#his face is so mesmerising i can stare at him for hours

[hariboz]

ricky is so unbelievably fine it’s actually messing with me when i look at him i’ve never seen a man as stunning as him before

[rafeysbunny]

heyyyyyyyy! I have a thought. Do you think that reader could get rafe to beg? Like maybe he did smth that pissed reader off so she’s been ignoring him but rage just can’t take it anymore? I love your writing so honestly just go crazy

-👻 anon

a/n; first ask, i'm so excited! in answer to your question: yes! absolutely, yes! this man is soo pussy whipped, he'd do anything for reader. ty for the request, babe!

two hours of you giving rafe the cold shoulder it's all it takes for him to break. he knows he fucked up greatly, but you're just being so mean that he cannot help the way his lips curl into a pout as he kneels in front of you, pleading for your forgiveness.

only you could get rafe motherfucking cameron to beg like this.

"baby, 'm so, so sorry," he apologizes, big hands gripping onto your plush thighs tightly so you can't get away from him this time, not again. "forgive me, yeah? i know i screwed up, and i'm sorry."

his lips start peppering kisses over the sliver of bare skin under the hem of your top as he keeps muttering words of repentance, the actions making your heart melt. "it won't happen again, i promise to you, angel."

"i'm really pissed at you right now, rafe," you address him for the first time in hours, voice tone sharp.

he doesn't care how cold you sound, though, the fact that you're finally talking to him instead of ignoring his presence nearly makes him cry happy tears. how embarrassing is that? he can't believe you got him this hooked. he should be the one in charge, not you, but, let's be honest, he's too in love with you to even care anymore.

"i know, baby, i'm sorry," he repeats for the hundredth time, puppy, blue eyes staring up at you entreatingly. "what can i do for you to forgive me? i'll do anything, just please, stop being mad."

"anything?"

a mischievous smirk spreads across your pretty face, your mind already conjuring up all the filthy ways he could make it up to you.

"anything, angel."

that's how he ends up tied up to the bed, hands desperately tugging at the fluffy, pink handcuffs in a failed attempt to break free of them while you ride his pretty face. he's fucking drowning in your pussy, dick achingly hard inside his pants.

what a shame you won't make him cum this time, as a little punishment.

your hips rock against his face unabashedly, feeling the way his eager tongue parts your chubby folds to drink up your sweet essence, occasionally slipping inside your pussy to fuck you with it. his nose is rubbing your puffy clit every time you grind down, which has you mewling and shuddering atop him.

"i love you so much, baby," he'd mumble against your cunt, totally mesmerised by the hypnotic sway of your hips and your taste.

your flesh muffle his words and grunts, but you understand what he says and look down at him with adoring eyes, just to find him staring up at you in the same way, pink lips glistening with a combination of your arousal and his spit.

the sight is enough to send you spiralling into a mind blowing orgasm that makes you let out the most lewd moan you've ever made, body shaking as your legs close around his head, almost suffocating him.

"fuck, i love you too," you breath out, the aftershocks of your climax making your brain dizzy. "i forgive you, rafey."

honestly, he doesn't quite understand how this could be a punishment for him, but he's not one to complain.

more.

[gtgbabie0]

-Finnick Odair x reader

{Finnick says those three special words}

He’s so boyfriend! 💕 enjoy my lovelies

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The sun is setting, casting hues of pink and orange that shimmer along the ocean water. It’s a mesmerising sight that you can’t seem to stop looking at, despite the fact that you and Finnick come to this beach almost everyday.

He watches you with a soft smile, his heart hammering inside his chest at the way the afternoon sun kisses your skin making you glow in the most prettiest of ways. His eyes take in the shape of your lips and the curve of your nose. He’d study you for hours upon hours if you’d let him.

“You’re staring” You smile, turning your head to the side to look at him. His face reddens slightly with embarrassment, trying to cover it up with a smirk.

“I’m just enjoying the view” He replies with a playful wink, chuckling at the way you roll your eyes.

The sea ripples at your ankles as you dig your fingers through the sand looking for seashells. You have a small collection consisting of only three shells; one for the time you and Finnick went on your real first date, another for the day he got reaped and one for when he came back from winning his games.

All of them are different shapes, colours and sizes sitting neatly on your bedside table. They were the only things that got you through the days where he was gone, the memories of him live through the groves of the shells and the sound of the sea that’s trapped within them.

“This one… this one is perfect” You tell him holding up the small shell. It’s chipped slightly at the top but besides from that, it’s in great shape. You hold the shell up to his eyes nodding your head softly.

Finnick frowns ever so slightly, eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he watches you press the seashell up to the side of his face. “What are you doing?” He chuckles softly looking over at your hand.

“It matches your eye colour” You whisper as you study the different shades of greens and blues, how some are darker and lighter in areas and how they come together to mimic his eyes.

Finnick thinks you might’ve just broken him, the teasing words die on his tongue and suddenly he’s finding it hard to breathe.

“You’re gonna add it to your collection?” He grins softly as you nod, making a comment about how you’re gonna start a shrine dedicated to him and he doesn’t bother hiding the blush that dusts his cheeks.

He does the same thing, his eyes glancing up to yours and then to the sandy floor in search of a seashell. He picks up one, then another and holds them up to your eyes, his warm hand grazing against your cheek as he does so.

“You’re so beautiful” He whispers, taking notice of how the sunlight hits your eyes. You tilt your chin down to your chest as a breathless giggle falls from your lips and Finnick wastes no time in holding your jaw gently, making you look up at him.

“Why’re you shying away from me honey?” He smirks and you curse him silently because he knows damn well what he’s doing to you, especially when his thumb begins to soothe against your cheek and the space just under your eye.

“I’m not shying away” You breathe glancing down at the seashells that lay in his palm. “Have you found a match yet?” You ask before he can continue with his teasing.

Finnick looks down at the shells with a smile. “Hmm?… oh yeah, this one” He says as he hands you the seashell that matches your eye colour, it twists into a cone and the end is chipped off.

They both sit in the palm of your hand, one that resembles his and one that resembles yours, and there’s something about it that melts him, the thought that no matter what happens you’ll always have a reminder of him.

“I’m gonna add them to my collection” You smile as his eyes meet yours, full of love, an overwhelming feeling that bleeds into his chest and he just can’t seem to get enough of.

The words fall so effortlessly from his lips and he doesn’t hide away from them. “I love you” It’s such a simple declaration but the way he says it takes you back. His tone is soft but passionate, dripping with affection. A soft gasp escapes you as the words linger in the air.

Before Finnick can even begin to question himself you’re already wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “I love you too Finn” You whisper against his neck, the smell of sea salt lingers in his hair.

It’s all he’s ever wanted and more, stored in those special words and now he’s said it once he’s never going to stop. He rests his forehead against yours, his hand against your cheek as he kisses you softly, noses bumping against each other’s slightly.

“I love you so much” He says once more, against your lips with a smile. You whisper the words back in between sweet kisses that soon taper off, breaking slowly as the pair of you smile uncontrollably. He glances down at the shells in your hand, the same ones that’ll sit on your bedside table for years to come.

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[iiraven]

When Izuku lines his cock with your dripping cunt, he pauses. 

The two of you have spend over an hour with foreplay alone; him going down on you and then fucking you with his fingers before plunging his tongue back inside of your pussy again and again and again. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum, and your entire body feels almost numb safe for your aching cunt, left waiting for his thick cock. 

He watches as you clench around nothing, hips still stuttering and Izuku is not sure if that’s from your previous orgasm or if it’s an unconscious desire to have him inside of him. Regardless, he’s so mesmerised by you, your body, your wet cunt, your swollen clit that he doesn’t even notice the way he gently strokes your thighs as he stares.

“Izuku?” you look up at his face, his cheeks flushed and mouth slightly agape as if he’s never seen your naked before. 

But Izuku doesn’t look up at your face when he gently mumbles “’m sorry” before suddenly lifting your hips of the bed and putting his face back between your thighs.

You gasp at the sudden feeling “Izuku!” but can’t say anything more as he eats you out like a starved man, licking and sucking, letting the mess of your fluids drip down his chin. 

He only pulls back slightly to plunge two digits inside of you, curing them slightly as he’s done so many times before. You shake beneath him, eyes watering “I c-can’t, ‘s too much, I can’t cum again!” 

But your boyfriend leans back and kisses your thigh “yes you can, pretty girl. Look how well your pussy is taking my fingers” he speeds up his pace, the sounds of your juices just as obscene as the sight before him. “You wanna be my good girl don’t you? Cum all over my fingers? I just want to watch your pussy cum for me, you can do that, can’t you? You can do that for me?”

And of course you can, you can never say no to Izuku. 

[steveshairychest]

At exactly 9pm every night, Steve's upstairs neighbour plays his guitar just as Steve is falling asleep. It wouldn't bother Steve if it was a sweet acoustic guitar, he's sure that sound would lull him to sleep, but it's not. It's an electric guitar that screams into the night for at least 3 hours. Sure, whoever it is, is really fucking good but he's causing Steve to lose sleep and it's been going on for weeks now.

It's the night before his big medical exam that Steve decides enough is enough. He needs some fucking sleep. He doesn't even bother putting a shirt on or changing out of his pyjama pants because he really wants the 40 year old man that no doubt lives above him to know just how sleep deprived he is. Steve thinks about knocking politely but decides to bang his fist on the door instead.

Instead of the bearded old retired rock star Steve was expecting to answer the door, a young dude with crazy curls and pouty lips pulls open the door. He's also wearing pyjamas, so Steve doesn't feel too out of place.

The way the guy openly looks Steve up and down causes him to shuffle awkwardly from foot to foot.

"Can I help you?" He drawls and leans against his door frame. Steve eyes are drawn to the tattoos that cover his arms and legs, and it takes the guy clearing his throat for Steve to remember he came here with a mission, not to oggle his apparently hot upstairs neighbour.

Steve folds his arms across his bare chest, trying to hide himself from the guys burning stare. "Uh, yeah, your guitar is really loud, like crazy loud. You play it at the exact time I go to bed every night. Could you maybe turn it down? I live directly below you." He awkwardly points at the floor and shrugs.

The guy, to Steve's shock, seems genuinely sorry when he pushes off the door frame with a soft frown pulling at his lips. "Shit, really? I'm so sorry, man. I'm used to the noise, so I kind of forget how loud it really is." He pulls a piece of hair in front of his face and then quickly drops it, a look of disbelief taking over his face. "I've been working on this song for weeks! Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

An embarrassed flush creeps onto Steve's cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck. "I thought you were going to be some scary old metalhead, so I kept chickening out." Steve realises how ridiculous that sounds. He should have just come up the first night it happened.

He laughs, and Steve is mesmerised by the way the laugh causes his whole face to light up and his nose to scrunch. He looks so different, so soft. He leans against the door frame again and gestures to himself. "I'm a metalhead. Are you saying I'm not scary?"

Steve snorts. "Your garfield pyjamas are absolutely terrifying."

He glances down at his pants and t-shirt and curses softly under his breath. "I forgot to put my scary pyjamas on."

Steve's face hurts from smiling so much. This isn't how he expected this encounter to go and he's so glad Robin called him and gave him the courage to actually do it. He would never have met the sweet metalhead upstairs if it wasn't for his best friend bribing him with free food in the morning.

Shit, he's got an exam in the morning.

"I've got an exam tomorrow, so I've gotta go. Thanks for being so understanding and not super scary." Steve gives him his best smile and turns to leave, but a hand shoots out to gently stop him. His hand is cold and rough and it takes every ounce of self-restraint not to shiver as he turns back around. "Yes?"

"Would you maybe, uh, like to come to my gig on Saturday? I'm going to play the song that's been keeping you up for the first time." He chews nervously on his bottom lip and hovers in his own doorway, almost like he'll slam the door if Steve reacts negatively to the offer. He grabs something from a small table just inside his door and holds it out to Steve; it's a flyer. "We play at 8."

Steve takes the flyer from his slightly shaky hands and briefly skims it, pretends to think about his answer even though he's already mentally deciding an outfit for the show. "I think I can make it. You have to buy me a drink to make up for all the nights you've kept me awake."

He beams and nods enthusiastically, his hair bouncing. "Yeah, yeah, of course! I'll see you on Saturday then. Oh, I'm Eddie, by the way."

"Steve." They shake hands briefly; the size of Eddie's hands causes Steve's brain to short circuit. This whole interaction has been so surreal. Was Satuday a date? A hangout? Who knows? He's just excited that he'll get to see Eddie again.

"I'll see you on Saturday." Steve says with a shy smile before waving and heading back towards the stairs down to his floor.

"Night, Steve." Eddie calls out.

"Night, Eddie."

For the first time in weeks, the apartment above him is silent when he crawls into bed, but instead of falling asleep like he planned, Steve lies awake trying to figure out what on earth he is going to wear to a metal gig 5 days away.

[lovelynicho]

"So let's go see the stars"

Pairing: boyfriend!Taesan x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, little suggestive at the end

Warnings: making out in public; not proofread (lmk if I made mistakes)

Note: this has been in my mind since forever, I decided to finally write it down; it's not a request again, so sorry for that TT; english is not my first language I apologize for any mistakes

Masterlist

It was really late. You didn't know the exact time but it was definitely late. The sky is in its darkest phase, the only things that are lighting it are the little stars everywhere where you can look and the beautiful moon that has just started waning. You were on the hood of the car, laying back, Taesan on your left, laying centimetres from you, a blanket creating a soft place for both of your heads. Your pinky is tangled in his softly as both of you were just staring at the sky, momentarily taking glances at each other.

You didn't even know what you were still doing here. You went out for a car ride to watch the sunset at a good spot where the scenery is so beautiful you couldn't imagine any better. But after the sun went down the two of you decided to lay down and stargaze just for a few minutes. But those minutes turned into more and more until hours passed and you were still there. Laying on the hood of the car, too afraid to move your legs as to not cause any damage to the vehicle but still feeling comfortable. Comfortable.... because when you're together, you're always comfortable.

But even the beautiful stars and the silent thinking can get boring after some time so you decided to look at something that was even prettier than the night sky: your boyfriend. The way his black hair, that was so similar to the color of the sky, created a contrast with his pale skin was so captivating. His eyes looking straight to the sky only stopping the gazing when he had to close his eyelids for a short moment for a blink. The shape of his nose was the most outstanding as you were staring at his side profile, but you still settled on his slightly parted lips that had this beautiful pink tone and you were sure it would taste amazing if you kissed him.

"Enjoying the view?" A deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You noticed that smirk on his lips that clearly meant, he noticed your staring and definitely wanted to tease you about it.

"I couldn't help, you looked too pretty under the sky" your answer seemed to satisfy him because when you finished the sentence his smirk grew into a grin that was clearly a sign of happiness.

You looked into his eyes. So full of love. You don't think anyone has ever looked at you the way he looks at you. Those dark eyes were shining, they were even more mesmerising than the stars above you. And you don't think you have ever looked at anyone else the way you look at him, when you can feel your heartbeat in your chest and millions of butterflies in your stomach.

You loved these moments. When words weren't needed. When it was just the two of you sharing silent love. You noticed his glances at your lips right before he started to lean closer to you. Soon he closed the space between the two of you. His lips felt amazing on yours, tasting as good as you imagined before. Every single kiss with Taesan was special somehow. Maybe it was the way he gently caressed your face or waist, or maybe it was just a feeling only he could make you feel. But it was special.

Soon he broke the kiss sitting up right before he stood up to get in front of you. You tought that was the end of the night out here so you got ready to leave the hood of the car yourself, but he stopped you when you were still sitting on it.

"Stay there" he whispered so quietly you were sure that if you were just a few centimetres further from him you wouldn't even be able to hear his words. But you did what he said, you just kept sitting on the car, curious about what his plans were.

Those plans weren't so hidden for long, only for a few seconds before he put his soft lips against yours again. Moving them slowly and gently at first, but soon they got stronger. He bit softly in your lower lip and as a result you opened your mouth allowing his tounge in your mouth. The kiss that started so slow and soft turned into a passionate make out session very soon. You opened your legs so he could stand between them to get even closer to you. His hands on your waist drawing circles on the skin under your shirt while your hands were grabbing his hair making him growl into the kiss.

You don't know how long that make out session lasted. It was long. But how could you stop when he tastes so good, when he knows exactly what to do with his hands and lips and what words to whisper against your lips? "Shall we go home?" He asked. You can't just keep making out in public afterall. So you gave him a nod, excited to continue what you started the moment you step into the apartment.

[enhard]

park jongseong — “rockstar”

it’s not hype, hype, baby make you rock hard

: you accompany your friend to a rock concert, the lead guitarist was an amazing rockstar, but it seems like you were his star that night.

pairing: rockstar!p.js x fem! reader

cw: smut, non idol au, oral (m. receiving), choking, face fucking, jay is a flirt, hints of fingering (not happening here), JAY IS SO FUCKING HOTTTT

the jay and guitar brainrot is getting me BAD

not proofread, enjoy ! (MDNI)

a few days ago you got a text from a friend, telling you that she won free tickets to see her favourite band. she won two tickets, from which one was for you. you agreed to tag along with her, even though you didn’t know much about the band.. only their vague faces and a few popular songs, you still wanted to make your friend happy. —

on the day of the concert, she’s over at your place getting you ready. she does your makeup and gets you some clothes that fit the theme, excitedly looking at you. you arrive at the venue way before everyone, due to your friend’s excitement.. so you get to stand at the front of the stage. in about half an hour, the whole venue fills up, getting ready to meet their favourite band.

when the lights get dim, you can see the members running up the stage and greeting everyone. the lead singer stops in front of the stage along with the lead guitarist.

you study their faces trying to remember their names, you could recall the lead singer and the drummer but not the lead guitarist. you turn over to your friend to ask her but you were sure she wouldn’t be able to hear you over the loud screams of fans.

you just brush it off, figuring that you’d just ask her after the concert. they start performing, each song getting better than the last. at one point, you could barely hear the songs anymore due to hearing your heartbeat in your ears. your eyes fixated on the lead guitarist, analysing him from top to bottom

what clothes he was wearing, how the guitar strap hugged his shoulder, how his fingers moved on the guitar. everything about him was mesmerising, you were lucky to get such a view.

you feel your heart almost stopping when he looks at you, smirking. his pretty black eyes getting lost in yours, sparkling from the lights shining so bright. he stared at you for a good 10 seconds, a wave of disappointment washing over you when he looked to the other side of the stage. you could’ve stared at him forever.

why were you feeling like this? you’re just a normal person in the crowd and with a handsome face like that he must already be dating someone anyway. you still get pretty upset with the conclusion you drew despite being realistic.

you decide to get your mind off him, enjoying the concert to the end. you enjoy all the songs, even if you didn’t know a few of them.

after the concert ends, you wait for another hour to make sure everyone leaves so you can hangout with your friend outside the venue in peace. as you two were talking about the concert, you see the same handsome man exiting the venue. he has that stupid pretty smile plastered on his face like he’s just not making your heart beat out of your chest.

your eyes widen upon seeing him and your friend furrows her eyebrows noticing your face. “hey what’s wrong? you look like you’ve seen a ghost..” then she looks behind her. “OH MY THAT’S THEM WHAT DO WE DO??!” she yells at you, grabbing your shoulders. you just freeze in place, almost not realising that he’s ditching his members to run up to you. you both get startled by him and when he makes eye contact with you.. you just lose it.

he smiles at both of you, trying not to be so awkward. “heyyy you two! i noticed you while we were performing. nice outfits you got on!”

you can barely find your words anymore and your friend is just squealing out of excitement.

“uhh… thanks.. she actually made me the outfit..” you say, as nervous as ever.

“oh, you’re talented for sure.” he looks at your friend. then he moves those black eyes back on you. “and.. you look stunning.” you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to seem normal in front of him.

your friend gasps and smiles at you, grabbing your arm a bit.

“uh, do you guys wanna come over to our van? you seem a bit flushed.. we have water” he says, smiling.

your words get cut off before you can say anything by their lead singer calling out his name.

“JAYYYY COME BACK OUR MANAGER TOLD US TO GET TO THE VAN” he yells.

That’s right. His name is Jay.

you quickly smile at him, agreeing to go with him, dragging your friend along to make sure she isn’t gonna pass out from excitement.

you follow jay back, greet his members and get to actually talk to jay while your friend is getting their autographs on her forehead.

he gave you a fresh bottle of water, and you’re sitting alone on the van stairs.

“why… did you run up to us? i mean.. don’t get me wrong but you’re the artist after all.” you shyly say, trying not to say anything wrong.

he chuckles at you. “i figured you’d ask.. well.. i was actually looking for you and i’m glad you stayed there. ever since seeing you in the crowd i wanted to talk to you.”

you freeze a bit while looking at him. “wait.. what does this all mean..?”

“listen, i appreciate your calm spirit.. usually fans try to knock us down hugging us.”

you giggle a bit, resting your cheek on your hand. “well, i’m not a diehard fan… i actually don’t know you guys that well.. no offence of course. my friend loves you guys and i wanted to tag along, you have amazing songs though!”

he smiles admiring you. “no offence taken. i’m glad you like all of us and not just me.” he bends his neck down to look right into your eyes.

your eyes widen, making a “pardon me?” face. i mean it’s all too bad that he’s aware. he knows the eye contact did something to you, it’s irritating how much of a tease he is.

“…huh?” is all you can hear your lips voicing out.

he crosses his arms, the veins running down his forearm getting more pronounced. “exactly what you heard, i know that look. you’re telling me you fell for me first time you saw me?” you break eye contact, looking the other way. you couldn’t handle this in the first place, he’s making it way harder for you now.

you take breathing exercises to calm yourself down, still not looking at him. “how can you blame me… when you look so damn attractive?” you mumble, just loud enough for him to hear.

“there we go. you’re not too bad yourself.” he teases.. moving his hand closer to you.

“yeah well, you must have a girlfriend.. why are you doing this to me?” he gives you a pouty look, fixing your hair a bit.

“girlfriend? oh i don’t have one… do you have a boyfriend?” he politely asks.

“..no. and i don’t want one.” you scoff, crossing your arms too. “…but why do you not have a girlfriend?..i thought you had one.. just saying.”

he smiles, getting his mouth close to your ear. “because you don’t want a boyfriend.”

you turn to look back at him, getting lost in his eyes again. after a while of looking at them, you snap out of it.. your attitude towards him changing right there. “make me change my mind then.” you smile.

it really catches him off guard, his heart also beating out of his chest. you got him for good.

he slowly leans in to kiss you, not regretting anything he’s about to do.

you both kiss, a sucking hole in your stomach getting stronger and stronger with each passing second.

you make him lean back while keeping your lips on his, running your fingers through his hair.

he grabs your face, pulling you closer. little noises leave him mouth as he’s kissing you.

“your lips taste so good.” is all he says between kisses, his words owning you. he knows what he’s doing, he knows you wanted to hear that.

you break the kiss after a while, regaining your breath. you have so many thoughts circulating in your mind.. yet your most proeminent one is seeing that shirt off him.

you grab onto the collar of his shirt while getting real desperate.

“jay.. let me make you feel good. please.”

he slowly places his hands on your hips.. getting ready to do whatever you tell him.

“go ahead baby, i’m listening.”

oh his words are real challenges, they fall into that pit in your stomach like boulders. he knows you’re about to lose it yet he continues smiling at you, his jawline sharper than ever.

“let me.. let me suck you off. i promise i’ll be good for you.”

he grabs your hips harder, looking into your eyes.

“come with me. we can’t let anyone see us.”

you widely smile at his agreement, grabbing his hand to let him guide you. is this going to be just a hook up or.. something more?

you get to a more reserved place, not caring if you friend goes looking for you. oh you couldn’t care less.

you throw your lips back onto his, running your fingers all over his neck. “take it off.” you say, referring to his shirt. he breaks the kiss to do exactly that. he pulls the shirt over his head, exposing his toned body.. and a tattoo on his shoulder you couldn’t notice previously. your breath gets cut off seeing him.. he keeps getting hotter and hotter, his flirts not helping at all with this.

you make him sit down, getting on your knees in front of him. “you look so hot right now. you have no idea what you’re doing to me” you say, playing with his pants a bit.

“oh trust me i know. you’re adorable on your knees like this.” he smiles.

you playfully stick your tongue out at him for a second, before focusing on taking his pants off.

you stare at his bulge, palming it first. “this hard for me already?” you tease back.

“can you blame me.. when you look so damn attractive?” he replies, repeating your exact words in a teasing voice.

you roll your eyes at him, then taking his boxers off. your stomach twists finally seeing him exposed in front of you. he’s definitely huge, you promise to yourself that you will try to shove him as well as you can in your mouth.

you give his pink tip some kitty licks, getting ready to hopefully not choke.

you spit on his cock, pumping it a few times before shoving him in your mouth. he leans in to grasp your hair into a ponytail, licking his lips trying not to moan already.

you take him little by little, stopping when you feel like it’s enough for you. bopping your head up and down, you grab onto his thighs for support. he enjoys it at first, however it wasn’t enough for him. he wanted you to take him in whole. he pushes your head down on him, making you choke.

he leans his head back, moans escaping out of his throat. “fuckk..such a good girl.”

his words keep you going, even if he got you drooling and gagging on his cock. you use to your tongue to lick all over his tip while sucking him good.

all there could be heard are his moans and the sounds of you choking.

after a bit, he gets closer and closer to his release. you feel him twitching against your throat but he just grabs onto your head to thrust into your mouth himself.

he fucks your face so good, and you certainly let him do whatever he wants.

“baby..i’m gonna cum.. ‘m cumming..” he keeps repeating, releasing the grasp on your head. you pull him out of your mouth, stroking him a few more times and letting him shoot his cum all over his abdomen.

he moans uncontrollably when he cums, apologising for being so loud after. you love his noises, but you still need to keep a bit quiet.

after he gains his breaths back, he smiles at you.

“you’re really good.” he says. “don’t brush my ego now.. but i know i am.” you laugh.

suddenly he makes you get on top of him, his fingers creeping down to your jeans.

“now wanna see what my fingers can do except playing the guitar?”

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Stuck

requested?: no pairing(s): nishimura riki x gn!reader genre: fluff warning(s): just pure fluff, riki gets stuck in a baby swing (poor baby) summary: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 word count: 785 a/n: hello!! sorry i have been very inactive, but i promise i will get the the other two riki drabbles out today! hope you have all had a wonderful day/evening/night, remember to eat and drink something, mwah!

it wasn’t rare for you and riki to go missing on late night walks, but it was quite rare for the both of you to go missing for longer than two hours.

tonight was like the usual night, riki sent you a message to come outside and go on a walk with him to the local park so the two of you could hang out, so you did. you both had a very slow walk up to the local park, which at this time of night, was very quiet.

there was swings, a small climbing frame, a slide, a roundabout, a sandpit and some benches dotted around. you both started off sitting on the benches and talking about life, until you moved to the roundabout which riki pushed you both, the slide which both of you took turns on and then the swings.

at first, riki was pushing you as high as he could, with you laughing loudly and telling him to stop, which he didn’t. riki then claimed he had gotten tired from pushing you and sat on the swing next to you, with both of you just sat swinging yourselves softly, enjoying eachother’s presences silently.

“how much do you bet i can get into that baby swing” riki said, breaking the silence and staring at you with a manic smile on his face.

“not a lot, riks. you may be able to get in, but you probably won’t get back out” you stated, riki’s grin widened.

“is that a dare, or a double dare?” his grin turned into a smirk. you gave him a pointed look, but he didn’t listen and instead made his way over to the one baby swing in the park.

“nishimura riki, don’t you dare!” you try to stop him, but to no avail as riki started climbing leg by leg into the baby swing.

you watched him as he, very surprisingly, managed to get himself into the baby swing.

“see, that wasn’t hard at all” he smiled. you got up and made your way over to him, standing directly in front of him.

you grabbed his chin with your index finger and thumb, making him look up at you. you looked back down at his dark brown eyes as he layed his chin on your chest to look directly up at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

after a few moments of silence, and you running your hands through riki’s hair, riki broke the silence again.

“i love you, sweetheart” he whispers, kissing your chest softly.

“i love you too, bub” you smile, leaning down to kiss him.

your lips connected in a sweet and tender kiss, working against eachother as you were both lost in the moment. the moonlight was illuminating your skin as you pulled away. riki looked at you, fully mesmerised by you. you both stared into eachother’s eyes for a few minutes before you managed to rip your eyes from his and read the time on your lock screen.

00:24

missed call from Jake

“we should get going. jake is probably wondering where we are” you say, looking back at riki, who was still staring at you as if you were the most gorgeous thing in the whole world.

he eventually snapped out of his gaze and nodded with a small “yeah” while you went over to the corner of the park where you had left your stuff to grab it until you heard the rattle of the swing chains behind you. you turned around and saw a worried looking riki.

“uhm” he mutters, trying to get one of his legs out of the leg holes.

“are you stuck?” you ask teasingly.

“no” he says quietly, not wanting to admit it.

“are you sure?” you tease.

“m’ sure” he tries to get his leg out again.

“do you want me to call jake?” you take a step forward, coking your head sideways in a teasing manner.

“yeah” he mutters shyly.

you let out a small laugh and pull out your phone so you can call jake. you were surprised that jake asked no questions about why you were both out this late and stuck with the simple question. why the fuck was riki in a baby swing in the first place? you and jake had both laughed it off while rikisat in the baby swing, pouting like a little kid who had just been told he had to leave the park.

jake arrived a few minutes later, and you all (you and jake) had a good laugh getting riki out of the baby swing. it was safe to say riki had learned his lesson to never climb into a baby swing ever again.

[taytrashmouth]

Heyy I was wondering if u could do prompt 22 with peeta I’ve been having peeta brainrot for so long 😭

tysmm!!

This is so real!!!!! Peeta supremacy. I really hope you love it.

Prompt 22: “You’re staring!”

Requests are open so please send them in!!!!!!!! Prompts under my profile.

(Set before the games)

:readmore:

It was a cold day in district 12, the snow had started to fall. But it was a good day, because you had somehow giggled your way into getting a date with Peeta Mellark.

You pulled your small brown bag, that’s been patched up so many times you couldn’t tell which fabric was the original. And began to walk to the bakery.

You pulled your dark blue beanie over your ears as you approached the door. You contemplated for a minute before knocking.

Peetas family were gathering supplies from the local market, they wouldn’t be back for the next few hours.

He opened the door and smiled the minute he saw you. You smiled back.

“Hey.” He ushered you inside, looking at the snow that dusted your shoulders.

“You must be freezing.” He took your coat and put it over the chair by the entrance.

“Only slightly.” You joked.

“You’ve got- umm snow.” Peeta pointed to your eyelashes. You giggled “oh, would you?”

You closed your eyes and he gently dusted the snowflakes off of your long eyelashes.

His hand lingered on your cheek as you opened your eyes.

“Thanks.” You spoke just above a whisper.

“I’m making bread.” He let out as he pulled his hand away. You smiled at his awkwardness.

“I’m glad! Your bread is like what I look forward to the whole week.” You told him as you walked to the kitchen.

He smiled shyly.

“I just need to get this in the oven and then we can do whatever you want.” He spoke, walking over to a metal bowl where the dough had been rising.

You sat on the kitchen counter and watched him knead the bread. You were mesmerised by the muscle in his arms, and the way he used his whole body to knead the dough.

He was talking about something but if you were honest you didn’t know what.

“Y/n-“ he called and you broke out of your trance. “You’re staring…” he smiled cockily.

You turned crimson looking at your hands and swinging your legs. “Sorry-“

“Don’t be…” he let out as he placed the bread into the oven.

“Come on.” He spoke and helped you down from the counter by your hips.

You blushed more.

He led you to the living room where a fire was going, it was small like all the houses in 12. But it was nice. Cozy.

You took your beanie off and attempted to smooth out your hair. Messy curls bouncing everywhere.

There was a severe lack of chairs in the living room. All single chairs in every corner of the room and a huge table in the middle. Furniture wasn’t one of the luxuries the Capitol provided.

You noticed some daisies lying on the table. Peeta picked them up. “I- I uh picked these for you. They grow down by the river.”

You smiled. “They’re beautiful.” You smelt them.

“Like you.” You both blushed then.

He took a daisy out of the bouquet and placed it behind your ear.

After a while of talking Peeta spoke “what do you wanna do? Unfortunately when it’s snowing there’s not much to do is there?”

“We could read.” You suggested fishing a book from your bag.

“Where did you get that?” Peeta examined it in awe.

“My dad, he knows a guy in 7 that owned a library before the rebellion. He’s really old. But every month my dad travels to get wood from 7 for our district and he gives him a book for me to read.” You explained.

“That’s amazing.”

“Yeah, when I was little he said that if the Capitol ever crumbles the library’s mine.” You smiled at the memory.

“You’ll have to take me with you.”

“Always.” You looked at every feature on his face. “You can lend some of them anytime you want. I have a feeling we’re gonna have to wait a long time for the whole library.” You joked and Peeta laughed

I would love to, but I’m not that great at reading.” He hesitated to speak. You could tell he was embarrassed.

“That’s okay, my mom taught me. Honestly I don’t blame you, schools here just care about coal and the rebellion.”

“Yeah…I’m sorry by the way.” He was talking about your mom. She died a few years back.

“It’s okay.” You smiled sadly.

“I can read to you if you want.” You offered.

He nodded. Hiding his excitement.

He sat on one of the chairs, and you sat on the floor next to him.

“Hey don’t sit on the floor.” Peeta sat up.

“No no! I’m fine, you won’t hear from over there, really.” You insisted.

“Sit with me.” Peeta suggested.

Blush crept into his face the second he said it.

“You don’t have t-“

“I want to.” You stood up.

He sat back onto the seat squeezing as far right as he could. You tried to squeeze next to him but you were half on top of him. You were both tomato’s.

He carefully placed his hand on your lower back and under your thigh. You took a sharp breath in as he moved you to sit on his lap, legs over the armrest.

“Is this okay?” He asked.

“Perfect.”

You began to read and he held onto every word. He was in deep and he knew it. He watched your lips move and the way you smiled when something good happened. And giggled when something romantic happened.

“Peeta-“ he broke from his trance when he realised you weren’t reading anymore.

“You’re staring.” You smirked.

Now he was the blushing mess. “It’s hard not to.” He moved some hair behind your ear.

You squealed and hurried your head in his chest at how perfect he was. He chuckled and stroked your hair as you continued to read, head on his chest.

[abiiors]

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 — 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒

✧ — 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

✮ a/n: we're entering sad girl hours beware. also you might see familiar characters in this one

✮ cw: mentions of smut, suggestive content, slut-shaming, physical fights

✮ wc: 3.3k

matty’s hips slam into her ass, and jules moans into the pillow. her long, wavy hair is fisted in his hands, as matty thrusts into her, rougher than he ever has. 

it feels good though—her body is on fire, sticky from sweat and burning with desire, but she can’t get enough of this, of him. once or twice she even bites onto the pillow. 

there’s no one in the house anymore, no one but the two of them, but jules tries not to scream loud enough to alert the neighbours. 

“wanna hear you, darling, please,” matty complains immediately. 

her heart sinks. darling… for weeks she’s not said a single thing against it, against his use of pet names despite it being one of their rules. but now she can’t bear to hear it, can’t bear to look at him while he fucks her. in fact, the last few times, they’ve had sex, she’s insisted they do it this way—him behind her, her cheek squished into the pillow. 

it feels better this way, she lies to herself and to him. 

truth is she can’t bear to look at him without making her thoughts fully known. 

he groans, pounding into her harder, and in spite of herself, she moans. she’s close now, about to cum for the third time tonight. 

“fuckfuckfuck,” matty chants, thrusting deep, and jules feels him cum. 

she clenches around him as his cock twitches, cumming with a cry of her own. her thighs burn from the strain and she practically collapses on the bed, utterly exhausted and completely drained 

matty’s not far behind her, he walks two steps to throw away the used condom and then slides behind her in bed.

“that was hot,” he breathes, sliding her sweaty hair away from the nape of her neck. for a second she’s scared he’s going to place a small kiss on her skin. but he only brushes her hair away further. 

“was i rough?”

“a bit,” she speaks in a hushed voice, still catching her breath, “but i liked it.”

her back is still turned towards him—she can’t face him just yet, not while she feels so vulnerable—but she can feel his mood shift. 

“is…” his voice catches a little, “is something wrong?”

“no, why would you think that?”

for a second he’s silent, and she wonders if he’s going to make her face him. jules just waits for him to speak, staring out the window at the crescent moon. 

“nothing, i—” he sighs, getting out of bed, “i’m probably overthinking.”

she finally turns to look at him then, schooling her face into a carefully neutral mask. he’s in the process of getting dressed, walking around the room completely naked while he looks for the clothes they tossed away so carelessly. she can’t help steal a few glances at his cute butt, at his back and tattooed arms, at his curls that are now slightly longer. 

a second later he finds and puts on his underwear.

“matty?”

he turns to look at her, jumping in place to get his jeans on, “yeah?”

like an idiot she stares—a bit mesmerised—at his stomach and chest and all that skin on display, skin that she has touched and caressed and kissed a million times. and yet she feels breathless.

“jules?” his voice brings her out of her stupid head. he’s grinning, she sees, smiling in a way that makes her heart stagger in her chest. “your head’s in the clouds. did i fuck you that good?” he asks, voice tinged with smugness. 

“don’t call me that again,” she responds. 

matty frowns, about to ask clarification, when she sits up and clutches the sheets around her chest. “‘darling’. don’t call me that again. we agreed on no pet names.”

“oh…” she wonders if his face falls then, at least she thinks it does. the spark in his eyes vanishes giving way to dullness. then again, she’s probably projecting it. 

“sorry, yeah, you’re right,” he mumbles quickly, putting his t-shirt back on. “won’t happen again.”

and that’s what she wants, isn’t it? no pet names? still, her heart sinks when he smiles at her, so much forced and fake this time. 

“good night, jules,” he gives her a little wave, already turning away.

when the door shuts behind him with a soft thud, jules wonders if that’s what disappointment sounds like.

jules: will you come over tonight?

it’s a week later that she’s in bed, bored and horny and missing him. no, she corrects herself, missing his body. 

a minute later her phone dings.

matty: can’t. i’ve got a movie night with cleo  matty: can’t miss that jules: cleo?

her hands tremble while she types the name. it’s unmistakably a girl’s name. another girl’s name. and he’s got a movie night with her which sounds unmistakably like a date night… 

their last rule echoes in her ears—if one of us meets someone, we end this immediately.

matty: oh shit i forgot to tell u abt her didn’t i matty: it’s all been so sudden matty: she’s a childhood best friend. just got back from new york and i want to spend time with her. it’s been so long without her

every words she reads makes her feel worse and worse. she’s not jealous, jules repeats in her head. she’s not, she’s not, she’s not. she’s just…disappointed that she can’t get laid tonight. yeah, that’s what is it… 

matty: wednesday? matty: if ur free? jules: i am :) 

but wednesday morning comes and goes without matty telling her what time he’s coming over. even as afternoon passes and the sun continues its descent west, jules gets no message from him. he’s just busy, she tells herself—busy with his job and music and busy with… with cleo. her stomach feels sour every time she thinks about the other girl. 

it’s all rather dramatic, jules tells herself, he can have female friends. it would be absolutely psychotic of her to be angry about that. and yet as evening turns to night and there’s no sign of him, she can’t help but feel it’s because he’s with the other girl. 

there are no clinks on her bedroom window, no bell ringing in her flat. no new messages on her phone despite how many times she checks it. 

not until practically after midnight anyway when she’s already on the verge of falling asleep. still, when her phone rings, jules jumps on it. smiling like an idiot when matty’s name flashes on the screen. 

“i am so sorry,” he launches into an apology the moment she picks up. “so, so fucking sorry, jules. i know i said wednesday, and then i got so busy with cleo, i completely forgot…”

a stone settles into the pit of her stomach. matty’s still apologising, explaining why he stood her up, but jules can barely hear the words over the blood rushing in her ears. 

he forgot about her because he was with cleo. 

“matty,” she interrupts him, voice as level as she can muster, “‘s alright. she’s your best friend, i get it.”

truth is she doesn’t get it. she doesn’t get how he could have completely forgotten to send her even a quick text to inform her he’s busy. even just a simple ‘rain check?’ would have sufficed. 

but now she looks at the clock, at it nearing half past midnight while on call with someone who couldn’t even be bothered to cancel on her properly, and all she feels is dirty. cheap. like she’s a thing to be used and discarded. 

“jules?” matty interrupts her train of thoughts and she realises he’s waiting for a response. 

“sorry the network’s a bit shit,” she makes an excuse. “can you repeat that?”

“i said are you free on saturday? i’ve got a gig and i want you to be there.”

in spite of herself, she smiles a little at that. any excuse to watch matty on stage is good enough for her. besides, she’s wanted to watch him properly for months now. watch him without running away. 

“yeah?”

“mmhmm.” there’s a smile in his voice. jules smiles too. 

“i’ll be there then, text me the address.”

“oh and,” matty interrupts just as she’s about to hang up. “we’re getting drinks at firebug afterwards. will you be there?”

“i will,” she agrees instantly. 

“good,” he sounds like he’s smiling ear to ear, “i can’t wait for you to meet cleo too. see you saturday!”

and then he’s gone while jules sits there like an idiot with the phone clutched against her ear. 

can’t wait for you to meet cleo…

of course, she’ll be there. of course she will. why did jules think otherwise?

saturday is dull until carly turns up in the evening to get ready for the gig. it’s a nice surprise, jules thinks. she’s missed her friend. she’s been way too alone in this flat. and sure she likes having her freedom and privacy, but jules is still grateful that she’s not a ghost haunting this flat for at least one evening. 

they get ready dancing to paramore hits and belting to classic arctic monkey’s albums. carly helps her with a smokey eye and jules in turn paints carly’s nails for her. mostly they talk. 

it fills her heart with warmth to see how much in love carly looks, how happy she looks while talking about the last few weeks. 

“how are things with nico?” she asks, picking through a whole box of lipsticks for the perfect shade she wants. jules freezes. 

“good,” she says, busying herself in picking a perfume, “casual.”

and it’s not a lie. they are good and casual—things with a boy who is certainly not nico. 

“and you’re happy with casual?” carly opens up the lipstick she’s picked and looks at jules in the mirror. 

“casual is good,” she nods. that is maybe a half-truth at best. 

still, jules refuses to look at carly, refuses to acknowledge her stare that she feels burning in the side of her face. jules knows she will give herself away the moment she looks at carly. 

“should we leave?” she mumbles, practically fleeing out of the bathroom to look for her purse.

thankfully carly drops the subject in favour of blasting songs on their way over. she’s driving, and so jules stares out the window, occasionally singing along to the songs blasting through the speakers just to appease carly. 

she’s even more relieved when the venue comes into view. 

carly drags her to the barricade the moment they get inside. she wants to be front and centre and jules can’t disagree. she wants to experience this properly, wants to see him in his element. 

while they wait for the band, carly taps her on the shoulder. 

“that’s cleo, i think,” she points to a girl only a little farther away from them, “matty’s best friend.”

jules’ heart sinks further. the girl carly’s pointed at is gorgeous. there’s no other way to put it. she’s tall and beautiful, in a tiny black dress that fits her like a glove. her shoulder length black hair shine in the dim lights of the venue. jules even catches the hint of a lip piercing. 

fuck. 

this is the best friend. she has never stood less of a chance. 

and yet when the first notes of piano blare over the speaker, jules instantly turns her attention back to the stage. 

she had planned to get herself a few drinks while watching them, just let loose for today. but watching them is simply mesmerising. 

she can’t stop staring at the way george hits the drums with utmost precision, how he’s always in perfect timing. she watches ross’s fingers move on the bass, watches him smile to himself when he gets particularly difficult parts right. she watches adam get lost in the music, how his whole body vibrates with energy with each strum of the guitar. 

and then there’s matty. 

on that stage, he shines in a way jules has never seen him before. he glows from within and basks in the light that is purely him. he moves like the stage is an extension of his body; a born performer, a natural frontman. she gets lost in his voice. he engages the audience, flirts with them and makes them laugh, then serenades them with the sweetest melancholy.

often he stares at jules, waving and smiling at her, and moving onto other parts of the crowd, moving onto cleo. 

jules can’t help herself. against her better judgement, she stares at the other girl. 

cleo has a camera in her hands, held up and trained on… on george? jules frowns a little, watching more intently. she clicks, takes one photo after the other, all photos of george. 

that is…interesting. 

“cleo, right?” jules is tapping on her shoulder before she can stop herself. “looks like your camera loves george.”

she burns with mortification the moment that sentence leaves her mouth. she had no business saying anything like that! what an odd thing to say to a complete stranger. and yet cleo looks like she’s been caught in a lie. 

“i don’t–it’s not…” she sighs, “it doesn’t.” 

her sentence is short and clipped. frankly jules deserves it. and yet something about the way cleo looks eggs jules on. “he’s really good though, isn’t he?”

as if in a trance, cleo nods. “don’t be shy,” jules continues, “he’s actually a real sweetheart.”

cleo’s jaw drops a little. jules, unable to just fucking stop, continues her word vomit.  

“and you know this…” cleo raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. 

“oh i hook up with matty sometimes, kinda friends with benefits if you wanna call it that,” jules recites it like it’s a practised sentence. 

“they’re roommates,” she continues, “we’ve talked a couple times when he’s caught me trying to sneak out in the mornings.” 

cleo says nothing. curiously enough, she grimaces though. and why wouldn’t she… jules wants to hit herself because she’s already crossed a million different boundaries. and so she retreats, smiling apologetically.  

“anyway, i’m sorry, it’s none of my business. i just got a bit excited.” 

cleo waves it off distractedly, mumbling a quiet thank you. 

“i’m jules, by the way,” she holds out her hand and cleo takes it instantly. 

“cleo,” the girl smiles. a real dazzling smile. 

jules gives her hand one last squeeze and goes back to watching the show, yelling out the lyrics with matty.

“you came,” matty cheers the moment he sees jules, “you came!”

her heart melts in her chest, and she can’t help but laugh along with his enthusiasm. the other three are just walking up behind him. they talk to each other excitedly and just like him, they can’t stop grinning.

“should we leave?” he murmurs, mouth so close to hers she can feel his breath tickling his cheek. “please, i—” he swallows thickly and she sees the desire in his eyes. for her… it’s for her… 

the cool air caresses her sweaty, sticky skin and makes her shiver in pleasure, the moment they step outside. matty holds her hand and pulls her behind him, and he still hasn’t stopped staring. she feels his eyes linger on every single inch of her body, on the dress she’s so carefully chosen for tonight despite knowing better. 

the next thing she knows, matty’s holding her against the wall as he kisses her bare neck. he caresses her breasts through the dress and makes her writhe against him. 

“kiss me,” jules pleads and his warm mouth is capturing hers. 

his lips are soft and electricity zings through her at the contact. he kisses with such reckless abandon that it steals her breath away. her fingers tangle themselves into his hair as she kisses him back hungrily. 

jules can’t care less about how public this is, there’s only him in this moment. she bunches her hands in his t-shirt and pulls him closer. he’s already so hard against her but his hands are so soft. his lips are so delicate but his kisses are nothing but hungry. 

she hears drunken laughter nearby, probably strangers going about their night. she ignores that in favour of feeling the wall dig into her back, in favour of feeling his thigh between her legs, brushing her clit. 

and then there’s a clap. one and then another and another. jules pulls away, freezing at the sight of max.

one look at her face and she knows he’s livid, probably the angriest she’s ever seen him. 

“are you having fun, baby?” his voice is cold and cruel. jules tries not to curl into herself, but her heart speeds up in her chest for all the wrong reasons. next to her, she feels matty straighten. 

“piss off, mate,” matty warns, his voice unlike she’s ever heard. “what she does is none of your business.”

“oh isn’t it, healy?” max sneers, ugly in the moonlight.

“max…” jules warns, “stop it and go, please.”

“look at you, juliette,” he tuts. jules reels back at the use of her full name. her stomach flips and she tastes bile. jules swallows thickly to get rid of the sour taste on her tongue. max just laughs like a lunatic. 

“are my sloppy seconds good, healy?” he taunts. jules knows he’s just trying to goad matty, he’s looking for a fight and she’s not about to give him that. 

“leave,” she says again, more confident than the last time. 

“shut up, juliette,” he barks at her, and before she knows what’s happening, matty moves. 

times slows for her as she sees him balling her hands into a fist, raising it, and then with a sickening crunch, it connects with max’s jaw. max staggers back and falls flat on the ground. he clutches his face and howls, pathetic and sad. 

“don’t fucking talk to her like that,” matty growls. 

jules doesn’t know what comes over her. all she knows is that she needs to get out of here before max gets up, she needs to get matty out of here. and so she holds onto him and pulls with all her strength. it takes a little but eventually she manages to pull him back into the venue, almost on the verge of crying and shaking with anxiety. 

“are you okay?” matty cups her face, so tender and soft it breaks her fucking heart. 

“you can’t do that!” she yells and brushes his hand away with much more force than necessary. “you can’t fucking do that!”

there are tears streaming down her face, salty, hot tears that clog up her throat and make it hard to speak but jules is determined and angry. 

“jules, i—”

“no!” she holds up her hand. 

matty looks nothing like he did just minutes ago. his face is full of confusion and anger and… and heartbreak, she thinks. he looks like he’s about to cry too. 

“when you do shit like that,” she continues, unable to control herself, “when you look at me like that and i don’t know fucking…protect me like that, it makes me want more!” 

she’s yelling now, her voice cracking and hoarse and echoing around the venue. 

“it makes me want things i can’t have!”

matty takes a step forward, his hand stretched out like he just wants to pull her into a hug. but jules steps away and out of his reach. 

“if you’ll just listen,” he pleads. 

jules shakes her head. “no, you listen,” she holds up a finger pointed straight at him. “you can’t make me want things i can’t have!”

roughly she wipes away her tears, still shaking. 

“this was a mistake,” jules mumbles. “this was a mistake…”

and then she turns away from him, not bothering to look back even once. she turns away and runs because she knows nothing good is going to come out of it if she decides to stay.

[dried-mushroom]

You came in my dash like saving grace after the man himself came to me in dreams.

Can I request you write something, ANYTHING honestly, for Harlan? :)

- 🧠

Aww, thank you. I'm trying to listen to more of Harlan's interviews to get a better understanding of him. I pray this isn't too OOC and this fic is focused on a younger Harlan, but dw I will write for older Harlan too. Also for the love of god if you don't like this just scroll <3

Sundress

Harlan Ellison x fem! reader

You sat there, playing with the hem of your dress absentmindedly, while you could hear Harlan's fingers eagerly typing away at his typewriter, a sound you've come to love. He had been writing for the last couple of days and you had become oh-so bored waiting for him to finish.

You got up from the couch and walk down the carpet-clad stairs to Harlan's office. You leaned against the doorframe, books littered the walls of the room, sticky notes plastered on the shelves, random trinkets spread around, and there he was, slouched over the typewriter, typing endlessly. You broke him out of his trance,

"Harlan honey, how are you going with it?"

Harlan tilted his head back, his yellow tinted sunglasses falling up the bridge of his nose, a small smile crept on his face at your presence. He enjoyed the sight before him, you in a short sundress and he loved the way you looked at him with those innocent, pleading eyes.

"Mhm, It's almost finished. C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done writing."

Your smile widened and you sauntered over to Harlan, your hands brushing his shoulders lightly and you sat down facing him. You didn't fail to notice how tight his blue dress shirt was around his biceps and chest, you couldn't help the flush of heat that rushed to your face as you felt one of his hands run along your thigh and squeeze softly.

Harlan looked up at you, his blue eyes boring into yours. He pulled you closer to him, and mumbled into the crook of your neck,

"You're a distracting little thing, aren't you? God, you're mesmerising."

You felt him nip your neck softly, a moan bubbling up in your throat. Reluctantly he pulled his mouth away and began typing again much to your dismay. You ran a hand through his soft brown hair, relishing in the closeness between you both.

"What are you writing about honey."

Harlan smiled against your skin, pleased that you showed an interest in his writing when you could be spending the day relaxing or focusing on your own interests.

"It's a story called Phoenix Without Ashes. It's about Devon, a farmer banished for challenging his community's Elders, who discovers a secret that changes everything he knows about the world, leading him on a quest to solve a mystery beyond his understanding before his entire world is destroyed in a cataclysm."

"Mm, I like the sound of that Harlan. I think it will be a hit just because it's written by you."

"Sweetheart, you know how much I despise flattery but y'know maybe this once I'll accept it."

The conversation ended swiftly and you didn't complain, you leaned your head forward, against Harlan's shoulder and wrapped your arms around his waist, getting lost in the peaceful clicks of the typewriter. After a brief period of silence, Harlan suddenly sighed contently and took out the last page of the novel and put it with the other pages. You lifted your head to brush your nose against his and he stared lovingly up at you from under the rim of his glasses. Ghosting his lips over yours, he whispers;

"How about we take this to the bedroom and I can repay you for being such a good girl."

NSFW below (you don't need to read it if you don't want to.)

You eagerly nodded, pressing your mouth to his desperately. Harlan moved his hands to grip your hips harshly and pressed you down against his growing erection, making you whimper into his mouth, your hands bracing against his clothed chest. Harlan had been trying to control himself for the last hour with your constant shifting on his crotch almost driving him insane.

You could feel youself getting wetter against the delicious friction Harlan was giving you and you broke the sloppy kiss to whine,

"No, please Harlan, let me ride you here."

With your sweet pleading, how could a gentleman like himself say no? he just smirked up at you and ground up against you, giving you your answer. His hands cupped your breasts through your thin dress. His hands groped at them, and you swear you hear him utter something about how perfect they are for his hands, making your face flush bright red.

Harlan patted your thigh, signalling for you to get off for a minute. Digging your back into the wooden desk behind you, you watch as harlan unbuckles his belt and pulls out his throbbing cock, already leaking pre-cum. Harlan laughs loudly as he seeing you staring wide-eyed at his length, he spat into his hand and languidly stroked himself, all while looking at you.

"C'mon pretty girl, come ride me."

You didnt need anymore convincing before you straddled him once again, your hands positioning him at your entrance as he helps you lower onto his cock inch by inch. Your eyes are wide as the stretch burns, the girth of it alone causing your eyes to water. You let your head loll against his shoulder as he began to thrust up into you, making you sharply gasp. Harlan slams into you in a way that has choked moans forcing their way out of your throat. Your knees buckled underneath you and if it weren’t for him gripping you tightly, you’d be collapsing. His cock thrusts in and out of you, hitting the most perfect angles inside you.

"Fuck my love, you're taking me so well, God its like you were made for me and that dress of yours, fuck it's so pretty on you."

Moaning at the combined pleasure of his cock bumping your cervix and the endless praise spilling from his lips, you cum around his cock with a loud moan, feeling your wetness running down your thighs. Stars dance in your vision and tears well up in your eyes. He curses under his breath, the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tightly making it nearly impossible to keep a rhythm.

“I won’t last very long, sweetheart, where do you want it?” His voice was breaking as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

“Inside, please come inside me, please Harlan–”

You were begging, asking him to stay inside of you for longer and hearing your voice just how much you wanted him could make him cum alone. He slammed into you, emptying himself inside of you as your walls tightened around him, milking him as your own hips stuttered. Strands of brown hair stuck against Harlan's sweat-riddled forehead as he sighed contently, head falling back as you steadied yourself against his chest. He laughed softly, hands splayed on your thighs, playing with the hem of your dress.

"Sweetheart, you have to wear this more often."

The end

I hope yall enjoyed <3

[daenysx]

my first daryl shot and i really wanna know what you think, please share your opinions with me!! this takes place in the CDC. hope you like it, requests are open!!

my masterlist

blame the alcohol

daryl dixon tries not to fall for you but you are there to wreck his plans with an empty wine glass in your hand.

he wants to save the image in front of him and stare at it for hours.

you are standing there, unaware of his presence. you are only wearing a shirt which is extra big for you and a pair of socks reaching your knees. your slightly wet hair frames your pretty face and you are holding a book in your hand, there is a wine glass on the table next to you.

daryl dixon loves watching you.

he is standing by the doorframe with a bottle in his hand. he is supposed to be resting but it feels impossible. there are things that keep his mind alive and the alcohol he consumes is not enough to shut it off.

here you are, looking clean and relaxed. you use the same shampoo and soaps with everyone, your little survival team that finally makes it to CDC, but he thinks you smell different. your scent is different and he is not dreaming about it, right? he wants to take a deep breath to fill his senses with you and it's perfectly real.

you are reading a book, he doesn't know if you like it. he is sure even if you don't like the context you like the act of reading. you told him that in his tent, the days feel like ages now but truly it wasn't that long ago. you have a passion for reading. you'd read anything you find, that he's sure about.

your wine glass is empty. he should approach you and offer you more wine, right? that's what he wants but he isn't sure if you want his company. actually there isn't a reason for him to think otherwise, he knows you enjoy spending time with him but he can't help his thoughts. this life isn't made for love stories and a man like daryl dixon can't afford to let himself fall for you.

then you turn to his side, finally noticing him as if you've felt his desperation. there is that smile again. your eyes sparkle and he can see it perfectly clear on your clean face. he doesn't even want to admit it to himself but he loves seeing you smile. it's like watching the sunrise, shiny and mesmerising.

"why are you standing there, dixon? come closer."

why does his last name sound so beautiful when it comes out of your lips? he comes closer to you with slow steps.

"are you drunk already? unbelievable, you surprise me."

he smiles. "nah, i ain't drunk."

you leave the book back to its place, take your empty glass and go to the couch across the wall. you point the bottle in his hand, "can i have some of that?"

he nods quickly, fills your glass, and sits next to you on the couch. you two share a few minutes of silence, sipping your drinks and staring at the wall. he wants to hear your voice, anything you tell him even if you think they are stupid, he wants to hear it. there are little moments between you and him. when it gets too much in his head, he finds a release with them.

"c'mon, tell me somethin'."

you raise an eyebrow. "like what?"

he shrugs, takes a sip of wine. "anythin'."

you curve your lips slightly, think of an answer. it feels like the right time for a deep conversation with the opportunity to blame it on alcohol if you say something you regret later. not to deep but you feel like you need to be the brave one.

"this apocalypse...sometimes i feel like-like i'm happy it happened you know? not happy, happy is not the right word to say but- just glad. for one reason."

he has a look on his face, questioning and curious. you have to explain what you mean. you have to start somewhere.

"we'd never know each other if it weren't for the apocalypse."

he doesn't know what to say. after he lost merle, he planned to be alone and alive in this new life and now you are here, wrecking all his plans with your sweet confessions and smiles. he shouldn't get attached for his own sake but then you look at him with big, teary eyes and he is gone.

"you ain't gonna cry for this sunshine."

you try to smile. "i'm not crying but- the possibility of never knowing you is terrible and- i feel like an awful person for saying that i'm grateful for the zombies somehow."

he chuckles softly. then he puts the bottle on the ground and brings his hand to your face. his movements aren't the most confident ones, he is hesitant but that doesn't stop him from brushing that one teardrop away from your face.

"ya can't ever be an awful person. i know what ya mean, okay? you're right. ya shouldn't ever cry for- fucks sake ya shouldn't cry for anythin'. you're too pretty for that."

he never fails to put a smile on your face. he smiles too, when he sees the little wrinkles on the corners of your mouth. he doesn't regret saying too much, if it's necessary to talk too much to make you smile for him, daryl dixon would turn into a fucking chatterbox.

"thank you, daryl. for everything. i know i'm not really suited for this kind of life but i'm trying...i really do."

his eyes are about to turn into little hearts with sparkles. fuck it. you can't possibly be that sweet, he thinks. he can't even believe himself for using the word sweet for someone but there you are, his sweet girl.

"you're a fast learner. you're fine and 'm with you."

you press a soft kiss to his cheek and put your head on his shoulder. he wishes to keep that promise until the end of everything. he doesn't even know if he'll be alive tomorrow but he can blame the alcohol for the bravery and your beautiful face for the romantic feelings, right? right.

[detta-pica]

By the time they’ve arrived, they are both drenched in sweat. The humid heat clings like an evil, suffocating wet blanket. Suguru is still distracted with the case files, so Satoru manages to slip into the bathroom first for a quick shower. When he emerges, in boxers and a thin t-shirt, Suguru’s heart lodges in his throat. Normally, he’d be mesmerised by the glistening skin and droplets of water trickling from Satoru’s white hair. Now, Suguru can’t tear his eyes away from the scars marring Satoru’s right thigh, the side of his throat. Satoru, of course, catches him staring. “Hey--” “Sorry.” Suguru looks away. Horrifyingly, his eyes prickle with gathering tears. “Sorry. I’ll be right out.” He goes to brush past Satoru and into the bathroom. “No.” Satoru grabs him by the arm, jerks him back a step. “You don’t get to look at me like I’m fucking--I don’t know. Broken. Then run away! Stop being a coward and just--” “I’m sorry.” Suguru can’t make himself meet his gaze. It’s enough that he can taste Satoru’s too-hot caramel discomfort and burning pineapple hurt. “I’m trying. I know you’re--” He waves his free hand restlessly. “Okay. I know that.” “Great! So act like it.” “I don’t--it’s not as easy as just deciding to do that. For the longest two hours of my life, I thought you were dead, so--” “So you’re gonna treat me like I’m weak just because--” “No!” Suguru faces him, finally, sees the reddened skin around his eyes. He wants to shake Satoru until he sees reason, and he wants to kiss him until he forgets what it means to be hurt. Suguru gives into the urge to touch, curling his fingers in Satoru’s collar, knuckles brushing against scar tissue. “No. You’re the strongest person I know.” As if to prove Suguru’s point, Satoru bridges the gap between them for real, wrapping his hand around Suguru’s wrist, skin to skin. “It’s easier to be strong when you’re here to back me up.” Suguru almost gives in. Almost lets himself drown in those blue eyes, almost leans in to see whether Satoru’s aura tastes different right at its source. Suguru wants to cradle Satoru close and explain to him that Suguru’s trauma has nothing to do with who Satoru is as a person, and everything to do with the shit they’ve both gone through. That Suguru would love him weak, but hopes, for Satoru’s sake, to never know what that’s like. “I am here,” Suguru says instead. “Maybe I’m the one that’s weak, you ever thought of that? Since I haven’t been able to shake this like you have.” Satoru recoils a little, eyes round and wet. He doesn’t let go. “That’s stupid. It’s like you said--no one’s helping us with this shit. We’re on our own. But that’s fine, right? Who else would we need?” His hope is always so ephemeral, spun sugar melting into nothing on Suguru’s tongue in seconds. Suguru hates the world so much in this moment, he feels like it’s going to spill out of him and stain anyone who touches him. It’s a struggle to transfer the ugly feelings to his familiar, Dragon, and keep his aura free of whatever incriminating colours and shapes Satoru would be able to see. “Yeah,” Suguru says, meaning it. “We’ll handle it.”

A snippet from a prequel fic in the stsg witchcraft AU. I'm a little unsure about the characterisation here, but the AU is a softer one, without all the violence of canon, so hopefully it makes sense that Satoru and Suguru can't hide their feelings from each other/pretend their feelings away as easily as in the manga.

[joocomics]

And what if I said surprising xdhs with a lap dance, then what? 👀 -🍑

giving xdinary heroes a lap dance

suggestive | xdh x fem!reader | mdni

a/n: i love this concept SO much hell yes

♡ gunil

gunil can sit and watch you for hours even when you’re doing just the most mundane things. a lap dance especially if it’s not planned, but happens out of nowhere, will be like an early christmas gift for him. he’d be hypnotised, but that won’t prevent him from talking at you. he’d compliment your every move; touching you everywhere with his firm hands, as you grind on his crotch or thighs. would be even more obsessed if you’re wearing lingerie - if you’re not that’s totally fine, but he’ll definitely surprise his good girl by getting her one for next time

♡ jungsu

he will chuckle a little at first cause where did this come from? he’d be surprised, but in awe at how amazing you look moving so seductively, so his mouth will stay open the entire time. i can see him enjoying this on a chill saturday evening while you listen to music, and you jump from your seat to dance for him. maybe you’re in sweats or pajamas - he would love that even more, especially if you start taking them off the more comfortable & confident you become with your moves

♡ seungmin/o.de

he’d probably be the most quiet out of the group in this scenario, cause he’d be just too mesmerised by you to form any thoughts. he wouldn’t want to intervene in your dance, because he wouldn’t want it to end. he’d love the fact you feel comfortable in his company to the point you would do something like this for his enjoyment. his smirk wouldn’t leave his face, his eyes will go up and down your body, memorising every curve, and when you slow down he’d pout asking for more, but without the clothes

♡ jiseok/gaon

you will see literal stars sparkling in his pretty eyes as he stares at you. gasping and giggling every five seconds while also asking you to do certain moves one more time. the more he enjoys it the more he’d intervene in your dance tho - he’d pull you in by sneaking fingers into the hem of your pants; he’ll spank you, and also try to get you in his lap, so he can shove his mouth into your boobs. he’d have even more fun if you tell him he’s not allowed to touch just so he can disobey

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

he’d get a little flustered at first, cause he wouldn’t be sure what exactly to do if he’s supposed to do anything? you told him to just watch, but it still doesn’t seem enough. but eventually the more you show off your shapes, the more he loosens up and his hands start to shift freely over his thighs, then occasionally against your skin. he’d tell you how gorgeous you are, and after you end your little show, he’d wrap his arms around you and press his lips on your neck

♡ jooyeon

just like gaon, he’d love it if you put some rules for fun, and tell him he’s only allowed to sit and watch. the difference is jooyeon would actually obey, because he’d want to be nicely rewarded later. he’d be loud, as if he’s in an actual strip club, whistling and singing a sexy song, as his eyes eat up your silhouette. he wouldn’t hesitate to moan and say the dirtiest words. he’d be able to hold back from touching even when you start to grind on his erection; it will be a challenge, but an exciting one. definitely the best surprise anyone has ever done for him

[obsessedwrhys]

MAGNETIC LOVE

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Raiden develops a crush on the waitress who works at Madam Bo's (fluff, Raiden being hopelessly in love, Kung Lao is the wingman??, I know this trope has been used a lot but this is my take on it, reader is fem!!)

ᯓ★

Being Earthrealm's champion can be exhausting sometimes, so he figured, what's better than to take a break at one of the places that reminds him when times were simpler.

However, the problem was that he didn't expect to end up spending half of his time at the restaurant staring at the waitress Madam Bo had hired just recently. He was staring so much that he lost track of time.

In defense, how could he not?

Your smile was intoxicating and your eyes were mesmerising.

The way you worked fast yet elegantly.

And how he would catch a whiff of your perfume when you walked past his table.

Everything about you was drawing him in and he hasn't even asked for your name yet nor did you even know anything about him.

Just as he spends another of his free days at the restaurant, technically just there to watch you work, he suddenly felt a hand pat him on the shoulder. He looked over his shoulder to see it was Kung Lao.

"So this is where you go to when you're not busy" He said as he took the chair beside him.

"How'd you know I was here?"

"It's not hard to track you down when you know so little places" He said, relaxing in his chair until he notises the plate of food on the table.

It was untouched and already growing cold. This peaked interest in him since he never does this. To be honest, who could say no to Madam Bo's food?

"Do you just come here everyday to waste food? What a customer you are" Kung Lao jokes and Raiden struggles to find the right words to say, but the second you stepped in frame, his eyes darted towards you which Kung Lao easily followed suit.

It didn't take long for him to understood what was happening.

"Oooohhh... I get it now. You have a crush on the waitress working here, huh?" He nudges him with a teasing smirk.

"Is it that obvious?" Raiden asks.

"Uh... yeah. Judging by how you looked at her just now, I'm pretty sure everybody knows" Kung Lao pointed out how his face seemed to light up the moment he looked at you.

Hearing him say that, Raiden couldn't help but steal a glimpse of you wiping a nearby table clean after disposing all the dirty plates into the sink. The way the strands of your hair fell from behind your ear and you quickly tucking it back in place made him swoon even more.

"You're doing it again...! Have you not said a thing to her? Not even a hello?" Kung Lao grabbed him by the shoulders to force him to focus on him.

Raiden simply shakes his head at his question.

"I've thought about it but I'm not sure if I want to disrupt her working hours"

"Well she doesn't work ALL the time. You can just wait for her to finish her shift. Wow, are you that in love that your brain stopped working?" Kung Lao said, poking him by the shoulder playfully.

"It's not as easy as it seems"

"That's just you" Just then, Kung Lao got up from the chair causing it to screech a bit against the wooden floor.

"Welp, I better get going. Unlike you, I managed to score myself a date with someone. Good luck" He said with a strong pat on the shoulder before leaving.

He had to admit, he could feel his heart beating loudly in his chest just considering the suggestion. As far as he knows, he's good at starting up a conversation with anyone, it's just he'll be doing it to you and the thought alone makes him nervous.

What if this wasn't the first time a customer tried to get with you? Considering how attractive he found you to be, you must have dealt with this situation a lot. So that means you've rejected a lot of people or...

Maybe you were already dating someone??

He gulps at the thought and tried to brush off the feeling by drinking his tea. Well he doesn't see a ring so you can't be married. No matching jewelleries or anything. So you can't be taken yet right?

All this overthinking was doing anything but help him. Maybe he'll just ask you... riggght after he's done boosting himself up.

By the time the sun was setting and that the sky has gone pinkish orange, you grabbed your bags from the locker after changing back into your casual clothes.

It was already an exhausting day, it's a relief you didn't have to deal with any rude customers.

Just as you left the restaurant, you were suddenly approached by a man. A customer actually. You recognised him easily since he always ordered the same thing.

"Hi" He greeted you with a smile and you couldn't help but smile back.

"Hello"

For an awkward moment, you two were just smiling at each other until he finally realised he was supposed to say something next.

"I'm Raiden"

"(Y/N)"

Another awkward silence drops upon you. You're starting to feel like he's not good at starting conversations.

"Did you want to talk to me about something?" You asked and he had to blink a couple of times to snap out of his head.

"Well uh... I just wanted to get to know you..."

"Oh?" You were surprised at his answer and he couldn't help but wonder if it was a good surprise or a bad surprise.

"I hope I don't come off as a creep"

"Ehh... well... to be fair you've been staring at me as I worked these days" You said as you awkwardly avoided his gaze and he swore he almost choked when he heard you.

So you knew all this time and you never did anything about it? Now it just makes him feel even more of a creep.

"But I asked and Madam Bo told me a lot about you, she says you're a good person and that you're very kind" You smiled at him and it eased his nerves a bit.

"What else did she say?"

"She also told me to make you stop coming to the restaurant because of how she's fed up with you not eating your food when it's hot but only when it's cold. She says its a disgrace to her cooking" You said and it made him chuckle softly.

"She said that?"

You nodded.

"Will I be blacklisted?" He asks and you pretended to reconsider the consequences but it also seemed like you were playing around with him.

"I guess you won't be... if you ask me out for dinner" You said and he felt his heart flutter for a second.

"Well then... do you happen to be free now?" He asks which had you grinning.

"Mm... I don't have plans tonight but it depends on where you're taking me"

"I know a good restaurant around the block. It'll be my treat, what do you say?" He said, his behaviour seeming to appear more layback and confident.

"How can I say no to free food?" You chuckled and it just made the smile on his face grew wider.

Days later, you would find yourself frequently taken on dates after your shift. Sometimes they were fun and sometimes they were romantic. Either way, it was perfect. You didn't think you'd fallen for the guy but you did. He was really everything Madam Bo said, except for the fact that he short circuits whenever he's flustered, which you easily found adorable.

All this effort and you two haven't even made it official yet.

On another working day, you stood by the desk as you accept the customers payment. Once you were done, you saw a couple more customers enter but one of them caught your eye immediately. You grabbed your pen and notebook to take their orders. As you approached their table, his eyes were focused on you straight away.

"Welcome to Madam Bo's, what would you like to eat?" You asked, trying to stay professional.

"I have to admit Raiden, this place is great!" His friend with the glasses spoke.

"You're just saying that because he promised you money if you agreed to come" The man with a blindfold (?) said .

"We'll just have the usual" Raiden said to you as the two went on bickering. You nodded and shoot him a playful smirk before delivering his order to the kitchen.

By the time their food was done and after you served it to them. You just went on doing your work but you couldn't help and turn your head every now and then to see him eating or chatting with his friends. Honestly you found it ironic how the tables have been turned. Now you were the creep watching him do his thing.

The second the sun setted, you grabbed your stuff and left the restaurant once you were finished with helping Madam Bo close it. However as you waited at the door for Raiden to pick you up for one of your dates, you didn't see him anywhere. Was he too busy with his friends that he forgot?

Feeling a bit disappointed but trying not to let it ruin your mood, you decided to head home. Though it took you only a few steps until you heard someone call out to you. With a knowing smile on your face, you turned to the other way to see Raiden running towards you, a hand hidden behind him as he was obviously holding a bouquet.

"Is that for me?" You nodded at the flowers and he seemed embarrassed that his surprise was already blown.

"Yeah... I had to run to the other side of town because the shop I usually buy from was out of stock" He handed it to you and you could see a clear view of the variety of flowers.

"Romantic" You smiled as you took it from him.

"I'm glad you like them... but I need to ask you something..." He said, his body language shifting from tired to serious. You look up at him with intrigue.

"I hope these past few days have been great for you but all these moments we've shared. I can't help but wonder if you feel like there's more to it" He said, his eyes never cutting contact with yours. You blush.

"Are you asking me if we're exclusive?" You said and your forwardness made his heart beat faster.

"Yes"

"Do you want it to be?"

"More than anything" His answer delivered without hesitation.

You stare at him... your lips soon forming a genuine smile.

"Then there's no point in denying it... we're official" You said. For a second he seemed to be frozen in time but you noticed how his eyes also sparkled with joy.

"Oh um... well... that was easier than I thought... does that mean you're still up for dinner?" He asks, trying to calm himself from how happy he was, he could feel his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much.

"Yes, but this time, I'll pay for us. My treat" You pat him on the chest before walking off and he could only chuckle as he quickly catches up to you.

You were definitely something...

[theemporium]

can i pls request #11 with theo nott pls

11. “spend the night with me”

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“Theo, I really need to go.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

“Theo—”

“Just stay here, love, you know you want to.”

It was weird when you thought about it. Everything about your relationship with Theo Nott was fucking weird. From the way you met to the way you bonded, down to every conversation you had because something about the boy mesmerised you despite every instinct in your body telling you to stay away from him.

You were worlds apart from each other but you couldn’t resist each other—and somehow, that had led to Theo convincing you to sneak into his family’s mansion during summer break. 

You were surprised you were even able to get through the wards without sounding off any alarms to his father, but a part of you knew that—deep down—Theo would never let anything happen to you no matter what. It didn’t completely evaporate the fear inside you, but it dampened it significantly. 

But now the hours were stretching past midnight and you knew you needed to get back home before your parents noticed your disappearance. Or worse, someone caught you and Theo in his room. 

“Theo,” you murmured softly, hating the way you could feel your resolve breaking with the way the boy stared at you with big eyes. “You know I can’t.” 

“But you want to,” he said with a cheeky smile that you came to love. “Just…spend the night with me. You won’t regret it.” 

You raised your brows. “You gonna woo me, Nott?” 

Theo only gave you a casual shrug. “I was thinking more along the lines of fucking you ‘til you’re too tired to leave my bed, but go figure.” 

Your cheek burned. “Don’t…do that.”

Theo grinned, knowing your resolve was quickly dwindling. “I’ll ward the room so nobody can get it,” he promised as he shifted to sit up in the bed, reaching for your hand to drag you closer to the bed. “And I’ll sneak you out early, take you to that cafe you like as well.” 

“Are you bribing me, Mr Nott?” you asked teasingly, letting him pull you until you were straddling his lap.

“Depends,” he murmured as he looked up at you, mischief sparkling in his eyes as his hands squeezed your thighs. “Is it working?” 

“Depends,” you repeated, face close enough to his that your nose was brushing against his. 

He raised his brows. “On what?” 

You took his hand, slowly guiding it until he could cup you between your legs and feel the warmth and wetness of your cunt. You had barely had time to find your panties before Theo was persuading you back into his bed. Plus, you had no doubt the wizard had hid them regardless to buy himself some extra time.

“On whether you’re gonna fuck me like you promised, Theo,” you whispered against his lips, a smile growing on your face when the boy let out a pathetic groan.

“Fuck, baby,” he grumbled under his breath, and in a quick moment he had you flipped over on the bed, now lying on your back as he began making his way down your body. “How can I say no when you look so pretty when you ask?”

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