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Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader Masterlist

She’s still bejewelled - Y/N finds out F1 wag pages are once again speculating she is dating her best friend, Max Verstappen

It’s (not) a cruel summer - Y/N and Max enjoy the summer break

August slipped away - Y/N does a Q&A to catch up with her followers after summer break

Burning red- Lando puts his foot in it

Holy ground - Fans discuss their excitement to see Y/N and Max interact at Zandvoort

I’m the one who understands you - A window into Max and Y/N’s home life

It turned into something bigger - Y/N’s comments about her childhood friend, Mick Schumacher, lead to a social media firestorm

They’d say I’d hustled, put in the work - A look at Y/N’s podcast, Dirty Air(time)

Shake it off - Determined to forget her worries, Y/N goes out parting with Max and Lando

They say home is where the heart is - Fans discuss how Y/N and Max love being roommates

(We’re) in the club doing I don’t know what - Fans look back on Max and Y/N’s Club Rat Renaissance

Pauses, then says, (he’s) my best friend - Y/N spends the day in Amsterdam while Max does press at Zandvoort

How evergreen, our group of friends - Snippets of Y/N and Max’s other friends on the grid and beyond

We’re faster and never scared - It’s a dramatic Friday in the Zandvoort paddock

I watch Superman fly away - The drama continues as Y/N and Mick have a run in in the paddock

Long live all the magic he made - Y/N supports Max as he equals the record for most consecutive wins

Remember the footsteps - A look at Y/N and Mick’s lifelong friendship

He has his father’s eyes…his father’s ambition - A look at Y/N’s relationship with Jos

I love your handshake, meeting my father - Fans discuss Jos’s perspective on Y/N, and her relationship with Max

And maybe it was egos swinging - Everyone speculates about the cause and consequences of Y/N and Mick’s falling out

I fell from the pedestal - Y/N becomes the subject of internet trolling after her fall out with Mick becomes public

Don’t know how long it’s gonna take to feel okay - Unable to deal with the stress and trolling, Y/N goes home to Switzerland, cutting off Max

My reputation’s never been worse so - Y/N’s absence sparks concerns amongst those closest to her

If someone comes at us, this time I’m ready - Y/N’s friends publicly support her as the hate continues

You don’t want to know me, I will just let you down

My words shoot to kill when I’m mad - Mick and Y/N finally talk

Something in your eyes says we can beat this - Max has a tough start to an important weekend, but his luck is about to change

(We) saw something the can’t take away - Y/N is there as Max wins at Monza and breaks another record

This is life before you know who you’re gonna be - Netizens discuss Max and Y/N’s enemy era

20 questions, we tell the truth - Y/N catches up with her followers after a hectic couple of weeks, and meets a man in Monaco

On a Wednesday, in a café - Y/N’s podcast with Daniel leads to some interesting revelations

Do you really want to know where I was? - Y/N and Max spend a day at the factory as rumours begin to swirl

I make it look oh so easy - Y/N and Max choose different confidants as they both attempt to avoid the elephant in the room

You’ll find me on my tallest tiptoes - It gets harder for Y/N to keep her secret

Slow motion, double vision in rose blush - Y/N gets back in the saddle while Max watches from the sidelines in more ways than one

Carnations you had thought were roses - Two of Y/N’s secrets are revealed

Didn’t it all seem new and exciting - Max leaves Y/N behind in Monaco as she reflects on her date

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time - Y/N heads to Switzerland for a special appointment as her relationship with Max is put under a microscope

I don’t wanna miss you like this - Y/N and Max deal with the distance between them differently

Your finger on my hairpin trigger - Tensions run high as Max has a bad day on track and Y/N gets defensive

Takes one to know one - Y/N’s much needed talk with Elliot is interrupted by an explosive qualifying in Singapore

I want to tell you not to get lost in these petty things - Max’s streak comes to an end and he and Y/N look ahead to Suzuka

Forever going with the flow, but you’re friction - Max asking Y/N to fly out early to Japan leads to tension and Y/N turns to Daniel for advice

I drive down different roads - Fans, and Y/N, speculate about her budding relationship

(They) knew what it was, he is in love - Netizens set out to prove that Max is in love with Y/N

(We) counted days, I counted miles, to see you there - Y/N arrives in Japan and is reunited with Max

Balancing on breaking branches - Max receives an unexpected delivery as Y/N answers questions from the media and her mother

It’s you and me, there’s nothing like this - As Max gets back to business as usual in Suzuka, wag social media does it’s thing

My (baby flies) like a jet stream - Max has a good day on track and Y/N’s Vogue article goes live

I can read you like a magazine - The internet reacts to mentions of Max in Y/N’s Vogue article

He’s passing by, rare as a glimmer of a comet in the sky - Red Bull securing the WCC is overshadowed by the revelation that Max hates podcasts

The lingering question(s) kept me up - Y/N does an Instagram Q&A

I just may like some explanations - Y/N answers more questions

How you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry - Set in 2017, we learn what led to Y/N’s dad being dropped as Max’s sponsor, early in their friendship

People started talking, putting us through our paces - When Y/N is spotted out with Elliot, Instagram, Max, and Lando react

I don’t wanna touch you - Y/N finds herself short of breath on her padel date. Later, she appears on Max’s stream

(I) will never make my parents’ mistakes - Y/N’s dad hears about her dating life, and her mother weighs in

Drinking on a (yacht) with you all over me - Y/N and Max kick of his birthday celebrations with a day on the water, while Elliot changes his tune

I’d pick you up and we’d go back in time - Y/N and Max bring in his birthday somewhere special

We’re gonna be timeless - It’s Max’s birthday, but Y/N isn’t the only one planning surprises

Take the moment and taste it - Max enjoys a birthday boat day with family and friends, and Vic makes an accidental discovery

There’s glitter on the floor after the party - It’s the morning after night before. Max and Vic discuss Y/N’s letter

Movin’ on was always easy for me to do - Y/N and Elliot meet up to talk and Y/N’s friend weighs in. Y/N’s tweets irritate Max

Your eyes look like (being at) home - Y/N goes riding, Lando proposes plans, and Max has plans of his own

No I didn’t hear the news, ‘cause we were somewhere else - Max and Y/N arrive in Doha, but rumours about Max’s Monaco exploits follow them

You heard the rumours from (your friends) - Max attends Media Day while Y/N hangs out with an old friend

‘Cause they don’t know about the night in the hotel - Max’s GQ interview exposes an interesting part of Max and Y/N’s past

I was dancing around, dancing around it - Y/N and Clara celebrate Max’s on track triumphs

(You) stand up, champion tonight - Max becomes a three time world champion

This life is sweeter than fiction - Max wins in Qatar in a physically gruelling race

Life makes love look hard - Back in Monaco, Y/N is seen out with Elliot, and he makes a bold suggestion

Can we always be this close? - Y/N and Max have a chill day at home and while Twitter notice Max made an admission in an interview, Y/N makes an admission to Victoria

Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try - Y/N and Max spend a day at the factory, where both realise they may have something to work on

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me - Y/N’s podcast with Oscar comes out, on the same day she finally films one with Max. Meanwhile, Max uses the sim in an unconventional way

Yes, I remember what you said last night - Y/N’s plans for COTA baffle Christian, and Y/N learns an unexpected fact about the past

Take out, then take me home - Y/N prepares for Austin, and an interview with Max comes out

Love’s a game, wanna play? - Y/N tries her hand at padel after watching Max compete, and Max steams with Redline

Rosé flowing with your chosen family - Clara and Y/N spend the day together, and Clara becomes determined to finish what she started in 2017

(We are) a flight risk, with a fear of falling - Y/N and Max head to the US

Ain’t it funny, rumours fly - Y/N heads to a Ferrari gala as rumours swirl about Max’s next career move amid reports of infighting at Red Bull

As if I don’t already see (it) - The circus settles in to Texas and Y/N’s dad weighs in on Elliot

Can you see right through me? - Y/N and Elliot make a king and awkward paddock debut

I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night - Y/N sheds light on her dating history while she and Elliot struggle to adjust to life in the paddock

It’s morning now, it’s brighter now - Y/N reaches out to an old friend for support. Meanwhile, Daniel tries to support Max

The moment I could see it - Max takes another win in Austin while Elliot reaches his breaking point

You’ll find the real thing instead - Y/N and Elliot have an honest conversation

In the name of being honest - Bonus part where Y/N answers Instagram questions after the Austin GP

I’m asking you why - More of Y/N’s post Austin Q&A

You’ve got a girl at home and everybody knows that - Y/N and Max are suspects in the wildest paddock rumour yet as they wrap up their trip to Austin

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded - Y/N gets brutally honest with Mick as Max plays goalkeeper twice

You saw the truth in me - Max cuts it close before media day as reports surface of security threats in Mexico

They tell you that you’re lucky, but you’re so confused - Max attends a gruelling media day as Y/N deals with the heat of Mexico

Laughing with (your head in my) lap, like you were my closest friend - Everyone has a tough quali day

This is the golden age - Maxico delivers another win, and Y/N celebrates with tequila

(You would never) me darling, but who could stay? - Y/N and Max arrive in Brazil for a short break before the race

No one has to know what we do - Max and Y/N fall off the map and enjoy some private time

I can’t say anything to your face - Max and Y/N continue to leave each other flustered and Max starts press for the Brazilian GP

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm - Max takes pole in difficult conditions and Y/N gets near her breaking point

We were cards sharks, playing games - Max wins the sprint and Y/N wins games of her own

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fatecantstopme · 3 months

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Unattached Drifter Christmas

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: Dean decides he’d rather spend Valentine’s Day curled up on the couch with you.

Warnings: Cursing, use of pet names. SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), oral (M & F receiving)

A/N: in honor of Valentine’s Day, I gift you an adorable Dean Winchester fluffy smutty delight. 💜

"What are your plans, Sammy?" you asked from your perch on the kitchen counter.

"I happen to have a date," he replied with a smirk.

"Oooo with whom?"

"Just a nice local girl I met at the library last week."

"Sam Winchester and the nice local girl...sounds like a book I'd read," you teased.

He rolled his eyes and threw a dish towel at you. "What about you?"

"I have an excellent night planned," you confirmed. "Since Dean will be out cruising for ladies to go home with, I figured I could steal the Dean Cave for the night. I'm ordering a pizza, watching scary movies, eating a shit ton of junk food, and washing it all down with a bottle of wine."

Sam laughed. "Now that sounds like a party."

"Someone say 'party'?" Dean asked as he entered the kitchen.

"We were just discussing our Valentine's Day plans," Sam responded.

"You celebrating Unattached Drifter Christmas?" you asked in a teasing tone.

Dean shrugged and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. "Nahh, I think I'm gonna sit this year out. I'd rather stay home."

"Awww man," you grumbled.

Dean looked at you with an arched brow. "Is that a problem?"

"No," you answered quickly. "It just puts a bit of a wrench in my plans."

"And what are your plans?" he asked.

"I was gonna take over the Dean Cave for the night--scary movie marathon, pizza, snacks, alcohol."

"Pizza, snacks, and alcohol is my holy trinity," Dean said with a wide smirk. "Would you be opposed to me crashing your party?"

"You hate scary movies," you said.

"Yeah, but you love them," he countered. "I'm the crasher, so I'm not gonna demand a change in movie genre."

You smiled at him. "Alright, then you can come. I'll even supply beer."

Dean winked at you. "The way to my heart," he teased.

You rolled your eyes and hopped off the counter. "Oh, did Sam mention he has a date tonight?"

Sam shot you a look and you hurried out of the kitchen, laughing quietly as Dean started to tease his brother.

"A date, baby bro? Look at you!"

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You'd sent Dean to pick up the pizza while you set up the Dean Cave for the evening's festivities. You'd made a run to the grocery store earlier in the day to pick up yours and Dean's favorite snacks, as well as a decent supply of wine and beer.

You were more than satisfied with your selections, but for some reason you felt anxious. Well...to be honest, you knew the reason. You hadn't expected Dean to be staying home and you certainly didn't count on him joining you for the evening.

You'd known Dean for a little over five years and in that time you'd grown to care about him deeply, more than you should. He was a genuinely good person underneath his gruff exterior, a facade he had dropped with you long ago.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you knew you loved him, but you would never say anything to him. You knew him too well. Dean had lost virtually everyone he'd ever loved and he blamed himself for their deaths. He avoided romantic relationships like the plague because he didn't want to add another name to the body count. It was hard enough for him to bring you into his life as a friend, and there was no way he would risk anything more than that.

So of course, you kept your mouth shut, hiding your feelings from both Winchesters. The only person that knew how you felt was Jody and she would take that secret to the grave if you wanted her to. You would rather have Dean as a friend than lose him completely.

You tossed your favorite oversized blanket onto the couch with a sigh. You were trying not to think about curling up next to Dean for a movie marathon on freaking Valentine's Day of all days. You knew it was the romantic nature of the day itself that had your stomach in knots. You'd watched movies and binge ate with Dean countless times before without issue, but there was an added intensity to this instance simply because it happened to be February 14th.

You also couldn't help but wonder why Dean wasn't planning on going out. You couldn't remember the last time he neglected to celebrate 'Unattached Drifter Christmas' as he'd always called it. In fact, Dean hadn't been out to pick up a girl in weeks...you were struggling to recall the last time Dean didn't decline a girl's invitation to come home with her.

"I've brought sustenance!" The man in question spoke from behind you, startling you out of your thoughts.

"Jesus!" you yelped.

Dean chuckled lightly. "Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."

You shot him a look that clearly said 'I wasn't scared', which only caused him to laugh harder.

You tossed a piece of popcorn at him and headed towards the door. "I'm gonna change into comfy clothes before we get started."

"Good idea," he agreed, placing the pizza down on the table before following you out the door.

Five minutes later, you came back into the Dean Cave wearing your most comfortable leggings and an oversized worn out band tee you'd had for at least a decade. You'd opted to forgo a bra for comfort's sake and you hoped Dean wouldn't notice.

Dean was already sitting on the couch, wearing his gray sweatpants and a plain black tee. It was almost offensive how hot he looked in that outfit--no man had any right to look that good in sweatpants.

When you walked in, Dean's gaze traveled from the TV to you. You noticed his pupils dilate slightly as he looked at you, but you figured that was due to the change in light.

You plopped down on the couch beside him, leaving plenty of space between the two of you to avoid any awkwardness. "Ready to be terrified?" you teased.

Dean groaned softly. "You know I'm only watching these because you love them."

You grinned and snagged the remote from him. "They're so good!"

"Our life is a scary movie," he grumbled. "I don't know why you like these."

"I think that's actually why I like them. Our real lives are full of the kind of shit that would make people lose their minds, but for us, it's just another Tuesday. These movies are either cheesy as hell or have an exaggerated version of a monster we have hunted and killed--so it becomes entertaining instead of scary."

Dean raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Or you're crazy."

You smiled at him and shot him a wink. "That's just an added bonus."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed a slice of pizza. As he shoveled food into his mouth, you opened up a streaming service and typed in the name of the first movie you wanted to watch.

"You remember The Conjuring right? And Annabelle?"

"Yeah," he answered. "That Annabelle one was creepy as hell."

You grinned. "Well this one is in the same universe and I've been dying to watch it."

You pressed play on the remote and the opening credits of The Nun began to play. You snuggled up under the blanket and sighed contentedly, a piece of pizza in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

Dean glanced at you and couldn't help the soft smile that graced his lips. It was rare he got to see you truly happy and content, so this was a moment he intended to fully savor. He studied your face, desperate to commit it to memory, unwilling to forget how beautiful you looked in this moment.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes, still picturing your face clearly in his mind. It brought another smile to his lips and he breathed in deeply, smelling a mixture of your shampoo and your perfume. He wanted you to be closer to him, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

He made a split second decision and voiced his request aloud, "It's a little chilly in here. Do you mind sharing the blanket with me?" He wasn't cold at all, but he thought it might get you to move closer to him to share.

"Oh! Sure." You smiled and scooted in his direction, holding the edge of the blanket out to him.

He took it and started to cover himself. "You're gonna need to come a little closer, sweetheart," he said with a chuckle. "I need a bit more coverage."

You laughed and moved even closer to him so your arms were now touching. "Better?" you teased.

"Much," he affirmed.

You tried to keep your body relaxed and focused on the movie, but Dean's proximity was overwhelming your senses. You could smell his aftershave, feel his body heat, and see the rise and fall of his chest much more clearly than before. The simple act of a man breathing should not be a turn on...yet here you were.

You shifted slightly as you felt a familiar wave of heat pool in your belly. Not now, you thought to yourself.

"You okay, doll?" Dean asked softly.

His voice sounded lower than before, huskier even, and you had to bite your lip to keep from audibly moaning. As it was, you could feel the slick gathering between your legs, which was mortifying enough.

"I'm fine," you lied, shifting again.

Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you into his side. "Come 'ere," he muttered. "Get comfortable."

You gasped softly at the sudden movement, but you allowed him to pull you closer. You laid your head against his chest and sighed quietly. You had to admit, it was a much more comfortable position to be in, even if it increased your longing.

"Better?" he whispered, echoing your earlier question.

"Yeah," you mumbled.

Dean smiled down at you even though you couldn't see it. He liked this new position--he liked holding you. He knew he was crossing boundaries he'd never intended to cross, but his feelings had become unbearable as of late.

He couldn't remember a moment when he didn't want you and it was getting harder to remember a time when he didn't love you. The last couple months had been hell on his heart and he was starting to break. He hid it from everyone, especially you, but he knew he couldn't do that for much longer.

His random hookups had stopped alleviating his desire to be with you, instead increasing that need tenfold after every encounter. So he stopped hooking up with women altogether. He'd considered moving out of the bunker for a while to get away, but he couldn't do that to Sam or to you.

He found himself in a predicament he'd been trying to avoid for years and the walls he'd built around his heart had started to crumble. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep you safe--he'd rip out his own still-beating heart if he had to--but he couldn't find the strength to stop loving you. No matter what he did, his love only grew.

It wasn't fair to you and he knew he shouldn't love you, shouldn't tell you, shouldn't pull you into something with him that would almost certainly get you killed, but his own pain was becoming too much. The physical ache in his chest when you were apart was beginning to impact every part of his life, including hunting. He'd be lying if he said it didn't terrify him, but he couldn't fight his feelings any longer.

"(Y/N)?" Dean asked softly.

"Hmm?" you hummed, eyes still trained on the TV.

"Can you look at me, sweetheart?" he murmured.

You shifted your head to look up at him. You were struck by how brilliantly green his irises looked in the dimly lit room, your lips parting slightly in surprise.

Dean's heart was hammering in his chest so quickly he was certain you could hear it. When your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his, he was immediately lost in them--adrift in an ocean of (y/e/c).

He knew this was it--it was now or never...he could either take the leap or let his pain drown him in loneliness. He chose the former. He lowered his head the short distance to place a soft, warm kiss against your lips.

The moment you felt his lips on yours, it was like the world stopped spinning. Suddenly there was nothing but you and Dean--nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. Just you and Dean.

When your lips began to move against his, returning his kiss, he groaned happily. His hands grabbed at your torso, seeking comfort in your soft flesh. He tugged you towards him, and you shifted your body to straddle his lap, lips never leaving his.

In your new position, you could feel his hardening member pressing against your clothed core. You ground against him, earning a moan from deep in his throat. His hands tightened their grip on your hips and your nails dug into his shoulders as the sensation sent a bolt of electricity through you.

Dean's hands snaked under your shirt and he began tugging it upwards in an attempt to remove it. The logical part of your brain suddenly kicked back on and you grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Dean--wait," you gasped, pulling away from him slightly.

His eyes widened and his body tensed. He quickly removed his hands from your body and held them up in surrender. "I'm sorry, we can stop. I--"

You shook your head. "I just need...I need to say something." You bit your lip. "I don't wanna be a one night stand or a friends with benefits thing. I-I can't, Dean. I can't."

The pain in your voice nearly broke his heart. He wanted to reassure you, but he wasn't sure you would believe him. He had a reputation and it was Valentine's Day...what were the odds you'd believe him?

"(Y/N), listen to me," he said gently, taking your hands in his. "I would never ever make you to do something you didn't want to do...and I would never purposefully hurt you. I need you to know that. Do you know that, (Y/N/N)?"

"Yes," you whispered, nodding slowly.

"Good...because I mean it. I can't do any more one night stands or casual hookups or friends with benefits situations. I can't handle any of those things anymore than I can pretend I don't need you. And I do need you, (Y/N/N). I need you in every way a person can possibly need another...mentally, emotionally, physically--all of it. You're the best part of my fucked up life and I don't want to lose you."

It was rare to see Dean so open and vulnerable. This was one of the very few times you'd been witness to it, but this was, by far, the most emotional moment you'd ever shared with him. You wanted to respond, to say all the things you'd carried in your heart for years, but you couldn't think of a single word to say.

Your silence dragged on long enough that Dean began to worry he'd crossed a line he shouldn't have...a line he couldn't uncross. "Please, (Y/N)," he begged. "Say something."

"I'm sorry," you said quickly, realizing you'd been silent too long. Dean's face fell and you knew he believed you were about to reject him. You placed your hands against his chest in a calming manner, desperate to infuse your love in the touch.

"You're not going to lose me, Dean," you assured him. "I'm not going anywhere...my place is here, with you. This is where I belong--where I want to be. Wherever you are is home to me."

He didn't need grand gestures or romantic poetry. He didn't need some eloquent speech about how much you loved him. All he needed was to hear your sweet voice saying he was your 'home' and he was a goner.

When his lips met yours for the second time, everything felt different. It was as if all the moments of his life before this were in black and white and he was seeing in color for the first time. He felt alive in a way he'd forgotten--whole, in a way he'd never experienced.

He'd had very few positive relationships in his past and most of them ended bloody. He'd thought he'd been in love before, but those feelings paled in comparison to the way he felt about you. This was love, a love so real--so lasting--it was branded into his very soul.

His fingers gripped the edge of your shirt again and this time, you allowed him to remove it. "Fuck," he groaned, hungry eyes trained on your naked chest. "No bra?"

"I wanted to be comfortable."

His large, calloused hands gripped your heavy breasts and he gently kneaded the supple flesh. "I want my girl to be comfortable all the time," he murmured. "So I think we should burn all your bras."

Your soft chuckle morphed into a moan as his lips found one of your nipples. You rolled your hips against him, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

Dean wanted to take his time with you and he was thoroughly enjoying his current activities, but it seemed you had other plans in mind.

"Dean," you whined. "Need you."

He gave your nipple one last gentle lick before lifting his head. "I'm right here, baby."

You rolled your hips against his throbbing cock and he groaned. Clearly you wanted more and he was in no position to deny you anything.

He gripped you tightly and stood up. You yelped in surprise and wrapped your legs around his waist. He turned around so your back was to the couch and he slowly lowered you down, placing you on the couch in front of him. He kneeled down and looked up at you, eyes dark with desire.

His hands slid slowly up your thighs, coming to a stop at the hem of your pants. "Can I take these off?"

You nodded rapidly.

He smirked and began to peel your leggings down at a painfully slow pace. You whined in annoyance, but Dean simply smiled. "Patience, sweetheart."

Finally, your pants, and subsequently your underwear, were tossed onto the floor, leaving you completely bare before him. There was a small part of you that felt self-conscious being naked in front of Dean. It was always uncomfortable for you the first time you found yourself in this position with a new man, but Dean was different. You weren't sure if it was the hunger in his gaze, the affection he clearly had for you, or the love you felt for him...you felt safe, you felt comfortable, and you felt loved. That was all that mattered.

Dean licked his lips in anticipation as he slowly spread your legs, revealing your soaking wet pussy to him. He groaned softly, spreading your legs wider to get an even better view.

"Now that's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he murmured. He slid a finger between your folds to collect some of your juices before bringing the finger to his mouth. He sucked it clean with a moan of enjoyment. "Delicious."

Before you had time to react, Dean had grabbed your hips and dragged you forward so you were closer to the edge of the couch. His mouth was on you in an instant, feasting on you like he might never eat again.

Your head fell back against the cushion and soft moans began to stream from your lips. Your legs rested on his shoulders and your hand gripped his hair tightly. Salacious sounds filled the room and you were glad Sam was gone for the night. You had a feeling it was only going to get louder.

Dean's experience in the bedroom was very evident as he ate you out. He was extremely skilled, but more importantly he paid attention to you. He was desperate to learn exactly what drove you wild and he wouldn't stop until he'd mapped out all of your pleasure points.

"Dean," you gasped softly, grip on his hair tightening.

He knew you were close, the way your legs began to tremble and your grip on his hair indicating your impending orgasm like a flashing neon sign.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place so you couldn't squirm away. With expert precision, Dean spelled his own full name against your clit with his tongue, sending you into a spiral of moaning, shaking bliss.

Dean continued to lap up your juices as you came down, and to your surprise, he didn't stop, even as you began to tug on his hair in earnest. "Please, Dean! Too much," you pleaded.

Dean sucked your little bundle of nerves into his mouth and slipped two fingers inside of you. He quickly found your sweet spot and began to drag his fingers along it repeatedly. The shock waves of pleasure had you changing your pleas to moans in seconds.

Your pussy gripped his fingers like iron and he couldn't wait to feel you grip his cock in the same fashion. He hadn't even been inside you yet and he already knew he would never want another woman's body the way he wanted yours.

"Dean!" you cried out, thick thighs squeezing his head, hips gyrating against his mouth as you came once again.

He lapped up everything you had to give him hungrily--wishing he could stay between your legs forever. This time, however, he allowed you to pull him up by his hair.

You were completely breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly. Dean licked his lips and wondered how sexy you'd look riding him, breasts bouncing as he slammed up into you.

"I think," you mumbled, "you have...too much...clothing on."

He laughed at your breathless remark. He had to agree with your sentiment, so he stood up and removed his shirt quickly. When he stood, you were rewarded with a nice view of his erection pressing against the confines of his sweats.

He smiled at you and slowly lowered his pants, revealing his very large member. The tip was red and throbbing, precum leaking from the slit. You licked your lips and eyed him hungrily, wanting to wrap your lips around it with a desperation that surprised you.

"Sit," you begged.

Dean smirked and obliged, sitting down beside you. You slid off the couch and crawled the short distance to settle between his legs.

Your soft hands wrapped around his cock and he groaned softly. "You're so big," you whispered.

"Your hands are small," he teased.

"But my mouth isn't."

Dean didn't have the time to process your sassy comment before your mouth wrapped around him and you began to suck his cock in earnest.

"Holy fuck-" he groaned, head falling back against the cushion.

He tangled his hand in your hair and gently guided your head as you began to take his cock deeper into your throat. You flexed the back of your tongue as you did so and he groaned loudly.

Having gotten the reaction you'd desired, you did the same move a couple more times, allowing his cock to almost leave your mouth before sucking him deep into your throat.

His grip on your hair tightened and his hips thrust forward, causing you to gag slightly. Instead of trying to lift off him, you breathed deeply through your nose and held steady, relaxing your throat as best as you could.

"Baby, you're doing so good for me," Dean murmured. "Making me feel amazing."

You moaned around his cock and reached between his legs to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. His hips bucked slightly at the action, causing you to smirk.

You continued to suck his cock until he tugged your hair a little more harshly. "You gotta stop, doll, or I'm gonna cum."

You hummed in disappointment, but allowed him to pull you off his cock with a soft popping sound. He looked down at you with lust filled eyes and beckoned you towards him.

"Come up here, baby. I wanna touch you," he begged.

You climbed onto the couch with him, straddling his legs once again. You lowered yourself slowly, rubbing his cock against your wet core. You leaned forward to kiss him and repeated the action. He moaned against your lips before pressing his tongue against them, demanding entry.

You parted your lips and kissed him deeply, allowing his tongue to assert dominance. The kiss was passionate and loving, but the fire that burned inside of both of you in that moment only cared about pleasure.

"I need to be inside you," Dean whispered against your lips.

"Please," you begged him, rutting against him once more.

He gripped his cock tightly and lined himself up with your entrance. Once the tip pressed against your tight opening, he released his grip, hands settling on your hips to help guide you down.

You moaned softly as you continued to lower yourself onto his cock--the stretch both painful and enjoyable all at once. He was larger than you were accustomed to, both in girth and in length, and it almost felt as if you were a virgin all over again.

You had to lean forward, pressing your body against his for support as you lowered yourself down completely. You'd never felt so full, your toes curled at the mere feeling.

"You okay, baby?" Dean murmured, hands gently rubbing soothing circles into your back as he allowed you time to adjust.

"Never better," you whispered in reply.

You pulled yourself up into a proper sitting position and gasped as he somehow sank even deeper into you.

Dean worried he'd hurt you until he saw the look in your eye. His concern quickly turned to a smirk of pride. He pressed his hand against your lower abdomen and growled, "You feel that, baby? I'm so deep inside you, you'll be feeling me for days."

You moaned softly, his words having the desired effect on you. You rolled your hips a little and he hissed softly.

"Fuck, doll."

He gripped your hips as you started to move, bouncing up and down on his cock slowly.

His lips attached themselves to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone--anywhere he could reach. He was reveling in the feeling of your soft body against his muscular one, your curves providing him with plenty of flesh to hold on to.

"You feel so good, baby," he moaned in your ear. "Pussy squeezing me so tight--can hardly breathe."

"Feels good, Dean," you whimper.

"Yeah, baby? You like the way my cock feels in your pretty little pussy? Stretching you just right--you were made for me."

You preened at the praise, which only made him want to praise you more.

"This perfect body of yours makes me feel so good, sweetheart. You take my cock so well. Wanna stay here forever just making you feel good--listening to those sweet sounds you make. Fuck, never wanna stop."

You loved his praise, but your thighs were starting to get tired from the exertion. Dean could feel you slowing down, so he pulled you forward, pressing your chest flush against his.

"I've got you, baby. Let me take over," he whispered.

You gripped his shoulders and nodded, more than willing to allow him to take control.

As soon as he felt your body relax against him, he planted his feet firmly on the floor and began to piston up into you. He held you tightly against him to prevent you from moving too much.

"Dean!" you cried, nails digging into his shoulders.

His cock pressed into your g-spot with each thrust and in a matter of moments, you were teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"Can feel you squeezing me, baby. You gonna cum for me? Huh?" Dean asked huskily. "You gonna coat my cock with your sweet cum, baby? Cum for me, sweet girl. Wanna feel it."

You loved the way he begged and it had you coming undone in an instant. You screamed his name as your walls fluttered around his cock. It took all of his focus not to cum along with you.

"That's my good girl," he whispered. "I'm gonna cum soon, doll. Where you want it?"

"Inside me," you begged. "Please, Dean--fill me up."

"Oh, fuck-" Dean moaned loudly as he came, coating your walls with his seed.

After a few more thrusts, Dean stilled. He continued to hold you tightly against him, needing to feel you close to him as he came down from his high.

He rubbed your back soothingly and placed a soft kiss to your damp hairline. "You were so good for me, (Y/N/N)."

You kissed his shoulder. "Felt so good, Dean."

He smiled and squeezed you tighter. He sighed contentedly, enjoying the feeling of the woman he loved pressed against his chest.

His cock had begun to soften and his cum was leaking out of you and onto his thighs, but he couldn't be bothered. Taking care of you was his one and only priority.

"Do you need some water, sweetheart?" he asked softly.

You shook your head.

"Food?"

You shook your head again.

"Tell me what you need, baby," he begged.

You finally lifted your head to look him in his eyes. "I know it's cliché to say I love you after sex, but I don't care. I love you, Dean...I love you wholly and completely."

Dean nearly breathed a sigh of relief at your admission. "I can't even begin to express how happy it makes me to hear you say those words. I've been pushing the feeling down for years, but I can't do it anymore, (Y/N). I love you with everything I have--it might not be much, but it's yours. You have me forever--mind, body, and soul."

You smiled and gently caressed his cheek. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. You kissed him softly, which he immediately returned in kind.

When you separated, you noticed a mischievous glint in his bright green eyes. "Dean?"

"What are your thoughts about round two in my bedroom?"

You laughed lightly. "Are you gonna kick me out of your bed at 2am?"

"Not if you don't snore," he teased.

You smacked his shoulder affectionately and he laughed. "You're lucky you're so damn cute."

He grinned. "Actually, I'm adorable."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You know, I think I like the idea of round two."

Dean smiled and pulled you even closer. "Hold onto me, sweetheart."

You gripped him tightly and he stood up, holding you to his chest. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he headed towards his bedroom.

When he entered his room, he gently tossed you onto the bed, earning a soft giggle from your lips. He climbed on top of you, pressing sweet kisses to your skin for several moments before finally kissing your soft lips.

"I'm glad you skipped 'Unattached Drifter Christmas' this year," you murmured.

He smiled. "Me too, baby. I think it's more 'Attached Drifter Christmas' now."

You laughed. "I love you, you dork."

He kissed you again. "Not as much as I love you."

The two of you spent the next couple hours continuing to explore each other's bodies, experiencing blinding pleasure over and over again.

Nothing could ever compare to the love you felt for each other, and in spite of everything, you both fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms, dreaming of the beautiful future ahead.

#supernatural #dean winchester smut #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader smut #dean winchester x plus size!reader smut #dean winchester x plus size reader #supernatural smut

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sunny44 · 1 year

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New bra

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, lingerie

Summary: Y/n bought a new set of lingerie and and decided to send a picture for her boyfriend.

After spending the day at the mall with my best friend to distract myself from the fact that I will not see my boyfriend for another week, I ended up buying many things including a new set of lingerie in red.

Obviously Charles will love the fact that it is this color and after I took a shower and put it on to see how it would look I had the idea of sending him a picture to see how he would react.

Charlie 💋

Baaaaaabe

Come here

I have a surprise for you

Charlie 💋

Hey baby girl

I'm here ready for my surprise

Are you alone?

Charlie 💋

Yes

Why?

I want your opinion on something

What do you think about this?

Charlie 💋

Holy fuck

Why? Just why?

Why did you have to send me this?

You don't like it?

Charlie 💋

That's the problem

I like it too much and know I'll have to take a cold shower and because of you I'm gonna get late for an important meeting

Okay so I'll never send this types of photo for you again

Charlie 💋

Don't do that

Keep sending

Just tell me before you do it

Well I'm going to take a shower and I'll talk to you later

Love you

Love you more Charlie

And I can't wait for you to get home so you can see this in person

Charlie 💋

Believe me I'll rip this off of you in the moment I get in the house

Wait for me wearing that

Whatever you want

See you ❤️

After this conversation the only thing I could do was laugh, but I knew that the moment he came home things would get really hot.

...

When he told me he was coming home I decided to prepare a special dinner for us but when he arrived he didn't even give me time to say anything, he just grabbed me and started kissing me.

"I really hope you are wearing that lingerie under this dress." He says kissing my neck.

"I'm not." He squeezes my ass harder. "But underneath this dress there is nothing."

"That’s even better." He whispers and places me on his lap leading me to our bedroom.

"Charlie" I moan softly as his hands run all over my body.

"Hmm?"

"Aren't we going to eat dinner?"

"I don’t know about you but I'm going to eat now." I started laughing as soon as he threw me on the bed.

...

"My gosh, I was starving.” I told him as soon as I warmed up the pasta I had made for our dinner.

I was wearing only panties and the Ferrari t-shirt that Charles was wearing when he arrived, and he was wearing black sweatpants and socks while eating.

"Me too." He says and I laugh since his face was dirty with sauce. "What?"

"Come here." He walked over to the other side of the countertop where I was standing and I ran my thumb across the corner of his mouth wiping it clean. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." He gave me a kiss and smiled. "What do you say we take a romantic trip over the vacations?"

"I think that's a great idea." I gave him a kiss and we continued eating our dinner.

We spent the rest of the night on the couch watching movies covered in our blanket and after a while I had an idea, I told him I was going to get a charger for my cell phone but I actually went to put on the lingerie set I had bought for him.

"So?" He turns around and his eyes sparkled and a smile appeared on his face. "Do you think it looks better in person?"

"Absolutely." He says already standing up and I was still standing at the top of the stairs. "But I think I need to take a closer look before I can give my final answer."

He ran up, taking me in his lap, and once again we ended up in the bedroom.

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the-kr8tor · 10 months

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Hello can you please do a jealous Hobie x reader

Where they were out at a party while at the party reader just happened to see one of her male best friends and they're like in a back room smoking together and Hobbit just happens to walk in to see readers male best friend blowing smoke in her mouth 😊🥰

You don't have to put in the smoking pot if you don't want to 😊😋

Hello hun! Thank you for your request! I changed some things, hope you don't mind!

Some drinking and smoking, a lot of cursing. 1.2k

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You feel lightheaded, the booming music pounds into your skull, coupled with the bright strobe lights, and people screaming over the loud music trying to hear each other, you feel your social battery draining with every clink of glass.

Partying seemed like a good time for the first two hours of being there, but as the night continues on, you just want to go to bed, and wash the smell of cheap beer off of you.

The only good thing about this is spending time with Hobie.

You wince when another screech of a guitar riff booms out of the speakers, you lean towards Hobie's ear, an excuse falling on your lips.

"I'm gonna go to the loo for a bit"

"Sure, love. I'll watch your drink" Hobie moves your pint closer to his while he continues talking to his friend.

You slide off the booth, fixing your shirt. Weaving through the sea of people, you try to avoid crashing into them, the wc sign looks like a beacon, beckoning you for a much needed reprieve.

Suddenly you hear your name getting called, or rather screamed at you. You do a 180 trying to find who called you.

"Here! On your right!"

You're not sure if that was for you, still you looked to your right. Lo and behold you see your old high school mate, peeking behind the doors to the bar's balcony.

"David! Is that you?!" You squint trying to find his distinguishable features.

"Yeah! Get your arse over here!" He opens the door fully for you.

Scrambling towards the door, you try to push past dancers. Finally entering the balcony, your best friend hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the floor. You giggle at your reunion.

"Holy shit, duck! Long time no see!" He pulls away, taking a good look at you. "I haven't seen you since graduation! You look fucking fit!"

"Shut it, you arse!" you playfully slap his arm.

"Come, it's quieter over there" he leads you towards the railings, bringing out a fancy case of smokes. "You want a ciggie?" He offers you one. You take it.

You whistle at the fancy engravings on the cigarette case.

"Wow, Daddy dearest is still paying your bills? You daddy's boy" you tease him as he helps you light your cigarette with a matching lighter to the fancy case. "Fucking hell, even the lighter!"

"Shut up! It was a gift!" He teasingly shoves you. "Do you remember when we used to sneak around chain smoking in our attic?"

"Yeah, we almost burned your dad's postcard collection" you laugh at the memory.

"So how're you?"

You two get to talking, exchanging stories, remembering fond memories, until you get to talking about your love life.

"Ooh, little duckie has a man" he jokingly blows smoke on your face.

Meanwhile Hobie leans against the doorway, watching the interaction. He got worried when you didn't come back to the table. Basically searching the entire bar, he finally found you cozying up to an unknown man.

See Hobie isn't usually a jealous person, whenever someone flirts with you, while he's sidled up close to you, egging them on.

"Can I have that drink too?"

"Oh shit, look at that black card, you're loaded bruv"

"She has two left feet, I'm available though"

"Mate, you like the Ramones too? What's your favourite song?"

"Oof, nice shoes bruv"

He does this because he trusts you fully, at the end of the day, he's the one who goes home with you. Of course whenever someone gets a little too touchy, or invades your personal space, he jumps to being protective. If they don't let up, he's more than ready to square up.

When he sees the blond blowing smoke on your face as you giggle, it's the same smile you give him, he sees the man lightly push your shoulder. Something snaps at him, his ears ring, he didn't even catch what the man said.

Hobie stomps towards you, not noticing him, you continue on smiling and talking to your friend.

Feeling a familiar arm snaking around your waist, you look towards Hobie, His eyes glare angrily at your friend, a dark aura emanates from him.

Hobie's knuckles shake as he clenches it tighter, he's ready to strike.

Noticing his emotion, you quickly try to douse his anger, but he opens his mouth before you.

"Who the fuck are you?" He holds on to your waist tighter "and why the fuck are you flirting with her?"

Some nosy people start looking towards your way. You try to speak up, but again David beats you to it.

"I'm guessing this is your man? I'm David a –"

"Fuck off, David" he barks out "stay the fuck away" he angrily points at your friend.

David gestures in surrender "alright, mate, calm down, she's all yours" Hobie already turned his back away. David winks at you, thank god, Hobie didn't catch that.

Hobie guides you by your hand, you try to explain but he couldn't hear you through the blaring music.

He brings you outside, Hobie heads towards an alley, you follow closely behind, trying to get his attention.

"Hobie! Will you stop?"

Hobie kicks an abandoned box, sending it flying across the alley.

"Shit, I'm sorry" he breathes heavily, his left eye twitches. "Fuck, you okay?" Hobie finally turns towards you.

"Yeah, are you okay? I've never seen you so angry" you cross the gap between you, you tentatively try to hold him. "Just breathe" your hands hover over his arms.

He takes a deep breath, slowly calming down. Hobie pinches the space between his eyes.

"Better?" You rub his arms lovingly.

"Yeah" he avoids your eyes, his eyebrows still knit together in anger.

You can finally explain everything "Hey, David's a close friend of mine since highschool, trust me you don't have to worry about him" you hug his torso.

"I'm not jealous"

"Sure, of course not" you cup his jaw, he finally looks you in the eye.

"I'm not bloody jealous" he huffs, looping his fingers through the belt loop of your jeans, bringing you closer to him.

"I know" you placate him "but hypothetically if you were, you don't have to worry, you're it for me, babe"

You move your hands over his neck, guiding him down towards your face. "Whether it's an old friend, or some stranger, know that they'll never replace you in my life, I love you Hobie Brown, never forget that"

Hobie looks into your eyes, searching for an ounce of dishonesty, he found none, except for love and affection towards him.

He drops his forehead on yours, savoring all the love that oozes out of you. You close your eyes as you rub circles over his neck, trying to ease the tension folded into his muscles.

"Love you too. let's go home, yeah?" He reluctantly pulls away, holding your gaze.

You nod enthusiastically, "does that love extend to apologizing to David?" You ask, testing the waters.

Hobie tilts his head, with a slight glare, non verbally saying 'why would I do that?'

Understanding what he means, you continue "I invited him to lunch tomorrow" you smile, gauging his reaction.

Hobie drops his head on your shoulder with a slight thump, he groans, realizing he needs to make peace with your friend.

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Hope you liked it angel! Thank you again for requesting, and for being patient ❤️❤️❤️

#request done #ahh my first request fulfilled ❤️#hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider man across the spider verse #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown x fem!reader #spider punk x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #atsv x reader #fanfic

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cinwritesbirth · 6 months

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I'm gonna try my best at flustering you a bit.

Imagine you've holding off pushing until I came home. I find you curled up into a ball around your big belly on our bed. One hand holds your stomach and the tightly grips the covers beneath you.

I give courtesy rub to the belly I filled so well and then shift my hand down to your tightly sealed legs, and carefully push my fingers between to find your moist and bulging pussy

I hear you breath rhythmically and the head begin to press outward. I quickly cover it with my hand.

I whisper, "Don't push" into your ear as I hold the head with my palm and rub your clit with a free finger. I want hear you whimper and moan a few more hours and see your big belly contract every other minute. Your body squirms against the pressure of both your baby and the intense pleasure. Just when I think you're going to cum, I'd stop my actions. Over and over I'd bring you just to the apex then pull back until your body forces the baby to a full crown and your begging for release. Begging for me to let you cum and to let you push out the head.

I'd relent, easing my palm off of the head and quickening my fingers on your clit until you're crying out in ecstasy. You scream as you cum and push out the round head thats been torturing you.

You continue to bear down with an orgasm triggered contraction. But im not done with you yet. You knew when I knocked you up what I wanted from you. I put my hands back to your pussy, holding it firm so the shoulders don't come out just yet. The head was just round one.

Aaaaa? Aaaaaa?! Consider me well and fucking flustered holy shit not to mention soaked as hell thanks for that

I hope there's another few in there and you make me spend days cumming them out for you. 😊

#birth denial #edging birth #orgasmic birth #home birth

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idontplaytrack · 1 month

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hi!! could i request a fluffy rosa diaz x reader fic where reader works as a detective at the precinct and rosa kind of has a soft spot for her (more like a crush on her), so when rosa gets sick like in that one episode reader finally convinces rosa to admit she doesn’t feel good and takes her home and takes care of her? tysm!!

Hermosa

- Rosa Diaz x detective fem! reader -

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, implied smut at the end

Thank you for your request! :)

You clocked in at exactly nine o’clock that morning. Right on time, you looked at the desk opposite of yours and it was empty. “Amy, has Rosa come in yet?”

“Oh. No.” Amy’s eyes widen briefly, shocked.

“Oh, wow. Rosa’s not here yet? Doesn’t she stay like really near here?” Jake remarked.

“Yes she does.” Gina chimed in, “Her apartment is the closest to the precinct.”

“Is she not coming to work today?” Amy asks you.

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t have asked you.”

“Right.” Amy smiled sheepishly, focusing back on her work.

“She hasn’t texted you or anything?” Jake carries on the conversation with you while you got settled.

“No, I just thought she was already here-” Before you could say anything else, hurried footsteps interrupted your train of thought. Your eyes followed the sound, which turned out to be Rosa who’d just arrived.

“Holy shit, girl.” Gina broke the silence as the rest of the squad watched her, bewildered, “You look like hell.” Rosa scowled, sitting down in her chair.

You’d been glaring at her since the moment she sat down across from you. Rosa shot you a look meaning for you to drop it and leave her alone. That was the end of that conversation for a bit. Meanwhile, she was sniffly and sneezed a handful of times. Not to mention she looks pale as a sheet. She somehow made it to lunch before you got so annoyed that you pulled her aside, “Will you just admit you’re sick and let me take you home?”

“y/n, I’m fine. Diaz’s don’t get sick.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you then? Just trying a new makeup look for Halloween?” You huffed.

Rosa chuckles. “What’s so funny?” You ask, almost offended.

“Ha ha.” She responded, “You’re not scary.”

“Rosa!” You nearly rolled your eyes, “You’re sick, please just let me take you home so you can rest? The last thing I want is you passing out on the gross precinct floors.”

“Wait a minute-” Rosa got all serious for a second, “You said ‘please’?”

“What?” You asked, puzzled.

“You asked if you could please take me home.” She pointed out.

“So?”

“So, okay.” She shrugged, “Whatever.”

“Okay?” You repeated, not expecting her to agree.

“Rosa’s going home?” Jake gasps, “Oh, she so likes you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Rosa complains, tossing an eraser at him.

“I’ve been watching you two, Diaz.” Gina added on, “Very flirty~”

You tried to hide a blush that very clearly still showed. “You two would be great together.” Charles chimed in, “So great.”

“Also, that height difference is mwah- perfect.” Gina wasn’t done.

“I agree.” Amy shrugged, “Rosa’s always had like a soft spot for you. From the day you started, even.”

“Wow, you guys are suddenly experts, huh?” Rosa scoffed, “Let’s go, y/n. Ignore them- they’re a bunch of kids.”

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As Rosa laid on her couch, you were at the stove cooking her some soup. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” You glanced at her over your shoulder.

“Do you buy what they say?”

“What do you mean?” You asked nervously.

“Do you think they’re right? That I’ve had a crush on you since you joined our squad?”

You stayed quiet for a minute, stirring the soup. “Um…you’re not gonna beat me up depending on my answer, are you?”

“What?” Rosa guffaws, and ended up coughing. “No, that’s crazy.”

“Well, if I’m being honest. I hope they are, because literally- god, this is going to sound so stupid.”

“Oh, just say it.” Rosa insisted, grabbing a tissue to blow her nose.

“Over time, I’ve found myself liking you as more than a friend. But- despite all the time we spend together while on the job, I realise I still don’t really know you. But I mean, the squad thinks we’re best friends. And I’d like to think that we’re close because you haven’t threatened to chop me up yet and compared to how you are with the rest of them, don’t you see a difference? I mean, do you?” You panicked at the end.

Now Rosa was stunned into silence. That was a first. “Honestly…I didn’t even realise what I was doing. It just naturally happened over time- Holt kept partnering us up and little by little, we got closer.” She began, “I guess…I didn’t dare to take a bigger step to actually flirt with you because I get so nervous, I suck at it. And- I didn’t know if you were attached or not so I didn’t want to weird you out either.”

She’s never one to talk about her feelings- she says it makes her want to throw up. But she actually opened up and talked to you. You were shocked, then you were somewhat…honoured. Maybe also a little smug that you managed to get that out of her.

You turned the stove off, grabbing a bowl and a spoon. “I’m not seeing anyone and I’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before.” You admit, she walks over to the kitchen- to you, and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “You’re the first person that I’ve fallen for so quickly and so hard, it feels terrifying, but also equally exciting. But I just- I really didn’t know and didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid of the outcome.” You managed to say before her grip around you tightened fully, and she’d rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She asked softly as she watched you ladle a scoop of the chicken noodle soup into the bowl. You would’ve dropped the damn ladle if you weren’t so aware that she had her arms around you.

“Will I be your girlfriend?” You repeated her question in disbelief, “Oh, my God. Yes, Rosa.”

She chuckles into your ear, sending a chill down your spine and made you squirm, “I won’t kiss you because I don’t want you to get sick, but once I’m better, you’re about to get pampered, hermosa.” You asked her to let go of you so you could take the bowl over to the table, and she does.

“Eat with me.”

“Yeah, I will. Just gonna set this down for you first.” You told her.

Rosa tells you to return to the precinct after lunch, but you said no. “Holt let me. Besides, he says if they needed me, I’ll get a call. I don’t think he was expecting me to go back today, anyway.”

Rosa smirked, “What do you mean, y/n?”

“What I mean, is that he seems to know about your little crush on me.”

“No he doesn’t.”

You snorted, “Please- he so does. Yesterday, I was out with him for a case. He asked me directly if I liked you and if I’d noticed that you’ve been extra nice to me. Also, it was very funny to see that look on his face when I dragged you into his office so he could see how pale you were.”

“Hilarious.” Rosa agreed, “Thanks- for making me the soup and making me come home.”

“No problem.” You smiled, eating a spoonful of the food.

“Look, this soup is great, but why couldn’t we get pizza?”

“That dairy’s just gonna make you more congested.” You pointed out. “Like I would care.”

“You might not, but I do. I’m the one that’s taking care of you and having to deal with your whining.”

“My whining?” She gasps dramatically, “God, y/n. I think that’d be you. We made out at the New Year’s party and you were whiny freaking mess.”

You blushed thinking about the memories of that night. “Speechless?” She teased, “What do you say you get us dinner tonight and I’ll give you a little thank-you? I might be sick and can’t kiss you, but there’s a lot I can do with just my hands.”

“I’ll think about it.” You shrug, a smirk creeping onto your face.

#i don't play track answers #rosa diaz #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #wlw #wlw fanfic #lgbtqia #queer #fanfiction #alternative universe #reader insert #female reader #x reader

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tlouxobsessed · 1 year

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Abby Anderson oneshot —>

“High spirited”

You and your girlfriend Abby Anderson, have some fun after not seeing each other for a long weekend ;)

contains - daddy kink, switch behavior, smut, sex in general, BDSM, squirting and or creaming, tit play, ass play, vagina play (obvi) , shower sex, strapping, details of sexual behaviors.

I scrammed to take off my apron tossing it to the side, I was exhausted, I had been at the bakery all day, since five am. It was now '4:43' There was cake batter under my finger nails, frosting in my hair and crushed cake bites stuck in the creases of my converse.

"yuck"

I walked out to the front area shutting the glass door flipping the "WE'RE OPEN!" sign to the "closed :(" I swept, wiped windows, cleaned counters. I was done with this place for the weekend. It was Saturday night, holy fuck. Abby comes home today, once the realization hit me; I starting putting a little pep into my step with cleaning.

I've owned the bakery for well over two years now, the first time I met Abby was early Summer of 18' she was young, I was too. We played around a little, makeouts and sleepovers. Never sex. That was until my girlfriend of six years, Ellie Williams, left me to move to California. She was an amazing artist so I tried not to blame her until two weeks later, a post with her new GIRLFRIEND. I was devastated.

Abby hopped into my dms soon after that day, she asked to go get coffee. I explained I had a bakery so we agreed to meet here. She came here which one thing led to another and we fucked in the back room. It was one of the best days of my life...after that we smoked then ate an unhealthy amount of cupcakes, she ended up spending almost everyday with me at that bakery since. Or at least that was until last month....

“Baby…I’m so sorry but I got called down for some meetings next week back in Seattle ): I love you so much and once I get back I’ll take you on an amazing date.”

I wanted to die, genuinely. What if she leaves me like Ellie did? I wanted to vomit. I felt like I was going to when I had heard the news. But she texted me all day long; checking on me, sexting; I needed her so badly when she’d do that, and she knew I did. I had a plan for when she was coming back. I bought some lingerie, I was going to surprise her in the shower once she got home.

I arrived home, cleaning up, opening up a bottle of wine and plopping down on our sofa. I pulled out my phone checking messages….

Abby<3 - at the airport waiting…so bored and i’m missin’ you princess )):

y/n - ugh my baby, maybe i could help with that?

Abby<3 - oh god y/n…. don’t do this to me right now baby

y/n - I cannot wait to taste that pretty pussy of yours

Abby<3 - baby…..

y/n - making you feel good, rubbing my fingers down your slit. Rubbing your clit until you cum all over me.

I pulled down my pants and began rubbing my clit, videotaping it.

“fuck yeah- oh my god i’m gonna cum” I rubbed faster and faster until I felt my stomach churn, I released all over my hands licking them clean while recording. I pressed send and took a long sip of the wine. Tonight was going to be great.

Abby<3 - oh my god princess, I’m going to fuck the life out of you after. i’m getting in my taxi now, im fucking soaked. you have such a hold over me.

I smirked at the phone, I had to get everything ready now. She was forty minutes away, I had made some cookies and brownies; a charcoochie board and some pasta. I was beyond excited to fuck then eat.

I settled back down on the couch, it eating me up. I heard the door twisting to be unlocked, I quickly sipped my wine running to the door to welcome my girlfriend home.

“Y/N!!!” She screamed, I jumped up wrapping my arms tightly around her neck nuzzling. I began sucking on her neck, she pushed me away…

“y/n…” I leaned in kissing her not letting her finish that sentence, I could feel her face heating up. She needed me in her.

“baby- let me go shower first okay?” I nodded. All part of my plan. I pretended to go back and sit on the couch. Once I heard the water turn on, I made my way back into the bedroom. I took off all my clothes, the cold air made my nipples harden. I slipped on our pink strap-on, all eight inches, thick and girthy. God I couldn't wait.

~ Third person ~

Y/N slowly creppted into the bathroom, the glass door too fogged up to be seen through. You smirk as you slide the door open inviting yourself in. You wrap your arms around Abby kissing her neck, you taste her pine soap on her neck, the sweetness from it makes you even wetter.

"Fuck y/n" Abby let's out a choked moan while you rub the strap in between her folds. Pushing her over so she's holding onto the bench in the shower. You spit into your hand, she's already wet enough but you needed more.

You begin stroking the strap, slowly starting to push the tip into her.

"Holy fuck- oh my god..."

You smirk at her moans, she's so sexy when she's submissive. You begin grinding, reaching a hand up to cup one of her breasts. Your finger goes over her nipple immediately hardening it. You speed up, your stroking becomes faster as do her moans. The hot water hitting your back like shards of glass, the sweat pouring down your face. It was all so hot.

"babe...I'm gonna cum"

Abby let out her thick juices which proceeds to drip down the faux cock. You smile at her pleasure knowing you made her feel this way. "Princess...why don't you let mommy shower then I'll take care of you, okay?" You hurried out making your way into the bedroom, the strap falls from your waist. Drying yourself then slipping on your, sexy black and red lingerie.

Your feet smack against the ground, plopping onto the couch waiting for your lover to return. Abby walks out from the bathroom, steam spreading throughout the house, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her waist. Her black sports bra held her figure nicely. You were soaked just at her standing there.

Abby walks over to you flinging you over her shoulder like a rag-doll, you weigh nothing to her based on her muscular physique. She tosses you onto the bed, the comfortable material warming you.

"fuck you're so sexy y/n" Abby says staring you down like a hungry wolf. She begins to pull you up, motioning for you to lift your arms. Once the shirt is off, Abby stares at you, analyzing your body.

Each and every inch of you is perfect, she never fails to make you feel beautiful. "Let me have my way with you pretty girl" Abby says flipping you over and palming your ass cheeks.

You moan out when you felt the friction between the two. She slips her two thick fingers in between your slits from behind, your ass still facing up. Laying on your stomach, she rubs your clit in circular motions.

"Fuck Ab-"

"call me daddy" Abby demands cutting you off.

"Fuck daddy- oh my god" You moan out as Abby begins slipping her fingers inside touching the spongy part of your pussy. You feel yourself building up slowly, as she fastens her pace.

"you like that you little fucking slut" the muscular girl says going faster and faster. You can't even reply, suddenly she stops flipping you over once again.

"I'm going to tie you up like the little animal you are" Abby begins to take out the faux rope you guys had purchased from a sex shop. She ties your legs and hands up. Hands behind the backboard and feet down at the bottom of the bed.

You looked up at Abby with doe eyes, her towel drops. You lick your slips staring at her soaking wet slit. She pounces on you like a wild animal, smacking her tongue onto your pussy. Unable to contain yourself, your moans get louder and louder. Her slow circles around your clit releasing a smacking sound.

"holy fuck-"

"Take it" Abby says shoving her two fingers inside, your tight walls wrap around them. You feel yourself stretching, the pain is bearable but the feeling isn't. Your stomach begins to bubble, her pace quickens inside you.

"Oh my god daddy- I'm gonna cum"

"Hold it princess" Abby says.

You try and try, as hard as you can until you release, Abby's hand quickly pushes on your lower stomach. You release all over the bed, a solid stream of liquid. Before you could relax Abby straps up, slipping on the leather harness. Once again pouncing on you, kissing on your neck and sucking on your ears.

"jesus-" Was all you could make out until she shoves her fingers in your mouth gagging you, scooping some spit to use as lube. She strokes the cock, then slowly rubbing it up and down against your hot cunt.

The tip, then the mid section went in. She went in and out ensuring not to hurt you. Once the cock was in, she began sucking on your tits, leaving small purple and red marks on them. You moan in pleasure as she gets closer to your right ear once again.

"You're so hot when you're vulnerable for mommy" The girl says looking into your eyes, leaning in for a kiss. Meanwhile her stroking was getting faster, and faster. "Abby- babe please I'm gonna-" You don't get to finish, she covers your mouth.

"Shut up slut and let me do as I please" she speeds up once again.

You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, she lazily rubs your clit until finally pulling out. She plops next to you, staring deeply into your eyes.

"we're gonna have to shower again babe" Chuckling you look back at her, then down. Her pussy is dripping and red. You knew what you wanted to do.

You just had to figure out when.

#abby anderson x you #abby anderson #ellie and abby #ellie williams #joel miller #the last of us #the last of us fan fiction #the last of us fanfiction #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #abby x y/n #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby and lev #abby and ellie #zombie #post apocalyptic #bi switch #lesfic

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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how about some more love for Bacara? I think he deserves some love…

I could see him in some enemies to lovers setting, where he and the reader kind of hate each other but also have massive crushes on each other and at one point are forced to admit it (maybe due to some jealousy 👀)

do you think that is doable?

I Won't Say I'm In Love

Summary: Bacara is your neighbor, and you hate him, really. That's okay, because the feeling is totally mutual. Only not so much.

Pairing: Commander Bacara x F!reader

Word Count: 1551

Warnings: Bacara is an asshole. But so is the reader. Spicy at the end.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, I don't know if I would call this enemies to lovers so much as Two people who don't know how to communicate outside of being assholes to each other to lovers. But I hope you enjoy this!

Divider by Saradika

You’re glad the war is over. You are. No one will ever hear you say that you’re not thrilled that the war is over and that the Clones finally have all of the rights that they deserved as Republic citizens.

And you are thrilled about it. Ecstatic about it, even.

But Holy Hell, if Bacara doesn’t stop banging around his apartment at 3 AM, you’re going to end up in prison, because you’re going to kill him.

There’s a series of bangs against your wall, and you pull your pillow over your face. What’s he even doing over there? Building a whole new room?

Eventually you manage to fall asleep, but you spend every waking moment cursing Bacara.

And, when you leave your apartment the following morning, at the same time as Bacara, you shoot him a dirty look. “Have you considered,” You ask in your bitchiest tone, “Not banging on our shared wall at 3 in the morning.”

He glances at you, and then he smirks, “I considered it, and then I thought, ‘this is going to piss her off, so I definitely should do it’ and so I did.”

“You’re a prick.”

“Commander Prick, technically.” he drawls.

You roll your eyes and shove by him, bumping his shoulder with your own, as you head towards the lift. Bacara is hot on your heels, “I’m not a soldier, hotshot, I can call you whatever I want.” You jab the elevator call button, “You can take the stairs.”

“I could. But I’m not gonna.” Bacara steps into the lift as the doors open, and you scowl at him, but join him in the cramped space. Though you lean against the wall opposite of him, “Ooh, someone’s being especially bitchy this morning.”

“How is it that every time you open your mouth, my headache gets worse?”

He ignores your comment, “I know what the problem is-”

“Yeah, you keep me awake at all hours of the night.” You grumble.

“You need to get laid.”

Your jaw drops, and you feel your face burn with anger and embarrassment, “That is none of your business,” You snap, and then you turn and smack a button to get the elevator open on the next floor, “I’m going to take the stairs, jerk.”

He smirks at you obnoxiously, and you scoff as you step into the hallway and open the door for the stairs.

Needless to say, it’s not the best start of your day.

Luckily, the day does get better. One of your long term patients is able to go home, and you help a little boy take his first steps after getting prosthetics, and you’re almost able to forget Bacara’s insulting comment by the time lunch rolls around.

Almost.

And you’re beginning to think there’s something wrong with you, because Bacara’s a jerk. To everyone, but to you specifically, but you still have a massive crush on him. And it’s not even wholly physical, you could understand that. He is very attractive after all. No, you’re actually attracted to the fact that he’s able to trade barbs with you without getting tangled up in his own words.

Your day continues normally, and you’re almost in a good mood at the end of the work-day when you return home. And then you see a woman standing in front of Bacara’s door.

You shoot her a curious look as you step around her to get to your own apartment, but it’s really none of your concern what, or who, Bacara decides to do.

And then she speaks to you, “Excuse me,” She smiles nicely, “Do you know what time Bacara usually gets home?”

“Not really.” You reply as you key in your door code.

“Oh. It’s just that we have a date-”

You pause and your heart clenches with an emotion you know is jealousy. On one hand, you can tell her the truth, Bacara will probably be back within the hour. On the other hand, you can be a petty bitch sometimes.

You already know what’s going to win out before you even open your mouth. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to not be so loud at 3 am?”

“I…sorry?”

“The banging. Of the headboard against the wall.” You clarify. It wasn’t, it never is. You’d feel guilty about this if Bacara was literally anyone else.

The woman blinks and then she looks furious, “That wasn’t me!”

“Oh…” You avert your gaze, “Never mind me, then. Enjoy your date.”

The woman huffs out an annoyed breath, “There isn't going to be a date. Thank you for telling me that.” She smiles, or grimaces, at you and then stalks away.

Your gaze drifts to the ceiling, do you feel guilty about that? Maybe a little. But only because you hurt that lady, not because of anything you might have done to Bacara.

A small grin plays on your lips as you step into your apartment. Bacara is going to be irate.

45 minutes later, there’s a knock on your door.

You walk over and press the button to open the door, and see Bacara glaring down at you, “You’re a bitch.”

“Doctor Bitch, technically.” You snark.

He glowers at you, “What, exactly, did you say to her to make her cancel our date?”

“I asked her to keep you from banging on the wall at 3 in the morning.” You reply as you lean against the door frame and fold your arms over your chest, “I may have implied that you had a guest.”

A muscle clenches in his jaw, “I think I might actually hate you.”

“Poor thing. You’ll get over it.”

“Over hating you?”

“Over getting ditched. Mm, maybe you should be nicer to me. And I’ll be less likely to lie about you.” You say with a lazy shrug.

He stares at you for a moment longer, “Fuck it,” He finally says.

And then his hand is on the back of your neck, and his lips crash against yours, and you stumble back into your apartment. He blindly hits the door control, allowing the door to slide shut behind him, and then he spins the both of you around and he presses you firmly against the door without breaking the heated kiss.

Your fingers scramble for purchase against the hard plates of his plastoid armor, and you don’t even consider trying to push him away.

He breaks the kiss, almost panting for breath, and his lips move to your throat, where he roughly bites down, and a noise that’s half a moan and half a curse falls from your lips, pulling a dark laugh from him.

“You taste like caf,” You accuse breathlessly, as one of your hands tangles in his curls.

“Deal with it,” He grumbles against your throat, as he slots his knee between your legs, pinning you in place with his knee and his hips.

You huff and tug on his hair, pulling a pleasure filled groan from his lips, “Fuck you.” You mumble.

“That’s the plan, princess.” He says as his lips move to your neck, where he bites down again, “Gonna cover you in my marks,” Bacara growls against your shoulder, “Gonna make you scream my name. Maybe then you’ll behave better.”

“If I behaved better,” You point out, “Then we wouldn’t be in this position.”

He glances up at you, and then his lips are on yours again, “Stop talking,” Bacara orders as he lifts you as though you weigh nothing, and you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, the plastoid plates of his armor bite into your skin in a way that makes you shiver.

“Are you going to take your armor off?”

“Eventually,” He replies against your lips, before catching them in another deep kiss.

You fist both of your hands in his hair and drag your nails against his scalp, something he seems to enjoy based on the way his hips jerk against yours. You make a mental note for later, and you pull back from the kiss just enough that you’re able to speak, “Take off your armor, hotshot.”

He groans, “Bossy.” He accuses, “Fuck, I hate you. I love you. Why are you so fucking confusing?”

You laugh against his lips, and then you kiss him deeply, your tongue teasingly tracing his lower lip. And then you pull away, “Bacara,” You coo his name and are rewarded with his pupils blowing wide with arousal, “Take off your armor.”

Bacara swallows hard, and his grip on your hips tightens, “Yes ma’am,” He breathes out. “Say my name again.”

You smile at him, and press a kiss just under his eye, “Bacara,” his name slips from your lips in a breathy whisper, and with each kiss, you repeat his name. Over, and over, and over-

And then he drops you on your bed, and you yelp in surprise.

Bacara keeps his gaze on you as he swiftly strips his armor off. The last piece of armor hits the floor in well under a minute, and then he’s back on top of you, pushing you down to the bed under you.

His hands are everywhere, but so are yours, and neither of you have any intention of stopping before you go too far. Everything else can be dealt with in the morning.

#star wars #tcw #commander bacara x reader #bacara x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks #spicy fic

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detaia · 9 months

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mentopolis ep 2 highlights:

1. The Fix with his animal facts is sheer poetry. "I don't think you're the tail of a swallowtail butterfly. I think you're the butterfly"?? holy shit?? thats so sweet and poetic and beautiful??

and everyone goin "aww" at everything The Fix does he's so beloved and its only ep 2 like Brennan said there's nothing fans of play love more than a murderer. ughh The Fix using his Protector and Loyalty features to help Conrad 🥺🥺 what a perfect character I love them

ALSO. "Did you know that more than half the bones in your body are in your hands and feet?" and "Whenever someone says I'm going to break every bone in your body I think thats ridiculous! It'd be way too much work! But I could break half the bones in your body"

2. Mike Trapp committing 1000% to being a student and farming so much moxie only to spend seven just to freak a guy out. his fuckin "I. am. a. STUDENT" fuckin killed me

3. Also so many moments in this ep where Brennan just fully exits standard play just to talk about how much he loves what his players are doing. Like when Conrad goes to hug Justin in combat and Brennan's like aww that's so sweet take a moxie. Or when Brennan comments on how Hank's facts are genuinely nightmarish and in Adventuring Party him saying that breaking his own fingers and going "just kill me man" was how he Brennan would react in that situation.

4. Conrad's "So...how long you've been fixing?". And the. the whole scene in Nostalgia's. Conrad's coffee grounds. Anastatia's room temp vodka. Hunch's the experience of a root beer float for the first time. Imelda and Novelty. Dan Fucks asking for pancake syrup. and The Fix just wanting a calzone. absolutely perfect.

5. the way they did the reveal with the giant screens ahsidifjfifi so cool

6. Hunch at the start IDing the goons by tasting their blood Mike Trapp everyone

7. Gods the whole thing with Wilton and Dan Fucks and the balls and Dan Fucks being like "keep it up one day it'll happen. I love you brother" and Freddie hearing blunt force trauma to the head and being like "Wilton you gotta get down to the balls ASAP"

8. udhhdjsjsgklgk the wordbuilding in Conrad's home with the memories and The Fix being challenged by memories and feelings that come from a place of conscience cos by design shame and guilt and memories when we didn't do right by others or ourselves are not pleasant. They force us to confront our behaviour and the consequences of our actions and it's not gonna be pleasant. but it COULD be. In the same way that conscience can make us feel bad when we don't follow it, it can also feel good to so the right thing despite how difficult it is and the idea that for Elias Hodge his conscience is a lil street urchin and their idea of a banner day would be if Elias held a door for an old lady.

9. Hank saying The Fix doesn't think the job of the mind is to control itself and Brennan's mind exploding and being like "this season's good for me in a lot of ways" eheheheheh crunchy

10. The Fix running his thumb along the ice skates and thinking of Ichabod a kid in the home for wayward interests that isn't there anymore wahh 🥺

11. awawaughh Conrad telling the story of how Elias stood up for his lil sis and got cut up by some bullies using the skates...and that's why Conrad keeps them and that's why he doesn't deserved to be listened to....and The Fix going "I think its time to unlearn that lesson" with somber sincerity and Conrad shaken to his core the captions say "(thoroughly impacted) Okay." as Conrad reacts ajdididjjd. The Brennan commenting about how they talked about balls so much this season and he legitimately almost wept then AJJAKAKSKSKDNBFJD

#d20 #mentopolis #mentopolis spoilers

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love-toxin · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking about bimbo!steve. Such a good boy. Especially imagining him in the fruity four. He’d been so needy all day, wanting to help out with the housework even when it wasn’t his turn, tugging on your clothes as he asked for a bit of attention, even when you were talking to Robin or Eddie, and then cuddling with you on the couch, just hiding his whole face away into your neck and whining. You knew that whine. “Hey. Does my baby need some time together?” You ask, feeling Steve stiffen beside you in two ways, before nodding into your shoulder.

You lead him upstairs, making sure to hold his warm hand, and press him gently into the mattress. Getting on top and riding him, so your poor boy didn’t have to do any work. “Poor baby. Been needing me all day huh? I’m sorry I didn’t give you attention earlier, it’s okay.” Shushing him as you don’t move, you just cockwarm him for a little while, knowing he needed it. Especially as he thanks you while gripping onto your hips for dear life.

Eddie comes into your room and even Nancy, and you say “babes, our big strong guy here needed some help relaxing” and Steve melts as Eddie and Nancy don’t tease, but both soothe him, shushing his little whimpers when your hips twitch, stroking back his hair from his flushed face, giving loving pecks all to him as they remind him how good their ‘Stevie’ is and how he deserves a little treat, even Robin calls up saying she has water and Steve’s favourite snack ready for him later.

And with that you tell Steve whatever he says, you two will do. Except you dont get any verbal commands, you know Steve’s a bit too tired for it, he just wants to be ridden, he wants to not have to ask permission to stuff his face between your soft breasts, to be able to cum as soon as he needs, and have you milk it out of him. And so so importantly, to be able to make you cum, and moan his name as he watches that wave of pleasure overcome you. To make you feel so good, be use of him :’)

His favourite is when you fall against his chest, cuddling him, but his cock still twitching inside you. Plugging you with his cum, so just maybe it takes. Until he gets too sensitive, which you’re always the best at picking up on, and you stroke his hair and pull those big muscles around you as you feed him water and kiss away those tears of pleasure as you tell him just how good he is

I NEED THIS!!!! HOLY LORD!!!

(cws: fruity four, bimbo!steve, f!angelface, riding, unprotected sex, praise kink, rimming [m/m])

good god. the image of sweet Stevie just being needy alone is so delicious--when he goes to work, he's the average Steve that everyone knows and loves. he's a protector and a big brother and responsible, he's someone everybody can rely on and he works so hard because inside, he wants people to praise him and acknowledge that he's a strong person. if he's never gonna be the brightest, then he wants to be known and valued as someone who never gives up.

but many times, when he's in the safety of his home and he's with the people he loves, he relinquishes that side of him in favour of being completely at ease. he's kinda afraid that his friends will make fun of him for being dumb, even if it's not malicious, so he reserves it all until he's in a place where he knows that everyone knows his boundaries. weekends like this are a good time for him to get into that little headspace he has, when he can spend the day pattering after you and tugging on you for your attention. cause it makes him feel warm, and safe.

but there's that other effect you also have on him. the one that makes his tummy all fluttery and his cheeks flush red as he starts to sweat, when he noses into your shoulder as you sit on the couch together until you smile and take him upstairs to the bedroom. honestly, he's so worn out from the week he's left behind him, the weight sinks down on his body as soon as his back hits the mattress, and all he can do is whine as you strip his clothes off him and peel his boxers down to get a look at that pretty, flushed cock that's just straining for some more attention.

he doesn't have to say anything, and that's what he loves about you. you just climb on up and drop your comfy shorts off the side of the bed, pull Eddie's baggy Metallica shirt up and over your head, and ease yourself down on his cock with nothing separating you anymore--you know what he needs, and you're so gentle to ease him in, just letting him sit inside you all warm and sweet and kiss all over his face until he whimpers and you feel him twitching inside you, and then you finally start fucking him so good his brain just melts. swirling your hips and touching yourself as you ride him, moaning and whispering his name when you dip down so he knows that he's the one doing this to you. you don't even notice the door opening for Eddie and Nancy to slip in, too wrapped up in reminding Stevie that he's such a good boy, making such a pretty face, gonna make me cum big boy, as you're cresting over your first release and soaking his lap with arousal as you shake and grip his thighs behind you with a tremoring string of gasps.

but when they do make themselves known, they just want to pitch in. he's soon got both of them curled up on either side, warming his body and crooning such sweet praises into his ears for his mind to go numb, all while stroking his chest and his arms and letting him just ride out those waves of pleasure with no restraint. when you finally lift yourself off and you think he's as done as you are, he only takes about ten minutes to rest, though, before he's needy again. pawing at your other two partners who are all worked up themselves from watching, turning his head for kisses and letting all three of you see him growing rock hard again in the open air, like he wasn't just ridden so much he's left you full and leaking with his cum. you would offer to keep going but you're so tired, and Eddie guides you to take his spot in the crook of Steve's arm as he and Nancy get up and strip each other down.

from there, it's obvious that this night is gonna be Steve's. Eddie lifts his knees up and bends them to keep them steady as his head disappears between his thighs, and your sweet boyfriend's hips are already jerking at the feel of Eddie's tongue as Nancy sits herself right where you were, and giggles softly at how she can feel how warm and wet you left him for her to share. it's so much easier to slide down on his cock when he's so slick already, and yet his balls still feel so full squished against Eddie's face as he teases his rim into submitting to his fingers. it's just gonna be a long, slow, fun night for your Stevie--even though he's destined to last much longer than all three of you combined.

#fruity four #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #bimbo!steve harrington #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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sl-newsie · 3 months

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Teach Me To Love Hate You (Race x Fem Jet OC, enemies to lovers)

Here I am to request again! (*insert evil laugh*) So Race is doing so bad in school that he has to get a tutor. The problem is he gets stuck with this posh Jet girl and they absolutely hate each other. Tutoring is a mess. But one night when Race goes out to play cards against the Jets he’s playing against her, but she’s all dressed up! Turns out she’s a card shark, and wins by flirting with her opponent to get in their head. Her strategy works, and by the end of the night they're practically dating.

Davey’s POV

“Another F, Mr. Higgins.”

Our math teacher, Mr. Johnson, hands the man sitting in front of me his test. No surprise that Race failed considering he spends all his time goofing off. I’ll admit since I’ve met Jack and his gang I myself have relaxed a bit but not too much to have my perfect grades drop.

“Very impressive, Mr. Jacobs.”

I’m handed my own test, which I passed with flying colors. The bell rings and signals for us to head home.

“Go ahead, Davey,” Race groans. “Rub your perfect score in my face. I hate school!”

I gather my things and sling my bag over my shoulder. “I know book smarts aren’t your thing. Um, have you maybe considered being tutored?”

Race huffs and pulls out his cigar to stick in his mouth. “No way! I’ll keep my own perfect score of failing before I team up with one-a those bookworms-”

“Well that’s too bad, Mr. Higgins.” Mr Johnson approaches us. “Your failing grades have led the school to force me to assign you a tutor. You are to stay after school every weekday until 5. You will continue this until your grades improve.” The teacher gestures to the door. “Your tutor is waiting for you in room 215.”

I can’t believe it. Neither can Race.

“Are you serious? God, outta all things…”

The flustered student gets up and struts out of the room, causing me to rush after him.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad? It’s only-”

“Dave, of course it’s gonna be bad! I’ll barely miss the card tournaments at 6!” We reach the end of the hall where room 215 is. “I’m gonna be locked up with some ugly stiff trying to teach the unteachable-!”

“You must be Anthony Higgins,” a woman’s voice speaks as the classroom door opens.

Race rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that’s- Holy Jesus!”

Amanda’s POV

This is what I get? This is what I get for keeping good grades? Being forced to tutor someone? Mrs. Smith informed me this morning that I’ve been assigned to tutor someone all because I’m one of the top students. I don’t even go to Manhattan High! I’m only here for the math class! Sadly West Side High doesn’t have any higher up math classes, so I have to commute to ‘Hattan.

I take a deep breath as I wait in the empty classroom. Just get through it one day at a time. The sooner you help him improve the sooner this headache will be over. The sound of approaching chatter alerts me to the door. Putting on a perky face, I walk over and open it. Outside I recognize Davey from math club, and the other must be the student I’m supposed to meet.

“You must be Anthony Higgins.”

The man in question rolls his eyes and turns to me. “Yeah, that’s- Holy Jesus!” His jaw drops and I swear he’s having a stroke.

Davey waves a hand in front of him. “Um, Race? You ok?”

The blonde boy nods slowly, still gaping at me. I feel my patience slipping. Ugh. I am not staying after school to be ogled!

I grip the man’s shirt and drag him inside. “Thanks for dropping him off, David. I’ve got my work cut out. See you tomorrow!”

“Bye, Amanda!” The kind Jacobs man waves and shuts the door.

Race is still quiet. I steer him to a chair and push him down to sit. “Listen up, Higgins. We both don’t wanna be here. So let me make this perfectly clear: pay attention and smarten up!”

Higgins shakes himself awake and gets a lopsided grin. “Well hello, doll. Y’know friends call me Race-”

“I’m not your friend. I’m your tutor.”

My firm tone turns Race’s grin to a scowl. “Don’t remind me. I don’t think I’ve met you. I’dve remembered your lovely attitude.”

I stiffly take out some worksheets and slap them on the desk. “You’ve got some nerve, Higgins. I’m from West Side High.”

He snickers. “Ah, one-a Lorton’s gals. That’s where the attitude comes from!”

I roll my eyes. “Riff’s just a good friend. That also means that you shouldn’t try anything, understand? Just do these worksheets and we can be done for today. My whole life doesn’t revolve around school, and unlike you I actually have plans that don’t involve goofing off.”

“Well,” Race says cockily. “Since neither of us wanna suffer through this, whaddya say you lets me go early?”

That little-! That’s it. No more playing nice. I stiffly walk over to the door and lock it. It’s against school policy but I don’t care at this point. This cheeky moron is not gonna pin me for some softie!

“Hey! Why’d you-?”

I steer Race back into his seat with a firm hold. “Worksheets. Now! Before I really give you something to stress over!”

He’s shaken but still tries to keep confident. “Like what? The heartthrob you’s give’n me?”

“Like a black eye, dumbass! Now get to work!”

Race’s POV

God must have a sense-a humor ‘cause that tutor session felt like it took fifty years! It don’t help that my tutor is a stuck-up goody-goody. Jeez, for a moment I thought she was cute. I didn’t even get her name.

“Ey, Racer. Ya with us?” Jack asks.

“Um- Yeah. Just think’n,” I mudda as we enter the Jets’ hideout.

“You? Thinking?” Albert laughs. “Never thought I’d see the day! What’s got you so worked up?”

“He has to be tutored now,” Davey explains from behind.

I roll my eyes. “Gee, thanks Davey! Why not announce my failure to the whole woild, why dontcha?”

“Don’t feel too bad, Race,” Crutchy tries to comfort me. “It took me a while to understand math too.”

“What I don’t get is how are ya so bad at math when ya count cards like a madman?” Spot grunts. “You’s bedda not get us kicked out.”

This week’s card tournament is be’n held in the West Side. I ain’t too noivous ‘cause Riff’s always too busy boast’n ‘bout his new construction job to play the game. That and Baby John’s poker face ain’t worth dirt. I can see through him like glass. So far the turn up looks pretty bland. Maybe folks is get’n tired-a losing? Where’s the competition?

“Evening gents,” Riff greets us as we gather ‘round the table. “We’s just wait’n on a few more players, then we’ll start.”

“Is Bernardo coming?” Davey asks.

The Jet leader smirks. “Wouldn't you wanna know, Mouth? Expecting Liliana to show?”

David blushes and looks away. Sure, he gets a pretty goil tonight. Of all people I expected Davey Jacobs to be the last guy to find a date.

“What about Mouthpiece?” I ask. “Can’t a guy see his own brodda?”

Riff shakes his head. “Bernardo called to say he can’t make it either. Only Baby John and Amanda are left to show.”

“Besides, one Higgins is enough to handle,” Jack groans. “We don’t need the matching pair.”

I’d hoid of Baby John before but the odda name ain’t familiar. With my luck it’ll be some ditzy dame who don’t know a spade from a shovel-

“Well well, hello again, mister Higgins.”

Amanda’s POV

“Are you kidding me?” I gape as I peer through the window.

“What’s wrong?” Baby John asks from behind.

“Race is here, that’s what! That ding-dong plays cards here?”

“Actually he ain’t no ding-dong,” Baby John points out. “Race is one-a the best players in New York.”

I snort. “If he’s so smart, why do I gotta be forced to teach him basic algebra?” Perhaps that’s a question no one can answer. “Don’t matter. He’ll bend either way.”

“Gonna lay on the shark charm?” John questions with an arched brow.

“Ya bet.” I don’t always play by the rules. My secret is that after school I play tournaments as a card shark by flirting with players. Some frown at it but I’m proud of my acting skills. Plus any little money I can make goes towards helping my parents.

Baby John goes ahead and sits next to Riff at the table while I stand behind Race.

“Well well, hello again, mister Higgins.”

The man’s head jerks up and he spins around to look at me with surprised eyes. It’s as if he can’t decide that I’m real. He looks between me and Riff with a stunned expression.

“Amanda, I see you know Race,” the Jet assumes.

My lips press into a firm line. “Yeah. Through tutoring. Now since we’s not at school can we actually have fun and play some cards?”

The oddas just shrug and begin to assemble the deck, while Race looks at me like he just won the lottery.

“Amanda, is it? Golly, I’ve never pinned you for a card gal!”

“There’s many things you’d be surprised by,” I say in a sultry voice. My suave charm automatically draws Race in and I see him starting to lose his senses.

“Th- That’s some getup you’ve got on, sweetheart,” he mumbles.

His compliment is refreshing. Usually guys just eat my appearance right up with no thought-a be’n nice. Tonight’s outfit is a polka dot cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline paired with simple red heels. I may be a card shark but I still got my dignity.

“Thank you,” I say whole-heartedly, but then regain my attitude. “I was starting to think ya couldn’t use that mouth for anything odda than back-sassing. Ready to lose?”

Race stares for a second then turns back to start gathering his delt hand. I decide to sit next to him for a better shot of distracting him. If I can get the oh-so-great Racetrack Higgins to falter at cards then I’ll have really set a record. Tonight’s game is Hearts and fortunately my hand is halfway decent. Lotta high cards plus the queen-a spades. Just enough to turn the tables and give everyone 26 points.

“You’ve been taking a lotta hearts,” Race says after a while, then says in a lower tone: “Wanna bet that you’d steal mine as well?”

Ha! He’s trying to play a card shark at her own game! This is too funny.

I pull on my best flirting smile and bat my eyelashes. “You tell me, handsome.”

That did it. Race’s face goes beet red and he goes back to staring at his cards. A few more hands go by and I continue to keep the lead. Luckily the oddas are too consumed by conversation to notice, all except Race. But for good measure to keep him distracted I slide my leg over to brush against his. This gets him shaking and all but hot and bothered. It’s working, but then why does a part-a me feel guilty? It ain’t a question that Race is a jerk sometimes but he’s still kinda handsome- No. I have a job to do. There's no holding back.

“Last hand. Who’s got the queen?” Davey asks as we all turn in our final card.

My smirk outshines all their oblivious faces. “I do!”

Jack chuckles. “You lose, Amanda.”

“Actually…” I fan out all the hearts I’ve collected. “I win!”

Everyone takes a double-take and groans. Another victory!

“Alright, you know the rules,” Riff grunts. “Pay up.”

The guys grudgingly take out their contribution and toss it onto the table. Maybe now I can afford to buy mom some good kitchen knives.

“Good job, Amanda.” Leave it to Crutchy to be the pro at sportsmanship. “You’re almost better than Race!”

“He’s right,” Spot agrees. “Hear that, Higgins? Ya got competition!”

The man in question has a stern look on his face. Instead-a answering he abruptly gets up and sulks down the hall to the bathroom. Sore loser. Can’t he take one defeat without holding a grudge?

“We’s gonna head back,” Jack calls. “Send Race over once he’s done.”

The ‘Hattan fellas make their way out, leaving me with Spot ‘nd the Jets. Soon enough they too walk out and leave me alone to count up my winnings. After a few moments I hear footsteps and turn to see Race fuming with what looks like anger.

“You got spunk, sweetheart,” he remarks slyly. “Not many dames can get into my head the way you do.” All of a sudden he struts forward and leans me back to lay against the table. “Almost makes me wanna soak ya for that, but then that’d be wasting that pretty face-a yours.”

How is he so strong? Also why are his eyes suddenly quite catching-? Ugh! Get a grip, Amanda! Just take the money and go.

“You’re lucky Riff ain’t here right now,” I growl. “Oddawise you’d be talking through a mouth with no teeth for saying that.”

Race scoffs. “You batted your eyes at me, sweetheart. What’s your angle?”

“It’s part of the game! Jeez Higgins, you’re so used to card tournaments I thought you’d already know what a card shark is!”

“So instead of being one-a Bernardo’s sharks, you’re an actual shark?” Race dramatically clutches his chest. “That hurts. That hurts deep, sweetheart.”

I hiss in frustration. “Stop calling me that!”

“Why? ‘Cause every odda bum ya flirt with calls you that? Just how many guys have ya swindled to give you cash?”

In a fleeting moment of anger I slap Race across the face. “I ain’t your usual lady of the night, Higgins! For your information, every cent I earn through card games goes to my folks! Unlike you I use my skills to help people instead of boasting ‘bout it like a spoiled brat!”

Race blanks for a second but is still angry. “Boasting? I ain’t the one boasting, sweetheart. I’ll admit my skills is good but it’s Jack ‘nd the oddas that boast ‘bout it!”

“Then why do you suck at math?” I jab.

“Maybe it’s the same reason why a clean-cut goil like you is a card shark,” Race replies. “I gots bedda things to do.”

“That don’t mean ya should throw your education in the trash!” I argue.

“I ain’t as smart as you, sweetheart. I know when to admit I’m no good.”

Race suddenly gets a saddened look and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel bad. It ain’t his fault he’s not book smart but that don’t mean he’s useless.

“You still don’t get it, Higgins. Life’s more than just academics. But you still gotta put up with the tough stuff.” I loosen up a little and put a hand on his shoulder. “If you’re willing to cooperate, I could still tutor ya.”

Race laughs. “Ha! That’s a good one, sweetheart. Going soft on me?”

That son of a-! “Alright, fine! Go and fail math for all I care!” I lean forward and shove him against the wall. “To think I actually felt sorry for you, you snarky, hot, cocky-!”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Race’s face lights up. “Lay that on me again?”

“I was an idiot to think you’re a decent human being-! Ah!”

The blue-eyed man tilts over and plants a kiss on my lips. In my shocked state I don’t know whether to pound him or kiss him back. The gesture melts away my anger in pure ecstasy. God, what’s this guy doing to me?!

“You think I’m hot, sweetheart?” Race gets a cheeky smile. “Can’t say I ain’t flattered. You’s a scrumptious catch too.”

My face twitches as I try to form a rebuttal. “I- I… I-!”

“Well, whaddya know! I got the card shark speechless!” Race softly places his own hand on my shoulder. “I say we’d make a great pair, hm? Before we kill each odda, whaddya say to a milkshake at Doc’s?”

He’s got me hook, line, and sinker. As a card shark I’m not supposed to fall for anyone I play- where did I go wrong? Race is a pain! Yet still kinda cute… Ugh! Why does luv gotta be so complicated?!

“I- I ain’t good with luv, Race,” I mutter. “The only hearts I’ve been dealt with are cards. I ain’t a normal date.”

No matter how hard I wanna look away, Race’s eyes still capture me in a helpless trance. I’ve been disassembled from a cunning card shark into a pathetic mess. All I can do is stare as the man runs a hand softly across my cheek and looks down at me with kind eyes; a completely opposite demeanor than 10 minutes ago.

“I don’t want a normal date, Amanda. A normal date picks at my habits and says I gots a gambling problem.” Race bumps his nose on mine. “You wouldn’t say that, wouldya?”

My breath hitches. “No, you- you’re amazing at cards. Anybody who says oddawise is a joker.”

Now Race’s face is mere inches from mine. “Still up for a date?”

A sassy grin spreads on my lips. “Think ya can handle me, Higgins? I am still your tutor, after all.”

He rolls his eyes. “Just lemme kiss you, ya mouthy tutor.”

And I do. Over and over and over, Race kisses up and down. All talk-a math and school drips away and I give in to this new-found feeling.

“Never thought I’d fall for a bookworm,” Race mumbles between kisses.

I lightly smack his shoulder. “Remember this ‘bookworm’ just schooled you in Hearts, Higgins. You lost, remember?”

Race chuckles. “Yeah. Lost my own heart to you too, sweetheart.”

Tonight really was a successful game after all.

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landosgirl97 · 1 year

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Take Care of You- Chase Stokes

Chase walked in to your apartment overjoyed to have time off for the holidays from filming and spending it with you and your daughter. “Babe?” Chase yelled. “Babe!” Still no answer. He made his way to your shared bedroom and found you under multiple blankets and shivering. He also noticed the many Kleenex’s littering the bed and floor, and the medication bottle and box of tissues on the nightstand. The baby was asleep in the crib in the room next to yours so he came to check on you first. “Baby?” He asked, shaking you awake. You groan in response. “Baby.” Chase said. “Yeah. I’m up. Is she crying?” He could tell your nose was red and your voice was scratchy. “No. Have you taken your temperature? You’re sweating.” “ How? It’s freezing in here!” You reply. Chase grabbed the thermometer out of the bedside table drawer and put it in your mouth. He went to go get a warm wash cloth to wash your face when he heard it beep. “Holy shit babe. You really are sick.” He said, knowing that you haven’t had a fever in years. “What is it?” You mumble. “101.4. I’m going to call your mom to take the baby so I can take care of you.” You just nodded and fell back asleep.

Chase woke you up later with hot tea and massage oil. “Roll onto your stomach and let me give you a massage. Then you can drink your tea.” Without a word, you rolled out of the fetal position onto your stomach. Chase warmed the oil between his hands and massaged you sore muscles in your back and shoulders. When you started to have a coughing fit he sat you up so you could breathe again. “Thank you.” You mumbled. He handed you the mug of tea. “Can you make me a sandwich?” You asked him meekly. “Of course baby. I’ll be back.”

You curled back up in bed and groaned. You whole body ached and you felt absolutely horrible. Chase returned with your sandwich and medicine for you. “ Eat and take this. I’ll get our movie started.” You took the medicine with the tea he had brought you before. But not before having another coughing fit. Chase was immediately at your side. Rubbing your back and placing kisses on your face once you had calmed down. He had started your favorite movie and crawled into bed with you. You curled yourself into his side and her ran his fingers through your hair and occasionally handed you tissues. He laid in bed with you all day and took care of you.

You woke up a few hours later really hurting and feeling even worse than you did. When Chase felt you move and heard you groan, he woke from his light sleep. “You ok?” he asked. “I hurt. Everywhere. I just hate feeling like this.” You let a tear slip out of your eye and down your face. “How about we check your temperature again and then run you a bath.” He went to run your bath water and you followed him into the bathroom with the thermometer in your mouth. The thermometer beeped and Chase checked it. “Okay, not as bad as before. But let’s take a bath.” He stripped both of you down and got in the bathtub. You got in after him and sat between his spread legs. Chase rubbed your shoulders and ran his hands through your hair. “It’s gonna be okay baby. We’ll just spend Thanksgiving break at home instead of going out. I’ll call everyone and tell them and we can always join via Facetime.” “But we’ll miss friendsgiving with the cast! And I won’t get to see your parents!” you said. “They will all understand. And maybe tomorrow you’ll be feeling better. Let’s just go day to day. Okay?” he said. You sigh. “Okay. I love you.” “I love you too babe.”

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avatarmerida · 9 months

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Idk if I’ve said this already but I don’t care cuz I’ll say it a thousand times but Peace by Taylor Swift is such a Hunter/Huntlow song it makes me scream

Our coming-of-age has come and gone

Suddenly the summer, it's clear

I never had the courage of my convictions

As long as danger is near

And it's just around the corner, darling

'Cause it lives in me

No, I could never give you peace

Like literally??? They spent a summer in the human realm and he felt in the back of his mind that his past/danger was coming for him. Like he harbored such fear that him being a grim walker and being linked to Belos was something he could never shake or live down.

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm

If your cascade ocean wave blues come

All these people think love's for show

But I would die for you in secret

The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Then he starts to like who he is and realize who he is outside the lies and rules and society he was trapped in. He knows who he is but he can’t change what he is, he know he loves his friends and would genuinely do anything for them but he still doesn’t feel like it’s enough compared to the things about himself he can’t change. He still feels even knowing they care about him that if they knew the truth that would stop and he wouldn’t blame them.

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, with you in the trenches

Like holy crap I need a moment. They’ve done this. Flyer derby to battling a homunculus.

Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother. Is it enough?

This is the line that gets me every time like I imagine him and Willow just sitting in the same room reading and being comfortable and enjoying each other’s presence. Like he doesn’t need an excuse or resin to justify being near her, she just likes spending time with him no matter how small. And the brother line is so Gus coded I wanna cry

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west

I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best

But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

He knows what’s waiting for him back home at the end of the day. That outside this group, people might not care about him enough or try to understand him to let him stay happy when they return. He has a past that expands without him contributing. Plus I just think of Gus saying how he’s been smiling more in the human realm and then the rain imagery when they arrived in the rain? Like our boy has gone through so much and he still puts everyone else first. He gives everything to the people he loves but he feels so unworthy of their love but he still tries to be worthy of it .

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#hubter toh #toh #the owl house #huntlow #Taylor swift

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jennyandvastraflint · 6 months

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Xena Reactions S1Ep1

Ohhh, don’t wanna fight anymore?

Bahhhh, men.

GABRIELLE <3

Hehe Xena intervening immediately (gay) and beating up a guy

EPIC stunts

SWORD and circle thingy?

"Tell him Xena says hello" sexy

Bewbs

"the passion" Xena approaches a woman. Gayyy

Gabrielle asks soooo many questions XD Love her

Ahhh, she’s actually engaged but wants to run away with Xena. GAYYY

SHE'S TOTALLY NOT FLIRTING XDDD

"You don't wanna make me mad, now do you?" 😂

PUT ON SOME CLOTHES, MAN.

Xenaaa

Are Draco and Xena siblings? They have sibling energy

"in love?" no, wrong. Xena is the lesbian warrior princess. Heavy on the lesbianism

GABRIELLE SNEAKSY... And she bumps into something. Clumsy

"But I don't love him" LESBIAN.

Gabrielle's hairstyle is cuuuute

Horses are so stupid… XD

Ohhh, Cyclops! He’s been blinded (Odysseus be like)

"You should find a different line of work" XDDDD

Awww, Gabrielle is so cuuute

Oop, cage

"I've been tracking her to kill her" Haaaah, "she'd never let a man get close to her" heh

I feel we're bonded in our hate for this she-demon 😊

I loooove Gabrielle. Can I marry her actually.

HEHE, CUT OFF BLOOD FLOW

HAH, Gabrielle just lying down on the street shdhdhdh

"He's very rich" Liaaaaarrrrr

"I knew Oedipus" 😂

Gabrielle has SUPER social skills so far

Mother???? Mother draws the sword

Awww, she’s made mistakes in the past

"But I'm gonna spend the rest of my life trying" awww

Noooo :( Poor Xena

"What, is one woman too much for you?"

GABRIELLE YAYYYY

Ha, I love Gabrielle

She just saves Xena on her first day

"I could probably get up there behind you"

Lesbians running away together

Brother deid?

Is your path with Gabrielle? As it should. Lesbianism is the way.

"It's hard to be alone" "You're not alone" lesbian smiles THAT'S GAY ACTIVITY MA'AMS

Blergh. Draco.

"Hello, Draco." hehe

"You said one way or the other. It's the other."

HAH, STABS THE GUY IN THE NUTS

Boah, holy shit, Xena

She’s so epic

COME ON XENA WALK ON ME - lesbians everywhere

Draco on the floor hehehe

Please add that he isn't allowed to kill anyone...

Talk with Momaaa

Xena cooks

Gabrielle helloooo :D

"I won't stay home" Hehe

YOU CAN SLEEP OVER THERE LESBIANS. Friends. After a day. Lesbian speed.

#I've translated them now #v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

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lukeevangelista · 1 year

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are you sure? - tyson jost

the trade made me sad and i never wrote anything sooo here we are

He’s been on another team since I wrote this——>>>>>> this takes place when he was traded to minny bc I’ve had this since he was traded to minny.

I’m gonna do another with him being claimed by BUF eventually.

now i know they boys were on the road when he was traded but this is fiction.

i don’t think there’s any warnings other than sadness.

i did tag colorado since he was an av AND there are other avs players included in this.

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“are you sure you want to go with me?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around your body.

you just had gotten the news that he was going to be traded. you just didn’t know where he was going yet.

tyson had warned you that they were trying to move him, mainly because he didn’t want you finding out in social media before he could say something.

you had seen the rumors already.

and he knew it.

a couple of months ago, you had asked him and he didn’t know anything at the time. and then it all died down. but the last couple of days, it had started swirling again.

with you having social media comes the consequences of dating a profession athlete and you knew this was good possibility it could happen. tyson had warned you early in your relationship that he could be shipped off so fast without any reason.

��tyson,” you said, running your hands across his chest to his shoulders, “anywhere you are is where i want to be too.”

“good, because they’re calling.” he sighed as he looked towards the table, seeing his phone light up with joe sakic’s name. you stepped out of his arms, allowing him to answer the phone, his face falling shorty after he answered.

“yeah, i understand.” he whispered, a tear slipping out of his eyes, “thanks for everything.”

your hand flew to your mouth as you watched him hang up the phone, his hands going straight to his hair as he tugged.

“minnesota.” he said as he went to wrap his arms around you, “i’m leaving tonight.” he said, burying his face in your hair, “i don’t want to go.” he whispered, his arms tightening.

“i know you don’t, but imagine all the new people you’re going to meet. you’re going to do great up there.” you whispered back, tears starting to run down your face.

“why are you crying?” he sniffled.

“because you are.” you replied, as you wiped another tear away off of his face.

tyson let out a laugh, “i don’t want to go without you.”

“you won’t have to.” you stated, “let me take care of loose ends here and i’ll be up there by the end of the week.” you said, placing a kiss to his lips, “but for now, lets spend some time together and i’ll help you get packed up.” you offered, him nodding as he guided you to the couch,

“i’m going to miss everything here.” he murmured out, “especially the boys..” he continued, “and our house.. oh god.. our house.” he groaned, “we literally just bought this!!”

“babe, its okay. great get away home.” you joked as you nudged him in the ribs, trying to make a joke, “stop overthinking it. you’re going to do great up there and you’re going to love it all.”

fortunately for you, you were actually born and raised in st. paul, so really, this trade kinda made you excited to get to return to your home.

“dad has already texted and said you can stay with them until you find a place.” you stated, tyson nodding as you could see the sense of relief of not having to find a place to live on such short notice.

“thank god. because rooming with your dad is so what i want,” he joked, “but no, seriously thank him. he made this a little easier.”

“already did babe.”

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it had been a couple of hours since the trade was told to tyson before you heard pounding on your front door.

“holy shit, shut up!” you shouted as you walked towards the door. you swung it open, ready to chew out who had woken you up. luckily, tyson slept through it.

“where is he?” gabe asked as he shoved past you, a couple other following him.

“gee, hello to you too gabe. i’m doing great! thanks for asking.” you grumbled as you shut the front door, locking it.

“quit talking to yourself like a crazy person and answer his question.” erik replied causing you to throw him the bird.

“he’s asleep. he’s taking it hard.” you said as you leaned across the counter, “hang out here for a bit, he should wake up in a little bit.” you turned away, grabbing some waters out of the fridge, passing them out to the tall men in your kitchen.

“are you going with him?” jt asked, a frown lacing his lips.

you nodded as you took a sip of your water, “he warned me minutes before the call was complete.” you sighed, “he asked if i wanted to go or what i wanted to do. he wanted to make it work between us either way. I’ve got some stuff to take care of here, but then im going up with him. he’s not making this transition alone. not on my watch.”

“god i’m so lucky to have you.” you could hear tyson mumble behind you as his bare feet patted against the hard wood floor, his arms going around your waist as he looked over your shoulder, “i’m assuming you guys heard?”

“yep.” gabe responded, the other guys nodding along, “i’m not happy josty.”

“me either landy, me either.”

“when do you leave?” cale asked.

“tonight.” he sighed.

“tonight?! that’s barely enough time to do anything!” nathan spoke up.

“doing what i’m told.” tyson shrugged as he took a sip of your water, “speaking of which, need to get to packing, so if you’ll excuse me..” he muttered.

it didn’t take tyson long to pack what he needed and by the time he walked out, the rest of the team was already in your living room and standing around the kitchen.

“what’s this?” he laughed as he looked around, you meeting him at the bottom of the stairs, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“you really thought we weren’t going to send you off without proper goodbye, did you?” you asked as he looked down at you.

“god, i love you so much.” he whispered as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

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