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puck-luck · 22 days

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Forever yearning for a jealous, dominant Luke Hughes. I mean spitting in your mouth, edging, mirror sex, etc. I need the filthy, down bad luke.

Scenario: maybe you’re becoming close with one of the other players (completely innocent-just forming a friendship) but Luke doesn’t see it as that way…

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warnings (in no particular order): spit(!!), jealousy, dom!luke, edging, mirror sex, one (1!) slap to the face just for the enjoyment of my friend jo, spanking, drinking (technically underage hiii luke turn 21 already stop being lame), beating yourself up, pet names and nicknames as FUCK (always bro do y’all even know me), road head, face fucking, unprotected p in v, dare i say breeding kink, implied subspace, allusion to size kink (probably established size kink to be fair), I THINK THAT’S IT BUT I’M NOT SURE! pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader summary: the one when luke gets jealous at the bar and doles out a bit of a punishment (code: luke is insecure about his performance on the ice, so when his gf starts talking with another teammate who is her friend, he gets jealous and feels like he has to prove himself by making her feel good, but he’s still a dom bc HOTTTT) wc: 6416

The Devils’ last game of the season was at home this year. There was no chance that they would make the playoffs and Jack was out in Colorado for his shoulder surgery, plus Luke’s parents weren’t able to make it from Michigan for his final rookie game. He was depending on you to be there, so there you were. You were cheering, you were yelling at the officials when they missed a call, you were laughing at Luke when he took a trademarked Hughes spill on the ice with barely anyone around him. Yeah, you were disappointed at the end of the game when the Islanders won (and it wasn’t even close), but it was just one game. It wasn’t the end of the world. It was a disappointment, but it wasn’t life-changing.

Luke, however, was much more upset with their performance when you met up with him after the game. He drove the two of you to the bar where the team was meeting for one last celebration before the off-season and he tried, he really did, to keep his complaints inside. He was stewing, just letting it well up inside of him and fester in the silence between you, until it spilled over.

“It should have been a better game,” Luke finally said, the harsh edge in his tone rubbing you in all the wrong ways. “We could’ve done more. If I had just–”

“Lu, baby,” you interrupted, voice soft. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I was out there the longest, other than Jake,” Luke argued. “They depend on me and I let them down.”

“You were only on the ice for one goal, Lu. You couldn’t have done anything about at least the other three.”

Your statement was not something he wanted to hear. Your boyfriend, sweet as he was, always saw the best in everyone else and the worst in himself. Where he could have been blaming Brendan for the loss, since Brendan was on the ice for three of the four goals, he was instead blaming himself. He was never one to hold a grudge against his teammates or his friends or his family, which was part of the reason why you were so in love with him.

He grunted instead of giving you a real response, but you knew it was coming from a place of knowing you’re right but still feeling hurt.

“I love you,” you told him, just a reminder that his performance would never affect your affection towards him.

“I love you too,” Luke replied, and you two fell back into silence. It was less tense this time, but his shoulders were still tense and he was frowning, almost pouting. He was so pretty, even now, but you hated how this expression marred his face.

When you pulled up to the bar, you were met by Luke’s teammates. While some of the men had gone home after the game, it was mostly the ones who had families. You knew their wives and girlfriends would have encouraged them to go out with the team rather than stay home with the kids, but you understood. If Luke had wanted to go straight home after the game, you would’ve gone with him and cuddled him until you fell asleep.

“Do you want to get out and get me a drink, baby, while I find parking?” Luke asked, always so considerate.

“Yeah,” you agreed easily, leaning over the center console to peck his lips before you left the car.

Waiting outside the entrance of the bar, Nico and John smiled as you got out of the car and walked over to them. You hugged each of them before entering the bar, Nico walking in ahead of you and John following you with a hand on your back.

It didn’t mean anything to you or to John, but when Luke watched John guide you into the bar before he drove away to search for a parking spot, something sharp and green poked at his heart.

Luke finally made his way into the bar about ten minutes after you walked in, and your face had lit up when you saw him like it had been much longer. He didn’t see you at first, so you had the chance to watch him scan the room. His brow was furrowed as he scanned each person’s features. You knew that he was trying to spot you without looking for the other boys at first, but it was proving difficult with how crowded the room had become.

Timo appeared at his side and patted Luke’s shoulder in greeting. Luke talked to him for a minute before Timo pointed your way. Luke’s face split with a smile when he saw you and he gave Timo a pat before beelining towards you.

You looped your arms around Luke’s neck when he joined you, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Gross,” Nico complained from next to you. “It’s only been a few minutes since you’ve seen each other.”

“You’re not in love,” Luke replied, snarky and sarcastic like he tended to be when it wasn’t just the two of you. He then turned to you. “Where’s my drink?”

“What a priority,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. He pinched your side. “I sent Johnny to go get it.”

Luke’s expression changed for a split second before he schooled his features. You wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t so in tune with his emotions, experience that comes only after years of dating a person.

You let it go, knowing that it can’t be too important, or Luke would have said something. He knew you were friends with guys on the team. After being around them for almost a year, having moved out here with Luke at the start of his rookie year, it was bound to happen. Plus, Luke wasn’t the jealous type. He knew that you loved him and you’d love him forever, saying yes in a second if he chose to propose.

But to him, there was something about the way you said “Johnny” instead of John. It was that and John’s hand on your back as he guided you into the bar, on top of an already hard night, that had Luke questioning himself.

“I asked him to get you a rum and coke,” you said, tilting your head up to poke Luke’s nose with your own. “Is that okay?”

“It sounds good, thank you,” Luke replied.

You resume conversation with Nico, turning to face him but staying tucked into Luke’s side. He had a hand on your hip and the other accepted the drink that John handed Luke when he returned. He nursed it quietly for a while, engaging in conversation here and there, but mostly just enjoying his time with his friends.

The game was the last time that his whole team would be together like that, but this night out was the last time that his team, his friends, would be together in the way that mattered. Even if no one was traded, if no one changed in the slightest (except Jack, coming back from injury), things still wouldn’t be quite the same. It wouldn’t be his second year, his presence wouldn’t be new or exciting. He would have to try harder, do better, and be consistent to show that he wasn’t just an example of beginner’s luck.

He clutched you a little tighter to his side at that thought. He was comforted by the way that you melted into him, moving to lean back against his chest. Your hand covered his and the other polished off your drink. He took the empty cup from you and kissed your cheek before pulling away to toss your cup, and his, in the trash can behind him.

When he returned, he was taken aback by the sight before him.

You had stepped forward and were carding your fingers through John’s curls and Luke saw red before he saw the thoughtful look on your face. John had just said to you and Nico that he thought his hair was getting too long, too unruly. You didn’t agree– it was a good length, the curls were just settling into their shapes.

“I don’t think you should cut it, John,” you were saying before Luke grabbed your other wrist and yanked you towards him. “Luke!” You exclaimed, startled by the movement.

“Time to go,” Luke announced, loud enough that the other boys could hear. He clutched your wrist, not your hand, your wrist, and pulled you along as he stomped toward the exit.

“Luke, what is going on?” You asked, voice resounding in your ears like it’s much louder than it actually is.

Luke kept walking like he didn’t even hear you, pushing through the door and leading you down the block to the car. He opened your door for you and helped you in, but he slammed it shut once you were buckled into your seat. He rounded the car and opened his own door, glaring at you in a passing glance before settling into the driver’s seat.

“Lu,” you implored, pressing your hands against the top of your thighs.

When he didn’t reply, you tried again.

“Babe, talk to me–”

“I don’t want you to speak unless you’re spoken to,” Luke said. He refused to look at you. “You think you can touch John’s hair the way you touch mine? You’ll let him guide you into the bar the way I would? I’m not enough for you, huh, baby?”

You blinked, suddenly shifting up to sit a little straighter. Luke, your sweet angel Luke, the baby of his family who would never hurt a fly, who avoided hockey fights at every cost, had flipped his switch.

“Answer me. I asked you a question.”

“No, sir,” you said. Your eyes flickered down to where Luke’s knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You inhaled sharply as you made eye contact with the veins decorating the back of his hand.

“No?” Luke repeated, mocking. “I’m not enough for you?”

“No! Lu, you’re more than enough, you know you’re the only one I need.” Your words came out scrambled and you tripped over them.

Luke clicked his tongue, disapproval written all over his face. “Can’t even speak, can you?” He scoffed, reached down with one hand, and popped the button on his jeans. “Let’s put your mouth to a better use until you can find your words.”

“You’re driving,” you pointed out, casting a worried look at the road ahead of you.

“It wasn’t a question,” Luke threw you a glance. He looked back at the road, then back to you, this time holding your gaze. He cocked his head to the side, eyes softening for a moment. “Was it?”

“No,” you breathed out.

“Good girl.” A smile spread over Luke’s face and he turned back to the road. “Get to it.”

You clenched your thighs together and unbuckled your seatbelt so you could twist towards Luke and lean over the center console. You reached out to unzip his pants, but he knocked your hands away.

“I didn’t say use your hand. I said,” he paused, grabbing your hair and tilting your head up so your eyes met his, “Use your mouth.”

The noise that escaped you was involuntary. You moved forward that extra inch and carefully took Luke’s zipper in your mouth, dragging it down. His boxers were revealed by the action, but that was the extent of it.

“Come on,” Luke encouraged, growing impatient. What you couldn’t see from your position was the smug tilt of his mouth, knowing there was no way to get his cock out of his pants with just your mouth. “Take it out.”

“Can’t,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you can’t?” Luke mocked, feigning sympathy. “Poor baby needs my help, yeah?”

You nodded and hummed an agreement.

Luke’s grip tightened on your hair and he gave it a sharp tug. “Use your manners.”

“Please, Lu, help me,” you conceded.

“Help you what?”

“Help me take your cock out so I can suck you, please, sir.” Your voice was close to breaking, you were itching to get your mouth on him and make him feel good.

Luke obliged, revealing himself to you. You opened your mouth and he pumped himself twice just to tease you before slapping the lip of his cock on the flat of your tongue. He fed you his cock, returning his hand to your hair when you had taken as much of his length in your mouth as you could. He gathered your hair into a messy ponytail with his one hand, the other still on the wheel, and began to guide your head up and down.

You gagged when he guided you to his base, nose touching the fabric of his boxers around his cock, but the groan he let out made the discomfort worth it. It was low and desperate, just pure relief.

“Wanna fuck your mouth,” Luke breathed out, pulling you up so just the tip of his cock remained in your mouth.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, swiping your tongue over his slit and relishing in the taste of his precum in your mouth.

He moaned aloud, the sound seeming to echo throughout the car. You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips. You let out a sigh, suddenly overwhelmed with contentment for your situation. Luke was perfect. He was the perfect boyfriend, whether he was his soft and cuddly self or this dominant version of him that wasn’t afraid to tell you what to do, to communicate what he wanted.

“Would if I weren’t driving, too,” Luke mumbled, mostly to himself. “Fuck, baby, make me come. You know how.”

Luke returned both hands to the steering wheel and allowed you to move your head freely, to go at your own pace. You bobbed your head with enthusiasm, spit dripping down his shaft and soaking the fabric around him. You gagged at times, but the tight squeeze of your throat around him just added to Luke’s pleasure. He wasn’t shy about telling you how good you felt, either, making you more determined to make him come.

“Fuck, pull off,” Luke said, his voice a little shaky.

You couldn’t. You couldn’t, not when he was so close. The idea of having his come in your mouth, on your tongue, the manifestation of how you made him feel, was too alluring.

“Y/N, pull off,” Luke commanded, reaching down to yank you off of him by your hair. He clenched his jaw as he held you just far enough off his cock that you thought, with just one bump in the road, you could capture it again. He steered out of the lane and parked on the side of the road. “You don’t want to listen? You’re so cockdumb that you can’t follow my orders?”

All you could do was look at him, eyes wide.

He spoke through his teeth, never once blinking or breaking eye contact. “Since you want me inside you so bad, I’m gonna fuck your mouth until I come. You’re gonna take it. Even if you gag, even if you cry, I’m not going to stop until I come. Then, you’re going to sit back and buckle yourself in and I’m going to finish driving us home. You will not swallow. You’re going to hold my come in your mouth until I say so. Do you understand?”

Your jaw dropped at the words, the tips of your ears growing hot. “Yes, sir.” It’s nearly inaudible and you can feel your panties growing damper with just the thought of it– minute after minute ticking by, Luke’s come coating your tongue, not being able to speak or swallow. You’re completely under Luke’s control.

He leaned back in the seat and motioned toward his cock.

You allowed him to guide you onto his length again, getting comfortable with its size. You hollowed your cheeks and looked up at him, pausing your movements and staying statue-still.

A smirk took over Luke’s face. “That’s my girl.”

He took your head with both hands, keeping your hair out of your face and keeping you from moving an inch, and began to thrust into your mouth. It was sharp and hard and you tried to create a vacuum-type suction around his cock, as tight as you knew he liked it, but it was hard with the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat with every buck of his hips. You ended up gagging, and crying, and drooling all over his cock, just like Luke had said, and he fulfilled his promise that he wouldn’t stop.

“Look at you, making such a mess of yourself,” Luke scoffed. “Such a mess all over my cock, just to make me feel good. You’d let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d never let anyone else take you like this, just me, yeah? No one else gets to see you just leaking all over my cock because you’re mine.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that and the moan you released around Luke’s length caused his hips to stutter, made him unable to hold back his orgasm any longer. He came in stripes all over your tongue, some of it leaking down the back of your throat before you could stop it. He pulled you off of him and crashed his lips against yours, a close-mouthed kiss because you wouldn’t dare disobey, couldn’t handle the idea of disappointing Luke.

“My good girl,” Luke cooed when he pulled away.

You offered him a lazy smile, head foggy and bones mushy. You were sated, an elevated version of just happy, and so, so comfortable. You loved him. He was everything.

“I’m not done with you yet, am I?” Luke asked softly, thumbing over your bottom lip.

You shook your head.

“Open,” Luke said. “I want to see my come on your tongue.”

You hesitantly opened your mouth, pushing your tongue out so he could see the milky white substance coating the muscle.

Luke captured your cheeks with one hand and leaned in with the other holding your head in place. You stared at his eyes, which were watching your tongue as a line of his saliva mixed with the come in your mouth. When his eyes rose to meet yours, it was the embers of desire that made your head roll back and the instinct, the pure instinct of having something in your mouth, that caused you to swallow.

Your head snapped forward, eyes wide and not doe-eyed, not purposefully innocent to make Luke’s heart jump. No, your eyes were wide with worry because you disobeyed him. It wasn’t something you did to spite him or push him further over the line.

“I’m sorry.” The words leaked from your mouth and you scrambled to take Luke’s hand in yours, clutching his right with both of yours. “Luke, it was an accident, you know I’d never–”

His mouth was open in shock, briefly, before it snapped shut and his eyes twinkled with something downright predatory. His hand was limp in yours (though not pulling away) and he was still.

“But you did,” He interrupted. “You did.”

“I didn’t mean to.” You were trying to reason with him, but you knew the damage was done. Whatever he had planned for you when you got back to the house, it was going to be ten times worse now.

Luke just shook his head and removed his hand from your grasp, pulling back onto the highway and resuming the drive home. You weren’t far, the area around you looking more and more familiar with each passing second. The minutes stretched for what seemed like hours with Luke’s silence. You held your own hand nervously, pinching at the skin of you knuckles and avoiding Luke’s face. You couldn’t handle seeing the disappointment etched into his features.

Luke pulled into the garage of the apartment complex after just about five minutes. Suddenly, it hits you– you have the apartment all to yourselves tonight. There’s nothing to stop Luke, or you for that matter, from being as loud or as public as he wants. There’s a window in the living room, one that Luke mentioned after your last session. A spark traveled up your spine when you realize that tonight might be the night that he fucks you out in the open, for anyone to see.

When he shifted the car into park, Luke turned to you expectantly.

You apologized again, softly, once he looked at you.

His features softened then, seeing your apprehension. He reached out and took your hand. “Are you okay?”

“I feel bad that I didn’t listen,” you replied. Your eyes fell on your shoelaces, which were an off-white color after plenty of use. You made a note to yourself that maybe you should wash them soon. You wondered if they’d return to their original color. The shoes were much more interesting than looking up at Luke and meeting his eyes.

He tilted your head upward with a guided hand anyway. “You’re still my good girl,” he reassured. “Are you okay to keep going? Or do you want me to stop? I won’t be mad. Whatever you want, we can do it. We can leave this in the car and I can take care of you, baby.”

You could cry at his words, how great he is about your slip-up. You did want him to be sweet, but you knew that he needed this. He needed to work through whatever was going on in his mind and if he could just be in control of this, just for a little while longer, it would be so much easier for him later.

“I want to keep going,” you admitted.

“You know your word?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me?”

“Flower.”

“That’s right, baby.” Luke pecked your lips, but when he pulled back he was back to business. “Now, are you ready to listen to me?”

You nodded, eyes trained on his. Neither of you blinked, a silent contest that he ended up losing (something that would normally cause you to gloat, but now doesn’t seem like the right time).

“When you get to the apartment, you’re going to strip. You’re going to sit on the edge of our bed. You’re going to touch yourself while you wait for me and I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. If you come, and you know I’ll know if you do, you’re not going to come at all tonight. I want you to bring yourself right to the edge and stay there. Can you do that for me?” He spoke slowly and clearly, his voice gravely and dominant. He didn’t stumble over his words or pause and “um” like he did in interviews. No, this was when Luke was at his surest. This was when he knew exactly what to do, exactly what to say.

“I can do that,” you agreed, unbuckling your seatbelt and gathering your things.

“I’m going to give you a five minute head start.”

You nodded at Luke, opened your door, and left the vehicle. When you got up to the apartment, you didn’t bother to hang your coat or purse on the hooks Luke put up just for you. You didn’t put your shoes neatly like the door like you normally did. Instead, you dropped your belongings and kicked the shoes off one by one on your walk to the bedroom. You shed your clothing in a similar manner, leaving a trail behind for Luke to chuckle at when he walked in the door.

Fully naked, you stared at yourself in the mirror that faced your bed. You read once that it was bad luck to have a mirror face a bed, that your reflection could like… capture your soul, or something, but you kept the mirror there anyway because if there was anything Luke enjoyed, it was seeing himself fuck you in the mirror. He liked to watch you ride him in reverse cowgirl, so he could see your ass jiggle as you bounced on his cock with his own eyes and your whole body in the reflection.

Sometimes, his hands would drift up and he would hold your tits, watching how he could envelop them in his palms. You tilt your head to the side, watching your own hands slide up your body to do the same.

For everything you could imagine Luke doing, there your hands were trying to satisfy yourself. If you closed your eyes, you could convince yourself that it was him instead.

His cock would disappear into your pussy, thrusting in and out and causing you to whine. His fingers would circle your clit or pinch your nipples. He would palm your ass, or reach up to wrap his hand around your neck. He would reach just that spot…

You didn’t ever hear it when Luke opened the door and joined you in the room. He thought you knew he was coming, with the way you were whining his name and begging for him. Your eyes snapped open as he closed the door behind him and you quickly pulled your fingers out from inside of you.

Luke walked over to you and sank onto his knees between your legs. “Gimme a taste, love.”

You offered him your fingers, which he took into his mouth. He sucked on them softly for far too short a time, in your opinion, with the way his cheekbones became more prominent as he cleaned your fingers of your wetness.

“Tastes good,” he told you with a smile when he was finished.

“Thank you,” you replied, practically a whimper. Your chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing your heart in your chest. You were waiting, just waiting, for Luke to tell you what was next.

He rose to sit on the bed next to you, guiding you to shift over so you were sitting on his lap. “I’m going to spank you,” he whispered against your lips. “Just ten times. That’s all. It’ll go fast, but I’m not going to go easy on you. I know you can take it.” Luke kissed you again, snuck his tongue into your mouth for a quick, far too quick pass, before pulling back. “Turn over, baby, and lean over my knee, yeah?”

Your movements were slow, your brain turning foggy again like it was in the car. Luke helped you over his knee, still clothed. The contrast between how clothed he was and how naked you were almost made you drool. It was nearly embarrassing, being this down bad for Luke when he seemed to be completely fine, unaffected.

Luke snapped you out of your thoughts with a spank. The pain was only there for a split second before Luke was rubbing soothing circles over your skin. You shivered when he dipped his hand lower and trailed a finger through your folds.

“So wet,” he murmured.

You clenched down and he pulled away, only to deliver a second slap to your cheek. You shivered, goosebumps rising over your arms.

“So, baby, tell me,” Luke began, bringing down his hand again. “Why am I spanking you?” He waited for you to answer before bringing his hand down again. “Because I swallowed– oh– when you told me not to.”

“Mhm. Why else?”

Another spank. Now, it was starting to sting. Your ass had turned a pretty shade of pink that caused Luke to bite his lip and run his hands over your skin, feeling the heat radiate off the surface.

You were quiet. You weren’t quite sure. Holding his come in your mouth had been the punishment for not pulling off when he told you to. You had been slow to say please in the car, but that wasn’t ever something Luke would punish you for, just something he’d remind you to do. “For, um…” You trailed off, not sure what to say.

Luke scoffed and spanked you three times, harsh enough that his handprint stayed imprinted on your body for longer than it normally did when he spanked you. You cried out, your head dropping and tears welling up in your eyes.

“‘For, um,’” he mocked. “You don’t know? You’re that fucking dumb that you can’t remember what happened less than an hour ago?”

“Lu, please,” were the words that escaped your mouth instead of an answer to his question. They were teary and he almost stopped, almost, just because of how your voice shook.

“Please what?” He spat, another slap echoing throughout the room.

“I don’t know,” You sobbed. “I don’t know why you’re mad at me.”

“Five more,” Luke warned you and you nodded.

It took a lot out of you, agreeing for five more, but Luke wouldn’t do anything he didn’t think you could handle.

“How about this, baby?” Luke said. Slap. “For touching John’s hair the same way you touch mine?” Slap. “For letting the boys guide you into the restaurant like you’re their girlfriend, not mine.” Slap. “For sending John off to get me a drink when I told you to do so?” Slap. “For not listening?” Slap. “For being a fucking brat?”

You wailed, slumped against Luke. He got a good look at you in the mirror, boneless over his knee. He took in the red skin of your ass, tracing the line of his raised handprint.

“You’re mine,” Luke continued, sounding off. You turned your head towards the mirror, eyes hazy but still able to make him out. He was waiting for you to look at him, for your eyes to meet his. “You can’t– you can’t treat him like he’s special.”

And suddenly, it all clicked. Luke was jealous because he was scared of the same thing you’d skated around in your conversation right after the game. Luke wanted to be special, wanted you to see him and need him. He needed you to need him, to let him take control and take care of you and decide things for you, all because he didn’t want to be the person who lost everything because he wasn’t good enough. Even the idea that John could possibly take Luke’s place, as preposterous as it was to you, sent Luke into a spiral.

“Fuck me, Luke,” you said, voice shaky and light because of the headspace you were in. “Take me. I’m yours. Prove it.”

Gently, so gently in contrast to his prior actions, Luke helped you up and lay you down on your back on the bed, placing a pillow under your hips. You lay there for a few minutes, blinking slowly and watching as Luke shed his clothes and rummaged through his dresser drawers for something. His back was to you and you smiled to yourself, too fucked out to let out a giggle, at his backside. When Luke turned around, two of his gameday ties in hand, he cocked his head to the side at your smile.

“What are you smiling about?” He asked.

“Boy butts are so funny,” You answered. “They’re just so small. Like… where are your hips, Lu?”

Luke blinked a few times, then shook his head. “Oh my God, you’ve lost it.”

“I’ve been thinking it. We need to get you in the gym.”

“You’re being a brat.”

“And your butt is small.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Luke scoffed. He had walked to the bed and was tying one of your hands to his headboard.

“I’m waiting.”

Luke huffed out a laugh at your response. “You’re making it hard to dom you, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, was the road head not enough?”

Luke shushed you, moving to your other hand and tying that one with the other tie.

“What about the spitting in my mouth and spanking me?” You continue, goading him.

Luke crawled up your body, kissing up your stomach and chest and neck as he went.

One more sentence, and he wouldn’t find it so difficult to dominate you for this final stretch.

He’s hovering over your lips, his breath fanning out over them.

“I bet Johnny could do it better.”

Luke pulled back, jaw dropped. His mouth returned to a strait line and his eyes turned murderous. There it was, there’s the dominance that he thought he lost.

You smirked at him, proud of yourself for the comment you made, until Luke’s palm made contact with your cheek. Your head turned with the impact and you swore your heart stopped. You were too surprised to say anything. As the seconds of silence passed where you and Luke just stared at each other, same shocked expression on your face, you realized: huh. That’s not so different from when he spanks me.

Then, another second after that: That was kind of… hot.

“Are you okay?” Luke breathed out. He’s practically frozen in place.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Oh my God, Luke, yeah.” You pulled on the restraints above you, itching to get him inside of you. You circled your legs around his waist and raised your hips, trying to make contact with him. “Fuck, Lu, that was so hot, please fuck me.”

Luke blinked twice and searched your face for any discomfort, anything that would show him that you were upset or hurt by his slap. He hadn’t even done it intentionally, just driven by the pure rage of you mentioning John, saying that John could be better for you than Luke was.

It wasn’t until your wiggling hips caused his cock to make contact with your weeping pussy that he began to move.

He started by pinning your hips down.

“Greedy,” he chastised.

“I need you in me, don’t treat me like I’m made of glass,” you whined.

Luke positioned himself at your entrance and snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one fell swoop.

It knocked all the breath out of you. Even after dating Luke for ages, his size still surprised you.

“How’s that, huh? Can you feel me? Do you think I’m treating you gently?” Luke asked, grinding his teeth as he fucked in and out of you. His skin was slapping against yours and he moved one of our legs so your knee was thrown over his shoulder. “You think Marino could fuck you like this?” He practically spat out John’s name, disgust coating each syllable.

“Probably,” you quipped, your voice snarky. You were itching for Luke to slap you again, or something, because he wasn’t giving it everything. He was still shaken up by the fact that he hit you at all.

“‘Probably,’” He repeated, incredulous. “You’ll never know, will you, baby?” He snaps his hips harder, faster. “This is my pussy. It only gets wet for me, you only spread your legs for me, you can be a slut all you want but only in the confines of these four walls. You can be bad, only right here… where I’m able to fuck. it. out. of you.”

You moan, wanton and long in the back of your throat. Your hands are aching to grab his hair, to twist the curls between your fingers. “Lu, my hand,” you told him.

“What about it?” He asked, not slowing his pace.

“Untie it, please!”

Luke looked down at you, confused. “Why?”

You whined, keening as your back arched and you squeezed his cock. “Need to get a hand on you, Lu, fuck. Wanna pull your hair. So pretty, so much prettier than John’s.”

“Oh,” he whispered, his stomach turning. He reached up to undo the knot, trying to continue to fuck you and untie it at the same time. When your hand came free, it immediately found purchase in his curls. Your fingernails scraped his scalp and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he bucked into you with uncoordinated thrusts. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “Gonna make me come.”

“Please,” you begged. “Inside me, inside me–”

Your vision went white and your pussy was like a vice around him as you came.

“Yeah, yeah,” Luke agreed, voice strained. He watched the bliss wash over your features and whined. “Fuck you til you’re full, show everyone you’re all mine.”

It’s the thought of pumping his seed into you, making you round with his child, that sends Luke over the edge. No one would think to take you from him then, not that you’d ever go. No one would ever be able to call you theirs like he could call you his, not when he’s fucked you full, not when you’re carrying his baby.

“So perfect for me,” Luke mumbled in your ear, collapsing on top of you as he came down from his orgasm.

“Just for you, Lu.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You paused, rubbing his back. “You know we have to talk about this, right? You’re more than enough and I don’t want you to feel insecure anymore.”

Luke pulled himself out of you, wincing at the sensitivity. “Can we talk about it tomorrow? I think we could both use some rest.”

He got up from the bed and walked into his bathroom, grabbing a towel and coming back to wipe you clean.

“Can it wait that long?” You fixed him with a look of concern.

“Baby.” Luke cut his eyes at you, then finished wiping you down. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

You shrugged. “Okay,” you agreed, then made yourself comfortable, pulling the covers over your body. You turned over, back to Luke, and spoke like it was an afterthought. “I loved it when you slapped me, you know.”

Luke groaned, leaned over to give you a kiss on your cheek. “I’m sorry I was mean.”

“Mmm, mean Luke gets me hot just like sweet Luke,” you replied. You turned your head and kissed his lips. “I like sweet Luke more, though. Sweet Luke cuddles me while I’m asleep.”

Luke laughed, going to toss the dirty towel in the dirty clothes hamper. “Sweet Luke will be back to cuddle you after he brushes his teeth,” he said.

When he returned, your breath was even and you had already fallen asleep, the ghost of a smile still gracing your lips. Luke bit his tongue, joined you under the covers, and threw his arm over the curve of your waist. Within just a few minutes, he was fast asleep next to you, softly snoring with his nose pressed into your hair.

notes: so, I, uh..... got a little carried away. I just kept having ideas. And I hope it worked out for me, to be fair. Hiiiiiii anon I hope this was good for youuuu love you bigggg I felt so awky-tawky writing some of this because as much as I would looooove a man to treat me like this, it feels so silly to write. Anyway. Loving y'all.

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d4rkpluto · 10 months

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𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

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♇ so before i explain all grand trines, i'll explain "what" a grand trine is.

♇ a grand trine occurs when 3-4 or more, planets/axis/important asteroids [eg. juno, lilith, chiron etc] within the same elements [fire, earth, air and water] are situated in 120°, what the planets do to each other is that they electrify and energise each other so they activity and the themes of the planets/elements/signs can work at its best.

♇ when someone has a grand trine, whatever they put effort in, [especially when the goal/theme has something to do with the element the planets are in, for example, air = learning/communicating], it will come effortlessly for them and will be a strong strength and gift.

[how to check if you have a grand trine astro-charts].

FIRE GRAND TRINES

celebrities who have a fire grand trine ⬎

⟶ elizabeth taylor, richard madden and whitney houston.

elizabeth taylor has her grand trine in venus in aries, uranus in aries, jupiter in leo and ascendant in sagittarius.

richard madden has his grand trine in midheaven in aries, ascendant in leo, venus in leo and saturn in sagittarius.

whitney houston her grand trine in moon in aries, jupiter in aries, sun in leo, venus in leo and midheaven in sagittarius.

♇ having a fire grand trine increases the characteristics of an individual to show and spread warmth, optimism and joy for life. they are very ambitious for the future, and fire grand trine people can easily influence people, [intentionally or unintentionally, it'll still happen].

♇ however, as this is the fire element working at it's best, they can be very impulsive and chaotic people if they do not have any squares in their chart. due to them being people who are chaotic and abrupt, they're likely people who are not aware of the risks that might come with their actions and outcomes.

♇ majority of the time, these people don't let fear stop them from achieving their goals, these people are about action and commotion, they like to feel alive thus why they always involve themselves into projects.

♇ they can be very reckless people, and might always think that luck is on their side so they cannot get in trouble. due to them always liking action and excitement, they like to create drama so they can be entertained.

EARTH GRAND TRINES

celebrities who have a earth grand trine ⬎

⟶ zendaya, brendan fraser and elizabeth olsen.

zendaya has her grand trine in moon in taurus, sun in virgo and jupiter in capricorn.

brendan fraser has his grand trine in moon in taurus, pluto in virgo, venus in capricorn and midheaven in capricorn.

elizabeth olsen has her grand trine in mars in taurus, ascendant in virgo, saturn in capricorn and neptune in capricorn. [she is also an air grand trine].

♇ having an earth grand trine makes someone protective with what they have materially and physically earned. they like to be financially independent, [and independent in many other themes of their lives], and they like to be secure with themselves.

♇ they're people who like to create and invent things, they perceive it as their way of growing as a person, in knowledge, financially and skill. these people are work-oriented and financially and security driven, they like to be in a comfortable place, but sometimes it might always cause them to always want to be doing something and actually never being comfortable in their situation.

♇ they are down to earth people, and like to be in connection with their soul and the outside world. they like a balance. they know how to take care of themselves and know how to tender to other people, they're nurturing and don't like to hold that side of them back.

AIR GRAND TRINES

celebrities who have an air grand trine ⬎

⟶ mackenzie foy, ciara and sharon tate.

mackenzie foy has her grand trine in jupiter in gemini, mars in libra, neptune in aquarius and midheaven in aquarius.

ciara has her grand trine in chiron in gemini, venus in libra, midheaven in libra and jupiter in aquarius.

sharon tate has her grand trine in saturn in gemini, uranus in gemini, neptune in libra, sun in aquarius and mercury in aquarius.

♇ when someone has an air grand trine, they are people who immediately learn things that stimulate their mind, on the other hand it doesnt necessarily need to be things that stimulate their mind, they're people who can easily catch on with patterns and systems of a subject.

♇ they like to learn and experience situations, and other people's situations as well, they're the type of people who were students that rarely noted down anything, and just vibed with what was being taught.

♇ having an air grand trine strengthens the individuals interest and curiosity for everything, they over-work themselves because they want to become a jack of all trades.

♇ as figured, they want and like mental stimulation, and they like to discuss and debate with other people. but they get bored easily, especially when other people are conversing with them, which can make other people insecure about their verbal entertainment. and might think that the air grand trine person thinks of them to be a boring person, which is usually true.

WATER GRAND TRINES

celebrities who have an water grand trine ⬎

⟶ ariana grande, jensen ackles and marilyn monroe.

ariana grande has her grand trine in sun in cancer, midheaven in scorpio and saturn in pisces.

jensen ackles has his grand trine in mars in cancer, uranus in scorpio and venus in pisces.

marilyn monroe has her grand trine in north node in cancer, saturn in scorpio and mars in pisces.

♇ those who have water grand trines can be very dependent people, they're people who have needs that usually are needed to be tended to or met. they are people who need to feel secure like earth grand trines, but with water grand trines it is usually emotional security that they need and is important for them.

♇ they're protective of others, and themselves, which can either lead them to be people who are closed off, or people who wear their heart on their sleeves. compared to the other elemental grand trines, [fire, earth and air], water grand trines are better at processing their emotions than other people.

♇ they know how to present themselves, and even if they process their emotions better than other people, they could have a hard time being about to "communicate" how they feel, unless there are some air energy playing into their charts, or even earth.

♇ these water grand trines are very creative, and they can use that as a way to display their emotions for other people to understand. expressing it through music or art, thus why people could view most water grand trines are musical experts/musically creative.

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astraveritas · 1 year

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★ people with taurus rising or prominent taurus in their chart tend to have eyes that are more far apart, their cheeks are usually fuller, and smiles are wide with nicely shaped lips

serena williams (taurus rising); brendan fraser (taurus moon/rising); gigi hadid (taurus sun/mercury/rising)

janet jackson (taurus sun/mercury/mars); sam smith (taurus sun/mercury/venus); dionne warwick (taurus moon/ rising/jupiter/saturn/uranus)

★ scorpio rising men eyebrows are just low straight thick line above their deep set eyes, they out there looking like -_-. they also have long eyelashes, and their eyes tend drop on the outer corners. this whole thing kinda creates the illusion of their eyes always being hidden in shadows.

hrithik roshan (scorpio rising/pluto in 11h); chris evans (scorpio rising/pluto in 11h); kid cudi (scorpio rising/pluto in 12h); jim carrey (scorpio rising/pluto in 10h)

★ cancer sun/virgo mars women have the prettiest eyes, just baby deer in the headlights.

ariana grande (cancer sun/virgo mars); saweetie (cancer sun/virgo mars); phoebe cates (cancer sun/virgo mars); lady london (cancer sun/virgo mars). — also both ariana and saweetie have taurus venus, and phoebe has taurus moon)

★ leo sun men with cancer placements in their chart tend to have cleft chins

ben barnes (leo sun/cancer mars); ben affleck (leo sun/cancer ascendant/venus); matt leblanc (leo sun/cancer ascendant);

cameron monaghan (leo sun/cancer venus); sebastian stan (leo sun/cancer venus); shawn mendes (leo sun/cancer venus/mars)

★ queens of the bohemian/hippie style are without a doubt mutable suns/heavy mutable energy in personal placements, especially the gemini-sagittarius duo, I mean look at the material

stevie nicks (gemini sun and mercury/virgo mars); sasha obama (gemini sun and mercury/saggitarius mars); florence welch (virgo sun/gemini moon);

zoe kravitz (saggitarius sun and mercury/virgo moon); mary-kate olsen (gemini sun/virgo moon); erykah badu (pisces sun and moon/saggitarius mars/ascendant)

★ it’s weird but I can always spot scorpio rising women cause of their shoulders, they’re usually bit broader, straight, with nice collarbones, their upper body seems to be triangle shaped cause of their shoulders and wider ribcage

diana ross (scorpio rising/pluto in 9h); lana del rey (scorpio rising/pluto in 12h); lily rose depp (scorpio rising/pluto in 1h)

★ margot robbie and sharon tate both have cancer rising and moon in 3h with jupiter conjunct ascendant

they both have more square shaped head with really short chin, that I’ve noticed in a lot of cancer rising with chart ruler in 3h

carla bruni (cancer rising/moon in 3h); sara gilbert (cancer rising/moon in 3h); fergie (cancer rising/moon in 3h)

#astro notes #astrology notes #astro observations #astrology observations #*

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deltablitz · 9 months

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↷ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - [Pokémon x Reader]

↳ Before Requesting;

Please note the following;

Please don’t request NSFW (smut, lemons, limes, etc.) of any kind, thank you.

I write these in my free time, so I apologize for any sort of delay when releasing any content.

Please specify if you want an imagine / headcanons / one-shot (or more).

Don’t be afraid to mention another character / request for another character that’s not on the list. Keep in mind I only write for Pokémon people!

I mostly write for in-game characters, but feel free to request any characters from the anime!

I do not own Pokémon nor any of the characters by any means. All rights go towards Nintendo, Creatures, Game Freak & Satoshi Tajiri- as well as their amazing teams that brought us Pokémon!

↳ Characters I Write For;

KANTO; Gary, Blue, Red, Ash, Misty, Brock, James, Jessie, Lance, Erika, Koga, & Sabrina

JOHTO; Silver, Falkner, Clair, & Will

HOENN; Brendan, May, Roxanne, Brawly, Flannery, Winona, Wallace, Steven Stone & Wally

SINNOH; Lucas, Dawn, Barry, Gardenia, Fantina, Volkner, Cynthia, Mars, Jupiter & Saturn

HISUI; Akari, Rei, Cyllene, Laventon, Kamado, Adaman, Arezu, Mai, Melli, Irida, Palina, Ingo, Volo & Cogita

UNOVA; Hilbert, Hilda, Nate, Rosa, Cheren, Bianca, N, Hugh, Cilan, Chili, Cress, Lenora, Elesa, Skyla, Drayden, Iris, Marlon, Grimsley, Alder, Ingo & Emmet

KALOS; Calem, Serena, Alain, Shauna, Tierno, Trevor, Viola, Grant, Korrina, Clemont, Valerie, Olympia, Siebold, Malva, Diantha, Sycamore & Alexa

ALOLA; Elio, Selene, Hau, Lillie, Gladion, Kukui, Burnet, Lana, Kiawe, Mallow, Olivia, Kahili, Guzma, Nanu & Lusamine

GALAR; Victor, Gloria, Hop, Bede, Leon, Sonia, Milo, Nessa, Kabu, Oleana, Marnie, Piers, Bea, Allister, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Peony, Klara & Avery

PALDEA; Florian, Juliana, Nemona, Arven, Atticus, Brassius, Eri, Giacomo, Grusha, Iono, Jacq, Katy, Larry, Mela, Ortega, Penny, Sada, Turo, Ryme & Tulip

↷ What I Write

Forms Of Writing; Imagines, Textfic, Crack, One-Shots, Headcanons, & Songfics

Relationships; Romantic ( s/o, crush, etc. ), Platonic ( friend, family member, rival, enemy, etc.)

Genres / Types; Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Rivalry, Character x Reader x Character, Jealousy, Isekai, Forbidden Love, Crossover, Darkfic, Alternate Universes, Unrequited Love, & Hurt/Comfort

↳Note; Other types of genre may be unlisted.

↳ Work(s);

KANTO; None Yet

JOHTO; None Yet

HOENN; None Yet

SINNOH; None Yet

HISUI; None Yet

UNOVA; None Yet

KALOS; None Yet

ALOLA; None Yet

GALAR; None Yet

PALDEA; None Yet

↷ ‘ ‘ Now get on out there, trainer! ’ ’

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the-bjd-community-confess · 13 days

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Hello, Anon, this is your OCDA™️. I’ve read your sentiments and as a bona fide Chinese person who had experienced discrimination IRL, perhaps I am qualified to put in my two cents about what you consider to be unchecked Sinophobia.

The way I think of it, Anon, is that Sinophobia is not a “doll hobby problem.” No, far from it. Sinophobia, just as racism, ableism, or discrimination based on sexual orientation or identity, is a much bigger, societal problem that touches on geopolitical and historical precedents. What we see here in the doll community is but a tiny sliver of it. According to the latest favourability scale of China completed by Morning Consult of 2022 (can be seen here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-Chinese_sentiment ), Sinophobia's existence and extent depend on where you live. While many of the developing countries in the world have a favourable view of China as a state and a people, the same cannot be said about the rest of the developed world. Just as you’ve pointed out, Japan and Korea, the other two main “doll countries” in Asia, happen to have the highest unfavourable opinion of China. It’s really no wonder that from the viewpoint of doll collectors (esp. Japanese doll collectors), Sinophobia is rampant and visible. (Not always true with resin dolls, apparently. Most Japanese and Korean collectors still collect Chinese dolls as far as I know.)

As an “oldie”, your OCDA had lived through the Tiananmen Square Incident, the poisoned Sanlu milk powder incident, SARS, Bird Flu, HK uprising and now COVID. I spent a good portion of that time outside of Asia, which afforded me a first-hand view on how a Chinese person is perceived during these episodes (no, not very well. Being spit on by a panhandler wasn’t something to boast about.) However, because I did spend quite a bit of time outside of Asia (hence the “diaspora” bit), it also afforded me a different perspective of why Chinese folks were disliked.

While developing countries are usually the recipient of Chinese largess from the Belt and Road Initiative (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belt_and_Road_Initiative ), the developed countries tend to see the Chinese as tourists and masters of mercantilism. With Japan and Korea as the closest travel destination, these two places see the unruliest behaviour from Chinese tourists most often. Sometimes, the anti-Japan sentiment (and to a lesser extent, anti-Korean) sentiment brewing inside China has been used as an excuse for bad behaviour while the Chinese are abroad (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AFXvN4xrbM )

This is not confined in Asia, of course, with recent cases such as in England https://www.businessinsider.com/brendan-kavanagh-chinese-youtuber-pianist-demand-live-stream-face-police-2024-1#:~:text=A%20pianist's%20live%20stream%20went,right%20to%20stream%20in%20public and in NYC https://www.reddit.com/r/China/comments/10fwizj/chinese_tore_off_a_poster_with_lunar_new_year_in/ )

Sometimes even the news outlets had to fight for a straight face in light of the Chinese tourists’ antics (https://www.scmp.com/video/china/3244656/gondola-capsizes-after-tourists-refuse-stop-taking-selfies ) But “big fails” aside, the lack of respect usually exhibited by Chinese tourists is bad enough that places such as Kyoto are forced to protect themselves (https://www.theguardian.com/world/2024/mar/08/kyoto-geisha-district-tourist-ban-gion ).

During the same period, the invasive mercantilism exhibited by cheap Chinese exports usually make their way to the news in a slightly more political angle. The European Commission is trying to fight the influx of government-subsidized, cheap EVs by enacting legislation (https://www.reuters.com/business/autos-transportation/eu-set-allow-possible-retroactive-tariffs-chinese-evs-2024-03-05/#:~:text=The%20Commission%20is%20carrying%20out,impose%20provisional%20duties%20in%20July. ) citing public safety (https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-13292973/China-paralyse-Britain-kill-hacking-electric-car-deadly-traffic-jams-EDWARD-LUCAS.html ) Very recently in the news, the American government is on its way to ban TikTok due to national security and digital safety reasons (https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2024/3/14/why-has-the-us-passed-a-bill-to-ban-tiktok-and-whats-next ).

As the citizen of this or that country and where you currently reside, there is a lot to be said about Sinophobia: it’s historical, it’s cultural, it’s geopolitical, it’s financial, but most important of all, it’s complicated. What we end up seeing in the doll community is just a small glimpse into each individual collector’s personal take on things. Fewer doll collectors live in countries that have a statistically more favourable view of China. The bad behaviours from the tourists certainly do leave a bad taste in their wake, and what you end up with is the impression that there’s rampant Sinophobia. But the truth, well, it’s always a little bit more complicated than that.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions #Hobbyist Region #Knowledge Anon

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im-overstimulated-and-im-sad · 9 months

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url song titles! Thanks for the tag @reyestrandd

Rules: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters

Who knew my url had so many letters cause I sure didn’t lol

I- I’m Still Standing - Elton John

M - Mary’s Song (Oh My My My) - Taylor Swift

O- On My Way - Machine Gun Kelly

V - Vienna - Billy Joel

E - Evermore - Taylor Swift

R - Rehab - Machine Gun Kelly

S - Stay Beautiful- Taylor Swift

T - Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler

I- If You Want Sing Out, Sing Out - Cat Stevens

M - ME! - Taylor Swift/Brendan Urie

U - Umbrella - Rihanna

L- Lay All Your Love On Me - ABBA

A - Anna Sun - Walk The Moon

T - Twin Flame - Machine Gun Kelly

E - Endgame - Taylor Swift/Ed Sheeran/Future

D - Die in California - Machine Gun Kelly

A - All of Me - John Legend

N - Numb - Linkin Park

D - Don’t Let Me Get Me - P!nk

I- I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

M - Maybe - Machine Gun Kelly

S - Strangers - Mod Sun

A - At My Best - Machine Gun Kelly/Hailee Steinfeld

D - Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

Tag- @dreamingofmickeywaffles @hydesjackiespuddinpop @that70sblog @kiloskywalker @draculakells @firstprince-history-huh @goodways @ellena-asg @statueinthestone @machinegunbieber-blog @mgklove99xx @manicpixiedreamb0y @jackie-forman @click-here-to-start @sarcastic-nerd @lightningboltreader @elevatehearts @jackielikestea @sammymonk0421 @jinx-on-mars-19xx

#song titles #machine gun kelly #taylor swift

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patosduck · 9 months

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Masterlist

Last Updated: Mar. 28, 2024

How to navigate masterlist

Each player has their own mini masterlist when you click on their name

Each sport also has their own section to make players easier to find below

Edits with more than one player is at the very bottom of their own sport section under "group edits"

Sports I've edited

Hockey, Futbol(Soccer), Formula 1, Indycar, Motorcross/Supercross

Memes of Athletes below

Hockey

Adam Fantilli

Anthony Beauvillier

Auston Matthews

Braden Shneider

Brendan Brisson

Cole Caufield

Conor Bedard

Connor McDavid

Dylan Duke

Ethan Edwards

Frank Nazar

Gavin Brindley

Jack Hughes

Jamie Drysdale

Johnny Beecher

John Marino

Luca Fantilli

Luke Hughes

Mackie Samoskevich

Mark Estapa

Mathew Barzal

Matt Rempe

Matthew Tkachuk

Mitch Marner

Nico Hischier

Nick Moldenhauer

Nolan Moyle

Owen Power

Paul Bissonnette (Biz Nasty)

Quinn Hughes

Rutger McGroaty

Seamus Casey

Sidney Crosby

Thomas Bordeleau

Trevor Zegras

Tyler Duke

Will Smith

Futbol (Soccer)

Erling Haaland

Joao Felix

Mason Mount

Pablo Gavi

Pedri Gonzalez

Formula 1

Alex Albon

Carlos Sainz

Charles Leclerc

Daniel Ricciardo

Fernando Alonso

George Russell

Lando Norris

Lewis Hamilton

Logan Sargent

Max Verstappen

Oscar Piastri

Sergio (Checo) Perez

Indycar

Alexander Rossi

David Malukas

Josef Newgarden

Kyle Kirkwood

Marcus Armstrong

Patricio O'ward (Pato)

Will Power

Motorcross/Supercross

Jettson Lawrence

Haiden Deegan

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theknightmarket · 1 year

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"You're on."

In which Illinois and his partner explore a cave and relationship issues.

TW: sexual innuendos, cursing

Pages: 19 - Words: 8,000

[Requests: OPEN]

Tap, tap, tap. Water dripped from the ceiling in a slow, rhythmic state that could have sent you to sleep if you weren’t careful. Like a lullaby, it coaxed you to lie down and forget all about what you had come here to find. Of course, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, which mimicked the small streams created by your feet, kept you awake and aware of every little thing that happened in the tunnel. It was a cramped place, where you could touch both walls if you stood in the middle with your arms stretched out. Some places, you would have to crouch, but it widened the further in you got.

“Scary, huh. Heard a bunch of tunnels have caved in around here.”

You rolled your eyes. Your partner in crime behind you had a habit of trying to frighten you, ever since the first adventure you went on. He always mentioned how many people had gotten hurt in the places you went, or he’d pretend to slip on rocks just to get you to grab his wrist. It was to stabilize him, but he wouldn’t let you go without calling you out on how worried you were for him. And, yeah, he might’ve been right. The guy was an idiot sometimes – and you’d been with him for nearly three years at this point, so you reserved the right to say that – and you wouldn’t put it past him to crack his head open on a ledge.

Still, you called back, the sound echoing through the caverns, “We can always head back, if you’re that terrified, Illinois.”

That gravelly laugh followed suit and bounced off the walls, ending with him replying, “Never said that, babe.”

And there was another habit of his, calling you all the pet names under the sun. Sweetheart, darling, but babe was his favorite. He used them more than he used your real name, leading you to have to constantly remind him in case he had actually forgotten. Illinois always laughed it off, but you were sure he had the first handful of times he used the nicknames. After that, they just stuck, no matter how many times you asked for him to change.

You didn’t mention it, this time, though – instead, you concerned yourself more with the long stretch of path ahead of you. This wouldn’t be a problem if the walls weren’t completely uniform, and a mismatch of holes were dented in them. Arrows. That wasn’t too bad, given how sought after this treasure you were hunting for was. No way in hell would you risk your life for something worthless, or, as Illinois claimed, ‘the thrill of the hunt’. You liked being rewarded for your hard work, especially if it included dodging deadly traps that you’d normally see in action movies like the Mummy. You shook of the thought of Brendan Frasier and inspected the pattern of holes while you waited for Illinois to catch up.

When you felt a body at your side, you gestured to them and took a step forward. You were stopped by Illi catching your arm. Your confused look was matched by a sly smirk.

“Lemme show you how it’s done.”

You were tempted to remind him how long you’ve been doing this for but thought better of it when he took a few steps back. Every time you investigated a new place, you were filled with fear for that man’s life. It was as if he lived just to show-off, and, to who, you had no clue, because the only impact on you was concern for his physical and mental wellbeing.

Still, that didn’t stop him from taking the run-up and leaping into the fray.

Light-speed arrows shot from both directions, barely skimming his satchel and pinning loose fabric of his to the wall. Sharp tears broke the distant drip of water and sent goosebumps down your arms. Illinois flipped and dove, dodged everything that came at him like a rough acrobat, and yet he came out without a single scratch on him. At the other side of the battlefield, stone bricks now marred with chips and fallen arrows, he stood with that dazzling smile and glimmer of mischief in his eyes. A tip of his hat and the flick of a switch on his part, and you were safe to cross.

“Well done,” you conceded when you walked past him.

The smile stretched slightly further, the glint burned a bit brighter, and a small laugh escaped him. Illinois would never admit it, but he liked hearing those compliments from you, despite the faux reluctance behind your words – not that he didn’t get them from anyone else, you were just… different, like they made more sense coming from you.

“I’m a natural,” he half-joked while coming into step beside you.

Further into the tunnel, you were avoiding tapering vines at your boots, ones that threatened to trip you up if you weren’t paying attention. Puddles formed in ditches at the sides, but they only added to the ambience of the underground. It was pretty, you always thought it was, when life thrived without light. The faint trickle of rivers deeper in tempted you like a horse to a carrot, because you knew it was always worth it to get that one more scratch or drop that one level more. And yet, when the places you explored were the most dismally boring and mind-numbing that you could imagine, you still enjoyed being there, and you knew the reason.

Illinois came to a halt before a raised platform, something obviously man-made. Two plates were set upon the brick, probably meant to be weighted down to open up another part of the tunnel. He started by throwing his satchel on one, haphazardly only because you weren’t paying enough attention to berate him, which made the section under the other plate raise slightly. Looking up showed a hole in the ceiling that led to more tunnel, presumably where you needed to go. Illi made a noise of realization and jumped on with his bag, barely fitting and nearly skidding of the edge as it started moving.

Yep.

You were in love with that idiot, and you weren’t afraid to admit it. To yourself, of course, you would get trapped in a cave-in before tellling Illinois to his face. God only knows what that would do to his ego, so you kept your mouth shut, and have been doing well for the last two years. You were pretty sure it started in a gambling ring, and then it actually occurred to you when the both of you were running from a stampede of elephants. It was anyone’s bet as to why you liked the fool – maybe it was his rugged good looks, or how he always knew how to get himself in and out of danger, or maybe it was just your luck to fall in love with someone who was never going to reciprocate your feelings. You’d come to terms with that fact a long time ago, but it didn’t stop them from tainting your actions. It was second nature to save him a seat at the bar and booking a room in a hotel for one was unknown to you. Despite that, you couldn’t act on the feelings, no matter how hard it was to ignore them. You assured yourself that there will always be another big thing to chase and keep your mind off it; it was the only comfort you had in the darkest and loneliest of nights when you could hardly resist dialing his number and spilling your guts. Fatigue eventually knocked you out, but, like the next morning’s hangover, the memory stayed with you.

“Figured it out?” you asked, coming to stand next to Illinois. He had this concentrated expression on his face, shadowed by the brim of his hat, which noticeably sported many a hole from the arrows.

He hummed in response, and you looked away. No debris, no dislodged rock, no nothing. It was almost like they didn’t want you to steal the treasure they worked so hard in guarding. You bit your cheek; you didn’t want to go all the way back to the entrance just to grab a stack of bricks, but you weren’t seeing another way round—

Swift hands gripped your sides, sending you into an immediate state of panic. You began to wriggle, but the hands just squeezed tighter before lifting you over the platform. Warmth burst from the contact, spreading, and leaching onto your face, but they didn’t relent until you were placed onto the same plate as Illinois’ bag. Speaking of, you managed a glance over your shoulder when you finally stopped moving, just to see that very man staring back at you. You stopped moving, all focus now on glaring straight into his eyes. You weren’t mad, as much as you wanted to be, but you hoped it would be excuse enough for the blood red blush that set your face alight.

Illinois grinned, sure-fire, and confident. “I hope you don’t mind, darlin’, I had to borrow you for a second.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Accompanied by a wink, you only registered your feet leaving the ground when you were safely chucked onto a rocky ledge. Instinct kicked in and you rolled into a crouch, grabbing Illinois’ hand before the platform could fall back down. The grip was tight and firm, but you lugged him onto the stable ground if only to stop your heart rate from speeding up anymore.

You let a quick breath leave you, patted off your knees and thighs, and got up from the floor.

“Thanks, love,” he muttered before following suit.

You nodded and proceeded onwards, further into the cave system than you thought worth it. For another stretch, there were no visible traps, so you were free to think for a second, and think you did. Illinois had only come to you with this adventure a few days ago, giving you less time for preparation that you would have hoped for, but you got plenty done in the ride over. Illinois drove, you booked a room in the nearest hotel for some kind of after-party, and the two of you discussed the history of the place. Apparently, a lot of people had explored here before, though none were successful. A lot of them got stuck on that last puzzle, since they were loners or were cocky enough to think they didn’t need a partner – but some of them did get past it, if only to get stuck at the large drops. Now, you weren’t scared of heights, you had taken some rock-climbing classes and the three years of experience meant you could handle scaling down, but the rumors did give you pause.

Story went that ‘things’ ducked out of the cracks in the rocks and pushed people to their deaths, like eels but without the water. Forums called this bullshit, as nobody had reported anything of the sort in any other cave system before, but most of the adventurers tackling this place were adept climbers. You didn’t know what else would get them to lose their balance, and you were about to find out, as you came to the first of those many, deep falls.

“Dark,” Illinois pointed out when he leaned over.

You huffed, “You’re so smart, Illi.”

Hands fiddling with your equipment, your partner picked up a small rock and dropped it down the hole. Silence, silence, silence – 15 seconds later, the clatter echoed up from below, to which he made a noise of discontentment.

After laying out the ropes and shackles, you glanced up at him. “Not getting cold feet, are you?”

He shook his head, too fast for your liking, but played it off with a deep chuckle. “Me? You know me better than that, babe.”

“I wouldn’t blame you; you’ve heard the stories.”

“Oh, yeah, the boxing glove wall from knockout shows.” He took another glance down. “How ‘bout we make a bet?”

You’d been getting suited up while Illinois was talking, and, already done and with the hook secured in a crack, you were eager to get it over with, so you brought him closer by his shirt’s lapels and wrapped a rope around him. You secured it with another sharp tug, your chests now only centimeters away from meeting. “What kind of bet?”

His breath stilled for a moment, and you felt the words move over you when he spoke, “Whoever makes it to the bottom first gets a favor.”

This piqued your interest. You made bets all the time, both dangerous and not, and this bordered on suicidal. A race in a location known to be deadly with no sight of the bottom?

You stuck out a hand. “You’re on.”

And that was that. You let Illinois go, missed his ever-so-slightly disappointed pout, and started your way down the wall. Kicking at ledges to make sure they were stable, you planted your feet every few inches down in a methodical fashion. Meanwhile, Illinois realized how far behind he was and jumped down to your height, just nearly skidding against the rock to find balance. Again, you rolled your eyes, sure that he would still argue he had won if he dropped the entire way down and broke his legs, but you hoped he would be smart enough.

You heard a quiet, “Shit,” next to you and the clatter of pebbles as your partner lost his footing. He regained it seconds later, smiling in your direction as if it had never happened, but you only squinted at him in suspicion. You were now sure he would kill himself before getting to the end.

You tried to pass the moments in silent focus, but that was made difficult with Illinois by your side. He stayed a few steps deeper than you at all times while still offering small comments about the condition of the wall. Gradually, more vines caressed the rocks, covering up possible footholds and making the accessible ones slippery and dangerous. You grunted when you stuck your hand in a slimy nest of leaves and sludge, the texture coating your fingers and dripping off the side. You debated flinging it at Illi, but you didn’t want to be the direct cause of his death. Plus, it was gross enough in the dark, so you settled for dragging your hand across your leg and hoping it wouldn’t stain.

Halfway down, Illinois called out, “You know, I’m not seeing punchy eels yet.”

“Keep paying attention.”

He was the one to roll his eyes now, mocking you with one hand and haphazardly falling down with the other. Sometimes it got on your nerves how easy-going he was in these situations, but you focused on yourself and getting that little bit further. It didn’t help that Illinois didn’t like being brushed off.

“Maybe they lied, they’re just awful at climbing,” he pointed out, sliding down further.

“Be quiet.”

“But it’d make sense though.” Fiddling with the rope, he pulled it straight before jumping back even deeper than he had before. You were picking up the pace, still going carefully, but you didn’t want to lose the bet. “I mean, who goes on forums just to talk about their exploits?”

Ignoring the fact that you went on those forums, you wrapped a hand around his rope and brought him swinging below you. “Do you ever shut up?” you hissed before pushing him back.

He stayed there for a moment, thoughts running through his head that you weren’t aware of, until he laughed, “What, like you?”

“Yeah, like me.”

“I’m further than you, maybe you should follow my lead.”

Illinois was acting like a child, as he was want to do in those games, and you were split between entertaining him with a petty argument and keeping quiet. You knew it was smarter to leave him to it, let him monologue to his heart’s content, but there was a small part of you that wanted to spit back – and an even smaller part of that liked the argument. It was a part that liked the constant banter, where it was natural and came to you like a bird learning to fly. It was fun, admittedly, so you allowed yourself this little treat.

You replied, “If I followed your lead, we’d both be dead by now.”

“Oh, and who got us through those first two traps?” He clambered over to your side, leaning in just to point at himself dramatically. “Me.”

“You needed two people for the plates.”

“Stuck, but not dead.”

Now, you stayed silent, having come to a particularly slippery part of the wall. There were little-to-no holds scattered about, and the ones that were present were tiny and crumbling. Your eyebrows ruffled and you felt around for a better place to stick your hand. You found none. So, you’d have to jump it, or keep going across the wall to find some better place. With the bet in mind, although you knew it was dumb to put it before your own safety, you took a deep breath in and pushed away.

It was only a single second that you fell for, but that didn’t stop you hearing a sharp gasp from Illinois. Really? Had you managed to get the Illinois to fear for you. Maybe you should do that more often, and you tested the water by dropping for one more second. A smile graced your mouth when a vague ‘don’t’ met your ears, accompanied by the scrambling of stone and metal as your partner fell down next to you.

Risking a glance towards him, you noticed that the look of mischief was accompanied by a fresh hint of concern. It was wrong, but you took pride in that, like the first breath on a crisp, spring morning.

Illinois hid his expression beneath the rim of his hat. In his mind, he was hoping that you didn’t notice, but he wasn’t as dumb as you were led to believe; he knew you knew, and he knew that was bad. Not because he didn’t want you to be able to know – was he thinking ‘know’ too much? - but because he didn’t want his macho-confident façade to crack. He had worked to get this reputation up, especially with you, and he had been maintaining it quite well ever since he had met you. Now, here he was, getting all worried for someone he knew well enough would be fine no matter what was thrown your way. He couldn’t help it; it was like a natural instinct to be concerned for you. It didn’t stop him from putting you in those situations, reason amongst them because he loved seeing you rugged and worried for him, too. Instead, he focused more on keeping you out of immediate danger, and this was definitely immediate danger. That, and it would be boring without you! Call him a child, but having good company was the make or break of anything good you can do in your life.

And one way to make good company was to tease them relentlessly.

“Go on,” Illinois prompted, “when have you ever gotten us out of trouble with your ‘keep calm and listen to me’ policy?”

“The Church of Dawsit,” you were quick to answer. He had to admit, bringing an antidote for the most common form of poison was smart, and he would only have one arm if not for you.

Still, he replied, “Okay, that was one time, I’ve saved us plenty more.”

“Retneh’s Lagoon, Match-Fire, the Damned Catacombs, that one week in Washington DC—” A scuffle of rocks interrupted your boasting, bringing Illinois down with them. His boots first, then his pants, then his loosely done up shirt disappeared into the darkness, swallowed up and spat out into swaths of fear. His hat was the only thing visible as you shot out a hand to catch him. Impulse, the very thing that saved Illi one more day in the sun when he clamped his own tanned fingers around yours. Your breath caught in your throat, you felt the slime from earlier part the way between your skins, so you acted without a thought. It might’ve spelled doom had you not heaved him to your chest, wrapped an arm around his waist and pushed him against the wall. In any other circumstance, you would have blushed, but you were too preoccupied with stabilizing Illinois before he could slip any further. A knee between his legs and a tug on his rope was the most you could do while you waited for his mind to catch up.

“—and now,” you finished.

Your breaths combined in the air in front of, you only now noticing the distance between you had steadily thinned. It would be so easy just to lean those few centimeters closer, join your lips and let your heartbeat stay floating at a precarious 110 beats per minute. The situation between you two felt right, but the circumstances – suspended above a thirty-foot drop and barely held up by a single rope – did not. However, you couldn’t back up just yet, so you stayed there, waiting in a limbo painful enough to have you chewing on your cheek, while Illinois got his bearings. Not that this was helping him focus on his safety right now, in fact, it might have been counter-productive with the fog that clouded his mind. But it didn’t take much brains to act on instinct.

“Aww, look who cares about me.”

And he ruined it. You let him swing back to his original space, turned your face away and hid the embarrassment rearing its dirty head.

“Just admit it, babe, it’ll be easier.”

“Nope, never gonna happen.”

“So, you do care, you’re just not gonna say so.”

“Oh my God.”

It was weird to think that all happened over the course of twenty minutes but, when you got to the very bottom, all you remembered was a blur. Time spent with Illinois had a penchant for doing that, but, notably, the very man was standing with his arms crossed and that cocky smirk on his lips when you touched ground after him. You tried to ignore him, pushed him aside as you moved on, but he hummed a tune just inches behind you, almost standing on your heels. If you slowed down a fraction, he would bump into you, and you’d be in some new mess of your own creation. Because that was what the fall was – it was your fault that you had gotten so intimate. Sure, you could have let him drop, but what kind of person would you be? A monster, an idiot, nothing good. So, you really had no choice at all, but pulling him so close? Rooky mistake, given your troublesome feelings for him.

Drawing a hand to your eyes, you attempted to scrub away the memory of him pressed against the wall. This was horrible, and you couldn’t even escape to your own room because, like always, you had booked one to share! Your mind battled over the correct course of action, one side arguing that you should just cut ties right now, you should hoist yourself back up those ropes and figure out your own way home. The other side though, surprisingly logical for the one that blushed to high heaven, whispered in your ear like a cartoon devil. Why limit the time you had to spend with Illinois optionally? He was a good-looking guy, a charmer and anybody would be lucky to have him, so he’d be snatched up sooner or later. It would be dumb to dump potential happy moments just to be less sad later.

You agreed, thankfully, with the latter side of you, and you sped up towards the next obstacle.

Behind you, though, Illinois stopped still. He had never been more grateful for his hat to block his face, because the brightness of his cheeks would put the red sea to shame. He had just gone over this! Keep the cocky façade up and he’d be fine, but he just had to go and slip on whatever the hell that was and get into… that scenario. Oh, and he’d be thinking about that for months to come, probably years. The man wanted nothing more than to keel over and calm down, maybe drown himself in the rivers still at his side. He knew he had to follow you, and, when he focused his vision, he saw you turn a corner in the distance, causing him to pick up the pace with an awkward chuckle. He’d follow you but don’t even think of trying to get him to face you.

Just steps ahead of him, you came to a stop. A crossroads halted your steady march and left you wondering which way to go. Illinois appeared at your side in silence, crossing his arms and inspecting, too, each direction. The left was raised, like rocky, natural steps that headed towards a glimmering light in the distance, while going right meant following the stream puddling at your feet. More greenery thrived over there, but it was cramped compared to the other one. To you, the choice was obvious, and Illi seemed to come to a decision, as well.

“Left.”

“Right.”

Your eyes met for a brief second, questioning glances melting into surprise at your disagreement while you tried to discern whether he was just messing with you. After a few seconds of staring, you realized that he wasn’t.

While Illinois was panicking, wondering bleakly if you noticed his flustered state, you opened your mouth, closed it again, and then stepped backwards.

“You want to go towards the light?”

His irises dashed around the constraints of white as he thought. In truth, he didn’t want to go left, it was obviously just another way out, but he also didn’t want to risk you seeing him clearly. The shadowing ledges and irregular walls gave him the perfect cover but going right meant you getting closer and closer and closer – to the point that you would be backs against the walls, facing each other and sharing the same breath. Illinois wasn’t sure his heart could handle it.

“Yeah,” he mumbled before pretending to be confident, “everyone knows bright lights lead to good things.”

“That is objectively not true—"

“But if you want to go right, then that’s fine. We’ll just see who chose the better option later.”

You stared blankly at him, crossed between thinking he was being an idiot and wondering if there was something more to it. Most adventures you went on with Illinois had him begging to go further in, taking insane risks just for the idea of getting more treasure, and yet there he was. He stood in front of you, hip out and arms crossed, that half-assed smirk on his lips so he looked surefire of his decision.

You couldn’t imagine him really wanting to go left – and you were correct, unbeknownst to you – which meant it was a different reason. Racking your brain for a solution, you didn’t notice, not that you would be able to in the darkness, the sweat collected on Illinois’ forehead, nor the reddening of his ears, twitch of his smile. He hoped silently that you just went right on your own, give him some space to deal with the fluttering of his heart when you looked at him like… like that. Eye half-lidded and overcast, suspicion clear in the glints that normally held determination and a small bit of fatigue.

But they disappeared, shattered into a million pieces, when you landed on a reason why he wanted to separate.

It was because you had fucked up, and you had fucked up big time. Swinging him against the wall, what the hell was that about? You had messed everything up with a single movement, and now, Illinois wanted nothing to do with you. He was going to abandon you in the cave system, leave and never come back. You’d end up finding some useless treasure and return to the hotel, return to an empty and cold room with nothing but the clothes on your back and the stupid jewel – or whatever it was, because you, being the love-addled idiot that you were, had blindly followed your partner to one of the most dangerous locations to have ever been discovered! You weren’t even sure if the thing at the end of the tunnel was worth anything. Illinois had always been an adrenaline junkie, was that all this was for? Was that what you had wrecked your relationship over?

You twisted on your heels and started down the right path. Being in the same air as Illi was a death-sentence for you, so you had to get out of there as soon as possible, even if that meant the nail in the coffin for a chance to fix anything. It wasn’t like it would matter, anyway, and you’d only do more damage the longer you stayed. God, you were such an idiot, you could have done anything but that. Not stuck your hand in that weird sludge nest, not pulled him closer, not gotten into an argument, not flirted with him! Even though you had said that you had accepted your position, everything little thing you did sabotaged the very idea. You would never be able to move on like this, but you weren’t sure you wanted to. Too bad you had no choice, now. It was your fault. There was no one to blame but yourself.

Illinois watched you go. Sure, he wanted to go different ways, but the way that you left was… it didn’t seem right, it settled in his stomach like forgotten food in a fishbowl, mushy and powdery and just wrong. It felt terrible to disagree with you, but it felt like someone was pressing on his heart when your footsteps faded away. His hand moved unconnected from his brain towards the right.

Pulling his hat over his forehead, after having removed the sweat building, he followed through with going left. It wasn’t as if he could chase after you, he’d look desperate, and, what’s worse, wrong. He obviously was, but that wasn’t the point. No, he had to keep going, or he’d face the consequences of, well, your actions.

On the other side of the wall, so close that, at times, you could hear Illinois’ footsteps above you, you marched mechanically. You were deep in thought, and your body was put on autopilot to allow your mind to run free. You had a lot to consider with this new development in your relationship; what had to change, what you needed to do, even what you would say to Illi the next time you saw him. If you ever did again.

The problem was that you loved Illinois, and there was no way around it, but the things that made you love him were what kept you from admitting your feelings. He was daring in every situation, always willing to go the extra mile for what he wanted – that also meant he didn’t know when to stop because things were getting too dangerous. He was able to improvise in social areas without hesitation, which majorly reflected in the bars, when he’d shoot his shot at anything that looked his way. You trusted him with your life, but… there was no but to that one, it was the plain truth. You trusted him with your life, and you trusted him to not abuse the power.

The only question was if he trusted you back? That conversation on the wall, him refusing to admit that you had saved him. Was the resistance just because he didn’t think you could do it again and the only times you had flukes? Hell, it was painful to think back on him saying he could do all of this alone.

All that was to say, you couldn’t do anything now. Maybe this was for the best. You could go home, spend more than a week in one place, choose your own adventures for once.

Disregarding the almost-lethal pain that stabbed at your gut for your decision, you trailed along the stream into darkness.

Finding the treasure was no easy task, only bolstered by the tense silence between the two of you. As it turned out, the paths led back to the same place, a little circular patch of open air and rock that extended in just one direction. A bit tight of a fit for a tunnel, but you had already made up your mind. You’d get the treasure, leave, and never come back. Illinois didn’t try to make conversation either, save for the light, shaky and ever-so-awkward smirk he tried to send your way. You ignored it, ignored him, and kept going forward.

Illinois, albeit confused and worried for what could have happened to you in that tunnel, followed suit.

At the very end of the cave system, maybe eight kilometers from where you had started, you saw a light. It wasn’t as striking as the one Illinois had been headed for – the tunnel leading to it having also split into two directions – but it was definitely bright enough for a cocky told-you-so grin to appear on your par- Illinois’ face. You would have laughed but you were too tired to think about the irony.

That made it all the weirder when you stepped into a grotto. Your boots sunk into layers of tacky moss, squelched as water trickled onto the leather and drenched your laces. Sticks and weeds stuck up from underneath, but a vague path travelled from the entrance to a platform some steps above you. It appeared as though it belonged to some ancient civilization, or a temple ran by cultists. It was to be expected, really, with the trend you’d been seeing in your adventures recently. The greenery was a nice change of pace, you thought.

And, while Illinois could appreciate the beauty of plants surviving where they shouldn’t be able to, he was more focused on, well, you. You weren’t frantically listing all the special features you noticed, pointing out every detail of a type of tree or bush. You weren’t excited about any of this, and it had him biting his lip in concern. Was something wrong? Did he do something wrong? Had pushing you in a different direction hurt you that much that you lost all interested in this place. He remembered your smile reaching ear to ear when you were researching the caves back in the jeep, so something had clearly changed. At one point or another, a lot of people thought Illinois was dumb, but social queues were his forte. Normally, considering that he had no idea what was going on with you.

He could only trail distantly behind you. With the treasure so close, the adventure coming to a close and allowing a new one to take its place, he should have been happier. But, without you, the spark was gone, just some dirt thrown about by wind and the tap of shoes against brick.

The treasure was stereotypical, you believed as you approached. A golden box, shimmering in flickering torch-light, that was bound to hold priceless lumps of jewels. You could sell those easily, pawn them off or hold them above people’s heads with bravado. Really, you didn’t care what become of them, as long as it meant this whole ordeal was over. Finally.

God, you wanted to be happy. You wanted to feel free and unburdened, but the weight on your shoulders that had been building up after the disagreements you two had was getting unbearable. Now, you were just bored.

Not even the surprise of an amethyst key piqued your interest.

Illinois glanced over your shoulder, moved to stand next to you, and gripped the key in his hand. At least you didn’t flinch. He could have laughed; not even a few hours ago, that would have been an insane thing to be glad about. You had both been fine back then, but things could change so quickly.

“You wanna find out what this goes to?” he asked, trying to keep up the bravado that used to come so naturally to him. It was harder than rolling a boulder up a wall.

You didn’t answer him, not even with a look. A few seconds passed with only the inconstant drip of water as background, and then you were passing back down the steps right by him. Illinois felt like he should say something, he wanted to ask what was wrong and apologize if it was his fault – but you were gone through the tunnel before he could think to open his mouth. He gripped the strap of his satchel to find comfort, but there was little left in sunburnt leather. Questions ran rampant through his mind, pessimism overtaking his normal positive ideas. He may have not expressed it all the time, but Illinois liked to look on the bright side of things. This, though, had no bright side.

He ran after you, skipping two steps at a time until he bounded out of the structured area and into the system. Your boots were distant, but they were aided by the echo, so he fastened his pace. Hopping over vines, kicking loose rocks, ducking under lowered ceilings – it was difficult to keep a steady speed, and he managed it only after you started to slow down. He had half the mind to talk a leisurely stroll and just let you calm down, but he didn’t want to lose you, and he knew that if you got out before him—

Steps trickling to a halt – yours fading into the rocks.

Illinois stopped dead in his tracks.

He didn’t want to lose you.

He didn’t know what that meant exactly, but he had a pretty good guess. He’d had the lecture from his mother back when he was at home, he’d had the talks with his father, he’d had the high school sweetheart thing, he’d had it all.

He’d never had this before.

And – this was something he’d only ever admit to himself in the crevices of his mind – he was scared.

The reputation of Illinois Jones was not a hard thing to find out about; half of any town’s population could have been seduced by him, and the other half pissed that he’d left so suddenly. The adventuring community told stories about his exploits to newbies, and when they spoke, more people would interject with encounters they’d heard, too. It was like he was a cryptid in every place he went, some mythical siren-like creature that people lusted and loathed.

And he was scared that you wouldn’t want that. Sure, you’d been partners for three years, which felt like thirty now, but romance? That was different. He wasn’t used to it; it didn’t come as naturally as it did pure flirting. Flings after work in bars were easier than candle-lit dinners on a balcony. You deserved the best, and he just wasn’t it.

Illinois was dragging his feet out of that cave system when the sun was setting, fifteen minutes after you had emerged with a groan. Fatigue coated your bones, drilled holes, and connected them with metal. You were stiff and annoyed and you wanted to get back to the hotel as soon as possible. At least you were able to rest alone in the jeep for a couple minutes.

The jostling of the vehicle had you lazily opening your eyes, only closing again when you saw it was Illinois climbing into the driver’s seat. You removed your feet from the dash and stared out the window. Nothing was said, not a word exchanged, as you retreated from the caves and towards the hotel you had booked. You remembered making sure there was a bar there, having assumed you’d get back with celebration on your minds, so you knew where Illinois would go first of all. Some more time to think then, pack and get out of there without him knowing.

Because that was the question, wasn’t it? Would you be able to stomach abandoning Illinois, when he was probably too drunk to be able to get back to the room alone?

You bristled; he’d find a way, and that way was most likely going to be with a handsome and/or beautiful patron.

With that assurance in your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder why it still stung so much.

The bar stool was rickety, threatening to break under just half of his weight, as Illinois sidled into it. Constant chatter and laughter barely broke through whatever haze had been placed over him ever since you shuffled off to your shared room. You were obviously upset, and he was just centimeters away from grabbing your hand, but your boots left stains on the carpet that he stared at from the top of the stairwell. A sour taste was deserted in his mouth as he yelled out a ‘see ya’ that was never answered, so he was quick to swagger into the hotel’s bar, hoping to find relief.

He didn’t. Not with a shot of whiskey, not with a pint of beer, not with flirts and winks towards the residents of the hotel. These things normally cheered him up, but, when he thought back on it, there was something different now. You weren’t there, downing gin or whatever new cocktail was on the menu for the night, ignoring the drunkards who tried to get your number. Illinois would laugh, convince the bartender to give them some more drinks for free, and then cheer to your good health. Together. You were always together for the afterparty, and now that you weren’t, it was all wrong. You would stay quiet during these nights, and Illinois would do the talking, and yet he missed your subtle presence.

He could talk for hours about what you brought – the breathy laughs into your drink when he made a corny joke, the rolls of your eyes when he flirted badly, how you let him swing his arm around your shoulder when he got too into it – but there was no one to talk to. He was sure potential partners wouldn’t want to hear about the person he was sharing a bed with.

Oh, no, he had to make it up to you.

He couldn’t go a night sleeping in the same bed with bad blood between you.

He could deal a quiet car and being alone at the bar – really, he couldn’t, he was pretty sure he’d go insane if he didn’t leave soon – but eight hours breathing the same air as you? He’d rather throw himself through a window.

Illinois, scooping up two drinks of gin and coke that he did not pay for, rushed to stairs. People threw confused glances at him, but he could care less what they thought. For the first time in years, he was focused on one thing.

You.

So, he flew up the hotel’s levels until he got to yours, sprinted down the hallway and used all of his skills of balance and constitution to not spill a single drop. He was quite proud of himself when he arrived at your door, but he didn’t let the thought cloud his mind.

Pushing down on the handle with his elbow, he thanked the Gods above that it was unlocked, and burst in. Momentarily, panic flooded through him like one of Hercules’ labors. You weren’t in the room, and your bag hadn’t been unpacked. Half an hour after you’d arrived, and you still hadn’t gotten everything out? His heart quickened, blood ran to his cheeks and ears.

He was sure he would have collapsed had the curtains not fluttered just ever-so-slightly for him to see you. Outside on the balcony, wind rushing through your hair and calming the Texan heat on your forehead. He would have compared you to an angel had he not thought you were far above that.

Closing the door gently behind him with a foot, he swaggered steadily towards your figure.

You only noticed someone new had entered the room when the curtain was moved to the side, shifted so that Illinois could stand next to you. While you refused to look at him, you had no choice but to stay still when his arm brushed yours against the railing. It was cool, and it kept you thinking too much about just kissing him there and then.

“Some night, huh?” he muttered, the confident exterior melting away with the temperature.

You glanced away.

“Look,” he sighed, “I’m… I don’t know what I’ve done to make you mad, but I wanna know.”

Your neck twisted so quick that you thought it had cracked. “You didn’t do anything, I just,” you trailed off. It was difficult to put it into words, ones that he could understand, at least, but you would try. “I just realized something, and it’s changed some things.”

“What was it?” He sounded almost desperate.

“That this can’t work.”

And that desperation grew. “What do you mean this can’t work?”

This time, you fully stared into his eyes. The brown, as deep as a sea trench, swam with passion and fear and everything that you had fallen in love with. You couldn’t tell him that, but you wanted to. God, you wanted to so much that it hurt to keep your mouth shut.

“This… these adventures, these bars and this relationship,” you started to explain, “I can’t keep acting like I don’t have feelings for you, like I can sit and watch you risk your life and flirt with people and not feel bad about it.”

Illinois was stunned.

You might’ve been excited or said some remark about how you got the Illinois Jones to be stunned, but you didn’t, because you fixated on the widening of his eyes and the parting of his lips.

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m already planning on leaving—” You tried to turn away, but Illinois’ hands gripped your shoulders like a lifeline, keeping you in place before you could make it to the door.

You didn’t stop a vague pleading look to overcome your face – if he was going to do something, you wanted him to do it quickly and get it over with; let you go, yell at you, laugh, even! You just wanted him to do something.

And that thing that Illinois did do surprised you.

But you quickly melted into his chest, moved like a wave caressing a beach against his body. His lips were tainted with liquor, spritzed with the ashy smoke of the downstairs bar. He didn’t smoke – told you that it would be too bad to miss out on all those adventures just for a little down time – but the taste was something close to it. All in all, he felt like fire itself. Wonderful enough to sustain life, prized enough to risk your life for, and dangerous enough to die to. Perfect enough that you would want it.

You noticed it when Illinois’ lips shifted to a smirk against your own mouth, and you pulled his hat down in response. The laugh that escaped him sent shivers down your spine, only for you to press fingertips against his back and him to gasp on his own.

“Hey, babe,” he whispered, parting only for a second, before moving into the kiss again.

You hummed.

“You still owe me that favor.”

That had you drawing back. It let you see that playful grin you had to come to love, and the wink that you had come to affectionately despise.

Leaning to peck his lips once more, you fully stepped back – not without replacing your hands on Illinois’s shoulders first – and asked, “What do you want, then?”

Eyebrows rose, smiles exchanged, and, for your and Illinois’ dignity, no sleep was gotten for the rest of that night.

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When an isolated man living at the back of a desolate caravan park is visited by a desperate young woman seeking shelter from a violent storm.

As the savage storm worsens, these solitary souls begin to feel threatened - but who should really be afraid?

YOU'LL NEVER FIND ME, is directed by Josiah Allen and Indianna Bell, screenplay by Indianna Bell, starring Brendan Rock and Jordan Cowan, and coming to Shudder Mar. 22nd, 2024.

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My WVUD playlist, 1/11/2024

(Filling in on Java Time)

Vic Mars - The Obelisk Belbury Poly - The Path Peter Gabriel - Road to Joy (Bright-Side Mix) David Bowie - Lady Grinning Soul David Bowie - Cat People (Putting Out Fire) David Bowie - Loving the Alien (Single Remix) -M- & Gail Ann Dorsey - Space Oddity Metropolitan Jazz Octet - Changes (feat. Paul Marinaro) Filharmonie Brno, Dennis Russell Davies, Angélique Kidjo & Christian Schmitt - Philip Glass, Symphony No. 12 "Lodger": IV. Boys Keep Swinging Imany - Take Me to Church Dolly Parton - Wrecking Ball (feat. Miley Cyrus) Trevor Horn - Personal Jesus (feat. Iggy Pop & Lambrini Girls) Juliana Hatfield - Can't Get It Out of My Head Michele Thomas - Can't Find My Way Home Sleaford Mods - West End Girls The Fusion Syndicate - The Bottle (feat. Bootsy Collins, Brian Jackson, Carmine Appice & Fernando Perdomo) The Feelies - Sweet Jane The Gold Needles - Village Green Preservation Society Simple Minds - Colours Fly and Catherine Wheel (Live From Paisley Abbey) ABC - Poison Arrow (Live) Joni Mitchell - Help Me (feat. Celisse) (Live at the Newport Folk Festival, 7/24/2022) Brendan Perry - Sarabande (Live at The ICA) Scott Walker - Big Louise April Wine - Electric Jewels April Wine - Tonite Is a Wonderful Time to Fall In Love (Live) April Wine - Roller (Live 1982) Crack the Sky - Lady in the Lake Ana Frango Elétrico - Boy of Stranger Things

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“Si sientes que estás en un mar oscuro, quiero que sepas que tú también puedes tener la fuerza para ponerte en pie e ir hacia la luz"

-Brendan Fraser

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

March 18, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

MAR 19, 2024

It seems to me that the news tends to be slow on weekends during the Biden administration, while Mondays are a firehose. (In contrast, Trump’s people tended to dump news in the middle of the night, after Fox News Channel personality Sean Hannity’s show was over, which may or may not have been a coincidence.)

So, lots going on today as the Biden administration continues to make the case that a democratic government can work for ordinary Americans while Trump and his supporters insist that a country run by such an administration is an apocalyptic nightmare.

First, economic analyst Steven Rattner reported today that according to The Economist, since the end of 2019 the American economy has grown about 8%, while the European Union has grown about 3%, Japan 1%, and Britain not at all. Rattner and economist Brendan Duke reported that entrepreneurship in the U.S. is booming, with 5.2 million “likely employer” business applications filed between January 2021 and December 2023, more than a 33% increase over those filed between 2017 and 2019.

Economists Justin Wolfers and Arin Dube noted that, as Wolfers wrote, “[f]or the first time in forever, real wage gains are going to those who need them most.” Wages have gone up for all but the top 20% of Americans, whose wages have fallen, reducing inequality.

Federal Trade Commission (FTC) head Lina Khan announced that after the FTC challenged a set of AstraZeneca inhaler patents last September as being improperly listed, today AstraZeneca said it would cap patients’ out-of-pocket costs for its inhalers at $35, down from hundreds. Earlier this month, Boehringer Ingelheim did the same.

The Environmental Protection Agency today announced it was banning asbestos, which is linked to more than 40,000 deaths a year in the U.S. and was already partly banned, but which is still used in a few products. More than 50 other countries already ban it.

Also today, President Joe Biden issued an executive order to advance women’s health research to integrate women’s health into federal research initiatives, strengthening data collection and making funding available for research in a comprehensive effort to equalize attention to men’s and women’s health across their lifespans. The federal government did not require women’s health to be included in federally funded medical research until 1993. In a speech today, First Lady Jill Biden recalled that in the early 1970s, researchers studying estrogen’s effect in preventing heart attacks selected 8,341 people for the study. All of them were men.

Last month, First Lady Biden announced $100 million in funding for research into women’s health, and last Thursday Vice President Kamala Harris visited a Planned Parenthood clinic that provides abortion care in addition to breast cancer screening, fibroid care, and contraceptive care. She noted that women’s reproductive health has been in crisis since the Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade in June 2022, with women in some states unable to access the care they need.

Former president Trump, who is now the presumptive Republican presidential nominee, prompted some of the economic reporting I noted above when he tried to spark attacks on President Joe Biden by asking on social media if people feel better off now than they were four years ago. This was perhaps a mistaken message, since four years ago we were in the early days of the coronavirus pandemic. Supermarket shelves were empty, toilet paper was hard to find, healthcare professionals were wearing garbage bags and reusing masks because the Trump administration had permitted the strategic stockpile to run low, deaths were mounting, the stock market had crashed, and the economy had ground to a halt.

On this day four years ago, I recorded that “more than 80 national security professionals broke with their tradition of non-partisanship to endorse former Vice President Joe Biden for president, saying that while they were from all parties and disagreed with each other about pretty much everything else, they had come together to stand against Trump.”

Here in the present, Trump appears to be getting more desperate as his problems, including his apparent growing difficulty speaking and connecting with his audience, mount. Last week, in an interview, he echoed Republican lawmakers and pundits when he suggested he was open to cutting Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid, something Republican lawmakers try to avoid saying to general audiences because it is hugely unpopular. Trump has since tried to repair that damage, for example, when he insisted on Saturday that it was he, rather than Biden, who would protect those programs. (In fact, Biden has called for expanding the social safety net, not contracting it, and last year forced Republicans to back off from proposed cuts.)

Saturday’s speech illustrated the degree to which Trump’s rhetoric has become more profane and apocalyptic as he vows revenge on those he sees as his enemies. Campaigning in Vandalia, Ohio, for his chosen Senate candidate, Trump suggested that certain migrants “are not people.” Then he said he would put tariffs of 100% on cars manufactured in Mexico by Chinese companies for sale in the U.S., “if I get elected. Now, if I don't get elected, it's going to be a bloodbath for the whole—that's going to be the least of it. It's going to be a bloodbath for the country.”

By Sunday, Trump’s embrace of the word “bloodbath” had created a firestorm. Surrogates insisted that he was talking about the auto industry alone, but as scholar of rhetoric Jen Mercieca and legal commentator Asha Rangappa note, Trump is a master at giving himself enough plausible deniability for his supporters to claim that, as Rangappa put it, “he wasn’t saying what he was saying. I know what he meant. He knows what he meant. You know what he meant.” In the same speech Saturday, Trump called those convicted of violence on January 6, 2021, “hostages” and “patriots,” and has said he would pardon them, appearing to endorse violence to return him to power.

This morning, Trump’s lawyers told a court that Trump cannot come up with either the money or a bond for the $454 million plus interest he owes in penalties and disgorgement after he and the Trump Organization were found guilty of fraud in a Manhattan court earlier this year. The lawyers say they have approached 30 different companies to back the bond, and they have all declined. They will not issue a bond without cash or stock behind it. Trump's real estate holdings, which are likely highly leveraged, aren’t enough.

Last year, Trump said under oath that he had “substantially in excess of 400 million in cash,” and that amount was “going up very substantially every month.” Apparently, that statement was a lie, or the money has evaporated, or Trump doesn’t want to use it to pay this court-ordered judgment on top of the $91.6 million bond he posted earlier this month in the second E. Jean Carroll case.

Timothy O’Brien of Bloomberg notes that Trump’s desperate need for cash makes him even more of a national security threat than his retention of classified documents made it clear he already was. “[T]he going is likely to get rough for Trump as this plays out,” O’Brien writes, “and he’s likely to become more financially desperate with each passing day,” making him “easy prey for interested lenders—and an easy mark for overseas interests eager to influence US policy.”

This morning, Josh Dawsey of the Washington Post reported that Trump is turning to his 2016 campaign manager Paul Manafort to advise him in 2024. Dawsey notes that the campaign’s focus appears to be on the Republican National Convention in Milwaukee in July, which suggests Trump’s people are concerned that his nomination will be contested. Manafort has been known as a “convention fixer” since 1976.

Manafort is also the key link between the 2016 Trump campaign and Russian operatives. Manafort worked for many years for Ukrainian politician Viktor Yanukovich, who was closely tied to Russian president Vladimir Putin. When Ukrainians threw Yanukovich out of office in 2014, Manafort was left with large debts to Russian oligarch Oleg Deripaska. In 2016, Manafort began to work for Trump’s campaign. An investigation by a Republican-dominated Senate Intelligence Committee into the links between Trump’s campaign and Russia determined that Manafort had shared polling data from the Trump camp with his partner, Konstantin Kilimnik, who the senators assessed was a Russian operative.

In 2018, as part of Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation, Manafort was found guilty of hiding millions of dollars he had received for lobbying on behalf of Yanukovych and his pro-Russian political party, then getting loans through false financial records when Yanukovych lost power. A judge sentenced him to more than seven years in prison.

Trump pardoned Manafort in December 2020, shortly after losing the presidential election.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

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