in just for the occasion, their voices brimming with love as they passed Bug between them. She was dressed in a onesie that read Daddy’s Little Star — a surprise from his parents. Quinn pretended to scoff at the sentimentality, but the way his eyes kept drifting to her, pride softening his features, said otherwise.

Dinner was lively, filled with the kind of conversation that danced effortlessly between teasing and nostalgia. Bug, strapped into her highchair at the head of the table like the true star she was, seemed to command the room. Her grandparents showered her with attention, clapping and cooing at every babble and giggle. Quinn kept shaking his head, biting back a grin when his dad held up a spoon and narrated an imaginary flight path toward Bug’s open mouth.

“Look at her go,” his mom said, laughing as Bug grabbed a softened piece of sweet potato and promptly missed her mouth.

Quinn grinned wider, reaching out to gently guide her hand. “Gonna be a big eater, huh, Bug?”

After plates were cleared, Quinn's phone buzzed with an incoming call. Jack and Luke’s pixelated faces lit up the screen, and the kitchen echoed with their loud, overlapping voices. “Happy birthday, old man!” Jack jeered, while Luke added, “should we start shopping for walkers yet?”

Quinn rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at his lips. Bug babbled loudly, as if determined to join the conversation, and when her chubby hands started slapping the table in excitement, both uncles erupted in mock cheers.

“Hi, Bug!” Luke shouted, giving a little wave through the screen, and Quinn chuckled, pulling her onto his lap to give her a better view.

The highlight of the evening came with the cake. You carried it out carefully, candles flickering as the room dimmed. Ellen led the chorus of “Happy Birthday,” her voice a touch wobbly with emotion, while Bug’s wide eyes fixated on the dancing flames.

The second the cake hit the table, Bug reached out, her tiny fingers aiming squarely for the frosting.

“Easy, Buggy,” Quinn said, laughing as he gently redirected her. But the second he leaned back, she went for it again, plunging her fingers right into the side of the cake.

“Of course,” he muttered, shaking his head as laughter rippled through the room.

He wiped her tiny hands with a napkin, only for Bug to giggle, her wide eyes sparkling with mischief. Before he could react, she leaned in with that sweet, clumsy determination only babies have — her little mouth open in her version of a kiss. She planted it right on his cheek, smearing frosting everywhere in the process.

“Oh, Bug!” he laughed, his voice warm and full of love as he pulled back slightly, just enough to see the mess she’d made. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he joked, planting a playful kiss on her sticky fingers.

Later, after the chaos of dessert and the call from his brothers — both loud and full of teasing — he found himself in Bug’s nursery, rocking her gently in his arms. The house was quiet now, save for the soft hum of her white noise machine, and he just stood there for a moment, swaying slowly, her head nestled against his chest.

It was then that Quinn realised how much his world had shifted. His birthday wasn’t about marking another year of his life anymore — it was about this life he was building, about the family he got to come home to. Bug didn’t care that it was his birthday. She just cared that he was there, holding her, steady and warm. And really, that’s all he cared about, too.

When he finally joined you on the couch, you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder. “Good birthday?” you asked, your voice low, the glow of the evening still lingering.

He kissed the top of your head, his hand resting on your thigh as Bug’s baby monitor sat quietly on the table.

“Best one yet,” he murmured, his voice full of quiet gratitude. “Couldn’t have asked for more.”

[theemporium]

Blurb about Nico hand crafting you something because he is the cutest but it actually looks hideous 🥹

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Nico had reminded you of the charity event that morning when you had been rushing around to get ready for work. 

Not an awfully detailed conversation, just a reminder that he would probably be gone by the time you came back but that he would leave dinner in the fridge for you to reheat. He had told you more about the event a few weeks ago, something related to the Devils Youth Foundation and some other local children’s charities, but most of it had slipped your mind. 

Not that it mattered because you knew enough to know that, from the messages Nico had been sending you all night, he was having a blast at the event. You had caught up on them as you ate, snorting a little at the sporadic updates about Jack letting a little kid ‘give him a tattoo’ with a sharpie and Curtis apparently somehow swindling Luke out of a lot of money despite no gambling or betting games being involved at the charity event.

You had expected him to come home a little after you arrived. You just hadn’t expected him to come in with one hand hidden behind his back and a huge grin on his face.

“I’m scared,” was the first words to leave your mouth as you watched him kick the front door shut with his foot.

Nico rolled his eyes, though it was fond. “Don’t be, it’s a surprise for you.” 

“That is not reassuring in the slightest,” you told him as you sat up on the couch, the blanket still sprawled over your lap as Nico quickly took the closest seat next to you.

“Hi,” Nico grinned, leaning in to peck your lips with his hand still hidden behind his back. “How was work?” 

“Alright,” you answered, your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you tried to peek around but the boy moved faster. “How did the event go?” 

“Good,” he said, still grinning. “They had us doing crafts with the kids. They had a local pottery place donate a bunch of extra pieces for everyone to paint and decorate.” 

You raised your brows. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” Nico nodded as he finally pulled the surprise from behind his back and held it out for you. “For you.” 

A smile instantly worked its way onto your face as you took in the details of the mug. It was charming, in that way hand-done projects tended to be. But you could see the effort he put into it, from the stick figurines you assumed was meant to be you both to the little objects that were clearly sentimental to you both.

“Is that a dolphin?” You laughed, grinning wildly as you eagerly took the mug in your hands to analyse every inch of it. 

“I tried to paint that one from that weird movie we watched,” Nico said, his eyes crinkling a little when he smiled. “That movie we watched on our first date.” 

And you could envision it so clearly. You could imagine Nico sat amongst a bunch of children, smiling and laughing and joking with them. You could imagine him taking the painting so seriously, his tongue peeking out as he tried to focus on the small details with a paintbrush that probably looked ridiculous in his big hands. 

You could see it all so clearly, and the fact he did it for you made you swoon.

“I love it, baby,” you said, sincere and genuine as you placed a lingering kiss on his lips. “Thank you, it’s my new favourite mug ever.”

Nico’s expression brightened. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah, gonna keep it forever.”

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[allisluv]

finnick nsfw alphabet perchance 🥹🥹🥹

thank you for your request anon!

cw: smut, fem!reader, not proofread as per usual

A — aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

finnick is super sweet after sex. he asks how you’re feeling or if there is anything he can do to help. he carries you to the shower, washing your hair before cuddling you back to sleep.

B — body part (their favourite body part of theirs or their partners)

finnick likes his abs and his stomach (i literally don't have a single reason to back this this up i just know that he does LMAO 😭)

as cliche as it sounds, finnick likes everything about you and that is the god honest truth. he couldn't pick one thing that he loves bc you're just a goddess to him.

C = anything to do with cum

i think finnick prefers to come inside of you rather than on you. he likes feeling you clench around him as he pumps his seed into you. he enjoys the closeness of it all too.

D = dirty secret

he once came in his pants like a teenage boy when you gave him a lap dance. who could blame him? you looked so pretty dressed up in your lingerie!

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?)

we all know finnick is experienced and that's all i'm going to say on that matter. although he has had plenty of romantic encounters in the bedroom, he doesn't know how to be vulnerable when he has sex. its something that the two of you would have to work through and it definitley requires quite a lot of patience on both sides.

F = favourite position

finnick is a simple man and by that, i mean he adores missionary. i think he likes to see your face. thats really important to him. it tells him what you like and what you dont like. in saying that, i do think he likes when you ride him. he likes surrendering that little bit of control to you. besides, he gets a great view of your tits bouncing that way.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous?)

finnick loves being able to make you laugh during sex. he'll crack god-awful jokes just to see you smile.

H = hair (how well groomed are they, do the carpets match the drapes?)

finnick likes to let his hair grow naturally. he’s so used to being waxed in the capitol that he just hates shaving in general

I — intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspects)

sex with finnick is always always intimate. he's full of soft caresses and gentle touches and don't even get me started on the praising. the bottom line is that sex with finnick is more about making love than anything else.

J — jack-off (masturbation headcanon)

i don't think finnick likes jacking off all that much but if you have been gone for a while or vice versa he'll masturbate to the thought of you.

K — kinks (one or more of their kinks)

finnick has such a praise kink. he likes knowing that he's the one making you feel good. i think he likes edging but he always gives you what you want in the end. i think in a modern!au he would like phone sex too.

L — location (favourite places to have sex)

sex has to be special with finnick so i feel like he mostly sticks to the bedroom or other places in your house.

M — motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

finnick likes when you get bratty or talk back to him. idk what it is but he just finds that super hot.

N — no (things they won't do, turn-offs)

finnick won't do anything to hurt you. he doesn't like choking or bondage or anything of that sort because i honestly think it just reminds him too much of his trauma in the capitol.

O — oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill etc)

finnick is a giver. he's a pleasure dom and he loves making you feel good. he does like receiving though. he likes how you look on your knees.

P — pace (are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

finnick is absolutely a slow and sensual lover. he likes taking his time with you and dragging your orgasm out for as long as physically possible. he can go fast and rough at times but that's rare.

Q — quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often...)

i honestly don't think finnick is a big fan of quickies. he doesn't like that there's not a lot of intimacy involved in it. he only has quickies if youre really needy and he needs to teach you a lesson. he makes you walk around for the rest of the day with his cum in your panties

R — risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

finnick isn't a big fan of risks. i think it ties in with his memories of the capitol too much. don't get me wrong, he loves to experiment but risks? not so much

S — stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

finnick can go for hours and he can last for just as long.

T — toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

finnick doesn't own a massive amount of toys but he does love to use them on you. he likes to sneak a vibrator onto your clit when he’s fucking you— he’s a menace like that.

U — unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

finnick fucking odair is the biggest tease known to man. he'll let his hand slide an inch too close to your panties when you're out in public or he'll wear those grey sweatpants just because he knows they drive you insane. he loves to edge you but he will never leave you hanging for too long.

V -- volume (how loud are they? what kind of sounds do they make?)

finnick will groan into your ear and grunt when he's pounding into you. he's a talker too.

W -- wild card (random headcanon)

finnick never kisses and tells. sure, he'll make sex jokes here and there, but he wouldn't dream of telling anyone the things you two do in the bedroom. that's a private, intimate thing to him.

X -- x-ray (what's going on under those clothes)

finnick's a good six / six and a half inches. he's thick too.

Y -- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

finnick has a pretty high sex drive. i'd say he could go every day if you were both desperate.

Z -- zzz (how quick are they to fall asleep?)

finnick gets super sleepy after sex. he'll clean you up and then collapse back into bed, nuzzling his chin into your chest.

[hearts4golbach]

I lovedd ur sfw alphabet for tyler!! could you do an nsfw one if possible??🥹

ABC NSFW Headcanons.

a/n:

im so behind on requests this is so stressful.

not proofread

warnings:

no actual smut, suggestive content, sex talk.

word count:

1.1k.

A- aftercare. (What are they like after sex?)

Tyler isn't overly caring. he'll clean his cum off of you before crawling into bed with you. you two cuddle because when you go at it, you go at it HARD. on occasion, especially if he fucks you in the morning, he'll run the two of you a shower.

B- body part. (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners.)

Fella is most confident in his arms and chest. he jokingly flexes his muscles, but it ends up turning you on.

his favorite part of your body is your face and torso. he thinks your waist and hips look amazing in whatever you wear. you always catch him staring when you're wearing something other than pajamas.

C- cum. (anything they do with cum.)

he gets down and dirty with it. he loves seeing his cum on your face, stomach, tongue, ass, wherever. if you guys go for more than one round, he doesn't clean his cum off of you until you're finished.

his thumb ran over your bottom lip, smearing his seed over your lips. he swiped some off your cheek, sticking his finger into your mouth and watching as you suck it clean.

D- dirty secret. (self explanatory.)

whenever your hair is up, especially in a pony tail, all he can think about is seeing your face as he pulls your hair. he loves tugging on your hair. if he could leave your hair a mess all of the time, he would.

E- experience. (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

it didn't take him long to learn your body. he knows all of the right spots inside of you and what really gets you going. before you, he had sex with a couple other girls, so he had an average amount of experience. he only kept getting better whenever you two started dating.

F- favorite position. (self explanatory.)

even though Fella jokes about buckshot a lot, I feel like he'd love giving them. he also loves missionary. he gets to watch how your face contorts as he pleasures you. he's not big on crazy positions.

G- goofy. (are they serious in the moment?)

he'll joke if it feels right or to relieve tension. he doesn't want to take sex too serious because it ruins the enjoyable aspects of it.

H- hair. (how well groomed are they? do the carpets match the drapes?)

he leaves a little stubble but doesn't like leaving a lot of hair. the carpet does in fact match the drapes, no further explanation.

I- intimacy. (how are they in the moment? romance related.)

it depends on the mood. if you wanted it rough, he'd give it to you rough. but, if it's sweet vanilla sex he is very intimate with you.

J- jack off. (masturbation headcanon.)

if you're not there, he only perks off about once a day. when he does, he takes a shower because he doesn't want to be bothered with cleaning up his own seed. he doesn't use any material to get off, just the thought of you.

K- kink. (some of their kinks.)

he'd love fucking you while you wore one of his shirts.

L- location. (favorite place to get freaky?)

his favorite place is his bed, hands down. but if you two wanna change it up, his go to is the shower. Tyler also loves how steamy the car gets.

M- motivation. (What turns them on?)

you. your scent. your personality. everything about you. whenever you're yourself, which is when it's just the two of you, it gets him going. he can't help but admire you and imagine all of the dirty things he'd do to you.

N- no. (something they wouldn't do.)

he wouldn't do anything too violent, like slapping you or hitting you. he knows it turns some people on, but it just presses his buttons in the wrong way.

O- oral. (preference on giving and recieving and skill.)

he prefers to give you head. he could eat you out for hours on end. although, he does occasionally enjoy using your throat. he is mind blowing blowingly good at giving head.

P- pace. (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

I think he can be both. it all just depends on the vibe between you two at that time. he prefers slow and sensual over fast and rough.

Q- quickie. (their opinion obviously.)

he loves quickies. they're exhilarating for him. although he prefers to take his time with you, quickies are just as fun.

R- risk. (Do they like to experiment? how willing are they to take risks?)

if you're comfortable with it, Tyler is down to try whatever you want. you rarely turn down things he wants to try as well. spicing things up in the bedroom isn't unusual for the two of you.

S- stamina. (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

depending on how long you had Fella waiting for, it varies. if you had been teasing eachother all day, Tyler can last for 2 or 3 rounds. one round is normally enough for both of you.

T- toys. (Do they own them or use them?)

he doesn't own toys, and feel slightly insecure if you want to use them during sex. it makes him feel insufficient, but you never wanted to use toys, anyway.

U- unfair. (how much do they like to tease.)

fuck, it's all Tyler does. he loves teasing you more than anything. and he loves it just as much when you tease him in return.

V- volume. (how loud are they and what sounds to they make?)

he's a grunter!!! if it's super good, he'll let out low moans. he's not super loud, but loud enough for you to hear. the noises he makes never fails to turn you on.

W- wild card. (random headcanon.)

he loves it whenever you cover him in hickeys. the feeling of your lips on his neck is heaven. there is never a moment where there isn't a hickey on him, even if it's hidden.

X- x-ray. (a peek under the clothes.)

I've seen people saying exact measurements, but I don't wanna violet Fella like that. I will say he's definitely above average, but not too skinny nor thick. and yeah, he does have a curve to it.

Y- yearning. (how high is their sex drive?)

your sex life is healthy. unless either of you are busy, sex is a daily thing. you two are addicted to eachother and make love like you're still in the honey moon stage.

Z- ZZZ. (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

while you fall asleep almost immediately, it's sort of difficult for him. when you fall asleep, he holds you and savors your presence.

[whoredyceps]

"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day fifteen: old wound

ᰔ pairing: agent whiskey x reader

ᰔ summary: first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes jack daniels unsure if the two of you are making the right choice.

ᰔ author's note: this one is going to be a bit longer and is p angsty. sorrrrryyyyyyy. thank you again to everyone who's been reading there, i've been having a lot of fun writing them 🥹💙

ᰔ content warning: afab!reader, reader is pregnant, conversation around pregnancy, mentions of abortion, bits of canon in an au setting, angsty angst, fighting, mentions of character death, no beta- we die like men

"Baby, can I talk to you?" You peaked your head into Jack's office.

It was late, and you had just finished up your nightly routine of tidying up while he tied up the loose ends of his job for the day. You detested the idea of him working after hours, but that was an uphill battle you had yet to see the other side of. For now, you had bigger fish to fry.

"Of course, darlin'. You okay?" Jack looked up from his computer. He had his glasses on, already showered and in his pajamas. It was a good look on him— hell, everything was a good look on him.

"I wanted to talk to you about something. It's..." Your sentence trailed off. You stepped further into the office, and found your way behind the desk. Jack's chair turned towards you as you leaned your thigh against the sharp edge of the wood.

Jack reached his hand out, placed on your hip to offer some form of comfort. Whatever had plagued you seemed to be written all over your face. Though you two had only been married for a few months, you had known each other for years.

So long, in fact, that you remember the days when you used to hang out with Jack's deceased wife. A beautiful woman ripped away too soon, herself and their unborn son caught in the crossfire of an incident no one could have predicted. The two had become the untouchable subject between you and Jack, and you abided by that without question.

Up until now, that was easy enough to follow. You left it alone, and looked the other way when Jack stared at pictures from high school for too long. He had his better days, and the worse days were spent at the distillery— long evenings of work until he'd trudge back home past midnight, too exhausted to think, let alone face his grief head on.

While it wasn't perfect, it worked. You tried to support Jack in whatever way he needed. He did the same for you, and it had all become apart of the give and take you two had.

Now though, you had to address the elephant in the room. One in the form of a polaroid tucked away in the top drawer in Jack's desk, with a sonogram clipped to it. As badly as you wanted to drag out the entire situation, you were on borrowed time.

"Talk to me," Jack gently urged. "It ain't like I'm gonna bite your head off." His tone was concerned, but a bit amused at his own joke. With his free hand, he removed his glasses and placed them on the keyboard of his computer.

You gave a weak chuckle and tapped your foot. The amusement in Jack's tone seemed to die off as you squirmed in your spot. It was rare that he saw you in such a state.

"I went to the doctor today," you started. "Got some tests done like we had talked about." You didn't meet Jack's eyes, wouldn't even look in his direction. His hand felt like it had burned its imprint through your leggings and into your skin.

"Everything okay, darlin'?" Jack sounded immensely concerned, which you expected.

You weren't going to visit the doctor in the first place, if it had been your choice. Over the last few weeks, you just hadn't been yourself. You had been plagued with debilitating headaches and stomachaches that could lay anyone out. Jack begged you to get them checked out, worried that you were facing some sort of terminal illness.

Thankfully, you were given a clean bill of health. That was, until the doctor came in with a round of congratulations and talks of scheduling an appointment with your obstetrician. In that moment, it felt as if something you had locked away for so long finally popped open.

You hadn't even considered kids with Jack. After the passing of his wife and son, you didn't recognize him. It took a long time for him to shed that version of himself and return to some version of the man he once was.

One drunk night, back at your place after a date early on in your relationship, he went on and on about how it was a terrible idea to have children. Nothing good happens, and even if they live, they were set up to face a cruel world. You didn't disagree, but you knew the voice of grief well enough.

Now, since you had left the doctor's office, you had a different stomachache. How were you going to tell Jack? You were in no mood to fight, but you knew it was going to be a spectacle when you did tell him.

"Yes... and no. Jack, honey, I don't really know how to say what I need to say." You fidgeted with your hands, suddenly aware of the manicure you had gotten last week.

"Well, if it ain't terminal, then that's a good start," Jack tried to reassure you. He had never seen you like this, so unsure and hesitant. You were strong and confident to your very core, so sure of every move you made or whatever came out of your mouth.

"I'm pregnant," you blurted out. There was no other way to put it.

Jack was silent, his hand stilled on your hip. You watched as his expression turned steely and his jaw tensed. It hurt more than you cared to admit when he moved his hand away from you.

You looked to him, then back to your feet. The silence hung in the air ate at you, tense and thick with animosity. What was supposed to be a picture perfect moment– or at least what you had imagined when you were younger– was now anything but.

The silence only made you fidget more. You felt that sour pit in your stomach return as you waited. After a while, you couldn't take it anymore.

"I asked how it was possible, and the doctor said it could happen on some birth control pills. We discussed some options and how to proceed with this." You hoped it would help, but Jack refused to look at you. Instead, his gaze lingered on the top drawer of his desk.

You waited for something, anything from him. All day, you had braced yourself for what was to come. You had even considered removing the fetus without Jack knowing, but that just didn't seem right. The only option you felt you had was to face the problem head on.

"I know we haven't talked about it, but I need you to say something. Anything, really." You reached for his hand, only for him to pull away. It hurt more than you expected, and you moved your hand back to your side.

"You know how I feel about it," Jack finally said. "Just– I need some time to think."

You almost rolled your eyes, but refrained. In the time you had known the man, he said what he wanted when he wanted to. Over time, you had learned what that meant. It was Jack for 'I don't want this kid and I don't know how to do that without upsetting you'.

"Take the time you need," you assured him. Even in your turmoil, you understood he had a lot to process. You knew grief too well, and what it did to a person.

The silence had returned, this time heavier. You watched Jack quietly turn back to his work, a dismissal of you and the conversation all together. Without a word, you left his office.

You went to bed alone that night. Not unexpected, but it still cut deep. Right now, you just needed your husband and the simple act of comfort. All lost because of one little confession. Something you tried to prevent, but failed.

You had barely slept a wink. All night, you tossed and turned in the empty bed. When the sun peaked out from over the horizon, light slow to fill the room, you finally gave up. You decided to take a shower and get yourself ready for the day. Even if you wanted to wallow in bed, there were still tasks that had to be completed.

"Jack?" You called out as you headed downstairs. The house was empty, and a quick glance out the front door confirmed the truck was gone.

Anger bubbled inside of you as you slammed the door. He never did things like this to you. Jack made it a point to kiss you goodbye and love on you until the absolute last minute. Now, he was gone before you made it out of bed.

All day, your anger sat with you. It lingered in everything move you made, every thought you had. If there was anything you hated most of all, it was the feeling of anger. You found it did you no good, but all of your logic had flown out of the window the second the confession came out of your mouth.

Jack wasn't the only one who struggled with this. You were the one that had to create a human— one that you had never intended to have. This whole situation was terrifying, and the one person you needed most was too wrapped up in his own mind to see what stood in front of him.

When it was Jack's usual time to come home, you were surprised to hear the truck pull up. Instead of greeting him at the door as you normally would, you continued to work on dinner. You didn't have it in you to be the sweet, doting wife you liked to be.

"Hi, darlin'." Jack's sweet tone felt like a slap to the face. There was no way he had forgotten last night, no way he thought you had forgotten what happened last night.

It was your turn with the silence. You continued to make meatballs with your back turned to him, the only sound in the kitchen came from the radio you had turned on.

You heard Jack sigh as he placed his keys and wallet on the counter. The sound of his cowboy boots clicked against the tile of the kitchen floor. His hand found the small of your back, and he didn't miss the way you tensed at his touch.

"I thought about what you said," Jack muttered. He was close enough that you heard the way he talked under his breath.

"I hope so," you huffed. "Not like we had much else to talk about between now and then." You didn't look back. If you saw those sweet brown eyes, you'd melt and forgive him in a second. You had to stuck up for yourself, even if that meant focusing on the meatballs instead of your husband.

"That wasn't right, me leavin' you on your own after what we talked about last night." Jack's hand didn't move from your back. His fingers gently pressed into your side as he spoke.

"Came to that conclusion all on your own?" You tried to bite back some of the venom, but it had been stewing inside of you all day.

"Darlin'," Jack sighed. "I- You know why I acted the way I did. I mean, I can't-"

You whipped around to cut him off. Everything that had festered inside of you had come to a head, and if you wanted to stick up for yourself, now was the time.

"I do know, Jack. I'm well aware of what's been lost. You know, she was my friend too. You weren't the only person who lost someone," you began. "I know what loss is. I've lost a lot of people, but I can still acknowledge that life goes on. You ignoring me and the pregnancy doesn't make her come back. Grief is a fickle bitch, but I'm still pregnant and it's still your kid." You poked Jack's chest as you spoke.

"I-"

"No, you're going to let me finish. If you don't want the baby, fine. I'll call my doctor and that will be the end of that. If you want to keep it, that's fine too. Stop comparing me to her. I'm not her. This baby isn't him. You can feel the sadness and grief, but what you won't do is ignore me." You took a long, deep breath before you spoke again.

"If you ever do that again, I'm gone. Don't try me."

Jack waited a beat, but you finally settled and crossed your arms over your chest. You gave him an expectant look. The ball was in his court now. He sighed and rubbed his jaw as he tried to collect his thoughts.

"That was wrong of me, and I'll be the first to admit it," Jack started. "It's also wrong of me to compare the two of you. The truth is I never thought we'd be here, havin' this conversation."

You raised an eyebrow, your hip cocked to the side.

"You never thought that there would be a chance at me getting knocked up? With how often we go at it, that's just delusional." You tried to refrain from the attitude, but once your feathers were ruffled, that was the end of that.

"We've taken the proper steps for precaution," Jack argued. His jaw tensed as you rolled your eyes.

"You ever taken a sex ed class? There's always a chance. Look, that's not what I'm getting at. I've tried to avoid the subject as long as possible, but there's no more waiting. There a fetus in me, and we need to decide how we're gonna handle this before it's too late."

Jack sighed as he leaned back against the island, his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. You were right, as you had always been. How you saw right through him was beyond him, but then again, that's what he admired about you.

"I don't know if I can handle another loss," Jack admitted. "I can't lose you."

You huffed a bit, your hands curled up at your side.

"Stop trying to get me killed! It hurts, Jack. It hurts to think that you're prepared for my death, that I can't make it through and have this baby— to know that you've accepted my death before you could even think of the life we could have." You turned back to the meatballs, and grabbed a hunk of meat. It did not ease your aggravation, but the physical work was cathartic.

Jack was silent. Between the two of you, an old country song wafted through the air. If the circumstances had been different, you'd be drinking wine and laughing with him. You were sure the two of you would be—

Your thoughts halted as a hand wrapped around your waist. The meat was dropped and you wiped your hands, all before Jack tugged you away from the counter. His strong arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest.

Even in the thick of a fight, Jack made you dance with him. The first time it happened, you were so bewildered that you just let it happen. Every time since, you let him apologize in his own way.

Jack held you as the two of you swayed to the music. He was a sucker for Jonny Cash, you had come to learn. Whether it was slow and sweet, or something with a quick pace, he had to hold you close and dance with you.

If I Were a Carpenter played through the speakers, Johnny and June bore witness as you let Jack take lead. The two of you were quiet, but the footwork seemed to say a lot. As angry and hurt as you were, he knew every move you'd make. He knew you as well as you knew him.

"Would you'd love me if I was a carpenter?" Jack's voice was soft. You had one arm around his neck, the other wrapped around his as he led you.

"I'd love you no matter what," you assured him. It was true, you loved him through and through.

"Even now?" Jack asked. "Through it all?"

You nodded without hesitation.

"Through it all, even if I want to strangle you."

Things would be fine, and you knew that. What Jack had to work through was beyond you and the baby. As badly as you wanted an answer right now, that wasn't going to happen. He had to think and piece it all together himself. It got under your skin, but you meant what you said.

You'd love him no matter what.

[luvhughes43]

Girl I just need to know how it was when leighton was given (by Jack or mom) her first little 86 jersey 🥹🥹

leighton gets the jersey for her birthday and its the only thing she actually asks for. everyone keeps asking if there was anything else she wanted, and she would just say "i wanna look like daddy!"

and so, amongst a pile of barbies and mini sticks jack gives leighton her last gift.

"jersey!" she screams after ripping away all of the wrapping paper. she rushes to her feet and holds the way-to-big jersey up. she throws it on, putting on a dramatic show for her family as she grabs hold of a mini stick and pretends to do a slap shot.

"woahh you're too good!" jack beams, crouching down to catch his daughter who runs into his arms.

"better than uncle coley," trevor jokes, earning a few laughs from the rest of the guys.

jack picks the 4 year old up and spins her around. "i look like you now!" leighton giggles as her dad sets her back on her feet.

"let mommy see your jersey! is that your favourite gift?" you ask, smiling at your beaming daughter who can't contain her excitement. leighton nods excitedly, and turns around to show you and the rest of the family the back of her jersey - hughes 86.

[arabellaininterstellarboots]

The Winslow Effect

pt.1

Note: this is the first part of my new story; my first one on Tumblr🥹 let's see how this is going, eh? And a quick PSA: For the sake of this fictional story, a lot of known England players play at Chelsea- thank you!

Pairing: Mason Mount (duh) x OC

Word count: 1,6k

Warnings: British boys🤭

Chapter 01: together at Chilwell’s

It was one of those rare nights when the team wasn’t discussing tactics or gearing up for an upcoming match. Instead, Ben Chilwell had invited a few of the boys over to his house for a more relaxed evening—just a couple of beers, some snacks, and the rugby match on the TV. The guys, of course, couldn’t resist giving their “expert” commentary on the game, despite not knowing a thing about rugby.

“Mate, he just piledrove him,” Jordan Pickford said, half-mumbling into his beer, eyes glued to the screen as a player was unceremoniously sent sprawling. “I could totally do that.” Ben, lounging comfortably on the couch, raised an eyebrow at Jordan. “Yeah, sure, mate. You’d probably end up tackling the wrong guy.” Phil Foden grinned. “And then blame it on the goalkeeper instincts. Classic.” Jordan threw him a mock glare. “I could totally keep up with them. It’s just like football, but... more aggressive.”

“More aggressive? You mean you’re actually supposed to hit people?” Declan Rice chimed in, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Mason Mount, who had been lounging in the armchair, leaned back and crossed his arms, a smirk on his face. “You’d be out in the first two minutes, mate. No way you’d last.”

“Oh, you’ve got no faith in me!” Jordan shot back. “You wait until I get my hands on that ball, I’m gonna be a legend.”

“Legend of the first aid room,” Ben added with a laugh.

Jack Grealish, who had been perched casually on the arm of the couch, grinned. “I think Jordan’s onto something. The man’s got mad rugby skills... he’s just in the wrong sport.” The group dissolved into laughter as the rugby players on screen collided in a dramatic fashion, sending shockwaves through the room. “I swear these guys play like they want to get hurt,” Phil said, his mouth full of chips.

“I don’t get how they run like that,” Ben added, throwing his hands up. “They don’t even look like they’re breathing heavy after those hits.” Mason took a sip of his drink, laughing at the spectacle unfolding on the screen. “They're built different,” he mused, tapping the side of his bottle thoughtfully.

They continued watching, making random guesses about the game and giving each other a hard time, but it was clear that they were all a little more focused now. As the match came to an end with a victorious cheer from one team, the atmosphere shifted.

There was no time for lingering on rugby anymore. All eyes turned to the screen as a familiar face appeared in the post-game interview. “You know what this means,” Jack Grealish said with a grin, moving toward the edge of his seat. “The one and only Charlotte Winslow is about to hit the field.”

“Oh, this is gonna be good,” Ben said, his voice laced with amusement. He grabbed his phone, checking for any updates as the camera zoomed in on Charlotte, poised and confident at the edge of the pitch.

There she was.

Charlotte “Charlie” Winslow.

The most well-known sports journalist in the UK, and the one who had a reputation for grilling athletes with razor-sharp questions. “She’s got that look,” Mason said with a knowing nod. “You know the one. The ‘I’ll make you wish you hadn’t said anything’ look.”

“Mate, she’s got all the looks.” Jack laughed.

“Mate, you can see it on the players’ faces,” Phil laughed. “They all look like they’re about to get called into the principal’s office.” Ben chuckled, raising his drink. “She’s a beast. You know she won’t pull any punches.”

“She could interview a brick wall and still make it sweat,” Jordan joked. “Don’t even joke about it,” Declan added. “If she ever gets her hands on me, I’ll just say I’m retired on the spot.” Mason couldn’t help but grin at his friends’ banter.

Everyone in the room had seen Charlie in action before—interviews that felt more like interrogations. It was her thing, after all. Sharp, witty, and always, always on the ball.

There was no escaping her questions, no getting out of an awkward moment. She had a way of making you feel it. And that was exactly why she was so good at her job. The camera now showed her walking onto the pitch, stepping towards one of the star players who was already looking a little nervous.

She held the microphone confidently, and her voice rang out, clear and controlled. “Great game out there today,” Charlie said, turning her gaze to the player who had just finished the match. “But I have to ask, what was going through your mind during that final play when you went for that risky pass? It was a big gamble, and it could’ve cost you the match.” The player blinked, taken aback by the directness of the question.

Charlie wasn’t wasting any time.

“Well, you know, I thought I could make it,” the player stammered. “I—” Charlie didn’t let him off the hook. “You thought you could make it. That’s interesting. You didn’t really think about the consequences though, did you? I mean, you were on the edge of the field, a split second away from losing the game for your team. What was the real reason behind that move?”

The guy shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, I thought... I mean, it seemed like the right decision at the time.” “Seemed like it? Is that the best you’ve got for me?” Charlie pressed, her gaze sharp.

“You’ve been playing for years, but it came down to seeming like the right decision? No pressure, right?” The guy laughed nervously, glancing at his teammates. “I guess... maybe I should’ve played it safer.” Charlie’s smile was cool, almost knowing.

“Maybe But you guys won, so it was worth it.”

As the interview concluded, the guys fell into an awkward silence, the weight of Charlie’s presence lingering even through the TV screen. The player she’d just grilled looked relieved to be done, happy that he's off the hook and that they ended the interview on a good note, but the guys in Ben’s living room were still processing the sheer intensity of her questioning.

“Bloody hell,” Ben muttered, shaking his head. “She’s ruthless.”

“I think that guy’s regretting ever stepping onto the field,” Declan added, half-laughing but still in awe of how Charlie had handled the interview.

“I’d be shaking if she came at me like that,” Jordan said, his voice dripping with admiration. “She’s terrifying in the best way possible.”

Mason, still looking at the screen, couldn’t help but feel a mix of respect and nerves stir inside him. “She’s not just good, she’s... she’s a force. You don’t just answer her questions—you survive them.”

The camera cut away from the field, and into the after game sport studio and the announcer’s voice broke the silence.

“Well, folks, we have some big news tonight,” the studio host said, as the screen flashed a few pictures of Charlie in action, each showing her sharp, calculated smile and no-nonsense demeanor. “As you know, Charlotte Winslow is a name that’s become synonymous with top-tier sports journalism. After years of making waves in rugby, she’s about to take the next big step in her career. This season, she’ll be making the jump to covering the Premier League.”

A stunned silence filled the room as the guys processed the news. There were a few incredulous glances exchanged between them, and they all instinctively leaned forward as if they could make sense of it all by staring harder at the screen.

“No way,” Jack muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “She’s really doing it. She’s going to be in football now?”

The announcer continued, hyping up Charlie’s transition. “Charlie will now be joining the Premier League beat, where she’ll bring her expert analysis, sharp questions, and signature style to one of the most prestigious football league in the world.”

“That’s... insane,” Ben whispered, as if in awe of the magnitude of the move.

Mason took a deep breath, his mind racing. The thought of Charlie’s next steps was now unavoidable. She wasn’t just a rugby journalist anymore. She was coming for them—coming for the football players.

“It’s going to be a whole different world for her,” Phil said quietly, his voice almost reverent. “The Premier League is gonna feel different with her in it.”

“Yeah,” Declan added, cracking a grin. “And I reckon none of us are gonna know what hit us.”

As the studio moved on to highlight some of Charlie’s most iconic moments in rugby, Mason couldn’t help but think of her sharp wit, the way she could tear through someone’s defenses with a simple question. His own stomach twisted nervously. What would it be like when she finally turned her gaze on him, when she made him squirm in front of the camera?

“Man, I’m nervous for whoever’s up first in the Premier League,” Jordan said with a laugh, but his eyes betrayed his anxiety. “That’s gonna be one hell of an interview.”

Mason shot him a side glance, his earlier grin gone. “If she comes at me like that... I might just freeze at the spot.”

The group laughed nervously, but they all shared the same thought: They had no idea what they were in for with Charlotte Winslow in the Premier League.

And just like that, the night shifted. What had started as a simple, relaxed evening filled with rugby and jokes was now dominated by the thought of Charlie and her upcoming career move. The players, no matter how tough or confident, knew they were about to enter a new era of post-match interviews.

Ben broke the silence, raising his glass. “To Charlie Winslow. The legend herself, and the woman who’s about to make our lives hell.”

The group clinked their bottles together, but the truth hung in the air. The Premier League had just become a much more interesting place, and it would never be the same with Charlotte at the helm.

[ssahotchnerr]

aaron being stern and serious at work but having the funniest deadpan sense of humor at home. he's secretly goofy ok!!

hotch at work to aaron at home 😭 <33333

and he's soooo oblivious to his humor too omg - he has no idea how funny he actually is at first. like he makes a comment about something that has you rolling over in laughter, and he has an adorable, surprised, and confused look on his face 🥰 instead of being all 🤨, his eyebrows are lifted in a quirky cute humorous way. like oh? you thought that was funny? i'm funny??? like he's never noticed it before but yet has done it so many times 😭 - while playing with jack, making lil remarks while the two of you are at the store, on a date, etc..

then he makes more of an effort to make you laugh 🥹 and so it becomes a habit - as a result he accidentally begins cracking jokes at work, deadpanning humorous comments, which confuses the heck outta the team. he ends up doing so while in the observation room during an interrogation one day - they're all ?????? are you feeling alright????? dave even places his hand on aaron's forehead to check his temperature LOL and aaron swats his hand away and is all "🙄 i'm fine. i was making a joke" and derek's like - "you do that??? you???"

[gingerjunhan]

boyfriend headcannons - kwak jiseok

☆彡 sorry for the delay on this one! I gotta wait for the delusions to hit juuust right before I write them LMAOOO hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻

word count: 812 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: all caps used, he’s a stem major (I don’t make the rules), teasing, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

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IT’S JISEOK TIIIIIMMMEEE

Jiseok doesn’t strike me with the same hardcore “boyfriend agenda” and Jungsu or Seungmin do, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be a great boyfriend!!

there would literally never be a dull moment between the two of you

he’s such a good listener

much like Gunil, Jiseok looks at you like you hung the stars when you talk, and he never forgets a single detail

all of your favorite hobbies? your niche interests? he knows everything about all of them

you are both giant nerds but it’s okay!

while you might geek out over tv shows and bands, Jiseok geeks out over science

he’s such a loser (/pos) (and I love him for it)

he will never escape my stem major headcannon NEVER

but this also means that he would be a great help with homework if you’re also a science oriented person!

chemistry? he’s got you

biology? piece of cake

you know what he can’t do?

PDA

again, I’ve talked about this, but I need to elaborate more

Jiseok blushes and practically folds in on himself like a chair at the slightest mention on girls

it’s one of the things I find the most endearing about him

so imagine how he feels walking around with you

he is absolutely baffled that you chose to date him so he gets so giddy and excited when you show PDA

he literally can’t handle it because he just loves you so much and he gets so excited

he’s like a little kid in a candy store- he just can’t get enough

SPEAKING OF LITTLE KIDS

Jiseok, much like Jungsu, would be great with your siblings or cousins!

he would talk video games with the older kids

good around with the younger kids

gang up on you with your family, always taking their side instead of yours

playful feasting is definitely a love language of his!

I think Jiseok would score some mega points with the adults in your family and also with your friends!

they would all see that he’s both incredibly musically talented and book smart, plus he makes you happy so he’s literally the ideal man

the jack of all trades of boyfriends

the… boyfriend of all trades? okay moving on

your friends are JEALOUS

“Where did you find him? I need a boyfriend like that!”

TOO BAD go get your own this one is mine hee hee 🤭

such a polite man

his manners 📈📈 through the roof

his middle name is chivalry

he would be the sweetest, most loving boyfie around 🥹

if something is not to your liking he’s fixing it for you right away!

your wish is his command

okay we need to get back to the feasting real quick

he is so goofy

downright odd

but we love him

I can fully imagine him hiding behind a corner or doorway just to pop out and scare you 💀

harmless pranks all the time

prank wars are very common between the two of you

you have a lot of very strange inside jokes that other people would literally need code to decipher because they wouldn’t make any sense to anyone else

Jiseok is always down for an adventure!

the most basic tasks feel fun with him because he knows exactly how to keep a good energy flowing!

but he can be serious too, don’t get me wrong

long, serious phone calls after a bad day at work or while he’s away are very common

he’s not afraid to get emotional with you!

Jiseok gubes me the vibe that if you cry, he’s gonna cry too (same tbh)

he just cares about you so deeply and he’s never felt that way about anyone else

he shows his love and appreciation for you in any way he can, no matter how odd

he buys you things that make him think of you

he probably has your work/school schedule memorized so he knows when he needs to make dinner or pitch in around the house because you might be busy

if you use a purse I can imagine him holding it for you and calling it his “murse” LMAOO

I feel like he would give you an assigned animal too? idk just a thought

“Well if I’m a duck then you have to be a goose because of duck duck goose.”

his logic? flawless

if you don’t know how to play already, be prepared for guitar lessons

if you don’t want the lessons, at least be ready for concerts

he will make up songs (sometimes they’re good, sometimes they’re not) or learn your favorite songs and perform them for you

and you will always be there in the front row :)

god I love Jiseok

at the end of the day, your relationship is lighthearted, fun, and Jiseok feels very lucky to have you in his life 🩷

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[srnileforme]

“All of this was done by Joke. He said he wanted to make amends for making you sad.”

JACK & JOKER (2024) | EPISODE 4

[lifeofpriya]

pls could you do one based on staying over at Jack’s for the first time 🥹🫶

omg, of course i will!!! 🥺🫶🏼 i may have gone a little steamy with it, but oh well, i don't regret one bit heheh 🤭

Night of Love

wc: 3.63k

"The rain isn't letting up," Jack says, peering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his London apartment. His eyes follow the rivulets snaking down the glass, blurring the city lights into a watercolor canvas of yellows and reds. His voice is a comforting bass, the kind that resonates in the quiet spaces between heartbeats.

You nod, watching him from the plush armchair, a cup of tea cradled in your hands. The warmth seeps into your skin, a stark contrast to the cold outside. The apartment is a testament to Jack's minimalist taste, with clean lines and a muted color palette. Yet, there's a coziness to it, a homely embrace that makes you feel welcomed. You've seen it in photos, of course, but being here, surrounded by his life, is different. More real.

Jack turns away from the window, a soft smile playing on his lips. He's wearing a plain white t-shirt and joggers, his athletic frame relaxed but still hinting at the strength beneath. His dark brown hair is damp from the shower, curling slightly at the ends. He's barefoot, and you notice the calluses on his feet, a map of his dedication to the sport.

You set your hot beverage aside and stand, stretching out your legs. The fabric of your jeans whispers against your skin, the denim a stark contrast to the luxurious carpet beneath your feet. "I didn't pack an umbrella," you admit, half joking.

Jack frowned briefly, his eyebrows knitting together in a moment of concern, "wait, you're not planning on leaving in this weather, are you?" He took a step closer, the air between you thick with unspoken invitations.

You smile shyly, nodding your head, "Yeah, I guess I didn't think it through."

Jack chuckles, a warm sound that fills the room. He steps closer to you, his eyes searching yours. "Why don't you stay the night?" He asks, the question hanging in the air like the scent of rain.

You hesitate, your heart racing. This is new territory, uncharted waters in your relationship. You've been seeing each other for a couple of months, but this is the first time you've been invited to spend the night in his personal space. His apartment reflects his life—structured yet comfortable, a place of rest after the chaos of the tennis courts that he shared with his best friend, Paul, and his older brother/agent, Ben.

Jack's gaze holds yours, his eyes a warm caramel that seems to melt the tension in the air. He's tall, with broad shoulders that speak of hours honed on the practice courts. His t-shirt clings to him in a way that's not at all ostentatious but still highlights the muscles earned from years of dedication. The room feels smaller with him so close, his presence a gentle force that makes you want to lean in.

"Stay," he says again, his voice softer this time, a whisper of a promise. You can see the hope in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability that you haven't noticed before. It's endearing, and it makes your decision easier. "Please?"

You bite your bottom lip, feeling the weight of the moment. You've been careful not to rush things, not to assume. But here, in the sanctity of his apartment, you feel like you're standing at the edge of a cliff, and all you need is a gentle push to leap into the unknown. "Okay," you reply, your voice barely above a murmur.

Jack's smile widens, the corners of his eyes crinkling with relief and happiness. "Great," he says, reaching out to squeeze your hand. His touch is firm but gentle, a silent reassurance that you're not alone in this.

You look around the apartment, taking in the details that you missed before. The framed photographs of Jack with his family, the well-worn tennis rackets standing like sentinels in the corner, the books stacked neatly on the shelves—a mix of biographies, strategy guides, and a few novels that hint at his diverse interests. There's a guitar in the corner, a dusty reminder of a hobby he picked up and hasn't had much time to revisit.

Jack notices your gaze and nods towards the instrument. "My attempt at being a rock star," he says with a self-deprecating smile. "It's not my strongest suit, but it's a good way to unwind."

You laugh, feeling the warmth of the moment expand in your chest. "Maybe I can convince you to play something?"

Jack's eyes light up. "Yeah?" He says, his voice hopeful. "I'd love that."

He leads you over to the guitar, and you take a seat on the floor in front of him as he settles onto the plush sofa. The rain outside is now a backdrop to the intimate moment, a soothing rhythm that seems to echo the beating of your hearts. He strums a few chords, his fingers moving with surprising grace over the strings.

You immediately recognize the tune being that of Wonderwall, his favorite Oasis song, which he had mentioned in passing once during a lazy afternoon at the park. The melody fills the room, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. It's as if the universe has conspired to make this moment as perfect as it could possibly be.

Jack's eyes never leave yours as he sings, his voice a bit raspy but earnest. You listen intently, watching his fingers dance over the strings, creating a symphony of emotions that resonates within you. His words aren't just a cover of a classic song; they're a declaration of his feelings, a serenade to the quiet moments you've shared and the potential of those to come.

You lean in closer, the warmth from his body radiating towards you, mixing with the scent of the rain outside and the faint aroma of his aftershave. It's a heady combination that makes you feel alive, as if the air around you is charged with something electric.

Jack's fingers still the guitar strings as the last note of "Wonderwall" fades into the patter of the rain. He sets the instrument aside and looks at you, his eyes searching yours. "I meant every word," he says, his voice low and earnest.

Your heart skips a beat, the words resonating within you like the lingering vibrations of the song. You lean in, closing the space between you, and press your lips to his in a soft kiss. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, and for a moment, the world outside the apartment ceases to exist.

The rain's rhythm becomes the soundtrack to your newfound intimacy as you explore each other, the gentle caress of Jack's hands leaving trails of warmth across your back. His scent, a blend of rain and something uniquely his, fills your nose. You deepen the kiss, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your skin.

Jack's apartment, usually a bastion of order, now holds a chaotic beauty—the cushions askew from your earlier sit, the half-empty mugs of tea forgotten on the coffee table. It's a mess that feels like a declaration of human presence, a reminder that even in a space so meticulously curated, life can be spontaneous and unplanned.

As the rain drums on, Jack reaches for your hand, leading you down the hallway. You follow, the plush carpet a soft whisper underfoot. His bedroom is a sanctuary of dark woods and navy blues, a stark contrast to the rest of the apartment. The bed, a king-sized retreat with crisp white sheets, sits in the center, beckoning you both.

Jack pulls you closer, his eyes searching yours for permission. You nod, the anticipation palpable. His room feels like a secret garden, a place where you can shed the layers of the outside world and just be. He turns off the lights, leaving only the glow of the city outside to cast a soft, flickering light through the gap in the curtains.

The bed is cool and inviting as you both lay down, the rain now a lullaby that sings you into a place of peace. You tuck your legs into his, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. He's gentle, his hands tracing patterns on your skin that tell a story without words.

Jack whispers something in your ear, but the words are lost in the symphony of the rain. You don't need to hear them, though; the sentiment is clear. His eyes hold yours, and you realize that this is what it's like to be seen, truly seen. You're not just the person he's dating; you're the person who's sharing this moment with him.

The bed is like a cloud, enveloping you both in its softness. The city lights outside play tag with the shadows on the ceiling, painting a silent, ever-changing picture of the night. His hands are tentative but sure, a dance of curiosity and care. You melt into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body seep into your very soul.

Jack whispers your name—no, not your name, a word that's just for him, a secret between the two of you—and you smile into the darkness. He's always had a way with words, a gentle poetry that seemed to flow from his fingertips as he played tennis. It's as if he's learned to weave the same magic with his touch, making you feel seen and cherished.

You lean in, the fabric of your shirt cool against your skin as his hands explore the contours of your body. The rain outside is now a cacophony, a crescendo of sound that seems to crescendo with your heartbeat. Each drop hits the window like a drumbeat, setting the rhythm for the dance unfolding in the dim light.

Jack's fingers trace the line of your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his. His kiss is tender, a silent promise that whispers of a future filled with moments like this. You're acutely aware of every sensation: the way your breath mingles with his, the softness of the pillows beneath your head, the steady beat of the rain outside.

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a gentle rumble. His hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together. "But I didn't want to rush things."

You nod, understanding his caution. After all, your relationship has been a dance of respect and patience, a delicate tango around the edges of intimacy. But here, in the warm embrace of his bed, it feels as natural as breathing.

Jack pulls away, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble.

You nod, the word "yes" a whisper that barely leaves your lips. The anticipation is a tangible force in the air, a silent symphony that crescendos with the sound of the rain. He kisses you again, his hands moving with newfound confidence. The fabric of your shirt is a barrier that seems to melt away as his fingertips graze your skin.

The room is a cocoon of warmth, the coolness of the rain outside forgotten. Jack's touch is a story in itself, a narrative of yearning and care that you've felt in every moment of your time together. His hands explore your body, each caress a verse that leaves you breathless.

You reciprocate, your own hands learning the landscape of his skin. Each curve and muscle tells a tale of his discipline and passion. You trace the lines of his arms, the sinew and strength that propel him across the tennis courts, and feel a surge of admiration for the man he's become.

Jack pulls you closer, his chest a warm shelter from the storm outside. His heartbeat is a steady bass to the rain's rhythm, a reminder that you're both flesh and bone, both equally affected by the tempest of emotions swirling around you.

You feel the heat of his breath as he whispers sweet nothings that mean everything, words that resonate deep within you like the first chords of a favorite song. His thumb traces circles on the back of your hand, a silent reassurance that he's here, that you're both in this together.

The rain outside is a serenade to the intimacy growing between you, a crescendo of droplets that mirrors the racing of your heart. The sound of the city is a distant lullaby, muffled by the walls of the apartment. It's just you and Jack, the rain, and the rhythm of your intertwined hearts.

Jack's hands are warm, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. He's careful, reading the subtle cues of your body, making sure that every touch is a step in the right direction. You can feel his passion, his desire, but it's not rushed. It's a gentle exploration, a silent conversation of skin and breath.

As the rain crescendos outside, so does the intensity of your connection. Your hands wander up his back, feeling the contours of his muscles, tracing the lines that speak of countless hours on the tennis court. His skin is smooth, a testament to the care he takes in maintaining his physique. You press closer, feeling the heat of him, the steady rhythm of his heart matching the pulse of the rain.

Jack's eyes, those greenish hazel pools that could melt the toughest of hearts, searched yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. He found none. The rain outside had turned into a soothing lullaby, and the warmth of his apartment was a stark contrast to the cold, wet world beyond the windows. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of rain and the faint aroma of his aftershave swirling around you.

You reached up, your hand brushing against the scruff on his cheek, feeling the roughness that was so at odds with the tenderness of his kisses. His hand slid up the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. The world outside the apartment faded away as you became lost in the dance of your limbs, the gentle give and take of your kisses.

Jack's apartment was a fortress against the storm, but the rain was a persistent drummer, setting the tempo for the crescendo of your feelings. His room, usually so orderly, reflected the tumultuous beauty of the moment, clothes scattered and the scent of rain mingling with the faint musk of arousal.

Jack's eyes searched yours, questioning, as his hand slid under the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your waist. You nodded, a silent yes that seemed to echo through the room, resonating with the pitter-patter outside. His touch was like a secret promise, a gentle caress that whispered of things to come.

He pulled away for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face as if memorizing every detail.

Jack's hands were warm and calloused as they traced the lines of your body, a stark contrast to the smoothness of your skin. His touch was a story in itself, a narrative of longing and care that you felt in every moment of your shared intimacy. Each stroke, each caress, was a verse that left you breathless.

You felt the rain's rhythm pulsing through the room, setting the pace for the passion building between you. The city lights played tag with the shadows on the ceiling, casting a soft, flickering glow that painted the room in a palette of midnight blues. It was a silent conversation, one of skin against skin, of breath mingling with whispers of love.

Jack's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray strand of hair. His eyes searched yours, a question lingering in the air. You leaned into his touch, your heart racing as his fingertips traced the line of your collarbone, the fabric of your shirt giving way to the warmth of his skin. His eyes were pools of molten emotion, and you felt yourself drowning in them, a willing participant in this silent ballet of desire.

The rain outside had become a backdrop to the symphony of your breaths, each inhale and exhale a crescendo of passion. The room was a cocoon of warmth, a sanctuary from the cold embrace of the London night. The scent of rain mixed with the musk of your bodies, creating a heady perfume that seemed to thicken the air.

Jack's eyes searched yours, a silent question hanging in the space between you. You nodded, the word "yes" a silent agreement that echoed through the room. The rain's rhythm grew softer as he gently tugged your shirt over your head, revealing the softness of your skin. The fabric whispered against your body, a sweet goodbye as it fell to the floor.

You sat before him, a canvas of desire, your breathing shallow and quick. He took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming every curve, every inch. His gaze was a warm caress, a silent promise that you were the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on. The room was bathed in the flickering glow of the city lights, the shadows playing across your skin like lovers' hands.

Jack leaned in, his breath a warm whisper across your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hands, those capable, strong hands that had sent countless tennis balls flying across the courts, were now tender, exploring the landscape of your body with a gentle reverence.

You felt the rain's rhythm pulsing through the room, a living, breathing entity that mirrored the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Each drop hit the window like a heartbeat, a reminder that outside this haven of warmth and passion, the world continued, unknowing of the transformation occurring within these four walls.

Jack's eyes searched yours, and in that moment, you realized how much you'd come to trust him. He wasn't just the charming, talented tennis player; he was your confidant, your partner in navigating the tumultuous seas of life. You nodded, the word "yes" a silent agreement that seemed to echo through the apartment, resonating with the rain's melody.

He leaned in, his breath a warm caress against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His fingertips traced the contours of your body with a gentle reverence, a silent declaration of his intentions. The rain outside was a serenade to your burgeoning love, each drop a note in a symphony that sang of desire and vulnerability.

You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, feeling the roughness of his scruff. Your eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt, any reason to hold back. But all you found was the same yearning that mirrored your own, the same need to be closer.

Jack leaned in, his breath warm against your skin as he kissed you, the gentle pressure of his lips telling you that he felt the same way. The rain outside had turned into a symphony, a crescendo that seemed to pulse in time with your heart.

You reached up to trace the line of his jaw with your fingers, feeling the scruff that had grown over the day. His skin was hot, and you could feel his pulse racing under the pad of your thumb. You kissed him back, eagerly, and with every passing second, the barriers between you seemed to dissolve. The rain outside had become a gentle lullaby, the perfect score to the tender dance you were engaged in.

Jack's touch grew bolder, his hands exploring the softness of your skin as if he were learning the strings of a new guitar. Your heart raced with every brush of his fingertips, the rain outside a gentle crescendo that seemed to encourage your intimacy. The room was alive with the sound of your breaths, the whisper of fabric, and the sweet nothings you exchanged in the candlelit darkness.

"You're so beautiful," Jack murmured against your neck, his breath hot and tantalizing.

You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, a smile playing on your lips. "And you're not so bad yourself," you teased, running your fingers through his damp hair. The rain outside had turned into a gentle patter, a soft serenade to the unfolding passion.

Jack chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned back, taking you with him so that you were straddling his lap. His hands slid up your back, pressing you closer, as if trying to meld your bodies into one. The heat between you was palpable, a force that seemed to charge the very air.

You felt the rain's rhythm in your bones, a pulsing beat that matched the throb of desire. Your breath hitched as Jack's hands slid up your back, the fabric of his shirt a whisper of resistance against your skin. He kissed you again, his lips parting, and you felt yourself falling into him, a willing participant in this dance of love.

Jack's bedroom was a sanctuary of warmth, the rain outside a gentle serenade to the intimate moments you shared. His hands were sure, yet tender, as they traced the contours of your body, each touch a declaration of his affection. You felt the coolness of the rain-kissed air as he slid his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, a testament to his athletic prowess.

The room was alive with the sound of the rain and the symphony of your intertwined breaths. The scent of rain and desire filled the air, a potent blend that made your heart race. His eyes searched yours, asking for permission, for reassurance that this was what you both wanted.

You nodded, a silent confirmation that sent a rush of excitement through his veins. His hands, so adept at wielding a tennis racket, now moved with a different kind of finesse as they traced the lines of your body. Each touch was a promise, a whisper of things to come.

[flowerxbunnie]

idk if you did it already but i neeeed your version of the nsfw alphabet ( matt or chris idrc i just need it ) 😩😩

NSFW Alphabet

Matthew Sturniolo

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s an angel when it comes to aftercare! He rubs your back (or your legs if you bounced on him for a while) and def makes sure you get cleaned up, he’s deathly afraid of you getting a UTI 😂

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is his waist, we’ve ALLLL seen the way this man loves a slutty little slightly cropped shirt. He knows he looks good

His favorite on you is your back. He loves the way he can see the two lines of muscle running down your spine and the dip in the middle as he’s hitting it from the back. Also the way he can stick his thumbs into the little dimples at the bottom 😏

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man is OBSESSEDDDD with seeing you swallow his cum. He thinks it’s the hottest thing ever when you stick your tongue out to show him you swallowed every drop

If you’re not feeling down for swallowing it, he’ll go for whatever you want!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

….we all know at this point. This man is RUNNING through smutty fics and constantly getting ideas 😈 has a whole folder full of his favs to refer back to

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not a super crazy body count, but he for sure knows what he’s doing and makes sure you’re pleased

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves to watch you bounce on him, he likes that he can see your pretty face and can feel in control when he grabs your hips to guide you, or be more submissive when you hold his hands down

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely makes jokes when the time is right but he likes to keep it serious for the most part!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kinda like his stubble, he’ll let it grow out for a bit and then give it a nice trim. Never fully bald down there though, he doesn’t like the way it looks 😂

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He LOVES to fuck, but when you make love.. he’s going all out. Throwing out so many compliments, caressing every inch of your skin, lighting candles, picking a playlist of songs. He usually does all the work when he’s feeling lovey dovey too 🥹

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh this man JERKS it. When he’s not with you he will literally call you and beg for you to guide him through it. And if you’re busy you already know he’s going into a hidden folder with plenty of pics and videos of you!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Call me crazy butttt… I think matt would call you his puppy ✋🏻 no elaboration needed

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He lovesssss car sex, especially road head. He loves finding spots to park at and bend you over the hood 😇

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

For some reason he’s really turned on when you cop an attitude with him. He loves to be the one to put you back in your place

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Piss/shit 🚫🚫 he would literally throw up if you even jokingly asked

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Maybe a hot take.. but I think he prefers getting head. Obviously he would never turn down the opportunity to rub his stubble between your thighs 😈 but he loves seeing you work your hardest on your knees to please him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both! He knows the perfect times to switch up his pace to drive you crazyyy. But if he had to pick he would go for slow but deep, rough strokes

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his time and make it a good experience, but he would never turn down a quickie! He loves when you drag him off into a bathroom because you can’t hold out until you get home

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

For most things! He’s pretty open minded and is always looking for new ideas and ways to please you/himself

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

1 😂 2 on a good night. He uses so much energy teasing and edging you and when he finally does cum, he is SPENT

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He keeps a bunch of pretty vibes, whips, handcuffs etc to use on you! He doesn’t really prefer them for himself but occasionally will let you hold a bullet vibrator against him while you suck him off 😇😇

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he is SUCH a tease. He’s always pushing you to your limits. He loves to hear you beg and plead

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not a screamer by any means but he makes sure you know when he’s feeling good. He groans and pants a lot, and sometimes a moan will slip out and he always blushes a tiny bit hehe

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He LOVES when you take him lingerie shopping with you. He gets to help you pick out what he’s gonna tear off of you later 😇 good luck in the fitting room btw!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Above average by a little, but it’s nice and thick, plenty enough to fill you up. He knows how to work it 🤓

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This man is a freakkkkk. At least 4 times a week if not everyday.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to make sure you feel well taken care of afterwards so he does his best to stay awake and make sure you’re all good before he cleans himself and dozes off!

Taglist: @lustfulslxt @whotfisade @soursturniolo @recklesssturniolo @lxvlysworld @chrisolivia4l @kiarastromboli @mattnchrisworld @cupidsword @kvtie444 @xplrfear @knowingnothingnoel

[linawritesficsies]

h.s. | short n’ sweet (ig au) | part 3

sabrinacarpenter!reader x harry styles.

part 1 // part 2

a/n: ok, this is probably the last part, so i hope you enjoy it! 💗

warnings: language, some details may not be accurate, english is not my first language. credits to the pics' owners. not readproofed enough

🚫don’t copy, translate or put my work thru an AI.

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yourusername met this cute bartender last night… he gave me free drinks

i know i sound a bit redundant but I bet we'd have really good bed chem😉

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ynfeatharry i’m actually screaming!!!

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harrystyles where art thou? why not uponeth me?

onlyangelstyles HAROLD?!?!

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ynrrysworld gemma is so real 😂

jackantonoff his drinks weren’t even good, can i speak with his supervisor??

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harrysfineline he looks soooo fine in this pic ❤️‍🔥

harryscurls this is how a fanfic starts

hslot22 omg lmao

ynrryslove they match each other’s energy perfectly!!!

niallhoran wait, why didn’t I get free drinks?

narry1d lmao

yourusername he said only pretty girls like me got drinks for free

niallhoran bs. i’m way prettier than y/n, right? @/harrystyles

harrystyles @/niallhoran dude, don’t start again.

yourusername @/niallhoran you’re the prettiest girl 💗

niallhoran @/yourusername thanks y/n, i really appreciate it.

narrysgirl this is gold 😂

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harrystyles A miracle has occurred…

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yourusername excuse me what are you insinuating???

ynrrystan they act like an old married couple i can’t-

ynrrysworld this is too cute 🥰

joeyking if you’re making your famous carrot cake you’d better save me a slice😠

yourusername don’t worry hun, there’s a full container waiting for you in our fridge 🩷.

harryftyn wait a minute.. our freezer??? 😶

onlyangelstyles are they living together?

harrystyles @/joeyking hurry up or i’ll eat them too

joeyking @/harrystyles stay away from MY cake styles.

yourusername this is why i never cook 🤷‍♀️

      ynsfeather your humor kills me y/n 😂

gemmastyles share the recipe plz

yourusername on my way babessssss 🫶

       stanningynrry y/n and gemma’s relationship is so cute too 🥹

       ynrryscoincidence ik right?

thatsynespresso how can she look this beautiful 😭

                eicslover effortlessly beautiful 💜

niallhoran never let her go bro

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yourusername oops someone fell asleep at work 🙊

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harrystyles if this is because of the baking joke i’m officially regretting it.

yourusername there’s nothing i do better than revenge 💋

       tayynstan i love when you quote taylor 💖

gemmastyles that outfit? are you my brother or my grandpa? 

       annetwist i’m sorry honey i can’t defend you there

       harrystyles why is this the ‘make fun of harry’ post??

       yourusername 😂😂

       onlyangelstyles not gemma and even anne roasting harry 😂

       ynrry i love their dynamics 💖💖

niallhoran this would explain why you fall asleep mid sentence

      forevernarry NIALL LMAO 😂😂

      harrystyles @/niallhoran it was just ONE time.

      niallhoran @/harrystyles sure, grandpa. let’s get you to bed.

      yourusername @/niallhoran he called me gemma the other day.

     harrystyles great. my best friend and my girlfriend against me. wonderful.

ynrryschild they’re a married couple indeed!!

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harrystyles The view is gorgeous. 

Venice is pretty nice too.

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yourusername aww h!!! stop it 💘💘💘

harrystyles just stating facts…

       stanningynrry my heart has just stopped

gemmastyles aww baby bro being romantic!!!

harrystyles shut up.

torilovesyn she looks like a princes!!!

annetwist beautiful 💖 

y/nsfeather thank you harry for all the free y/n content🩷

niallhoran you’re so whipped it hurts

onlyangelstyles omg harry is in loooove

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yourusername i’ll be looking disrespectfully 👀👀

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ynrrystan y/n thirsting over her boyfriend episode 5625

harryssunflower i’d do the same if i had her boyfriend ngl

       onlyangelstyles she’s just one of us

harrystyles can’t you be serious for just ONE post???

yourusername @/harrystyles haha you love me🥰🥰

       harrystyles @/yourusername it’s true, i do.

       ynrrystan i’m gonna pass out

       harryfeatyn they’re the cutest!!!!

niallhoran hey @/harrystyles don't forget your sunscreen

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killatrav @/taylorswift and @/yourusername have been too busy chatting among themselves to even remember their boyfriends.

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harrystyles we feel really neglected.

yourusername @/harrystyles oh stop being so dramatic!

       taylorswift @/harrystyles @/killatrav don’t blame us, we haven’t seen each other in a while.

downbad4tayyn omg this is too much!!

ynrrysworld they're calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend now?

ynrrystan is this a double date??

tayvisforever this is so funny

ylnftswift i love they’re all friends now

jackantonoff you feel neglected??? why wasn’t I even invited to this???

yourusername @/jackantonoff you said “double dates are so lame duuudeee”

        jackantonoff @/yourusername and I stand by it but it sucks to be left out

       taylorswift @/jackantonoff you said you didn’t want to go.

      jackantonoff @/taylorswift i do not remember saying that.

      ynsfeather this is better than any tv show 😂

taylorslore i absolutely love this! 🩵

stanningynrry what a great day to be alive!!!

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yourusername opening night of the short n’ sweet tour was… WOW!!! thank you so so so so so much for spending this friday night with us 🩷 i hope you had a blast just as i did!! 

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joeyking YOU WERE AMAZING!!! 💘💘

ynsfeather i can't wait to go, my show is next💞💞

harrystyles i'm so proud of you, baby! absolutely breathtaking.

yourusername @/harrystyles thank you for being there 🥹

stanningynrry aww they're sooo cute 🧡🧡

thatsthatynespresso stunning! 😍😍

eicslover the third pic i can't 😂

ynsoutfits how iconic were the bodysuits? 💯💯

taylorswift congrats on your amazing opening night!!

torilovesyn the juno position made me gasp

sweetyn beautiful 🩷

niallhoran i had to give harry several napkins to wipe out the drool lol

lovelyyn you're so beautiful it hurts!!!

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yourusername 

the bad thing: the weather is awful

the good thing: i get to stay in watching movies with this cutie🥰🥰

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harrystyles��can i choose the film?

yourusername nope.

harryftyn lmao

onlyangelstyles his arm 🫦

ynrry 💘💘

niallhoran can i come over?

yourusername @/niallhoran it depends. can you bring more snacks?

niallhoran absolutely!

yourusername @/niallhoran then yes you may come over

ynft1d y/n + harry + niall = my favourite people

mialovesyn yes and adding taylor to that list too.

ynrrysworld they're my favourite couple!

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ynrrysupdates 📣⚠️Harry went on stage with Y/N at the #ShortNSweetTour 😳

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ynrry i've never felt so much FOMO in my whole life!!!

ynsfeather WHATTTT??

stanningyn harry's face when y/n made the juno position 😂

ynrrysworld she looked at him right after 😂

harryfeatyn the matching outfits, hello??????

eicslover i'm so lucky i got to be there!🙏

harryssunflower harry blushed several times while watching her 😅

ynsespresso how could he not?

ynrrysvalentine amazing day to be a ynrry stan 🥰🥰

ynsfits the color red looks stunning on her 😏

onlyangelstyles i loved when they sang sweet creature together ❤️

harrysgirl and then they sang hopelessly devoted to you 🥺🥺

ynxharrystan this reminded me of harryween

ynrrysworld omg you're right!😳

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niallhoran they're perfect for each other bc they match each other's weirdness.

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yourusername yeah but we're the cutest 💁‍♀️

harrystyles i was just trying to get her to give me a kiss

yourusername 🥰💗

onlyangelstyles harry being harry 😅

jackantonoff why were you dressed like that? weirdos!!!

yourusername it's a little project stfu!!!

thatsthatynespresso what project y/n???

ynftharry mom i'm scared!!

eicslover her dress is so pretty!🩷

gemmastyles guys you didn't keep your hands off each other last night

ynrrystan gemma and her big sis attitude 😂

ynrry i need more pictures from last night 🙏

ynsfeather cuties!!!

stanningynrry they're barbie and ken 😂

aaaaaaand that's all folks. i hope you've enjoyed it 🩷 i'd love to read any feedback in the comments!

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My Hero Academia Chapter 425 Spoiler Talk

I'm enjoying writing about this stuff again, though I've got a headache going on, so I'll do the best I can for now. I might add in stuff later:

I'm very happy to see our Big 3 graduate finally! I was kinda worried Mirio wouldn't even graduate for a second, but I'm happy to see that he did and he gave a valedictorian-esque speech to everyone talking about rebuilding society so everyone can have a bright future like Sir Nighteye wanted. Ending his speech with a joke is such a Mirio Togata thing 😂. I'm going to miss that guy so much 🥹

Why are Deku and some other students just lying on the ground with their feet up like that btw? Did they run out of chairs or something? It's a weird, quirky little thing that's just there, I guess.

The narration mentions that it's June in the MHA universe now (Happy Pride, btw 🏳️‍🌈). So, if the War took place around April or May, then it's been at least 1 month since we last saw the kids at the hospital.

Our class 1-A is now officially Class 2-A! They're finally second years as they should have been. Everyone including Aizawa is alive, though saying they're well is debatable. Everyone is clearly still injured in some way, shape, or form. Most have several bandages and even Jiro looks like she has a prosthetic for her missing left earphone jack.

Quick note: I notice that Bakugo is actually wearing a tie with his uniform now. It's still not buttoned up, but you can tell that he's definitely softened a bit since the war. EDIT: Looking at it again, it might not be buttoned up because he has a cast holding his right arm, but it’s hard to tell from the scans.

Aoyama not wanting to return to UA is sad, but it makes sense. I'd argue that he earned his place there regardless of AFO's influence, but I can understand that he doesn't feel that way and wants to redeem himself and become a hero in his own way without being forced to betray his friends and teachers.

Replacing Aoyama will be Hitoshi Shinso! I think most of us predicted that Shinso would be joining Class 2-A, but I'm very happy to see that confirmed. It's going to be a bit of a weird start for him, but I think he'll get used to his new classmates quickly.

Another quick note: The second-year cloud girl, Fuwa Mitawa, is seen quite a bit in this chapter and her return is something Horikoshi promised many volumes ago, so I'm glad to see him keep that promise.

Those two first panels of Shouto make me so sad, y'all 😭... His hair is so messy and you can see bags under his eyes. It's hard to tell because of the leaks, but I don't know if there's even light left in his eyes. He looks so exhausted. What happened to Dabi, Endeavor, and the rest of his family? I have no doubt that he's been agonizing over them for god knows how long. I hate seeing him like this, honestly. He's my favorite character and deserves all the good in the world, especially after the harsh life he's been put through. I want to give Shouto all the hugs in the world 🩵.

I don't think Deku smiled at all this whole chapter btw. He tries to talk to Ochako at one point, but she interrupts him with a comment about his new haircut. He just looks sad this whole chapter. I bet he's still grieving and processing what happened. I need Izuku to open up to someone because he can't just bottle this up.

Then we have this mysterious man walking around a desolate town. We have absolutely no idea who this is, but apparently it isn't someone we know of. I want to say it's a grown-up Tenko Shimura somehow, but even that might be too farfetched.

Finally, there's Shouto and the Todorokis. Shouto reassures Deku that he's ok, but I bet my gatcha game currency that he's putting on a brave face because that final beautiful panel of him does not scream "I'm ok!" to me. If anything, I'm amazed Shouto doesn't look like he got any other permanent scars on his face at least.

It looks like Shouto is going to see his family at the hospital. Specifically Endeavor and what might be Dabi who's being kept alive in a big machine. It's hard to tell because the scans are so unclear, but I'm 90% sure that's Dabi in there. It's a miracle that man is alive given he was just a skeleton last we saw him. I'm 99% sure we're going to get a Hellish Todoroki Family Part 3 or something next chapter.

But, we won't see that until 3 weeks from now because we're officially on a 2-week break. There isn't a given reason why like Jujustu Kaisen got (Gege Akutami is sick, so he's taking 2-week break too), so I really hope Horikoshi is ok. It's either he's sick too or he needs time to think of the final chapters of MHA. Or both, that too. Regardless, any breaks given to Kohei Horikoshi to give him time to rest is ok with me. Just sucks for us as fans. Leaving us on THAT kind of a cliffhanger is just mean 😭