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Sweet Serial Killer *ੈ✩‧ Young! Gf! Nick Goode x reader (1)

“𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻

𝓓𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱,

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱! “

Summary: Murders are happening around Camp Nightwing, and you’ll do anything for your best friend Nick.

Warning: mentions of murder & violence, dubious consent, yandere! Nick, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, mentions of pedophilia (NOT by nick), pictures without consent, toxic relationship asf, god complex, male masturbation, oral (m & f recieving), p n v, breeding kink, dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, missionary, riding, the reader is very dependable on Nick, loss of virginity, creampie, marking, squirting, dom! Nick, sub! Reader

Nick isn’t an inherently violent person.

But when he meets you in the summer of ‘76, all of that is thrown out the window.

You’re a camper. And no, you aren’t a child; you’re eighteen years old. Nick is twenty, beginning as his first year as a counselor. At Camp Nightwing, it’s taboo for a counselor and camper to become romantically involved. But Jesus, Nick just can’t help but be so in love when he looks at you. Your cabin is right next to his, and he sees your sweet ass everyday, watches you strut around with him on his off days and have fun. You’ve both grown incredibly close. And if anyone messes with you, they have to deal with him.

And waves of intense rage aren’t new to him. But right now, he has still never been so incredibly angry.

He watches as a camper, some guy named Alex and around your age, torments you; pulls your hair, calls you names, makes fun of your makeup. And it makes his blood boil. You’re so precious, so much of an angel. No one needs to treat you this way. He approaches, quickly breaking it up. On the outside, his demeanor is calm, is safe.

To you, Nick will always be safe.

Alex scurries away quickly when Nick starts murmuring threats through clenched teeth. Tears are running down your face, and Nick brings his arm around your shoulder and guides you to his empty cabin. You bury his face in his neck when you’re both finally alone on his bed. He pulls you away and begins to stroke your tearful face soothingly.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “I know. It’s okay, honey. That fuckin’ asshole..” he looks at you with slight concern for a moment. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You sniffle, and shake your head. “He p-pulled my hair, a little bit. But I’m fine.”

If Nick had any previous guilt about his plans for tonight, they’re all gone now.

“Okay..” he smiles, a small laugh leaving his lips as he runs his hands over the outer corners of your eyes.

“You ruined your makeup.”

You frown, worried. “Do I look bad?”

“What? No, not at all.” How could you ever think you look bad? “You look.. you look really pretty, y/n.”

“Oh.” your face flushes, and you smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He replies. And then,after that, you lay down on his bed and he reads you your favorite book while you curl up on his left side. It’s one of the things he does to help you feel better, to make you feel even more protected and safe with him.

And then later that night, the first murder at Camp Nightwing takes place.

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The next day the talk is all around camp. Alex, the boy that had harassed you the day before, is dead.

You’re in shock. No one has ever died at the camp before; it’s full of teenagers and kids doing arts and crafts, after all. In a situation like this, they should close down the camp. But the death itself was confirmed to be an accident; he had somehow slipped off of a cliff beside the lake that campers weren’t allowed to approach, and had hit his head on the rocky floor below. A counselor had found him that day, and there were rumors that it was incredibly brutal; his head was completely smashed to pieces.

Some people, however, believe it wasn’t an accident. There were rumors that a few campers saw someone in a black robe and a weird mask that resembled that of a ghost. But those were just rumors, for now.

You shove the thought that Alex deserved what he got down into your gut, and decide to feel bad for him.

“I just don’t get it,” you explain to Nick the next day, in the empty art room. “Why would you even go over there? It’s like, the most dangerous spot.”

Nick shrugs as you refer to Alex, as he knots a new bracelet for the third time that day.

“Dunno,” he replies. “Like I said, he was an idiot.”

His tone and the use of the word ‘was’ makes bile rise in your throat, but you change the topic to the task at hand.

If anyone knows you, you’re just a little… dumb. So, Nick helps you with your crafts in your art activities everyday, always teaches you new things because you’re interested and don’t know how. It’s not just in this field, where you depend on him; he helps you with practically everything, even feeds you from time to time. He knows how to take care of you, how to keep you satisfied and happy.

He watches as you struggle to tie a knot in the bracelet that you’re creating, watches as you slam it down onto the table and make a sound of frustration. He chuckles, amused.

“Having fun?”

“Fuck off, Nick.” You snap . You immediately begin to apologize, not meaning to have sounded so rude.

“Im so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, y/n. It’s okay, I promise.”

He hates when you feel as if you’ve said something wrong around him. You could never anger him.

“It’s just…” you rub your eyes, careful not to destroy your glittery makeup. “I can’t.. I can’t make the bracelet. It’s not working.”

“That’s okay,” Nick assures. “I can teach you. It’s okay, here-“

His fingers move to grab the strings from you, maneuvering the plastic stand it’s attached to so he can gain better access. He looks down at the instructions.

“Yeah, this knot is complicated,” it’s not, but you don’t need to know that. “All you’re doing wrong is not looping it around. If you just..”

He smiles as he grabs your cherry red nails into his larger set of hands. He brings them down and shows you the proper way to tie the bracelet, and you squeal in victory when you’re finally done. It’s a little jagged along a section, but it isn’t too bad.

“See! I knew you could do it. You’re such a quick learner.” Nick praises. You flush.

“Thank you.”

He watches as you tie the ends. And then, you’re nervously looking towards him.

“I want you to have it.. i-if that’s okay!”

Nick beams, happily snatching the bracelet from your hands and slipping it onto his wrist.

“Thank you, angel. I love it.”

He picks up one of the bracelets he made and insists that you wear it too. He ties the ends for you, and slips it around your wrist. You smile. And then, with ease, he brings his lips down to your wrist and places a kiss to it. The nervous lip bite you give him makes his cock harden in his pants, but he chooses to ignore it for now. You smell so sweet, the perfume on your wrists making his eyes practically roll back. It’s so you, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Do you want to go back to my cabin?”

The words make you stutter, knowing that the cabin is empty and that everyone is away at another camping activity at the lake. But alas, you utter a quick ‘yes’. When you get inside he guides you to sit down at the head of his bed so he can read to you again. But once he gets through a couple paragraphs of The Great Gatsby, you’re already leaning onto his shoulder sleepily.

“Tired?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“C’mere.”

He grabs one of your arms and slings it over his chest. You sigh happily, shoving your face into his shirt as he moves down to lay flat on the bed.

“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.”

“Okay, Nicky. Thank you.”

Oh, how precious.

Your soft snores fill the room as you sleep. Time ticks by, but Nick can’t seem to keep still as much as he wants to. So, gently, he removes himself from underneath you and pulls his blanket over your shoulders as you turn over in your sleep. He watches as your tits seem to practically spill out of your tank top. His breath catches in his throat. It’s not that noticeable because it’s on your lower side, but your nipple has seemed to slip out of the fabric.

The thing he does next is probably incredibly wrong. But who can blame him, with you looking like that?

His hands go down to palm the bulge in his pants. He breathes heavily, lip getting caught in his teeth as he watches your slow moving breath and beautiful face. He brings his hands into his pants and begins to stroke himself with vigor.

He knows it’s incredibly risky. You’re his best friend, and if he gets caught doing this you might not be anymore. But precum spills over his fist and he thrusts into his own palm mercilessly. He starts to imagine scenarios with you in them: taking your tits into his mouth, sucking on those pert little nipples that he loves to see peeking through your shirt. Fucking that tight little pussy he knows you have, while you’re on all fours and your ass is bouncing back against his abs. And then, lastly, watching your little cunt get stretched beyond its boundaries as he impales you, your virgin blood coating his cock and leaving your creamy spend on him. This makes him keen, and then he’s stuffing his fist into his mouth as he cums all over the inside of his briefs. You begin to stir, not quite waking up, but it makes Nick’s mouth water even more at the thought of you catching him. You don’t wake up, however. You’re always such a deep sleeper.

Nick sighs, moving into the bathroom to wash off his hands and then change into a new pair of underwear.

And then, when he’s next to his dress, he catches sight of his camera.

It’s a Polaroid camera, a dark brown that he keeps with him whenever he wants to take picture of the camp’s scenery.

But maybe it can be used for other sights.

He remembers to turn the flash off, and then he snaps a picture of your sleeping form. And then, another. And another. And another. All at different angles, some far away, some so close that it’s a surprise that you don’t hear the click of the device and wake up. When he’s done he gathers up all of the pictures that have been printed and shoves them into his drawer full of shirts, next to another set of pictures. Ones that consist of a boy in water, with his head missing.

He checks on the clock on the wall. It’s dinner time, now.

He goes over and lightly shakes you. It takes a few minutes of this before your eyes finally crack open.

“C’mon, sweets, you gotta wake up,” he murmurs. “It’s time for dinner.”

You blink, wiping the sleep away from your eyes and smearing your makeup in the process again. But when you get up and look in the mirror, you choose not to acknowledge it.

You don’t even notice the anxious look Nick gives you when you ask for some of his clothes and reach into his t-shirt drawer. He’s so thankful that he hid the photos in the very back, because you don’t find them.

He makes a mental note to move them to a place where no one would think to look.

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The next day Tommy Slater teaches you archery.

You’ve see the boy around, not really ever talking, but he’s sweet, with nice hair and a pretty smile. He holds your arms in the right position as he helps you pull back the strings of the bow. When you pull it back, it’s the first time ever that you hit the target. You pull him into a hug, and his hands go down to your waist as he asks if he can buy you a cherry coke from the vending machines.

Nick watches the whole thing with displeasure when you say yes.

No one really notices, but Nick just always seems to be around you, even though there’s a whole other side of camp to be taught. It’s a surprise, really, that the boy can keep his job. If it wasn’t for the extra class he teaches everyday and his father being the sheriff, he’d probably be fired.

Nick really hasn’t had that much of a problem with Tommy before. He’s a nice guy, and they get along well whenever they work together. Hell, Tommy was even his bunkmate for a while before he decided to switch and room with his brother, Will.

But he’s talking to you. And he’s being a little too nice, too touchy to see you as a regular camper or friend.

And Nick can’t have that, can he?

So a week later, after you had started to grow close with the boy, Tommy Slater is found with a noose around his neck. A suicide, of course. It’s incredibly unfortunate for you; you cry about it, not leaving your cabin all day over the death of your new friend when you find out the news.

Of course, Nick is there to comfort you. He doesn’t leave your side, and stays with you for the entirety of the day while you sleep on top of his shirtless, warm body.

He’s such a good friend.

You sigh as you roll yourself out of your bed. You’re exhausted, mentally. Nick had begged you to come to dinner with him, but to no avail after many minutes of struggling. You figure right about now that the best thing to do is your makeup. Something that sounds incredibly stupid, but it helps you relieve a lot of stress. You bring yourself back over to your bed with your makeup bag and begin to apply a full face.

You jump, almost smearing your eyeliner, when Nick opens the door. Although you shouldn’t get excited at a time like this, you smile when you see an ice cream cone in one of his hands.

“Finally getting up?” He teases. You nod.

“I guess so. No use getting hung up, right? We..” you’re trying to seem positive, but the image of Tommy’s body hanging from the ceiling brings bile to your throat. You swallow it down as you apply a layer of blush and grab the ice cream cone from Nick. “Me and Tommy weren’t even that close.”

Nick shrugs, sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch you apply your mascara.

“He’s in a better place now, y/n.” The boy assures.

You nod in agreement, but you’re still a bit upset. You shake the thoughts out of your head and lick at the ice cream cone. Nick watches some it drip down your chin, and he imagines what it would be like to stuff your mouth full.

“So,” He starts. His eyes never leave your mouth. “Are you going on the camping trip tonight?”

Every Saturday, campers go deeper into the woods and camp out. You know Nick enjoys it, but the thought of sleeping in a tent with no air conditioner tonight does not sound like fun.

“Probably not.” You reply.

“That’s okay.” Nick assures. He can tell by the look on your face that you feel bad for ditching him. “On second thought, how about I stay here with you tonight? I know you don’t like to be in the dark alone.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of the dark, I’m scared of what’s in the dark! But also, won’t you get in trouble?”

“Whatever you say, sweetness.” Nick replies. “But I’m staying. I’ll just say I’m sick. ”

“That’s…good. I want you here.” And it’s true, as you utter the words. Nick smiles, and watches as you get up to throw away the ice cream cone (one of your weird quirks that Nick has picked up is that you only like the ice cream itself, and not the cone). When you bend down to drop it into the trash can, your shorts ride up and the soft globes of your ass are exposed. Nick exhales sharply.

You hear him, and turn around to look at him in concern. “Are you okay?”

Nick coughs, eyes averting from you as his cheeks glaze over into a dusty pink. “Yeah! It’s just a little stuffy in here, that’s all.”

“Oh.” You frown. “Do you want to go to your cabin instead? You have a better air conditioner, anyway.” And then your eyes light up. “And you have a radio! We can listen to music tonight!”

Nick chuckles at your excitement. He knows you enjoy music. “Yeah, honey.”

“Yay!”

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It’s not long before almost everyone in camp is away, and you and Nick are alone. Although the trip is optional, very few people decide to stay behind. Will had left, his eyes lingering on you a bit too long as he tells Nick to ‘have fun’. Nick’s eyes had narrowed at his tone, and he had put a possessive grip on you as he guided you to his radio so he could teach you how to use it.

And that night, Nick introduces you to weed.

It’s not something you’re opposed to, you’ve just never got around to it. And when Nick pulls out a small bag of the skunk smelling drug, you’re happy to get high with him.

You giggle as Nick runs his fingers over your legs in a teasing manner. He knows your ticklish behind your knees, and of course he isn’t going to ignore the chance of getting to touch you. His radio plays ‘Fear The Reaper’ in a blaring tone, and the both of your eyes are red rimmed and watery. You move away from his hands and off to bed to explore the things in his room, dazed.

And then you catch sight of his camera.

You pick it up, and feel the plastic device with your fingertips.

“I’ve never seen you with this,” you say. “Is it new?”

Nick lifts his body up off of the bed to look at you.

“No, I’ve had it for a while.” He replies.

“Oh.” and then, your hands begin to flimsily play with the buttons.

Nick grins. “Do you want me to take pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard, but the look on his face, begging, can’t make you say no.

“If you want.”

“That’s great,” Nick pauses, hesitant. “Can you get on the bed for me?”

“Yes sir.”

You don’t mean to say it, really, but you just want to follow his directions. You think he’s going to be freaked out, but all he does is give you a sweet smile.

“Good girl.”

Your face flushes, and your twiddle your fingers as you begin to climb onto the bed. You move your hair so it rests behind your shoulders, and smile. Nick snaps it, the perfect view of you on your knees for him. You move to another position, sideways, and tilt your head back.

So cute, Nick thinks. And all mine.

By the third or fourth, you’re comfortable enough to not be shy.

“Is this good?” You ask. You’re leaning forward now, on your knees once again. Nick can see your cleavage at this angle, and he thinks you’re the most sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Perfect.” And then, another pause before he speaks. “You’re so beautiful.”

You blanch, as if that’s the first time he’s ever said it. You look up at him with a look he can’t quite place.

“Do you really think so?”

“I think you’re perfect.”

Dazed and Confused by Led Zepplin is playing on the radio now. The tension in the room grows intensely, in this moment, as Nick utters the words. It’s as if it’s never been experienced before. It has, many times, but usually there was someone or something to interrupt that tension.

So now, all that Nick can think to do is throw the camera onto the bed, move over to you, lean down, and press his lips to yours.

It’s probably a dumb idea, but if it goes the opposite of the way Nick wants then he can just blame it on the mary jane in his system.

But you kiss back. The boy suspects you’ve never been kissed before, because your lips move awkwardly against his. It’s endearing to him, and he moves to press himself closer to you. You moan against him when he begins to climb on top of you. He pulls away, his thighs caging your hips down. He grabs your hands and moves them above your head.

“You’ve never done this before , have you?”

You look away shyly, shaking your head as you do so to signal the word ‘no’. He grabs your face with his strong hands and guides you too gaze at him again.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n. Yes.. or no?”

Your lip gets caught in between your teeth as he looks down at you hungrily.

“No.” You utter softly.

He tuts, bring his hand down to your hip and rubbing the soft skin there.

“So no one’s ever touched you here? Hm?”

You shake your head.

“Poor baby.” His hand moves down further. He’s ghosting his fingers over the crotch of your shorts. You squirm, a small squeak leaving your mouth when he presses on your clit through the fabric. “What about here, baby? Anyone ever played with this little clit before?”

“N-Nick, c’mon-“

“Who? Are you lying to me? Has someone touched you here?” His tone is demanding, now, angry. You look up at him with wide eyes. He’s always been so gentle with you, and his attitude now shock you.

“No..” and then, softly, “no sir. I promise.”

He calms, a small smirk beginning to play on his lips. He rubs, gentle and slow, on your clit. You mewl, hands going up to his hair for leverage as he teases you.

“Such good manners. Being such a good girl.”

His fingers leave you. You whine in protest, beginning to grab his hand and put it back where it was, but he pushes your grip away. He chuckles.

“No, no. You’re going to do something for me first.”

Your face goes red, when he grabs your hand and presses it against his girth.

“You feel that, baby?” He’s taunting, watching as your mouth opens on instinct and your soft wet tongue lolls out. “Feel what you did?”

“Yes. Yes, daddy, I-“

The word that leaves your mouth isn’t intentional, but when it does it has Nick groaning, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“God, that’s it. You want me to be your daddy, baby? Wanna be my little girl?”

You nod, eagerly, and you begin to move to unbuckle his jeans. He makes a noise of disapproval, though.

“No. Stay right here.”

And then he’s moving off the bed and to the foot of it, beginning to unbuckle his belt. He beckons you over, but stops you when you begin to get off the bed.

“No,” His hand goes down into his pants, and he breathes shakily.

“Crawl.”

Your pussy is practically drenched at this point. A small moan sounds in the back of your throat, and you get on your hands and knees. The look Nick gives you as you move towards him is so dark that you aren’t sure it’s even him anymore. But fuck, he looks so handsome, so beautiful. You can’t help but do what he says.

You’ll do anything for him.

He grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you up on your knees at the edge of the bed. His shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of his tanned and toned skin.

“What do you want me to do now, daddy?” The words you’re saying sound so unlike yourself, but it’s like something different has taken over you. All you can think or feel is NickNickNickNickNick. Over and over, your pussy throbbing and spilling wet juices all over the inside of your panties.

“Take your shirt off, sweetheart.”

The demand is one you follow instantly, and when you slip the shirt over your head your nipples are puffy and swollen. He grins, moving down to flick one of your nipples.

“These are so pretty. We should get them pierced, don’t you think?”

The thought of needles going through your tits make you wince. Nick laughs.

“I was just joking, angel.”

“We have to have those nice and ready for our baby, don’t we?”

Your eyes widen, and he laughs again, as if pregnancy is some kind of game.

“Joking, again. God, you’re so gullible, you know that?”

You really don’t think you’d mind carrying his baby, but you don’t mention that right now. Instead, you bring your hands to the bulge in his pants. He groans in surprise, and looks down at you.

“You little minx. Get to work, then. Since you want to be so impatient.”

You hesitate, not really knowing what to do.

“Can you teach me, sir?”

He presses your mouth to his clothed cock, and you gasp at the sudden movement. You drool all over the fabric of his jeans, the confines of the zipper making his incredibly large cock press against the denim.

“Gotta taste it first, don’t you?” He teases. He yanks you away from his dick and pulls your head back so you’ll look up at him.

“Give me a kiss.”

You do, reaching up desperately to kiss him on his soft, sweet lips. He strokes your face, gentle unlike the past few minutes.

“Do you feel safe with me?”

You nod, and he nods his head in understanding at the confirmation.

He begins to unzip his fly. And then, you watch as he pulls out his thick length. You gawk at how pretty and large he is, his tip shining with precum and his balls drawn up tight.

“Do you trust me?”

His voice is rougher now. He strokes his cock, and you ache for it to feel the deep canal of your throat.

“Yes, daddy. You’re the only person in the world I’ll ever trust.”

“Good. You only need me.”

And then he’s rubbing the tip over your lips, and you’re eagerly suckling the soft skin and licking the precum off. He tastes so good, so salty and bitter but so perfectly divine. He growls low in his throat, holding back as much as he can so he doesn’t destroy your perfect little mouth.

“Yeah, just like that. Didn’t even have to tell you where to put that slutty mouth. You think about this a lot, don’t you?”

You nod, as much as you can with your mouth full.

“Run your tongue along the vein.” He directs, watching as you pull off and ask him what to do next. “You see, right there?”

You follow his directions perfectly, following the trail and then moving to kitten lick underneath his head. His eyes roll back, and he shallowly thrusts into your throat. You become desperate, then, and before he realizes what’s happening your downing his whole aching prick in one singular stroke.

“Oh, fuck, you bitch!” He’s loud, and his resolve breaks. He grabs your head with both of his hands and begins to fuck your throat with vigor. You choke, your eyes watering, but you don’t want him to let up. Looking up at him through watery lashes, you see that his had is tilted back and his mouth is open in shock and pleasure.

“I can feel the back of your goddamn throat, Jesus fuck..”

He slows, just a bit, when he sees you struggling to breathe.

“Remember to breathe through your nose, sweetness.”

His advice helps you, and soon you’re relaxed as he uses your throat. Your hands grip his thighs, and on a particularly deep thrust your nose hits the curly black hair at his base. It’s amazing, how much you can take.

Not that Nick has been with many girls, but he’s been with a few. And all of them could hardly take his cock inside their cunt, much less their throat. Nick giggles at the irony, then, sadistically. Of course you can take it. You’re made for him. And he’s your god, a life force that you’re devoted to, that you can’t ever escape.

“Yeah, you’re a pro at this,” Nick says roughly. “ My good little cocksucker.”

That sets you off, and your fingers begin to go down and rub your clit. It doesn’t take long before Nick is pulling you off and pushing you back down on the bed. He grabs you by your thighs and begins to unbuttons your shorts aggressively. When he gets down to your underwear he’s pulling them off with a quickness and shoving them into his back pocket.

You really should be shy right now, but you aren’t. It’s just that way with Nick. You can do anything, show him anything, and you’ll still feel like the most free person to ever exist. He spreads your legs wide, and he doesn’t hesitate to go down and get a taste of you.

He licks a stripe up the expanse of your drenched pussy, makes sure to add a little bit of tongue when he gets to your clit. He thumbs the swollen button, plays with it like it’s a toy. Your back arches, his touch setting flames off on your skin and inside of you.

“Nicky, please..”

Your voice is raw from getting so harshly throat fucked, your eyes droopy and already fucked out from all the foreplay. He says nothing, instead choosing to gather up some of the precum from his cock and use two now lubed fingers to shove inside of you. Your hips soar off the mattress, the sudden stretch burning intensely, but not as much as you would’ve originally thought. You’re so wet that you’re really up for anything, at this point. You flush with embarrassment when you hear your wetness gushing around Nick’s fingers. But he looks pleased, intensely so, and bends down to press a little kiss to your clit.

“Aww, look at that,” he coos. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? Did daddy make you this wet?”

“Yesyesyesyes-“ you practically scream when he rubs your inner walls a certain way, and it makes your legs shake and makes tears stream down your cheeks. “please keep doing that, daddy. Oh my God!

You can feel your orgasm approaching, and it’s embarrassing that you’re cumming this soon. But you’re a virgin, after all. You can’t help it. And so, with a sharp intake of breath and a moan, you cum all over Nick’s fingers. He watches as your juices coat his entire hand and shirt as your legs start to convulse in pleasure. He smiles, satisfied. You just squirted all over him.

“There you go.. just like that. Good girl. Give me all of that, baby.”

When you come down it’s like you’re wiped of energy. Nick notices. His hand goes up to stroke your face.

“You have to give me one more, okay? Just one.”

You shake your head, eyes going closed, but he slaps your cheek lightly to keep you awake.

“Still need fuck you, honey. I want you to be awake when I do it. Want you to remember.”

You bite your lip, hesitant, but then you nod. He smiles, and your heart flutters as you look down at him in between your legs.

“That’s my girl.”

He adjusts your thighs, pulling your spent body towards him. His cock nudges against your entrance. It’s different from what you’ve just experienced, much more intimate and warm. So he guides himself into you, gently. It hurts, and you let out a noise of displeasure. You start to cry again, but out of pain.

“Daddy- c-can’t, ‘s too much..”

“I know you can take it, sweet girl. Don’t you want to make daddy proud?”

You hiccup, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, and you whisper a small, “yes sir.”

He pushes into you for what seems like forever, and when you finally feel his pelvis pressing against your clit you jump from the stimulation. It causes you to clench down on him, and you cry out at the feeling of him losing control and thrusting into your open canal. He groans, lifting himself up with his hands to keep himself still.

“Don’t do that baby, ‘s gonna hurt you. Fuck, you’re so tiny. My cock is splitting you in two.”

Yeah, you wanted to say, like I warned you it would.

But you don’t say that, and soon his cock just feels like a lot of pressure. So when you tell Nick to move, he tries his hardest to be slow. He’s shaking, the fact of being in control of himself a new phenomenon. But when he drags himself out, slow, and then pushes himself back in, you begin to feel different. He hits that special spot again, just right, and your hips move back on him at their own accord.

“Daddy.. please. Fuck me! want it hard…”

The words spill out of your mouth quickly, your brain going haywire. Nick’s hands become bruising in their grip, and he shoves your hands over your head again and begins to pound you vigorously. Your wetness leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and you look absolutely gorgeous, letting him use you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful little girl.. love having this pussy fucked, don’t you? Making daddy so proud..”

You moan loudly, his praises making more wetness drip out of you.

“Love you, daddy, love you so much!”

Nick’s hips stutter at that, and although it should be a very large milestone to cross, it feels perfectly natural, perfectly true to say, and it makes his head spin. His perfect little girl, worshipping him and his cock. You’re a dream come true.

“Holy fuck.. I love you too, sweetheart.” Your heart aches, so deeply. He loves you. Nick, the boy you’ve been completely devoted to and have worshipped the entire summer, loves you.

You can feel his thrusts speeding up, his hands bruising on your skin. ‘M gonna cum, shit-“

He twitches, flooding your sticky walls with his cum. Your hips shake, your pussy milking him dry.

“Love your cum, sir, feels s’good.” You slur. The fact that you’ve gotten riled up and haven’t came again is in the very back of your mind. Nick’s cock, his body, his devoted time and attention to you, is enough to satiate your needs. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to watch his cum drip out of your needy hole, and then rubs your clit in gentle strokes.

“just give me one more, baby. Cum for daddy one more time.”

And who are you to resist? Shaking, your brain turns to mush. Your tummy tightens and then you’re spilling again, watching as Nick looks down at you with adoration.

When you slow, his hands move up to swipe some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. You smile bashfully, watching as he lays down beside you and beckons you over to him once more. It’s peaceful, resting now in the darkness of his room. The radio is still playing, soft just as before. And when you sleep, you dream of sweet nothings.

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And then two days later, you’re being harassed by the camp’s janitor.

His name is Lloyd, and he’s older, much more so. He’s noticed you around, he says. He wants to get to know you more.

You’re uncomfortable by his offer. He’s a grown man, for christ’s sakes! And not an attractive one, at that, so why would you even attempt such a thing with him?

Of course, Nick isn’t too far behind when Lloyd starts spewing harsh words when you reject him. He pulls you behind him protectively, and begins suggesting that he call his father and tell on him. Lloyd instantly backs off, but his narrowed eyes never leave yours as he walks away.

Later that night, there’s a camp bonfire. You smile as you conversate with Nick while a bag of marshmallows between the two of you. You shove one into your mouth as you discuss Carry by Stephen King, and he agrees that it’s one of the best. Your head rests on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you. Although campers and counselors technically can’t be together, no one around really cares at the moment; they’re all too busy with their own friends to notice. You grab Nick’s hand and suggest that he take you to get more snacks from the cafeteria. He trails behind you, watching your ass bounce in the tiny skirt you’re wearing. It isn’t long before you’re buying a coke and Nick is using every excuse in the book to guide you behind the deserted building and up against the wall.

His lips press gently into your neck in a sloppy, wet kiss. Your coke is forgotten, the soft drink’s bottle sitting on the concrete beside the both of you. You fall into Nick more when he bites down softly on the spot below your ear; he’s only fucked you once, but he knows your body like the back of his hand.

You sigh, your hand grabbing his and discreetly guiding it to that warm spot in between your legs. He huffs out a laugh, watches your face contort into carnal pleasure when he rubs your clit softly.

“Needy, baby?”

“Want you..” you whine, hands gripping his shirt. “Fuck me here. Wan’ everyone to see…”

“Jesus,” he moans, your hand going down to palm his aching shaft. “Only fucked you once and I’ve already turned you into a little cockslut, huh?”

You nod as his thumb brushes over your lips in a playful manner. You bring the digit into your mouth, making sure that it hits the very back of your throat. Nick groans at that, bringing his thumb out and crashing his lips into yours. You taste like cherry coke, and from the past few days of the constant making out you guys have been doing, Nick can infer that this is just how you taste. It’s so perfect, so incredibly sweet and precious. He grabs your arms and turns you around so he can press your body against the wall behind you. His hands undo his belt, and then he’s lifting up your skirt to see your pretty cunt.

“No panties, sweetheart?”

“Just wanted to be ready for you, daddy.”

The way you say it, so giving and dedicated, makes Nick’s cock jump. When he pulls it out he presses it flush against your bare mound and slaps your lips playfully with his tip. You squirm, little pussy red and swollen.

“Love this little pussy so much, baby,” Nick coos. He rubs your clit with his length, and it makes you tremble. “Need you to beg for daddy. C’mon, be a good girl.”

You don’t even hesitate, your voice shaky and desperate. “Please! Need you so bad, daddy. Please fuck me!”

He doesn’t hesitate to shove himself inside you, then. And although the stretch still hurts, it feels better than last time and it makes you mewl as he begins to harshly pound into you. He yanks you back by your hair, your body pressed flush against him, and he uses his other hand to yank your top down and expose your tits to the night air. They scrape against the brick wall, and it the sting makes you clench around him.

“Good little bitch.. such a tight little pussy…”

And then his tone becomes darker, and he begins to put a bruising grip on your hip.

“Tommy could’ve never fucked you like this, y’know.”

The sentence catches you off guard, your body slowing its movements. But only slightly; because as fucked up as it is, Nick still turns you on. You stutter, your eyes rolling back when Nick’s cock grazes your insides perfectly.

“W-What?”

And although it seems like Nick should be ashamed or feel caught saying the thing he just said, he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers reach down to rub you clit, as he chuckles darkly.

“You heard me. That little fucker. You were going to leave me for him, weren’t you?”

Your eyes furrow in confusion, tears beginning to form at the stress of his interrogation and his harsh thrusts. Nick slaps your ass harshly, watching it jiggle and move against him more.

“Answer me!”

“No! No, I only ever wanted you! I- I didn’t-“

“Good.”

His fingers slap your pussy, and then he’s rubbing your clit in harsh circles again. You practically scream, your wetness gushing down his dick.

“Now fucking cum for me.”

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You ignore Nick as he walks you back to his cabin.

You don’t know what else to do. How else are you supposed to react when your best friend slash lover decides to talk about a dead friend in bed?

It should upset you more than it does.

You’re freaked out, a little bit, of course. But the guilt, that pit in your stomach, isn’t as prominent as you thought it would be. And when Nick pulls you into a hug and softly asks, “stay, please?”, you can’t resist him. Will is out, you assume. Probably with a random girl or still at the bonfire.

None of that matters, right now. You turn your head when Nick tries to kiss you. He frowns, hands coming up to your hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why’d you say that stuff earlier, Nick?” You ask quietly. Your nervously bounce on the balls of your feet. “That was really mean.”

He sighs, looking regretful as he takes your face into his hands.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t of said that. I got carried away..“

His lips land on yours, gentle. You’re extremely tired, your limbs weak and your pussy aching from Nick’s harsh fucking. You don’t know how to feel, but the softness of Nick’s lips makes your eyes flutter shut.

“I won’t do it again,” he murmurs, as he pulls away. His thumb goes to wipe away stray mascara that had smeared on your face. “I promise. Just stay with me?”

You know it isn’t right. You know that what he said was messed up, was something you should leave him for. But you don’t. You just nod your head obediently, and join him on his bed. And when you’re trying to sleep and his length rubs up against your thigh, he asks if you want him. You say yes, and It’s true.

And when he brings himself up to your lips, you lick his cock clean, and show him your devotion.

@itsthatonegirl

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jack being in love with quinn’s best friend and maybe he finally gets the girl

Brothers Best Friend

Jack Hughes x Reader, Quinn Hughes x Platonic!Reader

Description: Mr. Jack Rowden is in love with his older brothers life long best friend.

Note: Jacks pov because sometimes I just like writing male pov. Also if I miss any ndtp boys ignore it there’s too many for me to remember them all 😍😍😍.

Warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, brotherly banter and fights, underage drinking, no Covid off scene sex.

Ever since we were kids Quinn has had this best friend, Y/N, ever since they met in like 2011 they’ve been best friends. They met when our babysitter brought Quinn, Luke and I to a park and since then the girls spent every day at our house after school, and since about 2014, I’ve been borderline in love with her. Her hair, her eyes, her smile, her body, her style, everything. Even things that have changed over the years due to growth and experimentation with fashion. I love it all. And yes I know. She doesn’t do it for me or any other men. But it still makes me happy to see her so confident and happy.

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Fast forward to 2020, Quinn and I just bought our lake house, and us, Luke, Trevor, Cole, Matt, Alex, and Y/N have been here for a week. Since the season for us just ended we’ve just been relaxing and resting before we get partying and having fun.

The first weeks of summer consisted of me hanging out with the ndtp guys of my year, Luke with some of his friends and Quinn with Y/N, Brady and Josh. Then when we all got more comfortable within the living situations we started by bringing in alcohol and starting smaller parties with Luke only being 17 sometimes we’ll send him to our parents for a weekend because yeah I’m underage too but partying at 19 is better than partying at 17. At least I’m legal in SOME countries nearby and a legal adult too so I’m responsible for myself.

The first few parties were quite uneventful, until we decided to actually incorporate the lake and have a ‘lake party’ instead of a ‘pool party’ so when everyone showed up in swimsuits, it turned into a horny haven. This wasn’t the first time I saw Y/N in a bikini, but I guess with the alcohol in my system I had the courage to stare more and actually talk to her and get her to ‘dance’ with me.

The music was loud and sexual, her ass was against my crotch as we danced (grinded) on each other. The party was in full swing and everything just felt amazing. Until the next morning… I woke up to my arms around a naked y/n, and a massive hangover between my ears. My head pounded and my ears were ringing, but there was a gorgeous girl in my arms so I can’t complain.

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Mid August, when all the partying is done, and we relax for a few weeks before going back to our respective cities where we play hockey and/or go to school. I’m sat on a devils beach chair with y/n on my lap, Luke’s on a Michigan one, Quinn’s on a Canucks one, Cole’s on a USA one and Trevor I guess bought a Ducks one for some reason and he’s on that.

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Ever since that summer, the summer of 2020, THEE summer of 2020, i haven’t been happier. I have my dream girl, my dream job, any parents, siblings and friends are all healthy and happy with where they are in life and my life is honestly perfect right now and as I said, I can’t be happier!

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xmalereader · 1 year

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Simon Riley X Male Reader

|| Masterlist ||

Authors note: It’s finally here! The last part of the baker series for Simon Riley. I really enjoyed writing these series and giving a character the love that they deserve. I hope you enjoy this last part!!

Summary: The final part of the baker series.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, happy ending, last part of this series.

Word Count: 3.1K

Simon was the first to wake up. It was still dark outside and the bedside clock read 5:00AM in bold red, giving him a perfect view of the time. He lies silently in bed, listening to his surroundings and can hear the sound of the ceiling fan above him along with bed springs and the rustle of bedsheets next to his side where he glanced over to see Y/n sleeping peacefully, cocooned and bundled up in the warm blankets, soft snores escaping his lips and buried his face deeper into his pillow and cover.

Simon’s lips crack into a small smile as he moves quietly to not wake Y/n up as he pulls the covers away from himself and sits up on the bed. He gives himself time to wake up, his eyes and brain still feeling drowsy with sleep, rubbing it away before coming to a stand and making his way towards the bathroom where he gets himself cleaned and dressed.

Summer was around the corner and the weather was getting warmer, forcing him to wear something that won’t cause him to sweat every hour especially when he’s working in a bakery that is also kept warm. Y/n had complained to Simon a few days back on how much he hated working in the summer due to the hot weather and being around huge ovens all day in order to provide what customers wanted.

Simon had volunteered to help with opening the bakery along with the baking the daily specials causing Y/n to teach Simon how to use the oven properly along with memorizing the ingredients and how to do it correctly. He was very strict when it comes towards his baking that Simon received a slap on the shoulder here and there whenever he messed up the ingredients or burned the specials. Y/n was close to banning Simon from the kitchen only for the bigger man to convince him that he could get things done properly.

It took Simon a few weeks to convince him until he was finally able to do the baking with no supervision. The two sharing the daily task together and creating a schedule. Today was Simons turn to get the specials ready which is why he is up early, giving him enough time to get everything baked on time and for the pastries to remain fresh once they opened and allowed customers inside.

Simon sat at the foot of the bed, slipping on his shoes before taking his phone from the nightstand along with the silver ring that he slips on his left hand. He gives Y/n one last look before leaving the room and closing the door quietly behind him. He makes his way towards Alex’s room, pushing the door open with out making a noise and checks on the young teen who lies asleep in bed, sprawled out and snoring the day away.

After he’s checked on the kid he’s prepared to get the day started by taking the keys to the bakery that hung in the kitchen and making his way downstairs and outside where the bakery is located below them. He unlocks them bakery and steps inside where he focuses on getting everything prepared before the opening hour strikes. He spends 3 hours in the kitchen, baking and cleaning the place along with getting the displays ready.

As the hour of opening got closer he make sure to double check everything one last time. Alex had made it downstairs after waking up, dressed up for the day and stepping isn’t the bakery to help out with the tables and chairs that they had available.

“Morning.” Alex yawns out, lazily removing the chairs and putting them down. “You already eat breakfast?” Asked Simon who was washing his hands behind the counter where a small sink was located.

“Yeah, I ate last nights leftovers.” Alex moves onto the blinds. “Dad’s still asleep.”

Simon hums in response.

The room grows quiet until Alex clears his throat, stepping towards Simon with his hands behind his back. “So,” A grin is plastered on his face. “What’re giving dad for his anniversary?”

Simon froze, his eyes widen.

Alex takes notice of his reaction causing him to gasp loudly and dramatically. “Dad is going to kill you!”

“I forgot…” Simons voice is soft, getting a handle towel to dry his hands and looking up to see Alex with a huge evil grin on his face causing the adult to frown and glare. “You aren’t going to tell him are you?”

“Nope! But, I do want to see the outcome when he finds out that his husband of one year forgot about their anniversary.” He hums loudly. “It’s a show I can’t miss.”

Simon groans under his breath, tossing the towel aside and checking the time. Y/n will be downstairs the minute it nears opening.

“Do me a favor.” Simon blurts out, getting Alex’s attention. “Keep him distracted while I get him something.”

Alex rolls his eyes. “Simon, don’t worry. I know dad well enough that he won’t get upset about it. If you really want to get him a gift then make it simple, nothing to big.” Alex shrugs his shoulders and focused on the final things to clean before glancing at the time. “Look, dad really likes this pub down the street.” He snatched a napkin and pen and writes the address. “Go there and look for Penny, she can help you.” He hands it over to Simon who accepts it with a confused look.

“What am I going to find there?”

“You’ll see.” Alex grins, nodding towards the back door in order for him to escape before Y/n arrived, giving Simon enough time to finish up and toss his apron aside and make a run to the back door after snatching the note from Alex who's laughing faints on his way out. Simon and Y/n have dates for three years and married for one year.

Simon never though that he would make it this far into life and to the point of wanting to get married with the person that he really cared and loved for. He was the one who proposed first, it wasn’t anything romantic and neither was it planned. It was busy in the bakery and packed due to y/n’s special deal that he offers every February, selling his pastries at a very good price that caused everyone to come.

The place was flooded and it was only them three but the worked fast and got things done, both Y/n and Simon working at the front while Alex did the baking in the back, avoiding the large crowd and focusing on his own task. While Simon helped with packing up the orders and Y/n rings them up, giving the customers fakes smiles and quick change in return. When the place grew slow the two were exhausted, finally giving themselves a break to relax before the place grew crowded again, giving Simon the opportunity to look at Y/n who was covered in flour, sweat covering his forehead and his face red from the heat in the bakery.

The sudden sight made Simon admire him even more that he blurts out. “Marry me.”

Y/n didn’t show signs of shook as he dusts the flour off his apron. “Okay.” Was his simple answer.

Simon had a ring with him, he was planning on proposing but not like this and always carried this thing around for safe keeping that when he pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to Y/n—the baker inspects the ring and smiles, slipping it on himself and turning to Simon. “Good luck returning me without the receipt.” He said before placing a soft kiss on Simons cheek and urging them to get back to work.

They didn’t have a big wedding. Y/n didn’t have any family besides Alex and Simon was not inviting his team. The two spent their wedding night eating dinner and watching a moving along side with Alex who passed out later that night sitting between the two on the couch. Simon couldn’t be happier with the family he gained just by stumbling inside a bakery he was curious about only to end up married with the owner.

Now, here he is heading towards the Pub to see what exactly Alex had in mind in order to provide a gift or anything for his and Y/n’s anniversary. Upon arriving he takes a glance inside by the large window only to see if empty, he makes his way inside and stuffs the note in his pocket. His makes his way towards the bar where he see a young girl serving drinks to a few customers that were sitting on the bar.

“What can I get you?” She chirps up, smiling widely as she stands in front of him.

“I’m looking for someone named Penny.”

“That’s me! You must be Simon?”

He nods.

“Great! Alex called earlier and told me that you were on your way—come, this way!” She doesn’t give much explanation and guides him through the bar and towards a much private area. “What is—?”

“There he is!!”

Simon’s breath hitched at the familiar voices.

He looks over to his right and there he sees his old 141 team after not communicating with them in years, wanting some peace from knowing anything amount their missions. He turns to penny with a harsh glare, bot frightening the young girl as she gives him a wide smile and pats his shoulder. “Have fun!” She says happily before skipping away to continue her work load.

Simon sighs deeply, turning to his older team as they all greeted him with cheers and smiles.

“Look at you, not hiding your face anymore?” Soap is the first to ask, ignoring Simons side glare as he sits next to Price, slumping down in his own spot in the booth and looking at the food before him along with some drinks. “Shouldn’t hide this face whenever I am around the people I care.” His tone is dry, reaching over to snatch one of the drinks. Simon stopped drinking after he started dating Y/n, wanting to keep his health in check in order to be around Alex and Y/n longer and not have any other issues. But, today was a special occasion. Perhaps one drink wouldn’t hurt.

“How did you know I would be here?” Simon finally asks.

“Penny’s mother is Laswell.” Said Price, getting Simons attention. “Turns out that a friend of hers was looking for us, wanted us to visit this side of town as a surprise for an old friend.”

Simon groans. “Fucking, Alex.”

Gaz is next to speak up “Who’s Alex?”

“He’s my—“ Simon’s mouth goes dry.

He’s been around the kid for years now and is married into his small family, would that make Alex his son now? He didn’t really know if Alex was comfortable with claiming him as a parent yet and was willing to give the kid some time, the two were always together in the bakery and Alex was comfortable to talk about his day along with the bad stuff that he;s gone through, the kid had told him about his parents abuse, brave and ready to finally speak about it that he ran away from school and come to him seeking protection, feeling safe with him.

“He’s my husbands kid.”

He causally takes a sip from his drink only to hear Soap choke while Gaz snorts at his teammate.

“You have a kid?!”

“You’re married?”

“Congrats.” Price smiles proudly at Simon.

Simon hums in return. “Have been for a year, his name is Y/n and he’s a baker.”

“Does he own the bakery down the street?” Price suddenly asks, cocking his head and raising a brow.

“Yes.”

Price laughs, “Who would have thought that Simon would marry a baker—he never let me in the kitchen to cook.”

“You know Y/n?”

“Of course, he and I used to be roommates years back. I encouraged him to save money for his future bakery. I woke up every morning to the smell of muffins. I was his taste tester back then until I told him to find someone else, I wasn’t going to deal with all of that leftover bread.” Price shakes his head, remembering the old times that he spent with Y/n.

Simon had no idea that Y/n had connections to Price, his old captain. He’ll probably ask Y/n about their friendship and what the hell he was doing sharing a home with Price out of all people, the man rarely socialized and was always focused on his missions. That would be a nice story to hear about during dinner together.

“So, Ghost. Tell us about this marriage of yours?” Soap wiggles is brows, interested in knowing more while Simon rolled his eyes and takes a sip from his drink. “Mind your business, Soap.” Simon wasn’t one to share his personal life and he for sure isn’t gonna share his romantic details with his old team, his memories with Y/n and Alex were his and only his.

Price laughs at Soaps frown as he holds his up his drink to the others. “In celebration of Simon being married and getting the family he deserves.” He announced, getting his other teammates attention as they too raised their glass while Simon watched with a small smile on his face.

“To Riley!” They all say as Simon raised his glass half way with a chuckle escaping his lips, enjoying his time with his old teammates.

—

It wasn’t until sunset that Simon was finally able to return back home after spending some time with his old mates, getting to catchup with them. The moment he steps outside of the bar he can’t help but sigh, remembering that he forgot to get his husband an anniversary gift, only to find out that his old mates was his husbands gift to him while he stood back there with nothing. He felt like a horrible partner for not providing him anything as he makes his way back to the bakery.

The bakery should be closed at this hour, only with him having to head upstairs and into their apartment where his steps are quiet. As he approached the living room he can hear the sound of Y/n and Alex whispering to each other harshly.

“You burnt the cake?!”

“I was an accident!”

“You own a bakery, how do you burn a cake?!”

“I’m nervous!” Y/n shouted at Alex, smacking the kid upside the head with a glare. “Now go get the other gift.” He points towards the stairs where the two look up to see Simon leaning against the door frame, his hands in his pockets as he watched the two argue. His stance brings a shade of red on y/n’s face as he clears his throat. “You’re back? I mean—surprise!” He throws his hands up in surprise while Alex rolls his eyes at the late surprise.

“Did you enjoy my gift?” Y/n asks with a grin on his face while Simon gives him a nod and pushed himself off the frame and walks over to Y/n, leaning down to kiss him softly. “I did, thank you.” He whispers and turns to Alex. “How did you get in contact with them?”

Alex held his head up high with pride. “No doesn’t share their secrets.” He announced before rounding the coffee table. “Anyways, since dad already got you a gift I also got you one too!”

Alex hands him an envelope, getting Simons attention as he takes it in his hand. “You didn’t need to provide me a gift, kid. I think having you around is enough.” He reached out to tussle his hair as Alex pushed his hand away with a small laugh escaping his lips. “I know, but Its a special day for you two and I wanted to make it memorable.”

He’s fidgeting nervously, picking at his nails as he bounced on his heels. He was anxious for him to open the letter as Simon raised a brow. “you want me to open it now?”

“Yes or else I’m going to throw up all over you from anxiety.” Alex blurts out.

“He’s not kidding.” Y/n gives Simon a serious look, he’s Alex father he’s seen the poor kid throw up from anxiety, mainly during school whenever he was forced to present a project or whenever he had to preform a violin recital. The kid got easily nervous to do such things in front of large crowds and yet somehow the teen is able to handle crazy customers and rush hours at the bakery all by himself.

Simon takes the envelope in hand, tearing it open with ease as he looks inside with a raised brow, confused at first before shaking the paper out of the package, taking it in his hand as he reads through it. His eyes widening as he takes notice of what it was.

Adoption papers.

Alex wanted Simon to adopt him.

He wanted him as an official parent. Something Simon never knew he will end up getting after everything he’s been through when he was Alex’s age.

“You don’t have to sign them if you don’t want too, no pressure, I just though you would be interested—well I do see you as a parent and—“ Alex was rambling, his anxiety getting to him as he goes on and on about how he wants Simon as a parent and how he cherishes the man.

Simon is quick to silence the kid, pulling him into a warm embrace. Alex frozen under his hold before replacing and signing against him. “Is that a yes?” He muffled out as Y/n laughs at their interaction. “I think it is.” He whispers fondly to the two.

“Does that mean I can call you old man?”

“Fuck no,” Simon blurts out. “I prefer pops or dad?”

“But dad, is dad.” Alex points to Y/n who rolled his eyes. “Who cares you have two dads now!” Y/n jumps into the hug, holding the two close together as he giggled. “Best anniversary gift ever!” Y/n shouts in glee as Simon smiles at his husband happiness. That’s all he ever wanted from his new family, to see them happy and together.

“Thank you…” Simon softly whispers to the two, finally holding the world in his arms

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soulofapatrick · 8 months

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Secret's Out - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: Henry comes to visit you at the Lake House to take a break from studying

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: None really, heavy making out

Notes: I have one more Henry story in the works then an Alex one

Y/N’s POV

The summer sun bathes everything in a warm, golden glow as I sit by the window of the lake house, my heart beating a little faster with each passing moment. This place has become my refuge for the past few months, a quiet haven where I’ve immersed myself in my studies, allowing me to escape the world and focus.

My heart and mind have been a whirlwind of emotions ever since I realised just how strong my feelings for Prince Henry were and how Henry wasn’t ready to tell the world. He wasn’t ready to share our relationship with the world, and even though it ached inside, I had agreed to wait patiently. Love is not about rushing someone; it’s about giving them the time they need to find their own comfort.

A soft knock on the door rouses me from my thought, and I find Alex, my older brother standing there with a knowing smile. He’s been my confidant throughout this journey,, the one who’s listened to my heartache and dreams.

“Hey Mouse,” Alex Alex's mischievous grin is enough to make my insides twist with a combination of nervousness and excitement. The nickname has stuck with me since childhood, a playful jab at my somewhat introverted nature. But today, hearing it from Alex feels different, almost like he knows something that I don't. "Ready for some company?”

“Company?” I respond, my attempt at casualness belying the fluttering nerves that seem to have taken residence in my stomach. My heart beats a little faster, and I wonder what Alex is up to this time.

As I watch him step into the room, his vibrant energy filling the space, I can't help but wonder what my wild-child of a brother has in store for me today. Alex has been persistent in his efforts to drag me away from my books and studies, insisting that I need a break. Little does he know, this very house is where I feel closest to Henry, where I yearn for him the most, as it became our secret sanctuary a few months ago.

“I have a surprise for you.” Alex announces, his grin growing even wider. I raise an eyebrow at him, my curiosity fully engaged now.

“A surprise?” I I echo, the corners of my lips tugging into a reluctant smile.

“Close your eyes.” He instructs, and although a part of me screams to hold onto my reservations, I comply. I shut my eyes tightly, letting my other senses take over. The rustling of fabric and the faint sound of footsteps gradually diminish as Alex seemingly exits the room.

My world becomes a canvas of darkness, and my ears become hyper-aware of every little sound around me. There’s a quiet hush in the room, the kind of silence that’s laden with anticipation. I can almost sense the air shifting as Alex’s energetic presence departs. The room growing still, almost expectant, until a new set of footsteps grace the floorboards. These are softer, more measured, yet they send my heart into a frenzy. They’re familiar, like a melody that’s been etched into my memory. They’re the kind of footsteps that I’ve been longing to hear for four months - Henry’s footsteps.

My heart skips a beat, and a rush of emotions floods through me. The surprise Alex had promised is becoming clearer, and my pulse quickens with every delicate football that draws nearer. It’s as if the distance between us is shrinking, and in this cocoon of darkness, I can feel him coming closer to me. The soft steps seem to echo in the silence, a rhythm that syncs with the thrumming of my heart. They’re cautious yet purposeful, as if he's taking his time, just like he always does. I hold my breath, my body tensing with anticipation. The darkness behind my closed eyes feels heavy, but his presence in the room is almost tangible

And then, it happens.

His presence envelopes me like a warm embrace, and the world outside of this room fades into obscurity. I sense his closeness, his warmth, and then I feel his breath, sweet and familiar, brushing lightly against my lips. Time itself seeming to hold its breath as our lips meet, and it’s as if every moment of separation melts away. His kiss is gentle but filled with a longing that matches my own, a testament to the months we’ve spent apart.

His hands find their place on my face, cupping my cheeks tenderly, guiding me to my feet as if I were a delicate treasure he’s been yearning to hold. It’s a sensation that’s both electrifying and soothing, like coming home after a long and arduous journey. My lips parting slightly beneath his, welcoming him with an intensity that mirrors the love we share. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, whispering promises of the moments we’ve missed and those yet to come. There’s a sense of completeness, of being in the arms of the one person who truly understands me.

As our lips linger in that tender, perfect moment, I feel like I’m floating in a sea of emotions. It’s a kiss that defies the bounds of time and space, a kiss that shakes off all the stress and anxiety from studying.

But then, with a gentle and lingering touch, Henry breaks the kiss. His lips part from mine, but his thumb continues to stroke my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He looks at me with bright blue eyes, glistening with affection and longing, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Hey,” he greets me quietly, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile, scared moment we’ve created.

“Hey,” I respond, my voice barely above a whisper matching the intimacy of the moment. There’s no need for grand declarations or elaborate words. He’s here, standing in front of me, and that’s all I need right now.

Without a second thought, I stumble forward, closing the gap between us and wrapping my arms around him. I rest my head on his shoulder, finding solace in the familiar scent of his cologne, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the sensation of being enveloped in his warmth. Henry’s fingers gently card through my hair, a soothing gesture that sends ripples of comfort down my spine. It’s as if he’s trying to convey all the words he can’t express in this moment through the gentle caress of his touch.

In a hushed murmur, he whispers soothing words, his voice a melody that dances through my ears, “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart.” He murmurs, lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, “I love you, more than words can say. I’m so proud of you.” His words hold an intimacy that goes beyond mere declaration of love, a connection that has thrived despite the challenges and secrets that have defined our relationship.

Before I can respond, henry’s lips find mine once more. And the world narrows down to the sweet sensation of our mouths meeting. His lips move against mine with a gentle urgency, as if trying to convey all the emotions he’s held inside during the distance between us. His hands are on my hips, guiding me backwards until my back hits the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat and intensity of the kiss. It’s a welcomed juxtaposition, grounding me in the reality of this moment, where the cool surface supports me as henry’s body presses firmly against mine.

His lean, muscular form moulds against my own, and every point of contact sends electric shocks through me. I can feel the powerful rhythm of his heart, the warmth of his skin, and the strength of his embrace. It’s as if our bodies are trying to memories every curve and contour, as if they’re saying ‘this is how you fit with me, this is how we belong together.’

Henry’s hands roam my body with a touch that’s both tender and possessive. They glide over my waist, up my back and down to my hips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. A strangled sound is swallowed when he rocks my hips forwards, erections rubbing in a delicious friction as he murmurs against my skin, “Fuck me Darling, I’ve missed you.”

His lips leave mine in a slow, tantalising descent, trailing down my neck, one of his hands finding it’s way to my unruly locks and tugging almost painful to expose my neck. The sensation is almost painful, but the intensity of the desire that courses through me is undeniable. I arch my neck even further, silently inviting him to leave his mark, to claim me in this secret moment.

His lips make contact, and the world seems to spin as a combination of pleasure and yearning courses through me. Henry’s lips are both soft and demanding, creating a sensation that’s nearly maddening. The pressure of his kiss sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the heat building between us, a wildfire of longing. His lips lingering for a moment, leaving a mark, a hickey, a visible testament of our stolen passion.

And then, with a hunger that matches my own, he draws me back into a heated kiss, our mouths colliding almost bruisingly. His tongue brushes against my lips, seeking entrance, and I part them willingly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Our tongues engage in a fierce, passionate battle for dominance, each of us seeking to convey the depth of our desire. It’s a dance of raw, unbridled need, a silent proclamation that nothing and no one can come between us.

Except my Dad. Who is standing in the doorway, grin like a Cheshire Cat, one hand raised to knock. Henry breaks away from me in surprise despite Dad’s presence calm and unbothered, while I try to flatten down my wild hair. I must look like more of a mess than Henry who’s plump lips are kiss-swollen, hair wild, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with love and lust. If Dad wasn’t watching us I think I would jump Henry right here and now.

“Well,” Dad clears his throat, shaking his head fondly, “Alex and Bea have already made it halfway through the food, I’d hurry up if I were you.” He chuckles, eyes twinkling with amusement, “You can continue this romantic reunion later.”

“You’re not mad?” I find myself asking, heart almost pounding out of my chest.

“Of course not Mouse,” Dad’s grin softens into a loving smile, “He’s a good one, don’t lose him.”

And with that, Dad turns and leave the room, leaving me and Henry to stare at each other, processing what dad’s said.

“I fucking love you.” I grin at Henry, watching the way his shoulders slump with relief.

“I love fucking you.”

“Henry!”

He runs off giggling and I can't help but follow, shaking my head with a fond smile.

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CHARLES XAVIER

Miracle Baby (Charles Xavier X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Something Beautiful (Charles X Fem!Reader)

Late Night Arrival (Charles Xavier X Fem!Reader)

Recovering (Charles Xavier X Reader) *TW

Dancing (Charles Xavier X Reader)

30 years Later (Charles X Reader)

Wanting Revenge (Charles Xavier X Daughter!Reader)

Bonding Over A Loss (Charles X Daughter!Reader)

Gravitational Pull (Charles X Teen!Reader)

All Magic (Charles X Male!Reader)

Cuddling With Charles Xavier Would Include...

Dating Charles Xavier With Scarlet Witch Powers Would Include...

Dating Charles Xavier And Being A Younger Xmen Would Include...

RAVEN DARKHOLME/ MYSTIQUE

Cold Spots (Raven X Reader)

Being Raven's Daughter Would Include...

ERIK LEHNSHERR/ MAGNETO

Translate (Magneto X Daughter!Reader)

Meeting Your Father (Magneto X Daughter!Reader)

Sukkot (Magneto X Reader)

Assistance (Magneto X Reader)

Many Years Later (Magneto X Reader)

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Care To Share (Logan X Fem!Reader)

Seeking Help (Logan X Niece!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2/ Pt 3

You Look Like Her (Logan X Daughter!Reader)

Baby Porcupine (Logan X Daughter!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2/ Pt 3/ Pt 4/

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Playing Cards (Logan X Male!Reader)

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Dance With Me (Kurt X Reader)

Young Love (Kurt X Fem!Reader)

WADE WILSON/ DEADPOOL

A Year Free (Deadpool X Teen!Reader)

Revelations (Deadpool X Fem!Teen!Reader)

Target Practice (Deadpool X Daughter!Reader)

Bad News (Deadpool X Daughter!Reader)

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Being Wade's Daughter And Dating Ajax Would Include...

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Emotions (Charles X Fem!Reader X Erik)

Unwilling Horseman (Charles X Fem!Reader X Erik)

Card Games (Gambit X Male!Reader)

Fever Day (Warren Worthington X Fem!Reader)

Disaster Squad (Peter, Kurt & Sean X Fem!Reader)

Ally (Mystique & Magneto X Reader)

Returning Home (Logan X Reader X Laura)

Losing A Brother (Scott Summers X Sister!Reader X Alex Summers)

Not Welcome (Magneto X Daughter!Reader X Logan)

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gh0stw1f3 · 10 months

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Carl w a reader who isn't shy about wearing revealing clothing, especially on hot days, because they're super skilled or whatevr but that usually makes them subject to some of the nastier Alexandria occupants. After a particularly nasty harassing, he defends her, she finds it hot, and then, bam, smut.

Reward (Carl Grimes x Reader - Smut)

WARNING: Not Proof-read, Oral (male receiving), penetration, almost getting caught, violence (non-sexual), sexual harassment/assault

Georgia is hot. VERY hot. It being in the south and all. The heat was unbearable. Before the apocalypse, you lived in the East Coast. You went through winters and hot summers but not as hot as the ones in Georgia. So to help, you wore short shorts and spaghetti strap tank tops.

Rick would tell you to cover up but you were comfortable with your fighting skills. You never let a walker get its mouth anywhere near your skin. He gave up trying to convince you after you survived multiple walker attacks.

You were walking to the front gate, about to go on a run for even more clothes.

“Hey!” you turned your back to see an Alexandria citizen. You didn’t know him well but you always noticed his eyes on you, scanning your legs and various other parts.

“Hey Alex, what’s up?”

“Let me join you on your run… maybe get to know each other,” his eyes looking you up and down.

“No, I can do it myself,” you turned back to the gate and walked. You were pulled back by the man grabbing your hand. He brought you close to him and put a hand on your waist, squeezing it.

“C’mon darling, just a lil date… maybeeee I can show you a good time,” he snaked his hands to your ass, squeezing it against your shorts.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you smacked his hand. Carl had just come out of his house, leaning against the fence. Watching you and the man.

He was pissed when you rejected him. In response to your smack, he pressed you against him. “Don’t fucking give me attitude. Why’d you dress like that if you didn’t want attention?” he whispered, his hand now on your breast.

“Get off her!” Carl grabbed his shoulders, causing Alex to fall back. He hit his head hard on the concrete ground. Carl put his boot on the man’s hand, slowly putting pressure on it. “You ever put your fucking hands on her or ANYONE else, I’ll make sure your out there, walking with the walkers,” he fully squeezed his hand with his shoe. Alex’s legs kicked as he screamed in pain.

“Okay! Okay! I won’t get anywhere near her!” he screamed.

“Don’t even fucking look at her,” he spat.

“Yes! I won’t,” his fingers wiggled under his boot. Carl then lifted his foot up, letting the man stand up. Carl grabbed his head and brought it to his face. You stood there, in shock of Carl’s aggressive behavior but yet… it made you feel safe. The safety you lacked during the apocalypse.

Carl grabbed the mans shirt and punched him across the face, blood coming out of Alex’s nose. As his head plunged back due to the force, Carl grabbed his head and brought it bloodied face to your face. Your eyes full of shock. “Say you’re sorry,” he demanded. “You’re sorry for assaulting her,” you brought your eyes to Carl, his eye full of anger.

The man made full eye-contact with you, his eye forming a bruise. “I-I’m sorry,” he looked down. Carl shook his head.

“For…?”

His eyes focused back on you.“For grabbing your tits and ass. And… assaulting you,” He finished. Carl pushed Alex towards the direction away from you and allowed him to run away. Carl turned around, focusing on you. He grabbed your shoulders.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” he worried. You felt arousal run through you. Having a pretty boy protect you from the hands of of other men.

“I’m fine… thank you Carl,” you thanked as you wrapped your arms around his torso. Carl jumped at your sudden touch. You could hear his heart beat against your ear. The beats intensifying. You brought your chin so it was resting on his chest.

“Here, let me give you a reward,” you cupped his face before taking his hand and leading him back to his house.

“Oh, I don’t need a reward… all I wanted to do was help,” he tried to convince you.

“I think you’ll like this reward,” you opened the door to his house and closed it.

“No one’s home right?” you asked, walking up the stairs and searching for a bedroom. Carl shook his head. “Good.”

You opened the door to a nice bedroom, it clean. “What are we doing in my dad’s room?” Carl wondered before you pushed him against the closed door. You locked it behind it.

“Thanks so much for protecting me, Carl,” you cooed, pressing your boobs against his chest. Carl breathed nervously.

“It was no probl-“ you intertwined your fingers with his and put them against the wall.

“You were so hot out there. Punching and beating him for my honor. And look at your knuckles,” you whispered, holding his hand to his sight. “All bloody and bruised,” you kissed his knuckles as if it were to heal them.

“What…” he gulped. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna show you how thankful I am,” you put your hand behind his neck and kissed him passionately. Carl was surprised but not wanting to miss the opportunity to hold you, he kissed you back. He snaked his hands under your tank, going up to squeeze your boob gently.

He separated your lips. “Are you sure? After what that guy did?” He stopped the hand on your boob. You smiled.

“I only want you to touch them,” you cooed. You put your hand on top of his and made him squeeze and massage your boobs. Carl blushed intensely. You let go of his hand and continued to make out with him. He continued the massage, pinching your nipples slightly. You pushed your hips against him and brought your hand to squeeze his bulge, causing him to jump. You chuckled, feeling him grow against your touch. Carl moaned into the kiss as you rubbed. You unzipped his pants and slid them slightly pass his hips, doing the same to his boxers.

You wrapped your hands around his shaft, rubbing up and down and teasing his tip. He put his hand on your waist, causing you to arch your back as he breathed against your lips.

You stopped the kiss and slid down his body, now on your knee in front of his cock. You pecked your lips against his tip and put it in your mouth. You enjoyed the look on his face.

“You like it, don’t you?” you flirted with half-lidded eyes. Carl nodded, his hand on your head. “We can do this every night… as long as you keep protecting me against creepy men,” you kissed his cock. You were now deepthroating him as you put a hair behind your ear. Carl groaned as his cock twitched in your mouth. You glided your tongue under his member. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked.

Carl started to push his cock into you, making your head shake to the movements of his thrusts. His drool landing on the top of your head. He flung himself forward as he pushed your head. His breathy moan accompanied by the hot liquid coming in your mouth.

His cum seeped from your mouth to your chin as he let out the finals moans and slow thrusts. You heard a plop when he removed his cock from your mouth, it shaking from the release. You opened your mouth for Carl to see. His eyes fixated on you as you swallowed it.

He took your hand and helped you stand up. You immediately stuck your tongue in his mouth. He breathed in the cum that was previously in your mouth. You lifted your leg against him. Carl impatiently tugged your shorts and panties down. He grabbed your ass and pulled you up so your legs were wrapped around his hips. The hands on your ass supporting you so you wouldn’t fall. The heat from both of you already had you hot and bothered. You lifted your ass as Carl put his cock slowly in you.

You gripped his shoulders tighter, feeling it hit your deep end. You hugged him close as he kept his cock in your pussy, not moving it.

You bounced slightly on his dick before he turned around so your back was against the wall. Carl began thrusting his cock in you. In and out. At a slow pace.

Carl felt his cock cling against your walls as you left scratches on his shoulders. He pushed faster now into you, your moans brushing against his ear. Carl lifted your ass up and down, using his strength.

You were about to let out a scream before Carl forced his hand over your mouth, causing your moans to be breathy. You tried to be quiet when you heard the sounds of footsteps up the stairs.

“Fuck… It’s my dad,” Carl breathed as his hips still slapped against your pelvis. When Rick tried to open the locked door, Carl tried to slowly and quietly thrust into you. You bit his neck in order to stay quiet.

Your head was next to the door frame as you felt the vibrations of Rick’s knocking. “Carl…?” Carl’s eyes widened as he took in a deep breath. “What are you doing in there?” Rick’s voice muffled from the barrier.

Carl looked at you for help. You tried to get him to stop penetrating you but he couldn’t. He wanted to keep feeling your warmth.

“I’m uuh looking for something!” Carl let out quietly as his thrusts got a little harder. You moaned against his hand.

“Okay, can you get me my huntin’ knife?” Rick leaned on the door as he heard the small slams on the wall. You looked around to try and help Carl find the knife. You turned to your right and there it was. The hunting knife. You grasped it from its handle. Carl was still pounding into you, your hands shaking while you slightly opened the door. You made sure Rick couldn’t see entirely what was happening. You took your hand out and held the knife, waiting for Rick to get it.

Rick stared. Realizing that the hand wasn’t of Carls. He smirked when he noticed the little rings you had around your fingers, letting Rick know EXACTLY who Carl was with. Your fingers and hands were trembling hard now so Rick grabbed the knife before you could drop it.

“Thank you… Y/N,” he snickered before walking down the stairs. Goosebumps stood on your body as Carl pounded deeper into you.

“He… He knows, Carl,” you cupped his face as he breathed against your lips.

“I don’t care… I just want you,” he moaned before bringing you into a passionate kiss. Carl pushed deep inside you, every thrust pushing frames off the walls. You hugged his waist tighter as your legs began to loose balance.

You kissed the side of his neck sloppily. You were thinking about the awkward conversation you were going to have with Rick. But when Carl grabbed you and put your back against the bed that his dad slept on, all you could think of was your orgasm. Carl plunged into you as the bed creaked. Your walls tightened around him as his thrusts were sloppy.

You left scratch marks on his back as you both bucked your hips towards each other. Your breathing calmed down as did Carls. Carl kissed your neck before getting up and sitting on the bed naked. “I’ll make sure no one else touches you,” Carl looked over your restless body. You pulled him down and cuddled against his chest.

“Only you,” you pecked his cheek before wrapping your arms around his torso.

#twd #the walking dead #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #lessons carl grimes x reader #smut #fanfiction #reward carl grimes x reader #gh0stw1f3 #rick grimes

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miloformula123fan · 3 months

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ARTHUR X MALE VERSTAPPEN READER BLUB PRETTY PLEASE

alright here y'all go

i have an arthur leclerc x verstappen!male!reader mafia au coming soon, so stay tuned for that :)

So i think Y/N would’ve been born in 1999, and would’ve started formula 1 in 2017 at toro rosso (sorry brendon hartley)

Called up to red bull in 2019 (sorry pierre and alex)

(see that’s the one thing i hate about driver characters and readers, you have to screw other people over to give them seats)

And he’s still there (not sorry sergio)

Probably met arthur during 2020

Maybe some streams with him or in the paddock

They start chatting

And then y/n spends summer in monaco

And then christmas

And all of a sudden y/n gives arthur a good luck kiss before an f2 race

And now they’re public

He never meets Jos, because Max and Y/N kick him out after 2022 season

Y/N wins the 2023 world championship

Honestly can you imagine the chaos of having a verstappen brother title fight

Christian is the new dad now

Gives Arthur the dad talk and everything

Also Charles and Lorenzo briefly kidnap Y/N to give him the big brother talk

Arthur would be an amazing boyfie

Cause let’s be honest both max and y/n would be traumatised from jos

The chaos of a verstappen-horner-leclerc christmas day

y/n proposes after he wins the wdc and arthur wins the f2 championship in 2024 (shut up i’m in denial)

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Quackity x Male Reader pt.2

Summary: You're a French streamer who got invited to the QSMP and you just have a huge crush on Quackity, even though you wouldn't admit it.

CW: Use of Quackity's real name a few times.

A/N: This is part 2 bc I apparently wrote too much and broke the character limit of tumblr lmao

Over the weekend the two of you were essentially attached by the hip, one of you could be found in the vicinity of the other.

You couldn't help but notice whenever you went out with each other the two of you were closer to each other than the rest.

And you were hoping to be wrong but maybe, just maybe it seemed that your crush on Alex was reciprocated?

Although you didn't thought he was swinging this way, but the way he was leaning just a bit into you whenever you extended your arm behind his chair.

The way his hands always found their ways right next to yours.

And the way he wouldn't complain when you'd rest your head on his while he was conversing with other streamers.

So yeah the two of you were very touchy with each other.

And soon enough, it was time for him to go back to the US.

You had proposed to drive him to the airport and he had accepted.

The two of you had chatted in your car and once at the airport you felt your heart hurts as he had to go back to his living place.

The two of you hugged each other before he had to leave to wait for his plane.

Once back at your apartment you laid down on your couch and sighed, watching all the videos and pictures made over the weekend with your friends.

After this weekend high in emotions, the two of you would call each other daily.

Little by little, nicknames started to slip up whenever you discussed.

You would call him "canard" (duck) and he would call you "tesoro".

At some point the two of you would end up discussing you relationship, after all you were discussing with each other every night and calling each other by terms of endearment it was clear that something was happening.

The two of you admitted to having a crush on each other and decided to give a shot to a relationship even though you were each living in two completely different part of the world.

You kept calling each other every night but now you weren't shy anymore with the nicknames.

You had many things planned over the summer in real life so you couldn't go see Quackity as you would have wished but you promised you would be here for the Las Vegas Twitchcon.

In the middle of August, Quackity had taken you by surprised, he had been able to free some time for himself and had taken tickets back to France to see you.

You couldn't believe it but you were very much excited.

You felt as giddy as the Twitchcon, perhaps even more since he was your boyfriend now.

You went and picked him up at the airport, hugging him and after going to your car, the two of you shared your first kiss.

It was awkward, it was shy, but dang it felt weirdly so good.

You had butterflies in your stomach.

You two spent the week engrossed with together and you showed

Alex all of the landmarks of Paris, but also the smaller places you knew yourself.

You were just very lovey-dovey with each other, always holding each other's hands and since you were the taller of the two, you would give him you sweatshirts whilst he would give you his beanies.

You two of you plus your cat cuddled a lot, and when you had to livestream, he would send pictures of him and your cat, chilling in your bed, watching your stream on the TV.

The fact that he had to go back to the US broke you heart but it was the way of the life.

You were sure the two of you could handle the distance and well you would see each other again very soon.

You separated from each other at the airport sharing a very sweet kiss and as soon as Alex went through the security doors you already missed him.

#male reader insert #quackity x male reader #quackity x reader #qsmp x male reader #qsmp x reader

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Marvel Masterlist

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I'm Happy For You: Part 3 (🌹🥀)

Unexpected (🤷‍♀️)

My Yellow (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

Here (Male Reader) (🌹)

Worst Couple (🥀)

Happy Halloween (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

I'm Fine (Stark!Reader) (🥀)

I Love You 10,000 (Stark!Reader) (🥀)

I'm Just--I Know (Stark!Reader) (🌹)

Hanahaki Disease AU (🌹)

Let Me Help (Stark!Reader) (🌹)

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

He Just Did (🥀)

I'm Sick And Tired Of It All (🌹🥀)

Natasha Romanoff

Happy Birthday (Romanogers!Reader) (🌹)

I Love and Miss You (🥀)

Something Like That (🌸)

Pietro Maximoff

Hanahaki Disease AU (🥀)

Sam Wilson (No Longer Write For)

My Daughter? (🌹)

Steve Rogers

Soulmate AU (🌹)

Little Things That You Do That Steve Loves/Finds Cute (❤️)

I Thought You Left Me For Good (🌹🥀)

Happy Birthday (Romanogers!Reader) (🌹)

Hanahaki Disease AU (🤷‍♀️)

Something Like That (🌸)

Thor

I’m Sorry For Ignoring You (Male Reader) (🌹)

Tony Stark (No Longer Write For)

Hanahaki Disease AU (🌹🥀)

XMEN

All Characters

Do They Give Good Hugs/How Often Do They Hug You (❤️)

Liar! (🥀)

I Want To Go Back! (🥀)

It’s All My Fault (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

The X-Men’s Reactions To You Slapping Them (❤️🤷‍♀️)

Alex Summers (Havok)

Yeah, In A Cowboy Hat (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

Friends or Lovers? (🥀)

You're Jealous (🌹)

Take It and Go (🥀)

But You’re Not Mine (Gender Neutral Reader): Version 1 (🥀)

But You’re Not Mine (Gender Neutral Reader): Version 2 (🥀)

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

All So Sudden (🌹)

Early Morning Watch (🌹)

Hank McCoy (Beast)

You Weren’t The Only One! (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Jean Gray

I Love You (🌹)

Warmth (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

It's Okay Jean (Platonic!Reader) (🤷‍♀️✨)

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

You Are Doing Amazing (🌹)

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Thank You (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Everything Will Be Fine (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

5 More Minutes (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Warren Worthington III (Angel)

All I Have Are Flashes (🤷‍♀️)

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

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thatdammchickennugget · 6 months

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REQUESTING GUIDELINES

Currently [ x ] open // [ ] closed

RULES;

✩ I will write character x reader, character x character and character x original character

✩ I especially love au's and I'm up for pretty much anything weird that gives me the ability to go wild and creative, so even if you think your idea might be a little out there, don't be nervous about sending it in

✩ don’t request smut for underage characters, also don't request fics for real life people, I will only write about characters

✩ I usually write from a female reader perspective but will write a gender neutral or male reader if requested

✩ I’m willing to write about characters that aren’t on the list below if I like the request and feel like I know the character well enough

✩ please try to be at least a little bit descriptive, and by that I mean literally everything that's more than just "enzo smut"

✩ unfortunately it can take me a while to get to your requests, but I'll do my best at getting them done as quickly as possible. but if I don't have any ideas for your request at all I might not write it. I'm trying to keep writing a fun thing, so I'm not going to force myself to write something I don't vibe with

✩ if you're unsure about your request and don't want to send it in as an ask because you might want to discuss it first, my dm's are always open for you!

✩ Harry Potter

➵ Marauders Era - Remus Lupin, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald ➵ Golden Trio Era - Lorenzo Berkshire, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger ➵ Hogwarts Legacy Era - Garreth Weasley, Poppy Sweeting

✩ Other Fandoms

➵ Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Leo Valdez, Clarisse La Rue, Luke Castellan, Sally Jackson, Connor Stoll ➵ Top Gun Maverick - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Natasha “Phoenix” Tracer ➵ The Summer I Turned Pretty - Steven Conklin, Cam Cameron ➵ Avatar The Last Airbender - Sokka, Katara, Suki, Zuko, Toph ➵ Baldur's Gate 3 - Karlach, Astarion, Shadowheart, Wyll, Gale, Dammon ➵ Julie And The Phantoms - Luke, Alex, Reggie, Julie, Flynn, Willie ➵ Tom Holland Characters - Peter Parker, Todd Hewitt ➵ Dylan O'Brien Characters - Stiles Stilinski, Joel Dawson, Stuart

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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𓅨 Dreamswept: Chapter Ten

Dreamswept: In which Dream’s imprisonment brings out his darker side. Y/N’s mother works for the Burgess’s as a nurse, and after stumbling across what is hidden beneath Fawny Rig’s mortars one summer, Y/N’s life will never be the same. A darkness has attached itself to her and no matter how long she is kept from the Endless in the basement, he has not forgotten her kindness and brief moments of comfort. No, he has not forgotten, and now he craves it.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dubious Explicit Material, Edging (Because Dream is a Bastard).

To Note: Dark!Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader, Inspired by 'Claiming His Queen' by @moonmaiden1996 (Go Read It!).

Word Count: ~2.1k

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“So he’s not getting better?” You pinched your forehead and sighed.

“No, if anything, his health is failing rapidly,” You explained to Blythe and Joey who were currently on speakerphone as you paced in your room. “Even mother doesn’t know what is causing his decline in health. We’re going to lose him any day, I just know it.”

“Oh love, are you alright?” You let out a strained chuckle at Joey’s sweet and worried voice.

“Oh, I’m fine, Joey. Alex… well Alex has lived far longer than I ever expected him to. I’ve made my peace with his impending death already… I’m just worried about Paul, he is so distraught. I think he blames himself for what is happening to Alex, which makes absolutely no sense of course. It’s not like he could have predicted this would happen.” You told Joey in reassurance. “At the very least, I’ve been sleeping a lot better, the sleep tracker Isabel made me get is working wonders.”

“Glad to hear it, babe,” Blythe chimed in. “Speaking of Izzy, did she update you on the boy from Chesters that she asked out?” You clicked your tongue.

“No, she’s been rather mum about it, either of you know what is going on with her?” Blythe snorted and Joey sighed.

“She’s being a bloody idiot, that’s what.”

“Blythie!” Joey scolded. “You know Iz is a romantic at heart. She can’t not search for love.”

“Well yes,” You chipped in, moving to the window of your bedroom and looking out. Groundskeepers were currently mowing the lawn in the fading light. “But she is also quite spiteful and promised that she wanted nothing to do with the male species for at least a few weeks.”

“Okay, okay, Isabel’s spitefulness aside, she did actually update me on Kinley, the boy from Chesters. Seems like he’s a nice boy, a little on the innocent side, but way too smitten with our Izzy-girl to even think about hurting her.” Blythe explained to you.

“He’s not her usual type, but I think he’ll be good for her, not to mention good to her.”

“As long as she doesn’t eat him alive…” You commented wryly. “Listen, I’m exhausted and need a shower before bed. I’m going to have to let you girls go.”

“We’ll talk later love, have a good night's sleep!” Blythe and Joey chimed back before the call ended. You put your phone to sleep and made your way to the bathroom, humming a song that was currently stuck in your head. Making quick work of your shower, you changed yourself into your sleepwear and started running a brush through your hair as you got yourself ready for bed. It was fairly early still, but you were exhausted and could do well for an early turn-in. Dropping your brush off on your dresser, you turned to retrieve your sleep tracker watch… only to find it gone.

“What?” You murmured, moving around a few things on your dresser if you had put it somewhere where it could have been hidden, it wasn’t there. You frowned and looked at your nightstand. Perhaps you had left it there? No. Your nightstand was empty save for the alarm box. “Where did you go?”

“Looking for this, my love?” You gasped sharply and spun around, hand flying to your chest where your heart now raced. You gaped in fright. Sitting in the lounge chair in the corner of your room, was the man from your dreams. His eyes were glowing silver with the strength of a supernova, and you could feel that he was anything but happy. His fingers held up the watch you were currently looking for. You took a step forwards on instinct, wanting to swipe it out of his hands… but the moment you started towards him, he was rising to his feet. You stumbled back in fear.

“You shouldn’t be here, you—“

“Don’t exist?” He countered smoothly, his eyebrow raised in amused question as he approached you. “Had I not made it clear that I would come back for you?” You shook your head, refusing to believe what was in front of you.

“No, no, you do not exist, you can’t exist.” You tried to snatch your watch back, but he only lofted it out of your reach. “Give it back!” You exclaimed sharply, panic setting in. You were stretching now, desperate to get back the one thing that was your saving grace at night. Those silver-blue eyes hardened and in seconds he had his other arm wrapping around your back to tug you against his body. You gasped and tried to jerk backward. His physical touch was terrifying because it was only solidifying his presence and making it that much harder to pass him off as a dream.

“You have no idea what they’ve done to you, my little priestess,” He spoke gently, gazing down at you with adoration. Your gaze shifted to the watch he still held, and for a moment you thought about lunging for it again. But then, as if he knew what you were thinking, his gaze darkened and your precious watch was being crushed in his fingers. You gaped in horror, watching as the ruined pieces of the watch fell to the floor.

“You broke it!” You cried out in outrage, trying to go after the broken plastic and technology. He didn’t let you, choosing to trap you in an impenetrable, or rather, inescapable, embrace. Your eyes wide with fear stared up into his darkened face. “Why did you do that!?” You tried beating against his chest in anger, to get some sort of reaction from him. But no, he only stared down at you with those softly glowing eyes. “What do you want from me?” He leaned forwards, his face descending towards yours. He didn’t kiss you but did raise a hand to stroke your face with his knuckles. “Please give me an answer, no one is telling me anything.” You pleaded your frustrations at an all-time high. His gentle touch drew across your face until he was cradling your face.

“I want everything, my priestess.” He told you, his voice melodic and urging. “And I shall have my taste of you, now.” Your world twisted, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the man holding you in place with such an intense gaze upon your trembling body. Then you were falling backward and landing on a soft surface, your mattress most likely. Your mystery man was soon to hover over you, eyes blazing brightly with possession. He said taste, that could only mean one thing… Hands ran down your sides to your hips, then to your thighs. You felt your clothes disappear. Face flooding with heat, your hand's dove to cover yourself, but he didn’t let you. No, he swatted your hands away with a scowl. “You think to deprive your king that of which is his blood right?”

“I— I am not yours! No one owns anyone and I am certainly not a piece of property.” You shot back, firmly pushing against his looming body. “I’m not— I’m not a toy!”

“A toy? Do not insult me or yourself, little one, your value is immeasurable and cannot be condensed into a menial object.” He spoke darkly to you, his eyes swirling in anger. “You are a priestess of Dreams and Nightmares, which makes you worth more than all of humanity combined. I shall lavish you however I so choose for your eternal devotion.” Then he dove in.

Lips brushed against your bare skin, running along your breasts and giving them soft nuzzles. He was slow with his choices to press kiss after kiss against your flesh, but he had so much time to think about how he wished to pull you apart. How he wanted to see you squirm and writhe in pleasure, falling apart beneath him in a heavenly gale of rapture. He was going to take his time. Explore that which you had held chaste for him.

That mouth of his carved a random path from your breasts to your stomach, never once giving you relief from the painful embarrassment of your naked state. You were tempted to try and push him away from your body before he got any more intimate with your body. But you couldn’t, an unknown force was directing your body to simply lay still and feel. You opened your mouth one last time to try and talk him out of whatever he planned.

“I don’t even know your name!” Once more your outcry didn’t cause him to cease his endeavor, but he did shift his explorative path with his lips back up your body. He drew his lips along the curve of your heaving breast, taking several moments to nuzzle your soft flesh and soak in the radiating warmth that came from it. Then he was gazing into your eyes with sparkling universes. Universes that were quickly consuming you like hungry black holes. He was inescapable.

“Stop protesting what is natural and right, beloved,” He whispered against your lips, his breath mixing in with yours and making you feel all that more lightheaded. You shuddered yet again beneath him.

That was all you could get out before his lips were diving down for your thigh. A flush of heat burned through your body and your thigh jerked against his lips. Searing heat burned in your veins uncomfortably, lighting up every surface of your flesh with sensitivity. A high-pitched squawk left your parted lips and your muscles tensed. His lips pressed further into your skin, exploring and lavishing the tender flesh as he ever so slowly made his way upwards. His tongue teased and taunted your skin, swirling across it like he was trying to map you out.

The sensitive skin of your inner thigh was well endowed with kisses by the time you could feel the heat from his lips against your cunt. You squirmed in place, chest heaving. Punishing hands were quick to correct your tugs of retreat. With one harsh yank, your cunt all but crashed into his waiting mouth. You cried out at the foreign feeling, barely able to comprehend the long, luscious lick he gave to your cunt. Fingers pressed further into your trembling thighs and you struggled to keep breathing as he feasted on what no man had ever had the pleasure of. You were untouched save for him, and your body ever so sensitive, and your taste, you tasted of sweet starlight.

Your back arched and one of your shaking hands slipped into his hair, entwining with the midnight stands. His feasting fervor only increased when he felt your sharp tugs upon his scalp. You were moaning now, just short of writhing against his ravenous mouth. The sensations were bringing tears to your eyes and made a burning sensation run through your abdomen until you were shaking from pleasure rather than fear. He lapped up that change, drinking in the pleasure that was now leaking from your body like a tap left open. You dug your heels into the mattress, whimpering and moaning.

His tongue flicked over your clit and your moan escalated to a cry. He was sucking your most sensitive place and you could no longer think of anything but him. But your ears did work perfectly fine. Soft growling rumbles came from deep within his chest. To you it sounded like a pained relief, like whatever had been torturing him was finally gone, or at the very least, he was finding relief. His tongue swirled through your folds, caressed your clit, and finally delved into you. Stars burst within your eyes and your thighs once again jerked against his hold, wanting to tighten around the head of the man bringing you so much pleasure at this moment.

Fingers raked through obsidian locks, clawing at his scalp. Your increased reaction to his ministrations only seem to spur him on until you were panting out and nearly suffocating from pleasure. The overwhelming build of bliss in your body all but begged for release and you were entirely planning on letting it have its free reign. But he was drawing back from you, drawing back from your flesh that was coated in your release from his avid and edacious feast. That echoing bliss slipped away, leaving you behind with a hollow feeling. You sobbed at the sudden emptiness you felt. You were shushed and cradled in place, lips delicately kissing away the wet tracks upon your cheeks. He brought such blinding pleasure to you, the kind that stole the breath from your chest. But for some reason, he wouldn’t allow you to fully succumb to the pleasure he seemed desperate to draw from your body. Why was he torturing you like this? What had you done to him?

Date Published: 11/23/22

Last Edit: 4/3/24

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#morpheus #morpheus x reader #lord morpheus #dream of the endless #dream the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream the endless x reader #dream x reader #the sandman #sandman x reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman netflix

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kupwrites · 1 year

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Master List

❤️ = smut, 💙 = angst, 💗 = fluff

Teen Wolf:

The Best Kind of Revenge - Brett Talbot x Dunbar!Twink!Femboy!Reader ❤️

The Best Kind of Revenge Pt. 2 - Brett Talbot x Dunbar!Twink!Femboy!Reader ❤️💗

Gentle Loving - Nolan Holloway x Muscular!Boyfriend!Reader ❤️

Scott McCall Headcanons - Both top and bottom Scott ❤️

Good Luck Love - Liam Dunbar x Boyfriend!Reader ❤️

Gabe Headcanons - Both top and bottom Gabe ❤️

Nighttime Confessions - Nolan Holloway x Brett Talbot 💙💗

Desperation - Brett Talbot x Male!Reader ❤️

Outlet - Nolan Holloway x Werewolf!Male!Reader ❤️

Baby (Netflix):

Only When You’re High - Niccolò x Fuck Buddy!Reader ❤️💙

Only When You’re High Pt. 2 - Niccolò x Fuck Buddy! Reader 💙💗

Reminders - Brando x Artist!Boyfriend!Reader 💗

X Men:

Welcome Home - Alex Summers x Boyfriend!Reader 💗

#teen wolf #baby netflix #nolan holloway #scott mccall #liam dunbar #brett talbot #niccolò #smut #angst #gay smut #x reader #brando #fluff

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soulofapatrick · 7 months

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Piano Lessons - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: Alex gets turned on by your piano skills

Words 1.7K

Warnings: Smut; gay smut; rimming; cockwarming; anal sex; idk what this is anymore

Notes: I promise I'll write some fluff for Alex and Henry next !

Y/N’s POV

As I sit at the grand piano in Kensington Palace, my fingers gracefully glide across the ivory keys, coaxing a melodic symphony from the instrument. The rich, resonant notes fill the room, dancing in the air like fireflies on a warm summer night. The piano is set against a backdrop of regal red, pristine white and the deep blue hues that embody the spirit of the monarchy past. It’s a symbol of tradition and history, much like my family itself.

Today, the atmosphere in the room is different, and it’s all because of Alex Claremont-Diaz, the charismatic and intelligent man I’m fortunate enough to call my boyfriend. He’s visiting me here at Kensington Palace, and his presence has added a touch of vibrancy and excitement to the usually stated surroundings. As my fingers continue to play, I can’t help but steal a glance at Alex. He’s seated on a luxurious, plush chair nearby, his russet eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. His admiration and affection are palpable, even from across the room.

The strains of the piano’s music seem to weave a story of their own, a story of love, passion, and the unbreakable bond between two individuals who have defied the odds. Alex and I come from different worlds, but our connection is undeniable. He’s the love of my life, the one who has shattered all expectations and brought colour into my world of duty and responsibility.

I finish the piece with a flourish, letting the final notes linger in the air for a moment before they fade away. Alex rises gracefully from his seat, his eyes never leaving mine, and his smile could light up the darkest of rooms. He approaches me with that same confident stride that has always captivated me. The way he moves, with an air of self-assuredness, is a testament to the strength of his character and the love that binds us together.

He doesn't stop in front of me; instead, he reaches out and gently takes my hand, drawing me to my feet. Our eyes lock, and it's as if the world around us disappears, leaving just the two of us in this intimate moment. He moves around to stand behind me, settling on the piano stool. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he’s wrapping his muscular arms around my waist and pulling me back onto his lap. It draws a surprised gasp from me as there’s something poking me in the ass and fuck, I know exactly what he’s doing.

I don’t protest, letting myself melt into his embrace, my head falling back against his shoulder, relishing in the comforting and exhilarating feeling of his arms around me. The warmth of his body against mine is a soothing balm to my soul, reminding me that I’m not alone in this world of duty and responsibility. A soft sound escapes my throat when Alex presses a loving kiss to the back of my neck, each one sending shivers down my spine.

His hands slip from my waist down to the button of my jeans, a gentle kiss pressed to my jawline and I’m fighting against it as Shaan is just outside the door and could walk in any moment. But, Alex’s hand is driving me crazy, palming me through my tight jeans, knowing exactly how to turn me on.

“Baby boy,” Alex’s voice is low and resonant, exuding want and love, and it’s breaking down the last of my reservations about what he’s asking, “Need you baby.”

I rock my hips back once, drawing a deep rumble from Alex’s chest, and it’s all he needs to pop the button on my jeans and tugging lightly. I lift my hips for him, letting him draw my jeans and boxers down far enough to expose me to him. Instead of freeing himself from the confines of his jeans like I expected he’s gripping my hips and pushing me to my feet, pressing a large hand to the base of my spine and bending me over the piano. His hands spread my ass, kneeling the flesh between those fantasy inducing hands and before I can process what’s happening I’m yelping in surprise.

At the first lick I almost faceplant the top of the piano, never expecting so many nerve-endings where Alex is currently ravishing me. Alex supports my weight, bringing me back against his mouth, and it draws an embarrassing sound from me, a high pitched whine that gets caught in my throat. My knuckles are turning white with how hard I’m gripping the edges of the piano, trying to spread my legs even further to give him more room. Alex wastes no time, tongue flicking and licking broad stripes against my hole, moving every so often to nip at the plump skin. It’s erotic, more than I could have imagined. The two of us with Alex’s lean but muscular body holding me up as he devours me, my dick twitching as he eats me out like I’m his last meal. His hands are massaging my thighs, oh so close to my aching dick, dripping precum onto the keys of the piano, making me arch my back to try and get the warmth closer to my dick. It doesn’t work but instead gives Alex more space and before I can react his tongue is inside me and I’m crying out before slamming my head against the top of the piano trying to muffle my cries.

“A-Alex please.” My voice comes out broken and hoarse, causing Alex to grin against my skin, “Alex. I need you.” I’m almost crying, feeling embarrassed about begging but I need to feel him inside me properly.

It’s all it takes it seems. Alex is pulling away, giving me time to steady my breathing while I hear the zipper on his jeans and then, with gentle hands I’m being guided backwards. I’m so glad for Alex’s grip on my hips as my knees are shaking like crazy but that’s soon forgotten when the head of his dick pushes its way past my now relaxed opening. I’m gripping his wrists, taking a deep breath as the stretch still burns but not as much as before, Alex’s spit acting as lube and I can slide further down quicker than before.

I go to raise my hips again as soon as I’m settled on his lip, the button of his jeans digging into the back of my thigh but his hands still gripping my hips stop me and he’s leaning forwards, warm breath ghosting my ear, “Play.”

“W-what?” I choke out.

“Play me something.” His voice is tight and his hips betray him when they thrust up ever so slightly, drawing a sound from both of us but he reiterates his point, “Play for me.”

I take a deep breath, attempting to focus on playing another piece despite the situation, knowing I’m getting nothing from Alex otherwise. I place my fingers on the keys, trying to muster the concentration needed to produce a coherent melody. But as I begin to play, Alex’s hands find my thighs, massaging them and his lips are coasting teasingly along my neck. His proximity is both a blessing and a challenge, as his hips jerk up again, teasing himself as well as me.

With each note I strike, I can sense Alex’s playful energy intensifying. He digs his nails into my inner thighs, drawing a sharp sound from me and an off key as my hands jerk. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s clear he intends to draw this teasing out as long as he can. His fingers trace light patterns on my hips, sending delightful shivers down my spine. He whispers sweet, teasing words in my ear, his voice laced with affection and a hint seduction. It’s incredibly difficult to maintain my composure and focus on the music when he’s gently circling my hips in his lap.

The piece could not end quicker for both of us because as soon as I’ve played my last note Alex’s regains that firm grip on my hips and lifts me until just the head of his dick is indie me before he slams me down, a loud cry of pain and pleasure escaping me. I’m a whimpering mess already, Alex moving a hand to wrap around my aching dick, moving his hand in time with his almost brutal thrusts. I can feel my muscles tightening and thighs shaking as I reach that precipice, but Alex, my sweet, frustrating Alex. He pulls me down so he’s fully sheafed inside me and circles his hips, just missing my prostate and leaving me almost begging for that sweet release.

“Now now baby,” Alex nips at the back of my neck, “Wait for me.” With that he thrusts as deep as he can, circling his hips every few thrusts until I’m almost crying again, my thighs clenching and stomach rolling over with effort of trying to stave off that sweet release. I’m mumbling stuff, unsure if it’s actual words or gibberish but Alex knows exactly as he reaches around to take my dick in his hand one last time. He doesn’t jerk me off but runs his thumb over the slit that’s leaking precum and before I can stop myself I’m cumming. My body lurches forwards and my whole body shudders with pleasure as ropes of my seed hit the piano and I should be embarrassed but all I can think about is Alex holding me tightly, breath hot against the back of my neck as he pumps me full. His hips jerk a few times more before he’s sinking into the stool, holding me against his chest as we try and catch our breaths.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” I mumble, throat raw and voice cracking.

Alex chuckles into the crook of his neck before a muffled reply comes from him, “I think everyone heard.”

“Oh god.” I’m burying my face in my hands, cheeks heating up and not wanting to ever leave this room again.

“Come on darling, let’s get ourselves sorted out.” He’s easing me off of him, both of us wincing in oversensitivity and I sort myself out the best I can, feeling his seed already leaking down my legs and knowing I need a nice, hot bath now.

Alex takes my hand and leads me out of the room, past a very red faced Shaan who won’t look our way. He leads me down the hall, towards my room but before we get there we hear a shriek from Philip:

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO MY PIANO!!!??”

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