#jelle x reader

[greencways]

GHOSTFACE

jelle x emily prentiss x reader

wc - 1916

TW // mentions of stabbing, death, knives, kidnapping, torture, rope?, a mention of suicide almost the end (it’s one line)

A/N- oh my god I started writing this last HALLOWEEN and i finally finished it last night cause I kept putting it off hahahaha

"We're going out for drinks if you wanted to come" Emily questioned

"Yeah sure, that sounds great, thanks" you smiled softly, your mind still going though the events of what happened earlier in the week.

"Come on Y/N, I know Elle was your friend but you're still gonna see her, even though she doesn't work here anymore" Emily patted your shoulder which resulted in a hug.

"Thanks Em" you sighed "she always used to brighten everyone's day, if you had a bad day you could always count on her to cheer you up here" you pointed across the bullpen.

"Just come tonight and try to take your mind off things, even if it's just for an hour" Emily's lip curved into a slight smile.

You nodded, finally giving in "Okay fine, just let me go home and get changed" you smiled as Emily grinned.

All the way back you debated on going, you had every intention on cancelling on Emily but maybe she was right, going out to take your mind of things couldn't hurt.

What Emily didn't know was that ever since she joined the BAU you had the biggest crush on her, the minute she walked in, you were completely infatuated by her, the way she handled things with authority and the same amount of generosity was something that over time you knew you would look up to, you kept telling her that she would make a great leader of the BAU someday but she felt as if she wasn't quite there yet and you wanted nothing more than to be there every step of the way when she would eventually become one

You got to your apartment and you felt as though something was off, you couldn't put a finger on it but you brushed it off, you opened the door and turned around to shut it very quickly, so quickly in fact that you didn't even notice the people behind you.

"About time" a woman scoffed

"I told you she'd be here soon" the other huffed at the woman's impatience

"Can I he-"

"Who said you could talk" the woman said as you felt something press on your head.

"Sorry, I'm sorry-" you quickly become aware of the situation you were in, tears streaming down your face, sobs uncontrollable as you felt the knife touch your temple.

"She never listens does she" the other woman laughed to her friend

"So.." she dragged out "sit down" she finally spoke.

"What?" you replied softly, apparently not fast enough for the women, one shoved you back until you hit a chair in the middle of the room.

"Stay there" she barked.

"I have somewhere to be tonight" you spoke up.

You whimpered as you felt a tug on your hands as they become tied to the chair behind you.

"Tell em you can't make it" the same person whispered in your ear.

"I can't do that with my hands tied" you chuckled, trying to make light of the situation.

"Is this funny to you?" your eyes followed the tall woman as she leaned down to talk to you at eye level.

"No, I'm just-Elle?" you breathed out as she pulled off her ghostface mask

"What's the matter honey?" Elle Greenway cooed.

"Nothing I-" you stammered

"You are right, she is easily intimidated by you" the other person laughed as she stood behind Elle, you just had to sit there with a blush on your cheek.

"Jay?" you questioned as Jennifer Jareau stood behind her, pulling her mask off too

"Hmm?" JJ questioned "Why are you talking?"

You tried to break free by shifting around fast and scratching the floor in doing so, your wrists burning as you were doing this.

Elle stood up and placed her palms over the sides of the chair to steady you "you're gonna hurt yourself, don't do that" she fake pouted but you rolled your eyes "don't you dare roll your eyes at me" she barked.

"Can you tell me why you're here, Im supposed to be going out with-" you started.

"Emily?" JJ questioned.

"Hmm yeah we know which is why her already text her to tell her you're staying in tonight so she wouldn't come looking for you" Elle laughed.

You tipped your head back and silently cursed them.

"You didn't answer my question" you stated

"I don't care about your question" Elle scoffed as she and JJ turned around to talk about something.

"The old Elle would" you rolled your eyes.

"What did you say?" Elle whipped her head around and leaned over inches in front of you.

"I said" you tugged and pulled at the rope, burning sensations running through your body "the old Elle would" you gritted your teeth.

"You're not smart talking back to me you know?" Elle cooed.

Furrowing your eyebrow at the stark difference in the tone of her voice, you faltered a little bit.

"You didn't answer my question" you told Elle again only your voice slightly shaky

"Can you please tell me why I'm stuck here" you squirmed in your seat shifting as best as you could "I want to go out with Emily"

"Well then it's a shame Emily doesn't want to go out with you then" JJ smirked.

"She's my best friend" you grunted as you tried to wriggle out of your seat.

"Oh no honey" Elle cooed as she stooped down to your level

"Just answer my question" you spat.

"That's no way to talk to someone who has a knife in their hands" as Elle toyed with the knife

Your breath shaking as you remembered what was going on "I'm sorry" you lowered your head in shame "I just-" you breathed out "did I do something wrong?" you looked up at them with tears stinging in your eyes.

"I know you were going to go out and confess your feelings to Emily tonight" JJ snickered.

You rolled your eyes as Elle grabbed your chin for you to look her in the face "she doesn't like you"

Your eyes looked everywhere but theirs, your eyes landing on your phone that silently dropped out of Elle's pocket to see multiple texts and missed calls from Emily.

"Did you just come here to say that Emily doesn't like me? can we go now" you sighed.

"You wanna lose that attitude?" JJ smirked as she followed your eyeline to your phone, once you were about to say something she took a huge step back and broke your phone by stamping on it.

"I hate you" you gritted your teeth and tightened your jaw as you once again burned your arm on the rope that you were being tied too.

"I don't care" JJ inched closer to your face.

"I want Emily" you muttered under your breath hoping no one heard.

"How about this? I'll make you a deal okay?" JJ twirled the knife in her hand as Elle sat on top of the couch watching her smirking.

"How about we invite her over?" JJ suggested with a shrug.

You weighed your options, seeing Emily again before you could die and confessing your feelings towards her when you were on your deathbed, or her laughing at you when you do exactly that.

"Um no" you finally said.

"And what? after begging for Emily all this time, you don't wanna see the love of your life?" Elle teased.

Looking away from her as tears escaped your eyes once more you nodded, you could hear Elle laugh and your door opening, you were too tired too look.

"Oh honey" you heard a familiar small voice whisper as they made their way towards you.

"Move any closer and she dies" JJ commanded from another part of the room

"Alright okay" they surrendered, you heard steps shuffling back.

Lifting your head to see who it was, straining your eyes to see Emily in front of you, made you smile a little bit, Emily smiling back too.

Elle had Emily's hands tied behind her back but that was all you could all but make out.

"Em" you breathlessly whispered.

"No honey save your voice, it's okay" Emily quietly commanded, a harsh contrast to JJ's previous command.

"Are you gonna tell Emily then?" JJ smirked.

"Tell me what Y/N?" Emily didn't sound angry, she was confused more than anything.

"About how you have a big crush on her, right? and how you wanna be hers forever?" JJ taunted.

"Y/N Is that true?" Emily whispered.

You couldn't muster up the courage or energy to say anything, you just nodded your head and looked away.

"Shame she doesn't like you back sweetie, but I told you that earlier didn't I?" JJ cooed.

"Can you just kill me?" you sighed, you had enough of their games.

"Where's the fun in that?" Elle laughed.

"Y/N I-" Emily started.

"Tell her to shut up" JJ tugged at your chin to force you to look at her.

"No" you furrowed your brows.

All of a sudden you felt a cold sharp poke slightly at your abdomen "next time you disobey me it'll go all the way in, clear?" JJ shouted at you, tears streaming uncontrollably down your face as you nodded.

"Y/N I need you to know that-" Emily started.

JJ cupped your chin to look at her "Emily stop talking" you rolled your eyes.

"I-" she started again.

"Emily shut up" you groaned as you felt the knife dance across your abdomen.

"Good girl" JJ whispered in your ear as she dropped the knife, your vision started to become clearer and you could see the pain and hurt on Emily's face.

"Emily" you started "I didn't-"

"Just save it" Emily scoffed.

Before you knew it Morgan and Hotch came bursting through your doors and had Elle and JJ arrested, Emily offered you her apartment because yours was now unfortunately a crime scene.

Walking through the door behind Emily you could distantly hear her mutter something under her breath, your head was dizzy and your knees almost buckled underneath you.

"Y/N?" Emily said "Y/N?" Emily's voice grew louder and impatient, the last time she called your name and turned around, she stumbled back a bit to see your form, your whole body was shaking and your voice was trembling.

"Emily can you hold me?" you quietly sobbed.

Emily silently nodded as she made her way over to you and sat you down on the couch, she wrapped her hands around your body as you sobbed on top of her, stroking your hair and rubbing your back occasionally.

After about an hour of you calming down "It's true, what JJ said" you looked up at her, tears still in your eyes.

"About what honey?" Emily said as she tucked some hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear.

"About me having a crush on you" you breathlessly chuckled.

"Well it's a good thing that I also have a crush on you right?" Emily smirked.

"Emily Prentiss if this a joke I swear to God" you playfully swatted her arm.

"Not a joke" Emily defended "I do think you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen" Emily kissed you on the forehead.

"When I was tied up to that chair, the only thing on my mind was you" you confessed "I wanna be yours Emily" you cried as you smiled.

"You're all mine" Emily smiled as she kissed you softly on the lips.

#criminal minds #fanfic #jennifer jareau #aj cook #jennifer jareau x reader #jj x reader #jennifer jareau x you #emily prentiss #yn #paget brewster #lola glaudini #elle greenaway x you #elle x reader elle greenaway x you #jelle x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x female reader #emily x reader #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau x female reader #elle greenaway x reader #elle x you #elle greenaway #ghostface x reader #ghostface fic #scream

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Fallingforyou

Imagine

Luke Hughes x Latina!reader

synop: a few moments where y/n mistakes Luke's kindness for being best friends, but they mean something more, it always does.

a/n: besties to lovies, the notebook is mentioned ofc, my work feels rusty but hopefully u enjoy ;)

cw: reader gets black eye in non-violent type of way, one cuss word I think, joke about being mugged, drinking, sweetie pie & Lu pet names hehe

You were one of the very few to see Luke Hughes. The turtle under the shell. It took time to see the real him but quickly over time he peaked out every now and then. He didn’t know why but he felt a different kind of my comfort around you. A comfort where you knew wouldn’t judge him. Maybe as a joke you would tease him but both of you knew you didn’t mean any harm. So he let walls come down to a complete stranger. A stranger he had just met, a stranger that he would fall in love with over and over again.

“You need to be more careful."

It was any other game day that you could attend. Wearing his number after you persuaded for him to buy for you. “Who else am I going to represent? Certainly not Jack…no offense.” you joked years earlier when you first started to cheer for him in person. He was surprised to hear you to bring up the idea but quickly got you your jersey the next day.

It was any other game day besides the slowly bruising black eye your friend gave you hours earlier. It was childish really, you two were messing around and dared each other to wrestle on the living room floor, and one maneuver led to your left eye hitting the couch’s arm rest. It hurt like a bitch on impact and the stinging after but the ice your friend placed on your face helped.

You knew Luke would say something so you showed up to the arena with sunglasses, taking them off to see the game clearly but putting them back on to see him after.

“Nice assist Lu,” you hugged him after he changed

“Thanks, what’s up with the shades?” he laughs poking at your glasses

“I thought they looked good with my outfit, what do you think?” You knew you weren’t fooling Luke, you were wearing jeans and his jersey, the basic outfit didn’t really need the sunglasses.

“How could have you seen my assist if you were wearing sunglasses?” His brows raise waiting for your response

You were about to come up with another excuse before Jack runs by snatching said glasses off your eyes, “Nice shades!” He yells as he jogs away, revealing your reddish purple turning bruise right under your eye.

“What the hell happened!?” Luke asks as he steps forward to get a better look, gently turning your head into better light.

“Nothing really, I was messing around and hit my eye on my couch. Don’t touch it.”

“Did you put ice on it?” He asks

“Of course I did Luke. Looks crazy though right?” You were kind of proud to have such an injury, it would heal eventually so why not be proud of it.

But Luke was not on the same wavelength, “Here. We gotta put ice on it." he grabbed your hand, dragging you towards the team's med room

"Luke I have ice at home."

"Just come."

The doc checked your shiner out by Luke's request and to no ones surprise, you were fine. He gave you an ice pack and Luke interrogated you on the way out,

"So what actually happened? You didn't just fall into your soft couch and get a black eye... No one hit you right?" you saw how his eyes slightly squinted

"I got mugged for my phone." you deadpanned. His eyes widened and his fists clenched, "But they clearly didn't win." you waved your phone in front of you with a big grin on your face.

"Thats not funny y/n." his features finally softened

You sucked in your smile into a flat one, "Sorry, me and y/f/n were wrestling and it ended with my face into the couch's hard arm rest and boom." you clapped for dramatics.

"You and y/f/n need to be more careful." he whispered in a stern voice making you smile of how many times Luke has said to be careful. Too many times than he would like that's for sure.

“Yes I can imagine.”

One of the many things Luke had to put up with to be your friend were the late night calls. You always watched your shows and movies at night. Sometimes with him but other nights when he was at his own place, you would call him to rant and give your movie review. This night you couldn't decide on a new movie to watch so you rewatched The Notebook for the nth time and it left you hollow like always.

You dialed Luke’s number mid sob after you finished the movie,

"Y/n what's wrong?" his voice was filled with concern as he heard your cries.

"Luke, you have to watch the notebook." you choke out, mindlessly staring at the rolling credits.

He paused in silence, "I already have y/n, I saw it with you, twice." he emphasized the word twice.

"Then you have to see it a third because it's just too good," you hiccup a sob before you started, "I mean- can you just imagine the love of your life writing you a letter everyday for a whole year and not knowing they existed!? god! it's heart wrenching. Noah Calhoun is the standard." Luke heard the same statement you have made many times before and with the same strong conviction. The change in tone in seriousness had him smiling on the other line holding in a laugh.

"Are you imagining?" you demanded after some silence,

"Yes I can imagine." he said in that sweet voice of his. He did imagine a love like Noah and Allie had. He would write a letter everyday to the love of his life if he knew for sure it wouldn't scare her away. He continued to hear your rambles he had heard before because it's the closest thing he can have insight on your views on love.

“I wish we met when we were kids.”

You were having a very small party for your birthday. You had the night off and wanted a quick but memorable celebration so you and close friends had dinner and a birthday cake in your cozy dinning room. You had help from your friends and Luke to decorate the place and it turned out better than imagined.

After dessert, and recreational drinking, gifts were handed out and it was Luke's turn. The one person you were excited the most to receive. He had gifted you a vinyl record of your favorite album,

"Thanks Lu but I don't have a record player" you laughed nervously

"That's why he bought you one too." Jack who had also been invited, carried a medium sized wrapped box that sounded heavy as he placed it in front of you.

"Dude she was supposed to unwrap it." Luke nagged at his brother spoiling his gift

"Oops, I thought it was obvious he would buy you both." he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I love it. Luke, you sweetie pie, thanks." Luke blushed as you called him his favorite nickname you gave him years ago. You hugged him before unwrapping the second gift. Behind your back Jack gave his little brother a wink.

The rest of the night consisted with setting up the record player and playing the album, playing board games, and more drinking than you should have if you wanted to remember the night. It was a bit too late when Luke had cut you off but the night was ending when people were leaving.

He was half-carrying you to bed when you drunkenly admitted, "You’re a good friend Luke, any girl would be lucky to have you that’s for sure.”

“Thanks,” he whispered as he helped you tuck into bed

“Can you stay with me? At least until I fall I asleep? I always feel lonely when I sleep alone, especially on my birthday.” you asked without any embarrassment.

“Of course.” He kicked off his shoes and got comfortable next to you. It wasn’t uncommon to be so close to one another but Luke always felt his heart race.

You were already under your covers, “Shouldn’t I change into my pjs?”

“You already did y/n.” Luke noted that you were very intoxicated and you wouldn’t remember the next moments.

“Oh crap, when did that happen!” Alcohol also made you delirious.

“An hour before people started to leave, you said you wanted to be comfortable, so now you're wearing your grinch pj pants."

You caressed the soft material, "I love my fuzzy grinch pants." "Hey don't you have a pair too?" you asked Luke from a lingering memory

"Yeah, we have a matching pair," he confirmed

"Because of last christmas... gosh that was a fun break, remember the snowball fight we had! we stayed out so long that your mom forced us to stay inside for the rest of the weekend."

“I remember. That was my favorite christmas.” He admitted,

“That was my first Christmas with all of you guys.” you realized out loud with some clarity.

Luke cleared his throat as he pulled out a small box from his pocket, “I have one more gift for you.”

“Wow. Three gifts. I must be important or something.” you joked as you took the box from his hands,

“You have no idea.” He whispered to himself but you were too preoccupied with untying the box to hear.

You opened the box to find a dainty gold swan necklace. Intoxicated or not you knew what the swan symbolized.

“Is this- what is this?” you asked in disbelief

“You know.” he stated softly

“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” You recited the line that always brought you to tears as you traced the minuscule details.

He watched how your tired eyes blinked slowly, “You can wear it in the morning.” He took the box and reached over to put it on your nightstand.

“Thanks Lu. You are way too kind. Scares me sometimes.” you snuggled into his side as a hug

"I wish we met when we were kids," you said.

“Why?” his arms found themselves around you caressing your arms.

“Because I would have spent more time with you. Having the title of growing up with Luke Hughes.”

“You wouldn’t have liked me then.” he said flatly

“I don’t believe that. Some friends of mine weren’t that great but you,” you point into his chest, “you are a true friend everyone should have at least once.”

“I was annoying as a kid.” he tried to deflect your words but it didn’t help.

“All kids are annoying. But you were probably the same sweet shy kid and I would have loved you for it like I do now.”

Luke had wondered the same, if, you two grew up together. Would things be different? Seeing and knowing you for longer than a few years. Luke didn't have to think too much before realizing he would have fallen for you inevitably.

You had cuddled closer to his torso if possible and started to close to your sleepy eyes.

“You should sleep,” he says

“Goodnight Lu”

“Night” he whispered softly

Once you fell asleep, he stayed in your bed a little bit longer. He thought of the nice words you said about him and thought of the possibility of you liking him back. He imagined at least 1% could have been possible. All he knew for sure, all that was admitted and shared that night would be forgotten on your part. He eventually left your place after leaving pills and water next to the gold necklace.

“I fell for you, hard.”

You woke up the next morning, almost afternoon, gulping the pills and water immediately. You noticed the dainty necklace and smile. You don’t remember exactly how you got it but you knew who gave it to you. You wore the necklace for the rest of days ahead.

A few days after your birthday you and Luke had plans to take a night ferry ride to see the city from the water. Another, belated, gift from Luke since you mentioned the idea a long time ago that you don’t remember bringing up.

You two ate dinner at your favorite spot and then headed out to the port.

“And I thought this was my last gift,” you fidgeted with the jewelry over your sweater.

He smiles at your recognition, “You never know, I might have another one after this one.”

“No more gifts please. I can’t compete when it’s your birthday.” you two shared a laugh as the ferry cruised by the city lights.

“As embarrassing it is, I don’t remember you gifting me this.” You motioned to your neck,

“I knew you wouldn’t remember. You were pretty gone by the end of the night.”

“Yeah I’m starting to regret that.” You leaned against the railing staring at the city

“How did you it was me who gifted you it?” He asked following your movements but not staring at the city view.

“Who else knows about my notebook obsession better than you?” You turned to face him, looking up at him even though he leaned down for you.

“Y/n.” his face drops into a serious one

“Luke.” you mimic his tone but with a smile

He breaks into a smile and laughs towards the water.

“You make me go crazy.” he says through a smile still looking ahead

“I didn’t do anything.” you laugh along at his demeanor

“Exactly.” his voice drops again

“I don’t get it.” you chuckle again but with uneasiness

“The night of your birthday. You said you would have loved younger me like you do now if we met then. What did you mean by that?” he turned to you this time.

“I said that?”

“Yes you did.”

“I guess I mean I would love you then like I love you now. You just said it yourself.” you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion leaving Luke frustrated.

“But what does that mean? When you say you love me now.”

“You don’t know what love means Lu? C’mon now.” you were deflecting in humor

“I know what love means. I want to know if we’re talking about the same type of love.”

“What type of love are you talking about then?” you asked in the same tone he had been using.

“The one where I gift you a necklace from your favorite movie. The one where I take the girl I’ve been in love with for years to see the city lights. The one where I would write you a letter everyday for a year.” he talked so fast it surprised you.

“You would write me a letter everyday?” is all you could get out.

“In a heartbeat. But I wouldn’t want it to come down to that because in the movie they breakup and that’s when Noah starts writing—“

He rambled off his reason but he was cut off when you pulled him in for a slow and soft kiss that quickly turned passionate. A loud a boat horn interrupts the moment and pulls you both away.

“Why didn’t I see this coming at all?” you asked yourself in his presence

“I don’t know. I thought I made it pretty obvious.” His comment would have made you laugh but you were still digesting that you kissed your best friend.

“I always thought that was you being you. The sweet Lu you always are.”

“I think you’re the only person who has ever seen that ‘sweet Lu’. You’re the only one who calls me sweetie pie.” he laughs as he rubs his neck.

“I mean that why I fell for you. How couldn’t I?”

“Right after we first met, I knew I was falling for you and falling hard.”

“I wish this happened sooner.” you said with teary smile.

He pulled you in and cradled your face, “I’m glad it happened at all.”

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #nhl imagine #latina!reader #jells🪼imagines #luke hughes x y/n

[areislol]

neuvillette thirsts? oh those are second nature to me now. my brain is pickled. i am down horrendous. anyway-

imagine him being fascinated by your body and habits and practices related to it, both as things humans do and things you do. he loves to touch you gently while helping you put on any skincare products. if you have piercings, he initially doesn't understand why one would decorate themself in such a way, but finds himself inexplicably drawn to the idea. and in the bedroom you make sure to show him as many tricks and toys devised to wring out more pleasure as you can.

(this was more vibes and less thirst i guess but I can do that too. just you wait)

WHWEWWWW LORDD THIS MADE ME FEEL SOME TYPA WAYYY

ur so right anon. also this is fem reader so I’m sorry if you didn’t expect that anon ☹️

this kind of leads towards my smut fic but he would be such a soft dom and no one can change my mind. he would be the type to take his time with you and touch you slowly and sensually, wanting to take his time with you and savour you.

RAGHH HE DEF KISSES UR INSECURITIES AND LOVES KISSING UUU LIKE ON UR NECK, COLLARBONE, CHEEKS AND LIPS, YOUR HIP AND STOMACH YOUR INNER THIGHS EVERYWHERE GOD DAMNN

and he is SO soft and gentle with his kisses too, even after overstimulating the shit out of your poor pussy he makes sure to occasionally plant gentle kisses onto your clit of your folds.

i got so much write but I gotta write other stuff so maybe I can elaborate on this later in my fic ❤️

I am neuvillette’s number one fan and lover and wife and childhood friend and pet.

#—✧ · . anon #genshin impact x reader #WHEWWW #—✧ · . fandom: genshin impact #neuvillette x reader #I LIBE THIS MAN JELL

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jell-o shots

eustass kid/monkey d luffy/roronoa zoro/trafalgar law/vinsmoke sanji x afab!reader | slight smut/fluff | ~900 words 

warnings: suggestive/18+ themes, mild cursing ?

a/n: i was listening to one of my fav podcasts (the basement yard) n they were talking about how some girls use the way that guys do jell-o shots to gauge if they're good @ eating pussy. so i ran w it 😁 also def a modern au ,, thinkin bout doin more of these 🤭

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

you can't tear your eyes away from the man across the granite kitchen island. the way his tongue shoves into the sticky jell-o, laps at the sides of the cup, and swirls around the bottom to clean up any leftover sugary alcohol has you feeling dizzy and squeezing your thighs together. as if he couldn't get any more irresistible.

maybe it was the fact that you'd already thrown back a couple of drinks. or maybe it was the fact that you'd just imagined your boyfriend’s tongue doing that to you instead. but you were feeling particularly brave, particularly needy. 

he sees you watching, and you can tell that he's wondering why you're staring at him so intently. his eyes call you over, and you take a few shaky steps around the island to sidle up next to your man.

you smooth your hands over his shoulders, your nails digging into his deltoids for stability as you lean in and whisper “can you eat pussy like that?”

eustass kid bursts out laughing. it's a hearty, wry laugh that has you pushing out your bottom lip and furrowing your brow at him.

“why the hell are you laughing?” you whine, pouting at him.

kid glances at you out of the corner of his eye, picking up another jell-o shot and repeating his ritual. he enjoys the feeling of your hold on his bicep tightening, and how you subconsciously press yourself further into him. 

he lets his eyes travel further down to where he can see you rubbing your thighs together, and he feels a familiar hunger starting to burn in the pit of his abdomen.

once the cup is left pristinely crystal clean, he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. you can feel his lips brush against the shell of your ear and he huffs out another laugh.

“i wanna see you get on your knees and beg, doll.”

monkey d luffy blinks at you, a small smile stretching across his lips as he realizes what you had whispered to him.

“you mean can i eat you out? yeah! you wanna?” luffy chirps, picking up another jell-o shot and practically vacuuming out the sugary alcohol in one go. you watch, feeling like your legs are going to give out.

luffy grabs your waist with his arm to help prop you up against him. he's still grinning at you, eyes searching yours for any affirmation of what he had asked.

he pinches your side playfully and presses a kiss to your clavicle, then rests his head on top of yours, happy to be enjoying the party with you. but now there's something else he'd rather be enjoying, and he's still waiting for your answer.

so you nod, a movement so slight you’re worried that luffy wouldn't notice. but then luffy’s scooping you into his arms and running upstairs with you cradled to his chest, searching for any open bedroom or bathroom he can use to indulge in his favorite meal.

roronoa zoro straightens up slightly, pushing his nose into the air and looking at you out of the corner of his eye. his lips are set in a firm frown as he studies you for a bit, and then they’re stretching into a sly smirk. 

he doesn't say anything, just backs you into the counter behind you and grips your waist with both of his hands. he leans in closer to you, pressing his cheek against yours. you can feel his thigh pressing against the seam of where your own thighs are clenched together, prying them apart.

you shudder at the way zoro’s hot breath is wafting across your neck, and you about explode when he presses a warm, wet kiss to the nape of your neck. he rests his face in the crook of your neck and you can feel his lips smile against your skin.

“you wanna find out?”

trafalgar d water law scoffs at you, wrinkling his nose and setting the empty cup down on the island. 

“are you drunk?” he asks lowly, noticing how you're gripping so tightly onto his arm. you squeeze your thighs together once again when you feel his warm breath fan across your face and his hazy, grey eyes bore into yours.

“no.” you purse your lips, pressing yourself further into him. “i just…need you right now.” you give him a pointed look, feeling your cheeks heat up as you glance back down at the cup. he follows your gaze and snorts a chuckle out through his nose.

how could he resist you when you were so cute, being so desperate for him?

“come with me.” law rubs the small of your back and allows you to lean on him as he guides you through the party and upstairs. “let me take care of you.”

vinsmoke sanji is flabbergasted. the empty cup falls from his fingers and onto the counter. he's staring at you, wide eyed and blushing. 

you shift uncomfortably under his stare, wondering if maybe you'd made a mistake, come on too strong perhaps. but your train of thought is quickly derailed when sanji grabs your hands and presses them to his chest.

“you mean it, princess?” sanji asks you, his eyes shining. his pupils are practically heart shaped as he beams at you, hands trembling as they held yours against his palpitating heart.

“mhm. right now.” you say softly, giving him a coy smile. you blink, and suddenly you're in sanji’s arms and he’s making a beeline for the nearest bedroom. sanji’s on a mission to serve you like the princess you are, party be damned.

taglist: @usoppsstar | @luffysprincess | @pileofmush | @anemptypuddingcup | @kingofthe-egirls

#one piece #one piece smut #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #monkey d luffy #monkey d luffy x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #kid x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #law x reader #sanji x reader

[multifandomgirl08]

The Moment You Smiled At Me [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader (Pre-Established Relationship)

Summary: The evening that started it all for Max and Reader.

Warning(s): N/A

A/N: Title taken from the song Rain by Sleep Token.

Words: 2.3k

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Max had always hated going to these FIA parties. It had nothing to do with racing, and although he had no issue with supporting the sport and the people that were coming up in it. He saw no real reason as to why they had to get dressed up. Wouldn’t it have just been easier to give out these awards at the end of the season during the last race and calling it done?

He was caught in a small group of people who were waiting to get their picture taken on the blue carpet. Some of them he knew and the others he didn’t. He could see people walking around before making their way inside to the tables not stopping by for more than a glance at him.

Max glanced down at his watch to check the time and instead caught the sight of light blue fabric out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up wondering if he could see who was wearing the color, but all he saw was the back of a dress belonging to a woman who had her arms locked with a man. They disappeared into the room.

Eventually, Max had managed to make his way out of the group that he was stuck with and inside towards the tables, people weren’t sitting yet. His eyes traveled over the room wondering about the light blue dress he saw. He tried to tell himself that it was nothing, but his eyes' normal laser-sharp focus seemed to be playing a trick on him.

But then he saw it again. It was going towards the front of the stage, just a little far from where he stood. He looked a little higher and saw a wide feminine smile greet him. He felt the need to fix his posture or at the very least making it seem like he wasn’t miserable being here, but was quick to realize that she may be looking past him and not at him.

He looked behind him to see no one standing there and then back towards her to see her cover her mouth; she was probably laughing at him. He pushed his shoulders back and couldn’t help that his feet led him to her.

As he got closer he realized that he didn’t know her. Never seen her before in his life, and maybe heading straight to her was… strange.

He didn’t want to just outright ask her why she smiled at him or why she laughed at him as he looked behind himself earlier. Maybe she just did that, smiling at strangers that she didn’t know.

“Smiling at random people again, Y/N?” He heard as someone walked up to her, Y/N.

“Maybe.” She said as if it was nothing.

“I don’t know how you can just kill people with your kindness.”

“Fatal flaw.”

“Right,” He heard as a retort. “I’ll see you at the table.”

Max saw her give him a half nod before he finally came up to her.

“You’re date?” He couldn’t help but ask before he reached up to pat his hair down. He knew that it wasn’t sticking up since he had put on hair jell before he left his hotel.

Her eyes met his quickly, “No, my co-worker. I’m just his plus one.”

“Oh, what do you do?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Private banking, I’m always traveling for work though. I can’t wait for the day when I’ll be able to work from home full time.”

Max lifted his eyebrows at her words. “Don’t like traveling?”

“I do, sometimes. I’m just a homebody.”

“I’m like that. I’m gone from home more than I would like.” He liked being at home with the cats, not having his phone to worry about, and spending time with his son. Nico was such a wonder to him. He was just over a year old and was walking and touching things that he shouldn’t. Jimmy was not happy when Nico had decided to pull his tail one time.

He wanted to tell her that story but knew that he shouldn’t. She didn’t know that he had a son, and he didn’t want it to get out.

“What about you? What do you do?” She asked. Before he could answer Christian came up to him.

“Max, I hate to interrupt but you’ve got to go up. They’re starting the ceremony soon.” Max silently glared at Christian for a moment.

“That’s okay.” She said reaching towards the table for her handbag. “It was nice talking to you, Max.”

She quickly bowed her head a little before going off towards the tables that faced the stage. It seemed like she didn’t know who he was, or what he did for a job given that she bothered asking him what it was he did.

His eyes followed her until she sat down next to who she claimed to be her co-worker. Christian put his hand on his shoulder, ready to lead him up the stage. Waiting while they lowered the lights and made all of the introductions felt like it took forever. It was like waiting behind the safety car after there was a yellow flag.

Finally, he managed to get up on stage to present the award for Rookie of the Year. He awkwardly ran through the speech that he was given and tried to keep his eyes towards the crowd but couldn’t help it when they kept drifting back to you in the light blue dress that you were wearing.

You weren’t talking to anyone while he was up on the stage. Eventually after painstakingly finishing the speech and handing the award over to Oscar Piastri, he made his way off the stage and back into the crowd of people sitting at the tables.

The rest of the speeches came to an end after a while. People started to make their way out of the room and out towards the hallway. Max hadn’t been pulled into any conversations luckily.

There was a familiar feeling of his phone buzzing in the inside pocket of his tux jacket. He pulled it out to see that it was his mom. He stepped out of the room, hoping to move away from everyone as much as he could.

He ended up outside by the valet watching as a few people were already leaving. If this wasn’t a work obligation he would have done the same and tried to leave as soon as he could.

He pulled his phone out to call his mom back. It rang in his ear.

“Mum?” He questioned after the line picked up.

“Max,” She started. “I just wanted to let you know that Nico’s asleep. It took him a while to fall asleep.”

Max had flown Sophie to Monaco to spend some time with Nico while he would he was in Paris for the FIA Prize Giving Gala. He would fly home tomorrow and be in back with Nico in a few short hours.

Nico had apparently fallen asleep in Max’s bed with Jimmy and Sassy at Nico’s feet. Sophie had told him that Nico missed him, “I miss him too, Mum.”

It was a few moments later that he said goodbye and promised to be home and back with Nico before dinner tomorrow. He pushed his phone back into the pocket of his jacket.

He could hear the clack, clack of footsteps against the cobblestones that made up the driveway to the hotel. Someone was wearing a pair of heels. Max looked in the direction of the sound to see her again.

She stood a few meters away from him, with her black bag in hand and her arms wrapped around herself. She looked like she was cold, the slit on her dress did go up quite high on her leg.

He gave himself a moment just in case someone came after her, but she just stood there looking as people kept getting into different cars.

He slowly walked up to her, “You need help, a jacket maybe?” He asked.

She looked over at him. “I’m fine.”

He could feel her eyes on his jacket. He moved to undo the button, she looked cold. He pulled it off his shoulders.

“I insist.” He said, opening it for her so she could put it on.

She moved closer to him laying the fabric over her shoulders. It only took a few moments before he saw that she looked more comfortable with it on.

“You didn’t have to.”

“It’s Paris, and it’s November. I’m surprised it’s not snowing.”

“That’s true. I figured that the Gala would be over before it got too cold.” Well at least she didn’t mean to catch hypothermia.

“They normally have it in warmer places.”

“You’ve been to the Gala before?” She asked. “I saw you present an award, so I assume that you know more than I would.”

“Yes, my first was in… 2015.” It was back when he was in Formula 3, he doesn’t remember what it was for now.

“They always this boring?”

“Yes,” He answered honestly. “They don’t change much.”

Max couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. He didn’t know what to talk to her about, he could bring up what she had said earlier, and he was just about to when,

“You didn’t tell me what you do,” She started to say. “Before we were interrupted inside.”

“I drive in Formula 1.”

She gave him a silent nod.

“You like it?” She asked. He didn’t know if he should answer honestly but there was that feeling again that told him he should.

“Sometimes,” He said with sincerity. “I like being with my team, and driving the car. Other things, like this, I don’t really like.”

“I’m sure it’s not all bad.” She was right. It wasn’t all bad, driving in Formula 1 gave him a lot, even with the parts that he didn’t like.

“No,” He said with a slight shrug. “But it doesn’t really give me a whole lot of time for other things.”

Between his F1 schedule and Nico he didn’t really have any time for much else. He had tried dating over the last year and it never seemed to end well. They always ended up wanting to move faster then he was ready for.

“I’m sure if it matters you’ll make time.” She said. He didn’t know why her saying that seemed like it had a softer tone to it after the words moved past her lips.

He couldn’t help but let out a smile. If only she knew the things that he had made time for over the last year.

“Of course, I’m sure your boyfriend feels the same.” He said, as a way to see if she would correct him again.

“Co-worker,” She corrected him just like he wanted. She smiled back at him.

“He wishes, right?” He asked, with a slight laugh to his tone.

“More than you can know.” He could hear her chuckle. So she obviously knew that her “co-worker” invited her here with other intentions.

“You can always go on a date with someone else. So he knows you're not interested.” He offered as if that would actually help her situation.

“You make a good point.” She had just said when the guy from earlier had come out to stand next to her.

“Ready to go, Y/N?” He asked.

“In a moment.” She said with a smile. Y/N didn’t leave him right after.

“Do you have your phone on you?” She asked him.

Max widened his eyes. Was she doing what he thinks she is?

“Uhm, jacket pocket on the right.” He watched her pull his phone out of the inside pocket of his jacket, she turned his phone to him silently asking for him to unlock it for her. He didn’t even take it out of her hand. Just moved a little closer to put his face in view of the front camera so that it would unlock. 

She moved to type something in before handing him his phone back and then quickly pulled her own phone out of her bag. He looked down at the screen for a few seconds before a text showed up with the words, Think he’ll take the hint this time?

He heard the closing of her bag before he saw her pull the jacket from her shoulders, slowly handing it back to him, almost as if she didn’t want to lose the warmth the jacket had provided her in those short moments. 

“Call me, if you’re ever in London.” She said with their hands brushing and gave him a wide smile before following the guy to a black towncar. His eyes followed her and he couldn’t help but slightly flex his hand from feeling their skin touch. Before she got inside the car she gave him a second look. He couldn’t help but feel a little like he couldn’t breathe, like he had just gotten out of the car after Singapore, watching her leave him standing there. His head was spinning a bit.

He wasn’t sure if he really should. Max would never say that he was the best at flirting and he was sure that this only proved it. But somehow, she still gave him her number and told him to call her.

He took a moment and then pushed the thought away, it was probably just to get the guy to back off.

It was the last week of November, Max had finished up early with all of his sponsorship things at the Factory. He would be leaving to go back to Monaco in a day or two and he couldn’t help but look through the text messages on his phone until he came across the text from Y/N again.

He had thought of her a bit since the Gala. He thought of her, and their conversations. It had taken him a bit before he had realized that she wouldn’t have given him her real number if she didn’t want to talk to him again.

He opened her contact information before pressing on her number to give her a call. Maybe he was ready to make time in his life for someone that could understand him, and eventually his son.

Mini Verstappen taglist: @karmabyfernando, @barcagirly, @sachaa-ff, @iamahallucinationnn, @musingsbyshreya, @glow-ish, @nonsensical-nonsence, @fanboyluvr, @champomiel, @gothicwidowsworld, @lighttsoutlewis, @itsalwaysgay, @minkyungseokie, @mynameisangeloflife, @ursforever129, @aundercover, @bborra, @mindless-rock, @cixrosie, @barcelonaloverf1life, @taylorslovesswifties13, @konsti081, @mellowarcadefun, @smnthnclj, @brekkers-whore, @lpab

#mini verstappen series #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen imagine #mv1 imagine #mv33 x reader #mv1 x reader #mv33 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagines

[cottonconnielvr]

Miguel Ohara who has a City girl girlfriend! who LOVES going out with her bestfriends but she be testing him with the outfits she be wearing I’m talkin bout titties popping, ass out, outfits and like one night she goes too far, and like he fucks her..

Yeah. 🤷🏾‍♀️

PAIRINGS ✩ — miguel o’hara x black!hyperfem!reader

WARNINGS ✩ — drunk!reader, tummy bulge,edging, smut stuffff, didn’t proofread so excuse mistakes xx

THE sound of the City Girls blared from Miguel’s phone. His thumb pressed down on the phone, pausing your story. Your 24 inch black straight hair laid down your back. Your boobs were on the verge of falling out of your dress, your cuban link chain glistened under the light of the flash. He lifted his thumb up, allowing the video to continue playing. He watched as your friends shows your body all off to the camera, your ass cheeks hanging out and all. He can see the tattoo of his last name on the underside of your ass cheek, followed by the scar of where he first ever bit you.

He asked for you to not go out tonight, not in the mood to be defending the city at night and worried about his girlfriend who couldn’t stay away from a good time.

He clicked and clicked through videos, you chugging a drink down with your bestfriend, some random guy doing the worm to Poundtown, tons of angles of you singing R&B songs.

The next video was what set him off – you needed to come home now. You were drunk and giggling, bent over a stool as your best-friend took a jell-o shot off of your ass. A few college boys were recording as well, horny as hell.

Miguel was already fed up with you, your outfit being way too revealing.

You could wear whatever you wanted of course but, showing others what’s his..? Nah. Not gonna slide. He finds it amusing, he’s paralyzed you so many times with his dick, you’d think you’d be able to respect his wishes. But you just had to disobey him.

He spammed your phone with multiple calls that went to voicemail, many replies to your story, and many imessages.

Meanwhile, you just pulled up to another club with a bigger group than you arrived with. At this point you were fucked up, shaking your ass anytime you bent over. You were feeling a bit horny tho, missing your strong man so much.

“Ughhhh I miss my mannn” You dramatically throw your head back.

“Um speaking of your man he’s been blowing your phone up for like 30 mins” You best friend laughs as she nodded her head to the muffled music playing from outside the club.

“Oh oh oh! Where is my phone” You frantically looked around you, turning the flash on your phone to see the dark…. wait the flash on your phone?You looked up at your right hand, giggling at the coincidence. You were holding your phone the hold entire time.

“Man am I wasted!?” You asked out loud, walking into the club cheering with a random burst of energy. You immediately walked to the bar, Latch by Disclosure playing loudly. Your phone vibrated once again as you sat at the bar.

BIG DICK🧛🏽

11:35 PM

Bring your ass home.

Right now Y/N i’m not playing.

11:43 PM

Answer your phone.

I told you not to go out.

Answer.

12:31 PM

Okay Y/N.

Omw.

READ 12:56 AM

Oh fuck.

He was on his way like right now. You scrambled to check his location, it took a couple seconds to reload. Just then it refreshed, his contact picture right on top of your best-friends location.

“Let’s go” A deep voice rumbled into your ear.

“Mig-” Your whines were cut off when your arm was snatched up by Miguel. “Wait” You followed behind as he dragged you out of the club.

“Ba-by wait..” You tried to come up with an excuse. You thought Miguel had a mission for the night and you meant to hide him from your story.

“Get in the car and shut up Y/N” Miguel opened the passenger door. You shut your mouth, knowing that if you just listen, you’re punishment wouldn’t be as harsh.

Miguel walked to the other side of the car, opening his door but his movements halted when you whispered out something inaudible.

“What?” Miguel looked over at you with anger. “I left my .. purse with B/N (bestfriend name)… and it’s like designer… can you get it?” You looked over at him with teary eyes. Miguel just started at you for a moment, you’re gonna kill him.

He sucks in a deep breath before getting out of the car, closing the door to go get your purse.

He soon came back to you sleeping in the passenger seat, shaking his head.

Thirty minutes later, you’re getting carried bridal style. Miguel carried your heels,purse, and the house key in one hand. His other hand firmly holding your weight.

He swung the penthouse door closed with his foot, taking you to the bedroom. “Mig?” Your pouty whiney voice called out. “Go ahead and rest mama, you’ll be up allll night tomorrow”

“Mhmmph” You muffled out into Miguel’s shoulder as he pounded his lower half into you. “F-fuck! Fucking gripping me” Miguel hissed as you clenched against him. “Harder” You pant out, body getting squished into the mattress.

“Harder baby? Yeah?” He smiled down at you, such a fucking whore.

This was originally supposed to be punishment for last nights actions but, knowing Miguel he can’t resist you.

“Yeah” You smile back at him before your eyes rolled back as he delivered a punch to your cervix. “Ahh..shitt” Miguel moaned out as he could feel himself so deep in you. He looks down to the bulge that appears everytime he thrusts inside you. “Feel me ma? I’m right here s-shit” Miguel presses his hand on the bulge.

“I’m cummingg” You tapped his arm, clenching around his hard length. “Not yet pretty” He slid out of you. “You were bad remember” He sickly smiled down at you.

“Nooo” You whine out in frustration, “M’sorryyy I told you this!”

“Prove it to me that you deserve it then” Miguel say up against the headboard, dragging you on top of him. Your hand stroked up and down his cock before you slid down onto him.

“Fuck” You whimpered in unison. You placed your hands on his shoulders, breathing heavily. “C-can’t move”

“Yes you can pretty girl. You can take it cariño” He placed a kiss on your chin before slowly moving you up and down. You followed his guidance, throwing your head back in pleasure. “Just like that mama,” He lets go of your waist and slapped your ass before growling out, “Good girl”

“Make us cum and maybe i’ll forgive you”

#miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel o’hara spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099

[snowyquokka]

Hiiii how are you

I have e a request for han or seungmin that their enemies and they have to go to a party that their friends are going to and the reader gets really drunk so they help them and they both confess to liking each other and it's just really fluffy

I hope I explained that the right way

Ps love your work

Lots of love A<3

BUTTERFLIES

frat boy han jisung x fem reader

cw: mature themes MDNI, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption (both above age), swearing, angst EVEN THOUGH IT WAS SUPPOSED TO ONLY BE FLUFF, second chance lovers, college au, blah blah blah

wc: 1.2k

a.n - i apologize for this taking me so long but i really wanted to get it right and do the prompt justice. i absolutely loved writing this and i appreciate the request !! (thank you ina for letting me blow up your dms over this <3)

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“You are so fucking lucky I love you,” you mutter as you walk into a frat party with your best friend, Mina. She wouldn’t stop pestering you about ‘coming out of your shell’ and ‘loosening up.’

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll thank me later, babe. And don’t worry, I’m the DD tonight. Have fun, seriously.” she smiles. You’d be lying if you said that deep down - very deep, like in the abyss of your soul - you weren’t grateful for her making you leave your room, where she thought you’d live forever if she didn’t have a say.

“Oo, lookie!” Mina exclaims as she points out two guys leaning against the kitchen island. Lee Minho and you’ve gotta be kidding me,

“Mina, no. You’ve got me fifty shades of fucked up if you think I’m gonna go talk to Han,” you make a face at the bitter taste of his name.

“You haven’t even spoken to him in what,” she counts on her fingers, “…8 months?

“Mina, I don’t think getting coffee at the same shop counts as talking.” you roll your eyes, “He’s a complete dickhead who has absolutely no consideration for others,” Mina shrugs and grabs your arm before dragging you over towards the two men despite your protests.

You immediately catch Jisung’s attention, watching as a small smirk tugs on his lips.

“Ah, Mina! How are you?” Minho beams at your best friend.

While they get caught up in their conversation you look around and spot a tray of Jell-O shots sitting on the counter unattended. Shrugging your shoulders, you pick one up and down it with zero hesitation.

Without even registering it, you consume three in less than two minutes. At least you’re enjoying yourself, right?

“I’d be careful if I were you, nabi.” You cringe at the nickname as Jisung’s voice cuts through the music playing in the background. You turn around to face him with a groan.

“I’m not in the mood, Han.” you grab another shot.

“Ouch. Back to last names, are we?” Jisung clutches his chest in mock pain, earning an eye roll from you. You glance over at Mina - or rather, where she was standing five minutes ago.

“Where’d they go?” You nod towards the now empty space.

“Probably going to fuck,” he shrugs, “Who knows?”

You huff and cross your arms over your chest.

“Oh come on, nabi. You can’t avoid me forever.” Your cheeks redden in annoyance.

“I can and I will actually. Also, stop calling me that.”

He scoffs as you walk away with yet another shot in your hand.

After a few moments of hesitation, he reluctantly follows you. “Wait. Can we ta-“

Jisung cuts himself off at the sight of you dancing with some guy from his fraternity, his hands on your hips as you sway them to the beat. Something in Jisung’s chest twists and a pit forms in his stomach. Shaking his head and pushing down his feelings, he turns to walk away.

Not worth it, Ji.

That is until he hears your laugh. Your sweet, gentle, angelic laugh. Sparked by someone who looks like they’d forget your name before he even gets what he wants from you.

Fuck. All. That.

Jisung downs the rest of his beer and stalks towards the two of you.

“Get your fucking hands off my girl.” he glares at the other man.

Jisung ignores him and snatches your wrist and drags you away, careful not to let you fall.

“J - Han get off of me,” you sputter as you attempt to set yourself free as he guides you upstairs to a vacant bedroom.

“I am not yours, asshole.” you wipe your palms down your dress in order to try to make it stretch a little more past your thighs. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Jisung who has to force himself to tear his eyes away from your curves. Curves that he’s dreamt of holding underneath his fingertips for years.

“Why won’t you have one conversation with me? You’re acting like we weren’t inseparable two years ago,” Jisung runs a hand through his already disheveled hair. He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol giving him confidence or if it’s his physical need to be as close as he can to you.

“You left, what did you expect to happen?” you let out once your mind starts to uncloud.

Jisung advances towards you, the beat of the music downstairs matching your racing pulse. With each step he takes, your heart knots tighter and tighter. Once he reaches you he places his hand on the wall beside you, caging you in.

Your senses heighten and the intensity of his gaze forces you to shrink yet you carry on, “You didn’t even care about what I had to say about it. In fact, I didn’t even know you were going until three hours before your flight took off.”

Your words are like a knife to his abdomen.

He searches your eyes for something - anything - other than pain.

Nothing.

The knife twists in his gut.

You don’t realize you’re crying until Jisung’s hand comes up to brush your tears off of your cheeks.

“I’ve hated myself everyday for the past two years, nabi. I thought of coming back to you but..” he trails off.

“Ji, don’t do this to me. I can’t. Please.” your voice shakes more than you would like it to as you try to warrant off more tears. You’ve always been an emotional drunk, but this? This is next level.

“You know, the moment I found out where you were going to college I immediately applied there? And then I applied to every college in the area, just in case I didn’t get accepted,” his voice drops to a mere whisper, “I did it because I wanted to fix us. I want to fix us.”

Your mouth falls slightly agape as you attempt to process the absolute bomb he just threw at you,

“It would’ve been easier if I hadn’t..” you cut off and wipe your mascara-stained cheeks, tilting your head back against the wall and closing your eyes. You’re too afraid to acknowledge the truth.

You’ve always been too afraid.

Though, you aren’t very sure what the truth is, exactly.

Jisung leans in and speaks softly into your ear, “I fell in love, too.”

Your eyes flutter open to see him nose-to-nose with you.

Warmth that has nothing to do with the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed spreads throughout you, head to toe, and something velvety skates along your soul.

“Butterflies,” you mumble unwittingly.

Jisung smiles softly and leans his forehead against yours.

“Can you find somewhere in that big, beautiful heart for me?” he looks down and threads his fingers with yours.

“No need,” you smile, “it was all yours to begin with.”

tags: @godslino @skzstarnet @anakin-sweetheart

divider: @chaeneuu

#snowyquokka #han jisung #han jisung x reader #skz han #stray kids #skz #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz reader insert #skz reactions #skz angst #skzstarnet

[nastyaromatherapy]

"Can't handle myself" (18+)

After killing yet another person, Ethan can't handle himself around you.

pairing - ghostface!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

short, 969 word dark fic

warnings: non-con, dark themes, PIV

"Ethan, we really shouldn't," you started, desperately trying to go against his advances. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and your stomach felt like moldy Jell-O. Ethan just killed someone, the third guy this month. He was unphased, blood splattered on his mask and clothes. You on the other hand, were frantically hiding all of the evidence.

"Why not sweetheart? I thought you liked the mask," he said, gently stroking it in his hands as if it were his child. "I do. But I don't like fucking on the same dirt you killed a man on!" You screeched, gesturing towards the dismembered body. You slightly felt a gag build up in your throat.

"You know I'm irresistible," he whispered in your ear, caressing your hips, his hands moving up to your waist. Ethan had this thing where whenever he killed someone, his ego goes from zero to one hundred. Really fast and really fucking hard.

You grimaced at his manic breath, tapping fingers at your side anxiously. "Come on," he coerced. "I'll have you screaming for me in minutes."

You met Ethan through a friend, Quinn. He was her dorky younger brother that you guys would poke fun at and laugh about during sleepovers. That was until one day, you two grew attracted to each other, and started to see each other behind Quinn's back. It didn't take long for her to find out though. Her and your other friends.

It didn't take long for you and Ethan to lose your virginities to each other, not long for Ethan to follow you to your college. It took no time at all for you to find out about him and his wicked family's little secret.

Quinn knew how livid Ethan would be if you were to ever leave him. She betrayed you that day. Blackmailing you on your birthday to stay with the young man. You were young yourself.

Your stomach twisted in a familiar way as Ethan touched you, feeling over your body. He started to kiss at your neck, but you pushed him away. Ethan looked at you worriedly and wiped his slobber covered lips. "You okay, babe?" You shook your head and threw up your arms. "No! Nothing is okay. Can you at least get rid of the fucking body before doing this." Ethan just shook his head. "But you're so sexy baby, I can't handle myself."

He overpowered you and bent you over the counter beside the bathtub where the chopped up body laid. "I'm sorry ma. I really can't." You internally rolled your eyes. Of course he could. He ripped a hole in your leggings for an opening. "Ethan!" You scolded, again trying to get up but he held you down. "Sorry," he repeated again. "I'll get you a new pair. How's that sound?" He asked tenderly.

"Horrible," you muttered to yourself.

His hands hooked your panties aside and got a feel for your folds. Dry. He leans in and spits on them, making you clench. "Just making you slick for me, baby," he says as a response to your jolt.

"Ethan please, just stop," you whined. You were clearly not at all in the mood. A dead, rotting body was the least sexiest thing ever. He kept going anyways, slipping two fingers into you. You responded with a grunt.

"This okay?" He asked you. "No, it's not." You said firmly, again making your way up only for Ethan to push you back down on the cold surface. He leans down to kiss your neck and takes out one finger. "There, better," he whispers. That was clearly not what you meant. He thrusted the finger, his ring, in and out at a slow and steady pace. Your breaths got heavier as you tried not to make eye contact with your mirror reflection.

After about five minutes of fingering with no response from you, Ethan gets needier. He takes his cock out, it was red and extremely wet. You gasp when you sees it in the mirror. "Ethan, no. We can't. I got off of my birth control." You say. It was true, but you knew he would be disappointed due to his breeding kink.

"What? You're playing with me." He says, smiling obliviously. You shaked your head, assuring you were not. He sighs and looks very disappointed, and you see his cock twitch as he thinks to himself. "It's okay," he says, turning you on your back and lining himself up with your entrance. "I'll just pull out!" You shook your head as the tip comes in contact with your pussy. "Ethan I don't trust you, stop- Ethan!" You screamed when he pushes into you anyways.

"I'm sorry baby, it'll only take like six minutes okay," he huffs out while thrusting shallow thrusts. "Then I'll pull out and you'll be good, okay?" Your eyebrows furrow in fear. "Ethan, let's just quickly go to the store and buy some protection okay? Just don't, I know you," you plead, aware of his horrible pull out game.

"J-just trust me," he stuttered out, already feeling close. You didn't get what pleasure he found in this. You were clearly uninterested and not even wet. His thrusts become slower, deeper, and you could feel him pulsating inside like a heartbeat. "Fuck I'm close," he whispers, falling forward with his hair covering his eyes. "Ethan fucking pull out right now," you beg with tears in your eyes as you hear the victim's roommate's car approaching. "I-I can't," he whispers breathily. You shake your head a no, using your feet to try and push his tall frame away.

"Fuck!" He screams with a final thrust, filling your cunt with his cum. "Ethan," you shakily let out, choking on tears.

"Babe, where are you? The craziest shit happened at work today!"

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[cheriladycl01]

My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 4

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

A/N: I've brought Luisia into things because of the timeline and it being 2021. Don't hate on her, or the fact that i've brought her into my writing please!

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

"MAX VERSTAPPEN WINS THE AUSTRIAN GRAND PRIX, LANDO NORRIS COMING CLOSE BEHIND HIM IN P2 WITH HIS SISTER Y/N NORRIS FOR SECOND PODIUM IN P3. THAT'S A DOUBLE MCLAREN AND A DOUBLE NORRIS PODIUM!" the commentator screams.

The second stint in Austria was far better with the stresses from the first gone, you were able to fully concentrate on the weekend and it was like you were a completely different person on track.

You're driving was aggressive and you were unstoppable when working your way up to your brother who was ahead of you. With some incredible team strategy and the help of DRS from your brother you were able to retain a double podium for your team and defend from both Mercedes car's effortlessly which was a shock to you since one of them was a seven times world champion.

You stood on the podium that day with your brother, your dad was there watching the pair of you tears in his eyes same as yours.

Celebrating a win with your brother was a feeling you don't think you'd ever forget.

Post race interviews were incredible and everyone could see the glow you were emitting from how proud you were. But a lot of your answers were just leading them onto your home race which would come after the large break that was coming. Not huge break but enough for a small holiday.

You moved in with you brother as his home was closer to Woking where the MTC was based and it just made sense. You guy's lived together for the first 22 years of your life so it wouldn't be any different now.

You and your brother however did want to travel over the summer, and when you got invited to go to Mallorca with Carlos and Lando you couldn't say no. You met the Sainz family who were all so welcoming to you and helped you further your Spanish that you took at GCSE while you were out there.

Then you guys ended up travelling to Portugal where Lando met Luisia. You both immediately jelled to the point where you were probably more obsessed with her than Lando was.

You became her best friend and Lando and her kept talking on and off after you left Portugal. You also texted her all the time, making sure she was okay.

Lando had to explain to Luisia that you'd just had a falling out with your childhood best friend so it was natural for you to want to be attaching yourself to someone new and the crazy thing was Luisia didn't mind at all.

You went to Silverstone, excited for the race, and even though it wasn't a podium at your home race you and Lando place P4 and you in P5.

Then you moved onto Hungary which honestly wasn't great, you managed to slip into the points in P10, but Lando had a DNF on Lap 2.

After Hungary, there was the actual summer break where you joined Lando on a yacht with all of his friends. You ended up inviting Luisia where of course her and Lando finally got together and you couldn't be more excited for them.

There was one day when you all docked up in Monaco and you were alone as Lando had stolen Luisia and were having fun swimming and on Jetski's, your mum and Oliver wanted to go sight seeing and all of Lando's friends hit Monte Carlo casino, so you decided to go shopping by yourself.

You were walking the streets of Monaco when a familiar voice called out to you.

"Y/N?"

You spun round to be met with the Monegasque man who was standing behind you alone.

"Charles?" you smile a little looking over him and he steps forward coming up to you. It's a little awkward at first and it's almost like he doesn't know what he should do. You can tell he wants to pull you into a hug and typical European greeting but seems, tentative after everything that happened between the two of you.

"How- are you I haven't spoken to you since..." he trails off and looks down.

"Since you kissed me and admitted you'd basically been in love with me for the last like 8 years?" you chuckle looking over at him with a small smile on your face.

"Erm yeah. I just wanted you to know I wasn't making any of that up!" he nods.

"I know, I think part of me ... the immature part of me panicked especially where anyone could have seen, and you know I was right too because someone did" you smile. If you were to get into a relationship with another driver you'd have to be really careful with how it got out into the media.

"Yeah, it's funny actually Max and I used to argue over you a lot!" he chuckles and your head snaps up to him.

"What?" you ask looking up at him, now stood closer to him than before.

"Max and I we're both attention seekers, especially when it came to you. We both would fight for your approval, it was childish but we both liked you! Can't believe Max won you over" he smiled reminiscing.

"Max hasn't won me over, he's sleeping with my best friend while she's been lying to me..." you frown, offended that he'd think that especially after what happened after the first race in Austria at the restaurant.

"But Pierre said... and that one article about ..." he starts but you quickly interrupt him.

"There is nothing between me and Max trust me. He made me nervous and was able to make me blush but if he likes Y/BF/N, i wouldn't get in the way of that!" you offer, but Charles still doesn't seem convinced.

"But Max told me to back off" he murmurs to himself and you nearly didn't hear it with how quietly he'd mumbled it. You pretended not to be shocked, and looked down so he couldn't really see your facial expression.

"Have you ever been on a yacht?" you ask, kind of out of the blue.

"I grew up in Monaco, of course I have!" he grins.

"My family, Lando and I all rented a yacht to spend the summer on, did you want to join us while we are here!" you grin, and he thinks for a second before nodding.

"But you have to come shopping with me first!" you grin and he rolls his eyes before gesturing for you to lead the way. You spend about and hour walking through the streets of Monaco buying things with your new F1 money.

"You travelled back to the docked boat before turning to Charles remembering about your brothers new girlfriend. "You travelled back to the docked boat before turning to Charles remembering about your brothers new girlfriend.

"Just so you know, Lando has a new girlfriend so erm. You know if you post anything don't get them in it together" you smile and he looks over at you in shock.

"Lando has a girlfriend?" he asks as if it's a bizarre concept.

"Yeah, she's a model and super super sweet!" you cheer, happy your brother was happy.

"Well, lets go. I want to see you brother!" Charles grins before going in front of you and onto the boat.

What a summer this would be.

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[gutsby]

Nighthawk

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: After your lusty, short-lived relationship with a certain archer goes south, you decide to bring Spencer to the neighborhood Halloween bash to take your mind off things. Daryl isn't so easily convinced of your intentions and decides there's no better place than his motorcycle to show you just how much he misses you.

Warnings: NSFW. Unprotected p-in-v, semi-public fucking on Daryl’s bike and hints of exhibitionism, generally rough, jealous sex. Age gap. Assplay. Angst.

One swig of the witches’ cocktail brew, a couple candy corn jell-o shots, and several spiked seltzers in, and you were starting to have serious doubts about your decision to come out tonight.

You clutched your stomach in one hand and Spencer’s arm in the other. The man guiding you inside tried his best to stifle a chuckle.

“You good?” he asked, nudging you with his elbow.

“Great,” you lied through your teeth.

The two of you were weaving through a swarm of partygoers in the entryway now. A sea of masked faces and shredded costumes came dimly into view, and with the sight of the first goblin ensemble drenched in fake blood, you wanted to vomit. You’d think a community of people plagued with nightmarish walkers year-round would lay off the theatrics when it came to Halloween attire as gruesome and grisly as that, but no. Spencer laughed and clapped the ghoul on the shoulder.

“Abraham, my man!” he greeted, “You’re a vision in red.”

Abraham lifted his mask just slightly to heave a sigh.

“It’s hotter’n H-E-double hockey sticks in this sick contraption. I’m sweatin’ like a hog,” he scowled.

When his eyes had adjusted to the light and he caught a glimpse of you, practically green in hue, his face softened considerably.

“You alright, darlin’? You look ready to blow chunks.”

He wasn’t far off the mark. Your stomach was busy doing somersaults up and down your body, and your brain was on the fritz with a new wave of nausea.

“Need a little water is all,” you managed meekly.

Your red-haired companion nodded and started off down the hallway without another word, beckoning you and Spencer to follow. You passed through the rest of the house with relative ease, amazed at how much Alexandria appeared to have grown and how many of those people were here, in Deanna’s house, for some seemingly inconsequential Halloween celebration. You barely recognized half the faces.

Spencer grinned as he sensed those same people were all turning their heads to follow your path. It was his first time parading Officer Friendly’s daughter around a public gathering—the first time you’d agreed to make it known you two were a tentative “thing” since the messy conclusion of your last relationship—and he was pleasantly surprised to see the effect you had on others.

Never mind the fact you were wearing a white lacy bodice, miniskirt, garter belt and stockings. Paired with the makeshift halo and wings, breasts practically bursting at the seams of your costume, it seemed you garnered more attention than you knew what to do with. You were hot, and you were his, Spencer thought with a superficial sense of pride. He squeezed your hand a little tighter and secretly hoped you’d cross paths with everyone he knew in town, so he’d get his chance to prove it.

The three of you descended the few short steps into the garage, where it seemed most of the music, booze, and bodies had congregated. A smoke machine supplied a thick white mist about the room, and alongside the near-blinding white and purple strobe lights, you had only to cling to Spencer’s side and hope he was still following Abraham.

Suddenly, a red solo cup was thrust in your direction, and you smiled at the sight of water spilling over its edges.

“You’re an angel,” you beamed, standing on tip-toes to place a quick kiss on Abraham’s cheek.

Abraham opened his mouth to speak but was presently cut off by a louder, shouting voice:

“Quit your loose-lipped lolly-gaggin’ with the lady and get your ass over here!”

Eugene was drunk. So very, very drunk. You could tell by the sound of his voice alone.

“Kiss my freckled ass,” Abraham yelled back, baring a toothy smile at his friend as he started to make his way over. Tugging you and Spencer to follow suit.

You shot a worried look over your shoulder.

“Spence, I don’t think I—”

“Sure you can, sweetheart,” Spencer interrupted, already eyeing the white table at the center of the room, “Just drink your water, and you’ll be good to go in no time.”

You doubted you would but downed the liquid nonetheless. With each step ahead, it seemed you were only growing sicker, so you got to guzzling the water fast and just hoped you would be able to keep it together.

Unsurprisingly, the folding table was already crowded with plastic cups. Eugene and Aaron making sloppy pours across the tops with cans of Busch Light cradled in their arms and cracking up at every spill they made. You quickly scanned the group for any unknown, or unwanted, faces and felt relieved not to see Rick, your father, or Daryl, his best friend—and your ex-boyfriend.

That last part your dad still didn’t know about. You wanted to keep it that way.

Today marked six months since you and Daryl had started your ill-conceived affair and two weeks since you decided to call it quits—you know, after one too many occasions where Rick had almost caught you two boning on the sofa and Daryl swore left and right he was going to tell your dad everything, while you begged him not to. You sensed any such admission would be guaranteed to destroy your dad and Daryl’s friendship, so you made him promise not to tell.

Begrudgingly, Daryl had agreed, but he’d hated every minute of it. You knew it was only a matter of time before the whole thing blew up in your face, and eventually, it did.

Fourteen days after you’d broken the man’s heart, here you were, waltzing into a party on Spencer Monroe’s arm. Six long months after you’d kept Daryl your dirty secret, you were flaunting this fabrication of a relationship for all to see.

You knew he’d hate you for it. You needed him to. There was just no other way you could shake his affections—and consequently protect his friendship with your father, along with any last shred of unity in your group—unless Daryl despised you. You knew no surer bet than Deanna’s shitbrained son to accomplish that goal.

At present, Spencer pressed a beer-sodden pair of lips to yours, and you almost recoiled.

“You in, baby?” Nodding toward the drinking game still being set up before you.

You shook your head no.

“She’s in!” Spencer announced anyway. Then, quietly, he leaned in closer to you and said, “Quit bein’ a pussy.”

Defying all logic, he kissed you again. Harder. You reluctantly accepted his tongue in your mouth and feigned a smile when the rest of your group cheered their drunken, congratulatory encouragement around you.

When you pulled apart, you felt you wanted to puke again, this time for reasons unrelated to the alcohol. Then, as if on cue, your eyes fell on a previously undetected member of your party.

Daryl stood across the table now, gaze locked on yours with a look that could’ve killed you twenty times over.

To your horror, Spencer extended his arm across the way to shake his hand. Clearly trying too hard to ingratiate himself with a man who looked like he wanted him dead.

“Daryl Dixon!” he cried, smiling too wide for anyone even half as happy.

Your archer shook his hand and hardly seemed to see him. Disinterest painted plain across his features.

Spencer turned to you next, and you wanted to melt into the floor as he gestured toward Daryl, stupidly:

“Have you two met—”

“Your girl’s too young to play.”

Daryl didn’t even deign to grace you with a look. Spencer forced a laugh.

“You kidding? She’s practically a pro at rage cage,” he returned, pinching you playfully.

Somehow, you sensed Daryl wanted Spencer to shut up even more than you did. The stoic, tight-lipped frown with a set of deadened eyes sealed it for you.

At length, he chanced a look in your direction, and his expression didn’t change.

“Doubt it,” Daryl scoffed, “Better let her sit this one out before her daddy comes and gets her.”

He sure had been singing a different tune when he’d had his cock crammed down your throat a couple weeks ago. Didn’t seem too worried about Rick’s intrusion back then, you thought to yourself.

Before Spencer could respond, the whole table shook beneath you. Eugene was beating his fists against the surface, sending solo cups shaking every which way.

“Hear ye, hear ye—”

“Someone please cut him off,” Rosita grumbled behind you.

“This is the last—I repeat last—chance any one of you gets to join this game of rage cage right here,” Eugene declared, the end of his sentence punctuated by a hiccup.

One of Deanna’s goodie bags went sliding across the table to you. You looked at Daryl, confused.

“This one’s already itchin’ to pull trig,” he said to Eugene, “She better sit this out.”

Daryl then nodded toward the plastic baggie as if to suggest you go ahead and puke, but you flung the thing back at him fast.

“I am not,” you countered defiantly.

“Prove it,” Spencer interjected, useless as a screen door on a submarine.

You turned and saw him smiling ear to ear, oblivious to just how badly you wanted to rock his shit.

“Leave her be, chucklefuck.” Abraham boomed overhead.

“Well now, nobody has to prove—” Eugene paused to hiccup again, “—anything.”

In spite of your friends’ words of support, you felt a twist in your stomach and a familiar heat rise to your cheeks. You were blushing, you knew it, but you simply couldn’t lose out in the face of such a challenge. No matter how drunk and disoriented you were, you wouldn’t let Daryl, much less Daryl and Spencer, make a fool of you now.

You glanced at the handle of Everclear in Maggie’s hands just as she started to mix herself a drink.

“I can take a pull to prove it,” you said, motioning to the bottle.

Everyone who’d heard your suggestion and spared a look to the bottom shelf bottle of liquor made a face. Though piss-poor spirits were certainly no anomaly for your group, it was hardly anyone’s inclination to start chugging stuff close to 190 proof—least of all for folks who didn’t have a death wish or a liver made of steel.

“Fuck no,” Maggie and Daryl said in unison.

“Hell yes,” Spencer supplied just as fast.

So the matter was settled.

Maggie eyed you with an incredulous look when you reached for the bottle but knew better than to stop you after you’d made up your mind. Before you knew it, you were holding the thing by the neck and struggling, at length, to ignore Rosita and Abraham’s pleas over your shoulder.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“You’d be better off swallowing a bag of dicks dipped in Drano, darlin’.”

Even Daryl was watching you with wide, desperate eyes, silently pleading with you not to take the pull.

You would’ve gladly relented then, dropped the handle back on the table and stepped away without another word, but there was something in your brain telling you you needed to see this through. Whether it was self-sabotage or simple, drunken stupidity, you couldn’t be sure, but you probably wouldn’t care much longer.

You tipped your head back and flooded your mouth full of the grain alcohol.

Shortly after, a spasm in your stomach told you, without a shadow of a doubt, you wouldn’t be swallowing any of it.

You dropped the bottle and bolted out the door. Before you’d made it one step outside, you were already spraying a cloud of Everclear in the air, along with every food content and bodily fluid residing in your stomach. You dropped to your hands and knees in the grass and hurled like you never had before.

You closed your eyes and dug your fingers deep into the dirt below, desperately wishing you weren't wearing white. Convulsed in your tight corset and hoped this process wouldn’t be too painful to endure.

When you felt someone’s hands start to gather your hair in a ponytail behind you, you surmised you might not be so lucky. You spit on the ground and tried to shake them off.

“Get fucked, Spence,” you hissed.

The hands didn’t flinch from your hair and instead pulled it tighter between them.

“I said, get—” you struggled at the last, trying in vain to buck off whoever was above you. You cursed under your breath when it seemed clear they weren’t planning on budging.

“If this is how ye treat yer boyfriend, I’m glad ye dumped me,” a voice said with some amusement.

You groaned into the grass below you, eyes squeezing shut in disbelief,

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Daryl loosened one hand from your hair to start rubbing circles in your back. When you retched again, he moved his palm even more softly.

“I think I know ye well enough to say ya shouldn’t be chugging Everclear to prove a point,” Daryl said.

You didn’t have anything to say to that. He was right.

After one more pitiful heave, you started to struggle to get upright and eventually onto your feet. Daryl looped an arm around your waist and helped you up.

Your mind was reeling and your stomach was steeling itself against another potential onslaught of convulsions. When Daryl turned you around and steadied you in front of him, though, all concern for your current predicament ebbed gently from your mind. His blue eyes seemed to study every inch of you.

“Do you hate me now?” you asked abruptly.

You felt stupid for asking as soon as you said it. But then, to your surprise, Daryl smiled. He placed a hand on either side of your head and tilted it up to his.

“Do I look like I hate ye?” he asked.

Perhaps owing to your state of intoxication or the way Daryl made you feel when there was little more between you than a few inches and ample opportunity, you actually looked him up and down. Trying to detect any trace of hatred or the least bit of annoyance there but coming up with nothing. He started stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

The memories and the feelings all came flooding back faster than you would’ve liked, but there they were, and there he was, standing tall and tame and perfectly blameless in this situation you wished you hadn’t shot to shit two weeks ago. You suspected if he’d been looking at you any differently that night, it was simply an act of self-preservation on his part; no number of dirty looks or disparaging jabs could mask the fact that he couldn’t hate you if he tried. One warm look from those wide, placid eyes turned your stomach inside out and made you ashamed you ever left him in the first place.

You weren’t sure who started it, but your lips were back together in seconds, placing hot, frantic kisses all over the other.

“Did you miss me?” you mumbled against his mouth, in between a barrage of kisses.

Daryl’s hands traveled down your back and squeezed your ass, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

“More than you fuckin' know,” he groaned as he slid his tongue between your lips.

Quick came the mind-numbing rush of intimacy in secret, that lovely, electrifying feeling of doing something you shouldn’t. It took no time at all to get reacquainted with that addictive sensation—you felt yourself lean into it even more this time around. You slipped out of his arms and back onto your feet, ready for more of him.

“We can’t—” Daryl started, out of breath already, “—keep doin’ this, honey.”

“Yes, we can,” you returned quickly. Reaching for his belt while your pupils widened with lust.

You made the few familiar maneuvers to undo his buckle, button, and fly, and when you palmed him over his boxers, he moaned.

“What happens when your daddy finds out, hm?” Daryl managed through gritted teeth.

“If he does,” you corrected him.

“When he does.”

You sighed, frustrated. Daryl sure wasn’t making things easier on you.

“What do you want me to say, D? That I—I can just come clean and tell him his best friend’s been bangin’ me for the past six months? You know he’d skin you alive,” you said, your voice a little less kind than you intended.

It was the truth, though.

Like clockwork, Daryl took you back in his arms and carried you clear across Deanna’s yard, toward a tiny shed in the back. You snuck a look over your shoulder and saw his old, trusted motorcycle propped up against its siding.

When he placed you on the wide leather seat, you knew this fight was far from over. You kissed again, anyway.

“I’ll tell him myself then.” Daryl pulled off of you and ran his hands up your stocking-covered legs.

He rubbed them up and down and up again until his fingers faltered at the edge of your garter belt, secured snugly across the tops of your thighs.

“Or we can tell him. Together,” he rejoined, calmly dropping a hand between your legs.

Your breath caught in your throat. You were already so sensitive, soaked through your panties and ready to take him whole. You whined when he swept his thumb over your clothed heat and clamped your thighs in defiance when he started to rub you up and down.

“I need you now,” you moaned.

Daryl didn’t bother concealing his smirk and just reached back to readjust himself—toying with your attention while you waited for him to take his cock out fully.

“No foreplay, huh?” he mused aloud as he eased his boxers down, “Must’ve been missin’ this cock somethin’ awful.”

You nodded without a second thought.

You were physically salivating at the sight of him. Watching him pump himself firm in one hand and brush your cheek with the knuckles of his other in a gentle touch.

“My baby won’t mind gettin’ stretched out again?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Promise not to cry?”

“Uh-huh.”

He was teasing you now. He’d seen your wide, listless eyes drink in the sight of him and couldn’t resist.

When he told you to bend over the seat of his bike, you obeyed in an instant. You planted your palms on the cushion, stuck your ass in the air, and practically wiggled it for him there.

“Like a bitch in heat,” Daryl growled just loud enough for you to hear.

He took your ass in both hands and spread yourself just wide enough so he could see the leaking, dripping mess along the slit of your panties. You sighed when he pried your underwear off a second later.

Daryl’s idea of “skipping” foreplay still wouldn’t be complete if he didn’t tease you to the point of orgasm at least once or twice.

True to form, he leaned in and placed a kiss over your unclothed core, and your knees almost buckled. He pushed his tongue up your slit, circled your clit, and dragged it all the way down past your pussy to the point he was nearly veering into uncharted territory for you both.

You gripped the bike below you and moaned out loud.

“Daryl, baby,” you pleaded with no motive in particular. You didn’t know what he was doing, you just wanted him to keep doing it.

“Want me here?” Daryl asked, his thumb sliding to that same delicate spot.

You pushed your hips back into him in a wordless but enthusiastic answer in the affirmative. Daryl grew even harder.

He knew you weren’t ready for that just yet, knew he wanted to make that first-time experience in your other hole a little more sentimental than taking you over his bike with little to no lubrication—but the thought of the future endeavor excited him nonetheless. He peppered a couple more gentle kisses between your legs before standing up.

You whimpered at the loss of contact and almost turned around to say as much when he reappeared behind you, this time pressing the head of his cock between your folds.

“How bou’ here, honey? Can I fuck ya here?” he asked, all sweet words and civility when it came time to fuck you stupid.

“Y-yes, Daryl, yes,” you supplied your consent in a second.

“Then be good for me while ye take it, okay, doll?”

Before you could answer, Daryl’s cock was already starting to split you open. Soft, slow, and tender, with a stretch that made it feel like your first all over again, you both moaned at the feeling and rolled your bodies into one another.

Two weeks apart and you were all but fiending for an orgasm like he hadn’t been inside you for a year or more. Judging by the sounds Daryl made when he bottomed out, he was right there with you.

He dragged himself out to the tip and plunged back in, gripping your hips like they were the last thing holding him to earth. Then dropped his head back and groaned when you pushed yourself back to start meeting his thrusts.

“Ye feel too fuckin’ good,” he grunted, relishing the sounds of his balls slapping your ass with each bounce.

Your nose was buried somewhere between the seat and your own trembling fingers, scarcely breathing more than you could manage between each moan of his name. He loved you like this, all bent out of shape with your brain devoid of any other thought but his cock. He ran a finger over the pale, feathered wings of your costume—the ones that mirrored those emblazoned on the back of his vest—and couldn’t help but smile.

Just when you clenched and sensed you were dangerously close, Daryl hoisted you back onto your feet. Pulling out for a moment to switch positions and take you in his lap, now straddling him over his bike.

You sighed at the new sensation and smiled now that you could see him face-to-face. Daryl grinned right back and took your lips in his for a couple quick kisses.

“M’perfect girl,” he hummed, sponging kiss after kiss across your skin in sloppy, haphazard fashion.

You tipped your chin back and reveled in his gentle affections, moving your hips over him a little faster now.

“Gonna cum f’me? Show me just how good I’m making ye feel?” Daryl prodded, eyes alight with lust.

You pressed your forehead to his and nodded. Breaths coming out more ragged and strained than ever, you felt Daryl lift his hips and start fucking into you a little sharper, grip your sides a little less gently and just start giving it to you hard and fast and senseless so you’d be spilling over him in no time at all.

You were a mystery to him in many ways, but this realm was not one of them. Daryl knew just the right angle to take your soft, sensitive spot—strike it over and over and over again so you were clenching tight around him, begging him not to stop—and in a matter of seconds, you both got what you desperately wanted.

With one final squeeze around his member, you reached your peak and screamed his name, fucking him back with every vicious thrust he gave you. Then, try as he might to hold it in, Daryl grew just as oversexed and sensitive, shooting his load in you moments later.

The two of you rutted and moaned and clutched each other tight as you trembled through your highs. With Daryl’s warmth spreading deep inside you, you would’ve liked to stay this way forever—maybe rest in each other’s arms long enough to rally for rounds two, three, and four, if not more. But at present, you were content just to hold him.

A dull thump of music echoed from Deanna’s house. Daryl eyed you up and down, seemed set on asking if you’d like to go again, but took you by surprise with another question entirely.

He pulled you tight in his lap so his lips were close to yours. Sank his fingers into the flesh of your sides and said, ever casually:

“Ready to tell Rick?”

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A blow for an answer

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!classmate!reader

summary: people see the two of you as the goody two shoes but truly there's only one real way you study.

warnings: smut, mention of bombings, blowjobs, unhinged coryo, work sex, dominance, short fic

A/n: This is my first hunger games post so I hope y'all enjoy!

It was a wednesday morning. It was your day when classes start an hour later than usual, allowing you to have a light sleep in before starting a whole day of hard study. Your room was only illuminated by the thin, bright beam of light that peaks through a gap in your curtains. It didn't quite disturb you till the light hit your face, stirring you to awake, quite so lightly.

You decide to turn in your bed to face the other way, pulling the covers further up so that the light didn't disturb you but the young seven year old did it instead. "Wake up! Coryo is about to be here!" Ellie's voice broke the silence as you lift your head to look at the alarm clock next to you. You slept in.

Nobody in the world would have ever experienced you jumping out of bed so quickly, running to your chair to get your ironed uniform to run to the bathroom. "Ells, why didn't you wake me sooner!?" You squeal running into your bathroom. "I tried to! It's not my fault you hibernate!"

You close the door shut and the first thing you do is run to the sink and open the cold tap. You let some water run before you splash a gracious amount onto you face to awoken you.

You had to get ready as soon as possible, Coriolanus will arrive any minute now and you've only risen from bed. Coryo, he was your classmate and assignments partner. The two of you always study together, it's what you do best. A lot of classmates tease that even though your head barely makes it out of books it's not like your father can't buy your way into further studies.

You didn't care about what they thought, now or never, their opinion doesn't matter, especially as you swash your mouth empty of toothpaste and begin to quickly brush your hair before grabbing some jell, water and hairspray. The quickest hairstyle you can maintain is your signature slick bun with a fancy hair tie at the base of the bun.

You've never dragged your hair back so quickly and aggressively, you needed to get it done now. The uniform was easy to put on but you wanted an easy make-up, just plain powder and mascara. You'll still look daring but quite plain for a rich kid.

You take out your powder and apply it onto one of your brushes. Your mom bought you this powder box years back, each time saying that she can replace it but you didn't want that you only got it refilled, it reminded you of times she was around more and let you dig in her stuff to play.

No more time to have sad flash backs. You throw off your nightgown, allowing it to pool around your feet as you slip on some red tights and your blue button up shirt. You put on the skirt, which has been made shorter for women during the years and throw on your blazer. Just on time.

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Coriolanus was a man who was always punctual. Never missed a day of school in ten years or has never shown up late to any class. You admired that in him, he had potential, like your father says, 'his father was a man who loved his country, his son is much like him', and that was true.

Coryo knocks on the big wooden doors of your family home just to hear some squealing and screaming between the siblings. Like always your little sister Elizabeth runs to the door with hesitation, and peaks through the corner glass to see who has arrived. She smiles when she sees Coriolanus and screams upstairs, "Y/n, he's here! He's here!"

She does a little jump up and down as she twist the key that is at the other side of the door unlocking the door. She runs to him as he leans down locking her in a short hug as the little girl whispers to him ,"She slept in."

He let out a slight chuckle with that. The little girl throwing her older sister right under the bus at every chance she gets. He smiles at her as she talks about her playdate she had with a friend yesterday and how they have a rose garden, like the one his Grandma'am talks about but is quickly interrupted by you standing on the bottom step calling out.

"Ellie, Chase is in the kitchen waiting for you." She rolls her eyes and you give her a darn stare, the one that tells her to get in the move now and you close the door as you exit it and sigh. Coryo let's out another chuckle with that and smirks, "You slept in again, didn't you?" You groan, it's like he knows every time. Are you really that predictable? He laughs at that as he takes some of the books your holding and carrying them under his arm.

"I wouldn't have, if Highbottom was so stuck up and gave us a ten page essay to do in one night!" You moan as you never liked your dean. He was rude, alcoholic and possibly even a drug addict. In all those cases it proves that he should not have the right to teach young adults.

"Hey, I've seen you write essays and each time you get top notch marks. He can try to bring you down but he never will," Coriolanus confronts you as the two of you weave through the crowds trying to get to the university as fast as possible.

"And anyways, if you ever need some motivation to write an essay, you know where to find me," his stupid teasing, especially in public, makes your whole face go red and you shove him slightly but instead of managing to get him away he wraps his arm around you. "Aw, come on Y/n, you can't fight it."

"Oh, you're about to find out what I can or can't fight." You break off running leaving him miles behind. You look behind you to see Coryo throw his hands up in the air as you take off.

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"Here's our golden girl," Arachne drags those words like nails on a chalkboard. She is one of those girls who run off daddy's money because between both of those ears is suppose to be a brain but no. Just emptiness. "Leave her alone Arachne, I bet once we all hear her essay our jaws will drop." Festus's comment made you let out a small smile, spoiled kids always tried to be bitchy and the best but there's nice words around sometimes.

"So where's your golden boy, I hope he's not with Plinth," Felix roles his eyes. Such an unmannered daddy's boy, your waiting for his father's campaign to be over to see what he's got to say then. He'll become a basic like the two of you.

"Don't be rude Felix, at least he has more manners then a pig like you," you snap at him being fed up of how he quickly insults Sejanus for his family and wealth but none of you are any better than that, it's just that he comes from district.

Festus let out an airy laugh as Clemensia bit her lip to prevent her laughter. You always knock Felix off his high horse and he always reminds you off the position his father holds so you come back at him with the same. You would've continued your little word scrap but the bell rang at that.

"Don't make me finish this off later, zip it."

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"Who knows what sparked the painful action in the Capitols heart during the dark days?" Your dean asks the class. None of them try to make eye contact with him. Trying to avoid getting picked but here you where raising your hand to answer the question. "Yes Ms. Trevino."

"During the dark days the rebels bombed a shelter where the capitals wife's and kids of politics or generals where hiding. It caused deaths of twenty seven kids and nine wifes."

He nods at you, quite impressed of your knowledge and smiles. "Right, word to word, Ms. Trevino." He was impressed, no one writes about that in any book, the information barely exists anymore yet a girl in his class knew the question to the question almost immediately.

"Very well, what districts or rebels caused the bombing?" That question was meant for you only and know the whole classes eye lay upon you, waiting curiously for the answer.

"They were travellers. Didn't belong to a certain district, always on the move. They were found almost immediately and hung for their doing."

Another correct answer that he did not expect you to be able to get. You look up to see Coriolanus smiling with a proud look at you. He didn't know this himself but for you to be able to know that is quite incredible.

"If you don't mind me asking, Ms. Trevino. How do you have this information?" You hated talking about it, it was quite forbidden at your house. No word was mentioned, no tears were shed anymore, just pure acceptance.

"I lost a family member at that bombing, sir." The looks of pity filled the classroom as you said that. Coryo knew that you mentioned before that you had another older brother but all he heard was that he passed away tragically and here that theory was quite confirmed.

With you saying that, Highbottom went back to teaching from the book. It was a quite slow class leading from then on since all this information was way better covered in the essay you wrote from better sources, this was like a whole baby type of revision.

As the class went on your dean questioned you all on the material, which you knew top notch but the thing he announced after that was truly unfair. "Since you all seem so 'interested' in this sector, tomorrow I shall exam you on it. Ms. Trevino, you will be free from the exam since you've covered all of this in the work you handed me. Now, your all dismissed."

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Your parents always liked Coriolanus, they believed that even though you get highest marks that he has a great impact on it and they're not wrong. The two of you work rather marvellously in a studying pair.

He sits at your desk since tonight you'll be studying here. You didn't have homework or study due to your dean letting you off but you could clearly see that Coryo was overly stressing at this point and none of the information was going into his head.

"Coyro," you murmur, sitting down upon his lap, pestering his neck with kisses and light bites as he continues reading the papers in front of him. "Hmm?" He hums as he is slowly losing concentration as you rock your hips back and forth over his clothed shaft that is tucked away in his uniform pants.

He isn't wearing the usual red skirt that comes with it, meaning you have less to remove before you start your magic, "let me relax you."

You sink down onto your knees and Coryo begins to feel the kisses that you give to his groin area. You sit up, perched, with your knees hitting the carpeted bedroom floor, in between his legs. You slip down the pants as they reach his ankles and to remove them fully he kicks them onto the floor, bringing his underwear with him.

He's fully exposed besides the blue school shirt that he still wears. You wiggle your body up straight and your face is in front of his sprung, half hard cock. You lean the side of your cheek in the dip of his hip and grab a hold of the hardening cock. You gently begging to tug at him watching his foreskin go up and down as it comes over his shaft. You stare at how he looks so big with your small hand.

As you continue the pre blowjob, Coryo tries to focus on his study notes, but each delicate touch of yours makes him feel like on cloud nine and it's only your little hand. You lean your head more in his hip dip to kiss his shaft from the bottom base to the very top of his shaft. You know this is making Coriolanus sensitive from the feeling of your lips on him creates an arousal.

"So, kiss kiss tell me what was the war?" The most simple question but you kissing every square inch of his cock made it hard to think straight. "It was…fuck…a rebolt against the capital…holy shit."

With the right answer you bend down to take his whole cock head in your mouth and begin giving it soft sucks, you weren't going to go very hard at the beginning. The hiss that left his mouth showed that he was beginning to enjoy this .

You hollow out your mouth and sink a tiny bit more, this wasn't a cheap fuck, it was basically a quiz, but with a lot more spice.

One of your hand is wrapped around his base as you lower your mouth in the top. You keep your movements steady after you ask the next question. Just the way he likes a blowjob. You eyes keep closed and enjoy the moment.

Around four questions later you begin to feel Coriolanus's breathing to pick up as you watch his chest move up and down more rapidly. From now, he has completely lost the ability to speak straight. He was feeling to good to concentrate and technically you've asked him on pretty much everything. The only thing that was in his mind was your warm little mouth around his big thick cock.

He accidentally jerks his hips up leading you to let out delicate gags as he hits the back of your throat, usually he's able to control himself unless he's fucking your mouth.

"God, Y/N." His moans are deep. Hearing him moan so loudly makes you get wet and turned in. You know that once your done with him, he'll give back a favour in return.

You continue bobbing your head up and down for a bit longer until you feel something on your tongue at his very tip, which he was leaking precum. He feels so good he feels his muscles in his stomach contract and thighs shake. He wanted to give you a warning before loading off in your mouth. "Y/N, fucking hell! I'm going to cum!"

As he throws his head back you begin to go faster. You suck hard since you don't intend to pick up the speed to much but you know it'll drive Coryo over the edge, it always does.

He ejaculates his hot cum in your mouth as you continue sucking his tio and rest your hand at the base of his shaft. His salty liquid happily makes it down your throat once you swallow.

Coyro's careless moans escape, he doesn't care about how load he's being. You make him feels so good and the two of you are alone in your house. He grabs the sides of the chair to build up pressures as he believes his orgasm moments. You stop sucking and tugging to not overstimulate him and lift your head off his limp shaft.

You sit up on your bent knees, breathing heavy from your lack of breath while giving the blowjob, and Coryo lays there almost lifeless, still trying to float back to earth. Then you crawl up his body and lay flat on his heaving chest, wrapping your arms under his back.

"I know you don't need to study but I think you deserve a recap of the woman's body autonomy."

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Couples Challenge

Imagine

Nico Hischier x Latina!reader

Synop: Luke bets y/n and Nico can’t go three days without touching each other: pda, kissing, cuddling, anything. Guess who breaks first?

a/n: nico is a simpp... fluff + angst kinda?

cw: one cuss word maybe one or two more, cute shit, pet names: amor, bubs are used

+

It was a night out with some of the boys to blow off some steam, and of course Nico insisted that you accompanied him. You didn't mind catching up with the boys in person and having your man by your side, you only got uncomfy when Nico got a bit too comfortable in front his teammates.

Don't me get wrong, you loved when Nico showed affection but you knew PDA made other people uncomfortable and Luke who was sitting across from you, made it very clear.

Nico had kissed your temple when you answered Jack with a witty remark, "You guys are gross..." Luke had whispered to himself hoping no one heard,

"What was that little brother?" Jack nudged Luke

"Nothing"

"No I'm pretty sure you said something." Jack was definitely not going to let this go

You heard what Luke said and laughed at his demeanor. You tried to slyly remove Nico's arm around your shoulder because of so. Nico reluctantly removed his arm halfway and gave you a confused look.

"Sorry Luke" You felt awkward for making Luke uncomfortable because of Nico's affection

"Nah, don't say sorry. What did you say Luke?" Jack had a mischievous smile on

"What's going on?" Nico who had oblivious of the whole situation just butted in

"Luke hates seeing you guys happy." Jack says flatly.

"That is not true." Luke raised his voice in his defense

"I'm so confused" Nico went to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you dodged his attempt. His brown eyes give you sad look,

"Sorry Neeks. Luke doesn't like it when couples show affection, I think." you say

"He's just lonely he doesn't have someone" Jack couldn't help be an annoying big brother

Luke rolled his eyes, "It's just that," he sighed "when you guys are together you are always touchy, Nico always has his arm around you and no offense but it's something I don't want to see." he said softly as possible to mean no offense but everyone started to laugh

"Sorry Luke, I try to back down the PDA but your captain couldn't care less." you said

"That's not true, you are always touchy too, not just me." Nico retaliated making you flustered but also defensive,

"Nu uh, you are way more affectionate than me."

"That's a lie." He unconsciously lies. Truth is that the man can't wait to get home to meet your lips for nth time of the day. He can't wait for you to wake up in the morning so he can finally cuddle you without disrupting your sleep. He can never wait to physically touch you in any possible way.

"I bet you guys can't go three days without touching each other." Luke lets out before quickly taking a sip from his drink

"I think I can" you said with confidence, you knew Nico would be on the brink of death but with confidence he also agrees.

"Please make the bet so I don't have to see that" Luke makes a hand waving motion towards y'all. You turn to Nico, who was already looking at you, to see if he would be willing to do this challenge,

"Deal?" you ask with your hand out

"Deal." he shook your hand having no idea how difficult this was going to be.

Conversation continued and not even two minutes later Nico went to put his arm around your shoulder but tried to save face by placing his arm on your chair.

"That's cheating" the Hughes brother said unison,

"I'm not touching her!" Nico said with a grin on his face, this was going to be a challenge alright.

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The ride home to your shared apartment proved how things were going to be difficult, especially on Nico's side.

"Get your hand off me, sir." you removed Nico's heavy hand from your thigh to the gear stick.

He gave you a very puzzling look, "Oh come on. I thought we were joking, not actually doing the challenge!"

"You shook my hand and we made a deal. You can't back out now." Participating in this challenge was pure entertainment to see Nico break under non-physical-pressure.

"But it's kind of dumb no? We won't see Luke together for the next days so there's no point!"

"The point is to prove Luke wrong even if he's not here, and by the looks of it, you are already struggling." You saw how Nico's right hand has moved from where you placed it, leaning over the console for your touch.

And he takes notice too, "No I'm not." he retreats his hand back to the steering wheel.

"Yes you are." you squint your eyes at your boyfriend, knowing this is going to be fun.

"C'mon Neeks its only three days, it's just for fun. A little test to test our patience." you turned your whole body leaning a little bit forward to convince him to this endeavor.

At a red light, he turns to you, eyeing your lips and asking, "Can we start the challenge tomorrow?"

"Nope." you boop his nose as you plop down into your seat.

He mumbles something is German, probably about how stupid the challenge is, but all you can do is smile all giddy.

+

Nico's clinginess and affection was something to get used to when you first started dating. It was surprising to see someone to be so affectionate towards you all of the time. Soon you realized that the man was madly in love with you and this is how he showed it. Even in mundane moments like brushing your teeth before bed, he was always there.

After arriving home, both of your got dressed in your jammies, and went to use the bathroom following your nightly routine. You tried to brush your teeth in peace but you could't ignore the stare of your lover through the mirror, next to you doing the same thing.

"Stop looking at me" you said with a mouth full of foamy toothpaste,

He softly grabs your waist to pull you aside, he spits into the shared sink, "So I can't look at you now?" He essentially losses the challenge now that he has both of his arms around your waist with his head on your shoulder.

"Not like you're going to pounce at me at any second, no." Even though you felt at home in his embrace you sneaked out of his arms leaving you outside the bathroom. He leans on the door frame blocking the entrance from you entering,

"If you don't move, I'll swallow this toothpaste."

He reluctantly moves as you quickly move to spit into the sink but when you turn around, you find him blocking the door again.

"Move, please" you ask in an overly-friendly tone hoping he would budge but doesn't.

He puckers out his lips waiting for you to give him what he wants, completely forgetting or caring about the challenge.

You sigh then come up to him, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in, "Close your eyes." he obliges, still having his minty lips puckered trying to hold back a smile. You lean in, not towards his mouth, but near his ear, "En tus sueños mi amor“ you whispered with a smirk. Catching his body slack, you escaped the bathroom leaving him dumbfounded.

+ +

As fun it is to tease Nico, you were definitely missing his touch, but that was quickly washed away when you saw him become frustrated.

He was about to leave for his morning practice but of course, because he's so accustomed to daily rituals, he expects a hug and very passionate kiss, which you don't return, in return he becomes upset.

"I don't like this challenge." he pouts with his bag over his shoulder,

"I'm sorry bubs," you ruffle his hair to soothe him, "Just think of how better our kisses will be after two days."

"I wan't to kiss you now." your heart ached seeing sadness in his eyes, but a challenge is a challenge, and you were not going to lose.

"You can kiss me when you get back." you say with an innocent looking smile and Nico just sighs. He knows you won't kiss him now so he walks away defeated before saying I love you, and you say it back. At least you said it back is what he thinks as he leaves.

+

When Nico returns home he makes it clear he doesn't give a damn about the challenge. He finds you in the shared bedroom reading one of your current obsessions.

"Catch me" he warns you to save your book, as he slowly falls on top of you on the bed. He has you trapped under his body weight,

"Nico get off of me!" you struggle under his weight as he becomes very still.

"No. You have to kiss me first." he mumbles in the soft pillows.

"I can't breathe." you intentionally ignored his request and continued to struggle under him trying hard to not laugh.

"I'm not moving." he breathes into your neck,

"Nico Hischier get off me!" you raise your voice and he props onto his hands hovering over you. He watches how you avoid his eyes, pulling in your lips to hold back a smile.

He leans in to kiss you but you turn your head away making him huff in annoyance,

“You promised to give me a kiss.”

“But you’re sweaty,” you fidget with his dangling gold chain, avoiding his eye contact but he just rolls his eyes to your excuse.

He gets off of you and sits next you, “If I take a shower, will you kiss me then?” the desperation in his voice makes your face warm,

“Maybe” you squeak out before running to the living room. You know he doesn’t follow you when you hear the shower running.

When he’s all dried off and dressed he’s determined to get a kiss but starts to question if this all because of the dumb challenge or something else.

He plops on the coach next to you, resting his chin on your shoulder looking up to you, “Ich liebe dich” he says.

You just hum in acknowledgment which plasters a face full of confusion on him. He moves back to get a better understanding on what the hell is going on,

“Nahh, say it back.” He leans back still with his eyebrows scrunched but reaches his patience when you say,

“Yeah same.”

“Is this a part of the challenge or did I do something wrong?” his serious tone makes you choke out a giggle

“The is not funny,” his eyes finally catch yours when you look at him,

“It kinda is,” you say holding back your big grin

You felt bad for the guy so you gave him a very simple and final ultimatum, "Admit you’re more affecionate than me then you can kiss me.”

His jaw drops ever so slightly baffled that that was all he had to say to earn a kiss. But his body moves faster than his brain and goes straight in for another kiss. Your hand stops him as you laugh, “Did you not hear what I just said?”

“I’m more affectionate.” He says quickly and flatly, no room for argument.

“Obviamente.” you say as you pull him in for what he was starving for not even for 24 hours.

After a few minutes of a quick makeout sesh, you mention how Luke would be so disappointed. Both of you didn’t even last a day, let alone three. “I don’t care what he thinks. Actually, I’ll talk with him next time I see him. It’s his fault you were being mean to me.”

Oh boy, poor Luke, you thought.

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[rollingsins]

all hers, part x

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summary: Sam moves in. Tara isn’t happy, so you soothe her in the only way you know always works. 

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, mention of murder, drug abuse, strap-ons, vaginal sex, top!reader, bottom!tara

word count: 3.5k

a/n: for all my bottom!tara supremacists. enjoy, and tell me what you’d like to see next!!

Tara stays in the hospital for the rest of the weekend. 

You don’t let her out of your sight, not once, sleep curled into her side with your back against the hospital bed railing so she can have more space. 

You think she kind of likes it, you fawning over her like this. You can tell by the way she grips you tight when you try to get up to go to the bathroom. Or when she insists she’s too tired to shower alone. 

The morning after she was first admitted, Sam shows up in a flurry, her new boyfriend Richie on her arm. 

“What happened?” She asks, somewhat accusingly as she looks down at Tara’s sleeping body, curled into your side. 

You hesitate a moment. Sam’s scary when she gets angry, and this would almost certainly make her mad. 

“She mixed some pills. She was… upset.” 

“Upset?” Sam asks, “Upset about what?” 

“Wes.” Tara croaks out, stirring against your side, “He’s missing.” 

Sam crouches down, brushes Tara’s hair out of her face. 

“Oh, Tara. I know. I’m so sorry.” 

Then, she grips Tara’s hand, hard. 

“What were you thinking?”

Richie’s looking at you, a little funny. 

“Maybe we should go and get some coffee.” He suggests, “Let these two catch up.”

“No.” Tara says immediately. Grips a possessive hand around your waist. You press a kiss to the top of her head. 

“It’s a good idea. I’ll be ten minutes. You can catch up with your sister. I’ll get you some Jell-o.” 

She stares at you a moment, before relenting. 

“Strawberry, please.” She murmurs. 

You press a kiss to her lips. Watch as Sam surveys you. Then follow Richie out of the room. 

You’ve met Richie exactly once. Tara didn’t like him, but you didn’t think he was that bad. A little awkward, sure. Gangly but harmless. Sometimes, inappropriate jokes. 

He cracks one now, as you’re lining your paper cup underneath the coffee machine, trying to break the tension. You don’t laugh. 

Your girlfriend lying in the hospital with tubes coming out of her nose has somewhat ruined your sense of humor. 

“So, uh… what do they think happened to that Wes kid?” Richie asks, out of nowhere, “They think it was Ghostface?”

You turn, sharp. 

“No. He’s missing, that's all.” 

Richie hums. 

“That’s the Sheriff’s son, right?” He asks, “We ran into her on the way here. Wouldn’t want to be the one who took her kid. That guy’s in for a world of hurt when she catches him.”

Your stomach churns, uncomfortably. 

“You ran into her on the way here?” You ask, head tilting. 

Richie nods, “Yeah. Told her about Tara. I think she’s going to come and check on her later this afternoon.” 

Your stomach drops. 

“Oh. Perfect.”

Richie catches your tone, “You don’t like the Sheriff?” 

You pull your coffee cup out from the filter. Try to appear casual. 

“She doesn’t like us.” You say, honestly, “She’s- caught us. A few times.” 

“Huh.” Richie says, like he doesn’t know what to do with that information. You’re hoping it will make him uncomfortable enough to stop asking questions. It seems to work. 

“So. Um. No word from Tara’s mom?” 

By the time you make it back to the room, Sam’s taken your seat, and Tara looks unhappy. 

“They were out of strawberry.” You murmur, press a kiss to her cheek. Set the raspberry Jell-o to the nightstand. You settle down on the edge of her bed, rub at the frown on her face, “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m moving back home.” Sam answers before she can speak. “It’s a bit of a- shock, clearly.” 

“Oh.” 

A storm brews behind Tara’s eyes. You rub her arm, hoping to calm her a little. It doesn’t work. 

“You can stay a week.” Tara says, sounding very much like it’s the last thing in the world she wants to offer, “Then you can go.” 

“Tara, this isn’t up for negotiation.” Sam says, she reaches for Tara’s hand. Tara’s shoulders tense, “Mom is…. fucking useless and I don’t want you in that big house all alone. Look what just happened.” 

“I’m not alone,” Tara argues, “I have YN. And we’re happy. You being there would just… ruin everything.” 

“Thanks.” Sam says, a little sarcastic. She doesn’t look put off, “I won’t ruin your love bubble, sis. I promise. YN can stay. Richie and I will take the guest room-”

“Richie?” Tara says, incredulously, “No, Sam. No way.”

Richie laughs, somewhat uncomfortably. He looks at Sam. 

“Always great to know where I stand with the family.” 

“Enough, Tara.” Sam says, like it’s final, “It’s my house just as much as it is yours. And I’m staying there so I can keep an eye on you, like it or not.” 

Tara’s in a terrible mood when Sam and Richie finally leave to pack. You curl up into her, try and soothe some of the anger with a kiss. 

“Come on, babe.” You say, press your lips to her chest, “It won’t be that bad.” 

“She always does this.” Tara seethes, “She always has to ruin it. Why does she always ruin it?” 

“She cares about you.” You say, “She just wants you to be safe.”

Tara pouts. 

“I like it when it’s just you and me. How am I supposed to eat you out on the kitchen counter when she’s around?” 

“You’re not.” You say sternly, “And don’t you dare try.”

She groans. 

“See? This already sucks.” 

You kiss her once more. 

“We’ll just have to have sex in bed like regular people.” You tease, stroke her cheek, “It’s not the end of the world.”

Tara bites her lip, “And you’re staying with me, right?” She says, sounding somewhat vulnerable, “You’re not going back home to sleep without me, right?”

“I’m staying with you,” You assure. Punctuate your point with a kiss, “I promise.” 

A knock on the door breaks you apart. 

It’s Sheriff Hicks, dressed in her uniform, hat in her hands. 

“Hi girls.” She says, “Just thought I’d stop by and check in.” 

Immediately your heart races. Your hands sweat, clammy. The Sheriff moves a little closer, edges to the end of the bed. Tara’s hand tightens around yours. She rubs her thumb over the back of your hand, soothingly. 

“Hi Sheriff.” She says, “Thanks for stopping by.” 

“Your sister mentioned some pills.” Sheriff Hicks says, eyes stern, “Care to tell me where you got them from?” 

“My mom’s bathroom cabinet,” Tara lies, without a beat, “That’s not a crime, is it?” 

“Actually it is.” The Sheriff says, “That coupled with the underage drinking. Not a good look, Tara.” 

“You’re not going to arrest her?” You ask, in somewhat disbelief, “Look at her. She’s in a hospital bed.” 

The Sheriff surveys you for a moment. Her expression is blank, unreadable. But her eyes give her away. Hard, pained. She’s hurting. And hurt makes people unpredictable. For a moment, you really do think she’s about to pull out her handcuffs. 

“No. Just- don’t do it again. I can only look the other way so many times, Tara.” 

Tara nods. 

Your heart slows, just for a moment. 

“Any word on Wes?” Tara asks. 

The Sheriff swallows. 

“No. But that’s actually part of the reason I came here.” 

She looks like him, you think. Same eyes. Same unnerved expression. 

“I know you girls said the last time you saw him was on Thursday. But I have a witness who told me otherwise.” 

You might be sick. Your heart hammers so loudly you’re sure she can hear it. Tara grips your hand. 

“Really? Who?” 

“One of your neighbors.” She’s looking at you, critical, hard, “They saw Wes on your doorstep Friday afternoon.” 

Silence fills the room. Your mind is blank, frantic. You scramble for an excuse. Tara beats you to it. 

“You left your biology notes for him, didn’t you babe?” Tara says, turning to you. You look into her eyes. Warm, encouraging. Slowly, you nod. 

“Yeah. I’m so sorry. I totally forgot. He asked if he could pick them up.” 

The Sheriff watches you, her stare piercing. 

“And you let him in?” 

“He had a key,” Tara says smoothly, “We were- showering.” 

“So you didn’t see him?”

Tara shakes her head. 

“No. Sorry. Like I said, we were busy.” 

You bite your lip, anxious. Wonder if she’s buying it. 

“If he had a key, why did he knock?” The Sheriff asks. Your stomach whirls. It’s a fair question. 

“All our friends knock,” Tara says, her fingers tightening around yours, “We have a certain reputation. Ask Mindy, or Chad.” 

The Sheriff’s tense shoulders loosen a little. She scribbles something down on her notepad. 

“Alright. Thank you girls.” She hovers a moment, “I hope you feel better, Tara.” 

And she leaves. 

The moment she’s gone, you bury your face in Tara’s neck. 

“It’s okay, baby.” She soothes, rubbing her hand down your back, “She believed us.”

“I hate this.” You say, mournful, “Every-time she’s around, Tara, I feel like I’m going to-”

“Shh.” Tara murmurs against the top of your head, “Everything is okay.” 

-

Tara’s discharged in the morning. 

Sam drives the two of you home, ignores Tara’s grouchy jabs as she cooks the three of you dinner. Tara’s still a little weak, so she serves you in bed. When she comes back to collect the plates, Tara isn’t afraid to give her honest opinion. 

“The chicken was a little dry.” Tara says, slouching back against the pillows, “Can you please make sure Richie doesn’t touch my movie collection. I have it alphabetized.” 

Sam isn’t easily deterred. 

“Get some sleep.” She tells the two of you. Presses a long kiss against the top of Tara’s head, “Love you. I promise I won’t let Richie touch your precious movie collection.” 

You kick off your jeans, crawl back into bed with Tara as Sam leaves. 

“Be nice to your sister.” You chide, pinch her side as you curl into her, “She’s trying.” 

“Too little, too late.” Tara murmurs, “Besides, I wanted to watch that new M Night Shyamalan movie tonight. Can’t do that with Richie lounging around, playing his stupid shooting games.” 

Richie had commandeered the living room pretty quickly. Faintly, you can hear the sounds of Call of Duty blasting up the staircase. 

“We can still watch it.” You assure, “I’ll get my laptop.” 

Tara makes a face. 

“Baby, you can’t watch movies on a laptop. It ruins the entire experience.”

“So we’ll watch The Bachelor.” You say, a little excited at the prospect, “They’re down to the final three.” 

Tara tugs at your waist, pulls you into her. 

“Or…” She says, pressing a kiss to your neck, “We could do something else.” 

You close your eyes. Her tongue runs down the length of your neck, that familiar feeling of arousal flickering through your body. 

“You’re still sick. You need your strength.” You say, a little half-hearted. Her hands grip your hips, trying to pull you on top of her. 

“I’m lying down, aren’t I?” She murmurs. Her hands reach down into your underwear, trying to tug them down. 

You sigh, tilt your head to kiss her feverishly. 

You’ve missed her like this, you realize the moment your lips meet. You haven’t had sex with her in almost two weeks, a record for the two of you. Without a word, you relent. 

Her hands are greedy, roaming, trying to touch every inch of your skin. 

You climb on top of her, hands on her face, keeping her lips fused to yours. 

She’s so good with her hands, you think as she slips you out of your clothes. Her touch is like wildfire, igniting every part of you. Passionate, fierce kisses as she pushes her body up to yours, trying to grind herself against your thighs. 

You part from her lips for a moment, trail hot kisses down her neck. 

She’s egregiously overdressed. Blindly, you tug her sweatpants down her legs, her underwear soon to follow. 

You pull her shirt up, kiss your way down to her nipples and take one in your mouth. 

“Fuck.” She moans as you suck gently, take the other one between your fingertips. You can hear Sam and Richie’s voices downstairs, lick at her nipple once more before leaning up to kiss her again. 

“Quiet, baby.” You murmur. The last thing you want is Sam coming back up to check on her. Your hand slips down her body to feel between her legs. She feels so good, warm and wet. Your moan almost matches hers. 

She looks up at you, smiles slightly, her dark eyes impossibly turned on. 

“Snap.” She murmurs before you’re leaning down to kiss her again. 

You kiss a while more, slipping your fingers through her wet heat, loving the feeling of her tight under you, desperate leaning up to meet your kisses. She’s so pretty like this, wild, wanting and so wet. It sends a thrill through you. Even after all this time, even after you’d had her like this so many times, she still got so turned on for you. 

“I love you.” You sigh into her mouth, “I want to taste you so bad.” 

It’s not a question, and you don’t wait for her response. You kiss your way down her body, tilting her thighs to nestle yourself between them. You press a quick kiss to her inner thigh, then allow yourself to dive into her syrupy wetness. 

She moans as you swipe your tongue down her length. Her hands reach down to your head, locking you in place. You kiss her once, then twice, then trail your tongue down to her entrance, lapping gently in the way you know she likes so much. 

You wrap your arms around her thighs, keeping her where you want her. Teasing her entrance, slipping your tongue in and out a couple of times. She tastes incredible, you can’t get enough. You drink her greedily, like she’s a fine wine, then lick your way up to her swollen clit. 

“Oh my god.” She’s moaning as your tongue flicks against her. Her thighs tighten around your head, her hands gripping your hair so tight. 

You lick a few times, drawing a little more wetness out of her before you’re wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking hard. She likes it like this, she likes the pressure of your lips against her, suctioning hard, not giving her a moment to breathe. 

Her hips are tilting up, trying to get more as you lovingly suck her into an orgasm. 

She cums quick, hard, all breathy, quiet moans. 

Her hips jerk, and then sink back into the pillow. You release her with a final, tender suck, then press your lips to her thigh as you’re rising back up to meet her. 

She sighs as you kiss her, wraps her legs tight around your torso. 

“I missed you.” You tell her, press another gentle kiss to her lips, “I missed doing that.” 

“Me too.” She says. Her hands are still in your hair, her body pressed tight against you. She’s still so wet against your stomach. 

“I want to do something.” You say, your lips against her jaw, “I want to fuck you.” 

She nudges her nose against your cheek, smiling slightly, “What do you think we’re doing? Playing scrabble?” 

You’re deadly serious. You don’t smile, grip your hands tight around her thighs. 

“No, baby. I want to fuck you.” 

Her mouth falls open, slightly. She knows what you mean, you can tell by the way her eyes darken, a little unsure. You kiss her once more, soft, reassuring.

“Please.” 

She swallows. Surveys you for a moment, those pretty brown eyes, dark, hesitant. Then, she nods. 

You don’t give her a moment to change her mind. You’re reaching into the top drawer of her nightstand, tugging out the harness. Usually, this was her role. It’s what she liked the most. Topping you, making you hers. Tonight, you wanted to make her yours. 

She watches as you slip the straps around your waist, her legs spread slightly, making your mouth water. You hurry through it, wincing as you tighten it a little too hard, confusing yourself with the varying straps. 

“Here.” She sits up, helps you into it properly. Gives your hips a little squeeze. 

You kiss her once more. Tangle your hands in her dark hair. Then you’re pushing her back onto the bed. 

She looks a little confused. You didn’t wear the strap much, but when you did she was usually on top. You lean down and kiss her again, reassuring. 

“I want you on your back tonight.” You tell her, “Is that okay?” 

She blinks up at you. Then she’s nodding, slow. 

“Good girl.” You say, you lean down, press a kiss to her knee, “Spread your legs for me, baby.” 

She complies without a second thought. You slip in between her legs, placing her thighs on yours. 

You can’t resist reaching down to brush your fingers over her clit. She looks so pretty like this. Spread wide for you, naked and wanting. She looks vulnerable, like she’s yours for the taking. 

“You’re so beautiful.” You tell her, spread her thighs a little wider. 

She bites her lip as you lean in a little, rub the head of the dildo through her folds. 

She’s wet, wet enough for you to not need lube but you reach for it anyway. Pour a healthy helping into the dildo. She flinches slightly as the cold hits her warm heat.  You apologize with a kiss. 

You slip your tongue into her mouth, rub the head of the dildo against her clit. She sighs into your mouth.  

“Inside.” She murmurs. “Please baby.” 

You rub your hands over her thighs, soothe her as you slowly enter her. 

“Fuck.” You gasp out as the edge of the strap-on brushes your clit. You sink in as far as you can physically get, until your hips are flush against the back of her thighs. She’s tight, tense against you. You kiss her, let her get used to the stretch of you. 

Then, you gently jerk your hips forward. Her hands grip your arms, she shudders slightly as you sink back inside.

It’s not hard to see why she likes doing this to you so much. 

You feel powerful, tilting your hips into her, knowing you’re the one inside her, making her feel so good. She’s a little breathier than usual. Her chest flushing red, biting her lips as you thrust into her. It’s addictive. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” You murmur. She nods, eyes closed. You lean down, rub her clit. 

“Tell me.” 

“It feels good. Really good.” She says, her voice strangled. Higher than usual. 

You pump your hips a little harder. 

“I love it when you let me fuck you like this.” You murmur, lean down to press your body over hers. Pepper her neck with kisses, “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” 

You grip her thighs, tilting your hips. The act itself was hot, but more than anything you knew she’d never let anyone else take control like this. The fact that she trusts you so much turns you on even more. You press down into her, fuck her a little harder.

She gasps.  

You lose yourself a little. Your hips thrust hard, fucking her into the mattress. She’s all soft skin and quiet moans, her fingernails carving half moons into your back. You kiss her, a little sloppy, overwhelmed by the way she’s writhing under you. 

Each thrust edges you a little closer. You suck on the base of her neck, reach down to rub her clit, needing her close. 

“Fuck.” She moans, “I’m going to cum.” 

Her back arches.

You pound into her a little harder, sending her careening off the edge. Her entire body tightens, nails clawing into you as you fuck her through her orgasm. Then, with one more thrust you join her, body tensing as you orgasm hard. 

You heartbeat thrums. You press a kiss to her chest, feel her heart pound under your lips. Then you’re moving back up to her lips, taking her in a sweet kiss. 

You lay on her a little longer, until she’s yawning sleepily, then withdraw yourself with a careful tug, and slip the straps off your waist. 

You nestle yourself into her side, wrap a protective arm around her body. 

“Thanks, baby.” You murmur, “Love you.” 

“Love you too.” She says. 

Her eyes droop slightly. 

She wakes herself up, tries to reach down your body.

“Go to sleep, babe.” You tell her, press one more kiss to her lips. 

“What about you?”

“You already made me cum.” You tell her, you rub her leg, tug her into you. “Doing that.” 

“What, just lying there?” She smiles, tilts her head into your chest. 

“Laying there incredibly sexily.” You say. “Did you like that?”

She hums. Rubs her hand against your hips. 

“Yes. More than I thought I would.” She says, a little shy. 

“Good.” You say. Kiss her slow, “Because I want to do that again. And again. And again after that.” 

“Hmm.” She says, “I might be okay with that.”

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lipstick kisses

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

wc: 1.1K

warnings: one ass smack, vomit mention, reader wears makeup

summary: your boyfriend is just too cute to keep your lips to yourself.

A/N: used the prompts "you're gonna get lipstick all over me" and forehead kisses both by @ihateprompts. no ghostface. to that anon who wanted more ethan, here you go baby.

masterlist / ethan landry

was the sidewalk tilting? was that a giant chasm or just a slight crack in the cement? your legs felt like jell-o suddenly.

“oh- oh, okay. honey, can you- here just…” your boyfriend, ethan squatted down with his hands on his thighs and back slightly hunched. he looked over his shoulder and gave you that adorable smile. “piggyback ride for one, honey.”

feet stumble on the two steps you took, hands holding his shoulders as you regained your balance for a moment. and then you threw up on the lawn outside the party house. ethan rushed over to keep any hair away from your face and rubbed a soothing hand over your back as you heaved until nothing came up. as you stood up you wiped the back of your hand over your mouth and then pouted with droopy eyes at your boy.

“oh, honey…” ethan murmured. the hand not stopping their motions as you flung yourself into a hug.

“i’m tired.” mumbled into his neck. ethan asked you to repeat yourself so you moved your head back and said again, “i’m tired.” in a more whiny tone.

“okay, well, let me give you a piggyback ride to my dorm. just gotta stay awake for ten more minutes, can you do that?” his big hands held your cheeks to keep your head from lulling about.

you managed a weak nod then ethan returned to his previous position. your hands back to holding his shoulders and you stalled for a moment, again. “gonna throw up again?” you heard the worry in his tone. you shook your head and before ethan moved, an impulsive thought came to mind. you smacked his ass.

“y/n!” ethan screeched and you just giggled. “o- okay. i’m ready to- to head home now.” ethan watched you for a moment longer before facing forward. you jumped on his back a little shaky, but ethan’s hands caught your thighs and hitched you to a comfortable spot as your arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck.

the two of you walked in silence for a while. taking notice of everyone’s party attire or listening to the music that was booming through the walls. the whooping and hollering of drunk college students mixed with the honking of horns from passing cars. the blackmore fountain came into view.

lips started to press kisses onto the side of ethan’s profile. exaggerating mwahs, sloppy aim, ethan’s boyish giggles. your love attack continued until ethan stopped at the door to his building. two more sweet kisses to his right cheek just as he tapped your thigh, telling you to slide down.

when you rounded his back and saw his face, you had to suppress the grin from coming to. ethan’s brows moved and arched in question.

“what?” a hand came to his face, “do i have-“ fingers moved away and were stained red, from your lipstick. a drunken snort at the look of shock painting ethan’s face while you were just overjoyed.

“honey… i know this color stains.” “well, all the girls ogling at you will know that you're spoken for.”

his lips quirked and he looked at the ground before pulling open the door. “spoken for? i didn’t realize this was the eighteen hundreds.” he pushed you through the threshold and moved towards the elevator to his floor.

a sigh of relief left your lungs when ethan pushed the door to his and chad’s shared dorm room. zombie-like feet carried you towards ethan’s made bed and you flopped face-first into the covers. the feel of ethan’s fingers holding your ankle and pulling your shoes free made you sigh in contentment.

“honey,” his hands held your waist and tugged at your body, “i have those wipes you keep here. you have to take your makeup off. you always reprimand me in the mornings if i don’t tell you.”

a huff as you pushed off the bed and turned onto your back. body at a slight angle with just a leg over the edge, with your hands sitting over your stomach, “can you just do it for me? please?” lips in a pout with pleading eyes.

ethan swiped at the concealer that was creased under your eyes, “okay. i’ll be gentle.” he bent under his bed for the box of stuff he kept specifically for you.

“you always are.” a mutter as you watched his curly hair dip down. his face popped back into view, a blue pack of makeup wipes in hand. you shuffled your head around his pillow until your head was turned his way, watching his fingers pull the flap away and waiting for him to caress your face like you were fine china.

“i just… rub this over your face?” he stared at the material. “yeah, but you’ll need to be light-handed around my eyes. don’t have many of my lashes to spare.”

ethan’s upper body leaned over yours, his left hand holding a side of your face while his right moved the wipe over your skin. he watched as your layers of makeup left your face and showed your imperfect skin beneath; pores, bumps, pimples, and some annoying facial hair that needs to be dealt with on another day. but you didn’t shy away as ethan’s eyes danced over those bumps, you just gazed back with slightly hooded eyes. Blown pupils zoned in on the kiss stains that marked him as yours.

“take a picture. it’ll last longer.” pushing his curly bangs away, “too lazy to grab my phone. but i so wish i wasn’t.” at the simple comment ethan stopped his task and grabbed your phone from the charger and plopped it on your clasped hands. a quick “thank you” as you went to the camera and captured the kissed-stained face of your boyfriend who smiled easily and flashed those lovely eyes. happy with the results you let him get back to work without interruption.

after three makeup wipes to ensure your face was as clean as it could be for the night, you changed into comfy clothing. you waited in bed as you watched ethan flit around the small space, turning the light off, and climbed into bed.  

the two of you lay side by side, hands tucked under your heads that sat atop pillows. your eyes were straining to stay awake for just a bit longer, but you were pulled by the heavy hands of the sandman into lovely dreams involving ethan. your ears were able to hear the bedding crunch around you and feel the slight heat that ethan’s body gave off as he pulled you closer to his person. his hand rubbed up and down along your back and he pressed sweet kisses to your forehead.

the last kiss lasted just a bit longer. he lingered in the touch before pulling back and tucking your head to his neck. ethan whispered good night and i love you, before dreaming of you while you slept beside him.

-

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truck

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which vada shows you her newest purchase

warnings: none

word count: 700+

author's note: a silly, tiny little thing while i work on getting rid of my writer's block

Vads <3 (4:37pm): come outside!!!

Vads <3 (4:37pm): got a surprise!!!!!

You furrowed your eyebrows as the texts from your girlfriend popped up on your phone. She had made no prior mention of hanging out; in fact, she had told you that she would be busy for most of the day. Still, it was an easy decision as you pushed yourself out of your bed and bounded down the staircase, excited to see the girl.

When you pulled the front door open and stepped out onto the porch, you felt your eyes go comically wide at the sight in your driveway. There stood Vada, a proud grin on her face, standing beside--

“I got a truck!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in glee. She rushed forward, jumped up the porch steps, and wrapped you in a bear-hug. You could practically feel the happiness radiating from her, and you just barely managed to press a kiss to the top of her head before she pulled away, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Come see!”

She grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward the truck, skipping the whole way over. You simply let her, too shocked to do anything other than stare at the behemoth vehicle in front of you, the one that towered over your tiny girlfriend.

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Vada asked as the two of you stood in front of the truck. She sighed dreamily, like a middle-schooler talking about their crush, and when you glanced at her, you swore she was drooling. “She looks so pretty in the sun.”

You nodded. “It’s nice, baby.” You tilted your head, biting the inside of your cheek. “But…why did you get a truck?”

“Because trucks are cool!” In her excitement, she started shaking your arm around like it was made of jell-o. “I’m gonna look so cool driving this thing! Watch; look how cool I look in the driver’s seat!”

She sprinted to the door, and you struggled to hold back a giggle as you watched her climb inside, standing on her tip-toes to make it onto the seat. When she slammed the door shut, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.

Through the windshield, you could see only her forehead, her eyebrows raising just enough to be visible. Her arms started to move, which was a tell-tale sign that she was rambling, yet you couldn’t make out anything she was saying, because you literally could not see her mouth.

After a few moments, the door swung open again and Vada hopped out, stumbling slightly before hurrying right back to your side.

“Did I look cool?” she asked excitedly. “Did I? Did I? I did, didn’t I?”

“I--” You giggled. “Vada, can you even see out of that thing?”

She frowned, huffing as she crossed her arms. “Of course I can. What, did I not look cool?”

You tilted your head before leaning down and kissing the frown off her lips. “No, you looked very cool,” you lied. She immediately started beaming again, her dimples showing. “I have the coolest girlfriend in the world.”

She blushed, the pink tinting her cheeks and making her freckles stand out, before her eyes widened and she gasped. “Let me take you for a drive! Please? Pretty please?”

You hesitated. On one hand, you wanted nothing more than to make Vada happy. On the other, you were slightly scared for your life, considering how little she was truly able to see behind the wheel. However, when her bottom lip jutted out and she started giving you puppy-dog-eyes, you sighed and nodded your head.

“Yay!” she squealed, racing to open the passenger door for you. “After you, pretty lady.”

You climbed into the truck and Vada shut the door. You watched as she rounded the hood of the car before appearing at the driver’s side, where she clambered in once more and grinned at you.

“You’re gonna love this,” she promised. She settled herself into her seat, turned the car on, shifted the gear into reverse, and then stretched herself to see out the back windshield.

It was only three, maybe four, seconds before you were jolted forward and you heard a loud thud come from the back of the truck. You whipped your head toward Vada, who glanced back at you sheepishly.

“...I think you’re gonna need a new mailbox…”

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