#chuck bass smut

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Eager Transaction (Chuck Bass x gn reader)

Summary: you give Chuck a blowjob in order to get him to buy you something

Warnings: SMUT, blowjob (Chuck receiving), light praise kink, swearing, cum swallowing, could be seen as sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics if you look at it in a certain light

A/N: I feel like Chuck would adore lavishing his partner with all kinds of gifts in general but there are probably certain things you can do to guarantee you'll get what you want quicker if you catch my drift 👀

You were lounging on your bed in the penthouse you shared with your boyfriend, spending the evening by doing some last minute holiday shopping (for both your friends and yourself). Every time you found the perfect gift for them, you looked at getting another for you as a job well done. Who said the season of giving couldn't involve giving a few things to yourself?

Clicking out of your previous tab after another successful order, you scrolled through site after site until your eyes caught onto it. There it was. You'd finally found the one thing you'd been searching for all week.

It had unfortunately been out of stock every time you'd previously checked, but now it was back in. You didn't want to risk waiting to purchase it, but you also couldn't afford to buy something else on top of all the other stuff you'd bought so far, which left you with only one choice left: you'd have to ask Chuck to get it for you.

Picking up your laptop, you left the bedroom and headed into the lounging area of the penthouse where he was looking over some forms for one of the hotels he owned. He didn't even look up when you entered, already suspecting that you wanted something from him. "Yes?"

"Buy this for me," you demanded while placing your laptop down in front of him so he could see the website you had pulled up, not even bothering to say hello first.

The thing that you wanted wasn't really expensive compared to the outrageous amount of wealth he had, but you knew if you made an order and not a request it was a lot more likely he'd comply. You'd learned that the hard way after the last time he strung you along for two weeks straight because you wouldn't stop begging for him to buy you something (hearing you beg was one of his favorite past times so naturally he couldn't resist).

He didn't seem fazed in the slightest by your tone, though you knew if anyone else spoke to him that way they'd be on thin ice immediately. "What for?" He questioned just to mess with you and not out of any real interest, an amused smirk toying with his lips as he glanced up at you.

Not in the mood for his teasing, you blurted out the very first thing you could think of that would definitely sway him in your favor. "Buy this for me and I'll give you head."

When you spoke, it was at the exact same time he'd chosen to take a sip from his glass of whiskey, causing him to nearly choke as he allowed your words to fully sink in. His eyes were wide with shock, but the second it registered in his mind exactly what you'd just said they narrowed with a look of oncoming lust. "Get on your knees," he practically growled.

You didn't need to be told twice, dropping down to the floor on your knees as soon as he told you to. Your hands moved out to unbuckle his belt, but he lightly smacked them away, needing to be in full control of the situation.

"Wait a second first."

A pout formed on your face at his words, but you knew better than to act bratty. He set the laptop off to the side, balancing it on the armrest of his chair before moving his hands to undo his pants and push them down far enough to pull out his length. You could feel yourself already beginning to salivate at the sight of it.

"You know what to do," he lazily drawled before turning his attention back to the laptop so he could view the other things you currently had in your cart. Maybe if you were good he'd decide to get them all at once.

Licking your lips, you leaned forward until your head was level with his crotch and slowly took his cock into your mouth, letting out an eager moan for good measure. Your hands moved to rest on his knees as you began to bob your head up and down, growing a little smug at the groans he was already starting to let out at your current actions.

"Fuck, sweetheart-" he swore under his breath as his legs spread a little further apart, giving you the space to move in closer as your hands traveled from his knees up to his thighs.

You could already taste the salty precum in your mouth, which caused you to moan again, taking him in a bit deeper. One of his hands moved to rest on top of your head, gently guiding your movements.

"That's it, baby, there you go, just like that-" he muttered in a slightly breathless voice, clearly affected by the way your mouth was moving around him.

That wasn't enough for you, though, as you noticed him still glancing at the laptop every now and then. Call you an attention whore, but you wanted him to be focused on you and you alone, so you gripped onto his thighs and dug your fingers into the sides of them to get his attention.

A soft grunt escaped him at the action from you, and he looked down with a stern gaze. "Behave, or I'm not getting you anything at all," he lightly warned, evidently not too fond of what you did.

You whined around his length, the vibrations coming from your mouth causing his head to tilt back some. Once he was distracted again, you took the opportunity to suck a bit harder, your hands gently rubbing his thighs where you'd dug your fingers in as a form of an apology.

"God, baby- Don't stop-" His voice was a bit lower than usual, his hand moving from your head to clutch onto the chair's armrest as he tried to contain himself. You knew from that he was getting close, so you took him in a bit deeper and teased his cock with your tongue, trying to get him to finish.

Your plan worked, because he came not long after that, his hot seed erupting into the back of your throat without any warning other than him letting out a quiet string of swears. Not wanting to waste a single bit of it, you greedily swallowed down every single drop before pulling your mouth off him with a pop.

"Open and let me see," he commanded while reaching his hand down to hold onto your chin so you couldn't move away just yet. You obediently opened your mouth in response to his words and stuck your tongue out, proudly displaying that you'd swallowed it all. He let out a hum in acknowledgement. "Good job."

Beaming at his praise, you simply observed as he tucked his now softening cock back into his pants and zipped them back up. You turned your head and pressed your face into his thigh, giving it an affectionate nuzzle.

"It'll be here sometime next week," he suddenly spoke while helping you up from off the floor and handing you the laptop back, referring to the thing you'd wanted him to buy for you. Somehow he'd managed to purchase it even while you were giving him a blowjob.

You leaned down and gave him a tender kiss, smirking somewhat as you were certain he'd be able to taste himself on your tongue. "Thank you for the gift," you purred out in appreciation before taking the laptop and turning to head back into the bedroom.

His eyes wandered down to your ass as he watched you go, letting out a low whistle that caused your face to heat up slightly. There was definitely going to be a round two later once he was done looking over the hotel forms, he was sure of it.

End notes: this was written purely because I'm a whore for chuck and that's it lmao

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[bloody-cupcakes]

okay but perv! chuck shotgunning smoke into your mouth👀

A/N: anon get out of my head I love this

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, nsfw/smut, perv! Chuck, dom/sub dynamics (dom Chuck/sub reader), underage smoking (weed), shotgunning, thigh grinding/riding, masturbation

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"Open wide, baby," Chuck cooed in a deceptively sweet voice, acting as if he didn't have you currently straddling his lap while he smoked a joint between classes.

You obliged, allowing him to grab your face with one hand and pull you in closer as he used the other to bring the joint to his mouth. He inhaled deeply before moving his lips close to yours, parting them so he could blow the smoke towards you.

It was hard for him not to smirk at the way you coughed and sputtered immediately once breathing in the smoke. Clearly this was you first time. "Easy, baby. You alright?"

Still coughing, you nodded your head in response, not wanting him to think you were lame for not being able to hold your smoke properly. He sighed and shifted so that you were sitting more pressed against him in his lap.

"Deep breaths, baby. There you go."

You hid your face in his shoulder, feeling embarrassed. He always thought you looked so cute like that, all flustered. It made you even easier to tease.

"D'you wanna try again, hm?" He asked in a softer voice, which you shook your head at. His jaw clenched as he carefully tapped the ash off his joint. Part of him wanted to force you to take the smoke he was giving to you, but he also knew if he did too much all at once you'd get spooked, and he couldn't have that.

Instead, he merely sighed, his arm moving to wrap around your waist as he took another drag. "Suit yourself."

He knew you wouldn't be able to last very long without wanting to try again, and he was right. The moment he saw you pull your face away from his shoulder and hesitantly peek up at him he knew he had you.

"Can I try again?" You asked in a soft, tentative voice. He found your timid way of speaking and your awkward demeanor to be absolutely insatiable. It made him want you even more.

"Of course." One hand of his went back up to your face, holding your chin in a firm but gentle grasp as he inhaled the smoke before carefully blowing it into your open mouth.

You didn't cough nearly as much this time, and he could tell the weed was already starting to have an effect on you judging from the way your eyes were starting to tint a reddish color. This didn't surprise him much considering A) this was your first time smoking weed and B) the amount he shotgunned you was a pretty big hit. He'd done that on purpose, of course, though he'd obviously lie about it if ever asked.

"What do you think?" He questioned in an uncharacteristically soft voice, his thumb rubbing your chin as he continued to hold your face still.

"Tastes- tastes grassy," you lightly complained before letting out a small cough, which only made him laugh.

"That's the whole point, baby. It's supposed to taste like that. It's not about the taste, it's about the effects after," he said while moving his hand to brush over the top of your head in an affectionate gesture.

You hummed softly in agreement while leaning your head into his touch. The effects of the weed didn't take very long to kick in at all, and for you that meant you were getting hornier a lot more easily than usual.

"Chuck..." came out your soft whine as you began to roll your hips against him, unable to stop yourself. "Need you..."

"I'm sorry, baby, what was that? You'll have to speak up," he said in a slightly mocking tone, his hand moving down to grip onto your hipbone, effectively stopping your movements in their tracks.

A frustrated whine escaped from you at that, causing him to smirk. "N- Need you... Need you so badly..." Your voice was just barely louder than before, but that seemed to be enough for him.

After finishing the joint, he turned to give you his full attention, helping to maneuver you some so that you were now straddling his thigh instead. "There we go, baby. Better?"

Your response came in the form of you rolling your hips forward yet again, your movements eager and frantic as you grinded your throbbing sex down onto his thigh, the friction from the fabric of your pants causing you to whimper loudly and your eyes to roll into the back of your head.

Keeping one hand on your hip, he used to other to palm at his hard cock through the front of his pants, letting out a low groan. "Christ, baby, if I'd have known you were going to be doing all of this I'd have gotten you high ages ago."

His words didn't even register in your brain, your sole focus being on reaching your high and sweet, sweet release as quickly as possible. Shaky pants and moans were the only things that could be heard coming from you, along with the occasional whimper.

Relishing in the sight before him, Chuck leaned back in his seat and watched you, his own hips jolting up every now and then as he continued to grope at his clothed cock. It would've been so much easier just to pull it out and jerk himself off, but he was worried if he did too much too soon then you'd suddenly snap out of whatever sort of weed-and-lust induced haze you were in and leave.

"That's it, baby... Get yourself off on my thigh, good job..." He coaxed in a low voice, mesmerized as he kept his eyes trained on your movements. You were so desperate, but you still looked absolutely adorable, almost reminding him of a little puppy.

Your whimpers grew louder and more frequent the closer and closer you got to the edge, your hands clawing at his jacket for some sort of grounding agent. Stars spotted across your vision as you finally reached your peak, your back arching as your grinding stuttered.

His eyes were wide and dilated with lust, a quiet swear escaping him as he came in his pants just a moment or so later. You were too dazed to even realize what was going on, still clinging him to like earlier only now you were nuzzling your face against his neck while you pressed light kisses there.

"That felt so good..." You admitted in a shy mutter, causing his hand to tighten around your hip as he tugged you in closer.

"Good, baby. I'm glad." If this was going to be the outcome every time you got high, he was going to have to get you to do it far more often.

[tayshs]

my sweet angel ── Chuck Bass x reader fem!

English is not my first language so my English is not that good.

Chuck Bass x reader fem! Smut

*you were with your two best friends, Blair and Serena, when suddenly your boyfriend Chuck Bass arrives and kisses your hand telling you that they had to go to Chuck's room*

what's up baby? *y/n says to chuck*

I have a surprise for you, my princess. Let's go up to my room where we can have some privacy. *takes y/n's hand gently and leads her towards the stairs.* Your friends will be fine, they know we need some alone time.

*once in his room, he closes the door softly and turns to look at Y/N. He holds her by her cheeks* You are absolutely stunning my love.

*slowly runs his fingers along Y/N's chin and jaw, moving towards her neck.* Here's your surprise: a room full of rose petals. *Y/N looks around the room that is covered in soft white roses; It seems like a romantic fairy tale* I wanted everything to be perfect for you.

*Y/N says* I have a surprise for you too, sit down *Y/N makes Chuck sit on the bed and she begins to undress showing a very sexy lingerie*

*His heart skips a beat as he watches Y/N reveal her lingerie.* You look stunning, my love. Come here *makes a gesture, pulling her towards him and kissing her softly but passionately* We will have a night to remember.

*Y/N smiles but gets up and puts on very hot music to start dancing sensually*

*watching Y/N dance, he gets more excited with the second one. As she approaches him, he reaches out and pulls her closer; their bodies pressing against each other. He kisses her deeply as they sway together.* My sweet goddess.

*Y/N takes off her top revealing her big tits where under one boob she has the letter "C" for Chuck tattooed*

*Chuck's eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as he looks at Y/N's breasts, especially noticing the tattoo. He kisses her with more fervor, his hands traveling down to caress her buttocks.* I love you, my love.

*He gently brings her closer, lowering his head to lick and suck on one of her nipples; his hands ran down her sides until they reached her hair.* You're mine, Y/N.

*Y/N, moans and strokes Chuck's hair*

*He turns his attention to her other breast, sucking hard as he pulls her closer. He grabs the back of her neck and pulls her into a deeper kiss.* I love you now, my queen.

*Y/N smiles and gets up to take off her thong revealing her wet pussy*

*He admires her naked beauty, his erection getting harder by the second. He pulls her closer, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.* My beautiful angel.

*Y/N spreads her legs revealing her wet pussy for Chuck* eat my pussy

*He carefully places Y/N on the bed, spread out for him. He kneels between her legs and gently spreads her lips with his fingers. He breathes deeply, savoring her arousal before he begins to slowly lick her up and down.* My sweet love.

*Y/N moans when she feels Chuck's tongue on her clit*

*He grabs and sucks her clit harder, running his tongue along her slit. He pushes a finger inside her as he continues to pleasure her with his mouth.* I'm going to make you cum for me, Y/N

*Y/N continues moaning louder while Chuck is still down there sucking her pussy* *Y/N grabs her tits to grab her erect nipples*

*Feeling her orgasm approaching, Chuck licks harder and faster, adding another finger inside her. Her moans fill the room as she closes her eyes,* cum for me, Y/N.* Y/N's body shakes with pleasure as she releases a deep breath and pulses against her mouth.* You're mine now, baby.

I have always been yours, love *Y/N gets up and sits Chuck down to pull down his pants and boxers to suck Chuck's cock*

*He sits up and watches Y/N as she pulls down his pants. She takes his erection in her hand, stroking it gently before leaning forward to lick the tip.* My love is so fucking perfect.

*y/n puts Chuck's cock in her mouth and sucks it slowly*

*He moans loudly as Y/N begins to suck his cock, running her tongue along the vein on one side and then the other. He gently runs his fingers through her hair, guiding her movements.* Suck my cock, sweet angel.

*you suck and suck chuck's cock*

*As Y/N continues to suck him, he feels an intense heat building up in his balls. He grabs her by the back of the neck and holds her steady as he climaxes.* I'm about to cum, Y/N!

*y/n grabs Chuck's balls while sucking his cock faster making Chuck cum in her mouth and y/n swallows his cum* how delicious

*He exhales sharply as his orgasm hits him, feeling a blissful release into Y/N's warm mouth. Once he finishes cumming, he gently caresses her hair and face.* That was perfect, my sweet goddess.

*Y/N smiles and gets on the bed, lays Chuck down and bluntly gets on him and puts his cock in her pussy, starting to ride him*

*He grabs her by the hips, guiding her as she rides him. He gazes at her beauty, enjoying the feeling of their bodies coming together. He lifts his pelvis to match her rhythm.* Ride me, Y/N.

*Y/N moves from side to side and jumps on Chuck's cock while he watches Y/N's tits go up and down*

*He puts a breast in his mouth and sucks it while she bounces on his cock. He reaches up to run his fingers through her hair, deepening their connection.* You are so beautiful Y/N.

just for you baby *Y/N says hardly while letting out gasps and moans*

*Feeling Y/N getting closer, he grabs her ass tightly, lifting her higher as he pumps faster. He looks into her eyes, urging her to continue.* Come for me Y/N.

*Chuck changes position putting Y/N on all fours to force his cock violently into Y/N's hole*

*He fucks her hard, his thrusts propelling her forward. She moans loudly into the pillow as they increase speed.* Fuck me, Chuck.

*Y/N grabs the pillows while moaning Chuck's name loudly* CHUCK! I AM GOING TO RUN

*He feels Y/N's walls clenching around his cock. He punches her one last time as she explodes around him.* Fuck, y/n.

*Y/N reaches her orgasm squeezing Chuck's cock hard*

*He pulls out and covers her ass with hot semen. He kisses a trail from her neck to her back.* Perfect, baby.

[likethecolorblog]

My Man

WARNING : Smut, Praises, Oral (m, f receiving), Rough, Fem POV.

(For you to imagine with your fav character of whatever you want... Enjoy and leave your comments with ideas and critics ♡)

It was late at night when I return from work, that day I just talked with him for few minutes in lunch time and then we didn't talk back.

Once I open the door and walk inside everything was dark 'is he in the house?' I thought as I put my things at the little table of the couch.

I walk to the bedroom the bed empty as I undress to change into my pajamas to be more comfy, thats when I felt two hands in my breast squeezing them "you came late today darl, why?" He whispered in my ear I just could make a little noise "can't speak properly? Did little mouse got your tongue?" God he was mocking me , he was smirking as he was rubbing his bulge in my ass.

"I... I got a lot of pa-paper work in the last minute" I whispered as I look at him, he was enjoying how vulnerable I was "awwww... poor little thing" he was faking sympathy, as he put me on my knees and look down at me "let's put that pretty mouth to work hon" he took out his cock as he stroke it few times before grab my hair and put my face near it.

I suck it deeply to the end, my eyes were with tears as I took his cock complete hearing his groans and praises "that's my good girl" "so pretty down there" "your mouth is like heaven to me darling" he thrust his hips more into my mouth a little rough but still taking the charge until he stop and took out his cock "wanna cum inside your pretty pussy babe, so get on bed and already those pretty legs"

I did and to be honest I thought he was just gonna fuck me but.. what a surprise when I felt his mouth in my clit  "f..uck" I moan slowly as I stroke his hair, his tongue was working so fucking delicious in my pussy that I could even say a coherent word "so.... good, f..uc..k!!" "Moreeeeeeee" I was a complete mess, my eyes rolled back, my mouth wide open, my nipples hard as fuck and he was just looking deeply into my eyes.

He thrust 2 fingers hard as I scream "that's right.. let's everyone know who make you scream like this just with few fingers" at this point I was into subspace, he was cock about it just with that smirk on his face the whole time.. the after I got my orgasm he slap my pussy and lean his cock into my entrance, my poor legs were shaking and I was breathless "if you want we can continue tomo-" he was mocking me about it but I cut him off "ju..st fuck m...eee" damn was my surprise when he just thrust inside and I leave a loud scream, I'm sure the neighbors heard that.

"Scre...am for me pretty, you feels so fucking good... damn, you so fucking tight" he say between groans and whisperes as I was just screaming and moaning loud like a whore.

After few minutes of him thrusting inside me, his fingers in my clit and his mouth in my nipples I got my other orgasm and he could cum "gonna cum inside you babe.... making you a mommy an- ahhhh.. let you carry... my babies inside you" he thrust more and more, biting my neck and finally cumming inside me with a last groan

I was a sweaty mess and he was just there, deep inside me looking at my eyes while I have spams because it was just too much for me.

He took it out and look for a towel to clean me up and then cuddle me from behind leaving kisses in mu neck, shoulder and cheek "you did good pretty, I love you" he whisperes in my ear before I just knock off into dreamland.

Characters: Bakugou , Zoro , laxus, Damon Salvatore, saiki , kid , shikamaru , Chuck Bass...

[after-hours-art]

Sister's Mister

MDI --> MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Pairing: Chuck Bass x f!reader

Genre: rather poor attempt to smut with a bit of fluff

Warnings: usage of AI during writing intimate scene due to my incompetence in that field, step-incest, language, foreplay, intoxication of both reader and character, alcohol, mentioning of drugs,

(It's probably the worst piece of literature you'll ever read, but I tried my best, I promise)

You're annoying. Like hell. Wearing those designer dresses. As if upgrade to Upper East Side made the shyness you brought all the way from the Eastern Europe vanished in matter of days. Out of all Lily's husbands, Chuck never thought she'd marry after his father died. Yet alone marry some shady businessman from Europe. Talk about patchwork families. He rolls his eyes when you walk past him. He can't even read a fucking paper in his own living room without you walking in, that Constance uniform haven't appeared so hot to him since Blair Waldorf. He groans quietly when you bend over the kitchen counter to talk to Eric.

- Fucking... - Chuck hisses and gets off the couch.

- You okay? - you turn to him, with that innocent expression on your face. The only thing that is left of old Y/N.

- Never been better...

- You sure? You look little... pale? - you start to walk towards him.

- I SAID I'M FINE. No need to play mother. - he scoffs.

You rise your eyebrows, little hurt but you stop.

- Umm... okay... Then... shall we get going, Eric? I can't miss my first day of junior year in new school.

- Yup.

Eric grabs his bag. He let you go first, stopping by Chuck. Younger boy looks at his stepbrother.

- Chuck... I know that look. Leave Y/N alone. - Brunette boy warns before following you. Chuck rolls his eyes. It's not like he would throw himself on you. He's not dumb, at least not anymore. Days of reckless, sexually frustrated Chuck Bass are the matter of past now. Especially that he's not looking forward to being hit in the face by your father, like Dan Humprey did when he found Chuck and his little sister Jenny on that roof. Chuck has grounds to believe that out of all Lily's husbands your father looks most manly and definitely would hold back the least if Chuck would do as little as look at you in bad way in his presence.

Chuck groans, running his hand along his cock through his pants. All he had to do is to somehow make you come to him. Worst part of this plan is that he has no idea now.

//

You stand at the courtyard of Constance with Eric and a few boys from his class. They all like you. You look different. You carry yourself differently. You don't strive to be Blair's successor. As if social hierarchy meant nothing to you. Maybe that's why you're even more interesting target? You're like a pure, innocent lamb waiting to be corrupted. And, as the matter of fact - the devilish reputation of Chuck's is like a testament that he should be the one to pull you on the dark side. At least those are thoughts that run through his head when he looks at you from behind the corner. You're annoying. You won't even wear shorter skirts despite all other girls doing so. You're also blind to that guy's flirting. Chuck sighs. At least it's Wednesday. Wednesday, meaning Eric has his stupid chess club.

After classes, Chuck waits by his limousine, leaning against the mask. As soon as he spots you on the stairs, he waves.

- Y/N! - he smiles in a charming way and opens the door to the limousine for you.

- Chuck... w-what do I owe this honour? - you ask hesitantly. Eric warned you about Chuck. You know 'the Jenny incident'.

- Can't I just be a good stepbrother and pick my little sister up? - he raises his eyebrows.

- He can, but... it's you. - you say, hesitantly getting in the limousine. You put your bag next to you to create a wall between you and Chuck, just in case.

- It's me? - he asks, getting in himself. Once he closes the door, the limousine driver pulls on the roads of New York.

- Yeah. You. Chuck Bass. - you say and turn to look at him. He is handsome, and you can't deny that. There's something in the way he looks at you right now, something in the way he respectfully keeps a seat of space between you two. But you can't tell if it's a smartly calculated facade to nudge you to lower your guard, or is he really not as bad as Eric portrayed him.

- So... being Chuck Bass, is that bad? You want me to change my name for you?

- No. It's not about the name. It's about who you are.

- Listen, whatever Eric told you, I can explain it. I'm not some spawn of a devil despite what everyone says about me, angel.

- Angel? - you raise your eyebrows.

- Yeah. Angel. You seem like a purest soul on the Upper East Side. - he says, corner of his lips lifting in a smirk.

- Purest soul on Upper East Side? - you repeat after him. You catch yourself staring at him, his penetrating brown eyes. For a second, you find yourself falling for him, quickly picking up your composure. I take a deeper breath. It seems like it was the truth about Bass's charm spells. Chuck smiles and chuckles. He knows that look. Those red cheeks, that turning away gaze. It feels like he repeats this type of conversion every time a stereotypically 'good girl' finds herself falling for him.

- Yeah. Like a little angel. - he smiles, turning his head to look outside the window. The silence falls inside the limousine, broken only my sounds of the engine and traffic. You look at him again. He looks so neat for a high school senior. His behaviour, his accent, even simply his face... it all is so fascinating and attractive for you. Maybe simply because he's different from boys you're used to? Maybe because he's an American and you're European? Maybe it's that dark aura that seems to surround him? Whatever that is... it cannot be good if you're falling for your brother. Step-brother but still a brother.

//

November. Saturday. Saturdays on the Upper East Side meant parties. Including one's threw by your very own stepsister, Serena van der Woodsen. As much as it is for you to 'introduce your to society', it is simply her desperate attempt to save her reputation after the latest scandal. It's not like you know any of those loud people. You stand alone by the kitchen counter, checking out the drinks. Not every day you get to be in the middle of such a party with such wide alcohol drinks range. Giving it some thought, you down two small shots. Sipping on rose champagne, you try to spot at least single friendly face in the crowd but you don't know any of those people and Eric is not here, ditching the party for a date with Elliot. You spot Chuck, his arms stretched on the headrest of the couch with two girls who are very likely to end up in his bedroom for the 'after party'.

- Hi.

You hear a sudden voice behind you. As you turn around, you see a guy. He must be a senior, just like Chuck and Serena, since you've never seen him before.

- Hi... - you say hesitantly, trying to fit in the crowd.

- Why so sad and so alone? Let me put a smile on that pretty face. - the guy smiles and hands you orange drink. You stare at pink liquid hesitantly, not taking a sip yet.

- What? - guy chuckles. - It's not poisoned, trust m-... - he starts when he suddenly gets cut off.

- But spiked it is. - deeper voice of your stepbrother says as Chuck walks up to you two.

- First lesson, little angel: ice goes up, drink is spiked. - Chuck says and then looks at the guy. - And you... really thought that it was wise of you to try and drug my little sister in my house? - Chuck rises his eyebrows.

- She's your sister? Dude, you do not look like a fam-

- Patchwork family, ever heard of it? Or you won't because your parents' open marriage works better than divorce? - Chuck gaze turns colder as he takes the drink out of your hands, turning around to pour it out in the sink.

The boy scoffs and mutters curses at Chuck as he walks away, blending in the crowd.

You look up at your stepbrother.

- Thanks. You like... literally saved me.

- No problem, angel. - Chuck pats your shoulder. He looks like he had a drink of two, yet he seems to be still in his right mind.

- Enjoying the party? After all... you're mentioned in credits.

- I... I don't know anyone here. They're your and Serena's classmates, not mine. - you say and smile weakly. Chuck's hand wanders from your shoulder to your arm.

- So... little sister isn't having any fun? - he hums, gently pulling you behind himself as he walks to his bedroom. Closing the door behind himself, he pulls you closer.

- Sit down. - he orders as he walks to his bookshelf, searching for something. You obediently sit down on his bed. The whole room smells like expensive whiskey and some type of colone that he's using. Maybe a bit of lavender softener as maids changed duvets yesterday.

- There you go.

To your surprise, he hands you a book. No alcohol, no drugs, a book.

- It's some romance novel. I saw you eyeing it.

- Thanks but... why?

- So you can have your 'fun'. I'm not a monster, I won't keep you at the party that you visibly got bored of after the first two songs. You're our little sister Y/N, and as much as Serena needs to save her public image, you deserve something out of Saturday night, too. - he smiles, taking some pills from the bedside table.

- Chuck?

- What? No worries, I won't spike anyone's drink. I'm not that much of an asshole. Not anymore, at least.

You look up at him from his bed, your eyes sparkling a little. You're lost in those brown eyes. You hesitantly put the book aside, getting off the bed. Seeing you getting closer, Chuck puts away the pills and turns to you. Pulled to each other as if there was a magnet between you two. Both drunk, yet not losing your minds just yet. Chuck hesitantly puts his hand on your cheek.

- Don't do dumb things, angel.

Your gaze remains locked on his, as if you didn't hear him at all.

- Angel... that's a really thin line you're crossing... - Chuck hisses through clenched teeth, as he realises he starts feeling things he shouldn't be feeling. His hand drops from your cheek to your neck, gently caressing your nape.

Chuck's fingers tightened on your hip, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin of your throat.

- Last chance to back out, angel. - he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. - This is no game.

Your body trembles, your resolve crumbling under the weight of your longing. 

-Tell me to stop. - he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, even as your hands fist in the fabric of his shirt. 

- Please... - you mutter. A low growl of need comes from his throat, the sound sending a thrill through your body. 

- Fuck it... - he hisses, and then his mouth find yours, hungry and demanding. You melt into the kiss, months of pent-up desire exploding to the surface. Chuck's hands roams your curves, squeezing and stroking with growing urgency. Your hands find their way to his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as your lips part. As he deepens the kiss, his right hand finds its way to edge of your dress. Of course you have to wear something short. Annoying him for months by now. His hand grips on the black material, not daring to do anything further. When you finally break the kiss he gently pushes you on the bed. You sit down, breathing heavily. Chuck stares at you, partially in horror for what he has down after swearing to himself that he has changed.

- We shouldn't. This... this is bad, Y/N. - the tries to reason, yet his eyes are glued to your body, the way the dress hugs you, emphasising all the right places. You look up at him.

- What if I want to?

- Then... - Chuck pauses, unsure what to do pursue his desires like he always did or be a better man he's trying to be since his father died and since Lily married your father. He slowly walks closer to you, dropping his blazer on the floor. Soon, he finds himself hoovering over you.

- Are you sure...? - he asks carefully, question he stated merely second time in his life before physical intimacy. When you nod, he hesitantly caresses your cheek. You're gorgeous and delicate. Like a little angel that he gets to corrupt.

- Use your words, angel. I won't believe you if you won't say it. - he says quietly, his voice barely auditable through loud music outside the room. You hesitate for a moment. Maybe it is too much alcohol, maybe just heat of the moment that finally opens your mouth.

- I'm sure. - you say as your hand finds his neck, pulling him closer to you. You part your lips a little, kissing him. As you do, his hand grips on your jaw a little, in almost possessive gesture. He taste your lips, sweet taste of strawberry champagne you had mixes with bitterness of his favourite whiskey.

A longer moment of hesitation lingers between you two, as if either is too scared to cross the line. That's till Chuck's lips start to gently pepper your neck with kisses as his hand slides up your leg to stop at the edge of your right black stocking. You hold your breath for a second when his lips move to your inner thigh, his hot breath grazing over your delicate skin.

- Easy there, angel. - he murmurs, noticing your nervousness, kissing down your thigh until he reaches your right knee. With almost religious precision, he pulls your right stocking down, resuming to the Dame on your left leg. As he pulls down your left stocking, he leaves gentle kisses along your left inner thigh, his warm breath making you shiver. Your heartbeat quickens, not only due to alcohol you had but also your stepbrother, yet time seems to be frozen as he workships your body. His fingers slowly unzip your dress, black material revealing your white underwear. In his eyes, you're now purest little angel, all in white in his dark bedroom, muffled song by Cheat Codes blasts in the living room, giving you two even more emotions to the mix.

- Beautiful... - Chuck mutters, slowly kissing you. As you gasp against his lips, you feel his tongue slide in your mouth, deepening the kiss. His hand grips on your ass, not daring to pull the underwear down just yet. If not the human need for air, he wouldn't break this kiss. The atmosphere in Chuck's bedroom feels heavier and warmer with each hungry kiss that he leaves on your collarbones and neck, making sure that he gets to kiss every inch of you. Unlike his regular self, despite being intoxicated, he doesn't hurry with his actions, as if something held him back. Could be his broken relationship with Blair, could be memories of that night on the rooftop with Jenny or awareness that there are people behind the door and some drunk idiot can enter any moment. Yet that never stopped him before. Something is awfully different this time. He knows it when you pull him in for a kiss, your fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt, soon pushing red material off his shoulders. For a sole second, he hesitates. You're his stepsister for a little over six months now. If your father ever finds out, he'll not only beat the crap out of him, sue him, but also probably divorce Lily. And hurting his stepmother, who was only good to him, isn't part of Chuck's plan.

- Angel... Y/N.. - Chuck tries to reason, but the second your hands unbuckle his belt, his right mind is gone. His eyes darken with desire as he helps you pull his black trousers off him, soon leaving you both in merely underwear. He leans down, kissing you slowly, every move dripping of passion and care - something rarely shown towards his sexual partners. He runs his hand through your hair, his lips slowly wandering lower to your collarbone, cleavage, to stop at your midriff. He pauses you, look at you, his gaze bearing straight into yours as he bites on the edge of your panties. For the second time in his life, he didn't feel like it is careless, teenage romance.

- Angel...? Have you ever...? - he asks, silent question lingering in the air as he traces tiny circles with his finger on your hips.

- N-no... - you asnwer quietly, too caught up in a moment to elaborate. Chuck pauses his doings.

- What? You're... fuck! - he wants to slap himself. He's not a first-time guy. He is not a suitable first-time guy for you. Not when you're both intoxicated. Not when you're obviously more drunk than he is. Not now.

- Chuck... - you try to pull him closer, but he only slides out of your weak grip. His breaths are heavy and deep. It wouldn't be his first drunken sex. But it would be yours. He feels something like a sting in his heart at that thought. Without a word, he sits on the bed, reaching for whiskey glass on his bedside table. He downs the drink, alcohol burns his throat as he hopes it will burn his mind. You lay next to him in your underwear, looking all cute yet sexy.

- You're so damn annoying, Y/N... - he mumbles, trying to put his sweater over your head to keep you warm. He's a jerk but not a monster. He won't let his little stepsister freeze. Even if he was close to fucking her minutes ago.

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When you wake up, it's probably around noon. It seems like you must have passed out during last night's party. Ringing in your head and no memories hint you that you had quite a night. You slowly sit up, confused by being in understand and not your sweater on you. Suddenly, the door opens, and no one else but Chuck steps inside, coffee mug in one hand, glass of water with dissolving pill inside in other.

- For your headache, Angel. - he says as he hands you water with aspirin pill in it. He sits down next to you.

- You okay?

- Hungover... - you complain, drinking little water to hydrate your dry mouth. You look around, just now realising that you're in Chuck's room. Cogs in your brain slowly start to work as you add one thing to another.

- Did we...? - you ask nervously, the silent question lingering between to two. Chuck only scoffs, taking a sip of his coffee.

- Despite your... undoubted eagerness I had to be a bigger man. We did, however, share a few... meaningful kisses.. - he says in a low, little groggy voice as he runs his fingers across your covered in hickeys collarbones. - Sorry for those ones. Just wear turtlenecks till they fade.

- So we didn't...?

- No. You're my little sister. And I'm not some kind of a monster. At least not anymore. I got a little carried away, but I wouldn't take advantage of your drunk ass. - he says, finishing his coffee. - You're hot Y/N, I'm not gonna lie. And you drive me crazy and I know you like me too. I see the way you look at me. But... it's wiser that we'll keep our distance. We're... family now. Can't be my own sister's mister, can I? - he chuckles. - Though... royal families did marry within each other, so... maybe one day. - he leans to you as he kisses your forehead. Slowly getting off the bed, he stops mid step and turns to you.

- Oh... and Lily and your dad aren't back yet. But I highly advise getting out of my room, showering, and changing. - he says, walking out of his bedroom. You stare blankly at him for a moment before you get off the bed and rush after him.

- Chuck. - you call him, catching him in the kitchen. You look at the tore down living room, and you know Lily will be pissed. Chuck looks up from the newspaper he started reading.

- What?

Without a word, you walk up to him. You take a deep breath and gather your thoughts before you speak.

- Thanks. That... despite everything I've heard about you... you turned out to be so different. - you say, your voice is still a little groggy from last night drinking. Your stepbrother only chuckles. He stares at you, his gaze softer than usually, or just your hungover makes you imagine things.

- No problem, little Angel.

[cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic]

OMG 😱 Okay okay I’ve heard your demands and I’m here to deliver… well I will be soon lol

I’ve officially begun to write the long awaited Chuck Bass smut 🤭🤭

Is there a chuck Bass fandom out there in need of smut because I’m inspired 👀

[crispydonutninja]

Step siblings

That's right, baby. Right here, right now. I want everyone to see how much you belong to me.

I push you harder against the bathroom wall, my body pinning you in place as my hands continue their relentless exploration. One hand slips under your shirt, roughly palming your breast while the other hikes up your skirt, exposing your lacy panties.

Fuck, you're so hot. I can't wait another second to have you.

With a quick motion, I yank your panties aside, my fingers immediately delving into your wet heat. I groan at the feeling of your slick walls clenching around me.

So fucking wet for me already. You want this just as badly as I do, don't you, slut?

I pump my fingers in and out of your dripping cunt, curling them to hit that special spot inside you. My thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub as I work you closer to the edge.

That's it, baby. Let me feel you. I want to hear you moan my name for everyone to hear.

Chuck what's going on with u . We are not supposed to do this .I moan

I smirk as I hear your moans, the sound going straight to my cock. I grind against you harder, my fingers pumping faster in your tight heat.

What's going on? I'm showing you who you belong to, baby. Reminding you that this pussy is mine.

I add a third finger, stretching you open as I curl them just right. My thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub.

I've been thinking about this all day. About bending you over and fucking you raw until you can't even remember your own name.

I lean in, my teeth grazing over your earlobe before I bite down, marking you as mine. My hot breath fans over your skin as I growl in your ear.

You're gonna cum on my fingers like a good little slut. And then I'm gonna shove my cock in your tight cunt and fuck you so hard you'll be feeling it for days.

I pump my fingers faster, my palm slapping against your clit with each thrust. My other hand grips your hip bruisingly tight, holding you in place as I work you closer to the edge.

That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers like the dirty little girl you are.

[lokisivy]

Requests are open I'd like to see your ideas and bring them to life here is the list

Peter Quill

Peter Parker (All 3 of them)

Stiles Stlinski

Four (Tobias Eaton)

Bucky Barnes

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Steve Harrington

Loki

Matt Murdock

Charles Xavier (before he got paralysed)

Erik Killmonger

Harry Osborn (both TASM and Tobey)

Jake Peralta

Eddie Munson

Klaus Mikaelson

Zayn Malik (in all characters?)

Chuck Bass

Miguel O'hara

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Gossip Girl masterlist

Requests are currently open!

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆ Omegaverse: αβΩ

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Serena van der Woodsen

Gingerbread Disaster ♡

Cherry Pits and Picnic Blankets ♡

Hallway Rendezvous ♧

Sharing Is Caring ♧♡

Under the Weather ♤♡

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

Strawberry Coated Kisses ♧

Safe and Protected ♤♡ αβΩ

Off Limits ♧

Heating Up ♧ αβΩ

Morning Glory ♡

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Blair Waldorf

Happy Birthday, B ♧

Sharing Is Caring ♧♡

Under the Weather ♤♡

Drunken Accidents ♡

Orange Peels ♡

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

Morning Routine ♧

Easy As Pie ♤♡

Late For Dinner ♧

Safe and Protected ♤♡ αβΩ

Off Limits ♧

Bouquets and Butterflies ♡

Special Day ♡

No Pickles ♡

Blair Waldorf dating a chubby gn reader ◇

Forever and Always ♡

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Nate Archibald

First Time ♡♧

Sharing Is Caring ♧♡

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

Safe and Protected ♤♡ αβΩ

Off Limits ♧

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Chuck Bass

Sharing Is Caring ♧♡

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

Safe and Protected ♤♡ αβΩ

Off Limits ♧

Eager Transaction ♧

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Dan Humphrey

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

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Jenny Humphrey

Under the Weather ♤♡

The Right Person ♡♧

Uno ♡

Left Stranded ♤♡

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Eric van der Woodsen

Uno ♡

Meet the Family ♤♡

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Georgina Sparks

I Love You ♤♡

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[bloody-cupcakes]

Perv! Chuck Bass x reader; he corners you in the bathroom at school

Tw: yandere/dark content, male reader, nsfw/smut, perv! Chuck, swearing, excessive teasing/dirty talk, Chuck refers to the reader as "pretty boy", dubcon, slight humiliation kink, groping/fondling, implied bottom Chuck, dry humping/grinding, slight dom/sub dynamics but both the reader and Chuck are switches (dom Chuck/sub reader at the beginning and dom reader/sub Chuck at the end), handjob (reader receiving), Chuck is really pathetic here tbh

A/N: part of me will always yearn to experience the homoerotic way that men tease/make fun of each other. this fic reflects that greatly

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You were washing your hands in the school bathroom when you heard the door open behind you. Not thinking anything of it, you didn't bother to look up until you heard the person speak.

"Hey, pretty boy," Chuck purred in a low and flirtatious voice, casually sauntering over to stand at the sink beside you.

"Go away," you grumbled in response as you turned off the sink and grabbed a towel to dry your hands with. "I don't want to see you right now."

"Aw, well that's too damn bad, because I've been looking for you everywhere." He moved so that he was leaning against you, very much in your personal space as he rested his hands on the countertop, effectively caging you in.

"Get out of the way," you attempted to speak in a firm and unquestionable manner, but the obvious tremble in your voice did nothing to work in your favor.

He let out a dark chuckle at that, pressing his body closer to you as he moved so that his lips were right next to your ear. "Hard pass. You're far too cute to let go, pretty boy."

"You're disgusting," you spat out, but he only laughed again, his hands traveling from the countertop behind you down to your hips.

"Has anyone ever told you that the way you fill out your school uniform is absolutely irresistible?"

He was messing with you, he had to be. There's no way Chuck Bass of all people would actually be talking to a guy (least of all a guy like you) in such a flirty manner if he wasn't trying to make fun of them somehow.

"What- what do you want?" You demanded while glaring at him, your body tense and rigid as he brushed his nose and mouth across the side of your neck in what could only be described as an affectionate nuzzle.

"I just wanna spend some time with you, pretty boy," he murmured softly, his tone far too sweet compared to his current actions, which involved one of his hands slipping down between your bodies and cupping your crotch.

A gasp escaped you at the feeling, your face heating up in humiliation. Was he seriously feeling you up in the school bathroom? Typically you wouldn't be able to believe that someone could ever be so perverted to do something like that, but then again this was Chuck you were talking about.

"Stop- stop that," you whined while trying to pull away from him to no avail. He still had you pinned against the counter, and you doubted he was going to let go anytime soon.

"Aw, but why not?" He replied in an equally whiny tone, clearly mocking you. "I bet you're just so big underneath all these clothes, aren't you? I bet you'd fill me up nicely."

If your face wasn't hot before, it certainly was now. "Don't- don't talk like that," you half-heartedly mumbled while turning your face away, biting your lip as you felt his hand palming at the front of your pants some more.

He ignored you and kept going. "You're already so hard, baby. You must be enjoying this a hell of a lot more than I thought."

"I- I'm not-" you began to protest, though it was difficult to deny it when the combination of both his words and his touch were starting to make you feel all hot and bothered despite yourself.

"How salty do you taste, I wonder?" He mused out loud, talking more to himself at this point than to you, though it was obvious he was still trying to get under your skin. It was working too, your cock uncontrollably jolting forward in your pants at his words.

"You're- you-" It was hard for you to even come up with an insult in general, let alone a clever one, as his hand was still groping and feeling up your now-visible bulge, causing your pants to get tighter with each and every touch.

"God, pretty boy, I just can't get over how hot you look," he muttered while keeping his face pressed against your neck, kissing and biting along the area as he started trying to discreetly hump your thigh. "You know, if you cum for me now maybe I'll let you do it inside next time."

"You're a pervert, Chuck," you finally blurted out, but he didn't seem fazed by it.

"Yeah, I know. But I bet I could be good for you if you'd let me." It was hard to tell whether or not he was being genuine. On one hand, his voice was so soft and innocent you'd think maybe he was, but on the other it was well known what a master manipulater he could be.

"Stop humping my thigh," you demanded suddenly, trying to see if you could get him to keep his word when he promised that he'd be good.

He grumbled something incoherent but obeyed, stilling his movements rather reluctantly. "I just wanna be a good boy for you," he said even as he continued to palm at your hard cock in your pants.

"Good boys don't corner me in the bathroom and pin me against the counter so they can grope my crotch," you stated bluntly, which only caused him to whine in protest.

"But- but I need you-" he insisted pitifully, looking up at you with big brown eyes that were surprisingly pricking with tears at the edge.

"And I need to get to class." You glanced down at the outline of your still-hard cock in your pants and sighed. "Finish taking care of this so I can go, do you hear me?"

His eyes lit up with excitement at your words, and he nodded his head in understanding. "Thank you, thank you-" he crooned while kissing all over your neck as his hands quickly moved to unbuckle your pants, pulling your cock out just enough so that he could jerk you off properly.

A low groan left you at the feeling of his fist wrapping around your hard cock and pumping it. Despite your earlier frustration you had to admit he certainly knew what he was doing.

"Will you come over to my place later after school?" He asked in a way that was just so pathetic and desperate you couldn't find it in you to say no, even if you did want to mess with him a little.

"Make me cum first, then we'll see."

He whimpered softly at your authoritative tone and began jerking your cock a little bit faster, his hand wrapped firmly around the shaft as his thumb swiped over the slit on your head, smearing your precum a little. "I- I'll make you cum, I promise-"

And he did, your orgasm approaching you mere seconds later as milky white cum erupting from your cock, his hand being covered with the hot and sticky substance.

"I wanna see you later," he begged while you began to clean yourself up, still pressing his body close to yours as you did. He was acting a lot more clingy and vulnerable than you were used to, but you certainly weren't complaining.

"You can see me after school. Right now I need to get to class," you stated firmly, something that caused him to let out another low whine. He grabbed onto your hand as you went to leave, tugging you back some.

"Do you promise?" His eyes didn't look dark and cynical like they usually did. Instead, they were bright and full of hope.

"I promise," you affirmed, giving his hand a light squeeze to help put emphasis on your words. "You can even pick me up in your limo, how does that sound?"

That definitely did the trick, the grin that formed on his face making him look like a child at Christmas. "I'll see you then," he confirmed before letting go of your hand and watching you leave.

You had no clue what it was about you that made him go from acting like a sleazy creep to an obedient puppy, but as long as it meant he wasn't being his usual perverted self you really didn't care. Besides, it was nice to have someone obsess over you in that sort of way, even if it was him of all people.

A sigh left you as you adjusted your clothing, hoping it didn't look like you'd just gotten a handjob in the bathroom. If Gossip Girl happened to catch wind of your recent encounter, you knew you'd never hear the end of it.

[after-hours-art]

Chuck Bass

Sister's Mister

[sukunasbow]

sweet like sugar, nate archibald.

summary: in which you come home to find a certain someone waiting in your bedroom for you.

warnings: fem!waldorf!reader, sort of sugar daddy/baby dynamic, oral, not yet proof read!

notes: this is overly long so i cut the smut short and lame, sorry bbies!!

Walking out of the elevator and into your house, you’re shocked and slightly concerned when you’re met with the sight of Chuck Bass sitting in your living room. “Ew, Kill me now.” You groan.

Your words catch his attention and he turns in the couch to face you, “Lovely to see you too.” He gives you his classic smirk, immediately creeping you out.

“Why are you here?” You roll your eyes as you walk through the foyer and towards him, your shoes clicking on the floor. “Well?” You raise an eyebrow, placing your small handbag on the coffee table in front of the man.

“I’m here for your sister. She’s upstairs, we’re leaving for a dinner party.” Chuck explains, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Is that an issue?” He then questions you.

You don’t respond for a moment, staring him down, a cruel look on your face. “Yeah, actually, it is an issue.”

“You have a lot of nerve, you know that?” Chuck shakes his head, trying to intimidate you by stepping closer, “Talking down on me and acting all high and mighty as if I’m unaware of you and Nate’s dirty secret. Actually, speaking of Nate and that, uh, secret..If I were you I’d go upstairs and check out your bedroom.” He whispers, but quickly backs away and exits the living room when Blair starts coming down the stairs.

“What’s going on here?” Blair stands next to Chuck and the two of them look back at you.

“Oh, nothing. Just some banter, your sister seems to be..” Blair’s boyfriend puts on his strange checkered coat, “Not super fond of me.”

Blair glares at you, turning around and grabbing Chuck’s hand, taking him with her, not before he can get a small laugh at your expression, though. The pair enter the elevator, exiting the house and going on their date.

You, however, slowly make your way up the spiral staircase, walking towards your bedroom, Chuck’s comment from earlier stuck in your head. You’re not necessarily ashamed of the supposed secret arrangement between you and Nate. By definition, you’d be considered his ‘sugar baby’ but the two of you don’t view it that way. You’ve been friends with him since childhood, and as you got older, you started feeling attracted to him. Eventually, you both figured out the fact that you felt the same way, and things got physical since. You never wanted to put a label on it and every time he came over to your place, he’d bring you gifts or something you previously mentioned wanting. Now, it’s become a tradition. You fuck him and he gives you whatever you desire.

You gently push your door open, a shocked look on your face when you find Nate sitting on the edge of your bed, your room decorated with candles and white Christmas lights. “What is all of this?” You grin, looking in the corner on the room to find a fake Christmas tree, piles of gifts underneath it.

“Merry, early, Christmas.” Nate laughs, standing up from the bed and walking towards you.

“You’re so unbelievable!” You cover your mouth, “Nate, is this all for me?” You point at the neatly wrapped presents under the tree.

He nods, “Yeah. Chuck helped me set it all up.”

“I can’t accept all of this, Nate.” You shake your head, you back away from him, a guilty look creeping onto your face.

“Of course you can, I want you too. Besides, if you don’t, it’ll go to waste.” He insists, sitting back down on the bed, motioning for you to sit next to him.

“Okay..” You sigh, taking a seat next to him. “I guess I should get you something nice then, hm?” You look at him.

“Only if you want to get me something.”

“Of course I do, Nate.”

For a moment, you both sit in silence, unsure of what to do. Deciding to speak up, you turn your body so you’re fully facing him. “I can give you a present now if you want one.” Your tone is soft but seductive.

“Oh, really?” He holds back his smile, moving his hand up your tights and under your skirt, massaging your thigh.

“Hey, I’m the one giving you a present.” You scoff, “You’ve given me enough.” You move his hand away from your body, this time you push him back on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly, you part the fabric, kissing down his abs, then hovering your mouth just above his v line. “Hmm” You hum, lifting your hand towards the bulge peaking through his pants.

“Fuckkk.” He groans, tossing his bed back as you palm his dick over the pants. “Please, baby.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Come on.” He starts getting desperate and increasingly needy.

You bite your lip, deciding to answer his pleas. You slide his pants off and toss them on the bed, then very slowly taking off his boxers, teasing him as much as possible.

“(Y/N).” He huffs.

“Fine, fine.” You let out a small laugh, feeling content with yourself. Instead, you wrap your hands around his dick, starting to jerk him off while you work on taking the rest of him in your mouth.

“Holy shit.” He moans, his eyes rolling back as you continue to take your time and slowly suck his cock, occasionally stopping and licking his tip, trying to prolong his pleasure, considering everything he does for you. Nate gently takes a fistful of your hair and helps bob your head in a rhythm, getting you to take all his dick. “That feels so good.” He breathes out. You pick up the speed, sending him over the edge. “I’m gonna—” He starts but quickly stops when you move your hands and completely take him in, his jaw opening and his eyes closing as he fills your mouth with his cum. You sit up swallow, then kissing him, letting him taste the remains of his juices on your lips.

[ursemma]

Guilty as sin

Nate Archibald × F!reader

Summary: How can I be guilty as sin? Without ever touching his skin?

Warning: angst, masturbation, little smut.

We're just bestfriends right? So why do I imagine him being on top of me, or holding my hand while walking down the streets of nyc?

I looked at him as he arrived with Blair at the kiss on the lips party, they looked so happy together. But I can't help but imagine myself with him.

I shook my thoughts away as I see Blair making her way towards me, she's my bestfriend I can't do this to her, "heyy y/n! You look fabulous!" She compliments me and pulls me into a hug.

"thanks B! You look fabulous too!!" I returned the hug, and we pull away as we see Serena making her way into the party.

"what is she doing here?" Blair asks as she glares Serena's way. "I don't know but whatever it is it better not ruin the party" I sighed feeling defeated, their catfights honestly gets my energy drained.

I watch as she goes to find chuck, and Nate stands besides me, "hey everything's fine? You look tired." He asks as he offers me a glass of champagne, "yeah I'm fine, just drained from everything you know?" I looked into his eyes as I answered him, and saw his gorgeous face, those eyelashes, those blue eyes, the little freckles, and his lips- omg.

I looked away as I felt those feelings creeping into my mind, "you know you can count on me right?" He reassured me, while pulling my face towards him to face him.

"I know Nathaniel, it's just, you know those catfights between Blair and Serena, and how I'm the one left hanging in between them needing to make a choice when I just want everything to be back as it was before." I took a deep sigh and replied as I felt butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't lying but I wasn't telling the truth either.

"yeah i know but it's not going to be how it was before, atleast not anytime soon. But don't worry, you have me okay?" He said with a sincere look in his eyes, "I know" I gave him a weak smile.

Soon Charles and Blair came, "care to dance with me Nate?" Blair asked him for a dance and he joined her.

"you should tell him you know" chuck said as he watched me look at him with a longing eyes.

"he doesn't feel the same." I sighed as I took one more shot, only chuck knew how I felt about him, how? I don't know.

"you never know." He encouraged me, that's what he's been doing since a long time.

"he's with Blair, Charles and they look happy!" I protested, honestly when it comes to confessing, I'm not good at it.

"are they though? We all know Nathaniel doesn't feel a shit for Blair, he's doing it for his family's sake." He instead me and tbh he wasn't wrong, but what about Serena, now she's back he'll be with her ofcourse.

"Charles, Serena is back. We all know he loves her. I don't stand a chance, unless and until I'm willing to be a rebound which I'm not."

"okay fine, I won't force you but promise me to do something about it."

"only if you tell Blair how you feel" I said with a smirk and I watch his face turn pale.

We both knew alot of things about eachother, including our secret crushes, which no one knew.

We're like brother's and sister's, shocking right? The first girl who Charles bass didn't tried to bang out of respect?

I gasped as I felt wet kisses trailing down my neck, and then sucking my skin leaving a hickey.

"oh my" I tried to breath when the kisses went down to my Naked breasts and nibbling my skin and sucking my nipples as they harden.

The heat in between my legs was growing and so was the tension.

"I need you" I moaned louder as I felt my panties get wet, "yeah what do you want darling?" He said while going down on me.

"you, everything give it to me." I said while breathing heavily, "okay" he smirked and started to tease me with his mouth.

"don't tease!" I gasped when his mouth met my clit, stroking and sucking it slowly.

He started abusing my clit with his mouth, while his hands were circling my skin.

"oh my Nate I'm gonna cum" as I reached my climax I felt the door being knocked.

"miss y/n!! Wake up you're going to be late!" Dorothea shouted.

I groaned as I woke up from my slumber, and I remembered what I dreamt of.

Flushing in embarrassment I pulled my duvet over my face, "miss y/n!!" Dorothea shouted again.

"yes dorthy I'm awake!" I responded her letting her know that I'm alive.

I felt the heat between my legs growing hotter and hotter.

Should I? Fuck it.

I went into the washroom and put two fingers inside my clit massaging it, hoping for some relief.

I imagined Nate touching me, and I left a moan at the thought.

As I was pleasuring myself I suddenly heard my phone ringing and I groaned at it, and picked up without looking at the number.

"y/n?" Fuck it was Nate, in his morning voice. I felt myself getting wetter and gasping for air.

Even his voice had this effect on me.

"y-yes Nathaniel? You need something?" I tried to maintain my composer.

"hey what happened to you? You sound not so fine?" He asked with his voice filled with concern.

"nothing just the morning workout you know" I replied quickly, "okay if you say so, I was actually wondering if you want to come with me and Blair in our limo? The route of her and your house is same that's way" he asked me, I thought for a while and decided it's better to stay away, "actually I'm running late today so you guys go ahead I'll come on my own" "okay I'll see you then" "yea" and I hung up.

I decided to get freshed and leave for school.

I got out of the limo and looked around and saw Blair and Nate walking together.

"sight to sore eyes isn't it" I turned to see Chuck looking at them, "indeed" I replied and we started walking together.

I felt rush of emotions. Embarrassment, love, lust, heartbreak and mostly guilt.

He's my bestfriend's boyfriend and one of my bestfriend and yet I'm here imagining us together.

But mostly, without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?

Is he written mine only in my mind? Is there not even 1% of hope for us?

I shook my thoughts and sat near Blair, looking at her exchanging looks with Nate and chuck and I eyed eachother knowingly.

I sighed and thought about everything, why does my life has to be complicated.

.

.

[five-miles-over]

Joaquin Phoenix Characters Masterlist

updated 08 November 2023

Multiple Character Headcanons and Listicles

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as University Students

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Cupcakes

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters - Sleepover Headcanons

• If Joaquin Phoenix Characters Went on Dates

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Comfort Foods

• Holiday Gift Ideas for Joaquin Phoenix Characters

• Commodus, Abbé, and Joe as Parents 

Abbé de Coulmier from Quills

• The World’s a Broken Bone: The Abbé comforts the reader - a nurse at Charenton - when they have a severe migraine.

• Let Me Save You: A crossover with Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

• The Ballad of Mona Lisa: The reader confesses to the Abbé about fantasies that they have been experiencing lately. (Smut)

• Abbé de Coulmier x Light Academia (aesthetic board)

Arthur Fleck from Joker

• Yandere Arthur Fleck Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck and Joker Jealousy Headcanons

• NSFW Headcanons

• Yandere!Arthur and Yandere!Joker Dealing With Rejection in Public

• Joker and Cruella de Ville Crossover Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck x 50s Retrocore

Bruno Weiss from The Immigrant

• Bruno Weiss x Roaring 20s (Aesthetic Board)

Clay Bidwell from Clay Pigeons

• Misery Loves Company: Clay meets the reader at a bar and the two of them have a much-needed break from their troubles.

• Hey Good Lookin’: Clay loves it when his girlfriend sits on his lap and asks him for a kiss (fluff)

Emperor Commodus from Gladiator

• Imagine Teaching Commodus to Slow Dance

• The Courtesan: The reader is a dancer that catches the eye of Emperor Commodus at a party

• ‘Till I Hear You Sing: A song-based fic based on “Til I Hear You Sing” from Love Never Dies

• What I Did For Love: Continuation from ‘Til I Hear You Sing’. A song-fic based on “What I Did for Love” from A Chorus Line

• New Girl: A high school AU of the movie Gladiator. The reader has recently moved to Rome and is now a new student at the Roman Educational Institute

• Paparazzi (Hollywood!Commodus x Reader): Another Gladiator AU in which the reader has a chance encounter in Rome with Commodus, a world-famous actor hounded by paparazzi.

• All Love Can Be: Prince Commodus meets the reader through their fathers working together, and eventually decides to ask for her hand.

• Handsome: The reader gets a little drunk while spending time with Commodus, and turns a bit childish and dorky.

• The Festivals of Saturn: Commodus’s first Saturnalia as a young sixteen-year-old co-emperor.

• Lay All Your Love on Me: Commodus falls unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a confident young woman along the seashores of Lanuvium

• Lose Me In the Sight of You: All you wished for was the blessing of Lady Juno that you would find a good husband, yet little did you know that a certain Emperor has grown passionately and hopelessly obsessed with you. (TW: Yandere)

• Emperor Commodus x Vampire Aesthetic

• Commodus’s Outfits as Chocolates

• Similarities Between Chuck Bass from “Gossip Girl” and Commodus from “Gladiator”

SERIES: ALONE WITH YOU INSIDE MY MIND (COMMODUS X READER) - ON HIATUS

The young prince (and soon to be Emperor of Rome) Commodus falls in love with you, the daughter of a nobleman, and nothing will stand in the way of his obsession.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

SERIES: AFTERMATH (COMMODUS X OC) - ON HIATUS

A sequel to the events of the film Gladiator, in which Emperor Commodus survives the duel with Maximus

• Chapter 1: The Impossible Dream

• Chapter 2: Proud of Your Boy

• Chapter 3: The Point of No Return

• Chapter 4: Look Down

• Chapter 5: Beneath a Moonless Sky

• Chapter 6: These Palace Walls

• Chapter 7: Wait For It

• Chapter 8: Something There

• Chapter 9: Be Prepared

• Chapter 10: Twisted Every Way

• Chapter 11: All I Ask of You 

• Chapter 12: History Has Its Eyes on You

Max California from 8 MM

• Max California x Dark Academia

• Max California Proposing to You (Headcanons)

Ray Elwood from Buffalo Soldiers

• Ray Elwood Taking You Out on a Date Would Include...

Willie Gutierrez from The Yards

• Blackout: The reader is Willie Gutierrez’s new neighbor, and the two of them accidentally meet during a power outage

• The Light Blinking at the End of the Tunnel: The reader offers some much-needed comfort to Willie after finding out about his dark past.

[sorrowsofsilence]

1986 • ruffilo

Pairing: Best Friend!Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!reader (oneshot)

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF, Smut 18+ (car sex, PnV, pls wrap it b4 u tap it, fem!receiving).

Summary: Two friends living life in 1986, playing laser tag and going on drive-in dates , confessing their feelings that maybe they're more than friends.

note: eeeeeee, i love him so. (songs are Birdmad Girl - The Cure / Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode)

You never truly realize how much you care for someone until you're three rounds deep into laser tag, dominating as a duo.

Ruffilo's contagious laughter reverberated around the dimly lit arena, the blacklight illuminating the neon artwork adorning the walls.

Your vest glowed in bright pink, matching your best friend's as you both weaved through the narrow corridors, being cautious not to trip over the shoddily painted plywood flooring.

With your finger poised on the plastic trigger, you aimed your phaser at the enemy targets ahead.

"Strategy number four?" Nicholas shouted over the pulsing bass of the synth music blaring in your ears.

You gave him an enthusiastic nod and grin before turning around, back-to-back with him in position, ready for anyone to approach from either in front or behind.

The two of you advanced together up to the top level of the arena, past the colourful graffiti. Glancing to the side, you spotted a flash of blue from your peripheral vision and swiftly fired off a shot as the nimble body slid behind a wall. Miss.

"Blue vest, four o'clock!" you called out, and Nicholas rotated with you seamlessly, maintaining your formation until the blue vest came into view again from around the corner.

Ruffilo expertly aimed and fired his phaser, deactivating the light on the vest and eliciting an exasperated groan from the teenage target.

"Again?!" the teen exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat before retreating down the ramp, waiting for his vest to reactivate.

"One minute remaining!"

The announcement echoed throughout the dark arena, and you nodded at Nicholas before splitting up and sprinting to opposite sides to rack up as many points as possible before time ran out.

The frenzied last minute was a blur of neon lights, with the synth music now morphing into an adrenaline-pumping rush. Unseen enemies emerged from the shadows, the blacklight making their teeth glow as they snarled with playful determination.

A green vest sprang up from behind a barricade, but you were quicker, firing off a shot and hitting the target smack in the middle as you slid onto your knees, the black jeans you wore sliding along the wood, all while scuffing your new chucks.

The satisfying beep of your phaser confirmed your score, and you couldn't help but giggle at the surprised expression on the enemy's face as he trudged off, disappointed. It was worth the carnage of your attire.

"Thirty seconds remaining!"

Nicholas was not far, moving deftly around the abandoned fortress, his pink vest glowing in the dark. He had moved back to the second floor, and you watched as he took down three opponents in quick succession before disappearing into a maze of neon obstacles.

Fifteen seconds; your heart pounded in sync with the countdown. A streak of orange and yellow rushed past you as you sprinted back to the center of the arena.

"Ten seconds remaining!"

As the final countdown began, your heart pounded in your chest with the rhythm of the music. You caught sight of a purple vest and took your shot - a direct hit. But then, you felt a strange sensation; a sudden heat on your back.

You turned around just in time to see a yellow vest grinning at you from behind an obstacle; but before she could shoot, her vest turned grey, and you glanced to see Nicholas standing behind, phaser pointed outward with a smile.

His grey eyes gleamed with competitiveness and excitement as he gave you a thumbs up, and you grinned, biting your tongue as you nodded toward him, passing a silent thank you.

"Five... four.... three..."

You quickly darted behind a wall next to your best friend, chests heaving in sync as you shared another grin.

"Two... one... GAME OVER!"

The lights in the arena suddenly brightened, and the pulsating music slowed down to a stop. A chorus of groans and cheers filled the room as you both walked out of the arena, placing your vests onto the rack before lacing your arms together, faces flushed.

It wasn’t new to walk arm and arm, but for some reason, this time, your skin tingled against his, even more so than usual.

Nicholas smiled down at you as he then bumped his shoulder into yours, the mechanical voice of the scoreboard announcing the winner.

“Team Pink wins!”

You exchanged high-fives with Nicholas, grinning proudly at each other as your hearts pounded through the adrenaline.

"I knew we'd win," Nicholas said, trying to stifle his laughter. His eyes twinkled with pride as he watched you in awe.

You blinked up at him, an unexpected warmth in your chest, and an odd fluttering sensation in your stomach. You felt your cheeks heating up again under his gaze, but tried to ignore it.

“We always win. They’re going to get sick of us,” You laughed, the two of you walking to your shared locker.

Nicholas grinned at you as he slipped on his leather jacket, his eyes sparkling under the arcade lights. He ran a hand through his dishevelled brunette hair, causing a few strands to fall into his eyes endearingly, "We make a great team."

The words hung in the air between you two like an unspoken promise, a hidden code that only you both understood. And maybe it was the adrenaline high or the after-effects of victory, but everything seemed a little bit brighter- a little bit warmer with him by your side.

You and Nicholas had been attached at the hip ever since you met three years ago. He came into the record shop you worked at looking for the new, at the time, Journey album, frontiers.

It was so popular, that the only copy you had left was the one you saved for yourself; but when you locked onto those doe grey eyes, you couldn’t help but cave, handing over your beloved copy to the stranger who made your heart race.

The way his face lit up had made your entire day- and he swore he’d repay you by bringing you exactly 5 Twinkies.

And he did bring five Twinkies, the very next day.

Not just that, he brought you an extra one every single time he visited the record store after that.

Oddly enough, it had become your thing - his way of saying thank you for sharing your favourite band's album with him, which was your way of reminding him over and over that he owed you nothing.

But Twinkies were delicious, and he was cute, so who were you to say no?

After a year of this routine, Nicholas confessed that he'd been banned from every grocery store in town for buying too many Twinkies. The general store that got the most business confronted him, accusing him of re-selling them.

Yet you both burst into laughter, clutching onto each other as tears prickled in your eyes. How would you tell the owner that really, the two of you just liked the delicate pastry?

But even then, whether it was his dedication to repay you or his general kindness, something about Nicholas drew you in.

He was like a moth drawn to the flame of your friendship, and just like the moth, you couldn’t resist even though you knew it could be dangerous.

Considering the two of you were in long-term relationships with other people, at the time.

Yet, dangerous or not, you couldn't imagine a life without Nicholas. Whether it was his infectious laughter that always managed to lift your spirits or the way he could always find the perfect song to match your mood, Nicholas was more than just a best friend.

He was your confidante, your partner in crime, your shoulder to cry on when life got tough.

Most importantly, he was the one person who had never let you down. The one who made you truly happy.

The morning was rainy, nothing out of the ordinary as you sat on the loveseat in your living room. Your walkman was blaring a mixtape of The Cure and The Smiths, two of your best friend’s favourite bands.

As you were finally getting comfy in the cushions, you heard a knock on the window.

Nicholas had peered in from the outside, holding his shoulders in protection as you scrambled to open the door, watching him step in soaking wet and shivering.

You didn't ask what happened when you saw his sorrowful expression – you just ushered him inside and wrapped him in a warm blanket, sitting him down and getting him a warm drink.

He sat quietly for a while; the only sounds in the room were the pattering of rain on the glass, and his occasional sips from the mug.

Then suddenly, he had started sobbing.

You didn't know what happened – all you knew was that he needed you.

So, you moved closer, wrapping an arm around him and letting him lean onto your shoulder as he cried.

His sobs eventually faded into hushed whimpers, his body shaking with the occasional hiccup.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he leaned into you. "I didn't know where else to go."

"You don't have to apologize," you had told him, running your fingers through his damp hair in an attempt to soothe him. "I'm always here for you, Nicky. You know that."

He had finally looked up at you then, eyes red and swollen from crying but still holding that same mesmerizing grey glow that drew you to him every single time.

"We broke up," he admitted in a hoarse voice, the words hanging heavy in the air.

The feeling of your heart clenching in shared pain made you sigh, pulling him into an embrace.

Ruffilo wrapped his arms around your body, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he cried. He felt warm and perfect against your skin; but you mourned with him, holding his body protectively.

It had now been two months since your ex left you; so you knew this pain all too well.

Nicholas’ sobs subsided over time, leaving only soft sniffles and the steady rhythm of his breathing. Even after he'd quieted down, you continued to hold him, offering silent support as he curled into your side.

He eventually broke away from your embrace with a sheepish smile.

"Thanks," he mumbled, looking at you with eyes that held a depth of gratitude that couldn't be put into words.

It was then that you realized how close you were.

You could see the streaks made by tears on his face, the way his hair was sticking up in odd places from where you had run your hands through it.

He looked vulnerable - and yet there was a strength in him that took your breath away.

His gaze was serious as he looked at you, raw emotion swimming in the depths of his eyes. You could see a mixture of pain, confusion, and something else...something that made your breath hitch in your throat.

Coughing, you pulled away as your chest warmed, before suggesting something the two of you had become quite fond of.

“Wanna go play laser tag?”

And now here you were, watching him tuck his hair behind his ears in the neon lit lobby, your heart clenching again.

Something felt different. It wasn't the elation of your shared victory, nor was it the exhausted yet fulfilled sensation that came after a game well played.

It was something much deeper. Something you knew you felt all this time, but were too ignorant to let free.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Nicholas shut the locker door with a bang, snapping you out of your thoughts.

The brunette turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze before he suddenly looked away, his cheeks flushed under the dim lights.

"Do you want to grab a bite? I'm starving," he suggested, trying to sound nonchalant as he ran his fingers through his hair again. A habit he only did when nervous.

You nodded enthusiastically, tucking your hands into the denim jacket you wore, pulling the hood of your sweater beneath it upon your head.

As you walked side by side towards the arcade exit, you couldn't help but steal glances at your best friend.

Was it the blacklight, or was there a newfound glow about him? His smile was more infectious than usual. It reminded you of the first time he visited the store, his face glowing with excitement.

The same glow was in his eyes now, despite the recent tears.

Your favourite diner was open late, serving greasy burgers and shakes; a perfect end to an evening of laser wars.

You both were regulars, as Nicholas was particularly fond of their double bacon cheeseburger.

As you slid into your spot, a familiar red vinyl booth, a thought struck you.

These outings- the laser tag games, the shared Twinkies, the late-night diner visits- they weren’t just friendly hangouts anymore.

Or maybe they weren’t ever just friendly.

The two of you sat across from each other, huddled over the sticky Formica table as you chatted and laughed about anything and everything.

Nicholas's smile seemed to take up his whole face in the yellowing light of the diner, and you found yourself drawn to it. Drawn to him.

His sadness from this morning felt like forever ago, and your heart fluttered as his hand grazed yours as he reached for your shared drink, taking a sip.

"So," Nicholas began, twirling a fry in his hand as he met your gaze.

“So,” you echoed, watching him with a raised brow, reaching for the cup now, taking the straw into your mouth.

"I've been…thinking."

"Yeah?" You replied, your own hands growing still as you watched him attentively.

He nodded, setting down the fry and leaning back. His gaze never left yours, every bit as captivating as they always were. "Yeah…about us," he finally said.

Your heart skipped a beat at that, your stomach fluttering in response. Whatever nervousness had gripped Nicholas earlier, seemed to have transferred onto you now.

Ruffilo swallowed hard before continuing, "I was the one who broke up with Spencer…”

The silence hung in the air like a heavy fog, and you could see the anxiety creeping into Nicholas's expression.

Your mind began to spiral, his sadness from earlier lingering in your mind. If he left them… why was he so upset?

Yet you gave him an encouraging nod, urging him to continue.

"I... I broke up with Spencer because of you," he confessed, his eyes darting to the side as if the confession was too big for him to say out loud.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind reeling at this revelation. Nicholas was silent for a moment, wringing his hands together nervously under the table.

The rubber of his vans tapped the floor anxiously, "I realized..." he began again, his voice soft, "I realized that it was you I wanted to be with.”

His words filled your ears, wrapping around you like a blanket of elation, limbs growing warm as the tingle of his confession sunk in.

"I didn't mean to fall for you," he confessed, looking back at you now with an intensity that made your stomach twist with anticipation. His gaze was pleading and full of regret as if he feared the consequences of his confession.

"No..." you whispered, a soft denial of his fears, not his feelings., “You aren’t alone.”

He watched you from across the table, almost hopeful.

“I didn’t mean to fall for you either, Nicky.”

A gasp of relief escaped Nicholas' lips as he stared at you, his grey eyes wide with disbelief; as if he was trying to comprehend the words he'd been longing to hear.

A moment of silence stretched between the two of you, and the air was thick with unspoken words as the bustle of the diner dimmed around you.

"You mean..." Nicholas began, but trailed off again, this time with a glimmer of hope in his eyes that dared him to believe this wasn't just a dream.

You gave your best friend a nod of affirmation, heart pounding so hard you could barely hear yourself think, "I mean it, Nicholas. I... I feel the same way about you."

The words hung heavy in the air between the two of you, each syllable sinking in slowly. You watched as he processed your admission, a flurry of emotions crossing his brows before relief spread across his face.

His shoulders visibly relaxed as he let out a breathless laugh and ran a hand through his hair again - a nervous habit indeed - but this time it was accompanied by a grin that reached his eyes.

"Bitchin…” he mumbled before continuing, “I- I don't even know what to say.”

You chuckled lightly and teased, "That's a first."

Ruffilo laughed too, the sound filling the air around you in a delicate melody.

He squeezed your hand gently and then let go, leaning back into his seat while watching you.

“Well, Y/N,” the brunette smiled, “Would you like to join me on a date?”

You pondered a moment, placing your finger on your chin playfully, “Hmm. I might need to check my schedule.”

Nicholas rolled his eyes, grinning again.

"Sure you will," he responded, chuckling as he shook his head at your jest. The tension had finally eased, and the atmosphere between you was as light as it always had been, but now with a newfound hue of affection permeating through.

“I’m deadly serious,” You said, nodding with folded arms.

He let out a dramatic sigh, playfully leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table as he gave you a teasing smile, "And here I thought you were easy to convince."

"Maybe I am," You finally relented, your smile matching his as you met his gaze. "But only for you, Ruffilo."

His eyes widened slightly at your words, his cheeks tinged pink under the diner’s fluorescent lights.

"Only for me?" He asked quietly, his gaze warm and full of affection as he watched you.

You nodded with a soft smile, reaching over to take his hand in yours. "Only for you."

"It's a date then,” he finally managed to utter, his voice shaky but full of happiness. You could tell he was trying his best to control the tremor of excitement running through him.

"Yes, it’s a date," you confirmed, your voice barely louder than a whisper as though afraid someone else could hear the secret promise between the two of you.

As Nicholas drove you home in his old beat-up car, you couldn't help but take quick glances at him from time to time. His eyes were focused on the road, yet you noticed how he nervously wiped his hands on his thighs every so often.

He let his fingers drum on the steering wheel, before asking, “Would you like to go to the drive-in?”

"Isn't that a bit too cliche?" You teased.

Nicholas chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road but unable to hide the grin creeping onto his face, "I suppose it is, but I thought we could embrace the cliche," he replied, “Besides, I have something in mind that might make it a little unique.”

You couldn’t help but feel intrigued, “Oh really? And what would that be?”

He flashed you an enigmatic smile, and your chest warmed at the mystery in his eyes, "That would be telling," he retorted, the corners of his lips turning upwards into a charming smirk.

The only movie playing was the new Aliens, which left an uneasy feeling in your stomach as Ruffilo pulled up.

Yet, as you glanced over to see Nicholas pulling out a small portable radio from the backseat, your curiosity piqued.

"What's that for?" you quizzed, eyeing it with amused bewilderment. "I thought we were here to watch a movie?"

Nicholas gave a knowing smile, setting the radio up on the dashboard. "We are," he replied, "But who says we have to listen to their audio?"

He tuned the radio until a familiar tune wafted through the crackling speakers.

This girl has got a smile That can make me cry This girl just burns with love She's burning, burning deep outside

"Ah," you laughed in understanding, "So we watch Aliens but pretend it's all just an extensive music video?"

He gave a triumphant nod, "Exactly! Told you I'd make it unique."

With that, he parked the car in a secluded spot, letting the radio play between the two of you in the car.

Night time, night time sets my house on fire Oh, I'll turn into the melting man I'll lose my life to feel I feel desire

Sliding closer to Nicholas he wrapped an arm around your shoulder- something that normally wouldn’t leave you nervous- but this time made your stomach swirl with butterflies.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music. His gaze was steady on yours, the faint glow from the drive-in screen shimmering in his eyes.

"Never better," you replied, a soft smile spreading across your face as you nestled into him. You then added, "This was a good idea."

"I aim to please," he returned with a smirk, his arm tightening slightly around your shoulder. His eyes flickered back to the movie screen, but his mind was elsewhere.

The tension in the car had shifted again, this time to something much more intimate and private.

Your heart pounded as you turned to look at him as he continued to watch the screen, his profile illuminated by the distant light. Your best friend was always handsome – that’s undeniable – but tonight, there was a different aura about him.

A raw vulnerability and softness that tugged at your chest.

With a deep breath, you made a move, lacing your fingers with his.

He turned to look at you, surprise evident in his eyes. But it quickly melted into a gentle warmth as he gave your hand a soft squeeze, entwining his inked fingers with yours.

The connection sent sparks up your arm, making your pulse quicken in response.

His gaze fell to your linked hands before returning to meet your eyes. A soft smile played on his lips as he gently stroked his thumb over the back of your hand, a simple act that sent waves of affection and warmth through your body.

Burn wild, wild, wild, and never turn away Oh, sends me all her love, she sends me everything She sends me everywhere

His eyes were soft, glimmering under the moonlight as he looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.

"Y/N," he started, his voice barely a whisper. He seemed unsure, a slight tremble interrupting his words.

"Nicky?" you answered gently, encouraging him to continue.

"It's just…” he paused, swallowing hard before continuing, “I don’t want anything... I mean... I’m worried about moving too fast.”

Your face warmed, awaiting his words.

“But I really want to kiss you.”

The intensity in his face made your breath hitch, caught off guard at his honesty. For a moment, you were silent, taking in the weight of his words. His eyes searched yours for any sign of reaction, the atmosphere between you two becoming thick with anticipation.

"Nicholas," you started, holding his gaze. The warmth of the moment was enough to set your heart racing, yet there was also an inexplicable calm that washed over you, "I want you to kiss me too."

His face relaxed into a relieved smile as he gently caressed your cheek with his free hand. The touch sent a delightful shiver down your spine, making your heart flutter with excitement. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks as he inched closer, his breath hitching ever so slightly.

Nicholas slowly leaned in, maintaining eye contact till the very last second when his eyes fluttered shut.

His lips were soft and firm as they latched onto yours with need, an intimacy in that shared silence only broken by the quiet hum of an 80's ballad playing on the radio, and the low murmur of the movie in the background.

It was as if time had stilled for this moment, allowing you two to explore this newfound love at your own pace.

His hand left yours to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. Your hands found their way into his hair, the soft strands tickling against your fingertips.

And when you pulled away, the faint taste of mint from his earlier chewing gum lingered between you two, creating a flavour that was uniquely Nicholas.

You couldn't help but smile at him, your fingers gently tracing his cheekbone as you whispered, "That...was worth the wait."

“Really?” He whispered, leaning to press his forehead against yours, brushing your noses together.

You nodded, watching him in awe before kissing him again, taking his bottom lip between your teeth.

A shaky breath left his lips as he pulled you closer, allowing you to control the kiss with your tongue.

It was a feeling of bliss that seemed to stretch on forever, his touch electric against your skin, his pulse a rhythm matching yours.

His tongue traced yours slowly, the sweet intimacy of each action leaving you breathless as he pulled you onto his lap, allowing you to straddle his waist.

Every trace of his fingers against your skin as they slid up the back of your sweater, sent a shiver down your spine; every soft gasp from him was like a plea for more.

His lips never left yours as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently on the strands. The kiss became more intense, and more passionate, and before you knew it you were both fighting for breath in between kisses and soft touches.

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

The radio continued to play an array of songs, drowning out the sounds of the movie that was now nothing more than background noise. You pulled away to catch your breath, resting your forehead on his and staring deep into his eyes.

Words failed him as he traced circles on your thighs with his fingertips, causing shivers to run down your spine.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he saw your reaction to his touch - a reaction that only served to boost his newfound confidence.

Your fingers entwined in his hair again, tugging softly when his lips began to trail down your neck. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped your lips as his teeth grazed over the sensitive skin, and a delightful shiver coursed through your body when his tongue darted out to soothe the mark he had left.

His hands continued their exploration, memorizing every curve and dip of your body.

Nicholas paused, pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes. There was a question in his eyes, a silent enquiry for consent, and you gave him a nod, a clear affirmation reflected in your eyes. His lips curved into a soft smile, his fingers tracing the hem of your shirt before he gingerly lifted it over your head.

As his eyes roved over you reverently, as though you were an exquisite work of art ready to be cherished and adored, your skin burned under his fervent gaze.

Nicholas leaned in again, capturing your lips in another intoxicating kiss, creating a rhythm only the two of you knew as he etched his memory into the canvas of your skin.

His lips ghosted over your neck again, peppering soft kisses down to your collarbone.

"You're beautiful, Y/N," he murmured against your skin as you pulled his shirt off his body, tossing it to the back of the car.

Flipping your bodies, Ruffilo hovered over you, pressing your back into the faux leather seat. Allowing his fingers to graze down your chest, every touch was a reverberation of desire echoing through your chest and spilling into every part of you.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as he left a trail of kisses down your chest, his hand skimming along the waistband of your jeans until he pulled the denim down your legs.

Leaving you only in your underwear, he smiled, absorbing all of you with his eyes before delving his head between your legs in fervour.

You arched up against him as the warmth from his mouth seeped through the fabric, heating your skin underneath. The sensation elicited soft moans from you, each one encouraging him further.

His name echoed rhythmically in the confined space of the car, the sweet sound making him shudder with pleasure.

Your best friend’s hands moved to the sides of your panties, fingertips tracing the elastic band before slowly sliding them down your legs and discarding them onto the back seat. He paused for a while, savouring the view before him like an artist appreciating his masterpiece.

Opting for a slow exploration, he took his time to taste and discover every inch of you. His tongue glided over your most sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

Your hand found its way back into his hair, tugging slightly harder than before as a wave of ecstasy washed over you. Your moans grew louder, each one turning into a chorus of his name, fueling his desire to take advantage of the fact you were finally his.

Nicholas indulged himself at your core, lost in the taste and texture that was uniquely you. He slid his inked fingers along your core as his tongue pressed against you, before sinking them into your body as you arched with need.

Your body trembled under his touch as he continued to move inside you, the heat and wetness amplifying the pleasure.

A low growl vibrated against your skin as he took in the sight of you writhing beneath him, your eyes tightly shut and lips parted in bliss.

He never faltered, his tongue and fingers working in a perfect rhythm that left you spiralling towards your climax. It was an intimate dance between two lovers, a sweet symphony that echoed through the silent night of newfound devotion.

Gasping his name, your hands gripped his shoulders as your body convulsed under an onslaught of pleasure, rutting into his mouth. With an arm across your pelvis, he tried to hold you down, yet the car shook with your movements, windows steaming up from the heat generated within.

His name was a chant on your lips as wave after wave washed over you, leaving you panting in its aftermath.

Nicholas slowed his movements, helping you ride out the aftershocks before sliding back up to your lips, and swallowing your moans.

"You okay?" he murmured against your lips, his voice a gentle whisper in the quiet car. You nodded, leaning into his warmth and threading your fingers through his hair once again.

"I need you" you murmured softly, your voice shaky with residual pleasure, “I don’t care if it’s too fast. You want me. I want you.”

His eyes widened slightly, but the raw need in your gaze was enough to urge him foward.

He fumbled awkwardly with his jeans in the tight space of the front seat before slipping them off.

His boxers followed suit shortly after, leaving him exposed before you.

You reached out to touch him tentatively, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at the contact. Your hand moved over his desire slowly, exploring him with a delicate curiosity that had his lips parted in pleasure.

Before you could continue he gripped your wrist, holding you still before sitting back and pulling you onto his lap as he caught your lips in another kiss.

Nicholas paused to meet your gaze with a hand on your hip and the other guiding himself to your entrance. His eyes shone with unspoken words, his heart pounding against his ribcage as his face warmed with admiration.

You guided him slowly, gasping as you felt his body fill yours.

Nicholas’ grip tightened on your hip as he moaned into your mouth, a small whimper escaping from his lips that made your heart race even faster, ears heating with excitement.

Nicholas moved with you slowly, languidly pacing that left you begging for more.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered against your neck.

You smiled into his cheek, breathing out a laugh as you let his hands guide your hips in a repetitive motion along his body.

"You're so big," you returned, your voice a soft purr in his ears, sending delicious shivers down to his very core. Each slow, deliberate movement of your hips driving him deeper into you was an exquisite torture, leaving him wishing he had just confessed his feelings years ago.

He had loved you all this time.

Nicholas closed his eyes, succumbing to the raw sensations of your body wrapped around him. His fingers dug into your thighs with need as you moved in sync, the friction causing both of you to moan in erotic harmonies.

It was intoxicating. You were intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

His name escaped your lips again as he held you up, fully pounding into you from beneath.

A gasp tumbled from your lips when he altered his angle, hitting a spot that made lights dance behind your closed eyes. "Nick," you moaned out, pressing your fingers into his shoulders.

Your words were coated with a desperate tone that had him complying without second thoughts. The need to satisfy you, to worship and adore you in every way possible clouded his mind.

“Fuck-” He cursed, and you watched as his brows furrowed in desperation, eyes squeezing shut before he stilled.

Watching him fall apart inside of you as he released left your thighs squeezing together in desire, pushing you to your own orgasm.

He watched you in awe as you came undone with him filling your body, and he held your neck, pulling you against him once again, pressing his lips to yours.

Your wet bodies, sticky and warm from the remnants of your passion, clung together as if they feared separation.

“Y/N,” He said softly, your name mumbled against your lips.

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

“I want to be with you forever.”

You nodded, panting into his chest before smiling. Sliding off his body the two of you dressed, relishing in the intimacy shared moments ago.

Nicholas tucked your hair behind your ears, watching you with adoration before leaning down and reaching into the glove box.

With a raised brow you watched him pull out the pastry with a grin, holding it toward you.

“Twinky?”

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𝜗𝜚- Character's I write for

Outer Banks: jj maybank, rafe cameron, john b routledge

The Vampire Diaries: damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, klaus mikaelson, kai parker, kol mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, jeremy gilbert, enzo st john

Pretty Little Liars: toby cavanaugh, caleb rivers, Jason dilaurentis

Glee: santana lopez & sam evans

Once Upon A Time: killian jones & peter pan

Brooklyn Nine Nine: jake peralta

Gossip Girl: chuck bass & nate archibald (for now)

Riverdale: archie andrews & jughead jones

The Office: luke cooper & jim halpert

Stranger Things: steve harrington & billy hargrove

Cobra Kai: miguel diaz, robbie keene & hawk aka: eli horowitz

The X Files: fox mulder

American Horror Story: tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer

Pen15: dustin long, brandt

Outnumbered: jake

Marvel: loki laufeyson, steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter parker

DC: bruce wayne, clark kent, dick grayson, joker

Hunger Games: finnick odair & peter malarky, ps. I haven't done cornelius bc I haven't watched the new movie :)

Harry Potter: ron weasley, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, theodore nott, lucian bole, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black

Note: Let me know if you want any poly, my requests will be open by tomorrow. You can request whatever you want but it has to be x reader. I don't mind writing anything but be careful with warnings. I hope you have a great day!! mwah :) ps. tell me if you want fluff, smut or angst. I don't know how to do smut that well but I will try!

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