#sean x m!reader

[arthurthethird]

First request for @arthurmorgansleftear

I hope this will be good enough since it's pretty much first request I do on here. Please enjoy.

Camp boahs comforting reader after Micah comments on their weight

Gn!reader

The day started calmly. Birds singing, fish swimming, rats wondering around the kitchen.

Speaking of kitchen, you decided it's a good time to get some food. You haven't eaten in a while and a good outlaw has to eat plenty, so you decided it's your time.

Speaking of rats, it so happened that one of the camp rats was sitting there. Not really doing anything else than sipping whiskey, a sight no one can be surprised about.

You calmly ignored him. You learnt that that's the best way for you to go on with your day without having to break his nose.

Yet he always asks for it.

Even now.

As soon as he saw you approaching, Micah immediately grinned.

"Didn't expect you here"

You stay quiet, only giving him a confused glance.

Now, depending on your silhouette, he'll find a way to get under your skin.

Either "Didn't you come here today already?" "And I've been wondering where all the food goes..." "Look at that, you'll soon have to buy yourself new clothes if you keep eating so much!"

Or "first time in a month, ey?" "You finally decided to eat! Everyone thought you're sick" "If you like starving so much, why are we wasting our food on you?"

He has his ways.

And we all know he doesn't have the perfect body either, so you try to ignore him.

Try to.

Of course, it doesn't end well, since you end up trying to hide your feelings.

It hurt. Of course it did, why wouldn't it?

You quickly walk away, not even bothering to actually eat something. You only hear his sickening laugh as you walk away.

He knows he has won.

~

Arthur's first reaction as soon as he heard that familiar laugh was to check what's going on.

Obviously if Micah's happy, someone's not.

You bumped into him just as he walked towards the place.

His hands landed on your shoulders as he looked down to you.

Now, Arthur might be an idiot, but he can easily read someone's emotions from their face.

You were hurt. Micah was happy.

That bastard.

He looked at you with a concerned look.

"what happened?"

You just mutter that it's nothing. That it's just Micah trying to get under your skin. And that's what takes him over the edge.

Arthur walks up to the blonde rat and punches him right in the face.

While Micah's busy cursing him out, he takes you by the arm, gently, but firmly, and walks to your tent.

You want to ask what is he doing, but before you can, he hugs you.

Telling you that you shouldn't listen to stupid Micah. You're beautiful and everyone in the camp knew that.

Then he brings you a bowl of Pearson's stew.

You try to decline but he basically shoves it down your throat.

"Don't listen to that son of a bitch. You have to eat no matter what."

~

Charles isn't even bothered at first.

He learned to stay away out of camp conflict, so he couldn't be bothered.

But when he sees that it's you who's stomping away from Micah, he quickly jumps into action.

He walks to you, asking what happened.

Even if you don't want to tell, he makes you.

As soon as he hears what happened, he goes for the rat.

You know that moment where Charles throws Micah because he said something assholish?

Yea, that. He does that.

After that he walks to you and sits you down for a proper talk.

And that means him telling you why the food's important and why you're beautiful no matter how much you eat.

Then he gets some food and goes to his own tent, pulling you along of course.

Proceeds to feed you.

"You need energy. Besides, I didn't caught that deer for you to not try it."

~

John immediately tries to locate where what is happening.

As soon as he sees you with Micah, he gets up and makes his way over there.

He heard everything while coming over.

Wraps an arm around you, covering your ears and proceeds to curs the snake out.

You stand there, not knowing if you're supposed to cry or laughed.

You just watch Micah's expression go from annoyed to confused.

You didn't even noticed that John leaded you away.

He went outside the camp with you and looked at you.

Proceeds to hug the shit out of you.

Telling you that you shouldn't listen because what you eat is your deal.

And it definitely shouldn't impact on your self image.

For one's he said something smart.

"I don't care what other people say about you, you're goddamn beautiful. And everyone in the camp knows that. Shut up, you can't disagree"

~

Hosea usually doesn't care about the camp fights.

Prefers to stay out of it unless it includes him directly.

But he heard you mutter something to yourself.

So he raised his head from the newspaper to see what was going on.

Oh boy.

He doesn't do much.

Just gets up, rolls the newspaper, walks to Micah and smacks his head with it.

He ignores the rat cursing him out. Instead walks to you and leads you back to the fire.

Similar to Charles, explains why eating is important, telling you that you're beautiful and who cares about what Micah says.

He gives you a hug, then encourages you to eat something.

If you don't want to, he'll leave you alone.

But definitely will come to check on you every night.

"You gotta eat. So what if someone cares, are you harming them with your food?"

~

Dutch heard everything.

He was smoking a cigar outside of his tent when he noticed the situation.

Immediately walks there.

"What's going on?"

Micah tries to show the situation to Dutch as lighthearted, but when he noticed the leader isn't buying it, he looked away grumbling.

Dutch proceeds to explain to him that they accept everyone and that he didn't care about Micah's looks when he took him in.

He then takes you to his tent, sitting down with you and asking what was that about.

Talks you through why you think what he said might be true.

Basically a therapist.

He then gives you a hug, telling you to eat something.

"we need you big and strong! Another job's comin'!"

~

Javier was playing his guitar nearby.

As soon as he sees Micah's mouth open, he stops, turning his full attention there.

As soon as he starts talking, Javier took his guitar, walks there and smacks his head.

Micah will definitely have a bruise, but who cares.

Curses him out in Spanish.

Then pulls you with him back to his tent.

He let's you vent about everything.

Then plays you a song while you lean to him, bummed out.

After that, definitely makes you eat something.

"I know it's hard mi amigo, but you have to try!"

~

Sean is confused when he sees you walking away without the food.

He didn't hear anything happening, he only knew that you went to eat.

He gets up, going to you.

"where's your food?"

You look at him and mumble you weren't hungry.

He's confused, but then looks over to where you came from.

Ah. Micah.

He narrows his eyes and walk over there. You try to tell him it's okay, but he doesn't stop.

"oi! Don't bother my friend!"

Basically screams at him to the point his accent is too thick to be even able to understand.

It doesn't do much, but you appreciate it.

He then walks over you and cups your cheeks.

"look, I love you Y/N, but I don't want to have to stuff food down your throat"

Tries to make you laugh.

Eventually ends up eating with you so you'll feel better.

[solarissun]

Bad Idea, right?

afab!reader x Derek Danforth

Summary: You drunkenly bump into Derek at one of his parties.

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, alcohol, drunk sex, oral (m receiving), choking, cheating, porn with (some?) plot, hard dom Derek, afab reader, p in v, P piercing, fingering, degradation, praise

A/N: I know I said I'd write a Sean fic but I just got severe Derek brain rot...

Enjoy!

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You’re not exactly sure what you’re looking for. You just know you need alcohol. Well, you’ve already had… two? Four drinks. But, what’s the harm in a few more?

As you stumble your way to one of the bars, you run headfirst into someone’s back. The stranger turns around, looking down at you. You immediately recognize him. Derek Danforth, billionaire playboy. You had worked for one of his many companies before, and your sorry excuse of a boyfriend was the reason you were even at this party in the first place. Derek and him used to know each other a while back but they haven’t spoken in years. He still dragged you to every single one of Derek’s insane parties, only to abandon you halfway through.

When the parties died down and you got too tired to keep your eyes open, you’d find him trying to sneak around with one of Derek’s hookers.

Derek pulls a vape from his pocket, his eyes fluttering as he wraps his lips around it and inhales. While he speaks, sickly sweet vapor blows into your face. “What’s a girl like you doing here alone?” His head tilts to the side as he takes another puff of the vape. 

“I’m not alone.” You cross your arms, your eyes not leaving his. A smile creeps down onto his face as he makes a big show of looking around you. “I don’t see anyone, sweetheart.” His voice is low and gravely, a telltale sign that he’s a bit tipsy too. The smell of whiskey on his breath mixes with the artificial vapor, making you dizzy. 

You take a step back, looking around for the man you came here with. Your eyes land on him sitting on a velvet couch, women with scandalous dresses surround him and run their hands through his over-gelled hair. Derek follows your line of sight, his eyes squinting as he sees him. “Really? That fuckin’ loser?” He laughs, throwing out more insults. “Are you really here with him?”

You look back over to Derek, your hands finding their way to your hips. “Why is that so shocking, Danforth?” He laughs, scratching the scruff on his chin. “I’ve scammed that bastard hundreds of times. He’s just a dumbass. He’s got no business being here with a beauty like you.” You know you should turn around and bolt through the front door. You also know it’s definitely a bad idea to tease someone a part of a family as powerful as the Danforths, but something entices you. 

Fuck it, it’ll be fine.  “Huh. In that case, I guess I’m not here with anyone then. Are you interested?” You give him a sly smile. “Oh, that’s cute.” He smirks, his calloused hands finding their way to your chin. He tilts your head up, bending down to put his face inches from yours. “Sorry, Honey. You’re drunk.” You shuffle closer to him, your noses just barely touching. His eyes flicker down to your lips, his tongue swiping over his own. “So are you.” 

He laughs, taking his hand away from your face and straightening back up. “Not enough.” He takes one last look over you, his eyes lingering on your breasts. He mutters something incoherent to himself when he turns to walk away. “Hey- Wait.” 

Your hand wraps around his wrist and you pull him back into you. His breath hitches in his throat as you press yourself against his crotch, already feeling his bulge. “You sure?” You slur, the alcohol taking over your senses and filling you with a burning desire you’ve never felt before. There was just something about the way his eyes undressed you, shamelessly focused on each curve of your hips. You want him, and you know he wants you too.

What you don’t know, however, is he’s almost ready to rip your tight little dress off and take you right there in the middle of the room. His frankly perverted thoughts are interrupted as you slowly grind against him, his pants getting tighter by the minute. He groans and doubles over, his hands gripping your waist. His fingers dig into the skin, making you whimper.

He groans with clenched teeth in your ear, “Fuck.. You’re just a slut, aren’t you?” His degradation does nothing but make the fire inside of your core burn brighter. You feel like you’re going to explode if he turns you down again.

“Please…” You whine into his chest as your hips slowly begin moving against his again. You glance around, noticing people begin to stare and whisper. Derek doesn’t even seem bothered as he grips you tighter. He curses again, every amount of hesitation pulled out of him. He grabs your arm roughly, finding the closest bedroom.

He quickly pulls you both in, pushing you against the door with one hand and locking it with the other. He pushes you further against the wall, his thigh riding up into your crotch, spreading your legs further apart. He yanks up your dress to your hips, your panties and legs exposed. 

His lips quickly find yours, his hands sliding down to your wrists. He pins them to the wall behind you, kissing you harder. You shiver as his tongue slides out and drags across your lips. Your lips part, inviting his tongue to slip inside. You whimper against him as you feel his tongue brush yours. 

The rough fabric of his suit pants grinds against the thin cloth of your underwear. You buck your hips against his thigh harder, your panties soaking through and turning the light green fabric of his pants dark. He bounces his leg against your core. You whimper into his mouth as his thigh continues to hit your clit. 

Derek’s lips wander to the skin of your neck, sucking the sensitive skin. You start grinding against his leg harder, feeling your stomach tightening. You moan louder as your back arches against the door. By the noises you’re making and the way your back is arching, Derek can tell you’re close. 

He whispers in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. “You wanna cum? Hm? You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” You nod and groan louder as his leg quickens and his grip on your wrists tightens. Just as you feel yourself slipping away, his thigh leaves your clit. You whine, feeling the euphoria quickly get ripped away. “You’re going to have to earn it, Love.”

His hands leave your wrists and grab your shoulders, pushing you to your knees. The rough carpet scrapes against your knees. You look up at him through your eyelashes, his crotch inches away. Without a second thought, your hands find the cool metal of his belt buckle. You quickly undo it, his pants falling to his ankles.

His tight boxers leave next to nothing to the imagination, the outline of his erection is very visible, begging to be free. You notice something sticking through the fabric. You quickly pull down his boxers, interested to see what it is. His dick springs up, slapping his stomach. He’s pretty girthy and he’s already leaking with pre-cum. The most striking thing, however, is the frenum piercing right below his tip.

You look up, raising your eyebrow. “Really?” He laughs, his hands tangling in your hair, gripping it. “Never seen a dick piercing before, honey?” You shake your head, millions of fantasies filling your brain. All you can think about is how the cool metal will feel sliding in and out of you as he stretches you out. He pulls your head closer to his erection, daring you to do something. “There’s always a first time for everything.”

Your tongue pushes past your lips, dragging it from the base of his cock to the piercing. The cool metal drags across your tongue. Your hand finds his shaft and you slowly drag it up and down his length, keeping eye contact the whole time. He looks down at you, biting his lip and grunting as your pace increases.

He throws his head back as he feels your tongue swirl around his tip, taking it into the warmth of your mouth. You slowly bob your head up and down, only going as far as the piercing. It drags across your mouth, the metallic taste overwhelming you. Derek’s hand drags you forward, your head pushing down further. The tip repeatedly slams against the back of your throat as his hips begin thrusting forward.

You gag, your eyes filling with tears. You scrunch them shut, your hands reaching out and digging into his thighs as he continues his assault on your throat. With every thrust, he tests you by pushing further and further. Spit drips out, dripping down your chin and running down the front of your chest.

The sounds of your gagging and choking fill the room as Derek begins groaning louder. His movements quicken, his grip on the back of your head tightening. Blackened tears from your smeared mascara roll down your cheeks, mixing with the spit and pre-cum.

Derek pulls your head back, pulling completely out of your throat. You begin to gasp, trying to catch your breath. Before you’re able to, he pulls you back forward, slamming into you again. No one has ever done such a thing to you before, and it overwhelms you. At the same time, you can’t deny you love it. The feeling of his fingers tangled in your hair and the feeling of him pounding into your throat fills you with nothing but pure lust and need. You buck your hips against nothing, your ruined orgasm from earlier begging to catch up to you. 

After a few times of Derek pulling out of your mouth and slamming back in, his movements get more sloppy. “God- Fuckk…” He groans loudly, not caring about the partygoers dancing right outside down the hallway. “I’m- I’m gonna…” His deep, gravely moans from earlier dissipate as whimpers leave his mouth. His lewd, almost pathetic noises flip a switch in you. You start bobbing your head faster, trying to match his rhythm. 

His hips stutter, and he slams back into your throat one last time. Hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat, filling your mouth with a salty-sweet taste. He doesn’t pull out until you swallow every last drop. Once he’s finished completely, he yanks you up, pulling you over to the bed. “You’re such a fucking slut…” He says as he gets on top of you, kissing down your collarbone.

He reaches behind you, unzipping your dress. He yanks it off of you, throwing it across the room. He quickly does the same with your panties, throwing them behind him as well. His eyes engulf your naked figure, not leaving a single part unseen. He resumes his earlier actions, this time kissing down to your bare chest. His lips find one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth. You moan as he swirls his tongue around it, pinching the other one between his fingers. He takes it between his teeth, gently pulling on it. You whimper, your arousal getting almost too much to handle. 

To your dismay, he pulls away, removing his hand as well. He glances up at you through his long eyelashes, his big brown eyes shooting through you. You grind your hips up against his, desperate for any friction you can get “You want more? Hm? Use your words, sweetheart.” He pins your hips against the bed, not letting you have any relief. 

“Please.. Please.” You whine. “What? Please what?” You throw your arm over your eyes, your face lighting on fire. You hate how much he’s toying with you, but at the same time, it just makes you want him so much more. “Please, please fuck me.” He smiles, a satisfied laugh leaving his lips. “Good girl…”

He spreads your legs open, his middle finger dragging through your folds. “You’re so wet for me already..” He gasps out, his eyes widening. His finger slowly slides into your pussy. You gasp as he adds another thick finger. Both fingers curl further up, pushing against all the right spots. 

You feel him lining yourself up with your entrance, his dick rubbing against your clit. His fingers leave you, quickly being replaced with his tip. You slap your hand over your mouth as he slowly inches in. You feel his calloused hand roughly yank your wrist down, pinning it to the bed. “I want to hear your pretty moans.” 

Your hips involuntarily arch up as he pushes you further. You do as he says, your moans getting louder. Your head begins feeling fuzzy as you feel a slight burning. You don’t know how much more of him you can take. Finally, after what feels like centuries, his hips meet yours. The feeling of his piercing sliding against your walls is something you’ve never felt before. But you definitely don’t hate it. 

He leans down, his lips capturing yours. He slowly begins thrusting his hips, groaning into your lips. He continues to thrust slowly, making sure you’re comfortable.  “More... Please, Derek.” You plead, getting exhausted from his painstakingly slow pace. He pulls his lips away from yours, looking down at you. A smirk creeps onto his face,  his eyebrows furrowing. “You sure you can take it?” You pull him back down on top of you, only whimpering out his name.

He immediately pulls out, slamming back into you, hitting your G-spot. You scream as he begins to relentlessly pound into you. His teeth find your neck, biting the skin beneath your pulse You dig your fingers onto his bicep, your fingernails leaving divots in his skin. Your back arches off of the bed as he continues to mindlessly ram into you.

He hoists your legs up over his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs. He mumbles out praises as he watches you squirm under him. You feel yourself climbing closer and closer to the end, your legs already beginning to shake. His hand shoots out, gently squeezing your throat. You start getting dizzy, your vision blurring. 

Skin slapping skin fills the room, loud music still blaring from outside. Sweat rolls down your neck, your fingers digging even deeper into his arm. He starts groaning even louder as his thrusts start to have no rhythm. He tenses up, gripping onto you harder. He slams into your G-spot one last time before cumming into you. The feeling of his warm cum coating your walls throws you over the edge, nothing but bliss spreading through your veins. Your whole body shakes as you come down from your high.

He pulls out of you, laying down next to you. You sigh, his cum dripping out of you and running down your leg. You're sweaty and hot, but you don’t regret a thing. If you could, you’d do that a hundred times over. You look over at him and he gives you a suggestive grin.

“You should let your boyfriend drag you to my parties more often…” 

[chochuuya]

flu confession.

kazutora hanemiya x fem!reader

notes: classic old school fluff, shy tora (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

wc: 587

his voice is so stuffy over the phone.

“hurrgh,” kazutora groans. you can picture the scene now— him swaddled in layers of blankets, desperately trying to get over the flu. it’d be funny if it didn’t sound like he was two seconds from sneezing every time he spoke.

you call out his name and he goes, “huh?” in return. “oh, i didn’t mean to call somebody. uh, i’ll hang— achoo!”

you chuckled in response.

“poor you. get well soon, kazutora. don’t worry, i made extra notes and got you the handouts for the lessons you missed!”

“no, no, hang on,” he says, sniffling. “don’t go.”

his voice is strained, but he still sounds grateful for the time. “you don’t have better things to do? like... hang out with friends or whatever?”

“it’s 4 in the morning man..”

“yeah, uh, true.” he pauses, “what’re you doing up so late?”

“can’t sleep haha, plus it’s raining. i thought i could listen to some songs down the nostalgic lane.”

“oh, you’re a music girl, hmm?” he grins behind the screen, you can tell he likes the sound of that. “whatcha listening to?”

“not really.” you chuckled softly. “oh, right now.. don’t laugh but it's beautiful girls by sean kingston. kinda random, i know.”

hanemiya raises his eyebrows. “that’s a catchy song. i’ll be honest with you, though, most would’ve said taylor swift or... uh, i dunno, i’m running out of examples.”

he laughs, “so do you usually stay up this late all the time or is it the storm?”

you laughed along. “honestly, both.”

“yeah, i’m with ya there. the rain’s pretty relaxing, but it’s also kind of lonely.”

he pauses. “can i ask you something?”

“sure, what’s up?”

“you’re not gonna think it’s stupid?”

“let’s hear it first.”

“well…” he gulps, “do you think we’d make a good couple?” his voice is shaky but he says it anyway.

that made you sit straight up, staring at the phone in disbelief. the time keeps on running and you still couldn’t believe your own ears.

“..why would you think that, kazutora?”

“well.. i’m not sure, really. i just...”

he trails off, ‘just’ almost turning to ‘got a crush on you’.

“never mind,” he says quickly. “i’m just tired and sick. i shouldn’t say things like that.”

“i, uh.. it’s fine.” you chuckled nervously.

shoot i don’t even know what to say, you thought to yourself.

“yeah, okay.” he sniffles again. “can... uh... can you keep a secret, (y/n)?”

“of course.”

“okay. so, uh…”

there’s silence for a moment. kazutora takes a deep breath, then spills his guts. “i’m really into you.”

the boy blushes but he swore it’s just his fever acting up. “i’ve thought about it for a while, but i didn’t want to ruin anything. but we always get along and you’re really funny. and pretty.”

he clears his throat. “‘m i embarrassing myself?”

“no.. not at all, kazutora. thank you, you’re so sweet. i think you’re kinda cute too.” you let out a nervous laughter.

“wait, really?” his voice is a jumble of different emotions. surprised. happy. relieved. nervous. he doesn’t try to hide them very hard.

“are you just saying that?”

you laughed quietly at his remark. “no, i mean it.”

“oh. okay then.”

tora’s heart is about to jump out of his chest, but when did it ever listen to him before?

“so... do you want to hang out sometime?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. “when i’m not dying of the flu, of course.”

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

so so cute (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) please do like/reblog/interact if you enjoy reading this hehe, always appreciated ♡♡

[squishi-bunni]

Sean Diaz x Reader Oneshot:

Kitchen Counters

This is a request from @happy-sad7. They requested this back in September lmao - sorry that it took so long to do! Hope you enjoy it :)

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni fem!afab!reader, teenage Daniel, Blood Brothers ending.

“Hey Sean! Y/n!” Daniel yells from the front door, “I’m going out to the market. You guys need anything?”

Sean looks at me questioningly; I shake my head. “Nah! Just what we need to refill the fridge.”

“Alright! I’ll be back in a few hours!”

“Don’t be out too late!” I tell him.

“I won’t! Bye!” Daniel slams the door behind him and runs down the driveway. I hear the car start, and he drives off.

I get up from the couch and stretch. “I’m going to cook dinner with what we have left in the fridge,” I tell Sean.

Sean smiles at me. “I’ll join you, mi vida.”

We get to the kitchen, and as I reach for the rice in the upper cabinet, I feel Sean’s arms snake around me. I smile, melting into his touch. His stubble tickles my neck as he leaves soft kisses on my skin.

“We don’t get as much alone time in the house…” he says, kissing my ear. I shiver from the contact.

“Mm… yeah. It’s summer break, so Danny’s home more often.” I lean more into his body, letting him press up against me.

“Can I tell you something, Y/n?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

I nod.

I chuckle. “I’m wearing these because it’s hot, baby.”

“Those little shorts of yours have been driving me crazy all day…” His hands venture from my waist to my thighs, grabbing at the supple skin.

“Yeah, but you also look hot.” He continues kissing my neck.

I turn around, wrapping my arms around you and kissing you hungrily. “Do you intend to fuck me eventually instead of just teasing me?”

He smirks. “I fully intend on fucking you.” He picks me up and places me on the counter. “Right here…”

“Sean, this is where we prepare food,” I scold.

“I don’t care. I’ll just disinfect it later and it’ll be fine,” he says. He kisses me hungrily, lips against my neck and fingers digging into my thighs.

I moan softly, unable to control it. “M-mm! Sean… the bedroom isn’t that much of a walk from here, we can—ah!” He lifts my tank top, taking advantage of the fact that I’m not wearing a bra and latching his lips around my nipple.

“I’ll take you right here… we can always just clean up later~” he says. He smiles at me softly.

Desperate myself, I give into his wants. “F-fine… you’ve riled me up enough that I don’t really care either.”

He smiles. “Good…” he trails kisses up my inner thighs, hands fumbling with the elastic of my shorts. He pulls my pants and panties down in a single motion, letting them slip and fall to the floor.

He licks his lips, staring at my dripping cunt. “Oh, amor… fuck you look delicious.” He licks a stripe up my pussy, separating my wet folds. I squeak softly, my hand finding my way to his hair. I feel him smirk against my cunt before diving deeper, licking and sucking on my clit in a way he knows will make me scream.

“Sean~” I moan, gripping at his hair. “Fuck~ Yes baby… that feels so fucking good.”

He groans softly, letting my hand guide him. His hands grope at my thighs, squeezing them to hold me in place as my body bucks against his mouth. He wraps one arm around my waist to hold me in place so he can make better use of his other hand. His fingers slip inside, curling and thrusting up against my G-spot, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

“Fuck Sean! I-I’m cumming!” I moan, walls clenching around his fingers rapidly. He lets me ride out my high, giving me soft kitten licks before pulling away from me.

“You always taste so good…” he says, licking my slick off of his fingers. I look down and see the tent in his shorts. My hands reach to pull his pants and boxers down. He smirks. “Impatient, are we?”

“Well, we don’t know when Daniel will get back from the store… and I want to fully take advantage of our alone time~” I bite my lips, pulling him closer.

“True, true,” he chuckles. He pulls my hips forward, positioning himself at my entrance. “I might have to have you later tonight in our bedroom, we’ll just have to be quiet.” He thrusts into me, causing me to gasp.

“That’s usually a bad idea—mmh~!” I grip his shoulders, arching my back from the pleasure. “Both of us are bad at keeping q-quiet…”

He groans against my ear. “I don’t care… I just want you…” He kisses me hungrily, fucking me relentlessly.

“Sean… I’m gonna cum again…” I moan.

His fingers dig into my hips, his groans almost turning into growls. “Mmm… let go for me baby~”

I moan loudly, reaching my climax. My walls clench around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. “Sean~”

He cums not soon after, dumping his load inside of me. We stay like that, sweaty and panting.

He pulls out, grabbing some tissues to clean us up. I hop off the counter, legs wobbly. He helps me stabilize, getting the both of us dressed. I kiss him, grabbing some disinfectant wipes and wiping down the counter.

“We’ll need to a lot more than that, amor,” Sean teases.

“I know! But it’ll suffice for now. Just… don’t let anyone use that counter for now.”

He chuckles. “Alright, love.” He kisses me. “I love you, Y/n.”

I kiss him back. “I love you too, Sean.”

Daniel returns 30 minutes later, waving at us as we sit on the couch, watching TV. “I’m going to go set the groceries on the counter,” he says, heading towards the kitchen.

Sean shoots up, chasing after him. “Actually! Let’s not do that, enano.” He grabs the groceries from Daniel's hands and sets them on the table instead.

Daniel raises his eyebrows. “Uh… why?”

“Just… because…” Sean smiles awkwardly.

“Okay… whatever…” he looks between the two of us suspiciously before going back up to his room. At least he doesn’t seem to suspect anything.

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Hiii could you please do a smau for mick x toto’s daughter aka Wolff!reader ? 😍 plot could be anything you like

Gorgeous

(mickschumacher x ynwolff)

warnings: none

a/n: i hope you like it !! sorry for the long wait 😅

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yn.wolff ditched school for a race. no one tell my dad 🤫

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mickschumacher you ditched school for the race and not to hang out with me 😭 im hurt

yn.wolff hey stop exposing me here !!

mickschumacher 🫢

susie_wolff 🤔 - toto

mercedesarmy someones in troubleeee

lewishamilton great to have you back in the paddock my dear ❤️

yn.wolff ❤️❤️❤️

mercbuddies63 i wanna ditch school for a race too

mercbuddies44 me too !!!!

susie_wolff what is the excuse letter i have to write this time 🤔 - dad

yn.wolff that i missed my dad and went to visit him 🥺

susie_wolff hmm ok. 👌🏼- dad

susie_wolff when do i get to write that excuse letter

yn.wolff when i come for the F1A race at the end of the month

susie_wolff great. already written

hammertime where can i get parents like this

geoooooorgee id be homeless if i did this

mercedesamgf1 Glad to have you back ❤️

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georgerussell63 you skipped school for us ??

yn.wolff ofcourse i did. came all the way to Australia to see you not race

georgerussell63 🙄

alex_albon shots fired

yn.wolff you werent any better lex

alex_albon hey i come in peace. at least you didnt have to watch the race alone.

yn.wolff i didnt have too i had company

albonofans not alex trying to justify his dnf 😂

danielriccardo great to see you again little wolff

yn.wolff ❤️❤️❤️

yn.wolff when do i get to see you again ?

danielriccardo we will see. soon i promise

mickcedes who is the guy ? why so sneaky

hammertime a mercedes guy for sure.

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mickschumacher 🌊+🦘+🇦🇺 =❤️

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jackdoohan i want a beach volley rematch 😠

mickschumacher NO

jackdoohan YES

galaelized can i come ?

jackdoohan yes the more the merrier. you will be on my team

mickschumacher hey not fair i want sean

jackdoohan too late 😝

dookiesquad they fight like a bunch of kids

schuminis mick soft launching his girl 😍

mickiemick i wanna know who she is

micksquad i heard she is a surfer girl too 😍

mercedesarmy i bet you yn wolff is gonna be pretty jealous rn. her bestie has got a girl 😶

micksquad omg i did not think of this 😭 lesser yn and mick 💔 im not ready for this

yn.wolff who is the new chick

mickschumacher oh you definitely know her

yn.wolff do i ? hmm do i like her ?

mickschumacher absolutely cause i love her 😉

yn.wolff if you say so

danielriccardo oh so thats why she wasnt free 🤔

ricfans who is “she” ??? we need to know

kikiay he knows something!! spill please

paddockgossips so she is someone already known in the paddock? interesting 🤨

f1wags not yn making sure everyone knows she approves

micksquad this is why she is the queen of the paddock

ginaschumacher ❤️❤️❤️

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yn.wolff ocean blue eyes, looking in mine, i feel like i might sink and drown and die ❤️

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mickschumacher meine liebe, ich liebe dich ❤️ (translation: my love, i love you)

yn.wolff i love you more ❤️

ginaschumacher ahhh my favourites!!! welcome to the family! ❤️❤️

yn.wolff thank you ! ❤️

carmenmmundt finally i have been waiting for this! ❤️

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alex_albon YES FINALLY !!! its not a secret anymore

lilymhe im so so sorry for him 🤦🏻‍♀️

lilymhe my babies ❤️ @mickschumacher take care of her if not ☠️

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mickschumacher i promise !! damn you are scary

mercedesarmy i spoke too soon 🤡

micksquad my jaw is dropped! im speechless! i love them so much

mickcedes damn those lyrics hit different now

lewishamilton ❤️

susie.wolff YN!!! thats not the point of a car !!! -dad

mercbuddies HAHAHA toto is the best !!

susie.wolff welcome to the family mick! we love you guys❤️

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mickschumacher thank you ❤️

jackdoohan not taylor again

yn.wolff hey dont say that !! its taylor all day, everyday !

jackdoohan fine 😐 promise me during roadtrips we have songs other than taylor

yn.wolff ofc we will have harry styles and one direction too

jackdoohan @mickschumacher SAVE ME

mickschumacher im switzerland

jackdoohan 😦

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mickschumacher you’re so gorgeous ❤️

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yn.wolff ❤️❤️❤️

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charles_leclerc you guys are datingg ?!!?!

yn.wolff why are you shocked ?? you knew

charles_leclerc oh right i did

pierregasly so see you next race yn 🤔

yn.wolff sure if you can convince my dad to write another excuse letter

pierregasly @mickschumacher you got to think of a reason

mickschumacher why me ?

pierregasly cause her dad will say yes to you

susie_wolff 🤔 - toto

jackdoohan OMG not you and the lyrics too

mickschumacher 🫶🏼

mickcedes and to think you couldn’t love him more 🥹

micksquad WHEN WILL IT BE ME ?!?!?!

georgerussell63 ❤️

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elenaberri planning our double date soon ❤️

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Going to the club - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, fighting, blackout drunkeness. Nothing too serious though.

Type: Blerps a little sprinkle of HC

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Going to the club with the muses and how they’d react or feel and what they’d do. Just a little messy fic, trying to get my creative juices back.

Notes: I pledge allegiance to Sean Paul.

Jason Voorhees: What a lost little baby, he doesn’t like the loud music or the bright lights at all. He’s kind of frozen, just standing by your side, it’s so hard to keep up with you. He likes to watch you dance and enjoy yourself though, but he starts to zone in and out as the night goes on. If you get him used to it, he slowly would become used to the surroundings and eventually would come out of his shell. It’d be so cute to watch Jason dance around in his little corner with his colorful drink that’s too small for his hands.

Michael Myers: Will not move at all, no matter how much you bump your hips into him, trying to get him to dance with you. Michael will follow you anywhere, but that doesn’t mean he has to participate. You may be getting drinks and he’d be standing right beside you, but even turning your back for a second, he’s gone. You’ve gotten used to that. When you’re dancing on the floor, you then catch a glance of a familiar mask. It’s nothing that you’re not used to, but it definitely would be more fun if you got him to budge, either way, rest assured yours and your friends’ drinks are safe with him.

Tiffany Valentine: LOOOVES IT. Would go to the club every night if you asked. Dressing up would absolutely be her favorite part. Tiffany would love to help you with your make up and choosing your outfit. If you’re really about it, she would pregame with you. She would encourage you to drink s o  m u c h. If you meet her energy, you absolutely have to plan for after, getting food and getting home, however if you don’t then you may have to take care of her even a little into the next morning. It’s not anything new to you two. Tiffany definitely loves to have fun and going to the club, dancing and drinking without a care in the world would be one of the best date ideas you could come up with.

Billy Loomis: Is literally only down because he wants to see you in a short skirt or dress. That’s it. He likes the drinking too, but nothing that can compare to a horror movie party at Stu’s. Billy wouldn’t suggest going to the club, but he wouldn’t oppose to it. Would watch you get ready, staring you down from the corner of the bed as you put your make up on. He’s pretty much only drinking at the club and watching you get loose, swaying back and forth with hair tangling across your face without any rhythm. It’s kind of cute and kind of hot.

Stu Macher: Would love to go with you, he may not be as enthusiastic as Tiffany, but he loves to drink. When would Stu ever miss the opportunity to see you get dressed up and drunk? If he ever does, he made you promise him to shoot him. Stu would not be shy to let loose with you, ordering drink after drink, dancing until you literally cannot stand anymore. If the crowd matched his energy, you’d catch him climbing the stage and pretending like he’s grinding on the pole fully dressed. The headaches incoming are going to be gnarly, who’s turn was it to take care of the other this time?

Patrick Bateman: Is used to going to bars and clubs of all sorts, mainly high end ones. Patrick wouldn’t say no to your suggestion, not opposed to having a drink or two. You wouldn’t catch him shitfaced though. He kind of is just there to make sure you don’t get out of hand and embarrass him, but at the same time, he’s there to show you off knowing his friends would have a thought or two of lust cross their minds. He’d be an excellent caretaker for a hangover though, he knows exactly what to do but he also wouldn’t be accommodating to your circumstances, after all he warned you after the fourth drink you ordered.

Leatherface: Also kind of a baby, but an excited baby. At first he’d be scared, absolutely, but after some reassurance and encouragement, he’d be dancing next to you feeling the beat of the music. He doesn’t like the taste of alcohol, but he doesn’t really need liquid courage to sway his little hips around. He would be an excellent hangover caretaker, always making sure you had enough cold rags on your forehead and water. Of course he’d be ready to go next weekend, he didn’t have to deal with that headache.

Harley Quinn: LIIIIVES to go have fun and going to club with you sounds like the perfect night. Dressing up and putting on makeup is definitely fun, but actually getting there and dancing and drinking is the highlight of the night. You never have to worry about any creeps when you’re with Harley. Some nights you get shitfaced, why even hide it. Either way, I would say Harley would probably be the most fun out of the list to go clubbing with. Waking up in an alley is not totally unusual, but most of the nights you make it home safely, whether it’s back home or back to Ivy’s. Usually Ivy is the one nursing you both back to health.

Poison Ivy: Would get a little drink or two, but mainly is looking out for you and Harley and Selina. Not that she would absolutely have to, but she likes to be a little more on the cautious side when it comes to you three. Not to mention Ivy would be the one alongside Selina to make sure you four look stunning. Ivy would absolutely dance with you for a few songs before going back to your table. 10/10 Would be ordering bottle service. Not a fan of you guys going home with anyone, but wouldn’t stop you unless she had a reason to.

Bruce Wayne: Doesn’t like the clubbing scene too much but will go with you. He has a playboy appearance to keep up with anyway. He would definitely use this as an opportunity to get some intel that maybe batman couldn’t. Orders drinks for everyone at his table to seem drunker than he is, but really he’s trying to figure out why a certain ambassador is visiting the grimy scene of Gotham’s underground club. Won’t dance though, as much as you want to get him to. He’s content at the table keeping an eye on you as you sway around in the center.

Jason Todd: All for it. Can’t guarantee that there won’t be a bar fight because someone touched you or someone you’re with. Other than having to be cautious with Jason’s temperament, it’d be pretty fun. He doesn’t mind the music or the drinking, it’s the time to let loose and have fun. Honestly, to your surprise Jason is a pretty good dancer. Hope you’re not the jealous type because he definitely has hungry eyes all on him. Jason doesn’t get drunk too easily, but he’s a bit of a baby when it comes to the hang overs. After a few painkillers, he’s ready to go again until you’re the one yelling at him to lay down.

Steve Rogers: Actually kind of down. Would help you choose your outfits and whether he admits it or not, he would try to match you, whatever you were wearing. Steve actually wants to see what all the hype is about. Most of the time he’s enjoying himself, just swaying from side to side with a drink in hand, watching you dance. Of course he’d be the one to make sure no one got handsy, therefore you and your friends could enjoy themselves. Loves to see you enjoy yourself most of all and honestly wouldn’t even hesitate to go next weekend and the weekend after that if you’re free of course.

Bucky Barnes: Is a tad bit more reserved than Steve. He wouldn’t be necessarily ecstatic to go to the club, not if it wasn’t for a mission. Still, somehow the thought of you going alone just didn’t sit right with him. Honestly kind of awestruck with the way you doll up to go to the club. You were there to have fun anyway, why not add a little glitter to your hair and face. It looked mostly like you were going to a rave, but either way, Bucky refused to peel his eyes off of you, from the bar to the floor. Kind of like Steve, he’s watching you from afar, keeping the creeps off of you. You would literally have to drag these men to the floor if you want to see them move at all.

Loki Laufeyson: Clubbing isn’t really his scene, but if you insisted on going, Loki was sure as hell going with you. Of course he would see this more of a Tony or Thor kind of scene, but he can’t help to smile to himself upon watching yourself enjoy the music, the dancing, the drinking. It was the time and place to let loose and after a hard week, it was exactly what you were going to do. After going to the club scene a few times, Loki would grow more comfortable with it, opting to follow you to the floor and move around a little more.

Cloud Strife: It’s not really his comfort zone, but he would oblige to follow if you wanted to go. He’s mostly brooding and standing nearby with his arms crossed and stone frown. No matter how many times you try to convince him that it’s fun, he doesn’t seem to get the hint. Not until you put your foot down and ask him to dance with you. Showing him how to move with the rhythm of the beats, he seems to catch on faster than you’d expect. Though he’d never admit it, it was actually kind of fun. Not to mention, seeing you dressed up and ready to dance until your feet couldn’t hold you up anymore, it definitely helped.

Spencer Reid: Like many others, maybe it’s not where he’d spend his free time, but he’s had his fair share of going to clubs, many times being mistaken to be underage. It’s not until you continue to plead for him to follow you to the floor that he does. You don’t need him grinding on you, but you want to move around to the music near him. You wanted him to have fun too. It’s definitely a way to begin teaching him. After a few drinks, Spencer would absolutely become the life of the party and the hangover party too. After his pounding headache the next day, he’d swear to never do it again, but then it does happen again. 

[unmaskthewriter]

Scars {John Marston x GN!Reader}

Summary: Unable to sleep, you begin to examine John’s scarred body.

A/N: a very short little blurb I wanted to write.

Warnings: bad memories, scars from violence, mentions of character death

Word Count: 500+

You lay in the large bed, the covers barely draped over your naked form. John lay beside you, fast asleep, his arm lazily draped along your bare hips. His breathing was calm, and steady.

The fireplace has long burned out, leaving a soft chill in the room. Through the drapes, the moonlight leaked into the room. Carefully, you turn to face John’s sleeping form. Your gaze travels his skin as your gentle fingers come to touch his bare chest, tracing over various scars and old bullet wounds now healed. Sometimes, he’d tell you the origin of a few of the scars. Having been a member of the gang for some time prior to its dissolution, you were aware of his marred cheek from the wolf attack in the Grizzlies, and the bullet wound in his upper arm from the last train robbery. Your fingers traced the different dips and grooves of each scar, almost admiring the story it would tell.

“What’re doing…?” John mumbled sleepily beside you, his eyes still closed. You didn’t mean to wake him due to your own insomnia, having since decided to distract yourself with his scars and what some would call imperfections.

“… ‘m sorry… couldn’t sleep.” You speak softly, your hand traveling upwards, past his neck to brush some loose strands of hair from his face. All of his scars, those memories — you wouldn’t be where you were without them. Sometimes, you wonder if the others were okay, even if they had gone against Arthur, John and yourself in the end. All those who died before the end came, perhaps they were the lucky ones.

Mac.

Davey.

Kieran.

Sean.

Hosea.

Lenny.

Molly.

Susan.

Arthur.

If it weren’t for Arthur and his sacrifice, you and John would have been caught by the Pinkertons, or killed.

It’s near impossible to forget the weeks and months following yours and John’s escape from Dutch van der Linde and the Pinkertons. That consistent fear of being figured out, and turned in, or somehow always feeling out of place even in towns you resided in or near before the gang’s fallout. The arm draped over your waist pulls you in closer as John buries his face in your neck.

“Coulda told me… stayed up with you.” He responded tiredly, still half asleep. His hot breath meets your neck and you shudder.

“Wasn’t worth waking you up over, love.” You whisper back. John worked hard to create a life for the both of you, a life that didn’t include gunslinging and robberies. Those days were long gone. Lazily, John places a kiss on your shoulder. As his chapped lips meet your soft skin, all worries melt away.

You try to imagine a future without John; a future where the left side of the bed is empty, and cold… a future where you are alone, barely surviving. You silently prayed the day would never come.

“I love you, John… I really do.” You speak softly, only to be met with snores. Smiling softly, you press a kiss to his temple and close your eyes, welcoming John’s warmth and comfort as you slowly fall back into dreams.

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addicted in the afterglow

DATE: OCTOBER 11, 2022

summary: you and harry despise one another, but have close mutual friends. at your friends’ party, the two of you get into an argument. when harry’s contradictions shock you, you consider if you’ve become addicted in the afterglow.

request: yes!

song: Afterglow- driver era!! (fucking love this song)

words: 4.6k

warnings: SMUT BITCHES (f- receiving [choking, rubbing, fingering, a little nipple play, mild edging] m- receiving [slight hair pulling, scratching] protected sex, dirty talk!!), language, loads of dialogue as always

note: part 2 is here!

frat/college!harry x college!reader

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There were a lot of things in the world that you liked. Loved, even. Some of those things being your family (most of them), your dog back at home, your school, and your friends. You were grateful for so many things and tried your best to appreciate them. Your friends would say you’re one of the most kind-hearted and modest people they’ve ever met. Your friends meaning Sabrina (Rina), Raquel, and Rina’s twin brother Sean. You were probably most appreciative of them and for encountering them in your life. However, when they decided to bring other people into your little circle, you second-guessed their decision.

At first, you felt slightly offended like maybe you weren’t a good enough friend to each of them. But that changed the second Sean brought one of his friends to one of your “Hang Out and Hangover”s. Hang Out and Hangovers are kind of in its name; you all hang out after a long week of lectures and drink at someone’s place. The next day usually results in headaches and strong coffee, so that’s why it has to be somewhat planned out. You’re not really the impulsive type, as your friends would say.

But when it comes to Harry, the newest addition to your used-to-be perfect circle, you become everything your friends say you aren’t.

Harry is… appealing. He has this chestnut hair that spring curls naturally but he covers them with a hat. An annoyingly sharp jawline that he’d probably cut you with if he got the chance. He’s every girls’ dream height at a solid 6’0. He has the persona of a stereotypical frat boy, yet he still gets any girl he wants (but you would never, ever admit that to him).

You could stand him from a distance. Well, you could have. Past tense.

The day you actually talked to him shocked you, even though it shouldn’t have. Why wouldn’t the semi-popular frat boy be a dick? Why wouldn’t he be so arrogant? Why wouldn’t he flat-tire the back of your shoe? Or make sure the elevator was closed before you got on it? Or switch the song on the aux just because it was your favorite song? Anyone else could do the same things, but for some reason when he did it, it felt personal and on-purpose.

He joked around constantly with Rina and Raquel, and yes, they would agree-to-disagree occasionally, but he never had full-blown arguments with them like he did with you.

On one Friday night when you all decided to get together, you didn’t know Harry would be coming. Your friends knew you didn’t “fancy” him or whatever they said, but tried their best to make you two civil. But he didn’t know you would be there, either.

Which makes no sense because it was at your house.

“Oh great, he’s here. When were you guys going to break the news? Attention, attention, the biggest dickhead on the planet just walked through my living room,” You dramatically pretended to act shocked and put your hand on your heart. He closed the door behind him and rolled his eyes.

“It’s always a pleasure to be with you, truly. And for the record, I didn’t know you would be here, either.”

“It’s my apartment!!”

“Ohhh, I thought it was Raquel’s place. Now the horrible interior design makes more sense,” He says so sarcastically and mockingly, you wished you could wax his tongue off. You step closer to him, slowly closing in on him.

“Please! I bet my place looks ten times better than yours! Oh wait, you don’t even have your own place,” You sass back, crossing your arms. You’re pretty sure he just moved in with Sean and Rina.

“Having roommates means cheaper expenses. And I get to hang out with my friends. Work smarter, not harder, babe,” Harry taunts and it drives you cynical. Your friends just stand there awkwardly while you shout at him and he acts nonchalant. You’re nearly chest to chest with pointed fingers when the ding of the doorbell shuts you both up.

“Here,” Raquel said, annoyed while chucking the bag of food in between us. “I got some food. Maybe you two will finally shut up.”

You hadn’t even noticed Raquel left to get take-out, but how would you with Harry practically spitting his minty gum in your face?

The rest of the night was quiet to everyone else, but between you and Harry, it was loud. You would give him a snarky look every time he happened to look at you and he would stick his tongue out mockingly. It was like children fighting on a playground with you two; immature and useless. Similar scenarios went on for months. But after a while, your friends just decided to leave themselves out of it.

The only reason why Harry is even in your mind right now is because Rina is trying her very best to convince you that ”he’s not that bad”. You’ve heard the same story for months.

“Y/N, he’s really not that bad,” You almost laughed because she’s just so predictable when it comes to this situation. “I know he can be a little… into himself—”

“A little? That is the most conceited man I’ve ever met! Or should I say boy?” You shake your head as you look in the mirror. You comb through your hair softly, even though you’re frustrated about Harry. You can’t take out your fury for Harry on your luscious hair.

“You can’t expect him not to go. It’s Sean and I’s birthday for crying out loud. We’re not just going to have two different parties because you two are big babies who can’t stand a night together,” Rina falls onto her back, laying on her bed. “and he kind of lives there now.”

“Just kick him out for the night. Or forever!” You turn to Rina and act like you just invented something unheard of.

“You know what?” She lifts herself from the bed and heads toward the mirror. “we don’t need to focus on him tonight. You know that one guy from Literature class? He’s gonna be there.”

Your eyebrow perks up as you glance at Rina in the mirror. She nods up and down in confirmation until you’re both squealing like little girls. You haven’t been on a date in what? A year? Your recent hook-ups have been kind of lousy, too. And Rina is right, you need to not focus on Harry tonight, and just be free-spirited. And who knows, maybe something will happen with that guy from your lecture.

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When you first got to college, you didn’t like the idea of partying. You had been to a few in high school and it just wasn’t your thing. But you realized that the problem was that you weren’t with the right people. Now every time a party opportunity approaches, it’s hard to say no.

Raquel said she was going to be late to the party, so when you and Rina had finished getting ready, you set up the party as best you could. There was a table with snacks on them and another with drinks. However, the good drinks were under the counter. You knew those would be pulled out later in the night.

Their house was relatively small for three people, but being in college with a house isn’t easy. But it made decorating fast. There was a large banner across a window and some balloons tied to the stairs. Although it’s their birthday, it wasn’t really a birthday type of party. But people should at least know what’s being celebrated. Speaking of people, you had no idea who was going to show up besides that guy from your Literature class. Since it’s Sabrina and Sean’s friends, it’s probably going to be a pretty packed house tonight.

The party was planned to start at around eight and was already packed by nine. You didn’t even really know that you knew this many people until they said what’s up or heyyy as you passed them. It wasn’t until around ten, though, when you saw the real life of the party waltzing into the room.

Of course he’s late to a party at his own house. He’s just too cool for that.

Harry would smirk and half wave at girls as he walked by them. He’d fist bump his “homies” and laugh ridiculous loud for no reason. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and attempt to avoid gazing at him at all costs. Even if you found him the most annoying man boy in the world, you couldn’t deny the fact that everything he did was unbelievably hot (when his mouth was closed).

He had this confidence that was cocky, but his charm would hide it. The way he would lick his lips in the middle of a conversation distracts you far more than it should. His hand around a red solo cup along with a solid silver ring on his middle finger looks so natural— why did you wish his hands were somewhere else, though?

On you, maybe?

Your wild thoughts are disrupted just by the man who’d caused them. Harry comes up behind you as you’re refilling a bowl with chips.

“You look like you’re having a great time, really,” Harry shouts with his iconic sarcasm that you just love oh, so much.

“The best!” Your own sarcasm pops out. You weren’t having the worst time, you’re just a bit bored.

“Why don’t you go and dance with me? I know you got some moves,” He gets closer to you and you can feel his breath on your ear. Your breathing hitches in your throat for a moment before responding.

“I’ll pass—” You barely got to finish your sentence when you felt a light tap on your opposite shoulder. Nate, the guy from that lecture class, was standing next to you. Your eyes grew wide in a panic.

“Hey, I just wanted to know if maybe you wanted to dance..?” He looks at you, before noticing Harry, and then has the same, wide eyes as you. “Um nevermind, sorry.”

“W-what…” Your shoulders drop in disappointment and confusion as he walks away. You didn’t want to chase him because maybe he found the actual person he was looking for. Plus, chasing isn’t attractive, right? You turn to your right, forgetting Harry’s presence. You look at him for a single second and see… something in his eyes. He plays it nonchalant like he didn’t do a single thing.

“What did you do? What did you say to him?!” You shouted over the loud voices and booming music.

“What? I did nothing. He looked at me and got scared,” He shrugs off defensively with raised eyebrows. Harry takes another sip of his drink, and your growing frustration got to you, so you slapped it out of his hand. There was maybe a drop in the cup, not much left. His eyebrows raised again, but he didn’t even flinch. He knows that he’s ticking you off. You stomp away up the stairs because you needed to cool off. You are acting immature right now, but goodness, he brings out the worst in you.

The party didn’t halt nor notice your little incident with Harry and you were grateful. Harry makes his way upstairs soon later, honestly concerned for you. He knows he upset you, but he doesn’t know that you also kind of upset him. He catches you right as you’re walking into the bathroom.

“Y/N—”

“What, Harry? What do you want?” You pull your arm away from him and eye him irritatingly. You were looking at him directly and could see him thinking. The cogs in his head were spinning and you were impatient.

“Were you really going to dance with that bloke?” Is the first thing that came out of his mouth.

God, he’s such an idiot.

“Oh my God, of course you came all the way up here just to tick me off more.” You pushed him by his chest, but he grabbed your wrists, stilling you. Your breath hitches again slightly, like it did earlier. You mentally refuse to let him affect you, so you brush it off. You look up at him as you both stand in the doorway of the bathroom. He quickly checks behind him before shoving you two into the tiny room.

“God, you make me so mad,” He says through clenched teeth. He pushes you against the counter and you forget how to breathe.

Lungs? What are those? Air? Oxygen? What…?

However, you get your senses back. A little bit, and shake your head.

“I make you mad? Are you joking? You’re the one that scares off the first guy that seemed genuine!”

“Pfft, that bloke just wants to get in your pants—”

“Oh what, and you don’t? God, you just think you’re so much better—” One of Harry’s hands releases your wrist and latches onto your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but you halt your rant and then you actually forget how to breathe. Harry holds both of your wrists with one hand while the other puts little to no pressure on your throat. Harry drifts even closer to you now.

“You never know when to stop talking, huh?” He taunts you while slightly nudging your head up. You instinctively roll your eyes because that’s just what he makes you do. Everything he says is just worth an eye roll. But he doesn’t like that. Every time he sees you roll your eyes, he just wants to… fuck. He doesn’t know. But he did know it got under his skin every time and he just wanted to make you shut up. He adds more pressure to your neck as a note that he doesn’t like that.

“You always roll your eyes at me. Am I really that annoying?” He teased, while rubbing your chin with his other hand. He runs over your bottom lip slowly enough so that he can see all of your bottom teeth. When he releases it, it bounces back and you bite it nervously.

“Yes,” You choke out, still being choked by him. You can feel your wit and smart-ass remarks getting to him by the amount of pressure under his fingertips. His head tilts closer toward your ear and you’re sure he can hear your racing heart.

“You just never learn do you?”

“What’s there to learn? You’re the world’s greatest dick—” He pushes your legs apart and lets go of your neck, with that, you naturally sit up straighter. Your heart beats intensely as you wait for him to do something since he likes to interrupt you so much.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to teach you then,” He kisses down your neck softly, teasingly so. The tender kisses contradicts the kinky act of choking, which still wasn’t enough for you. You wish you could just push him off of you and be fine, but you were pulled to him. Your body yearned him the second that he touched you. You wanted more, but you hated begging. But you had a feeling he loved it. Right above your collarbone, he bites and sucks, making you gasp as you bite your lip. His tongue glides across your skin so effortlessly and his teeth sink on one of your pressure points and you nearly moan out. You can feel the beat of the music from downstairs throughout the whole bathroom. Suddenly, he releases himself completely from you and rests his hands beside you on the counter. You thought he was going to leave you high and dry, so you shouted.

“You’re such a fucking tease! God, I was right, you are a dick,” A fire was burning inside of you both that was fueled by frustration and lust. You were ready to get up and leave, but you didn’t want to. He doesn’t even think twice before smashing his lips onto yours and locking the door to the bathroom while doing so.

The kiss was not pretty; your teeth were clashing and your lips were squished. Your lip gloss was all over him now and his tongue gladly roamed your mouth. He hummed against you, loving your taste. You smelt of orange juice and vodka, while Harry smelled like minty beer. A shock struck between your lips, which ignited something in you. Your hands rested on the baby hairs on the back of his neck, which you used to pull him closer to you. He lifted you onto the counter, temporarily breaking you two apart.

You both discard your shirts, throwing them behind him. His chiseled torso shocked you every time you saw it. You always tried to act like it didn’t affect you, but he was a walking turn-on. His tan skin was littered in creative tattoos, and you instantly rubbed on his angel wings. He steps closer to you, moving his hips toward you.

“I like these, but they don’t fit you. You’re more of a devil type,” You sass, looking at him with a sarcastic smile and a lip bite. Harry reaches behind you while giving you a quick are you sure? look before proceeding to unclip your bra first try.

“Don’t get so cocky, we all know who’s in control here,” He smiles sadistically at you, and your little smile fades. You clench your thighs together, but he pulls them apart again. His hands are warm and rough on your legs. He runs them up and down, until he’s just rubbing the insides.

“Harry, we don’t have all night! If you’re going to fuck me, just do it!” You whisper-yelled. You didn’t want to beg, but God, were you getting desperate. This is the nearest you’ll get to begging. Especially for him.

“Aw, is the princess getting impatient?” He mocks, thumbs edging towards your aching cunt. You despised these thick jean shorts you were wearing right now because every time you moved at all, you would feel a light friction on your clit. It wasn’t nearly enough to get you off, so you needed Harry to just rip them from you already. Maybe it was your turn to tick him off…

“I bet Nate would give it to me. He’s probably good, too. Oh, can you imagine how big he probably is?” That caused Harry to make an animalistic sound that nearly shredded the rest of your clothes right there. Before you knew it, your shorts were gone and your underwear was being stuffed into your mouth.

“Not much of a talker now, yeah?” Harry smirks. You could taste your own arousal, which turned you on even more. He grabs your wrists in one hand, stopping you from touching anything.

“You’re so infuriating. Talking about other men while I have you spread open for me. I can see you dripping all over the counter,” He rubs you achingly slow, right on your throbbing clit. He increases his rhythm, giving you more pleasure. But you needed more. “tell me it’s for me.”

You roll your eyes. Of course, he has a praise kink. That makes his mountain size ego make sense. He stops rubbing you and you nearly whine as he removes the underwear from your mouth, dropping it beside you. You’re so desperate and so frustratingly needy, you nearly want to beg.

“And if I don't?” You breathe out, staring at him right in the eyes. His eyes are strong and you almost back down. He puts his free hand on your breast, pinching and twisting the bud. You arch slightly into his touch.

“Then it’s going to be a long night, isn’t it, princess?” You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek. His hands still hold your wrists as he drifts back down to your clit. Harry rubs you quickly, waiting for your response.

“Tell me Y/N. Who made you this wet?” Harry can hear your juices spreading around as he rubs you. When you don’t immediately answer, he flicks you and you jump. You bite your lip, adding a few seconds before you give in. The need to come continues to increase as you withhold your pleas “speak, or I’ll stop.”

“You!” You couldn’t help it— you gave into him. The rough pads of his fingers and his irritatingly attractive words were making you crazy. If he stopped, your body would never forgive you. Before your eyes tightly close, you see Harry arrogantly smirk.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Go on,” Harry inserts rapid fingers in you, curling them oh, so good. Your arousal was slushing in and out quickly, along with his fingers. He edged you enough and you were about to come fast.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Harry!” You whine out his name as you reach your peak. Seconds before you release, his fingers are removed from inside of you. Your climax dangles in your stomach, forgotten.

Your irritation from earlier becomes even more vehement now. You were about to slam Harry’s head into the door, before his loud mouth speaks.

“You can come around my cock,” He basically growls as he vastly unbuckles his belt and unzips his strangled jeans. He slides down his boxers and you can’t deny that he’s pretty big. You feel more arousal leak out of you just looking at it. You nearly roll your eyes again when you see him pull out a condom from his jeans.

Of course, he brought condoms to a party. Why are you letting him fuck you again?

Because he’s just so… ugh. You don’t know the word.

Feeling dazed, you feel Harry rubs himself on you for a few seconds before slamming into you without warning. You try your best not to scream out, for the sake of the party, but also for Harry’s ego. You gasp loudly, as he goes in and out roughly.

He cannot know how much you actually enjoy this.

Your hands wrap around his neck naturally, scratching crescent moons on the sides. His moves are fast, yet deep, making you clench around him hard. When Harry finally moans in your ear, you don’t stop the strong reciprocating one that leaves yours.

That must mean he likes it too.

Harry growls, attaching his lips to your neck, probably to quiet his sounds. When you begin to reach your climax again, your legs get tense. You bite your lip to near bleeding so you don’t alert the whole party.

“God, Harry,” You groan out, clutching his hair with your right hand. You can tell you’re both close because everything is messier; you’re about to fall off of the counter, Harry’s strokes are sloppier, and your grip is everywhere.

You’ve both been dying for release.

“Come, Y/N,” He wasn’t asking; it was a command. Somehow, his assertiveness brought you over the edge and you finally came. Hard. The sensation was such a relief, you loudly moaned without caring who could hear. Harry groans by your ear as he releases into the condom, moving slowly in and out. You rub your clit to calm your body and breathing. You hadn’t realized how deprived you were until the weight of your sexual rut was gone.

Once you come to realize what actually happened, you blink and instantly grab your underwear. Harry had already been pulling up his jeans by then.

“You,” You grit out. Your breathing wasn’t completely calm and was definitely wavering as you zipped up your jean shorts. “are not allowed to tell anyone about this, okay?”

“Me? Why would I ever do such a thing?” He says innocently, followed by a devilish smirk. His shirt falls over his head and covers his sculpted abs.

You hate to think about it, but those abs will be missed.

“I’m serious. If anyone, especially one of our friends finds out, I will personally kill you. I will torture you until you can’t take it anymore,” You successfully clip your bra and arrange your shirt correctly. You look in the semi-foggy mirror as you attempt to tame your hair.

“Sounds kinky. But don’t worry, princess, no one’s gonna find out how I made you beg for me,” Harry stands behind you, looking at you through the mirror. Your eyes widen at his words and you turn around.

“Harry!”

“Yeah, it sounded just like that—”

“I fucking swear to—” A knock interrupted both of you. Sudden panic rushed through your body as your mouth became dry. Harry eyed you with a finger over his lips. You stay silent, listening to him, as the stranger soon walks away. You release a breath you didn’t know you were restricting.

“See? That is why we can’t do this. That was too close. I’m leaving and we’re never speaking of this again,” You slowly open the door and peek near the area. When you fully exit, you try to act as relaxed as possible.

You feel flushed and flustered, but that can easily be mistaken for alcohol or dancing. You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen because you need another drink. Maybe seven because you’re feeling a bit too sober after what just happened.

Rina suddenly comes behind you, startlingly you.

“Where have you been, girl?! I haven’t seen you all night!” She shouts over the booming speakers and loud people. Your gut wrenches suddenly in guilt, feeling the weight of being a liar.

“I was dancing with Nate,” The lie flew through your mouth and you bit your cheek. Your clench your solo cup in your hand. He probably left a while ago because of what happened earlier. You wouldn’t blame him.

You’ve never been a good liar. Clearly. But maybe it was easier to lie to a drunk person…

“Ooo, I’m so drunk right now! Did you know that Raquel heard two people fucking in the bathroom? She thinks it was Harry, and I wouldn’t be surprised. Oh, this is my song!” The song changes to Rina’s favorite dance track, which causes her to slip away back into the crowd of dancing drunks. As she drifts away, that gut wrenching feeling becomes more intense when you take in what she just said.

Raquel heard you in the bathroom. Oh fuck. She doesn’t know it was you and Harry though. Hopefully, she is extremely drunk too and doesn’t remember a lick of tonight.

You hate to admit it to yourself, but that sex with Harry was really good. It wasn’t like the typical sex you have. It wasn’t intimate and loving, or soft and sweet. It was rough and fast, and you really liked it. You’re kind of left in a state of shock because you know it won’t ever happen again.

He had control over you. And even though it was Harry out of all people, there was some type of passion beneath it all that just aroused you so much. Stuff like that is what gets people addicted. And you couldn’t be… addicted to Harry.

You knew everything was now messed up, yet a part of you was satisfied and relieved.

It was one time. You can’t be addicted.

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Securing Reservations | Billy Butcher x m!reader

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↳ ❝ heyyy bud, is me Aldo on a brand new blog and I have a request :]

If you could write the prompt "Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now you fucking stupid bastard! You fucking bastard!" Whit Billy Butcher from the boys and an m!reader I would absolutely adore that!

Like maybe getting kicked out of a restaurant somehow or just him arguing whit somebody about restaurant reservations, also some soothing from the reader afterwards, anything unhinged and possibly gore-y is welcomed :]

Have a nice night too! - @slutordo ❞

: ̗̀➛ getting reservations for swank restaurants is a ball ache, but when it comes to you, Butcher is at least willing to try... however that looks.

: ̗̀➛ eyeball gore, gore, fighting, swearing, smoking

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You and Billy had decided a while ago that Sundays would be your date nights, as usually, there wasn’t much going on those days and it tended to be a lot quieter than normal; you both took turns planning where you would go and when, and while his ideas were often relatively small and intimate, yours weren’t exactly huge and extravagant either.

The biggest thing that the two of you ever did for date night was when you had had the idea of going into the city centre to check out the holiday markets that were littered along the high street; stalls adorned with various cheeses and chocolates and beers, clothing and jewellery, different little trinkets as well as every form of media from old school vinyls to blu-ray DVDs.

Billy wasn’t huge on the big and flashy, the lavish and luxurious; a pint down the pub and a takeaway chip shop meal would do just fine and he could grin and brag about it for the next week.

Yet, he knew that you deserved better than that; he scrimped and saved and skimped whatever he could, knowing that you deserved better than a pint down the pub and some shit Chinese takeaway.

He was trying his best, for fuck’s sake.

It was Saturday night, when Billy found a fancy restaurant that was taking cash reservations, but there were only a select few left, and the queue consisted of him and some fucking Vought cunt who proudly wore the company’s name on his briefcase beside his full name - Sean Patrick Bale; Billy clenched his jaw, eyeing him up.

He was muscular in build, but the type of muscle that was lended more to starvation and constant exercise rather than actual strength; neatly styled dark brown hair that came down to his white shirt collar; hazel eyes that were full of malice and contempt.

He wore a long black coat that went down to his calves, designer black shoes, designer black blazer, designer black trousers. Designer white shirt. Designer red tie with a subtle white pattern.

Billy knew the type, shallow and all shout flaunting Daddy’s money; he knew the type, middle class White men from suburbia who got into the big business because Daddy got him a high position job.

The type of cunt who went to that type of restaurant frequently; clearing his throat, Billy dared to approach, tapping him on the shoulder as he smiled falsely.

“Sean!” He hoped he sounded friendly enough as he leaned back slightly. “What are you doing here?”

Sean looked disgusted, sneering at Billy as he scoffed. “Who are you?”

Billy grinned, licking his lips. “Y’know, Donald! From accounting!”

Sean rolled his eyes, he never much cared about those on the floors beneath his office, so he sighed, and upon realising there were other people around, forced himself to smile. “Right! How could I ever forget! I’m so sorry, Donald! What are you doing here?”

Gotcha. Billy did his best not to laugh as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, smiling. “Well, I was just gonna book a reservation for me and my… partner.”

Don’t be too obvious, Butcher. He knew what Sean was like, the contempt held for anyone different. He had to watch his fucking mouth, but Sean merely shrugged as he nodded slowly. 

“What a coincidence,” Sean hummed. “So am I.”

“Tell you what,” Billy hummed, taking a quick look around. “Why don’t we got a smoke, eh? Only us two here, anyway.”

Sean was apprehensive, but shrugged as he followed Billy into the alleyway; the fucking cunt kept muttering under his breath about how much he hated to spend time with underlings, and once the two were well out of earshot and eyesight, Sean sneered at Billy once again. 

“Look, man, I’m not in any position to fucking promote scum like you,” he started, “and I’m certainly not going to fucking promote someone who dresses like he hasn’t seen an iron in years… do you even summer outside of the State? No. You’re just a-”

Billy didn’t hesitate, grabbing the back of Sean’s head and slamming it against the nearest wall; the bloody imprint stayed there as Billy dragged Sean’s face up and down the harsh bricks, slowly grating away the sloughing skin right down to the muscle.

But Billy wasn’t done, putting Sean on the floor and straddling his waist; he brought his fist up, slamming it down against his face again and again and again until he could hear the crunch of teeth falling from gums. The grinding of bone.

But the cunt was still breathing, so Billy pulled the knife from his back pocket, and shoved the blade into Sean’s eye; he could feel it pop as it deflated upon the blade, blood and fluid spurting as he dragged the knife out before slamming it into the other eye. He grinned as the blood spat upon his face. 

“Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now you fucking stupid bastard!” Billy howled, plunging the knife into Sean’s throat and dragging it down to his sternum. “You fucking bastard!”

Panting heavily, Billy got up, and wiped the blood from his face on the back of his leather jacket before he went back to the restaurant; the only one in the queue, he managed to get the very last one available, and relief crashed over him like wildfire as he smiled calmly.

He checked his phone, and nearly grinned when he realised that he had a text from you asking to meet at the end of the street; a slight skip in his step, he was surprised when you prevented him from hugging you, tilting his head and furrowing his brows. 

“What’d I do?”

You gestured to the wet patch on his leather jacket, daring to smile a little. “Care to explain?”

Billy shrugged, lighting up a cigarette and offering one to you. “Nothin’ really, just some cunt from Vought got in me way.”

“Billy,” you gently took his hand, examining his knuckles. “Look at your hand, love.”

He did as told, his gaze dropping to his knuckles for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak; but he knew that you were already a step ahead, as usual and as always, so he just raised his brow slightly, and frowned. “What?”

“I appreciate what you did,” you said soothingly, shaking your head before pressing a kiss to his bloodied and bruised knuckles. “But you don’t have to get violent, y’know. I would’ve been okay to have gone anywhere else.”

Billy scoffed, taking a step back as he lit up the two cigarettes. “Would you, though?”

You nodded, taking a long drag as you hummed. “Bills, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy to be and do whatever the fuck. I do not give a pig’s tit, as long as I’m with you.”

“I got the reservation.”

You grinned, doing your best not to laugh as you shook your head so fondly. “Fuck’s sake… you’re a nightmare, y’know, my favourite fucking nightmare.”

At that, Billy grinned. He knew that he had done right by you, and if he was honest?

The fight had taken a lot of the frustrations of the week from him as well; he was just about ready to take you home, to spend the night doing whatever you liked, and then getting to bed quite early.

He wasn’t so tense about everything, and he wasn’t so on edge either. But then he looked into your eyes, and even more of that tension dropped as he gently reached for your hand and held it rather tightly; not enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough that you would know he was actually listening, and that he did actually want you to open your mouth.

“You’re too good for me,” he told you. “Y’know that, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes at the remark. “Billy. I’m your boyfriend. As far as I’m concerned? We’re good enough for each other as long as we’re happy.”

[saragarnier]

Secret Revealed

Summary; y/n got shot during his shift and Jay found the guy who did it.

Pairing; jay halstead x reader

Warning; blood mention, angst

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Dating a detective from the Intelligence wasn’t something you had planned of when you took the job in the 21st district; you needed a change, you needed a new place where to start a new life with new opportunities and the 21st was the best place for that, for you. You dreamed of becoming a detective for years, after all it was your dream when you entered the police academy, and meeting the Intelligence Unit and Sergeant Voight was the best for you because all your dreams seemed to be more realistic. Dating a detective from the unit was risky, it really was, especially since sergeant Voight didn’t like in-house romances.  You heard of Kim, that got rejected for the job the first time because of her new relationship with Adam Ruzek, one of the detectives, and you didn’t want it to happen to you too.

Everything with Jay happened so fast that you didn’t even realize at the beginning; you found yourself in his bed one time, two times and after that almost every night. It was beautiful, it really was, you just couldn’t end it because you really started to feel something for him. You didn’t know if it was the same for him, but you hoped so because you were really falling for him. Everything was done in secret: you never called him by his name at work but jus “Detective Halstead” as well as his colleagues, you never looked at him too much, afraid that someone would have noticed, and you always kept it professional. Sometimes you were both seen at the Molly’s, but every time you were seen together, your partner Roman and his colleagues were there too, so that it didn’t sound suspicious.

It was difficult, it really was, especially when you saw him with his vest on; it looked so damn hot, and it was difficult for you to resist him. The same was for him though, especially since the uniform you wore during all your shifts looked so good on you; sometimes Jay just wanted to take you in an empty room and kissed you for hours.

That day it was just a normal one: you kissed Jay on the lips before going back to your apartments before the start of the shifts, you arrived at the station at different times as usual and you just wished to each other good luck before starting your shifts. Roman was already waiting for you when you arrived there, and you immediately smiled at him.

“Good morning sergeant, hi Sean.” You smiled at your sergeant Trudy Platt, behind the desk, and at your partner, that already had the keys in his hands.

“y/l/m, Roman, be careful.” Trudy recommended as always, not looking at you and trying to sound like she didn’t care at all; you knew Trudy very well after almost three months in the district and you really loved her. She was strict but also very sweet, even if she didn’t want anyone to notice that part of her character.

“Thanks Sergeant.” You smiled and you turned around, ready to leave the district to start your shift as a patrolman. Your eyes met Jay’s, that was entering in that moment. You smiled softly at him, then you looked away and you passed him, saying “Good morning, Detective Halstead.”

“Good morning, Roman, Y/l/n.” He smiled back, then he walked towards the stairs to go upstairs, where the rest of the Intelligence worked.

“You know, you don’t have to pretend when you’re with me.” Said Roman when you both entered the car; you looked up at him with a confused look. “I mean, you and Halstead. I Know that you’re dating. You don’t have to pretend to be professional when you’re with me: I won’t judge you, any of you.”

You didn’t think that someone discovered about your secret relationship, and you were shocked when Roman told you so; you were speechless, you just looked at him.

“I won’t tell anybody, y/n.” He reassured you, smiling softly. “I know that you’re not sleeping your way upstairs and I know that you are both good at keeping it professional, so it doesn’t bother me at all. Besides, I also think that you shouldn’t be ashamed about it because I don’t think Voight will actually care. I mean, he offered the job to Kim when she was still with Adam.”

He was right, but you just couldn’t lose the chance to realize your dream job just because of a relationship that wasn’t even official. You saw each other every day at work and at night after shifts, but you didn’t know if he felt the same for you, you didn't know how serious it was because you never actually talked about it before.

“it’s just… I still don’t know what we are right now. I... I think I’m actually falling for him, but I don’t know if it’s the same for him, you know. I just don’t want to ruin things between us and keeping it a secret is easier.” You told him, sighing and watching outside the window, paying attention to the street and to everyone, in case something wrong was happing.

“I can understand that… keeping it a secret gives you a reason not to tell him the truth and at the same time you avoid the possibility of being rejected, but you have to tell him the truth. He deserved that; don’t you think?”

Before you could even think about it, someone called for you at the radio.

“To all units, we registered a silent alarmed at 2058 W. 22nd Place.”

You looked at Roman and you both nodded, he turned on the sirens and you answered the radio immediately. “2116 squad, we’re just two blocks aways; we’re responding.”

“Copy that 2116 squad.”

When you arrived at the scene, you both noticed three guys wearing black balaclavas exiting the bar with three black duffle bags. You exited the car, and you pointed your gun at them, while Roman did the same.

“CPD, stop!” You screamed.

Everything happened so fast that you couldn’t even hide behind the car: all three of them took three semiautomatic rifles from the duffle bags and pointed them at you.

“Gun!” Roman screamed, hiding behind the car just in time; you tried to do the same, but you were in a worst position, and you had to do all the way around the car to hide. You really tried to do it in time, but you found yourself on the ground before you could do it.

Roman didn’t noticed it at the beginning, he called for help on the radio and he returned fire.

“10-1, 10-1, shots fired at the police! Three offender wearing black balaclava. We need backup!” He said, turning around to make sure that you were okay; when he didn’t see you, he became pale, and you screamed your name. “Y/n! Where are you?”

He looked around and he finally saw you on the ground, on the other side of the car, breathing hardly and with blood all over you. “Y/n!” He grabbed you from your vest and he dragged you behind the car, grabbing the radio.  “Officer down! Officer Down! I need an ambo at my location right now, my partner had been shot!”

You looked at him, pain all over your body. You saw how worried he looked, and you immediately understood that it was bad, really bad.

“Y/n, stay with me please, stay with me!” He took of your vest, applying pressure on your chest where the bullet hit you somehow. “Help is on its way, stay with me please. No, no, no…” He said, seeing that you were losing consciousness; you wanted to say something, but you didn’t have the strength to do that. You passed after some minutes and all you remembered after that was darkness.

At the district, in the meantime, Jay was coming down the stairs when he was stopped by Sergeant Platt, who looked worried as hell; she almost looked like she aged ten years in just few minutes and it wasn’t a good sign, not at all.

“Halstead!” She screamed in panic. “Go upstairs and call down the whole Unit now!”

Jay, confused, began to buzzed himself up with his handprint. “What happened?”

“Y/n’s been shot. Now get Voight!”

Jay thought that the world went down; it was like a nightmare. He rushed upstairs, catching everyone’s attention. “Voight! Y/n’s been shot!”

He was desperate, he couldn’t think straight and all he was doing was hoping that you would have been alright, that it wouldn’t have been too much bad. He let Hailey drive, knowing that he wasn’t in the right mood to do it; Hailey was the only one that knew everything about you and Jay, she knew that Jay was falling in love with you, and she knew that he must had been difficult for him. She drove as fast as she could, arriving at the scene just few minutes after. Jay got out of the car immediately and he ran towards Roman and you.

When he saw you on the ground covered with blood, he almost passed out too. It was too much to handle, it was too much heartbreaking seeing you in that state and, worst of all, the ambulance hadn’t arrived yet.

“What the hell happened?!” He asked Roman, taking off his own jacket and pushing him aside to be able to apply pressure on her wound with his jacket. A towel would have been better but that was the best he had with him.

“There were three guys! We didn’t know they were armed; I hid behind the car, and I returned fire, then I looked for her and I found her on the ground. The bullet went through her vest. The offenders ran away in a black SUV with no plate when I stopped shooting at them… I needed to help her.”

Jay looked at your face and cried; he didn’t notice that at the beginning, but he did when he saw you being brought on the ambulance, with Roman at your side. He wanted to come with you, he really wanted to follow you inside the ambulance, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to let Voight know that he was to much invested: he wanted to catch the guys that shot you and he would have at any costs.

“You’re crying, Jay. Hide your tears if you want to work on this case.” Hailey told him, whispering to his ear when she saw Hank Voight arriving at the scene too. Jay wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, smiled softly at Hailey as a thank you, and he turned around to face his sergeant.

“What happened?” Hank asked, looking at them and at the stain of blood that there was on the road, where you were till few minutes earlier.

“Three guys, wearing black hoodies and black balaclavas, they robbed the bar and shot at Roman and y/l/n when they arrived. Roman responded to fire but he let them go when he discovered that y/l/n got shot. He covered her and saw the guy running away in a black SUV. No plate.”

“The bullet got trough her vest.” Added Hailey. “She was hit in the chest, and she didn’t look great.”

Voight looked away from the blood stain and looked at his detectives.  

“I want everyone in the unit to look after these bastards, am I clear? They hit one of us and they’ll regret it.” He said, firmly. He looked at Jay and Hailey, then at Kim, Adam and Kevin that went to ask some questions to the bar clients in case they heard or saw anything important. “I want the videos of all the security camera in this block. Find the SUV, find them. They must have left a trace behind themselves. And let me know everything about Y/n state, okay? Now let’s go, we have three offenders to catch.”

Jay really wanted to catch the guys that shot you, but he also wanted to be by your side, he wanted to go to the hospital and make sure that you would have been fine, he wanted to be there for you. He just couldn’t forget you on the ground, covered with your own blood, unconscious. It shouldn’t have happened to you, and he should have been by your side, not in the district doing some paperwork.

“We can stop at the hospital for a moment if you want to.” Hailey whispered while Jay and her were walking towards the car. “Just ask me and I will bring you to see her.”

Jay nodded, sitting in the passenger seat and looking out of the window; he really wanted to know how you were, he really wanted to see you, hoping that there will have been good news for him. He just couldn’t lose you, not since he hadn’t told you yet that he loves you, not since he needed you by his side, he needed to see you smile at him, he needed to hug you and kiss you.

Why that happened to you? Why you of all people?

At the hospital the only thing you discovered was that you were still having a surgery and that your conditions were critical; he also found Will his brother, in the hallways and he immediately stopped him, asking him to let him know if anything changed. He wanted to be the first one to now if something happened to you, he wanted to know about the surgery and about your condition as soon as it was possible. Will reassured him, but Jay was still worried as hell.

Back at the district, everyone was working hard on the case, trying to identify the offenders, and trying to understand what really happened. Why they robbed a normal bar? Why they used guns for just some cash?

Something wasn’t right about it and Jay was sure about that.

“Okay, we found some bullets on the road and ballistic identify them. They used Armor-piercing bullets, that’s why the vest didn’t stop them.” Kim said, placing a pic of you on the with board as well as the photo of the bullets found on the scene.

“What? Who were these guys? Armor-piercing bullets are not that easy to find.” Adam noted, looking at the photo from his desk. “Why bring those kind of weapons just for a robbery in a normal bar?”

“It can be just that.” Pointed out Jay, shaking his head. “Are we sure that they only robbed the money from the register?”

Voight nodded slightly and looked at them. “Burgess, Atwater, go get the owner of the bar, they have to know something. Bring them here and put them in the interview room. Ruzek search everything that you can found about the owner, everything. Halstead, Upton, i want you two focused on the black SUV.”

“Copy that Sarge”

They worked on the case for hours and hours and finally they identified the offenders and the reason why they choose to rob that bar, which was just a good cover for diamonds trafficking. When Jay caught the guys that shoot at you, he felt angrier. He really wanted to kick him, to beat him up, to put a gun to his head. He wanted revenge, he wanted revenge because you were still fighting for your life inside the hospital.

“Jay, Jay stop!” Hailey tried to stop him, she really did, but Jay didn’t listen to her. He broke down him and he started to hit him in the face again, and again, and again till someone stopped him.

“Stop it, Jay!” Adam kept him away, while Voight looked at him from distance; he noticed that Jay was different during that case but he didn’t think about that possibility, he didn’t think that one of his detective dated one of his patrolmen without him knowing. He immediately recognized the signs with Ruzek and Burgess at the time but he didn’t with Jay and you.

Before he could even try to talk to him, Jay got a call from his brother and he immediately answered.

“Will, how’s she?” He asked, feeling his heart beating hard and fast. He couldn’t even breathe normally, he just couldn’t think normally. He was so scared and the only thing he wanted was to see your eyes open again, your smiled on your face.

“She woke up, Jay.” Will told him. “And she asked for you.” He added.

Jay’s smile spread all over his face, happy to hear that. He was really worried and he was scared for you, but knowing that you would have been okay made him feel better again, made him feel alive again.

“I’m coming.”

He didn’t ask for permission, nor he asked Hailey to drive, he just told Kevin to bring Hailey back at the district and he ran outside, towards the car; arriving at the hospital was probably the longest drive he ever did, with all the anticipation of being by her side again.

He ran towards your room and, when he saw Roman in front of it, Jay immediately gulped and looked at him. “I’m here for y/l/n.” He said, using your last name to be discreet and to still hide your relationship, knowing how much you wanted to become a detective of the intelligence.

“Don’t worry Halstead… I already know about you. Just get in there, you are the first think she asked about after she woke up.”

Jay felt his heart beating fast, nodding slightly and thanking Roman for what he said and what he did, stating with by your side all the time. “Thank you, Sean.”

The police officer just nodded, then he walked away towards the vendine machine while Jay entered your room. You were there: laying down on the bed, pale but with a small smile on your lips.

“I heard you were worried about me.” You said, smiling softly and taking his hands in yours; Jay smiled in response and he took a seat next to your bed. “Maybe I should got shoot more often.” You joked, caressing his hand softly.

Jay chuckled and shook his head, then he kissed your hand and he smiled wider.

“That’s my detective chuckles!” You said, making him laugh and smile even more.

God, that’s why he loved you.

“Don’t you dare to do such a joke anymore, okay?” He whispered, caressing your hand. “I can’t have an heart attack every time you got shot.”

“And why not? I love to see you worried about me, you know?” You really was somehow relieved knowing that he was worry about you, because you hoped that it was a sign of his feelings for you.

“Oh yeah? Seeing the love of your life covered with her own blood isn’t that good, you know.”

You froze, looking at him with tears in your eyes; he didn’t even think about what he said and, at first, he didn’t realize it till he saw tour face. He tried to apologize, thinking that you didn’t love him back, but he was interrupted by your hand on his mouth.

“Don’t you dare to say anything.” You whispered, afraid that he would have took it back. “I love you too and know please get up and kiss me because I can’t bend over to you.”

Jay didn’t make you repeat again, he smiled, got on his feet and he bent on your bed, placing his lips on yours in a deep and sweet kiss.

You both dis it without thinking, you were just too happy, too involve in the moment that you didn’t notice the rest of the unit, as well as Voight, outside of your room.

But you didn’t care about it, you didn’t care about his “No in-house romance”, you didn’t care about it.

All that matters for you both was to be together, as a couple.

“Secret revealed.” You whispered to his ear, seeing all his colleagues outside the room.

“I don’t care. I won’t stop loving you just for his stupid rule. I don’t care about anything but you, babe.”

“I love you, Jay.” You whispered. “But next time, tell me about your feelings before getting shot, okay?”

He laughed with you, nodding.

“Deal?”

“Deal.”

[azures-bazar]

Night owls 

I've been wanting to write a Kieran Duffy one shot FOR AGES. He's my ultimate fave along with Sean and Arthur and I deeply wish we could give him a good hug in game. 💔 OMG I MESSED UP WITH THE TITLE IT'S "NIGHT OWLS"

Next mission : Part 2 of Fairest of Them All ! I already have the whole plot, now I just need more time :')

Please excuse my aweful grammar mistakes. Like I said, I'm mostly writing these one shots by night due to my new job ! I can take requests if wanted, it might just take some time. ☀️

Kieran Duffy x GenderNeutral!Reader 

Word count : 2.5k

Short summary : You and Kieran are two night owls who found one another on the dock of Clemens Point to gaze at the stars.

Tags : cute, our favourite horse boah, Chapter 3, Clemens Point, Kieran being cute asf, insecurity, stargazing

"O’Driscoll."

Here’s what Kieran heard most of the time, in the most scornful tone. No matter what he was doing, no matter what he was looking at, no matter what he was talking about. He was an O’Driscoll boy, and almost everyone in the gang reminded him about his former allegiance, even little Jack. He always felt safe around horses, they would not yell at him for a simple mistake, or openly pick on him like Sean would do. Kieran was a shadow, hiding from the rest of the gang despite Bill’s or Arthur’s best efforts to have, at least, one beer with him. Kieran was scared of many gang members, but certainly not of you. 

Since Arthur brought Kieran, first tied up in Colter’s stable, you had been overwhelmingly kind to him. You had given him food and had the right to untie him for him to relieve himself. You hated Dutch’s decision to keep him tied up and not having the right to feed him, but your own motives won over his orders. You could not stand Kieran’s endless cries for food, you just wanted him alright. Since he was free and taking care of horses, Kieran kept offering you his gratitude by picking a few flowers nearby, carefully placing them on your cot. He was too shy to directly give his bouquets to you… and you never knew who gave you all these gifts. 

Just like Mary-Beth, you had fallen for him. When you were not on guard duty, you enjoyed looking at him from enough distance for him not to spot you. You were too shy to talk to him, somewhat intimidated by his gaze. His large green and arched eyebrows always made him look like a lost puppy, which was quick to make you forget about what you wanted to tell him. But one thing was quick to make your heart rate increase in a mere blink of an eye : whenever your gaze met his, he would quickly blush and smile at you. He was deeply fond of you and, despite being quite awkward with the rest of the gang members, was quick to show his emotions to you. 

That night, you were resting by the dock of Clemens Point. Not a sound could be heard but the faint noise of campfire’s burning logs, or Arthur’s snore as you passed by his tent. Even Dutch was silent after his numerous arguments with Molly, which were now a routine. You had wandered around the tents to see if there were no other lost souls, night owls like you… but everyone was asleep. You had walked to the dock and sat there, taking your boots off and pulling your trousers up, allowing your feet to rest in the cold water. You were facing West, taking time to appreciate how beautiful the sky was, with the Milky Way showing its most beautiful stars above your head, giving you a beautiful picture to enjoy. Gazing at the sky by night was something you often cherished as it was relaxing. 

"M…M-May I join you ?" 

You turned your head to your right, noticing that Kieran was standing there, dressed in his underwear. His voice was so faint and calm that you had barely heard it. You could tell he was blushing, his hands clenching on the bottom of his shirt, nearly tearing it in the process. You shivered, still intimidated by his presence, gently nodding while patting an empty space beside you.

"Sure." you smiled 

It had taken about two or three days for Kieran to make this first move with you. He had mentally rehearsed his speech, from his moves to his facial expression, deeply scared of making you run away. He awkwardly moved forward and sat beside you, the tip of his feet touching the water. His heart rate was incredibly quick, he could not come out with any decent word to make the conversation. In fact… neither could you. His sole presence felt calming enough for you to enjoy the moment, but you were terrified of saying a word, believing he would also run away from you. How wrong the two of you were ! 

"Crap! It’s cold !" Kieran gasped, quickly dragging his feet out of water

"C’mon, it ain’t so cold." you smiled as Kieran turned to face you

"It is !"

His reaction was heartwarming enough for you to chuckle. The simple fact that he wanted to do things like you, plunging his feet into water despite its temperature was not hot enough, made him look adorable. You had seen Kieran trying to fit in with the rest of the gang by mimicking them on a daily basis, often trying to hold himself like Arthur, sitting by the fire like Sean or helping Ms. Grimshaw with morning chores by repeating her tasks with her proudly watching him do better than the girls all-together. He had genuinely believed the water was somewhat warm when he saw you bouncing your legs back and forth and wanted to join you into this harmless activity. 

As soon as he noticed you laugh a little, Kieran blushed and turned his head down. He believed he had ridiculed himself before you, and was wrong ! He turned his head back to you and smiled as he quickly understood he had no right to be ashamed, judging by the comforting glance you gave him. He was so confused and charmed at the same time, enough for him to smile even more. At this moment, he understood that there was nothing to be scared about. In fact, he felt comfortable enough to speak again. 

"You… you like gazing at the stars, right ?" he asked 

"Yeah. I find it relaxing, especially after tough days. What about you ?" 

"Same for me. I love watching stars move above my head… it makes me realise how actually small we are compared with what’s up there." 

Your eyes open wide to this statement. Just like you, Kieran loved watching the sky, acknowledging how tiny humans were, and how vast the universe was above you. Centuries ago, you would have been called mad by believing something existed beyond Earth and probably burnt at the stake for heresy. What was above your head was fascinating enough for you be feel lost in your thoughts, but never could you have imagined that Kieran felt the same as you, especially since he could neither read or write. 

"My mammy used to say we’re tiny beings." Kieran restarted. "She used to bring me to fields to gaze at the stars and often told me stuff about constellations. Can’t but think about her when I look at the sky now." 

"What we she like ?" you asked

"Beautiful and kind. She had her ways, but she loved things that weren’t good for ladies. I was ‘bout six when I lost her and pappy to cholera." 

"I’m… I’m sorry." 

"Don’t be. It ain’t your fault."

You could help but feel bad about Kieran’s past. The way he childishly called his parents mammy and pappy made you remember your own life, how you had lost your family at a young age too. Having been left alone in the streets of your hometown for years, Dutch and Hosea finding you felt like a miracle, providing you with a family you never expected to have, with Arthur and John as your two older brothers, watching over you since your induction into the gang. Kieran was certainly not as lucky as you, having joined the army for some time before leaving, living on his own before the O’Driscolls got him. Poor Kieran had it worse than many folks of your gang, being an outcast for most of his life. 

As far as you remembered, you were still young when Colm and Dutch’s feud occurred and had time to see how cruel the leader of the O’Driscoll boys was with his men. Dutch had shielded you from him, not allowing you to be nowhere near Colm or one of his men. You could remember Arthur and John never leaving you alone when Colm was walking by, even dragging you behind them when he was glancing towards your direction. You felt terrible you heard Kieran speak about him by the fire, how cruel and merciless he was, how many of his men he killed to just replace them, believing he went through hell while riding with the O’Driscoll Boys. At least he was safe with you ! 

"B-by the way… it was me." Kieran mumbled 

"You ?"

"I… I-I’m the one w-who puts flowers on your cot." 

You shivered and blushed at this sudden confession. It might have taken so much courage for Kieran to admit such thing to you ! You had been questioning a few gang members for weeks about these gifts, not knowing who would give you flowers and why someone would even gift you something anyway. You were close to mostly everyone, but probably not enough for anyone to give you flowers. 

"You’re the one who’s been bringing me flowers all this long ?" you blushed, feeling your heart rate increase 

"Y-yeah… You’re so kind to me, and… you know, you didn’t treat me like a monster. And… well… you…"

Kieran kept loosing his words, turning his head down. Saying he was the one who was secretly giving you these beautiful flowers was already such a big step forward ! He could not even think about what he could say next, being overwhelmingly terrified about your rejection, still being somewhat aware that you were receptive to his sweet charms. Kieran kept his head down for a moment as his large eyes twitched a little towards you.

"You’re really attractive…" he mumbled 

Your heart stopped beating for a second. If Kieran had told something like this during the day, he would have seen you turning red. Your mouth was half-open, you could not even respond to his sudden compliment. How sweet and genuinely kind Kieran was ! Enough for you to completely forget about your surroundings, and about Dutch who had been woken up, looking at the two of you between his tent flaps while Molly was asleep. The rest of the world did not matter much as you and Kieran, two night owls gazing at the stars above, finally found each other. Yes, finally.

"You… it’s alright… you can tell me to stop…" Kieran mumbled, shyly turning his head away while closing his eyes. "I ain’t probably the one you expected…"

"N-no ! Don’t ever stop, please." you gasped. "Don’t !" 

Despite feeling a vast amount of butterflies and bubbles inside you, you could not hold it any longer. You took a deep breath and dragged your feet out of water, moving a little closer to Kieran. Your hand rose to his directly, you lifted his face by gently holding his chin. What a move ! You could feel him shiver as he quickly opened his large eyes to look at you, still surprised. He even looked a little scared… like the lost puppy you thought him to be. 

"Y/N…?"

Your other free hand made its way to his cheek, his eyes opened wide. Nobody had even been so gentle towards him, so kind ! And there you were, there you were. His sunshine, his wildest dream. He would have never expected you to be this receptive to his words and act so gently with him. His eyes got filled with tears of happiness, he even moaned of pleasure as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. The very last time someone had touched his face so gently was his mother herself, on her deathbed. It felt good enough for him to smile, bending his head for you to keep going while looking deep into your eyes. 

"You’re such a treasure, Kieran…" you smiled. "My treasure… I’m so glad I found you… "

"I’m… I-I’m happy I finally f-found you too…" Kieran stuttered

As you looked into his eyes, you had not noticed that Kieran’s hands had moved to your waist. He rose a little, moving his legs aside as he dragged you a little closer to him, carefully enough not to scare you. He did not want you to run away, he could not allow this… neither could you. You had found each other, and it felt like the beautifulest dream anyone of you could ever imagine. 

"I... l-love you." he whispered

You had no time to respond to such a beautiful sentence, Kieran had quickly moved forward to passionately kiss you. Your hands moved to his shoulders, you clung onto his shirt as you were softly pushed down, laying beneath Kieran who could not back away anymore. He kept kissing you so passionately that you even forgot about time and your surroundings. Nothing else mattered but the two of you, finally fusing into one being  beneath this endless star-filled sky. Kieran rose a little above you as you gently caught his face between your hands, gazing into his beautiful eyes. 

"I love you." you smiled 

Kieran smiled and arched his eyebrows, being overwhelmingly thrilled by what you had just said. No one had ever told him such thing ! He wanted to cry, but having you so close to him, ready to receive another kiss from him made him forget about all these negative and nostalgic thoughts he usually kept for himself. He kissed you one more time as you heard someone walk on the dock, causing the two of you to quickly stand up. Dutch was there, his arms crossed on his chest. You and Kieran stood still, turning your head down like two children who had been caught red-handed after messing around, which made Dutch smile. 

"What are you doing here ?" he asked 

"Gazing at the stars, Dutch." you responded

"We weren’t doin’ anything wrong, S-sir." Kieran added

"You sure weren’t, now go to sleep. Y/N, you’re on guard duty tomorrow, and we need Kieran to take care of horses." 

The two of you nodded, causing Dutch to chuckle a little as he watch the two of you walk away in line. Right before separating, you dragged Kieran inside your tent and closed its flaps. In no way could you just leave Kieran sleep by the tree alone again ! You allowed him to lie down on your cot first. He opened his arms to greet you into his embrace. 

"Cuddles ?" he whispered

Your heart melted one more time, you could not resist. You obliged and lied next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your head quickly nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he placed a blanket above the two of you. 

"All good ?" you asked

"All good." 

It had been such a long while since Kieran did not get the right to lie down and enjoy a bed, even a bedroll, anything more comfortable than the bare ground ! He was quick to feel a relaxed, slowly drifting into sleep as he snuggled into your thin mattress. You rose a little to kiss his cheek, causing him to moan while holding you closer to him, held into your embrace on a comfortable bed, hiding under a warm blanket. He had forgotten how great it felt to have covers above him, how great it was to be loved. And, with you, he would remember what love felt like. 

"Goodnight, Kieran." you whispered

[allzelemonz]

Romeo and Tybalt: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader is referred to as ‘man’ and ‘lad’. Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Smut, violence Warnings: Sean never shuts up, Sean is loud during sex, top Reader and bottom Sean, Reader is an O’Driscoll, smut, anal fingering, handjob, anal sex, kissing, marking, yes the title is a Shakespeare reference Summary: Being stuck in a cell with a member of a rival gang doesn’t turn out how you might expect.

That idiot that got you caught is going to pay when you get back to camp. Billy was never very bright but he could’ve at least stayed and fought. It’s in the past now, you’re stuck in a cell and there’s not much you can do other than relax on the bench and wait for an opportunity.

“Come on ya filthy pigs!” A man yells from upstairs. “Ya cowards can’t handle me without tyin’ my hands.”

The stairs creak as the deputies bring him down the stairs. Gray suit, red hair, unmistakably that Irish idiot that runs with the Van der Lindes. MacGuire, if you remember right. You know he’ll see the bandana around your neck that they didn’t bother to take, an almost universal sickly shade of green that identifies your loyalties to Colm O’Driscoll. They’re rough with him, much more than they were with you. Probably because he has yet to shut his mouth.

“Ya ain’t gonna hold me long, boys.” He says as they untie his wrists and shove him inside.

They rush up the stairs and lock the door behind them, not interested in dealing with the mouthy outlaw any more than they have to. His gaze wanders to you and it lands on your bandana quicker than you thought.

“O’Driscoll.” He hisses.

“Van der Linde.” You state plainly.

“Fuck off.”

You laugh a little at that. “Straight to the point then?”

“Yer sick fuckin’ dogs, the lot a’ ya.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the wall.

“Just making money. We are outlaws after all, MacGuire.”

“Course ya know my name. Probably got little spies everywhere.”

You shake your head. “You’re just stupid enough to make yourself known.”

“Stupid, am I?” He chuckles. “Me?”

You smile. “Never met a bigger idiot.”

“Oh, fuck off, fuckin’ O’Driscoll.”

“Make me.”

He stands up straight. “I just might.”

You sigh, standing from your somewhat comfortable spot. “Come on then, Van der Linde. Let’s get this over with.”

He runs at you and you catch him, forcing him back against the wall. You grapple for a bit before he manages to knock you on the ground but you pull him down and get over him, beginning to land blows to his face. He catches your wrist and you can feel his breathing beneath you. Against your better judgment, you stop and sit back on the floor to let him sit up. He glares at you, a hand cupping his jaw.

“You gonna shut up now?” You ask, catching your breath.

“Lucky I don’t got a gun, O’Driscoll.”

You groan, leaning back against the wall. “We’re gonna be in here for a whole night, MacGuire. Let’s forget the O’Driscoll versus Van der Linde before we kill each other.”

He laughs. “‘Fraid I’ll best ya next time, are ya?”

“Just don’t wanna deprive the town of a good hanging.”

He shakes his head. “Suppose we could go without bein’ at each other's throats.”

“Say that again.”

“What?” He asks, looking up at you.

“Throat. Say it again.”

“Fuck off.” He waves, turning so he can lean against the opposite wall.

You chuckle. “I’ve heard plenty of Irishmen in the gang, but they don’t say it like that.”

“O’Driscoll’s ain’t worthy a’ bein’ Irish.”

You put your hands up. “Fine, fine. Whatever you say, MacGuire.”

“Sean.” He says. “Call me Sean.”

You give him your name and it sounds strange when he says it, not the accent but the fact that a Van der Linde knows your name now.

“So what did you do, Sean?”

“Bounty hunters.” Sean groans. “Bloody army of ‘em. You?”

“Friend got in a fight, ran off.”

“O’Driscolls.” Sean laughs, shaking his head.

“Billy’s not so bad. Dumb but not a bad guy.”

“An O’Driscoll not bein’ a bad guy? I find that a little hard ta believe.”

You laugh lightly. “Fair enough.”

Sean looks over you. “Ya don’t seem so bad, I suppose.”

“Is that right?”

He shuffles, leaning his head back against the wall. “Easy on tha eyes at least.”

You sit forward, looking over Sean. He’s not bad looking for a Van der Linde, definitely better than most of the O’Driscoll boys. He has a bruise forming on his jaw, but other than that he has a softened edge about him.

“You’re not bad yourself.” You mutter.

Sean tilts his head forward again, meeting your eyes. “Damn good chance we’re both hanged tomorrow.”

You nod. “Very good chance, yeah.”

He clears his throat. “It’d, uh, it’d be a shame to waste our last night. Wouldn’t ya say?”

“Scandalous, Sean.”

He grins, scrambling over to you. “I don’t really bloody care.”

He presses your lips together as he settles himself in your lap. His hands hold your face as your rest on his waist, happy to let him do the work. It doesn’t take long at all before his hips rub against you and he tries to make friction for himself.

“I think you like the scandal, Van der Linde.” You whisper.

He hums, more focused on trying to feel something good. You push him back roughly so he lands on the ground and your hands make quick work of his pants. Sean scrambles to get his shirt off as you undress yourself. He pulls you on top of him so he can kiss you and run his hands over your bare chest. You bring your hand down to tease him, slowly stroking him and earning a moan. He brings a hand to his mouth and sucks at his fingers before he lifts his hips so he can prepare himself. You’re content to watch him for a minute before you press encouraging kisses to his neck, making sure to leave a few marks for him to remember.

“Fuck me good, will ya, O’Driscoll?” He says, a groan to his voice as he fucks himself on his fingers.

“You want that, Van der Linde?” You smirk, looking down at him as he squirms from the squeeze you give his dick. “You wanna get fucked on a cell floor by a member of a rival gang?”

“God, yes.” Sean moans, removing his fingers so he can pull you closer.

“Not afraid of what your boss’ll say?” You ask as you spit on your hand to slick yourself up before aligning with him.

Sean laughs. “Are you, big man?”

You chose not to answer because it’s very much a yes. Colm would shoot you the second he found out. You’d be a traitor. So you focus on the needy man beneath you and slowly push inside. He squirms, so you hold his hips. He wines, so you move one hand to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, O’Driscoll.” He pants when you remove your hand. “Fuck do ya feel good.”

You lean down and kiss Sean to keep him quiet as you move your hips at a quick pace. You can feel his little whines against your mouth with every move you make so you only give him the occasional second to catch his breath. He starts to move with you, his hips meeting yours in time and you bring your hand down to jerk him at the same pace. The slick feeling, the little noises he makes, fucking Sean MacGuire may be a death sentance if your gang ever finds out but it is one of the best decisions you’ve ever made.

“Be quiet now, Van der Linde.” You whisper in his ear. “Don’t want the law to hear.”

Sean bites back a moan as you continue to slam into him. He wants to say something witty back, but he’ll scream if he does. He’s dizzy, utterly blissed, and close to his end. When suck another mark into his neck he cums with a hand over his mouth to stay quiet. You keeping pounding into him, fucking him for all he’s worth as he becomes more sensitive and he has to really hold his hand in place to keep the whines in. You bite at his skin lightly as you release, filling Sean entirely. He squirms under you, finally removing his hand and sighing in relief as you slide out of him.

He laughs, his hand slicking back his sweaty hair. “We can’t die now, we gotta do tha’ again.”

You press a soft kiss to his lips and he gladly returns with the same lasting gentleness. Then you pull away and sit back, letting Sean sit up with you.

“No one can know.” You say with a serious tone. “Colm would kill me.”

Sean’s smile falls. “So I’m just a quick fuck?” He asks. “Tha’ sure felt like more than a quick fuckin’ fuck!”

You shush him, glancing back at the stairs. “It wasn’t. I want to do this again. As much as I hate you Van der Lindes, I want to do this again.”

He relaxes slightly. “Come with me then.”

“Just ‘cause I wanna fuck you again doesn’t mean I’m betraying my gang, MacGuire.” You snap, then you take a breath. “I like you, but the O’Driscolls are my life.”

“I think ya wanna do more than just fuck me, big man.” Sean laughs, bringing himself closer to you. “I got a sense fer these things.”

You put a hand in his hair, tugging him towards you for a kiss, soft like the last one. “We gotta get out of here first.”

“Worry about tha’ later.” Sean says, climbing into your lap again. “I’m good fer another go.”

You smile as he kisses you again, a little more hungry this time. Your hand tangles more into his hair as you feel yourself hardening again. Then gunshots from upstairs make you both freeze. Both of you know what they likely mean, a breakout. You scramble for your clothes as Sean does the same, managing to get them on before two masked men come down the stairs.

“Sean? Ya down here?” One of them calls.

Sean rushes to the bars, his pants only halfway buttoned. You move slowly, acting natural and sitting back on the bench as you were when Sean first came. In your hand you hold your green bandana and you slowly stuff it into your pocket as a larger man with long hair comes to the cell.

“Let's get you out of here.” He says, looking over the key ring.

“A sight fer sore eyes, Charles.”

More shots ring out and you can hear a few familiar shouts from outside.

“You should hurry.” You say to Sean.

Charles opens the door and nods to you. “Who’s your friend, Sean?”

“He ain’t a friend.” He grins at you. “Ya heard the lad, let’s go.”

Sean pulls his friend up the stairs and you hold your breath, waiting for more shots. They never come, just footsteps running down the stairs. You stand and meet the familiar O’Driscoll faces, Billy at the front. At least he came back for you. At least he didn’t see Sean.

[ghouligancentral]

Masterlist

The list of all my works all nice and organized is under the cut. These are also on my A03 account: jellybeam1meup (there are also more works in A03 but I am just too lazy to go back cross post them here, maybe one day) . Please note that some of these contain mature themes and/or explicit content. Those with such material will be marked (18+).

As always feel free to summon me to give me any of your fic/head canon ideas or just pop in to say hello.

/Hypno 

So far I have fics for: The Mandalorian, The band Ghost, Red Dead Redemption 2, the Bad Batch, and COD: Modern Warfare II.

Updated: 11/27/22

The Mandalorian -

Din Djarin

Series-

Your Gravity Holds me Down (Din x Fem!reader)

Chapter 1- the Ancient Sigil

Chapter 2- Not the Only Ones

The Band Ghost -

Swiss Ghoul -

"Lights, Camera, Ghoul" (18+)

Aether Ghoul -

"Come into the water" (18+)

Mountain-

"Good Boy" (18+)

"Sassifraga dell’Argentera"(18+)

Nocturne (18+)

Rain-

"Diving In"- (18+)

But I'm a Monster (18+)

Marking HCs

Dew-

No Deed Goes Unpunished (18+)

Domestication (18+)

Multiple Ghouls-

Aether & Rain

"Blue Light" - Aether X Rain X reader (18+)

Part 2 to "Come into the water"

Watch and Learn- Aether x Reader x Rain (18+)

Mountain & Dew

"Claws" - Mountain x Dew X reader (18+)

this is a link to A03 because I really didn't feel like copying all three chapters over

Swiss & Aether

"And Action..." Aether x Reader x Swiss (18+)

Part 2 to "Lights, Camera, Ghoul"

Rain & Dew

"Steam" - Rain x reader x Dew (18+)

Part 2 to "Diving in"

Rain & Swiss

Double Trouble (18+)

The Papas:

Terzetto - Papa Emeritus III x Reader x Omega (18+)

Red Dead Redemption 2-

Arthur Morgan-

"It's Show time Darlin'" (18+)

"Me? I need a vacation" (18+)

Series-

The Bandit - (rated M/18+ depending on chapter) (Currently working on Crossposting from AO3)

Chapter 1- The beginning (Mature themes)

Chapter 2- Star Gazing (18+ Smut)

Chapter 3- About last night (mature)

Facing the Past (mature)

Forget the Pain (18+ smut)

The Confession (18+ smut)

The Job- (mature/no smut)

Multipul-

"Just a little bit o' fun"- Javier x Reader x Sean (18+)

The Bad Batch

Series:

Find Hell with Me- Wester Au (Rated M) - Bad Batch X reader

Chapter 1- Wanna Find Hell with me?

COD: Modern Warfare II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley-

'On Your Knees' - Ghost x fem!Reader (18+)

John "Soap" MacTavish

"The Night Shift" - gn! reader (18+)

[melissa-kenobi]

Just a lil bit tipsy

[Arthur Morgan x Reader]

***

The whole gang was throwing one of their famous parties and guess who was right at the center of it all?

Arthur fuckin' Morgan.

Now he wasn't a fan of parties or getting drunk, but today your husband was refusing not to participate. He was completely drunk off his head, swaying round and round with the women while holding a bottle of rum in his hands. His moves were making you and Hosea laugh as he grabbed Lenny's hand and jumped up and down on the spot before taking a swig of his drink.

"In all my years Arthur and I have been married, I've never seen him this relaxed or carefree." You mused, watching as he pulled Tilly up and danced with her, or well stomped over her feet making you let out a giggle.

Hosea laughed beside you, agreeing. "He's always carried the weight of others on him. But you've taught him otherwise." He grabbed you hand squeezing it in thanks. "Without you, he'd never have let go. He'd still be that stoic young boy I've known since he was 15."

Hosea's words made a lump form in your throat and you could feel yourself tearing up. Pulling Hosea in a hug you silently thanked him, knowing that you'd made a difference for Arthur made you happy.

"Hey! Whatchu 'ink your doin' with ma wife?" Arthur slurred as he squinted his eyes at you and Hosea hugging.

"Uh oh." Hosea commented laughing as he pulled away. "I think-

"Darling, I think you've had a little too much to drink." You commented.

"Hey, 'm not drunk. Just a lil' bit tipsy..." He mumbled more to himself as he took a chug of his drink.

Arthur had already made his way closer and was standing in front of you two, offering Hosea a drink to supposedly drive you away from his wife. "C'mere sweetheart.." He pulled you up and dragged you to the middle where Dutch's gramophone was playing loudly and offered you a sip of his drink.

"I'm good sweetie." You gestured to your stomach to which Arthur 'oh' ed at and let a smile grace his face. You watched as he bent down, stumbling on the way down but managed to hold himself on one knee. "Arthur what are y-

"Shhh darlin'... I needa talk to my babies." He mumbled as he pressed an ear to your protruding belly. Your eyes widened at his use of word 'babies'. You were pretty sure that you were having just the one. "Hey little ones, i- 'm gonna make sure we gots a lil' house fer me, yer mum and you little ones."

Your eyes darted around as Arthur whispered, well loudly whispered what be wanted for you and his kids- sorry kid. Hosea and Susan was watching with gentle and adoring eyes, while the others were shocked that Arthur was talking aloud about his plans.

"Arthur-

"I know mama- just a little longer." He looked up at your with loving eyes. "I hope you know, I'm gonna take such good care of ya. Me and yer mama love ya both so much."

Your eyes began to fill up with tears at his words. "Hey, 'm finished now. Sweethear', why yer cryin'?"

Giggling, you wiped your tears pulling Arthur up and pulling him into a hug. "I'm fine darlin', I'm fine, I promise."

Arthur pulled back, a huge smile on his face as he grabbed one hand and raised it to the air. "Dance with me?"

"Arthur! I-I don't- I can't- I don't know how to!" You stuttered, looking around at everyone watching. The music had died down and everyone was now watching you two.

"Dutch! Play some something louder! I wanna dance with ma wife!" Arthur called out as Dutch laughed and played something more to Arthur's tune. "That's more like it!"

Hand still clasped together in the air, he started dancing around you, before Arthur pulled you towards him, his other hand holding your back. You let out a little squeal as the gang let out a loud cheer and whoop. "Arthur!"

"Waheey, looks like the old man still got 'em moves!" Sean hollered as he let out a wolf whistle.

He spun you around before slowly dipping you and kissing you on the lips before pulling you back up. "I love ya Mrs Morgan."

"And I love you more than anything Mr Morgan."

Hosea watched as the music slowed down, changing to the slower romantic tone as the two of them swayed with the music. Arthur watching his wife with a lovesick look on his face, while you watched with the same look. They surely were two fools in love. Hosea knew they were two peas in a pod and that he'd help help get the happy ending they needed.

***

[elocinnicole]

Live Stream

Pairing: Collin Hoskins x OFC Black!Reader (Shauna Lewis) Rating: 18+ M for language, implied smut, praise kink (very slight, if you blink you might miss it) Summary: Shauna is live streaming her makeup routine when Collin makes an appearance. Requested: No, just a quick Drabble. I missed my favorite Pairing especially since I’ve been looking at Season 2 of Blindspotting. Word Count: 688

“Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the love! Keep sending in what look y’all want to see next. This was requested by one of my followers, they want a soft glam date night look. Which is perfect because my man is taking me out tonight.” Shauna smiled

Shauna started doing live streams and tutorials during the Lockdown when she couldn’t do hair. She quickly gained a decent following from her clients and then when she did the don’t rush challenge by herself she went viral. Her video gained almost a million views and was shared all over social media. Now that the pandemic is over, she still posts videos but now they’re of her doing her clients' hair or makeup. Occasionally she’ll live stream either herself or she has a client in her chair. For the most part, when she’s live streaming she’s by herself showing a makeup look, hairstyle, and most recently an outfit.

“So I’m gonna do my makeup, my hair is already done, I installed this wig yesterday and I will be posting that video on my YouTube—will I ever stream on YouTube? Probably not, I like using TikTok to stream. Who does your lashes? Me, girl! If you in Oakland come get lased by ya girl Shauna. Alright, let’s get started on these brows. Remember your eyebrows are cousins, not twins.”

Collin walked into your shared apartment after having dropped Zan off with Ashley and Sean. He has been planning this date night for months but either he had to work late, Shauna has a client, or nobody could watch Zan. Not that Collin and Shauna didn’t mind going out with Zan but sometimes they wanted to spend time together as a couple. He saw the bedroom door open which usually meant Shauna was recording content to post later on. Collin typically didn’t bother you when you were recording mainly when you were streaming, but if you were just recording a routine, Collin would at least say hi, knowing that you could edit it out.

“Alright, so here is the final look, like I said you don’t have to wear this exact outfit but this is the perfect date night look. I got this dress from Cider, the shoes, purse, and jewelry from Amazon. Don’t break ya wallet ladies, it’s not that serious. Oh, hey babe!” Shauna smiled seeing Collin standing in the doorway.

“Hey, baby.” Collin entered the room and kissed you gently, being sure not to mess up your makeup.

“How was your day?”

“Good, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick, get changed, and we can head out. You gonna be done by then?”

“Yeah, I’m almost done. I’m not gonna post until tomorrow.” Shauna blushed at the way Collin was looking at her. Well, he didn’t have to do much to make her blush in the first place.

“I love your make up Shauna, it looks really good. I know you put a lot of time and effort into it.” Shauna smiled bashfully at the praise

“Thank you, Collin.” Then Shauna saw a familiar glint in his eyes. Before she could stop him, Collin wrapped his hand around Shauna’s neck causing her to crane her head up at him.

“I can’t wait to mess it up later,” He said huskily Shauna went wide-eyed

“Collin! I’m recording,”

“You can edit it out,” He replied grabbing Shauna by her waist and pulling her closer

“It’s live!” She stressed

“Huh?”

“I’m live right now!” Not believing her, Collin got closer, and sure enough almost 2,000 people saw and heard the whole exchange. Many people in the comments were sending laugh emojis or commenting on how cute the two of them are.

“Oh shit,” He mumbled Shauna started to playfully nudge Collin out of the bedroom. “What up y’all.”

“You about to get me shadowbanned! Go get ready.” Shauna closed the bedroom door and went back to her stream

“Alright, everyone, here’s the look I’ll post pictures on my Instagram. As you’ve seen and heard, I got some things to do. See y’all later! Bye!” sshhauna.lewis has ended the Live Stream

Tagging: @nikole-witha-k @blackpinup22 @iknowthekoolaidflavor @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs @ramp-it-up @daveeds-wife @chattykathysquietsister @mellie-teh-goblin-queen @azxulaa @endless-romantic-stories @chrisevanswife0405 @gothic-slasherfan-weeb @pinkbonnetandglasses @cocobutterbaby @moxleys-fav @aonungmyaddiction

[specterings]

HOUNDING… cal. 18. transmasc. he/it. you can find me on twitter under the same name.

HOWLING… simon ‘ghost’ riley. john price. john ‘soap’ mactavish. kyle ‘gaz’ garrick. phillip graves. alejandro vargas. rodolfo parra. alex keller. matthew murdock. foggy nelson. frank castle. peter parker. steve rogers. bucky barnes. the winter soldier. arthur morgan. sean macguire. homelander. frenchie. billy butcher. hughie campbell. mother’s milk. jon snow. the hound. wyll ravengard. gale dekarios.

BARKING… sfw, nsfw, ftm reader and character, amab, top!reader, bottom!reader, sub!m!character, top!character, he/him &. they/them reader. pet play, primal play, water sports, character x character, platonic dynamics, fluff, angst, age gap (not illegal), feminization, a/b/o, hybrids, monsterfucking (to an extent), alternative universes, breeding, oviposition, size kink

SNARLING… fem!reader, scat, age play, underage, non-con, dub-con, snuff, bestiality, incest/stepcest, vomit, forced-anything.

COLLARING… no tag list yet.

BITING… do not flirt with me / make jokes about flirting with me, ask me to write anything it says i wont write.

PETTING… reblogging my work, sending asks, giving yourself an anon ‘name,’ asking about stuff you dont see on either list of do/do not writes, spitballing ideas in my asks, sending requests,

CLAWING… #sfw for only sfw, #n/sfw for nsfw, #cal speaks for personal posts, #cal writes for my writing, #ftm for ftm reader or character.