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[bullet-prooflove]

#32 I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine with Terry Bruno? :)

You’re unresponsive, Terry hears the call goes up over the radio while he sits in his car waiting trying to put the lid back on his coffee cup.

That means three things medically.

You’re either unconscious, dying or dead. He hopes that it’s the first one.

He gets to the scene just as they’re deploying the third batch of Narcan. He sees Davies stab the injector into your thigh and he prays to a God he hasn’t believed in since Catholic school that this time it works.

He sees the moment it takes effect; it isn’t as dramatic as in the movies. There’s no giant intake of breath, you don’t bolt upright, instead you start to breathe, your chest moving in slow, measured motions as your eyes flutter open. He’s by your side in an instant, his hand slipping into yours as he leans in close, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

He doesn’t know long you were unresponsive for, only that it felt like a lifetime.

“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” He requests as your eyes meet his. He sees the flash of recognition in the midst of the disorientation and there’s a relief because anything less means there’s deficits from the oxygen deprivation. “Come on pretty girl, squeeze my hand for me.”

Your fingers flex in his, it’s the tiniest exertion of pressure but it’s there. Your lips move and he leans in close, straining to hear the rasp of your voice.

“Say it again.” You whisper.

It takes him a second to understand what you mean.

“Pretty girl.” He murmurs, when you squeeze his hand again. “Thank you for coming back to me.”

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[adarafaelbarba]

Don't want to love you if you don't love me

"But I do want to love you, Terry!" You cried out, hands in the air in frustration. "I do! I've always wanted you!" He seemed shocked at your outburst, but at he same time––relieved? It had been another one of your arguments. A case hitting too close to home and keeping everyone on the edge. Then in the middle of it all, Captain Duarte at the Gang Unit, and Captain Murphy at Hate Crimes had practically been in a pissing match to get him on their team, meaning Terry was barely there anymore to help the team out. Now he was giving you an easy way out, not that you really needed it. He was your work partner, a colleague, and a friend. The comment he'd made had not been meant to come out the way it did, not in the "I want a more romantic relationship with you" kind of way. But there the words were, and he couldn't take them back. You figured it was him being sleep deprived that had made him say it, or maybe your own lack of sleep had you hearing things that weren't there? "Then I'll just have to come clean don't I?" He pulled you in for a deep kiss before you could even register what was happening. Not that you were complaining though, returning the kiss with the same intensity.

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hello !!! Can I ask for Terry with this prompt "I'm pretty sure I've discovered a new species of roach, can you come over and kill it for me?" ? With or without a smut, you decide ! Congrats again for yours 1000 followers ❤️❤️

Masterlist

I am Australian, our bugs are made of different stuff.

The Bathroom Roach

Contains: Fluff, cockroaches, smut.

1.7K words

There are approximately 4,000 species of cockroaches in the world, and only about four of them are found in North America.

All you wanted was a long, hot shower after work, but clearly, that was too much to ask for. You saw it the moment you pulled back the shower curtain, a great big cockroach with white stripes down its wings and long spindly antennas.

You didn't scream, there was no reason to, you were much bigger and smarter than the bug and would defeat it and enjoy your shower. Or so you thought because, by the time you had returned from getting bug spray, the thing had moved.

You looked around the bathroom, but the monster roach had found you first and with one wrong move, it was flying at your face.

You did the only thing you could think of and called your boyfriend, hoping he would take mercy on you and leave work early to come and kill it. The phone rang, and Terry answered happily, the sound of traffic filtering behind his voice, "What can I do for you Doll? I'm just in traffic heading home now."

"I'm pretty sure I've discovered a new species of roach, can you come over and kill it for me?" You had never seen anything like it before, not even on the subway after midnight.

He sounded amused, "Sure Doll, give me fifteen minutes and I'll be there."

"Don't laugh Terry, it's the size of a house and flew at me. I'm pretty sure it's an invasive species." You could understand why he was chuckling under his breath, you were always the one to leave the harmless spider in the corner so this was out of character.

He sighed, "It's New York gorgeous, it probably just drunk sewer water."

You sat posed with the can pointed at the door in your hand, "Well hurry, it might eat me if you take too long."

Terry's horn beeped, "I'll be there soon."

****

You heard Terry's key in the door, and then he was kicking off his shoes and running into the bedroom, "Hey y/n." He came closer, bending down to peck your cheek and taking the can from your hand, "Was it so bad that you had to stay in a towel?"

You blinked, "Being butt naked is the last thing on my mind."

He chuckled, "Alright then, I'll go kill this thing then you can have a shower and I'll order takeout. How does that sound?"

You nodded, "Yeah, ok, please hurry." Terry wielded the can like a gun, closing the door so the strong smelling spray stayed in the bathroom. It took a few minutes before you heard Terry let out a string of curses then there was the dull sound of soft thuds.

He came out moments later, his eyes wide and his face pale, "I take it back Doll, that thing was huge."

Your eyes went wide, "Is it dead?"

He nodded, "Very. I'm gonna go get your disinfect and clean up for you, I may have gone a bit overboard trying to bludgeon it with your hand soap and it's gone everywhere."

"Did the spray not…."

Terry shook his head, "Nope, it just made it mad."

You waited while Terry cleaned up, the breeze for the window he must have opened filling the air with the smell of your split soap. He was done in a flash, spinning around on his heel with a smile, "All done gorgeous, the shower is all yours."

You grinned and stepped towards him, "Thank you, my brave knight. As a thank you, I'll even let you get whatever you want, and then maybe later tonight we can.." You raised an eyebrow and let the thought dangle.

"That's fair. Go clean up, you look cold." He could see the gooseflesh on your skin, and his warm hand on your forearm made you realise how cold you were.

You smiled and pecked his cheek, "Thank you Terry, you are wonderful."

He smiled and returned the gesture, his bread scratching your skin, "Anything for you Doll."

****

Terry ordered Pizza for dinner, traditional for you and meat lovers for him. He even got Pana Cota for dessert. You were cuddling on the couch, watching some action movie while Terry stroked your hair. The film wound down and you stood up and stretched out your hand, "It's late my love, shall we take this to the bedroom."

Terry smiled, "I'd like that." He took your hand and followed you to the bedroom, his smile turning to a grin as you locked the door behind him.

You pressed your lips to his neck, and Terry's hand rested on your shoulder as your fingers gripped the hem of his shirt. He helped you pull it over his head, and your lips moved from his neck to his chest, kissing the dusting of hair before your hand slid down his body to cup his half hard cock.

Terry groaned as you made your way lower, stopping to lick his skin ever so often until you were on your knees before him. His hands held your head as you pecked down his happy trail, his pants following his boxers to the floor as his cock sprung free, "If a bug in my bathroom leads to this, I'm happy."

Terry chuckled, "You and me both." You kept eye contact as you licked a stripe from tip to base and back again and his thumb stroked your cheek lovingly. You kitten licked the tip until his breathing picked up and took him into your mouth, focusing on the head as Terry groaned.

"That's is Doll, you're so fucking good at that." His voice was tight and you took that as a sign to take him deeper while one hand went to his hip and the other went to play with his balls.

Terry's jaw clenched and he locked his knees as you rolled his balls in your hand, "Fucking hell, you're going to kill me one day."

You gave him an mmhhh and a quiet fuck slipped through his lips. You pulled back and returned to the kitten licks, Terry chuckling as you looked up at him with mischief in your eyes, "I thought you were thanking me."

You smiled up at him, "I am don't worry." You made him eat his words as you took him down as far as you could and Terry did all he could so stop himself from doubling over.

He felt the edge approach in a growing wave and tapped your cheek to warn you, moaning gratefully when you stayed where you were. It happened from one breath to another, the climax overtaking him in a rush as you held his balls closer to his body.

You pulled back and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and Terry helped you up with a sleepy grin, "You are amazing Doll."

His nose bumped yours as he kissed you, unfazed by his taste on your lips, "I love you."

He pulled you closer, lust coming over his face again, "I love you too, now can I make you feel good?"

"Yes please." He led you to the bed and ran a hand from your neck to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and taking you in with hooded eyes, "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

You went to respond but he kissed your words away and slid both hands down your body to pull down your sleep shirt. He stepped towards the bed and your legs bent as the backs of your knees hit the edge, "My mouth or my fingers?"

"Your fingers please." You shuffled up the bed and laid on your side, waiting for Terry to follow you. He threw your leg over his hip and took your face his hand, pulling you in a kiss as his hand slid off your cheek and down your body. He stopped to his brush his thumb over your nipple and swallowed your grasp as he rolled it in his fingers.

His hand moved from your breast to your waist and then your hip and he paused before he reached your centre, "Can I?"

You nodded, "Yes please." He pulled your closer before his fingers slid through your wet slit and Terry grunted when you bucked your hips towards his hand.

"I love you so much y/n." His lips found yours as he slid one then two fingers inside you and his thumb found your clit. He started slow at first, seeking out your G-spot with skilful fingers as his thumb circled in a way he knew would make you see stars.

His voice was soft as he spoke against your lips, "You're so good for me, I love you so much."

"I love you too Terry." He stroked your G-spot and with two more circles of his fingers, you were clenching your him with a moan.

He worked you down slowly, his fingers gradually stopping as you caught your breath. "You good Doll?" You nodded and he pulled his hand away, taking his fingers into his mouth with a groan, "I am one lucky man."

You sighed, "Hey, I'm pretty lucky too." He hopped up and headed to the bathroom, returned with a cloth to clean you up and smiled against your skin as you wove your hands into his hair, still damp from his earlier shower to kiss him, "You ready for bed?"

He shook his head softly, threw the towel in the hamper, and slid into bed next to you, "Move in with me."

You huffed, "We've been over this before Terry, your rich WASPS neighbours are worse than the rats and roaches."

Terry pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, "And not coming home to you is even worse than that. You know you won't regret it."

You sighed, "Alright, it's not like it was going to take much convincing, aside from your neighbours, I do like you place."

Terry grinned, "That's what I wanted to hear." He reached over and switched off the light and darkness filled the room.

You pressed your lips to his, and Terry pulled you as close as you could get, "Goodnight Doll, I love you."

"Goodnight Terry, I love you too."

Fin

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[the-hinky-panda]

The Lens: Part V

Author's Note: So this was supposed to be the last part of "The Lens" but then...Sorry, not sorry guys! Enjoy!

“I see your armor.” 

“It’s called humor, Fin.” 

But no, the seasoned Sargent is right.  It is armor. Each joke, one liner, sarcastic flavored word, is just a gauntlet, breastplate, shield. It is the protection that Terry has painstakingly built around himself. And if other people are able to notice it, maybe it’s time to start paring it down. He can’t live his life with his guard constantly up, keeping everyone at arm's length. That night, he goes home and tries to figure out where to start with the dismantling of years of armor. What are some battles that he’s lost in the past, battlegrounds that he can pay tribute to in an attempt to heal wounds. 

He’s done what he can with Rose. That ship has sailed, especially when he hears that she’s taken up with a fellow EMT. He can’t have any more regrets when it comes to her so he packs away that unsung future and moves towards a more attainable one. When Benson offers him a permanent position on the Manhattan SVU team, he takes it. He starts to look for a place closer than the Bronx and wondering what the next step is going to be when fate throws him a bone. 

There’s an advertisement on the page across from the midtown rentals that he’s been combing through for an art gallery not far from the SVU. He recognizes your picture, The Gate of Babylon. There’s going to be an open house tomorrow night and he’s already clearing his schedule for  it. He doesn’t know for certain if you’ll be there; you don’t always attend the open houses. But he’s hoping that fate is going to smile on him again. 

His nerves start to fail him when he’s standing in the doorway of the renovated warehouse. There has to be close to two hundred people milling around the wide open space. This is three times the size of the small opening he went to a few months ago in the Bronx. This is Dom Perignon filling the glasses and Guerlain perfume filling the air. That’s why it doesn’t surprise him when he finally lays eyes on you, he barely recognizes you. 

You look like a painting, or a fashion model from the runways of Paris. Your hair is slicked back and resting in a bun on the base of your neck. You're wearing a black blouse with a deep v-cut neckline with a gold pencil skirt, and gold heels. You’re walking elegance and he’s frozen to the spot as he catalogs this moment. 

But then your head turns in his direction; your eyes immediately meet his. The surprise, shock even, reminds him of this immense gamble. Three months ago was your rooftop encounter. Three months of radio silence from him after he dropped you off at your apartment, hair disheveled, dress wrinkled, and that beautiful smile of a hopeful woman. And he had completely ghosted you. He waits for any sign that you’ll give him a chance to explain himself, apologize, and beg for a second chance but a well-dressed man in a tuxedo steps next to you and pulls your attention away from Terry’s sudden appearance. 

Terry watches as the man’s hand settles at the small of your back, as he whispers something in your ear and you smile. Your attention is focused on a reporter and her photographer who take pictures of you and the tall, dark handsome man next to you. He should have known, should have realized that someone as bright and beautiful as you would find someone who would properly appreciate you. He should have known better; he really should have. He puts his hands in his pockets and leaves the open house, bitterness very strong on his tongue. 

When he leaves the warehouse, he wanders blindly around the neighborhood. It’s an upscale part of Manhattan, wandering into an unsafe part isn’t a concern. He berates himself for letting three months pass without so much as texting you. He’s lost in his self-flagellation when he passes in front of a diner window and someone is tapping on the glass to get his attention. He looks and sees the other relationship failure from his past motioning for him to join her. Resigning himself, he goes into diner and walks back to where Rose is seated in one of the booths. 

“I was just getting ready to text you,” she greets.

“Really?” She motions for him to join her and he thinks, why the hell not? May as well rub salt in the wounds at this point. “What’s up?” 

“I wanted to tell you before you heard it through the grapevine but, Brian asked me to marry him. I said yes.” 

He expects to feel a second wave of failure and regret but as he sits there and waits for it to come, it doesn’t. Instead, he feels relief. Any chance he had at making things work with Rose are completely gone now and it’s like being set free. He’s actually happy for her and tells her that. 

Rose laughs but there’s a nervous tinge to it. “You are? Really?” 

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “I never wanted anything bad for you. I’m…I’m just sorry you were there for the shittiest time of my life. And that it rubbed off on you.” 

She nods. “Well, I guess it just shows timing really is everything.” 

Isn’t that the moral of the story? He sees Brian come into the diner and stands up to leave so Rose and Brian can spend time in peace. He knows how hard it is to find that shared time together. He shakes Brian’s hand and gives Rose a hug. But as soon as he lets go of her, he sees your face in the window of the diner. At first he thinks it’s just a figment of his imagination, your sudden appearance at this particular moment in time, still dressed in your black and gold outfit. But it’s the hurt in your eyes that makes him realize this is, in no way shape or form, an illusion. You turn immediately away and start off down the sidewalk. He says a hasty goodbye and runs out of the diner after you. 

“Snaps!” 

You’re already crossing the street to the next block. Shit, you can move in those heels and you show no signs of slowing down. He breaks into a jog and catches up with you at the next crosswalk. Now he just needs to catch his breath. 

“Snaps, look-” 

“No, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have followed you. That was just,” you sniff and wipe tears from your eyes, “it was just stupid.” 

The crosswalk sign turns and you immediately start to cross when he grabs your elbow. “Snaps, stop, please, listen to me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I dropped you off three months ago and never returned your texts and calls. I’m sorry I screwed that up so badly.” 

“It’s okay, Terry. It is.” 

“It’s not. It’s not okay. I fucked up. I showed up tonight to apologize, see if we could…” he lets the question drop off because you won’t look at him. That’s when the lights of a passing car catch the diamond ring on your finger. He had been right. You did find someone else, someone to love you like he missed out on doing. 

You gently pull away from his grip and clear the tears that are stuck in your throat. “It, uh, it was good seeing you again, Terry.” 

He watches you turn around and walk down the sidewalk before getting into an Uber. 

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[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Joe Velasco (ft Platonic!Bruno): Detective work 

Companion piece to First Meeting

Terry Bruno considers himself a smart man and a damn good detective, so it didn’t take him long to notice that some things weren’t adding up in the precinct. Everything was running behind in the forensic lab because of some corruption and the cover-up of some of the lab techs. Higher-ups were breathing down the neck of labs rerunning most of the evidence that had already been run. It had caused a slowdown and even a bit of a backup for SVU cases. The wait times were longer, and the information sharing was slower. Even time-sensitive evidence seemed to be shifting to the backburner as the forensics lab went through piece by piece with a fine-tooth comb. 

While this was upsetting and downright frustrating at times it wasn’t at all odd in a situation like this. No that wasn’t what had radars going off in his head. It was the strange back and forth between the labs. Sometimes it was like pulling teeth, they would go on about policies and being backed up with no compassion for the detectives who were also just trying to do their jobs. Other times it was like miracles came through without any prodding. Evidence testing came through in an hour when they had been quoted ten. Time-sensitive evidence is processed quickly and sent to their work emails. The longer time went on the more it seemed strange to him. And now this.    

He and Churlish had gone to the labs to try to put some pressure on a rape kit that needed to be processed. The man at the front desk had brick-walled them and given them the normal spiel. Now Velasco was walking into the bullpen looking at his phone and informing the rest of the team that the results were up less than an hour later. That was when he started noticing the pattern. They always got their evidence back quickly when Velasco was on a case. He would disappear for a half hour to an hour and somehow, like magic, evidence would come back shortly after. If they hadn’t been so busy, his curiosity would have forced him to discover what was happening. Instead, it just festered in the back of his mind slowly. It only came to his mind when something triggered it. 

He hadn’t followed Velasco- he was in the labs for a different case. He only hadn’t let the other detective know he was there because he was in the middle of signing something into evidence. Everything clicked into place when he saw the scene unfold and it was like that irritating scratch of a missing piece had been soothed. Velasco walked up to the front desk, a frozen drink in one hand and a coffee and a paper bag in the other. He had just made it up to the side of the desk when you came out from the locked doors of the lab. 

You smiled at Joe as he set your boba down and slid it over to you before offering you the lime green straw. “You know you don’t have to keep doing this right?” You stabbed the straw into the lid before taking a long drink humming at the flavor.  

“Does that mean I don’t have to do this either?” He smiled back at you before offering up the bag of cookies he had in his other hand. Your eyes lit up. Joe had teased you for your sugar addiction admonishing you on several occasions on how bad for you all that sugar was. It didn’t seem to stop him from bringing you sweets though. You pout at him before taking the bag. “Just say thank you.”  

“Thank you,” You take a cookie out handing it to him before fishing another out for yourself. You chat for a few minutes about nothing in particular. It had been almost three months since your eventful first meeting. You trusted Joe and you had built a sort of friendship. A pattern had formed naturally. You did your best to help fast-track the evidence for his cases when the lab was backed up and he brought you treats. You exchanged numbers for easier communication. At first, the talk had been mostly work related but it had progressively gotten flirtier but there was a line that had yet to be crossed. You had yet to get together outside of work. You can’t tell if he just has a flirty personality or if he is actually interested in you. 

You finish your cookie before brushing the crumbs from your lab. You pull out a notepad and pen from your pocket and click the pen open nodding to him. “Okay, who is it today?” Joe’s charming smile gets a little bashful, but he keeps eye contact. 

“No, there’s no case. You just seemed stressed when we were texting earlier, thought you could use a pick-me-up of caffeine and sugar.” You stare at him stunned for a moment feeling butterflies take flight in your stomach.  

“Seeing you always makes my day better.” You say reaching out to touch his arm. His skin was warm, and it sent a pleasant zap of attraction through your fingertips. Before you could do or say anything else the other girl at the table walked by eyeing the two of you. You dropped your hand and offered her a cookie hoping that the treat would keep her silent about you taking a break when you shouldn’t have. The lab needed to settle down with its micromanaging before you lost it and quit. You had come to help after the scandal had surfaced and you were just about over the higher-ups' constant scrutiny. 

Bruno couldn’t hear the conversation from a distance away, but he could read the body language. Detective Velasco had a pretty little secret. Velasco was on his way out Bruno met him halfway across the room to exit with him. “You trying to push for evidence on a case Velasco?” Joe didn’t lose stride as Bruno came over to him.“I didn’t know we were waiting on any. Then again with a lab tech like that, I would probably be coming here pretty consistently to check on evidence too. Not that you seem to have to wait on it often.” Joe stopped turning to look at Bruno. The man was a good detective and Joe trusted him but. 

“You have something you want to say, Burno?”  

“She’s a pretty girl, I’m happy for you man.” Joe looked at the man trying to sort his thoughts, “Your secret is safe with me for now but make sure you don’t take too long to disclose your relationship. There is nothing against dating and it’s not worth risking your job.” 

“We’re just friends,” Bruno smirked and started to walk again telling his fellow detective, 

“So were me and Rose.” 

I love Bruno and this again was very self-indulgent. If you have any requests I'm open. I actually have time to write for the first time in a really long time.       

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[gardens0fbabyl0n]

The Counselor and The Detective

Dominick Carisi x Reader / Terry Bruno x Reader Warnings: smut (explicit), language

‘Another one, please.’ you motion to the bartender, and he nods, preparing a glass of Merlot for you as your phone buzzes. A text from Sonny lights up your screen. 

Sorry, sweetheart. Still stuck at the office with Bruno going over the case. You know how much I hate this.

It was supposed to be your date night. And even though Dominick and you had kept it casual until now on the grounds that both of you were too busy for a serious relationship, this was the one thing you both had insisted on. A regular Friday date night. Yes, he had apologized in advance, knowing he was going to be late but now it was almost 10.30pm and you were getting tired of waiting. He had a big trial coming up on Monday, however, you knew for a fact everyone else had gone home and it was just him and the lead Detective on the case still working so late. You had to find a way to make him leave. 

You take a generous sip of wine before getting up and walking toward the bathroom. Maybe he just needed a little inspiration, you think to yourself, and take your phone out of your purse. Hiking up your dress, you position yourself, camera pointing at your lace-covered center, a finger teasingly moving the fabric aside just an inch, just enough, before snapping a photo.

Hungry for you. You hit send. 

Sonny’s reply only takes seconds.

Come over.

You gasp, your hands beginning to shake immediately.  Come over to his office? Has he gotten rid of the Detective? Was he all alone now? Oh, fuck. You quickly leave the bathroom stall and return to the bar to pay your tab and grab your coat. 

On my way, baby.

******

The floor is dark, the blinds of his office closed, and you swallow hard as you approach, knowing he has prepared for you. Fuck, you’ve had sex in semi-public places but this, this was something you two had fantasized about so many times. You knock softly before opening the door and there he is, leaning against his desk, looking sexy as ever in his waistcoat, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up slightly above his elbows. Your eyes linger on him for a few moments but then, to your confusion, you notice another man sitting on the leather couch. 

‘Come in, my love. Close the door and lock it.’ Sonny says, as the other man stands up with a soft smile. He’s handsome, about the same age as Sonny.

‘Dominick?’ you look at him questioningly and he walks towards you, grabbing your hand.

‘This is Detective Bruno. Terry. He was looking forward to meeting you.’ he says, and Bruno comes over, his eyes wandering over you as your heart begins to race.

You look at Sonny and he has that smirk on his lips that says it all. And you don’t know what in the world possesses you but you just give him a soft nod before he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as his lips capture yours. As Dominick kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, making you moan, Detective Bruno is watching, his gaze still on you as your boyfriend’s hands glide over you. It’s thrilling, kind of. Such a weird, bizarre feeling. You’re surprised by how fucking turned on you are already. You’re safe with Sonny, you know it. If at any time you’re uncomfortable with anything, a ‘no’ or ‘stop’ is enough and it will be over. But you want to know where this is going. All of a sudden you have no inhibitions, and these two attractive men are making you feel so sexy and wanted.

‘You know, I happened to see the photo you sent to ADA Carisi…I gotta say, you look pretty damn delicious.’ Terry whispers, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek as Sonny places passionate kisses down your neck.

‘I am pretty damn delicious. Tell him, Sonny, baby.’ you moan, fluttering your eyelashes up at the cop.

‘She’s the most delicious thing in the world.’ Sonny confirms and you giggle, your hands in his hair, roughing up his perfectly gelled locks.  

‘Maybe, if you’re lucky, Counselor Carisi will let you have a little taste.’ you smile at Bruno as the Detective steps closer. 

And while Sonny’s hands travel underneath your dress, lips sucking on the delicate skin of your neck, Detective Bruno starts kissing you. Almost immediately you begin to tremble, the two men’s lips and hands on you now and the thought of what’s to come almost too much to handle for your horny brain. Dominick’s hand slips between your legs, laughing at your dampness, his thumb pressing down on your clit, making you squirm under his touch. You’re losing all self-control. If you’ve had any to begin with, that is. 

‘She’s really wet, you wanna feel?’ Sonny asks Terry and you whimper as the two men switch places, handling you like a doll. 

Detective Bruno’s hand wanders up your dress, his fingers finding your wet cunt and he furrows his brow. 

‘Damn!’ he sucks in air and you look down as you make out a growing bulge in his pants. Dear God.

‘Is that all for me, sweetie? Or will you give some of that to Detective Bruno? I’m willing to share if you are.’ Sonny whispers in your ear, nibbling there as Bruno drags his fingers through the folds of your pussy, making you moan out loud.

‘M-maybe…ugh…’ you groan, as Terry withdraws to bring his fingers to his mouth in order to taste your juices.

‘Fuck yeah, she’s delicious. You’re a lucky man, Carisi.’ he grins and you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, kissing him deeply as his hands find the zipper of your dress, pulling it down. 

Terry helps you step out of the fabric while Dominick continues to get rid of your bra and panties, then wastes no time to push you down on his table until you’re lying down on it. The two men are still fully clothed and you’re exposed to them, feeling anything but. You’ve never felt hotter.

‘Spread your legs, baby.’ Dominick says, his hands on your thighs and you can feel your arousal dripping out of you already as you follow his command. 

‘Fuck…’ you can hear Terry mumble under his breath. 

You can feel Sonny’s fingers on you, spreading your lips, exposing your clit, and then his tongue is on you, tasting you. It feels fucking incredible. His name escapes your mouth in a loud moan and your back arches almost completely off the table, he has to hold you down with his free hand, all while he continues to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud. Fuck. He’s always been an expert at eating you out, the sight of his face between your legs enough to make you shake.  

‘Bruno. Come here.’ you hear him say and your eyes flutter open to see the Detective step between your legs, his gaze on your pussy as Sonny pauses. ‘Fuck her with your fingers. I gotta hold her still.’

Oh God, you think but you have no time to think. Detective Bruno immediately plunges his middle and ring finger into you, making you scream in pleasure and Sonny’s mouth is back on you, sucking on your swollen clit. The two men are relentless in the way they are working on your cunt, Sonny’s expert tongue twirling around your core hungrily all while Terry’s unfamiliar fingers are pumping in and out of you, curling over your gummy walls. You know their goal is to make you cum as fast as possible, to make you shake and scream, and it won’t take long. 

‘Doesn’t she have the most perfect little cunt ever?’ Sonny moans against you, parting your lips even more to expose your sensitive, overstimulated pussy. You can hardly take it anymore.

‘So perfect. So tight. Can’t wait for her to cum, see her squirm. You wanna cum, darling? You want us to make you squirt, huh?’ you open your eyes to look down at the two men, both giving you the dirtiest looks as they work your cunt to near exhaustion. 

‘Fuck, yes, please!’ you yelp, and Sonny starts rubbing your clit as he continues to tongue at your folds, Detective Bruno adding a third finger to fuck into you harder and faster, pressing against your g spot.

Your thighs begin to shake as you feel your pleasure starting to concentrate on that one spot within you, and Dominick knows exactly what to do. Sucking harder, rubbing faster.

‘Hold her hips down.’ Sonny says and he spreads your legs as wide as he can, slapping your clit before taking it into his mouth again to suck greedily while Bruno’s fingers continue to fuck into you.

‘I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna c-cum!’ you cry, feeling yourself topple over, the walls of your pussy beginning to twitch.

Terry withdraws his fingers, inching closer to your pussy as Dominick watches as you pulse, and both men are holding you steady, your cunt releasing a spray of squirt. And you moan loudly, your eyes rolling back, you throb and spasm on the table as Sonny and Terry take turns catching your juice with their mouths. 

‘Fuck baby, yes! Mmmhmm, look at that pretty pussy giving us so much delicious cum.’ Dominick moans, plunging two fingers into your still spurting hole. ‘Can’t get enough of you.’

‘Unreal.’ Terry growls, licking his lips. 

Your eyes flutter open and the sight of the two men between your legs is almost too much to handle. And you know this earth shattering orgasm they have given you you know is only the beginning. Both their faces wet with your slick and cum, it is your turn now to make them feel good. 

Dominick is hard as a rock in his pants and Terry has reached into his jeans and is stroking himself as you sit up, still shaking from your orgasm. 

‘Mmmhhmm what do you say, Counselor? Shall we give Detective Bruno one of my holes, hmm?’ you smile, climbing off the wet table, grabbing your boyfriend and kissing him hard, tasting your pussy on his lips.

‘Your terms, darling.’ Sonny purrs as you stroke his dick through his pants.

‘You’ve both been so good to me, you deserve everything.’ you say, reaching out to pull Terry close as well, unzipping his jeans to free his cock while Sonny undresses himself.

The two men’s lips and hands are all over you, an overload of sensations while you’re still so raw from your recent orgasm. You lean back against Dominick, his hard cock rubbing against your ass and you already begin to shiver again in anticipation. Terry moans as your hands wrap around him, as you begin to stroke him and Sonny guides you backwards towards the couch. You turn around, pushing him down on it, kneeling next to him on the cold leather, his brilliant blues staring into your eyes, heavy with lust. It’s on you to serve them now. Happily. And as your mouth wraps around Sonny’s hard cock, you raise your hips, legs spread for Terry. 

‘Detective.’ you mumble with your mouth full of dick. 

‘Go ahead.’ Carisi grabs your ass, slapping it softly. ‘You have my permission. Fuck her however she likes it. Fuuuuck baby, that feels good!’ he moans, his precum leaking into your mouth as you bob your head up and down his shaft.��

Finally, you feel Terry grab your hips from behind, the tip of his cock at your entrance, making you quiver before he pushes into you, making you moan and almost choke on Sonny’s dick. Christ almighty. 

‘Holy shit!’ he breathes, dragging his cock along your tight walls. 

‘Hmm babygirl, I think he loves your pussy just as much as I do.’ Dominick teases, pushing your hair out of your face as you eagerly suck his dick. You love it, you always have. It’s always been an equal part of give and receive in your relationship. 

‘Fuck yes, I do. No wonder you’re always in such a good mood, Carisi. She’s taking my dick so well. Shiiiiit!!!’ Detective Bruno moans as he pumps into you, making your knees buckle. 

‘Sonny has coaxed it out of me, haven’t you, Counselor?’ you look up at Sonny as you drag your tongue back and forth in his slit, making him tremble.

‘Oh and you have coaxed many things out of me, baby.’ he smiles, then looks at Bruno. ‘Fuck her harder. She can take it. She wants it. I know she does. Don’t you, hun?’ he growls and you nod.

Detective Bruno does as he’s told, shoving his dick into you harder, and you have to catch your balance on Sonny’s thighs, a loud scream escaping your mouth. 

‘Good girl.’ Bruno moans, setting a new, merciless rhythm inside your cunt. 

Fuck, it feels incredible. You know you’re going to cum again in no time and you know this is what they want. They want you screaming and they want you to be a mess again before they launch a new attack on you. It’s all part of their plan. You could tell from the moment you stepped into Dominick’s office. Terry’s fingers find your clit and he begins to rub you there, his cock pushing into your dripping cunt while Sonny watches you eat his dick enthusiastically. You love the taste of him, you love having him throbbing inside your mouth while you play with his balls, have him moan your name, the tension in his thigh increasing with every stroke, every flick of your tongue.

‘Harder.’ Sonny instructs as he pulls you off him and Bruno once again picks up the pace while Sonny kisses you and you cum, holding on to your boyfriend as you shake and moan, your walls once again bursting. ‘Fuck her through it.’ 

The Detective fucks you through your orgasm, your legs almost giving out and your pussy squeezes around his dick. He curses under his breath while Sonny looks at you adoringly. 

‘Fuck. Fuck. You two are gonna kill me.’ you sigh, voice shaking as much as your body.

‘No baby, no. But I think we can both agree that we love to make you cum, don’t we, Bruno.’ Sonny laughs as Detective Bruno pulls out of you, his hard dick glistening with your juices. 

You look at them, both men so proud of themselves for having reduced you to a screaming, twitching mess, not once but twice now. And yet, they have yet to cum. 

‘I think it’s your turn now. Counselor. Detective.’ you push Sonny back on the couch until he’s lying down before climbing on top of him, guiding his cock into your pussy.

‘Mmmhmmm baby, fuck. So warm. So tight.’ he moans, starting to fuck into you immediately as you lean forward and he embraces you while Bruno watches, stroking his still wet cock.

‘You two are so hot together.’ he mumbles, stepping closer, his hand running over your spine.

‘Join us. It’ll be even hotter.’ you breath spreading your buttcheeks but Bruno hesitates. 

‘Don’t be shy. She’s okay with it.’ Dominick assures him. 

‘Sonny, baby, I don’t think he’s ever done it before. Let’s switch.’ you pull away from him and your boyfriend smirks before you climb on top of him again, facing away, while he spits into his hands several times, wetting his cock for you. 

Bruno watches as Sonny guides his dick into your asshole in slow motion, giving you all the time you need to adjust before you bottom out, moaning his name, and his arms are holding you still for a moment. 

‘One word and I’ll stop.’ your boyfriend assures you but you shake your head, you actually love the feeling. 

The first time you had tried it it’d been your idea and Sonny had looked at you in shock before shyly agreeing. Now it wasn’t something you did on a regular basis but sometimes, when you were in a particular mood, you had opened the drawer and asked Sonny to use that vibrator in your ass while he fucked you. And he couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed it too. 

‘Go on, Detective.’ you say, as Sonny slowly starts fucking into you and you spread your legs a little more, offering your pussy to Bruno.

‘You sure?’ Terry asks and you nod, biting your lip.

‘Please. Fill me up. I want both of your cocks making me cum at the same time. And I want both of you cum inside me.’ you moan and Sonny curses at your words, his hand reaching down to find your clit, to rub you there.

‘Fuck, this is crazy. This is the hottest thing ever. My God. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.’ Detective Bruno leans down to inspect your swollen little pussy, watches in awe as Sonny’s dick pumps in and out of you.

‘She’s all ours to share.’ Sonny growls, biting into your shoulder softly and you giggle.

Bruno’s tongue darts out to taste you and you squirm, releasing another stream of slick from your opening which he catches. Greedily, his fingers delve into you, at which your legs fall apart even more, and you know he can’t hold back any longer.

‘Please. Please Detective. Please.’ you beg, hungry for his cock now. All you want is to get your brains fucked out by these two gorgeous men. 

‘Well, I can’t have you begging like this.’ he whispers, pushing the head of his dick through your folds before ramming it into your pussy and you moan out loud, overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks inside you now. 

‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK!’ you yelp, and they both halt their movements in order for you to get used to them. 

‘You’re okay?’ Bruno asks while Sonny softly strokes your sides, kissing your neck.

‘YES! Fucking hell don’t stop!’ you squeal and they smirk, immediately starting to thrust into you again, slowly but deliberately. 

Fuck, you can’t believe you have two dicks inside of you, you can’t even figure out what is going on, all you know is that you are approaching another orgasm fast. Sonny’s hands are holding you up while he’s pumping into your asshole, Bruno has found the perfect position to fuck into your pussy deeply while his thumb is pressing down on your clit, rubbing tiny circles and you have lost all sense of time and space. 

‘Harder.’ you cry, looking up at the detective as his mouth hangs open at the sight of you exposed like this, offering yourself up to him like this. 

‘Mmmmhhmm, she can take it, Bruno. Do as she says. Fuck that little pussy of hers.’ Sonny orders, pulling on your hair slightly as he himself picks up the pace a bit more, his dick fucking into your ass harder.

You smile as Bruno does as he’s told, with a loud, feral moan, and you close your eyes, letting the two men split you open, fucking into you ferociously. 

‘Fuck, baby. I’m so close. Fuck!’ Sonny moans behind you and you smile triumphantly.

‘Wanna see that pussy squirt again. Wanna feel you clench around me, baby.’ Bruno says, desperately pumping his dick into your soaking wet cunt. 

His thumb is circling your clit harder, as you look down, watching as the two men fuck your holes, making you feel like a slut and a goddess at the same time. 

‘You two feel so fucking good! I’m gonna cum, ughhhhh.’ you moan, and both men pick up the pace again, making you scream with every thrust, making you forget everything around you. 

And for the third time today you bliss out, spasming around their two cocks, jerking, pulsing, twitching, juice shooting from your spent pussy while you moan. And they still won’t stop ramming into you, chasing their own releases, Bruno still rubbing your swollen clit. Sonny is the first to cum, filling your ass with his seed, holding you close to him while he presses into you, your name on his hot breath. You cry and convulse again as Terry continues to penetrate you frantically, his cock plunging into your pussy again, again and again, and you cum once more while Sonny rubs your clit, making you spray your squirt everywhere.

‘Yeah, you like that huh, he told me you could take it, now I’m gonna make you take it. Again!’ the Detective smiles. ‘Spread her cunt for me, Sonny. Wider.’

You cry out in pleasure as Sonny holds your legs open while your thighs shake, his hands reaching down to spread the lips of your pussy to expose you to Bruno. 

‘Fuck. Look at that. How many more do you have in you, huh? You wanna find out? Sonny, what do you think?’

‘Oh I’ve lost count.’ Sonny kisses you and you lean back against him, exhausted but eager for more. Always eager for more. 

Once more Bruno shoves his dick inside you, hard and fast thrusts, over and over again, and you cum again with a scream, your boyfriend holding you while you shake and twitch.

‘Mmmmhmmm, every time that pussy clenches around me I get closer to heaven, Counselor. You really won the prize with that one.’ Bruno says, playing with your clit.

‘I know…I know. So precious. Aren’t you, my darling.’ Sonny kisses your temple as he reaches up to squeeze your tits, and you nod, catching your breath before Bruno starts fucking you again. 

But he is close now himself, you can tell. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his grip tightening on you, his pants quickening, his thrusts getting sloppier. Still, he fucks into you hard, his thumb stroking your clit as you reach another peak.

‘I want you to cum, Detective.’ you moan. ‘P-please. I wanna feel that cock pulsing inside of me. Feel that hot cum fill my pussy. Come on.’ 

‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!’ he growls as he rams into you a few more times, finally releasing himself into you with a shudder. ‘Holy fucking shit!’ 

And Sonny is there to continue to rub your clit while Bruno continues to fuck into you, still semi-hard, and you cum again as he pulls out, watching your pussy contracting and throbbing, pumping out his seed as you twitch and moan. Fucking hell. 

‘Fuck…’ Terry licks his lips while running his fingers through your wet folds a few more times, looking at you adoringly. 

‘So much for trial prep.’ Sonny laughs, his arms wrapped around you tightly and you relish the feeling of being taken care of after being fucked senseless. 

It truly seems like your soul has left your body, nothing in your life has ever felt this intense before. Your eyes are still closed and you’re too afraid to open them but as you feel Detective Bruno leaning down to kiss you, you eventually do.

‘Well, maybe it was just the inspiration you needed, what do you think, Counselor?’ you smirk up at Sonny and he chuckles.

‘Yeah, maybe you should come over more often, baby.’ he whispers.

Hmmm. Yes. Maybe you should.

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[stilespeters]

It started with a cowbell

pairing: Evan Peters x gn!reader

a/n: i actually started writing this before the videos and pictures of the wedding came out, but i added it into the story because its fitting

word count: 4579

summary: After performing at your best friend's wedding, you meet a shy guy. Who knew a cowbell could be the start of a blooming romance?

warnings: alcohol, cheesy pick up lines, fluff

taglist: @about-a-peters

I literally forgot who else wanted to be in the taglist so send me an ask if you want to be in it, i'll write it down properly

“Clare, everything ready?” you asked and Clare gave a thumbs up as she plugged in the guitar. Florence who stood behind the keyboard also gave a thumbs up, and Brett behind the drums did the same. You tapped the microphone in front of you to check if it was working. You were looking at the crowd in front of you and they all looked at the stage where you were standing on.

“Alright, can I get everyone’s attention, please?” you smiled as everyone went quiet and you scanned the room to spot the bride and groom. The room was lit with spherical lights, and the spotlight was aimed at the stage.

“Can I get an applause for the newlyweds? To my lovely best friend Noah, and his lovely wife?” Everyone clapped their hands and cheered as they looked at the bride and groom. You smiled when you saw how happy he looked and you continued. “Looking at you now is so weird considering it feels like we were in the playground just yesterday. It’s like a snap, and suddenly 20 years have passed.” you let out a sigh “I wish the beautiful bride the best of luck with him. As a person who spent almost their whole life with him, trust me you need that luck.” Laughter was heard from the crowd “Anyhow, let's get this party started.”

The guitar of Clare was heard and you grabbed the microphone in your hands as Florence began to play the piano. When Brett joined in with the drums and Clare and Florence vocalized harmonies in the background, it felt like you were flying. The way you swayed your hips and head to the rhythm and the way you smiled uncontrollably. This was where you belonged. On the stage. It didn't matter that it was at a wedding or bar.

Everyone was having a good time, and as you got to the riff, Clare walked to the front and did her solo on the guitar. You glanced around the faces who were dancing, and you saw that everyone was smiling and dancing.

Until you scanned the crowd to see two people in the back at the tables who didn't even glance at you. One being your ex, and the other being his new girlfriend. The cheers and joyful sounds were dozed off, and your smile faltered as you clenched your jaw. The girl was leaning in and whispered something in his ear, to which he laughed, and it looked like they had a blast with just the two of them.

However, you weren't gonna let them get to you, instead, you were going to sing your heart out. You closed your eyes and tilted your head upwards as the riff ended and you got to your part.

For the rest of the night, everything went smoothly. People were now more scattered around, and only a few stayed standing at the stage still singing.

Your other friend Terry had come up the stage to play piano for a while and you had stood beside him as you both sang. His voice didn't match the music at all, but you didn't really care because it was really funny. The Bride’s little brother was filming you two, and you knew you were gonna show it to Terry the next day when he was more sober.

That’s when Clare started playing the tune of uptown funk by Bruno Mars on the guitar, and a man in the front row started clapping his hands on the beat. He was exactly on beat, however his claps were almost muted due to the loud music. You got an idea and you walked to the front and stepped off the stage. He smiled at you as he continued clapping, and you grabbed an object that laid at the side of the stage. It was a cowbell.

You then looked at the man and handed him the cowbell and he knew what you were implying. As the beat kept going on, he started ticking the cowbell with a stick and you moved back to the stage.

You started singing again, and the man with the cowbell had the perfect rhythm and beat. You had never seen him before, but the way his face scrunched up as he kept hitting the right spot made you laugh. He was dedicated.

After the song was finished, you had a break. Flo, Brett and Clare were playing more soft music without lyrics, and you decided it was time to go to the bar. For the whole night, you only drank 2 champagne glasses, since you couldn't be drunk on stage. That would be unprofessional. Now it seemed like the right time to drink.

You sat down on a stool and sighed. Your voice was kinda sore from singing the whole night, and you ordered a drink.

After 3 drinks in, you looked around till you looked to your right, only to get a jumpscare of your ex and his girlfriend on top of each other. They were this close to tearing each other’s clothes off, and your face contorted in disgust. “Sweet jesus.” you muttered as she practically swallowed him whole.

You continued glaring at the couple until your view got blocked by a person who sat down next to you. His side profile was visible and you recognized him as the man with the cowbell.

He ordered a drink and you sipped your own. He didn't seem to notice you. “Hello.”

The man looked at you before looking around him. Seeing that no one else was within 4 meters around him, he realized you were talking to him. “Hey.” He had somewhat of an awkward smile.

“That was pretty impressive, you with the cowbell.”

He chuckled. “Thank you. That was pretty fun, I’ve never tried that before.”

You smiled back at him and raised your eyebrow suggestively “You should join our band, your instrument can be the cowbell.”

He smiled at that and you took a sip of your drink. “I mean, you got the rhythm. I’ve heard people play that instrument before and they couldn't even get one beat right.”

He didn't answer, instead he just gave you a another friendly smile. He then looked back at the stage and his attention was elsewhere. After a minute or so of silence, you sighed and took another sip of your drink. “I’m bothering you, aren't I? I’m sorry I’ll leave you to it.” You were about to stand up with your drink at hand but his hand on your arm stopped you. The man retrieved his hand quickly once he realized.

“No, no you’re not bothering me at all. I’m sorry if I made you feel like that.” He interjected and you felt a bit relieved. “You have an amazing voice by the way.” You noticed that his voice was very soothing. It was soft with a raw undertone.

“Thank you,” you felt your cheeks burn up. Not because a cute guy complimented your singing skills, but because you were always like that when someone complimented you. It was a plus that he was a cute guy.

“I’m Y/n by the way. You’re Mr…?”

“Evan.”

“Mr Evan?” He laughed at that and shook his head. “I’m Evan Peters.”

You already felt the alcohol in your system do its thing, so you left your drink where it stood. Evan however did the opposite. He drank more of his drink and he then cleared his throat “You’re a friend of the Groom right?” He remembered your short speech before you sang and you nodded.

“Yeah, Noah and I go way back.”

“How did you meet?”

You chuckled at that when you remembered how you and Noah met. “We were neighbors and went to high school together. We met at the playground when I lost Pookie, a teddy bear I carried around everywhere. Noah found it near the sandbox and retrieved it for me. From there on out we became inseparable. It was true sandbox love.” you grinned as you closed your eyes, remembering the day like it was yesterday.

After a second, you opened your eyes and saw that Evan was looking at you. “What about you? You a friend of the bride?”

“Yeah, we met last year via mutual friends. I don't see her and the others that much because of work, but she has never stopped contacting me. Two months into our friendship she joked that if she were to get married, I'd be the first one she’d invite, and she kept that promise when an invitation arrived at my apartment.”

“Wow, I mean, I knew Sofia was a wonderful person, she was the first girlfriend of Noah who didn't bitch about me being his girl best friend. But hearing that she kept her promise makes me even happier for them. They compliment each other so well. They’re both amazing people.”

“Yeah, I spoke to Noah. He seems like a great guy.”

It was silent for a moment again, but it wasn't an awkward silence. It felt nice. The music in the background played at the perfect sound, not too loud and not too low. It was soft, and it was perfect for the atmosphere in the room. The lights behind the cabinets where the drinks stood, illuminated Evan’s face. And as he was looking down at his drink you scanned his face, and you noticed he wasn't just cute. He was really handsome. From the way his pupils were dilated to a mole that was on the tip of his nose.

He looked up at you and made eye contact. As he raised his eyebrow with a knowing smirk on his face, you quickly looked away and pretended you weren't staring at him. Your cheeks were starting to burn red and you heard Evan let out a chuckle.

You decided to talk about something so that you would feel less embarrassed. You adjusted in your seat and looked back at Evan again. You cleared your throat.

“So uhh, you said you didn’t see Sofia because of work, what kind of work do you do? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I uhh…” he began and he seemed to be thinking about something. He didn't want to scare you off by saying he was an actor. “I travel for work.”

“Really? That’s so cool.”

“Yeah, I get to see some really cool places.” He thought about the press tours he went on and the dozens of comic cons plus the locations of shooting his films and series. He wasn't gonna say that though. “What about you?”

You sucked the back of your teeth and avoided eye contact.

“At the moment I just take small gigs with my band. I love being on stage. I used to be a dancer. Until I had an injury on my ankle and they told me I could never dance professionally again,” Evan scanned your demeanor and he saw that you were picking your nails. “I’m so sorry, that must have been so hard.”

“Yeah,” you sipped the last remaining liquid in your glass. “Dancing and singing were both my passion, but although I loved singing, dancing was my whole life. Luckily I had Noah and my band when it all came crashing down, they helped me get through the tough times. I just know that the stage is where I belong. On the stage, I feel free. I wish I could be on the stage while dancing, but singing on stage is also amazing.”

“What style of dance did you do?” You looked up at him and saw he was genuinely curious. You had encounters where people wanted to get away from you as soon as you started talking, but there was no sign of discomfortness in Evan’s eyes.

“Ballet.”

“That’s so cool.” he mused and you nodded. “It is. Just standing on stage and performing a dance that’ll bring people to tears, is just so revelating.”

“Was it hard? Trying to commit to it?”

You nodded slowly “Yeah, it was. I used to practice everyday. I put so much dedication into training day and night, and my diet. I have low metabolism and they wanted me as light as possible so the other dancers could lift me. It was really hard to constantly eat the same stuff. Everything was definitely not easy, bellet sounds fun but it’s not all rainbows unfortunately.” Evan’s eyes softened at your words and he pressed his lips together. He had a look of sympathy for you, since he knew exactly what you were talking about. He himself was also tired of constantly eating the same thing for his diet. You and him weren't so different from each other.

“It sounds like you finally have a breath of fresh air.”

“Yeah, who knows it might've been for the better. If I didn't get that injury I would've probably been training right now. I wouldn't have had the opportunity to sing at my best friend’s wedding. I probably wouldn't even have this conversation right now with you.”you let out a chuckle and laughed.

“You talk to strangers a lot?”

“Only ones who don't scare me and look like a serial killer. If they look like Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer I’m out,” you joked and Evan let out an awkward chuckle. “My mom always said to me that I shouldn't talk to strangers. But talking to strangers can sometimes be much more… liberating than talking to people you know. I will never see 9 out of 10 strangers I talk to again. Meeting new people is just so much fun. I can have meaningful conversations without getting attached because I’ll never see them again.”

Evan hummed at that. “I never saw it that way, but I see what you mean.” He took another sip of his drink as he leaned a bit forward and raised his eyebrow. “You never secretly fall in love with a stranger?” You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head.

“Never, I have a policy that it never goes that way. I don’t get attached to them.”

He hummed at that. You had noticed he was more of a shy person. You had said more words than he did, however that was more of his personality contrasting yours. You had always been comfortable around strangers, but you didn't blame others for being more careful.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before any words could leave your mouth, a moan from the right. Evan and your head snapped to the sound and you saw that your ex was practically eating his girlfriend’s neck. Your smile once again faltered and you pressed your lips into a thin line. Evan looked back at you and had his brows raised while having a look of discomfort. “Looks like Noah and Sofia aren't the only ones getting lucky tonight.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled and you sucked the back of your teeth while narrowing your eyes at the couple. “That’s my ex. He’s the brother of Noah.”

“Really?” Evan’s eyes widened “Oh shit, sorry I uhh.”

“It’s fine, honestly I’m over it.” you wanted to vomit when they started laughing loudly. They were obviously drunk as well.

“They are very…” Evan tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “Passionate?”

“Yeah, he wasn’t like that with me at all.” He stared for a few more seconds and when he turned back to look at you, his eyebrows were raised and his mouth was slightly agape. He let out an awkward chuckle and shook his head. You however, couldn't take your eyes off of the couple and had a concerning look on your face. Eventually you looked back at Evan and sighed deeply.

“You know, the first thing he ever said to me was ‘If I were you, I’d want to have sex with me’.” You mimicked your ex’s voice and you heard Evan hiss as his brows knitted together.

“My god, that’s so bad. He actually said that?”

“Yup. I thought he was so funny, but thinking about it now, just makes me question if he really meant it. He’s always been full of himself, a total narcissist. It wouldn't even surprise me if he actually wants to bang himself.”

“That sounds horrible.” He couldn't help but chuckle as he thought about it and you joined him. “Yeah. The worst part is that I actually fell for it. I spent three and a half years with him. His last words to me were ‘Well I’m so sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have slept with my pilates instructor, but we haven't slept together in weeks, what did you expect? When are you gonna get over the fact that you can't dance anymore? You can’t really blame me. A man has needs.’”

"What a douche." he replied and you took a sip of your drink and looked down.

“I’m laughing about it now, I’m belittling him in my spot. But the big difference between him and I is that he is on top of his career right now and I’m here, taking small gigs with my band. He has the girlfriend of his dreams, and I am talking to a stranger about corny pick up lines and how my ex fucked his pilates instructor,” your lips formed into a thin line and your eyes narrowed.

You let out a chuckle and looked back at Evan. You gulped as you scanned his face. You didn't see anything out of the ordinary that might indicate he was annoyed by you, but due to previous experiences you couldn't help but overthink. You didn't know what exactly was going on inside his head and that scared you. “I talk too much. The alcohol is getting to me, my filter is coming off. I’m annoying, sorry. I look like shit.” you chuckled but Evan shook his head and frowned.

“Stop saying sorry, okay. I enjoy listening to you.”

You looked up at him and scanned his face “You do?” He nodded.

“Yeah, like I said, I like your voice. It’s soothing. I like listening to you. I don't think you look like shit at all. I think you look very beautiful. I don't get why you’re talking down on yourself like that.” You didn't expect for those words to have such an impact on you. You couldn't remember the last time words did that to you. You smiled lightly.

“That’s very sweet of you.”

You broke eye contact and looked at your drink.

“Your ex though, he sounds like a total asshole.”

“Yeah, thinking about it now makes me cringe hard. Like, the pick up line was enough of a red flag, but at the time my favorite color was red. Pick up lines are super corny in general.”

You buried your face in your hands and groaned. “I fell for a stupid cheesy pick up line.”

Evan placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed soothing motions. “Come on, they’re not all bad. Okay maybe your ex’s pick up line was bad, but there are probably good ones out there that actually work.”

“Well then Mr Peters,” you looked up from your hands, and folded them as you leaned your chin onto it. “Hit me with your best pick up line.”He sucked the back of his teeth and thought long and hard.

His eyes lit up “I’m not into watching sunsets, but I would love to see you go down.” You snorted and covered your mouth to muffle your laugh. “That one is so bad. Please don't tell me you used that on someone.”

“I just did, on you.” you laughed a little louder this time. Evan joined in. “Come then, give me your best pick up line.”

You cleared your throat and looked at him suggestively and lowered your voice in a sexy tone. “My doctor told me I have vitamin D deficiency, wanna come back to my place and save me?”

He gasped and placed his hand on his chest for dramatic effect “My my my, how could I ever say no to that proposition? I’d cure you faster than the speed of light though, I got a big vitamin for you.” he placed emphasis on the word 'big' and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You broke character and tilted your head back as you let out a laugh. You then looked away and sucked the back of your teeth as you shook your head. You tried to hide away a snort, but you just couldn't stop it from coming out of your throat. You ended up leaning forward this time Evan laughed with you. Your ex was long forgotten as you continued.

“You’re funny.” you mused and slowly your laughter died down. “So what’s the catch?”

“What?”

“I mean, you’re an attractive guy with a good sense of humor. You look decent, you smell nice and you have a great taste in… well everything. What’s the catch? Did you run over a kid on the way here? Are you a spy? Do you work for the Russian government? Are you a serial killer? Who is in your trunk?”

“So many questions,” he laughed and you shook your head. “I blame the alcohol.”

He looked down at his hands and sighed. He bit the inside of his cheek and then looked back at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “I’m just… me.”

you tilted your head slightly “I like that, you being you.”

Evan had a smug look on his face. “Careful, I think you’re beginning to get attached to me.”

You gasped “I am not getting attached, okay, I have taste.”

Evan looked hurt as his mouth opened slightly “That is so mean, I called you beautiful just 5 minutes ago.”

You leaned a bit forward and laid your hand on his arm. “I’m kidding, I actually think you’re endearing.”

“Endearing?”

“Yes, your smile. It’s endearing, your smile makes me feel something. It captures a lot of emotions.”

“What does my smile make you feel? What emotions do you see?” he asked out of curiosity.

“I see…” you began and you scanned his eyes while squinting yours. “I see sadness. Your eyes stand vulnerable, something has happened that took out the joyfulness. Then again, I also see dedication, like a glint of hope and happiness. Your smile is genuine but it misses a spark. It misses a spark to ignite the fire in your eyes,” you continued. “A smile doesn't have to be happy necessarily. It’s the layers of emotion beneath the eyes that makes it… human. The emotions could be happiness for example. Pure joy. Whatever it may be, all smiles are beautiful. Your smile, however, makes me feel something.”

Evan’s eyebrows were raised. “Dang.” He didn't break eye contact. “For someone seemingly drunk you do have your way with words.”

You saw him fumble with his fingers on his lap, and you knew you touched a vulnerable string. “You’re right though.”

You didn't speak, instead you supported your head with your palm and gave him a supporting smile. “I look back at my life and I’m thinking: what the hell am I doing? This isn't me. I don't enjoy this. Sure I’m grateful for the countless opportunities I got to have in my line of work, and I love the experiences and the people I met along the way. But…” he stopped and you saw that he was conflicted. Whatever he did for work was clearly bugging him. You felt bad for him as you saw him fumble over his words.

“You don't have to tell me,” you began “But if you do, I’ll be listening to every single word. I mean, I don't think we're gonna see each other again after this. So, fuck it. What have you got to lose?"

Evan opened his mouth but before he could say anything, a presence was next to you. “Y/n!”

It was Florence. “I need your help, Clare is missing, and we need to pack in our equipment," she then noticed Evan who sat next to you and she looked back and forth between you two. “Oh I see you’re occupied.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll search for her.” you looked at Evan and smiled. “Wanna tag along on this adventure?”

He pressed his lips in a thin line. “I think I’ll drink a couple of more of these and then I’ll come with.”

“You sure? Once I’m gone it’s pretty hard to find me.”

Evan opened his mouth again, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted again. This time by sounds on his right. “You like that, baby?” Your ex was feeding his girlfriend a drink, and it wasn’t even five seconds before Evan looked back at you and cleared his throat. You held your hand open for him to grab, and he gladly accepted.

“Let’s go.” you laughed at that.

"Clare!" you and Evan both yelled. You were walking through the hallways, trying to find any sign of Clare. "Maybe she's in the bathroom?" Evan asked.

"Maybe," you looked around. "She might ran off with Brett, Florence has tried to couple them together for over a year. Brett and Clare have great chemistry and lately they have been quite secretive."

You stopped walking and but your lip and you looked aat Evan. "Maybe they're hooking up."

As you wakked further down the hall, you suddenly stopped walking when you heard a noise. You held out your arm for Evan to gesture to him to stop, and as you focussed on the sounds, you recognized the voice of Clare. However, they weren't just normal sounds. It were grunts and moans.

"Everyone is getting lucky tonight." Evan chuckled and you snorted, following with laughter. "Florence is gonna lose her shit when I tell her that Clare is hooking up with Brett. Her dream is finally becoming reality." You knocked on the door twice and the moaning stopped. "Clare?"

"At least let them finish." Evan whispered and you swatted his shoulder playfully. "Clare we need to grab our equipment."

"I uhh, I'm coming!" Rummage was heard on the other side of the door.

Evan looked at you and couldn't keep in a snort even though he tried to hide it with the back of your hand. It made you join him and after a few seconds the door opened. You both looked in anticipation, expecting to see Brett and Clare do the walk of shame.

Only it wasn't Brett and Clare walking out. It was Clare and a girl you didn't recognize.

"Nancy?" Evan questioned dumbfounded and his jaw hit the floor. Yours was on the floor as well and you kept looking between the two women.

"Clare..." you were absolutely baffled as you pointed at them both, "I... you... you're..."

"Surprise..." she looked down and your brows were furrowed.

You were so shocked that you were at a loss of words. "This is the biggest plot twist I have ever seen in my entire life," you stammered and after a few seconds you let out yet another snort which resulted into laughter. Clare who was as red as a tomato started laughing as well, and you brought her in for a hug.

"I love you," you hummed and she let out a sigh of relief. Evan smiled as he looked at you hug Clare.

"Don't tell Florence and Brett please. I wanted to reveal it to them tonight."

"Of course." Clare sniled at that and grabbed Nancy's hand. Nancy looked at Evan. "Hey Ev, have a nice night you two." Together they smiled once again at Evan and you and then they walked away.

Your gaze remained on the backs of the two girl's, after they both disappeared behind the corner, you let out a sigh.

"Florence will absolutely lose her shit. I'm sure she'll be supportive, but knowing what kind of person she is, she's probably gonna have to adjust for a second. Her dream of Brett and Clare together is totally crushed."

After a while, Evan looked back at you and as you looked at one other, you both started laughing. You supported yourself on Evan by grabbing his shoulders, and you leaned in as your head hit his chest. "This night keeps getting better and better." Evan mused and you nodded.

After your laughter died down slowly, you leaned against the wall while Evan stood with his hands in his pockets in front of you. You looked at his shoes and you noticed his eyes lingered on your face. "What?" you looked up at him and his fingers went up to your face. "Why are you looking at me like that?" you felt your cheeks redden as he placed a stranded hair behind your ear. As his fingers touched the skin of your earlobe, your breath hitched. You felt somewhat of a tingle where his skin touched you, and you wondered if this was the thing people talked about when they said they felt abspark at the first touch.

"You have a beautiful smile."

You broke eye contact with him and looked down. Damn it, why is this man so charming?

After Evan's hand retrieved, you cleared your throat and looked back up at him. "I uhh, I should go help the others with their equipment."

Evan nodded, "Yeah, I should go back too."

It was silent for a few minutes, and you both looked at each other, his gaze lingering longer on you than yours on him. It felt like you were both realizing the night was coming to an end. You both knew that this was just another random encounter with a stranger. The possibility of you two seeing each other again after tonight was very low. The thing was, you were intrigued by him, you wanted to get to know him better. And truth was, he wanted to know you better as well.

"Hey-"

"So-" you both spoke in unison.

"You go first-"

"After you-" you blushed and your cheeks hurt from how much you've smiled tonight.

"Listen, Y/n," Evan began feeling a bit more confident, "I know you have this whole policy thing going on, but I really liked talking to you tonight."

"I liked talking to you too."

He smiled at that, and he was somewhat relieved that you felt the same. However, he felt the magnitude of the situation when he remembered what he did for a living. His previous relationships have shown that dating while being in the spotlight isn't something fun or easy. He was afraid he could never give his all to a person because of that. He knew the roles he took as an actor were dark, and he knew that he stayed in a dark place for a long period of time. The effects that it had on him was very harmful to him in the long run, and he didn't want anyone else affected by that.

But as he scanned your face and saw the sweetness in your eyes, he just wanted to get to know you better. He wanted to give it a shot. Even though he was scared, he wanted to commit. He was also just a human who needed love and affection. Even if it's just for tonight and he won't see you again after that. The alcohol in his system made him even more confident than before, and he stepped closer to you. “You know what, I’m not ready for this night to end."

“Me neither," your breath hitched as he leaned his head a bit closer and you could feel his breath on your face. "The night is still young, wanna do something crazy?" you mused.

Evan gulped, his adam's apple wobbling, and he smiled down at you. "You know what, fuck it why not," the corners of his mouth curled up "What did ya have in mind?"

You didn't answer, instead you cocked your head and raised your eyebrows suggestively. You then laid out your hand for him to grab. For the second time tonight, he grabbed it gladly, and you guided him through the halls.

Something told you that you might be a little attached to this man.

#evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters smut #evan peters x you #ahs #american horror story #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x female reader

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

ROUND 2

So I’m back! Bracket time!

Reminder the time zone being used is CET

APPLE BRACKET

Aka Cartoons, Anime, and games associated with such (fire emblem and ace attorney)

Day 1 22/4, finished

Part 1: 5pm

Reigen Arakata (mob psycho 100) vs Corazon (one piece), finished

Lord Garmadon (Lego ninjago) vs Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb), finished

Iroh (avatar: the last airbender) vs Bob Blecher (bob’s burgers), finished

Iruka Umino (naruto) vs Darkwing Duck (darkwing Duck), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Hakoda (avatar; the last airbender) vs Ice King (adventure time), finished

Greg Universe (Steven universe, he won an extra battle because I forgot him at first) vs Splinter (teenage mutant ninja turtles), finished

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo’s bizarre adventure) vs Greil (fire emblem: path or radiance), finished

Professor Kukui (Pokémon) vs Phoenix Wright (ace attorney), finished

Day 2: 24/4, finished

Part 1: 5pm

David Evans (Inazuma 11) vs Loid Forger (spy x family), finished

Tim Lockwood (cloudy with a chance of meatballs) vs Oscar Proud (the proud family), finished

Shouta Aizawa (my hero academia) vs Donald Duck (ducktales), finished

Sailor Uranus (sailor moon) vs Skipper (penguins of Madagascar), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Sully (monsters ink) vs Kouhei Inuzuka (sweetness and lighting), finished

Alibert (wakfu) vs Meta Knight (Kirby), finsihed

Gru (despicable me) vs Zenkichi Hasegawa (persona), finished

Kanan Jarrus (Star Wars: rebels) vs Mr Ping (kung fu panda), finished

BAPELSIN BRACKET

Aka live action media, books, and video games & graphic novels not associated with anime (so no light novels or tie ins)

Day 1: 26/4 5pm, finished

Bobby Nash (9 1 1 on fox) vs Benjamin Sisko (Star Trek, deep Space 9), finished

Subject Delta (bioshock) vs Atticus Finch (how to kill a mockingbird), finished

Paul Blofis (Percy Jackson) vs Gomez Addams (the Addams family), finished

Lee Everett (telltale’s the walking dead) vs Waymond Wang (everywhere everything all at once), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Joel Miller (the last of us) vs Calvin’s dad (Calvin and Hobbes), finished

Pyrrha Dve (the locked tomb) vs Common Wubbox (my singing monsters), finished

Doc Louis (punch out!!) vs Riki (xenoblade), finished

Bob Cratchit (a Christmas carol) vs Mo Folchart (inkheart), finished

Day 2, 28/4

Part 1: 5pm

Alfred Pennyworth (Batman) vs Asgore Dreemurr (undertale), finished

Dave Seville (Alvin and the chipmunks) vs Chimney Han (9 1 1), finished

Glamrock Freddy (fnaf: security breach) vs Bail Organa (Star wars) , finished

Kim Dokja (omniscient Reader’s viewpoint) vs Hal Wilkerson (Malcom in the middle), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Lee Scoresby (his dark materials) vs Dream (sandman) , finished

Thrushpelt (warrior cats) vs Barret Wallace (final fantasy 7), finished

Domingo Montoya (the princess bride) vs Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn 99), finished

Rupert Giles (Buffy) vs Pollination Tech 9 Smith (the sims 2: strangetown), finished

QUICK QUESTIONS

WHY THIS PAIR UP? I’m a bringer if chaos, also it was random

What time zone? CET!

How do I do propaganda? Well first you reblog with a text post, don’t put the propaganda in the tags. Or send me an ask! I will make sure to reblog it with the right tags

Hey I saw you made a mistake, what should i do? First, don’t use anon asks to correct my spelling and if I misuse slang. Just tell me directly. If it is 2 hours after a poll has launched, I will redo it immediately. But I will write down the mistakes I make and correct them later on

CODE OF CONDUCT

Previous battles

Main Rounds

ROUND 1

Second chance/dad mansion break in

ROUND 1

The only way to show how the battles (second chance) will happen cuz it’s random AN EXTRA NON DAD BATTTLE?!?!?!?!?!?

#best dad battle #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr poll #jjba #bioshock #9 1 1 #Corazon #arakata reigen #ace attorney #my singing monsters #punch out #sims 2 strangetown #bioshock 2 #darkwing Duck #omniscient readers viewpoint #ffvii

[rhettabbotts]

wip tag game!

ty for the tags @sebsxphia @withahappyrefrain @bradshawsbaby @bobfloydsbabe @sorchathered

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

‘tis the damn season - rhett x reader

i wanna hear you scream - ghostface!rhett x reader

viva las vegas - dilf!rhett x babysitter!reader

nothin’ on you - bob x natasha’s roommate!reader

national anthem - president!bob x reader

preacher’s daughter: take one - pornstar!rhett x reader

cowboy kind of way - rhett x reader

untitled terry bruno x reader fic for my love @ryebecca

tagging anyone who wants to do it!!!

#tag game

[lillianofliterature]

about me. . .

Lillian, 23, she/her, panromantic asexual, pots, adhd, infp, 2w1

follower of Jesus, friend to bugs, obsessed with dinosaurs

aspiring author, fanfic writer, jewelry maker & paleoartist

what i’m typing. . .

REQUESTS

"silver fox”, terry silver x younger!reader [age gap] [mini series]

ONE-SHOTS/MINI SERIES

“extending hospitality”, obi-wan kenobi x reader [part three] [mini series conclusion] ON HIATUS

“reflections of the heart”, severus snape x reader [mini series]

“the guilt of seven graves”, severus snape x reader [one-shot] [dark content warning]

"of gits and glowers", severus snape x reader [one-shot]

links and resources. . .

main masterlist

imagines/preferences masterlist

request guidelines

my spotify (including character themed playlists and povs)

characters i obsess over. . .

alan grant, aragorn, august booth, beetlejuice, beorn, bofur, bruno madrigal, daniel larusso, data soong, din djarin, dwalin, eddie munson, elrond, frodo baggins, george of the jungle, haldir, heimdall, jack sparrow, jareth, johnny lawrence, killian jones, loki, obi-wan kenobi, remus lupin, rick o'connell, rumplestiltskin/mr. gold, severus snape, silco, spencer shay, spock, tarrant hightopp, terry silver, thranduil, tyrion lannister

ariel, arya stark, brienne of tarth, danaerys targaryen, emma swan, frankie bernstein, jinx, katniss everdeen, leia organa, merida, mulan, natasha romanoff, regina mills, sansa stark, zelena

my fandoms. . . 

TV/SERIES:

once upon a time, outlander, arcane, star trek (tos, tng, voy, pic), stargate (sg-1, atlantis, universe), cobra kai, game of thrones, good omens, our flag means death, the last of us, the clone wars, the mandalorian, the book of boba fett, the falcon and the winter soldier, loki, avatar: the last airbender, the legend of korra, grace and frankie, the waltons, matlock, sherlock, icarly, 2000s nickelodeon/disney channel shows

MOVIES:

the hobbit, the lord of the rings, harry potter, the chronicles of narnia, star wars, star trek, marvel/mcu, jurassic park/world, pirates of the caribbean, the karate kid (I-III), labyrinth, hunt for the wilderpeople, sense and sensibility (1995), alice in wonderland (2010), finding neverland (2004), the phantom of the opera (2004), beetlejuice, the nightmare before christmas, the little mermaid, emperor’s new groove, tinker bell, and a gazillion more 

BOOKS:

the hunger games, the hobbit, the lord of the rings, the true confessions of charlotte doyle, percy jackson series, the selection series, anything austen or brontë, and a lot of heckin’ good fanfiction

WEBTOONS/COMICS:

lore olympus, let’s play, midnight in poppy land, the wolfman of wulvershire, suitor armor, he’s harmless i swear, the first night with the duke, the remarried empress, tricked into becoming the heroine’s stepmother, subzero, what’s up beanie, not even bones, my gently raised beast, your throne, madame outlaw, the wrath & the dawn, forever after, siren’s lament, eaternal nocturnal, age matters, of swamp & sea, lady knight, house of stars, archie comics: big ethel energy, blood stain, punderworld, i love yoo, brass & sass, miss widow, and even more (obviously I’m obsessed with them)

VIDEO GAMES:

animal crossing: new horizons, animal crossing: new leaf, animal crossing: city folk, breath of the wild, the wind waker, jedi fallen order, the last of us (I & II), any and all lego games, and more!

MUSIC/GENRES:

film scores/soundtracks, musicals, reggae, alternative/indie, celtic punk, celtic music, various independent instrumentals/composers, folk rock, 70s/80s rock, indie folk, pop, and a sprinkle of everything else (I listen to almost every genre, it just depends on what my soul needs in the moment! music is so cathartic, i’m almost always listening to it)

james newton howard, howard shore, bear mccreary, rachel portman, anne dudley, alexandre desplat, john powell, john williams, harry gregson-williams, mark isham, bob marley & the wailers, jack johnson, dave matthews band, red house painters, iron & wine, cat stevens, daft punk, adele, lord huron, fleetwood foxes, dodie, birdy, avril lavigne, priscilla ahn, AND SO MANY MORE! (i freaking love music)

if you want to know more or chat about any shared fandoms or inquire about unlisted fandoms or interests, just dm me!

#meet the author #meet the fanfic author #meet the writer #welcome to my blog #welcome to my tumblr #fandoms #fanfics #about me

[bullet-prooflove]

orgasm headcanon

With the SVU boys, please.

Terry Bruno - Tugging his hair, as soon you run your fingers through his hair and tug it just a little, it takes him 0 to 60 in a heartbeat. I imagine him on the couch with you straddling his lap fully clothed and the instant you do it, his hips jump and you're like ohhh....

Nick Amaro - Words of affirmation. Knowing that you're so desperate for him, that you need him and only him and I think would make him lose his mind. Stuff like, you're the only one who can do this to me, please I need more.

Joe Velasco - Praise - You tell him he's going a good job, or call him sweet boi, good boi anything like that, it makes him feel loved and treaured. I think Joe gets off on intimacy and part of that is feeling emotionally safe with his partner.

Mike Duarte - Vulnerability- I swear I think knowing that you are giving yourself to him wrecks Mike. Telling him how you feel exactly in the moment gets him off, knowing that he's the one that makes you feel loved, wanted or good about yourself. The fact you're putting yourself out there, gives him an emotional boner, which leads to a very satisfying orgasm.

#captain mike duarte #mike duarte x reader #mike duarte #mike duarte x you #terry bruno x you #terry bruno x reader #detective terry bruno #terry bruno #joe velasco x you #joe velasco x reader #joe velasco #jose velasco x you #jose velasco x reader #jose velasco #nick amaro x you #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagine #nick amaro

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Hi , how are you ? I am so looking forward to the Jamie Whelan x Indian American reader imagine . I was wondering if you are willing to write for Terry Bruno as well .

Hiii My love !!! I promise it's coming soon !! I'm working as hard as I can lol ! And I can for sure try ! What do you have in mind ?

#reqeust

[the-hinky-panda]

The Lens (Terry Bruno x Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You're a crime scene photographer that frequently shows up for the Bronx SVU. You've always liked Terry Bruno, like his wit and empathy. You've just been too scared to come out from behind the camera. It's easier to just hide behind the lens.

Part I:  There’s a broken lampshade, ashtrays, burnt floors, beds unmade

Part II:  Does everybody know right now exactly where you are?

Part III:  We lost track of time

Part IV:  He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too (Explicit)

Part V: Timing is everything

#Terry Bruno #Terry Bruno x Reader #Terry Bruno x you #The Lens Series

[fascination-street-writing]

I Am Not Yours - Fugo x F!Reader - capitolo i | capitolo ii | capitolo iii | capitolo iv | capitolo v | capitolo vi | capitolo vii | capitolo viii | capitolo ix | capitolo x | capitolo xi . . .

Pannacotta Fugo – his name rolls off your tongue like the dry wine Giorno insists be served at dinners. You like the sound of his name far better than you do the taste of Sangiovese. You like his strawberry blonde hair, too. And his violet eyes.

| Music Playlist |

Once You Loved Her - Now You’ve Lost Her - Yan!Fugo x F!Reader

Pangs of familiarity fill Fugo’s heart, in the way that Mista looks at you, because it is how you used to gawk at the strawberry blonde man himself, when you were both still young. As if he were a spring and you a parched disciple.

Somewhere to Begin - Fugo x Ghirga!F!Reader

He has always adored you, like the sun and the moon and more - but he had a brilliant way of convincing you otherwise.

Jumping on Someone Else’s Train - Narancia x GN!Reader

His is the face of the one who lost everything, found everything, and lost it all again.

Stealing Past the Windows - Abbacchio x F!Reader

You want him to see the anguish that he has caused for you and your mother. You hope it is enough to keep him awake at night.

In the Gathering Gloom - Abbacchio x F!Reader

You think you might want him to hold you, but you refrain from crossing  that line. It is a game that lovers play – and he is not yours.

Be With Me Tonight - Mista x F!Reader

Regret is a sickening temptation - and you have ruined everything.

She Rings Like a Bell Through the Night - Yan!Bruno x F!Reader

You remind him of a cat - and he has always had a pension for strays.

To Discard and Discover - Trish x F!Reader

She smells of roses and lemongrass - of a home you have not yet found. The scent of her perfume penetrates your mind; at once, you have been found in a flower field during the Giugno blooms.

Sober to Death - Teenage Au! Risotto x F!Reader

Under the shroud of the moon, your shadows become ghosts.

The Sea Isn’t Green, and I Love This Dream  - Risotto x F!Reader

If you were to look at him with those eyes of yours and smile in earnest, all for him, he would surely fall in love with you all over again. As if he ever stopped loving you in the first place.

Stationary Traveler - Prosciutto x F!Reader

In which Prosciutto enlists the aid of a waitress to fulfill a hit placed on two former members of Passione.

| Ao3 Link | Music Playlist |

For Make Believe and Not So - La Squadra x F!Reader - Part I | Part II | Epilogue

Silence falls, and the young leader sets the pen down. All eyes gravitate to the pretty woman standing in the arch reminiscent of a guillotine.

“Uh . . .” You take in the sight of upheaval and flustered men. “I have your pizzas.”

Steadily Emerging with Grace - La Squadra x Ghost!Reader

He opens his mouth to speak again, but nothing comes, for his eyes have fallen to the bruises upon your skin, and your pretty terry dress that seems a decade out of fashion. It was never a secret to any of the men from La Squadra di Esecuzioni - or rather, to anyone who has lived in Napoli long enough - that a young women fitting your description was murdered within the very confines of these walls.

It is an absurd thought to believe in ghosts - but then again, so are the existence of Stands.

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Tinder - Terry Bruno x Reader

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Hitting the Dating App Bingo Square!

Companion piece to Pinot Grigio - How it all started...

Terry doesn’t realise that you’re single, not until he downloads Tinder and sees your profile. The last time the two of you spoke you were in a long-term relationship, and he was married. It’s crazy how much can change in the space of a year.

The two of you have always had chemistry. He thinks about the last time you were together; he’d been keeping you company while you waited for your Uber outside O’Malley’s. You’d tilted your head up at just the right moment, met his gaze and something had just sparked. He’d kissed you that night, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw as your hands threaded through his hair. Before he knew it, he was in your bed, making love to you by the light of the streetlamp outside.

It was a mistake you’d agreed in the aftermath. You’d both been drinking, working long hours…

The two of you hadn’t spoken since.

Now you’re both newly single, he’s made the jump to Manhattan SVU, and you’ve risen to the rank of Sergent in the Bronx Homicide division. He still thinks about you, the way you felt pressed against his body, the taste of you on his lips. He’s re-lived that night a thousand times over, in the shower, in his bed.

His thumb hovers over the screen, before he takes a chance and swipes right.

“You’ve matched.” The notification tells him, and he finds himself smiling as he types out a message.

Hi Sam, it reads. Let’s get dinner tonight.

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Can you do “Woke with somebody when the morning came” from your radio prompt list with Terry Bruno please?

For the first time in forever Terry wakes up with a woman in bed.

Not just any woman.

You.

He doesn’t expect it because a decorated detective shouldn’t want to be with a man like him. He’s tarnished, his reputation is in tatters. He’s the man who sued the NYPD and won, it doesn’t endear people to him but you, you see past that. You see him with all this flaws, all of his vices and you want him anyway.

You stir beside him, your bare skin brushing over his and he smiles, gathering you up in his arms. He’s imagined mornings like this with you, tangled up in one another he just never thought that they would become a reality.

You nestle in closer, your arm draping over his waist as his lips brush over your hairline.

I could get used to this, he thinks, I want to wake up every morning like this.

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