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popping back in after like 6 months with this gem
Wrong Number - Elisa De Almeida
Summary: When Elisa sends a picture to the girl she was flirting with at the club...except it wasn't the right number.
Warning: ...there is a picture here loll.
A/n: I'm so sorry but this is by far the worst fic I've written, I've tried to do something new and I'm not so confident about it. I still wanted you guys to read it and all the support from the anonymous asks helped me a lot. Thank you!
This picture is NOT Elisa, it is from @/torinha___ on instagram
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i love jason todd
CNCOWNER??? CHRIS VELEZ????? dios mio, ya te admiro, chicaaaaa 🥰
AMO A ESOS CINCO HERMOSOS SERES HUMANOS DESDE QUE SIEMPRE. Encontré a mi manada, mi equipo.
Moonstruck
jason todd x reader
aka sober thoughts and all that
warnings: intoxication
Jason has a thing about drinking around you. He’d kind of skirted around it for a while when you were first dating, but after a while you’d noticed he never really has more than a drink or two regardless of how much you had. The only times you ever see him drink more is when he’s downing whiskey as a pain mitigater when he needs stitches. You’d initially assumed he just wasn’t a big drinker, but eventually you’d come to realize it was more of a matter of not wanting to lose his inhibitions around you.
You know he’s still working on trusting himself, even sober, because he’s terrified of accidentally hurting you. But you have a hard time imagining him losing control like that in any state and you’re nearly certain he’s just being hard on himself.
You’ve been falling in and out of less than peaceful sleep for the past few hours, having trouble easing yourself while your boyfriend is still out. You at least attempted to get to bed earlier tonight because for once he isn’t out fighting crime and risking injury, though you haven’t found much more luck than usual.
You lie on your back, half ready to give up and turn on a movie while you wait.
You’re momentarily startled to hear Dick bellow out your name, no regard for the fact that it’s nearing three in the morning and you have neighbors. He’s not much of a shouter so you’re instantly on alert, worried that he or Jason are hurt.
You fumble out of bed and rush to the living room, surprised to find your fire escape empty. You turn, proceeding towards the front door, opening it cautiously.
“Dick? What—” You don’t need to finish your question because the second you take one good look at the two of them, the state of them is immediately clear. Dick, who’s barely standing upright on his own, supports your boyfriend's weight via Jason’s arm slinged around his shoulder.
“Hey!” Dick grins at you, far more lively than he has any business being this late at night. “Sorry, couldn’t remember which apartment was yours.”
You nod pensively, “Well the perspective’s different than when you’re coming in through the window.”
He continues on past that without thought, “I’ve come to deliver,” he says, gesturing up to Jason with a bit of a strain. You’re pretty sure there were supposed to be a couple more words at the end of that sentence but you understand well enough anyway.
You nod, eyebrows raised and try to hide a smile. “Thanks, Dick.” He shifts your boyfriend off of his shoulder to lean him up against the door frame, where Jason places a majority of his weight.
You eye him warily, not confident in his steadiness. He seems to hold well enough against the heavy door though, his eyes drifting around the tiled floor. Your attention shifts to Dick, who’s clearly satisfied with a job well done and ready to go.
You tilt your head, seeing him turn away. “You good?”
“I’m great!” He calls out with a thumbs up. You watch as he staggers away, nearly missing the exit.
You look back over at Jason, who’s already staring at you with a soft gaze. “You’re pretty,” he fawns, irises blown out and flickering all over your face.
“Oh you’re drunk drunk.” You grin, watching him stumble forward a bit.
He shakes his head, looking a bit dizzy after, “Shoulda seen Tim.”
You pause mid laugh, “…Who drove you here?”
He falters at that, gaze falling to the floor. “Uh…” He winces, “Damian…”
You nod slowly, eyes wide, “We’re gonna talk about that tomorrow.”
“He’s better than you’d think.” You’d hope so.
Well, at least he’s spending time with his brothers.
You sigh, straightening your posture in preparation for the job to come. “Alright, come on big guy,” you pull him up from his slant against the wall, hauling him into the same position he’d been in with Dick—though you’re struggling significantly more to hold him upright. “You gotta help me out here, Jay,” you grunt, trying very hard not to fold under his weight. You swat the door shut behind you, making peace with the fact that he’ll scold you in the morning for not locking it.
He presses an uncoordinated kiss to the side of your head as you try to shuffle him along, not interested in the least in easing your labor. His self discipline isn't quite gone, but his awareness of how big he is sure seems to be.
You wobble from the heavy weight of his arm around your shoulders, holding onto him by his waist. You manage to get him to sidestep your cat, narrowly, though Salem hisses at him all the same. Jason takes no notice. You stumble into your bedroom with only about 30% of his usual balance aiding your effort.
He collapses onto the bed the second his legs hit the frame, pulling you down with him. You lie, somewhat awkwardly, on his chest as he holds you tight—probably tighter than he would if he were sober. It feels nice though.
You lie your cheek flat on his chest, relaxing against him. “What’d you guys do? Thought you were just having an easy night.”
He takes a deep breath before answering, “Raided Dick’s liquor c—” he stops, mulling over his words. “...Bruce’s liquor that was in Dick’s cabinet.” He annunciates every word in that sentence very carefully.
You squint speculatively, “Didn’t take Dick for the stealing type.”
He grumbles, “He’s not. ‘Less it’s Bruce.”
You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face, “Aw, you really do take after your big brother, don’t you?”
He scoffs at that, “I don’t. I’m the one who gave him the idea.” Yeah, that sounds right.
He taps on your cheek lightly and you pick your head up to find him looking at you with puppy dog eyes.
“What’s that look for?”
“Can I kiss you?” his eyes drop down to your lips, “I really wanna kiss you.” He’s nearly whispering and you feel your heart skip several beats at the feeling of his eyes on you like this.
You press a light kiss to his lips and he practically purrs.
You pull back, admiring the serene expression on his face. “You taste like whiskey.”
“I like whiskey,” he says honestly.
You smile, nodding. “I know. Don’t know why, but..”
He leans in for another kiss but you parry, only letting his lips meet your cheek. He frowns grimly, attempting to chase your lips.
“Lemme kiss you,” the pout on his face is adorable and while you hesitate to deny him, you retreat, resting your chin on his chest.
You smile wistfully, tracing his cheekbone, “You’re drunk, baby.”
“‘M not that drunk,” he tells you, though everything about him says otherwise.
Your hand falls flat on his shoulder. “Your eleven year old brother drove you here.”
He shrugs, “He can drive the bat…batcar? Bat…”
“Batmobile,” you finish.
“The batmobile.” he nods, as if he was seconds away from remembering. You suspect he wasn’t.
“Bruce lets him drive it?” you question, wholly disbelieving.
“No.”
Enough said.
“You’re gonna be hungover as hell in the morning,” you mumble, taking in his uninhibited demeanor.
He nods that off, “‘S okay. You’ll be here, right?”
You tilt your head, observing him chalantly. “Where else would I go?”
His arms snake tighter around you at that, giving you a little squeeze before relenting.
“I wanna marry you,” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it neatly behind your ear.
You blink rapidly a few times, “What?” You push yourself up on his chest, sitting up on his abdomen.
“Wanna marry you.” He repeats, eyes lidded as he breathes easy under you. “You’re m’favorite person…want you t’be my wife.”
Your breath gets caught in your throat. “..You want me to be your wife?”
His lips are slightly parted and his pupils are wide as he stares up at you, taking in your features carefully. “‘Course I do.” He brings his fingers up to your cheek, touching you softly with all the wonderment of a little kid. “You’re so pretty.”
You’re quick to return, “So are you.” Especially right now.
He shuts his eyes momentarily, shaking his head morosely, “You gotta stop bein’ so nice t’me,” he lets his hand fall to rest on your thigh. “Don’t deserve it.”
“Shut up,” you lour, “You deserve it more than anybody.”
“No. Not more than you,” his hands knead at your thighs like it’s an instinct. “You deserve everything.” He closes his eyes, tilting his chin up as his head sinks further back into the pillow. “Think I’d do anything you wanted.”
“Jay—”
He continues on, “Want you t’be happy. Wanna make you happy.”
Your face falls into an expression of dazed awe, “You do make me happy.”
He dwindles at that, “No, really happy. Take care of you. Build you a house, give you babies. Wha’ever you want.”
He paws at your thighs, trying to get you to come closer again to him. You lay back down on top of him and his hand instantly buries itself in your hair, stroking softly. “You’re just…you’re so perfect…” He turns his head to mumble against your forehead, “Feel like I dreamed you, sometimes.”
You breathe deeply against the crook of his neck, eyes feeling glassy. “I love you.” It’s all you can get out, and it’s not enough, but it’s all of it.
“I love you,” he says like he’s trying to turn it into gospel. “So much. I love you so much, so fuckin’ much.” His words start to get lost in his weary babbling.
Your chest feels full and you can distinctly feel every beat of your heart against it. Or maybe it’s Jason’s heart. But what’s the difference?
You press a tender kiss to the nape of his neck. “You’re really sweet when you’re drunk, you know that?”
He hums lowly, head lulling against yours.
You still for a second, finding his breathing has slowed and his hand has seized its movement in your hair. His soft breaths fill the air as you press a kiss to his collarbone before settling in completely. “You’re gonna love when I tell you about this in the morning,” you whisper, letting your eyes shut too.
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First sort of NSFW blurb? Idk. I've got some requests to work through but I'm going to try to get them done tomorrow.
Does anyone else like the idea of tender sex with Jason Todd? Like, him when he isn't really desperate for release as much as he's desperate to just feel you for as long as possible so after a long day he's COMPLETELY pressed against you as much as physically possible—like arms around you, squeezing until they're numb, hips flushed to yours, not even snapping in or out, just staying buried in you until you complain you need more, face pressed your neck until he thinks he'll suffocate while pressing kiss after kiss to your skin without pulling back so much as an inch to do it, just trying to get even closer. Even feeling your heart beating against his isn't enough, he still wants to be even closer.
Your hand turned the page you were reading in your magazine while Nick spent some time in the waves.
“But what a beauty I just found.” You looked up and watched your boyfriend grab his towel to dry his hair.
“Mr. Leister, how hot you look today.” You teased and he leaned down to take your chin between his index finger and thumb, kissing you softly.
“You're not far behind, precious.” You smiled and as he settled on the cot next to you, you closed the magazine and grabbed the sunscreen.
“Could you...?” He immediately nodded and positioned himself behind you. He poured a little of the product into his hands and began to spread it on your back, making you hum while you enjoyed the massage he began to give you and at the end, he gave your rear a small pat.
“Ready, love. Would you like to go swimming? The water is just the way you like it.”
You nodded and before you could even think about moving, he took you into his arms and started walking towards the sea.
“Put me down!” You laughed and he hummed negatively.
“No way.” In the end he lowered you into the sea, it reaching your waist making you cling to his body due to the sudden change in temperature. “I don't dislike this, huh.”
Nick laughed as his hands explored the entire length of your waist and back.
“You're out of your mind.” You giggled and kissed him lovingly.
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hiii can you do a smut where nicholas comes home from a photo shoot and he sees you in his favorite pair of panties and his t-shirt on and he drops his bags and walks up to you and starts eating your pussy like a feast and he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking and squirting
warnings— praise kink, oral(f!receiving), edging, overstimulating, begging.
a/n— oh you guys are DIRTY🤭i love it, working on the other requests, patience <3
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Nicholas stepped through the door, setting his bags down with a heavy sigh from the long photo shoot he had earlier. The tired expression on his face shifted the moment he saw you standing there, leaning casually against the kitchen counter. His favorite pair of panties, a dainty, bow adorned thong, his oversized t-shirt barely covered you and your braids done up in a bun showcasing your beautiful features. The sight sent a jolt through him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, eyes darkening as they trailed over you.
Before you could respond, he crossed the space between you, his hands gripping your waist. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he murmured, voice low with frustration.
You didn’t have time to answer. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands tugging the hem of his shirt higher, exposing the delicate fabric he loved so much.
“You don’t wear this unless you’re throwing yourself at me,” he growled, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “And now you’re going to take everything I give you.”
The heat of his breath sent shivers up your spine. His lips found the sensitive skin above the bow of your thong, teasing before he tugged it aside. A sharp gasp left you as his tongue flicked against your pussy, his movements precise yet merciless.
Your hands flew to his hair, tangling in the soft strands, pulling him closer as your back arched against the counter. “Nick,” you whimpered, voice shaking as his tongue worked expertly, edging you closer and closer to your orgasm.
His hands skimmed along your thighs, gripping it and caressing as he continued eating your pussy like he hadn’t eaten anything all day.
“You’re fucking dripping down my chin, sweetheart, so wet,” he murmured in between licks.
But then, just as you were about to cum, he stopped.
“Not yet,” he muttered, pulling back slightly, his lips glistening. “You think you can tease me, walking around like this, and not pay for it?”
“Please,” you begged, voice trembling.
He smirked, pressing another deliberate kiss to the sensitive spot on your inner thigh. “You’ll cum when I say so.”
The soft press of his lips was followed by the slow, glide of his tongue across your pussy. It was so dirty. So intimate. He flicked his tongue fast, as though breaking you was his sole purpose. The movements of his tongue and lips on your pussy alternated between slow, sweeping strokes and firmer, that left you trembling.
Your fingers found their way into his hair again, clutching tightly as you cried out and your body became weak. His moan of approval vibrated against you, sending a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through your body. “You taste so good,” he murmured between kisses.
The pressure in your abdomen built steadily, his rhythm never faltering. Each flick of his tongue felt like a carefully crafted note to have you fall apart under the weight of him eating you out. He would pause occasionally, letting your orgasm rise, the ache for release growing unbearable before he resumed clamping his lips on your pussy with even greater intent.
Every sound you made only seemed to spur him on, his hands tightening their grip on your thighs to keep you steady. When you tried to move, grinding against his face, seeking more, he chuckled softly, pulling back to leave you breathless. “Not so fast,” he teased, his lips brushing against you as he spoke. “You’ll cum when I let you.”
The cycle repeated, each wave of pleasure building higher as he edged you again and again, only to pull back at the last moment. Your body trembled uncontrollably, your breath hitching as you clung to him.
Nicholas pulled back slightly, his lips and chin glistening with your juices as he smirked at you. His eyes were locked on your trembling body, drinking in the way you shook with need. “You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” he teased.
“Mhmm,” you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair as you tried to pull him closer. “Please, I need it, Nicholas. I can’t—”
“You can,” he interrupted, pressing a passionate kiss to your clit before returning to his work. “You’ll take everything I give you and nothing more until I say so.”
His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes now, just enough to drive you wild but never enough to tip you over the edge. Your hips bucked instinctively, but his firm hands held you in place, refusing to let you chase the release you so desperately needed.
“Please,” you whimpered again, your voice breaking as your nails grazed his scalp. “I need to—Nicholas, I can’t take it anymore!”
He chuckled low against you, the sound vibrating through your entire body. “Look at you, falling apart for me. You’re so good for me, baby. So perfect, so ready, and yet—” He paused, pulling back just enough to make you cry out in frustration. “You’re not there yet.”
Your head fell back, and tears pricked your eyes as the pleasure inside you became almost unbearable. “I’ll do anything,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Nick, let me cum. Please, I need you. I’ll be good, I swear, just let cum for you.”
His hands tightened on your thighs as his lips curved into a grin. “Anything, huh?” he murmured, returning to his slow, tormenting rhythm on your clit. “Say it again. Tell me how much you need me.”
“I need you,” you choked out, your voice thick with emotion. “I need you so much, Nicholas. Please, I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Not yet,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “Not until I say you’ve earned it.”
Each time you felt your release draw near, he would pull back, leaving you shaking and gasping for air. He repeated this over and over, his control over you unwavering. “You’re so close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he murmured, pressing a kiss just above where you ached for him the most. “I can feel you trembling. You want it so bad you’re ready to beg again, aren’t you?”
“I am begging!” you cried out, your voice breaking as your back arched off the counter. “Please, Nicholas, I’ll do anything you want. Please, I can’t—”
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he praised, finally giving you just enough to push you closer. “So perfect, so ready. All mine. Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you sobbed, clinging to him as your body shook uncontrollably. “Please, Nicholas, let me—”
“Now,” he growled, finally giving in. “Let go for me, baby. Cum for me.”
The moment your man gave his permission, it was as if the tension in your body snapped all at once, releasing in an overwhelming rush that you couldn’t hold back even if you tried. Your entire body arched off the counter as waves of pleasure surged through you, squirting all over him and leaving you gasping and trembling beneath his touch.
“Good girl,” Nicholas murmured, as he held you steady, his hands firm yet soothing on your thighs. “That’s it—just cum for me. Don’t hold anything back.”
You cried out, the sound raw and unrestrained as it all became almost too much. Your legs shook uncontrollably, and your fingers clenched in his hair, trying to ground yourself as your body gave in completely. “Oh my—Nicholas, I—”
“I know,” he whispered, his tone soft but commanding. “I can feel how good it is, baby. You’re soaking me.” He sounded almost in awe, his lips curving into a satisfied smile against your skin. “So perfect, so beautiful when you fall apart like this.”
Your breathing came in ragged gasps, your chest rising and falling as the sensations overwhelmed you. He stayed there, drawing out every last drop of you, refusing to let you come down too quickly. His hands held you firmly in place, his lips and tongue working with precision as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
Your voice broke into a series of desperate whimpers, the pleasure so intense that it was unbearable. “Nicholas, I—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “You can take it. You’re doing so well for me.”
When the final wave hit, it left you utterly spent, your body collapsing against the counter as you let out a shuddering breath. Nicholas pulled back slightly, his hands still gentle on your thighs as he stood up to look at you, his lips curving into a soft smile. “There she is,” he said. “My perfect girl.”
everything i want honestly. such a perfection of a man🥲
i wanna worship every.single.part of his body //i love him so much help me nicholas hmu 🙏🏻‼️
i hate it here so i will go to the secret gardens in my mind
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If you could do one where reader and JJ used to be together secretly but they broke up and stayed friends and like months later when JJ is with Kiara all the pogues find out about their relationship it would be awesome <33
The crickets were chirping in the background while you leaned your hip against the wall in the backyard of your house and JJ was in front of you, playing with his hat. Your gaze was on the floor as you both stood in a tense silence.
“So that's it?” He broke the silence with a trembling voice and you sighed, looking up into his eyes, seeing the pain in them.
“You know this is the best decision.”
He nodded slowly and turned around, walking towards his motorcycle.
“We'll be fine, right?” You raised your voice and JJ just nodded again.
“Yeah, I just need time.”
He started the engine of the motorcycle and took off from there, leaving a feeling of emptiness in you but you knew everything would be fine.
It had been at least three months since the two of you had broken up and everything was going smoothly between you and JJ. All except that you started to notice Kiara very close to him until the two of them finally started dating.
You didn't feel jealous or anything like that since you always noticed a certain energy between them, but it was definitely strange seeing your ex with someone else.
One day when the Pogues were relaxing at the Chateau, you walked into the kitchen to make yourself a PB&J sandwich. You couldn't reach the peanut butter until an arm reached out and grabbed it easily for you. You turned around and it was the blonde you had been so in love with.
“Are you going to make yourself a sandwich?” You nodded with a knowing smile. You had always had a tradition that he would prepare your sandwiches and you would pay him with a make out session. “Let me do it for you.” He took the jam from your hand and began his work. “When we were dating you liked these.”
“I…”
“Were you two dating!?” A voice filled the kitchen, interrupting your words and you both stopped what you were doing to look at the person. It was Sarah.
“Y-yeah, I mean…” JJ scratched the back of his neck and looked at you for support.
“A long time ago.”
“Oh god.” She muttered and left the kitchen towards the porch where the others were.
You and JJ followed hot on her heels and Sarah was already telling what she had just found out.
“The two of them were dating, did you know that?!” Everyone looked at you both in surprise except for Kiara who was looking at JJ with a frown.
You both tried to think of what to say until finally you were the one who spoke.
"It was a while ago, we both got over it."
You looked at Kiara and she gave you a sympathetic smile. The others started asking questions about your former relationship until they finally stopped the topic because they were hungry.
While they went to buy something to eat, you, JJ and Pope stayed at the Chateau. You and the blonde went back to the kitchen to finish preparing your sandwich and that's when you realized that you could become good friends after all.
Until he touched your hand and all the memories came back to your mind.
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