#he's my sweatheart and boyfriend

[ladyzirkonia]

I love the boys but he has a special place in my heart.

Mainly created for self-interest.

[amyrahrose]

⁖Content warning: Sexual theme between Geto and reader, adult theme, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), dominant Geto!, READER IS BLACK FEMALE CODED.

Synopsis: Geto and Y/n are at her yearly office party, and while Y/n is having a great time, she's unaware of Geto's displeasure in it all. Especially how you keep entertaining one of your coworkers a little too much for Geto's liking. Well it looks like he's going to have to teach you (and your coworker) a lesson. ✨

•Author's Notes: 18 and Under, GET TA STEPPIN! Everyone else, please enjoy and feel free to like and repost 😊🤎

The events that led up to this happened faster than you could breath. One minute you were engaging into some small talk with your coworkers, laughing at a corny joke one of the guys just told, and the next your were being dragged off by an unseen presence, only catching the shocked expressions from the small group you were just apart of. 

“What the hell is happening?” You think to yourself as you’re still being dragged away. You turned around, ready to give the person a piece of your mind when you notice who it is that has a hold of you.

“Geto.” You breathe out with a roll of your eyes. You should’ve know it was him, who else would have the balls to pull something as crazy as that at your office party? 

You loved your boyfriend, with every fiber of your being, but he was very possessive and had jealous tendencies when it came to you. Every guy, in his eyes, only wanted to take you away from him and claim you as theirs. It was even one time when he gave an elderly man a death glare for, as Geto puts it, smiling a little too hard for his liking at you. 

“Suguru, you’re crazy, what could an old man like that possibly want with me?”

“Well duh babe, isn’t it obvious, he wants the same thing I beg you to let me eat out every night.” Geto said matter-of-fact, in the middle of the grocery store. You were about to tell him off until you looked over at the elderly man sporting a shit-eating grin on his face, confirming what Geto said. Let’s just say you haven’t been back there to shop since. 

“Y/n, I tried being on my “best behavior” but I couldn’t take how that fucker was staring at you anymore, practically eye-fucking you, So I came to your rescue.” He said with a not so innocent smile. 

You scoffed, “I didn’t need you to rescue me from anyone, and Kento is harmless, he sees me as a friend.” Geto threw his head back in a fit of laughter. “Yea, sweatheart a friend he wants to fuck but don’t worry, after this, he wouldn’t dare look your way again.” He said with a smirk. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, you had a feeling where this may be leading.

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“Louder sweatheart, I don’t think they can hear you.” Geto stated with a smirk dancing on his lips. He had you locked up in the restroom for the last thirty minutes, bent over the sink with his dick buried deep into your cunt. You barely stood a chance once he pushed you into the restroom, solidifying what was to come. 

“Please Geto, please.. it won’t happen again.” You moaned out, trying to plead your case. Part of you wanted him to stop, slightly embarrassed that this was happening in the same building where you see your coworkers everday, but the other part of you enjoyed every minute of it. The pleasure of his thick, veiny cock, pulsating inside of you overshadowed the consquences waiting on the other side of the door. 

“You’re sorry for what princess?” Geto breathed against your neck, licking and sucking on your spot behind your ear. “You’re sorry for laughing at the lame fucker’s joke? Hmm? Say “I promise I won’t do it again daddy”. Scream it out loud so Kento could hear.” He stated with a devilish smile. You moaned, shaking your head no at his request. Tsking at your protest, Geto pulled you up by your box braids and slammed your back against his chest, causing him to pound deeper inside you. 

“Was that a no sweetheart? Would you rather I finish fucking you out infront of everybody? I don’t mind letting them know who’s pussy this belongs too, especially your lame ass coworker.” He smiled against your back. His threat had you clenching around him, leaving a creamy, white coat around his dick. 

He groaned, “You like that, huh? You like the thought of being whored out infront of people, having them watch as I stretch this pussy out, filling you up?” His thrust becoming harder and sharper at the image of having you laid infront of group of people as he claimed what was his. 

With a shaky breath, you whispered out a small no, only for it to come out louder when Geto reached around and started rubbing your clit.

“That’s funny your lips are saying one thing, but she’s telling me something different.” He groaned and licked his lips at the sight of where you two connected, your pussy molding around he dick like it was made specifically for him. Clenching and milking him for everything he’s got, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he nutted.

“C’mon say it pretty girl. Let ‘em know you’re mine.” He demanded as he continued his assault on your clit and pussy. He know you were at your breaking point too from the way you tried grinding back against him. 

“I’m yours Geto. I’m yours” You squeaked out, eyes rolling back as you felt him rub your clit with more intensity. 

“That’s it baby, good girl. Say it again, louder.” He panted, watching you be submissive had Geto on cloud nine. 

“I’m yours Geto, only yours, I promise! Please Daddy, let me cum.” You whimpered out. That’s all it took for Geto to lose control. 

His thrust were unrelenting as he started deep stroking you, kissing your cervix with his fat tip, spelling his name over and over with the tip of his finger on your clit. With his lips pressed against your ear he whispered, “Look at me.” 

You looked up in the mirror to see Geto purple eyes already trained on you, staring at you with such an intensity it made you dizzy. 

He watched you for a few seconds more, before speaking one word that possesses you.

“Cum.” He demanded with a deep, territorial growl. As if magic, you came all over Geto’s dick. Waves of pleasure racking over your body as your juices splashed all over yourself and his lower half. He let out a hiss, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt your walls clamping down on his dick. With a few more thrusts, Geto drew out a long moan as he cummed deep inside you, hot thick ropes of his cum painting your insides white. Both of you stayed like that for a while, breathing hard coming down from the high. With a kiss to your neck, Geto slid out of you slowly, causing a moan to slip past both of your lips. 

Turning to meet his eyes, he sported a goofy grin before saying, “Now let’s go back out and enjoy the party.” 

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You walked out the restroom, head hanging in shame as you felt all eyes on you and Geto. Geto on the other hand could care less, walking out with his head held high, smirking while basking in the attention. You didn’t think it all bad until you heard your boyfriend begin to talk, your stomach falling to your ass.

“Hey, Kento was it? Pleasure to meet you man. I’m sure you already know who I am. Hey, could you tell me that joke you told y/n? I’m dying to know what was so funny.” 

Yea it’s definitely time to cash in that vacation and leave the office for a little while.

© 2024 Amyrahrose. Please do not translate, copy, plagiarize, or repost (sharing links is fine 🤎) without my permission. You will only find my entries/content on tumblr!

[a-nemoiia]

「 The old times 」

・Thomas Shelby x Reader・

Note: Can I write? No. Have I ever written anything before? No. But here's to new things. (English isn't my first language so I apologise in advance for any mistake)

Plot: Thomas Shelby finds himself face to face with someone from the past he had left behind long ago

Word count : around 1.6k

Warnings: None

Thomas's childhood seemed a lifetime ago or so he felt until now, while attending the Epsom race a glimpse of a familiar face stopped Thomas in his tracks. A face he hadn't seen since before the war, the face of the girl who had lived nearby and managed to force her way into little Tommy's life from the first day she stepped a foot in the neighbourhood where he lived, and then proceeded to share with him the long days of his childhood.

That was until Thomas decided to push her away...

Over the years Thomas had grown closer to y/n, closer than he ever intended. He knew what that feeling was, that warmth blossoming in his chest everytime she smiled and it frightened him, just as much as the possible threats of the uncertain future did.

So Thomas decided to take matters into his own hand, making sure to leave what they had behind, while breaking Y/n's heart in the process, he managed to turn the bond they once shared into nothing but a memory.

And as if he was telling fortune, what he feared happened not too long after when young y/n had to move out of Birmingham with her father, vanished without a trace after longing for Tommy's goodbye that never came.

Now here she was again after all these years, as beautiful as the memories of her which his heart still held tight to, making it the only good thing in his bleak world. "Thank you" she thanked the man behind the bar once he poured her drink, y/n took a sip hoping it'd help with the discomfort she felt in this place. she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, clearly overwhelmed by the noises around her but just when she was about to leave she heard the man next to her speak.

Thomas knew he should keep his distance, leaving the past in the past, but something compelled him to approach her, so he found himself walking over to her. He leaned against the bar and looked at the familiar woman, no longer the little girl she once was, with muddy shoes and scrapped kness.

"... It's been a long time...What brings you back after all this time?" the question escaped him. Y/n turned around to face the man standing next to her, she frowned her eyebrows in confusion, before she responded "I'm sorry...Do you know me?" she asked.

When the realization hit Thomas his heart heart sank, she didn't remember him... He took a moment to compose himself, licked his lips and straightened his posture, no longer looking at her, he said "My bad, sweatheart... It seems I mistook you for someone else. My apologies" he lit a cigarette between sentences to calm his troubled thoughts, Thomas couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, but he managed to hide it well behind the usual cool facade "May I ask what brings you here today?"

"I'm here with my boyfriend, He's got a horse in the race" she answered as she looked about her surroundings in an attempt to avoid the man's heavy gaze on her. Thomas raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the mention of the said boyfriend. He leaned against the bar slightly, with a low voice he asked "A horse in the race, you say? Well...What's the name of the horse? Perhaps I've heard of it." the hint of jealousy he felt hiding well behind the curiosity in his tone.

"It's 'Wonder'. what about you... What brings you here? Got a horse in the race yourself?" y/n's gaze finally returned to his steel one, he nodded as he took a drag of his cigarette, "I do 'Grace's Secret', she's a beauty. But I'm afraid my interests goes beyond horses and betting tonight"

Thoughtfully, she repeated the name "Grace's secret...a woman then?Judging by the name." she asked watching a smirk display itself on the gentleman's face" you've got quite the intuition" He turned fully to address the lady next to him "Apologies, I didn't introduce myself properly. My name's Thomas Shelby. But around here, most people just call m-" Thomas took a moment to process y/n's reaction, he noticed a smile tug at her lips, a smile not with surprise, but familiarity the she masked well minutes ago.

Tracing the rim of the empty glass, she looked down ".... Been a long time, Tommy" she finally said, barely above a whisper, as if she's talking to herself more than him, "indeed, 15 years." Thomas added, as if he had counted every night since the day he made the decision for both of them, "15 years..." y/n found herself echoing, feeling the weight of these lost years. They both held gaze for a few seconds, no words came, as if silently grieving their stolen youth, mourning what should've been.

Suddenly, Thomas's gaze flickered behind y/n, making her turn her head to see what caught his attention, there near the stairs stood a blond woman, with her attention fixed on him just like his on her. "excuse me, I have to go" Thomas felt a pang of regret as he watches y/n expression change. He stubbed his cigarette as he hurried towards the he blonde head woman.

Y/n stood there and watched them disappear into the crowd, feeling a twinge of disappointment, she scoffed to herself, thinking about how dared to break her heart years ago just to simply allow someone else to fill her place "Bastard..." she whispered under her breath, surprised at how easy it is to reopen old wounds.

With the start of the race, the crowd around her thinned, y/n inhaled a deep breath and took a seat at on of the tables, not sure of what she's waiting for, or whom she's waiting for, lost in her thoughts she failed to notice the blond head taking a seat opposite from her until she spoke "Betting or participating?" the blond lady asked, her gaze fixed a head "neither" y/n answered briefly.

Silence stretched before she spoke again. "My name's Grace, by the way. I couldn't help but notice you earlier with Thomas" she turned her head, and her blue eyes landed on y/n. "so you're Grace huh?" y/n ask her, already aware of the answer "heard of me? Weird how Tommy never mentioned you" Grace said, with a hint of bitterness but y/n held firm "Only today." y/n answered frankly.

Grace pursed her lips and said "Thomas and I share history" She held her chin up as she stated, which made Y/n smirked slightly "History? must have been brief, I don't recall seeing you in Small Heath when I was around." Grace's jaw tensed slightly, her composure wavering "And neither were you when I knew him." she bit back, before she threw her last card "I'm carrying his child... He knows"

Her words felt like a splash of cold water, y/n felt the sharp pang of pain make it's way between her ribbs, but she remained composed, as her eyes drifted to Grace's hand resting on the table, y/n titled her head to the side as she spoke "I don't recall seeing one on Tommy's hand" referring to the ways wedding band on Grace's finger.

Startled, Grace quickly withdrawed her hands from view. As if it'll make her unsee it "He told me to wait for hi-" she began, but y/n cut her off "Tommy does love to keep people waiting, doesn't he?" y/n's gaze wandered around at the sight of the crowd leaving, announcing the end of the event. "Not me. Not when there's love." Grace spoke again, getting y/n's attention once more.

Letting out a quite sigh, y/n drifted her gaze to the worker writing down the race results on the board "Did you know Tommy could always spot a losing horse? That Rom blood in him..." y/n remarked. Just then, results were displayed in full view, as Grace's Secret placed third. Y/n's eyes met Grace's one last time. "I think luck might have abandoned the Irish today." With that, y/n held her purse and took her leave.

With hurried steps, y/n headed towards the gates, making her way out, eager to leave this place, but a tug on her arm halted her steps. "Y/n, wait!..." Thomas called for her "... Let's go talk somewhere, eh? Just you and I" he said, his blue eyes searching hers for approval, but y/n's were on the blonde women still seated where she left her, waiting just like he told her to.

looking back into Thomas's eyes, y/n pointed out "Always fond of keeping others waiting Tommy", Tommy's gaze shifted between the two of them, before his gaze settled on y/n "The worst already happened that night 15 years ago y/n..." His said, his voice heavy with regret.

Y/n fought with herself, her heart unable to deny the longing it felt to the man standing right before her eyes, feelings for him buried deep but never gone, she sighed "That was too long ago. things changed" but Thomas couldn't disagree less.

Shaking his head, Thomas took a step towards her, closing the distant, he softly spoke "No, no, not this, this never changed", Y/n looked up into his blue eyes, noticing how the ghost of a gentle smile tugged at his lips, before he whispered “How about we both keep them waiting this time? Come with me to Polly's house... just the both of us, like old times, eh?”

The shared memory from their old lifes and the simpler days, brought a smile to her lips. She found herself gently nodding "Just like old times, Tommy" she echod softly...

Taking his offered arm, they walked back to the house that once held them both, retracing their scattered memories across the familiar streets of small heath.

All kinds of criticism and advice are welcomed. I'm literally a lost puppy 🫶🏻

[hawkinsuniversity]

──── ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ғɪᴠᴇ ────

word count: 0.4k

pairing: percy jackson x reader

warnings: 18+ content, pet names, praise kink, vaginal penetrative sex, temperature play, dirty talk, overstimulation, grinding, & cum play.

minors please do not interact, as this post includes smut and 18+ content!!

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“shhh baby, you’re okay” percy cooed softly. “you’re here with me sweatheart…”

the two of you had been going at it for almost two hours now, and to say that you were overstimulated would be an understatement. percy continued to pound into your squelching hole relentlessly until the coil in your lower abdoman snapped once more, sending you over the edge.

“good girl…” percy praised further. “you’re just my perfect litte angel, aren’t you baby?”

you nodded sheepishly, completely lost in a floaty, airy headspace. percy could tell how worn out you were becoming and that you were fading quickly. however, he wasn’t done with you just yet.

“hey… hey sweetie, look up at me huh?” he coaxed gently as you attempted to raise your spinning head.

you peered up at your boyfriend in marvellous wonder. he was so gorgeous. his bright green eyes pierced into yours and his large, buff arms held your bodys together like puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

“sweetheart do you think you have one more for me?” he inquired sweetly.

you were reluctant but slowly nodded your head in approval as he began pulling out of your cushy walls.

“okay baby… here’s what is going to happen. you are going to take my fingers one last time so that all of my fertile cum is pushed farther up that gorgeous little pussy of yours. mhm k?”

you shook your head once more before percy’s large, throbbing fingers had made their way to your desperate pussy. the boy gilded his fingers in and out with ease due to the copious amounts of arousal that had already been spewed across your milky slit.

suddenly, as the demigod’s hands continued to work themselves in your pussy you realized the sensation had become much more different than it had previously been.

“wha-” you began to inquire before being hushed by percy.

“shhh baby… relax” he encouraged before chuckling lightly to himself. “did you not remember i could control liquids other than water, baby?”

you whimpered as you felt the mixture of cum that filled your cunt swirl inside of you, and slowly grow colder and colder.

you cried out in pleasure as the liquid eventually became ice cold and once again, the world came crashing down on you and the coil in your stomach snapped.

you screamed out loudly while clutching onto percy and grinding yourself gently on his nimble fingers to slowly bring your body down from the intense high.

“p- percy…” you mumbled as you collapsed into his arms and were picked up in a loving embrace.

“i’m here baby, i’m here.” he promised. “did so well for me princess… i love you so much.”

“love you perc…” you murmered before fully passing out.

[saturnxlust]

Sweatheart🥀

Bo Sinclair, Vincent, Sinclair, Will Grahm, Thomas Hewitt

Im so sorry whoever requested this i couldnt think of anything for hannibal so unfortunately i did leave him out.😔😔

Vincent Sinclair

You had been living with the sinclairs for quite some time and your talents have really shone through, you helped lester with the roadkill, you helped vincent with his figures and moving them. One day, excruciatingly hot day you were stuck with lester and his stinky pile of animals, when vincent stuck his head out of the museum door and started waving his hands around frantically, you of course noticed and made your way over quickly. As you walked into the museum you saw his dillemma, one of his figured had fallen ontop of another and they were now leaned to the side. Grabbing one of them you pulled it back up right and held it up until it stabilized and grabbed the other one doing the same, you turned to vincent after and smiled at him and he nodded at you as if thanking you.

Bo Sinclair

Bo didnt really like how you were strong but he didnt mind much as it ment you could help around the house, though he always perfered his girlfriends to be weaker then him he didnt care enough to be bothered by it with you. One especially difficult day when one of the ‘victims’ had managed to get away you found yourself running after them, you were able to tackle them to the ground and knock them out, carrying the person back to the house, when bo saw that you had caught them he was greatful but upset he couldn’t have done it himself, though he did give you a small kiss on the cheek and a slight ‘thank you’ after they were taken care of and you were alone. Although he liked your petite form he appreciated the fact you were strong and seemed happy at some times.

Will Grahm

You had went with your boyfriend will, to his therapy appointment and sat in the waiting room while he was seen, the appointment ended and you left with him after he booked another. On the way home you noticed he seemed a little light headed, you frowned and panicked as he flopped onto his side, you pulled into the driveway and carried him in, struggling slightly but you managed to get him on the sofa. You grabbed water and tylenol for him to take when he woke up, you sat by him and waited. He began to stir awake and opened his eyes looking up at you, you smiled warmly and he seemed impressed. “Darling did you carry me in?” He questioned you slightly. You nodded and he seemed panicked as he looked at your form, you looked small and petite from first glance but now that he really looked at your features the more it made sense that you were able to carry him in. You kissed him and laid next to him.

Thomas Hewitt

Luda may found you useful and in some ways hoyt did to, though he found anyone unhelpful, thomas worried though, he worried you would get hurt as he figured you were much weaker then him, when in reality you were almost as strong as him. You often attempted to help but was shooed away from most of the heavy lifting, thomas not wanting you to break your back. He did however let you help with the lighter stuff like cleaning and some heavy lifting. One day you looked around anxiously for thomas, when you couldnt see him anywhere you grabbed a heavy bag of meat and carried it to the house, of course thomas was there, he always was whenever you didnt something like this, watching just in case. After when the day was over and the moon finally started to set, you climbed into bed alone but minutes later it dipped beside you, waking you up to turn around and be met with a very angry thomas. Uh oh, looks like he really was watching you…🥲

Hello my lovies, how are you all today??

[channieismyboy]

needy ♡

{softdom!hyunjin x f!reader}

synopsis: you have a wet dream and your sweet boyfriend hyunjin helps you out in your needy state

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, vibrator, oral (f rec.), bit of crying from feeling good, thigh riding, praise, pet names (kitten) - masterlist ♡

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your hands reach out to grab a hold of something, anything. or else you feel like you won't be able to handle the stimulation hyunjin is giving you. you buck up your hips, when your boyfriend's tongue swirls around your clit and pushes the vibrator further into you.

you don't know how much more of this you can handle. It all just feels so overwhelmingly good that you're starting to cry. with every thrust of the vibrator hyunjin pushes into you, its fast movements sends shocks of pleasure where you need it. your face contorts with every moan you let out. those are the only sounds that can be heard besides the hum of the toy and the slurps of hyunjin's mouth while destroying your poor swollen clit.

¨please hyunjin, i don't know how much- ahh" you get caught off with hyunjin turning up the vibrator to a higher setting.

"oh sweatheart, you know i can't do that," he says with fake sympathy, then pauses, and moves closer to your face. his is mere inches away from yours, and his strong arms pin you in place on the soft mattress, staring into his dark brown eyes. they scan your face and stare at the tears that roll down your face from the stimulation he gave you.

his hand reaches to wipe them off your face. you can feel his warm breath as he opens his mouth to speak. just as a word is about to come out of his mouth, you get woken up from your dream.

still in your hazy state you see the same man you were dreaming about, asking if you had a nightmare. now aware that that scenario was just a dream, you stare into the loving eyes of your boyfriend hyunjin that are currently brimming with concern.

it's dark in your shared bedroom, you know that it is quite late into the night from the darkness. the room only illuminated by the light coming from the clock on the bedside table.

"baby, are you okay? you've been tossing and turning all night, did you have a nightmare?" hyunjin's hands come to move the strands of hair that block your face.

you stare down at his bare chest, his collarbones that show from the parts of him that are uncovered from the comforter. you cannot help but imagine what they would look like marked up. then your gaze wanders to his plush lips, he's biting them out of concern. then flashbacks of your dream hits you, red rushes up to your face and neck.

"baby? you're zoning out, and your face..." he suddenly goes quiet, then his worried look soon turns into a smirk. fuck, you think, he knows you too well. still not saying a word, you look up at him.

"you didn't have a nightmare did you?" he asks, tone seductive. you simply nod. "no no, i need words love."

"no, i didn't." your voice is a little raspy and very quiet since it's the first time you've spoken, you didn't think you could feel hotter than you do right now.

"then what got you so worked up in your sleep, darling?" he turns his head slightly to the side. this little shit, he knows what he's doing. since you go silent he speaks up once more. "if you don't tell me then i can just let you be, and go back to sleep for the rest of the night." he turns to the side a little, proving his point.

you know that there's some seriousness to his tone and finally start to express your desires. "wait." he turns his head now.

"i had a dream that you, uh- you made me feel good." you cross your legs to relieve some of the aching tension you feel. hyunjin glances down, taking a mental note of your action.

"is my baby needy?" he reaches a hand under the covers to separate your crossed legs from each other. his fingers then lead to your wet and aching cunt, expertly swirling them to give you a little hint of pleasure. you let out a moan and your breath hitches, as he leans in closer to you, and whispers in your ears. "would you like me to help you?" his fingers, along with his enticing tone pulls you even closer to him, and you nod immediately.

the next thing you know, you're grinding intensely on hyunjin's muscular thigh. all you can think about is the pleasure he's giving you and the way his body looks in the dark. the shadowing curving around every muscle on his body, he looks so remarkably attractive.

his hands meet at the sides of your hips, pulling at the plushness on them and helping grind even further into him. you lean down and start to move faster and faster, letting hyunjin now take control of your movements. he lifts you slightly and pushes you down onto him, dragging your clothed pussy on him.

"you're doing so well for me sweetheart. just a little more and you can cum okay?" he guides you, while flexing his thighs. your legs twitch, and let out a strained whine.

"please i'm going to cum, please don't stop hyunjin" you say, voice barely above a whisper. hyunjin follows, and helps you even more until you're collapsing into his grip while cuming.

"do you feel more relaxed now princess?" you answer with a tiny 'yes', and give into the small head pats he gives you. you then feel something hard tap lightly against your thigh.

"good, cause we're not done yet, love."

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a/n : ik what you’re thinking, and yes i know i have been gone for a good month. BUT I AM BACK ish- i have exams coming up soon and other things, but feel so bad cause ik the last time i updated was so long ago. I’m going to try to make up for that, i will also be updating the chanel chance series too.

anyways, i hope you enjoyed this!!! i noticed that i haven’t posted a hyunjin ff which is crazy cause he is my bias (let me be in denial). i love you all, please make sure to eat, drink water and sleep properly <3

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[smoooothoperator]

What A Shame

01: Red

Driver! Charles Leclerc x Singer! OC (Juliette Morelli)

Exes to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Childhood Sweathearts

Summary: two once lovers see each other again after ten years. Will things go well?

Words: 2.3k

a/n: hello and welcome to my newest fic!!! I really hope everyone enjoys this story since it's the first one I write after a long time!

Every interaction is very welcomed!!!!

Masterlist

next part

Just to get some things clear:

this fic happens on 2030 and there will be some flashbacks of previous years, making Charles be 32 years old

most of the songs I'll be using or make references are from Taylor Swift, and if you want to I could post the playlist I'm listening while I write

🎤

Maid of honor. The most important woman of the bridesmaids, the person that will be there for the bride whenever she needs her. Historically, the maid of honor was the attendant of the a queen in royal households or the most important woman of the house; she was a maiden that never have been married and a virgin. A woman that could be there for someone superior or more important for her.

When you have years of experience being the maid of honor, supporting and helping your friends on their most important day, you get used to the term. It's easy to joke and laugh about it, to ignore the ache on the chest when friends ask one more time to be their maid of honor.

"You should work as a wedding planner" the parents of the bride use to tell me, patting my back and congratulating me for my great job.

"Too bad I'm a singer, huh?" I use to answer them with a smile, hiding the pain of their words.

They never ask why I'm always the maid of honor. Why I'm always there for their daughters, making sure everything is perfect and ready for them, telling always the same line after my speech.

"With love, Juliette: always the maid of honor but never the bride" I use to say, turning off the mic and smiling at my friends, hearing laughs and people clapping, not knowing that it hurts admitting to myself that I'll never be on that spot of the table wearing a dress that makes me look like a princess.

So, when Valerie didn't ask me to be her maid of honor, it took me for surprise. Valerie was always by my side when he left me, giving me her shoulder to cry and her spare room to stay when I needed it. Valerie was like a sister for me, someone I would say yes no matter what she asked me to do.

"I know you hate it" she sighed. "I won't torture you, I know you always joke about that but deep inside you are in pain. I won't put you on that position ever again. But I want you to be there on my wedding"

How could I say no? She's my best friend and actually the first person that took that tag of the maid of honor off of me.

"I want you to be happy, Juliette" she sighed.

"You know I can't " I sighed looking at my hands. "He hurt me and there's no way I can get out of that whole"

"You can, you know you can and you will" she said sure if herself, like making a promise. "I heard Pierre will invite some of his friends, I bet you'll find someone out there"

Pierre Gasly, Valerie's boyfriend for many years and nod her fiance. He's a known racing driver for some years now, being famous and all it comes with that. The wedding will be an important event, media wants to know every small detail of it and share it to the world. Now it makes sense why Valerie didn't ask me to be the maid of honor.

But I was with her all the time, dreaming, looking at her trying all those white dresses and wishing it was me for once, trying the cakes with her on our sleepovers and wishing to have someone cutting the cake with me, looking at the pictures she sent me of the flowers and imagining myself holding them when walking to the aisle.

I wished, again, that I was the bride.

The wedding was coming, looking now at the calendar it was closer than I thought it was going to be, making me search for a dress desperately, not wanting to use of of those dresses I used as a maid of honor.

"Wear something simple" Valerie said sitting on my bed. "Maybe one of those satin dresses you like"

"But that's too simple" I frowned. "It's your wedding, Val"

"I don't care, Juliette" she said smiling, shaking her head. "Plus, you look amazing on those dresses. The red one you wore on that charity gala last month was amazing, you could wear it on the rehearsal dinner"

"But what about the actual wedding!"

Finding a dress was harder than I thought. As the maid of honor I had to wear the dress the bride wanted, but now I could choose whatever I wanted to wear.

"Hey, hey, relax. Just... Relax, okay? Just wear something you feel comfortable with" she said trying to calm me.

So yeah, I did what she asked. I bought a dress on a random shop, something I could wear with the most comfortable heels I had on the wardrobe, and put everything I needed on a suitcase.

Valerie and Pierre were going to do their wedding on a nice villa, with vineyards and all the luxury you can imagine when both of them have lots of money, and since his family is religious they will do the wedding on the cozy church of the village with a small group of close friends and family.

The dinner rehearsal will be there on the villa, making sure that the next day everything will be ready and will work smoothly.

The red dress was hanging on the door of the closet, brighter than ever. I used to like red, he made me love it. It was his dream since he was a child, watching the red cars drive under his balcony around the streets of Monaco, and imagining that once he was older he would drive one of those.

"I'll be your Michael and you'll be my Corinna!" he used to say while we sat next to each other on the floor as kids, watching the TV and how Michael Schumacher won those races with his red Ferrari.

Using red after him felt like a punishment, a self torture. How can I be so stupid? So weak to not move on and we drowned on self pity?

I took a deep breath, taking off the silk robe and getting dressed while looking at myself on the mirror.

"Come on, why can't you be with someone?" I said to the reflection of myself. "You are freaking Juliette Morelli, a well known singer! You fucked with freaking Shawn Mendes and the Sebastian Stan flirted with you! You can do better than him"

At this point I was too desperate to forget him. I needed to stop thinking about him, it happened nearly ten years ago. How can I be so stupid and still not move out?

But still... It feels like if that happened yesterday.

"I'm sorry, Juliette" he said suddenly after he sat on the couch of the livingroom. "This isn't working anymore, I need to focus on my job and you are distracting me. It was funny while it lasted. I wish your career goes good as well"

I can do better than him, a stupid driver.

When I walked out of the room, with the purse hanging on my shoulder, the hair down and the red dress hugging my body, I felt confident. I knew I can get over him.

"Wow, Juliette!" Valerie gasped when she saw me walk inside the big room with some of the important guests. "I told you that dress looked amazing on you. Red has always been your color"

"You are right" I smile, somehow sure of myself, believing my own words. "It looks better on me"

🏎️

The moment Pierre asked me to be his best man I didn't waste any second to say yes. Even if I knew that he wanted another person to be his best man, someone that is not longer with us, I said yes immediately.

"I know what you are thinking" Pierre sighed patting my back. "He'll be with me there, but I need my best friend right now and I need it that day too. Tonio would be so glad that you'll be there for me"

"I know, but..." I sighed, taking a deep breath. "I'll go, I promise you I'll be there. But right now I just realized that it's only you and I that's left from that group of innocent kids that only wanted to drive and have fun"

"Come on dude, don't talk like if Esteban is dead!" Pierre laughed. "We have arguments, we're no longer friends... but he was on the pictures too and he's still in this world"

"You idiot" I laughed rolling my eyes.

My best friend is going to get married. He's still with the girl he met when he finished high school and now they will spend the rest of their lives together, form a family.

I promised that to someone long time ago. I promised that I would be there for her and that I'll let her be there for me.

"You know, Valerie asked her to sing" Pierre sighed iling weakly at me.

"Huh? Who?" I frown, being taken out of my thoughts.

"You know who" he sighed.

"Oh... That's cool" I nodded. "Cool, cool, cool, cool... Yeah, all cool"

"When was the last time you saw her?" he sighed closing his eyes.

"You know the answer of that" I said looking down at my lap.

The last time I saw her I tried to not look at her. I walked inside her apartment and stayed there for less than five minutes, hearing her heart break and walking out of it before she talked. I had to be heartless, leave for her and my own good.

"You are so coward, dude" he sighed shaking his head in disapproval.

"I did what I had to do" I frowned looking at him. "Plus, her own career was starting to grow and I couldn't be distracted because of her"

I saw Pierre shaking his head disappointed, patting my back and walking away. I already know what he's thinking, that I shouldn't let her go.

I still remember how I felt when I walked out of her apartment, how the tears were blurrying my eyes and I had to take a deep breath and wait an hour to start driving to my own apartment. I still remember how I felt when I heard the song that made her fame grow, those three letters of the title laughing at me knowing damn well that she wrote that song pouring all her heard on it.

The next months of preparations of Pierre's wedding were intense. The season was still going on, since he planned getting married on our summer break in August, so we had to plan everything on the time we had free, making it easy for us since we spent most of the time together.

It was only the week before his wedding when her name came to my mind.

Juliette Morelli. Valerie's best friend. And my ex.

Pierre told me she was going to sing on their first dance, that she was going to be at the dinner rehearsal and that she was going to stay in the villa the whole weekend.

"You just have to not go on her way" I said talking to myself in the mirror on my own room of the villa. "Try to ignore her. Maybe after all this years she won't recognize me, right? Yeah, yeah, she won't recognize me"

I have to focus on the rehearsal. I need to work along side with Valerie's sister to coordinate everything and make sure that the flower girl is comfortable and I have to make sure that I don't lose the rings. Easy peasy.

But that focus slipped away from my mind the moment I walked inside the big room, with a small group of guests, and I saw a red dress.

But what unfocused me wasn't the dress. Was who was wearing it.

"Oh, I finally found you" Pierre said and looked at me, then who I was looking at. "And you found her"

"Does she know I'm here?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of her.

She's so much more beautiful than before. More mature. Oh God, how much I missed her laugh, how she played with her hair when she was feeling comfortable and relaxed.

"Earth to Charles" Pierre said nervous. "Come on dude, this is about to start and you are just staring to your ex. That's creepy, by the way"

"Shut up, mate!" I exclaimed, shutting him up covering his mouth with my hand. "Don't you dare to tell her I'm here. I'll make sure that she never sees me and in that way none of us will know about the other this whole weekend. Okay?"

Pierre nodded and then I let him go, looking at him carefully.

Juliette can't know that I'm here, I'm not ready to talk with her. After all those years I'm not ready to face her and even hear her voice, even if all this time I have heard her songs.

"Come on, everything is going to start" Valerie's sister came towards me, taking me out of my thoughts.

I nodded and took a deep breath, standing in my position and looking at the door, ignoring the need of searching that red dress between the people that was there. I can't look at her, I really can't.

But then I heard it. A gasp. And not of Pierre looking how Valerie walked towards him practicing how she will do it tomorrow, not the parents of the flower girl walking in with her little basket and doing like if she threw petals.

No. The person that gasped was the person I wanted to avoid. The one I hurt the most in this room. The one that right now is standing and walking out of the room, the red dress walking out of the room.

"Good job trying to avoid her, Leclerc" Pierre whispered looking back at me. "Another one of your plans working perfectly bad"

[arsoniscommited]

Being Lucifer's boyfriend who's a detective

(Gif is not mine)

A/n: I love this man with my whole life and would hand him my soul directly

• hes such a sweetheart to you

• i can imagine him being in denial about liking you

• Linda makes him realize he likes you

• mans avoided you for a good while because he was afraid of scaring you away

• Chloe threathens makes him talk to you

• Ella makes a ship name for you two

• he makes you bully Dan with him

• so scared to show you his devil face mans hands were shaking

• hes super affectionate when he realizes you actually love him for him

• very jealous devil

• petnames include: Darling, Love, Sweatheart

• he acts strong but hes very insecure

• watches you with a big goofy grin on his face when you're working on a case

• Maze becomes your bestie and will be the first to throw hands if Lucifer ever makes you mad

"What did he do this time? You want me to stab him?"

• Linda thinks you're the best person for Lucifer

• to Amenadiel you're basically his brother-in law already

"Hey Luci-"

"I know you're here for him you dont have to act brother"

• tries to keep you away from celestial things and fails miserably

• you and him have made a game where you look around LUX and guess what the sexuality is of the people there

• yall are always right about it 99,99% of the time

• overall power couple

Hes a 11/10 would highly recommend

[kookykrooked]

They're jealous

Characters: Xavier Thorpe, Ajax, Male! Wednesday Addams, Male! Enid Sinclair, Tyler Galpin

Warnings: swearing, slight harassment

Wednesday M.List

Main M.List

Xavier Thorpe

you had recently gotten a job at the café in town that Tyler happened to work at and honestly you didn't know him all that well but you did know that Xavier had some kind if grudge against him which you never questioned because it seemed personal and plus it wasn't like you were friends with the boy so it never bothered you to much

today however Xavier happened to pay you a visit which you usually wouldn't mind but because Tyler didn't go to Nevermore he had no clue you and Xavier were dating which was shocking seeing as gossip spreads fast in the small town and you both have been dating for a year and a bit now, so Xavier just so happened to walk in when Tyler was attempting to ask you out and flirt with you

"c'mon just one date I promise I'll make it nice you won't regret it" he practically begged you because he can't take no for an answer

"I'm already dating someone and I would pick him over anyone any day" he then scoffed looking down mumbling something under his breath which you didn't appreciate

"what was that Tyler" you said turning around to look at him crossing your arms over your chest

"I thought you liked me, I bet I can change your mind please one chance y/n" he said slowly walking towards you and you were about to snap at him before someone else did for you

"tough luck Galpin she's with me and she'd never be with a normie like you" you looked behind Tyler to so Xavier behind him glaring daggers at him, you smiled widely before throwing yourself at him in a tight hug and you looked back at Tyler only to see him with a sour face before he walked away

you looked back at Xavier and kissed his cheek before hugging him again

Ajax (I can't spell his last name :,) )

you could feel his stare behind you but you couldn't help but be friendly to people even if said person doesn't know how to take a hint

"sooo has anyone asked you to the Rave'n yet" he said leaning his head closer to yours which only made you lean your head away from his awkwardly

"yes actually! I have been asked already" you said glad he asked thinking he'd finally leave you alone and boy were you wrong

"hm...really? I'm not surprised seeing how beautiful you are but i bet i can treat you to real good night baby" he said stalking towards you which just made you feel even more uncomfortable and you knew what he ment behind his words and you could only feel Ajax's stare harden and once his hands had reached your hips you saw his eyes look behind just before he turned to stone which shocked you at first before you grinned wide skipping over to Ajax and hugging him smiling even more when you felt his hands tighten around your waist

Male! Wednesday Addams

you had been dragged to the woods and to a scary small building by Wednesday in the dark and there was no chance you were going inside so you offered to guard outside which you now regretted seeing as its been 10 minutes and your called and the woods were only getting scarier by the second so when you felt hands wrap around your waist you let out the most loudest scream known to man your heart racing so fast

"woah woah there sweatheart, you don't have to be scared of me promise"

and you weren't any less panicked "I have a boyfriend please leave me alone " you say in a panicked tone trying to remove his arms from around your waist

"well I don't see him"

"Just because you don't see him doesn't mean he doesn't exist so please let go of my partner before I bend your legs so far back you loose all feeing in them" Wednesday said in his usual monotone voice appearing next to you with a harsh glare on his face and after that threat the man almost instantly let go and ran away

"are you alright my love?" he says turning towards you his voice not any less monotone but you could care less as you nodded your head throwing your arms around him

Male! Enid Sinclair

while you walking towards the cafeteria with Enid your very bubbly and loving boyfriend a random boy walked up to you and started spitting our terrible pick up lines honestly it was quite amusing seeing the boy say horrible pick up lines while your boyfriend who was still smiling but very clearly wasn't happy was right next to you

"are you wi-fi? cause I totally feel a connection" the boy said with a freakishly large smirk on his face while you physically cringed at that one

"um excuse me! they have a boyfriend" you hear Enid say next to you clearly jealous and all the boy did was snort

"really? this guy? you can do way better then this guy" and you were about to say something before you heard a deep growl besides ypu

"back off!" Enid says an lot more aggressive then the last time clearing loosing his patience with the guy and the guy clearly got seeing seeing Enid get his claws out

"alright alright jeez....I'm leaving" he says rolling his eyes and walking past the both of you

Enid looks over at you only to see you already grinning up at him

"what?" he says cluelessly

"nothing your just so cute when your jealous" and that made Enid turn bright red

"I wasn't jealous!"

Tyler Galpin

you were currently sat at a booth in the café Tyler worked out waiting for him to get off for a date you both had tonight and that's when a blond around 6'0 tanned muscular male sat across from you you stared at him with a blank face

"umm...hi?" you say confused having never met this man in your life

"Hey, your pretty what's your name?" you looked around to make sure he was talking to you and he most definitely was seeing as the café was practically empty

"thank...you? my name is y/n" you say still slightly confused

"such a pretty name for such a pretty face...do you have a boyfriend"

"yep I do, he's right there actually" you say pointing at Tyler who was drying a cup while staring at the both at you and the guy clearly was impressed

"really? him? you can do so much better then him, you deserve someone like me" he says leaning closer to you over the table

"no thanks, I don't think I could ever do better than him and he's 100% better then you" you say with a smirk plastered on your face and all he could was leave in a huff as you watched him leave jumping slightly when you heard Tyler's voice besides you

"who was that?" he says still drying the cup he was drying 5 minutes ago

"jeez warning next time but nobody special just some guy thinking he can get with me, why? you jealous?" you say looking up at him grinning and all he could do was look away with a red face

"No..." he replies and you let out a snort 'he so was'

That took forever

[yeotopiaa]

Argument - San

Member : San

Type : Fluff/Angst

Words : 571

I hope you'll like it !

Dont forget to tell me if you have any ideas or request <3

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"Don't you ever stop being annoying y/n ?!" These words out of your boyfriend's mouth hurts so bad, how can he say that ? You both are arguing because these times, San don't give you enough attention, everytime you wanna hug or kiss he just avoid you. You start to think that he is cheating on you... "San, I want you to be honest" "Honest about what y/n ?!" "Are you cheating ?" you asked, a tear is slowly falling from your cheek "Oh my god what's wrong with you ? Don't you trust me anymore ?!" he shouted "I do ! but it's been a month since the last time we kissed, spend time together, hugged, had fun ! You're always avoiding me !" you shouted back as you started to cry.

"Listen y/n, this is all because of my job" he said "Yeah and it's always your job ! everytime ! You know what ? We're done. I'm tired of this." these were you last words before you left you boyfriend's appartment "y/n no wait !" He started to cry seeing how bad you were feeling about this situation, "this is all my fault... what did I do ?" he whispered to himself.

One week later, you came back to San's appartment to pack your things, it hurts, you knock two times, but the one opening the door is not San, it's his best friend Wooyoung. "Oh hi Wooyoung" His eyes wide opened by seeing you, he close the door he whispered to you "Okay y/n please listen to me, San hasn't eaten this week, he's crying every now and then, he's drinking a lot and he's not listening to me, y/n he loves you more than anyone. You can't leave him this way.." "Wooyoung you don't know anything about what hapened between us-" he cut you then said "Oh trust me I do. I know everything, so believe me, he is not cheating on you he..." he stoped "He ?" you asked "He will tell you everything" He opened the door back.

You entered the living room and saw San sitting in front of the turned off TV. "Hi San" He turned himself to see you "y/n you're finaly back" He got up and walks to you "Uh actually I was going to pack my-" He cutted you by a long and passionate kiss. That's how you realised that you love him so much, you can't break up with him. You kissed him back. "I guess I'll just leave then" said Wooyoung, really embarassed by the actual situation. You both giggled by what Wooyoung said before he left.

San kissed you even more then said "Are you really gonna leave ?" "I won't if you tell me the resons why you were so distant" you answered "Listen baby, first of all I regret everything i said I everything i thought, so one of you guy friend talk to me and told me that you were cheating on me with him, I was so mad but nothing of that was true, sweatheart I'm sorry for everythng, I love you" he said "The one who said that is definitely gonna die" you laughed then added "I love you more San, I won't ever leave you again, now come on let's eat !" You both started making food together (almost burned the kitchen tho-) and finished that day by cuddling in your bed.

The end

[buckets-and-trees]

King [Steve x Reader]

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: mob boss!Steve x female!Reader Word Count: 1k

Summary: As an archeologist neck deep in a library for research or out in the wilds of desserts and jungles searching for ancient civilizations, you’re not the type you ever thought would catch the attention of one of the city’s mob bosses. They meant nothing to you, and so you never expected it, and you certainly didn’t know how it happened, and yet you find yourself entering the early domestic stages of a serious relationship with Steve Rogers, king of one of the most powerful mob networks in the country, and he’s made dinner for you, seemingly with no agenda…

Content Warnings: a bit of angst, feminist frustration

Additional Notes: Another day, another short piece for my 2022 Holiday Extravaganza! This one was inspired by King by Florence + the Machine. It really hit me hard when I first heard the single earlier this year, and it’s been clawing its way into this little story for many months in my brain.

You threw you plate down into the sink, shattering it, taking Steve completely off guard.

“Hey!”

You slam one hand down onto the counter, and cover your mouth with the other, hanging your head as tears burn behind your closed eyes.

“Hey,” he says again, more quietly now, coming up behind you. “What’s-?“

“No!” You shout, flinching away when his hands went to rest on your shoulders. “I’m not ready!”

“Not ready for what?”

“Kids!” You turn abruptly to face him. “I’m smart enough to know that my mob boss boyfriend isn’t dropping idle comments about children without intent behind them, and they’ve been stacking up all week!”

“Fine. You’re right. I want kids and I want to have them with you.”

You turn to face him finally, the tears having spilled over. Sad and angry. “I’m just not ready now, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”

“How can you say that?”

“It’s all so easy for you! You only have to dump your seed and then wait nine months for a baby to pop out, and then, what? Pat it in the head once or twice a day? Go off and continue doing what you do every day, while I, on the other hand, a pregnancy will change every single moment of my life! Carrying it to popping it out and then watching over the child for the following eighteen years! I won’t even be able to fly on a damn plane in the third trimester of the pregnancy, and if I can’t fly, how am I supposed to remain one of the forefront archeologists in the field when I can’t even get to the field?”

“Sweatheart–“

“No! Don’t sweetheart me, Steve! Growing up, I was definitely one of those girls who just wanted to go to college, meet the man of my dreams, be swept into the perfect wedding and marriage and pop out five babies before I was thirty. House with the white picket fence, dinner at six, kiss my husband goodbye every morning, but then I finished college, no marriage. Went to grad school, dove into this field, found something exciting that I’m passionate about and damn good at. Still no man in sight. I turned thirty. I actually went to a conference with a bunch of strangers over my thirtieth birthday weekend - it was kind of an unexpected thing that came up, and I accepted because I was so relieved I wouldn’t have to be around my family and friends turning thirty and still single and alone.”

Steve moved forward, wanting to take you in his arms, but you moved back, and held your hand up.

“I need to finish saying this. It took me so long to untangle myself from the fluffy housewife propaganda I was told was the only thing I should aspire to be, to shove away the silent disappointment from other people’s expectations of what I was supposed to do, and to find things that made my heart sing, made my soul burn with purpose just because I wanted them any no one else. And I was happy before you.”

“Are you unhap–”

“No, I was happy before you, and I’m happy now,” you cut him off quickly. “But it’s unfair how easy it is for men, and it’s not your fault, but it is a reality. For me… you know I can’t half-ass something even if I tried. I won’t do it if I won’t do it well, and I don’t know how to… I don’t even know how to be your girlfriend yet. I know you’re not asking me to just give up my life, but I do know you’d prefer it.”

“I wouldn’t,” he said simply.

You shake your head. “Don’t lie. I overheard you on the phone with Bucky last week say how much easier it would be if I could be the simple housewife type of girlfriend.” The words had been horrifically branded into your brain.

Steve exhaled and put his hands on his hips.

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to respond.

“Yes. That’s true. I did say it would be easier. I didn’t say it’s what I want though.”

“Didn’t you?”

“I didn’t. As you so aptly noted, I’m always very careful with my words. It would be easier, but I don’t want easy, I want you, and I want you to be happy. The closer we become, the more of a target you are.”

“Oh,” you responded quietly. Steve saw you start to let your guard down, so he stepped forward and brushed his fingers up and down your arm, then grasped your fingers.

“I have been dropping comments about kids and our future because I am ready to talk about it with you. A future with you is what I want, but I was testing the waters trying to get a read on if it’s what you want.” A smirk flitted across his face, and he added, “You have been playing things very close to the chest.”

“Yes,” you huffed, “well, that’s because I’m terrified of falling for you.”

He gently pulled you closer, and you melt against him. “Fall with me then. I’m already at the edge of this terrifying cliff, I’m ready to jump.”

“How can this be terrifying? You’re a mob boss!”

Steve laughed. “That’s nothing compared to handing my heart over to someone else and trusting them not to smash it or throw it away, to literally give them everything – to give you my everything.”

Your chest constricted, breath catching at his words.

His hands moved to the small of your back, securely holding you closer to him. “I mean it. Everything.”

His eyes locked on yours, and you couldn’t look away if you wanted to. The moment stretched out between you – he would wait for you to answer – and your heart seemed to stop, freezing the moment in time.

Then finally you reached up and pulled his lips down to yours, crashing fiercely together. You still had so many questions, but you did at least know you were certain about each other now. You would rule your worlds together.

And that's day three of the Holiday Extravaganza! Do we want to see more of mob boss!Steve and his reader? (Archeologist because... why the hell not?)

I think I might have something totally out of left field for you lovelies tomorrow, just depends how the muses go...

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[jessjad]

Christmas magic

Summary: Sometimes all you need is a little christmas magic to help you be at ease with the decisions you made.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: "Santa is real"

Warnings: none really, a little fluff and some wonders.

Word Count: 1439

A/N: Hello! :) This is my contribution to @spnfanficpond 's secret santa 2023. This is for @spnexploration. Originally, I had this planned out as a post-series Oneshot. But she asked for it not be, so... I had to change some things. 🙈

This is a AU-setting now and it's around season 13 age-wise. They're still hunters, though. Otherwise the plot I thought of wouldn't have worked. So, I hope you like it. :)

The christmas lights were twinkling throuh the whole house, it smelled of freshly baked cookies and the christmastree was already up and shining. It had such a strong feel of home now that Dean hat to shake his head a little in disbelieve. If someone had told him a year ago that he would have this kind of peace around christmastime, he would've not believed it.

But everything changed after he met Y/N. He never thought that she would be as interested in him as he was in her but one night out celebarting a very sucssesful hunt loosened their tounges. Dean didn't really know why he wanted this to be so serious at first, but seeing Sam being so happy with Eileen showed him over time that he missed something. When they both told him that they were having a baby, the older Winchester felt a crack in his heart.

And then, on one faithful hunt, he met Y/N. Not thinking she would stick around, she surprised him and stayed. From that point on he was lost. At first he was hesitant and feared that she would be hurt more than anything if he didn't keep his distance to her, but she did not shy away from him and in the end, they landed here. In their own house. Rowena warded the hell out of this place with her magic, of course.

Footsteps on the stairs in the hallway brought him back out of his thoughts and he started to smile when he saw Y/N appear in the livingroom followed by Sam and Eileen who held a litte bundle of fabric in her arms, their babygirl sleeping soundly.

"We're ready." Y/N said and gave Dean a small kiss on the cheek. "You still sure that you don't wanna come with us?"

"I'm positive, sweatheart." Dean replied and curled his arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. "Me and the man upstairs don't have the best connection. We're not really compañeros."

"I... that's probably not the... right word you wanted to use, Dean." Said Sam and frowned a little at his brothers use of the spanish language.

"Shut it, Sam."

"Ok, guys. Can we go?" interrupted Eileen grinning.

"Sure." Y/N turned fully to her boyfriend and tried one last time. "Ok, last chance, Dean. Mr. Harris will be there too, playing Santa Claus and handing out presents."

Dean knew that she was trying to lure him out with that and he had to smirk.

"That sounds nice, try to bring me one with. I'll wait here and chop some more firewood."

Y/N sighed, but smiled lovingly up to him. "Ok. But don't overdo it. It's cold outside."

They kissed and then he watch the other three people leave to go to the christmas mass. After the door closed behind them, Dean put his warm wintercoat on and went out to the backyard. Y/N was right, it was really cold. He went over to the firewood, picked up his axe and started to split it.

Time past quick and all of a sudden Dean started to here some bells in the distance. He stopped with his work and started to look around, wondering where the sound came from, but he couldn't quite make it out. Just before he wanted to keep going with his work, he heared the fence door open. Have they already been back?

But it was not who he expected. Into the backyard came Mr. Harris fully dressed as Santa. Dean had to smile and shook his head a little. The lengths his beautiful girlfriend would go for him.

"Hello Mr. Harris." welcomed Dean and shook the other man's hand.

"Hello Dean." He replied.

"Did Y/N convince you to come over and give me your present in person?"

"No..." the old man laughed. "They're all still in church. But I wanted to come over here now. After all, Santa has to be in many places at the same time at Christmas."

"Well, what do I get, Santa?" Dean played along.

"I hope, you will like my present for you, eventhough it's not a physical one."

Dean chuckled. "Who would have seen that coming?" He turned fully to the other man and was now really curious what was about to happen. "So, what is it then?"

"My present for, Dean Winchester, is this:" He returned the smile, but then became a little more serious. "You did good."

Now Dean's smlie faltered and he started to frown. Putting his hands into his pockets of his jeans he needed a moment before he spoke again.

"What?"

"You've seen a lot of bad things in this world. From very early on your life was full of horror and nightmares."

"How do you know..." Dean said, but his visitor didn't stop.

"You had to go through a lot of things noone should go through. You had to make a lot of difficult decisions, but in the end, you always did good."

"Is... is this a joke?" Dean already going into hunter mode.

"No. Not at all." He raised his hands in a defensive position. "I know, you've seen many big bads in your carrer and I get that you think that I may be one of them too. But I promise you, I'm probably the only real good one out there."

Dean wanted to say something again, but he didn't get a chance to do so.

"And as the only good one, let me tell you: you're a really good man too."

The look in his eyes told Dean that he really meant it, he was sincere, and the defends that had build up a minute ago faded away.

"All the worries and guilt that you carry around with you... you need to let it go. All the decisions you made that you thought maybe weren't the right ones... you couldn't have done anything differently."

Dean felt a lump forming in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. Whatever was happening here was affecting him, making the big, heavy burden on his shoulders smaller and smaller.

"You saved so many lives, Dean. You have made so many people's lives better. And that alone makes you one of the best people ever. So be proud of yourself! And stop worrying too much."

Dean didn't know what to say, so he just nodded which the man infront of him returned. Then, it looked like he wanted to leave, but he turned around once more.

"Oh, and don't worry about Y/N. Her heart is yours. And it will stay that way for a very long time." He winked.

"How... how do you know that?" The Winchester managed to ask.

"Well, who do you think sent her to you on that hunt last year?"

Was he really serious? This was getting weird and ridiculous.

"Dean?"

Y/N voice sounded through the house and Dean looked over to the livingroom, seeing her standing there and taking her jacket off. The cold was really getting to him now and all he wanted to do was to go inside and take the woman he loved into his arms and let her bodywarmth wash over him.

But, when he turned around to say goodbye to Mr. Harris he was already gone. And than he could here the bells ringing again. What? That was really weird.

Dean went inside and greeted his girl just like he wanted to and she welcomingly molded into him.

"There you are. Are you done with the firewood?"

"Yep. Just need to take it inside."

"Great. Oh..." Y/N pulled away from his arms a little. "We brought Mr. Harris with us."

"What?" Dean looked puzzled at Y/N.

"Yeah. He started to feel dizzy in church while he was handing out his presents. He's in the kitchen now and Sam's calling his son to come pick him up."

"But... but he... was..." Dean looked quickly out into the backyard.

"Is this okay with you?" Asked Y/N with worry in her voice.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Go back into the kitchen. I'll just got and bring in the wood real quick."

"Okay." Y/N mood enlighted a little more and she gave him a short kiss on his lips before she left.

Dean hurried outside and took a quick look around but there was noone to be found. And then he heard a laughter from above his head. Looking up, Dean couldn't believe his eyes. Right there, infront of the moon, was the dark silhouette of a sleigh that looked just like Santa Claus's.

And for once in his life, Dean Winchester truly believed that Santa is real.

@lyarr24

[lexy0108]

Your perfect Boyfriend (Part 4)

Joe Quinn x fem reader

Warning ⚠️ adult content

"So I'm going to wear something coxy, right?" You ask.

Joes eyes grew bigger as they already are, you can see the questionmark in his face. "What did you just say?"

"Comfy and sexy, coxy!" You say with a cheeky grin and a wink. "Coxy? You did just make up that word, didn't you? But yeah, why not, coxy sounds great." Joe says. "I have something in mind, something new that you never saw on me...wait a few minutes, babe."

You bought black paperbag pants that make you butt look the juiciest ever, perfect opportunity to show them to the world and Joe obviously.

You add a new thight top to the pants which is burgundy colored, Joes favorite color. The top is short and has a deep neckline in order to show a little skin to your perfect boyfriend. You put the clothes on and a little bit of make up. You look at yourself in the mirror and you think "yes, definitely coxy".

You step into the living room where Joe is sitting on the couch, switching through the TV channels. You step in front of the TV and Joe imidiately starts staring at you as you turn yourself around. His eyes grow bigger and bigger and he already has the biggest brown eyes you have ever seen without them growing bigger. "What do you think, babe?"

You ask.

Joe answers: "I'm not sure..." you become sad as he goes on "...if I can resist you looking like that for the whole evening." You smirk:"Oh come on, Babe. You can have me all night long after the mysterious evening with Jamie." Joe stands up and steps in front of you. He pulls you into a tight hug and kisses you hungrily. His hands move slowly from you back to your butt. You deepen the kiss as Joe lifts you up, his hands still on your butt. You giggle. He leans your back against the wall. A quiet moan escapes your mouth. You're starting to forget about your evening plans as Joes phone vibrates in his pocket. "Didn't know you have a toy in your pocket, babe. You're full of surprises." You say with a wink. "We should definintely try that, sweetheart. But I'm afraid Jamie is already waiting for us." Joe says.

"Oh shit" you jump off of Joes arms as you remember your "date" with Jamie. You run into the hallway, leaving a confused Joe in the living room.

You say loudly: "Move, babe. Don't like the idea of Jamie waiting for us." Joe shakes his head with a smirk and says:"Seems like you love Jamie more than me." You step back into the living room till you stand in front of Joe und say:"Don't be silly, Babe. You know that I love you more than anyone else. Don't be jealous." Joe makes a silly smirk and says:"I know my darling, but it's always nice to hear it. I love you, too." He kisses you carefully.

You two left your apartment and get in an uber. You still don't know where you're going which makes you excited. Joe plays with your hand the whole ride. The car stops and Joe says: "Here we are!" You get out of the car. You look around because you still don't have a clue where you are and what you'll going to do this evening.

You see a bubble tea bar, a fast food restaurant and an ice cream parlour, so still no clue.

Joe takes you hand and guides you to an inconspicuous bar in front stands a small panel on which is written "karaoke night".

"No way! Karaoke? We're going to do karaoke? With Jamie?" Your eyes shine like you just found out that unicorns are real. Joe knows exactly how much you like to sing karaoke. He's perfect, you think.

Joe just gives you a wink and quick kiss on your lips.

"Let's go inside, sweatheart. Jamie is already waiting." Joe says. Without a further word you follow him inside the bar. Inside the bar was very rustic but comfortable.

Jamie is sitting on a table, next to him, his brother, Sam who you know from their further Band which you loved a lot. He jumps up as he sees you and run into Joes arms. "Hello loves, so glad you made it. How big was the surprise, darling? Joe told me how much you love to sing and I just wanted to check out the voice of one of my biggest fans."  Jamie says with the brightest smile. You lay your hand on Joes shoulder "The surprise is amazing and my man here is the best." Joe blushes a bit and pulls Jamie into a hug. Afterwards Jamie hugs you and you can see a little bit of jealousy in Joes eyes which makes you shake your head and smile.

You follow Jamie to your table and greet Sam. You don't waist a moment sitting, you imidiately choose your first song, 'it has to be something that you're really good in' you think. But then your current favorite song catches your attention, no way you're sing another song at first. "Jamie, you want to join me?" You ask. "Sure, why not? Just show me which so you chose...oh, okay. That's kinda sexy." He replies. The last words catch Joes attention, his face turns into a bold smirk. You give him a wink as the song starts. "Whats your thoughts about religion? Are you close to your mother?..." your voices sound great together. Joe knows the song too well, because you told him about your favorite song when he was away working. It's "Baby said" by Måneskin. You like the line best that says "you can talk between my legs" for obvious reasons, because of course you love Joe talking between your legs.

As you sing the line Joes throat turns dry, he gets imidiately hungry for the centre of lust between your legs. He needs to swallow that thought and keep it for later. Singing with Jamie is so much fun, just like a dream comes true and you're very concentrated, so you don't mention Joes hungry eyes.  Joe trys to distract himself with choosing his all time favorite karaoke song which is "Forever young" by Alphaville and he asks Sam if he wants to accompany him singing. As your song finishes Jamie and you go back to your table, where Sam and Joe had already stand up. Joe grabs your hips and pulls you tight against him. He turns both of your bodys around and kisses you carefully. He lets go of you and goes to the stage. You sit down and enjoy Joes performance. As Joe and Sam finish, they turn back to the table. You laugh a lot and sing one or the other song as the night goes by.

Jamie and Joe are so great together, you can fully understand why the fans call them "Jomie". Jamie says:"Your voice sounds really great, I would love to record a song with you, Joe told me that you write songtexts but that you have trouble with the instrumental part. I could help you out with that. We can meet and jam together a bit if you want to, love."

Your cheeks begin to blush because that's more than you ever dreamed of. "Yea, I'd love to." You say shyly. Jamie continues:"I have to go back to the US in two days, but you can send me some texts and I'll get them through my mind. We can meet again when I'm back in London or when you accompany Joe in the US. What do you think?"

Your paralysed and unable to find more words than: "Sounds amazing"  You look in Joes eyes, he is standing right beside you. You bury your face into his chest and murmur "Thank you, babe. You're simply the best thing that ever happened to me..."

Joe pets you head with one hand and kisses your forehead. "... I wanna show you how thankful I am." You continue with a devilish grin. Thanks god you are about to say goodbye anyways. You hug Jamie and Sam and so did Joe. You two leave the bar, your head is spinning and you don't know if it's the fresh air combined with the cocktails that you had during the evening or if it's the great anticipation for what's happening once you're home.

Joe quickly gets you a taxi. He takes your hand and helps you into the taxi. You sit right next to Joe, cuddling up on his side. Your hand moves slowly from his knee upwards. His breath is getting heavier as you tease him. He grabs your wrist and looks at you with a devilish grin. You can't wait until you're home, so you kiss Joe passionately. He deepens the kiss, your tongues dance with eachother. His hand reaches you hip and slides upwards to you boobies. A low moan escapes your mouth. He is kneeding your breast through your shirt first. Your hands reach his curls and play with them, slightly pull his curls. A louder moan escapes his mouth, it was louder than he wants it to be. You stop the kissing and laugh at Joe, he joins in. The taxi stops it's ride, that means that you're home, finally. You jump out of the car as Joe pays the driver. You run up the stairs as fast as you can. Joe follows you and tries to catch you. It takes a little before he succeeds.

He throws you over his shoulder and carries you the last few meters to the door of your apartment. You're squeaking and laughing loudly, the neighbours might hear you.

Somehow he manages to open the door. He takes you to the bedroom and throws you on the bed. Joe starts to tickle the spots above your hips. You can't stop giggling and he loves it so much. You are perfect for him, he thinks. Just as you think he's the perfect man for you.

To be continued...

[moonsapprentice]

Me after disappearing off the face of the earth then posting a fanfiction literally no one requested : 😝❤️

⋆ ✶ ✷ 𝔏𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ✷ ✶ ⋆

Established relationship, smut, fem reader (sorry), slightly subby Eduardo, nipple sucking, brief fingering, vaginal sex

Being awoken by gentle touches and small smooches wasn’t the way you expected to be woken up. However, that’s what happened.

You and Eduardo were home alone, Jon and mark being out of the house for the night. You’d spent the afternoon watching movies and kissing and having a fun time with eachother. Once you got sleepy, you fell asleep cuddling as he spooned you from behind.

Suddenly though, you’re lulled out of your peaceful slumber by big hands touching you. One hand loving on your hip and the other halfway up your shirt caressing your tummy. The poke of stubble and the brush of lips touch your neck.

With a yawn your eyes reluctantly open, as you already know who it probably is.

“..ed..?”

You mumble breathily. Eduardo smiles brightly as you open your eyes.

“Hey, sweatheart. How’s my favorite gal?”

His voice has a slight husky quality, as if he’s been sleeping too. However the small purple circles you see in the corner of your eyes say otherwise. He lifts up her shirt a bit for more skin to skin contact.

You seem a bit confused, wondering what’s happening.

“…’m okay…is something wrong..? What time is it..?”

Eduardo glances at the clock.

“…looks like it’s 2am.” He says a little sheepishly, still rubbing her hip. “Nothin’ is wrong, baby. don’t worry”.

“Well then why’d you wake me..?”

You ask in a mumble as you feel the slightest bit of irritation. snuggling into your pillow, he continues to gently touch your hips. He occasionally even moves down to your rear end or up to right over your ribs

“Well, you know..”

He looks a little more embarrassed, which is strange. Usually he’s quite arrogant and cocky. Even when he’s being mushy with you.

“We haven’t done it in a few days.”

Eduardo says in a low voice, making sure to keep his voice low enough to not disturb her too much. He gives her hip a few gentle squeezes as well.

You blush as your irritation goes away partially. You’re still a little pissed he woke you up at 2 in the morning to have sex. However, you’ve also been feeling a little pent up. You also know how high your boyfriends libido is.

With a heavy sigh you rub your eyes and glance back at him. He does that little goofy smile of his that you just can’t say no to. You flip to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Eduardos smile turns into a big grin when you flip to face him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, nuzzling into her neck with a low hum.

“Thank you….I know you’re tired I was just…”

He tries to find a word, but can’t. He just sighs and kisses your neck with a slight roughness

“…it was just keeping me up. I was gonna wait until morning..”

A small moan escapes your mouth as his lips move around to the front of your throat.

“It’s fine.”

You smile slightly, gently massaging his neck and shoulder as your head tilts back. His lips make their way up your neck and towards your jaw, his stubble scratching you a bit. You shiver, which makes him grin in return.

Ed presses his big body against you, making his bulge apparent. When you cup his cheek it twitches in his pants

“I haven’t even done anything yet…” you mutter, amused he’s so hard so quickly.

“…I’ve been wanting this for hours..”

Ed says huskily, groaning quietly when you press a kiss to his lips.

Eduardo sighs in pure pleasure, his legs slightly trembling. He squeezes you close, pressing his body into yours. Eduardo arches his back when you kiss up his neck with the utmost care, looking like he might pass out at any second. Your gentleness is really getting to him.

With a soft chuckle, you press a kiss to his pulse point. Eduardo sighs and melts even further when you do so. Before he can say anything, he simply makes a low, animalistic noise in his throat.

“Whoa, what a noise.”

Eduardo laughs, burying his face in her neck.

“You made me do that..” He says in a quiet voice.

You smile, already knowing that. You press your sweet lips to his neck once more, licking your lips before you do so. He takes in a sharp breath as you suckle on him. his hand instinctually grips your hip like it’ll save his life.

As your tongue brushes his neck he moans quietly and grabs onto you tighter. His eyes flutter shut while you pull your lips away, which causes an audible ‘pop’.

“Fuck…well…I should’ve expected that…we always leave behind a few marks.” He smiles weakly. You simply hum in response, too busy focusing on how his slightly hard cock has become absolutely rock hard in his pants. It’s like a lump of coal was dumped in there.

It doesn’t help that he’s wearing grey sweatpants as pajamas.

With a small bite of your bottom lip you just can’t hold back and you trail your fingers down his spine. Eduardo shivers slightly when you touch there.

“That’s my spot..” He whispers, nibbling on your neck.

However, your hand goes lower. It dances along his body, trailing across his ribs, his hip, his waist, until you stop right above the lump. There’s a small wet spot on his pants. That’s where precum is dribbling out you imagine.

Eduardo’s breathing becomes faster, and his heart pounds in his chest. He looks at Raine, his gaze wide and his pupils dilated. He lets out a low groan. The tingles in his belly turn to fire, feeling like he’ll cum if you so much as poke his dick.

You chuckle loudly, giving a small rub. That incites a noise to escape the back of his tight throat. Ed is gripping onto your shirt for dear life. However, you move your hand back up. You run your hand up his tummy and his chest. He grumbles, feeling as if his groin is on fire.

Eduardo tries to act tough but simply can’t when he’s around you.

“You’re cruel…” he murmurs, sounding like he’s pleading for you to show him some mercy.

To his dismay you just chuckle mischievously. One of your hands rubs his chest while the other pulls the neckline of his shirt down. The man groans as he feels your tongue on his collarbone.

His hand clutches your tit, the other one desperately lifting your shirt up for just the tiniest bit of contact. He shivers aggressively as your hands come down and part his thighs, slipping your thigh between them. It just barely touches his dick, feeling how it twitches and shakes along with his body

“C’mon baby..please…I’ve waited long enough…”

He thrusts his hips foreword a little, just desperate for friction, contact, anything. He tries to tug your shirt off.

You at least lift your arms, allowing him to rip your shirt off and see you in your bra. His hands work quick as he tugs your boobs out of the cups and his mouth latches onto your nipple.

You feel a tingle in your intimate area while his tongue traces your nip. His finger rubs the opposite one. After a minute or two he switches sides, sucking on the other one and fondling your free tit. The room fills with quiet moans and muffled groans from you and him respectively.

Finally, he pulls his mouth away. His face is flushed like he’s run the mile in grade school, and so is yours. He takes your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. You do the same to him, taking his shirt and pants off to leave him in his boxers. His erection is painfully obvious.

He rolls over on top of you, his hair messy and his grin wide as usual. He trembles, the coil in his stomach feeling ready to snap. His hands are trembling along with the rest of his body. Your knee comes up between his legs, tracing up his inner thighs.

His stomach turns into a churning ball of fire when you moves her knee so close. He gasps and looks at you with wide eyes.

“please, baby…” He says, sounding absolutely pathetic.

Eduardo makes a frustrated low sound that comes out in a moan when you move your knee down.

“My mind’s all over the place…” He mumbles before biting his lip in annoyance. You can tell that he needs a release.

You chuckle, finding humor in the desperate state that this usually macho man is in. The chuckle gets cut off by a sharp gasp however, as he rips your panties pants right off your body. It leaves you cold. Exposed. He grins at your state of wetness.

“Mm…” Ed moans involuntarily as he licks his lips.

“…I was gonna eat you out…but you’re already so wet for me…” he murmurs huskily, his pointer tracing your folds.

You shiver, your clit throbbing for just a little touch. You let a moan slip out as his thumb flicks your bud. He chuckles heartily. A soft squeal escapes you as he sticks his middle finger in.

Your face is hot and wet from sweat, your breath labored and your abdomen full of molten lava as he moves his big finger back and forth. He curls his finger forward which causes you to gasp.

“So warm…” he whispers. Eduardo takes his finger out, licking it clean. You frown, which causes him to laugh.

Your eyes light up with stars as he slips his boxers off. His hot cock springs out, dripping salty precum onto your thigh. You’re finally getting to the good part. With a surprising amount of care he spreads your legs farther apart.

Eduardo’s cock twitches as he sees how wet your folds are, how you’re so ready to take him. He could cum right now and be content with it. He bites his lip.

He lines his girth up to your hole. Slowly, very slowly, he pushes the head in. You both lose your breath, his knees going weak and your back arching off the bed.

Once he sees you’re ready he moves the top of his shaft in, then the rest, until his whole rod is inside you. At that point you’re a mess on the bed. You’re dripping wet, your belly is full of butterflies. Both of your arousal is through the roof

“…are…you ready…?”

Eduardo asks, not wanting to hurt you. When you nod he sighs and starts slowly moving. He groans loudly as he clutches your hips.

His heart palpitates as he sees your face, the way it contorts in pleasure as he thrusts into your tight cunt. As you clench your walls around him he moans in sync with you. He bites his lip hard.

Skin slaps against skin as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. He desperately wants to go faster, to roughly slam his cock into your pussy. He sighs and it turns into a moan. He holds himself back and continues his slow, long strokes.

You reach up and gently take his stubbled cheek in your hand. He leans heavily into your touch, his hand brushing hair out of your face.

“…you’re so gorgeous honey…so gorgeous.”

Eduardo murmurs sensually. His hot breath touches your face, making you shiver in arousal. A sweet moan escapes your throat when he goes faster. Your sounds have him doing what he did before: losing himself in his passion. now he’s kissing along your collarbone, working his way down to your boobs again.

He rests his forehead there as he slowly picks up the pace, moaning into your skin. Occasionally his tongue flicks out and he suckles into your nipples or between your tits.

Ed moves quicker, soon enough he’s roughly slamming into you. Moans echo all around the bedroom as wet, sloppy noises escape from the friction between your hot cunt and his big dick.

Your hands dig into him, gripping and pulling him closer. The coil in your stomach is boiling hot and about to explode. He kisses his way up your neck and your jaw, meeting you desperately at your lips. He kisses you with intense voracity. He slaps your thigh, gripping your ass and pulling you closer so he has more leverage to fuck you harder.

Ed growls loudly, so close to cumming. He bites your lip hard as he grips and kneads your asscheek. Your walls tighten around him, causing a deep groan to escape him. You can tell he’s close from the way he twitches inside you.

He slams into you harder and harder, moans coming out of your throat in rapid fire. Your back arches intensely as you get closer to your release

“ ‘m so close..”

You manage to get out. He goes even faster in response. He holds back his orgasam, wanting to please you first. And please you he does. You moan, your head whipping back as your cunt twitches and cums on him. A few seconds later he can’t hold back either. He moans and pulls out just in time, his sticky seed coats your tummy as you heave under him.

He collapses on you, panting and sweating heavily as he rests his head on your chest. It’s hot and humid, your skin sticking together. You heave in sync, panting to get air in your lungs. The oragsam was so powerful between both of you.

He grins and squeezes your ass, knowing deep inside him he needs a second round.

[schumi-nadal]

for the ask game: 🛼🪐🍬

-@fritzes

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

👨🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 🪖💥🔥 🇫🇷

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My boyfriend - he's such a sweatheart, makes me some surprises (like cooking my favorite food or buying me flowers) and even takes interest in watching my favorite sports (about to watch Matteo rn btw) 🥰

My goddaughter - she's the sweetest baby ever, she is my sunshine in that stressing world 💗

Bought tickets for the Lyon Open and I just can't wait for it because I've never been to a tennis match 🤩

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Well, it's kind of an unpopular opinion I guess: as some of you know, I'm French and absolutely every French tennis fans love Gaël Monfils except me. 🤫

[amphitriteswife]

Hide and Seek pt.1

Snv Poseidon x Amphitrite

( it’s before the titanomachie ) plz excuse my bad english

Poseidon was impatiently tapping his foot against the floor. ‘Where the hell is she?……’ He thought to himself. He really wanted his girlfriend by his side. ‘Ugh….Amphitrite…’ He said to himself. That woman makes him weak. He pulled out his phone to call her. She had been ignoring him for quite some time now. ‘Why won’t you pick up….’ He said getting worried. Maybe he should try to call her anuonymously. He called her again. ‘Hello?….’ A raspy voice answered. Was she sick? Is she hurt? ‘Amphitrite it’s me….why aren’t you answering my texts or calls?’ Poseidon said in a low voice. ‘Because i don’t feel like it. Stop bothering me.’ Amphitrite answered before hanging up the phone. Poseidon decided to take matters in hit own hands.

‘Amphitrite!……Amphitrite!’ A voice called out. ‘Leave me alone…….’ Amphitrite answered wanting the noise to be gone and go back to sleep. ‘Amphitrite!’ The voice called out once more and shaking her awake. ‘What do you want….’ Amphitrite answered rubbing her eyes. ‘What’s wrong with you!’ Amphitrite opened her eyes to see who’s annoying her. ‘Ugh….it’s you….’ Amphitrite said sounding annoyed. ‘What do you mean it’s you!? I’m your boyfriend and you ghosted me for a decade!’ Poseidon answered a bit hurt and offended. ‘So?’ Amphitrite answered with a cold tone. ‘So?!’ Poseidon said mocking her. ‘What do you want.’ Amphitrite spat again. ‘I want you to come home.’ Poseidon answered sternly. ‘No.’ Amphitrite answered back. ‘Find someone else.’ She said going back to lay down. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Poseidon asked her sitting in her bed. ‘You know what i mean.’ She answered back with a bit sadness in her voice. ‘Amphitrite…..’ he began gently trying to coo her. ‘Please….just go….’ Amphitrite answered back with her back to him. Poseidon looked at her and gently embraced her from behind. He gently put his head against hers. ‘You know I love you.’ He said kissing her temple. ‘Do you?’ She asked him back. ‘Yes and you know it.’ He answered back. ‘Do I?’ Amphitrite asked him back while trying to get out of his embrace. ‘Do you not feel loved by me?’ He asked her while putting more strength in his arms to hold her in place. ‘I…I don’t know…’ She answered honestly. ‘What makes you say so then?’ Poseidon asked now plopping on the bed with Amphitrite still in his embrace. ‘I don’t think i can do this anymore…..’ Amphitrite answered hugging him back. Poseidon took a deep shaky breath. ‘I can’t let you go…..’ he answered. ‘I don’t want to be with you anymore, Poseidon….’ Poseidon closed his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds. ‘Why?’ He asked her in the same tone as ever. ‘You said you love me, right.’ ‘I do’ Poseidon answered honestly while holding Amphitrite’s face between both of his hands. ‘You’re lying.’ Amphitrite accused him. ‘I don’t, i do love you.’ He sad back. It remained silent for a while. ‘Do you say that to all of them?’ Amphitrite asked him back. ‘No-’ ‘I don’t believe you.’ Amphitrite said on the verge of tears. ‘Amphitrite…..please don’t cry….’ He pleaded. He can’t stand to see her cry. Amphitrite bursted into tears. Poseidon rushed to her side and hugged her tightly. She was sobbing and muttering something. ‘Darling, don’t forget to breath.’ Poseidon said putting a hand behind her head. ‘Sweatheart, please calm down.’ Poseidon said kissing her forehead. ‘W-why a are you going….this to me?!’ Amphitrite asked in a shaky voice. ‘Love please, i need you to calm down.’ That didn’t help, Amphitrite’s sobbing became even worse. ‘Alright….Shhhhh….shhhh….it’s going to be alright.’ Poseidon said rubbing circles on her back and kissing her temple.

After a while Amphitrite had calmed down and was still in his embrace. ‘Amphitrite, I know that i wronged you and I will make up for it if you give me the chance to.’ Amphitrite didn’t answer and just stayed in his embrace. ‘You told me that many times…..’ Amphitrite said in a whisper. ‘Why do you do this to me….’ She asked so quietly that he almost didn’t hear it. ‘If it makes you feel a bit better, it’s simply to please my drive when i’m far away from you. But it has nothing to do with love! I only love you..They are partners that i could forget in an instance. But you…I could never forget you even if i wanted to. You are the most precious woman i have. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you, Amphitrite.’ ‘I hate this…’ Poseidon looked at her and furrowed his brows. ‘What do you mean….’ ‘I hate that I love you. I know that someday you will change, you will not love me anymore. You will not care for me like you do now….You will prefer others over me….’ Amphitrite expressed and told him everything that she felt and thought. ‘I promise to you that I will not to that to you. I promise to love and cherish you forever. I promise to not be unfaithful or hurt you in any way.’ Poseidon smiled and kissed her passionately.

~Many years later~

‘I should’ve known….I should’ve expected it. I should’ve chose for myself. I shouldn’t have believed you. I should’ve listened to myself….You promised me…That you wouldn’t do this to me…Yet here you are. Doing it again’ Amphitrite said standing in front of Poseidon. ‘I am a god, Amphitrite. I can do what I please. He answered. ‘You say that they’re better than me. You disrespected me by having them sit on my throne….and you expect me to just do nothing? ‘Please Amphitrite, you didn’t expect me to not use this privilege right? Poseidon said sitting on his throne. ‘Don’t kill the poor mortal. Jealousy looks ugly on you.’ ‘I do not care who you cheat on me with, they are not the ones who have to be faithful to me.’ ‘And i should?’ Poseidon smirked ‘well you did promise me that.’ A laugh escaped Amphitrite’s lips. ‘Let’s play a game.’ Amphitrite suggested. ‘What game.’ Poseidon asked her. ‘Hide and seek!’ Amphitrite exclaimed. ‘I will hide and you will seek.’ Amphitrite said to him. ‘What do you mean.’ Poseidon asked getting a bit worried. ‘I will no longer have any ties with you or even be mentioned to have anything with you, our marriage and relationship is over. All the documents will be burned.’ She said with a smile. ‘Do you really think i will let that happen?’ Poseidon said. ‘No.’ Amphitrite answered. ‘I have been given a lot of time to observe you so i know how to counter you. But i am not cruel unlike you, if you truly want me back you will have to find me.’ Amphitrite said looking him directly in the eye. ‘As i have said, i will not let you go.’ ‘How romantic, too bad you will never find me.’ And with that everything that they have ever had had disappeared into thin air. Nobody mentioned Amphitrite’s name nor anything related to her.

(I’ll write a part 2 later since i have to study for chemistry 😢😢)