#chase stokes x girlfriend!reader

[chimindity]

Getting hate

Summary | Reader and chase have been dating for for a few months but reader has been getting hate from Chase's fans. Request by @mirellef2001

Pairing | Chase Stokes x girlfriend!reader

Warning | reader receiving hateful comments? Fluff!!

A/N | I haven't written a girlfriend!reader fic for so long😭 I hope you like it! (I apologize for the wait)

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You've been dating Chase for three months already. He is the sweetest, always taking care of you even after working on set all day. In his opinion, you come first no matter what. You always feel safe with him.

Until the day when he reveals on his Instagram story that he is in a relationship with you, by posting a cute picture you took of both of us in front of a mirror, you knew this would happen, but what you didn't expect was receiving a lot of hate for it from his fans.

You spend your days scrolling on his Instagram, reading all the mean comments about his 'new girlfriend', feeling your heart ache at the thought of being hated over literally nothing. You quickly hide your phone away when you hear your boyfriend's footsteps getting closer. You walk to your drawer and pretend to look for something, but it's just so he doesn't see your teary eyes.

-"Honey, where is my—, honey?" He cuts himself off when he hears you sob, he steps closer, closes the drawer before holding your face with both hands, he feels his heart sink at the sight of your glossy eyes and puffy lips, -"Woah, woah, what's happening? Did I do something wrong or something that made you upset?" He softens his voice, wiping off your tears with his thumbs.

You shake your head, refraining yourself from not bursting into tears, but you keep recalling each one of the hateful comments. -"It's nothing, Chase," your voice cracks mid-sentence, causing you to give in and break down in tears. A lot of questions go through your mind, 'does he really like you?' ; 'would he ever leave you?'

-"Doesn't seem like 'nothing' in my opinion," he gently drags you by the hand to your shared bed, and sits at the edge of it. -"Have I neglected you?" He asks, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb before pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him.

You give him a warm smile through your tears, -"It's just, nothing biggie but, I think your fans don't really like me, and—" you get cut off by your boyfriend, feeling his soft plump lips against yours as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. You tense up at the sudden action and eventually manage to loosen up.

He pulls away from the kiss to look at you, -"Well, it's not nothing as you said, if it's bothering my girl," he frowns, feeling his heart sink at the hate you've been receiving from his fans. -"Listen, you are mine, and it doesn't matter if they don't like you or whatever. I mean, how can anyone dislike you anyway? All that matters is that I love you, whether they agree with that or not. I will keep loving you," he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You melt at his words, feeling listened to by him and grateful towards his reaction. -"I'm the luckiest to have you, Chase," you peck his lips while wrapping your arms around his neck, as you feel his hands slide on your hips to steady you on his lap, -"ah, ah, I think you got it wrong darling, I'm the one who is the luckiest" he smirks, capturing your bottom lip with his teeth.

Later in that day, Chase posts an Instagram story; -"I would like for all of you to respect my relationship, but especially to respect the person I love the most, aka my girlfriend. As the sweet person she is, she really doesn't deserve all of those mean comments. So, may you leave some heart emojis instead :))"

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[meiiie]

a drew imagine pls! or concept about the innocent parts of their relationship. hand holding, hugs, forehead kissing and laying next to each other. love you thanks🤍🤍🤍

if drew starkey was your boyfriend, he would...

note Hi anon! I'm a bit too busy with school nowadays to make an imagine, but here are some things that I think he would do in a relationship hehe hope this is fine :) pairing bf!drewstarkey x fem!reader warning TOO MUCH FLUFF

ever since you both met on the set of outerbanks s2, you both IMMEDIATELY had a crush on each other.

he would be whispering to chase stokes and be like “yo who is she??? omg she's so beautiful”

whenever you'd be getting ready for a scene and the stylists would be fixing your makeup, he would just be in the background and secretly take pics of you

you would giggle because he'd think you didn't know, but you could clearly see him from the reflection of the MIRROR.

after some quite of time, you both decided to be in a low-key relationship, “accidentally” brushing your hands while on set and glancing at each other!!! the tension was so there and everyone could sense it ong

even if your role was a pogue and you both always had to act like you were fighting for the show, the fans would always be saying:

user8294793: holy shit why do they have so much tension while they're fighting, this doesn't make any sense?? ilovemadelyncline: GUYS IF THEY DON'T GET TOGETHER AT THE END OF THIS SHOW, I WILL LOSE IT

but little do they know you both were already together IRL 😭

okay so this is after making your relationship public!! i feel like whenever you're done with your intense crying scenes he would just say “you are so hot there baby omg i'm so proud of you” LIKE WDYM HOT!? but in seriousness, he would give you the biggggest hugs! and lots of praising “you did so great baby”, “i admire u so much”

intense neck kisses. feel like this is random, but he'd just give you a big smooch at the back of your neck just to tease you.

“eeeeewwwww oh my god” a big patch of his saliva on the back of your neck, and he'd be like “tehe u can't catch me”

after a very tiring day of shooting, you'd both always just lay down beside each other on the beach while he's just admiring your features, like everything. the way your hair falls perfectly, the way how your eyebrows are shaped, the way your eyes relax when he gives you forehead kisses, the way your lips smiles downwards when you realize he's admiring you

man was so into it you, you had to throw sand at his face to snap out of it

“PLEH *cough* plllfkfkfhhthfjj WHY DID YOU DO THAT”

“you were staring!!! it's rude to stare, y'know!?”

“i'm your boyfriend!!!!! i'm not allowed to look at my amazingly, stunning, gorgeous, girlfriend!?!?!?”

[andy-15-07]

Masterlist

Since I met you

SUMMARY : When a student meets a famous actor, what can happen? They fall in love, they don't care what the world says about them, they swear their love and that they will be next to each other regardless of the situation.

The story follows the beginning and formation of the love story of Sam and Andrea.

Sam Claflin x oc!reader

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 |

Imagines

Sam Claflin Imagines

Our life together

Finnick Odair Imagines

After all we are a family

Tom Blyth Imagines

Peaceful Morning

A new chapter

Coriolanus Snow Imagines

Our joy

Us and our children

Our Love

Night Change

Our legacy begins

Masterlist 2

Rudy Pankow imagines

Family love

Chase Stokes Imagines

Weathering the Storm

Unexpected Encounters | part 2

Sweet Dreams - John B

Drew Starkey Imagines

Lazy day ~ Rafe Cameron

Just me and you ~Rafe Cameron

Happy couple

A Glimpse into Tomorrow

A Family's Love

Stage of Love

Babysitting and decisions

Midnight Revelations

A true love

masterlist ! pairing: Drew Starkey x reader x Rudy Pankow

Hearts Aligned - Rudy ,Drew and Y/n are confessing their love for each other

Comfort in Caring - Drew and Rudy take care of their girlfriend during her period

Sweet moments- Cooking together creates beautiful memories, especially with the people you love

[dungeons-are-too-cold]

Hey, could I just request a Garcia x nb or gn!reader? R is a hacker cybercrime unit, is polar opposite to Garcia (not so much outgoing, kinda dark if you get what I mean lol), and BAU just being surprised because they never suspected it. Thank you! Have a wonderful day/night! <3

I hope this is too your liking! This was actually an amazing prompt and I absolutely loved writing it! There isn't enough Garcia content in the world so I'm always happy to write some! I broke things up into three parts so i could write a bit about how you met and everything too, I hope thats alright Warnings: Nothing really, mentions of alcohol, mentions of existentialism very briefly Word count: 1.6k

You and Penelope had been dating for a few months, but it was taking a while for you to feel comfortable with meeting her team; at least meeting them as he partner. You had seen the BAU in passing, obviously, often in the elevator as they were just a few floors above the cyber crime unit where you worked, but your limited interactions so far had gone not exactly well.

The last time the BAU needed the cyber crime unit’s help was actually how you and Penelope met. Your differences were immediately noticeable. Her bright clothes and fancy jewelry really stood out against your all-black ensemble. Cyber crime is no joke and their dress code let you know that. You didn’t mind it, as standing out wasn’t exactly what you wanted to do, but that’s what Penelope was all about. She was like a ray of sunshine. Immediately she wanted to be close to you, share her computer space, and gush over your Linux systems. She even offered to take you to lunch, which you reluctantly accepted. That lunch was the best thing that ever happened to you, and the two of you had been dating ever since. The rest of the case was not as great.

You know how Penelope does that whole flirting thing with her coworkers? Yeah, well, your quips usually come out a little more existential than endearing. When Reid had to sit down for a while after your comment on the inherent amoral nature of the universe and the random assignment of meaning and value that people have given action and identity, you didn’t think they were stoked on having you around. You couldn’t wait to get back to cyber crimes either.

            With that said, Penelope was very important to you, and you would do absolutely anything to make her happy.

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            Penelope’s birthday was coming up and she was super excited. You were over at her place for a movie date one night when you could hear her talking to Morgan on the phone in the other room. They seemed to be discussing details about the party he was planning with Rossi, and it really caught you off guard.

            “So, sweet cheeks, I actually have someone you need to add to that guest list of yours… Yeah it’s a little bit of a surprise…okay well all I can tell you is that they are very special to me, and I want them to meet all of you for real, as my family.” Immediately you rushed over to your girlfriend trying to get her to pause the phone call. Penelope struggled to swat you away, which ended up turning into a full-on chase around her apartment. Still, she continued. “I may or may not be talking about my partner, but until the party you just put that out of that pretty little head of yours. Just make sure there’s a seat for them next to me at the table, okay I love you! Bye!”

            Penelope slammed her phone down on the table a little too hard as she ended the call.

            ‘What was that about?” you started.

            “I could say the same to you baby, do you not wanna come to my birthday party?” Garcia feigned upset; she is nothing if not dramatic.

            “Of course, I want to be there, just, I know your friends don’t like me. And I’m not exactly the most enthused party guest, I’ll have no idea what to say or what to even do with my hands!”

            “Your hands will be in mine the whole time,” she cooed as she pulled you closer to her. “They are going to love you because I love you, okay?”

            “I love you too.”

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            You did your best to put the party out of your head until you were walking up the driveway to Rossi’s mansion. In an attempt to dry your palms, you rubbed your hands down the front of your black jeans and smoothed out your shirt. Just as you were about to turn back to the car, Derek Morgan burst through the front door to greet Penelope, nearly picking her up with his hug.

            “There’s my favorite birthday girl! Happy birthday, baby!” He said as he spun her around. As she came back to her original position next to you, Derek finally acknowledged you were here. “Hey, Y/n, right? From cyber crimes?” Morgan seemed incredibly confused as to why exactly you were here. You couldn’t tell if it was good or bad though.

            “Yes! Derek, they are actually my partner and special guest for the night so be nice” Penelope said as she playfully nudged her best friend’s shoulder. His face immediately lit up upon learning the special place you had in Penny’s life.

            “Well, it’s great to see you again, Y/n, and welcome! Let’s get the two of y’all inside now, it’s getting kinda chilly out here.” Derek stepped aside and let the two of you find your way through the front door. Almost sensing your anxiety like a superpower of hers, Penelope placed her hand in yours and led the way.

            Rossi’s home was massive, much bigger than anything you had ever seen before. It almost made the team look smaller than it actually was in comparison. JJ and Emily were having a glass of wine in the kitchen with a man you assumed was JJ’s partner Will. Reid and two little boys were sat on the floor with some crayons at the coffee table, coloring in what looked like Spider-man coloring books. Hotch watched the three of them fondly with a whiskey in hand as he and Rossi chatted away on the couch.

            “So, I know you’ve met the team, but that in the kitchen is Will, and those two little boys are Henry, who is JJ and Will’s son, and Jack who is Hotch’s son,” Penelope explained before the room had noted your presence. The second everyone saw Penny walk in, though, they were all over her, showering her in hugs and affection. You let yourself be pushed to the side, not wanting to get caught in all the hugging and touching quite yet.

            “Happy birthday Auntie Penelope!” the two boys squealed in unison, like they had been practicing all night.

            “Happy birthday, Pen” Emily and JJ said as they sandwiched her from either side.

            The boys all gave Penelope a kiss on the cheek and made their way back towards their seats until Rossi noticed you off to the side.

            “And is this y/n from cyber crimes? So, you’re the partner Derek has been telling us about all night? He said Penelope seemed quite smitten over the phone.” The room seemed oddly quiet as you sent a small wave to everyone.

            “Yes, y/n and I have actually been dating since that case we worked with them. It was love at first sight.” Penny lovingly sighed as she cuddled up on your arm, leading you to a seat on the couch.

            “Well, congrats you two,” Hotch said taking a seat across from you both. “Honestly, though, I have to say I’m` surprised.”

            “I hope that’s nothing bad,” you joked. They were the first words you had spoken all night, and you were already dreading where the night was going.

            “Oh, not at all. Our Penelope is just, quite…unique.”

            “Which is a polite way of saying she can’t keep secrets” Emily said as she shot Penelope a side glance. “I think we’re all just a little shocked that she was able to keep this under wraps for so long.”

            “The two of you seem so different as well,” JJ chimed in. She wasn’t wrong. You were sure that she assumed Penny would want someone more outgoing and social. Even you had thought that at the beginning of your relationship. The two of you seemed to balance each other out though, and that’s what you loved.

            “I think we help keep each other sane,” you joked again, starting to get into a rhythm with the team. “The balance is actually really nice.” The team seemed enamored with you. It was nice to know that your first impression hadn’t ruined things completely. Surprise aside, they were all very happy for you and Penelope. You could tell they just wanted Penny to be happy, and she seemed ecstatic to have you on her arm tonight as her date. Finally, you felt yourself relax as you watched the conversation around you.

            “So, what took you so long to bring y/n around to the family dinners?” Rossi asked Penelope.

            “Well, we just wanted to take things slow. As crazy as I am, you lot can get a bit rowdy when you’re wine drunk.” She said as she gave side eyes back to Emily as payback for earlier that evening.

            “Also, after I nearly broke Dr. Reid on that case, I was a little hesitant to meet everyone again,” you chimed in.

            “Actually, I found your line of question on morality quite intriguing, and I ended up doing quite a bit of reading on moral codes and evolution of humanity, especially in the context of developing society, and I’ve even been reading up on existentialism as well. It’s quite- ”

            “Thank you, boy genius,” Penelope interrupted, “but it is in fact my birthday and I’d like to believe that there is still some good in the world, so maybe let’s hold off on the Sartre before dinner?”

            “We’ll have to chat reading at some point,” Reid remarked to you before heading to refill his drink. “You want anything y/n?”

            “Thanks, but I think I’m alright for now,” you said, but you were much more than alright. You had everything you could possibly want in life with Penelope on your arm. She was your world, and you were just happy to be in hers.

I hope this was what you were looking for! I had a really great time writing it so let me know what you think in the comments! Sorry it took so long for me to get this one out, I'm going back to school rn so I've been getting ready for my college semester lately lol, but this was such a good time to write so i hope ur happy with it! Send an ask/request here! Check out my master list here!

[adventuresinobx]

You’re Mine

Chase Stokes x fem!reader

Summary: And another part in the kink series! Chase isn’t as dominating in bed as you’d like - except when he’s angry.

A/N: As always - the whole point of this series for me was to push myself out of my usual comfort zone with my writing, so again this is a little bit different than what I usually write, but hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking kink, (tiny) breeding kink right at the end lol

You had got one thing wrong about Chase before you met him. You had assumed he was a super dominating kind of guy; always wanting to be in control and liking it rough and hard. He loved every second of the rough sex but on the most part, he preferred to be soft and gentle and loving with you. It was quiet morning kisses and gentle cuddles on the sofa whilst watching a movie. It was sleepy forehead kisses as he snuggled you and back rubs when it was your time of the month and you were in your usual monthly pain. He was a good boyfriend.

He had decided not to go out and drink for the month, which was very unlike him, but whilst you loved that he was home and spending more time with you, you missed that sexy dominant side to you that would have you dropping your panties at the front door as he rushed you up to bed from a night out, swapping the beers with his mates for a night in the bedroom with you.

But with that lacking, and no sign of him going out for a drink any time soon, you settled on finding another way to get what you wanted and that was making him angry. And as his girlfriend, you knew exactly what pissed him off - jealousy - and you were great at playing this part.

“You know who’s looking really good recently,” you said, turning over to face him in bed. He was reading a book, his reading glasses he wore with his lenses perched on his nose as he read the words in front of him. Some book that Drew had recommend to read.

“Who babe?” Chase said, expecting a famous actor’s name like Johnny Depp or Chris Evans to fall from your lips. But no. Your response shocked him.

“You know Rudy is fine. Has he been working out?”

“Has he what?” Chase replied, instantly putting his book down and giving a glaring look at you. “Has he been working out? How would I have noticed?!”

You knew exactly it was true. Chase had been at the gym with Rudy a lot of the time recently so you knew he had been working on his body and he looked so good for it. You were, of course, lying - but Chase was starting to get very riled up about it all.

“I’ve been working out too,” he muttered, taking his glasses off as he stared you down, grabbing your hand in his and making you feel his abs under his shirt, “Look see I’ve been busy in the gym too.”

“Yeah but it’s just - you’re great babe - but Rudy is just so STRONG. And the way his muscles look when he wears that vest top, well that’s very sexy.”

“What -“ Chase began, as you shrugged at him, seeming so nonchalant about what you were saying.

“I mean, have you seen him - the way his arms tense when he’s lifting those weights in the gym with you. I see him in the back of the videos,” you continued - until Chase promptly shut you up, by pulling you on top of him on the sofa and kissing you hard.

Between kisses, he pulled away to tell you four simple words: “You’re mine, not his.”

He tugged at your clothes, pushing his shirt that you were wearing over your head, desperate to see your naked body. He loved that you didn’t wear bras when you were chilling - it sped things up. He pulled your leggings down, lifting you up off his lap for a second so he could rid you of your clothes. His hand trailed over your body, his hands scanning over your skin, as he felt everywhere on your body. His favourite places first - your hips, your thighs, your tummy and your breasts, rolling each nipple between his fingers before he flicked his tongue over the other one, switching between both sides as you threw your head back in pleasure.

God, this was good. You’d forgotten about this sensation, of him being desperate for you. Needy and horny. You reached down to palm him through his shorts and he groaned at the feeling, before he gained his composure and snapped his arm away with yours so you couldn’t touch him anymore.

“Not tonight sweetheart,” he said, the tone of his voice showing his anger and jealousy - if his actions weren’t doing that too. “Tonight I’m in charge.”

You gulped at his words, unable to speak. But you were so ready for this. And you were so glad you were getting what you wanted from him. Finally. Without even a second for a thought, he had you laid out on the bed, his hands exploring all over your body. He was kissing you, his kisses rough and needy. You were so turned on; you couldn’t even cope with how good all this was making you feel. You needed him so badly.

You went to move your hand down to touch him, for anything, some relief, but he quickly stopped you. “Don’t be a brat, Y/N,” he said, the anger evident in his voice, before he softened for just a second. “I want to make you feel good. I want to fuck you good and I want you to know that Rudy would never fuck you as well as I could.”

“Hmm don’t know, Rudy seems pretty -“ you started to say, but your words were cut off by the sudden feeling of Chase’s fingers on your aching core. You’d been needing him to touch you like this for so long, so roughly and without much thought or care, so you were already absolutely soaking wet for him. And didn’t he know it.

“That pretty pussy is so wet for me,” he moaned, his fingers moving up and down your slit as he re-angled his hand so he could use his thumb on your clit. He didn’t wait, take it slow - he just rubbed your clit hard and with a strong amount of pressure that had you screaming and moaning for him within seconds, “Who’s made you so wet? Who turned you on?” His voice was harsh.

“You,” you managed to whine out, his hands on your core making sure you could barely get the words out. But he still challenged you, him still very angry.

“Who made you this wet?”

“You, Chase,” you said, the wetness almost pooling around his fingers, his angry state turning you on. Your eyes were closed tightly and suddenly his fingers had moved and now you were craving more contact from him. You didn’t have to wait long, as soon he readjusted and there he was, his cock out his boxers and the tip being run up and down your slit.

“Fuck me please,” you begged, falling apart at the feeling already. And you didn’t need to ask twice. He slid into you, a little slower at first, before he bottomed out and you nearly screamed at the feeling. You had one more game to play. “Fuck me Rudy.”

A rage took over him, and god did you feel it as he grabbed your throat and squeezed hard. Your breath was instantly taken from you and you felt his fingertips against your neck, pushing against you, leaving you unable to speak let alone do anything else. You managed a few whines and groans, his hand tight around your throat as he mercilessly fucked you, his hand keeping that tight grip and never faltering as he pounded into you with so much force that you thought he might break you in two. This was so fucking worth it.

“What did you fucking say?” he growled, his hand tight around your throat as he pushed into you. Hard. He thrusted up, the angle having you seeing stars - or was that the tightness of his grip around your throat. You decided that was enough anger so you kept your mouth shut, only letting moans and the words “feels so good” or “faster” fall from your lips as he fucked you at a relentless pace again and again. You could barely breathe and you grabbed his arm with your hand to beg him to slow down. It was a lot and you needed the breather. He let go of your neck, his hand brushing your face delicately in a complete change of mood, before his hands dropped to your hips as he kept up with his thrusting, that steady and deep rhythm you loved best.

“I’m close,” you murmured. But suddenly a panic washed over you. In the heat of the moment, you’d both forgot to put a condom on. You had been off contraception for a few weeks now, it had been messing up your body and whilst they investigated why, they suggested you use other forms of protection to stop you getting pregnant.

“Fuck don’t, you can’t cum inside me. I’m not on anything. My doctor -“ you said, a little panicked but Chase didn’t listen, continuing on with what he was doing. He was roughly slamming inside you, his hand moving to touch your clit as he fucked you relentlessly.

“I can and I will,” he said, holding himself inside you as he felt his cock twitch and all of a sudden, you were shaking with your orgasm too as you pulled him across the line. It was too late. He was spent and so were you.

“Can’t wait til you’re pregnant with my child,” he scoffed, leaning down to give you a rough kiss as he rolled over off you and back to his side of the bed. You blushed, laying there unable to move with everything that had just happened.

That was the best fucking he had ever given you.

“Do you really think we‘ve made a baby?” he asked after a few minutes, his voice much softer now, “Cos you know I’d love nothing more than to make you a mom. And I swear I’d be a good dad.” You just chuckled.

Your soft boyfriend was back.

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Revenge on Little Maybank | John B Routledge x Maybank!reader

Requested by anon / Summary:  After JJ steals the money from Barry, he takes his revenge out on his little sister which drives a wedge between John B and JJ.

A/N: Hope you like it! I think your request was just another Maybank!reader request with John B so I came up with this after watching that one episode where JJ steals barry’s money. I hope you like it! xx 

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“JJ, are you crazy?!” You quickly hop out of the van after him. You’d all arrived at Barry’s trailer for a little payback according to JJ after he’d jumped all you only moments ago. 

The rest of the pogues followed, “JJ don’t be stupid!” John B calls out following you.

You turn and stop him with hand to the chest, “I’ve got him.” You hurry up the few stairs and into the trailer. It reeked of weed, sweat and overall nastiness. 

“I know you’ve got it here somewhere.” JJ grumbles to himself, tossing things around. He’s searching for something. 

“What are you doing.” You follow him through the house, “He’s a drug dealer, JJ. This is crazy.” 

“He’s got a stash here somewhere.” He mutters, entering a bedroom and throwing things out of the closets. 

“JJ stop it!” Grabbing his arm, he shakes you off, tossing the black bag on the bed, “There you are.” 

Dumping out the bag, there was wads of cash, “I knew he’d have it here somewhere.” 

“You are not thinking about stealing that.” You point to the money, “Stealing from a drug dealer, are you fucking psycho!” 

“Think of it as payment for our troubles.” JJ says, stuffing the money back into the bag. 

You follow him out the door and grab his arm, “This isn’t you JJ! You’re acting just like him!” 

JJ abruptly turns and pushes you against the wall. He’s seething as he points a finger at you, “Don’t you dare compare me to him.” 

You can’t help but let tears fill your eyes, “JJ, you know who this dude is. He knows who we are and he’s gonna know we’re the ones who stole the money. he’s going to come after us!” 

JJ pulls away from you and makes his way outside where the other pogues are yelling at JJ as he hands out wads of money to the pogues.

“What the hell are you doing?!” 

“Stealing?! We’ve resulted to stealing?!” 

“He’s going to know it’s us!” 

John B immediately takes notice of the tears in your eyes, coming to your side. You shake him off, “I’m fine.” 

“JJ, what the hell are we going to do when he comes after us? Huh?” John B asks, “We can’t steal from this dude!” 

“We can handle ourselves. We’ll be fine.” JJ rolls his eyes, “Fine, you guys don’t want the money?” He yanks the wads of money out of the pogues hands, throwing it back in the bag, “I’ll pay my restitution.” 

“JJ, you can’t do this! He knows all of us. He gonna know we stole it.” You call out after him as he storms off down the gravel driveway. But he’s not listening. John B wraps a protective arm around you, pulling you into his chest as you let out the tears. 

You don’t know whether it was fear for JJ, of who he was becoming and the fact he’d acted just like your father moments ago. Fear for the rest of the pogues safety or fear of what Barry was going to do when he found out you all, well, JJ techinally, had stolen the money. 

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You found out first hand what Barry would do once he found his money was gone. Barry hadn’t been dumb. He knew it was JJ who stole the money and decided since you were his little sister, you would be the one to get the revenge on and because it would hit JJ more than any of the other pogues. 

Barry blew the horn of his car before getting his buddy to push you out of the car and into the dirt and gravel of John B’s driveway. This would send a message to give his money back. As soon as he saw the pogues running out of the house, he drove off. 

John B had reached you first, then it was JJ. You were shaking against the ground. 

“Oh my god. Y/n..” John B didn’t know where to touch you, scared of hurting you. His hands were as gentle as they could be as he picked you up off the dirty ground. 

You let out a yelp of pain as he lifted you. The pain radiated through your middle. Probably from all the kicks you took. 

JJ ran his hands through his hair as he followed closely behind John B, “is she okay? I’m going to kill him for this!” 

John B carried you to his bed, “Kie, get some ice and a wet cloth. Pope, grab her another shirt out of my drawer there.” He gently laid you down, “It’s okay.. I got you..” 

Kie and Pope did as he said. 

“I can’t believe Barry did this to her. This is worst than what my dad’s ever done!” He points to you. 

You whimpered as John B laid you down. As soon as he did, John B grabbed JJ by the collar of his shirt and threw him up against the nearby wall, “You see what he did to her! He did this because of you! Because of your stupidity!” 

“John B!” Kie shrieked. 

“This was his revenge for stealing his money, JJ! He took it out on your little sister! My girlfriend!” He yanked him by the collar away from the wall and pushed him even harder against the wall once more.

JJ didn’t know what to say. Pope pulled John B off JJ, “Get out! Get out of my fucking house!” 

“She’s my sister-” 

“and she’s my girlfriend who is in this because of you!” He points to the door, “Now get the fuck out of my house or I’ll drag you out of here.” 

“Just go.” Kie pushes JJ toward the door, but he resists, “kie, that’s my sister, I have to stay-” 

“JJ, Just go. Let things calm down.” Kie soothes, pushing him once more. 

JJ takes one last look at you, “I’m so sorry,” He obliges and leaves the chateau, but he doesn’t go far. He didn’t want to leave you, so he goes and sits down at the dock. 

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[notquitecanon]

If you still want Adrian Chase requests, would you possibly write something involving jealous Adrian?

Bev Nap // Adrian Chase x F!reader

Tw: alc, canon typical swearing, bar setting, guy being a dick, sex ment, Adrian being weird as fuck

Adrian was slowly starting to hate the bar. At first he didn’t mind hanging out with the 11th street kids outside of work, stoked to get to hang out with his smoking hot girlfriend (you) at the same time, two bad ass birds one sick stone. But now, he wished he was out on patrol- kicking some drug dealer ass into oblivion would feel cathartic at the moment. Hitting, stabbing, shooting, or other forms of maiming weren’t off the table either. Instead, he just huffed inwardly as yet another drink was placed in front of you- compliments of a gaggle of dick clowns across the bar.

Now of course, Adrian knew you were gorgeous. He was the first person to sing your praises and admit that you were out of his league- usually to people would, in fact, didn’t ask. Adrian knew what a catch you were- brilliant, patient, beautiful, funny, willing to put up with his vigilante justice murder habits… Hell, if it was up to him, you’d receive a trophy every single day just for being you.

But fuck.

Was it really so fucking hard for the men in the place to believe you were with him?

When the first drink came, he was cool- excited even. Hell yeah, free drink for his amazing girlfriend! You had asked if he was okay with it and he nodded with that easy smile, but threw an arm around your shoulder thinking it would discourage anyone else.

It didn’t.

You hadn’t paid for a drink yet, even passing a off a couple to Leota and Economos. Sometimes the drinks would come with little napkins with phone numbers and little hearts written on them. Adrian noticeably bristled at the ‘meet me in the bathroom’ note on the fifth drink, only souring as numbers six and seven arrived shortly afterwards. Most of these drinks had come from the same guy, sending suggestive kissy faces from behind Adrian, and you didn’t know how close Adrian was to snapping.

You, unphased, would simply crumple up the napkins, dropping them in the nearest empty cup before kissing Adrian’s smooth cheek and down his jaw line. Hoping your trailed kisses and soft eyes would convey just how disinterested you were in anyone- anything- that wasn’t him. Just for good measure, you also made a show of draping your legs over his lap and playing with his hands.

“Don’t be mad, baby.” You cooed into his ear, though it was closer to a yell and still almost drowned out by the pounding music. In the dim light, Adrian shook his head quickly, offering a quick kiss to your temple before flashing a slightly too exaggerated grin- paired with what you could best call crazy eyes, you weren’t hopeful the night would end without bloodshed.

“Whatttt? I’m not mad! How could I be mad? Just some asswigs eyeing up my girlfriend, trying to booze her up with free fruity beverages. That’s great! I’m great! Peachy, having a great, good, groooeat time. You look great, babe, by the way. It’s a great time to be alive!”

Adrian did that thing where he spoke faster than he could think, and yet only reinforced his rambling as his brain processed the many words coming out of his mouth. Meanwhile, his eyes had left yours to glare daggers at some guy at the bar. You rose an eyebrow as you pointed out,“Really? Because you just said ‘great’ like six times. Seven if you count how you combined good and great.”

Your boyfriend listened to your words as you ran a gently hand through his unruly curls, leaning into the touch as he moved his eyes back to yours. They were wide, unhappy and his bottom lip jutted out into really adorable pout which made you grin, moving from his hair to cup his cheek, “Ignore them, let them waste their money. There’s only one person in this place I’m going home with.”

Adrian sighed and nodded, forcing himself to relax. With his hand fiddling with the waist band on you pants, he thought for a moment before his eyebrows crinkled, “Wait just to be clear, it’s me right? Cause I’m like 95% sure but just for clarity’s sake, you are talking about me right?”

You couldn’t suppress the laugh that escaped you.

“Yes, you dork, I’m talking about you.” You assured him through bouts of laughter, lightly smacking his muscled chest. Adrian sighed deeply in relief, shoulder’s relaxing as he finally gave you that smile you loved so much.

“Knew it. Good. That could have been really awkward.” He muttered, going into to kiss your neck. You were already tilting your head to the side to give him access, breath catching in your throat-

“Sorry to interrupt.” A deep voice cut through the moment. Adrian froze, his breath fanning your neck before you both looked up to find your main would be suitor standing over you. He was smiling like he felt awkward but his eyes were dark, not even bothering to look at Adrian. You felt your boyfriend become tense again,, so you rested a calming hand over his own long fingers.

“Then don’t.” Adrian muttered, eyes narrowed dangerously on this man and nose scrunching in irritation. This new man still didn’t look at him which rubbed you the wrong way.

“Heyyy, I’ve been sending drinks your way all night and I think the waitress forgot to tell you they were from me. I just wanted to let you know, that top? Jaw dropping. I’m James by the way.” He continued on, offering a too charming wink and nod combo as if you weren’t practically in Adrian’s lap. You could tell just from the the smoothness of his voice and the glint of his eyes that ‘James’ was used to getting what he wanted. Still, there wasn’t any use to starting a fight- it was Adrian’s only night off this week- so after a reassuring squeeze to Adrian’s hand you forced a sugary smile.

“Thank you for the drinks and the compliment. I’m very flattered, but I’m lucky enough to be here with my boyfriend, Adrian.” You politely informed him, forcing his attention to Adrian for the first time. To reinforce your point, you waved off the lemon drop he tried to pass you.

He was unphased, morphing his charm to a look of astonishment, “Wait, for real? Seriously, he’s your boyfriend. You are with him?” James laughed, a choppy sardonic sound that grated your nerves. He must have seen how your appeasing smile slipped to a mean glare, “Sorry, that was rude. I just wouldn’t have guessed! You’re so sexy, you could have anyone! Charity work is hot!”

You frowned at the backhanded compliment, about to snap at him or possibly just let Adrian at him, but your boyfriend beat you to it. With no hesitation, he snatched the napkin with James’s number scribbled on it right out of the asshole’s hand.

Now, there were a couple of things Adrian could have done that would be normal, unsurprising, rational. Crumpling it up. Throwing it back at him. Tearing it up. Hell, even using the table’s tea candle to burn it would have been less shocking. But Adrian was anything but normal, unsurprising, and rational, you knew this- it was one of the many reasons you loved him so much.

Still, he shocked even you by quickly shoving the beverage napkin into his mouth with a murderous, crazed expression as he chewed it quickly and swallowed it thickly before you could stop him. Only grimacing momentarily before snatching the drink as well and downing it in one gulp, never breaking eye contact or even blinking. He punctuated the action with an exaggerated, “Ahhhh!”

Both you and James watched on. You in concern and a little bit of amazement. James in equal parts disgust, anger, and a slight amount of fear. Adrian simply shrugged thrusting the drink back into James’s hand with a ‘what now?’ Expression.

“What the fuck you fucking freak?!” James finally growled after he stopped stuttering. He made a jumping motion at Adrian who didn’t flinch. You put your shock on pause to whip your head up to him with a sharp glare. No one talked to your boyfriend like that.

“Hey! Watch your mouth, asshole!” You shouted, grabbing the nearest, now watered down glass off the table where it’s multiple untouched siblings sat, before purposefully splashing it down his absurdly expensive looking shirt. You hoped you ruined it. Adrian was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky- to him you had already put the sun and moon up, but this was a new level of adoration.

“Whatever, bitch, you freaks are made for each other.” He snapped, shaking droplets of sticky lemon back at you before backing away. You glared after him, and Adrian, still choking down bits of napkin called after him.

“Hell yeah, we are!”

“Fuck off, limp dick!” You chorused with your boyfriend, giving the retreating man two middle fingers. After a moment, you looked back to Adrian who sputtered a white crumble into the empty glass in your hand. Your eyes softened as you ran a gentle hand over his face, “Adrian, baby, love and light of my life, why was eating the napkin your first choice?”

Adrian, to his credit, even as he picked other white crumbles off his tongue and blanching at the taste didn’t look regretful or hesitant, “If he handed you his number I would’ve had to cut his hand off.”

His voice was steady and honest, earning a sympathetic smile as you combed some curls back. This time his eyes fell downcast, voice lowering, “Plus, I didn’t want to see you take it from him, even if you were just gonna throw it away.”

Your sympathetic smile turned downwards for a moment before you took his hand in yours, lifting it to your lips.

“Don’t worry, Adrian, I’m all yours.” You promised him with a small but growing smile, wrapping an arm around his shoulder so you could pull yourself even closer to him and smile against his ear, “And- I can’t believe I’m saying these words- the whole napkin thing, while absolutely bizarre, defending my honor? Very hot.”

You pulled back, using your hold around his neck to balance yourself as you watched his side profile while he processed your words. You watched his eyes moving slightly as they widened, eyebrows raising, Adam’s apple bobbing, a flush rising up his neck, a grin spreading over his face… Your own smile growing as his thumb started to rub circles into your thigh.

“Sooo, what do you say we get out of here and show these dickwads who gets to take me home?” You suggested with with a coy grin, pulling your legs off his lap and catching his lips with yours, a sure fire promise for more as you felt him growing giddy under your touch. Adrian was all to happy to nip your bottom lip so he could add tongue.

“We’re about to have some insane sex aren’t we?”He asked eagerly and breathlessly when he pulled away, rambling off an assurance, “If the answer is yes, I’m just letting you know, I can eat at least 15 more if that’ll do it for you.”

“Ok, how about we go home and have crazy sex instead of eating napkins?” You offered with a raised eyebrow, as if it was a tough choice between the two. Adrian nodded quickly.

“Really? ‘Cause, babe, I can and will do that, for you.” He stated point blank, deadpanning in a moment of seriousness, as if you didn’t already know that he would do anything for you. His eyes were wide with excitement though, waiting for any indication that you wanted him to eat the nearest stack of napkins. You couldn’t help but laugh as you stood, offering a hand with enticing, wiggled fingers.

“Offer for crazy freaky sex, going once?” You sing songed with bright eyes and a mischievous smile. Adrian quickly nodded, jumping to his feet as fast as he took your hand, instantly taking the lead as he pulled you towards the exit.

“Right. Fuck yeah.”

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I’m just as confused As you are but your honor I luv him

I love writing for characters where I can just think “what would my intrusive thoughts want to do” and no matter how weird it is, it’s still in character.

[enmy-writes]

Just Let Me Help You

Summary: Zuko, trying to keep is girlfriend safe, unintentionally gains the trust of the Gaang after a showdown with Combustion Man.

Word Count: 2728

Fandom: ATLA (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Genre: Mostly fluff, is fluff-angst a thing? Idk guys I’m soft, you tell me.

Rated: 18+

Content Warnings: Profanity, some gore graphics (brief mentions of blood, killing, murder), uhhhh that’s it I think I’m sorry if I forget anything else.

****Huge shout-out to my friends Kenz and Jenna for editing this and hyping me up. Hopefully, since this semester from Hell will be over soon, I’ll be able to write more. Please request things! Thank-you all for supporting this and let me know more of what you want to see in the future :) Also, feedback is always welcome. Enjoy!****

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They had landed the war balloon days ago, stalking the tired and defeated Team Avatar and trying to figure out how the complicated Fire Prince would convince the people he chased for months that he wants to help them now.

(Y/N) was stoking the hot flame provided by the fire bender, making sure the coals were burning a cherry red before she added leaves and herbs into a pot to make a stew for the two to enjoy. Her eyes followed Zuko as he paced back and forth, practicing what he was going to say when he finally decided to confront the rebel group, lips turned upward in an amused smirk.

“Hey, Zuko here…” she heard him say before he started rambling a bunch of nonsense about his past; from his discovery, to Azula, to his father-- all the tragic topics. It took him about three minutes, but he finished with a hopeful look in his direction.

“Well?!” He clenched his fists at his side in a nervous gesture, only wanting to get this right.

The girl on the log cleared her throat before speaking, obviously hiding her laughter from the sensitive boy. “Well… it’s perfect. I especially liked the ‘Hey, Zuko here’ part. I’m sure that Aang and his friends with be very pleased to finally learn your name instead of thinking you’re called ‘Angry Ponytail Hotman’.’’

He groaned loudly, rubbing his eyes with clenched fists. The melodic laughter from his companion tempted him to give up his quest and just run away with her and live a happy life free of his father and his destiny… whatever that may be.

Still laughing, (Y/N) stood from her log by the fire and made her way to Zuko, coming up behind him. Her arms slid right around his slim body, holding on tight as she tried to pull his mind from the depths of his insecurities.

“Zuko, love.” Her voice is soft, but intense. “Just go down there. I won’t lie, they might not take you right away. You have done a lot of damage to them and their goals.”

His warm hands slide down the tops of her forearms and slide between her chilled fingers, entwining them together as Zuko grips her like she’s holding him down on the land they’re on.

“I… I just…” He struggles to get his feelings out, finding it hard to convey how he feels even to the girl wrapped around him.

She shushes him. “I know.” Is all she says, as they stand there in a momentary comfortable silence before she detaches from him to continue dinner.

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Zuko had told her to stay behind, that he’d be back to either get her or because he failed to convince the group that he came to support them, instead of harm them.

“Zuko! I could easily be an alibi for you. A reason for them to trust you!”

“No. End of story. They could attack me and you’re in Fire Nation clothes. You’re staying here.”

A staring match between the two only lasted a few seconds, but (Y/N) let it go; remembering Iroh’s advice that sometimes the boy has to do what eases his mind to grow.

The empty pot gleamed an orange glow from the flames, a light in the dark woods that surrounded the two as they lounged by the fire.

(Y/N) was carding her fingers through the upset prince’s hair while he stared at the sky; confused. His emotions spilling onto (Y/N). He didn’t talk much about the encounter, only enough to tell her that they wouldn’t be helping the Avatar defeat his father anytime soon. Rather than pressure him, she offered her solace with calming actions rather than words.

The two had met in their early childhood, (Y/N)’s father being the leader of the Yuyan Archers and of course the Fire Lord wanted the talented girl to meet his… troubled son. In hope that she could help bend his son into the ruthless leader the nations needed to proceed him. Though they didn’t see each other as much as they should have due to (Y/N)’s schooling, the two quickly became close friends and were often found with Lady Ursa quietly running around the palace grounds.

His banishment led to (Y/N) perfecting her skills, and becoming the master she was destined to be, given there was no more distraction. No one could understand her in the way that Zuko did— they fit together like they were made for one another. Where he was hotheaded, she was cool; Where he was nimble and direct, she was resourceful and hidden. The two were the perfect set of opposites who ultimately balanced each other. And one without the other was a heartbreak everyone could see.

When she heard the news of his return, she rushed to the palace; radiant as ever. In an instant, the two fell back into where they left off;  barely any words needed between the two. Her fingers and lips had trailed over his scar often in those few days, brushing away the tears and insecurities that came with it.

Leaving the Fire Nation with Zuko wasn’t even a debate in her mind. She was tired of the life of lies and torment that her nation inflicted upon the world. She had spent the last two years relocating and rebranding people who were targets to the Fire Nation. In total, about one hundred innocent lives were saved from her dangerous missions. Her skill level was better than even her father’s, and she prided herself in her abilities. (Y/N) was truly a professional in her art with the eye of an eagle.

When she caught Zuko writing a letter to her with packed bags on his bed, she instantly went into the shadows and caught up with the boy easily, hiding in the balloon behind the engine for a while until it was too late for him to turn back. It was hot and the most uncomfortable thing she has ever done, but she regrets none of it. She joked with the boy; how did he not question a pile of fabric behind the piece of equipment that holds fire? She let it go after he hugged her close and cried for a while.

“Don’t do that shit again, Zuko.” Her voice was stern, though her voice stern, she held him close. She ghosted her fingers over his tense shoulders; the shoulder that carried such burdens. She pressed her fingers into his shoulders; trying her best to rub the tension from his body. 

“I won’t. Never again. Don’t leave me, I need you.”

A rustle of leaves and broken trees in the forest near the edge of their little camp put the two into defense, instantly gripping her perfectly crafted bow and quiver. Her ears pricked at a slight movement and she aimed her bows in the direction of the noise without even looking. Suddenly, green clothes fill the area as a younger girl makes her way into the clearing. Startled, Zuko sends a wave of fire towards the intruder, burning the girl.

Everything happened fast.

(Y/N)’s left foot—her plant foot—sunk into the ground and twisted inward, releasing a loud crack into the air. The Earth girl was long gone now; Zuko had been screaming at himself when he heard the cry of pain and the sickening noise that left the lips of his girlfriend.

The earth has released its hold on her, but the damage was done. She kneeled, trying to hold back tears but failing as they kept streaming down her face in a pain response. Zuko’s own eyes filled with tears as he ran over to her, helping her sit down and take the tension off of it.

The joint was already beginning to swell, black and blue and purple and yellow starting to show up in swirls around the area. Zuko carefully tried to feel the injury, barely touching the girl in fear of hurting her more. (Y/N) sighed, pushing his fingers away and ignoring his protest. She rotated her foot outward, cringing at the pain, but crying out when she turned it the other way. Zuko cupped his hands around her ankle, hands heated slightly to hopefully alleviate the pain.

“Baby… it’s okay—”

“No, you’re hurt! I knew this would happen!�� He cuts her off with a panicked yell. (Y/N) places her hands on the sides of his face, forcing his eyes upon hers with a slight wince of discomfort.

“It’s most definitely, at worst, a fracture. I can still move it outwards without a lot of pain. It’s, like, a week off my foot at most and then another week with a splint and a crutch. I am okay, Zuko.” They stared at each other for a solid minute, saying nothing.

"Promise?" Zuko whispered.

"You think I would lie to you, Zuko?" She says as she wraps her pinky his for good measure

They turn in not too long after, (Y/N)’s ankle wrapped up in some extra clothes for stability. Zuko’s arms hold her to his chest as they slip off into the world of dreams.

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Oh shit. She thought from her perch on top of the cliff edge. The assassin that they have also been trying to find has been blowing up the place, really testing the stability of the edge of the cliff in shakes after shakes like an earthquake. Zuko had told her to stay at camp, but unfortunately for Zuko; (Y/N) was never that good at listening to commands.

She was sitting down, watching the Avatar, his friends, and her boyfriend try to figure out how to win this fight against the combustion bender, feet dangling over the edge. She didn’t want any pressure on her foot from standing on it; settling for the dull throbs of pain coming from the force of gravity alone.

Some third eye. (Y/N) thought to herself as she watched her boyfriend get too close to being blown off the edge of the cliff, wincing. She quickly strung her bow, aiming it at the man. She smirked, a devious smirk, and aimed it in a precise location.

Zuko was still trying to talk the man out of it when suddenly, his eyes went blank and the grossest sound he has ever heard reached his ears. Everyone watched the man, confused as to why he just stopped. It’s not until red trails down his forehead and around his nose in a slow trickle that they look at his eye.

In the middle of the red eye, that at one point seemed indestructible; an arrow sat; a perfect shot — his perfect shot. "Bullseye!" (Y/N) howled, her voice resonating in his ears.

In the midst of Zuko's panic, he failed to recognize the cliff he was standing on becoming increasingly unsturdy; turning he locked eyes with the archer. A ghost of a smile graced her lips, pride radiating off of her. Though he was angry, he couldn't help but share her pride. He locked eyes with his girlfriend who was sitting nonchalantly on the cliff edge above them all, waving nonetheless, when he told her to stay back. It’s then that the earth beneath him rumbles and falls, taking him with it.

“Zuko!” She screams, jumping to her feet; a loud crack coming from her ankle, buckling under the pressure and bringing her to her knees.

With a hobble in her step, (Y/N) climbed down the cliffside. The tears ran down her face at a ferocious pace, making her way over to the cliffside, a loud sob relented from her mouth as she saw Aang helping Zuko up over the edge of the cliff. 

"Spirits, Zuko!" She breathed, limping her way over to him and hugging him tight. "I should kill you, you fucking idiot!" She sobbed, pulling him into her chest. 

Zuko huffed out a laugh, wrapping his arms around her. He took deep breaths, calming his nerves from his near death experience; he focused on the feeling of her hand carding through his hair to grip it tight, and the hold on his shoulders. As he calms down, he remembers that he told her to stay put; and he sharply pulls away.

"I told you to stay at camp!" He huffed, "I told you I was coming back for you!”

She scoffs pushing on his forehead with two fingers. “In case you have forgotten, Zuko, I have authority issues. If I weren’t here, who would be saving your stupid royal ass? No one! You’re welcome, by the way. He wasn’t going to negotiate, Prince Pouty, and you and everyone else here is no good to the world dead.”

“You—You---You could’ve been hurt! (Y/N)! Or worse!” His protest was a whisper, trying to make the scene more private as he’s aware of the crowd around them.

“Zuko, love, I can handle myself. I’m a master at my craft--.”

"—your craft of carelessness, you could've been killed—"

"—but I wasn't Zuko!"

"That's not the point." His voice stern, making it clear that the conversation was done for now. (Y/N) simply nodded, pulling away from him and fixing her clothes.

Aang, Toph, Katara and Sokka watched the two as they argued; watching as they continuously tried to out-care the other. They watched as the two eventually stopped arguing, instead remained staring, as if daring each other to speak

“That was a ... nice shot? I guess?" Aang spoke, clearing his throat and drawing the couples attention to him. "He's definitely you know, dead."

(Y/N) smiles at the boy. “Thank you, Avatar, for helping save this dumb ass from falling off a cliff.” She gets up and bows to him. Zuko suddenly picks her up, the world turning sideways as he put her bridal style in his arms.

“Stop putting weight on your ankle!”

“I’m literally showing respect to the person who just helped you, is that a crime?”

“What if you break your ankle so much that you have to cut it off.”

“Oh, now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“Okay well you were first when deciding to sit on the edge of a cliff with a broken ankle.”

“You’re right! Sitting is dangerous. Next time, I’ll make sure to stand so at least I’ll have a better chance of reacting if the cliff side starts falling from under me. Oh wait, you were standing, and you still fell.”

Zuko sets her down on a broken rock that’s suitable enough for her to sit on. “Will you just shut up already and let me help you.” He reaches for her ankle, but she moves it from his grasp. Their eyes meet again and narrow in competition.

A mess of limbs as the (Y/N) evades the grip of Zuko, occasionally slapping his hands away if they get too close.

Sokka tilts his head in confusion and opens his mouth. “Is he—is he actually caring for someone?”

Aang nods. “I think? I don’t know, they’re kind of fighting a lot.”

Toph cringes, “Guys, I think it was me who hurt her in the first place. Last night at their camp. Zuko instantly stopped trying to help me when I heard her scream.”

“Guys… I think I’m supposed to let him be my master. I mean, he did just risk everything to save us.” Aang says, eyes locked on the one member who he cares more about than anyone.

Katara, still holding off on agreeing, looks to the two Fire Nation kids again.

“Ow! You bit me! Are you crazy?!” Zuko yells, shaking his left hand out.

The stranger girl laughs cheerfully. “Only crazy for you, stupid.”

And a phenomenon occurs. Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation blushes and looks down at the ground, a huge smile on his face.

“I hate you.” Is all he says.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

Katara, seeing the humane side of the prince, finally lets her guard down and walks over to them. Zuko’s eyes widen at her proximity, but the water tribe girl holds his gaze.

“I’ll heal the girl if it gets you two to shut up. And you have to find dinner for tonight.”

Katara’s eyes widen again at the sight of the crying prince who suddenly bows to her feet, thanking her with his whole heart. He then turns to his smiling girl beside him and pulls her into a hug.

“Thank you, (Y/N). For everything.”

“I’ll always help you… stupid.”

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Can I request something for tmt? a one shot tho nothing too long I just love tmt jisung he’s my ideal type 🤧😂

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Han Jisung

Genre: Sequel; Drabble

Warnings: Smut and Language

There were two Jisung’s in my book.

The sweet, adoring version of him that I loved who brought me flowers from the store, or who spent long hours staying up with me late into the night to talk about whatever happened to cross our minds.

Then, there was the Jisung who called himself J.One.

The rapper version of him who commanded the stage with an intoxicating charisma, who winked and rolled his eyes as he moved with Chan and Changbin, gesturing to the crowd and ad-libbing into the microphone in unexpected bursts of energy.

He was impossible to resist, but he was all mine. And I had never felt so lucky in my entire life. Despite our rough start, I wouldn’t trade our relationship for anything in the world, and I had become a mainstay at his concerts.

Tonight’s performance ended with their new song, the one that was rapidly rising in the ranks on SoundCloud and garnering more YouTube videos than the average Among Us collaboration. I could tell that the crowd loved it, cheering and screaming even louder once the familiar bass dropped over the speakers. 

In these moments, it was easy to see why Jisung was so enamored with this world of underground music and late-night clubs and bars. 

“The one in the middle,” a girl yelled into my ear. “He’s really good!”

She was referring to Changbin and I forced myself to nod. “Yeah, he’s alright.”

As long as you don’t let him seduce you, I wanted to add, but perhaps it was better for the group’s image if I didn’t go into long-winded detail concerning Changbin’s exploits. Chan was no better, but at least he had the decency to feel bad and apologize. It made it easier to see him whenever I visited Jisung at their studio.

Changbin on the other hand? Well, he was still inclined to send me flirty looks and whisper rather inappropriate things that I doubt Jisung would want to hear. But that was an argument for another time.

Tonight was all about Jisung, and I could tell that the girl sitting next to me and her posh group of friends were shocked when Jisung and the rest of his group made their way over to me.

“Baby,” Jisung purred when he was close enough, sliding an arm around my waist before bringing me in for a passionate kiss.

It was enough to steal the breath from my lungs, and I pulled away to send a knowing look in the direction of the girls who were watching us with wide eyes and gaping mouths. “You were amazing!” I told Jisung, offering a friendly nod to Chan and Changbin who were already busy scoping out their exploits for the night.

“I feel amazing,” Jisung admitted, and then his mouth was next to my ear. “They gave me my own backstage room. Wanna see?”

“Of course,” I said, grinning because I knew that Jisung’s intentions extended far beyond merely asking me to admire his dressing room. 

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and waving off Chan and Changbin who weren’t even cognizant that their third wheel was leaving with his girlfriend. Hopefully, to screw her brains out because I desperately needed it.

“Your new song was really popular,” I remarked casually as Jisung weaved us in and out of the crowd.

“Yeah?” he smirked. “We spent weeks working on it. I think Chan was ready to call it quits at one point.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” I said, feeling myself grow more excited as we disappeared behind the curtain partitioning off the rest of the grimy bar.

It was much less crowded in the back, and Jisung’s hand was already squeezing at my ass as he turned the knob on the door labeled with his name written in bright colors on a slab of wood.

But once we were inside, Jisung ensured that the door was locked before pressing me back against it, reclaiming my lips with desperation. “Slow down, baby,” I gasped between kisses, feeling my way down Jisung’s shirt to palm the tight bulge over his gold-colored pants.

They were skin tight on his lithe frame, and I knew that his erection was straining against the tight material. “Can I fuck you, baby?” Jisung asked, and I smiled the familiar shyness in his eyes, listening to him whimper as I continued to add more pressure against his cock.

“How can I say no to you?” I asked, loving that he was still inclined to act the part of the well-mannered boy who used to follow me around with discreet looks aimed in my direction.

“There’s a condom in my bag,” he said, reluctantly moving away to locate his stuff piled high against one of the chairs.

In the meantime, I wandered over to the stuffy gray couch tucked away in the corner, ignoring the smell as I hitched up my dress before bending over the back. “Sungie?”

“Yeah, ba-” he broke off with a stuttered moan, taking in the sight of me bent over for him just the way he liked. “Y/N,” he whispered, eliminating the space between us with three measured steps before his hands were tugging down my panties and squeezing the soft flesh of my ass. “So beautiful,” he said, and I shivered at the sound of him undoing his belt, pushing down his jeans to mid-thigh along with his boxers. 

“Are you ready?” I asked, reaching back to press two fingers into the gaping mess of my pussy, clenching and unclenching as I stretched myself out for him.

I was already wet just from hearing Jisung’s voice alone, admiring him dancing across the stage and, at one point, grinding against the floor.

Jisung groaned in reply to my question, ripping open the condom to tug it over himself. The motion was well-rehearsed at this point, even though he had fumbled the rubber a couple of times during the early part of our relationship. But we fit together like two essentials parts of a machine, and I almost knew his body as well as my own.

“I’ve got you,” Jisung said, pulling me out of my thoughts when he rubbed the tip of his cock against the entrance to my wet cunt.

“Please,” I practically begged him, and Jisung knew better than to tease me for longer than was necessary with our foreplay, and he was sliding home with a long, languid thrust of his hips that had me accommodating the size of his erection as my walls held to him tight. “You’ve got to give me more than that, Jisung!”

“More?” Jisung repeated, sounding a little more confident as he placed both hands on my hips. 

I nearly screamed when he started a frantic pace, fucking his cock in and out with perfectly timed thrust of his hips, rolling against my ass with every stroke. I could feel each drag of his erection, filling me so well, to the point where it felt like I could already burst from the friction rapidly building inside of me.

I clenched my hands tighter around the cushions in front of me, closing my eyes as my clit brushed against the rough texture of the couch with every penetration. He was stimulating every part of me, hitting my g-spot at the perfect angle, hitching one of my legs further up around his waist so that he could keep going, faster and faster until I started to grow light-headed from the pleasure.

“I’m close, Jisung,” I warned him, clenching down harder around him to ensure that he felt as much pleasure as I did.

His resounding moan was more than enough confirmation that Jisung was feeling every inch of me, and I could just imagine the look on his face: the concentrated scrunch of his nose and the thin bead of sweat that pooled atop his upper lip.

There was always something riveting about Jisung when he was fucking me, head tossed back and neck exposed. He always liked to watch the place where his cock was stuck inside, using his fingers to feel just how close were in those moments. Sometimes, he might stick his finger in alongside his erection, and that was enough to make me feel even fuller, like I could literally mold myself to him. 

The mental image alone was enough to stoke the flames licking at my loins, and I could feel my impending orgasm growing stronger by the minute, especially in conjunction with the loud squelching sounds of his cock hitting me between his rough grunts. 

It was dirty and obscene, and I tried not to think about the fact that anybody could walk by, including Chan and Changbin, and hear just how good Jisung was fucking me. 

But it was worth the risk, and there was nothing that could ever bring me closer to Jisung, practically feeling him touching my cervix with how deep he was reaching. Like he was determined to split me in half, using just his cock and fingers to completely break me down. 

I moaned at the thought, eyes rolling back into my head when Jisung suddenly wrenched back and slammed forward with a powerful thrust, forcing my back to arch even further as he gripped tighter to my ass. In response, I reached back behind me to catch Jisung’s hand, digging my nails into his palm as I suddenly erupted around him. Experiencing wave after wave of unmitigated desire as he fulfilled my deepest urges, grinding his cock against my ass as he moaned and whined in response. 

He rode me through my high carefully, sliding his cock gingerly between my pulsating walls, still chasing his own pleasure while remaining mindful of my oversensitivity. But I wanted to feel him cum more than anything, and I told him as much with an exaggerated moan that sent his hips stuttering twice against mine before I felt his release. Something warm and sticky, even though it was hard to appreciate the sensation with a thin layer of latex keeping him from leaking.

Still, I winced when Jisung pulled out, tossing the used condom into the trash as I reached back down for my panties to pull them back into place before falling onto the couch with a sigh. “Fuck,” Jisung cursed, using shaky hands to readjust himself, stuffing his spent cock back into his boxers and jeans. 

“Come here,” I said, holding out my arms and inviting him closer into my embrace, nuzzling at the thin layer of sweat building at the base of his neck, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne.

“So good for me,” Jisung said, turning around so that our noses brushed. “Did you like it?”

I smiled, wondering if there would ever come a day when Jisung didn’t question just how amazing he made me feel. “I always love it,” I told him sincerely, reaching out to push a wayward strand of hair behind his ear before leaning in close to whisper a kiss against the pucker of his addictive lips.

[theobxhummingbird]

I BROUGHT YOU THE SEA- DREW STARKEY X READER

(GIF credits to owner)

Summary: A beach day after a long time of working hard on the set of Outer Banks, makes Y/N Y/L/N realize the love Drew Starkey has for her.

A/N: To all my Drew Starkey lovers, here’s your new cup of tea. Enjoy.

It was a tiring day after set; the blue, shiny water calling for them. Everything they took for the beach day, from beach towels to bags and sunscreens, were dropped on the heated sand. The Maddies were already in the water, followed by Chase and Rudy. JD was making sure he doesn't have his phone in the pocket of his swimming shorts, before getting in the water. Like Madlyn said: "Now or never". Their set day ended, wrapping the filming of "Outer Banks" and this was the last time they'd get to swim in the water for a while. Y/N came last, placing her belongings on a beach towel. She couldn't enjoy the water, because her sudden flu didn't let her. She sat on it; a sad and disappointed facial expression on her face, as she observed the fun they had, splashing each other with water and taking pictures. While everyone forgot about her flu and how she couldn't reach the sea, one person came to her with a hand full of seashells. -Here babe, I brought you the sea. -said Drew, sitting down on the beach towel. He poured them in her hands, Y/N looking at him in surprise. The joy built up in her body, brushing away the sadness of not having fun with her friends. She looked at the different shapes and colors, looking up at her beloved boyfriend and placing a kiss to his cheek; nuzzling their noses together. -I love them Drew. When'd you pick them up though, we just came? -I knew we were going to the beach, so came before we went on set and picked these up for you. -At four o'clock in the morning? -she looked up at him in shock. -It's when the water's crystal clear and brings many seashells to the sand, baby. -You didn't have to wake up that early. Wasted 2 hours of sleep before hard work for seashells. -Anything for you, miss princess. -he said, touching his nose to her and dropping her back on the towel. He placed a kiss to her lips, taking in the taste of her chapstick and scent of freshly applied sunscreen. Drew looked at her with adornment; his eyes following each of her facial features, as she smiled knowing what he's doing. -Not only are you sun-kissed right now, but also Drew-kissed. -I don't mind either of them. -she said, closing her eyes from the sunlight, even though her boyfriend blocked some of it by hovering over her. -Aren't you going to swim? -I'd rather be Y/N-kissed. -Drew, they've been calling you for a long time now and you didn't even notice. -Dude, -JD jogged over to them, -are you deaf or too much in love? We've been calling for you. -A little bit of both, but mostly the second one. -he said, getting up from his position and putting his sunglasses on. It all went perfectly, with his tanned and fit body and the black RayBan. He placed too many kisses on Y/N's face, before jogging over to the group. She brought up her knees, observing her boy as he laughed together with Rudy, goofing around the beach. Her look then glued to the towel, where a shell and a note inside it was sticking out the most. She unfolded it and revealed her well-known hand writing: "I wish I could give you my eyes, so you could see how stunning you are and how I'm so in love with you. Love you, stunner. -Drew" Her smile grew bigger and when she looked up, her heart skipped a few beats at the wet figure of her boyfriend, as his blonde strands of hair dried naturally, revealing the golden tints in them. -Oh my god, are those...Rudy Pankow and Drew Starkey? -said a girl to another, not to far away from Y/N's towel. She smiled; proud of how her boyfriend's career has been growing every day with the hard work he's been putting in it. -Okay, but like you have to pick one. -Hm...let's see. Rudy is cute and all, also very hot. But Drew, he's like the boyfriend that'll protect me, plus, I mean...look at his body----one hot guy, I swear. Who'd you pick? Y/N turned her look to them, the girls waiting for an answer. She was confused at first, not knowing if they're really asking her or just questioning her lonely presence at the beach. -I-uh... -She can have Chase Stokes. -He's dating Madlyn Cline, look how close they're are. -Oh, yeah. Whatever, she'll find someone, there's Austin and JD left, as well as Deion. Y/N was the set's photographer, so it wasn't strange that they didn't know her. And, the conversation continued, somehow the both of them involving her in it. -Why are you alone? -I'm not. -said Y/N, pointing to the group, -Those are my friends, we came to enjoy a beach day after set. -They're your friends? But, you're no famous, why are you hanging out with them? -I'm the set's photographer. Also, Drew's girlfriend. -Yeah yeah, of course, and I am married to the prince. -Okay then. -said Y/N letting out a short laugh, putting all the seashells in her beach bag. -Sorry to say this-----but-----why would Drew be with you? Like, I know it sounds rude of me, but you just------don't seem to fit each other well. You're pretty too, don't get me wrong, but he's something else. Sorry, please. -No, it's fine, thank you for your honesty. Just-----sometimes, people don't have to match physically. It's what we carry inside that matters. Excuse me, I'll go to the market for some water. Y/N took her bag and put on her sandals, making her way to the small market not too far away from the beach. She thought they were fans and hated when strangers start to talk about how couples don't fit each other. Just when she was about to walk out, the group was settled in their cars and ready to head back to the trailers and pack for home. Drew's face lit up at her view in front of the market, as she tried to tie her hair in a messy bun, struggling with her waves and curls. She stepped down and intertwined her hand with Drew's put out hand, him giving it a little kiss.

The car ride back was quiet and Drew was getting suspicious. She was supposed to put some music, dance and sing. Instead, her elbow's rested on the car window and her cheek deeply swallowed by her hand. The wind blew her stuck out hairs. He could tell something was wrong with her, so he tried asking her. -I hate being alone in the car. -he started. Her figure straightened up immediately. -You're not alone, I'm here. -Yeah babe, but you've been quiet for too long. Is there something wrong that you're not telling me? -Something happened at the beach and I've been trying to brush it away from my thoughts. I know I shouldn't care about it and even though I don't, it just keeps appearing in my head. -she sighed, -There were these two girls and at first I thought they were fans and was so happy that they recognized you, but then------ -What happened then, baby? -They drooled over you, literally. He laughed to himself, looking at the road. -Is there something funny? -You're too cute to be handled baby, and your tiny jealousy is as well. -They also said why would you ever date me and that we didn't fit together. -And what did you respond with? -That, what we carry inside matters the most. -And with a given on spot answer, you're still worrying about people you'll probably never see in your life again? Come on Y/N. -I'm sorry, but I still care. You're a known person and going out in public with someone like me, just----- When she was about to finish her sentence, Drew pulled over to the side of the road, -Going out in public with such a stunner? I don't see a problem here. -Stunner for you, bummer for others. -Isn't my opinion the only thing that matters to you right now? -It...is...but still... He gave her a deep kiss, tightening his grip on the side of her head. He then placed two kisses on each cheek, pinching her nose and starting the car, -No more worrying okay? I need my joyful baby back. -Okay, no more. -she said, peeling a chocolate bar and taking a bite of it. While they were at a red light, Drew leaned over and kissed the chocolate part at the corner of her top lip. -My messy baby. I love you. -I love you too. -she said, trying to hide her blushed cheeks and pecking Drew's lips.

[jj-iz-bae]

Don't tell me not to worry

Word count: 1722 words

Requested by @sunwardsss : Can you do comfort 38 and 43 for Chase please? 38: “I’m in the hospital.”43: “You don’t have to sleep here just because I got admitted.”

Pairings: Chase Stokes x Reader; Chase Stokes x Rudy Pankow; Rudy Pankow x platonic!reader

Warnings: Hospitals,seizures,Fluff,bad spelling and grammar

Note from author: so this is actually based on a seizure episode I had. It only happend one time and was caused by strep throat which triggered a reaction in the auto immune disorder (the disorder basically is that instead of my immune system attacking the virus or illness, my immune system attacks my brain causing all sorts of weird things to happen. When I was younger only strep throat triggered a "flare" of increased symptoms ie ocd,anxiety,age regression,mood swings,foggy brain and other things. Sadly the disorder has developed so that I flare with any illness, not just strep) ANYWAYS 😂 I hope you enjoy this Fluff with a tiny pinch of angst. Just a tiny bit if you squint. Ace is my nickname for Chase and I've used it in other blurbs. I just think it's cute. Kinda like how I call Rudy Panky🙃

Chase was wrapping up a day on set, shoving all his belongings into a backpack. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his keys ,leaving his casting trailer when his phone started ringing. He just realized he hadn’t heard from you all day. Seeing your name flash across the screen, he stopped in his tracks and answered. “Hey baby girl! I haven’t heard from you all day!” Chase exclaimed as he started to kick a rock around with his foot. “Sorry Ace. Please don’t freak out.I’m totally fine now but I'm in the hospital.” you explained slowly. Chase’s eyes grew large as he starred jogging to his car. "Don't tell me not to worry baby! Where are you? What happened?" Chase asked as he reached his car and fumbled with the keys, trying to move quickly in his panicked state. He swore under his breath as he dropped his keys and put you on speaker phone while he picked up his keys. You heard the rustling on the other end of the phone and grew nervous. "Chase! Babe are you OK? Calm down I promise I'm OK!" Rudy just so happened to be walking to his car when he heard your voice and saw Chase cursing at his car keys. "Hey dude! What's going on? You OK?" Rudy asked as he walked over to Chase. "Rudy! Y/n's in the hospital and I need to...I just can't.." Chase stuttered. Rudy grabbed the keys out of his hands. "I'll drive. You just talk to her." Rudy threw his stuff in the back of Chase's car as he hopped into the drivers seat and Chase ran around to the passenger seat. "OK sorry babe. Rudy is driving cause you're freaking me out. What happened?" Chase asked, running his hand through his wavy hair as Rudy pulled out of the set parking lot. "Thanks for taking care of him Rudy! I swear I'm fine! I'm at St. Marcus hospital. I think it's pretty close to town." Rudy picked up his phone and pulled up directions on his GPS before placing his phone in the cup holder so he could see the map. "No problem hun! Now tell us what happened before Chase pulls his hair out." Rudy answered ."Yeah you're scaring the shit out of me,Baby girl." Chase let out a breathy giggle.

"OK. Well I had my mom over and we were just hanging out watching TV and everything went black. Everything sounded echoey and I tried to open my eyes but it was like i had no control. I started convulsing and got sick. Mom called an ambulance and they brought me to the ER. The Er sent me here so I've been in the ambulance twice today!" You sighs. Chase nervously picked at his lips. "So what does that mean? Like did they run any tests yet?" Chase asked as Rudy broke a few traffic laws to get him to you quicker. "They have me hooked up to all these monitors and I'm going for an MRI tomorrow. The doctor said I most likely had a seizure." You explained as you looked at all the wires and iv lines covering your body. Chase let out a breathe that he didn't know he was holding. "OK baby. We will figure this out! Rudy, how far away are we?" Chase looked over at the blonde with red eyes, on the verge of tears. "It's right up here on the left." Rudy mumbled as he leaned over the steering wheel to make sure it was clear to turn. "OK babe. We just pulled into the parking lot. Where do I go?" Chase asked as he unbuckled his seat belt. "I'm on the 7th floor room 54." You said yawning. Rudy pulled up to the main entrance and stopped the car. "Go ahead man. I'll park the car and meet you up there." Rudy explained as Chase gave him a quick hug and jumped out of the car and jogged to the entrance. "OK I'm getting in the elevator now. Ill see you in 2 seconds OK? I'll be right there!" Chase babbled on as he put the phone up to his ear, taking it off speaker. "So how was work?" You asked trying to distract him a little. "Y/n as much as I wanna tell you about my day, I can't remember shit right now." Chase smirked as you hummed in response.

The elevator dinged and Chase got off the elevator and walked up to the nurses station. He put his phone on his shoulder so he wouldn't look rude for not giving the nurse his full attention. "Hello miss! My girlfriend is here somewhere. Room 54. Her name is y/f/n y/l/n. I can give you her birthday if you want to verify I'm not some weirdo." Chase said talking a mile a minute. The nurse just smiled and got up from her desk. "You must be Chase! She told us you were coming! Said you'd be the tall surfer guy with the chocolate brown eyes. Follow me." The nurse smiled before walking down the hall with Chase on her heels. She got to a door and knocked lightly before opening it. "Hey y/n! Surfer boy is here!" The nurse giggled as Chase walked through the door and the nurse closed it behind him. You were laying in the hospital bed with leads attached to your chest and stomach. You also had an iv in her arm and a couple stickers with wires on her head. Upon seeing Chase, you total lost all your composure and started sobbing. Chase rushed over to your side and gently hugged you close. "It's OK baby. I'm here. I've got you." Chase cooed as tears started to run down his face. You scooted over on the bed making room for Chase to lay down. He carefully made sure all the leads were out of the way and nothing was being pulled before tucking you into his chest. " It was so scary! I didn't know what was happening or why." You sniffed as you snuggled into his chest. "Shhhh. It's OK now. It's over. You're here now ad we will figure out what happened and why. Just relax baby." Chase cooed as he rubbed your back. A soft knock made you jump in your sleepy state. Chase said come in before kissing the top of your head, noticing the jolt of your body at the sudden noise. Rudy entered the room with Chase's backpack on his shoulder. "Hey y/n. How you feeling, sweetheart?" Rudy asked in a soft voice as he crouches down next to the bed. "I'm exhausted and confused as to what happened but I feel ok. Thank you for making sure Ace got here OK. I really appreciate it." You said while reaching out to grab Rudy's hand. "No problem at all! JD is coming to pick me up so Chase's car is here." Rudy explained before putting Chase's backpack down. "I thought you might want your bag." Rudy nods to Chase as he stands up. "Thanks man. I owe you one." Chase bumped his fist to Rudy's. "No you don't! You would have done the same for me. You rest up OK y/n? Don't let this guys puppy energy keep you up." Rudy said pointing between the two of you, which made you let out a small chuckle. "He smells like the ocean and is warm. I think I'll have no trouble falling asleep." You mumbles as you snuggles into Chase's chest again. Chase smirks ,holding you close. Rudy's phone dings and he waves good bye so he doesn't disturb the half asleep girl on Chase's chest.

You awoke from your nap to Chase still at your side. You smile up at him. "Sorry I fell asleep on you. You didn't have to stay." Chase opened his eyes lazily, drawing shapes on your arm with his finger. "No way am I leaving you baby. But since you're awake now. I really need to pee." Chase chuckled as he slowly scooted off the bed and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the room. You turned on the TV and sat up a little, looking at the screens and wires all around you. Chase came out of the bathroom, tossing a paper towel into the trash bin, before grabbing his bag from next to the bed. He pulled out his charger and plugged your phone in before putting it down on the table next to you.As he placed the bag down and sat next to you on the bed, a nurse knocked and entered the room. "Hey you two! I have extra sheets and blankets for you! This chair fold out into a lounger so you both don't have to smush together all night." The nurse explained as she sat the extra blankets and linen on the chair. "Thank you so much!" Chase beamed as the nurse came over to your bed side to check all your vitals. "Is there anything I should look for overnight?" Chase asked the nurse."Well if she has any convulsions or gets sick, press this call button." The nurse said pointing to the red button on the wall. "Other than that, if anything has you worried press the button and we will come make sure everything is OK." The nurse smiled as she finished getting your blood pressure and typed the vitals into her laptop before leaving the room. Chase got up from his seat on the bed and opened up the lounger chair, putting on the different sheets ad blankets. "You know, you don't have to sleep here just because I was admitted." You smile watching his basically throw blankets round until he was satisfied. He came and laid down next to you again before pecking your lips. "I told you ,baby. I'm here with you for everything. We'll figure this out together." Chase cooed as he pulled you closer and watched SpongeBob with you on his chest, running his ringers through your hair. "I love you, Ace." You said before kissing his hand. "I love you more,Baby girl."

*photo cred to pintrest*

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[andy-15-07]

Weathering the Storm

masterlist ! pairing: Chase Stokes x reader

SUMMARY : Y/n and chase are dating. But she gets alot of hate from Chase's fans, which he doesn't know about. Eventually chase finds out and comforts y/n and confronts his fans.

The sun was setting as Y/n scrolled through her social media, a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling within her. She had been dating Chase Stokes for a few months now, and while their relationship was blissful in many ways, there was an undeniable dark cloud looming over her. The comments section of her posts was flooded with hateful messages from Chase's fans.

"Chase deserves better."

"Why is she even with him?"

"She's not good enough for him."

Y/n couldn't escape the negativity, and it was beginning to take a toll on her self-esteem. She hadn't told Chase about the hate she was receiving, not wanting to burden him with the negativity that surrounded their relationship. But as the comments continued to pile up, she couldn't keep it from him any longer.

One evening, after a particularly harsh comment left her feeling defeated, Y/n decided it was time to talk to Chase. She invited him over to her place, her heart pounding as she waited for him to arrive.

When Chase walked through the door, he was met with a forced smile from Y/n. "Hey, babe," he greeted, leaning in for a quick kiss. "How was your day?"

Y/n sighed, a heavy weight on her chest. "Chase, we need to talk."

Concern flickered in his eyes as he took a seat beside her. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

Y/n hesitated before finally deciding to open up. "I've been getting a lot of hate online, Chase. And it's not just general hate—it's about us."

Chase furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do you mean? Why would anyone hate on us?"

She handed him her phone, displaying the cruel comments that had been flooding her social media accounts. Chase's eyes widened as he read through the hurtful words aimed at Y/n. Anger began to well up in him, but he took a deep breath before speaking.

"I had no idea this was happening, Y/n. I'm so sorry you've been dealing with this alone." He pulled her into a comforting hug. "It's not your fault, and you're definitely not alone now. We'll get through this together."

Y/n felt a sense of relief wash over her as Chase held her close. For the first time, she didn't feel alone in the face of the online hate. Chase, on the other hand, was determined to put an end to the negativity surrounding their relationship.

The next day, he posted a heartfelt message on his social media platforms, addressing the hate directed towards Y/n. "I never thought I'd have to do this, but it's important to address the toxic comments some of you have been leaving about my girlfriend, Y/n," he began.

He continued, "Y/n is an incredible person who brings so much joy and positivity into my life. No one deserves the hate she's been receiving, and it's disheartening to see some of my own fans perpetuating negativity. If you're a true fan, support means supporting not only me but also the people I care about."

Chase's post garnered an overwhelming amount of support, with fans and followers alike condemning the hate and expressing their love for Y/n. Chase's decision to confront the issue head-on brought a newfound strength to their relationship.

Over the following weeks, the negativity began to subside, and Y/n felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. Chase's fans slowly started to embrace their relationship, realizing that their happiness was what truly mattered to their favorite actor.

As they navigated the challenges of fame and online scrutiny, Y/n and Chase grew even closer. Their love proved to be stronger than any hate that could be thrown their way, and together, they faced the world hand in hand, unapologetically in love.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Master list- 10

Rules & Fandom

They still give reruns of The Young... -  Male Reader x Sif x Natasha Romanoff

headcannon for being Natasha’s tall girlfriend - 

The night is good to kill Nazis -  Black Widow x Male Reader x Silver Sable (SMUT)

Chasing the stars became boring... -   Platonic Male Reader x Natasha Romanov

Let me drink my coffee in the graveyard-  Natasha Romanoff x Reader

I found my destiny on the sand at the beach -  Young Justice x Teen Reader x Avengers

Breathe, pilot inspector-  Reader x Bat Family

Neptune-  Male Reader Wayne x Talia Al Ghul (SMUT)

I don’t want to watch Back to the Future-  Billy Bennett x Male Reader

The milk finished, diablo -  Chase Stein x Male Reader

I have the Godfather on VHS-  Nick Stokes x Male Reader

NSFW; Having sex with Nick Stokes would include…

Stay on the line for a brief survey-  Arthur Curry x Male Reader Curry

Storming the castle but not ready -  Rey x Male Reader x Vi Moradi

New hire, unknown feelings -  Hiram Lodge x Male Reader

Shake the snow globe but don’t break it -  Archie Andrews x Male Reader (SMUT)

Don’t tell them you invited math -  Bobby Drake x Male Reader

Being the Charmed one’s brother and dating Cole Turner would include…

[adventuresinobx]

The Bronco

Chase Stokes x fem!reader

Summary: Chase has got a new car but the pair of you haven’t christened it yet, until now.

A/N: How can you not see Chase in his Bronco and think like this? 👀👀

Warnings: Smut but not going all the way, semi-public, fingering, you know the drill x

Ever since you’d known Chase, he’d always loved the idea of getting a Bronco.

Cars were important to him, and he’d waxed lyrical for years about his dream car.

So when fame eventually found him, he’d decided to bite the bullet and finally secure the car of his dreams.

He’d taken the delivery a few weeks ago now and had called / FaceTimed you every day from his car saying how cool it is.

He’d showed you all the fun features and everything else on offer with it, including the way the “roof” could be removed on a hot day to let the sun soak in.

“I love it babe,” you said, for what felt like the 2000th day in a row. “Me too,” he replied through the phone, his excitement still as much as it was the first day he saw the car in the flesh.

“You’ll get to see it in person tomorrow,” he said excitedly, giving you *another* 360 degree sweep of the car with his phone.

“See you tomorrow,” you replied, a smile on your face as you blew him a kiss before ending the phone and carrying on with your day.

Just a few hours left before you could catch your plane and get to your boyfriend’s side.

***

“Babe,” Chase shouted as he jumped out of his car and waved at you. He had come to pick you up from the airport - like every good boyfriend did - and of course, he was there in the Bronco.

“Hey,” you said back, dragging your bag across the car park before he quickly ran over and took it off you.

He loaded it into the back of the car and quickly ran round to the passenger door and let you in.

“Get in then,” he said excitedly, holding your hand as you stepped onto the platform to help you with the ridiculous height of the car.

He shut the door, before leaning in through the window to give you a kiss.

“So good to see you love,” he told you as he kissed your lips again gently and made his way to the driver’s side.

He climbed in and got comfy, turning his head to look at you and flash you a big goofy smile that you’d come to really love.

“Oh hey,” he said, seeing you smiling back at him.

He put the car into drive and then resumed his usual driving position, his hand on your thigh, as he sped off towards his - and what really was yours too - house.

You loved the feeling of the wind through your hair that the Bronco gave.

It was perfect for the hot summer days in Charleston and you enjoyed the feeling of the cool breeze hitting your skin as you headed towards home.

“Missed you,” Chase mumbled quietly, the music he had on being drowned out by the sound of the wind.

“Missed you too,” you replied, putting your hand on top of his reassuringly for a moment.

He switched it up so his hand was now on top of yours as he squeezed it reassuringly.

It was cute and it melted you when he was this affectionate.

Now his hand was on top, he managed to scoot yours away so he could put his hand on your bare skin again.

As he continued driving down the road, his eyes never left the car in front of him but his hand was moving slowly towards your inner thigh.

You were well used to this being Chase’s girlfriend, but maybe it was being in a new car you’d never done this in that made your heart race in your chest.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, already knowing the answer.

“Missed you,” he repeated, a devilish tone in his voice as his hand continued to move slowly to where you wanted him most.

“This ok?” he asked as his fingers played with the ripped material of your denim shorts.

You nodded, giving him your consent as his hand moved to the button of your shorts and he carefully undid them.

“Chase,” you breathed out, your hand moving to his and he paused for a second.

You nodded again, telling him to continue as his hand disappeared between the material of your jeans and your underwear whilst his other hand gripped hard on the steering wheel.

“God babe you’re so wet for me,” he growled, his voice quiet as he moved his fingers over your folds and explored what he’d missed so much.

“I know,” you replied out, “I can’t help it when I’m around you.”

He grunted, his knuckles going white on his other hand as he gripped the wheel.

“So hot babe, open your legs for me.”

You did as he asked, spreading your thighs so he could have better access.

His fingers disappeared into you, one by one until there were three fingers inside you.

“Fuck Chase,” you said, grabbing onto his thigh with your hand as you tried to ride his fingers best you could.

You’d missed this. You’d missed him.

He was careful, gentle with his fingers but he still kept going at this wondrous pace that had you seeing stars.

You gripped onto his thigh, holding on for dear life as he moved his fingers in and out of you.

“How does it feel baby?” he asked, his words coaxing a moan out of you.

He loved how loud you were, but he needed more of that right now.

“So fucking good,” you said through breaths, feeling that high coming closer and closer and causing you to clamp your legs together.

He took the opportunity of being at a red light to use his other hand to palm himself through his shorts.

A bulge had formed there and you were excited for that to become your problem as soon as you got home.

“Let me help Chase,” you said soothingly to him as you reached over to touch him whilst you rocked your hips and helped his fingers go even deeper inside you.

“Please,” he almost begged as your hand moved slowly over his shorts. His breath hitched in his throat and his grip on the steering wheel was even stronger now.

He could feel you chasing your high as your movements over his shorts got even more erratic and messy.

You started tensing around him as he moved his thumb to your clit and used it to draw circles over you again and again until you came undone.

“Fuck baby,” he said, grinning widely as you screamed out one last time and a string of moans of his name fell from your lips.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he turned his head to the side and stole a few looks of your content face.

Thank God it was country roads on the way back to his!

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May the best man win (Jonathan Daviss x reader)

Requested by anon // Summary: You’re Chase’s friend and get introduced to the other cast members. You catch the eyes of Jonathan Daviss and Rudy Pankow, oh who will you choose?? 

A/N: Hi y’all! First, JD x reader. Anon who requested this said I could pick between Rudy or JD and well since I hadn’t wrote a JD fic yet, I chose him:) I hope you all enjoy and thank you for the request, anon!! xx

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“She’s cool. I think you guys will like her.” Chase states as he walks up toward his apartment, Rudy and JD following. You, Chase’s best friend, would be waiting inside the apartment. You’d arrived yesterday to spend a week with Chase.

“So, is she available to date?” Rudy asked, which earned a hard look from Chase.

“No. I mean, yes she’s single, but she’s my best friend. Remember that.” Chase points out as he opens the door to his apartment, instantly calling out to you.

“In the kitchen!” You answered.

“okay… that smells good.” JD comments, “She cooks too?” JD groans.

“You’re killing us, Stokes.” Rudy says following the two boys into the kitchen. JD and Rudy are careful not to let their jaws hit the ground as soon as they see you. You stood at the stove in a long t shirt, shorts underneath and fuzzy socks on your feet. The music was blasting in the kitchen. You turned around and blushed at the two boys staring back, “Uh.. sorry I didn’t know you were having company over tonight.” You say to Chase, quickly pausing the music.

“I figured they could join in our little game of Mario cart?” Chase takes a spoon to test the sauce you’d prepared, giving you the okay sign with his fingers, “perfect.”

“Course not.” You smile at the boys, “I cooked plenty. I just hope you boys don’t mind getting your asses beat in Mario cart?”

JD and Rudy shook their heads, “I will not mind losing to beautiful girl like you.” Rudy smiles, holding his hand out to you, “Rudy-”

“Rudy Pankow, I know who you guys are.” You shake Rudy’s hand and then JD holds his hand out to you, “And Jonathan Daviss..” You can’t help but blush at the small interaction with JD.

“It’s nice to meet you,” JD smiles, still shaking your hand.

Chase clears his throat, interrupting the moment, “Okay!” He claps his hands, “How about we eat and then kick some ass in Mario cart?”

~

You’d gone to the kitchen to grab more beers for everyone and the boys took this time to talk about you.

“I like her.” Rudy says.

“Me too.” JD looks at Rudy, “I mean… she’s like the perfect girl. She cooks, she plays video games and kicks ass at it, she has good taste in music and she is beautiful.”

Rudy raises an eyebrow at his friend, “Oh.. you like like her.”

JD gives a small smile and nods, “Yeah.. I do.”

“Well, this isn’t going to work out because I like like her too.” Rudy leans back on the couch, one arm over the top.

JD groans, “fuck the fact we like the same type of woman.”

Chase rolls his eyes at his two friends, “No fighting over her. Please? Don’t make me choose sides or make all this awkward.”

“We won’t.. May the best man win.” Rudy smirks, holding his hand out to JD, who gives a firm handshake, “May the best man win.”

You plopped back on the couch, between Chase and JD, handing the beers to the boys, “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing.” The boys quickly answer, “So should we start another game of Mario kart?” Chase cuts in.

~

It was after midnight and you’d left the game of Mario kart a couple hours ago. The boys had turned on another video game to play. You gave a yawn and leaned your head back on the couch.

As Chase and Rudy were preoccupied with the game in front of them, JD had noticed your tired self and grabbed the blanket nearest to him, laying it over you.

You opened one eye when you felt the blanket, “Thank you..” You pull the blanket closest to your chin, curling up.

He gives a smile, “Of course.. you know you don’t have to stay up with us. You can go to bed.”

You shrug, “I don’t mind. I like hanging out with you.”

“Well, here, let me move and you can lay down.” He says starting to stand, but you quickly decline, “No no, it’s okay. I promise JD I’m fine.”

“Sure? I mean I really don’t mind moving so you’re comfortable.”

You laugh softly and nod, “Yes, JD I’m fine.”

“What’s going on?” Rudy asks, his eyes still on the TV.

“It’s passed y/n’s bed time.” Chase jokes, nudging your knee with his.

You nod, “I like my sleep.”

JD grabs the pillow next to him and lays it in his lap, opening his arm for you, “Come on baby, lay down.”

You and JD look at each other, eyes wide. “I, uh, mean y/n.” JD clears his throat, looking at his friends, who have since abandoned the game.

“Baby?” Chase raises an eyebrow.

“kinda forward don’t you think, JD? You two just met.” Rudy motions between the two of you.

You wince, “No.. we didn’t just meet.”

“Uh, what?” Chase exclaims.

“We’ve been dating for 2 months now…” You look at JD and smile, reaching for his hand.

“But I just introduced you two.” Chase says.

“Hold up. You two are dating? Dude! Come on!” Rudy groans, “I thought my charm was working on her.”

JD and you laugh, “Sorry Rudy, JD’s charm worked first. I think you forget I’m also best friends with your girlfriend. Not just you.” You say matter of fact to Chase.

“Why did you guys tell anyone?” Rudy asks.

JD shrugs, “We weren’t sure about us yet and really it was only our business.” He places a soft kiss to your hand.

“Well, shit.” Rudy sighs, “got any other best friends I could try my luck with?” He directs the question to Chase.

“Nope! I’m his only best friend.” You smile and gently nudge Chase with your foot, “sorry Rudy.”

“it’s fine. It’s cool.”

“looks like the best man won.” JD smirks, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you to him. 

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[alilpunkrock]

Can you please write a Ryan Sitkowski smut where he and y/n have been in a serious relationship for awhile and have a huge fight that goes on for a couple of days.And end up having a angry fuck session all night and than next morning end with some more smut and forgiveness. God I am a whore for this man! Thanks luv.

(I had soooooo much fun with this one. I love when you request stuff!)

Three Rounds of Forgiveness

Ryan Sitkowski x reader

Warnings: smut (duh), oral (both), facefucking (both), unprotected sex

Enjoy!

I don’t know how much longer I can take hearing Ryan complain for the millionth time today. That may seem dramatic, but all he’s done since he woke you up this morning was bitch about everything that needs to be done around the house. I sunk further into the couch, lifting my feet onto the coffee table as I watched my boyfriend of 5 years pace in front of the tv debating on how to move the living room around.

Quarantine is really getting to him.

“Baby, I told you, the house if fine the way it is. We just redecorated, why do we need to change again?” I asked trying to remain calm.

“Y/N I told you! Everything feels off!” He threw his arms up. My eyes widened.

“Off? Please explain.” He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t expect you to understand...” he walked into the kitchen.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I got up to follow him.

He ignored me, sticking his head in the fridge. I grabbed his biceps pulling him to face me, irritation evident on his face.

“What?” He pulled his arm away from my touch.

“What was that dumb ass comment about?” I raised my voice.

“It wasn’t anything. Don’t be dramatic.” He shoulder bumped me walking away. I laughed out loud at his statement.

“I’m dramatic? I’m fucking dramatic? I’m not the one who’s been picking our home apart like I want to change everything! I get you’re bored, I am too!” I walked after him.

“You’ll never get it! I’m used to being away for months at a time, I don’t pay too much attention to the house! Now that I’m here 24/7 I’ve been through every room!” He yelled. I was so frustrated, I was almost in tears.

“Well I’m so sorry that our home from the last four years of our relationship doesn’t live up to your standards! I’ll tell you what, you’re taking the guest room tonight and you can move that room around all you want!” I moved to go up the stairs, this time Ryan stopped me.

“I’m not sleeping on the guest room!” Ryan’s grip bordered on painful. I leaned in close to his face before responding.

“Then find something else to take your mind off the house.”

Ryan’s lips crashed against mine, sucking the breath out of my lungs. I kissed him back just as hard, trying to dominate the kiss. He growled into my mouth and brought his free hand to the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly and pulling me away from his lips.

“Get on your knees.”

A shiver ran through my body and created a pool in my panties. Without hesitation, I sunk to the floor in front of him reaching for his zipper. He let me pull his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock, it fell perfectly in front of my face.

“No hands.” He ordered as I reached for the base of his cock.

I tried to hide my smirk before leaning forward and taking the head of his cock in my mouth. Ryan’s hands returned to my head pulling my hair into his right hand to guide more of himself into my mouth. When my nose was almost touching his pubic bone, he started to slowly trust his hips making his tip hit the back of my throat.

“That’s a good girl.” He moaned. His left hand rest on my cheek.

In any other situation this might be romantic, but soon after he held my head down as far as it could go on his cock, nose buried into the trimmed hair on on his lower stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut, not able to stop the tears that fell down my cheeks. When he pulled my head away, taking his cock completely out letting strings of saliva hang between us. I moaned as he yanked me up connecting out lips in a wet, messy kiss. Ryan pulled his pants back up and tossed me over his shoulder, bounding up the stairs.

I shrieked as I landed on our bed, almost forgetting how mad I was at him. He climbed over me, connecting his lips to the sweet spot on my neck not letting go until a dark purple bruise was left over. Ryan wasted no time undressing me until I was only left in my soaked panties.

“Ry, please!” I pushed my hips against his, feeling his still hard cock. His fingers teased the waist band of my panties drawing soft circles, but he wouldn’t slide his hand inside.

“What? Use your words, sweetheart.” I glared at the nickname. He only used it to be condescending.

“Fuck me, you ass.” I watched him try not to laugh, distracting me from his fingers finally touching me. Two of his fingers slid into me, curling perfectly into my g-spot.

His movements didn’t last long because soon my panties were off, leaving me completely naked while Ryan was still in his jeans and t shirt, and I was flipped onto my stomach. Ryan kept my legs between his and I could hear him undressing.

“Holy fuck!” I let out a long drawn out moan when Ryan wasted no time shoving him self into me balls deep. It was rare we didn’t use a condom for extra protection on top of my birth control, but everything was so much more intense without one.

“Yeah? Feel how deep I am inside you, baby?” His hand gripped my hips to the point of bruising as he barely pulled out before snapping his hips back into my ass. I tried to hold myself up but everything felt like jello. Ryan brought one hand around to my lower stomach and pressed down, feeling the faint shape of the head of his cock as he thrusted. “Take me so well, love. I can feel myself inside your belly.”

His dirty words were bringing me closer to my orgasm faster than I’ve ever came. Ryan could feel me getting tighter and tighter around him, making his hips falter slightly.

“You gonna cum? Huh? Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my cock, baby?” His thrusts were faster and relentless as he rubbed my clit getting me closer to finishing. I had no words, just small noises and panting I hoped he could understand.

“Ugghh.. fuck Y/N! I’m gonna cu- uhhhhhh!”

I felt Ryan spill everything inside me, still rubbing my clit, but he pulled away before I could cum with him. He pulled out of me and laid down on his back, eyes closed trying to catch his breath. That ball of fire turned from pleasure to anger as I watched his cock soften before I could get off on it. I don’t fucking think so. As soon as I could feel my legs again, I crawled over him straddling his chest. His eyes opened, surprised to see me in this position.

“Y/N-“ he started.

“No, don’t fucking say anything. You’re the selfish prick who got him off before his girlfriend so now, you’re going to eat my pussy until I cum. You’re gonna clean up the mess you made.” I ordered, lifting my hips off his chest so he could see his cum spill out of me and onto his creamy, white abdomen.

He went to flip me onto my back, letting out a groan of compliance, but I stopped him. Instead, I scooted my body towards his face until my pussy sat just above his lips. Ryan waisted no time pulling my hips down to meet his tongue. A moan ripped its way out of my throat at the feeling of his tongue being shoved inside me as far as his could go. Ryan really was cleaning himself out of me. His lips attached to my clit, sucking and pulling until I was trembling. I let out little “yes, baby”, “just like that”, “holy shit don’t stop!” The closer and closer I got to coming.

“Ryan, I’m coming!” I let my weight rest on his face as I gently rode his face, gripping his hair and the headboard in each hand. He let me get myself off on his tongue, helping my hips move. It wasn’t until he started humming into my pussy that I finally fell over the edge, completely stilling as my legs shook.

This time I fell onto my back next to him trying to catch my breath. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, wiping his mouth and trailing his other hand down to stroke his once again hard cock. I used my little strength to stop his hand.

“As soon as I catch my breath, we’re going for round two.” I told him.

But he didn’t wait for me to catch my breath, instead he rolled over on top of me giving me an almost sweet kiss. Just a peck that reminded me even though we were still fighting, he loved me. Ryan pulled away, spreading my legs on either side of his hips and continued to stoke himself against my clit, bumping the small bud every time, making me twitch because I’m still sensitive from my orgasm. Ryan moved his hand away from himself and settled both of his hands on either side of my head, grinding against my pussy. He dropped to his elbows, lips attaching to my throat and sucking more marks down on to my chest until his lips met my left nipple.

“Don’t be a tease,” I whimpered gripping his hair. “Make me scream.” I said so softly I didn’t even think he heard.

He gripped the base of his cock and slowly pushed himself inside me once again. The agonizing pace he set at first was driving me crazy, but the weight of him rested completely on my body preventing me from flipping us and riding him. Something snapped inside of him because soon, he rested up right on his knees, his hands had a death grip on my thighs, and his hips snapped against mine so hard I saw stars.

“I thought you wanted to scream, huh? Go ahead baby, let it out.” His cock brush against that spot inside of me and I couldn’t hold back my noises any more. The headboard hit the wall with every thrust and at this point I was pretty sure our neighbors could hear.

I felt like I wasn’t even on this planet anymore when I finally came for the second time. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my body shook. Ryan’s hip still brutally pounded into mine, chasing his orgasm. I didn’t even feel him cum until after he pulled out and used his fingers to push his release back into me. I opened my eyes to see his tattooed middle and ring finger in front of my mouth. I opened and let my tongue hang out, feeling the weight of him fingers resting there. I heard him groan as I closed my mouth around his fingers sucking the mixture of us off of them.

Ryan rested beside me again, facing me and pulling the sheets up over us. He was hard against my thigh again, but neither of us had the energy for a third round tonight. I fell asleep hard as I curled into his side with his arm wrapped around my body.

I woke up that next morning with kisses being trialed up and down my jaw and neck. I let out a sound so Ryan knew I was awake and was met with his chapped lips on mine. This kiss was different from the ones we shared last night, it was almost as if he was trying to apologize through the kiss.

“I was being stupid last night. You’re not dramatic, I’m just going stir crazy. I’m sorry, baby.” His kissed my cheek. I smiled and rolled on my side to face him.

“I’m sorry too, I know you miss work and are trying to stay busy. Also I don’t think you’re a selfish prick.” I giggled against his lips. He let out a breathy laugh and tried to roll back on top of me but I stopped him. I looked at me alarmed.

“I wanna ride you this time.” I whispered and pushed him on his back. His hands squeezed my hips, encouraging my movements.

I teased his cock by grinding my bare pussy against him and biting my lip as I watched his face twitch in pleasure. I finally grew tired of not feeling him inside me and drew my hips up to place his tip at my entrance. I loved the burn of his cock as it stretches me even after going two rounds last night. I had to let myself adjust to this position for a moment, Ryan’s thumbs rubbing circles onto my hip bones as he whispered for me to take my time.

“We got all day.” He joked. I let out a laugh, breath hitching as I finally moved my hips.

I rode him for a while, my hips drawing circles and my clit brushing against his pubic bone. But I grew tired and my thighs were sore. Ryan’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me to his chest. He kissed my temple as I rested my head between his neck and his shoulder. He planted his feet on the bed and took over for me. His hips snapped against mine as I tried to meet him halfway. This new position made me feel everything 10x more than before. Ryan’s cock felt so deep inside of me there was nothing I could do but let him have me.

“Fuck, are you close?” Ryan’s whispered in my ear. His hand moved to my ass, holding me down on his cock as he thrusted. All I could do was nod.

“Come with me baby, please. Yeah that’s it, good girl.” He praised as I lost control of my body, cumming around his cock harder than I ever have.

I felt his cock twitch inside of me, releasing all he had. I whispered praises in his ear of how good he felt and how full I was of him. Ryan kept himself inside of me for a while longer, making a comment about how warm I am.

“I love you so much, I’m sorry I’m a dick sometimes.” He apologized again.

“I love you too, Ry. I can be a dick too.” He chuckled and finally pulled out of me.

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