𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ♡ hi! i tried my best to not make this like i guess cringey in a way also my car knowledge is genuinely zero so if it’s inaccurate don’t comment on it heh. based on this request, my requests are currently closed !! <3
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡ reader or author doesn’t know much about cars heh…, fluff, overthinker!reader, yearner!john logan if you squint, mentions of reader running fingers through hair
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡ john logan x bookworm!reader
you’re currently on the side of the road at 1:25 in the morning. whoever said studying at night in a library for finals was a good idea as lying because now you’re stranded with a broken down car, a phone on 3%, and it’s freezing.
pacing back and forth on the road away from the highway, you panic internally because this seems like the end of your life, a young vulnerable girl on the side of the road with a broken down car.
“what the fuck do i do? i’m gonna die, this is literally how i die,” you say to yourself as you run your fingers through your hair nervously.
you run through your contacts mentally of who you could possibly call, hannah? no. she’d just panic more than you which would send you into a deeper panic. allie? no, she’s too deep of a sleeper for all of that. then you remember.
john logan.
you think back on the memory of you, hannah, and allie at your apartment after a party at the hockey boys’ house.
“oh yeah, logan wanted me to tell you if you ever had any car troubles, just call him,” hannah tells you before her and allie head in the direction of their dorm.
it’s worth a shot if he answers.
so you call him and surprisingly he picks up after the second ring.
“hello?” he answers, his voice deep and laced with sleep.
“hi! sorry if this is out of the blue and random but my car kind of broke down on the side of the road, i’m scared, it’s cold, and hannah told me i could call you if im ever having car troubles but if that was a lie, i can totally call someone else,” you ramble, rocking back and forth on your feet.
“you’re completely okay, i did tell hannah that don’t worry, do you mind sending your location?” he asks as you hear him fumble around you guess putting on clothes and finding his keys.
you let out a breath of relief, “yes i can, thank you so much again,” you send your location after hanging up the phone.
seeing logan’s truck pull up, you slip out of your own and back into the freezing air. logan gets out of his car and walks over to yours.
“thank you so much for coming to help me,” you say immediately as he’s within earshot of you.
he gives you a sleepy smile, “of course, can you tell me what happen?” he asks as he looks at your open hood.
“well, i was on the way home from the library from studying and my car started making weird noises so i pulled over and realized i know nothing about cars and i tried to start it again and it just wouldn’t,” you explain as he starts looking at your car.
“i don’t think ill be able to do anything tonight but how about we call a tow company, have it towed to the hockey house and i can drop you off at home and fix it in the morning?” he offers as he leans up from your car.
you nod as he pulls at his phone, calling a tow company. once he finishes on the phone, he offers for you and him to sit in his car while we wait for the two truck.
you grab your bag from your car, making your way over to his truck where logan stands as he opens the door for you.
“thank you logan,” you say with a soft smile as you get in the passenger seat.
“of course,” he says as he closes your door, crossing the front of the car and getting in on the drivers side. he turns the car on and you feel the warm air hit your cold skin instantly.
a couple of minutes of comfortable silence passes before you ask, “sorry if this is a weird question but, why did you come to get me when you could’ve easily told me no?”.
logan felt his chest get a slight but tighter at that question, was it not that obvious to you that he likes you?
“well for one, i like you and two, knowing someone i know in the middle of the night is stranded doesn’t exactly make me the happiest man,” he says, quickly skipping over the first point.
did you hear his correctly? john logan likes you?
“wait repeat your sentence please?” you ask as you turn your body towards him.
“what? that someone i know is stranded in the middle of the night,” he says, actively avoiding eye contact.
“nono, before that,” you push.
“you asked me why i came and got you,” he says scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“john logan, you know exactly what part of the sentence i’m talking about,” you say.
“oh that i like you? i thought it was obvious,” he says as he finally turns to look at you.
“obviously to who? because it’s for sure not obvious to me!” you retort back.
“honey, do you honestly think i’d be sitting here at almost 2 in the morning with anyone other than you?” he asks seriously.
“you just said you would!” you answer back.
“i was lying! i obviously did it to spend more time with you or to hell just get you to look at me,” he pleads, turning his head back towards the windshield.
you lean slightly over the console, taking your hands and gently turning his face back to you, leaning in closer.
“you could’ve just told me you know, wouldn’t have tried to spend so long ignoring my feelings for you,” you say before you gently connect your lips to his.
his shoulders relax as he moves his hands to your waist, holding it gently, squeezing softly every once in awhile. after a couple of minutes, you pull away.
he smiles, “so does this mean i can officially ask you out on a date?” he asks.
you smile back at him before nodding and kissing him again.
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The ballroom was suffocating.The ballroom pressed in from all sides—walls too close, air too thick, voices swirling into a dizzying hum. Every breath felt like a battle.
Too many bodies, too much heat, too many fake smiles. You’d slipped away from the glittering chaos—the chandeliers, the clinking glasses, the endless sweep of violin strings. Just long enough to breathe. Just long enough to feel like yourself again.
But he found you anyway.Tom Riddle.
Silent as a shadow, sharp as a promise.
The way he looked at you was dangerous—too still, too precise. Like a predator biding his time. Like he’d been waiting for you to run, not to chase you… but to corner you. Just to see what you’d do when there was nowhere left to go.
He said nothing as he followed you down the corridor—only watched, lips slightly parted, like he was debating what part of you to taste first.
It wasn’t until the two of you stood alone—just outside an abandoned classroom, the corridor dim and hushed—that he finally spoke. His voice cut through the silence like it had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
“You’re not running very fast.”
You turned to face him, breath catching in your throat, heart refusing to settle. “I wasn’t running,” you said, though the words didn’t come out as steady as you hoped.
“Good.” He moved closer, his presence crowding you until you could feel the heat radiating off him. His voice was calm but edged with something fierce. “I don’t like chasing.” It was less a threat and more a statement of fact—he expected you to stay.
You opened your mouth to answer, but he was already kissing you—rough, confident, tongue sliding against yours with no hesitation.
He backed you into the classroom, wand flicking to lock the door behind you before he pushed you against it. His hands moved fast, finding the zipper at the back of your dress and dragging it down in one smooth motion.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, pulling the dress down your arms. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Your answer was a gasp as his hand cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple through the thin lace of your bra.
“I watched you all night,” he murmured into your neck. “But you weren’t thinking about them, were you?”
“No.” The single word slipped from your lips like a fragile breath, barely louder than a whisper, but heavy with everything you couldn’t say.
“You were thinking about this. About me.”There was a quiet intensity in the way he said it.
His hand slid between your legs, pushing aside your panties to find you soaked. A slow, dark grin spread across his face—like a predator savoring the hunt before the kill.
“Already?” he said, sliding a finger through your folds. “You want to be fucked that badly?”
You nodded slowly, the tip of your tongue grazing your lip as a flicker of uncertainty danced behind your eyes.
He didn’t tease long. His fingers were inside you in seconds, working you open with practiced ease—two fingers curling, fucking into you slow and deep until your knees buckled.
You moaned, clinging to his shoulders. “Please.”
He pulled back just enough to undo his belt and drop his trousers, his cock hard and thick, tip flushed.
“Take it.”there was an edge to the command—no room left for argument.
He lifted you in one smooth motion—legs around his waist, back against the door—and pushed into you with a low groan, burying himself to the hilt.
His voice dropped low, a rough hiss slipping between clenched teeth. “Fuck… you feel so good.” He stayed still, like he was trying to hold himself together.
You were already trembling. He started to move—slow at first, dragging every inch of himself out before slamming back in. You cried out, and he growled, hand slipping up to your throat—not squeezing, just holding you there, watching your eyes flutter shut as your body opened for him.
“That’s it,” he said, thrusts deep and steady. “Take it. All of it.”
Every time he slammed into you, the door rattled behind your back. The sound of skin on skin, his breath in your ear, the building heat between your thighs—it was overwhelming.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped, panting against your neck. “Like your pussy was made for my cock.”
Your hands clawed at his back, your voice broken. “Tom— I’m gonna—”
“Yeah?” he sped up, hips snapping into you harder, his thumb rubbing fast, brutal circles over your clit. “Come for me”
You came hard, eyes squeezed shut, body shuddering in his arms. Your walls clenched around him, and he cursed, thrusts turning rough and erratic as he chased his own high.
“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Want you dripping with me.”
And then he was there—grinding deep as he came, moaning low and sharp your neck. You felt the heat of it inside you, the way he pulsed as he emptied himself, still buried to the hilt.
Neither of you moved for a while. Just heavy breathing. Sweat-slicked skin. The aftermath of something you could no longer undo.
He finally leaned back, brushing a thumb along your jaw.
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Summary: Headcanons for Erik with a partner who loves to read.
꩜ I think that Erik would be really cute with a bookworm partner.
꩜ Parallel play would be easy. You could read while he’s gaming or drawing, or even tattooing, if the two of you were hanging out at the shop.
꩜ His absolute favourite thing in the world is lying on the couch with his head in your lap while he watches TV and you read, especially when you're threading the fingers of your other hand through his hair, scratching his scalp absently.
꩜ He’d listen to you talk about your books, especially if you were all cute and excited about it, for hours, because at the end of the day, he is the biggest softie and lives to see you happy.
꩜ He’ll take you to every bookstore in town just to see you smile, and he’d buy you anything you wanted, even if he went broke doing it. This applies to him being alone and spotting a book he thinks you might like, too. Sometimes he’ll come home with an armful of books that someone at work was giving away or he just stumbled upon while running errands.
꩜ Would 100% tease the shit out of you for reading smutty romance novels, especially the ones with the shirtless Fabio-types on the cover. However, if you were to suggest wanting to try something you read about in your book, in the bedroom, he’d be all over that and would ease up on the teasing for at least a few days.
꩜ I could see Erik getting jealous of your books every once in a while if you’re just fully engrossed and not listening to him. He wouldn’t snatch it out of your hand, though. No, he knows how careful you are with your books. Instead, he would reach out and gently lower the book while getting all close so that you find yourself staring right back at him, maybe even a little startled since you hadn’t heard him trying to get your attention.
꩜ I think that Erik would love having you read to him. Drifting off to sleep with the sound of your soothing voice is like his own little slice of heaven, and he always asks for it when he’s having a tough time getting to sleep.
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I NEED a fluff of bookworm! reader and gamer! matt 🙏🏾
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGAMER X BOOKWORM * MATT STURNIOLO
SUMMARY :: an afternoon with gamer!Matt and bookworm!Y/N.
FEATURING gamer!Matt Sturniolo x bookworm!reader
WARNINGS :: none.
AUTHOR'S NOTE :: that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the cozy room. Y/N was nestled comfortably on her bed, her back against a mountain of pillows, lost in the pages of a thick novel.
Beside her, the soft hum of Matt’s gaming setup and the distinct ones that came from his headphones created a soothing background noise, blending perfectly with the rustle of turning pages.
Matt sat at his desk, eyes focused on the screen as his fingers moved deftly over the keyboard. He was in the middle of an intense game in Fortnite, yet every few minutes, his gaze would drift towards Y/N.
He loved seeing her like this, completely engrossed in her book - the one that he brought, by the way -, her eyes widening or her lips curling into a smile at particularly moments.
"Is it good, babe?" Matt asked during a brief pause in his game.
Y/N looked up, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"Yeah, it's absolutely perfect! Just getting to a really good part." She replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Matt grinned, satisfied that she was enjoying herself.
He stood up, stretching his arms above his head before walking over to the door, leaving their room quietly, leaving it half open behind.
He took a few steps before entering the kitchen space, his hands rummaged through the pantry, and found her favorite snacks. He poured some coffee she had made earlier that day, knowing she loved a warm drink while reading, and grabbed a root beer for himself. Balancing everything on a tray, he carefully made his way back to the bedroom.
"Hey, bookworm." He called softly, making Y/N look up from her book, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Snack delivery!"
"You’re the best, baby." She said, setting her book aside for a moment.
Matt set the tray on the bedside table and handed her the coffee.
"I know." He replied with a wink. He then settled back at his desk, sipping his soda and resuming his game.
As the afternoon wore on, the room filled with the gentle sounds of Y/N’s occasional gasps and giggles as she reacted to her book. Matt’s game was going well, but he found himself getting tired of looking at the bright screen for too long.
Finally, unable to keep there any longer, Matt paused the game, put down his headphones, and walked over to the bed. He gently moved the book from her hands and lay down between her legs, resting his head on her stomach. Y/N looked down at him, surprised but delighted.
"Hey, you." She said softly, her fingers automatically threading through his hair.
"Hey." He replied, looking up at her with a mischievous grin. "What’s happening in there?"
"Oh, you wouldn’t believe it. Jack just found out who killed the 8 burned girls." Y/N said, her voice filled with so much excitement.
Matt chuckled. He couldn't understand how his calm and serene looking girl had so much appreciation for deadly books.
"Sounds intense."
"It is." Y/N agreed, her fingers still playing with his hair. "But it’s so good."
Matt watched her for a few more seconds, his heart swelling with affection. Then, he leaned up and peppered her face with kisses, making her laugh.
"You’re adorable." He said between kisses.
Y/N giggled, trying to dodge his affectionate assault.
"Matt, stop! That tickles!"
"I can’t help it. You’re too pretty." He said, finally stopping and resting his head back on her stomach.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the simple closeness. Then, with a sigh, Matt got up.
"I should get back to my game." He said reluctantly.
Y/N nodded, her smile still lingering.
"Go win that game for me."
"Will do." He promised, giving her one last kiss before returning to his desk.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blissful haze of books and games.
As the sun began to set, casting a soft, pinkish hue over the room, Y/N put down her book and stretched. Matt noticed and paused his game, turning to her with a smile.
"Done for the day?" He asked, observing how she was almost at the end of the book.
"Yeah, I think so. I wanted to read more, but I'm tired." She replied, rubbing her eyes. "How about you?"
"I can be." He said, getting up and walking over to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. "Why don't you tell me all about that book of yours while I order us something to eat?"
18+ thinking about bookworm!reader playing with sub!jj’s cock while reading smut and using the book as guide to their movements 🙇♀️
mph!- baby please, please s-slow down
he stutters, gripping the sheets as he buckles his hips as your hand goes faster, your eyes following the words on paper, copying the action
calm down baby, i haven’t even got to the exciting part
you scoff, sitting on his knees, leaning down on his cock, swirling your tongue around the swollen tip before he lets out a loud moan, pulling on your hair.
So Gaz and Bookworm!Reader having been meeting up for weeks now and he's a really great guy. You really like him and you want to start dating him before he goes away on deployment for months. You're so nervous, worried how he'd react. Worried he might not like you romantically. But then you get the courage to ask him out while you're both reading in the library.
And he's so confused. He thought you two were dating already, that your little meet-ups at cafés and restaurants were dates! Poor Gaz, he's like "I've even told the squad about you". The 141 knows all about you, been teasing him to get you to meet up with them so they can finally see the person Gaz has been gushing about. Oh the guys would get a kick out of teasing Gaz about assuming he was already in a relationship with you.
But don't worry, if you don't think those little meet-ups were dates, then he's taking you out on an official date! He doesn't care to be embarrassed about misinterpreting the past few weeks, he just wants to make it up to you. So he'll scrounge up whatever money he has and will take you to the fanciest restaurant he can afford, treating you like royalty the entire time.
