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thestarsarebrightertonight · 2 days

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i can fix him (no really i can) // mattheo riddle x fem reader

playlist : i can fix him (no really i can) - taylor swift

summary : mattheo riddle is cold as ice , he always has been , so who are you to think you can fix him?

gryffindor reader , friends with golden trio , makes a bet , fluff , harry x reader platonic , swearing , honestly cringe but wtv

you sat in the great hall staring ahead of you at a certain brown haired boy , eating his food silently surrounded by his chatty friends he didnt seem to pay any mind to. mattheo riddle. he had always intriuged you , you werent sure your curiousity was requited but you knew you liked him. a lot.

"you best not be looking at him again y/n" hermione sighed , sat opposite to you and in front of the slytherin table.

"hermione , ive liked him since first year are we still seriously asking this question every day." you pulled your eyes away from him , and looked at the girl with a teasing smile , knowing you were guilty of staring.

"gosh you really need to get over it , i mean what about dean he seems to really like you?" you both turned your heads to look at hermiones suggested replacement for mattheo , who was currently trying to turn his pumkin juice into water just with his eyes.

you scoffed and turned back to hermione , who looked defeated , "im sure the conversation would be great."

hermione ingorned your sarcasm and continued to argue , "mattheo isnt a good guy we both know this,"

"i can fix him," you winked at her teasingly as she scoffed , containing a laugh.

"arent you just our brave little bob the builder," harry joked , you and hermione being completely startled by his and rons prescence next to you both , eventhough theyd been there the whole time.

you laughed at him , attempting to defend your claim, "no really i can! ill fix him so hard that he gets mistaken for golden boy cedric!"

"this is starting to sound oddly sexua-" ron stated blandly before hermione slapped his arm , making him stop talking abruptly and clutch it.

"i dont believe you," hermione stated simply as you smirked at her.

"end of the week and he'll like me back or atleast talk to me," you stuck your hand out as she hesitated before shaking it muttering a disapproving , 'deal'.

looking at her smugly you let your eyes quickly wander to mattheo , only to see him staring right at you. this caused you to gasp and turn you whole body to face harry next to you , who looked at you in confusion.

holding a hand to harrys ear and whispering , "is he still staring at me" timidly.

harry looked , only to see a very threatening mattheo riddle stare back at him like he started the wizarding war.

"oh merlin no not at you , hes looking at me , not in a .... very nice way," harry whispered back as you refused to turn , nervous by your crush of years staring in your direction.

grabbing harrys arm with your two hands and shaking it with a small cry of terror harry turned back to you, "hes so hot even when he looks like he wants to kill you! id let him as long as he never changed that gorgeous face"

"wow great to know you value my life," harry muttered sarcastically as you laughed at him before slowly turning bcak to face hermione , avoiding looking in mattheos direction.

"well hermione its great to do business with you," you smiled at her as she grimaced at you.

"he is a person you know," she said sternly.

"i know , thats the problem! hes good looking hes smart AND hes a good person!" you sighed.

"well i dont know about one of those things-" ron started in disinterested grumble.

"thats why im doing this hermione! hes so perfect that a little bet is the motivation i need to actually talk to him!" you ranted to her.

she just looked back a you blankly , nodding along to what you said , too bored to argue back.

"anyways , did anyone do their herbology homework?" hermione asked all three of us.

ron let out a defeated sigh , "how many times hermione , not all of us have that little time turning watch thing , we cant do herbology because its at the same time as history of magic!"

"well , ronald , i apolagise that i forgot!...." hermiones arguing back faded into the background as your sudden realisation that you had just made an impossible bet sunk in.

no one can melt mattheo riddle , it is literally impossible.

what have you gotten yourself into.

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maybe it is possible! oh the Gods of luck had blessed you today.

Dumbledore just announced the triwizard tournament and from your oh so knowledgable friend hermione , you knew that a ball was involved in the triwizard tournament. maybe the fact harrys name came out the goblet wasnt so good but you had a plan! now this may seem ridiculous , the ball isnt until christmas! but...throughout the term youre doing practices , the first one on friday! two days from now!

and your great plan was to dance with mattheo in this practice, gain his interest , ask him to hogsmeade over the weekend and then BOOM , hes in love!! all by the end of the week!

as you recited your plan to your three friends they looked back at you , horrified.

"right and... you expect mattheo riddle to fall in love with you , in three days?" ron asked in pure confusion.

"well yeah thats what i just said," you said with a shrug.

"y/n you're really not that charismatic i dont think youve ever flirted with anyeone nevermind asked a boy to hogsmeade," hermione said , almost with sympathy for your pure delusion.

"you guys are cruel i think i can ..... i cant do it." you dropped your act of confidence.

your shoulder slouched as you lost all hopes of catching the boy of your dreams , the plan drifting into the forgotten corner of your mind.

the trio watched you lose all happiness and life and let out sighs , harry deciding to speak up , "y/n i think your plan could work. i mean your flirting will be ... raw and.... new". he spoke with uncertainty as he tried to speak in a way that was reassuring , eventhough he didnt believe a word he said.

"really?" you said with hope , looking up at him.

"sure!" he smiled .

"let me practice on you harry!" as you turned to him with an excited smile drowning out his words of declining your request.

you looked at him with your prettiest smile , shuffling closer than before and playing with your hair , "hey boy , want me to be your chosen one?"

you winked at him as he blushed a deep red and looked anywhere but at you.

ron laughed loudly at harrys panic , "that really made you flustered?!, fucking hell!"

ron howled with laughter as harry rubbed his neck , until you turned to ron with the same flirtatious smile , "i really like your hair , i heard gingers are rare - wanna be my one in a million?"

ron paused his laughter and looked at you with horror , "there is literally like 5 other gingers in this room right now-"

"and out of all of them , i chose you" you winked at him as he was left speechless.

"yeah shes kinda good," ron laughed.

"all i can say is good luck, " hermione stated as you smiled in victory.

meanwhile an extremely angered mattheo riddle stood up from the slytherin table and stormed out the hall , having seen your whole encouter with harry.

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the next thing you knew , you were sat on a bench with all of your year group present , boys on one side , girls on the other. you clenched your shaking hands onto the bench on either side of you , staring directly forward and avoiding mattheo who was stood a few metres away from where you stared.

"you were so confident a few days ago why are you shaking?" hermione asked teasingly.

you snapped your head towards her with a hard glare , "im in no mood for teasing mione im gonna throw up."

she sighed , "just ask him to dance its not that bad y/n dont worry!"

"and if he says no?" you asked in panic.

"then he says no and you lose the bet , " she smiled.

"its...its not really about the bet mione i really like him , if he rejects me i dont think ill recover." you look down at your lap as your leg bounces.

"oh give over! theres about 5 people i can see right now , staring at you , itching to dance with you," she nodded her head in the direction of a group of ravenclaws staring at you as you cringed internally , "and... ha it looks like mattheos seen them too!" she teasingly whsipered in a sing-song voice.

you gave her a confused look before turning to see mattheo , who was actually throwing a deathly glare at the boys who were staring at you.

"theyre probably looking at you mione," you sulked as she went to argue back , interrupted by Mcgonagall walking into the room.

"silence!" she started as you drowned out her words for the next 5 minutes , only tuning back in when she made ron dance with her , laughing hysterically at him.

after a few minutes of rons awkward dancing she urged everyone to join in , everyone hesitated and stayed seated until - to everyones -suprise mattheo was the first person to walk forward with a confident stride to our side of the room , coming straight towards......you?!!

you made eye contact with him and held a hopeful smile until daphne stood infront of him, blocking your view of him and stopping him in his tracks . he tried to get past her until she whispered something to him , making him stop and put his hand on her waist , beginning to dance as everyone else seemed to do the same.

but you remained in your seat , motified by the sight of the boy you liked dancing with one of the prettiest girls in your year , right infront of you.

hermione rested her hand on your shoulder sympathetically before being dragged away by a guy shes friends with in ravenclaw.

you sat in silence until a hand came into your view , held out to you. following up the arm the hand was attached to you finally reached harrys smiling face.

"he sucks anyway , dance with me instead?" he smiled as you allow you sadness to fade slightly , nodding and grabbing harrys hand allowing yourself to be pulled into the middle of the floor , about two metres from where mattheo and daphne danced.

"thanks harry," you said softly as you rested your arms around his neck , his hands resting on your waist.

"no worries, theres no other girl id rather dance with in this room."

"asides from cho chang but ill let you have it because she isnt technically in the room," as you laughed at his flustered face.

"hows ron after dancing with-" you started.

"oh hes horrified , dont worry ill make sure to bring that up for the rest of his life. im sure fred and george will too when i tell them," you both laughed together , letting yourself feel the meloncholia leave.

"i-" you began before being cut off by a sudden presence stood next to you and harry.

turning to look at who had created the shadow inbetween you , you were just as horrified as ron was to see mattheo stood there looking at you.

"can we dance?" he said sternly , not sparing a single glance at harry who had let go of your waist.

"but you were dancing with daphne-"

"i just danced with her whilst draco mustered up the courage to ask her himself , she didnt want to have no one to dance with. i wanted to dance with you." he said with zero hesitation , only breaking eye contact to glance at your arms still behind harrys neck , making you drop them quickly.

"s-...sure" he didnt wait to grab your hand and bring you towards him , resting his hands on your hips and shoving harry out the way with his side.

you felt the blood rush up to your cheeks , hesitantly bringing your arms around his neck and swaying to the music with him , falling into step with everyone else.

he pulled you in closer , his expression becoming softer as harry was gone and it was just you.

"why did you want to dance with me?" you asked so softly it was almost a whisper , a low exchange between two unknowingly requited lovers.

"why wouldnt i?" he paused , a so small - it was almost not visible -smile gracing his lips , "youre interesting."

"how so?" you laughed.

he laughed too before replying , "i dont know im..drawn to you. i have been since first year , i guess i just never acted on it till now."

"why?..."

he paused , "well you like potter dont you? and i dont know if you realise this but every guy here wants to be with you , theyre just too scared and i guess i was too."

you looked at him with pure confusion , "i dont not like harry , hes my best friend!"

he laughed , "well considering you left him to dance with me i think i know that now."

you smiled up at him , admiring every feature you hadnt seen before from your distant pining. from his deep brown eyes to how perfect his curls layed on his head , the small scar across his eyebrow and the so faint freckles that you can only see them at this close proximity.

"i think youre interesting too," he smiled at your words as you left the first sign of your requited feelings , "i dont know you well but ive always liked you. at first it was just because youre hot - but now its much more! youre cold to everyone but i can tell youre probably really nice, and youre so passionate during quidditch matches , and youre so smart which is really suprising considering you only show up to the lessons we share- oh. oh!" you rambled as you realised how obvious his signs were this whole time.

he laughed at you a very light pink painting itself across his cheeks , "yeah , oh."

you looked down sheepishly until his soft voice caught your attention again, "well i guess a trip to hogsmeade has been due for quite a while then?"

you grinned at him nodding your head in excitement , "definetly!"

as you and mattheo continued to sway and talk about everything you could think of - harry , ron and hermione stood in the corner of the room.

"fuck off she actually did it!!" ron said in pure suprise.

"ive never seen mattheo riddle smile before," harry commented before turning to a happy hermione , "you owe her five chocolate bars."

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barbiiecams · 14 days

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daddy’s girl

dad!drew starkey x mom!reader, kinda trash but obviously i had too cus im in love with the video of drew and his niece oh my gosh <33

it was a peaceful morning. the sun was shining, the weather was warm, and it was a perfect day for a family date.

looking at the clock, you saw it was 8 am. you were a little surprised aaliyah hadn’t woken up yet, but she just started sleeping through the night. and you definitely weren’t complaining at all.

you sat up in bed while drew was still knocked out. he was still on go all night just in case she started crying in the middle of the night, so he was reasonably tired.

letting him sleep for a little bit, you got up to check on your baby. you made sure to keep your steps quiet, just so you didn’t wake drew up or potentially wake aaliyah up either.

opening the door to her nursery, a wide awake baby looked at you as you walked in.

you smiled at the position of her on her back, holding her feet. “is that my liyah girl up?”

she flashed you her infamous gummy smile. she loved to smile at anyone and everyone, and you just always had to thank god for your happy baby.

she kicked her legs around, more than excited to see her mommy in the morning again. picking her up from her crib, you smothered her in kisses. “my pretty girl, we’re gonna have such a fun day!”

you played with her a little more in your arms before you decided it was time to get yourselves ready for the day. walking into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth while you made sure she had one of her teething rings.

the wailing wasn’t happening now, but it would definitely happen later. better safe than sorry.

she was so calm and bubbly as you did your morning routine, it was perfect. she was really the definition of a “trick baby”.

you were almost done when drew walked in, clearly just woke up from bed not even a minute ago.

“good morning sleepyhead.” you grinned at him through the mirror.

he rubbed his eyes “g’morning,”

hugging you from behind, he gave you a kiss on the cheek then your lip. he reached over to aaliyah to rub her head comfortingly.

“this big girl slept throughout the whole night huh? didn’t she?” he started cooing at her, but that eventually turned into all of his attention. if there was someone that could “steal” your man, it’d be no one except his other princess.

he tickled her a little bit which made her start giggling, then gave her her morning kisses. a sight that would never get old to you.

“best sleep of my life,” you said while styling your hair, and it made him laugh.

“and you deserve it,” he said while wrapping an arm around your waist. “carried her for so long, s’the least i can do baby.”

you smiled at his words, “well she’s sleeping finally, so that means we can both start too.”

“and the stuff we used to be able to do almost every night,” he says into your ear, mainly so that liyah won’t hear.

giggling at his words and shaking your head, you finished with your hair. “it’s too early for you. this is the reason why she’s here in the first place.”

while cleaning your space up, he carries aaliyah off the counter. “you know i want another one.”

“me too,” you respond. “when she’s 2!”

he just smiles at this. he definitely doesn’t have a problem with that, but it just made him laugh that you were so adamant about the specific age. “you wanna be pregnant and dealing with terrible twos?

“you wanna deal with a baby and terrible twos?”

he throws his head back and laughs while bouncing aaliyah. “i’ll go get her ready, take your time baby.”

before walking out the bathroom he gives you a final kiss on the cheek. it feels nice being able to just have a morning to yourself after becoming a mom, but you always still cherished the mornings with liyah.

picking out your outfit, you settled on this for the fact that it was comfy enough to take aaliyah around the city as you planned.

when you were completely done getting yourself ready, you went to check on what your husband and baby were up to since it didn’t take you very long to get ready.

walking into her nursery once again, you saw a completely dressed and ready to go aaliyah.

“woww, that was quick. i’m impressed.” you praise drew.

he throws you a wink, “super dad.”

you giggle at his words while he hands her to you so he can get himself ready. the both of you were probably thinking about doing a brunch, so you packed liyah’s bag so you guys could leave as soon as he finished.

as drew walked out, liyah wasn’t having it. she started to get fussy and start whining when he was completely out of eyesight.

because of this, you paused packing some of her things. instead, you bounced her and patted her back, “ohh i know sweat pea, daddy’s just leaving the baby huh?”

although it could be a handful, you loved to see the bond she had with drew. she could be crying all night one second, but completely fine the next if she sees him right next to her.

calming down only a little, you were able to continue packing her bag. after 20 minutes of trying to keep her occupied, drew finally was done.

he takes the bag from you, “where we headed first, mama?”

“well i know she’s gonna get hungry soon and i definitely am, so let’s stop at our spot for brunch.”

before he can make another move, liyah reaches out for him and he takes her, “it’s clear who the favorite is.”

he smirks at you and all you can do was roll your eyes. it was the truth whether you liked it or not. “whatever. let’s go.”

laughing at your sentence, he puts his hand on the small of your back as you guys walk out of the room and out of the house, him also locking the door behind you too.

it’s the way he was able to multitask and do so much, while looking soo sexy, with a baby in his arm. it did really make you wanna give him another one earlier.

you made your way to the car and so did he, putting liyah in her car seat before entering the drivers seat. you guys headed down to the cafe that you and drew considered “your spot”, and you guys both planned to have your kids practically grow up with this cafe. it’s where you and drew both met for the first time, and all the memories you’ve made so far have been beautiful. you definitely weren’t going to stop making those memories anytime soon either.

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arriving at the cafe, he grabs the baby bag and your purse while you put aaliyah in her carrier that was connected to you. eventually you would start putting her in the high chairs that the restaurants provided, but currently she was still in the phase where she needed to touch either mommy or daddy in public.

fastening the carrier, you and drew both walked in and saw familiar faces behind the counters.

“ah look! it’s my favorite person and her parents!” the owner jokes.

this makes you giggle and drew roll his eyes, “good morning to you too.”

you both find a spot and order your usuals. days like these you always appreciated. being surrounded by the people that make you happy and surrounded by peace.

drew started chatting with the owner while you chatted with his wife who also worked there. their daughter who was around your age had just had a baby herself, so there was already enough to go and chat over.

everything was going well, until of course you guys heard the whining. it was surely feeding time.

they watched you with smiles as you positioned her off your chest, but cradling her as drew handed you a bottle. as soon as you put it to her lips, she was completely calm again.

“that is really your twin, y/n!” the woman says.

“you think so?” you really only said this to hear her say it again, knowing how much she looked like you. you didn’t just cook her up for 9 months and pop her out for her not to look like you.

“most definitely,” she smiles.

“she may look like me, but that’s her true favorite right there.” you pointed at drew.

“really?” the owner asks.

“oh for sure,” drew says as he just admires the both of you. “i always tell her, mommy’s twin but daddy’s girl.”

he makes your eyes roll for what seems like the 50th time this morning, but he just laughs and kisses your cheek.

“when you have a son, he’ll most likely be a mamas boy.” the owner affirms.

“well, i guess we’re just gonna have to test that theory out.” drew says as he wraps an arm around you.

and that was just your main goal in life, to expand your growing family even more with him.

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teyammybeloved · 5 months

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BABY FINGER

miguel o’hara

summary: you’ve got miguel wrapped around your finger, and everybody knows it, man is whipped.

warnings; mostly just fluff, miguel being hopelessly devoted to ready and being an absolute pussy whipped man, swearing, kissing, a little bit suggestive.

“thank you miggy” you say softly, kissing his cheek as he hands you the corn starch. you had decided to have a little pre- christmas lunch with your friends, and obviously miguel having a house way to big for just the two of you, it was easily decided you guys would throw the lunch.

plus you loved to cook, and made delicious food so it was kind of a no brainer.

“no worries, amor” he says softly, itching to wrap his arms around your waist while you coat the chicken. but he knows he will just be a distraction when you guys only have little over two hours to get majority of stuff done— the cooking can still be done when all your friends are here, but you liked being prepared.

“hey miggy?” you say, he perks up, looking at you. the minute he hears your sweet tone, and angelic voice its like every bit of common sense leaves his mind, its all just you.

“yeah baby?” he asks, sitting on one of the barstools on the otherside of the counter, just watching you. you place all the chicken on a tray, putting it in the fridge.

“did you finish wrapping all the presents for everybody?” you ask, watching the flour egg and corn starch mixture off your hands. miguel nods, “course, did it as soon as you asked” you smile at him.

“your perfect” you say, tilting your head at him with the cutest smile, he wants to take a photo of it and have it printed the size of his house, he is perfect? if he is perfect then youre out of this world unreal.

“do you need help with anything” he asks, standing up, now that you weren’t doing anything, he could wrap his arms around you as much as he wanted.

he stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as he holds you close to him, you lean into his touch, humming. “i think- we are pretty good with time.” you mutter.

“yeah?” he asks softly, his voice is gentle in your ear, making you smile. “yeah, i think so. everything is prepped, i just have to actually, cook it” you say, chuckling softly.

miguel turns you around to face him, lifting you up so you’re sitting on the counter top, still not as tall as him. “youre pretty” he says softly, moving hair from your face.

“oh my gosh! you just reminded me— i need to change” you laugh, kissing his lips gently before jumping down from the counter.

“ohhh- the big surprise” he says, with dramatic wide eyes. you had been planning your outfit for forever, you told everyone it was semi formal dress, since you wanted to take photos, but you hadn’t shown miguel what you were wearing.

“yes- ill be back in ten” you say, miguel pouts. “wait i wanna come” he says, grabbing your hands to stop you from walking away. “you can’t baby- its a surprise” you remind him. he just frowns.

you giggle, causing his heart to flutter, “set the table for me and by the time you’re done, ill be down okay?” you say softly, he nods.

soon enough the table is set, and your admiring your outfit in the mirror, a white little sundress, with little baby blue flowers all over it, your hair is tied up in a mid ponytail, you were fixing your makeup when you hear miguel knocking at the door. “baby- im done” he says, whining.

“you can come in miggy” you say, standing up, to face the door as you wait for him to come in.

miguels jaw dropped when he laid eyes on you, you looked like hevean on earth, baby hairs sticking down, to frame your face, the lipbalm on your lips leaving a glossy effect. “lets cancel” he says, with a smile as he approaches you.

you frown- “what- no miggy” you say softly. he shakes his head, placing his hands on either side of your hips. “youre like- an angel baby” he say, looking down at your outfit again.

“you’re so perfect” he mutters, kissing you softly, pulling you closer to him. you smile into the kiss, “come on mig, get changed, we have an hour before people are here and i have to set up outside” you say softly.

“ill do it” he says, taking his shirt off as he pulls out- a nicer shirt, a black button up but in good old miguel style, he leaves the first two buttons undone. “its alright, i have an idea in my mind” you say.

miguel adored everything about you, but mostly how you knew what you wanted, from food, to an outfit, to a room design, everything you had a clear picture in your mind, and he loved it.

he smiles at you. fixing his hair in the mirror, “mig- your hair looks perfect” you say, grabbing his hand. “if you keep doing that you’re going to end up not liking it” you say softly.

miguel also loves how much you know him.

soon enough, outside is set up exactly how you wanted, everything is cooking just like it should be and people begin to arrive.

peter and mayday arrive first, mayday squeals of excitement when she sees you, you were so obviously her favourite.

“oh hi baby!” you say, taking her out of peters hands, “wanna help me cook?” you ask softly, kissing all over her face. “hey to you too” peter laughs softly.

“hi pete!” you smile, hugging him. “miggy is outside setting up the bar area” you say. “he isn’t following you around like a puppy? thats new” peter jokes as he walks outside to see miguel.

mary jane walks in a few minutes after. “sorry- had to pick up some stuff, im here now though!” she says with a smile, hugging you tightly, “hi gorgeous” you reply, with a wide smile.

“peter and miguel are outside, me and may may are cooking” you say, wiggling your eyebrows you make mayday giggle.

“awesome, ill go say hi and ill be right back” she says with a smile.

then more and more people show up, gwen, miles, jess, lyla, its a full house.

miguel comes in side, right as your filling large plates and placing them on the table, mayday in your arms. “might have to make you a mom” he mutters, kissing your forehead as he takes a plate from your hand to place down. “might have to” you replied with a big smile.

everyone is outside now it was a beautiful day, sitting at the table talking and laughing as you play mayday in her highchair, obviously you cut everything up really small for her.

“let me know how everything tastes” you say, as everyone begins to plate their food, you wait until everyone else has gone first, its just your nature.

miguel however, takes your plate and begins filling it with your favourite foods. “miggy” you say softly, he shakes his head as he places your now full plate down, moving onto your own.

“baby you made all of this, shouldn’t have to wait” he says, quietly, kissing your cheek.

“pussy whipped” peter says, to miles.

“sooooo pussy whipped”

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naomiarai · 3 months

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bsf tyun coming over to your place, finals just ended and god, you could use some relaxing time with him. a little talking somehow leads to the topic of “if youve ever received head” now sex talk with taehyun wasn't weird, it just wasnt often and that aspect made it a little awkward. but when you let out a quick “no” at the said question; you think youve never seen taehyun so wide eyed. youve seriously never been eaten out? he asks with pure amusement. all you could let out was another pathetic “no”, this was embarrassing in a way, what if he thinks you're really inexperienced with this kind of shit even though you guys have been friends to the point to even talk about it?

is that weird or something..? you ask, anticipating his answer, no, god no thats not weird, i just couldn't fathom that nobody ever made you feel good like that he says in a rush. wow,, for it to be surprising, oral sex must be the base of even putting a dick inside a pussy you think. but now it intrigues you, how does it feel to have someone's tongue right on your cunt? its definitely strange to imagine but its a thought that comes to mind if youve got someone surprised and only ever had dick inside you.

b..but im curious, i wonder how it feels.., you mumble to yourself, but seeing taehyun turn his head towards you, he heard it too. he pauses for a moment before saying,, i can make that happen, if you want to that is, he says ever so simply like he just didn't ask he if he could eat you out. your heart drops, did you hear that right? did he just blatantly ask if he could possibly eat you out? oh my god. you feel so warm all of a sudden, something along your mind giving you the feeling of saying “yes”.

but what if it ruins your friendship? what if, you gain feelings for him after he gives you head and its never normal again?. over here...wouldn't the bed be more convenient..? you say before you could regret it. taehyun looks at you again, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a genuine grin, so im guessing that's a yes? hm? he asks with a tone of triumph. you look at him with doe eyes,, whispering uh..h yes..

and thats how found yourself here, naked legs spread open, and taehyun in-between them, a tight grip on your thighs to keep you from moving. anticipation fills you as be simply urges you to relax and he'd take care of the rest >< (how is taehyun so calm here idk) you slightly flinch at the feeling of his tongue flat against your hole, the cold feeling sending vibrations down ur spine. his fingers move in circles around ur inner thigh, as he sucks at your clit as he uses his other hand to flick at it. god, its seriously just making you wetter, it felt so fucking good.

a-...ah, dont stop- god you say letting out soft moans, you could feel taehyun smiling at your cunt, really happy huh? your thighs start shaking right as he slips his tongue inside your gaping hole, smoothly rubbing against your walls, edging you so close to your orgasm. i can feel ur close, come for me yeah? he says and its got your pussy throbbing, almost immediately cumming at the end of his sentence.

he looks at you with delight as your chest heaves up and down, recovering from your orgasm. you feel heavenly, gosh was he good ;3 he goes back to lick up the mess u made,,, youll have to do this again, with an excuse that you'd only done it once...

#txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt smut #taehyun hard hours #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun smut #taehyun x reader #txt x reader #taehyun imagines #txt imagines

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Asking Them: “Ass or Tits?” (NSFW-ISH?)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Ace, Corazon, Sabo, Shanks, Law

Sanji

“Ti—-a—boobi—no ass…I—“

“Just pick a damn—“

“Your tits—-“

“Okay.”

“No wait your ass is beautiful! Literally—-“

“Sanji please..”

“Both.”

“No! ONLY ONE!”

This man literally cannot function he just leans over the counter debating the both all day.

“Can I feel for comparison?”

“Alright I’m done.”

“PLEASE—“

Shanks

“Your pussy—“

“SHANKS—“

“Okay fine…ugh…let me think..”

“Well it depends on my mood—“

“Oh here you go—“

“No no hear me…some days I do love how the twins—talking about your tits by the way— bounce and shake when you ride me—“

“Shanks please—“

“But when I get you from behind your ass is fucking amazing—“

“Just pick…One.”

“…Tits….I think….nope wait—-ass.”

“Final answer?”

“Mmhm.”

Ace

“Ass.”

“Wow really no hesitation?”

“Yeah.”

“Why Ass ?”

He shrugs, “Mmhm, yours looks good.”

“My tits don’t look good either?”

“They do, but I Like how your ass feels against my Dick more than your tits.”

“Fair fair.”

Law

“Why can’t you ask me normal questions.”

“…”

“….”

“So Ass or tits which one is your favorite?”

“….your thighs.”

“Not an answer, buddy.”

“Your ass….”

“Aww…wait is it because they’re connected to my thighs?!”

“Get out.”

Zoro

“You’re a pervert.”

“JUST ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION.”

“Both.”

“No—“

“Why not?”

“Because it’s either or you dumbass.”

“Who the fuck wants only either or?”

“CAN YOU JUST PLEEEAASEEE-“

“ASSS!”

“Really?…you seem more of a tit guy…”

“…why—-“

“Because look at these damn hickies you left on em!”

Corazon

“I—um…like which feels better or?”

“Just in General which is your favorite?”

Mf has a mid life crisis trying to decide

“I—y—your um…your!—yourrrrr…”

“Rosi Just Pick—“

“Boobies.”

“Boobies?”

“Boobies.”

Sabo

“Hmmm…interesting question…I suppose if I had to choose based on which gave me the most pleasure…”

He pulls you onto his lap, his gloved hands teasingly rubbing your inner thigh giving your body a sly smirk

“Your breast of course..”

“Why?”

“Because last night when I sucked on them you came faster than you did when i spanked you.”

“Oh my gosh..”

Luffy

“I don’t know…never really thought about it.”

He circles you looking at your body with a look of serious thought, you didn’t mind it until he wraps his arms around you and grab your cheeks under your dress.

“LUFFY—!”

“Sssh im thinking…”

After a nice rub he pulls away and then goes for your breast, casually rubbing your nipples as well.

“Lu—“

“Your boobs!”

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alicerosejensen · 3 months

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OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH

I JUST HAD A CUTE LITTLE SCENARIO IDEA. It is about vendetta! leon and young(20’s) reader series! What about reader sitting on the bathrooms counter/vanity while helping Leon shave? His hands are resting on readers tighs or around her waist as he watches her focused eyes. I THINK THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE PLS.

And i don’t think this counts as an ask, but if you’ll want to do something with this im not complainig hahah 👁👁

Warning: Fluff, mention of injuries, age difference (implied but not mentioned), Leon!Vendetta, Leon gets taken care of (this man needs a little love and devotion); talking about nothing.

I'm sorry, I'm too lazy. I write slowly and because of some eternally tired condition

Coming back to you after so many weeks of silence was wrong, or at least unfair. To tell the truth, Leon did not feel that he should have done it at all, the doctor recommended bed rest, but it was all the same. It was not the first time he had been thrown like a rag doll, although this time he felt like he was on the edge, dangerously balancing between life and death, when Aris's claws almost pierced his flesh. At least Leon thought he was going to die thinking about you- the only good thing in his life in recent years.

He wasn't even sure if you would let him in, but when he broke out of the dark tunnel, the whole flight he thought only about how nice it was to return to the person who, for some reason, cared about him. You weren't his wife, you weren't his work partner, you were just a girl. The girl he was afraid to fall in love with because he always thought that this love would hurt you. Although it seems that only one was injured, and it was Leon himself, who came up with stupid rules for himself to protect you.

And here he is, you look at him without any malice, although it would be worth it. Leon really doesn't think he has the right to show up like this without an invitation, but he does, looking into your eyes with a guilty look, hoping that you won't drive him away and let him lick his wounds while he lets you love him tenderly.

"Come in," you nod head, letting him into your tiny apartment, in which Leon felt better than at home.

Although it looked more like a lone wolf's lair. It was much more comfortable and even somehow warmer with you.

Taking a step, Leon feels not like a government dog, but an ordinary person who is taken by the hand and let into a small corner of paradise. Maybe it will last a day, two or a week, but he will be a little happy and loved.

"Should I heat up your dinner?" You ask casually, as if he wasn't ignoring you and running away to drown his problems in alcohol. "Leon?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Coffee?" Again you offer him, but he just shakes his head negatively as he sits down on the chair in front of you.

"No"

Maybe you think he came here to end all the little things that were between you, but no. He just needs you as a salvation, otherwise his head will drown in regret.

All Leon wants is for his fight not to be in vain, but every time someone else takes the place of the bad guy, and corporations continue to create viruses that turn people into bioweapons. He runs his hand over his face, feeling the annoying stubble under his palm that should have been shaved off, but having drowned in alcohol, he didn’t want to do anything.

“I just,” he looks at you with a hazy look but completely sober, “Can I stay here? With you?”

Who are you to refuse him? But be honest with yourself, you want him to stay here, especially since his beaten appearance really said that he was better off not being alone. Under the T-shirt, bruises and abrasions on the face and arms and what appears to be a dislocated shoulder are visible. In any case, wanted to believe that Leon didn’t break any bones.

"You know that my answer is yes"

Leon doesn't smile. Just eternally grateful that he won't have to sit in his dark, lonely apartment lying on his bed again after taking a strong painkiller.

He sleeps well with you, he doesn't have nightmares, and he's just comfortable here. You can turn on the TV, watch an old movie with you and lie quietly, knowing that he will not be called anywhere until he recovers. There was work left in New York for B.S.A.A and TerraSave, but not for him, besides, he didn't take a shower before coming to you, fortunately you had some of his things, including a spare toothbrush and a new disposable razor.

And that was the problem. The problem with his shoulder, which you kept looking at without stopping, as if he had grown a third arm.

“Working moments,” Leon muttered, feeling that he really wouldn’t refuse your dinner. “Can I ask you something else?"

“Yeah, sure.” You really never refused him.

Arias threw him against the wall, clearly sparing no effort, but thanks to the adrenaline, Leon didn’t feel much pain and was able to maneuver and attack this crazy bastard. The truth is that falling from a motorcycle does not benefit his body, which is why when everything calmed down, Leon realized that it was simply difficult for him to pick up the very razor that was now in your hands and do such a simple job as shaving.

“Just stay still, or better yet, sit down,” you said loudly, seeing that Leon didn’t like the touch on his neck when you tried to cover him with shaving foam.

It was already like instinct when they touched his neck. Leon immediately jerked to the side when he felt someone else's palm on his skin, as if the touch caused him pain. He never talked about how often he was grabbed by the throat, but from his reaction one could guess that this was a sensitive area that he did not like to trust to anyone but himself.

“I can’t shave you if you twitch like a little kid who doesn’t want to wash his face,” you joked, using your finger to spread the shaving foam you had on your hand onto the tip of his nose.

"Just...a reflex"

You thought about it, biting your lip, but Leon just exhaled, gathering his strength, knowing that you weren't going to kill him. He trusted you, so he calmly sat down on a small chair, putting his hands on your waist, trying to relax.

You saw how tense his muscles were, as if at any moment he was ready to make a jerk, his fingers squeezed the fabric of your tank top while you distributed foam over his face, trying not to overuse the product at the site of his abrasions that have not yet healed. When that was done, the razor in your hands gently touched the skin of his neck and gently shaved off excess hair from his face with smooth movements against the coarse hairs.

Carefully avoiding all the cuts, you managed not to hurt him. Step by step, you constantly rinsed the razor to remove all the hairs from it and walk it over the places where the stubble still remained. The most difficult thing for Leon was his neck - he felt too exposed and vulnerable, but when it was over and you moved to another zone, it seemed to you that he even exhaled.

In the end, getting carried away with the case, you didn't even notice how Leon was gradually able to relax and carefully watched your movements, finding you charming when you are so focused only on him. Maybe it's a little selfish, but for him you look so beautiful that he thinks about asking you to shave him again in a week when the stubble grows back, just to watch you take care of him again.

It took you a few minutes to catch his eye when you were completely done. The blue eyes stared at you with such attention that for a second you might have thought that something interesting was written on your face since he was looking at you like that. It's a little awkward and you look at him in response, stupidly blinking your eyes when you wipe his face with a towel, which makes a smile bloom on your lips and you look away.

"What's funny?"

To be honest, there really wasn't anything funny, it was just embarrassing for you.

"Did you leave me something like a mustache?" He joked and you burst out laughing

"Good idea! I'll do it next time."

Leon chuckled, because as a temporary joke, you could do that. That's just the accumulated fatigue that fell like a heavy boulder on him did not allow him to rejoice as much as you do.

"You're obviously going to amuse Chris," He sighed. You threw the razor into the sink and froze for a moment when you felt his head pressed against your stomach, relaxing in layers as you run your fingers through his hair "Thank you"

"No problem," you kissed the top of his head, helping him stand up, noticing how he hisses from the pain in his back when he straightens up.

"Fuck." Leon hisses in pain, catching his breath, realizing that maybe he should drink more painkillers and let a loved one take care of him. "I think I'm catching up with my age"

"Maybe. But I think you should rest and follow the doctor's recommendations at least until you stop needing painkillers."

"Until the next mission, you mean?"

You didn't say anything because you didn't know much about his work. After laying Leon on the bed, he finally exhaled with relief after looking at you with secret gratitude. Literally the only person who gives him warmth and comfort, and maybe he should come to you instead of washing down his bitterness in a bar. Thinking about it, Leon even thought that if he had stayed with you, he would not be suffering from his injuries now, however… What would have happened to Chris and Rebecca? But it's too late to regret what happened. He's alive and he's with you now. He lies in your bed listening to the usual chatter while the TV is on in the background and you settle down next to him bringing an extra blanket and pillow.

In the end, you just plopped down next to him, thoughtfully looking at the picture on the TV, pulling the blanket over yourself. Leon moved a little closer to you, hugging you around the waist, nuzzling your cheek, covering his eyes from fatigue. Of course you knew that he works for the government, but never what he does specifically. You saw the "DSO" marking on his gun, but you were afraid to ask him about it, although the fact that Leon has the right to carry and store weapons freely already hinted that he does not work in some average position and his injuries… one is worse than the other.

It is difficult to unravel the thoughts of this person, especially when he is completely immersed in himself. You know that he has some problems with alcohol and a couple of times you even quarreled about it, after which Leon always apologized by coming to you with flowers and other gifts. You turn off the light in the room, turning to him, meeting the tired gaze of blue eyes.

"Thank you. I rarely say this, but I'm grateful for everything you do for me."

"I know."

"Maybe you should find a better guy than me, but" he snuggled even closer and there was fear in his words, as if you could make him leave right now, "but I want to be with you. I can't lead a normal life, but being here with you feels like I'm becoming normal. Who he was before September 30, 1998"

"And what happened on September 30th?" you ask, putting your hand on his palm, smiling, and immediately see how noticeably even in the dark his face changes, becoming more gloomy.

"My first day working as a cop. I overslept and was late for my first day at work"

He could have said a lot and revealed his soul to you without fear if he hadn't been bound by the government. Raccoon City is classified information, and even no matter how much he values you, you shouldn't know anything about it. Fortunately, you do not pry into the truth, leaving his personal border untouched, and for this Leon is infinitely grateful. Maybe in a couple of weeks, when his injuries stop being so painful and his condition improves, he'll even laugh at what kind of mustache you made for him while shaving him again. He will really be happy and he will not need alcohol in this.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon resident evil #resident evil #resident evil x reader #reader #resident evil leon #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy vendetta #resident evil vendetta

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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ok but what u just said abt reader doing the maddy thing… with rafe walking in on her… and he’s like wtf and she’s like i just wanted to be perfect for u… are we having the same vision rn

YEP I WAS WAITIN FOR SOMEONE TO SAY IT !!

he lets himself in, knowing your home alone and honestly he wasn’t even gonna try and get w you tonight, he just wanted to see you because he was tired and everyone at home was pissing him off !!

and he gets closer to your room and hears you moaning ?? he just freezes on the spot with a confused expression because who the fuck… you don’t even know how to touch yourself properly so it’s surely not that. he comes closer, and starts to hear the sounds of porn coming through a screen and now he’s really just confused. a day ago you didn’t even know what ‘squirting’ meant and now you’re a regular on the hub? it’s not making sense.

so he just opens the door, like — rafe doesn’t have time for games and he’s not gonna sneak around and try and figure it out by himself. the sight he walks in on is you, cheek pressed to the mattress, ass up in the air in your little pyjama shorts, a fake and forced moan leaving your throat, craning your neck round just a little so you can see your screen.

it takes you a moment to process rafe catching you, just as soon as you do you’re up and slamming your laptop shut, covering your face with a horrified “oh my gosh! rafe!”

“the fuck are you doing?” he glances at your laptop, squinting in confusion.

“ugh… nothing, it’s — it wasn’t what you think.” you sulk, bringing your knees to your chest mortified.

“i don’t care about you watching porn, but why were you pretending to… fuck?” he’s still standing, knuckling at the bridge of his nose.

you look down at your hands on your lap, twisting your fingers around eachother in embarrassment. “i just wanted to be… perfect for you. when we do stuff.” you admit, quietly, refusing to look up. he holds his hand up, closing his eyes for a moment before walking right up to the foot of your bed.

“look— you—” he sighs, plucking up your laptop with one hand. “this— this isn’t gonna help you. m’not expecting you to do all that crazy shit.” he places the laptop aside, sitting down and staring at you for a moment. “i wanna make you feel good, not expecting you to do trickshots or some shit.”

“yeaaah, but… i want you to think im sexy. i don’t know how to be… that.” you nod towards the laptop and he quickly shakes his head with his eyes closed.

“no you— are you kidding?” he gently wraps a secure hand round the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he stares you down observantly. “you… are very fuckin’ sexy. okay?” he brings a kiss to your lips, pulling away only slightly to speak again. “i dont… want a pornstar. just want my sweet girl, yeah? i wanna be the one to break you in.” he drawls, a trace of a smirk sitting on his lips as he pulls you back in.

#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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samandcolbyownme · 4 months

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Summary: request by @theblackcatwitch3 - "I was wondering if you would do Sam falling for a girl with a tongue piercing you can decide if there's smut or no"

Warnings: SMUT18+, bar scene, semi-sub!Sam, oral (m rec), unprotected sex, facial, general filth

Word count: 2.8k | not edited

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"Who's that guy over there?" Your friend asks as she points subtly. You turn, looking behind you. Your eyes scan over the people but no one really sticks out to you.

"Who?" You ask turning back around to face her. She laughs slightly and leans in, pointing at a very specific group of guys sitting and standing at the bar, "The blonde one. Grey hoodie."

Your eyes move to try and find him. The non stop movement of people is hard, but when you meet his eyes, you feel your heart skip a beat.

You turn back quickly, facing your friend as the blush you applied before going out, turns darker.

"You should go talk to him." She nudges your arm with her elbow, "He's cute."

"Yeah but what if he's weird?" You laugh and shake your head and she sighs, "Then I'll come pretend to be your girlfriend, just give me a signal and I'll be there."

You smile, "Always there for me." You look down at your empty glass, "I need a refill anyway."

"You got this." She nudges you again, "Now go. Be flirtatious."

You sigh, "Alright. I'm going. Im going." You stand up, taking a deep, quiet breath as you turn away from her. You try to keep it cool, not like your heart was ready to thump out of your chest.

He was hot.

He was popular, from the looks of it.

You walk up to the bar next to him and you can feel him looking you up and down.

"What can I get ya?" The bartender asks and you push your glass towards him, "just a vodka cran please."

He nods and you look over, giving him a smile, "Hi."

"Vodka cran. Can't go wrong with one of them." The blonde laughs and you instantly feel relaxed. You smile and nod, "Oh yes, unless I have too many, then I'm dancing on the table or something."

You look away, cringing at the words that came from your mouth, why would you say that?

He laughs, "No I totally get that. I have a story similar to that, but I was drunk on a cruise and I was upside down against a wall."

You laugh and look over at him, "Oh gosh. Thankfully I'm not the only one with an embarrassing story."

He nods, "Never. I'm Sam by the way." He extends his hand and you nod, gently slipping your hand into his, "Y/n."

"That's a pretty name." He smiles and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks again. You lick your lips, "Thank you."

He tilts his head, "Is that.. a tongue ring I seen poking out there?"

You laugh slightly, "Yes, it sure is." You open your mouth slightly and push your tongue forward and Sam bites his lower lip, "That's actually hot."

You're taken aback by his words, but also, turned on.

"You think?" You smirk and he nods, "Oh yeah. Made my crush on you a little bit worse." He takes a sip of his drink but quickly follows up, "In a good way. In a good way. I totally mean that in a my crush on you grew bigger in a way. Sorry."

You shake your head, smiling, "No I totally get it."

He laughs and his friend comes up, "Yo Sam, we're go-" the dark haired man looks up at you, "oh shit. Sorry I didn't mean to ruin anything."

"You're good, man. Colby, this is y/n." Sam looks at you, "y/n, this is Colby."

Colby reaches out and you take his hand, "Hi Colby."

"Hello, y/n." Colby smiles and leans in to Sam as he lets go of your hand. What ever he whispers makes Sam's cheeks turn red and he laughs nervously as he pushes him away, "Bye, Colby."

Colby laughs and waves as he walks away.

"Sorry about him. When he's drunk he's.." he blows air and shakes his head. You smile, "No worries. My friend is the same way." You motion over your shoulder and he nods, "I take it she told you I was staring?"

You nod and take your drink, "Thank you." You turn to Sam, leaning on the bar, "Yeah. Took me a second to figure out who she was talking about but.." you sip your drink, looking up at Sam, "Here we are."

"Here we are." He licks his lips, eyes moving to watch you sip your drink through the straw again. He meets your eyes and laughs, "Sorry, I just.. the tongue ring just-" he laughs and shakes his head, "I promise I'm not trying to be weird or anything."

You smile and roll your eyes, "please, if I thought you were weird, my friend would be over here pretending to be my girlfriend by now."

He laughs, "Does that actually work?"

"Sometimes. Other times they've asked us to prove it and we usually just kiss or something." You smirk as you see his eyebrow twitch, "Yeah, it makes a fun night."

"I'm sure." He checks his watch, "I was actually getting ready to head to another bar, but I really don't want to leave you."

You smile at his boldness and he sighs, "Sorry. That was.. bold I guess."

"No. Not at all. I like it." You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and he smirks, "Yeah?"

You nod, "I was actually getting ready to wrap it up for the night, but she made me come talk to you, so.."

He nods, "Well I thank your friend."

You glance back at her and she gives you a thumbs up. You smiles and look back at him, "Me too."

Sam finishes his drink, "So.. your place or mine?"

"I actually live a little over an hour away, so if you don't mind, your place?" You tilt your head slightly and he nods, "Fine by me."

You quickly finish your drink and set it down before turning to face Sam, "I'm just going to go let her know, do you want to come with me?"

He nods, "Sure."

You lead him over to your friend and she leans back, looking up at you guys with a smirk, "Leaving so soon?"

"We've been here for three hours." You laugh and motion to Sam, "This is Sam. Sam this is y/f/n."

"Hey, thanks for pointing her in my direction." Sam laughs and your friend smiles and nods.

"Alright. I'll text you." You bite your lip and raise your brows before turning to leave with Sam.

"I actually live like a block away, if you don't mind the walk." Sam holds the door open for you and you shake your head, "Fine with me."

You snake your arm around his and he can't help but smile.

Alcohol was a big help in this situation because if it was any other setting, you weren't sure if you'd just walk up to anyone and go home with them.

You felt something different with Sam.

"So that tongue ring.." Sam starts out and you smile, "What about it, Sam?"

"Did it hurt? Like getting it done?" He looks down at you and you shrug, "I mean, for me. The initial piercing didn't hurt. It was the few days after. It wasn't bad, really. The swelling was the worst of it. I couldn't talk."

You imitate what you sounded like with the swollenness of it, "I sounded like this."

Sam laughs, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry for laughing."

You shake your head, "No, no. It's okay. I laugh about it now because it was hilarious. My friends were picking on me for it. But I've had it for two years now, so."

"Oh really?" Sam asks and you look up at him, "Uh huh."

You could tell there was something on the tip of his tongue that he was unsure of or to even ask.

"What are ya thinkin?"

He smiles as he looks away, "Nothing it just-"

"You wanna know if you can feel it?" You bite your lip and watch as he looks down at you, nodding, "So much, honestly."

"Good thing I already have my mind set on some things." You laugh slightly, "that probably makes me sound so bad."

"Not at all." He stops, smiling down at you, "This is me." You look at the slightly fancy building, "this is so much nicer than my apartment building."

"Well, maybe if things work out.." Sam trails off with a smirk, "Come on." He takes your hand before he pulls you up the steps, walking you inside, "Just up these steps here."

You nod, looking around as your hand in his and you can't help but smiling, silently thanking y/f/n for pushing you to talk to him.

"Here we are." He takes his keys out, unlocking the door, "Now I do live with Colby, so if it's too messy for your standards." He turns to look at you, "Blame him."

You laugh, "Deal."

He pushes the door open and you walk in behind him, coming to a stop as he closes the door behind you, "this isn't messy at all, Sam."

"Well thanks." He slips off his sweatshirt, leaving him in a white t shirt. Your eyes follow him as he walks over to the kitchen area, "Need a drink or anything?"

You shake your head, "No thank you. I'm good."

He nods and walk over, "So.."

"So.." you lay your hands on his chest and look up at him as his hands lay gently on your hips, "I'm down for whatever you want to do."

You smile, "Well. I can show you what it's like to get a blowjob from a girl with a tongue ring."

"I'm never going to say no to that. Especially from you."

His words sent an excited shiver down your spine, "Okay." You bite your lip as he pulls you towards the steps and up to his room, "I'd say we can stay at the couch but I don't know when Colby is coming back and I don't know if our friends will be with him."

You nod, "That's fine. We don't need him walking in when you're down my throat anyways."

"Oh fuck, yeah. You're right." He pulls you to him, "I just-" he cuts himself off by pressing his lips to yours and that ignites everything.

He walks you backwards into his room, kicking it shut as his lips stay on yours. His hands work to push your loose denim jacket off your shoulders, and you let it drop to the floor.

You step over it as he walks you back towards the bed. He pulls away and your hands move to push up his white shirt, leaning in to kiss his torso.

His eyes stay on you as you lean back, "Lay down for me."

He's eager, quickly sitting on the bed and moving back to lean up against the headboard. His eyes track you as you crawl up the bed, running your hands up his jeans clad thighs and stopping once you reach the buttons on his white jeans.

You smirk up at him, pushing up his shirt as you lean down to kiss up his torso, again.

His breath hitches as you make your way back down, "I don't want to get my lipstick on your pants." You joke and Sam shakes his head, "I'll figure it out."

Your eyes trail up and down the dark purple lip marks you left on his skin, "I'm sure you will." You look up at him, biting your lip as you work to undo his button and zipper.

You can already feel how hard he is for you.

You were practically swimming in your own arousal.

He lifts his hips up as you work his jeans down his legs, eyes focused on the bulge under his boxers, "Need you so bad." You whisper as your hand lays over him.

He groans lowly, hips bucking to get your hand to give him any sort of friction that he's craving.

"Please." He whimpers out. He looks shocked by his begging, like he's never done it before.

"Since you asked so nicely." You snicker and palm his cock through his boxers. His head tilts back, resting on the wall as his lips part and a breath escapes, "Fuck."

You roll your tongue ring against your teeth, watching at the pleasure that's twisting his face, "You're so hot."

He smirks, tilting his head up to look at you, "I was.. thinking the same thing about you."

You smirk, moving your hand away to peel his boxers from his skin, "Have you ever been sucked off by a girl with a tongue ring?"

He shakes his head and you smile, "Thought so." You toss his boxers to the floor, on top of his jeans and you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, "You won't be able to say that anymore."

Before he can answer, you lean down, licking the tip, angling your head back so he has a full few of your tongue ring pressed against the tip of his cock.

He groans, "Fuck, that's hot."

His eyes stay focused on the little metal ball that sitting on top of your tongue, moaning out quietly when it presses into his soft flesh, "Shit."

You smirk, leaning back slightly as you stroke slowly. You dip your head down, taking as much of him in as you can. You hold your head still and you can feel his head lay gently on the back of your head.

You slowly work your head up and down, bobbing slowly as you move your tongue back and forth, making sure to use the ring the best you can.

"F-fuck." Sam bucks his hips, moaning out as you pull back, a string of saliva connecting you with him until you wipe your chin off, "I take it you like it?"

He nods quickly, "uh huh." His chest is rising and falling as he smirks, "So much."

You stand up, stripping down as he leans up to slip his shirt off. You move back to the spot in between his legs and lay down on your stomach.

You stick your tongue out, eyes locked as you run his cock over your tongue. You suck on the tip, pulling it out to run the bottom of your tongue ring over the tip.

You look up and see Sam in awe of you.

Like he's never seen something like this before.

He is absolutely in love with it.

"Fuck, fuck." He bucks his hips, "y/n."

You looked up at him, in love with the sound of your name in a moan rolling from his lips. You move up, straddling his hips as you lean down to kiss him.

His hands move down your back to ass, squeezing before resting on your hips. He helps guide you down onto his cock and you both exchange a gasp as he slides into you for the very first time.

"You feel so good." He whispers, "so fucking good."

You rest your forehead on his, eyes squeezed shut as he slowly pushes his hips upward. You whimper out, lazily kissing his face as you make your way to his lips.

Your hips move up and down, slow at first then you quickly find a pace that works.

And it works really well, you're ready to cum, "S-so close."

His hands grips your hips, "go ahead, baby." You place a hand on the wall behind his head, moaning out as you squeeze his cock.

Your tongue pokes out to wet your lips and the sight of that simple little tongue rings could make Sam cum right along with you.

You moan loudly as you rest your head on his shoulder, "F-fuck." You whimper as you come down from your high.

Sam holds your hips as he thrusts his own upwards, “Where.. do you want me?”

You lean up, “Where do you want to go?”

He tilts his head, smirking before biting his lip, “I think you know.”

You smirk back, nodding, “tell me when.”

He nods, gripping your hips as you ride him a moment more, “S-sh- okay.”

You get off of him, getting on your knees as you tilt your head back, opening wide as you stick your tongue out for him to coat the metal call on your tongue white.

He stroke himself, groaning as he never takes his eyes off of you, “So beautiful.” You smile and swallow, licking your lips before leaning up to suck him clean.

“S-shit.” His knees buckle and he laughs slightly, “that was..” he runs hand through his hand and helps you to your feet, “Please don’t leave just yet.”

You wipe the corner of your mouth and shrug, “Is it bad to say that I don’t want to leave.”

He shakes his head, “Not at all.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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HIHI! DO YOU WRITE FLUFF? YOURE LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS ON TUMBLR SO I WANTED TO ASK🤭 IF YOU DO, I WAS JUST THINKING ABT BROZONE (OR JUST JD) WITH A READER WHO ALSO MAKES MUSIC? YOU CAN HAVE THE HCS TURN OUT HOWEVER YOU WANT I JUST HAD THAT GENERAL IDEA🙏🏽🙏🏽

OKFG PLEASE IM NOT THAT GOOD

And yes I do 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 it makes me so happy and giggly like the bitch I am jfjfhfhfhfh

YOU KNOW MY HEART IS GONNA GO TO JD FIRST I WANT HIM IN EVERY WAY I CAN

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JOHN DORY:

‗ ❍ I love him so much but I just know he would be a bit of an asshole at first, far better than before, don’t get me wrong! But he will still ask what you’re going and provide “tips” to make it better, but will be quickly silenced if you glared at him

‗ ❍ he is literally the definition of “oh I hate that man, I hate that man! But oh cara mia how I love him”

‗ ❍ after a while he would be silent and just listen to you, he would highly enjoy your music btw

‗ ❍ would get stuck in his head constantly where he is humming it wherever he is, bobbing his head to the beat

‗ ❍ would so just hold you close, arm around your shoulders watching you write away, nuzzling into your hair

‗ ❍ would beg to have a duet with you, no lie, will literally beg on all fours to have one

‗ ❍ UGH ITS STUPID BUT HE WOULD SO GRAB TOU AROUNF THE HIPS AND PULL YOU ALONG THE ROOM TO DANCE

‗ ❍ he would hold you so tight and kiss along your head while he sways with you and sings

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Bruce:

‗ ❍ he would be so fun to write songs with, so attentive, leaned back and just listening

‗ ❍ wouldn’t say anything until you were finished and asked for tips

‗ ❍ “play it again” he would say just so he can hear your voice again and listen to the melody

‗ ❍ he would do this a few times before you caught on and playfully punched his knee

‗ ❍ he would just laugh and shake his head “nothing needs to be changed it’s wonderful ”

‗ ❍ he would so sing the songs you make while surfing too

‗ ❍ he’s your number one biggest fan, will fight anyone to get that position

‗ ❍ he will be the loudest person in the audience and dancing in the crowd

‗ ❍ sings it for his kids any song you create

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Clay:

‗ ❍ he’s such a little nerd, would be vibing to anything so hard

‗ ❍ he will fight whoever even if it’s his own brothers to be the number one fan

‗ ❍ he would so teach you how to dance to whatever you’re writing

‗ ❍ his hands holding your hips to help you move better

‗ ❍ begs to hear you sing all the time because he likes it so so much

‗ ❍ makes up all your choreography for you, and isn’t upset if you desire to change it

‗ ❍ he would so so beg to dance with you on stage at least once (he’s a lair all the time he wants to dance with you forever)

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Floyd:

‗ ❍ He would be so happy to see you write and create music

‗ ❍ he would relax back and listen with such a peaceful smile on his face

‗ ❍ he would so love to do duets with you too

‗ ❍ they would be so soft and gentle; you’re very mindful of what happened to him and don’t want to push him to hurt himself - even if he says he’s fine and can handle whatever

‗ ❍ holds your hands while you practice with him, showing you his full attention and encouraging you whenever you stumble or feel like you can’t get something right

‗ ❍ UGH his smile will be so fucking soft and gentle as he looks at you

‗ ❍ when he watches you from the crowd he is just smiling and dancing slightly the whole time

‗ ❍ UGH tells you how proud he is of you all the time, and you deserve all the fans and happiness

‗ ❍ if he ever preforms with his brothers he definitely invites you in and puts you right next to him - holding your hand tightly the whole time

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‗ ❍ GOSH that stupid look he gives when he really loves someone??? That look the whole time

‗ ❍ fully understands if you don’t feel comfortable singing with him or in front of him just yet

‗ ❍ or even if you just want to do it on stage only

‗ ❍ if you feel self conscious about a song he will preform it with you and his brothers so you feel better

‗ ❍ never ever tells you to change it because there’s no such thing as “perfect” and a song is what is felt from within - things no such thing to be perfect

‗ ❍ every time you do sing in front of him he will drop everything he’s doing and listening to you

‗ ❍ he’s so giddy to hear you sing but doesn’t go over the top to stress you out

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Im sorry it’s so short I struggle with sfw for some reason because fluff makes me so giddy and excited and I feel gushy

#trolls band together #trolls #trolls 3 #brozone #headcanons #john dory #floyd trolls #bruce trolls #clay trolls #branch trolls #floyd trolls x reader #brozone x reader #john dory x reader #trolls bruce x reader #clay trolls x reader #branch trolls x reader

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coffee girl

part 1: the big spill

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader

summray: on her way to an interview at the prudential Center, someone crashes into y/n someone causing her coffee to go everywhere, and that someone happens to be luke hughes.

wc: 786

warnings: slight angst? cussing, slight fluff. flustered and nervous reader and luke. nothing too crazy yet. OH cliffhanger..kindaa

au: hi everyone!! i'm back with another luke fic but most importantly i'm starting my FIRST ever series woooooohoooooooo. im super excited and nervous to write but i can't WAIT. anyways! i hope you guys enjoy the first part of this series. like and reblog if you'd like. thank you so much for all of the love on my other works, i'm so grateful.

happy reading <3

I'm late. Very late. I'm rushing. No, I'm sprinting.

I'm late to the most important interview of my life, all because I wanted coffee.

I shout out a quick “thank you!” to Bastria and sprint out the door. I have 5 minutes to get there. I think to myself I can get there on time. I can do this.

Quickly running across the crosstalk, I can see the Prudential Center. Almost there, almost there. Shit, 3 minutes to spare. I pick up my speed, if that's even possible at this point. I can feel my neck beginning to sweat as I take each step.

As I turn to the arena, I feel a chest suddenly crash into mine, instantly feeling the cold liquid; my coffee runs down the front of me.

I pull back from the stranger with a shriek. Looking down at my white shirt that's now covered in brown. My eyes began to water. This can not be happening to me.

“Oh my gosh, shit I'm so sorry” I heard the stranger say, not being able to pull my head up to meet his eyes, if I did, he’d see mine filled with tears.

I pull my wrist to my face to check the time, I'm 3 minutes late. Late. Now I'm crying, big hot tears are hitting my cheeks before I have the chance to stop them.

“Hey hey don't cry, i'll get you a new shirt. Let me help you clean up” the stranger speaks again.

I tilt my head up to finally look at the stranger and I can't believe my eyes. Luke Hughes. you're actually fucking kidding me. His eyes are locked with mine, I'm trying to search for words to say but I can't seem to find any.

“H-here take my hoodie” Luke says as he pulls his hoodie off his body. Holding it out for me to grab it, taking the hoodie in my hands whispering a small “thank you” in his direction.

“you’re welcome” he says as he clears his throat, “again I'm really sorry” Luke speaks again. “It's okay” I sigh back, my eyes meeting him again, “ thank you for this, I have to go” I quickly say to him as I turn on my heel, I can feel more tears on my waterline threatening to spill.

As I make my way away from him, rushing to find a bathroom. I hear someone shout “HEY” behind me, I turn around briefly, to see Luke still standing there “I NEVER GOT YOUR NAME, I'M LUKE” he shouts at me. “Y/N” I yell back, as I turn back around not waiting for his response.

Im quickly rushing into the bathroom, taking in my disheveled state. Tearing off my shirt and throwing it in my bag as I put Luke's hoodie on, his scent filling my nose, he smells good I think to myself. I pull myself out of my trance quickly. Grabbing a paper towel and bringing it under my eyes and wiping away mascara that's fallen on my face. Fixing my hair, licking my lips deciding this is good enough.

Glancing at my watch, to see that I'm now 10 minutes late. Shit. I began to run through the center, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, my chest and legs burning each step I took.

Finally getting to the place where I'm set to have my interview. I slowly walk into the room, hoping my devils hoodie gives me brownie points and distracts them from the fact that I'm over 10 minutes late to my interview.

“Y/n! there you are! I was starting to think you wouldn't show!” “I'm Micheal but you can call me Mike,” Mike says to me as he holds his hand out to me, I quickly grab into a shake. “I'm super sorry I'm late” I say quickly, “I had a… coffee accident” I chuckle out. If you only know who ran into me, Mike, I say to myself.

“Its okay, no worries! You're here now and that's all that matters!” he says back to me, i smile back at him.

“Lets sit, and get this interview rolling” he says while pulling out a chair for me to sit in, quickly taking a seat placing my bag on the floor beside me.

“Yes, let's get started!” I replied back, “oh nice Devils hoodie! I meant to tell you that when you walked in” he says to me. “Thank you!” I say as I look down at the hoodie. Thanking Luke in my head for bumping into me.

“Okay let's get started, '' Mike says. Nodding my head quickly in response, i really hope I get this job, I say to myself.

#nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl fic #new jersey devils #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes

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An Hour and Half | L.Hughes

summary - what happens when your flight seat mate happens to be a super cute guy and you only have an hour and half to talk to him

warnings/note- none; i have no clue how long a plane ride is from new jersey to detroit is sooo im guessing

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“Hi, excuse me, my seat is by the window, if you don’t care to let me through?” You ask the young guy sitting in the middle seat in your row. He was wearing a ‘drew’ hoodie with black sweatpants.

Looking up at you from his phone, he immediately gets out of his seat. “Oh gosh, sorry! Of course, go ahead.” You give him a small smile and squeeze through to get to your seat. You loved taking the window seat, however you hated the awkwardness of getting through the row.

“Thank you,” You wince. “Oh, wait! Before you sit down, I hate to ask, but can you grab my water bottle out of the black and white carry on up above? I’m so sorry, I completely forgot about it!” The guy nods and opens the compartment and finds the water bottle.

“It’s no problem, really. Is there anything else you need?” He asks as he hands the bottle over to you.

You shake your head. “No, I think I’m all set.” The guy nods once again and sits back down in his seat.

You go back to getting comfortable in your seat and reply back to your mom telling her that you made it on to the plane. While the flight attendants go over the safety precautions, you can’t help but to side eye the cute guy sitting next to you. He had roughly curled hair and some small stubble on his face. He looked a bit tired.

He must’ve noticed you side eyeing him because he removes his earbud and asks, “Did you need out? Sorry, I can’t hear anything with these,” he points to his earbud.

Immediately blushing, because there’s no way that he totally didn’t see you checking him out, you reply, “Oh, no! I’m all good! Also, doesn’t seem like anybody else is in the row so that’s good!”

The guy smiles at your nervousness. “Yeah, it makes the plane ride ten times better when nobody is at the end of the row. Although for you, you would have to ask me to move but still, one person is better than two to get through,” the guy laughs out.

“Honestly though. Last plane ride I was on, none of the people sitting in my row would move, so I had to awkwardly try to go over them. Gosh, it was so embarrassing but why not just move out of the way!” The guy laughs at that, putting his earbuds back into his case.

“Well, if you need me to move, just ask and I will. Since we’re here for a bit, guess I’ll introduce myself, my name is Luke.” He sticks his hand out for you to shake and introduce yourself. You’re not one to talk much to the person sitting next to you on the plane, but something about him honestly has you intrigued.

Shaking his hand, you say, “My name is Y/N, nice to meet you.”

“Y/N, lovely name. So are you heading to Michigan as a trip or do you have family there?” He asks as he returns his hand back to his lap.

You lean against the window. “I actually have some family there, and it’s my grandmother’s 90th birthday so I’m heading back to that. I’ll stay for a bit. What about you? What has you going to Michigan?” You raise your eyebrow waiting on his answer.

“Wow, 90 years old, go her,” he smiles, “Well, long story is my team just finished for the season and I’m heading home to be with the family and spend time with friends that I need to catch up with.”

You nod. “If that’s the long story, what would the short story be?”

He laughs and tries to think, “Um, the short story would probably be going home, but the long story was better.” You laugh as you fiddle with the water bottle in your hand.

You go back to asking about his team he mentioned. “So your team? What sport do you play?”

He looks at you weirdly for a second before giving a toothy grin. “Do you live in New Jersey?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Have you heard of the New Jersey Devils?” Luke asks.

You think back to a sign you saw. “Honestly, I saw a billboard about them, and I think my co-worker is obsessed with them, but mostly no.”

He lets out another laugh, and you raise your eyebrow. “You live in New Jersey, and you barely know about the New Jersey Devils? Do you know or watch anything about hockey?”

“I mean, I seen that one movie. Gosh, what is it? Is it like called ‘sensation’ or something?” You try to think. “Oh gosh, no! It wasn’t called ‘sensation’ it was called—”

He cuts you off, “Miracle.”

You scream out, “Yes!” Then wince as you realize that was a bit loud. Lowering your voice, you continue, “Yes, the hockey movie called Miracle. My dad made me watch all the time, but that’s all I know about hockey really.” You shrug.

If Luke didn’t know better, he already knows that he wants to get to know you better. “Miracle’s a good movie. Anyway, back to my team, I actually play for the New Jersey Devils.”

You shake your head, not believing him. “No way, prove it!”

Luke grabs his phone out of his pocket and shows you a recent game day photo of him in his jersey. “See, jersey, skates, and everything. I play on the defense side.”

You take a minute, probably too long, to look at the photo. Gosh, he did look in his jersey, and his hair was a bit longer in that photo. “Okay, I believe you. So, do you like it? Sorry, if that’s a bit too much to ask, I’m just a curious person.”

“No, it’s okay. Honestly, I love it. Some days and games are a bit tougher than others, but I still love it no matter what. I actually play with one of my older brothers on the team,” Luke says, a bit proud of playing with his brother.

“That’s awesome, I couldn’t imagine playing with my brother on a team, so that’s really awesome,” you say.

“Yeah, it really is,” he beams, “Anyway, the season just ended for us last week due to getting eliminated from the playoffs.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That must suck!”

“Yeah, but we have a chance to look over the season and come back better next season. Like yeah it sucks, but I also get to go home early. It’s a win lose situation,” he shrugs.

“Still, I see how it would suck, but if you didn’t get eliminated, you wouldn’t be on this plane talking to me right now,” you smile.

“Ha, I guess you’re right,” he guides a hand through his curls. “Enough about my job, what do you do back in New Jersey?”

You wince at the mention of talking about what you do for work. Your job recently wasn’t doing it for you. You had been working at an advertising agency for a while now, but after awhile, you decided it was not for you. You wanted a new job, but you also haven’t been looking. “Eh, I work at an advertising agency. Overall, it pays the bills, but it’s not my favorite.”

Luke replies, “Did you go to school for advertising or something related?”

You shake your head, “No, I actually went for public relations, but somehow I got this job in advertising. One of my friends put in a good word for me, but I have slowly started to dread going to work.”

Luke nods, “I’m sorry that you don’t like your job.”

You shrug, looking passed him to the couple across the aisle. “Honestly, I should really get a new job if I hate it so much, but the idea of going through the process of applying and interviewing is so nerve wracking for me.”

Luke listens to see if you’re going to add anymore before talking. Truthfully, you’ve never seen a guy take the time to listen so well about your problems, let alone a stranger you just met. He speaks up again, “Although that would be nerve wracking, it would mean that you get a chance to get a new job. I say go for it, especially since you’re not loving the job you already have. You should have a job that you love to do, not a job that just pays the bills.” Honestly, Luke has no idea where all these encouraging words are coming from, but he was just letting them spill out in the chance it would help you.

“You’re right, I totally should. You’ve changed my perspective, I guess when I head back to New Jersey I’ll look at job openings related to what I want to do,” you say, smiling up at him.

You and Luke continue to talk for the next hour on the plane. Talking about various adventures you’ll both get into when you’re back in Michigan, he talks about his brothers and how they both play in the NHL, and you talk about your grandparents and how they are you’re world. Time has a sense of flying by when you’re enjoying time with someone, and surprisingly you’re enjoying and loving the time talking to Luke. Even though you both just met, you two could talk forever. You really didn’t want to get off the plane as that would mean you wouldn’t be able to talk to him much more.

An hour or so later, the moment you had been dreading since talking to him has come, time to depart the plane. You’re walking down the hallway leading out of the plane when Luke speaks up next to you. “I know it’s crazy that we just met, but honestly you’re the easiest person to talk to that I have ever met. Hopefully that made sense?”

You nod, looking into his eyes, trying to savor the last look at him. “It made sense. I think the same goes for me. You listened to what I had to say, which is surprising because most people stop listening to me after awhile,” you blush at his intense stare, actually noticing how tall he was when you stood next to him.

You both make it through the exit. Luke turns to you again and tries to say, “Since we’re both gonna be here in Michigan for a bit, we should—” but he gets cut off by someone yelling. “LUKE!”

You both turn to where the sudden yelling was from. He mumbles, a hint of red touching his cheeks, “my brother, Quinn.” You nod, moving to the side so he can hug his brother.

Quinn must notice you, because he says to Luke, “Oh, sorry for interrupting, go ahead.” He pushed Luke to go back talking to you, but when he does, he notices that you have walked off to meet with, what he assumes is, your grandparents.

He smiles as he watches you hug and kiss them both. He watches as you hold a finger, signaling them to hold on for a second, and you walk back over to him. “I’m sorry, I gotta head on out, it was so lovely to meet you and talk to you, Luke.”

He smiles, “It was great to meet you, too, Y/N. As I was trying to say before, since we’re both in Michigan for a bit, how about we try and hang out?”

You try to stay cool, but you still let out a massive grin. “Yes, absolutely! I would love to!”

“Great! Reach out to me!” He moves closer to you, before he chickens out, he pulls you into a hug. You instantly hug him back, thinking it was crazy how you just met him and now don’t want him to go. “Bye, see you soon,” he says, pulling away and walking towards his brother.

You stand there a bit in shock before yelling across to him, “Wait, but I don’t have your number!”

Luke turns around, he gives you a grin, “Check your bag! I might’ve put it in there while I was getting it down!” You blush, giving him a thumbs up before heading over to your grandparents with the biggest grin on your face.

Later on, you finally get to unpacking your bag. Upon unzipping it, a piece of paper falls out. He must’ve written it when you went to the bathroom. Written on it, it says…

“It was great meeting you, and you’re the best person ever to talk to. If you ever need someone to listen, call me… xxxxxxxx”

Needless to say, you did call him, and he listened to you all night long. Both of you were in over your heads with each other.

#luke hughes #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes imagines #hockey imagines #hockey fics #nhlhockey fic #nhl imagines

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Ay Pedritooo

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader

Summary: Moments in which fans saw how good of a pair Pedro and Y/n is.

Date: October 2013

Warnings: paparazzi cause they’re shit, age gap (still platonic, Are they though? 🤨), hitting

A/n: YAYYY new fic!! Posted this a little later than my usual time but at least I got to share this with you guys already. 😊

THE OFFICIAL COMPILATION OF PEDRO PASCAL AND Y/N L/N'S MAJOR SIGHTINGS OF 2013

P.s. Not really major sightings just those of my fave Pedrito and little ducky videos and the last one cause I like what he did despite hating paps.

Vid 1: A fan run-in while buying drinks at the airport. March 2013

The video began with the camera facing the fan, who seemed to be in a state of shock. She was seen gasping and standing stiff at whatever she was seeing.

“I’m not-“ she began gulping while covering her mouth in shock. “I’m not joking guys, I’m gonna fucking cry, Im gonna,” she tells the camera while looking at the same spot since the video started.

“Guys look, look, look, look, I cannot think of anything at the moment Oh my GOD,” she says as she flips the camera and the one and only Pedro Pascal was shown.

“Ask where they’re going, you might be on the same flight.” Her friend told her jokingly to calm her down.

“ Can I? Can I go there? Can-can I say hi?” She asked before hesitating and walking closer

Her friend nudges her and brings her phone up to record and capture her friend's sudden meet and greet. As the friend was seen walking towards Pedro, Y/n was slowly entering the camera and then stood next to Pedro before pointing at something from the variety of drinks in the freezer.

“Oh my gosh! oh my gosh, they’re together!! On a trip!! Ahh, Pedro’s here what do I do” the fan ranted as she debated whether to go up to them. Seeing her friend slowly panicking she tries to calm her down and warn her, telling her to lower her voice as they were a mere 5 ft away from them so whatever she was saying can be heard. And if luck wasn’t with them, it was evident, because Y/N was seen looking behind for a bit before pulling Pedro down to whisper something. Pedro was seen ever slowly nodding before looking towards the two girls and waving, making the girls release soft shrieks that can be heard in the video.

Gathering up her confidence, the fan walked closer and asked if she can take a picture with Pedro, to which he nodded with a small smile and moved them out of the way to let other people pass. She tries to hand her phone to her friend, but since she was the one recording and her other hand was carrying their bag she can’t.

A soft, ”I can take the picture for you guys,“ was heard before the camera pans to you who was already reaching for the camera with a smile.

ahh, y/n’s so sweet, and the way she told Pedro that a fan was walking up to him. girlllll! you be doing one for us Pedro girlies to imagine stuff.

In shock both girls can only nod and before they knew it a couple of pictures were already taken. The fan was seen facing Pedro to say something to him but she froze as her mind and body still can’t process that she was seeing her idol.

Pedro who sees her state softly asks, “Hey, hey, are you ok? You want something to drink?”. The girl was only able to respond with a nod and shaking her head sideways to answer the second question. With that, the fan leaned closer in an attempt for a hug and to her surprise Pedro accepted immediately, to show his appreciation and to calm the starstruck fan down.

You were then seen on camera once more, but this time to return the phone to the friend who was recording before approaching the pair. You were seen trying to console the fan by telling her silly things and before you know it the fan got a hold of herself and was seen thanking Pedro and you.

Pedro was seen chatting with her for a bit more before you tapped him on the shoulder and told him something. Looking back at you he looks at his watch before mouthing the words “Wait for me,” before approaching both girls.

“Sorry, but it appears that our flight had started boarding and we really don’t want to be late, so if you could please excuse us it would be great. Also, F/n, thank you for your kind words earlier it’s deeply appreciated. Hoping we can cross paths somewhere again,” he said somewhat apologetically. The girls responded with short no’s and “it’s ok, we understand, hoping to see you soon too.”

The girls waved at the pair as they leave after checking their things out.

Vid 2: fans recorded a conversation between Pedro and y/n during their first trip to Amalfi Coast. July 2013

You were both sunbathing on one of the sun loungers placed near the shore on Amalfi Coast, you are seen laying on your stomach, in a bikini, reading a magazine while Pedro was sitting up, only in some beach shorts, trying to take look at the menu.

“Y/N!” Pedro screamed at your ear to grab your attention.

Jolting up, you hit him with your magazine and switched to lay on your back instead. “Ay Pedritoooooo, ¿qué quieres?” You asked him rather bothered that he interrupted your reading time.

Huffing, he looked at you through his sunglasses before handing you the menu. “I just wanted to ask you what drink you wanted from that stall over there,” he was seen pointing to the stall just a few feet away from them.

Turning to look, you squinted as it was too bright to see things clearly. Sighing, Pedro removes his sunglasses and calls out to you again.

“Hey ducky, look here,” he said to you and as you turned you were immediately greeted with a hand on your head and glasses fixed upon your nose. With a small smile, you lean up from where you were laying, to mess up his hair.

“Ahhhh, muchas gracias,” you said affectionately.

“ No hay problema, mi patito,” he said as he nudged you with the menu once again, and this time you took it and scanned the choices.

While waiting for you Pedro decided to lay on his own sun lounger, but not even a minute has passed since he’d lay down, and a lady was seen walking towards them carrying a tray filled with snacks. As soon as she nears them she immediately calls out to him.

“Mr Pascal? Am I right?” She asks

Confused, he sat up before looking towards their visitor.

“Yes, you’re right” He started out slowly and once it was confirmed it was him, the staff placed the tray down on the table near the chairs.

“Sorry but a friend of mine, who owns the stall at the very far end of the beach front is a really big fan of yours,” she said, rather ashamedly.

“But she’s too shy to approach you herself so she told me to tell you that she’s been a big fan of yours for years and she’s wishing that she can have the strength to come up to you soon,” she continued.

A little taken aback, he can only clear his throat before replying, “Oh thank you,.... for the support I mean.” He began nervously as he looked at you who was not paying attention to what was happening.

“Yes, thank you but you guys didn’t have to bring in the snacks, that’s a little too much from your end,” Pedro added while smiling up at the lady staff.

“No no, she insisted that I bring this to you for you to have a more relaxing day and she hopes that you’ve been enjoying your stay here.”

Pedro lets out a breathy laugh before replying with a small “thank you,” as he stands up and gives the lady a handshake.

Nodding the staff looks at him before saying a quick, “ Thank you for visiting our country Mr Pascal, hope you and the little lady have an enjoyable stay.” Then leaving all of a sudden.

It was seen that you perked up as soon as you were referred to as “the little lady”, so when the lady left you looked at Pedro, mouth agape.

“I’m a little what now?” You said confused.

Pedro began laughing at that and replied with a loud “Little Lady!! She called you a little lady HAHAHA”

“I mean she’s not wrong you are little, just not a lady.” he continued

Gasping loudly, you hit him again but this time with the menu, “If I’m not a lady then what am I??” You said with a small pout.

Laughing he pinched your pout, “ a duck, y/n, you are a little duck.”

You tried to look mad and offended but that didn’t last long because as soon as he cracked a small smile, both of you broke into a laughing mess.

Pedro was seen leaning down to rest his head on your stomach while being sat at the opposite sun lounger. You were still laughing when he did that so you opted on resting the menu on top of his head. That continued to be your position for a good minute and a half until you calmed down. You were seen ruffling his hair to make him look up at you before pointing to the menu in hand.

excuse me! !Mr. Pedro Pascal, what in the heavens am I watching. The glasses, the Spanish conversation, the nicknames, the position they are in, don’t tell me this is just to fill in a person’s physical touch need cause ahhh I can’t talk right now. And y/n living every Pedro girlies dream right now!!!! Also, the staff calling y/n a little lady, when she didn't recognize her.

“I’ll probably just have my usual, thank you for asking me though,” you said to him.

“Okayyyyy, buutttt,” he paused as he moved closer, “to spice things up I'm going to get you something they recommend, how ’bout that?” He said teasingly.

A combined snort and giggle were heard from you before you pushed him away.

“Why’d you ask me to choose then??” You asked with your eyes peering up at him as he stood up.

“I don’t know just wanted to ask you in case you liked something different, but you didn’t so I’m gonna do it for you,” he said full of confidence.

Pretending to be annoyed you hit him once again before giving up, “fine, just make sure it tastes good alright?”

In feigned offence it was his turn to ruffle up your hair, “Of course!!! I know what you like remember, I’ll just choose something I think you’d like don’t worry.”

You were seen nodding in response before Pedro was seen putting on a shirt and then walking towards the stall.

From afar, it was seen that a few bystanders, surely fans, approached Pedro for some pictures and autographs.

Pedro is that one sibling that asks if you own the snacks in the cabinet only telling you that they ate them already, but Pedro’s not really giving sibling vibes if you guys get me. is it just me but I find it weird and a little creepy that someone was able to record this whole video and post it online without being spotted, like ever.

Vid 3: Pedro was caught by paps outside of a restaurant. September 2013

The flashing of camera lights are what greeted Pedro as soon as he stepped out of the restaurant. Putting on a smile, the politely waved while lengthening his steps for him to reach his car at a faster time. But that was deemed impossible as the paps blocked his only path towards it.

Softly sighing to hide his annoyance he looked at them saying, “good evening, if you might create a path for me to walk through it would be appreciated,” as he tried to make way for himself.

“Sorry guys but I don’t want to be late for this, I really have to go. Come back another time.” He said as he found a space he can pass through.

The majority of the paps let him pass but a couple of them continued to trail him towards his car, bombarding him with questions along the lines of “why are you in such a hurry?” “you just have to answer some questions for us.” “Pedro, Pedro, Look here!!”

I fucking hate paps, but this video is only here cause he looked good, he was kind enough to entertain them after he was bombarded, and that look on his face when the reporter asked about the beach trip video.

Sighing for the nth time that night, he stopped and told them that he would ask a few questions before having to leave. The paparazzi nodded enthusiastically at that and began asking him simultaneously.

“Pedro!! Here, is a question. Why is it that you’re alone for dinner tonight? You’re usually seen with a friend or family what’s up?” The man asked loudly

Looking at the man he shook his head before answering, “I’m assuming the friend you’re asking about is either Sarah or y/n and all I can say is that-uh, their both busy, as well as I am and me being alone doesn’t really mean anything.”

“Here!! Look here,” the lady said with great effort. Looking to his left, he found the woman before nodding. “Pedro speaking of Y/n, have you heard of the rumours surrounding the both of you?”

And that caught his attention. It wasn’t that they were both inactive on the "World Wide Web", it’s just that they don’t really spend that much time searching themselves up just to find made-up stories and theories under their name.

Squinting his eyes he looked straight at her before asking “What rumors are you talking about?”

The paparazzi boomed at that question each of them answering the question on their own. Shushing the others he urged the woman to speak.

“ As I was saying, the rumours. The rumours that you guys are dating. It started after your trip to the Amalfi coast, a few months back. What can you say about that?”

With a knowing look on his face, Pedro can only shrug before moving on to another question. After entertaining a final question, he then ran to his car and drives away as soon as it started. Leaving the paparazzi with their own interpretations and theories on his answers and reactions.

A/N: Last compilation, for now, will post individual stories in the following days. also sorry for my shit Spanish, my dad did tell me I don't count as Latina cause I can't speak it for my life. Oh also let me know if you guys want a background check on y/n, it will also help you guys understand some points that were and are to be stated. don't be shy to message!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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EARTH ARCADE!READER/AHN YUJIN

headcanons and moments between earth arcade member!reader and ahn yujin.

tags: 1.5k words of pure fluff.

warnings: none probably

you were the 5th member of earth arcade. a young actress that has been garnering attention recently.

laughter echoed throughout the stairway. suddenly, nervousness prevents you to climb the last few steps of the stairs . you peek in the corner to see a familiar face facing the doorway, lee youngji.

deciding there’s really no choice but to move forward you enter the doorway, bowing and greeting. everybody paused for a second, then chaos ensued.

“woah!” lee eunji, a comedian you often see on TV, exclaims before reciting your lines from your latest drama.

mimi, from oh my girl, joins in not soon after. even going as far playing the role of your scene partner.

“thank you for having me. nice to meet you.” you greet politely.

“gosh. you’re so formal.” younji poked fun good-naturedly at your antics despite bowing in response. “don’t worry. im sure she’s going to be infected by your rowdiness soon enough.” eunji quickly replied earning a loud laugh from mimi.

“wait. wait. do you know anybody in this room?” this time it was producer na who took a jab at your surprising awkwardness.

“well, i know you.” you look straightly at producer na. he chuckled at your honesty.

“i know everybody from TV and mostly from social media. this is my first time meeting everybody.”

before you can react, you hear youngji let out a load “oh!”. you turn towards the door to see ahn yujin, one of the literally and figuratively hottest idols in the industry.

you’ve only seen her on your screen. now, your mouth gape at the sight of the real thing. ahn yujin in the flesh.

withouth thinking, you bowed repeatedly like an idiot. “oh my gosh, what an honor!”

“miss y/n l/n. oh my god.” yujin ran over to you. and the sole reason you stopped your continuous bowing was to admire her. ‘wow, she’s so close.’

your eyes popped out their sockets as she takes your hand and shakes it gently. “im a big fan. i watch your dramas religiously. i can name all your projects, i’ve watched each of them at least twice.” she professes, not once pausing.

“thank you. what an honor. im a big fan of yours as well. wow, you’re hands are so soft. sorry, im being weird. its just- wow.” you breathed out.

laughter echoed through the room as everybody watched your exchange.

“its like one fan girl meeting another.” mimi exclaims. “their eyes turned heart-shaped for a moment like those cartoon characters” eunji added.

your eyes find yujin’s only to find hers already looking you.

yujin was a big fan of yours even way before meeting you in jiraksil. what she didn’t know was that you were bigger fan of hers.

you rummage through your luggage until you found what you were looking for. if the people around you didn’t know any better they would've you were a thief thirsty for something valuable.

“y/n, you look like a racoon in a garbage can.” mimi jested.

“aha! found it!” you exclaimed, holding up a package in the air like its a trophy.

eunji steps closer to inspect. “its an…album.” she traced confusedly.

“yep.” you walked towards yujin who was watching the entire scene unfold through the comforts of her bed.

you held the album with both your hands and extended your arms towards her, looking similar to a school girl confessing to her crush by giving chocolates.

“will you please sign it.” you shut your eyes tightly, like a school girl afraid of getting rejected.

in the show, you play the good-for-nothing chaos maker role together with younji.

“oh come on. do i really have to pair up with you?” yujin complains but her wide smile betrays her.

“how could you say that?” you exclaim then proceeds to chase yujin around, puckering your lips and making kissing sounds while opening your arms. you both run around, you chasing her and yujin trying to escape your grasp. she squeals and giggles. and when you did catch her you wasted no time in tickling her.

“somebody get these two love birds away from me. i can’t watch any longer.” younji makes a gagging noise.

nine times out of ten you mess up causing you to receive an earful from a perfectionist yujin.

“you should've known that! it was so easy!” yujin berates you. but despite her words, her smile beams at you brightly.

“how would i know that? that song is practically ancient.” your hands fly up in the air defensively.

“even i know that.” yujin retorts.

“that’s because you’re like a grandma in teenagers body. a normal person your age wouldn’t know that.” you argued.

“what?!” yujin looked at you dramatically like you’ve done an unspeakable crime, like you just kicked a dog.

“there they go again. they’re like an old married couple.” eunji deadpans at the camera.

yujin likes annoying and bullying you as a form of showing her adoration.

“eunseo-ah! i got something to tell you!” yujin stand from the couch abruptly to recite your lines from your drama.

usually, you take pride in your work but yujin had impersonated you for the nth time today that you can’t help but cover your ears.

“somebody please! make it stop!” you plead. the other members chuckle at your misery.

“eunseo-ah! i’ve like you since we were kids! please go out with me.” yujin continued, this time much more dramatic than the last.

she's reenacting a scene from one of your most famous dramas. a scene where your love interest, which yujin is embodying right now, is confessing love to your character, eunseo.

“eunseo-ah! eunseo-ah” the idol shakes your arm giddily as you look straight. she takes entertainment at your exasperation. and continues to mimic your characters from various dramas for the rest of the night.

yet she never fails to show her adoration towards you in other ways.

“eunji, what do you think?” yujin asks the older girl who was browsing at the rack of clothes.

“it looks amazing on you! you should buy it!” eunji encourages the younger girl.

“oh! it isn’t for me. its for y/n” yujin clarifies.

“im sure she’d be happy to receive that. in fact, im sure she’d be over the moon with anything you give her.” eunji recalls how much you dote on yujin. “you could get her a random rock and she’d probably treasure it like it’s from space.”

yujin’s cheeks flared red at the thought. eunji laughs at her embarrassed state. “you’re both such dorks.”

in the end, yujin couldn’t decide which one you’d like best so she bought three different clothes for you.

your relationship peaked in the wake up mission where you secretly help yujin because you felt bad for her.

you found out yujin’s mission when you entered the shower after her. the shower reeked of garlic. you had to laugh at the absurdity of the smell. in addition, there were bits and pieces of garlic skin on the floor. putting two and two together didn’t take long after that.

the lights were out. youngji and mimi were asleep but you were unable to. so you ventured out until you heard noises. it was faint but your mind is still alert from all the caffeine you took that day.

heading towards the noise, you found yourself before yujin and eunji’s room. you carefully open the door to meet yujin’s wide eyes.

yujin looked like a lunatic holding the pestle midair with her crazy eyes. you chuckle lightly, tiptoeing towards her. “you’re too competitive for your own good.”

“don’t tell anybody.” yujin quickly pleads.

“there’s no one to tell anything to.” your words put her at ease. at much ease someone mincing garlic in the middle of the night could feel.

“why are you still awake anyway?” she asks you silently. “i don’t know. i guess my body was itching to pester you.” even through the dark, yujin’s smile still shined bright. and you hoped the darkness was enough to hide the redness of your cheeks.

fans adore your dynamic with yujin. the push and pull relationship you both have managed to gather a lot of attention on social media.

“everybody, slow down. i can’t read your comments, they’re too fast.” you squint at the screen. you were live on instagram, hoping to interact with your fans.

after the live chat had slowed down, one comment managed to catch your eye.

“are you wearing yujin’s shirt?” you looked down at the said piece of clothing. sure, you had no memory of buying this particular shirt but that goes a lot for your other shirts as well. some were sponsored, gifts or bought while drunk. you assumed it was one of those three.

until, a loud ping came from your phone and a notification popped at the top of your screen.

yujinnie: yes, that’s mine. i put it on your suitcase so it’ll remind you of me ;).

you smile like an idiot while reading the text. then, you realize something. yujin is watching this live because how else would she send that in perfect timing.

your face flush at the thought of her being amongst the thousands watching you right now. and you flush a shade darker, because she must’ve witnessed you grin at her text.

the comment remained unanswered as you decided to keep this detail to yourself.

even after filming season one, yujin continues to support you by posting scenes from your drama. her instagram quickly transformed into a fanpage because of how often she would fan girl about you.

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"you like that, eh? aw, don't cry. shut your fucking mouth and take this cock like a good girl you are."

oh that?? well.. here's the thing. at the start of your relationship with seonghwa years ago, he has always remind you that if you feel uncomfortable whenever you have sex, you should always tell him about it. you've always keep that in mind until you finally grew comfy with him. and now.. what did you do? you fucked up, messed with him by teasing him with;

"hmm.. i think im still not comfy with the size." "im okay, i can take your cock" "wait no! i think it doesn't fit." "no, i think it does." "ahh shit! it doesn't!"

he started to lose temper, his dick pressing hard against his sweats as if he's not impatient to fill you up. as for you.. you like to tease seonghwa like he's some kind of joke. wearing such a short shorts that your fucking panties goes visible, and that your nipples literally poked out of your hello kitty crop top, also exposing half of your body. so.. thats how you ended up bending over on the bed, face buried into the pillows with the both of your hands being held by him from the back. and his cock.. don't even say it again. he plays your folds with his tip like a fucking tease.

"a-ah.. hwa.. please? let me have some of that dick inside.." you begged, voiced almost muffled by the fabrics. seonghwa chuckled, pressing the head hard to your entrance till it went it a little. only the tip. "oh you gotta be nice for that one. i only gave in earlier because you begged like a good fucking girl. but why do you have to scold how my pace is slow or not? shit makes me insane you know.. these pretty pussy are not good enough to be filled. i need the owner to beg more." seonghwa spanks your already red with hand prints ass, exciting him more by the sound you made. "c'mon princess. don't you have something to say to me?" he once again took the head back out, thrusting in between your wet ass. "mmh.. please just.. please hwa.. need your pretty cock inside me, fill your princess up please..? i swear i'll be good.." you cried, pushing your body against him to feel his dick once more.

seonghwa clicked his tongue, letting go of your hands and helping you roll to your back and facing him. you sighed in tiredness of the position for at least.. an hour? seonghwa aligned his cock at your entrance, holding your hip while the other is sliding his dick in. you arched your back to the feeling. "gosh... your dick 's so fucking good.." you moaned. seonghwa fell on your shoulder, head buried deep into it as he thrusts his hips to yours. he bit your neck, making a small love bruise on it. "oh fuck, you're god damn pretty being filled in like this.. fucking moan like a slut more and i'll cum inside you. you're mine baby." he breathed heavily, mixing them with his moans as your pussy and his cock making filthy sounds that fills in the room.

you moaned, loudly and sweetly in his ear. you knew what you were doing, and of course its on purpose. so he'd fill you up like you wanted him to. "fucking hell, im fucking close baby, please don't stop." he moaned. his hands dug deep into your skin, pace going fast as he's close to cumming. "aah.. so good. good girl hm?" his hips started to grow more slow, your breathes slowing down after coming on each other. seonghwa thrusts in a few more times to ride his high, then pulling it out ad he watches your dripping wet cunt. "god.. your pussy is so fucking pretty like this." he licked his lips, fingers weren't wasting a second to caress your wet folds. he pushed the remain liquids into you with his fingers, basically overstimulating you. "mmh,, can't take it anymore.. sensitive." you said, legs shaking from hours of teasing and a hot sex you just got.

"come on baby, let me take you to the bathroom. a good girl deserves it."

GOD I FINALLY POSTED AFTER A LONGGGGGG FUCKING TIMEEE 😫😫 i missed writing filthy seonghwa drabbles sm bro KSKSSJJSSBD but hey!!!! i found a time to finish this yayy woohoo shai is finally free!!!! 😼😼😼 hope ya'll liked this ass lol the fuck

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