#but anyway i loved x it was really good and it very much felt classic saw movie.

[dracula-enthusiast]

really trying not to post too much abt it bc it only came out days ago but man. saw x was such a love letter to the franchise. you can feel the care for the overarching story and for the characters that went into it and it really really pays off and its really healing to see a Good saw movie, especially after the three titles before it. i will def be seeing it a third time before it leaves theaters

[ma1dita]

BABEEE happy birthday!! (i'm so terribly late i'm so sorry) congrats on 23💖

🐥 so i'm having thoughts right now about luke x reader and physical affection. like maybe one of them being touch starved and always craving the other person's touch and the other person noticing it and doing it more? maybe from platonic (i will go down with best friends to lovers) to romantic, i'm just on this brainrot tonight

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luke castellan x reader

a/n: back from the klerb but here with a classic 4am post 🥂 but the hangxiety wont let me rest until this is out! ill edit this in the morning... or not 😗

wc: 1.1k

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It’s hard to miss what you’ve never had.

Luke Castellan was never a touchy guy. Sure, he’ll hold a new camper’s hand during welcome tours (especially the little ones who can barely keep up with his long legs; if they’re lucky they get a piggy back ride), and he won’t shy away from a clap on the back when his strategies for capture the flag bring his team to victory (they always do, mind you), and when he feels like it, he’ll even shove Annabeth playfully to show her he adores her (but she packs a punch now that she’s older).

It never really goes past that, and he’s never had to think too hard about it—physical touch.

He’s the one who takes care of others—a part of his nature like it is for Hermes’ cabin to take in unclaimed demigods. But something changed in the months that he’s gotten closer to you. At first, he’d bite his tongue at the way you’re so open to patting his cheek when he does something funny (which he doesn’t try to make a show of, but now…), how you choose to sit so close to him during bonfires that your knees touch (the Apollo kids could be singing about the heavens falling down on them for all he cares but he zeroes in on every word that leaves your lips), and the way you’d lock your fingers with him for a pinky promise after every little thing ‘to make sure it’s real’ (Luke didn’t understand the merit of a pinky promise over whether you could have his dessert for the next week if you took over arts and crafts with the kiddie campers for him; truthfully he’d give it to you anyway). It was unusual for him to have someone comfort him, to show care without a true reason. But he didn’t realize how much more it bothered him now that you wouldn’t even look him in the eye.

Silena and some of the other Aphrodite children had asked you the very defining question of, “Do you like Luke Castellan?” and having never thought of it that way, or being able to put your feelings for him in words instead of fingers in his belt loops or in the muss of his curls—that shit was terrifying!

You spent all Saturday afternoon at the docks with them belly down under the glare of the sun’s rays as they explained to you what the five love languages are. By the end of it, sunburn wasn’t the only reason you felt hot.

“Your love language is physical touch,” one of Silena’s older half-siblings—Connelly, says like he’s explaining that the sky is blue, “And Luke’s not that type of guy! Think he’s more acts of service…”

“Ooh, or words of affirmation….” another one of them muses, but the sound of your heartbeat tunes it all out. Well shit, have you been sending him the wrong signals? Or are there even any signals you want to send him? 

Nevertheless, in the matters of love or even the tiniest whisper of it—maybe there’s no one else you can trust with this stuff besides Cabin 10.

Wrong.

Absolutely wrong. Whatever the hell you’ve been convinced or whatever’s changed since last weekend—Luke just knows he hates it, and he’s angry. He’s angry at how you gasp in surprise every time you brush shoulders during archery practice when you used to let him fix your form, he’s angry at how you’ll squeeze campers’ shoulders to tell them they’re doing a good job carrying the strawberry crates—and all he gets is a mumbled ‘Thanks, Castellan’ when he stacks them up and takes your load.

Luke’s so terribly angry that Travis told him he’s been walking around like a big strawberry, face red and irritated—but not at you. 

He realizes he’s also angry at the fact that he can’t protect you from the onslaught of a rain cloud—or maybe it was the fact that you’re so okay with the rain touching your skin and seeping through your orange shirt like he wishes you’d let him. He’s angry at the way the wind blows your hair into your face and your fingers brush the strands away like he wishes he can. Most of all, Luke Castellan is angry that he didn’t know how good a simple touch could be until he lost it—before he even really got to appreciate yours.

You’re sitting on the opposite end of the row in the amphitheater laughing with your friends and the furrow in his thick brow is a tell-tale sign of his discomfort. Luke doesn’t dare to remember what it’s like before you to be honest—he’d rather give up Elysium instead of having you ignore him like this. He calls your name, a tinge of both anger and desperation until you look over at him, eyelashes kissing your cheeks. The hold you have on him transcends the physical touch of your fingers but he wants, no—needs you next to him.

“C’mere! Why are you so far away?”

Luke hopes it doesn’t sound pathetic, but a crooked grin splits across his face as soon as you make your way over, sitting down and crossing your legs away from him. It’s still too far, even if he can feel your breath on his shoulder.

“Did I do something to make you angry? I…” The words escape his mouth in a jumble—quick wit from his father escaping him, though he knows not to rely on that asshole, god or not. You mutter words that almost escape him too, and he leans in, chasing your hands and putting them in his own until they’re gentle and soft in his lap.

“No, no…. I just… don’t want to push your boundaries. I know you don’t like it when I’m too touchy,” and he thinks his heart clenches a little like how you’re squeezing his hands. Luke shouldn’t feel instant gratification from a subconscious action. He wants to know you mean it with him—that’s what he can’t put into words.

“I….like it when you do.”

You notice the way his fingers tangle tighter with yours, pinkys interlocking with yours. When he lets go, Luke wraps his arm around your shoulders until you’re able to laugh in the crook of his neck. He chooses to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth when your head sways to face him at the silly tune about centaurs and then you realize that Luke loves the way you love him. You wonder if he accidentally missed meeting your lips, but then the noise in your head quiets down when he pulls you closer, lips locking tenderly, intentionally—as they were always meant to.

You both hear a giggle that sounds a lot like tinkling bells belonging to children of Aphrodite. 

For once they were wrong about love. 

Luke’s tongue parts through your lips and meets your own like they’re in a long awaited embrace, dancing and devouring you from the inside out but this, you— are what he can rely on. This, your touch, and how he chooses to let it consume him, never letting go.

[beat-the-morning]

🖤Guitar Face || Hozier x Reader🖤

FULL FIC ON TUMBLR AFTER CUT || READ ON AO3

Rating: 18+ - Smut

Tags: Pre-Debut Hozier, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, vaginal sex, teasing, protected sex.

Summary: Andrew teaches you how to play guitar while you both try to ignore the very obvious and overwhelming sexual tension between you.

Word count: 5.4k

A/N: I’m back after a month of not posting (sorry lol) with a long fic to make up for lost time (yay) and to take our minds off of everything, really. When will I post my next fic, you ask? I don’t fucking know man, I’m just vibing. I do have a few ideas that I want to start, including a multichapter fic that will get written someday. Love you all, enjoy this pre-debut hozier fic💙

💙FULL FIC UNDER THE CUT💙

You needed a hobby, urgently. It was your second semester of your first year of university at Trinity College Dublin, and you had yet to find something to occupy your time that wasn’t studying, working, or just doing nothing with the group of friends that, despite your nervous and introverted nature, you had managed to form in your first semester. You were desperate for something new to do, a new skill or pastime to occupy you when all your friends were busy or simply when you felt like doing something other than hanging out with them.

The idea of learning guitar came to you after talking to one of your friends about your newfound need for a hobby, she mentioned that you had a great sense of rhythm and that you already really liked music, so why not pick up an instrument. She didn’t tell you to pick up guitar specifically, but it seemed like a good choice for learning in your spare time, and it’s not like you had the money to buy a keyboard or drums, much less a more classical instrument like a violin, a cello or a harp, and you already knew that you didn’t have the lungs for wind instruments.

You asked around your friend group if anyone had any suggestions for cheap guitars to buy, you got one that was moderately good and within your budget. You started to learn by yourself, the only thing was that you sucked, you barely understood the tutorials you found on youtube and didn’t even know if you were really doing it right, your fingers were sloppy and uncoordinated and you only angered yourself more and more with each note you got wrong. So, after two weeks and a half of frustration, you decided that maybe a guitar teacher wasn’t a bad idea, and that if that didn’t work you’d sell your guitar and pick up photography or something that didn’t require you to use your fingers as much.

It was Friday evening, and some members of Trinity Orchestra were having a small rehearsal/get together, and you knew your friend would be there since she was a pianist in the orchestra, so maybe she could help you learn guitar or at the very least find a teacher. You arrived at the get together when it was almost finished, you didn’t want to interrupt them, even if it wasn’t really a rehearsal, you felt out of place just by being there. Miranda, your friend, spotted you from her bench and beckoned you over to her, she’d been expecting you since you told her earlier that day that you’d go see her at the rehearsal, she was leaning on the closed piano, a half eaten bag of crisps sat on the cover of its keys. “I thought you’d come sooner, you missed the little concert.” She smiled.

“Nah, I’d rather not interrupt.” You smiled back, “anyway, what I wanted to talk about before you ran off today because of your horrible time manage skills-“

“-They’re not that bad, come on.” She pouted playfully, faking indignation.

“Bullshit.” You argued back, trying to hold in a laugh. “Now, do you know how to play guitar?”

“No, just piano, and the organ, kind of. Why?”

“I’ve been trying to learn how to play on my own but I can’t get the hang of it, I need a teacher or something.” You explained, trying to be quiet enough so that no one else would hear.

“Teacher for what?” A masculine voice asked from behind you, making you jump slightly in surprise. You turned around, a lanky guy with dorky glasses and a blonde fringe stood there, looking at you as he tried to guess who you were. “Have we met before?” He finally asked.

“I don’t think so,” you answered, a nervous smile on your face

“I’m Alex,” he smiled back to you, but his smile was more welcoming than anything else. You told him your name, and that you were a friend of Miranda, which prompted her to speak up.

“They’re trying to learn guitar,” she joined in. “Maybe you could help them?”

“Can’t, I’m drowning in coursework already, sorry,” Alex said earnestly, seeming genuinely sorry that he wasn’t able to help you learn how to play.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure I’ll find someone to teach me.” You assured him, relaxing a bit more now that you had spoken the slightest bit more to him.

“Andy could help you, though.” A smirk grew on his face, “he’s always looking for an excuse to not do his work.”

“Andrew’s a vocalist though isn’t he?” Miranda chimed in again.

“He does more things apart from singing, you know.” Answered Alex.

“I didn’t know he played guitar though, I’ve never seen him play it.” She argued.

“He does! He’s self taught though, so his has this weird way of playing where he-“

“Sorry, but, who’s Andrew?” You interrupted, needing some clarification as to who they were talking about.

“Right, you don’t know who he is,” Alex chuckled, “he’s that one over there.” He said, pointing over to a group of about five guys all chatting while standing around a table.

“Which one?” You asked, still not knowing who to look at.

“The tall one.” Alex and Miranda said in unison. Your eyes focused on him, a pale, lanky guy with dark, shaggy curls on his head and a 3 day stubble on his face and neck, he was at least half a head taller than the second tallest man in the conversation circle. He was smiling, his cheeks a rosy tone from how much he’d been laughing, his front teeth were slightly crooked from what you could see from a distance, and you noticed a pair of glasses in his left hand as your eyes trailed down his body, you assumed that they were his glasses with how he was holding them so close to his body. He was so cute, you thought to yourself, a bit of a nerd maybe but it’s not like you weren’t into it as well.

“Andy!” Alex’s call broke your train of thought, and maybe that was for the best, who knows where you were going to end up with those. Andrew turned to look at Alex, noticing Miranda sat on her seat, and then you, you could’ve sworn you saw him look you up and down as a small smirk formed on his face. Alex moved his arm to call him over, and he approached without hesitation, quickly walking over to the little group you were in.

Alex introduced you to each other and quickly explained your situation to Andrew, who agreed to teach you. You agreed on payment, how many times a week you’d meet, the whole thing, really, and then you exchanged numbers.

“If you want we can meet up tomorrow and we can start with the basics,” he suggested, putting on his glasses as he put your number in his phone. Fucking hell, he looked adorable with them on, you felt your cheeks heat up as you looked at him.

“Yeah, that’d be good,” you agreed without thinking, “I’ll send you my address and we can meet at my place if you want.”

“Sure,” he looked at you with a small smile. You decided on a time to meet and then went home for the night after saying goodbye to your friend.

You felt a nervous knot in your stomach as you laid down in your bed, the worry of making a fool of yourself in front of a cute guy was catching up on you. You shook those thoughts off, putting on some faint music before finally going to sleep.

You woke up the next day, looking at the clock on your bedside table only to find that it wasn’t actually morning, but past noon, almost 1pm in fact. You got ready for the day and had what could best be described as a big brunch before deciding to clean your apartment before Andrew arrived later in the day, something that you only remembered when you saw a message from him confirming that he had your address right. Why did you agree to this again? You cursed yourself as you cleaned up the small space you lived in, it was an attic converted into a studio apartment that was way too cheap for how big it was, but it’s not like you were going to complain.

Time passed as you finished cleaning your apartment, having just enough time to shower before Andrew arrived. You had just finished dressing up when your phone rang, you picked up to find Andrew on the other side of the line, asking you to open since the doorbell wasn’t working, so, taking your keys in your hand, you ran downstairs to open the front door for him. He was carrying a guitar case and what you assumed was a small amp, he wore a very simple outfit, a shirt and jeans with a brown leather jacket and some old tattered converse, but no glasses. “I like the jacket.” You said while guiding him towards the elevator.

“Thanks,” he smiled shyly, “I brought my electric guitar, I hope you don’t mind, my acoustic one has a broken string and I still need to replace it.”

“It’s fine, mine is electric too.” You smiled back.

You went into your apartment, he commented on the fact that it was a studio, and on the absence of a sofa. “The TV’s over there so I usually just put all my pillows on my bed and use it as a couch.” You explained, pointing out the TV on the wall next to the bed. Andrew laughed to himself, he mumbled something under his breath that you thought sounded like “that’s so fucking cute”. He sat on your bed, taking out his guitar and tuning it without even plugging it in to the amp.

You took out yours, tuning it as well with an app on your phone. You and Andrew talked for a bit, making jokes and breaking the tension before he explained the basics of guitar playing to you. You listened attentively and asked questions about the things you didn’t understand, he was a great teacher so far, and you could honestly listen to him speak for hours, his voice was lovely, no wonder Miranda said he was mainly a vocalist.

The time came to finally plug in the guitars, yours was already plugged to your amp, you just needed to turn it on, which you quickly did while Andrew set up his, he plugged the amp to the wall, grabbing the cable to plug it into his guitar, he wasn’t paying much attention to it though, his mind was somewhere else. While his head was, in fact, pointing down towards the guitar, his eyes were mostly looking up at you through his brows, using his curls as a shield so you wouldn’t notice him staring. His hand faltered, the jack circled the plug it was supposed to go in, making some magnetic noises come from the amplifier, you smiled at his dorkiness, finding it adorable. “Trouble putting it in?” You asked, not fully realising the other possible meaning of the question until it was already out of your mouth, he looked up at you with a quizzical look before you both burst into laughter at the question.

“I’m good, thanks,” he said between laughs, getting the jack into the plug once he finally stopped looking up at you. “‘trouble putting it in,’?” He echoed your words with a lovingly mocking tone, trying not to laugh again.

“I wasn’t thinking!” You tried to defend yourself while suppressing more laughter.

“Clearly,” he giggled.

The real, practical, lesson finally began, you spent the next hour and a half learning to play a couple chords and how to transition between them. It was hell, your hands were oddly shaky and very uncoordinated, so you asked for a break before you threw your guitar out the window. “Tea?” You asked, already thinking about making some for yourself so you could have an excuse to wander your apartment for a bit.

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you have.” Andrew nodded, standing up and stretching a bit and walking over to your bookshelf.

You went over to the kitchenette to put the kettle on, your thoughts wandering to how Andrew looked, he was so pretty, and you were definitely embarrassing yourself with your horrible guitar skills, but he had to have expected that, right? You did tell him that you knew basically nothing about playing guitar after all.

He walked closer to you, leaning on the kitchen island. “You’re not as bad as you told me you’d be yesterday, you know.” He said with a kind look in his eyes.

“I’m not?” You asked as you turned to face him.

“Yeah, I mean, your fingers are a bit uncoordinated and all but that’s just getting the hang of it.” He explained. “You picked up the chords and their positions on the neck of the guitar pretty quickly, though, that’s a good sign.”

“Oh, well that’s good at least,” you chuckled, “I don’t know if I’ll ever get the hang of it, though, I have horrible hand-eye coordination.”

“It can’t be that bad, come on,” he scoffed playfully, walking over to you and almost-sitting on the counter closest to you

“It is.”

“I think your hands are just fine, you just need to practise, and maybe learning guitar will help when you do other things with your hands, it did for me.” He winked, you felt your face heat up.

“What other things?” You tilted your head to the side as you smirked.

“Just… things, you’ll see what I mean.” He chuckled, he pressed his thumb into his palm. His eyes looked you up and down slowly, but you pretended not to notice.

“Oh I’m sure.” You laughed.

The water boiled and you made the tea, you lost the track of time as your conversation went on, it was ever so slightly flirty, just some comments here and there that made you both blush coupled with a few lingering touches. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t want to do more than just learn guitar with him, but you didn’t want to be too forward, so you waited.

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You met with Andrew for guitar lessons every other day for the next four weeks, slowly improving on your skill while also getting to know each other more and more, to the point that you’d hang out with him even if you weren’t practising, you’d gone to the pub with him and a few more friends a couple times and would just randomly message each other every so often throughout the day just to check on one another. It was nice, and, even if your crush on him had only gotten stronger as the days passed, you were glad to have a new friend. He was so sweet and just the right amount of dorky nerd that you couldn’t help but love him, you only hoped he felt the same way about you.

It was a Saturday evening, Andrew had been over at your apartment since lunch, you’d started the lesson right after he arrived at 1 and it was now 6:30pm, he’d been teaching you a song, or more so trying to. It wasn’t even a hard one, your hands just were not collaborating today and both you and Andrew were growing increasingly frustrated.

You were standing next to your bed while Andrew sat down on it, the guitar was strapped around you, you were considering making it against the ground in frustration. “You look angry, darling.” He pointed out, his expression unreadable.

“I’m not,” you lied, “just frustrated, I don’t know why I can’t get it right.”

“Maybe your hands are just tired, rest a bit and try again later.” He suggested.

“No.”

“The guitar won’t leave if you stop playing for a second, you know?”

“I just want to get this part right, just to hear how it sounds and then I’ll rest.”

Andrew scoffed, the smallest smirk forming on his face, he rolled his eyes before standing up and walking over to you, his frame towering over yours. “Let’s hear it then.” He ordered.

You swallowed air nervously, slightly intimidated by the combination of his height and the more strict and dominant tone his voice had taken. Your fingers moved on the guitar, clumsily playing the song and restarting it every time you messed up a note. After a few failed attempts, he moved behind you, grabbing the guitar even though it was still on you.

He pushed himself flush against your back, his hands playing the instrument as if you weren’t there. You felt the vibrations of the guitar against your abdomen and his body against your back, and, thanks to your height difference, you could perfectly feel his crotch pressing against your lower back. You felt your face heat up and a few whimpers escaping your mouth as he played, and he was definitely getting a bit into it as well, thrusting his hips into you as the song went on, the worst part was that you weren’t even sure if he was doing it because of the song or to rile you up, but that was the effect it was having anyway.

He stopped playing before he got to the chorus of the song, taking the guitar off you before he finally stepped away. “Heard it. Now, rest.” He instructed, throwing himself back on your makeshift couch.

“What the hell was that?” You asked dumbfounded, a nervous chuckle escaped you.

“Sorry, I just… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, it was weird.” He mumbled, his eyes focusing on your pillows instead of on you.

“I didn’t think it was weird,” you stretched the truth lightly, you had thought it slightly weird when he did that, but you also couldn’t ignore the burning between your thighs and you needed to know if he was feeling the same way you were right now. “You could’ve just taken the guitar off me, though.”

“It wouldn’t have worked, you would’ve gotten mad at me.” He bit his lip to fight back a smirk. “I wasn’t really thinking, anyway, and you said you wanted to hear how it sounded so… yeah.”

Your eyes wandered to his crotch for a second, he looked like he was at least slightly hard. Quickly focusing back on his face, you giggled and threw yourself on the makeshift couch next to him, you laid on your side, looking at Andrew with a small, loving smile on your face.

“What’s the smile for?” He asked, turning to his side so he could face you as well.

“Nothing,” you continued to smile. “It’s just funny that you’re kind of beating yourself up about it when I actually kinda liked it.”

“Oh?” His eyes widened for a second as he scooted closer to you. “And what about it did you like?”

“I like how the guitar felt against me. The vibrations of it, you know? I play so slow that I don’t usually feel them like… that.” You bit your thumb lightly, trying to appear a bit more innocent so he wouldn’t guess what you were really thinking about.

“Yeah, they’re nice,” he looked at your lips as well, then scooted even closer. “Anything else you liked?”

“Well… I liked how you felt… against me.” You admitted, only to see Andrew’s smile widening. His hand moved to your cheek, silently encouraging you to keep going. “I liked how you were thrusting against me, it felt nice.”

“Just nice?” He teased, caressing your cheek.

“It was kinda hot, too.”

“I thought so too, maybe we could do something about it?” He suggested, his hand moving to your hip.

You nodded weakly, your lips parting ever so slightly. Andrew lunged in to kiss you, his mouth crashing against yours as you kissed him back passionately. Slowly he moved to be on top of you as you kissed, his right leg moved between yours, pressing against your core. Your hips moved against his legs, desperate for any kind of release. His tongue darted into your mouth, exploring as it pleased while your hands tangled in his shaggy curls.

You deepened the kiss, it became sloppier and more desperate as the seconds passed by, Andrew pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths to each other’s. His breathing mirrored yours, ragged and irregular even as you tried to calm down slightly. His glasses were slipping off his nose, so, as one does, you moved your hand from his hair and adjusted them, making him chuckle softly. “I feel like a fucking teenager.” He laughed, leaning in to plant small kisses on your jaw and neck.

“You’re twenty-two, not that far from it.” You teased while quiet moans escaped your lips.

“Shut up.” He laughed, his kisses on your skin turning more demanding. His hands snaked under your shirt, slowly pulling it off you until he could finally throw it on to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, moving his face between them before starting to kiss and lightly bite them, you arched your back into him, more moans escaping you.

“Fuck! Andy… please,” you moaned loudly, he hummed against your chest.

“What is it, baby?” He asked with a wicked smile, looking up at you through the rim of his glasses. You whimpered and rubbed yourself against his leg as a response, making him chuckle once more. “So needy… I’ve been wanting you for a while, let me at least play a little before I ravage you.”

“Play faster, I want you now.” You whined again, pulling him in to kiss him. He happily obliged, kissing you back while his hands made quick work of your jeans.

Your jeans and underwear quickly joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on your floor, leaving you completely bare. Your hands moved from Andrew’s hair as he pulled away from your mouth, instead trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone once more, your touch moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling at the cloth to try and pull it off him already. He quickly caught onto that and pulled his own shirt and undershirt off himself, uncovering his torso. He was still as lanky and thin as he was with clothes on, but he was a bit fuller than you had imagined, the slightest bit of pudge gathering on his abdomen. Your gaze turned him slightly shy, his cheeks reddening as he looked away for a second.

“I know this probably isn’t what you imagined,” he said sheepishly, a nervous tone in his voice, “I’m s-“

“You’re so pretty,” you interrupted him, still staring at his body.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah, I do.” You smiled, your hands grazed his skin. “You’re very hot, too.”

“Flatterer.” He smiled back, leaning in to kiss you again. You felt goosebumps forming on his skin the more you caressed him.

“I would never, I’m only saying what I think.” You kissed him back.

He hummed happily into the kiss, his hand travelling lower and lower on your body until it reached your core. He gently caressed it with two fingers, smiling darkly when he felt just how wet you were. Slowly, he played with your clit, making you whimper and buckle your hips against his hand, silently begging for more. He obliged, moving to push two fingers inside you and making you gasp at the intrusion, he slowly pumped them in and out, his thumb moving to play with your clit.

“Is this something that playing guitar helps with?” You teased while trying to suppress your moans.

Andrew chuckled, his fingers quickening. “Yes, actually.” He kissed along your jaw. “It helps a lot, makes it easier to fuck you.”

You moaned more, holding onto him like a lifeline as he played with you. His lips moved to your neck again, leaving passionate kisses and hickeys as he memorised every inch of your skin. His movements quickened even more, his thumb playing with your clit in a way that made your legs shake slightly, his other hand grabbed your hip, his nails digging into your skin. You felt the all-familiar burning-white desire in your lower abdomen, your whines got more and more high pitched until they were nothing more than needy whimpers.

Andrew chuckled, pulling away from your neck to look at your face as you came undone before him. “That’s it, let go for me,” he whispered softly, his free hand now moving up to brush your hair away from your face. “That’s it, good girl. Let me feel you, baby, please.”

You felt something snap within you at his words, pure pleasure running through you as you came on his fingers, covering them with your essence. He smiled at your blissed out expression, taking it in as he fingered you through your orgasm. Once it subsided he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean as you looked at him, a moan escaping him as he finally tasted you.

“Fuck, you’re delicious, I’m going to fucking devour you next time.” He growled.

“Why not now?” You teased breathlessly, still recovering from your orgasm.

“Because I might explode if I don’t put my dick inside you right now.” He teased back, reaching into his wallet for a condom. “Can I fuck you now, baby? Or do you need to recover a bit more first?”

“Now, please.” You begged without thinking.

Andrew smiled at your eagerness, taking off his pants and underwear to reveal his cock, it was as long as you thought, or hoped, it’d be, somewhere above average that was still enjoyable, but his thickness surprised you, he was wider than you’d imagined. You felt your mouth watering. “You’re staring.” He said firmly, rolling on the condom, “does it scare you?” He asked, his tone a mixture of dominance and genuine concern.

“No.” You smiled, opening your legs more. “I was just a bit surprised.”

“A good surprise, I hope.” He smiled back, grabbing your legs and pulling you closer to him. You chuckled at his words.

“A very good surprise, yeah.”

You reached out to touch him once again, his hands catching yours and pushing them to be above your head. He held them in place with his left hand while his right travelled to your thigh, lifting it ever so slightly as he positioned himself between your legs. His cock brushed lightly against your core, making you both whimper lightly at the feeling, then, slowly, he pushed in. Your gasp matched his moaning, soft and quiet enough that it was almost whispered, he was pushing in slowly, making sure it wasn’t painful for you. He bottomed out after a few more seconds, his movements stopping as he let you get used to his size. He leaned in to kiss you, a slow, loving kiss that had you melting into his touch even more.

You moved your hips after a few kisses, signalling Andrew to move. He happily obliged, slowly thrusting in and out of you. Your moans filled the room, making a symphony with his. “You feel so fucking good, baby, oh my god.” He practically whimpered into your ear, interlocking his fingers with yours. His other hand held tightly onto your thigh, his grip almost bruising as he lost himself in you. You shook your hand free from his, moving it to his hair along with your other hand to pull him in for a kiss, muffling your moans.

“Faster, please.” You begged between kisses, Andrew growled in response, letting go of all his restraint. His pace quickened to a brutal one, pistoning in and out of you without a care in the world. Your hands moved down to his back, your nails leaving scratches as you neared your peak just from the feeling of his cock inside you.

He straightened up, getting a better view of you, completely blissed out and moaning like crazy, sweat making some of your hair stick to your face. His hand caressed your cheek lovingly, his thumb pressing on your mouth to pry it open. “Open up, baby.” He ordered, and you obeyed without hesitation. His thumb moved inside your mouth, pressing on your tongue. “Suck.” He added.

And you did, sucking gently on his thumb as a lopsided smile grew in his face. He whispered soft praises as he fucked you, his thumb thrusting slightly in and out at a gentle pace to contrast the one of his hips.

He moved your leg with his other hand so your ankle would be resting on his shoulder, changing the angle in just the right position so his pubic bone would hit your clit every time he bottomed out. Your moans got louder, or as much as they could since your sucking of his thumb muffled most of the noise. Andrew moaned too, quieter, softer moans that could only be audible between your own, but you loved every single one you could hear. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your own hand moving to your clit to give you the extra friction you needed. Andrew pulled his thumb out of your mouth and moved it to your clit before you could reach it on your own, flicking it rapidly as he moved your leg off his shoulder so he could lean in to kiss you again. You moaned into his mouth and he moaned into yours, both of you nearing your respective climaxes, his cock twitched more inside you, his thrusting becoming erratic and uncoordinated. You felt the pure, unadulterated ecstasy threatening to explode within you once more, your hands moving once more to Andrew’s hair as he kissed you.

“Come for me, baby, come on, let me hear you again pet.” He moaned, pulling back slightly so he could see your face as you came undone below him. “So fuckin’ pretty, come on, love.”

You came under him not long after, pure pleasure flowing through you as your body shook with your orgasm. But Andrew didn’t stop, chasing his own release as his thrusts became even more irregular than before, and, just as you were starting to feel the overstimulation taking over, he came, releasing his spent into the condom and stopping his movements almost completely, savouring the feeling of your walls around him. He moaned loudly, his head going back slightly as his eyes closed and his jaw slacked, you grinned slightly, recognising his current expression as the same one he did when playing a more upbeat guitar solo.

After a few more seconds, you both calmed down, and Andrew leaned in to kiss you once more, slowly and lovingly this time. You kissed back, your bodies still entangled with each other as you savoured the afterglow of your lovemaking. Carefully, and despite how much neither of you wanted that, he pulled out of you, detaching himself from you so he could take off the condom and throw it out. “I’ll be back in a second, stay put.” He murmured before giving you a quick kiss and walking towards your bathroom.

He came back not long after with a damp washcloth in hand, cleaning you up slightly before helping you sit up on your bed. “I should go to the bathroom,” you pointed out.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “go on, I’ll wait here for you.”

You smiled lovingly, getting up and into the bathroom, coming out of it a few minutes later after refreshing yourself. You found Andrew laying on your bed, having put his boxers back on while you’d been washing up. He smiled at the sight of you, opening his arms for you to cuddle into, and that you did, crawling into your bed and hugging him tight. He played with your hair as you cuddled, talking about random things before you decided to be a bit cheeky. “Did you know you have the exact same face when playing guitar that you do when you cum?”

“Shut up,” he laughed, “…do I really?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it at least a nice face or do I look like an idiot?” His face reddened ever so slightly.

“I think it’s a very pretty face, just like your normal one.” You assured him honestly.

“Thank god.” He laughed again, holding you tighter to him. “Can I stay the night?” He added, a hint of uncertainty and pleading in his tone.

“You better stay.” You smiled, nuzzling your face into his chest.

Andrew smiled back, burying his face in your hair and taking in your scent.

[wosoluver]

Can you do a misa x reader where it's readers birthday?

Birthday girl

Misa Rodríguez x reader

Misa Rodriguez Masterlist

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It was your birthday week. You were excited to spend your first birthday with your girlfriend and in Madrid. You had moved there months ago.

But every time Misa brought it up, your smile didn't reach your eyes, and you would somehow shut down the conversation. She knew something was wrong, you never shut up about how much you love to celebrate your birthday, and now that it was almost here, you didn't even bother to plan anything.

You had opened up to her, saying how weird it would be to not have your sisters or friends from back home with you. The step to move to Madrid had been a little tough on you, but you knew the importance of becoming more independent and being closer to great job opportunities. She understood how you felt, but she had set her mind into planning the best birthday possible, you deserved more than anyone to have a special day.

"Sofie, have you ordered the cake yet?" - Misa as usual, was taking matters very seriously, like she always did when it came to basically anything she felt like she had to succeed in.

"Calm down I got it, I'll order today" - saying quickly into the phone.

"You haven't yet!?" - annoyed at her friend for struggling at her only task.

"You know, when you said we were throwing a party I thought we were going clubbing or something."

"Your kidding right? I'm already struggling thinking on how I'm going to get her to Raso's apartment for the dinner. And you know she isn't really into people that are not her friends. She wouldn't stand 10 minutes inside a club."

"Right. It's fine, don't worry, we still got like 2 days."

"Two days go by like the blink of an eye"

and it did.

Misa's pov

Okay. It's 7:30 am. I have to get to practice by 8:00 sharp. Leave at 12:00, stop by to get some flowers and a café con leche from her favorite coffee shop. Should be fine. She should be waking up late anyway.

Stoping by the flower shop, I settled for a classic red rose bouquet. Besides being your favorite, they were the prettiest they had. Got the coffee and made my way home.

As soon as I opened the door I saw her laying on the couch, watching yet another episode of her comfort show.

"Good morning mi amor, these are for you..." - handing the bouquet in front of her - "Feliz Cumpleaños baby"

She seemed on a better mood than expected, taking into consideration the last couple of days.

"Buenos dias, guapa!" - jumping up from the couch and giving me a short kiss, taking the roses from my hands - "Thank you so much amor! And coffee?!? God I love you."

"You seem in a good mood, care to share why? Besides the obvious reason?" - looking down at her big smile.

"I sorry I didn't seem so excited the last couple of days, but it wouldn't be fair to myself or to you, to not let myself celebrate right? It's the first birthday I get to spend with you Misa!"

"Only the first of many."

"Kinda cheesy." - she says walking into the kitchen to set up the flowers in a vase.

"Excuse me? Can I be romantic to my girlfriend without being judged?!" - As I followed.

"Okay since I didn't plan anything before hand, can we do whatever I want today?"

"Yes, what would that be?"

"Shower and then lunch maybe?"

"Shower and lunch it is. I'll get the shower running while you finish it up here" - A weight left my shoulders when I realized it would be no trouble getting her out of the house.

After lunch we headed back home, the car ride was quiet and peaceful, and I decided it would be a good time to bring up we had plans.

"So... Since you were kind of down this week, I decided upon making plans for you. I mean us-" but I was quickly cut off.

"Misa, birthday sex doesn't need to be planned, it's kind of mandatory"

"Well yes but, I actually planned something, for tonight!"

"You did?! And you were able to keep it a secret? Wow, you really need to be praised then." - You said it half joking.

Back to the apartment.

"Alright so we have some free time until we need to start getting ready to go..." - I let her know while unlocking the door.

"I have the perfect idea to keep us busy till then..."

reader's pov

Standing both at someone's door, ready for whatever this was, you were excited to say the least. Misa never disappoints and that's been proved time and time again.

Not even 5 seconds later, there was Raso opening the door.

"Hello Y/N, happy birthday!" - She screams happily. The thick Aussie accent ever so present. "Welcome to my place and your birthday spot for the night!"

Hayley was the sweetest. You two had instantly become friends once you met. Unknown to you, when her friend asked for help to set everything up, she was the first one up for it, offering to take charge of everything. She missed Australia like crazy. And knew exactly how you were feeling.

Walking in and seeing the beautiful set up, made you smile and tear up immediately. Seeing all the girls you had grown close to, since you arrived in Spain made you feel so lucky.

The party initially started out as a calm dinner but by now it was a full on celebration, loud music and good drinks.

I saw Misa going out in the balcony, probably to get some air. And trailed off behind her.

"Thank you, my love. Really. It would've sucked to go through my birthday without a party." - I say looking into her eyes with the most love they could bare.

"I got you. Always. I'm so glad you liked it. Also really glad the cake was here." - Even though I didn't get the joke, I proceeded to thank her.

"This must have been a pain to organize. You know, we could of just gone clubbing." -

"That's what I said!" - Svava said from behind us. "I was looking for you two, the girls want to do karaoke!"

"I'm so gonna sing I want it that way."

"We'll be right there!" - Misa yelled through the loud music as she left us alone once more.

We stood there, just appreciating each other's presence. After sharing a kiss in a warm hug, Misa finally spoke again.

"First one down, forever to go!"

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As always, would love to hear your thoughts! 🩷

[chrisevansonly]

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 | 𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊

☁︎ oscar piastri x female reader

☁︎ oscar is experiencing thanksgiving with your family for the first time….and boy is it crazy

☁︎ no warnings just fluff and maybe a tad overwhelmed oscar lol

☁︎ i can’t believe october is starting to come to an end, these little fall fics have been making me so happy, i think ill do another one in december too to get ready for christmas 🤭 p.s thanksgiving in canada is beginning of october in contrast to the USA which is end of november in case you’re confused :)

Thanksgiving was a little chaotic in your family, when everyone gathered together and all sat down for the annual fall meal, only this year it was your boyfriend Oscar’s first time attending it with you. He knew you got your vibrant and extroverted personality from your parents, but now that he looks back on it, he’s pretty sure your entire family played a part in it.

“Oscar when do you and my little sunshine plan on having children hmm?” your grandma asked, causing you to choke on your water

“Nana!”

Oscar laughed patting your back gently to help with your coughing

“I think whenever the time is right, we’re in no rush”

“Well you’re only getting older!”

You shook your head at the old woman’s antics your mother stepping in before you

“Mom, leave these two alone, they’re both still in their early twenties, no babies for them, eat your turkey”

“Never too early to have a baby, such nonsense!”

Leaning over to Oscar you looked at him apologetically

“I’m sorry, she’s very persistent”

He only smiled, kissing your forehead as he squeezed your knee under the table

“I don’t mind at all, it’ll happen someday anyway”

The two of you may have been young but you both knew that you were endgame for each other, there was no one else on earth more perfect for either of you, and everyone was starting to see that.

“So Oscar, i’ve been watching your season, looks pretty good this year”

It was your father’s time to chime in, Oscar nodding as he gave your father 100% of his attention.

“Yes, it’s been going really well, the car feels good this year, so i’m looking forward to finishing the next few races and then having some time off” he replied, a bit hesitantly as he always did with your dad

“That’s good to hear, I’d love to come see a race sometime”

You smiled

“You should come to Las Vegas with us dad! You and mom have been wanting to go back there so why not?”

In hindsight you should have asked Oscar first if he was okay with this, but knowing him, he wouldn’t mind at all. He loved spending time with your family as much as you did with his.

“Oh that’s a great idea honey, i’m sure we can figure something out!”

The rest of dinner went off without a hitch, calm conversation and laughter shared between everyone, you could already feel the classic thanksgiving hangover hitting you as you lounged on the couch tucked into Oscar’s side, your eyes heavy and tired.

“NO YOU JUST SLAPPED ME WITH ANOTHER PICK UP UP 4 IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!”

Oscar laughed hearing your little cousins playing uno in the other room as you rolled your eyes. If anyone was the loudest on these holidays it was the kiddos.

“YEAH WELL YOU JUST SUCK AT THE GAME THEN!”

It wasn’t long before your aunt went in there and told them off, quiet chatter resuming after the mini scream fest over the classical card game had ensued. Truth be told you were nervous for Oscar to experience thanksgiving with your family because you weren’t always put together and fancy, you were loud and energetic, your family loved playing games, having treasure hunts and playing games of charades.

You knew deep down it wouldn’t everyone’s cup of tea but Oscar wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d never felt more comfortable and at home like he did with you when you visited your family. It made him feel normal and accepted, he didn’t have to worry about the media, the race track or the constant murmurs going around the paddock.

“How was your first thanksgiving experience love?”

He smiled down at you, his finger tips running up and down your back

“I loved it, really it was so much, I can’t wait to keep experiencing this craziness with you”

“Oscar loves the thanksgiving craziness…never thought i’d say that”

The Aussie laughed leaning down to kiss you

“Well now I get to experience a different craziness from yours everyday”

“Hey!”

You frowned jokingly but he was quick to once again bring his lips to yours, deepening the kiss enough to have your face flush, thankfully your family too enamoured in their own activities to notice your little display of affection.

“I love you and all your craziness darling, it’s what makes you, you.” he stated softly, taking his time to admire you

“I love you more.”

Oscar had all he needed right in front of him, he’d never felt more welcomed and appreciated than he did right now, curled up on the couch at your parents house after a delicious dinner, something he would continue to be apart of for years…and years to come.

[sociopathicartist]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do both fluff and some suggestive or more mature relationship headcanons with Sans?

tysm for requesting! all the suggestive/mature ones will be below the cut

Classic!Sans x reader (Fluff and Suggestive) headcanons.

Not that Sans would be extremely clingy per se, but he is very attached to you. I feel like he’d for sure like to just show up to your work quite often with a lunch or snack for you that he made, always packed with a silly joke written on your napkin inside. He kinda works various jobs and works around town since he’s not a big fan of the boring, same daily routine with his life, so whenever he’s off from work and he doesn’t have really anything to do since almost all his time goes to you, he’ll just show up to surprise you anyways. He likes to just spawn in behind you, sometimes he’ll tap your shoulder and give you a little kiss on your neck as he stands on his tiptoes to let you know he’s there, other times he’ll send you a photo of yourself to be silly. He likes the most though to just stand behind you and wait for you to turn around and notice he’s there, followed by a short scream from the Sans jumpscare. Is that weird? Probably. He doesn’t care.

“Sans! Where the fuck did you come from?”

‘whaaat? babe, it’s just me.’

-

He’s gotten into the habit recently of bringing you things every time he sees you. The gifts rotate out, and they range in extreme variation, but most of them are just silly things he saw when he was out and he bought it because he thought of you. Sans has found that he doesn’t like showing up empty-handed when he sees you anymore, he always has something to slip into your pocket or tuck in your hair. It’s one of his favorite ways of showing you how much he appreciates you. The gifts range anywhere from your favorite flowers, to a smooth rock he found that he drew a face on for you, and to a little ring he saw at the store that he saved up for and waited until he was able to bring it to you at a fancy dinner together. He just really likes bringing you little things to show that he loves you, and it makes him happy to see you wearing a bracelet he got for you or seeing the flowers he gifted you resting nicely in a vase on your coffee table. Even whenever you’ve been dating for years and you both have moved in together, you’ll wake up some mornings to him tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and slowly bringing up something he cooked for you to rest on your lap.

‘hey there, gorgeous. you want these waffles? made them just for you.’

-

Sans didn’t have much interest in dating before you and him became best friends, he was always a bit too lazy, a bit too tired, and a bit too occupied with other things. Those and the fact that nobody really suited him well enough for him to be interested romantically. It makes sense for him to be a virgin, sex is never really something he thought he’d be interested in ever trying with anyone at any point. Sure, the jokes are funny to make, and he hears from his coworkers about who got a piece of what last night, but the subject rang pretty deaf on him and he never had many thoughts of ever having sex with someone. It’s a good piece of effort for him too since he’s a skeleton and he’d have to use magic to conjure anything if that’s what his partner wanted. The topic never really was brought up whenever the two of you started dating, so he just pushed the idea aside.

Then when you were both cuddling on the couch like any other night, and your hand that was under his shirt mindlessly tracing along the vertebrae on his spine trailed a little bit too low, your skin felt just a little bit too soft, too nice. You saw his startled reaction, apologized, and pulled your hand away, but the feeling was still implanted in his mind.

He’s awkward to bring it up to you since he hasn’t talked about this with anyone before other than melee jokes and snickers, so whenever he awkwardly suggested that you both should get a bit more intimate, he wasn’t sure how to think on what was happening whenever you tugged him along to the bedroom. Needless to say, he doesn’t become as awkward on the subject or initiating anything around you, but you might have to be the one to tag him in for more a lot of the time since he still gets a bit too awkward to say or ask for anything.

-

He gets very vocal, which he wasn’t aware that some people don’t like that. It doesn’t make sense to him why you would want someone to be quiet with their noises, doesn’t that tell them what a good job they’re doing? He’s always mumbling something, always telling you how good he feels, how good you’re doing, how much he loves you. It’s a bit weird to see him so focused and into something, since he’s usually pretty nonchalant about 90% of things around him, but it’s definitely a nice sight to see.

‘fuck, sweetheart, i can't-‘

‘wait- do that again, like that, i like that.’

‘holy shit, i love you so much.’

The only time he ever really shuts up is whenever he’s passed out afterward, looking folded over himself in a weird position since he just tumbled onto the pillows in exhaustion before dragging you down to sink into the bed with him.

-

He always wants to have his hands on you, all the time. This ties in with just him being physically affectionate, but to just be with you like this, getting to admire you and listen to you as you’re over him, he can’t help but keep his hands on you the whole time. They are either wrapped snugly around your waist, running through your hair, or tracing up and down your sides. Sans just can’t help it, his full and loving attention is just on you.

-

I also just don’t feel like he’d be much into PDA or any exhibitionism. I know there are a lot of fanfics out there where he gets freaky in public with the reader, and this is no diss to them, but I just don’t feel like Sans would be one for that. That doesn’t mean he shuns you in public or anything because his arm is always wrapped around yours, and he’s always bumping into you and giving you little kisses on your knuckles whenever you’re around other people. He’s just not interested in making out or getting frisky in a public setting. He likes to be alone with you, somewhere nice and private where he feels safe just being able to relax, not masked in an alleyway or bathroom somewhere. Sans also just isn’t very open about his personal life or interests with people (other than you after a bit), so it doesn’t make logical sense for him to be so willing to have one of the most vulnerable sides of him able for show of being caught or seen.

[reidsqlick]

That Damn Book. || (S.R)

pairing: Spencer!Reid x GN!reader

summary: You’re Garcias friend, and she had lent you a book mere weeks ago, not aware of her intentions for this just yet, you were soon to find out..

warning(s?): Swearing. No clue if that’s actually classified as a warning, but if it is, there we go..

Penelope Garcia. A hardworking, smart, sickeningly sweet woman. A woman you were more than happy to call your friend, nay, your best friend. You and Penelope had met, and instantly bonded over your shared fascination for cats.

Penelope Garcia was your dearest friend. Something else that you found out about her almost immediately was that she works for the FBI, and is a part of the BAU, aka ‘The Behavioral Analysis Unit’. She’s their Tech Analyst, and you’d be surprised, even though she has to go through seeing all of the absolutely gruesome things on those screens, she’s always walking around with her sweet, sweet smile.

That’s another thing that drew you to her even more. Being able to do the things she does, and still walk around with a smile? It’s absolutely bewildering, not even you can, and you work with animals. Soft, cuddly animals. Not even you can go around smiling like that, but her? She does it so swiftly, with such glee. It’s absolutely fascinating.

About two and a half weeks ago Penelope had lent you a book. Normally, you would’ve already read the book, since she’s always trying to find new books for you to read every now and then, but you’ve already read them. This time, although. You haven’t even seen this book before. This was all new to you, Garcia giving you a book you haven’t read was very, and I mean, very rare.

Usually she picks up really well known classics. Or, well- in your opinion they’re classics. Books like “The Fisher King”, and “The Collector”. Books you grew up to love, as your father apparently had owned a bookstore before he had passed. He passed a month before your birth, and you felt the need to read every book on that man’s bookshelf. You barely got halfway, but that’s beside the point.

The point is that you’ve read many good, classic books in your lifetime. Yet, you haven’t even read this one. She seemed more than excited when she had found out that you hadn’t read it before. “What!? You’re serious? I- now you gotta read the book!!!” She was more than just happy to give this to you, even though it seemed like it was her favorite book by the way she had acted over this topic.

Then again, this surprised you. Garcia definitely was just picking books before, classics. One’s displayed as classics in your local bookstore, but this, this one was different. This one seemed like it had come from a reader, like it wasn’t Garcia at all. But, after all, she is your best friend! Might as well just give it a read, what harm will it do you anyway?

A week had passed, you’d been swamped with work, and with your personal life, but also you’d been swamped with this book. Lord, has it taken up your time. Well, as much free time as you had, and if you’re being honest, you hadn’t had much of any.

This book would’ve been done by now, and added to your bookshelf, it was a short book, only a hundred and thirty-eight pages in length. On the shorter side, but- work had been kicking your ass, so it’s not you to blame, but your boss.

Eventually, the long week had come to a halting, crashing, very tiring end. You’d finally gotten a day off, and this was finally the time you could sit down and read this book that you’d just been longing to read for the entirety of the week. You had been in comfy clothes, reclining on the couch. Your face finally in this very beautifully written book, until you were sorely interrupted by a knock at your apartment door.

You groaned, saved your place in the book, and gotten up off of your couch, walking over to the door to see who could possibly show up at your apartment at 9 o ‘clock on a Saturday night. You peeped through the teeny, tiny peephole of your apartment door to see Garcia standing there eagerly, with a great big Garcia smile plastered on her face.

You sigh softly, and opened the door. Garcia stood there in a bright pink dress with an enormous smile on her face, although the moment she saw you, she frowned, “Honey!! Why aren’t you dressed up? It’s a Saturday!!” She had looked genuinely distraught. “Hm? Oh, today’s my day off,” I said softly “this is the one day I figured I could get to actually reading this book you had lent me!” I said with a smile.

The frown hadn’t left her face, “No, hun. You’re getting ready , cmon. Me and my coworkers are going out for drinks tonight!! You’re not going to stay in on a Saturday, nope, nada. Not on my watch. Cmon, get ready!! We’ve gotta be there in twenty minutes. Chip chop!!”

Twenty minutes!? Never mind twenty minutes, her coworkers? You haven’t met her coworkers in your almost two years of friendship. Usually you would care, you’d have a grudge. But it was Penelope, she works for the FBI. Of course there’s a reason behind her not wanting you to meet her friends, of course there was.

You couldn’t have just gone all these years cause she thought they wouldn’t like you, no, of course not. It’s cause of her job description. She’s a straightforward type of gal. Work stays at work, home stays at home. You never had issues with that, until now.

Now you’re thinking about it, you can stop thinking about it and you have to get ready!? Shit. You don’t own anything business casual, yes it’s drinks, but you’re also meeting your best friend in the whole world’s coworkers. Oh my god. You’re pacing nervously, but just end up going with jeans, a t shirt and a hoodie.

It’s cold in Virginia in this type of weather, or course. You don’t bother to do anything with your makeup, as you only own mascara, but you brush through your hair, spray on perfume, and walk out of your bedroom door. That’s when she shrieked.

She was in disbelief almost, “What!? Jeans and a T shirt? Y/n, I mean... You can pull it off better than anyone I’ve ever seen try to. Eh, it’s good enough!!! Cmon let’s go, get your shoes on cmon!!” She was absolutely ecstatic. For more than one reason, too. She was more than happy to go out and see her coworkers, but also happy for them to finally meet you, as she’s always talking about you

She eventually drags you out of your apartment and into her car, and drives you both to the bar that her coworkers were meeting. You had gotten out of the car, and grabbed your bag. Why bring your bag? Don’t you only need your phone!? Yeah. Usually, you’d only bring your phone, but you’re definitely not overly social, you’re in your mid twenties, you had to bring that book. This isn’t really your thing.

You walked with Garcia into the bar, and she gravitated towards the smallish group in the back, there was about five of them sitting at a larger table, the minute they had seen Garcia, they all waved, inviting her over to the table.

Then for just a second you forgot you were with her. “Okay, guys!! This is my friend who I’ve been telling you guys about for what is it, two years now? Yeah! Two years,” she smiled “their names y/n,” she pointed at you, and then the team “y/n, team, team, y/n!!”

They all had waved, and smiled at you, they all introduced themselves to you. Their names were Morgan, which you already had known who he was, Garcia always talks about her team, but him mostly. There was also Rossi, Hotchner, Prentiss, and JJ. They were all very kind, and welcoming. More welcoming than you would’ve thought.

Something was off, though. She said including her, the team was seven members, and you had only met seven. You shrugged it off until you had seen a taller, lengthy man in a cardigan roll out of the bathroom and walk over to the teams table. Garcia smirked, “Oh! Yes, y/n this is boy genius, Reid. Reid, this is Y/n.”

He then smiled, “Ah. Yes, the infamous Y/n. Nice to meet you, Y/n, as Garcia already had stated I’m Reid, Doctor Reid. Doctor Spencer Reid.” He had smiled, obviously proud of the amount of PhD’s he’d received . You had reached your hand out to shake his, as a friendly gesture.

He has immediately shrieked when you tried to reach for his hand, “Yeah, sorry I don’t shake hands. The amount of pathogens shared in a handshake is more than shared in a kiss, so- I’m not all for handshakes, sorry.” You smiled, turning a light pink.

“Oh, that’s my bad. Well, as Penelope had told you, and apparently the rest of the team, I’m Y/n. Y/n Y/ln. Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid.” You said with a smile. He had then nodded and then schooched his way into the booth, as had you. You were seated next to Penelope.

She had smiled and then whispered something to you, “He’s a germaphobe. Don’t worry too much about the man. He’s all smarts, no risk of infection.” She chuckled, and so did you. He seemed nice, though, and so did the rest of the team. They truly seemed like sweet people.

An hour or so had passed, and the team were all talking to each other while you had told Penelope you went to get a drink, you just needed to get fresh air from the new people. Not that the team was bad, no. They were sweet as can be. Just, people aren’t the thing you’re best at.

You were sat at the bar, reading the book your dear friend had lent you just mere weeks ago, it’s not normal for a book this short to last you this long, if you’re being honest. You were so deep into the book, you didn’t quite really feel or hear much going on around you, until you were snapped out of it, someone had tapped you on the shoulder.

You immediately had turned around, surprised. To your shock it was the one, and only ‘Doctor Spencer Reid’. “Good book.” he had said, just two mere words. “Hm?” you had said, confused, wondering why he’d come over here to comment on the book you were trying to read. “Oh, I was just saying. Lovely book, is it not?” you nodded. “First time read?” you nodded again, “Classic.”, you’d looked at him like he had two heads.

“Classic- Like it’s a classic, you know? It’s quite the good book, if you weren’t reading it as of now, I would’ve recommended it to you if I had known you were a reader, yourself.” he said, now sitting next to you. “Oh, yeah. It’s pretty good.” you smiled. “Why’d you decide to read it? I, personally just really like books so I read about every piece of literature I can get my hands on-“ you cut him off, pointing in the general direction of Penelope.

He cocked his head to the side, confused. “Garcia? Penelope Garcia? Recommending ‘The narrative of John Smith’? There’s no way-“ you shrugged, “She’s always giving me books, she does it, and often. Usually, I’ve read the book, but this time I hadn’t.” he nodded, and then asked a rather odd question. “When did she… recommend it to you?”

It was silent for a moment, until you had finally remembered the answer to his question just seconds later. “About.. a little over a week I’d say. Why?” he sighed. “I showed it to her a week ago. She’s always asking what I’m reading- so I show her.” your eyes widened. “You!? This is why she recommends me books? You’re serious?”

He shrugged. “I’m almost certain it’s me. I’m a reader, and by the way you act when you’re in the general vicinity of a book, so are you.” you nodded in agreement, “Yeah, but, but, why? I mean what’s the reasoning? She could look up classic books. Why do they have to come from you?”

If he was honest, he didn’t know. He had a general idea, but you didn’t. He didn’t want to weird you out when you barely even knew the man. Although, he did feel as though he should mention his thoughts to you, as it could lead to more insight on this topic. “I think I just may know why she’s doing this. Don’t you?” you shook your head no.

He sighed. “She’s setting us up. I’m almost certain. You’ve seen her do it with other people, right?” you nodded, smiling, “Yeah! Yeah,” you chuckled “she’s been doing it with others for as long as I can remember, just never with me. She knows I’ll be upset if she even were to try to set something like this up. Why would she do this all of a sudden?”

“All of a sudden?” Reid asks, you nod. “No, no” he says “not ‘all of a sudden’ she’s been giving you recommendations for what, months?” you nod again. “Sounds like her,” you say in a lower tone “can’t even be mad, though.” you add.

He looks at you like you’ve got two heads. “Can’t even be mad? You just went on about how you’ve warned the woman if she’d try to set you up. Why the sudden change, Y/n?” you chuckle, smiling softly.

“I don’t know, boy genius. Wanna tell me?”

A/N: spoilers for later seasons: anyways ignore the fact that this is the book that maeve gave reid…. UHHHH. no, but i suck at writing leaving that at that.

[salty-croissants]

Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon x fem reader : trying on their clothes

Thank you @elyn-27 for the request !

This ask wouldn’t show up in my inbox anymore for some reason - either I deleted it by accident or my Tumblr is going bonkers … sorry for the inconvenience ! Luckily I had a screenshot saved ;C;

Anyway this is such a cute prompt , I ended up getting inspired and wrote three mini stories for the boys based on it :D 

Hope it all turned out okay ! 

Details : use of female reader ;

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

< Hmm … c'est bizarre … didn’t I put it here yesterday ? > 

After searching in the drawer for a few more seconds , Bullfrog finally closed it , very puzzled : he always took good care of his assassin uniform , and yet that morning it just wasn’t in the usual place he placed it .

Maybe you remembered ? 

< y/n ? Have you seen my - > 

Then , as soon as he walked in the living room he finally saw you … and a smile illuminated his face when he realized what you were wearing . 

< Ah , so that’s where my uniform went … >

< Oh - hello sweetie ! 

Sorry I uh … I was just looking at it this morning , and I thought it would be fun to try it on , but I can give it back to you right away if you need … it … > 

The moment you felt Bullfrog’s hands gently caressing your cheeks , all while staring at you lovingly with those beautiful eyes of his , you couldn’t help but blush …

< Non , you can keep it until I need to leave , it looks really good on you mon amour ~ > 

He then left a kiss on your forehead before heading off to gather all he needed for the upcoming mission …

It was in those sweet little moments the two of you shared that you fully realized just how much you loved that frog , and just how much he loved you back .

Rayman 🧡

You had decided to try on Rayman’s suit that morning out of sheer curiosity , mostly because you were looking forward to see his reaction : 

you knew that your boyfriend had been very , very busy during the past weeks , so you eventually came up with a little surprise for him that would hopefully cheer him up a bit .

You were sure that he was still asleep since it was pretty early , but when you suddenly felt his hands around your waist you realized that he had figured out what you were doing …

< Well well , don’t you look gorgeous in my suit , darling ? ~ > 

You chuckled , blushing at his compliment while holding his hands in yours …

Classic Rayman , he never missed an opportunity to remind you how beautiful you were to him .

< Aw , you really think so Ray ? 

I’ll give it back to you if you need it , but - > 

< Don’t worry , there’s plenty of time before I gotta leave for work , and besides … > 

When you turned around to look at him , Rayman didn’t waste the opportunity to lean forward to kiss you .

< … a few more minutes spent with you is all I could ever ask for y/n ~ > 

< Pfft … okay , you’re just trying to flatter me now ~ > 

He chuckled in response , and you gladly accepted his lips on yours again , happy to see that he seemed to be way more at ease than before .

He was always working so hard … he really deserved a small break from it all , and since you were like a safe corner for Rayman he always treasured those precious moments with you . 

Ramon 🖤

Ramon didn’t even question where his coat went :

he didn’t forget about your adorable habit of wearing his clothes , so he just walked back to your shared room , watching you huddle close to it with your eyes closed until you noticed your boyfriend staring at you from the entrance …

< Oh - hey Ram —

Sorry … your coat is just so cozy and warm , I couldn’t resist … > 

< Nah , you don’t have to be sorry y/n … > 

He sat next to you on the bed , his hand reaching up to caress the back of your neck ,

< You do look real pretty in it ~ > 

< You really think so … ? >

< Mhm … > 

It wasn’t long before your faces leaned closer and closer , until your lips met in quite a few passionate kisses … which eventually lead you two to lie down in bed for a while longer , just cuddling and enjoying each other’s company …

< Tell me , was wearing my coat an elaborate plan to cuddle some more ? ~ > 

<; *gasp* , whaat ? No ! 

… 

Yeah , maybe … but it worked out well for both , didn’t it ? ~ > 

< Heh … yeah . > 

You watched Ramon snuggle closer to your chest , letting out a soft sigh as you used his coat to cover him up .

< I love you so much , y/n … I really needed this . Thank you . > 

He didn’t have an easy sleep last night , tormented like always by the horrible thought of Eden hurting the both of you …

But at least he had you with him to bring him some joy , even by doing something as small as trying on his clothes .

< I love you too honey … I’ll always be there for you , no matter what happens . > 

Hearing you whisper those words in his ear was enough to make all the tension in Ramon’s body melt away …

He really was lucky to have someone as special as you in his life .

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 9<-

Part 10

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, unprotected sex (just don‘t), overstimulation

Word Count: 4.5k

Note: Changbin at the gym? A classic. Yea maybe I discovered a new kink since that Talker episode. I hope you like this part. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are as always a blessing.

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

He had really tried. With all his self-control. He might have figured he wasn't as strong as he thought after all, but it was too late now anyway.

"Bin? What...?"

Your soft voice broke off as he finally pulled those damn leggings down and pressed you against the locker, making your hands slam hard against it.

—

When Changbin had offered to go to the gym together so he could help you with your workout plan, you were already nervous, however you had also been looking forward to it.

Normally you hated going to the gym. As soon as you walked in and got a glimpse of all the fit bodies glistening with sweat and hard-earned muscles flexing, based of their efforts, you wanted to flee and never look back.

However, Changbin kept talking about his training and now that the gym in the JYP building had been renovated, you wanted to give it a chance.

Since he was also kind of the personal trainer of the other boys and definitely knew a lot about fitness, you felt much more confident.

He had assured you that you would be alone, without prying eyes from others, and that was reassuring on one hand, but so much worse on the other.

Alone with Changbin as your personal trainer?

That sounded like the beginning of a porn movie you'd secretly love to see.

Changbin was already standing outside your office, leaning against the wall. His hair was a mess from the stressful day, and fluffy strands fell into his forehead. He carried a bag over his shoulder and smiled when he saw you.

"Hey Bin", you smiled at him.

"Hey, Y/N. You ready?"

"Sure. I'm a little scared. Don't push me too hard, okay?", you laughed, swinging your backpack onto your back. You only had gym clothes and two bottles of water with you. Changbin said you didn't need more.

You were about to walk down the long hallway together when the door to Chan's studio opened and Han stuck his head out.

"Oh Y/N, going to the gym with Changbin? Good luck!"

"Thanks...", you mumbled a little unsettled and Han grinned even more before disappearing back into the room. They clearly had a conversation about it beforehand.

Changbin just laughed darkly beside you, which didn't help.

"Don't worry. We'll take it slow."

Once inside the gym, you were amazed. It was very modern and no one else was here. After all, it was the middle of the night and usually there were only 3Racha left in the building.

"Wow. This turned out really well."

Changbin nodded:

"Yes. The renovations were badly needed. Now there's everything you could wish for."

He led you into the locker room so you could change and placed his bag on the bench in the middle of the room. There were wooden lockers on the walls all around and even a fancy shower right next to them. You set your backpack down as well and sighed softly.

"Do you want me to go outside?", he asked uncertainly. He didn't want to disturb your privacy while you were changing. You shook your head while getting your black leggings and black sports bra out of your bag.

"No, it’s alright. You can change here too."

Changbin hesitated for a moment, but then nodded and began to take out his clothes as well. While you were slipping out of your jeans, he turned his back to you, took off his hoddie, and put it on the bench.

He really didn't want to look, but he risked a quick glance anyway. He almost turned into a drooling mess when he saw your round ass and had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from staring at your light blue lace underwear like a pervert.

Han even bet that he wouldn't last 5 minutes before he wanted to fuck you and although Changbin would deny it, Han was right.

You had taken everything off by now and were standing with your back to him in just your underwear.

He knew it was wrong, that he should just turn around instead of staring. But when your hand moved to the clasp of your bra, he still looked a few seconds longer.

When you were standing in front of him in just your panties, he had to put a hand between his legs. He really really shouldn't have looked. Your tempting back was enough to shoot the heat between his legs.

Before turning around to put on your sports bra, he quickly turned away and continued to change. As he did so, he couldn't stop thinking about your bare skin and the curve of your ass that would fit perfectly in his big hands.

As soon as he had pulled on his shorts and a tank top, he hurried out of the locker room with a short:

"Meet me outside!"

A little puzzled, you looked after him, and followed as soon as you had put on your leggings and sports bra. He just set a water bottle on the counter and looked to you as you tied your hair up in a ponytail.

"What are we going to start with?", you asked, motivated, and he glanced around the room.

"We'll start with a warm up. Then I'll show you some exercises, and we'll do them in intervals."

"Alright! Sounds not that bad."

Changbin was a good trainer and he got you sweating within seconds. However, with each move he explained how to do it properly and all the muscle parts you would be working out with it. When you were completely wiped out after only a short time, he was just getting warmed up. Scorching breaths rushed through your lungs and pain began to prod at your stomach, spreading all the way down to your thighs and legs. Your limbs howled in agony.

He was strict, but didn't stop motivating you and at some point it was fun, even if everything hurt and you were sweating.

For the entirety of the session, for every exercise, Changbins hands got lost, wandering over your curves as he corrected your stance or instructed you on proper breathing through each repetition.  

His little touches as he helped you maintain your balance sent instant electrical impulses through your body. He just looked so good, with his pumped biceps, his trained torso and the sweat on his face.

You had to restrain yourself from touching him at every opportunity to feel his muscles under your fingers.

"Come on, I know you can give me one more, gorgeous!", Changbin said, spotting you from the front as you laid back on a mat while doing your last few sit-up's. He held your feet firmly on the ground, by your calves, cheering you on to do some more. His attentive gaze never wandered, glued to every part of you as you performed the exercises.

"Well done, doll", he praised as you struggled yourself up once more, abs burning, and chuckled as you dropped to the floor, stretched out like a starfish. Your head throbbed and your chest pounded. You needed a minute to summon air back to your lungs.

But he pushed you unbearably further into the next exercises.

With every touch, his fingers stayed pressed to your hips a little longer than necessary when he held you straight during push-ups.

He tried not to let it show, but seeing your long legs tighten with every movement, feeling your thighs under his fingers as soon as he helped you and how the sweat made your perfect skin shine had more impact on him than he showed.

You, too, could barely think straight as he gave you assistance with squats.

"You must always keep your back straight and bend your knees at a 90 degree angle until you feel it burning in your thighs", he explained expertly and had his hands firmly on your hips as you did the first squat.

He stood so close behind you that his chest grazed your back for a moment and when you squatted, he just stared at your tensed ass as it brushed against his middle.

"You need to push your back more, bend the knees, lean into the movement!"

You could feel his fingers digging harder into your sides each time after several repetitions.

"Like that?", you asked when he suddenly stopped explaining.

You did notice that he was staring at your ass and let out a small smirk but not saying anything. Then he cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes from your ass, which was brushing against his bulge every time. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see how red he was, even though he was only giving assistance.

"Ah... Yes... Yeah you're doing good."

While counting your thirty squats in your head, almost letting your legs give out from the effort, he could think of nothing but sinking into you from behind and your perfect ass pressed against him with every thrust.

Your strained gasps and the little sighs that escaped you each time only spurred his imagination more.

"I hope I'll be able to walk tomorrow", you pressed out with a giggle, and god you had no idea what you were doing to him.

"I can't promise that”, he replied with a throaty laugh, but he sounded distracted.

At some point you felt the reason for his tense posture. Something on your butt felt increasingly harden and after a few seconds you realized what was up with him. Your heart pumped the heat to your ears and you tried to seem unbothered.

When you finished your exercise, he quickly let go of you and turned around, pretending to want something to drink.

After watching you for a whole hour, your body shaking with exertion, your shiny skin and your little exhausted sounds, he couldn't stop himself from getting hard.

But he felt dirty. He wanted to help you with your workout and all he could think about was how he wanted to fuck you hard against the nearest wall. Embarrassed, he held his water bottle in front of his increasingly hard length.

You took advantage of the brief pause and took a breath. You were exhausted and every muscle was burning, but it was a pleasant feeling.

"What now?" you asked after a short while, looking at him with energetic eyes.

"You really have endless motivation. The boys could really learn something from you."

Actually, he just wanted to lock himself away somewhere, jerk off while thinking about your sweaty body, and be ashamed of it afterwards.

But it would be too conspicuous to break off now, just because he had a boner.

As you straighten up, you suddenly frown in pain.

"Ow! Shit”, you cursed, grabbing your shoulder but not reaching the spot on your spine that hurt so much.

The sudden pinch in your back made you groan loudly, and Changbin immediately came over to you with a concerned look.

"What's wrong?"

"My back suddenly hurts", you pressed out, and that's when he knelt down behind you on the mat. His thighs bulged with muscles that strained under his skin whenever he moved.

"You probably just pinched something”, he reasoned aloud, feeling down your spine from your neck, to your lower back.

"Yea, your muscles are strained and probably pinched a nerve. I can release that if you want. I do it all the time with the members."

Of course you trusted him, so you nodded.

"Yes. Okay."

"Lay on your stomach," he said, so you complied and folded your hands, under your chin, trying and failing to ease the wild drumming of your heart against the mat as he climbed over you. His knees fell on each side of your hips, his thighs grazing your ass. And as he lowers himself to place his hands along your spine, another part of him brushed over you, igniting your face with embarrassment. You reminded yourself that he's simply wanting to help you.

Changbin tilted his pelvis against the curve of your ass, an unmistakable weight pokes the base of your spine. More heat rushed to your face.

"Just relax... This is just to help with the pain."

His voice was calm, but he clearly enjoyed the soft feeling of your ass under his body.

He began to squeeze the round flesh of your hips and massaging the aching bands of muscles above your ass. He worked his way up your back and his strong hands on your heated skin made you close your eyes.

He probably enjoyed the touch more than he should, but he couldn't stop. Only a stifled moan made its way up your throat, your body sagging under the warm press of his palms.

"Does it fell better?", he asked and you couldn't answer him. A loud sigh floated from your mouth as he nudged more weight on the pinching area. It hurts, not a bad kind of hurt, but it shifted your mind into dizziness.

"I want to hear you, doll!", he said with a raspy voice.

"Yes, it helps”, you answered him and buried your forehead in your palms to keep from gasping out loud as you definitely felt the throbbing weight in his shorts grazing your ass cheek. Your stomach is squished into the mat as he leaned over you. While he massaged your back underneath your bra a wobbly breath escaped you.

"I really like that workout clothes on you."

His hands disappeared almost completely under the fabric of your sports bra and traveled down your sides until his fingers touched the bare skin of your breasts.

"Since it was the first workout, I think we should stop for today. You did well, but otherwise you're overworking your muscles."

Relieved, you nodded. You honestly wouldn't have survived another exercise. Your muscles felt like jelly, and if Changbin came that close to you again, you'd go nuts.

He gave your hips one last lingering squeeze before his hands vanished from your body. You found yourself missing the uncomfortably close touch. Changbin's hands had worked magic on your sore muscles.

Your underpants had become wetter and wetter with each time he had grabbed your hips during the exercises, aligned your thighs, or just randomly stroked along your belly.

You wanted to feel his fingers somewhere else, and that's why you couldn't concentrate on the workout once you felt his hard member against your ass.

"You can go ahead and get changed", he said, still holding the bottle in front of his private parts.

"I'll be right there."

As silly as it sounded, it was like he was undressing you with his stare.

You nodded slowly and had to squeeze your thighs together at the sight of his sweaty torso. The tank top was sticking to his abs since he had been doing pushups with you and his hair was falling tangled in his forehead. He looked so hot that you had to force yourself away from the sight of him.

When you disappeared through the door into the locker room, he threw the bottle in the trash and stared at the closed door behind which you were probably undressing.

Had he really imagined your intense stares and slightly suggestive gasps?

The images in his head were driving in circles and he knew he couldn't take it anymore.

Just as you opened the locker to get your things, Changbin bursted into the room. You turned around and had to bite your lower lip when you saw the tent in his shorts.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. You're driving me insane", he growled, already pushing you against the locker as he slammed the locker door shut with the other.

With a gasp, you felt his erection against your lower abdomen and his strong hands on your hips, pressing you firmly against the lockers.

He licked his lips and watched your face with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Bin, what-", but you were interrupted by his lips crashing mercilessly against yours. He kissed you so tumultuously and hurriedly that your hands immediately flew into his hair and tugged at it. He grinded his length in heat against your body and you could feel it growing with every second.

Chaotically your tongues met and his huge shoulders completely shielded you from the rest of the room. He was all over you, kissing you with all the dirty desire that had built up over the last few hours.

"I need you. Now!", he panted still at your swollen lips and reached for your ass, kneading it tightly through the tight leggings so that you lifted off the floor.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you up, making your already wet pussy touch the crotch area of his shorts. Eventually slamming your back against the empty lockers.

Immediately you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him even closer, and with your back pressed against the metal, he kissed along your jawline, up to your neck, where he immediately sucked and worked big hickeys into your skin that you probably couldn't easily hide.

"You're so cruel... I couldn't think of anything else the whole time but ripping those damn leggings off you", he mumbled into your skin, cupping your boobs with his hands. Veins stood out from the workout on his forearms and that only turned you on more.

"Fuck... Binnie", you gasped, overwhelmed. Even his sweat smelled seductive, and you tugged at his strands of hair in desire as he ripped the sports bra off your body at the speed of light.

Immediately he twirled one nipple between his fingers while roughly kneading your other breast.

"Even your tits are perfect", he growled, eyeing your half-naked body aroused. In his gaze was pure greed for you and your body, which made your panties and leggings completely soaked.

You pressed your thighs even tighter against his sides and rolled your hips against his to get more friction between your cunt and his bulge.

With shaky fingers you ripped the tank top off his body and finally you had a clear view of his muscular body. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Every one of his muscles tensed under the touch of your fingers and you couldn't quite realize that you could finally feel his perfectly built abs so tight against your skin.

You brought nothing but excited gasps from your lips. Changbin's sudden attack drove the heat into your veins and feeling his immense length through the fabric drove you insane. It was clear that his dick was huge, since everything about him was big, which put you in joyful anticipation.

But Changbin was too impatient. He needed to feel you and he needed to feel you now.

"I need your pussy so bad", he said almost desperately and lowered you down.

Before you could catch your breath, he turned you around by your hips and pressed you so hard against the lockers that you panted loudly.

Little whimpers and moans kept escaping him, which would have been cute if he wasn't so dominant with his hands.

"Fuck. I can't wait to feel your soaked pussy around my cock", he murmured as he was already pulling down your leggings along with your panties. You somehow got rid of them and kicked them off.

You got goosebumps as your skin and core were suddenly exposed to the cold air, but you already felt him ripping off his shorts and boxers.

His movements were so hurried and violent as he couldn't take it anymore. The last hours had been torture.

With his hands he pressed you rough against the locker so that your hands and cheek leaned firmly against it and your breasts were pressed against the cool metal.

This sight of your ass and wet cunt completely at his mercy made Changbin's thoughtfulness overshadowed by pure lust. Your mind emptied. No thoughts lingered as desire crowded your brain. He started urging his hardness between your ass cheeks.

You already felt his tip at your entrance when he lined up behind you, and his throbbing dick was thick and obviously massive. With a quick movement, he brought your hips into position and then sinked into you from behind with his entire length.

"Shit. You're so tight", he cursed as your walls nearly crushed him. He thrusted slowly deeper and deeper and you feared being torn apart by him stretching you out. You moaned loudly and he moved slightly so you could get used to it.

"You take my cock so well... good girl."

The pain quickly turned to pure arousal, and the way he filled you up perfectly made you dig your fingernails into the locker.

"Is everything okay?", he asked, breathing heavily as he was completely absorbed in you and you felt his balls pressed against your clit.

You couldn't open your eyes as every movement rattled your insides.

"Mmmh... Binnie, you're so... big. Filling me out...", you gasped and his tone automatically softened.

"I can stop if it's too much, babe.”

Quickly, you shook your head against the locker.

"No. Please Binnie! Please fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you want!"

Your shaky voice and strained back made his dick inside you twitch impatiently.

"You're so goddamn sexy, babe", he growled, and as he slowly pulled his length back out of you, a desperate whimper escaped you.

Without hesitation he slammed into you, making you scream and squeeze your eyes tight with your chest pounding. Your eyes rolled back and grunts came out of his gritted teeth, as your mouth hung open in a quiet scream. He found the g-spot almost immediately. He thrusted harder, hitting it every time. With each time he penetrated deeper. The sight of your cockdrunk face against the locker, the sharp moans bursting from your throat as pain blooms in your core and the way your ass wiggled every time made him go insane.

"Do you know how hard it was to hold back? All those times you bent over for me like the good girl you are...", he said between harsh grunts.

It wasn't long before he increased the pace, moving your hips against his with each thrust, until the room was filled only with your desperate moans, his gasps, and the filthy sound of skin slapping together. The squelching of your swollen cunt, mixed with your desperate, tearful pleas:

"Please, it's too.. too much, Bin..."

The filthy, wet clap of his skin against yours rises, echoing in the empty lockroom and definitely also outside at the gym. The snapping of his hips became more violent and his balls slapped against your clit with each time, making your head completely foggy.

"Gotta stretch every part of you after the workout, doll."

The vertiginous heat reaches its high and bliss overwhelmed you as you were on the edge.

"Say my name slut!"

His words made you fall apart even more. He was completely addicted to you while you moaned his name in the most beautiful melody he had ever heard. His fingernails dug into the soft skin of your ass as he fucked you without mercy against the locker, which creaked loudly with each thrust.

Your whole upper body was by now pressed firmly against the wood and your nipples were hard from rubbing against the door.

Pornographic sounds came from you and you moaned his name like a mantra that brought you to your climax. Your lids fluttered. Your back flexed, as stuttered sobs ripped themselves from your throat when you finally came.

As your walls tightened around Changbin, he grunted:

„I think I have to break my promise. I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow!", while hitting all the sensitive spots that made you a mess.

"Don't stop, Binnie! Please come inside me!"

Even though you were already ruined, you wanted him to come inside you.

"You're so good for me, doll. So good", he sighed.

Your words motivated him to go harder inside you, pushing so deep it almost felt uncomfortable. Your suddenly tightened around him again and your orgasm gripped you again, making you gasp loudly as you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

But he didn't stop thrusting into you and overstimulating your sensitive pussy. However his thrusts were getting sloppier, his cock twitching inside you.

He was too distracted by your sore pussy and how it looked wrapped around his throbbing cock to pull out, filling you up with cum.

The thrusts stopped but he was still inside you. His musky scent surrounding you. You grew dizzier and couldn't hear him trough the thick fog in your head. Your thoughts are mush by now, your words nonsense and he too was completely lost.

Breathing heavily, he rested his chin on your shoulder and your bodies stuck together as sweaty as they had not been during the workout.

Protectively, he put his arms around your body, turned you to face him, and brushed your hair out of your face.

"Sorry, baby. I lost myself a little."

The fog slowly cleared, but all you could do was fall exhausted against his chest. Like a precious piece of jewelry, he held you close and caressed your forehead, your nose, your whole face with his lips. You weren't sure if you would ever be able to walk again, but you were lost in drunkenness anyway.

"Come on. Let me get you in the shower and take care of you."

His voice was velvet on your soul and he lifted you up with ease. He carried you into the shower of the gym and lowered you there. Slowly the strength returned to your shaky legs, but he insisted on soaping your hair and helping you cleaning yourself up.

Under the warm stream of water, he massaged your scalp, rinsed your hair, and spread the shower gel over your body with soft touches.

"Binnie?"

Questioningly, he looked at you as you said something for the first time again. His faithful eyes examined your tired face with such care that your heart beat faster.

"Huh?"

"Are you my personal trainer now?"

An amused smile was on your lips and he washed the soap off your shoulders with a chuckle.

"If that's what you want, I'd love to."

"Will training always be like today then?"

"I hope so."

The corners of his mouth lifted and he stroked his fingers along your jawline, up to your temple, like he's tracing the contours of a portrait.

While you were enveloped in steam and the fresh smell of lemon and wood of his shower gel, you put your hands to his chest and kissed him.

It was a sweet, almost innocent kiss. Like the first kiss you had with your crush as a teenager. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you closer.

You felt safe, secure and wanted. It was a comforting feeling and finally you had found the word that described how the boys made you feel:

Like home.

->Part 11

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Trust Your Gut

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of rohypnol (date rape drug), fluff, smooches, mention of a little violence

Word Count: 2.7K-ish

Summary: You keep seeing a very handsome stranger every Friday at happy hour with your work friends. He saves you from a potential dangerous situation

A/N: Miss me? 🤣 I had a lovely vacation, didn’t really look forward to going back to work but I’m happy to be back to writing. And if there’s anything you’d like to see from me, don’t hesitate to send something to my inbox. Come say hi! ♥️ So anyway, I saw a prompt on the blog @creativepromptsforwriting and I wanted to use it. #1061 - “I have wanted to kiss you every time I’ve seen you smile.” “Then why haven’t you yet?”

Oh and I make mention of Tyler Durden, Brad Pitt’s character in Fight Club. If you haven’t seen it, what are you waiting for…it’s classic!

Not much else to say except I hope you like it! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Before you had even set one foot into the bar today, you felt his presence.

That gut feeling you had all day while you were at work, a combination of butterflies and knots danced and twisted around in your stomach as you kept glancing at the time, waiting for the moment you could clock out so you could go and meet your friends for your usual Friday after-work drink.

For the past month, you had noticed him. The way his long dexterous fingers wrapped around the glass of bourbon, the way his throat moved up and down as the amber liquid trickled down his throat, and the clenching of his teeth as his drink hit his stomach.

He was so handsome, mysterious, and sexy as fuck. His eyes looked like two pieces of onyx that shined when the dim lights of the bar hit them just right and you tried your hardest not to seem like you were staring at him but he probably knew you were.

Every woman in that place stared at him. How could they not? Between his handsome face, the fancy suit and tie, those eyes you could get lost in, and a smile that made you weak in the knees, you were irresistibly drawn to him. He could have his pick of any woman but you were surprised that every woman that threw themselves at him, he turned them all down.

Why?

Actually, you didn’t care why he turned them down. You only cared that he did turn them down and you didn’t have to watch him leave with someone that wasn’t you but you were too shy to even think of speaking to someone of his caliber.

All of those thoughts disappeared as soon as you saw your friends waiting for you. You were there to have a good time with them, not to gawk at the handsome man in the fancy suit. They had saved you a seat and it happened to be near Mr. Fancy Pants’ table.

Your gut never lied; he was there already.

He was drinking with a few other guys also dressed in fancy suits. Your heart jumped from your chest into your throat and you managed to catch a glimpse of him before he could return your gaze although he probably didn’t even look away from his friends.

“I’m bringing someone for you next week, y/n.” Your friend Jenna said.

Your mind was somewhere else and you were staring off into space so you didn’t exactly hear her.

“What?” You replied.

She glared at you, pointed and asked, “You didn’t pay attention to a word I just said, did you.”

You felt bad and apologized.

“I’m sorry, Jenna. I guess I’m a little distracted.” You replied.

Every woman in the bar had a crush on Mr. Fancy Pants, but you didn’t let it show that you did too. It was difficult but you acted like he wasn’t even there. If there was a way for you to become invisible so no one would see you ogling him, you would do it in a heartbeat.

Stolen glances would have to do…for now.

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The following Friday, your standing date with your friends was rapidly approaching and you were nervous about the guy Jenna said she was bringing for you. She said his name is Tyler and he is a personal trainer/boxer at the gym that she and her husband go to. Every time you heard the name “Tyler,” two words popped into your head…Fight Club.

“…And could you try not to mention Fight Club when you meet him? I knew exactly what you were thinking when I told you his name was Tyler.” Said Jenna.

You shrugged and said, “Ok, but you know that happens when I get nervous. I just start quoting movies or blurt out song lyrics. I can’t help it. It’s who I am.” You said with a slight chuckle and batting your eyelashes.

It almost sounded like Jenna didn’t want you to be yourself but she wanted you to be someone else when talking to Tyler but you would try to keep your movie quotes to a minimum, although you couldn’t make any guarantees.

He was nice enough, good looking, and seemed like he enjoyed his job. But he was a little full of himself, dull and didn’t seem like the brightest crayon in the box, nothing like the real object of your affection, Suit & Tie. Everyone in the room was drawn to him.

Without saying a word, he commanded your attention and always seemed in charge of everything. That kind of power over people turned you on, it sent a restless shiver down your spine, and a sudden warmth brushed across your cheeks.

Your blind date, however, droned on and on about the gym, his clients, some of them famous people, which didn’t impress you in the slightest. Your mind wandered, thinking about if Suit & Tie’s taste in bourbon was impeccable like his taste in suits.

Your desire to taste the bourbon on his lips kept getting stronger with every sip he took. The words coming out of Tyler’s mouth were not registering and it sounded like he was speaking underwater. That’s how little you were paying attention to what he was saying.

There was something about Tyler that wasn’t sitting right with you, though. He put out kind of a weird vibe but you couldn’t put your finger on exactly what it could be. Your intuition has never betrayed you before and you didn’t think it would start now.

Setting your empty glass onto the bar, you told Tyler you needed to use the ladies’ room and said you would order another beer when you got back. Emerging from the bathroom, you were startled to see who was standing in front of you. Mr. Fancy Pants. Your stomach lurched upward toward your throat before settling back down and he wasted no time starting the conversation.

“You have a date tonight, I see.” He said softly with a warm smile.

He noticed that he scared you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized and extended his hand for you to shake. “Billy Russo…nice to meet you.”

Shaking his hand, you replied, “OH! I’m y/n, it’s really nice to meet you Billy. And yeah it’s—it’s a blind date.”

Billy moved in closer, caging you in against the wall down the long and narrow hallway. The scent of his spicy cologne floated past your nose and he placed his hand against the wall just above your head. He was even more handsome up close.

“Do you like him?” He asked in a serious tone as the line of his mouth tightened a fraction more.

Not really knowing how to respond, you stumbled over your words at first but managed to pull yourself together long enough to answer him.

“Oh…well…I dunno,” You had started to say. “Actually…I feel like there’s just something off about Tyler but I don’t know what it is.” You whispered.

Billy’s endless brown eyes stared into yours. He looked…angry but you weren’t frightened.

“You felt that, huh?” He replied.

Nervously, you nodded.

“Yeah, I felt that too and confirmed it when I saw him slip something into the fresh beer that’s waiting for you on the bar.” He said through clenched teeth.

You covered your mouth in disbelief.

“WHAT?! I purposely didn’t order another beer yet so I could watch it being poured.” You asked in a scared tone.

“Look, I know you don’t know me but I don’t want anything to happen to you because, well…I” Billy trailed off. “Do you trust me?”

Strangely enough, you did. You trusted him like you’ve known him for years.

“Y-yes, I do…Billy.” You answered.

The corners of his mouth turned up into a sly smile.

“Good, because I’ve kinda developed a little crush on you in the four weeks I’ve been comin’ in here. I keep suggesting this place to my team, hopin’ I’d get to see you.” He whispered in your ear, his hand still pressed against the wall, and his slight New York accent peeking through.

His words went straight to your core and instantly goosebumps peppered across your skin as the scent of bourbon escaped his lips when he spoke.

“Really?” You asked, shyly.

Biting down on his lower lip, he nodded.

“Well…I may have a little crush on you too.” You said with a slight smile.

Your hands trembled as you reached for his tie. Sliding it through your fingers, you looked up at him through your long dark lashes, desperately wanting him to kiss you and not caring that you just officially met him a few minutes ago.

Billy Russo was the one person in the entire bar that you felt like you could trust wholeheartedly and that included the trust you had in your co-workers and friends. It was hard to explain but everything about him just felt right.

Billy had inched close enough for the two of you to share the same air, causing you to swallow hard before he spoke again.

“I have wanted to kiss you every time I’ve seen you smile.” He said slowly as he grazed your cheek with his knuckles and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, away from your face.

Billy’s lips ghosted over yours as you asked with a smile, “Then why haven’t you yet?”

Flashing that million-dollar smile, he gently cupped your cheeks and drew your face closer to his before his lips were pressed firmly against yours. They tasted like vanilla with a mixture of sweetness and bite as he continued to kiss you a little harder now. Your stomach dropped when his body pressed up against you and your hands migrated to his raven colored hair.

His kisses were even better than you imagined they would be.

Breathlessly, his name fled from your lips as he kissed up and down the side of your neck. You completely lost yourself in the moment before snapping back to reality and remembered about Tyler, your friends, and the fact that no one has been down this hallway since you came out of the ladies’ room.

“Billy…no one’s come down here looking for either one of us.” You said.

He pulled back and said with a devilish grin, “Oh I got a guy at the end of the hallway preventing anyone from coming down here. I didn’t want any interruptions before I could tell you what that asshole did to your drink.”

“Shit…I keep forgetting about that.” You said, pressing your palm to your forehead.

Billy smirked again. “I’ll take that as a compliment, pretty eyes. Have dinner with me.” He commanded.

“Are you requesting or demanding?” You asked with a warm smile.

He leaned in to kiss you again.

“Please?” Asked Billy.

Without any hesitation, you replied, “Well since you asked nicely…yes, I’d love to Mr. Fancy Pants.”

Billy started to laugh.

“Mr. Fancy Pants, huh.” Said Billy.

You shrugged.

“Well, I didn’t know your name so that’s just how I referred to you in my head.” You said with a slight chuckle. “Suit & Tie was another one I used.”

He laughed at that one too.

“Well, I like both of them.” He said.

Just as he finished his sentence, a voice boomed from down the hall.

“Hey Bill!”

Billy yelled back.

“Yeah, what is it Frankie?!”

“You done warnin’ Miss Pretty Eyes about that fuckin’ scumbag yet?! Says he needs to use the bathroom.” He said, his voice dripping with disdain.

You narrowed your eyes slightly as the corners of your mouth curled into a smile.

“Pretty Eyes? You’ve told other people about the nickname, I see.” You said to Billy.

Billy winked at you and replied to his friend.

“Go ahead, Frankie. Let him down here and then you can watch me work!” Yelled Billy, with a devilish grin.

He was breathless with anger. Clenching his teeth, you watched as Billy’s hand balled into a fist until his knuckles shown white. The same knuckles that were gently brushing your cheek a few moments ago were getting ready to connect with Tyler’s face.

“You’re gonna hurt him, aren’t you.” You said nervously; your hands shaking slightly.

Billy kissed you on the forehead and replied, “Tyler’s walkin’ in to his own personal Fight Club. I’m gonna make sure he’ll think twice before doing that to someone else, y/n.”

The reference to Fight Club made you laugh. Movie references randomly popped into your head at any given time. It appeared that they randomly popped into Billy’s head also. This guy just might be your person.

“Ah, you forgot the first rule of Fight Club, Mr. Russo!” You chuckled a little. “So, do you beat people up professionally orrrrr?” You asked sarcastically.

He gave you another wicked smile and said, “We can talk about that at dinner and then you can remind me what the rules of Fight Club are.”

Immediately after he started walking down the hall, Tyler began running his mouth, telling Billy to get away from me, and “hope he’s ready to have his ass kicked.” When he got close, Tyler took a couple swings at him but missed and Billy proceeded to show him what happens to guys who mess with other people’s drinks.

Shoving Tyler out of the back door, Billy bloodied him enough to where you knew he’d never do that to anyone ever again and had the bartender call the police. When they dumped the beer out, there was some white residue along the bottom of the glass.

“Hey, he took swings at me first. I was just defending myself.” Said Billy, after being asked why Tyler’s face looked like a mangled piece of meat.

Bar patrons and Frank had watched Tyler swing first so they corroborated Billy’s story that he was “defending himself” and Jenna apologized for trying to set you up with such a creep. It wasn’t her fault; how could she have known? But she still felt pretty bad about the whole thing.

“I promise, I’ll never try and set you up again. I’m not very good at it, apparently.” She said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

“Well maybe if this works out, you won’t have to set me up again.” You said.

Watching Billy talk to the police, you felt a sense of relief, and it scared you to think of what would have happened if he wasn’t there. If he wasn’t watching at that exact moment, something terrible could have happened to you.

Billy had finished talking with the cops when you rushed over to him, crashed into his chest and wrapped your arms tightly around his torso. The shock of it all had worn off and you were left thinking about all of the bad things that could have happened.

He was surprised but returned your embrace as tears streaked down your face.

“Hey, hey it’s ok, y/n. It’s ok. You’re safe.” He whispered against the top of your head.

“Thank you, Billy.” You said with a hitch in your voice, trying not to get your tears on his shirt.

You just kept thanking him over and over again. You had to make sure he knew just how grateful you were to him for today.

“I’ll never let anything bad happen to you…pretty eyes. You can trust me.” Said Billy with a slight smile.

His voice was calm and smooth like warm honey. He soothed you and reassured you that you were alright. Billy’s long arms wrapped around you, his body was a warm cradle for yours, and you fit perfectly against him.

“I know I can, Billy. I don’t know how I know…but I do.” You said as the corners of your mouth curled into a shy smile.

Brushing his beard with your thumbs, you leaned in to kiss him again. Instinctively, you knew there was something off about Tyler but at the same time, your gut told you there was something about Billy Russo that fit just right.

You would just have to remember to really listen to that inner voice from now on when it tells you something important, whether it’s bad or very…very…good.

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Late night visit (snape x reader 18+)

Severus planned for a boring but peaceful night alone when a sudden intrusion caused for his night to be turned upside down 🖤

Word count: 5717

Category: smut and fluff

Warnings?: drunk sex but there is assumed consent as they are very much a couple in love but plz irl make sure your partner is safe! And the tiny use of daddy, only a few lines use the word so it’s not a daddy dom type fic! Anyway enjoy!

Severus settled into his favorite reading chair with a freshly brewed cup of tea. y/n had been on him to start taking time for himself and decrease his stress levels. So, she had popped into a fancy little tea shop in London on her last outing and purchased a container of lavender Earl gray tea the shop woman recommended. It was about 11 when he had finally decided to put down his work and take her up on her advice to relax and try to settle in with a cup and a book that wasn’t potions related.

He always felt guilty if he wasn’t working when he was alone, felt as if he was wasting time if it was for his enjoyment, but her words from earlier in the day passed through his mind. “Sevvie please, it’s Saturday, don’t drown in your research until you pass out.” Normally she would be by his side on a Saturday evening but tonight she was off with her girlfriends as one seemed to be getting married and she was tasked to help throw a bachelorette party.

She wasn’t much of a “party girl” so he was shocked when she had told him about it. Not like he didn’t want her to go or anything like that, she was entitled to a life outside of his dungeon, but more because she wasn’t a big drinker. She normally chose to be curled up like a cat lounging no matter if it was home alone or over at Severus’ place.

It took Severus about an hour to finally get comfortable and push down his looming guilt of not being productive to finally get into his novel. He had decided to pick out the Henry James novel The Turn of the Screw, a classic horror novel filled with psychological horror and madness. Really, a perfect book for him other than the textbooks that he liked to read as if he was a kid with comics.

As it was a shorter novel and him being such a fast reader it took him only about an hour and a half to finish. He looked over to the clock on the wall and it was almost 12:30. He wondered how y/n was getting on, “I hope she’s safe” had crossed his mind many times that night. Like before he was fine with her being out, she was an adult and he wasn’t her father but it didn’t stop him from being concerned. He wasn’t worried about her doing something wrong, he was worried about the people who lurked in the shadows. He bounced his leg nervously, just sat in his chair not knowing what to do now. He thought he might as well get ready for bed as he wasn’t going to get any real comfort until he saw her in the evening tomorrow.

He pushed himself up and out of his chair and made his way to the bathroom for his nightly rituals. He had changed out his clothes for his pajamas and was half way through brushing his teeth when he heard a crash from downstairs. He jumped by the sudden commotion and quickly spit and dropped his toothbrush in favor of his wand that was sitting on the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Barreling down the staircase ready to blast whoever dared break into his home, he stopped dead in his warpath to be met with a very intoxicated y/a who had somehow managed to stumble in and fall directly into the table he had by the front door, knocking over books and a large vase in the process.

“Y/n! Good heavens are you ok?!” He exclaimed as he rushed down the last few steps. “What are you doing here? How did you even get here?” Many questions were being rushed to her drunken mind that she didn’t even know how to respond. He quickly crouched down to her side and noticed she had fat tears welling up in her eyes. “I…. I’m s-sorry *hick* I just wan*hick*ted to seeee you” she cried, slurring her words. He couldn’t help but soften as he heard her little pathetic cries below his looming figure.

He had actually never even seen her drink before so never knew what type of “drunk” she was. She was just so helpless before him. “I’m sorry I broke *hick* your table sevvie” she cried to him, now with her face hard into his chest. He liked to pretend that he hated it when she called him “sevvie” but he really loved it and hearing it coming from her drunk mouth made his heart beat fast. “Shhh my dear it is only a table, it can be easily picked up and fixed. No real harm done.” He consoled her with a gentle hand petting her head.

While he held her he looked up to the door and noticed the many locks were all still secured and he furrowed his brow in confusion. “Y/n… how did you even get in here?” He asked. “Please don’t be mad Sevvie…*hick* I just wanted to see you real bad” she pleaded into his chest. Right then he knew exactly what she had done. “Oh Merlin y/n, you didn’t apparate here did you? In such a drunken state, you could have sliced yourself in half!” He scolded, not meaning to come off as angry but he had a bad habit of not conveying his tone correctly. She didn’t even reply with words but with more, now louder, sobs into his shirt.

He knew that scolding her in this state was not the right thing to do and quickly tried to remedy the situation with more petting and soothing words “shhh it’s ok I’m sorry, Sevvie didn’t mean to yell, it’s ok shhhh.” They stayed there a few moments just rocked back and forth as her cries calmed and now were down to a few sniffles. As much as situations that were caused by big emotions made him feel completely uncomfortable, he couldn't help but to feel good in this moment. In her drunken state all she could think about was coming to him. He would do anything for her and if that meant sitting on the floor by the front door with books and pieces of vase scattered across the floor then that’s what he would do.

“Here, let's get you upstairs and cleaned up. We can worry about this mess in the morning.” He said in a smooth tone trying to not get her crying again. He stood up and held onto her arms to get her to her feet, she stumbled lightly and fell into his chest. He loved the close contact that continued to be bestowed on him. “I’m sorryyyyy!” She cried as she looked up to him with her tear stained cheeks clearly on the verge of crying again. He had his answer from before on what type of drunk she’d be and she clearly was an emotional one. He wondered if this was the reason she preferred not to drink around him at all.

“Darling it’s quite alright let me just help you up the stairs.” He said as he scooped her up in his arms bridal style. She went up in a fit of giggles tightly gripping her arms around his neck. It was good to hear her laugh instead of her continuing sobs. “See that’s much better I only want to hear your laughter the rest of the night, no more crying.” He said in a fake strict tone but sly smile. She looked up to him with bright cheeks. She nuzzled her head into his neck and they made their way up to the bathroom to get her cleaned up.

He didn’t know if her smeared makeup was completely due to her fits of crying or also because of whatever wild antics her and her girlfriends got up to earlier in the evening. He knew now was not the best time to be asking too many questions but he couldn’t help himself not to pry a tiny bit. He sat her down on the closed toilet and moved over to the sink and got a warm washcloth prepared. Moving to sit on the edge of the tub adjacent to her he began to gently wipe her face.

“So my love, did you have fun this evening?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh yeah! We went to this bar that we ummm went to in college” she trailed off “mmmmmm this feels goooood” he couldn’t help but to chuckle as she pushed her face more into his touch. “You touch me soooo good Sevvie” she hummed. Severus’ eyes widened a bit and he cleared his throat. It’s not like she had never said that to him but still compliments and especially double meaning compliments made his heart race.

“Here, you sit right here and I'll bring you your pajamas. How does that sound?” He asked as he brushed some hair behind her ear. “Mmm yeah please sevviest snapeeee, hehehe sevviest like severus but sevvie hehe get it… ” She laughed as if it was the funniest joke on the planet. He just looked at her desperately trying to stifle the laughter that was bubbling inside him. “Yes, quite funny indeed my love.” he replied back to her. “oh!! The pink pair pleaseeeeeee!!” “Your wish is my command.”

He never thought in a million years would he see a drunk y/n disheveled and giggling, sitting in his bathroom at 1 am. He thought he’d have a pretty boring night filled with quiet solitude and unamusement but now he was striffiling through her drawer she claimed in his dresser for a particular pair of pajamas with a little white bunny plastered on the front. He had actually gotten these for her as a little gift when she was given the drawer and a key to his home. He was very nervous giving her that much access to his life but he grew to really miss her when she was gone and didn’t value the alone time as he once did.

He made it back to the bathroom with her retrieved items to be met with, nothing. She had made a break for it. “Y/n? Darling where have you run off to?” He turned around and continued down the hall to check his study for his vanishing act. It was easy enough to find her as all he had to do was follow the trail of clothes that led him to his office door. “Umm y/n are you in here?” He said as he slowly opened the door.

He was met with the sight of y/n standing in just a bra and panties warming herself by the still lit fireplace. “Oh Merlin…” he thought to himself as he saw her glowing in front of him. “Sevvie! There you are! I wondered where you ran off to!! You were gone for ages!!” She exclaimed while wrapping her arms enthusiastically around his neck. “You left me all aloneeeee after it took me so long to finally find you I’m hurt!” Y/n said in a huff

“What do you mean it took so long to find me?” He asked puzzled. “Welllll i accidentally ended it a few spots before i landed on your table” she looked up shyly “I’m gonna have to apologize to one very angry neighbor lady tomorrow.” At this point he couldn’t hide his laugh and sent out brighter laughter around the room. “Sevvieeeee don’t laugh at meeeeeee.” She squealed and she swung about.

He couldn’t help but to grab on to her waist for support and remembered just how almost nude she was. “My love, why did you undress?” He asked. “Ohhhhhh I donno. Maybe I didn’t wanna wait for you to do it for me.” She suddenly let go of his neck and pushed him back into his reading chair. He stumbled back in surprise as she had never been forceful with him before. Before he could make sense of the situation she had straddled his lap.

“What the? Y/n what has gotten into you?” He laughs out. She started peppering his face with little kisses, giggling with every single one. She was gripping the sides of his face and as she pulled away from the kisses she looked down to him with heart eyes. “My sevvie is sooooo beautiful. My beautiful handsome pretty boyfriend!” She squished his cheeks while she spewed out compliments. He couldn’t help but blush at her drunken proclamations and he loved hearing her call him her boyfriend.

“Sev I just love you so so so much why and how did I get so lucky! I just wanna kiss you forever and ever!” She exclaimed before she started another assault to his face. Severus couldn’t lie he was having a very hard time controlling himself at this very moment. He had his beautiful girlfriend straddling him in front of a roaring fire half naked shouting to the heavens on how lucky she was to be so in love with him.

His mind was filling up with many thoughts that were the opposite of putting her back into clothes but he still had a sting of guilt that was swaying him to stop. “My love as much as I am very madly deeply in love with what is happening right now, I think we should stop.” He said with a tone that implied he really hated having to say it. She looked down at him with her big sad eyes “but sevvieeee I’ve been dying all night to come back to you!” She protested, leaning down to rest her face by his neck. “I need you sooo so bad!” She whined into his ear, her breath tickling his skin. He felt a shiver wash over him and his skin covered in goosebumps to the sensation and her seductive tone.

He was struggling hard to fight off his urges to just push her right to the floor and devour her whole. “Listen my love you are drunk it would be improper to continue this as much as I absolutely would love too.” He said while again pushing her hair behind her ear. She couldn’t help but nuzzle into his soft touch. “But sevvie I thought about you all night even when I wasn’t even drunk yet.” She cooed. “Is that so?” He asked in a hum. “Yes I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night. With Shara getting married I couldn’t help but think about how I want to be locked away with you for the rest of my life. Just right here, placed in your big soft lap.” Her hips wiggled playfully against him and her breath danced along his neck.

He couldn’t help but close his eyes and lean his head back to the double stimulation. “My love you are treading dangerously close to me, not being able to control myself.” He warned her. “Maybe I want you to lose control on me?” She licked up his neck in a seductively slow pace finally resting on his earlobe with a nibble. She knew exactly what buttons to push to send him over the edge. Sober or drunk she would let this man do anything he wanted to her, just to be underneath him was a reward from the gods to her.

His hands met her waist and pulled her hips to press her hard against him. “Don’t ask for something you might regret darling.” She looked down to him and with fluttering eyes cooed “but sir you have never been a regret only a reward to me.” And brushed her lips against his. He was pushed to his limits, something in him snapped and his eyes went dark.

He flew to his feet with her still straddled around him. She squeaked in surprise. Before she knew it her back was against the wall and her lips were being assaulted with deep passionate kisses. Moaning against his lips, a fire was building up inside her, so was desperate and needy for his touch. He moved to her neck and left rows of kisses, nibbles and sucks on her sensitive skin. “Oh gods Sev it feels so good. I need you so bad it hurts Sev so so bad mmmm yes!” She was practically vibrating underneath him.

Moving away with her from the wall he made his way through the door. “Sevvieeeee where are we going?” She called out in his clutches. “I’m going to ravage you properly right on our bed.” She couldn’t help but feel her heart pound to the words “our bed”. She couldn’t wait so she continued the fiery kisses to his lips and neck as the stumbled down the long hallway.

They bursted into the bedroom and before she knew it she was thrown atop of the plush bedding. She looked up to her powerful man and felt a twinge between her legs. He was so dominant looking above her. His hair disheveled and lips plumb from their feverish kissing. “Please just do dirty things to me, I can't stand it” she said to his looming figure. Without words he hooked his slender fingers underneath her panties and pulled them down hard, leaving her pussy exposed to him. She couldn’t help but moan to the sudden exposure and roughness.

“Mmm I love it when you get rough with me.” She moaned “oh really? Is that how you like it my dear?” He kneeled down on the bed with her naked core under him and leaned down close to her ear. “You like it when daddy gets rough with you?” She could tell right then she was done for because Severus wasn’t one to call himself by other names especially something like daddy. All she could do was moan from him sultry words but this wasn’t good enough for him. If she wanted to play this game she was going to play by his rules.

“If you want daddy to play with you my love, then you need to speak when I ask you a question.” He snapped as he grabbed her chin to look at him. Her eyes were wide and the heat was past building, it was boiling out of her. “Mmm yes sir I’m sorry sir.” She said to him as pure and innocent as she could. “Such a good girl for me,” his hand began to travel down her side and he made circles around her thighs. So close to where she was practically begging for him to touch. “Now like I said before, do you like it when daddys rough with you baby?” “Oh gods yes!”

With that he shoved his rough fingers into her core and went to work on what she was so desperate for. The room quickly filled with her moans and the sound of her wet pussy sucking his fingers in. He sucked along her neck and moaned into her skin, the sounds she was already making were driving him wild. She was coming undone underneath him already. Without stopping the rampage on her core he moved his way down her body until he was in sight of the sweet prize between her legs.

He could now see just how wet and dripping she was, it was already leaving a mess on his bedding. He couldn’t stop himself from taking a taste of the sweet honey she was producing just for him. “Mmmm o….oh gods yes! Please yes! I’ve wanted you to eat my pussy all night! Please mmmmm” Her hands found their way to his head and pulled him even closer while bucking her hips into his mouth.

Her neediness was fueling his lust as if it was a fire to dynamite. He moaned hard around her clit lapping in all of her juices as his fingers continued their assault. His cock was pressed hard against the bed and he found himself bucking against the sheets just to find a morsel of relief. Her taste was driving him crazy, the way her moans were filling the room were sending him into overdrive. He just wanted to do anything for her at this moment to make her feel even an ounce of what she makes him feel.

He could tell she was close, her breathing was erratic, her hands couldn’t find a place to sit, her pussy was throbbing around him. She was in pure ecstasy and it was all because of him. “Sev oh gods Sev- I….I don’t know how much longer, oh fuck, I can hold!” Her hands shot back to his hair pulling him hard against her. He was so close now he couldn’t breathe but he didn’t care, he could die right then and there and he would die the happiest man in this galaxy.

He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and he hooked his fingers in just the right way that pressed the soft spot deep inside her. She was a wild animal underneath him; he had to hook his free arm around her thigh to keep her right where he needed her. “C….cum!! I’m gonna-” her sentence was cut short with a loud and desperate scream to the heavens.

He released her limp body from his grasp and removed his fingers but left a few more licks and kisses to her drenched core trying to take in as much of her as possible. “How was that my love? Did sevvie make you feel good?” He asked with a wet smile. She could only hum in response as her breath was ragged and she had turned to goo in his bedding.

He thought of getting rough with her for forgetting to speak when spoken to but he quickly decided to let it slid as she just looked so fucking cute. A complete and total mess sprawled out just for him. “My love, I'll be right back, let me get a washcloth for you.” He wasn’t even worried for his own release; he was happy to just give his angel what she was so desperate for.

He turned to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom but was stopped when he felt a hand take a fist full of the back of his shirt. He was pulled down to the bed on his back, “oh no you don’t! You think I just wanted to cum? You are wrong, mister! I want your cum!” She shouted down to him as she began to straddle his still raging erection. The fabric of his pants were rough against her sensitive core as she ground her hips hard over him. Her hands placed against his chest to find support in her wild grinding.

Severus sucked the room's hot air in between his teeth and he clenched his eyes tightly as the sudden sensation of her above him was sending pin pricks all over his body. “You want my cum my love? Is that what you have truly been on the pursuit of?” He said almost breathlessly. “Well free me and take it all.” Practically begging as he needed this just as much as her.

She didn’t hesitate in her drunken haze to finally free the prize she had been pining after the entirety of the night. Earlier in the evening the idea of being married to Severus made her hair stand on end. Being together forever unrestricted from one another never having to leave to go sleep in her own bed somewhere else. She just wanted, no she needed, him for the rest of her days.

She looked down at his swollen, slick member with heart filled eyes as if she was looking at God themself. “Sevvieeeeee do you understand how deeply and madly obsessed I am with you?” She cooed, grabbing ahold of him by the base slowly churning upwards. A mix of her words and movements sent stars floating around his head. His hands found their way to the soft flesh of her thighs that kept his body tightly in place.

No matter how many times he would go to bed with her, the sight of her naked frame in soft candle light made him feel as if he was hallucinating. Always afraid one day he would awaken cold and alone in his bed, with no traces of her ever even existing. He couldn’t believe someone could actually be truly in love with him and crave his touch, soul and body; but here she was, placed upon him in complete and utter desire and love.

She had completely lubricated him with the copious amount of precum he had produced while pumping himself against the mattress. She looked down at his blushed face and like a feral animal pounced herself down on him without words. She was already so wet and ready for him she slipped down with no hesitation. “Gods… FUCK!” He yelled out to the heavens.

His eyes shut tightly and his head pressed hard into the sheets, he could feel her already pulsing around him. The feeling of her melting into him as they became one. Fully inside her, she ground her pelvis into him. She could feel his dark hair brush against her core, adding a tickling sensation to the already overwhelming pressure.

“God Sev you fill me up so full, I think about your cock all day when you’re not around.” She breathed out while looking down into his eyes. He didn’t even know how to respond, she was always so shy, normally, when they had sex he had to tease the words out of her. But here she was towering over him, freely offering up words full of lust straight from the deep parts of her brain, looking him right into his soul.

He felt like a shy teen boy having sex for the first time. He hadn’t felt like this in ages as he was always the dominant one and usually would only prefer that; but, right here right now, he would let this wild woman rip his heart out of his chest and serve it to him on a platter. His body was starting to just do things without his brain even telling it to.

Hands roamed her sweat kissed skin and found comfort along her waist as his hips started to buck into her. Her head shot back looking high up to the ceiling, her breasts bouncing hard now above him. Her wild moans echoed off the walls and through Severus, it’s as if he could feel them rumble around in his chest. Watching her filled with so much ecstasy, like she had become a little sex nymph.

“Se-sevvvvv p-pleaseeee!” She whimpered and whined. His eye began to twitch and something in him snapped. Gripping her waist, he spun her around to where her back crashed into the soft mattress below, taking his place on top. “Please what, my love? It seems I’m in need of some instruction tonight.” He said looking down at her with dark hooded eyes. “I ummm I-“ was all she could respond to the sudden shift of power between them.

Even in her alcohol fueled state she knew that she was done for now. All the teasing and power play would have eventually come back to bite her in the ass and she wasn’t complaining. It was her goal all along, to rile him up in ways she was too afraid of without the liquid courage flowing through her veins. “What? You were so vocal before, now you can’t even muster up a single sentence?” He said dangerously close to her ear. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine as it came in contact with the thin veil of sweat that formed on top of her skin.

“Please Severus! Please, I can't take it. I just want you to pound me until I'm a mess under you! Just fuck me already please!” She was met with no response other than him quickly lining himself back up to her and plunging himself deep into her core. She let out a scream that if someone would have passed by their window would probably thought something else was going on in there. He didn’t even let her adjust to him, he just gave her exactly what she was begging for.

Blow after blow was delivered at breakneck speeds to her cervix. Never relenting to give her a second to replenish the air that was being knocked out of her lungs. She was a pile of mush below him and yet she needed more of him. She needed to do all the things she was so afraid to ask for when they were normally intimate.

Without words, as she had no ability to use her voice anyway, reached up to his left wrist he had planted in the bed by her head. She slithered her fingers around him and brought his index and middle finger to her lips and slipped them into her mouth. He let out a low and desperate moan as she sucked and swirled her tongue around his digits.

Never breaking eye contact she slipped his fingers out of her mouth and placed his hand around her throat. His eyes widened at this, they had been rougher before but she had never initiated it, especially so boldly. Her face flushed red, eyes filled with desire and mouth opened, he was in heaven. To be looking down at this angelic being below him and she wanted him to devour her whole.

His grip tightened around her delicate throat as his erratic thrusts pounded into her, at this point he couldn’t stop his hips if he wanted to. “Fuck my love, why didn’t you tell me you wanted me this way?” His fingertips dug into the sides of her neck and tears began to form in her eyes. He could tell she was close even with no sounds now escaping her mouth as she started twitching around his cock.

“You like it when I’m rough with you huh? You like being a whore under me? Who knew you were such a slutty little minx, I guess I’m going to have to use you like this more often, how does that sound?” All she was able to muster was a sharp inhale and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She couldn’t hold it any more, the way his hips were snapping against her had been stimulating her clit and the lack of oxygen was making her body foggy. Just being able to listen to the deep moans and grunts from the delectable man above her was enough to send her over the edge.

“Are you going to cum for me? Come around my cock for me, let me see how good this cock you’ve been dreaming about makes you feel.” He grunted as he rhythmically snapped his hips. His words were the straw that broke the camel’s back, her hips bucked and she practically elevated off the bed. Her sudden movement shifted his grasp and allowed her to fill the room with screams of passion as she came undone around him. He had never seen something so erotic under him and without warning shot load after load deep into her as he clenched and gritted his teeth like a beast above her.

After they had finished erupting, the room was only filled with huffed breaths. Severus had collapsed on to her and she could feel the ragged breaths in the nape of her neck. Even in her exhausted state she still managed to run her fingers through his sweaty matted black hair and revel in the fact that he was all hers. This tough and stern man who he showed to the world was not even close to being his true form. He was warm and filled with love and passion and she was ever so grateful that he chose her to be wrapped up in a sweaty mess with.

Her eyes filled with hot tears unexpectedly and she couldn’t stop them from flowing down her cheeks and into his hair. He didn’t notice at first but soon felt a cool sensation form in his hair. He looked up in shock as he saw her there quietly crying. Afraid that what he had just done was the cause he spoke in a frantic tone, “My love, whatever is the matter? I’m so sorry if I was too rough with you! Please tell me what I can do!” His large palm found her cheek and held her gently.

“Sevvie- I…I just love you so much! Being with you is everything I’ve ever wanted… I just wish I never had to leave.” She cried to him. His expression softened and his eyes filled with stars as he looked down at her sweet face. He let out a soft chuckle and said “My sweet is that all? I was worried I had overstepped. Do you really feel that way? Do you not want to have to leave?”

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes. “Well all you had to do was ask y/n, I haven’t wanted you to leave my side ever since you took over a spot in my dresser.” He smiled down at her, his fingers brushing away the tears that threatened to fall. “How about I run us a hot bath and we go get you cleaned up? How does that sound?” She nodded and he gently scooped her from the sheets and cradled her in his arms bridal style.

Out of the bedroom and off to the bathroom he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell at the thought of her wanting to intertwine her life with his. He had never planned on finding someone let alone living with them. His brain tried to fill him with doubt that this was just the liquor speaking for her but he knew her words were her own. He could tell just by the way she had wrapped herself around his body and hummed into his neck. This was true, this was real, this was love and with her here it turned this house into a home.

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Hey there is there anyway where we could get a Jax x younger sibling reader. Perhaps he gets into a argument with them and they run off crying because of what he had said to them. Than something happens to the reader and than Jax feels absolutely terrible but the reader ends up being okay and Jax gives them a hug<3

Digital disharmony

(Jax x gn!younger sibling!reader)

I really love writing for tadc especially the platonic fics. Thank you for sending this in and I really hope you enjoy this!

You always admired Jax, you followed him around, you copied the way he acted, and you did everything he did, but he didn’t completely love it. In all honestly, he found you very annoying. He still cared for you though.

He tried to encourage you to be your own person albeit using less-than-kind methods. Jax would tease you and even at times yell at you whenever you were practically on his tail from following him so close.

You have been trying to get Jax's attention all day, following him around like a shadow, but Jax's patience was wearing thin.

"Hey. Kid, can you give me some space for once?" Jax snapped, his voice tight with frustration. "I'm trying to focus here." Turning back to whatever he was doing, probably something to use against Gaggle.

Your brows furrowed at the reprimand, their own patience wearing thin. "I just want to spend time with you, Jax," you replied, your voice tinged with hurt. "Is that too much to ask?" You asked sarcastically, Jax let out an annoyed sigh, running a hand down his face in frustration. "Look, I’m clearly busy right now, okay? I don't have time to babysit you."

Your eyes narrowed, what was his problem? “Babysit me?" You repeated in disbelief, your voice rising with anger. "I'm not a child, Jax." Jax's temper flared at the defiance in their tone. "Oh, really?" he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his classic sadistic smile planted on his face. "Because it sure doesn't seem like it. All you do is follow me around, trying to act like me. It's pathetic."

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, "I just look up to you, Jax," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I really don’t care," Jax retorted, his voice growing with malice. "I'm sick of you following me around all the time kid. Just leave me alone.”

With that, you stormed out of the room, tears in your eyes, having heard enough, if he didn’t want you there then you’d leave.

After you stormed out of the room, Jax found himself looking at the door you left from, his anger slowly giving way to guilt. He knew he had gone too far with you, that his words had been much harsher than he had intended. But Jax felt he was too good to apologize, that’s what kept him from going back, kept him from admitting his mistake. He knew even if he really didn’t want to he would have to apologize sooner or later. He had to find you…

He did find you eventually, you sat just outside the tent of the digital circus, looking at the sky, or at least the pixel rendering of one. The tears in your eyes were still present but slowly drying as you tried to calm yourself.

Jax approached you slowly, the thoughts of what he said heavy in his head.

"Hey," Jax said softly, you turned to look at him, your eyes filled with sadness and resentment. You quickly wipe your tears, he didn’t need to see you cry. "What do you want, Jax?" You replied, bitterness lacing your voice. Jax swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to say. "I'm sorry," he said at last, his voice so quite you’d miss it if you weren’t paying attention. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just... frustrated, and I took it out on you. That was…wrong. I'm sorry.”

You looked at Jax for a moment, your expression softening ever so slightly. "It still hurts, you know," you said quietly. "Your words, I mean."

Jax nodded, he did feel bad, genuinely he felt so bad. “I know," He replied. "And I know you don’t have to forgive me, but…." Jax gives you a childish smile, trying to make you laugh. Unfortunately for you, it worked

You let out a soft giggle "I forgive you, Jax," You said.

As they sat there together looking at the digital sky, the vibrant hues of the sunset casting an ethereal glow over them, a sense of calm descended upon them. It was a moment of quiet understanding, broken by you.

"I'm glad we talked," You said softly, "I was afraid you’d never talk to me." You said with a small laugh, despite the real fear behind that sentence.

Jax nodded, his gaze fixed on the view ahead. "Me too," he begrudgingly admitted. Jax reached out his hand and pulled you into a hug. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes especially to you knowing how Jax was averse to affection.

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Falling

~ How long can casual sex with Cardinal Copia stay casual? ~

Cardinal Copia x Female Reader, nsfw, 18+ only, mdni

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“Copia, please.  I ca-I can’t.  It’s too much,” you pleaded with the Cardinal and despite feeling overwhelmed you whined when you felt him pull away.  Your wet skin tingled as the hot air from his mouth was replaced by the cool air of the room.  He hummed low in his throat and you felt one of his fingers rest against your bottom lip.  He began to drag it slowly down your chin and throat before stopping above your chest.

“Oh sorella, I think that you can, si?” Copia moved his finger up your right breast to lightly circle your nipple.  The feeling was almost overwhelming.  Both your breasts were covered in tiny love bites and your nipples were swollen and red from him sucking on them.  He had made you come twice just from that.  It was almost embarrassing how easily he could draw an orgasm from you.

No one else you had been with in the abbey (including Terzo and Secondo) had ever made you feel this good.  When you propositioned Copia after a few weeks of helping him in his office you honestly just expected a quick romp and nothing else.  It’s not that he wasn’t handsome, Copia had a classic look about him.  You had always thought he was good looking.  He could act a little silly and weird but very, very good looking.

You had never seen him with any other sisters though.  Or brothers.  So when you had placed your hand on his knee and pressed your body into his while you both worked on his couch one night you weren’t really sure what to expect.  If he was willing perhaps just a quick fuck and then back to work.  You were supposed to go back to working in the kitchens soon anyway.  So if it wasn’t very good or, Satan forbid, he rejected you it wasn’t going to be the end of the world.

But the Cardinal had looked down his elegant nose at you and raised an eyebrow.  He asked if you were sure and you had smiled and ran your hand up his leg to his crotch.  Before you were able to rub his dick through his pants he had grabbed your hand and in a move that would’ve impressed the sluttiest siblings in the abbey he had spun you over his lap and laid you out so you were below him.

And it was the best damned sex you’d ever had.  

So the quick romp you had planned out became something that occurred every night the rest of that week.  And a few times in the morning.  Also one very memorable time during your lunch break where you barely finished helping him get his cassock back on straight before Sister Imperator showed up for the weekly budget meeting.

During that meeting she had asked you to stay on with Copia and continue to assist him in his office.  You found yourself unable to contain your smile, the thought of what else you two could get up to making you blush a bit as well.  Your eyes had glanced over to Copia and he was downright smirking and not even bothering to hide it from Imperator. 

That had happened a few months ago now and your office romps had eventually moved into his quarters, sometimes yours and once in the confessional after mass.  Copia immediately seemed to know every spot on your body that would leave you an incoherent, begging mess.  He had a single focused intensity on you each time, doing wicked things to your body.  Anything to push you over the edge.  You had no complaints really, he was cute when he got that smug look on his face after you came. 

Sometimes you would chat afterwards.  Usually about things going on at the abbey, Copia was a huge gossip.  The first few weeks one of you would eventually get up and go back to your respective rooms.  But at some point you both had silently decided to just stay put and you would wake up tangled together.  You always enjoyed working with him on abbey business, and you really enjoyed fucking him, but now you found yourself just wanting to spend time with him no matter what you were doing.

Unfortunately it had been almost a week since you had been able to share more than a brief kiss or a conversation beyond abbey business.  Papa Emeritus the third was preparing to leave on tour and Copia had been up to his neck in paperwork.  Almost constantly on the phone with venues and hotels.  You helped him as much as you could but there were times when it was best you waited until he asked you for something.  You just made sure that any forms he finished got to the right people on time and that there was always something for him to snack on.  Otherwise his default was coffee and cigarettes.

Today you found yourself watching the clock creep further past lunchtime with no signs of acknowledgement from Copia.  You stood up to go to the cafeteria and grab something for him when Papa waltzed into the office unannounced.  “Buena sara Cardinal!  Ah yes, and sorella.  You are looking especially beautiful today cara mia”.

Terzo always managed to make you blush, he could make a corpse blush.  You had shared his bed a few times, but he wasn’t one to settle on a single person, or ghoul and you weren’t really interested in pursuing something serious with him anyway.  He came over to you and grasped your hand to give it a kiss.  You couldn’t help but giggle, he was over the top like always and one kiss became a trail of kisses up your arm.  You could feel the warmth of his lips through the fabric of your habit.

You both stopped and turned to look at Copia when he loudly cleared his throat.  His eyes were narrowed at where Papa’s lips still lingered.  “Terzo is there anything I can help you with besides the mountain of shit I’m already doing for you?”

Your breath got caught in your chest, you had never heard Copia speak like that to any of the Papas.  At least to their face.  You glanced up at Terzo wondering what he would do but he just smirked and narrowed his eyes at Copia.  “Ahh Cardinale, non fare il vecchio amareggiato di fronte alla bella sorella, va bene?”

Copia scoffed and lowered his eyes back to what he had been reading.  Terzo released your hand and sauntered over to Copia’s desk.  He grabbed a paper at random and peered at it, pretending to study its contents.  You knew he didn’t give a shit about whatever was on there, there’s a reason Copia did basically all his work.  Terzo had the attention span of a drunk toddler.  

“So Cardinale, I was thinking this morning.  I was looking over the uh, the roster.  The siblings that would be coming along on tour,” he lifted up and took a seat on the edge of Copia’s desk and crossed his legs.  You could see Copia’s gloved hands clench the side of the paper he had been holding. 

“Yes Papa, what about it?  They are mostly the same siblings and ghouls you had with you on the last tour.  Who is missing?  O hai solo bisogno di nuovi fratelli da scopare?”

Terzo tutted at Copia and then looked over at you.  Whatever they were saying to each other in Italian was going over your head.  You had never been able to grasp more than basic sayings although you knew most of the endearments Copia tended to use.  And you knew most of the swear words he used toward Terzo and Secondo.  You also had learned some of the things he murmured in your ear when you were naked (or mostly naked) together. You couldn’t pick up on what they were saying to each other here though, but it certainly didn’t sound pleasant.

“Well Cardinale, I was thinking about how well your lovely assistant had been doing and then I thought maybe she could come with her Papa on tour.  It would be helpful to have someone I’ve worked with before,” the bastard took a moment to wink at you and you could see Copia’s entire body tense up. “Also maybe we would get a chance to catch up with each other, would you like that bella?”

Before you could even come up with a reply Copia had shot up from his chair and stalked around his desk passing Papa.  He came around to you and held his hand out, “Unfortunately the sister and I have quite a bit of our own work to catch up with after you leave Papa.  So she will be staying with me,” You took Copia’s hand and he tugged you up and towards the door. “And now she and I will be going to lunch, così bello provare, stronzo gigante.”

It was at that point Copia and you left his office and he slammed the door behind you.  But instead of heading towards the cafeteria he practically dragged you to his quarters.  You both remained quiet the whole way there but as soon as you were inside and the door was closed and locked Copia pulled you towards his chest.  His breath tickled your cheek as he leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Strip and get on the bed.”

So here you both were, Copia had finally stripped down to his pants and a white tank top.  His suspenders remained and you weren’t sure anyone would believe you if you tried to describe how damned sexy he looked in them.  Copia was looking at you like you were the only other person in the world and you willed your stupid heart to stop flipping around in your chest.  This was supposed to just be sex between you, nothing more.  

But you were pretty sure you were in love with him.

You jerked and yelped when you felt his teeth on your nipple again.  He was looking up at you with a raised eyebrow, “Where did you go dolce?  Have I lost your attention?” His voice held a teasing tone but you saw something briefly cross his face that looked like worry.  Papa’s words had gotten into his head and no doubt were swirling around causing mischief.  

Instead of answering you slid your fingers into his hair, your nails dragging across his scalp and you pulled his head towards yours.  Your mouth opened over his and you poured everything you were feeling towards him into the kiss.  His tongue tangled with yours and you felt one of his hands rest against your cheek, gently tilting your head so he could deepen the kiss even more.

His other hand trailed down your chest again, passing your sensitive breasts and moving down your belly.  You gasped into his mouth in anticipation, you both taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Non potrei mai separarmi da te amore mio,” before you could focus on the part that you understood you felt two of his fingers move through your cunt, slipping between your folds and rubbing against your clit.  The sensation wrenched an almost anguished moan out of you, his fingers felt so good.  You were sure you had a dreamy look on your face as you looked into his eyes, his green and white gaze pinning you as his fingers continued their work between your legs.

The wet sounds of his fingers stroking you joined your moans.  Your legs trembled as the pleasure built up within you again.  You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, overwhelmed and trying to catch your breath. 

“No tesoro, look at me.  I want you to look at me as you fall apart,” He ran his other hand up your leg and brought his thumb to your clit.  He rubbed over it in tight circles, slowly at first but speeding up as you brought yourself to meet his eyes again. “Sei mio, amore mio e nessun altro può averti.”

His thumb continued to torture your clit and then you felt two fingers on his other hand slide across your entrance.  Fuck you were so wet you were almost embarrassed but Copia just moaned as his fingers slid right into you.  He sat up between your legs, resting on his knees.  His fingers continued to thrust in and out of you, crooking slightly every few passes to drag across that spot inside.

You watched as the muscles of his arms flexed and locks of hair fell across his forehead.  His eyes stared down at you with an intensity you hadn’t seen before.  His fingers and thumb started to move faster and your legs continued to twitch as you felt another orgasm bubbling inside of you. “Cop-, oh fuck, Copia please!  Oh please, please,” you kept chanting his name and begging.  Right on the edge of coming his thumb pressed down onto your swollen clit and his fingers crooked inside of you a final time.  A loud gasp escaped you and you practically convulsed on the bed as you came.

You felt his fingers slow down and slide out and away from you.  A whimper left you as you tried to catch your breath.  You looked at him and your mouth fell open as you watched him suck his fingers into his mouth. “Sei delizioso amore mio,” He leaned over you and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then started trailing his mouth down your body again.

You couldn’t form any words, just watched as he placed a brief kiss between your breasts and moved further down.  His nose nuzzled into your belly button and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sensation and reached to stroke his hair again.  He rested his chin just above your mound and gazed up at you.  Yes you definitely loved this man.  “Posso avere un altro gusto tesoro?” Copia held your eyes as he moved his mouth to hover over your cunt, his hot breath against you making you start to tremble again.    

You brushed a few locks of hair off his forehead and he seemed to glance down shyly.  He was breathing heavily and his pupils were blown.  Beads of sweat clung to his flushed skin.  The muscles in his slender arms trembled as he wrapped them around your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Si, amore mio,” he looked up quickly from where he’d been staring at your folds and began to say something but you shushed him softly. “Sono tua Copia.”  He closed his eyes and rested his head below your belly button.  Neither one of you moved for a moment as you both basked in your love for each other.  He briefly pressed a kiss into your skin and moved his mouth closer to your cunt.  Copia looked back up at you with the goofiest grin you’d ever seen on his beautiful face.

“Okie dokie,” and then he closed his mouth over you.

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Translations:

non fare il vecchio amareggiato di fronte alla bella sorella, va bene? -  don't be a bitter old man in front of the pretty sister alright?

o hai solo bisogno di nuovi fratelli da scopare? -  or do you just need some new siblings to fuck?

così bello provare, stronzo gigante -  so nice try you giant asshole

non potrei mai separarmi da te amore mio -  i could never part with you my love

sei mio, amore mio e nessun altro può averti -  you are mine, my love and no one else can have you

Sei delizioso amore mio -  you are delicious my love

posso avere un altro gusto tesoro? -  can i have another taste sweetheart?

Si, amore mio - Yes, my love

E io sono tuo - I am yours

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🪻Enhypen x Love Tropes ~ OT7

ʚɞ pairing: Enhypen!bf x Reader!gf | ʚɞ wc: 1.8k ~ 200-300 wc per member | ʚɞ summary: Each member with a love troupe (all happy endings) | ʚɞ cw: it’s pure fluff so have fun 😊🩷

𝙷𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚐 ~ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ~ 𝚠𝚌 𝟸𝟶𝟶

How you met: You were at the only video rental store in your city when you saw a tall, cute, dark-haired man enter. You came here weekly and had never seen him before. You quickly averted your eyes after accidentally meeting his. You continued to walk around and pick out a few movies, hoping that he didn't notice the way you kept stealing glances at him.

The moment you fell in love: "Oh wow! That movie is one of my favorites," he said as you both reached for the same movie case. "Heh, I've never seen it before," you chuckled in response. "Well, it's really good. I think you'll like it," he smiled, which made you smile. "There aren't many places around like this anymore," he added, scanning the room with his eyes. "Yea, that's why I love this place so much. I come here almost every week," you smiled, thinking back to the first time you stumbled upon this place. "I'm Heeseung, and you are?" "I'm Y/N." "Maybe we should hang out sometime. Since we seem to share a love for the classics," he smirked.

How it ended: You two grew closer, started a relationship, and ended up moving in together after 4 months--since you guys were practically always around each other anyway.

𝙹𝚊𝚢 ~ 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 ~ 𝚠𝚌 𝟸𝟶𝟶

How you met: The fact that your parents were best friends, you and Jay grew up very close together. What some might see as an almost arranged relationship, you saw as fate. You and Jay were destined to be together and make the best power couple ever known in history.

The moment you fell in love: You had liked Jay for as long as you could remember, but you noticed that you fell in love with him one day when the two of you were assigned on kitchen duty. Jay’s father said that cooking the big meal for the company meeting that night was a way to “build character.” You went in the kitchen to help him out, but there was something about the way he looked today.

You couldn’t help but to stare. “Heh, what are you looking at weirdo?” “Huh!? Oh sorry,” you chuckled nervously. You quickly averted your gaze back to the recipe book and you concoction in progress. However, now you felt eyes on you. You looked over your shoulder to see Jay looking at you. “Now look who’s staring weirdo,” you playfully mocked him. “I was-ah! I just,” he stammered, which made you giggle. The two of you ended up having a mini make out session where you both confessed your feelings for each other.

How it ended: You parents were very excited about the relationship between you two. They trusted the two of you to do what was right for the companies once you inherited them and gave you their blessing to marry, when you were ready of course.

𝙹𝚊𝚔𝚎 ~ 𝙵𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ~ 𝚠𝚌 𝟹𝟶𝟶

How you met: You witnessed the moment Jake’s girlfriend aggressively dumped him. “Come on babe please,” Jake whined as he tried to hug his girlfriend. “Ugh! Get the fuck off of me. We’re over! Get that in your head,” she scolded, pushing Jake away. You could see the tears swelling in his eyes as his girlfriend continued to brutally reject him. “I lov—“ Jake was cut off mid-sentence with a slap across his face. “You need to grow the fuck up and stop acting like a child all the time. It’s embarrassing,” she sneered before walking away.

“Hey can you do me a favor? I know we barely know each other, but I promise after this we can go right back to existing on different planets,” the teary eyed Jake asked you. “Umm…what is it?” “I just need you to be my fake girlfriend until I win my ex back.”

The moment you fell in love: You and Jake were on another one of your fake dates. Typically you guys went wherever his ex and her friends were, but this time he really got to see how snobbish and rude his ex was in comparison to you. She constantly ridiculed him on his childlike personality, but you embraced it. Jake kissed you for the very first time and his ex saw the whole thing which made her a little jealous. In her mind Jake was being a completely different guy with you than he ever was with her and she envied that.

How it ended: Jake’s plan worked, his ex was officially jealous and wanted him back. In fact, she had already tried a few times to steal him away from you. However, Jake had already fallen in love with you and was no longer interested in getting his ex-girlfriend back.

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 ~ 𝚠𝚌 𝟸𝟶𝟶

How you met: It was your second year of high school and you were going to your first foreign language class, you decided to take French since it was different than what you were used to. The teacher, Mrs. Moreau, thought it was a great idea to put everyone in pairs and you were paired up with Sunghoon Park. You found out that you actually shared a couple other classes with him--Math, English, and P.E.

The moment you fell in love: It was towards the end of your sophomore year and Sunghoon confessed his feelings for you on your way out. "I like you, Y/N. Like...a lot," his face was bright red and his gaze was fixated on the ground. "I like you too Sunghoon," you smiled back. "Well, we're about to be on summer vacation for the next few months...so here's my number. This way we can stay in touch you know," Sunghoon smiled, pulling out a piece of paper with his number written down on it. "Thanks," you smiled back.

How it ended: You guys dated for two years, before switching to a long-distance relationship in which you reconnected in college.

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚘 ~ 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 ~ 𝚠𝚌 𝟹𝟶𝟶

How you met: You and Sunoo met in elementary. It was the first day of 4th grade and you and him bonded over your love for mint chocolate chip ice cream. You always loved how cheerful he was and that he was the most reliable person you knew.

The moment you fell in love: You had developed feelings for Sunoo a while ago, but constantly ignored them for the reason that this whole idea was like taboo. Dating your best friend was like dating your brother. That was a total no go and you suppressed all romantic emotions...well until you went to your first highschool party and joined a stupid game of spin the bottle.

Neither one of you'd had your first kiss yet, so it seemed like fate when the bottle landed on the two of you. Sunoo leaned in to kiss you. It wasn't much, just a simple smooch, but that little kiss ruined everything. Now you couldn't resist those feelings you had buried deep down. You started to distance yourself from him from that day on, and your friendship slowly faded away.

How it ended: It had been about 2 months since the night of that party, and this was the first time you and Sunoo had spoken in weeks. "Did I do something wrong?" Sunoo asked. "No...I-I just--" "You just what huh? Was it because we kissed? It was, wasn't it. If you don't like me that's all you had to say--" you cut off Sunoo's rant with a kiss. "I've loved you for a long time Sunoo, I was just scared to ruin our friendship. And I ended up ruining it anyway." "I love you too, Y/N. Don't ever leave me again," he said, wrapping you in his arms.

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 ~ 𝚠𝚌 𝟹𝟶𝟶

How you met: You had started taking ballroom dance classes at a studio in your city. On the first day of class, the dance instructor wanted to pair everyone up according to their skill level. "Okay, I want you all to line up against that wall and as I call your name I want you to copy me," the dance instructor said as all of the students obediently followed his commands. You watched as Jungwon went up for his turn, right before you. It was obvious that he was talented, but because you were the last one called you had the advantage of hearing everyone else's critiques, so you knew exactly what to do to perfect your movements. "Great job everyone, especially Miss Y/N. All of you should take a page out of her book...Jungwon, you'll be her partner. Usually the male lead is better than the female lead. However, since that is not the case here, she will guide you to perfection." You watched as Jungwon sneered at the director's comment. From that moment on, you two were sworn enemies.

The moment you fell in love: You two had been dancing for 3 months now, and the instructor had finally had enough of your cattiness. "If you two don't straighten up, you won't step a single foot on that stage. Get it together!" It took some time, but you and Jungwon were able to overcome your rivalry and you actually ended up having a little crush on him.

How it ended: At the end of your dance recital, Jungwon lifted you up and kissed you. Your eyes widened in surprise. "Ah sorry, I guess I got a little too excited," He chuckled nervously. You two eventually started dating shortly after that.

𝙽𝚒𝚔𝚒 ~ 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍’𝚜 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ~ 𝚠𝚌 𝟹𝟶𝟶

How you met: You went over to your friend’s house for the first time ever. “Beware of my older brother. He’s annoying as fuck. Trust me,” she said as she gave you a tour around her house. “Don’t worry, he’s not home right now so I can show you his room real quick,” she continued as she opened the door to her brother’s room. “Since he’s always touching my shit, I come in here every now and then to get my revenge.” You watched as she rearranged a few things in his room.

The moment you fell in love: “Hey! Get the hell out of my room before I smash this bottle over your head!” A voice startled you and your friend in the middle of her “redecorating.” It was her older brother, Niki. “Whatever, Niki,” she rolled her eyes. “I was already leaving this dump,” she added as she grabbed your hand and led you away. After leaving his room, she noticed the dazed look you had on your face.

“Uh uh, no way. My brother is off limits. The last thing I wanna see is his lips all over you. He’s gonna treat you like shit anyway. I feel bad for any girl that likes him.” Hearing that shattered you fantasy for the moment, but you had to at least try…right?

How it ended: You and Niki started a secret relationship behind your friend’s back. He actually wasn’t as bad of a guy as she painted him to be, but you knew she’d be pissed if she found out. “You know we gotta tell her, or one day she’s gonna find out on her own,” Niki said as you laid in bed next to him. “Yea, I know. But just not now okay.”

A/N: If anyone wants a full version of one of these just let me know and I'll work on it :)

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Comfort

Portgas D. Ace x gn!Reader

December 9th 2023 Words: 857 CW: modern AU / SFW / non/pre relationship, insecurities, fluff and comfort

Every Saturday before Christmas, you have a movie marathon with your best friend Ace. You went over to his place and were ready for a cozy and fun evening.

"Out of the way, Ace!" As soon as you took off your jacket and shoes, you ran to the fireplace to warm your frozen feet and hands. The heat instantly drove away the cold and a cozy warmth crept into your bones. You sighed happily and Ace laughed as he sat down on the couch.

"It's not that cold outside, you know..." He teased you with a sly grin.

"It's freezing! The roads are a mess, you can literally skate on them! Just because you seem to have a higher resistance to the cold..." You shook your head in disbelief. That man just never gets cold. When everyone else is bundled up in thick jackets and scarves, he still wears T-shirts.

Ace laughed and walked over to you with a blanket. "Come on, let's wrap you up nice and tight for our movie marathon."

You walked over to the couch and he wrapped you in your favorite blanket. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he went to the kitchen to get the hot chocolate and marshmallows he had already made.

"Oh wow, I could get used to your service. Thanks." I chuckled softly and took my drink from his hands.

"Just don't tell my brothers." We both giggled and he made himself comfortable on the couch as well. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the various Christmas movies. "So what do you want to watch first?"

"How about we start with 'Love Actually'?

"Alright, here we go." Ace started the movie and you both sipped your hot chocolate as the movie held your attention. This movie was one of the classics of your annual Christmas movie marathons.

You were halfway through the movie when a question popped into your head.

"Ace? Am I lovable?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Ever since the holidays began, you've felt incomplete. Like it's Christmas and you need a partner. And it's not that you didn't want a relationship, you just wanted something serious and not just a situationship.

He put his hot chocolate on the table and turned to you with a serious look on his face. "What?"

"I mean... I've been single for so long now, no one has shown any serious interest in me, even though we've been out almost every weekend trying to find your special someone or mine. What's wrong with me? Do I stink? You would tell me if I did, wouldn't you? I just don't get it and it's frustrating. Especially at Christmas..."

"Do you know how many times I've asked myself the same question? Ever since my father left me..." He was silent for a second and you realized your mistake. You knew about his past and the struggle to be lovable, even to be allowed to live....

"I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to..." You put your own hot chocolate on the table and silently put a hand on his.

"It's okay. It's not about me this time, and I don't want to talk about my old man anyway." He smiled at you reassuringly. "It's about you, and I'm sorry, but what you're saying is bullshit. You are lovable. I really love you very much. You don't stink and you're not weird... most of the time..."

"Hey, I'm not weird!" You pouted and hit him with a pillow, but as soon as he grinned, you both laughed and his mission to make you smile was successful.

"That's right, you're the weirdest, and I'm your handsome sidekick." He declared proudly, and another pillow hit his head. The situation escalated quickly and you both threw pillows and wrestled on the couch until he was on top of you, holding your wrists above your head. He grinned, knowing he had won. He made no move to get up, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Look, I think you're a smart and good-looking person. Anyone who doesn't honestly see that doesn't deserve you. And don't let society fool you. You don't need a partner to have a merry Christmas." He smiled a genuine smile at you and rolled to the side when he saw you taking in his words.

A smile formed on your face and your doubts were gone. You were thankful to have a friend like Ace. "You're the best, Ace." You took the blanket and wrapped the two of you in it as you gave Ace a warm hug. You sighed happily as you snuggled together.

"That's exactly what I am." He grinned. "Should we continue the movie or watch something else?"

"Let's watch something else. I'm sick of romance movies." I chuckled and laid my head on his chest.

Ace smiled softly and started 'The Grinch'. He crossed his arms behind his head and enjoyed the coziness of it all. It was comforting to know that Ace always had your back. The warmth surrounding the two of you didn't help you stay awake, so it wasn't long before he could hear you snoring softly. He adjusted the blanket and turned down the volume on the movie. He put an arm around your back before falling asleep himself.

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Doll!Chucky x Drunk!Fem!Reader x Freddy Krueger || Headcanons

*Set in the Horror House

Topic: Its a classic- you get drunk because you've had a sucky, sucky day. And you're just wondering by the house, barefoot and probably cold, when Chucky and Freddy see you and get you inside. (And... boy, does that sound threatening 😅 To be clear- this is mostly fluff XD )

(This can be read as romantic or platonic! Readers choice.)

Warnings: Characters who have no business ever being characterised as nice, being nice (In a way that I hope is still them 😅), Reader is sad and uses alcohol to numb themselves. (You're not depressed or an alcoholic though), and also the word 'bitch' is used quite a bit, I'm sorry 😅😅

Look if no one else is gonna write mindless, non-canonical fluff for these two shits then I WILL-

🍺 You're sitting on the porch swing with a blanket over your shoulders and Chucky in your lap, playing with his bright orange hair while Freddy lectures you- how did you get here??? This explanation is seemingly very simple.

🍺 Today was the first day of your life... it started out good, texting with Jennifer while you got ready for the day, but then you had a fight. Sure, you would both get over it tomorrow and you knew that, but it felt awful. Then your bus was late and so you were late to work, it was a busy busy day, your mood deteriorated... and finally you left early because you just felt that upset- which just made you feel worse, for missing work!

🍺 So you decided to go have a drink at a bar. That turned into 2... 3... then you were in a guy's lap and you lost your shoes. He was an ass, turns out, of course, and so the next thing you know--

🍺 You're strolling drunkenly, barefoot, down Jennifer's street sniffling and sipping a cheap wine straight out of the bottle. You just wanna see her- you think if she sees you so fucked up and sad then she'll stop being mad at you and... *sniffle*... give you some cuddles, and make you feel better after this hell day...

🍺 Oh, you hope she will. You need your best *hick* friend... *hick* please...

🍺 You're just wandering down the footpath, almost tripping a couple of times, when you hear fast footfalls behind you (Like boots) and a hand lands on your shoulder. You whip around, wide eyed, but relax immediately when you recognise Freddy's familiar form in your tipsy, dazed state. He's looking amused at you, and vaguely you think he must know that you're drunk, must have figured it out (He's clever ^^), because he waits for you to fully focus on him. Then with one blade he points downwards to your feet, letting you follow his gesture before talking.

🍺 "Princess I don't think you're supposed to leave the prince both shoes. If he cant findya with just one, I don't think you even want a dumbass prince like that."

🍺 "Hm?-... oh... I- I... it was hot... "

🍺 "Too hot for your shoes?" He looks bemused, but in your drunken state you think he's just concerned for you.

🍺 "Mhm... "

🍺 "... where are you going to, anyway?"

🍺 "Um, I- I-... " You start sniffling again, remembering where you were going and why you feel so so crappy- eyes immediately filling up with tears. "Oh. I, I was looking for- for Jen... We had a fi-ight, and I... I really needa see 'er... "

🍺 Freddy stares at you for a few moments- as much as he loves to see someone - anyone. especially something so fucking cute, like you, - crying like little bitch in front of him, something about this... doesn't sit right with him. After a moment of thought, he grows annoyed at his own lack amusement and twists you around and guides you back down the footpath again. "Well you're goin the wrong way. You go in this house, you'll find a bitch but she's asian, and she's gonna be real confused why you broke into her house late at night- c'mon. Lemme tell ya, jail aint for you."

🍺 He leads you to the right house - they all look the same in the dark!! you didn't know you were going to the wrong one... - and as soon as you step up onto the porch you hear another harsh voice yell in a way that makes you jump right out of your skin.

🍺 "Where the hell are that girls shoes, fuckface!?"

🍺 "Fuck, everything's my fault around here, huh kid?... I don't know, bitch. She said she was too hot wearing them, gimmie a break."

🍺 "We all know she's hot Freddy, that wasn't my question." Chucky sniggers, sat up on the porch swing with a wicked grin on his face. When he looks at your properly, sniffling and blowing your nose into a tissue from your pocket, and he makes an ewwwww sort of face, instead. "... and you made her cry. That's a little kinky even for you."

🍺 "... Uh, not its not."

🍺 "You're right, its not. Aaanyway- what the hell did you do to her??"

🍺 Here you finished wiping your nose and, tiredly now, turned to shake your head at Chucky. "No, its... *sniff* I was- was looking for Jen... a guy at the bar... he- he was an ass, and I just- "

🍺 Immediately they exchange an uncomfortable look. "Uhhh- what kinda ass?" Chucky asks, while Freddy gives you a quick once over.

🍺 You shrug, not truly thinking about what you're saying. "I- I thought he w-wanted t' cheer me up... but he didn't... she will, th- though, I hope,.. do you- do either of you know where she is maybe?... "

🍺 "Ehh... sorry kid, hate ta break it you ya but she left for the night... " As soon as those words leave Chucky's mouth your eyes fill up with tears all over again and you almost start crying immediately- before he fast tracks to stop it. "But hey!- y' share that bottle with me and y'can hang here. I betcha I'm better company then that millennial whore."

🍺 ... really? Immediately your heart soars, getting special treatment from one the meanest and scariest assholes in this house. The nicest thing you had ever heard him say before this moment!, you think!, was 'Get the fuck out of my way, please'! When you turn to Freddy, silently asking if that would be okay, he flashes you a smirk.

🍺 "Well, I am."

🍺 "Shut the fuck up, you pair of cauterized ass cheeks."

🍺 "That's a new one." "Yeah, pretty good, eh?" "Not bad, plastic breath."

🍺 As you sit down on the porch swing beside Chucky, taking some deep breaths of fresh, cool nighttime air to try and sober yourself, Chucky takes the cheap wine and he looks ridiculous with it but he takes a big gulp of it. Then turns to you, and asks promptly- so why're you so fucked up tonight, huh? Somethin' bad happen?

🍺 You stop, think about it... and immediately start crying into your hands.

🍺 Freddy pulls his hat down roughly over his eyes, and groans "no class... "- as if he's got any, either. Then turns and waltzes into the house again saying he's going to get the fucking box.

🍺 (He actually just goes to pee and comes back with a blanket for you)

🍺 A good while later, and you're getting quite sleepy just sitting there listening to Chucky and Freddy go back and forth from either side of you (You're not really contributing to the conversation, just sitting there with a blanket around you nodding or letting out little 'mhm's or 'uhuh's if they look at you to agree with them) and your gaze slips over to Chucky.

🍺 He stops mid-sentence to look at you, like, whadaya want?

🍺 Quickly he deadpans, recognising the look in your eye that he's become very familiar with since... you know... living as a good guy doll. "... you wanna fucken hold me, don't you?"

🍺 ... "Mhm... " You nod.

🍺 "Fuck, no. Get it outta your head. Do you think I enjoy that shit?? I'm the goddam Lakeshore Strangler, bitch, not a fucken Cabbage Patch kid. I'm feared. I'm infamous- no, do not fucken cry again. I swear, I'll stab you if you cry. Don't test me. Don't- aghhh!" After a few moments, he gives up, letting you gather him in your lap; One arm wrapping around his middle and the other hand slipping into his soft, messy hair. "If you tell anyone in there about this shit, you're gonna wake up with a new hole. I don't know where it'll be yet, I think I'll be spontaneous about it, but it will hurt."

🍺 "And you- " When Chucky turns to Freddy, who looks like he's about to explode seeing this, he stops. ... Slowly, he grins. "You know what?... Freddy buddy, why don't you tell us again how you lost so fucken bad to the momma's boy?" ... oh dear, you think, eyes going wide and round.

🍺 Like a light switch, all amusement is gone from Freddy's face, replaced by a furious glare, and he takes a deep, deep, deeeeeep breath; Getting up from the swing to stand in front of the two of you. "... you move your asses outta that chair before I finish and you die."

🍺 So yeah... explanation is seemingly very simple... but who would really believe you if you tried to tell them this all happened and Chucky and Freddy Krueger were actually nice to you??