#ricky x fem!reader

[blossominghunnie]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩

Pairing: Ricky x fem!reader

Summary: Ricky and Y/n go on a holiday trip with their friends and fortunately, or unfortunately, they have to share a bed.

Genre: F2l, fluff

Warning: None

Notes: Ricky has been bias wrecking me lately so I thought about this for a few days now and since I love this idea, I had to write my own jsjs. 🥸 A little bit longer than what I usually write but I had inspiration. :)

“How could they have gotten the reservation wrong?” Y/n asked while gripping her hair in a distressed manner.

She and Ricky were standing side by side looking at the big hotel room in front of them.

“I don’t know, maybe because they have too much work?” Ricky tried to reason. “Anyway, I tried to talk to the front desk to change it for a suite or whatever room that had two beds but the hotel is fully booked because of the holidays.”

The girl sighted and walked towards the furniture that was by the door, placing her stuff there. Ricky doing the same.

“Okay, that’s okay. We can make this work.” Y/n tried to be positive. “You can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa, it looks cozy enough.”

“No, no, don’t be a dummy.” The blonde shook his head. “I’ll take the sofa and you take the bed.”

“Why don’t you just share the bed and problem solved?” Another voice joined the conversation, it was Gyuvin, who was standing by the door.

“When did you get here?” Ricky questioned. “And how long have you been listening?”

“I got here like two minutes ago, while you were flirting or arguing or whatever.” He shrugged.

“We weren’t flirting, Gyu.” The girl rolled her eyes.

“Why did you come?” The blonde asked, a little irritated with his best friend.

“Oh, yeah. Just came to tell you that we’re all going to the pool later on and then we’ll get dinner, so be ready soon.” They both nodded and the brown haired exited the room.

A silence followed, the pair in deep thought.

“Maybe Gyuvin is right, it would be easier for us to share. Only if it’s okay with you.” Ricky spoke.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

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Y/n was laying on a sun lounger by the pool, by her side were Zhang Hao and Matthew, they were talking and joking; the boys teasing her.

“I can’t believe you got stuck in that situation and to make matters worse, with your crush!” Matthew giggled. He found the situation hilarious.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh at my misery all you want.” The girl pouted.

“Things would be so much easier if you confessed to him, but you’re a coward.” The oldest spoke, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m scared of being rejected, okay?” Y/n crossed her arms. “Things would be so awkward if he didn’t feel the same.”

“I’m almost 100% sure he likes you. Like, he laughs at your jokes, which are awful by the way.” He got hit on the arm while Zhang Hao laughed. “It’s true!”

“He also blushes when you smile at him, which never happens with other people. And haven’t you noticed how he’s super sweet and attentive with you?” The Chinese questioned. “I could go on and on.”

Both of them made good points. To be honest, she had noticed some things like how he liked hugging her a little longer or how he held her pinky when there was a crowd around.

Y/n never thought much of it since they had a very close and tight friendship.

But now she started to wonder for how long he’s been acting like this and if it had another meaning than only been a good best friend.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe he likes me and I’ve been clueless the whole time.” Y/n looked at them while getting to that conclusion.

That conversation gave her courage to talk to Ricky.

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After a day full of fun and delicious food, the friend group returned to their hotel rooms.

Ricky and Y/n said goodbye to Taerae and Hanbin, whose room was across, and entered theirs.

The pair took their shoes off and the accessories they wore and sat on the bed, a little bit far from each other.

“Do you wanna watch something?” The blonde asked after a minute of silence.

“Sure.”

He grabbed the tv remote and turned the tv on. He searched until he found a Christmas movie that he knew she loved, The Grinch.

They watched it for a while, well, Ricky was, Y/n was lost in her thoughts trying to find the right moment to confess to the cute guy next to her.

She finally decided it was now or never and spoke.

“Ricky?”

“Yeah? What’s up?” He looked at her, all her attention was on her.

“I have something to tell you.” She fiddled with her shirt’s sleeve. “I-I like you.”

The boy was stunned, he was processing what he just heard. He was hopeful that his crush liked him back but it still shocked him.

Meanwhile, Y/n couldn’t even look him in the eye, a lot of scenarios were running through her head since he didn’t answer right away.

“I like you too, Y/nnie.” He took her hand and caressed her cheek. “And I have for a while now.”

The girl was red, not only because she was lucky enough that she wasn’t rejected but because of the placement of his hand.

“You look so cute when you blush.” That only deepened her blush.

“Stooop teasing me.” She whined making Ricky laugh, she was adorable.

“I’m sorry, princess, but it’s the truth.” He moved closer and hugged her. Y/n melted in his arms.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.” They smiled and the girl took the initiative and kissed his lips softly.

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[lilgoblinbitch]

Electricity𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 (part 2 of Gossip)

rick grimes x fem!reader

part one here

a/n: well holy shit, this took way longer than i had originally expected it to take. life has been crazy for me. thank you all for being patient with me!

summary: days pass, and rick is still mysterious. until finally, you discover his true feelings toward you in the best way possible.

content: smut PinV, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, oral (fem receiving), fingering, rough!rick, friends to lovers, heavy teasing, multiple orgasms, angst, some fluff at the end

18+ ONLY, mdni.

wc: 4.4k

Your heart was almost palpitating. You were left stranded with your thoughts spinning around in your head while Rick just nonchalantly strode off back to his bedroom. 

The whole night you could barely get any sleep; your mind apparently had other plans –  mainly entailing you ruminating over what had happened that night. It boggled you how Rick effortlessly admitted to being aware of your little crush on him, completely catching you off guard and leaving you overwhelmed and flustered. You were forced to forget about the whole situation, or at the very best push it to the back of your mind for…later – whenever “later” was.

The next few days were nothing out of the ordinary. Rick was barely at the house, busy adjusting to his new constable responsibilities and becoming familiar with the rest of the Alexandrians. You knew he had a duty to uphold, so it was reasonable for him to avoid your presence for the time being, but your mind was still fogged up from what he had said to you that night. It was eating you up for the next few slumbers; you tossed and turned until eventually the thoughts wore your brain out and let you get a few hours of shut eye. Regardless, you tried to forget it altogether throughout the daytime and focus on becoming more comfortable living in a brand new community, and a brand new house that was bigger than any house you’d ever lived in. 

Carl didn’t stay inside for long throughout the day. You’d always find his room empty and his comic books gone. That meant he was most likely reading them outside and sharing them with his new friends. But you were happy for him; the kid deserved to make friends after everything he’d been through. So you were left with baby Judy most days, but that didn’t bother you. Before the world turned you had two younger siblings, and as a teen you were always stuck babysitting them when your parents went out. It was second nature to you now.

Today you decided to get out of the house and find something to do. You hated staying indoors — you were always an outdoorsy person and got antsy pretty quickly without a daily dose of sunshine. You stepped outside with Judith on your hip, taking in the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze that swayed the various trees in perfect rhythm. Without a doubt, the weather was inviting. So, naturally, you choose to embrace it and take a stroll down the street with little Judy in your arms.

As you made your way down the block with Judith cooing and spinning her curious head around to view her surroundings, you reached the end of it and turned the corner. You recalled how Vivian and Shannon lived in one of the houses on the block you were walking down. A quick drop-in to see what they were up to couldn’t hurt. Besides, Shannon was a kindergarten teacher before the fall and therefore loved watching over Judith with you. 

“Hey, Y/N!”

You spun around and noticed a tall brunette man walking toward you. It was Spencer Monroe, son of Deanna Monroe — the community’s leader. And, according to Vivian and Shannon, he had a thing for you. Not that you had anything against it, but it did make you feel a bit uneasy knowing he was interested in you and would probably try to make a move on you, now that he was standing in front of you. Regardless, you played it cool; he was Deanna’s son after all, so it could be beneficial to you if you gave your absolute best impression. 

“Oh, hey, Spencer!” You smiled sweetly at the tall man, who reeked of a musty cologne. It wasn’t awfully foul, just a bit too loud for your taste. A slight turn off.

He grinned down at you and Judith, scratching the back of his neck anxiously while shuffling closer to you. He was about two feet away from you — if he were any closer you’d definitely be backing up. 

“I was actually just about to come over to you and ask if you wanted to have dinner tonight?” He squinted his eyes at you, trying to read your face. Your cheeks were tickled pink and your heart was doing laps in your chest. It was as if Judith could sense your unease, and on cue she started fussing. 

“I–” You paused, gathering your thoughts together while calming the distressed child. Shit. What should you say? 

“Yeah! I would love to, Spencer.” Way to go.

On the walk home Judith started to calm down, while you did the exact opposite. Your thoughts were racing again, and you cursed yourself for obliging to Spencer’s request. What the hell were you getting yourself into? You didn’t even like Spencer; yeah, he was attractive, but he just wasn’t…well, he wasn’t Rick Grimes. Still, there remained a sense of determination – getting to know Spencer could be a good thing. Besides, you didn’t really have any plans for that evening anyway.

Once you finally reached the comfort of your house, you put Judy in her room for a nap and started rummaging through your closet for something to wear. You doubted you would find anything spectacular, considering you didn’t exactly have a boutique in this community. A simple floral dress would do. 

“Geez… when was the last time I wore any type of heeled shoe?” You humored yourself, attempting to walk around in the sleek open-toed heels you found in your closet. You recalled how Shannon lended you a few pairs from her own closet, stating that she was overwhelmed by how many abandoned pairs of high heels were left in the world, and apparently her closet housed dozens of them. Lucky for you. 

Once you were confident enough you wouldn’t lose your balance in the shoes, you took a long look in the full-length mirror and admired how, for a lack of a better word – decent you looked. Excluding Deanna’s welcoming party, you hadn’t worn a dress since before. It would definitely take some getting used to. 

Before you were able to get one last gander at yourself in the mirror, something – or rather someone – interrupted you.

“Got plans for tonight?”

You jumped in your skin and spun around. You were met with a wide set of eyes scaling your body, taking in the elegant view before him. You were stunning, and he couldn’t deny it even if he wished to. 

“Jesus, Rick! You really have a way of scaring the shit out of me.” You smiled nervously while flattening out your dress. He watched you like a hawk, and of course he was aware of how antsy you were. That was like his superpower. You cleared your throat, ensuring your voice didn’t crack. “Yeah, I’m uh… going on a date…”

His sharp blue eyes made harsh contact with yours, locking you into place. You couldn’t tell if he was angry, sad, disappointed, or all three. Or maybe he didn’t care. Then again, Rick’s face was almost impossible for you to decipher. 

He remained leaning against the doorframe, eyes never leaving you. You were not enjoying the deathly silence. Until he finally spoke again.

“A date?”

“With Spencer… Deanna’s son.” Your eyes regrettably met his once more. “But it’s nothing serious, really—”

“Thought you didn’t like him… had someone else on your mind, right?” His tone was biting, almost taunting. You frowned, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“Maybe I lied, Rick. Maybe I think he’s cute now. Besides, I already said it wasn’t anything serious.” You grabbed a jacket out of the closet, slung it over your back and slipped it on. “And I don’t know why you care so much, or why you had to eavesdrop on me, but I’ve got to go now.”

And with that you whisked past the brooding man and out the room, exiting the house. Rick knew you were suppressing your genuine feelings; it was almost too conspicuous. He just knew you too well. Knowing someone for a few years in a post-apocalyptic world was like knowing someone in the previous world for ten or even twenty years; your group grew close very quickly. Inevitably, in fact – death and grieving, fighting and surviving; it all brought you closer together. You were part of a strong network of survivors, ones who shared immense trust in one another. 

But when it came to Rick, it was hard to truly understand his emotions. He felt the obligation to suppress his feelings, as well – as if he wasn’t sure when it’d be the right time to make a move with you. Now and again, you’ve encountered a handful of times where he was staring at you – and perhaps your behind – for longer than any other person would deem normal. But he never displayed an interest in getting with you. That was ultimately a grey area to you for a while, and even still now.

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One thing about Spencer was that he could cook. And you were a sucker for men cooking; you found it to be attractive. So he cooked for you, he was tall, and he was cute… what, then, was missing from the list? What was hindering you from making yourself available and willing to this man?

“I have someone else on my mind.”

You reflected back to the night you said that. From then on, those words were ingrained in the back of your brain. They reminded you each day that your feelings for Rick were perpetual and infecting your thoughts like a plague.

For now, you were preoccupied with how satisfying your meal was. As was the wine. It was going to your head a bit — an all too familiar feeling. You just hoped Rick wasn’t awake by the time you returned home. 

“Thank you, Spencer. The dinner was really nice,” You simpered while graciously stepping out the door. 

Spencer held the door open, giving you a warm smile as he watched you turn to face him whilst under the gleaming porch light. “You sure you don’t need me to walk you home? It’s really no issue for me at all.”

The look on his face told you he sure as hell wasn’t ready for you to leave yet — in fact, with the way he had planned the night, he most likely expected to not only wine and dine, but get lucky tonight. However you had your boundaries and your relationship standards, regardless of the fact that there were very slim pickings when it came to finding the ‘right person’; practically ninety percent of the human population was wiped out. 

“I promise. I just live around the corner.”

At last you arrived home, immediately kicking your heels off as you shut the door behind you. You made a mental note to never wear heels again – blisters were already appearing on your feet. You winced as you massaged the reddened tender skin, sighing in relief as your aching feet finally got to breathe and stretch. 

“It’s late.”

You nearly had a heart attack as you stood up and spotted Rick a few feet away from you by the couch. “Would you quit startling me all the time? And yeah, no dip, I was on a date with Spencer. I already told you that, Rick.”

You steadied your heart rate and made your way over to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. All while you did so, you could feel Rick’s eyes burning into you. Every inch of your body. You shivered when the chill of the fridge air engulfed you – however, you were sure the shiver was truly from the effect that Rick had on you. 

“I know that. But you’re back late; it’s dark outside,” He paced toward you, his demeanor now more watchful and severe. “There’s a curfew, Y/N.” He was much closer to you now, to the point where you smelled his classic rainy forest scent encompassing your nostrils. 

“Well, I didn’t know. I was asked to have dinner with someone, and it happened to be really good, actually – thank you for asking,” You gibed while filling your cup up with crisp, filtered water. “But, I am sorry. Won’t happen again, Officer!” You quipped, taking a sip from the cup. The water was a refreshing blanket against your tongue and throat, which you thoroughly savored.

Rick didn’t look very pleased with your response, to say the least. His posture was stiff, and his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head. “You think this is a joke, I get it. It sounds like another pipe dream. But if we’re going to be living and staying here, you’re gonna need to follow the rules.”

You set the glass down and ran a hand through your slightly knotted hair, giving your scalp a terse massage with your fingers. Your eyes fixated on Rick, who was towering over you like a bodyguard would. If it were any other man you would feel uncomfortable in this position – backed into the kitchen counter and being scolded by a harrowing, authoritative man. In this case, you were too fond of the man in front of you to feel uncomfortable or threatened in any way. 

“I get it – I know. I want this place to work, just as much as you do,” you added, displaying a poker face to confirm your sincerity. You ran a hand up and down Rick’s forearm, over his veins that protruded as he leaned against the counter in front of you. “I want this to work for the kids. They deserve it.”

Rick didn’t flinch. His eyes bored deep into your own – pupils dilated, taking in your presence. Instinctively, almost like his body was on autopilot – Rick’s hand caressed the side of your face, thumb tracing circles along your cheek. Goosebumps ran down your arms and made the hairs on the back of your neck perk up like a porcupine. Just one touch from this man had you melting like butter.

Time slowed down drastically. Your eyes locked into his, and vice versa. Only inches of space separated you two; you felt the familiar pounding in your chest as Rick drew himself closer and closer. Those romance movies you used to watch were accurate, in the sense that what you were feeling in this moment was butterflies, fireworks – so electrifying. You could feel the sparks race through your body.

Rick felt it, too. He’d been denying it for too long – what he was feeling deep down, within his subconscious, was something authentic. Something that he could no longer evade from his mind.

“You’re on my mind, too.”

It was like an echo coursing through your soul. Those five words left you stunned, mouth slightly agape, but Rick took that chance to collapse his lips onto yours. The longing you had for this man was no longer unrequited – you finally got your answer. He wanted you, and you wanted him. 

His lips were velvety and you took your time giving extra love to them. Soon enough the kiss got heated; you were lifted up onto the counter where Rick wasn’t shy to roam his hands along your thighs, earning a few feeble whimpers from you. 

His lips then attacked your shoulder and collarbone with a series of hickeys, earning more vocal whines from you now. “Rick…”

He quickly hushed you, shoving two fingers into your mouth. “Gotta be quiet, baby,” he cooed, admiring how your tongue caressed his fingers so magnetically. Your eyes pleaded with him – begged for more. “They won’t see those—” he eyed the now reddened area of skin, “Jus’ don’t dress like a slut and you’ll be alright.”

In your mind you wanted to blurt out a well-deserved retort, however, in all honesty, Rick meant it in the best way. 

“Too special to be showing off this figure to all them boys, sweetheart.” He bent down to worship your thighs, spreading them open for him to kiss and prod at.

He was right, though – Spencer wouldn’t be able to make you feel this way. You knew it deep down.

You bit your lip harshly, suppressing any vocal responses for the time being – didn’t need the kids to hear any of this. But Rick was just too good at whatever it was he was doing to you.

“Need you, Rick,” You whined – which ultimately translated to a strained moan.

“Shh, Shh. I know you do,” he cooed, standing back up. He let his fingers trace over your closed cunt, the dampness leaking through the thin fabric and leaving a sticky coat on his digits. Your hands explored his curls, tugging at them the more he teased you. “Gotta be patient, though. Gonna take my sweet time with you.”

You were becoming antsy, bucking your hips into his palm, searching for friction. He slid his other hand up your dress, the contact of his hand greeting your hardened nipple caused you to shiver. His ocean eyes observed you – adoring the glow of your skin under the faded moonlight seeping into the room.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

“Stop talking and just take me upstairs, officer,” You huffed out, earning a small smirk from Rick. You wrapped your arms and legs tight around him, moaning quietly when your heat unexpectedly made contact with his own clothed member, which was already rock hard. You left a trail of kisses along his neck as he carried you up the stairs, groping your ass in one hand. 

Rick wasted absolutely no time in slipping your dress up and over your shoulders, practically ripping the fabric as he did so. You attempted to cover up your breasts, but he pried away your hands. 

“Nuh uh, let me see,” he protested, taking the round flesh in his hands and kneading them. You blushed, clearly shy; but Rick reminded you of your beauty nonetheless through his actions.

One thing Rick always loved about you was your patience and loyalty; you were coined as the group’s dependable and candid guardian, because anytime anyone needed a word of advice or a listening ear you’d never fail to do so. 

Currently, Rick admired how patient you were while he went to work on your sweet pussy – lapping up all your sweet juices after tearing off your drenched panties.

“Mmph, Rick!” You wailed, eyes flickering shut as a wave of euphoria washed over your body.

He was eating you out like you were the Last Supper, and he was a starved peasant. Your cunt was his god and he was there to serve it. 

You wrapped your legs around his shoulders, toes curling in delight as his digits switched positions with his tongue, pumping in and out of your soaking heat. He pressed his tongue flat on your pulsing clit, heightening your pleasure to the max. 

“F-fuck me!” You cried out, hips jutting forward to meet the pace of his fingers and tongue. Pressure was building deep in your core.

Without notice Rick paused his movements, leaning forward to connect his panting mouth with your own, stifling your moans. His kisses were sloppy, as were yours. He continued his pace, eventually focusing on your clit which throbbed under the determined motion of his thumb. Then he slipped three digits back into your drenched cunt, accelerating the pace he was going at before. He curled the fingers upward, pushing against that sacred spot in your hole that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Gonna cum on my fingers, hm? Gonna be a good whore f’me?” He taunted. Rick’s eyes were dark and blown out with lust. You were shuddering under him, on the brink of orgasm. 

“Ohh! Fuuuck!” You let the band in your gut snap, feeling the pressure inside release and your dripping arousal coating Rick’s fingers. 

He aided you in riding out the rest of your earth-shattering climax, pumping his digits a few more times before sliding them out. The sight before him had Rick holding himself back with every ounce of his inner strength – your cunt was a sopping, wet mess. 

Rick sat you up properly, hovering over you and holding his fingers above your lips. “Taste, baby.” 

You gingerly sucked on his fingers, the juices spilling onto your tongue; an almost nectary taste. He eyed the way you drank up every last drop, licking his lips in anticipation. After pulling his fingers from your lips he kissed you again, this time much softer. You both moaned into the kiss, and eventually when Rick broke away you took a moment to catch your breath. He licked his lips, admiring how fucked out you looked just from foreplay.

“Can’t wait to feel you,” He rasped. Your legs were still weak and wobbly from your latest orgasm, yet, your body ached for more. For him.

Soft whimpers left your pouted lips when you felt his rough hands grasp your thighs, pushing them upward until they were folded up against your tummy. Rick hastily threw off his white t-shirt and let out a low growl as he freed his aching cock from his boxers. You bit your lip – it was girthy, and you knew it was going to do some damage tonight. That only made you wetter.

He stroked himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He slid his dick against your slick folds, huffing and groaning from the contact. You whined, unable to handle the teasing he was putting you through. 

“Rick, please—”

“Said I was gonna take my time,” He retorted in a rigid tone, and you gulped in response. “So, be patient.”

The only thing you could do at that moment was bite your lip and prepare for your cunt to be stuffed by this man’s cock. It was an odd thing to consider – being best friends with someone and flipping that platonic relationship into something more explicit, just through the simple act of gossipping. At the end of the day, you were getting fucked by a man who was not only your closest friend, but the leader of your community. It almost felt taboo, and yet you just couldn’t care less at that moment.

Seconds felt like minutes, the teasing was just too much. Rick kept playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves, only slightly pushing in the tip. Your core was on fire, pleading desperately for him to tame it. 

The sight before him was almost pitiful. You were caught in a fit of heavy breathing and whimpering, legs wrapping tight around his waist as you rocked your hips closer to him, cunt still glistening with arousal that seeped onto his pink tip. 

So, Rick pitied you. And you got your wish; his cock sunk into you, all the way until he bottomed out. You scrunched up your face in slight discomfort – he was bigger than you had anticipated. Nevertheless, you sighed in satisfaction, clawing at his back and shoulders as he adjusted inside you.

“Fuck, Y/n,” He growled, nibbling on your ear. His warm breath caused your body to shiver. “You just– can’t be patient no more, can ya?”

Your mind was clouded – all thoughts halted as your body was being governed by Rick. He rocked into you with ease, back and forth, in and out. His cock fit into your hole like a glove. Your legs caged him in; it was as if you were afraid he’d slip away and tease you again. It just felt so good you didn’t want it to stop.

Your lewd cries were soon muffled by Rick’s hand. “Shhh, gotta be quieter, sweetheart.” But it was nearly impossible to stay quiet when he was doing you so well.

With his hand then shifting down to lightly grasp your neck, Rick slammed into you, pulling all the way out only to repeat the motion again. You bit your lip hard, drawing blood. The pain didn’t exist in any way, since your body was so engrossed in the electric sensation that was being fed to you by Rick’s cock.

The room was polluted with salacious grunts and muffled moans. 

Rick tossed you over onto your hands and knees, then without warning plunged back into you. His hands gripped both your asscheeks with a force that you were sure would leave lovely red marks. Each smack of his hips against your ass manifested obscene vocals from your throat. Involuntarily your body made contact with the mattress, head lulling to the side and drool dripping from the corner of your lips as Rick picked up his pace. 

“You wanted this, knew it all along.” He cooed while fucking you into the plush mattress. “I knew it – before you even mentioned it.”

“How?” You thought. But little did you know, the clues you had sent Rick’s way ever since you had first laid eyes on him – he caught onto them. He was a police officer, after all – he was seasoned when it came to situational awareness. You weren’t slick; he noticed every little glance, every smile, every physical gesture you made with him. You fell for him.

And if he wasn’t already falling for you, then he certainly was now.

“Thaaaas right, just like that. Fuck, so tight f’me,” He sang while your ass slapped against his hips, harmonizing with the sound of his cock pounding into your slick hole.

Your fingers dug into the sheets for stability, preparing yourself for the building knot in your core again. “I’m—gonna cum!” You lifted your head weakly to warn Rick, who was too busy drowning in the warmth of your tight cunt.

Rick padded your clit with his fingers, while his other hand pushed down onto the back of your neck, subsequently pushing your body back into the mattress. His mischievous eyes caught sight of your twitching, shaking body, and he sighed heavily from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. 

“Go ‘head, cum f’me.” 

With his permission you yelped out as yet another orgasm rushed through you. You barely acknowledged the twitching of his cock inside your dripping hole before he swiftly pulled out and unloaded onto your back.

A few ticks went by, heavy panting escaping the two of you, and immobility in full effect over you. Your thoughts came back to you as Rick cleaned you up; the fact that you went on a date with a man then went home to be dicked down by another was quite humorous to you. 

“Geez, maybe I should go on more dates just for you to fuck me like that again,” You teased Rick, sitting up.

He smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and kissing you gently. You blushed and smiled coyly. 

“Nah. You’re mine now, sweetheart. No one else’s.”

[st4r-vzq]

PLANET HER | 🪐 | SERIES TEASER

□A SERIES ... in which every fic is based on a planet her song

□GENRE ... smut, romance, sensual, etc

□STARRING ... y/n, ricky shen, song mingi, choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu, bang chan, han jisung, hwang hyunjin, jake sim, lee heeseung, and jay park

□TAGS ... fem!reader, explicit smut, pwp, slight angst, oral (mainly f!recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cheating, make up sex, soft, fluff, making out, etc

□NOTES ... each fic is based on a doja cat song and two of the eleven fics are bonuses. also MDNI!!!

EPISODES/FICS

☆ 1. woman - bang chan "let me be your woman." -> in which y/n proves to chan that she can be his woman.

☆ 2. naked - soobin "can we take this off and get naked?" -> in which y/n and soobin cant keep their hands off eachother.

☆ 3. need to know - jake "wanna know what it's like, baby show me what its like." -> in which y/n wants to know what sex is like.

☆ 4. i dont do drugs ft ariana grande - yeonjun "love got me fucked up, got me on stuck, chasing that rush, had to give in couldn't give up. i just want you but I don't do drugs." -> in which y/n wants yeonjun and his attention, but she doesnt want to get hurt by his antics.

☆ 5. love to dream - heeseung "i know what you mean, you don't fuck with randoms. i got everything, everything but real love." -> in which y/n yearns for heeseung but he doesn't fuck with "randoms."

☆ 6. you right (extended ver.) ft the weeknd - hyunjin "you right, got my guy. but i-i cant help it i want you." -> in which y/n wants hyunjin but shes dating yunho, so she cheats on him to get what she wants.

☆ 7. been like this - jay "see youve been changing baby, in good ways and bad ways." -> in which jay shuts y/n out after their marriage and it makes her question their relationship.

☆ 8. alone - beomgyu "you aint even there for me, now you scared to be alone." -> in which y/n and beomgyu break up and she realizes all the shit that hes done to her in their time together.

☆ 9. kiss me more - jisung "when we cuddle, sure i do love it, but i need your lips on mine." -> in which after y/n's and jisung's first time, they've become a little obsessed with being intimate.

☆ 10. (bonus) freak - mingi "you need a good girl that does bad things." -> in which y/n fantasizes about her boyfriend and in hopes of dominating him, he dominates her.

☆ 11. (bonus) i like you ft doja cat - ricky shen "oh i girl i like you i do, i wanna be your friend go shopping in a benz, i like you. i do" -> in which y/n and ricky navigate through their relationship as friends with benefits, unaware of their feelings for eachother.

TO BE RELEASED SOON!!

(leave a follow to keep track of this series's progress!!)

[tiramisuucakeee]

HOST CLUB 🎐𓍼ֶָ֢⊹ ࣪ ˖

( female reader x jungwon x sunghoon x ricky )

♩ IN WHICH: y/n, in the efforts of finding a quiet place to study, ends up in an unusual setting. a host club, and now, after a small mistake, she might have to become a host too.

♪ HOSTS: park sunghoon, yang jungwon, shen ricky, hokazono iroha, yang wonyoung, y/n l/n.

♬ LOVE INTERESTS: park sunghoon, yang jungwon, shen ricky. (you’ll be able to chose paths)

CHAPTERS:

01. BRIOCHE

02. FRAISIER

03. tba

04. tba

05. tba

06. tba

07. tba

…. and that’s all folks

TAGLIST: (OPEN!)

DC: everyone who is still waiting for s2.

DIACLAIMER: i won’t write iroha and wonyoung as love interests. this won’t have any weird or creepy anime plots like the twins weird moment, and it will follow its own story, i will inspire some scenes from the anime, like the 1 chapter did.

BTW: omg i love idol n crossover fics. lmk if you have any other ideas like this! also i was thinking abt switching out jungwon for sm else but then i remembered he is always featured in all my fics so he’s here to stay, plus he’s my ult, i luuuuuuuv him. and yh ik i keep stalling his fics but i promise i’ll update after christmas! mayb even cook up smth as an apology.

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Riccardo Calafiori x reader inspired by lana del rey's lyrics

The hotel room was huge. Basically big enough to be an apartment, which made sense because it was the price of rent for an average apartment in Rome. You were lying next to your boyfriend on a double bed, he was leaning on his elbow, and staring at you with a smile. At that moment, it was just you and the sound of the fire burning in the fireplace next to you. It was perfect.

Riccardo decided to turn on some random playlist on your phone. It was a song by an Italian band, Måneskin, which you idolized and couldn't keep silent while listening to it. If not because of your tears, then because of your squawking while singing.

That's why you started trying your best at following the lyrics of the song, but in the end you only made the Italian smile wider.

“C’mon, say something, Ricky” you snapped, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“You are the one woman who means the most to me in this world. You are my everything, my love, my universe. Everything I do, I do it for you. So let me just look at you.”

You loved him. You’d love him ‘til the end of time.

It was wonderful to just cut yourself off from the world, lie on the bed with him, cover yourself with the duvet and live with the knowledge that someone felt what you felt, that someone was lying a few centimeters away from you and planning a future with you.

If there were words to describe this feeling, they would be the most beautiful words ever spoken. Because it wasn't pleasant, happy or beautiful. It was above and beyond everything.

He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself. Whether it was his charming smile, his captivating eyes, or his confident stance, people just couldn't help but be attracted to him. He carried himself with an alluring aura that made him a formidable presence in any room, causing both men and women to sit up and take notice.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you asked, unable to stop smiling.

“You know, I could be a better boyfriend. Spend more time with you, buy you gifts, take you on dates more often, treat you with even more respect.”

“I swear It's perfect the way it is. You don't have to-”

“Wait, let me finish,” he interrupted, raising his hand, and for a few seconds you saw something unusual on his face, uncertainty. “You really do mean everything to me, totally, absolutely everything. You blew my mind years ago, and nothing has changed since then, nothing to diminish my feelings for you. Well, I guess it's just time.”

He pushed himself up into a sitting position, and you watched his every move, confused. You didn't know what he was talking about until he pulled out a box with an engagement ring from under the covers.

“Mi vuoi sposare?” His hand reached out to touch your face, his touch gentle and reverent as he whispered the question that would change both of your lives forever. “Will you marry me? Will you make my life even more beautiful by becoming my wife?”

You were surprised, touched, and more than a little bit overwhelmed. You were sitting there in your joggers, devoid of any makeup, and yet here he was, looking at you with hope, waiting for your answer.

“You should kneel, idiot.” You just said, to which he sighed dramatically and got off the bed, doing exactly what you said.

And still fixing his eyes in love on you. You froze for a moment, it— he was beautiful.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, before finally speaking up. “Yes,” you said, a smile slowly spreading across your face. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Be my once in a lifetime”

Rolling his eyes, he returned to the bed, never taking his lips from yours. He positioned himself above you on the bed, his body pressing against yours as he continued to devour your lips with a fierce intensity. 

You couldn’t believe what just happened.

When you calmed down and your emotions subsided, you only realized what was on your finger and why Riccardo was so happy.

“You didn't expect that, did you?” A sly smile played at the corners of his lips as he looked down at you, his body still pressed against yours. He was clearly proud of himself, reveling in the fact that he had managed to surprise you once again.

“No, I didn't,” you admitted with a small laugh, still reeling from the intensity of his kiss.

“I was going to do it tomorrow over a big dinner with candles, but I don't know. I guess I felt that this moment was less hackneyed, more real, more ours.”

“You really are full of surprises.” you dragged out the last letters, while he pulled your phone out from under him and switched the song. Unlike you, he hated rock music, and you listened to a few rock songs regularly. He chose “Without You” by Lana and placed the phone on the night stand.

He chuckled softly, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Of course I am,” he teased. “And I have plenty more surprises up my sleeve just you wait and see, amore.” He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, a tantalizing distance away. “But for now, I think I'd like to show you just how much I want you right now.”

His hands began to wander over your body, his touch gentle yet possessive, the heat between you growing with every moment. He kissed you again, his mouth moving over yours with a primal hunger, as if he couldn't get enough of you. “All my dreams and all the lights mean,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Nothing without you.”

[reveluving]

it bleeds for you ; oj haywood x reader

summary: no extraterrestrial creature is getting in OJ’s way, not especially with you.

warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), jean jacket & a bloodbath scene + major character death but y'all safe tho, very brief mention of s-cide, a hint of angst but mostly a heart-stopping sexc time & some fluff, reader is jupe's shyer sister (blood or not is up to you!)

a/n: had this idea for SO LONG, but just never found a justification to post it because it was one of my 'bolder' works at the time of making it jkdakdhs BUT NO MORE! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!

» smut includes: possessively soft & sweet oj your protective beloved, unprotected s~ex (p in v), edging, 'good girl's, guided cow~girl position, coping with grief but not really (you'll see :>)

'And with how much OJ had given and given and given, putting himself aside, for once, he wanted to change that. That even in a horrible situation, he found you.' ;

You didn’t think there would ever be a time when OJ would comfort you from the presence of Jean Jacket looming over Haywood’s residence naked.

You had just lost your only family, albeit, an estranged one since he became addicted to the limelight. He treated you well, but you wished he had given up his need to be a star since the cancellation of Gordy’s Home. You’d come around to see his kids, and he’d occasionally hang out with you when he wasn’t busy thinking about fame, but for the most part, you and Jupe had nothing more than the ‘siblings’ title. 

Even more so when you met the Haywoods and the existence of Jean Jacket, and when you confronted your brother, to put a stop to his suicidal attempts for public attention, that what had happened between him and Gordy before the animal got shot was ‘pure luck’, he didn’t listen to you. 

To choose to revive one’s dead fame over their own family was your final straw, and your last words to Jupe were ‘good luck’ and to be careful before Em whisked you away as you teared up, offering you a spot at their house to help them solve the uncertainties with the aerial being.

You didn’t think OJ would come back with bad news days after, that Jean Jacket had sucked up everyone in the event, including Jupe, his wife and kids. He immediately held you tight when you finally broke down, because, at the end of the day, they were still your family. Your only family, now nothing more than victims of an extraterrestrial monster.

It shouldn’t been inappropriate to be making out and removing each other’s clothes upstairs when you were supposed to be grieving but there was something about OJ that you couldn’t resist. 

The same way he felt about you.

You understood each other, in a way, having siblings of polar opposites, though he always pitied the relationship you had with your late brother. Em, despite her behaviour at times and her occasional jokes about putting Jean Jacket out to the world, OJ knew that like him, she would put family first. Plus, even with your shyness, you and Em got along very well, with the two of you respecting each other’s personalities.

You also took good consideration of animals’ behaviours, including his horses, and when he explained Jean Jacket’s tendencies to hunt the curious, you listened, just like he did when you poured out your feelings about the situation with Jupe. And with how much OJ had given and given and given, putting himself aside, for once, he wanted to change that. That even in a horrible situation, he found you. 

So when you and OJ stayed home, touching and appreciating each other’s bodies as it rained away, the last thing any of you expected was Jean Jacket to return, hovering over the Haywood’s house. 

Even as you mewled both out of fear and from the way OJ stilled his cock in you, you knew not to turn your head at the window, the gap of the curtain just enough to get a glimpse of the mysterious cloud. But you didn’t, and OJ, despite his own rapidly beating heart, comforted you. His arms remained around you, keeping you snug on top of him as he whispered in your ear.

“Good girl. Good girl.”

He held the back of your head to his chest, drifting your focus from the evil above to the pleasure he was bringing you, even as the behemoth dribbled blood from its victims from the fair down the farmhouse. He couldn’t risk you screaming over your late brother’s blood painting the walls outside, and if he was being honest, he was a little too far gone in the sensation, and you couldn’t find it in you to say you weren’t feeling the same way.

For once, you wanted what you wanted, to be loved and appreciated unconditionally, and it felt amazing to be with him. To feel the tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes as he worshipped you the way he saw you, as morbid as it was to feel as such at that moment. To be reassured that he had you, that he would take the reins for you, so long that you would have him.

He moved slowly, to hear the wet slaps of your hips and your little moans directly in his ears and in return, to let you know of his desires growing for you, too, all while trying your best to ignore the groans above.

He had promised to keep you safe, to treat you the way you deserved, and as horrible as he was to say it, Jean Jacket, out of everything it had done, it did everyone a favour by devouring Jupe, including starting a new life for you, and it would only further cement your beginnings with the Haywoods, with OJ, once Jean Jacket would finally be dealt with.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

» a/n: I don't care how short it is, I'm just so happy I finally got to share this 'crazier' idea with y'all! another form of appreciation for another underrated character!! ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[blahblahblees]

yes, it's me again, boo.

I've decided to be your first request

(be prepared 👹/j)

basically, I was thinking this, as far as requests go:

ricky bowen x a fem! reader.

basically, the reader has been stressing out a bunch about whatever you'd be okay with them stressing about. stress and anxiety play a big part in appetite and all. so, when ricky notices that she hasn't been eating much lately cause of her stress, he basically does like a surprise dinner or restaurant date and basically kinda help her get rid of her stress and all, maybe by going out to the park or skating? I'm fine with anything, tbh.

Thanks! :))

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── high school sweethearts ミ ricky bowen

✎ ·˚ ༘ ─── the stress of finals has been something that’s weighted heavy on your mind and body and your boyfriend has taken notice of that

wc: 1,019

ricky bowen x fem!reader (use of she/her and use of feminine terms)

tw: not eating properly, kissing (?)

SHE THOUGHT that finals would be easy for her and yet, here she sat with piles and piles of study notes and textbooks for the one final that was worth at least 50% of her final grade.

The final wouldn’t be for another week or two (at least she hoped it was for another week or two), but this grade meant life or death to her. This grade weighed on her heavily and could determine the college she could attend.

Would it be ivy leagues? Would it be a college that held a high regard for their students? Or would be a community college that would lead to a university?

All of that weighed heavy in her mind.

So much so that she’d found herself only snacking on Nature Valley bars, a cup of Lucky Charms, or the day old coffee that she kept in her room.

She’d been so focused on getting the best grade possible that she would eat, sleep, and breath Economics and Personal Finance rather than a meal that she could actually get full off of.

But that didn’t bother her at the moment, but it did bother her boyfriend, Ricky Bowen.

He himself, didn’t quite understand the topic as he wasn’t too fond of school itself, it could visibly been seen in his actions, the eye rolls, and the 1.4 GPA he currently had.

But he did see how much getting into a good school matter to her. It could help her find the career path she wanted. Getting into her top college could mean the absolute world to her and he’d supported her in the best ways he could.

But he would always catch her studying, scribbling down the same notes over and over again and eat the same two snacks repeatedly… especially gagging at the fact that she willingly sipped on two day old coffee just to “feel something”.

That wasn’t going to fly with him anymore. So, one night, he knocked softly on her window.

She turned around slowly and pushed her headphones off to stand up and open up the window to him.

Ricky smiled as she opened up the window, leaning in before the window had fully been opened and placed a gentle kiss onto her lips.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

“I wanted to know if I could take you out tonight.”

She sighed, looking back at her table before looking back over at her boyfriend.

“Ricky, I’m really sorry, but I’ve got to study for-“

“It will only be for an hour.” Ricky softly smiled. “Just an hour of your time. It’s not gonna kill you is it?”

She sighed. “An hour.”

“Just an hour.”

She reluctantly ran her fingers through her hair as she turned and grabbed her jacket off of the back of her chair and spilling on a pair of shoes.

Ricky gently grabbed her hand as she followed him out of the window and onto the ground.

Once on their feet, Ricky made his way towards his orange beetle and held the door open for her, once she settled inside, Ricky rushed towards the drivers side and quickly sped off before she could change her mind.

“THE PARK?” She questioned. “You wanted to come to the park?”

Ricky turned in his seat, reaching in backseat to grab, what appeared to be a giant bag and his skateboard.

“Yes,” Ricky smiled. “I love the park and I love you and I wanted to take you to a place that I love.” He spoke. “Now, come on. It’s time to eat.”

She furrowed her brows and stepped out of the car as Ricky waited for her at the front of the car.

Ricky grabbed her hand and led the two of them towards the bench and sat the bag and his skateboard down and unzipped it, pulling out sandwiches, chips, sodas, and other small snacks out.

He sat his phone down, opening Spotify, and allowing music to play from a playlist he’d made for them.

Ricky then opened the sandwich bag, holding it out for her to grab. “Turkey and cheese, for you.”

She smiled, grabbing the sandwich from his hands and fully pulling the bag off as she took a big bite from it.

It was something so small, but a smile was place on her face as she let the taste of turkey and cheese dance across her tongue.

“God, this is good.” She moaned.

“It’s just turkey and cheese.” Ricky chuckled. “Nothing crazy.”

“I know,” she smiled, taking another huge bite of the sandwich. “I know, but I can’t tell you the last time I had a sandwich.”

Ricky didn’t want to mention it. He saw what she was doing and it was enough to take action into his own hands. And though it can backfire at times… if not all the time, he knew that this time, he’d done the right thing.

After scarfing down two or three more sandwiches, Ricky stood to his feet, kicking his skateboard up and reaching his hand out.

“Come on.” He smiled. “Let’s skate.”

She smiled once more, grabbing Ricky’s hand as she followed behind him as he led them to the street.

He placed the skateboard down and helped steady her on his skateboard. He placed his hands gently onto her waist as he stepped one foot on the skateboard and using his other foot to push the two of them down the street.

And that’s all they did and it was nice, in fact, it was all they did for the majority of the night.

They didn’t stay out for an hour as planned and that was fine by her.

By the way, she passed her final.

Maybe she just needed a break.

A plan Ricky Bowen could always come up with.

— lucy has something to say !!

thank you for requesting i appreciate it so so much !! i missed writing for ricky bowen. god i love that white boy 😋

my request are opened! you can check out who i write for here :) !!!!

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

MPHFPC mini-masterlist:

mother m-list | request guidelines

| x reader | ⤸

Enoch O’Connor. (Movie adaptation) ⤸

Following Strange Trails. ⤸

Summary: Your Jacob’s sister and have come along with him to uncover Abe’s tales and held secrets, though you didn’t expect that the cute boy from your favourite childhood stories would become the source of your affections — and you definitely didn’t think that boy would begin to quote the music album you’d discreetly slipped him.

Leak Death. ⤸

Summary: Enoch has refused to let anyone know about your relationship for months but still acts out when someone else takes an interest.

Tear Your Eyes, They Wonder. ⤸

Summary: He was always more interesting.

The Promises Between Us. ⤸

Summary: Enoch’s not great at expressing his feelings, neither are you.

Drive Him Mental; Love Him To The Bone. ⤸

Summary: You love him angry.

Twines Of Fire Ignite Us. Lover, Our Love’s Immortal

Summary: Your mates heart belongs to her… right?

Olive Elephanta. (Movie adaptation) ⤸

Drip Sweet Like The Summer Air; We’re Forbidden Fruit. ⤸

Summary: She’s summer heat captured in one soul. She burns against the times.

Jacob Portman. (Movie adaptation/Book One) ⤸

(awaiting requests)

| character x character | ⤸

Jacob Portman x Ricky Pickering. (Book One) ⤸

Stained Fingers. ⤸

Summary: Ricky’s car breaks down on his way home. He takes solace in his (not) friends home, Jacob’s, while it storms, when he decides he wants to go through with dyeing his hair.

How They Got Together. ⤸

Summary: Extended Headcannon’s on different ways I think Ricky and Jacob would make the steps to being in a committed relationship.

[beaker1636]

N is for Ninja Sex - Ricky

AN: Here is the next part of The Alphabet Game. It is a little rusty but I haven't written in a few weeks so please give me a little grace and enjoy! Next up is Chris with Orgasm Denial

“So wait, Chris hung up on you guys so you technically didn’t do your letter,” Vinny tries to argue the second Justin explains what happened while doing their letter.

“Yes, okay I did hang up, but that isn’t Justin’s fault so I feel like he shouldn’t be punished, they thought it was happening it was me who backed out,” Chris argues, not wanting anyone to take it out on Justin. “I just didn't feel right with it when I thought more about it, sitting in on something so personal for them.” 

“I say we give it to him, it’s not their fault Chris backed out, they thought they did it until after it was done,” Ryan argues, feeling a bit sympathetic towards the pair and not wanting to punish them when they didn’t make that decision.

“Hmm, okay so then Rick, what do you think?” Chris asks. “It’s split down the middle, you be the tie breaker, did they make it?” 

“I say we give it to them but Chris gets a punishment in his next letter…” Rick answers, a smirk on his face because he already has an idea in mind about what to do for that.

“Okay, I can compromise with that,” Vinny responds, conceding to his argument that Justin lost.  

Chris groans, laying his head on the table.  If he’s learned anything in his life it’s that Rick is the equivalent of a mini satan when he comes up with ways to torment and punish people… he knows his next letter is not going to end well.

“Okay, well on that note I have the task for Rick.  I struggled a little bit with actually doable things for N so I decided on Ninja Sex.  So you have to do it with someone next door, but they can’t catch you.  I remembered Vinny mentioning earlier that you guys were doing a double date so either you guys wind up staying at his and Lottie’s place or they stay at yours.  But if you are heard and caught then you lose.  Vin, don’t tell Lottie, let her be the judge.  If she mentions to you that she hears them or thinks she does then they lose,” Justin says, turning to look at Rick.

Rick sits there currently looking pretty cocky, he doesn’t think this will be a hard task to accomplish… if he can get Naomi to stay quiet which can sometimes be pretty hard.

Later

You sit there after dinner is done, distracted as you have been informed what you and Rick’s task for the letter N will be and you do not like it one bit.  You are slightly relieved that Lottie isn’t aware of what is happening tonight but you are slightly embarrassed that Vinny knows what is going on.  I mean they already know pretty much everything about your sex life but that still isn’t the point.

Somehow Rick being the sly fucker he is convinced everyone to head back to your house for wine, that way they can drink and have an excuse for having to stay over, and now you are in the car with your boyfriend driving home while your best friend and hers follow behind you.  Him holding one of your hands reassuringly, trying to keep you relaxed and from overthinking things, which you are honestly guilty of doing.  

“Stop thinking, we both know that she’s a heavy sleeper, especially after drinking, we are going to be fine,” Rick says, starting to rub circles on your hand with his thumb as he tries to comfort you.

“Yeah, but that means we assume she drinks enough wine to make her that way, because you know for a fact that Vinny is aware of that too and might cut her off.  And him being the asshole he is will probably egg her on to try and get her to notice,” you say with a whine, not really comfortable with how this is going.

“Naomi, the rules in place said he can’t encourage her to catch us.  She has to do it herself, so it shouldn’t be that bad honestly.  Really, just be a good girl and keep your pretty mouth shut and it won’t be an issue,” he says lowly, knowing how using his words like that always turns you into his submissive whore on the spot.

You whine, shifting to look out the window without a word, annoyed he used your weakness of calling you a good girl against you to get his way… fucking attractive jerk.

When the two of you arrive at your house you stalk inside, avoiding him while you grab the wine, waiting for your friends to arrive a couple minutes behind you, grabbing the wine and moving out towards the front deck so you all can enjoy the beautiful night.

When they walk up you wind up in your own little world with Lottie, letting her talk to you about whatever as both the guys are off doing whatever dumb shit they always wind up doing together.  Probably planning another episode of this place is haunted or something.  

“So did you two get your letter yet?” Lottie asks, glancing at you with a smile.  You instantly gulp, distracted by her question and trying not to show that you are caught off guard.

“Yeah, it was Narrato… something, basically a word kink, nothing too crazy,” you lie through your teeth, begging that your best friend can’t tell that you aren’t telling her the truth and luckily she didn’t notice.  She just continued to drink her wine, which you have refilled a couple times now.  

Luckily she is starting to feel it, and you know that she is simply because she asked you that, she's one that is usually shy about anything sexual so if she’s asking you about it then it must have started to hit her at least a little, made her more comfortable around you.

“Hmm, that definitely sounds like something that Rick would be good at.  I mean, being a writer and all I bet he is good at using his words,” she says, giving you a knowing smirk.

“He isn’t awful at dirty talk, I will say that.  But I doubt that you need to know much more about our sex lives than that… and I am sure you don’t want to know more than that,” you respond, nudging her with your elbow.

“Yeah, I’m good without knowing much.  I already know way too much about what all of you do than I ever wanted to nor intended to know,” she responds, turning to watch her boyfriend for a moment where he talks to yours.

The two of you continue to talk until it is starting to get late, late enough that Rick loudly suggests that they stay in the guest room for the night so they aren’t driving so late, Vinny quickly agreeing before winking at you.  You sigh before slowly retreating to your room when they retire to theirs, loaning your friend some extra clothing of yours to sleep in while they spend the night, growing more anxious as it gets closer to time.

When you have them settled and make your way to your bedroom you sit down on the bed with a groan, Rick quickly following behind you and sitting next to you, kissing your forehead when he notices you are uncomfortable.

“Hmm baby, relax.  Forget about them, let me make you feel good.  It’ll be like we’re in a hotel room again, nothing new right?” Ricky asks, slowly starting to rub your shoulders, wanting you to relax some and if that means light touches, teasing you.

His hands slowly move, trailing lower across your back before settling at the bottom of your shirt, sliding up the inside of it and over your stomach softly.  Teasing you as he tries to work you up, get you out of your head a little bit.

He hears you let out a soft sigh and knows that his touch is slowly working like he wanted it to. “That’s it, just feel baby, shut your mind off and give in to me.  Let me make you feel good tonight. But remember, you need to be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

You close your eyes, focusing on what he’s doing right now as you feel him slide your sleep shirt over your shoulders, slipping it off of you and leaving you bare minus your panties before he slowly pushes on your shoulder, urging you to lay against the bed.

When you feel his lips meet yours you give in, melting into the kiss as his hands stay in pretty neutral territory.  One running along the back of your neck while he uses his other to support himself over you.  His tongue finding yours as he leads you in a kiss that makes you crave more for him, makes you want him more than anything.  Him smiling against your lips when he feels you give in and stop fighting against this.

“Good girl, that’s it,” he whispers in your ear before leaving a kiss right underneath it, slowly trailing his lips along your neck and throat before moving lower, now nipping at your collar bone.  He knows that you like it when he gets a bit rougher, uses his teeth and that's just what he does, moving himself back up your throat to a visible spot before beginning to work on leaving a mark there.

“I think we should leave a pretty hickey right here, that way Lottie sees it in the morning and realizes what we did tonight, what do you think?” He asks softly before starting to suck on that spot, his teeth soon joining as he continues to work on that spot until he is satisfied with the deep bruise that is left behind.  Knowing that you are fighting back so bad right now, not wanting to get loud and be caught, that this is a weakness of yours that usually gets you loud.

“Good job baby, I didn’t think you could hold yourself together with me biting you like that, normally it turns you into a mess,” he says, his lips almost touching your own before he gives in and kisses you again.

While his lips are on yours a hand trails up your torso, settling on one of your breasts as he begins to toy with your nipple, knowing that teasing it slowly always gets to you too.  He's decided that he wants to push your limits, wants you to struggle with this tonight, barely able to hold yourself back from crying out while he touches you, makes you feel amazing.

You whine against his lips, feeling sensitive as he continues to very lightly toy with it, enough to where it almost tickles as it hardens under his fingers before he gives it a harsh pinch, wanting to pull a cry out of you.  He watches as you bite your lip, trying your hardest to hold back.  When that doesn’t work he lowers his head, taking the other one between his lips, swirling his tongue around it, sucking and nipping at it, causing you to let out a gasp, unable to fully hide how you are starting to feel right now.

“Fuck rick,” you say softly, settling your fingers in his hair as you look down towards him, noticing the cocky smirk that is now on his lips.  Enjoying that he is starting to break you, make you forget about everything you were concerned with earlier and just enjoy yourself.

“Hmm, this isn’t enough though is it, you want more don’t you? Tell me what you want me to do to you?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze as you ay flushed underneath him.  His fingers teasing you through the lace of your panties as he waits for an answer.

“I-I want to feel your mouth on me please, want to feel good,” you mumble softly, not wanting to even speak too loud in fear of being heard, of being caught by anyone.

Apparently that is all he wanted to hear, because as soon as you say it he settles lower on the mattress, slipping your now wet panties down your thighs before suddenly giving you a few teasing licks around either side of your clit, getting you going but not quite giving you what you needed.  His tongue slipping down towards your entrance before back up, still not quite there as you lay your head back, growing frustrated.  When you eventually whine in annoyance he pops his head up, looking at you.

“What, you said you wanted my mouth, is that not what I am giving you baby? Do you need something more?” he asks, giving you a knowing look, knowing that he is working you up and frustrating you.

“Please, my clit needs your tongue please,” you whine, “you fingers too.”  You have no reservations at this point, if begging and straight forward is what he wants then that is what you will give him.  Hell at this point you need it so bad you don’t even care if anyone will hear you, you just, fuck, you need to come.

“Good girl.”

He gives in almost instantly, plunging two fingers inside of you harshly while his lips lower, wrapping themselves around your clit, sucking on it rather harshly as he finally gives you what you need.  Lapping at it, sucking on it, making you feel so sensitive while his fingers work you, teasing against that sensitive spot that makes you whimper under him, that makes you draw close to the edge rather quickly.  

When you moan, drawing closer Rick uses his other hand to slip a couple fingers in your mouth. “Shh, you’re getting too loud baby,” he whispers while getting back to work, moving his hand to only cover your mouth as he draws you closer, wanting you to come so he can just fuck you already.  

When you do with a string of moans he continues to cover your mouth, muffling your moans as he works you through it before slowly pulling himself away from you.  Quickly stripping himself of his boxers before settling himself over you, not giving you time to recover before he plunges in you, a hand settling back over your mouth after the loud moan you let out when he does.

“I think you want us to get caught,” he grunts as he begins to thrust inside of you, seeking his own release now. “You want them to hear us, to know I make you feel so good don’t you?” 

The more he eggs you on the more turned on you are, you aren’t sure why this is making you feel so much more turned on but it is.  His hand moves away from your mouth and down between the two of you to your clit.

“I want you to come again, keep yourself quiet as you do, be a good girl for me,” he murmurs against your skin as he starts to fuck you harder, his fingers circling your clit at the same time.  

He’s close and needs you to finish before him, wanting to watch you fight it so hard as you do, so he quickens his movements of your clit. “Come for me Naomi.”

You do, moving one of your own hands to bite down on right before you do to keep yourself quiet, knowing you can’t as it hits you.  Your eyes watering as you arch your back, finishing with what is honestly one of the strongest orgasms you have ever had.  Rick quickly follows after you, finishing inside of you with a low groan before slowing down and eventually stopping.  

He sighs, leaning down to give you a soft kiss before getting up and walking into your attached bedroom to get a wet washcloth, helping you clean both of your releases off your thighs gently.

“Hey… are you okay? I know this pushed a lot of boundaries for you and….” he asks, his thumb brushing your cheek as you look at him.

“It’s, yeah I’m fine.  Good thing you know me better than I do and did your best to keep me quiet,” you answer with a soft sigh before moving to curl into his side now that you are both laying down.  Your face nuzzled in his neck as you let yourself start to drift off, feeling tired and scared for the morning.

The Next Morning

Lottie and Vin make their way down towards the kitchen where you are busy making breakfast for everyone, praying that she doesn’t mention anything about hearing the two of you the night before.

You turn, setting a plate of pancakes on the table as well as one of bacon before taking a seat, sipping out of your coffee mug.

“Eww gross, please tell me you and Rick didn’t,” Lottie groans when she notices the mark on your throat making you almost spit out your mouthful of coffee in surprise.

“Oh they definitely did, that was their letter,” Vinny says with a knowing smirk. “If you heard them then they would have lost but clearly you had no clue until just now so…” his hand moves to rest on his girlfriend's thigh.

You feel your own face heat up, knowing you are flushing bright red after he says what he did, while your best friend watches you closely, a mix of disgusted and annoyed.

“Wait, so you lied to me about what your letter actually was to keep me in the dark… bitch,” she mumbles, but quickly winks at you so you know that she is just teasing you now.

“Can we just eat breakfast and end this conversation please?” You let out with a groan, making everyone at the table laugh as they continue to tease you.  You realizing that your best friend is never going to let you live this down.  

[seeingstarks]

Stroke Daddy Knows Best

summary : You find yourself getting hot after watching one of Ricky's famous promos and he gives you something to suck on- pairing : ricky starks × afab!reader cw : mature, 18+, smut, fluff, oral (m!receiving), daddy dom kink if you squint a/n : It's been a long ass time since I wrote anything so please take it easy on me. 🖤 My writing is definitely not the best, but I hope some can enjoy it all the same. 😊 This is also my first time writing wrestling fanfiction. Reblogs are very much appreciated! No stealing my work! word count : 1,275 words tag list : @josiewrites gif credit : @allelitewrestlings

You watched Ricky Starks from backstage while he roasted Jericho on his promo. Tony Khan made you be Ricky's assistant for the time being, no matter how many times you told Tony it wasn't a good idea because of the the sexual tension which seemed to build between you and Ricky recently.

Tony had told the two of you that you would make for a cute couple but you were always shy compared to Ricky, so he had you work together and your confidence seemed to boost the more time you spent at AEW and with Ricky.

Sitting upon a crate backstage in the catering area, you crossed your legs while opening up bottled water.

Taking a big sip from the bottle, you looked up at the tv screen a few feet away.

Some of the other talent sat around eating, one person in particular took a seat next you but you couldn't really make out who it was just by glacing from the corner of your eye.

While watching Ricky's promo, you were used to his usual antics but when he tugged at the Gucci belt and said, 'But if you're looking for something to suck...' Your cheeks went from their usual shade to a pink hue.

A chuckle fell from your lips when watching JAS look disgusted, but your reaction was the complete opposite.

You spit the mouthful of water on the person sitting a few inches away from you who turned out to be MJF, soaking his suit.

This caused you to laugh even more but your cheeks were still flushed all from Ricky's promo who managed to get you all hot and bothered.

You splashed some of the water on your face but it only made things worse. To make things even more worse, Ricky was wrapping up his promo and he would be back any moment now.

MJF seemed a bit mad about his suit being soaked but also wanted to make fun of you, "Oh, poor Y/N. Spitters are quitters, you'll never have a chance with Ricky." He remarked with a scoff.

The New Orleans Native made his way toward catering. Taking a few breaths you managed to look less pink, but your cheeks still had a slight tint to them. You and Ricky had made lunch plans today, wanting to grab a bite to eat soon.

Your stomach began to grumble when walking away from MJF, thinking a few bites of food wouldn't hurt. Before you even made it to the catering table you felt yourself being grabbed from behind.

"Let me go before I give you a low bl-" Not having the chance to finish your sentence, you heard an all too familiar voice. Ricky. "Low Blow, Hm? So you did watch my promo then?" He teased, lifting you up off your feet.

You punched Ricky playfully, "Maybe."

"What can I say? You look absolutely stunning all dressed up. I'd love for you to tie me up with that Gucci belt of yours and fuck me relentlessly." You whispered in his ear, "Of course after I suck you good, my appetite is quite big."

Ricky licked his lips, "Y'know what else is big too, babygirl?"

You bit your lower lip, "Stroke Daddy's dick?"

He nodded, "Shall we take this back to my locker room and then go for lunch afterwards?"

"Of course, handsome."

One of your arms wrapped around his waist and the other gently rested on his neck.

"I never actually imagined this happening between the two of us. Even our own boss joked we would make for a cute couple. To think a year ago I was nervous to even say hi to you and now I'm hardcore crushing-" The words spilled from your lips.

"I'm so happy you decided to come over to this company, Y/N. You brighten everyone's day with your smile. Especially mine. I know you were hesitant of working with me at first but I'm happy to hear you have a crush on me - gosh, we sound like kids in junior high. Y/N, I have eyes for only you." He looked into your eyes before placing a kiss upon your cheek.

Moments later, the two of you reached his locker room and he set you down on your feet gently.

He locked the door and made sure you were comfortable before doing anything at all.

You were the first to slightly open your mouth and taste his lips with your tongue, encouraging him to let you in. Ricky opened his mouth soon after, as his tongue began to explore your warm mouth.

He sent shockwaves through your body, oh, how this man could make you feel such things from a kiss, was beyond you, but you loved every minute of it. Feeling a little bolder, you moved your hands from around his waist and began to take off his shirt which was tucked into his pants.

"Haven't you heard of the term, ladies first?" Ricky questioned with a smirk before pulling at the ends of your t-shirt, "May I?" With a swift nod of your confirmation, Ricky gently pulled the shirt over your head before peppering kisses along your neck.

Ricky's long sleeve shirt was discarded on the floor, revealing his muscular chest.

Ricky had revealed your extremely lacy bra, he licked his lips when seeing your nipples strain to tear out of the fabric. His face lit up when you stepped out of your shorts, revealing a matching thong.

The New Orleans Native wanted to put on a small show for you so he told you to take a seat on his sofa. With a gentle chuckle you closed your eyes for a brief moment and upon opening them you came to see Ricky doing his signature pose in boxers.

"You're such a goofball, but that's why I like you."

He grinned before walking over and pulling you into another kiss, "I like you too, Y/N. So much."

You both briefly took a breath of air before kissing again, then looking up at Ricky with seductive eyes as he gave you a gentle nod of permission.

You were quick to move your hand lower on his body, then finally cupping his growing erection.

"Oh", Ricky let out a moan as he bit down at his lower lip, to keep from being any louder. You slowly licked down his chest to his stomach and then lower, getting down on your knees. 

Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you hooked your fingers at the hem of his boxers and slid them down freeing his erection. Looking up in his eyes the whole time you lowered your mouth onto his cock. Ricky watched you wantonly and took a large gasp when he felt the velvet warmth of your mouth surrounding his cock.

His hands entangled into your hair, as he let out an unexpected moan while you took his entire member in, sucking on him lovingly. 

Ricky began to pant in pleasure as you continued to suck his length, making the 'pop' noise each time you would bob your head up and down on his cock.

You could tell Ricky was getting close just by the sheen of sweat covering his body as you moaned around his cock. You gagged on his length just to tease him which threw him over the edge.

You looked up at Ricky as he came in your mouth, swallowing soon after, and sticking your tongue out. Ricky then pulled you in for one of the sloppiest kisses ever, mumbling against your lips, "Now it's time for Stroke Daddy to please his queen."

[blossominghunnie]

ahh i am sO excited that you’re starting to write for gyuv and ricky 🤭 could i request a really fluffy domestic fem(or gn)!reader x ricky where one person wakes the other up with kisses and you both slowly get up and go about your morning ??

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Ricky × fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: Hope you like this, anon!

And ty for requesting. 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Ricky slowly opened his eyes after feeling that the sun’s rays filtering through the window hit him on the face. He groaned and tried to move but couldn’t because there was something or rather someone, on his chest. Looking down, he saw your beautiful face, with your eyes still closed and a relaxed expression.

He smiled softly, thinking about how lucky he was to have you.

Without thinking twice, he started peppering your face with kisses, making sure to not miss any spot.

You were a pretty deep sleeper but even you could be awaken by a tickling sensation on your face.

You sleepily opened your eyes and saw your boyfriend’s cute face looking at you with an adoring expression on his face.

“Good morning, princess.”

“Good morning, my love.” You responded yawning. “Not that I don’t like being waken up like this but why? It’s so earlyyy.”

“It’s not that early, pretty girl. It’s literally 10:30 am.” He laughed.

“For me it’s super early.”

“I know, baby. But it’s my day off and I want to spend as much time as I can with you.” He pouted.

“I understand, love.” You pecked his lips making him smile. “But can we go out to have breakfast? I don’t feel like cooking.”

“Anything for my princess.”

It actually took you a few more minutes to get out of bed because you wanted to cuddle a little bit more with Ricky. Then you took a shower and headed to your favorite restaurant with your sweet boyfriend.

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[lilgoblinbitch]

Gossip 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

rick grimes x fem!reader

part two here

a/n: i based this fic on this post here! i might make a part 2 because i have some ideas in the back of my head of how i think this story could end up going eventually, but idk if i will write it yet. we'll see! also i made up the two random alexandrians in this story :)

summary: rick overhears you and some alexandrian women gossiping, and he decides to confront you.

warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption (reader gets drunk).

wc: 1.5k

MDNI

“Spencer does not like me, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You scoffed, taking another sip of the pinot. This was your second glass, and your head was starting to buzz.

Two Alexandrian women became well acquainted with you, offering you a bottle of wine and some dinner after your first week in Alexandria. You decided “why the hell not.” You never really had great friends before the apocalypse and the only ones you had were the group you came in with, so it wouldn’t harm you to make more.

“Oh honey, did you not notice the way he was ogling you at Deanna’s party?” One of them asked — her name was Shannon. The other woman, Vivian, slightly chuckled, taking one last swig from her glass. She nodded, muttering something in agreement.

You sighed. “Even if he was checking me out, it’s not like I care anyway...”

The two women paused simultaneously, looking up at you with ‘bitch, HUH?’ written on their faces. “Y/n, Spencer is a beautiful man! He’s tall, handsome, and he’s around your age I believe,” Vivian gushed. You scowled, displeased at the comment.

You took another gulp from your glass, emptying the contents down your gullet and then setting it on the kitchen island. After licking your lips clean, you said, “Well, frankly, I don't really care if I’m being quite honest.” Your mind swirled with inebriated thoughts; you sort of had a love-hate relationship when it came to alcohol — it either made you perfectly giddy and sociable or very angsty and erratic. But that’s what it did to most people, anyway. Right now, it was making you angsty. “I have someone else on my mind.”

“Oh, my! Okay, who is it?” Shannon asked, her and Vivian both on the edge of their chairs anticipating what you were about to say — well, what they expected you to tell them, that is.

You thought for a moment; should you tell them? It seemed like they lived for that kind of gossip. But that could mean that they might spill your secret, and you weren't exactly ready for that. “I’ll tell you another time. I’m tired, gonna head to bed,” you stated, yawning as you got up from the stool you were seated on. The two women groaned in disappointment, like children who failed to convince their parents to take them to disney world.

After your friends left you strutted out of the kitchen, about to head upstairs when you heard a door open and shut. Instinctively you ran back to the kitchen to grab a knife to defend yourself from a possible intruder or walker, but before you could your body collided with something, or rather someone.

You cursed and looked up at the culprit; it was none other than Rick Grimes. “Rick, what the fuck! I could have stabbed you!” You scolded him, picking up the knife that clattered on the ground. 

“You forget we live together?” He teased, taking a step back to get a good look at you. Your eyes were glassy and eyelids heavy — a telltale sign that you were drunk. Rick had experience pulling over a few drunkards back in his day as a cop, so he knew immediately without even having to smell the alcohol oozing from your breath that you weren’t sober.

You pushed a strand of hair out of your face, swallowing the excess saliva forming in your mouth. You mentally scolded yourself for drooling over a man, but this one was just too beautiful to not gawk at. The sound of Rick clearing his throat snapped you out of your trance and brought you back to reality. “No, no. I didn’t forget. I just…”

“You’re just drunk, right?” He chuckled, turning his head to look at the empty bottle of wine sitting on the dining room table. You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of your lip while trying to think of a plausible excuse. 

“Look, I only had two glasses. Shannon and Vivian from a few houses down brought us a casserole and some pinot. Girls’ night. Sue me, Rick.” You slipped past him and headed to the kitchen, Rick hot on your tail. “There’s leftovers in the fridge, if you or Carl want any,” You said without turning around. When you got to the kitchen sink you started washing the dishes, but you frowned slightly, looking back up at Rick with worrying eyes. 

“Shit. Did I wake the kids? Is that why you’re down here?” You turned off the faucet, wiping your hands hastily on a dry towel. 

Rick shook his head. “No. Only I heard you. But you weren’t very quiet, and when I heard them leave that’s when I came down here,” he explained, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Your heart picked up its pace. ‘How much did he hear?’ You wondered. You pursed your lips and your eyes floated around the room, quite obviously avoiding his intense stare. He made you nervous. That sheriff always made you nervous, and part of the reason was because you were so utterly attracted to him. 

Finally you brought your eyes back to his icy ones, which were studying your body. You blushed and bit your lip again — it was a nervous habit you could never seem to break. “You got a stain–” Rick pointed to the red stain on your shirt, just below your breasts, “Right there.”

You looked down at the stain, it was wine — dark red wine, at that. And you were wearing a white tank top. How convenient.

You looked back up at him, snorting in slight amusement. “Guess I shouldn’t have worn white, huh?”

He let out a low chuckle, showcasing his pearly smile. God, he was pretty. “Thought you knew better than that, Y/n,” he joked, standing back up fully to make his way over to you. Okay, now your heart was really beating fast. 

When he was finally in front of you, face to face, you gulped. He smelled like the forest after a rainshower, and somehow he always did; it engulfed you like a tsunami. You berated yourself for getting so worked up over the smell of him, and just him in general. He was your leader, your friend. And he asked you to live with him and his children because he trusted you. Why were you acting like a cat in heat? ‘It’s the alcohol’, you convinced your mind, it had to be…

The silence was too loud. You had no idea what Rick was thinking right now; frankly, you never did. His poker face was always unreadable. But your tipsy brain gained a few confidence points, letting smugness wash over you.

“Whatcha thinking about, Grimes?” You shifted your weight to one leg and batted your lashes at the man in front of you. He only grinned, then glanced away momentarily only to stare back into your eyes. 

“Y’know, I overheard the conversation,” Rick started, his chest steadily moving up and down as he breathed. One of his hands gripped the counter while the other was glued to his hip. Your eyes trailed up and down his tanned veiny arms, taking in his manliness.

“Mhm. And?” You kept your composure, not wanting to let Rick taunt you; you knew you talked pretty loud when you were tipsy or drunk but it’s not like you said anything negative about him or anyone.

“You girls like to gossip, huh?”

“Well, yeah. We’re women,” you joked, cracking a smile and trying to ease the tension a bit. “What are you trying to get at?” Rick never bothered to indulge in any girl gossip you, Rosita, and Maggie used to partake in, so why was he so invested now?

Little did you know, he was always invested in literally anything you had to say.

Rick licked his lips and exhaled through his nose. “Heard you talking about liking someone. Is it anyone I know?”

He smirked when he noticed how red you turned. Your face would have matched the stain on your shirt if it was a few shades darker. “I– I don’t…” Of course now was the time to choke on your words, right when you were using every fiber of your being to keep your poise in check. But goddamnit, Rick just had to be a sly and cocky bastard.

“I don’t remember even saying anything about that, Rick.”

His smirk never faded. You wanted to slap it off his face, then kiss the hell out of him. 

He tilted his head to the side a bit, furrowing his brows as if to challenge your statement. “Really?”

You nodded and crossed your arms right over the stain. ‘Deny, deny, deny,’ You repeated in your head.

But he didn’t buy your bullshit. He brought his hand to your cheek, fingers barely grazing your skin as if he was afraid he’d scare you away. Your breath hitched in your throat and subsequently dropped your arms to your sides, separating your lips to say something. However, nothing came out.

“Well, I think I know your secret, Y/n. Answer seems pretty clear to me.” His voice almost came out as a growl from how low and raspy it was. Goosebumps awakened all across the surface of your body. You were tongue tied. 

“I’m the one on your mind, aren’t I?”

[betabarker]

Things an Irish farmhand would say in The Walking Dead that just make sense to me; Part 2:

You have a strange baby Rick. She doesn’t like it when I make the cow noises. Suppose that means Karen should stop minding her then so.

For the love of Christ almighty himself Dale, shut the fuck up.

Ah Father, you wouldn’t happen to have any of that wine on ya?

Church bells on timers? The world’s gone to shit.

No wonder your father gave up pints if he was drinking that shite.

(Prison Guy Tomas after saying it’s his cell) Life’s full of enough disappointments as I’m sure your mother is well familiar with.

Now Rick, if you can’t grow spuds in this field I���ll be disappointed in myself.

(Hershal and Rick in the prison field) Hershal bring over the hoe when you’re done there. I need him for a bit.

Guys I just found the jackpot out on the run. A box of teabags! They’re mine alright!

What do you mean there’s no gas? I had loads in my truck! I siphoned it out of Hershel’s shitbox of a tractor he never got bleedin fixed.

The Governer? Free state my arse.

Glenn if you find any D&D books they’re mine ok? Don’t worry I’ll run you a good session if you do.

[tiramisuucakeee]

01. BRIOCHE ♪

IN WHICH: y/n, in the efforts of finding a quiet place to study, ends up in an unusual setting. a host club, and now, after a small mistake, she might have to become a host too.

chapter one !

a warm breeze stirred the air around the high school courtyard, carrying the delicate pink petals of the cherry trees on its gentle currents. it was early, yes, but the entrance was already alive with the hum of conversation.

the chatter was a blur, discussions of extravagant vacations, vague mentions of family business, the usual gossip that floated through the air like empty confetti. to you, it was all noise, inconsequential and insufferable. but then again, in a place like this, perhaps it was to be expected.

you sighed softly, the sound lost in the rustling of the trees as you walked down the flower-laden path. you couldn't help but feel the weight of attention upon you. it was subtle, but unmistakable, the eyes that tracked your every move the second your footsteps disturbed the world. they weren't the kind of looks that belonged to friendly curiosity. no, these were sharper, calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey.

and you were the prey.

a girl who had somehow slipped through the cracks of this prestigious academy, not by wealth or connections, but by the wealth of knowledge packed into her mind. it had taken everything you had to get here, to prove you were worthy of a seat in this gilded world. if only you could turn that mental fortune into the kind of wealth these people took for granted.

for the past week, you’d been wearing simple clothes, an exception granted by the administration. the silky uniforms and the designer leather shoes felt like a costume, an armor meant to signify status that you could never afford to wear. it wasn’t that you were poor, not exactly. but compared to the others here, you might be in their eyes.

the private academy of ouran was defined by a few things. family status and wealth. it seemed that the students here had more time on their hands than they knew what to do with.

unlike you. if you wanted to stay here, you had to study. that was your main problem. despite the vast number of classrooms, you could never seem to find a quiet place.

room after room, they were filled with laughter, chatter, the clinking of glasses, and the rustling of pages. boys and girls gathered together - dancing, reading, talking - there was never a moment of silence.

you wandered through the hallways, up and down the grand staircases of the enormous building, searching for somewhere, anywhere, that might offer solitude. finally, you stopped in front of an abandoned classroom. it was music room 3.

holding your ear up to the tall door, you couldn’t make out any sound from the inside, so you decided that it was best to use this room before someone else found it.

clutching your book back closer, you opened the door.

you were instantly met with the sweet aroma of flowers and the soft notes of a piano drifting through the air. voices, light and inviting, mingled with the melody, gentle, like the first touch of a breeze.

“welcome to the host club,”

your mouth hung open as you took in the scene before you. the room looked like something straight out of a royal palace, a king’s master throne room, maybe. a grand piano sat in one corner, surrounded by elegant tables, delicate paintings, and fresh flowers. it was beautiful, extravagant, overwhelming.

but what really caught your attention were the people standing in the center of the room.

three guys. one was pale, his sharp features almost eerie, like something out of a gothic novel - if you didn’t know better, you might’ve thought he was a vampire. the next had delicate, almost ethereal beauty, his posture graceful, as if he were a princess from a fairy tale. the last had big, almost innocent eyes, reminiscent of a cat, and a mischievous smile to match.

beside them stood two girls. one had long, silky black hair that shimmered in the soft light, while the other was younger, with pink curly hair that bounced with every movement.

“a h-host club?” you managed to ask, as they blinked at your response, as if they assumed you knew what it was. you tightened your grip on your bag, still looking around in awe at the lavish decorations.

"oh, i recognize you. you're in my class," the tall girl said, her voice friendly but laced with curiosity. she turned to her friends and added, "she isn’t very talkative. she might be shy. i don’t know much about her."

that’s when it clicked. her face was familiar. she was always at the center of the classroom, surrounded by her friends, chatting, laughing, gossiping, and receiving gifts from boys, flashing that wide, effortless smile to anyone who’d give her attention. and there you were, always at the back of the room, near the window, trying to blend into the background.

“oh, how rude of us,” a boy then said, "you must not know what this is. welcome to the host club, new special student." his eyes practically gleamed with excitement at the words.

"what?!" the younger girl gasped, her pink curls bouncing with each step as she quickly ran toward you. "so you're the exceptional special student, y/n l/n?!" she blinked rapidly before smiling at you, her small hands reaching out to cling to your arm.

“how do you… know my name?” you asked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips as you took a small step back. but she only leaned in closer, her excitement overwhelming, like a child tugging at your sleeve for attention, or begging for games on a phone.

"well, the way this school works, it makes it very difficult for a commoner to get in," a guy from the group said, his tone casual, as though this was just another fact of life. "they say that if you don’t become a bookworm, it’s practically impossible to be accepted as a special student."

“huh, you’re so nice…” you rolled your eyes, prying the girl off of you, really not liking how they thought you were a ‘commoner’ just because you weren’t crazy rich.

"what i mean is, you're a hero, y/n," the guy continued, clearly getting carried away with his own thoughts. "even though you’re the number one student in the entire school, you're also the poorest one on campus." he pouted dramatically, his eyes wide with mock sympathy as if that somehow made you special.

you gave him a confused look, not sure whether to be offended or amused. "it’s not as bad as you’re making it seem," you replied, walking away from them, your feet moving closer to the door. you could feel their eyes on your back, watching your every step. "if you’ll excuse me..."

as your hand touched the door handle, you were suddenly yanked backward. the young girl had leapt onto your back, almost knocking you off balance. "wait, y/nnie, you’re a hero!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with childish wonder, as if she took every word he’d said literally. "you’re actually a hero!"

“agh-! no, i’m not not!” you managed to pry her off again, frustration edging your voice. "i'm just a special student, not some heroine- wait, who are you calling y/nnie?!" you shivered at the over-the-top enthusiasm that radiated from them, the extroverted energy that felt completely foreign to you.

the cat-eyed boy chuckled softly, his smile mischievous as he stepped closer behind you. "you know, i never imagined the famous y/n would be interested in the host club," he said, his voice smooth and teasing. "so, what's your type?"

"type? type of club? i mean, i guess i do like dancing…" you asked, your confusion clear on your face as you tried to make sense of his sudden question.

he cleared his throat dramatically before reaching out and gently grabbing your shoulders. without warning, he spun you toward the first boy, the one with the pale, almost otherworldly appearance. "the confident type?" he asked, his tone suggesting that it was the obvious choice.

you blinked, still not sure where this was going, but he wasn’t finished. he spun you again, this time facing the boy with the graceful, princely air. "the cool type?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

then, with a smooth grin, he turned you toward himself, his smile almost blinding. "or perhaps me, the charming type?" he finished, his voice dripping with playful confidence.

you blinked, swallowing hard, completely unsure of how to respond. the boy, however, misinterpreted your hesitation and gave a knowing grin. without giving you a chance to react, he started walking you toward the two girls.

"maybe you're into girls, like her," he said, pointing at the girl from your class, the one who looked so poised and elegant. "the elegant type?"

your eyes widened in realization, and a wave of panic surged through you. you quickly stopped him, pulling his hand off your shoulder. "n-no! no! i don’t-” you stammered, feeling heat rush to your face. "i'm not here for anything like that!" your heart pounded in your chest as you took a few steps back, each movement heavier than the last. "i'm just looking for a quiet place to study... i didn’t even know you all were doing a host club in this abandoned-"

your words were cut off as you backed into the corner of a table, the sharp edge catching you off guard. you stumbled, and the next thing you knew, the sharp sound of glass shattering filled the room.

they all immediately ran towards you, peering over your shoulder at the scene. a vase, once pristine and elegant, now lay in a million jagged pieces scattered across the floor.

“aw, that vase was our star product for the school’s auction, thats a shame,” the girl from your class sighed, as a boy placed a hand on her shoulder.

“yes, and to think that we could’ve easily made 8 million yen from it,” he said sadly.

"8 million yen?!" you turned to face them, the numbers suddenly swirling in your head. for a moment, it felt as if the ground was slipping away beneath you, but before you could completely lose your balance, you felt a hand steady you from behind.

the "confident" type had caught you, but you were too dazed by the shock to even notice the placement of his hand on your back.

"can you pay for it?" the younger girl asked innocently, her voice full of curiosity. "i mean, can you? since you can’t even afford the uniform." she added, making you sigh deeply in frustration. you opened your mouth to retort, but the words stuck in your throat.

"what should we do, jungwon?" the older girl asked, glancing at the boy with cat-like eyes. he was deep in thought, his posture composed as he silently observed the situation. after a moment, he sat down, never breaking eye contact with you.

he studied your cold, unamused face for a long beat, and then finally spoke.

"have you ever heard the saying, 'when in rome, do as the romans do'?" he asked, his tone calculating, almost as if he were waiting for you to understand something unsaid. his gaze didn’t waver. "from today on, you’ll be..."

"the host club's assistant!" jungwon announced, his voice full of confidence.

everyone else in the room stood in stunned silence, eyes wide as they took in the weight of his words. even the two girls seemed momentarily speechless, staring at him in awe, as if he’d just made the most logical statement in the world.

except for you.

you stood frozen, feeling the last bit of life drain from your body as the reality of the situation hit you. assistant? you? you, who had just been looking for a quiet place to study, now bound to some kind of never-ending responsibility in a place you didn’t even understand.

with the amount of money you owed them for the vase, there was no way out. you weren't going to be their "assistant." you’d be their prisoner. and not just for a day, not even for a year. no, you’d be stuck here - serving them - until you were old enough to be a grandma.

MASTERLIST.

NEXT CHAPTER.

BTW: jungwon is blond in this, sunghoon has dark hair, ricky has dark hair too, wonyoung never really changes color so she is dark brown hair, and iroha has pink ‘tick tack’ era hair.

[eating-plastic]

Headcanons: Roller Ricky x Fem!Reader NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw (obv), smut (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks), AFAB!reader, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (fem and male receiving), a bunch of other dirty stuff, I mean what do you expect? It's nsfw headcanons, probably some grammatical errors, the fact that this exists is a warning in itself

A/N: I'm back on my bullshit. As the warnings state, this is pure, unbridled self indulgence and I will not be taking any questions on the matter. No seriously, this is super self indulgent. If this interests you for any reason, then read on. If not, then this never happened, kay?

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🛼-First things first, Ricky is such a sweetheart during the deed, but I mean that should be pretty obvious

🛼-He likes taking things slowly, at least in the beginning. Slowly undressing you, littering your body with open mouth kisses, gently sliding his fingers inside of you to help stretch you out

🛼-Because believe me, you do need that little bit of prep. While his dick is just right in the length department, he's definitely thick enough to the point where he can't just slam himself into you

🛼-Even then, it still stings a bit when he does finally push his cock inside of you, but you can't help but find that little bit of pain delicious

🛼-Poor baby, the moment he sees you wince in pain or have tears of pleasure in your eyes thinks he's hurting you and asks you if you want him to stop or if you're okay. You always answer him by pulling him down to kiss him and wrap your legs around your waist to keep him in place

🛼-I think it goes without saying that Ricky adores making you feel good. Seriously, he can't get enough of your pleasure and likes to make you cum at least once before he does. He is not selfish at all in the bedroom. In fact, you'd almost say that he's too generous

🛼-Anytime you wanna just focus on him and making him feel good, he switches it up on you. You'll have to tie his wrists to the headboard if you wanna keep him from turning the focus back on you, not that he'd be opposed to that ;)

🛼-Oh yeah, I should probably mention that he's a service switch. You want him to be dominant, you got it babe. You want him to be submissive, you also got it. Either way, he wants to take care of you and please you

🛼-As such, he loves eating you out. He'll have his mouth working overtime on your pussy if that's what you want. He doesn't even really care about whether you decide to reciprocate said pleasure or not. He typically gets himself off at some point while lapping up your arousal

🛼-That's not to say he won't turn down head if you offer it to him. He loves the feeling of your mouth taking him almost as much as he loves the feeling of your cunt.

🛼-He tries to let you suck him off at your own pace but sometimes his hips just get a mind of their own and he accidentally thrusts into your mouth, this is usually when he's about to cum. He also doesn't care whether you swallow or not, but seeing you swallow his seed does make his cock twitch and the next thing you know he's hard again

🛼-Man, can Ricky get loud when you two are going at it. At first, he was embarrassed about it until you told him that you like hearing him being so vocal and honest. Ever since then, he doesn't bother hiding his voice from you at all. What can you say? You love listening to him babble about how much he loves you and how perfect you are

🛼-Leaves where he finishes up to you. He doesn't care whether it's inside or outside of you. You'll have to remember to keep an extra rag handy no matter what though, because man is his load massive

🛼-After the deed is done, prepare for some sweet ass aftercare. I'm talking cuddles, lazy kisses while you two are curled up in bed, and saying "I love you" to each other. If you both think you need a shower before all of that however, then of course you both go shower together.

🛼-I will warn ya though, depending on your mood, that shower can turn into an extra round

[reveluving]

twice shy ; oj haywood x reader

warning: fluffy fluff (shy idiots in love)

a/n: again, no reason for me to write this other than the fact that mr kaluuya is <3 MC is jupe's sister in general because ✨ i n c l u s i o n ✨ (+ the invasion didn't happen, cool? cool!)

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oj feeling his heart stop when jupe introduces you as his older sister. you're not a part of the showbiz life, but just like the haywood's, the two of you were like two peas in a pod.

em relentlessly teasing tf out of her brother; it's not hard for her to notice the way his breath would hitch or when he flexes his hands as they turn clammy. her speculations have only been confirmed when at one point, there's this dreamy look on his face as you'd leave, excusing yourself to help your brother.

it takes a second for oj to notice his sister standing next to him, but when he does, especially with that damning smirk on her face, he knew he was in for a treat.

"I'm just sayin'; you guys would look cute together!" em will not stop buttering her brother up just so he'd grow a pair to ask you out. for most people, it would look like he's trying to tune out his sister's words when in reality, he's truly taking in her words, hoping that they could actually hype him up to take you out on a date.

em not only enjoying the way you and her brother shyly interact with one another but going as far as taking a couple of secret shots with her camera. even if it was a creepy thing to do, oj had to admit, the photos turned out amazing, and it didn't help that you'd always look ethereal.

oj not being able to stop smiling whenever he sees you and his extroverted sister hang out, almost funny because it's easy to see you trying your best to keep up with her every once in a while (because same), which he truly appreciates.

oj finally having the guts to ask you out when he finds you admitting your feelings towards him to one of the horses in the barn. em would've bursted out laughing if she saw the two of you stammering over the shared confession.

horseback riding!! say you've never done it before; oj carefully helps you mount (his hands on your hips!!!) and walking with you at a comfortable pace in case lucky acts up and he'd be able to catch you!

or! if the relationship's far enough, the two of you ride the horse together! just oj sitting behind you, letting him steer the reins while you lean against his chest <333

if he's feeling bold, he'll sweet talking in your ear a little, the two of you would share a laugh before he lets go of the reins for a bit to wrap his arms around you &lt;3

failing to get used to em screaming "hey, lovebirds!" whenever she sees the two of you together. jupe's more subtle with his teases, but that doesn't mean the eyebrow-wiggling doesn't happen.