Dean Di Laurentis x Reader

You’re reading in bed, wrapped up in a dark romance about a prince from an enemy kingdom who has kidnapped a princess who is also a warrior. Suddenly, you feel something, or someone, snaking up your legs beneath the blanket.

“Dean.” You set your book aside and start untangling your goofy boyfriend from the blanket before he suffocates himself. His head finally pops out at the top, coming to rest against your breast.

“You’re too heavy!” Laughing and playfully struggling, you try to push your boyfriend off you, but he doesn’t budge, sprawled across your body.

“Hello to you too, princess.” He winks at you and buries his head into your tits. “I just want to reclaim my territory.

You roll your eyes, grab your book again, and go back to reading. You rest it on his back like a bookstand, unfazed by his ridiculous whining.

“You know how beautiful you are when you’re focused on something?” He kisses your chest. At this point, he’s just worshipping you, eyes sparkling. “What are you reading?”

“The one I mentioned last night when you tried to get in my pants.” You ruffle his hair. “I was reading and you interrupted, remember?”

“Well, I guess I’m gonna make it up to you.”

Dean rolls off you and stretches out at your side this time. He smoothly takes the book from your hands and begins to read aloud for you.

“At that moment, Edmond slams her against the wall, pinning her wrists tightly above her head. ‘So, princess. Have we reached a consensus?’ She stares at him, but there’s nowhere else to go. Eventually, she meets his gaze, frustration flickering in her eyes.”

Dean lets out a low whistle. “Babe, you’re into this type?”

"Hey, show some respect. He’s got a castle and other cool stuff.” You blush and swat his bare shoulder.

Right—Dean’s shirtless. As usual.

“Don’t make fun of me. This is supposed to be you making it up to me.” You glare at him, though you’re not actually mad; you love his voice. You should make him do this more often. “Read. Keep going.”

“Bossy.” He smirks. “Alright, then.”

But you have no idea the plot is about to get spicier. Edmond lifts the princess and starts eating her out. Dean’s voice grows more amused and teasing as he notices you getting more and more flustered.

“I think we should stop here.” You snatch the book from his hands. “I’m tired.”

Dean cocks a brow. “Really?”

“Yes.” You yank the blanket up over your head. “Goodnight.”

“But I still need to compensate you.” Dean hovers over you, slowly lifting the blanket. “Permission to demonstrate my excellent skills for you, princess?”

John Tucker x Reader

Tucker loves having you around when he’s cooking. He lets you put on your favorite playlist and just chill nearby, occasionally asking for help with simple tasks, and you always reply playfully, with “Yes, chef.”

Today, you’re reading a book. Tucker has lifted you onto the counter so you can read in peace while still keeping him company in the kitchen.

You sing along with the song as you turn a page, giggling.

Tucker asks without turning around, slicing mushrooms into pieces. “Did Chest finally decide to do the right thing and get his girl back?”

“His name’s Jess,” you correct him. “And yes. He asks her to forgive him and give him one more chance.”

“I don’t know. I’m on the other guy’s team. Olivia deserves better.” Tucker shrugs. “That Jess guy is a walking red flag. Charles is much better.”

“But he’s making an effort,” you protest. “He defends her in the bar scene, remember?”

“Fair point.” Tucker smiles. He loves how seriously you can talk about fictional men. It’s cute.

By the time you’ve read about twenty-five pages, lunch is already finished.

You glance up at him as he adds the last of the toppings. “I’ve been talking about this book a lot lately.”

“Yes?” Tucker starts washing the dishes. “I’ve noticed.”

“Do you think I need to touch grass or something?” you ask carefully, worried you’re getting annoying.

“No. Why would you think that?” Tucker beams at you. “Your eyes sparkle with passion when you talk about this book. I love it.”

“I was obsessed with a series when I was in elementary school, and I couldn’t stop talking about it with my friends. Eventually, they got tired of hearing about it. I feel like I’m in that situation again.” You set your book down. “If I ever get too overwhelming, please tell me.”

“You will never be overwhelming to me.” Tucker dries his hands and steps between your legs. “Besides, you’ve dragged me into this book, and I’m already genuinely captivated by Charles, so you can talk about it as much as you like.”

He holds your waist and presses a kiss to your forehead. “But if Olivia chooses Jess over Charles, I’m quitting this series on the spot. I’m serious.”

“Babe!”

Satisfied that you’re happy again, Tucker helps you down from the counter and then leans in to kiss you on the lips. “I think I finally figured out why I don’t like Chest,” (“Jess.” You correct him again.) he murmurs against your mouth. “It’s because you’re into him. But guess what? You’re already mine.”

Garrett Graham x Reader

“Why is Hannibal Lecter attractive to you?”

“We listen and we don’t judge.”

You mumble under your breath. It is late at night, and Hannibal is playing on the TV. You’ve been watching for hours and are already halfway through the first two seasons.

Garrett throws himself onto the bed, quickly settling in. You smell soap mixed with minty toothpaste and relax when Garrett lies down beside you.

You've been obsessed with the series for two years and you’ve decided to rewatch it. You even play the Hannibal cooking asmr video while you study.

Garrett has watched it with you several times and he’s basically been forced to remember the lines and the story.

“Babe, you know you’ve watched it an unhealthy number of times, right?”

Garrett nuzzles up to you while you try to focus on the plot.

“Yes, but it’s my comfort series.”

“Wow. Really?”

He turns just as Mads Mikkelsen serves a sumptuous dinner. He shrugs. “Fine. You got a point.”

“And he’s like,” you say it nonchalantly, “really handsome and a gentleman.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

You hear the undertone in his voice, and the following kisses are more than just casual. You snort when he drags you down into the pillow and into his embrace.

“Really? Garrett?” Your eyes flicker teasingly and he does not miss that signal.

“You have made me officially want to learn how to cook.” His grumbles,  nearly makes you think he’s serious.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t be difficult. If you don’t mind, I want to watch my Hannibal.”

“Your Hannibal? No. I do mind.”

Garrett hovers over you, his chest pressed to yours. He bites your neck playfully, then trails a series of soft, lingering kisses down your arm before shifting to kiss his way from your chest to your lower abdomen, each kiss more deliberate, more possessive.

“Still want to keep watching TV?”

You pretend to think, even as your pulse stutters. “Can you finish in 10 minutes?”

He huffs a quiet laugh against your stomach. “You brat.”

John Logan x Reader

Logan has noticed his girl seems absent-minded lately. She keeps giggling at something on her phone and quickly switches the screen whenever he’s around.

Suspicious.

Logan has suppressed his doubts for days, but he still can’t crack the case. She’s not distancing him, there’s no sign of her seeing another person, and Hannah promised him there’s nothing illegal happening. 

There’s nobody’s birthday is near, no anniversary, so it means no surprise party should be planned.

Unless he was the one who had forgotten.

Shit. Is he forgetting a maybe-he-promised-but-he-somehow-forgot date?

After a party at their hockey house, Logan convinces her to stay overnight. When they are all comfy in bed, he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“So…” Logan clears his throat, super nervous, “I want to talk with you.”

“Okay? What’s wrong?” She puts away her phone, growing a little worried, “You look pale.”

“No. I…um…” Logan rubs his hands up and down her arm, trying to soothe her. “In case I’m making a mistake, I want to move our date to this weekend. Is that okay with you?”

“Our date?”

“Yes. I might have forgotten the date we talked about. I’m so sorry, babe. I’ll make it up to you.”

There’s a pause in the air, and she looks confused.

Maybe he’s got it wrong?

“I don’t think we have a date?” She says uncertainly. “But if you want one, the weekend works.”

Logan is really puzzled right now. “But… okay, I’ll just ask. What is on your phone?”

“What?”

“You are giggling at your phone, and you don’t want me to see it. Hannah does not want to tell me what’s going on. So I’m assuming you’re planning some kind of surprise or something.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

His girl bursts out laughing. Under usual circumstances, he would enjoy it with pure joy, but right now, the pure joy mixes with confusion.

“No. That’s…I’m… I’m actually reading e-books. Romance. Hannah and I are reading and sharing thoughts. That’s it.”

“Oh.” Logan narrows his eyes. He suddenly recalls Garrett complaining about some hockey-spicy romance that has completely captivated his girl’s heart and mind. “Can I read it too?”

That’s when his girl starts to look guilty. “Umm…”

“Is it about hockey and a fictional handsome boy?”

“No?”

“You need to sound more certain, babe. Especially when a hot hockey player is lying in bed right next to you. Oh, and he happens to be your boyfriend, too.”

Logan lets out a husky laugh. “And you can do whatever you want with your boyfriend.”

When she blushes as Logan’s kiss melts her, Logan knows it’s his victory.

Logan doesn’t think he knows that girl.

At first, he didn’t notice her. He just passed the crowd and wanted to grab bottles of beer for the boys. While waiting by the bar and flirting with some random girls who walked to him, he saw her.

She’s leaning casually on the bar, although alone but she seems fine with it. The outfit suits her just fine, and her hair sways along her body when she does some small moves through the music, her eyes are bright, lit up the whole room, and… god. it’s just… all of her.

Something lies in her smile that makes Logan's heart skip a beat.

“Do you know her?” After Logan’s back to the group, he is still staring at her direction.

“I don't think so,” Tucker shrugged, “though she does look familiar. Maybe she just doesn't show up at parties often.”

Okay, that leads to the obvious next question: Is it a bit cliché to buy someone a drink and use it as an excuse to strike up a conversation?

Logan looks at the cup in his hand. Nah, he’s gonna do it anyway.

-

You look at the drink that is put beside your hand confusedly. “Sorry, I didn’t order this.”

“Oh,” the bartender gestures, “It’s on him.”

You turn around, surprised. It’s like the man is waiting on this cue, he waltzes over, holding a drink in his hand.

And he’s hot.

The brown curly hair settles by his face, and his warm brown eyes are flickering with some kind of humor. He smiles toward you. It makes your heart tickle.

“Hi,” He clears his throat before he speaks. Perhaps he isn't as composed as he appears. “Hope you enjoy this evening.”

“Actually I am.” You smile. “Thanks.”

“I’m Logan. John Logan, but my friends call me Logan.”

You love how his smile effortlessly sweeps away all the tension and the possible awkwardness when having a conversation with a stranger.

“So you’re new here or you just hate partying but decide to give it a try tonight?”

“I’m here to meet with my brother, who is missing right now.” You sigh, “Therefore I decide to have fun and think about him afterwards.”

“Meet up at a party?” Logan raises his brows.

Kinda cute.

And hot. Did you mention he’s hot?

You blink at your thought, slightly panic inside while sipping your drink. Oh no. That’s a bad idea. Especially when you just meet him. Get it together girl. You yell at yourself.

But… look at him.

The brown shirt with a word embroidery on his left chest exactly fits him, and the fabric clinging flawlessly to his arms. Surely his biceps are so close to bursting out the clothes. A sleeveless vest is under the shirt. You can almost see his chest muscles down there. He gives off an air of languid sexiness.

Damn. He’s hot as fuck.

“He said that he wants to introduce me to his friends.” You look around the room, “I have to say it’s convenient. Under this atmosphere, things become easier.”

“You are shy around strangers?” He acts surprised in a goofy way, “No way, I can’t see that.”

You thought you wouldn’t be attracted to the type of men that work up and gain a bunch of masculine bodies because your brother’s like that, and you are tired of watching him showing off when you facetime. While you certainly know that he’s doing this because he likes to annoy you. 

But here you are.

Fine, you thought. It won’t do harm if you just chill with him, getting to know him. Making friends is exactly what Garrett wants you to, otherwise he wouldn't ask you to meet him here, right? Plus, you are aware that alcohol has taken effect.

So you take advantage and beam at Logan. “You want to dance?”

-

When the music changes into a slow romantic song, Logan realizes he hadn’t asked her name. After the dance, she made excuses to use the restroom. He hopes that it’s not a runaway.

But the conversation really went well. Logan loves to make her laugh. It draws him in every way, and he can’t get enough of it. He can feel the tension building between them from the way she looks at him, and when she parts her lips to speak or laugh. It makes him want to kiss her.

Logan looked into her eyes, and he leaned in.

She didn’t move away.

They had a moment there. And the song ended.

Logan has already missed the warmth of her body and the way she puts her hands around his shoulder. Although he got distracted dancing with her when he saw Dean and Tucker were giving him thumbs up on the sideline. He just rolled his eyes and gave them the middle finger.

“Smooth.” Tucker holds up the beer. 

“Shut up.” Logan sits next to him.

“At least you got her name. That,” Dean points at him, “is a victory.”

There’s a pause.

“Please tell me you at least got her name.” Tucker narrows his eyes, “No way, dude. She really fucks you up, you don’t know her name? Then what did you talk about?”

And at the same time, Garrett has entered the chatroom.

“Hey, G, ” Logan is glad that he can change the topic from his failure to the late joined hockey player. “Where have you been?”

“It’s raining out there,” He pulls out his phone, “shitty traffic. Anyway, I have to find my sister first.”

“Sister?”

That’s that exact moment Logan connects the dots together. That’s why they feel she’s familiar. She’s one of the fucking Graham’s.

And it seems that Tucker also gets it right. He stares at Logan. No. Way. He mouths.

As it couldn’t get worse. Logan sees you walking towards them. The looks on her turns from happy to see him to suspicious seeing him with her brother.

“Hey, Y/N” Garrett hugs her, “It’s nice to see you. Here are my friends. We’re on the same team. Dean, Tucker, and Logan. Guys, it’s Y/N. My little sister.”

Fuck.

He knows you so well to know that he can stay shirtless to shift your attention.

“John Logan. I need to study.”

“Yeah. I awared that.”

You stare at his figure. After the morning exercise and a cold shower, his hair is damp, in a stupid sexy way it falls naturally beside his cheek. Logan stands in front of you, running fingers through his hair, while holding his towel in case it falls.

You know he’s intended to distract you to accomplish his goal. To have a moment with you in his bed.

You’ve caught up in your academic studies and are really stressed recently. Logan has been so supportive and usually stayed up with you even when he had practice the next day. But he can see you need a break from all the stress you put yourself through.

“Come on. You know you want it.” Logan smiles, luring you to put away your laptop and notebook. “You can study anytime. Tomorrow is still a day-off. I can study with you in the library or cafe, it’s up to you. But you really need to take a break. Go easy on yourself.”

“And the words come from the player who insists on doing extra training when he is exhausted from the game. Wow.” You raise an eyebrow. But deep down, you know he’s right.

You might simply need a reason to take a break, without having to feel guilty about slacking off on your studies.

Logan can see it. And he is always gently to guide you even if you are now climbing onto his body, enjoying his bicep too much.

“I deserve it. You can’t judge me.” You murmur into his shoulder, pressing kisses and biting lightly on his arm.

“I wasn’t gonna.” He replies delightfully.

Logan’s hands are snaking on your waist. The ache of not being able to hold you for days is now officially cured.

“Love you so much babe.”

+

You know Logan can fix a clogged pipe whether he's wearing a shirt or not. And you also know he likes to show off in front of you.

“Babe, can you hand me the–”

You give him the exact tool he needs before he has to ask. You sit on the kitchen counter, watching Logan’s arm stretch while he fixes the pipe. The sweat falls down on his body. You have to look away so that you won’t be too yearning.

“You do know that you can watch your boyfriend whenever you want, right?”

You haven’t realized he has finished his job. Logan crosses his arms, which makes his muscles look more delicious. You start to lose focus until he smirks.

“Hey, pretty? I don’t think Tucker would be pleasant if you fuck me in his counter,” Logan lean in, tilting his head to an angle that he can either kiss you or simply tease you.

“I absolutely do not want to fuck you here!”

You’re sure you blush so hard that you can feel your ears heat up. You give his chest a push, but without enough force to actually shove him away. “I hate you so much.”

You and John Logan have been together since high school. Every precious moment he seemed to always be there. Your every performance,  your singing contests, and the prom. And you were in his life too, either when things went good or badly. It seems you know each other too well. You are unable to be separated.

It’s the same situation in college. Everyone in Briar knows that you and Logan are together. Even though you major in a different department, you would still be spotted waiting for each other after class. You would be in the crowd cheering for John whenever his team scored a goal. He would be the one who applauded the loudest in the audience when you appeared on the stage as the director.

You are the perfect couple. So it’s not surprising that you become the counselors to his teammates. 

One time happened when you were in John’s bedroom, and things really heated up.

You were in your bra and his sweatpants, lying on top of him. Just right after you broke from a kiss, the door swung open.

You screamed. John immediately used the blanket to cover your body.

“I really need your help. Wellsy said she–” Garrett finally looked up and then he realized, maybe panicked, “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry–”

“What the fuck, G?” John stared at Garrett. “Get the fuck out of my room.”

You might find it hilarious when it was under a different scenario, but at the moment you just buried your head into John’s shoulder.

“Is he gone?” You asked.

“Yep.” John snorted softly. “We can get back what we’ve done.”

You looked at each other, and then you bursted out laughing.

That was one time. But things have gotten too tricky.

Hannah would ask for your advice, and Allie would help her “friend” ask for advice, which you clearly know there’s no friend, only Allie herself. You are forced to know too many secrets from their perspective, and at the same time, your boyfriend is stuck with his teammates’ perspective too.

But as for royalty, you couldn’t share the background story to them. And it began to slowly grow pain inside you.

“Y/N! I really really really need your help,” Allie breaks into your room, while you and John are facetime.

“Hi, Allie.” John greets her with a handwave.

“Hi. Sorry to interrupt, but I have to borrow her for a second.” Allie looks sorry, but she shows you her phone. The screen shows the conversation with Sean.

“Girl, like I said. You have to let go.” You put down your phone. “You broke up with him, right? Then use the single-card. Let him realize you are serious this time.”

“You have to make him understand that you can do without him.” John backs you up, “I’m not intending to overhear but my girl’s right.”

You smile at her, with a little worry and care, “I know this is hard.”

“Hey, tonight we’ll have a party. You should come.” John proposes, “Changing mood is one of the coping methods.”

Allie hesitates, with your encouraging smile, she finally agrees. “Thanks, you guys are the best.”

“I’m always here for you, me and Hannah, you know that right?”

You squish each other’s hands.

+

“I bet Dean fell first and harder.”

After two weeks, you lie beside John in his room, playing with his finger. The light dimmed, you got comfortable in the blanket. “God. I mean, I would happily see them together. You saw their tension and chemistry that day at the party right? Tell me you saw it too.”

John laugh. He breathes into your hair. “Well, you have to talk about other men in my bed huh?”

“John.”

“Alright, alright.” He likes to tease you to see you getting annoyed, “I saw it too. But I suggest don’t push too hard on them.”

“Their worries come from overthinking. I wish I could just tell them.”

“Babe,” John shakes his head, “You have to let them figure it out.”

“I know.” You sigh, “I'm just afraid I might accidentally let something slip.”

John rubs your palm. “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself alright? They will be perfectly fine. At least the whining things would only happen outside the practice session. Or else I’ll be mad.”

He jokingly rolls his eyes, “Now, should we get to sleep?”

You suddenly pause. Damn, you are here to spend time with your boyfriend, and you start talking about everything about your friends’ love affairs but his daily life.

“I’m sorry,” You begin to feel bad, “I was rumbling about them again. How’s your day babe?”

“Good? I guess.” John snuggles you, “It’s okay. I find it extremely interesting to watch them suffer. Well, I mean those jerks. Not your friends.”

He presses a kiss to your temple. “And it makes me realize how lucky I was to find you already.”

You look at him, sure that he is your love in your lifetime.

You smile mischievously, “We hadn’t been together recently, I wonder if you've noticed?”

“Your highness, unfortunately, yes. Yes, I have noticed.” John holds you closer. His lips are pressing against your ear, “And we hadn’t properly talked about our lives besides our friends’ romantic yet painful story.”

You always love John being playful in bed. You pull him into a sweet and slow burn kiss.

“Let’s just focus on ourselves tonight. No more wrapping up in their stories.” You promised him.