#Striper reader

[queenimmadolla]

jancy is standing next to each other in all the behind the scenes stuff so clearly they’re endgame, and if you think otherwise, congrats on being wrong.

[pretty-little-mind33]

bodyguard!Sergei Kravinoff x fem!reader

summary: Your innocence turns him on.

warnings: reader is tipsy but sober enough to consent, age gap (20/35), rough, oral sex (m receiving), degradation, innocence kink, abuse of power (dark theme)

KINTOBER MASTERLIST

He was supposed to protect you.

He wasn't supposed to watch you drunkenly swing from a striper pole, your much-too-short shorts riding up for everyone in the goddamn bar, and feel his jeans tighten. 

Your father hadn't hired him for that. 

Sergei glances around, his jaw tightening when he sees the men ogling you in your sexy little outfit. You're making a fool of yourself and you aren't even that drunk. 

You'd only had one dirty Shirley for Christ's sake. 

He walks over to the mini-stage and luckily you aren't too far away from him so he easily lifts you up by your waist, ignoring the way you squirm and the disappointed shouts from your audience, as he throws you over his shoulder and the heavy palm of his hand rests against your ass so you can't slip. 

Sergei saunters outside and he sighs. The fresh air does wonders for his aroused state and he drops you to your feet. His hands are still harsh around your arms so you can't try and run from him. "What were you thinking? Showing yourself off like that in front of God knows how many drunk men?"

You look at him. "W-what? I- I wasn't—" You sound so innocent and Sergei blinks at you, his gaze hard. You genuinely look like you don't understand how dangerous that behavior was and the way those men would respond to you acting so provocatively. 

Fuck, you're so goddamn innocent and it drives him insane. 

He reaches out and grabs your chin, steadying you. "Don't act so fuckin' innocent, baby," he growls, "don't fuckin' act like it doesn't make your pussy wet just to show everyone that tight little ass." He shouldn't say things like this, not when your father pays him millions to keep you safe. 

And certainly not when he knows you genuinely don't do it on purpose. 

But, Sergei's had enough. He grabs your wrists, watching your eyes widen as he pulls you to the car and practically throws you inside. You stumble as he follows suit and slams the door shut, telling your driver to drive home as he buckles you in. You have tears in your eyes now but he isn't having any of it. 

He's pissed off and he wants to teach you a lesson.

"Stop fuckin' crying," he snarls, "you're doing this to yourself." 

"I didn't," you whisper, wiping your tears and you stare at him, looking frustrated. "I was just dancing—"

Sergei snaps his head around to you, his eyes gleaming dark. "You were just dancing, huh?" He leans over, roughly shutting the small window that separates you and him to the driver, and then brings your hand to rest on the tight bulge in his jeans. You make a small sound but keep your hand there, holding his gaze. 

"Feel what your 'just dancing' has done to me, sweet cheeks," he growls. He can see the look in your eyes. A smirk curls his lips. 

Maybe you aren't as innocent as you seem. 

You wet your lips, eyes determined as you unbuckle yourself and climb closer to him. You're still touching his cock and when you look at him with your shinny doe-eyes, he can tell you want something. While his mind screams no, Sergei's smirk widens and he fumbles with his jeans instantly. 

You look so eager when you see his cock but he's slightly afraid you're too drunk. His body shivers with restraint. "Y/n, wait, we shouldn't," he warns but you don't listen to him as you lean over and take his cock in your mouth.

You're inexperienced so it's hesitant and awkward as you lick his reddened tip but Sergei groans. He quickly suppresses the sound with one of his hands so the driver doesn't hear. 

His hand tightens in your hair and he curses. Your father would have his head for this. 

"Good girl," he praises, watching as you adjust to his dick. You're so obedient and he relishes in it. God, he wants to keep you all to himself as he fucks into your mouth, his release approaching as he grunts softly. His thumb strokes your hair.  

When he eventually spills his cum into your mouth, you whimper and pull away. You cough, spitting up some of the sticky substance as if hangs from your chin.

You look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. Sergei tucks himself into his pants and chuckles. 

"Lick it up, every last drop, sweet cheeks," he orders you and again you obey. He sees the way your thighs clench and he smirks. You've gotten yourself aroused.

Sergei reaches over and squeezes your knee. "We're almost home, darling, and once we are I promise I'll take care of that…ache…" he says with a smirk and trails his finger up your inner thigh, over your shorts, and then removes his hand. 

When you whimper, he almost comes in his pants again. 

God, all he wants to do is break you in. Fuck.

[seaslugfanclub]

These Aren’t the Candy Stripers, but They’ll Do

Hades, Jafar, Captain Hook x Sick!Reader

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“Uuuuughhhh”

“Wh- ew, the hell’s wrong with you?”

Hades stared down in mild disgust at (Y/N)’s collapsed body, Hook who was knelt besides them petting their hair, looked up at the god,

“The poor dog’s sick, that’s what. Pallor as a corpse and twice as clammy.”

“Oh. Yeeesh kid, why even bother showin’ up today?”

“Well I asked them the same thing, and all I got in response was them mumbling something about ‘attaining bread’… their fever must’ve made the poppet delusional.” Hook lifted (Y/N) up from beneath their shoulders, their body now limply resting against his own.

Hades rubbed the back of his neck, a slight pang of worry sparking in his chest as (Y/N) hacked into their arm. He remembered how mortals used to keel over from these types of things….

“Searching for sourdough aside, they can’t be here.”

“You don’t say?” Hook cooed sarcastically, “well what do you suggest we do?”

The flames atop Hades head flickered, the god hemming and hawing, before snapping his fingers.

“Why, we take ‘em home of course!”

Hook stared, his thin mustache twitching as he tried to conceal the sneer threatening to overtake his face. (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably at Hooks tightening grasp.

“Blow me down, that’s just a marvelous idea! We’ll just tell the management that we’ll be leaving company grounds, driving a car that neither of us know how to use to (Y/N)’s home that we don’t know the location of! Brilliant old sport!!”

Hades looked down at the foppish pirate, nonplussed, before spreading his arms out

“James- pal—“

“You don’t get to call me James.”

“…James, pal— I think you forget the company that you’re in. We just happen to be amongst some of the slimiest, conniving, intelligent schmucks ever dreamed up. Here- pick ‘em up and walk with me.”

Against Hooks better judgement, he obliged to the god. Lifting the delirious attendant in his arm and following Hades down the hall.

“Me and a few others ‘ave been speaking about this for a while, y’know— letting bygone be bygones and getting our Σκατά together.”

“And why haven’t been included in these… ‘discussions’?” Hook asked, feeling slightly offended at being un-included

Hades waved his hands, “Ah, not important! This isn’t about you, it’s about our sweet (Y/N) getting proper home rest.”

Looking away from Hades after his dismissal of Hooks question, he realized where the god had been leading the trio, the door to Jafars room slightly open.

Hades, not even considering knocking, swung open the door to reveal Jafar, who was sat at his work desk and buffing his turban.

“WHA— Do you ever knock!?!?”

“What are you, a teenage girl? C’mon. (Y/N)’s sick and we’re taking ‘em home, time to do what we talked about.”

Jafar looked past Hades broad figure at Hook, then down at (Y/N) in his arms. Even in their feverish state, they managed to raise their arm in greeting. The irritated look across his face softened a bit.

“Ah, well then. Give me a moment”

Jafar stood from his seat, grabbing his turban off its stand and placing it back on his head. He then reached down to pick up his staff that rested beside him.

“Who is it we need to persuade?”

“Persuade? Just what in Neptunes name are two blithering about!?” Hook finally interrupted, his patience already strung thin.

“Patience Captain, it will all be explained in a moment~ Now Hades, please lead the way.” Jafar walked toward the trio, joining them in the hallway. He leaned over (Y/N), eyes furrowed as he watched sweat roll down their forehead.

“Oh, they really don’t look good.”

“Exactly, that’s why we need to have a talk with their shift supervisor about taking them home.” Hades began down the hall, not waiting for the others to catch up.

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“Are you two positive this will work?”

“I didn’t become the royal vizier through sheer luck. It’s best you have some faith in me.”

The group stood outside the (Y/N)’s shift supervisors office. Hades rested against the wall with (Y/N) in his arms, Hook needing a break after carrying them for at least an hour.

“They’ve been here long enough, let’s get them the rest they deserve.” Jafar said, rapping his knuckles against the door, “Watch a professional at work.”

The office door opened, the supervisor failing to hide his shock at the sight of the villains.

“Oh! Uh—Jafar? What’s up?”

Jafar gestured towards (Y/N) with his staff, the motion hiding the ruby eyes of the cobra beginning to glow.

“Your hardworking employee, (Y/N), has fallen ill. You will let them off early and give them a fully paid sick leave.”

The supervisors eyes glazed over, the red glow from the staff reflecting off his irises.

“Sick?….of course…they deserve rest..”

Hook stared in shock, having never seen Jafars powers up close before. Hades didn’t care to look, a satisfied smirk growing on his face as he used his heat to keep (Y/N) from shivering.

Jafar grinned, stifling a chuckle as he held his staff closer towards the shift supervisor’s face,

“We will also be taking our darling attendant home, so clear our schedules as well.”

The man muttered something incoherent, turning stiffly towards his work computer, most likely to log (Y/N) sick leave.

Jafar closed the door, turning around to the mildly horrified Hook and a very pleased Hades.

“Look at you, stretch face! Seems like you still got it!” Hades praised, adjusting his hold of (Y/N) to give the sorcerer a flaming thumbs up.

“Yes, now that the… ‘official’ side of this has been dealt with, let’s get the dear home. Are their keys in their locker?”

“Ooh~ way ahead of ya!” With a flick of his wrist, plumes of smoke accumulated in his palm, before disappearing to reveal (Y/N)’s bag.

“Here, catch.” Hades threw the bag at Hook, who fumbled to grab it with his hand, still very much in shock.

“Wha— how- You can use your magic!?” Hook manage to get out, following behind Hades and Jafar towards the exit of the studio. “I thought they left your magic behind when they brought us all here!?”

“Yeah, so did we. That was actually true for a while, but a few weeks back Maleficent sprouted a thorn bush through the floor during one of her fits.”

A slightly yellowed exit sign hung over the back doors of the studio, the employees parking lot visible through the glass of the doors. With a push, Jafar opened the exit doors, letting Hades crouch through the doorframe, Hook following suit, the pirate quickly thanking Jafar.

“So— of course she told us all, and after a few tests ourselves, some of our magic was returning.”

“But not in full, that little trick of mine back there used up all my energy. But it was more magic compared to a few weeks ago,”

Jafar turned to look at Hook, a near manic smile on his face,

“We’re getting our power back.”

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They made their way down the rows of cars, each of them still unfamiliar with modern day technology.

“So, which one of these machines belongs to (Y/N)?” Jafar asked, playing with the feather atop his turban

“If I had to guess, it’d be that beast there.” The Captain gestured with his hook towards a specific car. The car displayed a strange custom license plate, with stickers of (Y/N)s favorite media covering the sides of the trunk window, one specific sticker proudly reading ‘I❤️dilfs’.

“Yep, that’s the one.”

Hook opened (Y/N)’s bag, rummaging around before pulling out a lanyard at least 2 pounds heavy with the amount of keychains on it.

“Oh, for the love of—”

Combing through the keychains finally reveals a set of car keys.

Hades took the keys from Hook and pressed the button to unlock the doors.

“Alright get in. Here—Jafar, you sit with (Y/N) in the back. James, you get passenger seat.”

After some glorified hot potato with (Y/N)s body, everyone got into their seats. Their attendants head resting on Jafars lap as Hades and Hook fiddled with the dashboard. Hades put the keys into the ignition like he’d seen on Tv, but anything after that stumped him.

“This isn’t like any boat I’ve ever steered..”

“No kidding, this isn’t exactly a chariot ride either. But that’s where I put my title of god to good use.”

A look of concentration passed over Hades face, his brows furrowed as he gripped the steering wheel. After a minute, tiny blue flames traveled down Hades arms and across the steering wheel and dashboard. In a flash of heat, the car started, engine rumbling and lights on.

“YES! Hades rules!!” The god cheered, pumping his fists and singeing the roof of the car.

Hook flinched at the sudden movement, gripping the leather seat and slightly tearing it with his hook.

Hades turned towards the men, moving his eyebrows,

“Check this out~”

The car began to slowly reverse, Hades hands nowhere near the wheel. The car steered itself out of the parking spot and began to drive out of the employee lot.

“Incredible…” Hook whispered to himself, even Jafar was silently impressed.

Somehow, (Y/N) broke through unconsciousness, looking around blearily,

“I didn’t buy a plan ticket…?”

“Don’t worry (Y/N), this puppy already knows where to go. Just hold tight and rest up.”

“Ah.. just wake me up when we land..” they mumbled as their fever overtook them.

“I forget (Y/N) has a life outside of us,” Jafar mused, “I wonder what little hovel they call home..”

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When Jafar called (Y/N)s home a Hovel, he had only been partly joking, he didn’t expect his darling to live somewhere like…this.

The car had managed to drive the forty five minute long journey to (Y/N)s house without incident, save for the confused looks from drivers in passing cars. But as closer the car grew to (Y/N)s home, so did the men’s concern.

“Blimey, I’ve seen pirate coves in better condition..” Hook grimaced.

“Yeah no kiddin’… I thought for a second that this car took a wrong turn into the underworld.” Hades chuffed, squinting out the window at a raccoon making off with what seemed like full pack of beer.

The car slowly pulled into a parking lot of a dingy apartment complex, stopping neatly between some other cars and turning off.

“Well— let’s get ‘em home.” Hades ordered, everyone getting out of the car and walking towards the complex. It seemed like no one was outside their apartments, but the villains didn’t want to take any chances, quickly hurrying to a partially covered area.

Hades looked down at (Y/N)s body, which was now being carried by Jafar, and began to slightly nudge their shoulder.

“Babe— Kid, wake up.”

(Y/N) coughed, blinking away sleep to look up at the god.

“We’re here. What’s your apartment number?”

It took a few minutes for the question to be processed before (Y/N) finally responded, the number just barely being whispered out before falling back asleep.

“I don’t like how unresponsive they’ve been, we need to get them to bed.” Hook murmured, taking the lead.

Hook read each individual address before stopping at the correct number. Hades fished the keys out of his chiton, and unlocked the faux wooden door, revealing (Y/N)s home.

The men gaped at the interior. The inside of (Y/N)s apartment was a polar opposite to the filth and chintzy neighborhood. Sure—the apartment was a glorified broom closet, but (Y/N) had managed to work with the space, decorating the interior as tastefully as their budget allowed.

The walls were covered in art prints and photographs of (Y/N)s family, and every surface was covered in trinkets. Even the air smelt like them, a mix of natural musk and their favorite detergent.

For a moment, the villains felt like they were intruding on some sacred space, never having been surrounded by so much… (Y/N), before.

Jafar pushed past the others, walking towards (Y/N)s unmade bed. The rested the attendant down on the mattress, taking their shoes off and pulling the covered over their body.

“Well at least they’re in a proper bed,” Jafar mused “I’ll check the washroom for anything to break their fever.”

Hook looked down at (Y/N), whose pained expression had now softened at being in bed. He strained his mind to remember what his mother had done when he was sick, everything before Neverland was a blur, but through hazy scenes and faces he remembered a blurry bowl of soup being presented to him.

“They’ll need something to take the medicine with. I’ll look through the dears kitchen for something to cook up.” The pirate spoke up, looking up at Hades for confirmation before walking into the small kitchen across from (Y/N)s bed.

That left Hades alone, standing at the foot of (Y/N)s bed. For a moment he just watched the rising and falling of their chest, the sight of a living body being almost uncomfortably unfamiliar.

A shine caught Hades eye, his attention turning towards the picture frame on (Y/N)s bedside table. Other than an empty glass and some medication bottles, the photograph was the only thing noteworthy near his park attendants bed.

Hades leaned down, taking the photograph into his hands for a closer look, only to nearly drop it when he realized what this photo was.

It was the picture that (Y/N) had taken of all the Villains in the studio, after the 100th year anniversary celebration. Each Villains expression a range of confusion and joy. Thinking back to that day, Hades was sure that was the first time any of the Villains were actually happy since they were brought to ‘life’.

And here it was, neatly displayed in an expensive looking frame.

“Geez kid… we-” Hades paused, for the first time in his miserable existence, he was at a loss for words.

“We really mean something to you, don’t we?..”

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The feeling of something cool against their head was what woke (Y/N) up. They cursed at their consciousness, being met with a headache.

For a moment they just stayed still, trying to remember why they were asleep in the first place.

They knew that they woke up with a fever, and tried to push through it, but everything after that was a blur. All they remember was the sensation of being carried, and….being on a plane?

(Y/N) opened their eyes, rubbing the crust away before reaching towards the wet sensation on their forehead. Pulling away the object, they saw it was an old washcloth.

“What…”

Groggy and a little anxious at not being able to recall most of their day, (Y/N) sat up, now realizing they were in bed…back in their apartment.. still dressed in their work clothes..

“Poppet!”

(Y/N)s eyes darted towards their kitchen, mouth falling open in shock at the sight of Hook in their apron, holding a ladle. The man had a rare smile, furthering (Y/N)s confusion.

“James? Wh—am I still dreaming?”

Hook gave them an odd look, before shaking his head and disappearing into the kitchen.

“Oh no, dear. This is actually the first time you’ve woken since we brought you home.” Hook spoke before calling out, “They’re awake, men!”

Shuffling was heard beyond (Y/N)s bed, Hades and Jafar rushing towards their attendant.

“Kid!! How’r ya feeling?”

“You had us worried half to death, I had half the mind to begin blood letting to release the bad humors myself.”

(Y/N) just stared at the men, processing everything that is happening before croaking out,

“I’m pulling through…but what the hell??”

“You collapsed at work (Y/N).” Hades spoke, using (Y/N)s real name to relay his seriousness. “Hook found ya in the hallway with one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. We took it upon ourselves to bring you home!”

“…Okay…” (Y/N) nodded, “how?”

“We drove you home, of course!” Jafar grinned. “We’ll tell you all the details later, long conversations aren’t fitting for a fever.”

“Aye, that’s why we’re here, who best to take care of you than the greatest minds ever drawn?” Hook finally walked into the bedroom, holding a steaming bowl. He cut through the others, placing the bowl into (Y/N)’s hands.

“Here, love. You need something in your stomach to for the medicine to take effect.”

(Y/N) managed to break their eyes away from the men, taking the bowl and bringing it to their lips, lightly blowing before taking a long sip.

The soup was… edible. (Y/N) could tell Hook had used measly ingredients left over in the kitchen. The soup being a strange amalgamation of tinned fish and wilted herbs, but still, it sat warm in (Y/N)s stomach.

“Thank you for the soup, James” (Y/N) spoke, their voice now clearer from the warm broth, “I’m already feeling better.”

Hook preened, ignoring the withering looks from Hades and Jafar.

“No, seriously. Thank you, guys. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up, I know I’m not that popular amongst the rest of the staff, so if it wasn’t for you I think I would’ve driven my self home. That, or crawl my way to your lounge like a leper.” (Y/N) looked down at the bowl, a little embarrassed at their genuineness.

“If I didn’t have snot running down my nose right now, I’d give you all kisses to show my thanks!” They grinned, trying to break the tension.

The men all had varying degrees of reaction, each of them shifting between flustered and disgust.

“Save the sap for later, kid. We’ll figure out how you can repay us tomorrow, as well as give you all the exhilarating details on how we got you here.” Hades ruffled (Y/N)s hair, ignoring their groans in protest.

“That’s right darling, just worry about breaking that fever. We’ll be here until you’re well again~” Jafar mused, giving a wave of his hand and turning towards (Y/N)s couch, planning on making the most of their extensive movie collection.

“Aye, especially since our schedules have been cleared! We might even have us a day for you to show us around! I’ve always wanted to see the beaches here…” Hook readjusted the covers on (Y/N)s body.

Hades and Hook left (Y/N)s side, going to join Jafar on the couch, leaving their attendant tucked into bed.

…

“Wait—what do you mean our schedules are cleared? WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO—!?”

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Yay!! This has been in the works for a while! I’ve been wanting to iron out the timeline of the Villains, and if they still had their powers after being brought to reality. I headcannon that Disney took away there powers, but after a while the Villains got them back.

I had Covid a month ago (The day I had to help my sister move), and when I was sick in bed all I wanted was to be doted on, so this is super self indulgent

[bloodstainedsapphic]

Mattheo's Nurse

my own take on a favorite trope - healing mattheo after one of his many, many fights. for @thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge, the prompt i went off of was 'why do you do this for me? are you sure you're not in love with me?'

1.2k words | suggestive content | minors dni | f!reader implied

Becoming Mattheo Riddle's personal nurse was not part of your grand plan. However, an incidental run-in where you tended to him after a courtyard scuffle led him to recognize you as possibly the only person who would help him with concern devoid of judgment. That's how you fell into a routine of him 'just happening' to appear wherever you were settled, weaponizing his puppy eyes until you eventually agreed to patch up his wounds in order to minimize his visits to the hospital wing.

Mattheo had come to your dorm room tonight, causing you to let out a dramatic sigh, wordlessly directing him to sit on your desk chair while you fetched your ever-expanding collection of first-aid supplies.

As you inspected his marred knuckles with a light touch, he winced from the pain at the pressure points. There was some swelling, discoloration, and a hefty set of cuts all over his one fist. The drying blood along his joints seemed not to be his own.

"Oh, stop that," you chided him over his complaints. "Shouldn't you be used to the ache at this point? Damn masochist, aren't you," you continued, poking fun at Mattheo while casting 'glacius' on the water packs you had gathered just for this reason.

In response to your ribbing, Mattheo playfully bit his inner cheek, his expression shifting from pained to something more suggestive.

"You'd like that, I'm sure," he quipped. His eyes narrowed, trying to persuade yours to meet his as you applied the ice pack to his scratched hand. "You make quite the nurse," he continued, his voice dripping with flirtation. "And quite the sight, too. Seeing your pretty face distracts me from any wounds to my dignity. You think candy stripers are still a thing? Might be easier to tend to me in a shorter skirt," he added while his less injured hand found a comfortable resting spot where your waist met your hip.

"A better patient would stop causing such a distraction," you countered swiftly, deliberately avoiding that very gaze because you knew how quickly you would fold for the magnetism of his deep brown eyes. Yet, your actions defied your attitude as you allowed his hand to remain where it rested, his fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your clothing, which sent a shiver up your spine.

Mattheo smirked, indicating just how much he wanted to acknowledge what you both felt.

"Let me guess. You don't just carry around medical supplies because you want to play doctor," he mused. "I think you're helping me weekly because you're in love with me," he wiggled his brows, confident in his suggestion.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, silently conceding to the truth in his words but unwilling to admit it. Instead, you quickly regain your composure, lightly patting his cheek before adopting a more serious expression. "Hush, you're being disorderly. I can't fix you up with all this chatter," you scolded playfully, feigning annoyance.

Mattheo hissed, his eyes scrunching shut, reigniting your helper mode out of fear you had touched another sore spot. The guilt was short-lived, however, when the prick turned his head in both directions to show a bruise forming along the other side of his cheek, not the one you had touched. He just wanted to tease you, prompting you to retaliate with an additional pat out of spite on the uninjured cheek.

"Stop this. Remember, your life is in my hands; don't forget," you quipped snippily.

"Regardless of your consistent threats to my life, every time I come to you for help, I’m choosing to put my trust in you because you have feelings for me. And that's also why you're avoiding looking at me," he countered with a smug attitude, correctly assuming that this would finally get you to lock eyes with him. Which you did; looking right into his eager gaze paired with long lashes of everyone's envy. Even the few curls splayed over his forehead added to the appeal that despite him just coming from another bloody fight, you had to utilize every ounce of willpower to avoid melting at his ability to switch from intimidating to irresistible in an instant.

"Also, as my nurse, I’m surprised you don't know the cure-all to any injury," Mattheo begins again, and you suspect more nonsense is about to spill out.

You couldn't help but scoff. "What would that be?"

"A kiss."

You were utterly undone. "Bloody hell," you muttered, blushing profusely before deciding to indulge him this one time. You wouldn't quite treat him to some lip action, however. So instead of giving in entirely, you placed a small, modest peck on the tip of his nose.

The giddy expression that overcame him was worth it to see, but Mattheo, being himself, couldn't resist being a little greedy and pushing his luck further.

"Oh, on the nose? That only gets me halfway there," he complained with mock concern.

You could only smirk. Mattheo seemed to know better despite all attempts to convince him otherwise, which wasn't surprising given how perceptive he was. That, coupled with your consistent fumbling and his astute observation of your unwavering willingness to help him every time. Still, you weren't ready. While Mattheo's charm did get him quite far in leaving a lasting impression on you, you also knew that relinquishing yourself to the growing feelings would entangle you with the rest of his troubles, just as he would with yours. For now you'd prefer to let it simmer rather than dive right in. However, it didn't hurt to fantasize about how it would go.

For example, giving into the desire that your entire body ached for, to crawl into his lap and crash your lips against his. You longed to taste the metallic tang lingering from his blood-stained bottom lip that stirred with the scent of his cigarette addiction. You wanted to experience the absolute bliss that the softness of those pillowy lips would guarantee, all the while feigning surprise that this hardened bad boy could have any soft spots at all.

You craved to feel the hands responsible for splitting countless jaws roam your body with an unprecedented level of adoration, letting him fondle every last curve to ensure he learned all of it. You wanted him to discover all of your weak spots and master the art of caressing them in such a way as to elicit endless waves of pleasure every time. You yearned for him to possessively grope your ass, keeping yourself pressed to him as closely as possible while his other hand held the back of your head to draw out your kisses. His touches would solidify you as his, not just as his 'nurse' but in every sense that someone could belong to another.

Snapping yourself from drifting thoughts, you managed to deflect under the guise of needing to retrieve more supplies for an additional small cut you had overlooked. You came back, and despite your hesitancy, you wanted to leave Mattheo with a glimmer of hope.

"Tell you what," you started. "Let your hands heal so they can be of full use, and I'll grant you the other half of that kiss."

"Atta girl. That I can do," he grinned triumphantly.

"Yes, yes, now hold still so I can properly heal you."

[via-l0ve]

Hey pookie, how are you! I was wondering if you could do a romantic spn pref for sam, dean, castiel, crowley, and gabe? The plot would be that they're on a hunt with the reader and they have to infiltrait a strip club. The reader is female so she poses as a striper (she wears a white angle outfit). At one she pulls she pulls one of the guys into a private room to talk about the plan, but they see a camera in the room so the reader gives the guy a lap dance while explaining the plan as to not get caught. There is alot of sexual tension, and the guys have a crush on the reader. At this point they're only friends though. Thanks girl!

Private. (SPN Pref!) ❤️

a/n: i devoured this prompt. i am in heat. i hope you like this pookie!!!

warnings: SUGGESTIVE!!! read at your own risk, strip club, stripper!reader, lap dances, grinding, no actual smut but nsfw xx

Dean:

dean didn’t imagine this being his wednesday night.

his eyes watched you on the stage, walking around and pretending to be busy. the dainty Angel costume you were wearing hugged you in all the right places - just enough for him to imagine more.

in his distraction, he dosent realize you’re trying to get his attention.

he was suddenly pulled into one of the back, private rooms. he looked over and met your pretty eyes. he smiled.

“dean, i got info.” you smiled, closing and locking the door behind you both.

he was going to respond but his eyes caught something else. a camera. it seemed like you noticed too because you sighed.

dena watched you pull the chair to where the camera faced.

“sit.” you said in a seductive voice.

it’s just for the bit.’ dean reminded himself. he shakily sat down.

you walked toward him, back facing the camera. his eyes widened and face blushed as you started to give him a lap dance.

he was stiff as a board, too nervous to move.

“at least pretend you like it. we have to sell it so we don’t get caught.” you whisper in his ear, pressing kisses to his jawline.

shivers went down his spine and he nodded, grabbing onto your hips.

he stared into your eyes as you spoke, only being able to focus on the feeling of your hips on his, moving and grinding against him. his jaw clenched and he bit his lip, rubbing your hips with his thumbs.

you spoke about the case but he could barley hear you.

eventually you stopped, smiling at him.

“pay up, lover.” you grinned playfully.

he tried to hide his boner, giving you a forced smile as you walked away. his breath heavy and cheeks beet red.

—

Sam:

sam was nose deep in one of his papers of his research he scraped together. his cheeks were red, trying not to look up at you.

not because he didn’t want to - no. he wanted to. more than anything. but if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to look away.

despite his efforts, when he felt a hand on his shoulder he had to look up. it was you.

the white angel outfit you were wearing caught his attention. it was tight and revealing, something he wasn’t used to seeing you in.

“come with me.” you lean down and whisper to him. he just nodded, following you.

he then found himself sitting on a chair in one of the back rooms.

“there’s cameras. i have to play my part sammy.” you said to him, and he nodded

“anything you want.”

he blushed again as you started to give him a lap dance. his eyes widened.

you spoke softly about the case, but he could only focus on your body and how it moved atop of his own.

he pretended he was listening, but he was struggling. only feeling the fogginess of his mind and the weight of your body on his lap.

it was over much too soon for his liking

you got off of him and smiled.

“maybe we do this more often.” you said with a smirk.

—

Castiel:

poor boy

remember when he first went to the strip club

that’s him but x10 when he sees you

he’d never seen you in such clothing. not that he was complaining at all. if anything, he was ecstatic about it.

when you met his eyes from across the room, he got up and walked toward you immediately. you didn’t even have to ask (😍)

he followed you into the back rooms.

“cas. i gotta give you a lap dance.”

“what?”

“i’ve gotta play my part. is this okay?”

“…yes?”

castiel didn’t know what a lap dance was.

so when you started to actually do it

wowowowowow

he was gobsmacked.

his hands rested on your waist and he let you do whatever you had to do.

he bit back moans as he was so sensitive

but he listened intently to what you had to say about the case. his hips moved slightly with your body and his face was bright red.

he focused on your words but his eyes drank in how you moved against him and how his hands squeezed your hips

he could feel his dick throbbing against his jeans but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it

you got off of him eventually and he stayed sitting.

“c’mon. we gotta go.” you grinned and walked out before him. he was left with shaking hands and a red face.

—

Crowley:

he watched all of the people at the club with wandering eyes, stopping when he saw you

your outfit fit you perfectly and hugged you in all the right places

crowleys eyes wandered down your body as you came closer to him.

“come.” you said softly, leading him to the private rooms. he smirked.

“now, i didn’t know you wanted this, y/n.”

you just smirk and sit him down in the chair.

you start the lap dance, bringing your mouth close to his ear and whispering the plan to him, grinding your hips against his.

his hands ran over your body and hips, feeling the curves of your body and the softness of your skin

he was grinning, listening to the plan while also enjoying the thrusts and movements of your body

he wanted you to continue for hours. days. forever

but when you got off of him, he had to refrain from pulling you back onto his lap.

—

Gabe:

his eyes were on you from the start

he watched you with a passion, drinking in your appearance and how your white costume looked on your body.

the body he’d dreamed about seeing for months

that’s why he follows you into the back room without question

that’s also why he has to bite back moans when you start grinding against his lap, dancing

he watches with wide eyes, trying to listen to your words but drowning them out as he squirmed against your body weight

he gripped your hips and waist just a little bit too hard

he nodded along to the plan he wasn’t following, just watching your hips and body against his own

he let a groan slip from his lips at one point

his hips moving in rut him with your own

literally driving him insane.

but he’s not complaining

[ceranchi]

Fem stripper dazai [part 1]

Fem dazai

Warning:nsfw,club,se/x, stripper,y/n,fem dazai, dazai x reader, dazai x fem reader ،dazai headcanons

[like and comment if you like it for part 2]

_ fem stripper dazai, who is an alcoholic, believes that it makes her feel less and distracted.

_fem Stripper Dazai who always had several scars, bloody lips, bruise marks and slap marks on her body

_fem Stripper Dazai, whom no one had touched for love, in bed, the kisses were always dirty, quick and for their own desires.

_fem stripper Dazai who had not been satisfied well in sex

_fem Striper Dazai who lived in a small and messy apartment

_fem Stripper Dazai , who actually worked mostly in the back rooms and slept with men and women for more money .

_fem Stripper Dazai, whose hands and part of her neck were tied with bandages

_fem Stripper Dazai, who happened to meet you in the middle of the night next to the club door when she was not feeling well and wanted to go home.

_fem Stripper Dazai who finds out you are a college student and looks for your friend to borrow his essay for tomorrow's class.

_fem Dazai stripper who goes to check inside at your request but stays next to you when she doesn't find your friend.

_fem stripper Dazai who sits with you on the bar stool and drives the other strippers and men in the club away from u

_fem Dazai stripper who sees how you don't belong in such a place and turns your eyes away when you see naked dances.

_fem stripper Dazai who talks to you and stays by your side. When you insist that she can be comfortable and leaves, she smiles and says that she can't leave a little girl alone in a place like this, she is so used to such places.and everyone knows her here

_fem Stripper Dazai, that when u mumble wrongly +what does my stupid friend do in a place like this with these people ?why he wont pick up his phone ?and when you realize what you said, you apologize and look at him with big eyes, she smiles. And she says that it is not a problem, that she has heard worse things

_fem Dazai stripper who tries to silence the sadness in her voice when you ask her about her job.she raises her shoulder and says indifferently, "I don't care which woman or man I accept in my bed. What matters is their money."

_fem stripper dazai that thinks u are so cute and small

_fem stripper dazai who is older than u a few years

_fem stripper dazai who when she smiles make your heart beats so fast and god ! U dont even think that you have seen such beautiful brown eyes and a smile

_fem stripper dazai which does not look different or special from other club girls. Dark hair and dark eyes, but something about her makes her very attractive and special.

_fem stripper dazai who take her hoodie from her personal closet in the club and gives it to you when u shiver from coldness

_fem stripper dazai who doesn't believe in love but she may feel her heart drops in her hand every time u laugh or when she saw u in her hoddie

_fem stripper dazai, who drives u home when your friend wont show up and u promise to give her hoddie back

_fem stripper dazai who jerked off that night in her bed with thought of u

Part 2 👇

[gremlingottoosilly]

More König with striper reader?

Like reader finding out the club is now owned by König despite it being a bit run down?

Konig didn't care about this club. Wasn't built for elite audience, more for your general Joes and Hanses - more for people with little money, but big passions for mediocre girls dancing in front of them. Place was a good drug front and was so regular, that no police officer would ever think of going there - it was nice for the business, all things considered. Konig just pushed everything to his managers, never bothering to actually visit the place after buying it. He just heard something. His guy trying to fuck him over - trying to become the new sheriff in town. Dumb fuck, that's who he was - but Konig can't kill his men based on foolish assumptions. He had to check, had to play a good daddy for his business. Maybe prob for something else, check how the girls were treated - he isn't a monster, after all. Just a little bit disinterested in anything that isn't his primary weapon trade. This is how he met you. And was already sad that he didn't get to see you sooner. You were a vision. Pretty girl with a pretty face and nice moves - nothing exceptional, but you did have a few admirers. Konig could respect it, pushing you on his lap and making you dance. Whispering something about being the owner - you recognised immediately, your legs trembling just a little bit as you align your hips with his clothed cock. You were probably wondering just how far he would go - probably wondering how busted you were. Konig could only smile, pressing a little kiss to your jaw. Through the mask, it probably felt weird - he didn't care. He thinks of how much time he wasted by never going to this club before. You could be his wife for triple the time already - you could have been his pretty spoiled pet instead of rotting in some backyard club, entertaining morons. He could make you a star - but only for him. Always just for him. Konig kisses your shoulders, pulls at the straps of your bra - like an overgrown kid, he forces you to be as soft with him as possible. Breaking the rules of his own club - but he can, of course. being the owner of you and your ass. you just didn't recognise it yet.

[loveu2themoonandsaturn]

Nurse Harrington to the Rescue

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

a/n: warning, highly self-indulgent and hastily written sick fic ahead because I’ve been unwell and wish I was being cared for by this motherfucker and not myself, lmfao. also, no clue why, but the scoops ahoy hat was super giving nurse/candy striper realness to me so that’s the gif you all get to go with this. I’m posting this and then I’m going to bed. reblogs, likes, comments etc. are always encouraged and appreciated, my beloveds.

while this work is benign, this blog is 18+ so MINORS DNI

tags: sick reader (very, very vague, could literally be any short-term illness), no pronouns used toward reader, steve harrington is a blushy little simp and a huge sap, no use of y/n (because we watched two seasons of fleabag and never learned the main character’s name so at this point i’m learning from the school of phoebe waller-bridge), reader cracks a joke at the expense of straight men, not beta’d because author wrote this while feeling like a pile of shit 🩵

w/c: 1.1k

The sound of your groan echoes down through the hall of your shared apartment as Steve rushes to make it back from the kitchen to your side, a cup of tea, a glass of water and some pain medicine in tow.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m sorry, shhh,” he says lowly as he crossed the threshold of your bedroom door.

“Don’t need to apologize. Just sucks,” you say from your spot on the bed. The very same spot you’d been occupying for the past several days now.

You’d fallen ill over the weekend, the sickness bringing with it aches and pains and all sorts of other fun symptoms. God knows you’ve been better.

You chuckle to yourself now, though, always one to make light of a shit situation. “You know, I think I may finally be experiencing nearly half the agony the average straight man does when he catches a cold,” you snort, looking at your very kind and patient boyfriend who has dedicated himself to playing your doctor, nurse, personal chef, maid… the list has only grown as the days have passed.

Steve spares you a smile, briefly, but is clearly very preoccupied, worry only growing when you let out another pained noise. That smile quickly becomes a grimace at that. He frowns, looking down at the person who always takes up all of his waking thoughts when things are good… seeing you like this? He’s struggled to have a thought that isn’t about you for at least the last 48 hours.

“Here, sweetie, take these,” Steve says as he starts putting some of the many things he had been juggling down on the bedside table. He produces the bottle of pain killers from his pocket and presses it into your palm. He pushes the glass of water closer to you, almost as if he thinks you might strain yourself reaching another two inches over for it. You’re thankful for the thought he gives you even in spite of its potential inaccuracy. You weakly smile up at him. “Thanks Steve. You’re too good to me,” you say, tossing pills onto your tongue before taking a sip of water.

Steve, who has become startlingly easy to fluster since high school ended, just blushes, scratching the back of his head before running a hand through the ever-perfect poof of hair that lives on top of his head. “Of course… s’the least I can do when you’re not feeling well, love,” he says, a pitying smile resting on his lips as he looks back at you.

You make a noise of disagreement around your mouthful of pills and water, swallowing. “You didn’t have to stay home from work today, I would have been alright on my own. Some of these daytime soaps aren’t even half bad,” you joke. “I could have managed. I appreciate all the work you’re putting in to helping me get better,” you say as you reach for his hand, fighting the urge to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.

Steve just shakes his head though, adoring eyes taking stock of you. He lets go of your hand to press both of his into the sides of your face, leaning down to look into your eyes. “I’d much rather be here and judge the sick-day soap opera quality in person,” he chuckles out with a smile that crinkles his eyes just so. “But seriously, there’s nowhere else I would be right now. Wouldn’t have been able to focus at work anyways knowing you were feeling all crummy,” he says, squeezing your face gently to tell you he’s being serious.

If you didn’t “feel all crummy,” as your beloved boyfriend so eloquently put it, you really would have swooned at that. How sweet could one man be?

As you are, you hum, sighing gently so as to not rouse any of your present pains. “You’re cute, you know that?” you tell Steve.

There’s that blush again.

“Anyway,” he starts, “I’m gonna run out to the deli and get you soup. I’ll be back before you know it.” He starts toward the door, only pausing when you protest.

“Wait… please stay? Just for a bit? The deli doesn’t close until eight tonight, I’d much rather have you here with me for a little bit,” you say, pouting. If Steve didn’t know how unwell you were, he might have thought it was on purpose.

“I dunno, baby… You haven’t eaten much today, I’d really like to get some food in you,” he says, biting his lip as he considers. God, it’s cute.

“Just an hour, and then I’ll release you to your duties as a personal shopper and courier,” you joke, negotiating. Steve curses mentally, damning how easily you can always convince him. He tries to hold on to some semblance of control here though, pretending to think it over a bit more.

“Just one hour? And then no funny business?” he says, looking at you sternly, though there’s no heat behind it.

“On my great-great grandfather’s grave, no funny business. I’ll put the keys in the ignition myself, scout’s honor,” you say, a hopeful look in your eyes. It’s the most energy Steve has seen you have in days; he can’t really bring himself to take that away from you now.

“You most certainly will not be putting any keys in any ignitions or doing anything outside of this bed until that fever breaks, you got me?” Steve says, mom mode activated. It makes you laugh, something you helplessly try to stifle. You straighten yourself up, trying to return to your serious negotiator persona.

“I got you. Does that mean you’re staying?” Steve could bury the lede all he wants with you, but you were always going to find it. He sighs in defeat.

“One hour,” he says as he crawls into the bed, startling you.

“Hey, hey, thought you didn’t want to get sick!” you say; now it’s your turn to sound concerned.

Steve just shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “I’ll be okay. And if I’m not, I’m sure I’ve earned myself a truly lovely nurse to bring me back to health,” he mutters, kissing the top of your head one, two, then three times.

You grumble at this, but secretly, you’re grateful for the affection.

He holds you like that for exactly an hour, true to his word, even though you fell asleep just 10 minutes in, the tea he had made for you long forgotten. He scoots out of the bed, gentle as he makes his way out the door.

You sleep soundly, unaware he was ever even gone until he returns with plastic takeout containers of your favorite soup from the deli and a smile on his face. He loves to take care of you like this, and how could he not?

You’re his favorite person, the love of his life. He could do this every single day.

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Sevika

(X) = Smut

Sevika doesn’t like to be touched. @l0vel3tterl0ver Summary: Sevika doesn’t like to be touched. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

paid undone @l0vel3tterl0ver (X) Summary: working as an owner of a mechanics shop at day and prostitute at night at Zaun's most famous brothel, you expect a quiet night shift after a hard day of work. your expectations go avail and you miserably fail at keeping your identity hidden from Sevika, who has just earlier visited you at your shop that day. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Mutli-Part

ghostface @maneskinwh0re (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Brothel @misswynters (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

beyond the breaking point @saga-ordsmed (X) Summary: Sevika has already shattered you, but that's not enough. She pulls you back from the brink, reigniting the fire in your veins and dragging you beyond your limits. Again. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Ok brat @playnextdoor Summary: you don't like listening to your girlfriend, no matter how scary she is Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

pass her aroun' like a toy. @autonomyofadeer Summary: you're a brothel worker, planned to have a night with your regular. but your time seems to be cut short as a woman you were terrified of walks in. Warnings: Non-con Specials Tags: Ft, Ambessa

Bleh @reneesghostinthelivingroom Summary: when reader finds herself sick in the morning, Sevika takes care of her. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Found family @misswynters Summary: After a fight that resulted in casualties, a child was left alone. Parentless. Seeing yourself in the poor kid you decided to take them in. Sevika however isn’t very keen at first. Warnings: none Specials Tags: None

cherry kiss @shiimmer Summary: sevika found herself in a strip club, only to end up getting a lot more than a simple lap dance. Warnings: none Specials Tags: Striper Au

I hear your call @gravegoer Summary: pirate!sevika x siren!reader Warnings: none Specials Tags: Mermaid AU

Babydoll @thegothicchangeling Summary: Sevika makes a bad call and upsets you while you're in pre heat. You're pissed at her. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Omegavers

Stubborn As A Mule @graciedollie Summary: The harsh weather of Zaun was not something so easy to bare, seriously. Unfortunately your girlfriend caught a cold, but luckily she has you to nurse her back to health—even when shes stubborn. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

rose moon @hcneymooners (X) Summary: you've always loved sevika, despite the tension between her and your father and their shaky alliance. it was only a matter of time before she loved you back.  Warnings: None Specials Tags: Mafia AU

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 @abbyssgf (X) Summary: your wife was exercising in front of you in your living room during your ovulation. she knew perfectly that you are in the middle of your ovulation so she decided to tease you knowing her exercise will end up by fucking you on the couch Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

𝐈 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @abbyssgf (X) Summary: you were dancing in The Last Drop, after a moment your girlfriend join you. Durning the dance you felt sevika's mouth on your neck and the bulge in her pants pressing against your hips... all you could do is to come back to your house and have a fun night with sevika Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

not your job @maneskinwh0re (X) Summary: thinking about having a long-term brothel contract with sevika. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Vacation time @kdyq Summary: You had always worried Sevika and Ambessa when you went out alone, besides the company of your guide dog due to the fact you were blind. And when you come back home with a scrap, they were all over you. Warnings: None Specials Tags: FT. Ambessa

Intrusion @abbyslovergirlxo (X) Summary: You, the pretty enforcer are tasked with retrieving very important documents from none other than Lead Commander Ambessa Merdarda. Sounds rather easy, until you see Silco’s right hand woman bent over her desk. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Ft. Ambessa

FEED ME! @uhlunaro (X) Summary: Sevika plays a game of cat-and-mouse. Warnings: vomiting mentions, PTSD, graphic violence, blood and gore Special Tag: Multi Part

i am afraid i will love you forever. @zeroxxlhero (X) Summary: ambessa & sevika are married for business reasons but cannot stand each other. however, they love you—you who are unaware that they are together. Warnings: None Special Tag: FT. Ambessa

best friend's older sister @lambilegs (X) Summary: Y/n has a gig, leave it to Jinx for making her pretty, and presentable Warnings: None Special Tag: Multi Part

[no-fate-but-what-we-make]

Vulnerable | Reggie Mantle

[gif is not mine; credit goes to the creator]

Word Count: 1.3K

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Fem!Reader, 2nd person POV

Description: It’s a routine neither of them want to be in, but she’s the only one he can trust to keep it a secret

Warnings: graphic depictions of parental abuse, blood/gore, unintentional victim blaming, some sexy things

A/N: I’m halfway through season 4 so there won’t be any spoilers beyond that - this takes place before Archie and Reggie destroy Mr. Mantle’s car in 4x2. I was looking for an imagine that follows this storyline but I didn’t find one on my cursory glance through the tags, so if this is something someone else has written about, just know that it wasn’t intended to be copied in any way, shape, or form. 

- - -

Tap-tap-tap. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap-tap-tap.

To anyone else, the noises at your window would have just been the wind knocking the oak branches against the second-floor pane, but to you, the sound was more than familiar. 

Morse code.

S. O. S.

Your stomach sank as you pulled the covers back and slipped on your fleece robe - sleeping in a cold room had its benefits, but this wasn’t one of them - before making your way to the window. Lifting the screenless window, you let in your best friend who immediately sought solace in your arms.

“What happened this time?” You whispered as Reggie buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

He let out a shaky breath, his body shuddering in a silent sob. “The usual,” he sniffled as he stepped back, revealing the already bruising black eye, “and then some.” He lifted his shirt and winced.

“Reggie,” you breathed, your heart aching for him. “Sit down - you know the drill.”

Reggie sat down on the ottoman at the end of your bed as you knelt down to pull the ever-growing first aid kit out from underneath. It wasn’t much, but you were able to keep it as stocked as possible with your earnings from Pop’s while also lifting a few things on your weekends as a candy striper at Riverdale General Hospital. 

You got to work cleaning up the cuts on his abdomen, trying hard not to hurt him any further. Reggie’s abs rippled when you pressed the bandage over them. “Sorry,” you murmured, the word taking on more than one meaning. Yes, you were sorry for hurting him, but you were also sorry that both of you were in this position time and time again; you knew this would always be the only time Reggie ever heard any form of apology for this.

“S’not your fault,” he replied, his usual response. A pause. “He was especially brutal tonight.”

“Any idea why?”

“No. You know he never says why. But he was drunker than usual. Broke a bottle over my ribs when I refused to get him another.”

You snapped the instant cold compress and pressed it against Reggie’s eye. “Fucking hell, Reg.”

“I know. I should’ve just gotten him another but I was feeling self-righteous. Look where that got me.” He laughed sardonically, shaking his head. 

“It’s not your fault.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, seeking comfort while also trying to comfort him. “Do you want to spend the night?” 

Reggie nodded. “Yes.”

It had been ages since he’d said yes, the last time being right at the end of summer. It was a night neither of you had been able to forget, but hadn’t spoken about since. 

You packed up the first aid kit, making a mental note of what you’d need to replenish that weekend, before turning to your best friend. “You remember where everything is?”

“Yeah, unless you’ve changed anything,” he joked, and you smiled before shaking your head.

“Nothing’s changed.” 

A few minutes later, Reggie was shirtless in your bed, both of you lying awkwardly side by side.

Hearing Reggie whisper your name in the dark brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Yes, Reg?”

“Will you, uh…” he trailed off and you could practically feel him blushing next to you.

“Of course,” you responded without hesitation, both of you shifting in bed so you could be Big Spoon. You tried to forget that this was how everything had started last time, especially since you could feel Reggie’s heartbeat underneath your fingertips. “I’m so sorry this keeps happening to you, Reggie.” You didn’t know what else to say. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” was his reply, his hand coming up to cover yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss your fingers.

Your mind raced as you tried to come up with solutions to his problem. “Have you tried fighting back? You’re so much bigger and stronger than he is and-” Reggie tensed up, making you pause.

“R-Remember back in freshman year when my mom ended up in the hospital after she fell down the stairs?”

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Well…she didn’t. Uh, fall down the stairs, I mean.” Reggie’s thumb brushed over the inside of your palm, a self-soothing tic. “I was high off the feeling of making the football team and I realized I could finally outdo my dad and so when he came home that night, I tried.” Reggie chuckled, a bitter, hollow sound. “The man is surprisingly limber when he’s drunk. I took a swing and he ducked and managed to tackle me to the ground, slammed my head into the floor and knocked me out - that’s how I got that concussion and couldn’t play for half the season - and then he went after my mom. I’ve just always let him hit me after that because I’d rather have him wail on me than on her.”

You held him a little tighter after that confession. “Why didn’t you tell me back then? I’ve been helping you since we were ten and I would’ve helped you then.”

“I know,” Reggie sighed. “I wanted to, but it was just so humiliating. But you were there for me for my concussion and you helped out so much when my mom was recovering in the hospital that I didn’t want you to worry any more than you already were.”

“I’ll never stop worrying about you, Reg,” you confessed, tears pricking behind your eyes. “Not even once you leave Riverdale and go pro after college.”

It was then that Reggie brought your fingers up to his lips and kissed them. The air was thick with the unspoken sexual tension until Reggie broke the silence. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last summer.” It was the first time either of you had ever brought up what had happened between you two.

“Me, too.”

Reggie shifted so that the two of you were face to face, the moonlight emphasizing his facial features in a way that made you want to reach out and touch him - so you did. He let out a soft moan at the contact, his eyes fluttering closed as your fingertips trailed over his jawline. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” You paused, your eyes searching his. “I want this. I want you. Let me take care of you tonight, Reginald.” You pressed yourself flush against him, your hand sliding up his arm to grip the back of his neck. “Please,” you begged, hooking your leg over his hip and touching your forehead to his.

That was all Reggie needed, his hand pressing against your lower back to hold you in place as he pinned you underneath him and kissed you deeply. His knee spread your legs, his thigh brushing against your clothed pussy. “Reggie,” you whimpered, your hips bucking to recreate the sensation.

“Fuck,” he murmured, breaking the kiss to trail more down your neck. “I’ve been wanting to hear you say my name like that again.” His hands slipped up underneath your t-shirt and you moved to take it off so he could take a nipple into his mouth. 

“And I’ve been wanting your hands on my body again.”

Reggie moved further south, his thumbs hooking in your shorts to pull them down so he could settle between your legs. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his hands spreading your legs even further so he could have access to your wet pussy. 

*~*~*~*

You woke up the next morning with Reggie’s arms wrapped around you. It all felt like a dream but when you felt his naked body pressed against yours, you knew it wasn’t. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” you confessed, smiling and turning to look at him which resulted in a kiss.

“Me, too.”

“How are you feeling?” You asked, shifting so you could get a good look at his wounds in broad daylight. 

“Better than I have in a long time.” Reggie repeated your words back to you, smiling wide. “Can I come back tonight?”

“Of course. You’re always welcome in my bed - as long as you promise not to see anyone else.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[cassandrakirammansbowtie]

Criminal Mastermind! Caitlyn x fem!reader

I made Caitlyn in GTA5, and it sparked the idea of: What if Caitlyn was a criminal mastermind?? Well! I wrote this because no one else did… This is WLNM. / Woman loving non men

1472 Words!

Warnings: Descriptions of injury (Blood and gunshot wound- Literally just patching Caitlyn up.)

Caitlyn kept her eyes on the road, driving through the somewhat chaotic streets of Los Santos. She had the radio on quietly, some ‘Wham!’ song playing over the speakers in the car. Caitlyn’s car was nice. Not what you’d expect a multi-millionaire to have- It was a muscle car. Ice white on the main body of the car, and a dark navy for the accents. The inside being a black leather finish. 

Caitlyn’s ears perk up at the sound of fabric rustling. With one hand on the wheel, she looks up in the rear-view mirror. You sat there, changing your shirt.

“... Do I want to know why you’re changing in the back of my car?” Caitlyn asks, her gaze flickering from the road to the mirror and back at you. You yelp, grabbing the fabric of your shirt to cover yourself, just for an inch of decency. 

“Eyes on the road!” You say, ducking down so she can’t see you. You hear her chuckle; she turns the radio off fully now. She looks back at the road. “I’m changing because my other shirt got dirty.” You add on, a red flush slowly climbing onto your face.

“And you just so coincidentally had a spare shirt?” Caitlyn shoots back, a hint of suspicion, but mainly amusement.

“Yes. I did.” You respond, shoving the clean shirt over your head and down your body. “Stop looking! You have enough phone numbers of random stripers to call and look at.” You quickly move back in the seat, putting on the seat belt.

“Right.” Caitlyn deadpans, looking in the rear-view mirror again. She doesn’t even need to look to know where to park for her apartment. The car pulls up and the engine shuts off. “I don’t call them over for the specific reason of staring at their, erm, chests. I have more pride than that.” She states in a ‘matter of fact’ tone. She undoes her seatbelt. Caitlyn turns to look at you now. You stare back.

“My point stands. You are a literal millionaire, and yet you choose to ride into stereotypes, and you could share all that wealth with someone?” You comment, un-buckling your seatbelt too.

“With my life? You know my life that involves robberies that shake the great nation of America?” Caitlyn asks, the end bit sarcastic. She then shakes her head. “No. I’d rather not put someone I care about in danger. Like you, sure, I’ll give you rides and everything, but if you ever ask to help and or join my organizations the answer will always be no.” At the end of this, Caitlyn sighs. She turns back and gets out of the car, opening your car door as well. One of her arms leans on the top of the car, the other resting on your seat. She leans in. “Plus, if I got a girlfriend then you’d be left out.” She says, before moving back.

Something about Caitlyn caring like that. Caring if you were left out or not, it just gave you butterflies. I mean, you’ve always had a crush on her. Sometimes more than others. For example, the time she was showing you, her outfits. Something about the way she knew so much about the different fabrics, the way she rambled about it. It was weird the effect she had on you.

A few weeks later you were in Caitlyn’s apartment, she had given you a spare key when she started getting wealthier. She said it was a sign that she would never push you out of your friend circle just because she got richer. It was a weird way that Caitlyn showed that she cared, but hey, this is Caitlyn.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when a door is slammed. You glance up, jumping up.

“Cait?” You call out, moving through the apartment to the main door. And to your shock, there Caitlyn was. Bloodied and bruised. She limped past you; her face was like stone. She was not in the mood. You follow behind worriedly, watching as she pours herself some scotch, throwing it back almost immediately.  She limped over to one of the white chairs in the corner, she painted the chair red without even realising. You again, follow like a lost dog. But you had an intention to help, grabbing the first aid off the shelf. You move to stand in front of her. Caitlyn looks up at you, her face unamused.

“Do you actually think you can patch up gun wounds with that? With a shitty first aid from a corner shop and a day course in first aid?” She questions, her tone uncharacteristically sharp. You hesitantly nod, if you could help, you would. She seems to notice your determined gleam in your eye and shakes her head with a sigh. She gestures with her left hand to go ahead and try. With her right she pulls up the side of her white button up where the blood was spilling from. You shake off the flush forming on your cheeks at the new skin, even when it was distorted with a bullet hole and blood. You felt like a Victorian teenager seeing a bare ankle for the first time.

“I’m just going to…” You trail off, moving to press a bandage to the wound, you move your head down to look at it better. You pause, realising you have no clue if the bullet was still inside her. Caitlyn hisses in pain, and you shoot your head back up to look at her. “U-um. Cait? P-Probably a bad time, but uhm. Is this…” You go quiet, looking back at the hole.

“The?” Caitlyn prompts, the agitation in her voice clear. To be fair, she was bleeding out.

“The erm- Bullet?... Is it still… Y’know.” You gulp, your hands getting bloody. You apply more pressure, and she grits her teeth.

“No. It’s not.” She replies, her voice dry and cut. You nod meekly, moving to get another bandage. 

After a few minutes, you wrap her torso up, trying to ignore two things, one, her toned stomach and abs, and two, the feeling of her skin against your hands. 

You look down at your hands, blood everywhere on them. You hold your hands up in front of you. 

“I’m gonna go... Uh, wash my hands.” You say awkwardly. What else were you supposed to say in this situation! You just bandaged up a criminal mastermind and had her blood on your hands.

“Yep.” Caitlyn replies. Her voice is not as sharp anymore, just more pain. She stands up, moving to the sink as well, she sighs washing her hands alongside you. You glance at her, nervous. She senses this, and so she dries her hands and looks at you. “I didn't mean to… To act so cold, when I came in.” She comments.

“I mean, you had been shot through your side, so I get why.” You joke, looking at her now. You look up at her, glancing down at her lips every now and then. She hums, acknowledging the joke to try and lighten the mood. A quiet ‘thank you.’

“I’m lucky you were here then, huh?” She asks, a small smile slowly forming on her face. You nod with a matching smile. She leans against the kitchen counter, looking down at you. The atmosphere becomes more a intimate and tranquil feel. You step closer. Out of instinct, Caitlyn reaches out, her hands resting on your hips. She tugs you closer. You stumble forwards, stopping just before you hit her. You blush, now looking up at her.

“Hi.” You whisper quietly, your hands now running across her sides, being mindful of her injury. You two are incredibly close, you can feel her breath fanning against your cheek. And her perfume. She smelled like Lychee and something else you can’t identify. Her small smile, now a wide one. Her spoiled mood had flipped in the twenty minutes she had been back. She leans down slightly, her breath now warm against your skin as she was closer.

“Hi.” She whispers back. Her hands move all the way around your hips, encircling your waist. You could feel the tension between you two, and if you could feel the tension, she could too. You blink twice. Then you cave, leaning up. You close your eyes and Caitlyn does too. You’re a little ecstatic about kissing her and push a little too far and bump your nose against her cheek. You squeak, and you could hear her chuckle. You ignore the embarrassment from that little slip up. And then it hits you. You are kissing Caitlyn. Caitlyn Kiramman. You burn red now, your body heating up as you pull back. And hey, you might not ever get this chance again, why not go all the way?

[midorisplash]

Your Private Dancer.

Pairing: Striper!JakeWebber x OwnerDom!Reader.

A/N: Based of @samandcolby-ownme Story. I wanted to switch the roles so I had to write this real quick. Link to their story.

Warning: Praising, handjob, Gn!reader but use of ma’am once, name calling, Finger sucking.

“Jake!” You yell. He looks around a moment then over to you, as soon as he saw you face a smile plastering over his own sliding his hand down the staircase from the stage.

You smiled back watching him almost bounce his way over to you. “You looked amazing tonight sweetheart!” You spoke reaching a hand out and placing it at his waist.

“Did i?” He giggled feeling your hand run down along his waist to his ass slapping it while pulling him closer. He yelped and bit his lip. “Come with me.” You spoke pulling away grabbing hold of his hand and walking to your office.

He nodded quickly and let you drag him along, down a dark hallway to your office.

You walked over to your desk sitting down in your chair pulling him so he was standing infront of you.

“You wanted a private dance Huh?” Jake smiled. You nodded putting your arms on the chairs rest looking him up and down.

“I’ll do it. If you promise you'll touch me.” He whispered bringing his hands to his belt swinging his hips to the faint music being heard from the club. He started to slowly undo his belt turning his back to you pushing his butt out before sitting down on your lap wiggling his hip.

“You’ll touch me right?” He moaned letting his head fall back on your shoulder. You couldn't help smile.“You’re such a horny slut jake.” You whisper one of your hands coming to his neck as the other came around his waist taking his belt off and unzipping his pants.

“I’m your slut.” He whispered back.

You used your hand to pull his pants down enough his hard dick was exposed Jake lifting up his hips to help you. He groaned quietly at the cold air of your office hitting his tip while dragging his hand to the one you had on his neck bring it up to his mouth to suck your fingers.

“I’ll touch you, if you beg for it like the slut your are.” You whispered.

His hips thrusted up at your words pulling two of your fingers out his mouth. “Please touch me. I’m a horny fucking slut that needs your touch.” He whined. “Fuck I need it so bad. Please.” You smiled pleased with his begging pushing your fingers back into his mouth using your other hand to wrap around his dick, finally reliving some pressure.

He pushed his butt into your lap as your hand started to glide up and down his shaft a sticky layer of precum making you hand slide effortlessly. His eyes fluttered closed. “Thank you..” Jake groaned around your fingers. You kissed his shoulder up to his neck starting to suck barely, pulling your fingers out his mouth down to his pierced nipple rubbing at it with small circles. He smiled and wiggled his hips thrusting up in your fist.

As a warning you squeezed his dick biting his neck. “Fuck y/n!” He giggled through a moan.

“Tell me how good I did today. How much you love watching me.. Tell me I’m your fucking favorite.” You rubbed at his tip pinching at his nipple. “You did so good today, everyone couldn’t keep their eyes off you tonight. I’m so glad I get to have you all to my self.” You whispered close to his ear. His mouth hung open soft moans spilling out of him as his hips wiggled against your lap.

You pulled off his dick to flick his tip listening to him whine out in pleasure. “Ugh! Keep going please!” He whined. You flicked his tip one last time before wrapping your hand back around him jerking him off quickly.

With you one of your hands toying at his sensitive nipple and the other stroking his thick dick he couldn’t help get unbelievably close, his moans getting higher pinched with each stroke.

Jake brung his hand to his stomach rubbing at it in search to help ease the rough orgasm he was getting closer and closer too. You looked up to him watching his eyes squeeze tightly closed and his mouth fall open he was quiet for a short while before groaning loudly.

“I'm cumming!” He moaned.

You then pitched his sensitive nipple roughly leaving his shaft to stroke only his red tip cum spraying into the plam of you hand. He wiggled around gripping at the arm rest of your chair with his free hand. “fuck me! oh my god!” He whined rubbing his stomach before wrapping his hand arm around his waist.

He slowly opened his eyes squinting to watch his dick shoot a few more ropes of cum onto your hand.

You kept rubbing his tip until you noticed he was starting to settle down, then you pulled away holding your hand away from his body and yours. “look at the mess you made Jake. You know you have to clean up after yourself right?” He nodded weakly grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips sucking at your fingers still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. “Good boy.” You giggled patting his head.

He licked your fingers clean and smiled turning on your lap to look at you. “Now cover up and and get back on the stage for me? They all probably miss the best dance of the night.” He beamed and nodded. “Yes, ma’am..”

[theoldsports]

Hi, i want to request a remus x reader, where its a girls night before lily's wedding and they play a spicy truth or dare, where reader realises she needs to ask remus out.

tradition.

FIRST REQUEST SORRY THIS TOOK TIME

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Bachelorette parties were a time honored tradition where the bride-to-be wore heels that were too tall to be worn drunk and got legendarily plastered with about seven of her worst behaved friends. Lily Evans (soon to be Potter) was almost an exception, but Dorcas bought her these platform go-go boots and it felt rude not to wear them.

Lily assumed the event would be less of a nightmare if [Y/N] planned it, as Dorcas usually took things too far. This way, Lily could almost guarantee that there would be no Chip and Dale-type striper dressed as the left-winger chaser from Puddlemere United. [Y/N] was therefore the most convenient choice for Maid of Honour.

Carefully, the bridal party made their way out of the Three Broomsticks and hauled themselves up the hill to do the rest of the night in Godric’s Hollow. All of them were too far gone to apparate. Sirius had taken James and the boys who knows where for a Bachelor party so the girls could use the house that night. The ‘girls’ consisted of Lily and [Y/N], Dorcas Meadowes, Mary Macdonald, Marlene McKinnon, and Alice Fortesque; basically the contents of their dormitory at school. The seven hung off each other and giggled as old friends as they walked.

“Never thought you’d be the first of us!” Marlene cried in glee, shaking her sharply bobbed dark hair out of her face. “I can’t get over it. Simply.”

“Oh, come off it!” Lily groaned. She was awfully tired of hearing this same banter recycled day in and day out.

Dorcas laughed. “Well, yeah. Marls is right. You hated your poor bastard Potter, for, like, forever. I thought first in and out of the binding contract of marriage was to be Alice and Frankie for sure.”

The most sober player of the evening, Alice, sighed. “Sorry that we’re patient.”

[Y/N] let out a firm laugh, pulling Lily’s set of keys out of her pocket as the house entered their line of view. “Bold assumptions from both Dorcas and Marlene considering you both told me you were gonna marry Sirius Black when you were fifteen or something.” [Y/N] said. Her comment illicited silence from Dorcas and Marlene rampant giggled from Mary, Lily and Alice.

With their Godric’s Hollow destination reached, [Y/N] unlocked the door with some difficulty. The seven flooded inside. Before Mary could loudly announce how bad she had to piss again, [Y/N] asked: “I’ve got a quick question ‘bout Black, actually,” everyone seemed very interested because everyone [Y/N] knew was in love with Sirius Black - unfortunately. “How many of you’v’fucked him? Just… Show off hands.”

Many groans of malcontent echoed through the room. Dorcas and Marlene raised their hands without hesitation, but instead with a bit of regret. Mary’s hand slowly went up with a sigh. Lily and Alice exchanged some knowing looks but both resisted a comment. “Bloody hell, ladies. Is he actually packin’ or something? He’s not that tall, so… Nice hair, but if he weren’t one of my mates, I’d just say he’s average. How does he keep pulling like this?” [Y/N] asked incredulously.

As Mary left finally to piss, Marlene bit back at [Y/N]. “Honestly, I think he’s just charming. Like, something about the smile, the leather jacket. Plus, he’s so fuckin’… noble, like. Yeah?”

“Noble? A guy’s a better fuck ‘cause he’s ‘noble?’” [Y/N] sighed.

“You know what I mean.” Marlene said and Dorcas nodded in agreement.

Dorcas piped up. “Well, [Y/N]. You may be the next among us. Ain’t the Maid of Honour and the… What’s it called? Man of Honour—“

“—Best Man.” Alice correct, pouring herself a sipper of firewhiskey.

“Ain’t the Maid of Honour and the Best Man meant to fuck? After the wedding?” Dorcas finished.

[Y/N]’s eyes widened. “No. Superstition. Clearly. I… Right, Lily?”

Lily’s playful grin widened as she pulled off her go-go boots and tossed her auburn hair into a messy bun. “Well, seeing as neither of you have a real date, then have at it. It’s tradition.”

“That’s vile. You’re vile.”

Mary walked back in from the bathroom. “Who’s vile?”

“Lily. Or Sirius. Can’t remember. Maybe both.” Marlene clarified.

“Ah, he is ‘packing,’ by the way. If nobody’s said that yet.”

[Y/N] was tired of everyone pushing her buttons because she had been single for a while. Single, yes. Desperate enough to shag Sirius Black, no. “Fabian Prewett was not worth all the trouble to keep that relationship going just to have a date to your wedding.” She said.

“He was so pretty!” Dorcas remarked, a drunken slur apparent in her voice.

“Yeah, and he was also a prick. Anyway, there’s no sense in finding someone with, like, days til the wedding.”

Lily sighed loudly. She knew what she was doing. It was that sort of sigh that baited someone to ask why one was sighing.

“What?” [Y/N] asked, scoffing.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Strained silence as all the other girls leaned into listen. “Oh, I’m sure. What’s the problem here?”

“James said one of his boys also doesn’t have a date to the—“ Lily started.

“You already implied Sirius—“

“Remus. Rem doesn’t have anyone.”

A longer, more strained silence.

Marlene gasped. “Holy fuckin’ shit. You should finally ask Remus out.”

“Finally? What do you mean finally? He’s my best mate.” [Y/N] said incredulously.

The other girls shared groans of indignation or shouts of surprise. “Dear, every boy you’ve ever been out with looks like a cheap knock-off of Loony Loopy Lupin. You have to have noticed.” Marlene pointed out.

“Don’t call him that!” Lily butted in.

“Don’t call him that. He doesn’t like it. And simply, I don’t think that’s true. About the boy thing.” [Y/N] insisted.

“Amos Diggory.” Mary said clearly. Amos had been her very first boyfriend. [Y/N] finally said yes to his obvious advances after Remus took a Slytherin girl his friends all hated to Hogsmeade. Amos had then been the same height and build as Remus, with those aggressively kind eyes. However, he was nothing like Lupin in any other way.

“They’re both tall with brown hair. So’s James for that matter—“

“Amos is just the polite version of Lupin. They’re practically the same bloke.” Mary finished he brutal comment and strolled into the kitchen.

“Tony Dolohov—“ Lily pointed out. Antonin Dolohov had been a rebound repeated hookup after Amos had broken up with [Y/N] since he thought she was too ‘disinterested’ in him. It was familiar commentary that Remus and Dolohov looked similar. They were constantly mistaken for the other from the back in school, despite being completely different as people.

“Was a fling!”

“Evil Lupin…” Dorcas sighed.

[Y/N] was ready for another topic of conversation. “So what? I like tall brunette guys from the countryside. Sue me. Fabian Prewett was from out there too, but he was completely—“

“Mm… Yes. Redheaded, pretentious Lupin.” Dorcas grinned tempestuously.

Mary gasped. “That implies our Lupin isn’t pretentious!”

Alice cleared her throat amidst [Y/N] evident shame and irritation. “If you don’t mind my saying, [Y/N], you’ve been down for that boy since you were about fourteen. Lupin, I mean.”

[Y/N] watched Lily nod drunkenly at wise old Alice’s words. “Call him! Call him right now!”

“Fuck you! No!”

Before [Y/N] could do anything else, Marlene began leading a chant of “call him!” with others shouting such fare as “come on, don’t ruin Lily’s party!” That was when she had to pick up the phone, just to get it to stop.

She stood there, listening to the dial tone hum. “Shit. What number am I ringing? He’s not… He’s with James.”

Lily whipped out her wand from her back pocket and wordlessly summoned a number jotted down on a takeaway menu from who knows where in the kitchen. Lily dictated the number to [Y/N], just to make sure she would actually make the call.

“‘Llo?” Sirius Black slurred on the other line. [Y/N] had often heard him wasted, but he was gone-gone tonight. He spoke too loudly into the receiver. After multiple semesters of Muggle Studies, he still hasn’t mastered the telephone.

“Black, it’s [Y/N].”

“Hey there, love,” Sirius suddenly sounded on edge. The world was a scary place these days and such a call was scary to get this late during a bachelor party. [Y/N] thought he sounded more sober, or tried, after she announced herself. “‘S everything okay…?”

“Hm? Yeah, no. All’ve us are fine. Is Lupin there?”

“What you want with Lupin?” Sirius inquired, his tone sounding much more typical of a drunk Sirius Black.

[Y/N] looked over her shoulder at the expectant faces of the girls and an encouraging thumbs up from Alice. “Uh, drinking game, or something. Put him on. Please.”

Sirius sounded like he dropped the receiver away from his face and called something like “Oi Moony, there’s a foxy bird on the phone for you!” into the room near him. After some shuffling and unintelligible grumbling, Remus’s voice came through on the phone.

“Remus Lupin on,” he said too clearly. The kind of clearness of tone one had when stoned out of their mind and attempting to cover it up. But at least he knew how to use a phone. “Who’s speaking?”

“Lupin, it’s me. It’s [Y/N]. Everything’s fine.”

“Oh. Hi?”

“Yeah, hi. All the boy’s watching you right now?”

“Uh,” a pause. “No, yeah. All of ‘em.”

“Same here. Holding a wand to my chest, basically. You still don’t have a date to the wedding, right?”

A longer pause. “Hm? To the wedding, you said?” He swallowed. Dry mouth from nerves or smoking too much, maybe. “No.”

“Right. Nor have I. Wanna go with me? Since we already both, like, have to go? Figured it’d be fun to go with you,” [Y/N] dropped her voice to a whisper. “Like, go-with-me-go-with-me. Real deal date.”

Too long of a pause.

“Remus? You there?”

“Yeah. Yeah! Sure, I’m here, sure. Also, like, yeah, sure. I mean, yeah. I’ll go with you. If you want, I mean. Yeah.”

[Y/N] sighed in relief. “Brilliant. Pop by before and get me. We’ll go together. Ta.”

With that, she hung up.

“Ta?” Dorcas said dramatically. “Ta? You ask the man out and you close with fuckin’ ‘ta?’”

[deadqueerboys]

Bottom! George x Top! Male! Reader

Short One Shot (I'm drvnk)

George has been quiet for a while now. He only nods or bury his head in the pillow, not giving M/n the satisfaction of hearing his boyfriend's sweet moans. It happens that George was on stream, he couldn't give himself the privilege of whimpering and showing to his viewers how much of a bitch he was.

M/n grabs George's wet hair again, pulling him back as their hips make a sweet and loud slap. He feels the pain and the pleasure of George's body. it's almost anesthesia. The top slaps his ass and thrusts harder inside that fucking twink, eating the shit out of his weak body. M/n can't stop but feel the urge of fake moan, he wants other people to hear it and pretend he was the one being banged. But, every time he tries, George stops him with a kiss or another beg for a slap.

"Please, keep going.." George whispers, bouncing on M/n's lap like a professional striper. He goes up and down, only asking to he pleased as he tries to take his white dumb clothes off. "Just keep going."

[venicebitchxxx]

Fire and Ice

Zade meadows x reader 

ZADE IS NOT MY CHARACTER! This is just a fanfiction of h.d carltons haunting adeline turned into a x reader!Sorry Adeline…

TW: Swearing, Dacryphillia, Gun play…,Degradation, little praise, pet names, Handcuffs, fast paced

Word count: 0.6k

I walk home to find another rose on my doorstep Dammit that fucker wont  leave me alone I swear the erectile dysfunction radiates off the roses.

I strom inside and throw it away I am tired of the creepy fuck controling my life I am done, I walk into my bedroom setting my purse down when I hear a a low chuckle my head whips around to see a tall maybe 6’7 man hooded standing the staring at me.

Hi little mouse did you miss me he smiles, I am unable to see his face but his voice comes off husky and low, a wave shock of fear and panic runs through me I am standing there almost feeling stuck and helpless until he walks toward me when i open the door and run. I don't look back and i hear him doing that stupid chuckle again until he said, You can run and hide all you want y/n but if I catch you I fuck you. I ran into the basement hiding in the closet but it's all I could think of. I am too scared to think.

His footsteps were heard from down here. I am coming for you little mouse! I hear him say I bawl up In the closet and cry a little into my hand, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs as the closet door rips open and he is staring down at me with a

wide grin, Oh little mouse dont cry I am not going to hurt you that bad.

I try to escape and he scoops me up like nothing and throws me down, handcuffing me hands above my head to the striper pole in the basement,I am now regretting that drunken purchase.

Let me go you sick fuck! I said screaming tears running down my cheeks. His finger goes under my chin and he kissed my forehead wiping away my tears  “Oh little mouse no need to be so hostile its ok princess.” I love it when you cry little mouse he said with a smile. He takes out a gun and caresses my body with it, I am going to make you cum on it little mouse.

If your going to kill me can I atleast know your name so I can call you other things than the sick fuck you are.

Zade little mouse my name is zade meadows, Now scream my name as I shove my gun in your tight pussy. He lifts my hips up and takes off my pants feeling the cold metal hit my clit, my eyes flutter as I moan gripping onto the pole.

Yes moan for me my slutty little mouse, He moves the gun down and shoves it inside me grinning ear to ear as he trusts the gun inside me, I gasp and moan my legs shaking as the tears come down my cheeks. Yes good little mouse! Cry for me, you're a pathetic whore! I cry harder and scream out in pleasure.

Fucking cum on it now he demands. And My body shakes with white hot pleasure. Good little mouse he praised as he continued to trust the gun in and out of me before pulling it out dripping with my juices. 

He kissed my forehead and uncuffed me as I watched him leave wondering who the fuck is zade meadows.  

[nishiyako]

OH MY GOD….please more of Rave boy denki!!!

Maybe they meet at the bar and end up at one of each other’s apartments…..

Private Party 2 (NSFW)

Paring : RaveBoy!Denki x RaveGirl!Reader

Tags : Motorcyclist!Denki, Slight Dycryphila, bar setting, alcohol (mostly Tequila), body shots, peer pressure, recorded (body shots), motorcycle ride, handcuffs, missionary, vaginal penetration, cream pie, nails, happy ending!

Summary : You meet up with the boy you hooked up with at the rave at a bar with some friends, after some chatting and body shots, he decides to give you a ride on his motorcycle and take you back to his place for a round two.

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Private Party (pt. 1)

You wearing his T-shirt and staring at the new contact on your phone and love bites on your neck, your friends started asking questions.

You arrive at the bar around midnight with your friends talking about the blonde you met at the rave, the music was loud but weak enough for you to hear their eager whispers.

"What was his name?" One of them asked. You never got his name, to be honest. All you got was his number. "What does he do for a living?" Another voice asked. You also didn't know. All you knew was that he had enough for V.I.P. tickets at the rave. "Was he cute?" Fainally, a question you could answer.

"The cutest," you said enthusiastically, he had this bright blonde hair and yellow eyes that shined in the dim litted bathroom stall, his gentle hands that held you up against the wall, peirced ears that listened to evey noise you made.

The more you spoke, the more interesting the conversation became.

The bar door creaks open as you see your blonde lover with some friends, another spiked light blonde, a redhead and one with matte black hair followed with a pink alien, they were an interesting cast to say the least.

Kaminari saw you sitting on a stool wearing his familiar T-shirt, a smile formed as he walked towards you.

"You actually came." You were surprised, honestly, but you had no idea what you had done to his simple mind. "Why wouldn't I?" He said with a laugh.

Cute girl invited you to a bar with friends, who could say no?

The groups introduced themselves to eachother, shaking hands and exchanging names yet you and Denki never broke your eye contact, eyes filled with lustful intentions.

Still remembering the little rendezvous you had in the bathroom stall.

Once everything settled down, Denki called a worker, the first one he saw. "Mind if I get a V.I.P room for my party?" He tried to say it under his breath, but that didn't stop your friends from noticing.

Your group (including you) watched as he handed the suited worker a black card with his name on it. Your friends smiled at each other before giving you a grin as well, cute and rich? You seem like you've gotten the full package in one night.

You all get ushered to the room, LED lights rimming the ceiling and silky sofas against the walls, different art pieces and plants were hung on display as everything was centered by a striper pole and stage.

Hand selected shelf of different kinds of alcohol and Hennessy behind a private bar as the worker fetched an extra bartender from the bar.

Everyone took their seats on the velvet couches ofcourse forcing you and Kaminari to sit beside each other.

The groups were starting to merge as you and your little "boyfriend" kept to a separate world, getting to know each other.

Denki Kaminari, UA graduate and taking a year off before college. He already made good money from subtle hero work, and he lives alone in an apartment.

This is what you learned after some minutes of chatting

The bartender was positioned behind the table as the group started their orders (which are all paid by Denki).

The speakers were connected to Mina's phone as she played the music for the group.

Still the same EDM music they played at the rave since both parties were present.

The get-together was peaceful, tame even. until someone mentioned body shots, you weren't sure who started it, but this started to quickly spread as they started talking about you and Kaminari doing some for the camera.

You feel like you were back in highschool, being paired with your crush for people's amusement.

You looked at Kaminari, both cheeks already flushed red as the thought of licking your body flooded his once voided brain.

"Wanna do it?" He asked you for the crowds excitement, "what's a- body shot..?" You asked, countering his question, "I can't tell you, but I know you'll like it." His smile seemed genuine as he waited for your response.

Slightly smudged eyeliner highlighting his electric yellow eyes that were staring into yours, his smirking lips you could kiss forever if he'd let you. How could you say no?

You nodded as they started taking out their phones in excitement, "Take off the shirt, I'll just get some stuff." He said, standing, and you followed what he told you to do.

Laying shirtless, wearing only your bra as you were hugged by the velvet of the sofa as he brought over tequila, salt, and some limes.

"This is gonna be a bit cold, okay?" He told you, he made a line of salt down your shakey body and placed a cut lime in-between your lips making it possible to sound every embarrassing sound you made, he started to twist the cap of the vodka as he poured the Tequila in the valley of your stomach.

He held your hand as you anticipated his next move. Tough tye rules said not to. He could help it. Tequila on your belly, salt up your body and a lime in your mouth. Everything was perfect.

Cameras were rolling as your friends knew you never encountered anything like this.

He started drinking the tequila off your body, warm lips against your soft skin. He then licked the fine salts off your equaly fine body, making you shiver as he tasted you like the treat you were. he then pinned over you, taking the lime from your mouth, lips almost touching like a broken kiss.

He threw his head back, sucking in all the flavors of the lime before spitting the hollow skin on the rugged floor. Your shared friend groups cheered as the cameras were lowered, now saved in electronic memory.

"You okay?" He asked you with a laugh, you were speechless, you didn't know what to say, so you just nodded. Cheeks red and eyes fixated on him and him alone.

Your little reactions were priceless. He's defenetly gonna ask one of the friends to send the video later. Just so he can have the memory in his own pocket.

The shirt back on and the party continuing, everyone decided to keep drinking, laughing and groups only getting closer as you and Denki also grew closer.

He watched your legs press together, rubbing for an addictive friction. The cause is his little tequila stunt staring at your body.

"Hey," you heard him whisper in your ear. You looked at him with curious eyes, "How about..." he pointed to you, then to himself then to the door. You laughed at his offer, "No, I'm serious, I'll drive." He says, pulling out some keys.

He drove alone, his friends had a separate car from him so they wouldn't notice if he was gone. You didn't understand his logic. Why wouldn't they just be in the same car?

You both snuck out of the bar with his red-headed friend Kirishima. He had swore to secrecy as he opened the passenger seat of his pick-up to fetch two motorcycle helmets.

"You drive safe 'kay? That Tequila was pretty strong." He said passing the helmet to his friend, tone was obviously worried."We'll be fine! Thanks again man, no idea what I'd do without you."

"That's what bros do," the redhead responded, laughing before giving him a fistbumb. Their bond was almost brotherly as they said their goodbyes for the night.

Kirishima rushed back into the building as you followed Denki to a farther parking area while you held a helmet in your hands.

Then you saw it, a flashy Yamaha R6 with custom yellow and scene decals scattered on the metal. Parked beside some boring Harley Davidson cruisers, it made it look even cooler.

"My place or yours?" He asked as your brain started to connect the dots, and now it made sense that he drove differently. "Yours is fine." You say, though it wasn't smart to come over to a guy place when you just met him, you knew kaminari wasn't the type to do something wrong.

He is starting in the hero business, after all. He wouldn't be heroic to take advantage of a girl so late at night.

He placed the helmet on his head, visor and metal now covering his face as he put on some gloves, using velcro to tighten them still colorful bracelets over the fabrics.

You the followed his lead, placing the extra helmet on your head as he helped you onto the shiney sports bike.

He reved the engine, it was loud, ear piercing actually.

You held onto his waist, pressing your chest against his back. His gloved hand caressed yours as the bike started moving out of its parking.

He did mention he did a few street races, mostly drag races. Bike with 599 cc carried the both of you with ease on the road as cars were rearly around at this hour, it's really felt like just you and him were in the world.

You held on as the both of you rode through the city watching the lights fly by the both of you, you rested your head on his back as you watched the setted night sky glimmer faintly with stars, once at a stop light, you felt his hands hold yours as if to ask if you were okay, you just snuggled closer as you felt safe with him.

You snuck one of your hands under his white muscle tank as a giggle slipped out of your lips. It sent shivers up his spine. Your soft hands caressing his skin as he tried his best to focus.

"Keep doing that, and we might crash." You heard him laugh, sentence slightly mumbled by the helmet on his head. If you were gonna tease him, why not go all the way?

Your other hand ventured down to his hips, the to his sensitive inner thighs. "I don't think that's a good idea -" quivers in his breathy sentence made his visor fog.

You were risky, and he loved that.

Once you both arrived, he didn't waste a single second, taking the helmet from your hands and storing in some cabinet.

You saw his apartment pretty tacky, but you appreciated the posters on the wall, all good bands and artists you recognize.

His hand held yours, pressing you to the door you entered from. "You fuckin' tease, couldn't even control yourself." He accused, ready to ravish you right then and there. Two times in one night? This boy was an animal.

His leg pressed between yours, pressing against that special spot in between your legs. What made it worse was the thing denim you were still wearing.

His lips pressed against yours in a kiss, still tasting the salt-lime vodka on his lips.

His tounge violated you mouth as you could do anything but squirm in his hold, he wouldn't even let you come up for air until you hand to dig half-moons into the back of his palms with your nails.

You try to catch your breath, saliva coating your lips.

"Down for a round two? sweets." The nickname being a reference to your sweet lips and sounds. He waited for your response.

You thought about your friends, how you ditched them again for some blonde, a sense of guilt plagued over you.

But Denki left his too, in a sense the both of you are equal.

Both of you so needy for eachother that you've snuck off twice was almost laughable, almost like it was love.

"Only if you want to." You reasoned, smile formed on his lips as he showed you to his bedroom.

He let you lay down on his bed as he undressed you with his own hands.

Fainally, seeing you naked in front of him left him speechless, admiring as he towered over you.

Eyes tracing every curve and detail of your body, memorizing even the smallest details.

"You're still fucking breathtaking." He complimented, fucking you in a bathroom stall was something but having you bare in his own bed ment something to him.

The lights were dimmed as he undressed himself in a hurry, kicking off his baggy jeans and slipping off his muscle tank and jewlery as you waited patiently, watching his body move as his painted nails snatched the fabrics.

The then climbed on top of you, having you under him while his hands held your writs, restricting you like an animal with its prey.

Your hair spead on his pillows as he forced your hands above your head, then you suddenly heard a click.

You struggled to move your hands free from the metal restraints as he kneels in between your spread legs

"Ever been fucked in handcuffs before?" He asked slapping down his underwear, alredy springing out rock hard, white pearls on the top of his flushed and impatient tip.

"This is defenetly a first.." you confessed, who knew rave boys would be so deviant?

He positioned against you, tip just breath inside your heat.

The blonde slowly pushed in, making you feel fuller every inch that enters. You let out a sharp moan as he fully enters you. He curses under his breath, feeling you take him so nicely.

He lifted your hips at an angle to enter you carefully, he saw you, eyes closed and mouth agape moaning like a whore, he loved rave chick's but he felt something new with you, seeing you so vounrible he wanted more of you.

His hands wandered to your waist, caressing your soft skin keeping you planted on his sheets making you resist the temping bounce of his cock.

Black painted nails digging into your skin from pleasure. It stinged on your skin, yet everything still felt so good, so addictive.

Having a second round made the both of you even more sensitive than before. It was like everything got turned up a hundred percent.

Looking so fucked out from all the sensations, nails digging into you, cold metal around your struggling wrists, and cock plowing into you harder than ever.

He wanted to get you addicted, so cock drunk you couldn't think of anyone else, just him.

Using sex wasn't the best way to make someone fall inlove with you, but the way he handled you you started to second guess that fact.

Moaning into eachothers agape mouth, heavy breaths and moans echoed through the room.

Your legs wrapping around his waist to bring him deeper into you, your insides alredy the shape of his cock.

Prefect little cock sleeve. That's what he took you for in the moment, but he knew you were more than that after a little chat and vodka.

"You're such a good fuck, yknow that?" He complimented, breath and voice shakey as he reached his limit. He didn't know what to say nor what he could do to show you but all he wanted was for you to feel good.

And danm did you, insides so sore as the bed creaked from your joint movements.

"Kami' I don't think I can -" You cut off your sentence at the feeling of the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

His eyes looked at tours, half hooded and filled with desire. His head snooped lower, mouth almost against your neck feeling his impatient breaths against your skin.

You couldn't take it, everything was too much. The pleasure has gotten you overwhelmed as tears puddled around your eyes.

Nothing hurts. Nothing was uncomfortable. But the pleasure and pain pushed you past your fragile limits.

The knot snapped. Your eyes widen as you feel his warm seed inside you, making the mix fluids seep onto the bed sheets.

Legs shaking as your body was against his, hands struggling with the secure handcuffs.

You calmed down from your little high, as you caught your breath.

He looked up to see you.

His hair was a mess and a small drool at the corner of his agape mouth, his hooded eyes now at attention as he saw you.

Tear stains down your cheeks as you tried to find breath.

He panicked for a bit. He never had a girl cry during sex but why did he kind of like it?

Seeing you so satisfied to the point of tears made his alredy insane ego only shoot higher.

"You okay?" His voice smooth as silk. You nodded, thankfully for tonight.

A few moments later, out of the handcuffs, he has his arms wrapped around you for your comfort, your eyes barely opened.

Suddenly you sit up from him, releasing yourself from his cuddles, you didn't take him for the clingy type but you weren't complaining.

"I should get going. Who knows what time I'll be home if I don't start moving now." You say, a pout formed on his lips. He didn't want you to go anywhere.

Then an idea formed in his void of a brain "or you could sleep over" his suggestion was unexpected, you mean this isn't just a one night stand?

You asked him if he was sure. You thought he just wanted to hook up. You could tell he was kind of offended at your guess.

"No? I really like you and I think this could be something, maybe something serious if we try." He said, hand holding yours, "if you're down, of course."

Being his girlfriend the same night you met him was risky but whose gonna stop you.

"Yeah, I'd like that." Small smile formed on your lips as you snuggled against him one more.

3 years later, he still calls you 'sweets' stealing kisses from you and calling you 'sweetheart' if he's feeling cheesy.

Taking you to raves and motorcycle rides whenever he can. Making you feel divine every time you and him are together.

For 'just a guy at an EDM festival', he'd make a great husband.

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A/N : AHHHH, I've been waiting to write another RaveBoy!Denki fic! I'm so happy someone likes this promt as much as me. Thank you so much for the ask and suggestions, Anon! <33