#Nicholas Chavez Drabble

[fear-is-truth]

i literally just sat here for the last hour and read ALL of your charlie mayhew fics. you’re so incredibly talented!! please make more im BEGGING. maybe you could write some fluffy fics about nicholas chavez? just a thought lol. keep up the great work!!!

ahhh tysm angel ! i’m blown away by the fact that ppl like my writing, rlly gives me confidence as a non-native writer

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NICHOLAS ALEXANDER CHAVEZ is nestled between your legs, palms resting on your hips. lying on your back, you gaze up at the ceiling, a content smile gracing your lips as your boyfriend stares at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, like you’re the centre of his universe. and in reality, you are. he leans forward to rub his cheek against the inside of your thigh before pressing a tender kiss there. he tells you that you’ve worked so hard, that you deserve everything good in the world; let him take care of you. his voice is tender, reassuring, as he calls you his princess, his sweet angel, his good girl—pet-names that make your heart flutter every time you hear them. you reach down, fingers finding his hair, gently threading through it as you let out a small sigh. nicholas shifts slightly, taking your hand in his, and without a word, he starts kissing each knuckle, taking his time with each one. his lips linger on your skin, leaving behind a trail of warmth. as he does, you let out a soft giggle, ticklish. he looks up at you, a smile spreading across his face,“there’s that pretty laugh,” he beams, eyes twinkling. “you know, i’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

[melodramaslut]

the amber hues of the sunlight seeped through the partially drawn curtains, remnants from the night before taking shape in your dress and nicholas' kicked off shoes. sheets barely covered his naked torso, your own body huddled beneath the covers as you watched the way his chest rose and fell with every soft snore.

he looked etheral.

with a gentle hand you reached over, pushing a strand of hair from his eyes as he murmured in a sleepy state, "your hands are freezing..."

there was a chill in the room, a window still pushed open and left on a latch throughout the night. neither of you had noticed in amongst the tangling of your bodies, the consequences now causing goosebumps to ripple over your skin as you pouted playfully. it was payback for him always putting his cold feet on your legs, you figured, closing the space between the two of your bodies.

your lips ghosted his, almost teasingly before you pressed a singular kiss to the tip of his nose, "you know, you really shouldn't invite me on set if you don't want me to react."

voice trailing off you earned a grunt of humour from nicholas. you'd never been behind the scenes when he was filming before, holed up behind the various camera men as you watched him do his thing. with the inside of your cheek bitten raw you knew you wouldn't be able to take it much longer, hands on his stomach as soon as he was done as you gave him the lets go home eyes.

the vicar costume was strewn over the back of your vanity chair, making a mental note to get it dry-cleaned before he had to go back in. you could still taste his mouth on yours, your lips tingling with the thought of how hungry the kisses had felt. laced with the need to have you as close as you could be.

your hips still hurt from where his fingertips had dug into you, thighs still sore from how you'd been spread to accommodate him. his palm soothed over your upper arm as you snuggled into him, enjoying the solace that the morning after always brought.

"i need to get going soon—" nicholas' words were cut off by your lips on his. the kiss was soft, barely even moving at all. but it was enough to know the wind from his lungs and his statement to be forgotten about. a moan escaped his throat as you swallowed it back, your mouth opening against his without any invitation to do so.

if it wasn't for the ringing of his phone you would have contently carried on, losing yourself in the slight roll of his hips as he sighed to himself. pulling back from you was harder than it looked, nicholas' bed head complimenting the blush that had tinged his cheeks. eyebrows knitted he fought with the covers, letting them sit loosely at his hips as he steadied himself on his elbows — cursing as he read the name decorating his phone, "my attention is going to be elsewhere for a while my love but don't worry, i'll make it up to you... soon."

[luvaaikoo]

nicholas just gives soft dom energy

"c'mon ma," he'd whisper in a gravely tone, lifting one of his hands up to scratch his nails against the bottom of your foot that hung over his shoulder leisurely. he was doing that to annoy you. just as he had been annoying you for the past few minutes, tracing the outline of your small hole with just his tip as gently as he could, teasing you like crazy.

you whined quietly under your breath as you watched him crane his neck a little bit, placing a kiss on your dainty golden anklet before moving your foot down to put you in missionary. the wideness of his torso kept your legs spread open as he relined himself up with you.

his mouth dropped open as entered inside of you, the corner of his lips quirking up as he watched yours do the same.

he'd take his giant palm and lay it against the softness of your stomach, feeling himself harden in the area right beneath your navel. shakily, your smaller hand would reach up and your acrylic nails would graze against his skin as you attempted to get his attention.

"i know baby, i know," he shushed you as he nodded his head slightly, interlocking your fingers in his own. he'd grind himself down, relishing in the pretty sound that leaves your saliva-coated lips. with his face in the crook of your neck, he'd pepper small kisses there, tapping your lower back with his free hand to make you roll your hips up against his.

over and over and over again.

once he notices the pace of your breathing pattern pick up, he'll remind you of how good you feel, and how good you're doing for him.

"don't stop," he'll breathe out, his tongue poking out and his bangs messily falling in front of his eyes as you grinded faster. "please ma, you're killing me."

[erajunex]

The House of Sin. (part 1)

Rating: 18+ MDNI. You read at your own risk.

Pairing: Father Charlie Mayhew x housekeeper!fem!reader

Summary: Your very religious family decides to preserve you from the evil of the world by entrusting you to Father Charlie as his housekeeper. You’re welcome in the House of Sin.

TW (for this part): NSFW. SMUT. blasphemy; mentions and references to catholic themes (some of them are prob inaccurate sorry); reader is very religious (but not innocent); mentions of blood; graphic description of self-inflicted flagellation; masturbation; voyeurism; swearing.

a/n: English is not my first language, so please be kind bc this took me so long to translate (lol), if you wanna be added to the tag-list for the next part lemme know with a comment pls

Enjoy xx

Father Charlie Mayhew had always been faithful and devoted to the promises he made before God when he decided to please Him for the rest of his earthly life, and with the same devotion he always made an effort to spread love for God within his parish.

In his whole life, he never felt the slightest desire to act in opposition to the Lord's word, he never succumbed to temptation, and his spirit never entertained the idea of sinning.

He was the perfect servant, the best guide for his parish, and for the faithful whom the Lord entrusted to him.

Or at least that was what everyone believed about him, including your parents, who thought that offering you the position of Father Charlie’s housekeeper would be the best way to protect you from the vices and dangers of the outside world.

Your father was a strict and religious man who raised you with rules and discipline, so you accepted his decisions without question.

Father Charlie knew your family well and recognized your parents' honesty and devotion, so he had high expectations for you, and you would’ve met all of them.

The initial period of living together at his house was quite peaceful, and being with him felt comfortable from the very first day. You spent your days peacefully working for him, cleaning his house and the church, doing laundry, and preparing lunch and dinner. Nevertheless, you always found a moment for prayer. You shared everything with him and you were grateful and respectful at the point you considered him a master despite his young age.

You recognized your parents' admiration for him, and you shared it too because he was a decent man who cared for all his faithful and his mission as God's servant. He was charismatic, persuasive, and seemingly flawless. To be honest, his personality intrigued you. You had to admit that sometimes you found him charming, but those were just fleeting thoughts that you quickly pushed aside— till tonight.

It’s late at night; all the lights are off, and Father Charlie has retired to his room about an hour ago.

You’ve just finished washing the dishes and are getting ready for the night. As you prepare to head to the room he had assigned to you when you first arrived, a flicker of light and subtle noise from his door catch your attention as you walk through the hallway.

At first, you think it’s just a perception, but as your feet slow down until they stop in the hallway, you realize your ears are not wrong.

Driven by curiosity you approach the door slowly, trying not to make a sound as you peek through the half-closed door to see out what is happening inside his room. But, you know, sometimes curiosity can kill.

You freeze. Your jaw drops, and your eyes widen as they look straight at the scene being etched in your memory.

Father Charlie sits at the edge of the bed, fully exposed to your gaze, the soft light casting shadows on his bare skin. His back is turned to the painting of Jesus Christ hanging on the wall, a watchful presence above him from which he is trying to hide himself.

He’s panting. He’s completely naked. With one hand around his cock.

His eyes are closed and his slightly parted lips release soft moans of pleasure, the rhythm of his breath filling the quiet room. A sheen of sweat glistens on his naked body as he keeps moving his left hand at a rapid pace, trying to set himself free from the lustful thoughts that had taken over his body as soon as possible.

Your breath breaks.

You can’t believe it. Father Charlie has succumbed to the desire of the flesh, his soul becoming stained by a sin he should never have committed. Not him. Not a priest like him.

And without knowing, he‘s pulling you into the Devil’s claws with him.

Because no matter how shocked you are, and no matter how hard you’re mentally cursing yourself for being overcome by curiosity, your eyes are glued to his magnificent body and cannot tear themselves away from it.

You are expected to go, but you can't. You don't want to.

For the first time in your whole yet short life, you hear it. That voice. The voice of temptation.

You continue to stare at him with bated breath, wishing that show will never end.

"Ah, fuck..." he groans and you shudder.

A shiver goes straight to your core, and you immediately feel an urge to clench your thighs together to hold back an unusual tickle that you had never experienced so strongly before.

However, it is not sufficient.

Forgive me, Father… you think. Your cheeks redden with shame as the last bit of reason fades away from you at that precise moment your right hand goes straight under the cloth of your sundress, and just as if it has been guided by a dark and sinister force it sneaks between your legs, right in your cotton panties.

For I have sinned.

You aren’t used to touching yourself, and even if you had done it on rare occasions you'd never imagined doing it like this— secretly watching your priest as he does the same thing.

Soon you realize that something inside you is changing rapidly. It‘s just a tiny spark, but it can set your whole body on fire in no time.

And it’s all his fault.

Your fingertips slide between your already-soaked folds, coating in juices that flow out of you like a river, and then you start teasing yourself shamefully, trying to focus on the scene in front of you to avoid those pitiful and lonely voices that keep whispering to you to stop.

“Yes…” he licks his lower lip and for a brief moment you imagine how good, how pleasant it could be the feeling of his wet tongue on your skin, exactly where your hand is. It’s so, so wrong and you know it, but you can’t control yourself. It’s overwhelming.

His nudity contrasts sharply with the solemnity of the image behind him. He looks so vulnerable, so…

“So good…” he says between moans. You want to know what he’s thinking, what kind of images are guiding his imagination— if you’re part of them too.

His forearm anchors on the mattress to balance himself, and his hips buck against his hand to gain more friction.

“Oh, God…” his broad chest is heaving with every breath that escapes his lungs as you try your best to swallow every squeak, careful not to get caught right there.

Sweat covers his forehead, small drops sliding down his ecstatic face and neck, igniting your deepest fantasies while your fingertips rub at your clit in circular motions, mimicking the pace at which he’s stroking his length.

You can’t help but look at it. Thick and veiny, the tip red and leaking with precum, your pussy throbs around nothing at the mere idea of putting his whole girth in your virgin mouth and knowing how good it could taste.

The man bites his lips and you do it too in reflection.

You are a mess. Your trembling thighs are soaked by the juices dripping from your aching pussy as you frantically touch yourself. Your entire being lies completely under the tight grip of the Devil, ensnared in a web of darkness that seeks to control every thought, feeling, and action.

His strokes become erratic, and his eyebrows knit together in a mixture of pain and bliss. He is close… and in such a short time you are too. Your teeth bite your lower lip until it bleeds, in a desperate attempt to hold back a whine. But you don't stop. You will not do it until he will too.

All of a sudden, his hand stops. A guttural sound of satisfaction slips past his throat reaching your ears as he throws his head back and the orgasm washes over him.

The tight knot in your belly snaps and thousands of shocks invade your body from head to toe. Your vision goes blurry, your mind goes fuzzy and your knees get weak like jelly.

You’ve just reached the peak without even knowing it.

Thick ropes of his white seed spill from his throbbing cock, falling right on his palm and stomach.

Your mouth waters at the sight, you can swear that if only it had been possible you’d walk into that damn room and kneel in between his huge thighs just to lick him clean and suck the soul out of him, making him cum again and again and again.

For God’s sake, those thoughts will send you straight to hell!

Silence takes his moans’ place, and his eyes open slightly as his breathing searches for a more regular pace, just like yours.

You pull out your hand from your soaked panties. A wave of post-orgasmic sense of guilt crashes over you. You have just sinned. Right now is time to go to your room and get some rest, forgetting what have just happened and never thinking again about it, and yet your eyes and your feet are stuck right here, quivering for his next moves.

Everything has been so tempting and your body wants more.

He suddenly gets up from the mattress and makes his way towards the antique dresser next to the bed. A bowl full of water is on top of it, and he quickly dips both his hands inside of it to his wrists, washing away every sign of the sinful act he had just committed—unaware it’s happened in front of you.

From that spot, his body is perfectly exposed to your gaze, and your mind takes advantage of this to explore new, undiscovered places.

He‘s tall, radiant, and huge. He looks like a classical statue. His broad chest and chiseled abs seem to be sculpted in marble, just like his thick thighs and the strong and muscular arms he usually hides under the vestments.

He’s handsome.

Only the Lord knows what those arms are capable of, how those big and veiny hands would be able to touch and grab a woman’s body- your body. How good his mouth would be able to kiss you, bite you, lick you, satisfying the most private parts of you like no one ever did. If only he didn’t have to respect the vows of celibacy and obedience... if only he didn't choose to refuse lust and resist temptation for the rest of his life…

He wipes his hands with a clean towel near the basin, heavy breathing releasing from his lungs as if he wants to get rid of that slamming weight on his shoulders. The weight of the mortal sin he has just given into, the reason why he deserves to be punished— and maybe you deserve it too.

You see him going through the drawer and picking something before he lifts the wooden kneeler to the side. And when he approaches the bed again, you recognize the scourge in his hand.

Your heartbeat down faster as soon as you realize what’s going to happen. Father Charlie places the kneeler in front of the bed, exactly where he was before, and turnes his back to you, revealing his broad shoulders and his back previously tortured by the hits he self-inflicted with the tool he’s now placing on the sheets.

A bunch of shivers flood your body from head to toe, trepassing your spine. You see the still-opened wounds and cuts on his pale skin, the clear signs of every time he sinned and begged for forgiveness.

He kneels and firmly takes the scourge in his right hand. Seven cords, seven barbs for the seven deadly sins, and seven virtues.

The mortification of the flesh.

It‘s the only way to deaden his sinful nature and bring back his focus to the only thing he pledged to honour even after his bodily death.

He rests his elbows on the board, with his back straight as he looks at the white wall in front of him, his eyes filled with certainty and confidence.

He stands right there unshaken, keeping you on edge for his next move before his lips parts and he speaks.

"Merciful Lord, I come before You seeking forgiveness and healing" with a rapid flick of his hand he whips himself violently, making you gasp in shock. You hear him holding his breath, trying his best not to cry and scream from pain, and then he spakes again.

"f-for the sin of lust that… dwells within me." another lash, another flinch from you. Cords are already leaving marks and bruises, you can feel how much they sting on his skin and on his previous wounds as the sharp edges sink on his back mercilessly.

"I confess m-my weakness in giving in to… impure desires" his stomach jolts in pain, and his dilated pupils stare blankly at the painting on the wall as his lips tremble with each syllable "and… indulging in lustful t-thoughts and actions t-that offend… You."

A lot of blood starts gushing out from his wounds, staining the cords with a bright red color.

You cover your mouth in shock. You can see the pained look on his face, pleasure has completely abandoned his now-suffering body that‘s writhing at the feeling of those rusty barbs tearing his flesh apart at every whipping, painting the cold floor with the spatters of his own blood.

Father Charlie is asking for forgiveness, pleading the Lord to save him and have mercy on his damned soul, because he is aware of the burden on his shoulders and he wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

And the only way to regain his purity is through suffering, through that physical pain that can purify both his body and soul, leaving him weak and miserable like a dazed sailor who lost his compass and cannot find the horizon.

"Purify my heart" he barely mutters, too exhausted "renew my mind" his forearms lost their grip on the rubbed wood of the kneeler forcing him to cling to it as strength slowly leaves his body. You watch him with an alarmed look on your face, worried about his state "and sanctify my body as Your temple."

A final statement spoken with a broken voice before Father Charlie immediately collapses on the wooden structure, visibly in a worn out state. Spurting blood stains his bare back, his eyelids squeeze trying to kill the pain of that one last whip that completely slashed his flesh.

You accidentally step back with your left foot, producing a nearly undetectable noise that forces you to lean your hand against the wall to keep balance in an attempt not to get caught. Too late.

Father Charlie turns around quickly, towards the door he previously left slightly ajar. His gloomy eyes meet yours even if shrouded in darkness. Your heart stops in your chest, becoming like a stone falling into a bottomless pit.

Shit.

a/n: part 2?

[greengoblinswifey]

Having a real sex scene with Nicholas Chavez.

Nicholas and you had always had an undeniable spark, the flirting between you two often crossing the line of professional boundaries. But today, it felt different. The scene was simple enough, a hot kiss, a slow build leading to the sex scene on screen, but as the director called, you both shared a glance that said more than words ever could.

It wasn’t the first time you'd worked together, but today felt charged, like the line between acting and reality was about to blur.

“Ready?” Nicholas asked.

You nodded, stepping closer to him, the weight of the moment settling between you. The director, who had always been a friend, gave a knowing smile, adjusting the camera and waiting for the cue.

The first kiss was soft, the chemistry undeniable. As his lips pressed against yours again, this time more urgently, a spark ignited between you. You melted into him, his arms wrapping around you sending a wave of excitement. There was no more acting now—it was just the two of you, caught up in the moment.

“Are you sure about this?” Nicholas whispered between kisses, his breath warm against your lips, his hands moving to squeeze your ass.

“Yeah. I think we both are.”

The director gave a soft chuckle, sensing the shift, but said nothing. She trusted both of you to navigate this moment with respect.

Nicholas deepened the kiss, falling back onto the bed and pulling you on top of him as you both forgot where the script ended and real feelings began. The world outside the small set faded away. You weren’t supposed to actually ride him—they would angle the camera in a way making it appear that you were but that was completely forgotten.

You hurriedly removed each other’s clothes and you took ahold of his hard, leaking cock, angling it at your entrance.

“Ride me,” he growled, just as the script said.

You lifted yourself up, your bare ass surely to show on camera then sank down onto his cock. He leaned up, his hand wrapping around your throat as you bounced on his cock.

“You’re so big,” you moaned. That wasn’t apart of the script.

Your bounces grew more frantic and he fucked up into you, his breathing growing heavier and his balls tightening as the dam was about to burst.

“So fucking sexy on top of me like this,” he murmured, adding more pressure around your neck.

The director stood, jaw agape, watching as you shook in his arms, your orgasms washing over you as you held onto each other.

“Good fucking girl, fuck,” he panted.

The sound of the director’s voice broke through the charged atmosphere. “C-cut! Um, you didn’t have to, uh, great job, guys, t-take 20.”

The director stuttered, clearly flustered by the unexpected intensity, and quickly looked down at her clipboard, trying to regain composure. You buried your face in Nicholas’ neck, unable to help the soft laugh that escaped your lips.

“God, I’m so embarrassed,” you muttered, a mix of laughter and nerves as you pulled back from him, still trying to catch your breath.

Nicholas chuckled softly, his hand resting on your as ass he gave it a squeeze. “Don't worry about it,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Wanna continue this back in my trailer?”

[ethereangel222]

all yours

© @nicholasachavez

nicholas alexander chavez & cooper koch x reader (anyone can read!)

part ii | part iii premise Caught in a passionate, unconventional relationship, Y/N navigates the love and desire between two very different men.

cw suggestive

Reblogs are highly appreciated.

PART I

The three of you had always had this easy, unspoken rhythm. Nicholas with his playful charm, always quick with a joke, and Cooper with his quiet, more thoughtful presence, the two of them balancing each other out. And then there was you, somehow finding your place between them, where their differences and similarities intertwined in ways that made your heart race. It wasn’t something any of you had planned, but here you were, in Nicholas’ apartment, the city humming outside the window, the soft glow of candles flickering around you.

Nicholas leaned back against the headboard, his dark eyes watching you both with that familiar teasing smirk. His fingers played lazily with the hem of your shirt as you sat between him and Cooper, his touch warm and grounding. “You’re too quiet tonight,” he spoke softy, brushing his lips against your ear. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

You felt Cooper shift beside you, his hand resting on your knee, thumb gently stroking circles into your skin. Unlike Nicholas, Cooper didn’t need to fill the silence with words. His presence spoke enough. Steady, comforting, always there when you needed it. His eyes flickered to you, and there was that shy smile of his that always made your heart skip.

“I’m just…” You trailed off, glancing between them, feeling the heat of both their gazes on you. It was moments like these, when the reality of being caught between them, of being theirs, felt almost overwhelming. “I don’t know… maybe I’m still trying to wrap my head around how lucky I am to have both of you.”

Nicholas chuckled, his hand sliding up your side in a lazy, sensual way that had your breath hitching. “Lucky, huh?” He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck, his lips warm against your skin. “I think we’re the lucky ones.”

You tilted your head back slightly, giving in to his kiss, but your hand sought out Cooper’s, needing the grounding touch of his fingers lacing with yours. Cooper’s lips curled into a soft smile as he watched Nicholas work his magic, his own hand gently squeezing yours. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek, his lips brushing against your temple in a featherlight kiss.

“You’re everything we didn’t know we needed,” Cooper whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. He was never one to push, always patient, always letting Nicholas lead when it came to these moments. But when he spoke, his words had a way of sinking deep into your heart.

The dual sensations of Nicholas’ lips on your skin and Cooper’s hand holding yours sent a wave of warmth through you. It was overwhelming but perfect, like you were caught between two flames. One burning hot and fast, the other slow and steady. You let out a soft breath, feeling the weight of their affection settle over you like a warm blanket.

Nicholas’ kisses grew more heated, his hand slipping under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin. “You’re ours,” he murmured against your neck, his tone low and possessive in a way that made your pulse race. “Don’t forget that.”

Cooper shifted beside you, his hand moving to cup your cheek, turning your face toward him. He kissed you softly, his lips gentle and careful, the contrast to Nicholas’ fiery touch making your head spin. “We’re right here,” Cooper whispered against your lips, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. “Always.”

The connection between the three of you felt electric. Nicholas, with his playful grin, tugged you closer, pulling you fully into his lap while Cooper pressed in from behind, his fingers trailing down your arms in a way that made you feel surrounded, cherished. They were both so different, yet somehow, they completed each other — and you.

Nicholas’ lips found yours, his kiss hot and demanding, while Cooper’s hands moved in slow, sensual patterns along your skin, his touch a quiet reminder of the depth of his feelings. You moaned softly into Nicholas’ mouth, your hands tangling in his hair, but when you pulled back for breath, you turned toward Cooper, needing to kiss him too.

Cooper’s kiss was always more tender, more deliberate, as though he was savoring every second of it. He cupped your face in his hands, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, feeling Nicholas’ hands still on your hips, holding you tight between them.

“You’re ours,” Cooper murmured, echoing Nicholas’ earlier words. He rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “And we’re yours.”

Nicholas smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder, his hands sliding under your shirt again, sending shivers through you. “I think it’s time we showed you just how much that means.

Before you could respond, Cooper turned to Nicholas, his expression soft but determined. There was a moment of silent understanding between them, a lingering tension. Then, to your surprise, Cooper leaned in, his hand resting on Nicholas’ cheek as he kissed him.

It started slow, tentative. But soon, the kiss deepened, the air between them charged with the same heat that had enveloped the three of you. You watched, breathless, as Nicholas responded eagerly, his hands gripping Cooper’s waist, pulling him closer.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them turned their attention back to you, eyes dark with affection and desire. Nicholas grinned, wiping his thumb across his lips, while Cooper gave you that shy, endearing smile that you loved so much.

And in that moment, surrounded by their touches, their kisses, their love, you knew you were exactly where you belonged.

[blackynsupremacy]

NICHOLAS’ CHAIN

HEADCANONS

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!reader

summary: you love when nicholas sports his signature accessory of his chain, but he loves it on you more.

contains: lots of words, sfw, a bit of suggestiveness, some swearing, cute couple stuff, fluff, established relationship, you and nicholas being mushy and obsessed with each other (ya’ll make me sick), texting: reader, nicholas.

taglist: @sabrinasopposite @supaprettyg @gxuxhdjdu @elitesanjisimp @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @hnch33rios @stereotypicalbarbie @rosiestalez @ellethespaceunicorn @camiesully @zombigrlll

• you loved a lot of things about your boyfriend, nicholas chavez.

• you loved his kindness, charisma, talent, affection, tenderness, and humor.

• let’s not forget that he’s foine. not just fine. foine.

• you really secured the bag with this sexy ass, six foot one cinnamon roll of a man.

• you especially loved his style!

• he definitely suits the casual/basic wear on a daily basis and he cleans up well when it comes to premiers and interviews.

• his closet consists of the usual t-shirts, jeans, sweatpants, flannels, ball caps, and sneakers.

• your favorite part of his style was his main accessory: his chain necklace.

• your personal favorites are his silver chain and golden cross chain.

• you want to jump his bones whenever he wears one with a dress shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top, a white tank top, or no shirt at all. god, it turns you on.

• both silver and gold compliment his skin tone so perfectly.

• it looks so amazing against his toned shoulders, neck, and chest.

• it hits different when you see him wearing them when you guys workout together.

• you couldn’t exercise like you wanted because you were distracted.

• we must stay focused!

• you’re shorter than him, so you notice that he rotates chains depending on his outfit.

• he has a collection in ya’lls room.

• the chains deserved a special place to be in, so you gift him a new jewelry box for his birthday and he’s so grateful for it.

• he does NOT want to lose any of his necklaces.

• when you cuddle, you always lay on his chest. he loves to watch as your fingers glide against the metal.

• if it’s a chain with a charm, like the cross necklace, you’d like to gently caress it between your index and thumb. you love the sleek, smooth texture.

•when you kiss him, you wrap your arms around his neck, placing your palm on the nape to softly grip the chain to pull him in closer to you.

• or you sometimes place your hands on his chest.

• if he’s bare chested during a heated makeout session, you’d move down to pepper kisses all around that area, and give a final kiss to the charm in the middle before your lips meet to dance with his again.

• bonus when your chest is against his and you feel the slightly cold metal press on your skin.

• just like you steal his hoodies and t-shirts, you sneak one of his necklaces every once in a while.

• one time while nicholas was away filming, you bought a new dress to wear to a premiere that you’re accompanying him to. when you tried it on, it was pretty low cut and exposed a lot of your chest area.

• it was missing something, so to fill in the gap, you put on one of nicholas’ chains. you took a picture of it in your full body mirror and sent it to him.

• • •

bookie, my dress came through! what do you think? ☺️

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absolutely stunning, y/n. 😍

god, you’re so sexy, sweetheart.

i’m gonna be the luckiest guy to have you by my side on the red carpet. 😩

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ty, baby! i’m so glad you like it. i was worried for a minute. notice anything different? 👀

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worried? you know that if you wore a hefty trash bag, i would still love it on you, right? 🫠

…no. did you do something with your hair? i want to make sure i notice that every time.

• • •

no, boy! 😂 bet, i’ll give you a hint. zoom in on my chest.

• • •

i’ve been looking at your chest, baby. 😏

• • •

nick, i’m being deadass, ya nasty.

• • •

okay, hold on. lemme look again.

wait

is that my cross chain?

omfg

you look so damn good! i wish that i could come home to see that in person. 😩🧎🏽

• • •

thank you! 😘

i’ve missed you so much it reminded me of you and idk if i told you this but…

nicholas, every time you wear a necklace, i go crazy. you be looking so good. 😍 i just wanna pull you by it, sometimes when we you know…

i need to stop. you’re at work and i don’t want to mess up your focus!

you’re gonna have to wait until the premiere. i’ll make sure to put it back after i’m done with it too.

• • •

well, fuck.

baby, i want you to keep it. i can always get another.

if i wanted anyone to have it, it’d be you, y/n.

you look so beautiful with it on…especially with that dress.

can’t wait to see it on without the dress.

• after that response, your face and…your body heat up. you put your phone down to take a long, cold shower. damn him.

• you borrowing his chains became a frequent habit.

• he’d always notice and he shows it by giving you the sweetest compliments.

• nicholas would hug you from behind, place his hands on your hips, and pepper kisses on the back and sides of your neck where his chain is.

• it makes your heart flutter everytime.

• ever since you told him about how good his necklace’s looked, nicholas would send you more shirtless or tank top pics, to make sure you see the necklace.

• he loves it when you pull him into a kiss by his necklace.

• his favorite is when you have on the gold cross. he adores the way it compliments your glowing, melanated skin.

• if you wore a low-cut top with the girls being nice and extra supported, he’d love to steal a glimpse or some kisses right at the crevice of your cleavage where the charm perfectly falls in.

• he bought you some his and hers matching chains for your anniversary. you thought that you were gonna burst in tears, you love this man. he’s so cute,it’s not even funny.

• they were on two, long silver chains with open hands at the charm and another circular one each with your first initials on it. the charms were magnetic, so when they came close, they’d immediately pull together as closer as possible symbolizing your love and your loyalty of this blissful relationship you share.

• he’s always checking to make sure you’re wearing your chain.

• the necklaces immediately connect when you kiss him.

• if you got on yours and he wore a different one, he’d immediately swap it out to match with you. no question.

• this, with nicholas alexander chavez, was all that you wanted, all that you needed, and it was all that mattered.

[niteskysx]

ghostface nac x reader

Warnings: psychological manipulation, stalking, established relationship ig?

(I wrote this in between appointments over the course of several months… haven't even properly edited this thing, idk how to feel about it. lmk 😭 also, it's not smutty at all, just a collection of drabbles filled with tension, I guess? sjdkejd)

The sound of your frantic breathing filled the quiet of your darkened living room. You pressed yourself against the wall, heart pounding as you clutched a lamp, your last line of defense.

Somewhere in the shadows, you could hear his boots against the floorboards. Slow. Deliberate. He was in no hurry. “I know you’re here,” his voice called out, low and taunting. “Come on out, sweetheart. We both know how this ends.” Tears blurred your vision as you pressed a trembling hand to your mouth, trying to muffle your cries. You’d seen his face—or at least his mask—at the scene of the crime. You’d been at the wrong place at the wrong time, and now he was here to silence you for good. A floorboard creaked nearby. You tried to bolt as fast as possible- “Ah, there she is!” he called out, his tone almost playful as he pursued you.

You ran blindly, crashing into furniture and stumbling in the dark until you reached the hallway. Just as you turned to glance behind you, his hand shot out, gripping your arm. You screamed, wrenching yourself free and stumbling backward, only to trip over a rug and fall to the floor.

You scrambled back against the wall, your knees tucked to your chest as he approached, his knife glinting in the faint light.

The sounds of your sobs filled the room, each breath a desperate gasp as you pressed yourself further into the wall.

The knife was still in his hand, but his posture had changed—no longer looming over you with the intent to kill, but kneeling down to your level, something softer in his eyes, though it remained guarded.

"Please," you gasped between sobs, your hands clutching the fabric of your shirt. "I don’t want to die. Please.”

But something shifted in him. His grip on the knife loosened, and he took a slow step back. For a moment, he simply stared at you, your tears streaking your cheeks, your body trembling like a frightened, frigid ittle thing...

Without a word, he reached up and removed the mask.

Your breath hitched.

He was too handsome to be a killer. His hair was a messy brown. His skin glowed faintly in the dim light, and his eyes—dark, intense—scanned your face with an expression you couldn’t read. He smelled of cologne and sweat, a mixture of danger and something oddly intoxicating.

He crouched down to your level, his hand lowering the knife to the ground, leaving it forgotten on the floor. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice soft now, almost tender. “Hey, it’s okay.”

Your chest heaved as you stared at him, confused and terrified. What was happening?

His eyes stayed fixed on you, his movements slow and deliberate as he leaned closer. You flinched, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he reached out, one hand softly grazing your cheek, wiping away a tear as he whispered, "Hey... it’s okay... it’s okay."

Your lips quivered as you tried to speak, but no sound came out.

“Shh,” he whispered, his thumb tracing your jawline, making you shiver. “It’s okay.”  You froze, unsure of what to do. His other hand’s thumb, almost without thinking, traced upon your top and bottom lip.

You didn’t move, your mind spinning as his face inched closer to yours. His breath ghosted over your lips, and you instinctively turned your head slightly, but his hand on your cheek kept you in place. He didn’t want to hurt you, not like this– not anymore. But why? 

“Hey,” he murmured again, his voice so soft now it almost broke you. “Look at me.”

Against your better judgment, you did.

 

“See?” he whispered, his lips barely a breath away from yours. “It’s okay… it’s okay.” He kept repeating it, over and over, like a mantra, as his thumb traced your lips more insistently, his touch growing more desperate and intimate.

You stared up at him, wide-eyed, confused, and fearful. Your voice trembled as you managed to force the words out.

"Wha—what are you doing?" your breath hitched, the confusion still heavy in your voice.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his eyes drifted down to your lips once again, and his hand slowly slid from your cheek to your jaw, fingers gently cupping your face.

Then, without warning, he leaned in closer, his lips brushed against yours in a hesitant, slow motion. You froze, your breath catching in your throat as his lips pressed more firmly against yours. He kissed you deeper then, a rush of heat flooding his chest as his tongue slipped past your lips. You gasped, a sharp sound escaping as you instinctively tensed at the sensation. The kiss, rough and hungry, was a sharp contrast to the gentleness he had shown moments before. He could feel your surprise to the kiss; the way your body stiffened, but he didn’t stop— his hands began moving to your neck, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with an intensity that startled even him.

The warmth of your breath mingled with his… The feel of your heartbeat against his chest as you let out a soft, surprised gasp before the kiss consumed you. The frantic beating of your heart mirrored his own, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, not when he was so consumed by the moment.

And in that brief moment, everything else- your fear, the trembling… the knife that was once in his hand—seemed to vanish entirely.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________

It had been days since he first broke into your apartment. Weeks, actually. Ever since that night, he had been showing up uninvited—always late, always in his usual Ghostface attire. Sometimes just to watch a movie, raid your kitchen, or talk. Other times… to do other things. 

The guilt was suffocating, growing heavier with each passing day. This had gone on for too long now. You had to tell someone. That the Ghostface killer—the masked murderer terrorizing the city—was your secret late-night rendezvous. And worse? You didn’t even know his real name!

So, you made a decision. If you couldn’t stop him, if you couldn’t stop yourself, then you could at least try to make sense of it all. Therapy was supposed to help with that, right? Surely, someone would understand.

You clutched your bag tightly as you entered the waiting room, nerves already frayed. This was supposed to be your safe space, the one place where you could untangle the chaos in your mind—especially after him.

But then, as if the universe itself was mocking you, he walked out of the office.

“Thanks, Dr. Goldman. I’ve never felt better!” he said, flashing an exaggerated grin, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Your heart plummeted. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

There he was, standing in the doorway, hands shoved casually into the pockets of his maroon leather jacket. When his gaze met yours, his smirk spread like wildfire.

“Well, fancy seeing you here,” he drawled, leaning lazily against the doorframe.

You froze, your entire body going cold.

“What… what are you doing here?” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

“Oh, just taking care of my mental health,” he said smoothly, mock sincerity lacing his tone. “Isn’t that what they say? Therapy is good for the soul.”

Dr. Goldman glanced between the two of you, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Do you two know each other?”

Nick didn’t hesitate. “Of course,” he said with an easy smirk. “We’ve got history, don’t we?”

You shook your head quickly. “No. We don’t.”

His grin widened. “Don’t be shy,” he teased, stepping closer. His voice dipped into something quieter, something meant just for you. “Tell him how close we’ve gotten.”

Your face burned, anger rising in your chest, but somehow, you couldn’t look away from his gaze.

Dr. Goldman cleared his throat. “Well, [Y/N], I’m ready whenever you are.” He stepped away awkwardly, sensing the tension. “I’ll be in my office.”

As soon as Dr. Goldman disappeared, Ghostface—or Nick, as you’d overheard him introduce himself—took a step closer to you, that cocky grin not leaving his face.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here,” he murmured, his tone casual, but his eyes—sharp, knowing—betrayed him. “But then again… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. After everything, I’d need a therapist too.”

You swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry. “W-what are you doing here? Are you following me?”

He feigned a look of offense before grinning wider. “What, you think I don’t have issues to work out? Come on, sweetheart, even psychos have feelings.” He leaned in slightly, the scent of his cologne—spice and danger—filling your senses. “But don’t worry. I’m cured now.”

Jaw clenched, you turned sharply, making your way toward the office—until you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist.

Gently. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to stop you.

Then, before you could pull away, he leaned in close, breath warm against your ear. His voice was nothing more than a whisper.

“Go ahead,” he murmured. “Tell him all about me.”

Your knees nearly buckled.

But you forced yourself to keep moving, stepping into the office with your entire body trembling.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________

You're curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, the soft hum of the TV filling the empty space around you. Your hair is pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands falling loose against your face. The house feels too quiet without your parents here—eerily still, like it's waiting for something. Every small creak of the walls settling makes your stomach tighten, every shadow in the dim light of the screen seems darker, deeper.

You try to shake the feeling, telling yourself it’s just your imagination. But then—

You hear a sound of the back door clicking shut.

Your entire body goes rigid. The kitchen.

Your breath catches in your throat as you strain to listen. Footsteps. Slow, deliberate. The unmistakable rustle of someone moving through your house.

Not again...

“Nice place,” his familiar, cocky voice called out from the kitchen.

Your stomach twists. No. No, no, no. How did he get in?

You shove the blanket off, your heartbeat a frantic hammering in your ears as you rush toward the kitchen. 

There he was, rummaging through the cabinets like he owned the place. His leather jacket hung loosely on his broad shoulders, and his fluffy hair was slightly disheveled. He radiated a casual arrogance that both terrified and infuriated you.

“What are you doing here?” you demand, your voice sharp, desperate to keep steady.

He doesn’t even look at you, instead pulling out a box of cereal, inspecting it like he’s making himself at home. “What does it look like? I’m hungry.”

He was getting under your skin. “You can’t just—just be here. You need to leave!”

Finally, he turns to face you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Relax, princess. Your parents are out of town, aren’t they? Won’t be back for…what, a week?”

Your breath hitches. “H-how do you know that?”

He shrugged, plucking a banana from the fruit bowl and peeling it. “I know a lot of things.”

“Get out,” you say, forcing even more steel into your voice, but it still shakes.

He takes a slow bite of the banana, leaning casually against the counter. Then, with an easy shrug, he says it—like a dare, like he already knows you won’t.

“Make me.”

You grit your teeth in anger and try to grab the stack of mail he had started flipping through, but he easily holds it out of your reach.

“Oh, no, no,” he says, pulling the envelopes further away. “Say please first.”

Your brows furrow. “What?”

His smirk widens as he leans closer, voice dipping into something low and teasing. “Say… please. Come on, you can do it. Please.”

She hesitated, blinking at him in disbelief.

“Come on,” he coaxed, holding the mail just out of reach. “It’s not that hard. ‘Please, mister terrifying murderer who broke into my house, stop opening my mail.’”

Your face burns as you mutter, “Please.”

“What was that?” He cups a hand to his ear, leaning in mockingly.

“Please!” you say louder, your voice shaking with anger and humiliation.

“Ah, there you go!” He hands you the mail, but not before brushing his fingers against yours just long enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Now,” he says, tone shifting from playful to something sharper, more curious. “What is it about you?”

Your pulse quickens. “What are you talking about?”

He sets the banana down and turns toward you fully, “You. What’s so special about you?”

You step back, bumping into the counter as he stalks closer.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, tilting his head like he’s studying you. “I don’t let people go. Ever. So what is it? What, you got some deep, tragic childhood trauma? Mommy didn’t love you? Daddy wasn’t around? There’s got to be something, right?”

You swallow hard, shaking your head. “What? N-no. Th-there’s nothing—”

“Or,” he interrupts, leaning in so your faces are inches apart, “is it just because I’m a guy? Because, yeah, I’ve got my moments, but this?” He gestures between you. “This isn’t me. I don’t do this. I don’t let people go. So what the hell is it? Hmm?”

His eyes flick down to your lips briefly before he steps back with a frustrated laugh, running a hand through his hair. “God, you’re such a headache.”

And just like that, he turns back to the cabinets, rifling through them like nothing had happened.

tags aka my lovelies: @lalavenderangel @violetidk @nicholaschavezslut69 @blackynsupremacy @motherismotheringggg @hoffmansgirl @greengoblinswifey @emluvsuxo @iamsebastiansstan @thekhloediary @blog-o-meter

[dottieisdotting]

Hold my girl - Nicholas Alexander Chavez

requested?: no

pairing(s): Nicholas Alexander Chavez x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut (MDNI) fluffy

warning(s): unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy). P in v sex, praise, multiple orgasms, Dacryphilia, mentions of pregnancy, L-bombs, aftercare, kinda talking through it

Summary: Nicholas making love to you

word count: 531

A/N: I watched the monsters on netflix and hated the way the boys were perceived but also caught a crush on Nicholas so I thought of this drabble and wrote it down as soon as I could.  REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!! - xoxo Eva

You were on your back,sweating,crying, chest heaving whilst Nicholas held your legs open and over his forearms. He pounded his cock into you, sounds obscene alongside the white ring formulating at the base of his cock from multiple orgasms he’d dragged from himself and you.

Panting, you come again, back arching as curses leave your perfectly plump lips. The pleasure Nick gave you was undeniable ”There we go sweet girl” He groans feeling your pussy clamp down on his cock like a vice. He loved it, he loved you and all your perfect imperfections

”Please” you sob, feeling overstimulated from the constant abuse of your g-spot. Your thighs shook, your manicured nails digging into the sheets below you. Nicholas loved seeing you like this, spread and all fucked out just for him. He drops your legs, letting them rest on the bed. He leans down connecting your lips together in a slow sensual kiss as his pace slows but his thrusts become more focussed and deeper.

You kiss back, eyes closing, your arms sling around his neck as he pulls away and whispers ”you're doing so well for me, just a little bit more, gonna fill you up nice and round, put my baby in you” you clench around him at the thought of having his children, you had been discussing it the other day 

You nod and kiss his forehead ”yes, i want that please, Nick.” he grins at your agreement and tucks his head into the crook of your neck. His come fills you up once again, freshly repainting your walls white and you loved every second of it

You loved him and everything he did for you. 

”There we go, so good letting me fill you up. You took it so well” His praise was the best you had ever heard, bringing you to your climax twice as fast. Your stomach tightened and you pull Nicholas into another kiss as you come for the final time. 

He rides out your orgasms together, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until his hips stop, staying in you for a while before pulling out. He watches yours and his come leak out onto the bed sheets below and smiles at his work before going to the bathroom to wet a small towel to clean you with 

You lay practically boneless as he cleans your thighs with the towel and kisses. He makes his way up your body to your lips again. He kisses you whilst he picks you up to go to the bathroom, setting you down to pee as he runs the bath, adding bath salts,  and a bath bomb and some bubbles. 

He lights your favourite candles and waits for you to finish before he helps you into the bath before climbing in the opposite side from you. To him, through his eyes you looked ethereal sitting there in the dim light. He takes his hands in yours, fingers running across the engagement ring that sat perfectly on your finger and he brought it up to kiss it 

”i love you, beautiful” he whispers before basking in the silent but comfortable bliss after the night of love-making

[whorelaud]

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𓂃⋆.˚ requests closed 4 now ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᵎᵎ

˖ ִ𐙚 rafe cameron & drew starkey ﹒⪩⪨﹒

⤿ rafe cameron; off limits series masterlist

⤿ drew starkey; birthday sex

⤿ rafe cameron; kissing you numb

⤿ rafe cameron; untouchable

⤿ rafe cameron; possessive

⤿ rafe cameron; please you

˖ ִ𐙚 drabbles ﹒⪩⪨﹒

⤿ rafe cameron; sweet girl

⤿ rafe cameron; jealous?

⤿ rafe cameron; pretty

⤿ texts between you and bf!rafe

⤿ texts between you and bf!rafe pt 2

⤿ rafe cameron; stubborn

⤿ rafe cameron; brother?!

⤿ rafe cameron; new year's

⤿ rafe cameron; p!star

⤿ texts between you and bsf!rafe

⤿ drew starkey; banned

⤿ rafe cameron; is it in?

˖ ִ𐙚 nicholas a. chavez ﹒⪩⪨﹒

ᝰ hazed by your scent

ᝰ one knock is all it takes

ᝰ bad habit

ᝰ hushed fantasies

[cyber333angel]

MASTERLIST !

• OUTER BANKS •

jj maybank-

morning with jj drabble

mechanic!jj

sucking jj off

camboy!jj

eyes on me

periods with jj

overstimulating jj

jj mood board

seeing them off to work

sitting on jj’s face

rafe cameron -

frat!rafe mood board

spread your legs

size kink

rough!rafe + headlock

tapping out

making it up to you

rafe x reader x barry

step!bro rafe

needy for rafe

fluff/sitting on his lap

somno with rafe

stepbro!rafe who

hate sex with rafe

drugdealer!rafe

pretty pink butt plug

eyes on me

glasses kink with rafe

seeing them off to work

sugardaddy!rafe

rafe spanking you

water sports with rafe

older brothers best friend rafe

rafe x spoiled!reader x barry

rafe and barry putting it in at the same time

car s*x

john b. routledge-

john b asking care of sick!reader

pope heyward-

pope p*links

• WOLVERINE •

logan howlett -

logan x sweetheart!reader

always touching

more logan x farmersdaughter!reader

coquette!reader x logan moodboard

lumberjack!logan x farmersdaughter!reader

brushing logans hair

older!logan x girly!reader

somono with wolverine

older!logan x jamaican!reader

logan x drunk reader

older!logan x reader

brat tamer!logan

gothic girl x logan moodboard

minecraft with logan

dress to impress with logan

nsfw & sfw alphabet

hyperfem!reader x logan

lumberjack!logan x reader moodboard

p*links of logan pt2

p*links of logan + wade

want to hear you

step-dad!logan

logan x samoan!reader

website p*links

p*links of logan pt4

logan eating you out

logan x plus-size!reader

older!logan x latina reader

plushie

older!logan howlett x south asian!reader

girly reader x logan moodboard

blow off steam

baby with logan hc

dolled up for bedtime

p*links of logan pt3

• THE LAST OF US •

ellie williams-

ellie williams + her strap + praise

twitter p*links

abby anderson-

abby anderson + her fingers

twitter p*links

abby x virgin!reader

abby x housewife!reader

• ARCANE •

sevika-

sevika and kitties

twitter p*links

sevika + ice play

don’t move, hold still

sevika x camgirl!reader

more p*links part 2

violet-

don’t move, hold still

• VARIOUS ANIMES •

toji fushiguro-

dadsbestfriend!toji x virginblack!reader

toji mood board

toji taking care of sick!reader

riding toji

nanami kento-

nanami mood board

married!nanami x married!reader

• MISCELLANEOUS •

blackdolly!reader moodboard

richie fingering you

kenji sato fingering you

clark kent x reader

gambit p*links

p*rn links for various characters

nicholas chavez p*links

[fear-is-truth]

nicholas alexander chavez

one shots

silver lining

it girl

series

shades of cool … 01 02

drabbles

pretty

blurbs

01

instagram au

01 (black!reader)

02

[ccobweb]

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📢 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 :: for requests ( fics + bots ) & wtv you like !!

★ = smut/suggestive.            ♥︎ = fluff.         𓉸 = angst.

ᡣ𐭩 . evan peters & characters.

one shots .ᐟ

★  ⋮  be a freak like me too — jimmy darling.

𓉸  ⋮   back to the old house — frat!kyle spencer.

★  ⋮  ultraviolence — kai anderson.

𓉸/♥︎  ⋮   there goes my hero — frat!kyle spencer.

★  ⋮  feelz — perv!tate langdon.

★  ⋮  first time — pre cult!kai anderson.

★  ⋮  daddy’s girl — girldad!evan peters.

★  ⋮ don’t stand so close to me — teacher!colin zabel.

drabbles .ᐟ

★ ⋮  meeting the parents — evan peters.

★ ⋮ what if we kissed in the murder tunnel? — tate langdon.

ᡣ𐭩 . nicholas a. chavez & characters.

one shots .ᐟ

★ ⋮ disease — father!charlie mayhew.

★ ⋮ teacher’s pet — professor!nicholas chavez.

★ ⋮ sex favours — doctor!charlie mayhew

drabbles .ᐟ

★ ⋮ our little secret — doctor!charlie mayhew.

bots , ao3

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[erajunex]

Here’s a sneak peek from my upcoming Father Charlie Mayhew x priestshousekeeper!reader one shot.

➡️ read the entire work here.

18+ content below the cut MDNI.

You were supposed to go, but you couldn't move. You didn't want to.

For the first time in your whole yet short life, you heard it. That voice. The voice of temptation.

You kept staring at him with bated breath, hoping that that show would last forever.

"Ah, fuck..." he groaned and you shuddered.

A shiver went straight to your core and you immediately felt the urge to clench your thighs together and hold back that unusual tickle you had never experienced in such a strong way before.

But it wasn't enough.

Forgive me, Father... you thought. Your cheeks reddened with shame as the last piece of reason faded away from you at the exact moment your right hand went straight under the cloth of your sundress, and just as if it had been guided by a dark and sinister force it sneaked between your legs, right in your cotton panties.

For I have sinned.

English is not my first language, I’m currently translating this from Italian so please be kind with me, i’m sorry for any inaccuracies😭🙏🏼 Leave a comment or lemme know if you wanna be added to the tag-list!

xx

[madwcman]

hey! my request are open for drabbles!!

and i think i’m going to try to write for nicholas chavez (i’m so obsessed, it’s becoming a problem.) i’ve never really written fics for celebrities but i’m going to give it a try! i mostly write fluff or angst so pls send a request if ya want!!

-characters i write for are tagged!!

[blackynsupremacy]

JUST HIM

big, muscular men that act embarrassed when they’re referred to as “baby boy”, “pookie”, or “stink stink”, but they lowkey eat that mushy shit up. they can’t help, but to freeze and blush because at first they think you’re teasing, but in actuality, you call them that because underneath that hard, toned muscular exterior they’re just a big cinnamon roll when it comes to the people they care about, including you. you see their heart truly for what it is. you see him. not the actor, not the superhero, not the god, nor the mythical creature. just him.