#chuck imagines

[supernaturalfreewill]

reader pronouns: she/her "I—I thought Y/N was—was going to come with you? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. Well—she caught the flu or something," Sam explained, a little surprised by the apparent depth of Chuck's concern and disappointment not to see you. "But it's not life threatening."

Chuck's brow furrowed. "You left her alone? She's alone with the flu?"

Dean and Sam exchanged a puzzled glance. "Chuck she's got a cough and the sniffles. It's not life threatening," Dean said. "Take it easy. She'll be fine. She just needs some rest."

"Well, what if she takes a turn for the worse? Nobody is there! What if she needs to get to the hospital?"

"She has access to phones!" Dean sighed and looked at Sam again. "We shouldn't have told him... We know he's a worrier. What the hell were we thinking?"

Sam shrugged. Chuck was now pacing anxiously. "Listen—she did want us to tell you she's sorry she couldn't make it. She said she was looking forward to seeing you, but she didn't want anyone else to get sick."

Chuck froze in his pacing and turned to look at Sam, a smile growing on his face. "She said that?" He returned and stopped in front of the Winchesters. "Those were her exact words?"

"Uhh—I don't know about exact but close enough," Dean said with a laugh. He caught Sam's eyes again and the brothers exchanged a knowing look. "You can give her a call later if you want. I'm sure she'd appreciate it.

"I'll do that," he said, more to himself than to Dean. "Yeah. I'll call her..."

Happy Supporting Character Saturday!

[inktho]

If Flertom had long hair as a child…

[countandra]

had an hour of free time, so blame @greykolla-art for this. Boo is growing up. And sometimes it takes the boogiemen of our past to understand ourselves in the present.

[petercushingscheekbones]

neil gaiman and RTD are absolute legends for being the showrunners of 2 mainstream shows funded by large production companies in the year 2023, and proceeding to make the most queer positive episodes ever seen by man

meanwhile david tennant is just vibrating with joy because he gets more opportunities to wear his one-thousand-and-twenty-four pride pins

[bloody-cupcakes]

Serena van der Woodsen who uses her status to get you into every party you could ever possibly want.

Blair Waldorf who protects you from Vanessa, Jenny, Georgina- anyone and everyone who could potentially be seen as a threat to you.

Nate Archibald who's always there for you if you ever need anything, whether that be a shoulder to cry on or just a friend.

Chuck Bass who lavishes you with the most expensive gifts possible, ones that he knows nobody else would ever be able to afford.

The Non-Judging Breakfast Club loving you and obsessing over you and needing you to be theirs and theirs alone, regardless of whether you want to be or not. After all, you're not the one who gets to make the decisions here, they do.

[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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[sukunasbow]

sfw hcs, nate archibald.

summary: nate and sfw hcs!

warnings: not yet proofread!

notes: sorry for the inactivity but i plan on this being my first comeback post aka i’m returning very soon! stay tuned for my halloween event 🤭

The original and best golden retriever boyfriend out there.

He’s so obsessed with you, literally worships the ground you walk on.

It took some time for the two of you to finally get together, as you were worried about Blair’s reaction, but she ended up being supportive, since you were happy.

He loves spoiling you but hates when you spoil him. He’ll buy you anything you want or ask for but as soon as you spend even a dollar on him, he’ll insist on paying you back or buying you something in return.

His favourite date with you isn’t some expensive restaurant, he just loves when he gets to come over to your house and order takeout while watching a movie.

That being said, he doesn’t mind going out to a fancy place if you ask. Of course, he insists on paying though.

Whenever he’s having family issues and needs to get away, he always goes to you for comfort and a place to stay until he’s back on his feet.

Speaking of family issues, even though he doesn’t always know how to voice his appreciation, you’re always there to step up and defend him against his father or anyone else whenever he can’t.

Your family adores him and constantly asks about him, he’s literally the most respectful boyfriend you could’ve asked for.

Nate definitely loves wearing couples costumes during Halloween or having a sleepover and wearing matching pyjamas during Christmas, even though he pretends it’s silly.

In conclusion, this man loves you so much and sees you as his lifetime partner, you’re just so special to him.

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[arriettyspin]

Hey so remember when Jinx became the figurehead of a revolution and the show proceeded to do nothing with that plotline at all?

[389]

Chuck Anderson 'Imagined Wreckage'

[moodlemcdoodle]

After a year of doing art in secret (and forgetting to post anything… I’m sorry I will have my backlog queued up soon!) I have finally accumulated enough power… to revive my ancient human superhero Sonic AU and make it actually good! Here’s a bunch of my sketches, mainly of Sonic and Tails but also of a bit of lore… More to come later!

[jeonqkooks]

to the loml, my beloved, may i play in the event game? hehe ;u; i would like your take on yoongi + "did i say that out loud?" + "stop looking at me like that!" ♡

i love you and congratulations again, jen oi ♡ muah~

sunlit sunday. (myg)

pairing: yoongi x reader prompts: "did i say that out loud?" + "stop looking at me like that!" genre/warnings: best friends to lovers (?), college au, fluff; mentions of drinking, barely edited word count: 1.1k note: i do not know what this is, nor why it took me over half a year to finish this drabble. cee my love you sent this ask in august 2022 and it took me literally forever to post i'm sorry 😭

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

The sun is already rising, but poor Yoongi hasn’t slept a wink. Partly because he can’t feel his left arm from where it’s being used as your makeshift pillow, partly because last night you told him you were in love with him and proceeded to pass the fuck out.

There was a party - there’s always a party every weekend when you’re in college - that Yoongi didn’t even want to go to. He just wanted to spend his Saturday night holed up in his apartment with you, pizzas and a movie. It gives him something to look forward to at the end of every week, partly because he's nothing if not a creature of habit, but mostly because he gets to spend time with you alone.

But tonight, you wanted to attend, and it didn’t take a whole lot of convincing for Yoongi to (begrudgingly) accompany you to a frat house on campus to spruce up your weekly routine. He would always complain, but you both know that he’d do anything you ask.

That's why he didn't really have anybody else to blame when he found himself having to tuck a very intoxicated you into an unfamiliar bed at 2:30AM in this greasy frat house. It wasn't exactly the best idea, but it was the only one he had. Yoongi wasn't exactly sober, and you were too drunk for him to haul you home.

You babbled nonsense the whole time he was peeling off your shoes and outer layers so you could sleep more comfortably. It was difficult - you're a squirmy drunk - but he managed in the end. When it comes to you, Yoongi has had years of experience, having known you from your early high school days together and being inseparable ever since.

He had gotten under the covers with you, about to try and coax you to sleep when you sighed dreamily at the ceiling, looking so content with whatever thoughts in your head that it felt like you could float away.

"I'm in love with Yoongi," you said, so softly that Yoongi wasn't sure if he heard you right. But even in the midst of tipsy uncertainty, his heart went berserk like it was going to run away from his body. Then you popped the ringing bubble in his head with a sharp giggle, uncaring, so oblivious. "Stop looking at me like that! Did I say that out loud?"

He didn't know what to say, even though it didn't really matter anyway. You weren't in a state of mind to comprehend everything he wanted to ask, everything he wanted to say to you. Yoongi kept his eyes on you while you kept yours on the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"You did," he muttered, averting his eyes, and you tittered again.

"Don't tell him." You turned to look at him with a finger pressed against your lips. He wasn't sure who you thought you were talking to but he didn't correct you; there was no point in doing so anyway. "It's supposed to be a secret."

He doesn't remember what he said next, if he even said anything at all. Though it doesn't matter because you promptly passed out afterward, and it's unlikely that you'll remember any of it when you wake up.

Everything from then until now is just a jumbled mess to Yoongi, his thoughts full of what the fuck's and his chest full of borderline painful palpitations every time you snuggle further into his warmth, seeking comfort in your sleep.

The thing is, he knows that you were being honest. You meant it, because you're nothing if not an honest drunk; you've disclosed your fair share of embarrassing secrets whilst under the influence before. But never would Yoongi expect to hear those very specific words coming from your mouth, words that reflect the same sentiment that he's been trying to profess to you for years now.

They rolled off your tongue, just like that.

If he's being honest, it wounds him a little bit. He's spent hundreds and hundreds of days thinking about the perfect way to phrase his affection for you and yet, you managed to spill your feelings out without a single care in the world.

Granted, you were drunk out of your mind, but still.

Eventually, you stir from your slumber when blinding sunlight slips through the cracks between the curtains. Yoongi watches you frown before your eyes are even open, then you try to stretch for a brief moment as you look around the strange bedroom, partly alarmed, partly confused.

When your gaze finally lands on him, he catches the way your eyes soften, the edges of your confusion melting away even though he doubts that the sight of him answered any of the questions in your head.

"Morning," you say, your voice heavy with sleep.

"Morning," Yoongi replies quietly.

You share a look, one that means completely different things for the both of you. You're probably hungover, and Yoongi is in love.

So in love that he doesn't even care to berate you for making him spend the night in a random bedroom in a disgusting frat house, where a pair of (likely dirty) boxers is casually chilling draped over a chair. So in love that it expels all sense of fatigue from his body until the only thing coursing through his veins is unfiltered fondness for you and the way your eyes crinkle when you smile.

So in love that he would wait until you're awake enough to ask him to walk you home, ask him to make you your favorite hangover breakfast while you take a long, hot shower to feel like a human being again. He'd wait until you're fed and caffeinated before joining you on the couch, prepared to kill the remaining hours of the day together. So in love that he'd only wait until that moment to tell you the things he's always wanted to say, the things that have always been on the tip of his tongue but he's never been brave enough to utter them to you.

He'd tell you what you need to hear, albeit with a bruised ego that you beat him to the punch but he'd pretend that you didn't. It's a secret shared between only Yoongi and the four walls of this bedroom.

He's so in love that he would endure staying up all night in this dump when he could've been in his own bed, comfortable and clean and cozy. But it's okay because it's Sunday and the sun is out, and you were the one sleeping peacefully next to him, despite how your head made his arm go numb. It's okay because love has a tendency to make awful things feel better, even if love is only stored in a set of sleepy eyes staring at Yoongi and a whiny voice asking to go home.

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[choerypetal]

WINCHESTER!SISTER x JACK KLINE — AU

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[starrvsn]

౨ৎ ּ ׅ ۫ ✧ 。BOYS IN THE BOAT ˚₊ ꒰ PRETTY LIKE YOU !

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

𝟒𝟏𝟏. some of the ficitonal characters from the boys in the boat, reactions to you giving them flowers :)

STAR LEFT A MESSAGE! hi friends! i know i haven't posted in a while but i just recently watched the boys in the boat and i absolutely loved it! especially the cast, full of fine talented men- so here's a little something about them with more to come! if you have any requests or ideas about them please let me know!

INCLUDES ⠆joe rantz, don hume, bobby mach, george hunt and chuck day (just some of the characters im partially attached to…)

BOBBY MOCH ⠆

after their first win of the season, you greet bobby with a bouquet of flowers themed after the school's colors— immediately giving him praise and compliments about their win today. you knew he had a rough past season with the last crew, now seeing him with a new crew he trusted, something he was so passionate about. you were excited for him!

when he asks where this all came from, you shrug the gesture off as if it was nothing. stating that the flowers just reminded you of him and just had to give them to him. a wide smile tugs on his lips as he accepts them, his hand caressing yours gently. he appreciated them more than you knew. pulling you close, he presses a kiss on the crown of your head. caring less about his damp uniform or the loud crowd around you, just you and him.

“thank you lovely, these are beautiful.”

DON HUME ⠆

he's absolutely speechless, it wasn't everyday a man would recieve flowers and don didn't think he would be one of them. his eyebrows jump to his hairline when he sees you at the entrance of the shell house with a bouquet of flowers in your hands. his breath hitches as he asks where you got them from and you reply kindly that they're for him, giving him a sweet smile which he returns. you wanted to congratulate him for making the team, it wasn't easy and all the effort he put in finally paid off. a faint blush falls on his cheeks as he takes them, a beautiful arrangement of daisy's and poppy's held by a piece of brown parchment. he takes your hand tugging you into a hug, squeezing you appreciatively. there weren’t enough words to describe how much he loved them,

"this bouquet might be just as pretty as you." now you blush, playfully slapping this arm as you continue to hold him close. he wanted to keep them alive for as long as he can and maybe get you a bouquet in return. later (few months) when he sneaks you into the dorms he see's the bouquet in a glass still thriving well, making your heart swell.

JOE RANTZ ⠆

he's gotten several bouquets from several girls after winning gold in the olympics. he's received a many of gifts from different people but none of them felt as special as yours. when he saw you for the first time since their win in germany, you had planned to go out on a date to celebrate so when he comes to pick you up with his own bouquet in hand. imagine his surprise and delight when he sees you walk out of the building with your own bouquet in hand. he lets out a soft laugh in disbelief watching as you. a proud smile on your lips, almost skipping towards him.

"ever so original rantz?" you jokingly say, fiddling with the fabric of your dress. holding the flowers to him— they're almost identical to his except, he has your favorite flower in the bunch making your heart swell.

"i didn't know you were gonna get me flowers." he replies, ever so charming smile gracing his lips. you tell him you wanted to surprise him— a token of your appreciation for all that he's done, all the hard work he and all the other boys put in. he thanks you greatly, exchanging your bouquets. he presses a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips before interlocking hands and walking to your date destination.

GEORGE HUNT ⠆

george didn't really take mind to trivial things of interest like that, what his favorite flower was but he made a great deal to what yours were and he never missed the chance to give you flowers when he could— after any occasion he would give them to you. if you passed your exam or got into a fight, he'd get flowers to make it up to you. he didn't really expect to get his own flowers, as it really wasn't a thing.

so one day when practice was particularly grueling and draining, the last thing your boyfriend had expected was seeing you; with a small bouquet of flowers in your hands waiting outside the crews dorm. you were speaking with roger, keeping you company. "who are those for?" george announces himself, now standing between the two of you. you chuckle bidding roger goodbye as he leaves, now alone with your boyfriend— a timid smile forming.

"pretty flowers for a pretty boy." you proclaimed, holding out the bouquet to him. he huffs a laugh taking them carefully, admiring them. he raises a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, cradling your cheek— caressing it gently.

"these a perfect darling, just like you."

CHUCK DAY ⠆

“a new admirer giving you flowers? giving me a run for my money?” chuck eyes the bouquet in your hands, noticing that there was none of your favorite flowers in them— what kind of admirer were they? you let out a soft giggle that sounds like music to his ears. he won't lie, a slight pang of jealousy hits him at the thought of another man giving you flowers but he'd ask you another day.

"no silly, they're for you." you reply, standing from the bench to give them to him. he lets out a small breath of relief, practically melting at the gesture. he takes a hand that was stuffed in his pocket to take the flowers from you, eyeing them carefully. you tell him that some of the flowers had meaning— like the red tulips and daisy's meaning love. his gaze softens as you continue to explain, a loving smile gracing his lips as he admires your face and the bouquet. lovingly, he plucks a flower from the bouquet and tucks it behind your ear

"you're so sweet you know that." his hand running down your arm, grasping your hand gently rubbing your knuckles. you almost swoon— tilting your head in admiration "well you deserve the best, i hope you know." he knows, with you around it's hard to forget.

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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.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Can you do “do any of the clothes you’re wearing belong to you?!” from the poly prompts with the reader and non judging breakfast club ?

sure thing! thanks for the poly njbc request btw <3

(original prompt list can be found here btw in case y'all wanna request something)

Sharing Is Caring (poly Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn reader)

Warnings: makeout session between the reader and Chuck, offscreen sex/implied smut, hickeys mentioned, fluff other than that

It wasn't always easy being in a polycule, especially one with four of the most well-known Upper East Siders there ever were, but if there was one perk to the chaos of it all it was you never had to worry about running out of clothing.

Take now, for example. You couldn't find any of your own clothes, so naturally you just scouted around the shared penthouse for something, anything to wear before heading out for the day. You were meeting Dan for coffee and didn't want to end up being late.

After what seemed like forever, you were finally able to get together enough articles of clothing to make an outfit, and with that you were off, not bothering to check who the clothes belonged to before leaving. You were sure your partners wouldn't mind if you borrowed their stuff. They never did, because to them it was just further proof you were theirs.

"Hey," you greeted Dan in a slightly breathless voice, having rushed out of the penthouse to the coffee shop so you'd make it on time. "Sorry, my alarm didn't go off. What's up?"

"Well, I see the maid forgot to get your laundry done this morning," he quipped dryly while his eyes flickered along your form, noting the mismatched clothing. Nate's pants, Blair's shirt, Serena's scarf, Chuck's jacket... "As a matter of fact, do any of the clothes you're wearing belong to you?"

"Haha, Dan. Very funny." You rolled your eyes lightheartedly at the question, though you took the moment to glance down at your outfit before realizing he was right. "Um... my underwear is mine, I think. Maybe, I don't know. I didn't really check before putting clothes on."

"Ew," he responded as his nose wrinkled up in disgust. "That was a little bit more information than I needed to know."

"Hey, you asked. I was just answering your question," you gave a casual, unbothered shrug as you replied.

"Whatever. I didn't meet up with you so I could talk about whether the underwear you have on is yours or not," he said before changing the subject to something else. The two of you chatted for a good hour or so, starting to walk down the streets together after getting your coffee. You were just about to point out the time when a limo pulled up alongside the sidewalk. It didn't take a genius to realize who it belonged to.

Dan rolled his eyes while muttering something about unnecessary wealth, which you just ignored. The window to the backseat rolled down, revealing none other than Chuck. "I was in the area and figured you may need a ride given how cold it is," he spoke in that smooth baritone of his before you could ask what he was doing there.

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. As if he didn't already know about you meeting up with Dan from Serena. You knew you couldn't trust her to keep her mouth shut. "Oh, I'm sure you were just 'in the area'," you said as he got out, holding the door open for you while shooting Dan a smug look that said "I get to have more time with them than you do".

"I guess I'll just catch up with you later, then," Dan grumbled as he watched you disappear into the back of the limo, clearly not too pleased about his meet-up with you getting cut short.

"Bye, Dan," you called out once Chuck got back in and the limo started to pull away, putting the window back up so the car wouldn't be affected by the cold chill in the air. You spoke again after a moment or so. "We need to stop by the penthouse before lunch so I can change."

"Why do you need to change? I think you look absolutely delectable in what you're wearing," Chuck purred out as his eyes flickered hungrily up and down your body where you sat in the backseat, taking in your choice of clothing.

"Nothing that I'm wearing is mine, Chuck. None of it matches, either," you began, your next sentence getting cut off by a squeal of surprise as he pulled you into his lap.

"You don't need to change. You look fine," he insisted as his hands held onto your hips, keeping you in his lap as he pulled you in for a needy kiss. "Besides, I'm sure the others would agree with me."

"Blair wouldn't. She'd think I look like an unorganized mess," you pointed out between kisses, instinctively tilting your head to the side as he started to trail his mouth down your jaw to your neck.

"Well, she's just going to have to deal with it, because we're not stopping." Chuck was a man of his word. Rather than taking you back to the penthouse so you could get changed, he took you in the backseat instead before you met with the rest of your partners for lunch.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you once you got there and wrapped an arm snugly around your waist so your legs wouldn't give out, knowing how weak they currently were from your earlier activities. You were just happy the scarf you had on was hiding the fresh hickeys on your neck.

Everyone had the expected response to seeing you wear their clothes. Serena thought you looked amazing regardless, Blair questioned your taste minus the shirt you had on (and that was only because it belonged to her), and Nate had to be told who's clothes they were by Serena after commenting on how familiar they looked.

"Why couldn't you just put on your own clothes this morning?" Nate questioned in confusion, his head tilted slightly to the side in a way that you all agreed made him look like a puppy dog. A golden retriever, to be exact.

"Because I couldn't find any this morning when I looked, and I didn't want to be late to meet Dan." Noticing the scowl on Chuck's face at your words, you added, "Oh, relax. And unclench your jaw before you crack a tooth."

Serena giggled at the interaction before reaching her hand across the table to rest on top of yours. "Well, I think our stuff looks good on you. After all, sharing is caring, right?"

You couldn't argue with her there. Sharing was caring, especially in your case. And given just how much you loved your partners and the dynamic you shared with them, you wouldn't have it any other way.

End notes: I know there wasn't a big section with the actual njbc but I'm always eager to write more for them if y'all want!

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