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Naughty or Nice

Yay four! (like day four... but exciting)

Prompt: Ugly Christmas sweater office party with Adam K

“I cannot believe you got me to wear this piece of shit,” Adam sighed, coming out of your shared bathroom. His knit sweater was a dark shade of red, on which was a lighter red stocking. The lettering on the stocking read “naughty” with a winking Santa face below it.

“What? I think it looks cute!” You pouted, looking him up and down. “And we match!” You gestured to your own sweater. Yours was the green version of his, except with the word “nice” and a smiling Santa face.

“You’re only saying that ‘cause you got the better sweater,” He huffed, turning to face the mirror. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest, craning your neck to rest on his shoulder.

“Nah, babe, I really think yours is better,” You began, tracing the lettering with your fingers, “But maybe that’s just because you’re wearing it.” A blush covered Adam’s cheeks and he let out a laugh.

“Shit, Y/N. That’s the exact same reason why I thought yours is better,” He spun around in your arms, now enclosing you in a hug.

“C’mon, Bruce’ll kill us if we miss this party,” You stood on your tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek before running a hand down his arm to grab his hand.

Linking your arm with his, and giving him a reassuring squeeze, the two of you walked into the office space - already almost an hour late.

“I told you,” You muttered to Adam after catching sight of Elyse’s muppet-themed sweater, “Ours are some of the better ones here.”

He laughed and shook his head, pulling you closer into his side. You felt Adam’s warm breath tickle your ear before you heard him whisper, “Despite how... nice you look in that sweater, I think you’d look even better with it off.”

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Angel: 31 Days of Fictober

Pairing: Adam Kovic x Reader

Word Count: 362

Requester: Anonymous

A/N: You can make a request for Fictober here!

You were walking down the road, nose in your latest Stephen King novel. You never quite understood why you read his novels since they always made you so jumpy. Then again you were always caught up in every story in an instant.

You turned the page as you barely avoided colliding with a jogger. You were nearly home so if it weren’t for the people around you could have made it back to your apartment blindfolded. You were managing pretty well today even with the people.

You turned the page as you turned a corner, so caught up in what was going to happen next when you heard a sudden honking.

You gasped dropping your book as a car came speeding your way. It was too fast for you to move out of your way so you instantly tensed, waiting for impact when you felt strong arms around your waist, yanking you from the road.

The car didn’t even slow as it sped past, screaming profanities at you. That’s not what mattered though. You were alive and fine.

You spun around to thank your savior but no one was there. You spun around once more, no one was around for miles.

You kept looking for a sign of your hero but there was no one. You finally gave up and trudged the rest of the way home, mind spinning from what had happened.

“Oh shit,” you muttered to yourself as you shut the door, suddenly remembering the book you had left in the street.

“Don’t worry I got you,” a voice said from your kitchen.

You turned to the voice and saw a muscular man, setting the book on your counter.

“Who the hell are you?!” you screamed, fumbling for your phone.

He jumped, looking frightened, “You can see me?”

“Of course I can see you! I’m calling the cops!” you shouted, trying to dial with shaky fingers.

“Please don’t do that,” he begged, “They won’t believe you. They won’t be able to see me. Actually, I’m not sure how you can.”

“Why?!” you shouted not really sure how else to respond.

“Because my name is Adam and I’m your guardian angel.”

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Can I see some "I'm way too drunk to be driving, so I was gonna walk home - stay on the phone with me, okay?" Prompt With Adam Kovic? But any Funhaus member is good too (:

  You held your phone in your shaky hands, typing a number and placing it to your ear. It rang and rang until a voice finally answers -- and it wasn’t a taxi like you had thought. 

  “Y/N? What’s wrong, is everything okay?” The voice of your best friend caught your attention. “Uhh yeah. I’m way too drunk to be driving, so I was gonna walk home - stay on the phone with me, okay?” You stuttered, carefully watching your step, giggling as you took a stride over a crack in the concrete path. 

  “Oh yeah sure. So how was it?” 

“It was okay to say the least, Y/BFF/N got really drunk and shit went down. It was a good night but my head kinda hurts from the music,” You complain, instinctively covering your other ear with your free hand. “Ahh good ol’ Y/BFF/N. Are you sure you’re okay -- where are you?” 

  “I’m uhh -- “ You pause a look around for any street sign or really anything that could tell you where the fuck you were but nothing seemed familiar, in fact you started to feel your chest grow tight and tears begin to sting your eyes as they welled up. 

  “I-I don’t know where I am Adam... h-help,” You blubber, breaking down in a rack of tears. You were going to die out here. Die. In the middle of absolute no-where. 

 “Y/N, stay with me okay? I’ll come and find you,” 

You nod, “O-okay,” 

  Your heard the sound of a car starting up and Adam muttering “fuck fuck” over and over again as the tears kept pouring down your cheeks. Your makeup smudged and you probably looked like a complete wreck but hey, at least you wore a cute outfit. 

  You sniffle and look up as a black car parks in front of you. Your first instinct was to crawl backwards. The door slammed shut and you saw a figure approach you, you open your mouth to scream -- 

  “Y/N, hey, it’s me.” 

 You felt Adam’s arms wrap around you and carry you to the car, he made sure you were buckled in before he went back to the driver side. “I’m so sorry Adam, I-I..”

“Hey, shh. You’re safe now and you’re coming back to mine for the night.” You could feel a faint smile creep up on your lips, you stretch your arm over to Adam and start playing with his hair. It felt natural to you.

“Adam, I love you.”

“I love you too Y/N, drunk or not,” 

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Send in yo' requests ~ final's week relief

I'm sure you're wondering why I've gathered you at this ungodly hour (it's 9:41am and I have so much school shite I should be doing but therz no time) Fellow readers and lurkers, reading fanfics have kept me up days in a row (back when I went to a traditional fckn school) and I would get up and read them specifically in government/Econ because we'd work on group projects so we'd lounge in the library while on our laptops and phones working and listening to music and I'd also be reading Matt peake x reader ff (sHHSHHH don't tell my Econ teacher) ANYWAYS! I know x reader ff have kept me occupied and helped get me out of anxious times during finals so I'd like to be able to write and provide the same for those alike: However I can't do much without your own thoughts, your preferences, prompts, specific requests, non specific requests, song requests, etc. You name it, send it in via anon, non anon, message, post. (Whatever you prefer <333)

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Moon: 31 Days of Fictober

Pairing: Lawrence Sonntag x Reader

Word Count: 344

Requester: Anonymous

A/N: You can make a request for Fictober here!

“Lawrence, I am begging you. Can we go out? Just this once?” you begged, jutting out your lower lip.

He looked away, taking his glasses off and pretending to clean them so he didn’t have to see your face. He would have cracked with one look, “I don’t know if it’s going to be the best kind of weather tonight. I heard it might rain.”

You pulled out your phone, trying anything since you were getting stir crazy. You didn’t understand, Lawrence and you were homebodies but he had been strange lately about going out especially at night.

“Look!” you perked up, “Clear skies, mid seventies. It’s nice enough to go out and just go to the park. We don’t have to be outside though. We can go to the movies or anything.”

Lawrence slipped on his glasses and opened his mouth to protest but he caught one glimpse of your face and froze.

His finger lowered and he looked like he was having a mental battle with himself. He finally came to a conclusion and seemed to deflate. You grinned, eagerly awaiting his confirmation of what you already know.

“Maybe the park would be best to go out tonight. We can talk,” he offered.

You squealed and threw your arms around him in a hug, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I’m going to get my shoes!” You jumped off the couch and raced out of the room.

You dragged Lawrence quickly down the street, the whole time he had been sticking close to the buildings and shadows.

“It’s so nice out,” you sighed pulling him into the park.

“Oh, is it a full moon out,” Lawrence rasped.

“Yeah, why?” you asked looking down at your hand as it seemed to get itchier.

“You’re going to want to run. We’ll talk in the morning if you still love me and alive,” Lawrence grunted.

You thought he was teasing you so you smiled over at him but quickly let out a bone-chilling scream as you watched your lover transform into a wild animal.

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Dating Elyse would include? 💖💞💕💝

Movie marathon weekends where the only reason you pause the TV is to get takeout. It’s usually a mixture of both of your favorite movies, but there tend to be a more than a few Muppets thrown in.

Plenty of date nights in with a few shots of vodka or a bottle of wine, which usually end with the two of you laughing at the dumb jokes you make while cuddling on the couch, and lots of sloppy kisses that either lead to more giggles or the bedroom. (spoiler: it’s usually both)

Listen, there are so many piggy back rides. Whether you’re walking on hikes, through downtown, or around the house, there’s always a chance someone will be carrying someone at one point or another.

Stopping to pet every dog you see, no matter where you are or where you need to be.

Playing indie games together, and the two of you hamming up the voice acting if there’s any unspoken dialogue.

Speaking of gaming, you also have some pretty “intense” 1 on 1 battles, and both of your trash talking methods are ridiculous enough that you end up only half focused on the actual game. (And pity the poor souls that get roped into playing Mariokart with you.)

You two are the ultimate team for chicken fight, dominating any pool party you attend.

She’s definitely more dominant than you had expected, not that you mind at all; especially when a simple kiss after a long day of work leads to her pinning you against the wall, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

The two of you finding the most personal gifts for each other, and holidays/special occasions having plenty of sappy hugs and kisses and the occasional happy tears.

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Congrats on 1000 followers!!! Can you write something super fluffy with Lawrence?

“Lawrence, I’m sick, go away!” you called out, your voice muffled beneath the sheets that, by this point, were burying you. “You don’t need to see me looking all gross and—”

You were cut off by your own coughing fit, much to amusement of Lawrence, who was trying not to laugh as he sat down beside you. “Babe, you do realize that I’ve seen you after three shots of tequila, right?”

You huffed at him, but knew you had no rebuttal for that, so you reluctantly let him pull the layer of blankets away, shivering as the cold air hit your skin.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” your voice was slightly hoarse now as he lay down beside you, pulling the blankets around the two of you before wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna get sick!”

“If I recall correctly, I’m the one who got you sick in the first place, so that should make me immune by now, right?”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled as you snuggled closer, “but you’re a warm idiot, so I’m not gonna argue.”

With a small laugh, he kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “Love you, too,” as his arms tightened around your shivering frame.

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“I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you Sir you almost jumped me” sex with James Willems or whoever you want

(got a lot of these accidental sex prompts so we will slowly work our way through them - enjoy xx)

“Hey, Y/N, you’re going to be free for demo disc this afternoon, yeah?” James had placed a hand on your shoulder as not to startle you before he started speaking. Removing your headphones you turned your chair around, smiling up at him.

“Sure thing, Sir,” you mock salute him in response, suddenly feeling his hand, still on your shoulder, tense up. His eyes widened and it seemed as though he was about to speak, but instead he just nodded slightly before hastily walking away.

Ten minutes later, after you had dismissed James’ behaviour as being unexplainably weird, your phone vibrated with a message from none other than James himself.

‘I need to ask you something - come to the break room.’ You read the text and assumed it was about demo disc later. Confused as to why he needed to speak to you in private, rather than coming up to your desk again, you saved the thumbnail you were working on before walking to where James was waiting.

“James?” You walk into the break room and see James’ back turned to you. “Is this about demo disc?”

“What?” A note of uncertainty was present in his voice but he continued; “No, this is… Fuck, this is weird.” He ran a hand through his hair as he moved closer to you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

He placed a hand on your lower back, sending a shiver through your body as you leant into his touch. “Can you… Can you call me sir again, Y/N?” His breath tickled your ear, as if he was afraid of anyone else hearing his question.

“Whatever you say, sir.” You match his volume, whispering into his ear. His eyes fluttered shut and you heard him murmur an indistinct curse as his head dropped to the crook of your neck.

You ran your hands up his back and cupped his jaw, lifting his head up to press your lips to his. The kiss was needy, passionate, and you could tell how much James wanted you in that moment.

“Fuck, hearing such a dirty word coming out of such a pretty mouth is so damn hot.” He pressed open mouth kisses to the exposed skin of your neck and you smirked, tugging on the strands of his hair.

You loved the power a single word granted you; how you could make James come undone in a single second. “Never thought you’d be a dom, James, but I’m really fuckin’ digging it.” You moaned, pushing your hips up into his and grinding lightly.

He grabbed your hips and held you still, taking back control. “You need to learn to listen to me, baby girl, and I say you can wait until later tonight.” You whimpered in response and pressed your lips to the side of his mouth.

“Anything for you, sir.” You sigh, James kissing you one more time before letting you go.

“See you on demo disc, princess.” He whispered in your ear before you made your way, shakily, back to your desk, attempting to return to work. However James made it near impossible, and this distraction continued until the two of you made it to his front door; and didn’t end until you drove home the next morning.