#funhaus reader insert

[5lbsofsmarties]

Sharing Blankets and Cold Feet: Matt Peake

Word Count: 525 I didn’t mean for that title to rhyme... Also, someone requested more Peake so here. 

It was 4:45am when your alarm started to go off and you groaned loudly, shoving your head into your pillow. You had forgotten to turn it off for the weekend and you almost immediately hated yourself for it. You moved to pull yourself out of the warm embrace of blankets to reach for your phone and shut it off but you found yourself stuck.

And it wasn’t the blankets embracing you.

You turned slowly, cringing as your alarm kept going off. You blinked the remaining sleep from your eyes and they finally focus on the face of the man asleep next to you. You felt arms tightening around your waist and you would smile if it weren’t for that god forsaken alarm.

You didn’t even try to wake Matt but merely pulled his arms away and rolled him back to the other side of the bed. With a sigh, you rolled over and grabbed your phone to turn off the sound. You flopped back on the mattress with a relieved sigh. You were there for less than 30 seconds before Matt was laying down on top of you, arms around your waist and head on your chest.

With a smile, you wrapped your arms around Matt’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of his head before falling back asleep.

You were woken again about an hour later by Matt shifting around. The blankets had been kicked off completely and you were on your left side, facing Matt. Matt grumbled and scooted closer to you, your legs tangled, Matt’s thigh slipped between both of yours, and Matt essentially tucked you into his chest, draping himself over you.

You felt safe and warm; you fell asleep almost instantly.

Not too long later, you woke up with a dull ache in your lower stomach and you groaned as you tried to get out of bed to head to the bathroom. But you were still wrapped up with Matt, and he just held tighter the more you struggled. You sighed and squirmed around until you were able to slip out of Matt’s arms and rushed into the bathroom.

You stumbled back out a few minutes later and all but collapsed on your stomach on your side of the bed.

Seconds passed and suddenly Matt draped himself over your back, nuzzling into your neck. You groaned and rubbed your cheek against your pillow, letting your eyes fall shut. You hummed happily, feeling Matt’s heartbeat so close and his breath against your neck.

You fell back asleep with a smile on your face.

A few hours later you felt warm and blinked your eyes open. The blanket had been pulled back over the pair of you but Matt wasn’t wrapped around you anymore. However, Matt’s left hand was gently resting on your face, brushing through your hair and his thumb running over your cheek.

“You know… You’re a cuddle whore,” you whispered as if afraid speaking any louder would break the façade that you were alone in the world; in your own sleepy Saturday bubble. Matt’s smile grew and be brushed his hand over your cheek.

“You love it.”

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Naughty or Nice

Yay four! (like day four... but exciting)

Prompt: Ugly Christmas sweater office party with Adam K

“I cannot believe you got me to wear this piece of shit,” Adam sighed, coming out of your shared bathroom. His knit sweater was a dark shade of red, on which was a lighter red stocking. The lettering on the stocking read “naughty” with a winking Santa face below it.

“What? I think it looks cute!” You pouted, looking him up and down. “And we match!” You gestured to your own sweater. Yours was the green version of his, except with the word “nice” and a smiling Santa face.

“You’re only saying that ‘cause you got the better sweater,” He huffed, turning to face the mirror. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest, craning your neck to rest on his shoulder.

“Nah, babe, I really think yours is better,” You began, tracing the lettering with your fingers, “But maybe that’s just because you’re wearing it.” A blush covered Adam’s cheeks and he let out a laugh.

“Shit, Y/N. That’s the exact same reason why I thought yours is better,” He spun around in your arms, now enclosing you in a hug.

“C’mon, Bruce’ll kill us if we miss this party,” You stood on your tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek before running a hand down his arm to grab his hand.

Linking your arm with his, and giving him a reassuring squeeze, the two of you walked into the office space - already almost an hour late.

“I told you,” You muttered to Adam after catching sight of Elyse’s muppet-themed sweater, “Ours are some of the better ones here.”

He laughed and shook his head, pulling you closer into his side. You felt Adam’s warm breath tickle your ear before you heard him whisper, “Despite how... nice you look in that sweater, I think you’d look even better with it off.”

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“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” with Peake, please?

Word Count: 745

Warnings: NSFW

Adam gave you a solemn tired look and you sat there shaking your head no.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m just so tired. I need to go home and sleep,” he apologized as he held back a yawn.

“No. Can’t you just nap on the couch. I’ll be done in thirty minutes. I swear. Just don’t leave me alone with Peake,” you begged, looking over at the empty desk that was still on because he had only left to get more coffee.

“Look. I know the two of you don’t get along but maybe this will be good since you’ll only be here a little longer. Or you know at least your only here a little longer,” he shrugged. “Goodnight.”

Like, that Adam was out the door before you even had a chance to respond. You sighed and slipped your headphones on and got back to work. You were not even sure why you and Peake didn’t get along. You thought maybe it was a comment you made in Openhaus or something happened during a drunk game session. You had even gone out of your way to apologize to him for whatever it might have been but he still just refused to talk to you.

You saw him take a seat back at his desk from the corner of your eye and you turned away to focus all your energy on your screen.

Soon you found yourself yawning and in need for a caffeine fix. It’d be ridiculous to walk around the whole office when you could slip behind Peake.

You stood and walked quickly but apparently as fate would have it that was the same moment the dark haired man needed to scoot back from his desk, of course knocking you down and spilling coffee on himself in the process.

“Oh, my god. I’m so sorry. I should have said something to let you know I was behind you,” you apologized quickly. You may not have been friends but you weren’t rude, “Let me go get some napkins.”

You ran off to the supply closet, grabbing any paper products you found and running back to Peake though you almost faltered mid step as he now had stripped himself of his shirt and jacket.

“I, um, napkins,” you held them out to him still just completely staring at him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, or at least that’s what it sounded like as he began blotting his jacket first. “Like, what you see?” he nearly snapped.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing more,” you told him honestly. Peake looked up and stopped what he was doing to come over and try to get a little more in your face. “What now, big man?”

“You need to shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” he growled.

You smirked and got even closer looking up at him, “Is that a promise?”

Peake slammed his lips hard to yours in a chaste kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer so your bodies were touching and he grabbed your hips so he could roll his against yours.

You growled slightly and nipped at his lip and he pushed you back against the desk. You turned around to clear it with a quick swipe, papers and other things falling to the floor. Peake rolled against you and you could already feel how hard he was.

You groaned, wanting him inside of you quick as possible so you unbuckled your shorts and shoved them down with your underwear. You barely heard him unbuckle his own jeans before you felt him placing one hand on your back to keep steady and keep you bent over the desk.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as Peake quickly snapped his hips and entered you. Your fingers curled as a curse fell from your lips. He didn’t give you any time to adjust to him as he found a quick and steady speed. This wasn’t a soft, loving moment so you were on the same page and only wanted him to be as rough as he was with you.

It didn’t take very long before the two of you were close. You moaned his name as you came within seconds of each other.

Peaked pulled out and the two of you took a second to catch your breath.

You turned around to face him and asked one simple question, “So want to hate fuck me on Bruce’s desk now?”

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Good you do a thick where the reader and kovic go to the same gym and he helps them out and stuff and then flirting happens 😁

    I gotta do this.

   You’ve been repeating that to yourself for the past year. Last year you made a resolution, this year was the same one. Go to the damn fucking gym. Your friends have convinced you multiple times to go, but you just haven’t been motivated enough to leave your bed. But after treating yourself to some gym gear, you felt motivated enough to actually get up at the light of dawn. 

    You slip on your black sneakers, carefully doubling-knotting the laces, inhaling the new shoe smell. It was the little things that made life worth it. You step towards you mirror, checking out each part of your body. The gym gear made you look slimmer, but you knew you were far from your reflection in the mirror. 

  Grabbing your keys and water-bottle, you were out the door. Luckily your apartment complex had a gym on the bottom level open to all so you didn’t need to haul your lazy ass very far. Instead of taking the elevator, you decided to jog down the 3 flights of stairs. By the time you got to the second flight, you regretted your decision and started pacing your steps to catch your breath. You probably looked all hot and flustered. But hey, you weren’t out to impress anyone. 

  You make it to the 3rd and final flight of stairs and follow the sign that said ‘gym’. Now that’s just teasing at this point. You follow the arrow and arrive at a glass door, you push it in and are immediately greeted with the smell of b.o and stale water. You quietly dry-retch as you walk through. In your mind you already made up your mind as to where you wanted to go. 

  You make your way over to the weights where a reasonably fit guy laid, pushing the weights up and down. You quickly look away and browse through the various sets of weights. You found the lowest one, oh well, we’ve all got to start somewhere. 

  It was a small one, so it only required one hand. As you flexed, your muscles ached and you lost your grip. Fuck. 

The guy that was doing weights seamlessly before made his way towards you. “Hey, are you okay?” He smiles warmly, you could tell he was trying not to burst out laughing. As you took a closer look, you noticed he had a single tattoo that wrapped around his bicep. Nice. 

  “Hey? Are you alright?”

“Hmm, what?” Fuck, He caught you out of your trance. You prayed to whatever higher being that was around that he didn’t notice that you were checking him out. This would definitely be one story for the books.

 “Oh yeah I’m fine,” You murmur, collecting yourself together, flushed. 

“I’m Adam by the way. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before...?”

You shake your head “Yeah, I’m Y/N, today is actually my first day but it looks like I’ve already embarrassed myself enough to hide in my apartment for the rest of my life,” 

  Adam laughs, picking up your dropped weight and placing it on the rack next to you delicately. His muscles flexed. Fuck. Stop drooling Y/N he’s probably already got someone.

“Oh what number are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

“47,”

“Oh really? I’m 42. What a coincidence!” Adam smiles warmly. Oh god oh god oh god. Adam wipes the sweat from his forehead, his hair was drenched and mattered. 

“You planning on coming here often?”

“Maybe,” You shrug, honestly you had no idea before but now, the gym might not be such a bad idea. 

“Well, I’d like a gym buddy if wouldn’t mind Y/N. Besides, I might start coming to the gym more often if you’re gonna be here.” He winks smiling. Again. Him and that god damn smile. You felt yourself completely crumble into yourself.

 “Neither,” You agree, your heart beating a million beats per second. “Well, I’m going to the change rooms. I’ll be a few, you wouldn’t mind waiting would you? We can get to know each other at breakfast,” Adam suggests you just nod and watch him walk away. 

Well fuck, the gym isn’t so bad after all.

[marshhaus-blog]

Naps and Nights

Pairing: Matt Peake x Reader

Word Count: 1502

Summary + A/N: Matt Peake is sleepy, you are slightly tipsy and just so happen to end up at the same place at the same time. I guess you could call this fluff. This is my first time trying something like this and actually posting it online. Congrats to me, I guess. Hope you guys like it!

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Ever since Matt Peake could recall, he hadn't been a man of big words. In fact, he liked to keep everything as easy-going as possible. Simple things were easier to deal with and seeing that his friends at funhaus liked to point out, that he seemed to carry all the weight of the world on his shoulders, it all made sense. To them, his semi-seclusion was the essence of his existence, something they were used to and more than happy to accept. Matt was just...Matt. In a way, nobody would ever be capable of changing that, even though it made certain things a lot harder than they had to be.

That Friday evening he had decided to stay at the office a little longer to finish editing a video. He hadn't had made any plans for later anyways and while Adam and Bruce had asked him to go out for a drink, he hadn't really felt like it. It had been a weird day, a weird week actually, so going to a bar didn't seem that inviting. A voice inside of his head kept telling him that it would have been the right choice to just say yes and let Bruce cheer him up a little. When he did play with the idea of shooting him a message though, the clock on his phone revealed that it was already past 11 pm. By now, the chance of not being able to get into the flow was too big to risk it. Better keep it cool than awkward, right?

Matt sighed, sunk into his chair and closed his eyes. His hurting eyes implied that staring at a screen for that long couldn't be healthy - something he promised himself to remember at least weekly, without ever changing something about the situation. Finally giving them the rest they needed felt good, though. Before he could open them up again, his thoughts drifted off to something that had happened earlier that day - someone, actually. And then suddenly, while the radio station he had opened up on his browser was still silently singing to him through his earphones, he was gone, completely out of it.

The next thing Matt could recall was him slowly waking up, caused by a sudden flash of light and a familiar voice. Still mostly stuck in his head, he looked around the office, only now realizing that he had fallen asleep and sunken so deep into his chair, that he had been about to fall out any minute. He carefully straightened up, groaning at the pain in his stiff neck. It was the first time something like that had happened to him and so far it definitely hadn't been worth it.

"Oh my god. Matt, is that you? Sorry, I didn't know anybody was in here", somebody called out, followed by quick footsteps towards him.

It wasn't hard for him to recognize that voice. Your name immediately sprung into his mind, leaving a warmth inside of him, which quickly turned out to be slight embarrassment. Matt wasn't exactly good with women and while that had bothered him in the past, he'd come to accept it. He wasn't one to fall in love very easily anyways, so did it really matter? Perhaps not.

Matt took a deep breath before turning around and actually facing you. Honestly, he still wasn't completely sure that he was in fact awake, but he tried not to let it slip that he had been sleeping, despite his dozy eyes probably being an instant giveaway. You were the complete opposite to him: awake as ever, wearing a black dress with floral print and only a little bit of makeup. He couldn't help but smile a little at the view of you. Something about you was just so refreshing. Ever since you had started working at funhaus, you had left an impression, but he had brushed the idea of you off fairly early. You had a lot of friends and always seemed to be up to something and as you two got along pretty well, he didn't want to ruin anything.

"Oh, uh, I wanted to finish editing this video for Monday. So I've just been sitting here since everyone left, I guess", he tried to explain, keeping in mind that you had left work quite early that day and couldn't have known.

He watched you as you nodded acceptingly, pulled your own chair next to his and sat down on one of the desks, resting your feet on the leather chair. As his vision became clearer, he realized that you didn't seem as happy as usual.

"I, uh, shouldn't be the one to ask that question, but what are you doing here?", Matt proceeded to ask and took a look at the clock in the right corner of his computer screen. "It's...2 am? Wow, that's a new one."

I swear it felt like I was asleep for ten minutes, at most. Good job, Peake. Can't wait for James to find out about this one.

"I was at this bar with Adam and Bruce, Lawrence showed up too at some point, I think. I don't really remember, 'cause the place was so packed. Dark too, couldn't see shit."

You sighed and leaned back, nearly causing a screen to fall off the table. Matt however was quick enough to grab it and put it in place, earning an embarrassed smile from you.

"Oh god, sorry. I'm a little tipsy and upset. Please don't hate me", you apologized with a sad expression on your face, which convinced him of the assumption that something clearly wasn't going right.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Go on. Not going anywhere", Matt said leaning forward, putting a hand on one of your shoulders just for a split second.

It was the best reaction he could think of in that moment, that didn't involve coming too close and keeping a safe distance instead. He could tell you were okay with it, as you slid down the table and sat down on your chair, decreasing the distance between him and you.

"I got a phone call from someone I used to be friends with. It was an accident. She didn't actually mean to call me and it really shouldn't matter, but it just reminded me of...old times. Everything's so different now and sometimes you just have those days. I don't even know how to explain it."

Matt nodded and slightly lowered his head, inspecting the floor. Somehow he knew exactly what you were trying to bring across.

"So I left, but I didn't want to go home and the only place I could think of was here. Reminds me of good stuff. I walked 20 minutes, 'cause I'm too much of an idiot to explain where I want to go to a taxi driver. Then when I got here I thought I'd lost my keys and started panicking, but I'd just let them fall to the ground while trying to open the door. Also, I didn't think you'd be here. So, me busting in and lighting everything up wasn't exactly what I'd planned."

When he looked up and saw that you were smiling now, he couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. That sounded exactly like something you would do that he would have missed, but Elyse would have told him about the following day.

"Wanna hear something funny?"

"Shoot."

"Three hours ago I was editing the last scene of this video right here. Closed my eyes for like ten seconds, then boom. Gone. And suddenly you're here. Thanks for not letting me nap 'til sunrise."

"Seriously? I had a feeling, but Matt Peake falling asleep at work? Never.", you said and started laughing. "You just proofed me wrong, Sir."

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises."

"I can see that."

Matt took a moment to look at you again, at how your mood had changed, simply by him being there and trying to cheer you up, which was something he hadn't thought himself to be capable of.

"Hey, how about I give you a ride, make sure you get home safely and we'll see each other here on Monday?"

"It would be my pleasure."

Silence set in as Matt and you smiled at each other, slowly coming to the conclusion that this incident was the best thing that could have happened to both of you that night. He liked you, he really did. It felt like he'd just crossed a bridge, bringing you two closer together on an emotional level. It wasn't much, but it was something and he was more than happy to have had shared this little moment with you. Maybe in a few weeks he'd have the courage to ask you out, when you both weren't indoctrinated by the night - maybe. He liked this feeling because it was simple, easier to take care of. And it invited him to put both his heart and his soul into discovering how complex it actually was.

[ellebellebab]

heyy!! i've been wondering this, besides writing shiphaus, would you ever write reader inserts?

I’ve thought about this a bit because I have written RT/AH reader inserts and I really enjoy it. So at this stage it’s a tentative yes. I think it would depend on the prompt to be honest.

[5lbsofsmarties]

hey I have been feeling so anxious and shitty lately with all the overwhelming bad stuff that has been happening in the world recently, could you write something with peake or adam comforting the reader about all this, if you don't mind

I combined this with another Adam prompt about secret dating.

Word count: 575

It had been a pretty rough night for you; sleep ended upevading you for most of it. So, instead of sitting at home and staring blanklyat your phone or computer screen, you decided to head into the office to tryand get some work done before everyone else got in for the day. You stopped ata coffee house by your place and bought the largest drink you could in anattempt to keep yourself functional enough to actually get stuff done.

At the office, you were the only one there and quicklycurled up in your chair at your desk. You wrapped a Funhaus blanket aroundyourself and pulled your hood up from the sweatshirt your boyfriend had left atyour apartment, trying to get as comfortable as possible.

Very quickly, you zoned out of everything in the room exceptyour work. Even though you felt okay, you could tell you weren’t doing yourbest; you could feel your body lagging a little with lack of sleep, and theanxious nerves of the last few days were catching up to you – which was nothelped by your extra large coffee.

Suddenly, a hand came to rest on your shoulder and younearly screamed as you whipped around to come face to face with Adam. Yourheart pounded against your ribs and you placed a hand on your chest as you tookyour headphones off to look up at him.

“Jesus, Adam,” you breathed heavily, “You scared the shitout of me.”

Adam gave an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I just noticed youwere here really early and you look kind of out of it. Are you okay?”

You sighed softly and shrugged a shoulder as your free handfiddled with the wire coming off your headphones.  “Had a not so stellar night… I was superanxious and just couldn’t sleep,” you explained with another shrug, eyes driftingaway from Adam.

You felt Adam’s hand come up and his finger tuck up underyour chin to lift you head enough so you had to look at him. “Do you wanna gohome? I can cover for you, I know how hard it is to come to work feeling likethat,” he offered, giving you a reassuring look.

“I should be okay… but I may want to head out after lunch,it that’s okay,” you murmured.

You allowed you hand to reach out and gently wrap aroundAdam’s wrist as you looked up at him. Even him just being there seemed to calmyou down enough to think and breath freely, which was making you start to feelthe lack of sleep you were dealing with.

“Of course, babe,” Adam nodded and leaned in to press a kissagainst you lips.

You heard someone from behind Adam make a surprised noiseand the two of you turned to see James and Elyse at the door, looking at thepair of you with wide eyes. After a moment or two, James grinned and grabbedElyse by the elbow.

“We’re going to pretend we didn’t see you two kiss and headoff to work so you can keep up this façade of simple co-workers to hide yourtrue feelings from your friends,” James all but shouted as he lead them out ofthe room and back to their office.

Adam looked down at you and laughed softly before he kissedyou again, “I’ll go deal with that.”

[aplaceforrtprompts]

16, kovic ^__^

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Adam told you, holding your face.

“Okay,” you whispered, your heart racing.

Your eyes fluttered shut but there was no kiss. After a minute, you peeked and Adam was still standing there as if frozen in time until Bruce shouted, “Cut!”

Bruce pulled him off to the side to ask him why he was ruining the scene. You could hear Adam ask him for a minute before turning to you and pulling you off to the side.

“What’s up?” you laughed as he pulled you into the hall to give the two of you privacy, “Scared to kiss me?”

Adam shook his head and leaned down to kiss you to prove his point. He pulled away, “I just wanted our first kiss to be just ours.”

“First kiss?” you questioned raising an eyebrow as Adam blushed. You didn’t let him answer though as you pulled him back down into another kiss.

[aplaceforrtprompts]

#204 "Its midnight, what do you want?" for Adam Kovic please!

You paced nervously in front of Adam’s door as you waited for him to answer.

“This is such a bad idea,” you muttered and took out your phone, ready to text Elyse she was wrong and Adam so did not reciprocate your feelings for him.

The door swung open though and Adam gave you a confused look. He appeared tired and his hair disheveled but it didn’t seem like you woke him up. He asked, "Its midnight, what do you want?”

You stammered for a moment trying to find an excuse but eventually when you couldn’t come up with one, you moved in close and pressed a kiss to his lips.

You went to pull away after a moment but that’s when Adam’s brain finally clicked on and put his arms around you, keeping you against him as he kissed you back. It seems Elyse may have been right after all.

[5lbsofsmarties]

Black Friday: James Willems

Word Count: 540

“Wake up.”

James groaned lowly at the words being whispered into his ear and rolled over, folding the pillow under his head enough to create makeshift earmuffs. He felt the bed shift around and a warm body being pressed flush against his back. An arm circled his waist as the pillow is moved away and lips were pressed just behind his ear.

“C’mon, James… wake up.”

James huffed out a breath and kept his eyes closed as he relaxed against the body behind him. “Y/N, the only reason you should be waking me up like this is for sex,” James grumbled, shifting around to get more comfortable.

You chuckled lowly and slid a flat palm up James’ chest. “Who says I’m not?” you teased in a breathy voice. That piqued James’ interest and made him turn around to face you. “Really?” he asked warily, knowing that you were in your parents’ home and the pair of you had been given quite a talk by your dad before you went to bed on your first night in town.

“Mm, yes… but later. When we get back,” you said happily, grinning like mad before bouncing off the bed.

James’ brows furrowed as he looked up at you in the dark room. “Back? Back from where? What time is it?” he mumbled in a sleep rough voice and turned over to grab his phone. He pressed the home key on his phone and his eyes widen as it illuminated. “Y/N, it is three o’clock in the morning,” he said slowly, slightly afraid that you may have gone insane.

You laughed and nodded from where you were tugging on a long sleeve grey Henley shirt, “Black Friday, James. You promised me.”

For a moment, James had to stop and try to remember when he promised to get up at an ungodly hour to go shopping. And then, it hit him. Two days before you left for your parents’ house, you had been on your knees, your hands toying with James’ zipper. You pouted and whined about wanting to go but no one was willing and James was about ready to explode so he agreed.

“You’re a sextortionist,” James mumbled, flinging the covers off of him and getting out of bed.

You turned and looked at James as you pulled on a scarf. “I’m a what?” you asked, blinking slowly. James sighed and went over to his suitcase along the wall and dug through it for something warm to wear. “A sextortionist. You use sex to get what you want out of me,” he mumbled, beginning to tug on a pair of jeans.

You snorted back a laugh and shook your head before walking over and wrapping your arms around James’ neck in order to lean up and kiss him. “You’re not complaining,” you murmured against James’ lips before pulling away and going to grab your jacket off the desk.

“You’re also a tease,” James said, shaking his head and pulling on a shirt.

With a smirk, you turned to face James and shook your head. “It’s only teasing if I don’t intend on following through,” you said, chuckling, “Now… I will follow through so long as you hurry up and come shopping with me.”

[aplaceforrtprompts]

Could i request a smutty matt peake maybe with the influence of lana del reys burning desire

Word Count: 592

Warning: NSFW

It was Saturday night and you had only one place to be tonight. You checked the mirror to make sure your hair fell in perfect waves, you had just the right amount of skin showing, didn’t want to over do it. Your heels clicked as they left your apartment.

‘Tonight was going to be the night,’ you thought as you climbed into the uber you had called.

In no time you were at the bar. You knew there were a few sets of eyes on you but only one mattered. One set a deep brown eyes that had caught your attention the past few Saturday nights.

You couldn’t help but smirk as you saw him looking around. He was trying to be causal about it after he caught your eye but the both of you already knew. What you did notice was his normal group of friends seemed to be missing from his side tonight so you made your way over to the bar and took the spot next to him.

You ordered your drink and didn’t even glance over at your mystery man until it was in your hand.

“I think its time we officially met. Y/N,” you offered extending a hand.

“Matt,” he offered simply and took your hand. “Mind if the next round is on me?”

You quickly lost track of the time and the drinks consumed as the two of you flirted shamelessly with each other. Matt was quiet at first but with enough liquor he quickly warmed up. Soon enough his hands were wandering, slipping past your hem line plenty of times.

“Better watch yourself or you’ll be taking me home tonight,” you teased and scooted closer, purposefully so his hand disappeared under your skirt.

“Oh, I plan on it,” he told you and you had to hold back a gasp, not from what he said but the shy man you had been flirting with across the bar for weeks had suddenly slipped two of his fingers right past your underwear and right into you.

He actually smirked at your reaction and curled his fingers. You gripped the bar and gave him a look that could have only been filled with pure desire.

He slipped his fingers out sucked them both clean.

“Just couldn’t wait,” he admitted before pulling out enough cash to cover the tab and moved off the bar stool. He only paused for a moment to make sure you were following.

The ride back to his place was filled with chaste kisses and a few threats from the driver to drop you off anywhere he felt like if you two couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.

You had barely made it into Matt’s apartment before you were stripping your clothes has he led the way to his bedroom.

You moved to take off your heels and Matt placed a hand on yours, “Please, keep them on. After all you put them on just for my attention and you certainly got it.” His eyes watched you hungrily as you laid back on the bed. Matt crawled on top of you for a few more quick kisses but was soon moving lower and lower until you felt his beard scratching at his thighs.

“Please,” you moaned, tipping your head back and spreading a little wider.

Without hesitation Matt dipped down, his tongue diving between your folds and it felt like heaven on Earth. The boy new just what he was doing and you knew this was just the start to the best night of your life.

[5lbsofsmarties]

Winter Writing Challenge: Day 14

Word Count: 267 “Hug me so I can get warm.” - Anonymous Dan Schneider 

You could say, with almost certainty, that this was in fact the coldest you had ever been in your entire life. You had gone back to Charlotte with Dan to visit family for the holidays and he had convinced you to go to the city’s New Year’s Eve party called First Night. You gripped tighter to Dan’s hand as you followed behind him up a city street, slipping between the throngs of people.

“Dan,” you whined softly.

He stopped at a line leading to a food vendor and looked down at you with raised brows and questioning eyes. You huffed and stepped just a hair closer to Dan’s side. “It’s colder than a witch’s tit in a brass brazier,” you informed him with a near glare.

Dan let out a hearty laugh and shook his head, “You act like you’ve never been in Charlotte in December before.”

“I’ve been living in LA… I’ve grown weak,” you murmured.

You scrunched up your nose and lifted up your shoulders to try and block the wind from assaulting your face anymore than it already was. You lifted your gaze to look up at Dan and allowed your bottom lip to jut out so that you could pout at him.

“Hug me so I can get warm,” you demanded of him.

Dan rolled his eyes fondly and slung an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to his side. You allowed your arms to slip into his open jacket and wrap around his middle, reveling in the warmth of his body. “Mmm, thank you,” you sighed happily.

“You’re welcome, babe.”

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Winter Writing Challenge 2k18: Day 17

Word Count: 260 “Hopefully somewhere is open for dinner.” Dan Schneider

The first thing you noticed when you finally got off the phone with your office was the smell in the air that wasn’t there earlier. Part of you wondered when it had started because you definitely did not notice it until you were finishing up the phone call that interrupted your dinner preparations. You pushed yourself away from your desk and followed your nose out of the office, through the apartment.

As you neared the kitchen you suddenly became aware of what exactly the smell was.

With horror stricken eyes, you rushed into the kitchen and pulled open the door to the oven which caused a dark cloud of smoke to come billowing out. You frantically tried to find an oven mitt to remove the dish inside, and just as you managed to do so the smoke detectors began blaring loudly over head, causing you to swear loudly.

All of the commotion seemed to draw Dan’s attention as he appeared behind you with a dishtowel, wafting at the air by the smoke detector. It didn’t take long for the alarm to stop and the smoke to clear out of a window that Dan had thought to open. When everything was settled Dan walked over and looked at the scorched mess sitting atop the stove.

You sighed, “So much for Christmas eve dinner.”

“Hopefully somewhere is open for dinner,” Dan grinned. He looked down at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, Y/N. Homemade or otherwise, as long as we’re together isn’t a great Christmas eve dinner.”