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hrryshoney · 1 month

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girlie getting stressed or overstimulated and matty gives her foot, head, back, boob massage then starts fingering her<3

anon i think this is the greatest idea i’ve ever heard. yes, you are so genius.

You came in the door and immediately dropped your bag on the floor. A sigh falling from your lips as you kicked off your shoes and shrugged off your sweater. To say you had a bad day would be a gross understatement. Everyone at your job was aggravating you, and you couldn’t take another day of it.

You had to hide away in the bathroom earlier so you didn’t cry from anger, and now you just wanted to decompress. As you stepped into the living room, you saw Matty scrolling on his phone laid out on the couch. When he heard your footsteps approach, he immediately sat up. Putting his phone down, opening his arms for a hug.

You all but ran to him, immediately collapsing into his arms and wrapping your own around him. “Hi, love.” He squeezed you into the embrace, feeling you melt into him. He took his hand and rubbed the back of your head. “Everything alright?” Matty’s lips were close to your ear, and you could feel his breath fan across your face. You shook your head, and he poured before pressing a kiss to your temple. “What’s wrong, angel?”

“Oh, don’t get me started. Everything is wrong.” You let your forehead rest on Matty’s shoulder and closed your eyes. You didn’t care if you were being dramatic. You had a horrible day, and a horrible week at this point. All you wanted to do was turn your brain off and relax. “And my boss is a dick. I’m so over it. I need a spa day or some shit.” You chuckled through your sigh, at least trying to find some humor in the situation.

Matty pulls away from you, pressing kisses all over your face. “You know,” He starts, positioning you between his legs. His hands found their place on your shoulders, pressing into your pressure points with his thumbs. “I’ve been told I’m very good with my hands. Could be your personal masseuse.” You find yourself nodding your head already, succumbing to how good his hands feel on you. Practically melting your stress away.

Matty’s strong hands rub across the expanse of your shoulders and neck, fingers even coming up to massage your temples. You have your eyes closed, simply enjoying what he’s giving you. He flipped you over on the couch, straddling your waist so he could spot even more pressure on your back. Eventually, you ended up with your shirt lifted. Matty’s hands working on your bare skin.

“Feels good. Can you work the middle of my back?” Your words were muddled from your face pressed against the couch cushion. Matty could still make out your request, though. He bunched your shirt up even more so that most of your back was out. He got his hands back on you, pressing down with the palms of his hands.

After a while you felt his movements halt, and Matty stirring behind you. He spoke up, “Can I unclip your bra? Just so it’s more comfy, you know.” His fingers toyed with the clasp of your bra, other hand still rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. You let out an appreciative noise.

You nodded your confirmation almost instantly. “Yeah, whatever works. Don’t mind.” Your body practically deflated when Matty’s hands deftly unclipped your bra with little struggle. He pulled it out from under you, discarding it to somewhere on the floor. You felt like you could breathe again, and your shoulders were able to relax. His thumbs smoothed the indents that your bra had left on your skin.

As you lay on the couch, Matty’s hands started to sneak around the sides of your body. You felt his fingers crawl up the mounds of your breasts. He pressed lightly into the sides, the soft skin molding under his touch. His palms were basically cupping your breasts now, and you gasped at the stimulation on your nipples. His fingers skillfully stroked the skin around your areolas. “Pretty girls should never have to be stressed. Only worry you should have is my hands on your body.” Matty rolled your nipples between either of his thumb and index finger.

He squeezed your boobs again, and you moaned out beneath him. You could feel Matty’s strong thighs squeeze your sides at the noise you made. He continued to rub your breasts, hands occasionally slipping upward or downward. Allowing himself to rub your upper chest and neck, and the area right under your boobs. “So, so perfect.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your mid back.

“More, please.” You arched your back into his touch, the stimulation on your nipples igniting arousal between your thighs. You felt Matty’s weight disappear from your back. The next thing you knew, he was on his knees in front of you.

“C’mon, then. Sit up for me.” You obeyed, getting in sitting position on the couch. You felt vulnerable, top and bra already off as Matty was infront of you fully clothed. The feeling doubled when he began to slide your sweats off your body. You were left in your simple panties now, Matty not even paying them any mind. He started massaging your calves and thighs, then working his way down to your feet.

As he rubbed your legs, you tried (and failed) to hide the fact that you were squeezing your thighs together. Your nipples were still hard from his earlier attention, and he kept rubbing dangerously close to your inner thighs. Though, of course Matty knew. He was holding your legs in his hands, and he could feel the way your muscles flexed under his touch. “Matty, please.”

“What, baby?” He smirked, leaving in to kiss your upper thigh. You could feel the teasing smile against your skin, and you could hear it in his tone. “Need me to make everything better? Make you so dumb, only thing you can think about is me?” His fingers gripped your thighs harder, dancing closer to the waistband of your panties. You held back from bucking your hips, instead squirming on the couch. You nodded your head profusely.

“Yes, please.” You let your head hit the back of the couch, closing your eyes tightly. “I need it so bad, need you so bad.” You bit your lip so hard you thought it’d bleed. Matty’s fingers were now circling the crotch of your underwear. You couldn’t stop the mind from slipping out of your mouth. You were sure there was a wet spot forming. You whined through gritted teeth. “Please, Matty. Need to feel good, you’re the only one who gets me there.” At that, his thumb comes to press down on top of your bundle of nerves above your panties. Your hips grind up into his fingers, trying to relieve the pulsing in your clit.

Matty moves his palm up your stomach, fiddling with the elastic of your waistband so he can push his hand beneath your panties. You let your knees fall open, giving him access to the bare sensitive mound between your thighs. He feels the warm heat radiating off your cunt as he cups his hand on your sex. You jolt against the couch, and Matty lets out a breath of his own as he slides his middle fingers through your tight slit.

You squirm as he runs his fingers through your folds, his thick fingers rubbing through your slit to find your bundle of nerves. Searching to strike your clit so he has your dripping down his hand.

Matty can feel how slick you are, and he draws tight circles on your clit. His fingers feel like heaven, and you let your mouth fall open to let out the loud moans you’ve been holding back. Your body writhes as you suddenly feel another one of his fingers join the other, gravitating towards your hole. His fingers meet at your entrance, sliding inside of you to stretch you out.

Your hips meet the rhythm of his hand, meeting the thrusts he’s making with his fingers. The calluses on his fingers creating an even more delicious friction. “That’s it. Lemme fuck you dumb, let that brain leak out through your cunt. Shouldn’t even have to work, right baby?” He groans, letting his cheek rest on your thigh. The cool skin making you gasp as it comes in contact with your warm body. “Yeah, should just stay home and get your pussy stuffed all day.”

The warmth forming in your abdomen was starting to go throughout your entire body. You could feel the white hot pleasure permeating your senses. “Matty, please. Need it so fucking bad.” You stuttered out through ragged breaths, his fingers never stopping their assault. Your voice coming out as a raw whine. Matty’s hand pressed down roughly on your clit. His two fingers continued to stretch your hole. “Don’t stop, I’m so close.”

Matty’s pupils were completely dilated. His face was so close to your pussy, and he watched as his own fingers worked you to an orgasm. Matty blew out a puff of air from his lips, making you shiver as you felt it fan across your cunt. Your walls clenched around his fingers. “I’ve got you, baby. Breathe. Cum for me, let go.”

His words pushed you over, the gravel in his voice making your toes curl. Your orgasm racked through your body with a shudder, and you squirmed as he fucked you through it with his fingers. Your orgasm was pulsing relentlessly, and Matty’s fingers wouldn’t stop moving. When you finally stop shivering, Matty pulls his fingers out of you and instantly brings them to his mouth. Licking your juices off his digits.

You looked at him, surely looking like you got struck by lightning. He took a lot out of you, and it really was unwinding. Matty got off his knees, bending to kiss your forehead. You looked down at the very obvious tent in his pants, but he rubbed your shoulder. “Gonna go run us a bath, angel. Join me when you’re ready.” His hand came to your chin, pulling you in for a kiss that you happily reciprocated.

#matty healy x reader #matty healy blurb #matty healy smut #i just wanted to get this out tonight :)#bc i’m working on another blurb #and my wip (both gyno :))#so hopefully this doesn’t suck #but i lowk like it

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scuderiahoney · 2 months

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🍓lighter // a strawberry wine blurb

In which Max makes the bad days better. bc an anon on cece’s blog was talking about strawberry wine max, and i missed him, and for the anon in my inbox, of course

You’re on your way to yet another Grand Prix, and you’ve had a no good, very bad, terrible week. The travel to get there hasn’t been much better- long flights with screaming children and even more rude adults. By the time you wander into the Red Bull garage, you’re on your last leg.

It’s Thursday night, so you’re not even supposed to be going to the track. The plan was for Max to meet you at the hotel after he was done for the day. But you got there and looked at the empty bed and felt that tight feeling in your chest, so you got a cab and headed to the track. Your pass gets you in just fine on any day. Nobody bats an eye at you as you wander through the sea of Red Bull shirts.

Nobody, that is, except for Max. Max, who spots you even though he’s surrounded by mechanics, even though GP is trying his best to keep his attention on whatever they’re talking about. He sees you and his eyes go wide, and he calls out your name, waving you over. The sea of people parts for you. He holds his arms out wide and pulls you in like a magnet.

“I thought you were going to the hotel,” he says.

You wrap your arms around him, afraid if you don’t he’ll pull away too fast. You shrug and keep your face buried in his chest and will back the tears that fill your eyes. This is what you needed. This is why you’re here.

“Missed you,” you say.

He pries you away from his chest. You blink up at him, knowing your eyes are red rimmed and tired. He frowns and squeezes your shoulders. The way his fingers dig into your muscles melts just a bit of the tension away. Things feel a little less heavy.

“What is it, love?” He asks, brows knit together.

“It can wait,” you tell him.

He turns over his shoulder to GP. “Five minutes.”

“Three,” GP counters.

Max rolls his eyes, throws his arm around your shoulders, and walks away towards his driver room with you in tow. “For that, I will make it ten minutes,” he mutters.

“Max, I-“ you try.

He pulls you into the room and closes the door behind the two of you. Then he pulls you back into his arms. He holds on tight, the way he always does when you’re feeling overwhelmed, like he can squeeze it out of you. It actually works, at least a little bit.

“Talk to me?” He asks.

“You have meetings. It can wait,” you repeat.

“No it can’t. You came here,” he says. “Instead of waiting at the hotel. That doesn’t sound like it can wait.”

“I needed to see you,” you admit. “Had a shit week and a shitty time getting here and then I got to the room and it felt so empty and… yeah. Sorry. I know you’re busy.”

Max hums and walks the two of you over to the little couch. He sits down first and pulls you right into his lap. He wraps his arms around your middle and brings you to lean your back against his chest. You can’t help but settle into him, trying to let the stress melt away. It’s not easy, but he makes it just a little bit more bearable.

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m glad you’re here,” he says. “I had been thinking all day about how much I couldn’t wait to see you. This is such a nice surprise.”

“Even if I’m…” you trail off, waving a hand at your teary face.

“Yes.” He kisses your temple, presses one hand to your side to pull you closer. “Because as much as I hate to see you sad or stressed, I love knowing that you trust me with it.”

You take a deep breath, then, and let it out in a long sigh. Max laughs softly and reaches for your hand. He wraps your fingers together and squeezes. There’s a knock on the door, and he groans loudly.

“Max,” GP says through the door. “The sooner we start…”

“The sooner we can leave, I know, I know,” he says. You muffle your laugh into his shoulder before he untangled himself and stands up. He leans down and cups your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to each of your cheeks.

“I’ll be back to get you as soon as I can, okay? And then we’ll go and eat a nice dinner in the room and have wine-“

“No wine,” you say. “You have to drive tomorrow.”

He frowns. “Then you will have wine, and tell me everything, okay?”

You smile softly and nod. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you,” he says back.

You fall asleep on the tiny couch and wake up to his attempt to carry you out to the car. You laugh and loop your arms around his neck, begging him to carry you all the way there. He does, because he loves you, he says. You know it’s true.

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userlando · 10 months

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I am FERAL please elaborate the lando cumming on his pants bc that anon put an image on my head that’s permanently etched with his red face, eyes slightly teary, desperately alternating between gasping and biting on the persons shoulder….

FUCK!!!!!

my heart rate is through the roof atm. I need to rest because I’m sick as a dog but here I am, writing another smutty blurb. y’all have too much power over me 😭

wild and unruly (1k words) lando norris/fem!reader smut 18+

He’s making these whimpering sounds in his throat, hands grabbing tightly to whatever he can reach, scrambling to get a hold on your hips and arms as you lead the both of you through the threshold of his cramped driver’s room. You shut the door behind you, only remembering to lock it the last second before you slot your mouth over Lando’s in a kiss that turns filthy the moment your lips touch.

Lando pries your lips open, breathing heavily through his nose and it does something so inexplicable to your stomach. He’s sweaty and worked up to the max, the leftover adrenaline coursing in his veins from the race a few hours ago.

You try to concentrate on getting his fireproofs off, but his suit is still tied tightly around his waist and you have absolutely no patience so you flatten your back against the wall, bringing him to you with the help of your hands against his ass. Lando moans into your mouth when your bodies make contact, hips pressing against your front and you can feel the hardness of his cock straining against your abdomen.

It makes you smile against his lips because you’d spent the last two hours undressing him with your eyes as he went through countless of media interviews, watching his cheeks turn pink and stuttering his words whenever you’d make eye contact. It made you feel a lot of things, one of them being powerful.

It was only natural that you’d take the first chance you get to lock him inside his room, the crotch of your underwear so slick that they were starting to smear your bikini line.

You pushed your crotches together, going through a million scenarios in your head because you wanted him in you. But you also wanted him in your mouth. It was quite a predicament that had you battling internally until Lando sucked your tongue and your brain short circuited completely.

Lando was starting to hump against you, hips working against you as he pressed you further up the back and you broke off your kiss to let out involuntary gasps. You watched your boyfriend bite his lower lip hard to keep his noises in, but something devilish in you egged you to keep pushing, to grind against him and work him up to the point where he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet.

You were both playing with fire, well aware of the countless of people downstairs in the garage and how sound travelled beautifully in the vicinity. Maybe that’s why it had you extra worked up, bringing a hand to the front and touching the hard outline of Lando’s cock.

He exhaled heavily, groan guttural as his hips jumped up and into your hand. You gripped him harder, doing your best to jerk him off but you found it fruitless because the amount of layers he was wearing made it impossible to get any real friction.

Instead, you pushed your head up to kiss him, smiling when Lando responded eagerly. You slid your fingers through his sweaty curls and gripped them tightly, the both of you moaning simultaneously when the unexpected pain caused his hips to grind forward.

“Want you inside me.” You confessed quietly, kissing his cheek and jaw before slotting your mouth right next to his ear.

Lando’s breathing stuttered when you trapped his earlobe between your teeth, pushing his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You gave off a hushed moan when he opened his mouth and sucked the sensitive skin there, and you should’ve pushed him off and scold him for marking you up because photographers were still lurking out there. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, especially when his hands circled around your back, trapping his arms between you and the wall to push you further against him as his grinding continued.

“Been thinking of your cock all day.” You continued, eyes finding the mirror across the room. It gave you a perfect view of the two of you, and showed how Lando’s back and hips were working against you. The sight of it made your eyelids flutter shut. “Wanna taste you. Please, Lando.”

Something about your plea made your boyfriend whine against your shoulder. You opened your mouth to take it further, to beg him to fuck you but Lando was suddenly sinking his teeth into your shoulder, no doubt marking you up, hips grinding forward as he gave off a low and drawn out moan.

His hands gripped you tightly against him, pulling you against him and it took you a few seconds to understand what had just happened. You blinked at your reflection in the mirror, hearing his laboured breathing and relishing in the sting of your shoulder where he was kissing softly; Like he was apologising for biting so hard.

But your mind was still reeling a little because oh my god, he'd just come.

You were too preoccupied with your thoughts to really care about the sting though, pulling gently on his hair to bring his face into view. His face in question was red, lips swollen and eyes blown wide as they looked into yours. It made your chest tight, thinking of how you were the only one who got to witness him like this. At your mercy and so beautiful.

Lando looked embarrassed though and you gave him a slow smile that you hoped would ease him.

“Sorry.” He was the one to break the silence, voice raspy and shy. “That wasn’t meant to happen.”

It made your smile turn into a grin, satisfying the urge to kiss him by bringing his mouth to yours. He didn’t protest as the two of you kissed slowly, softly before you pulled back just far enough to rest your forehead against his.

“That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” You confessed, laughter in your voice and it had Lando groaning as he brought you into his embrace, still too embarrassed to look at your gleeful face for too long.

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sorry if this was all over the place, i'm sick and delirious but i hope this was good 🤍

#zee's asks 💌#lando brainrot #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris blurb #f1 blurb #f1 smut #lando norris smut

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tomblythismyhusband · 3 months

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happy birthday [ tom blyth x fem!reader ]

[summary]: tomblyth x fem!reader | You make a dinner for Tom’s birthday and enjoy time together :)

[warnings]: none

[wc]: 1k

[note]: little blurb i wrote bc HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAN. (who is most definitely not my man)

“Damnit.” You muttered under your breath as a glob of chocolate frosting fell onto the previously clean kitchen counter. You swiped it up with your finger before sticking it in your mouth letting taste make you hum.

You glanced at the cake you had frosted. Well- could you even call it a cake at this point? It was a mound of chocolate frosting, cake and sprinkles that was sagging with every second you took staring at it.

You let out a sigh. You wanted tonight to be perfect. It was your boyfriend, Tom’s, birthday today and the stress of getting everything just right was finally settling in.

You had been running around all day, getting his gift ready, making a spaghetti dinner, and getting the mood of the apartment set. The cake - which of course you had put off till last minute- was the last step, and looking at the blob of chocolaty goodness you realized maybe you weren’t the best baker.

You hadn’t used your time to your advantage and thought ‘Hey what could happen?’ while slathering frosting on a still- warm cake. Apparently a lot could happen, and now with sugary counters and messy hands you realized maybe you didn’t do this whole ‘cake thing’ the right way.

You glanced at the clock. Tom had mentioned he’d be home at 6. You blink at the glowing 5:45 then turn back to your pitiful excuse of a cake.

“Maybe I can fix it.” You murmur, taking a knife to smooth out the globs of frosting. The cake does not cooperate in the way you wanted as the frosting begins to tear the cake underneath. You hold your breath as you try to salvage the most of it.

Almost as if on cue, the front door slams shut the sound of keys being thrown into a little tray meets your ears

“Love I’m home!” Tom calls. You hear his footsteps start to make their way down the hall towards the kitchen and you quickly wipe your cake covered hands on your apron to rush and meet him.

“Tom hey..” You said breathlessly, stopping him so he couldn’t enter the kitchen. Tom’s lips pulled into an amused smile, seeing how you were basically blocking him from seeing the mess you’d made.

“Love, have you been baking?” He asks, taking a hand to touch your face. “There’s flour on your nose.” He taps your nose playfully with a smirk.

Heat floods your face as you let out an embarrassed laugh. “Yea- I- attempted to.”

Even after dating him for months, Tom still had the power to make you flustered. A single brush of his hand and you forget everything you’ve ever known.

Tom’s eyebrow quirked upwards as he looked at you. “Attempted?” He chucked, a lopsided grin melting onto his face.

You let out a deep sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “I’ve been working all day on this dinner for you and I just can’t get the cake right. I’ve definitely learned I’m not a baker. I’m sorry Tom.”

Tom’s face lit up. “Dinner-?” He was not expecting this surprise.

Then, realizing you were a bit upset he instantly grabbed your hands, while his brows furrowed with concern. “Woah woah- hey. Why are you apologizing?”

You looked up at him and frowned. “I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

Tom shook his head and let out a small chuckle. “Love you know anything you’d have done would’ve been perfect. I didn’t even expect you to surprise me with dinner. And so what if the cakes not perfect? At least you are.” He added.

You felt a smile slowly creep into your face as he leaned in closer. “I’m so happy you’ve done this for me. You didn’t even have to.”

You leaned in to give him a quick kiss, your cheeks flushing with color at his words. “I wanted to. And, Thank you Tom.” You whispered.

Tom gives you another lopsided grin and squeezes your hand. “Well let’s eat shall we?”

The table was set with delicate silverware and flickering candles that made everything surrounding them almost magical. You had bought fresh roses and placed them on the table. You weren’t scared of making things special extra tonight.

You both sat across from each other, sipping wine, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Conversation was light and fun, jokes, stories, a little bit of flirtation. Everything was indeed perfect.

“God y/n-“ Tom said in awe once you had both finished your meals. “You’ve outdone yourself. Thank you.”

“Anything for the birthday boy.” You giggled, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend.

Tom smiled at you. “Though- If you sat me down with a case of beers and takeout I would still be extremely thrilled.”

You blushed at his words then giggled. “Noted for next year.”

You then stood up and smiled down at him, excitement in your eyes. “Now. One more thing before we eat cake.”

“Oh?” Tom questioned, his eyebrows raised with surprise as well as intrigue.

“Stay here for a moment.” You directed before hurriedly walking to your room to fetch his gift.

After a moment, you returned to the dining table with a pink card in your hands. You handed it to him thoughtfully. “Happy birthday Tom.” You beam, sitting down to watch him open it.

His eyes linger on you for a moment before tearing into the envelope. He pulled out a folded slip of paper and opened it, a puzzled look on his face.

Then his jaw dropped. His face lit up with happiness as he looked up at you, still in shock. “Y/n… you didn’t.” He said in awe, shaking his head.

You bit your lip and nodded excitedly. You had bought him tickets to go to the Super Bowl. Tom had always wanted to experience seeing the game played right before his own eyes, and now he would be able to.

Immediately, Tom stood up and rushed over to you, pulling you up from your chair and into a tight hug.

“I’m guessing this is a thank you?” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Tom looked down at you, still grinning widely. “I don’t know how else to say thank you. I love you so much darling.” He said breathlessly, kissing your forehead.

“I hope this was a good birthday.” You said sweetly, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“The best. You're amazing.” He said kissing you again, but this time finding your lips against his.

“How about we finish this night by eating my horribly misshapen cake and watching movies?” You laugh against his lips.

Tom lets out a tiny chuckle. “Sounds perfect.”

“Happy Birthday Tom.” You say again, kissing him one more time.

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underoossss · 8 months

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idk if this fit ur blurb request but can i request a first bf steve with reader. they have a fight and reader thinks theyre over but steve and them talk through it bc he doesnt want to break up?

thank you for your request! I love this, miscommunication + idiots in love 💕

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You close your eyes as you lean you head on the cold tile of the shower. The warm spray of water falls on the nape of your neck and down your back much like the tears that cascade down your eyes. You squeeze them shut when your heart pangs with pain once more. Steve and you are over, the stupid fight you had earlier in the afternoon triggering the breakup. How funny is it that your first ever fight is also your last?

Stepping out of the shower, you go through the motions of getting dressed and ready for bed. Your eyes are tired from crying, but the tears don’t stop as you recall the end of your conversation earlier.

Can we just leave it? I’m done. Steve said, running a hand through his hair and motioning for you to get in his car.

He wasn’t there to pick you up today, leaving you stranded in the rain. He claimed you didn’t tell him you worked until 4pm instead of 5 today so he showed up an hour late for you but on time for him. You told him you’d mentioned it yesterday and the arguing had started then. Granted, you had an awful day at work, and from the tension on Steve’s shoulders he had a bad day too. Or as it seemed maybe he was already planning on breaking up with you, and the fight gave him his chance.

The drive back to your house was silent and tense, as you held your breath to avoid crying in front of him and all but ran to the front door as soon as he parked. You didn’t take off your rain soaked clothes for another hour, too heartbroken and busy crying your eyes out to mind. It was only when you started to shiver that you went upstairs and took a long hot shower. It didn’t soothe the ache on your chest one bit.

Hair towel-dry and brushed you leave the bathroom and head to the kitchen to have some water when the doorbell rings. There’s still a light drizzle outside, and you know you didn’t order any takeout so you’re more than confused about who could be ringing your doorbell. Leaving the glass of water on the kitchen counter and pretending you don’t look a puffy mess from crying, you cross the living room to the front door.

Steve stands on the other side, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a plastic bag with unknown contents inside. His hair has some droplets of rainwater clinging to the ends and so do his eyelashes. He wears a dark blue sweatshirt and jeans, and a face so pretty your heart aches at what you lost.

“Steve? What are you doing here?” You ask, eyebrows meeting in the middle as you furrow them in confusion.

“I wanted to talk to you, I don’t like how we left things earlier?” The hand that was in his pocket scratches his chin, his eyes wide and vulnerable as they look at you.

You twist your lips to keep yourself from crying. “You want to break up officially then? Ok, do it.” You wraps your arms around your chest, protecting yourself from what will come next.

“Break up?” Steve’s eyebrows raise towards his hairline comically, mouth falling open in shock at your words. “Babe, what the hell?”

“Don’t be mean, Steve.” You shake your head and press your lips together as a tear falls down your cheek like a small traitor. “You already said ‘I’m done’, I got it.”

Steve, wonderful and beautiful Steve takes a step closer to you, face a mixture of confusion and pain. “Baby, you think we broke up? Just from that fight?”

“What else am I supposed to think Stevie?” You whisper, looking away from his sweet brown eyes and swallowing hard the knot in your throat.

“Honey, I drove you home. I would’ve hugged you goodbye but you ran out of the car before I could.” Steve shakes his head. “I thought your were pissed at me, not that you thought we broke up. Can we talk?”

You blink a few times at him as your mind tries to catch up. Steve’s always been a gentleman, of course you’d think it was normal for him to drive you home even if he broke up with you; the rest, well, you didn’t stay in his car for him to say anything else did you. Nodding and stepping back from the door, you let Steve in and close the door behind you.

Now in the warm light of the living room, Steve has a clear look at your red-rimmed eyes and the way his face falls brings fresh tears to blur your vision. “Oh, baby.” Steve frowns and pulls you to his chest, hugging you flush against him as you let yourself cry. “I’m sorry, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“We were both so angry, when you said ‘I’m done’ I assumed—” You take a step back and look at him, his face pained from seeing you in pain.

Steve’s hands hold your face gently, the kiss he presses on your forehead is just as soft. “I meant I’m done fighting, not that I’m done with us. You’re the best thing in my life, you know that.”

Your boyfriend —you can’t believe you thought you’d have to say ex before it— leads both of you to the couch, where you sit down facing each other. Steve takes you hands in his as you lean your face on the headrest, embarrassed, happy but still hurt from the heartbreak you put yourself through hours before. “I’m sorry, we were both under a lot of stress, I forgot you said 4pm and I shouldn’t have let it start a fight between us.”

You shake your head, “I shouldn’t have gotten mad either, I was already annoyed from work and let it get the best of me. I’m sorry too, Stevie.”

“No, I’m sorry.” Steve shakes his head, “I know you like clarity, and I was very vague earlier. I should’ve said I wanted to stop fighting, instead of saying I’m done. I mean it baby, I wanted to end our fight not our relationship.”

You nod, “I shouldn’t have assumed, but I was scared to ask. I thought you found an excuse to dump me.”

“And be an idiot who lost the most perfect girl in the world?” Steve shakes his head and you give him a small smile. “It was our first fight, that’s all, it doesn’t mean my feelings for you changed.”

“I’ll call you to remind you next time my schedule changes.” You whisper, shifting closer to Steve, “I should’ve done that today.”

“And I’ll write it down, somewhere I won’t forget.” Steve’s hands find your hips and pull you closer until your legs are thrown over his and he’s looking down at you, an adoring look in his eyes. “I love you.”

You hold his cheek and smile, “I love you so much.”

Steve closes the gap between the two of you, his lips capturing yours in a soft but passionate kiss. His arms wrap around you as he leans closer, humming against your mouth when you run your fingers through his hair. He kisses you until you’re breathless and his lips place scattered pecks on your cheek, your chin and one more on your nose. It makes you laugh and the smile Steve gives you in return could power up all of Hawkins.

Rewinding to the memory of him standing in your doorway makes you pause. “What was in that bag you brought?”

Steve’s smile turns sheepish as he leans in to kiss you again, a sweet thing that gives you butterflies. “Well, I uh– thought you were pissed at me so I brought some snacks and a movie so you could forgive me.”

You smile widely at him, stomach flipping incessantly and heart beating loudly with affection. This man really does own your heart, no wonder thinking about losing him wrecked you. “You are the best thing in my life, you know? You don’t need snacks to get me to forgive you but they’re appreciated.”

Steve chuckles and wraps you up in his arms, face pressed to your neck. “Sorry I made you cry.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, soaking in his warmth and breathing in his familiar scent; feeling at ease, and safe. “We really need to communicate better though.”

Steve’s laugh is a beautiful sound next to your ear.

#I hope you like this 🥺#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #ask

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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one having to sit in the other’s lap when space is tight and them both blushing like crazy over it With teammate Max please ❤️

a/n: I’m sorry if it’s too short but I just messaged my crush for the first time and don’t have the guts to check if he answered bc I’m a coward with rejection issues.

this doesn’t look very professional | Max Verstappen blurb

You hated the TikTok.

They should be banned from existence because they carried the existence of community managers, I ever eager marketing people whose ideas always involved getting dirty or things like that. Of course everyone enjoyed the semi formal conversation between Max and Daniel.

But now you wanted to disappear as you noticed only two small couches, one for Christian Horner and the other for you? For Max? It didn’t make any sense, of course this was scheduled and crew knew it was both you and Max.

Max was asking for a new chair or something, trying to use his firm charm that only he knew how to make it work, instead you were serious, lipa on a straight smile because you don’t recall this ever happening when Checo or Daniel were driving.

“Guys, I’m sorry but I have a meeting in fifteen minutes,” Christian checked his Tag Heuer. “Let’s get this done,”

“We can leave it for another day,” Max suggested and everyone, except you, denied his idea.

“We can make it look intentional, you can sit on top of Max’s lap and viewers will think you’re good friends, it’s a win-win,”

Before you could protest, Christian chimed in, saying it was a terrific idea.

Of course Max sat first. His body rigid and weirdly placed his arms on the armrests, making it clear he wasn’t touching you. His stance didn’t change when you sat on his leg, trying your best to not touch him and being almost on his knee, ready to run away

The interview started, you noticed Max’s body relax a little bit against you, which resulted in you very slowly making yourself more comfortable on his leg

But then…

The screen that contained a fan question from twitter was too long and your eyesight wasn’t that good. Forgetting you were sitting on your teammate’s lap, you inclined your body and losing balance.

Your face was ready to meet the ground and it wouldn’t be pretty; there’d be blood and maybe a broken tooth.

But you felt Max’s quick hands holding your waist tightly, very tightly.

Nobody said anything, they didn’t even laugh as your cheeks flushed, and Max’s squirming underneath told you he was just as red, suddenly the room feeling too small.

But his hands didn’t leave your waist for the rest of the interview.

#max verstappen x reader #f1 x you #f1 fic #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #max verstappen au #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen x you

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dixons-sunshine · 1 month

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js read your shopping spree and dying for your haircut fics and omg

can u pretty please, with a bow on top, write another part to that series or like an au where they get separated at the fall of the world and a few season later (preferably that prison era of daryl he was so fawking sexy there like omg) they found each other again and i want some build up to their reunion yk like someone else finds r and brings them in and some ppl kinda chatting abt the new girl or wtv and dars not rlly gaf cuz he kinda getting tired of trying to find r (realistically i don’t think he’d give up easily but let’s js pretend yk) but then they see each other and they’re like omfg the love of my life’s here and safe and like i need that glenn and maggie type reunion but like tenfold bc r and dar alr loved and knew each other before the fall yk and like yeah😣

idky but i’m a sucker for “r and daryl had a relationship beforehand, got separated, and reunited” trope (?) fic, blurb shit and you’d literally be godsent if u wrote this oml

I Found You | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: When the dead started to rise and the world went to hell, Daryl got seperated from you, the love of his life. After over a year of searching for you and finding no evidence of your survival, Daryl was beginning to give up and count his losses. One day, Carol stumbled upon a wounded woman while out on a run with Glenn, and the two of them decide to accept you into the prison. Little did they know, that would end up being one of the best decisions they could've ever made.

Genre: Angst to fluff.

Era: Prison, pre season 4, post season 3.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, death, mentions of attempted sexual assault (not descriptive)

Word count: 4.3k

A/n: Thank you so much for the request! I've decided to write the au since there's already a part three for the SSHD (Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams) universe in the works, but this request was way too good to not write. I hope you like it! And I absolutely agree with you. There's something about prison era Daryl that just hits different. He was on another level completely.

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests.

(Just thought I'd say that both third- and second person is used. I referred to the reader in third person when Glenn and Carol first met her, but it soon shifts to second person when she introduced herself. Just thought I'd let y'all know the shift is intentional.)

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“Okay, so I can't guess what you did before all of this correctly, but I bet there is something that I will be right about.”

Daryl looked at Zach skeptically as they trudged through the abandoned store, looking for supplies to bring back to the prison. “Yeah? Wha's tha'?”

“You're brooding, quiet, you like to keep to yourself,” Zach started, leaning nonchalantly against one of the shelves while he watched the archer place multiple different packs and boxes into his bag. “The way you act most of the time would suggest you've never been in a relationship before, but there are clear signs that you were with someone before all of this.”

Daryl stiffened for a moment, his hand lingering above a pack, before regaining his composure and continuing his task. “Wha' signs?”

“Well, for one, you know exactly what kind of tampons and pads to get for the ladies at the prison. I would've just dumped everything in and have them sort through it, but you are only taking specific brands,” Zach pointed out, motioning to the box of tampons Daryl had just put back onto the shelf.

When Daryl didn't reply, Zach took that as his cue to continue. “And while we're on the topic of periods, you seem to know exactly what to get the girls for the pain and what to do to curve their bad tempers. What guy would know that if he didn't have a girlfriend before all of this? And to top it all off, and this is totally unrelated to everything I just said, I've seen that locket necklace you keep in your pocket. It's pretty worn out and faded, but you can definitely tell it's something from this generation, so it can't be something that was passed down from a relative, so that brings me to my conclusion. You, Daryl Dixon, had a girl before all of this.”

Daryl sighed, shutting his eyes tightly as he willed the onslaught of memories away. Memories that were too painful to think of, memories that did nothing but remind the archer of his failure. His failure at finding you, the love of his life, after the dead started walking. A failure he had to live with for as long as he remained alive.

Daryl opened his eyes and turned abruptly, leaving the young man behind him as he stalked towards the exit, his bag slung over his shoulder. Zach hurriedly caught up to him, struggling to keep at a steady pace beside him as Daryl strode quickly, wanting to put some distance between him and Zach.

“Woah, man! Slow down!” Zach complained, jogging to keep up with him. “Was it because I brought up the girl thing? I didn't realise it was a touchy subject.”

“It ain't none of yer damn business,” Daryl grumbled under his breath, stalking over to the truck him and Zach were using that day.

“Daryl! Come on, man. It's not that deep.”

Daryl gritted his teeth as he opened up the driver's side door of the truck, throwing his bag into the back before climbing inside. He started up the truck and revved the engine, a warning sign to Zach that he was about to leave, with or without him.

Zach hurriedly scurried into the passenger seat, barely having time to close the door before Daryl started speeding off. He gripped the edge of his seat, sending Daryl an exasperated look.

“Daryl, what the hell? Calm down!” he exclaimed, unnerved by the archer's sudden burst of fury. He'd seen Daryl angry before, but it was never directed towards him. It was downright scary.

“'M calm,” Daryl replied through gritted teeth, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“That's what you call calm?!” Zach exclaimed, motioning out towards the road. “You're driving like a maniac! Slow down!”

Daryl simply ignored the man, keeping his eyes trained on the road. Memories of you unwillingly flooded his mind. Memories of your smile, your laugh and your beautiful eyes. Memories of the calm mornings you'd spend with the archer in your shared sad excuse for an apartment where the hot water was a joke. Memories where you'd both stand under the cold water of the shower, Daryl embracing you from behind in an attempt to make the cold water bearable for you. Memories of your loving touch on his skin, your fingers lightly tracing over the scars on his back as you whispered reassuring things into his ear, assuring him that his father's abuse had nothing to do with him, that it wasn't his fault that any of that happened to him.

The more Daryl's mind wandered, the more he remembered some of the bad memories. All those arguments you had with him over some of his escapades with Merle, telling him that it would only get him into trouble, flooded his mind. One of those arguments ended up being the reason he got seperated from you in the first place.

Merle had wanted to go do some drug deal and had barged into your apartment, practically dragging Daryl from your bed. You had begged him not to go, arguing with him that it was a bad idea and that something would go wrong this time. He remembered being so angry at you for insisting during that argument that Merle wasn't good for him, that he needed to cut back on seeing him or set some boundaries with him. He had stormed out of the apartment without so much as a goodbye, and now he regretted it more than he's regretted anything before in his life.

Daryl blamed himself daily for not having listened to you that day. If he had, he never would've been seperated from you and you would've been safe by his side. He longed to have you by his side again, to tell you that he was sorry and that he loved you. However, even after all this time of searching, going out for extended periods of time to look for signs of you, it was to no avail. You were gone, and it was all his fault.

“Daryl? Are... you okay?”

Daryl snapped back to reality at the sound of Zach's concerned voice. He felt a droplet of water roll down his cheek and he hurriedly wiped it away, realising that he was crying. He hadn't even realised that tears had started to well up in his eyes, so immersed was he in his own thoughts.

“'M fine,” Daryl insisted, wiping his eyes hurriedly as he willed the tears away.

Zach furrowed his eyebrows, before realisation dawned on him. “You did have a girl before all of this. You lost her, didn't you?” he asked sympathetically.

Daryl hesitantly nodded, swallowing in an attempt to get rid of the lump in his throat. “I didn't lose her,” he began, bringing the truck to a halt in front of the prison gates as he waited for someone to open them.

“I don't know if she's even dead at all. She's just... Gone.”

—

“What are we looking for, exactly?” Glenn asked Carol as they scanned over the shelving of an abandoned pharmacy, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Carol sighed as she looked upon yet another empty shelf, its medical contents a thing of the past. “Anything medical. With all the new people we've been taking in, the supplies we have aren't going to be enough.”

“Okay,” Glenn drawled hesitantly. “But it doesn't look like there's anything worth scavenging here.”

“Let's just do a once over before we check the back. If there's nothing, we head on back. It's getting late,” Carol instructed. Glenn nodded, and the two of them dispersed to sweep through the small store once more.

“So,” Glenn started. “Is it just me, or has Daryl been more grumpy than usual?”

Carol hummed in agreement. “He has. He gets angry at the smallest of things lately.”

“Do you know why?”

“No,” Carol said, shaking her head. “I've asked him, but he won't say anything. Just tells me to mind my own business. It's really odd. He's more like he was back at the quarry. More closed off and snappy and I don't know why.”

“It's ever since he came back from that run with Zach a week ago,” Glenn replied, meeting up with the Carol again to go into the back room. “I've asked Zach if he knows why, but he refused to say anything. Says it's not his place to say.”

Carol frowned, opening the door that lead into the back room. “That's odd. So that means something—”

“Stay right there. Don't move another inch or I swear to god I'll shoot.”

Both Carol and Glenn froze in their tracks. They looked up and locked eyes with a woman, who's eyes were fiery as they darted between them.

“Names. Now. And weapons on the ground.”

“Okay, alright,” Carol responded, trying to diffuse the situation. She slowly lowered her gun and knife to the ground, urging Glenn to do the same. “I'm Carol, and this is Glenn. Now before we answer anymore questions, what's your name?”

The woman hesitated for a moment. “Y/n. What are you doing here?”

“We were looking for some supplies,” Carol spoke truthfully, eyeing the gun aimed at her carefully. “We're running low on medical things.”

After a couple of long, tense moments, with you scanning them from head to toe, you nodded to yourself after spotting something. Deciding to trust them for now, you slowly lowered the gun. However, you quietly hissed in pain, quickly clutching your side as you stumbled to regain your balance. After you steadied yourself, you limped over to your bag and grabbed a few things before handing them over to Carol and Glenn.

“Here. Hope these help. The place was ransacked when I got here. Wasn't a lot left to clear out.”

“Thank you, but we need more than this. This isn't going to last us long,” Carol responded, placing the items into her bag.

“No offence, lady, but I think I need the supplies more than you do at the moment. And I gave you more than half already. I can't spare more,” you said, clutching your side tightly.

“What happened?” Glenn asked, pointing to the your side, unable to stop his curiosity from seeping through.

“Flesh eaters,” you replied nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders. “I was fighting a bunch of them when one lunged at me from the side. It toppled me through a broken window, and a shard sliced me.”

“Don't you have a group? Couldn't they help you?” Glenn questioned.

“Nope. I've been on my own since this whole thing started. I guess I should probably find a group, though. Things like this wouldn't happen if I had backup.”

You gingerly lifted your shirt, and both Carol and Glenn grimaced at the painful sight. The wound was deep and oozing blood. It would definitely need stitches, as well as someone to remove the remaining fragments of glass that still painfully stuck out of the wound. It was terrible. You wouldn't be able to get it all out without a professional.

Suddenly, an idea struck Carol. “You gave us some of the supplies you scavenged without even knowing us. Why?”

“Well, you didn't try to kill me, even after I held you at gunpoint. And by the looks of it, you guys have a group and are set up somewhere. Figured I should do the honourable thing and offer up some medical things if there's kids involved.”

“How do you know there's kids?” Glenn asked, confused.

“I can see the toys in your bag,” you pointed out, motioning to the toy truck that stuck out of the top of his bag. “Figured that adults wouldn't be playing with toy trucks while the world was ending.”

“Still, why would you? You don't owe us anything,” Carol questioned, though her mind was already set on one thing.

“Some might call me naive, but I hope that by doing some good in this fucked up world, karma will decide to do something good for me. That probably makes me stupid as shit, huh?” you replied, laughing before wincing at the pain that shot through your side at the small action.

Carol smiled at you. “We have a group set up not too far from here, at the prison. You can join if you want, but you have to answer three questions first.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. “Three questions? That's it?”

“Yeah.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Alright, shoot.”

“How many walkers have you killed?” Carol began, watching you closely.

“A lot. Too many to keep track of at this point.”

“How many people have you killed?”

You hesitated for a moment, guilt creeping up on you. “Three.”

“Why?”

“Two of them were bit. They asked me to kill them. The other one... That bastard tried to rape me. I wouldn't let him.”

“I'm sorry,” Glenn said sympathetically.

“It's fine. I'm fine,” you waved him off, before turning your attention back to Carol. “How'd I do? Satisfactory enough?”

Carol nodded. “For me, yes. You'll still need to meet the leader and have him evaluate you, but I think you'll be alright. You'll fit in just fine.”

“Hopefully,” you laughed nervously, instantly paying the price for it with a sharp pain shooting up your side, making you visibly wince.

“Come on, let's get going. We have a doctor who can get that checked out for you,” Glenn prompted. He walked over to you and grabbed your bag, stopping your protest instantly. “It's fine, I've got it. One extra bag won't kill me.”

Together, all of you made your way out of the pharmacy and over to their car. You got settled in the back while Carol and Glenn got into the front, and before long you were setting off to the prison. Your eyes were beginning to droop, but Glenn seemed eager to get to know the new recruit better.

“What were you doing out there on your own anyway?”

“I was looking for my boyfriend. I was hoping that he might still be alive.”

“No luck?” he asked.

“No,” you shook your head, pursing your lips. “I'm beginning to think I might never find him, if he's even still alive.”

“Never say never,” Glenn encouraged you. “You'll find him someday, I know it.”

“I really hope so.”

—

“Have you seen that new chick Glenn and Carol brought back? She's a real looker.”

“I know, right? You think she's into blondes?”

“Even if she was, I doubt she'd go for your scrawny ass.”

“Easy, boys. She might not even be into guys. I could have a shot with her for all you know.”

Daryl groaned inwardly as he entered the cellblock. The new girl that Glenn and Carol brought in the day before was seemingly the hottest topic of discussion amongst everyone and he couldn't escape it, no matter where he tried to run to. Nobody, apart from Glenn, Carol, Rick and Hershel have officially met her, yet everybody had seemingly already formed an opinion about her. Although there were a lot of different opinions, everyone seemingly agreed on one thing; the new girl was hotter than hell.

Daryl was the only guy in the entire prison that hadn't seen her yet. He was out hunting when Carol and Glenn brought her back and he hasn't bothered to go out of his way to introduce himself to her ever since he got back. He'd meet her soon enough and he wasn't hoping to make friends with her. The more people he managed to keep at arm's length, the better.

“Yo, Daryl. What do you think about the new chick?” a guy called Mitchell asked him, snapping him from his thoughts.

Daryl shrugged. “Ain't met her yet,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Okay, but have you seen her?” another guy called Ronnie asked. “I'm telling you, man, hotter than the sun on a summer day. I'm hoping she'll let me hit at least once.”

“How 'bout ya leave the poor girl alone?” Daryl snapped, turning to face the group that was walking with him. “She ain't even been here two days and y'all are already ogling her like she's some prize to be won. Have some more respect.”

“Jeez,” Mitchell whistled. “What's got your panties up in a bunch?”

“Nothin',” Daryl muttered angrily, turning around to walk further into the cellblock. “Jus' wanna get this fuckin' job done and all y'all can do is yap 'bout some girl ya dun' even know properly. I dun' give two flyin' shits 'bout who or wha' ya talk 'bout, but do it after the job's done. Y'all ain't free loadin' here. Do yer job, earn yer keep.”

“Sorry,” a girl called Ariana muttered, sending him an apologetic look. “What do you need us to do?”

“Take those planks over there and take em to the guard tower. Rick wants to fortify it and wants it done by the end of the week.”

“What are you gonna do?” Ronnie asked, crossing his arms as he sized Daryl up.

Daryl glared at him and squared his shoulders, looking down on his shorter, scrawny frame. “Hershel needs help with somethin'. I believe ya can understand tha' if the doctor needs somethin' done, it's considered top priority?”

Ronnie shrunk under Daryl's intense glare, nodding quickly. “Yeah, of course.”

“Great.”

With that, Daryl turned on his heel and set off to find Hershel. He didn't have to search far, however, because Hershel halted him before he could go outside.

“Daryl, over here,” the old man called after him, halting him in his tracks.

Daryl turned and walked over to Hershel, nodding at him respectfully. “Wha' ya need, Doc?”

“I'm sure you've heard of the girl Carol and Glenn brought back yesterday by now?” Hershel questioned, chuckling at the slight groan Daryl emitted.

“Who hasn't? Apparently she's really good lookin'. Her looks has been all people has to say 'bout her.”

Hershel nodded. “Unfortunately, that is true. Only Rick, Glenn, Carol and myself has had the pleasure of meeting her personally up until this point. She's a lovely woman. Had no problem that there wasn't anything to ease the pain when I had to stitch her side and she's more than willing to get up and start working to earn her keep. She won't be able to for at least another day or so since her side needs to heal up a bit first, but Carol and Glenn did good with bringing her back. She'll fit right in.”

“Good,” Daryl nodded. “She a good fighter?”

“From what I understand, she's been out on her own since the beginning. She's not dead yet, so I'd say she's alright,” Hershel replied, adjusting on his crutches.

“Alrigh', now enough 'bout her. Wha' did ya need me to do?”

Hershel gave him an encouraging pat on the back, confusing the archer. “You're going to be one of the very few people who gets to say they met the new girl for the next couple of days. I was hoping you could help her fix her bunk? One of the legs on the bunk broke and she's dead set on repairing it. She won't let me help because she keeps insisting I've done enough for her, so I told her I would send someone else to help. She'll be expecting you.”

Daryl pursed his lips but nodded, parting ways with the older man. He walked over to the cell that Hershel had pointed towards and stopped at the doorway, hesitating to make his presence known.

You had your back turned towards the door, hunched over as you inspected the leg of the bunk. You weren't aware of the archer that stood a few feet behind you, engrossed entirely in your own thoughts. That was, until he spoke up behind you.

“Hey. Hershel said ya needed help?”

You froze at the voice, willing the supposed hallucination away. You slowly rose to your feet and turned, locking eyes with the one person you've been searching for since the world went to hell—your boyfriend, Daryl Dixon.

The moment Daryl locked eyes with you, a whirlwind of emotions flooded his being. Relief, love, happiness, wonder, sadness, confusion and so much more that he couldn't decipher. Although his first instinct was to wrap you in his arms and never let go of you again, he hesitated, refusing to believe you were real. He took a step back, his eyes wide as he looked at you.

You stared back at him with equal amounts of disbelief. You took a hesitant step forward. “Daryl?” you whispered. The man in front of you looked slightly different; a little bit older and his hair was longer, but there was no mistaking it. The man in front of you was Daryl.

Daryl remained silent, his eyes locked on you as you continued to take agonizingly slow steps towards him. He watched as you stopped in front of him and hesitantly raised your hand, bringing it to rest on his cheek. Daryl instantly melted into your familiar soft touch, and that was all the confirmation he needed. Without another thought, he gently grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, tightly clinging to you as he pressed multiple kisses to the top of your head.

“Yer real,” he whispered, a laugh of amazement falling from his lips. “Yer real. Yer alive. Yer actually still alive.”

You laughed quietly against his chest as you held onto him tightly, never wanting to let go ever again. Your laughter soon turned into sobs, tears of relief and happiness falling from your eyes.

“I thought I'd never see you again,” you whispered through your tears, burying your face into his chest. “I thought you were dead, Dar.”

“'M here,” he whispered into your ear, a few tears of his own falling from his eyes. “'M alive. Yer alive. 'M never lettin' ya go ever again. 'M sorry I ever left tha' day in the first place.”

“It's okay. I'm sorry, too. I never should've asked you to cut Merle out of your life. He's your brother. It was unreasonable of me.”

“Nah, it wasn't,” he denied, placing another gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Ya were jus' lookin' out fer me. I never shoulda gotten mad at ya in the first place.”

“Let bygones be bygones?” you whispered against his chest.

Daryl chuckled before nodding. “Yeah, of course.”

The two of you held onto each other for a couple of moments longer until you pulled back. Daryl was about to voice his protest until you pressed your lips against his in an urgent kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms settled on your waist, pulling you closer into him as he kissed you back. There was no lustful hunger behind the kiss—there was only love and longing, two broken parts finally reuniting and mending together as one.

Daryl pulled back and placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I missed ya so much,” he whispered, willing the lump in his throat to go away.

“I missed you too. More than you even know,” you replied, cupping Daryl's cheek with one of your hands. “But I found you. I finally found you.”

Daryl leaned into your touch before turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand. However, he soon pulled away from you and strode over to your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

“C'mon,” he said, taking your hand in his as he pulled you to walk beside him.

“Where are we going?” you questioned, falling into step beside the man you loved.

“There ain't no need fer ya to sleep in there. Yer gonna sleep with me in my cell,” Daryl said simply, pulling you along to his cell.

You giggled but said nothing, silently following him into his cell. When he placed your bags down on the floor, Daryl placed a soft kiss on your lips before stalking out of the cell.

“Where are you going?” you called after him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“'M gonna find tha' prick who objectified ya and teach him a lesson. Yer hot as fuck, yes, that much I can accept people sayin', but Ronnie implied he wanted to sleep with ya outrigh'. He's really gonna regret sayin' tha' in a few moments. Dun' even try to talk me outta it.”

“Hey, Dar?” you called after him, halting him in his tracks. “I love you.”

Daryl smiled at you. “I definitely love ya more.”

#krys writes .ೃ࿐#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x reader #the walking dead #twd daryl #norman reedus #norman reedus x reader

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pinkydevil16 · 1 year

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can you do a blurb or a fic (your choice) of doing coke off Rafes abs then riding him? he’s surprised bc we are v much subs but it turns him on.

If this makes you uncomfortable I’m so sorry! Love your work!

Rafe Cameron x reader 18+

"Baby, slow down baby." Y/n shook her head as she bounced ontop of her boyfriend, not used to being in control but the coke flowing through her veins made her bold, his hands bruising her hips as she bent down. Snorting the line off his pec, Rafe watching as her eyes dilated, a grin coming over her face as she rolled her hips, eyes rolling back as she moaned loudly.

"Look so hot like this." Rafe spoke as he pushed her hips down, Y/n cumming as pleasure shocked through her body, the coke fueling her as he held her down, putting a line on her breast and snorting it as he fell back, smacking her butt as she whined and began bouncing again.

"You want to be on top then you need to work baby, fuck look at your tits." Rafe grabbing them as he placed another line on his pec, Y/n whimpering as she kissed her way down to the line, snorting it as Rafe thrust upwards, almost knocking her off as she gripped his arms.

"Do you need help beautiful huh? Need your boyfriend to fuck you dumb like always or do you think you can do it." He'd never admit it but he was turned on by the bolder side, he loved his submissive girl but seeing her climb into his lap and push him down so she could ride him whilst snorting coke off his chest had made his whole world crash down and be rebuilt around that image. Y/n whimpering as she shook her head, sitting up and rolling her hips, each roll making her body jolt as her clit brushed against him, hands holding onto his chest as she rose up and began bouncing again. Barely able to do it as Rafe lifted his legs, holding her hips and thrusting up into her at an angle that made her fall forward, Rafe tutting and pushing her body back up.

"Hold yourself up and take it." Y/n nodding as his hands ran along her body, one grasping at her breast as his other held her jaw, his thumb in her mouth as she arched her back mouth open and drooling over his thumb as she whined and moaned. Rafe's thrusts hitting her perfectly as she came again, body going limp as he pulled her into his chest and came into her, thrusting deep into her as she moaned his name. His hands coming to pet her hair and coo at her.

"Did so good for me, god you looked so hot like that. I'm gonna give you 5 minutes whilst you warm my cock and you're doing it again." Y/n moaning as she felt him harden inside of her, nodding her head high off the coke and Rafe as she laid against his chest panting.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #outer banks rafe #outerbanks rafe #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #Rafe cameron x reader smut

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mamaestapa · 9 months

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I haven’t seen anyone do anything like this but what about a dad Joe blurb but they have teenagers?

Rough Night|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: Joe is in charge of being home with your four teenage children while you’re out with friends…

•warnings: some fluff, teenagers, angsty teenagers lol, mentions of periods, and dad joe which isn’t a warning bc we ❤️ dad joe

“DAD!” Hazel bellowed from the top of the stairs. Joe sighed and put his protein shake down on the counter. “Yeah?!” He shouted back.

The seventeen year old huffed out a sigh before her heavy footsteps were heard running down the stairs. His daughter walked into the kitchen wearing an annoyed expression as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Mom said I could go out with Charlie tonight.”

Joe’s eyes widened as he laughed in disbelief, “Absolutely not.” Hazel rolled her eyes and plopped down on a barstool. She was not happy with her dads answer.

“Why not?” she pouted, “Mom said it was fine.” Joe shook his head at his daughters words. “Well your mom isn’t here right now, which means that I’m in charge. No boys.”

“Ugh,” she scoffed, “this is so unfair. Josie is out with her boyfriend.”

“Josie is also nineteen and doesn’t technically live at home anymore. You do, young lady.”

Hazel crossed her arms over her chest and huffed out another sigh. She loved her dad, but she didn’t love his rules when it was just him at home with her and her siblings. They could have friends over, but no boyfriends. And they absolutely could not leave the house—unless it was planned in advance. You didn’t necessarily have these same rules as Joe did with your kids, but you knew he was doing it to be a protective father. Joe values his privacy, especially when it comes to his family. He only has these rules in place because he wants to protect his kids.

“Dad,” Hazel gave Joe a pleading look, “can I have Charlie over here?” Joe shook his head as he opened the fridge to get a bottle of water. “No.”

“Fine.” Hazel sighed in defeat. As Hazel slouched down in the barstool, a loud screech came from upstairs. Joe slammed the fridge shut and looked at Hazel with furrowed brows. Hazel just shrugged and turned her attention back to her phone. Joe rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath as he left the kitchen and jogged up the stairs. He heard an annoyed groan come from his fourteen year old daughter Ivy’s room. Her door was cracked open, and she had her hand on the top of her dark blonde wavy hair as she paced around her room.

“Shit. This is the worst day of my life.” Ivy groaned out. Joe frowned slightly, wondering what possibly could have happened to his daughter to make her this worked up over the day. Joe brought his fist up to the door, knocking softly.

“Hey sweetie, you OK in there? I heard you scream.” Joe said softly, his voice laced with concern. He heard Ivy sigh from the other side of the door before she replied.

“It’s nothing, just,” she opened the door, making eye contact with Joe, “just go away dad.” Joe frowned as he looked at his daughter. Ivy stayed silent as she huffed out a sigh. Her chin suddenly started to quiver as she made eye contact with her dad.

“What’s wrong, Ivy?”

The teens chin wobbled even more before she dried her eyes and groan in frustration, letting everything out to her dad.

“I got my period today, and I bled through so now my favorite pair of jeans is ruined. I had to throw them away, and on top of that, my physics grade just went down to a D today.”

“Oh.” Joe’s face dropped as he gulped. Even if he wasn’t freaked out by it, you were always the one that helped the girls in this department.

“Well,” he cleared his throat. Joe knew he had to be supportive for his daughter. He has three daughters and a wife, so he’s a pro when it comes to periods. “I can help you with physics sweetie, don’t sweat it.”

Ivy nodded, sniffling softly, “Thanks dad.” Joe smiled softly, “Of course. Can I get you anything? Heating pad, ice cream, anything?”

Ivy shook her head, she was thankful for her dads offer, but she declined. “No, I just want to be alone right now. But thanks dad, I appreciate it.”

Joe nodded, walking forward to engulf his daughter in a hug. Ivy instantly wrapped her arms around her dad, squeezing him gently. A hug from him always made things better. She thanked him again and Joe left the room, the letting his youngest daughter be by herself for the time being. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he went back downstairs. Upon entering the kitchen, he saw his son Jace sitting at the counter and chowing down on leftover pizza. Joe smiled as he saw his son. He walked up behind Jace and ruffled his blonde hair.

All of the girls resembled you the most, with Hazel being your “twin”. But Jace, Jace was a carbon copy of Joe. Jace was your “oops” baby. Your “oops” baby that looked exactly like Joe. He always has, even when he was just two days old. Now, at almost thirteen, Jace still looked just like his father.

“Hey J.” Joe greeted his son. Jace smiled up at his dad, swallowing his mouthful of food. “Hey dad.” He responded, “want a piece?” Joe shook his head and sat down next to his youngest. “You enjoy.” Joe looked around the kitchen, noticing that Hazel was no longer sitting at the barstool she was at earlier. He pointed toward the empty seat. “Where’s your sister?”

“Up in her room calling Charlie and sulking about not being able to go out with him.”

Joe just chuckled in amusement. Of course she was sulking about not getting to see her boyfriend for the fifth day in a row. Joe looked over at his son, reaching out to pat his sons shoulder as he said, “Enjoy your pizza. I’m going to go watch some film, you can join me if you want.”

The boy nodded eagerly, wiping the crumbs from his hands as he stood up from the barstool and followed his dad into his film room. Jace was always up for watching film with his dad, especially since he was quarterback just like Joe. The two sat down on the couch and got comfortable as Joe set up his most recent watch. Joe and Jace were watching film for about a half hour before you got home from your friends birthday party. You walked into the house, greeted by a messy house, but a peaceful silence. You smiled to yourself as you heard Joe’s voice coming from his film room. He was explaining the play in great detail to your son Jace.

You walked into the room, greeting your husband and son with a soft hello. Joe glanced up at you, a wide grin on his face as he greeted you. He moved over so there was room for you on the couch too. You sat down between him and Jace, resting your hand on Joe’s thigh as Jace wrapped an arm around your torso to give you a brief hug.

You chuckled as you noticed how Jace’s blue eyes never once left the screen. You gently squeezed Joe’s thigh and looked up at him. He seemed a little tense, you could tell he must’ve had a rough night with your teenagers. Joe looked down at you, immediately softening under your gaze.

“Rough night?” you asked, voice soft. Joe chuckled, reaching out to squeeze your thigh, “You have no idea.”

You smiled in amusement. As much as you love your teenage girls, they can be quite the handful sometimes.

“I’m just glad you’re home.” Joe said with a smile. You returned the smile and leaned your head on Joe’s shoulder as you watched film with your boys.

You couldn’t wait to hear about how the night went from your girls in the morning.

hey loves!!

dad joe blurb to start the night! i thought this was a great request anon. i usually write dad joe with infants or young children, so writing dad joe with teenagers was definitely different for me!

i hope you all enjoyed this one, there’s more coming later🤍

also, should i start making a taglist for blurb night?? i’ve thought about it, but i’m not sure

as always, feel free to send me blurb ideas!! i may not get to them tonight of course, but i will for future blurb nights!

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #joe burrow imagines #joe burrow blurbs #dad joe #blurb night!

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sunnitheapollokid · 19 days

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SUNNI CAN I REQUEST A LEO X READER TYYYY 💗💗💗

🩰┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。DANCING WITH FIRE ➳♡゛

leo valdez x ballerina!reader blurb <3

📬 sunni’s notes : HI ARTIST!! OF COURSE!! i didn’t know what specific fic you wanted, but i just thought about this (bc i too am a dancer i fucking love dancing but it’s such a pain in the booty my legs and feet always feel like shit after.) AND I JUST FEEL LIKE LEO WITH A DANCER. WOULD BE SO. KENSJSBNA. i just feel like he would be so supportive. also i’m thinking of doing hoo sevens some headcanons and cabin headcanons what do you guys wanna see first?!? okay, lub you!!

(name) groaned, as she massaged the sole’s of her feet. “oh titan..” she mumbled, tucking a lose strand of her hair out of her face and behind her ear.

finishing her last class of the week, she felt the weight lift off her shoulders. “later, (nickname)!” a few of her friends from that class waved, their sportsbag slinged over their shoulders.

“bye girls!!” she beamed. the quiet silence of the mirrored room got to (name)’s head quickly, she took her phone out and plugged it into the speaker. she played any one of her favorite songs.

she stretched and exterted her body to until she felt warmed up, and she twirled, spinned, gracefully. the flows of her tiny silk skirt dancing with her and the wind, with a chasse and a flick of a kick—

“princessa?”

the voice of her boyfriend’s echoed the room, the sweet honey smile of his lighting up the already sunshine filled room.

“amor!” she exclaimed, landing on the flats of her feet and smiling to see him leaning by the door’s frame. “you look,” he snickered, walking over to her to give her a kiss on the back of her hand.

(name) looked messy, at least to her. her hair was frizzy from all the sweat, the warmers of her legs were railing down and nonetheless, her feet felt like hell.

“beautiful.” she affectionately rolled her eyes to give him another kiss on the cheek. leo was wearing the usual white tank, and baggy pants covered in grease, signifying his time at the forge. it was a little funny to people when they found out that (name) and leo had started dating.

(name) was clean, precise, and graceful. like a swan. while leo was messy, spontaneous, and a real klutz sometimes. like a raccoon. but they meshed so well together, it starts to make sense when you truly think about it.

“you can’t be serious babe.” she snickered, leo could just melt at that. “i am deadly serious.” he spun her around like you’d usually do at a ball or gala.

she sighed dreamily as they locked eye contact before leo leaned in to kiss her, a good “mm..” coming out of leo’s lips before bringing up the showcase. “how’s practice?” he asked with a wide grin.

she shook her head with a deep frown, “still.. working on it.” leo mirrored the frown on his girlfriend’s face. “sit down baby.” he spoke softly, you kneeling down to criss-cross and so did he.

he massaged her feet while he hummed, “you’re going to be there right?” she smiled, her eyes glued to his hands rubbing her feet. “course i will!” he laughed, “i’ll be there at the very front being embarassing and yelling out,”

“FUCK YEAH LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND TWIRL— BITCHES!”

she cackled, their voices echoeing the room like a harmony. “gods, don’t do that. you’ll get kicked out before the second act.” the blood from leo’s face diminished. “i’m kidding.” she laughed.

“did i mention how pretty you look?” leo shot, the music still playing in the background — which was absolutely perfect. the way that the sun shone over (name)’s eyes sent leo over the moon. and the way leo’s curls fell on his motoroil-covered face was so perfect, it made (name) melt.

“you did.”

“don’t think so.”

“yeah?”

“well if i didn’t, let me say it, you look so, so, beautiful, cariño.”

(guys just imagine the chorus of unstoppable - camila mora from the “leap!” soundtrack in the background)

and he kissed her forehead another time.

—

(name) stepped into the light with a smile, her beautiful pink costume making her look like a princess. graceful as ever, she gave a courtesy as the crowd cheered. but all she ever looked for was leo.

there in the middle and the front, leo was yelling the loudest of them all, a bouquet of her favorite flowers in his hands. he cupped his hand over his mouth to yell, “(NAME)!! MAMI I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!! YEAH THAT’S MY GIRL!!”

she giggled, lifting her head up to give him numerous flying kisses. leo had pretended to catch them and kissing his palm in the process.

backstage, leo had engulfed her in a hug, the flowers almost destroyed. “d’you hear me?!” he asked with a smile. she nodded, laughing.

“people we’re wondering who said ‘look at my girlfriend twirl bitches!’ in the middle of act two.”

“can’t help that i’m so proud of you princessa.”

they stayed in each other’s arms for a good second, before (name) knocked out in his arms and he had to bring her home.

#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡#sunni does not sleep #sunni's sunkisses ☼ *.#pjoverse #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x ballerina

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torialefay · 4 months

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My Grimoire 🪄 Masterlist

started: jan 05, 2024

last update: april 28, 2024

total works: 48

Series:

☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (series): bangchan x reader (maybe, hehe u will have to see); jungkook x reader (also a maybe bc i’m evil); fluff, smut, angst; ONGOING

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

✨bangchan as your boyfriend (astrology series); bangchan x reader; COMPLETE

Pt 1: Venus in Scorpio pt. 1

Venus in Scorpio pt. 2

Pt 2: Sun in Libra

Pt 3: Mars in Sagittarius

Pt 4: Moon in Libra

Pt 5: Mercury in Libra

One Shots/Drabbles:

🗡️ The Eaten Heart 🍷 (oneshot; smut)

📞 “Bye Basket” 💬 (drabble; fluff)

I Think You're Really Pretty Too 🤭 (oneshot; smut)

🪞Mirror Image🪞 (oneshot; smut)

Do You Want to Try? (oneshot; smut)

Morning Sex with Chan (oneshot; fluffy smut)

🎶 Dating Chan Sounds Like 🎶 (fluff/angst playlist)

Slow Morning/ Doing Chan’s Hair (oneshot; fluff)

Series:

✨minho as your boyfriend (astrology series); minho x reader; running now

Pt 1: 🗝️ Sun in Scorpio ♠️

Pt 2: Moon in Sagittarius 🚩🚩

One Shots/Drabbles:

✨ you want a baby, huh? (one shot; smut)

✨ Whatever Makes You Feel Better. Period. (oneshot; smut)

✨ One Hell of a Workout 💣

✨changbin as your boyfriend (astrology series); changbin x reader; COMING SOON!!!

✨🍭 Don't Cry, I Thought You Liked It 🍭 (hyunjin oneshot; smut)

✨you know whose you are (oneshot; smut)

✨hyunjin as your boyfriend (astrology series); hyunjin x reader; COMING SOON!!!

✨Jealous Sex with Han (one shot; smut)

✨ Praise for the Princess 🎀 (one shot; smut)

✨jisung as your boyfriend (astrology series); jisung x reader; COMING SOON!!!

✨Home Will Always Be Here Too 🏠📍 (oneshot; smut)

✨ Say It Right (oneshot; smut)

✨felix as your boyfriend (astrology series); felix x reader; COMING SOON!!!

✨🍷 I Want Your Lips 🌪️ (oneshot; smut)

✨seungmin as your boyfriend (astrology series); seungmin x reader; COMING SOON!!!

✨public sex with jeongin 🤫 (oneshot; smut)

✨"What Did You Wish For?" 🎂 (oneshot; smut)

✨jeongin as your boyfriend (astrology series); jeongin x reader; COMING SOON!!!

✨SKZ's Reaction to Your Drunken Confession🍾 (ot8 drabble; fluff)

Smut Requests 💋💦

please know that i WILL get to your request as soon as i'm able to

i try to write these out in the order that i receive them, so if i have a lot of requests, it will take a few weeks before i can get it done

the only exception to this rule is if i have several requests for the same member in a row. i may move up the list to another member if this is the case :)

Natal Chart Readings 🔮

i offer free natal chart compatibility readings with 1 skz member of your choice

if interested, send the following to my ask box/inbox (NOT to my messages pls <3) :

your natal chart or placements (i recommend Cafe Astrology or Astro-Seek for their user friendliness!)

which member you'd like me to assess with you (OR alternatively, i can write for which member i think is best suited to you)

please specify your pronouns!

compatibility reading requests are always open, but it does take me a while to work through them. please be patient, as i do them in order of when i receive them. each takes me ~30 mins - 1 hour, so i can't do very many in a day. i PROMISE i will get to yours within a few weeks!!!

• i will not write for minors

Random SKZ Blurbs/Requests

✨ Chan in a relationship/ would he be an asshole? (astrology)

✨ Does Chan have a daddy/corruption kink? && Does he have a caregiver complex?

✨ What type of person does Chan need, and who can he not be with? (Non-astro, just my opinions)

✨ Lil drabble over “The Eaten Heart” from my fav lil 🦇 anon <3

✨ Drabble on Chan's "Eternity" SKZ Record

✨ How does Chan act when he gets jealous/possessive?

My Anons (just ask if you'd like to have your own ❤️)

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pedriscroquettes · 7 months

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awww poor gavi being so stressed i was wondering is the only reason he pushes himself so hard for studying too bc he wants to compete with reader or are there other deeper reasons? you dont have to answer if its spoilery im just curious !

another academic rival!gavi blurb for y’all 🫶🏽

warnings. injury trauma & lowkey suggestive content.

a/n. guys i’ve gotten attached to them i’m afraid…

the bond that had formed between the two of you had caused the two of you to begin studying together. your dad has once walked in on the two of you staring intently at your professor’s old lectures trying to figure out what part of the solution method you had missed. he was so confused but you simply glared at him and he never brought up the topic again. to be honest even if he has asked anyways you wouldn’t have known what to tell him. you couldn’t just tell your father that you were hooking up with the boy next door because it was the only thing helping you from losing your sanity.

currently gavi was trying to finish his research paper for his sports medicine class. he was quite frustrated that his professor had also asked his class to not only write about the physical effects of an acl tear but the psychological effects as well. you were too engrossed in your own work that you didn’t notice how intensely he was looking at images he was using for reference. the picture of the player in pain brought back memories he had hoped to have forgotten about.

for his fifteenth birthday his father had gifted him lower section tickets to a real betis match. he remembered how excited he was to see his hometown team play, to see them on the pitch. he also was looking forward to entering the stadium and getting that fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he analyzed every inch of the stadium hoping to play a match in there in the future.

the game had started off slow with both of the teams not allowing each other to score. that is until things heated up between both teams. one moment the ball would be in real betis’s box and the next in the opposing team. gavi was excited that the game was building up, he just wanted to see someone score a goal already. then it happened a player from the opposing team had finally gotten fed up with the defense and how they couldn’t keep the ball away from their goalpost. so he did the job himself tackling the real betis forward.

the crowd immediately burst out into chants yelling at the referee to give him a red card, which he did. but gavi could only stare as the player lay on the ground screaming in pain. his screams replayed in his mind from time to time. he had never been able to shake off the image of the player being taken away in a stretcher. he thought that had been the worse thing to happen that night but then the next day he saw on the news how it was confirmed the player would never play again. the injury forcing him into early retirement.

that day he realized that if he did achieve his dreams they could always be stripped away from him. so he spent hours studying. he didn’t miss a single class from then on out. fearing that if one day his career was taken from him he wouldn’t have nothing to do. he’d just be gavi the failed football star with nothing to his name except a bunch of “what if’s?”

“pablo?” you called his name for the fifth time.

“huh? oh hmm?” he perked his head up noticing your concerned glare.

“what happened?” you sat up on his bed.

“nothing just daydreaming.” he was lying and you could tell.

you stood up and walked towards his desk. the cold floor making you tingle as you made your way towards him. careful to not cause a mess on his desk you slip into his lap. he welcomes you as he scoots you closer to his body. he doesn’t realize he’s grinning like a little kid until you tease him about it. his cheeks going pink at your teasing.

“nothing? pablo you’ve been staring at your laptop for like ten minutes without writing anything and you’re going to lie to me? yeah okay.” you playfully confront him about his lying.

“really it’s nothing! can’t a boy live?” he smiles up at you.

“okay fine don’t tell me.” his hand begins roaming your back trying to discreetly make its way to your ass. which you simply shove away. “no. if you can’t be honest with me you can keep your hands to yourself.”

“oh so it’s like that now?” he laughs but quickly stops once he realizes you’re being for real. “oh come on!”

“you can do whatever you want as long as you tell me what’s wrong.” you reply.

so he does. he tells you about his fears and you tell him about yours. you assure him that he’ll be fine and he assures you that you’ll eventually figure out what you want to do after school. his kisses change that night, they have feelings to them now. you even stay for dinner, the paéz family happily welcoming you. aurora teases his brother that night but she also notices the way her brother looks at you. with the same look she looks at her boyfriend.

#academic rival!gavi #like bad gyal said ese nene es mi loba 😔#pablo gavi x reader #gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #gavi imagine #pablo gavi smut #gavi smut #football imagine #football smut #gabri writes

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headfullofpresley · 8 months

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Welcome back to tumblr, Tam! I wanted to see if you’re taking requests and if you are…could we see 50s!El giving the reader a facial and maybe he accidentally cums in her eye.

Idk that would be some funny shit…😂

hi nonnie, thank you so much! decided to make this into a blurb even though i never write blurbs (simply bc i always get carried away lol), but i love this idea! i'm a sucker for the funny, mundane shit. hope you like it! 💗

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝

Word count: 858

Warning(s): strong language, handjob, facial, elvis cummin' in your eye.

“Faster, faster, oh fuck- faster, baby..” Elvis grunted as he stood in front of you, feet planted firmly on the floor of his bedroom, head thrown back as his lips were parted. His chest was heaving up and down heavily, the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening letting you know he was close to falling apart. Usually, you knew that at this point, you’d have to put his cock in your mouth to let him paint the back of your tongue white.

You were a good girlfriend like that.

And you were an even better girlfriend for agreeing to his idea of having him cum on your face. After all, he just came back from his two year long stint in Germany and you had missed being intimate with him so much that you didn’t even protest to this naughty little fantasy of his.

You were completely focused on the task as your hand was moving faster and faster, ignoring the slight ache in your wrist. What was about to come made you determined and while this had been Elvis’ idea, you were curious about it too. He always brought out the naughty and wild side in you and every time you had sex with your boyfriend, you were completely swept up into the moment.

“Shit… Little, y-yes,” he grunted as he looked down at you, quickly replacing your hand with his own, continuing your work. You took it as a sign to get ready and sat there all pretty on your knees, hands placed on your thighs. He grunted as he panted heavily, mumbling something about you having to close your eyes but you were too eager and lost in the moment to register his words. You barely had time to register them to be quite frank, because in a matter of seconds, warm spurts of cum landed on your face and your eyelashes fluttered in a reflex.

You wanted to see the whole thing happening, but that probably wasn’t the best idea.

As some of it managed to creep into your left eye, you didn’t even have time to cuss at your boyfriend for having some of his cum land in your hair, because you felt as if your eye was on fire. Letting out a panicked shriek, you squeezed your eye shut and covered it with your hand. Elvis didn’t notice it at first, until he saw you sitting back on the floor and fanning your hand in front of your closed eye, too scared to open it.

Elvis, unfortunately, didn’t have the time to admire his creation on your face as he saw the state you were in. Kneeling down next to you, he gently grabbed your chin and looked at your face. “Baby, are you okay?”

You glared at him with one eye, grasping the tissues he held out to you he got from the box on the bedside table, shoving him away. “You came into my eye, you idiot!”

Elvis sat on his knees opposite you, putting his hands on your knees as he watched you rub your eye with the tissues for a second. He should be worried, and he really was worried, but he couldn’t help but to see the humor in it. You looked at him as he let out a roaring laugh, managing to slowly open your assaulted eye, which was red and teary.

“I t-told you.. told you to close your eyes!” Elvis stuttered as he laughed hysterically, and laughing even harder as you gave him another shove and he fell back on the floor. You wanted to be angry at him and give him a hard time, but it didn’t take you long to be laughing just as hard as he was.

“I’m never doing that again!” You told him after the two of you had calmed down a little and your eyes didn’t sting as much anymore after Elvis had inspected it and kept a damp washing cloth against it, while also cleaning the rest of your face.

“Don’t say that, baby,” He grinned as he smothered your face with kisses, ignoring how he could still taste himself on your skin a little. “’S not like you’ve gone blind, now did’ya?”

“Well, sure felt like it!”

He laughed his contagious belly-laugh again and wrapped his arms around you, getting off the floor and rolling in between the sheets on the bed with you. Before you knew it, he was already on top of you and in between your legs again, grinning down at you. “I’ll make it up to ya real good, Little,”

“You better,” You smiled at him as you trap him in your embrace by wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, keeping him close against you as he leaned down and kissed you.

For the rest of the night, he made it up to you.

Again, and again, and again.

And every time, he made sure to be mindful of your left eye, kissing your eyelid lovingly as he reminded you how much he missed you when he was away in Germany for those long two years.

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Sammy is so happy after last nights win for BC- especially since Will got his first hat trick and was named mvp of the game 🥺

no one else i’d rather celebrate with

yes she was! she had the game on her computer in her dorm where both her and hannah were cheering for the boys as they watched them celebrate on the ice.

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)

samy couldn’t be more proud of her boyfriend for tonight & they desperately wished they were in the same place to celebrate

i wrote this at like 1 am and i’m actually pretty happy with the outcome LOL keep sending in requests! i’m slowly working though my inbox, but i wanted to get this one out since it just happened and i didn’t wanna wait too long :)

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as soon as the buzzer sounded, samy was jumping out of her chair, screaming in excitement with hannah. the two girls grasped one another’s arms, nearly in tears as all the boys immediately stormed the ice to celebrate one another and the hockey east victory.

“they won! holy shit, they won!” hannah couldn’t stop screaming, probably making their neighbors wonder what the hell was happening.

samy scanned her screen for her boyfriend. she quickly found his number 6 and the big smile on his lips warming her heart seeing him so, so happy. she couldn’t believe he scored four entire goals and his very first hat trick of his career.

despite all of the joy in her, the disappointment settled beside it that she couldn’t be there in person celebrating with him and the boys. this was the worst part about long distance. they had to celebrate over a facetime, hiding the disappointment that they weren’t together in person.

the cameras were panning to different shots of the bc boys celebrating. one picked up the freshman exchanging tight hugs with one another. samy’s heart warmed seeing will and gabe exchange a loving, proud hug with one another and she knew how much both of them dreamed of this moment together.

“i’m so proud of them,” the brunette gushed, her eyes glued to her computer.

“they played so well. i just know they have a national title in their future,” hannah agreed.

another few minutes passed before awards and honors started getting announced once the commotion settled down.

“with four goals and 1 assist in tonight’s championship game, we would like to announce forward, will smith, as the 2024 hockey east tournament mvp!”

more screams were heard across the small dorm. samy couldn’t contain her excitement watching will skate up to the coaches, another huge smile on his lips as he stood up between them for the photo and his plaque.

all of his hard work finally payed off. the brunette knew how hard he worked all season for this moment and seeing it all come together had tears lining the girl’s eyes.

“oh my god, you’re crying,” hannah pulled her roommate into a tight hug.

“sorry, i’m just so proud of him. he deserves this so much,” samy wiped some of her tears away.

oh how badly she wished she was there in person to give will a giant hug as soon as he walked out of the locker room.

all-tournament was announced with will and gabe included. samy loved how big their smiles were getting praised for doing so well in the sport they loved.

the live stream ended leaving the girl to patiently wait for will’s call. she knew it’d probably be awhile with press and celebrating with the team, so she tried busying herself with some schoolwork.

will’s contact flashed across her screen forty minutes later. samy didn’t waste anytime picking it up, smiling wide when she saw her boyfriend’s own smiling face.

“we’re tournament champions!!” the boy exclaimed and showed off his impressive medal.

“i know!! i’m so, so proud of you, will! you deserve it,” the girl gushed, blowing quick kisses into the camera.

“did you see my four goals?” will asked excitedly and samy nodded.

“watched the entire game. you played so well. i can’t believe you got four goals,” she gushed again.

“me neither. it still feels like a dream i haven’t woken up from. look at my plaque!” he held up the circular piece of hardware with the words most valuable player carved across the bottom.

“it’s incredible. where are you gonna hang it up?” samy wondered.

“i’m thinking right above my bed. what do you think?” will flipped the camera around so samy could see. she nodded.

“i like it there. gotta show it off,” she grinned. will flipped the camera back around, propping his phone against something so he could lean back in his desk chair. his curls were damp from his shower still and he still had his suit on.

“i wish you were here. i miss you,” the blonde said with a sad smile.

“i wish i was there too. at least you got the boys to celebrate with,” the brunette chuckled some.

“i’d rather celebrate with you. i came out of the locker room just instinctively thinking you’d be there waiting like always. i forgot you wouldn’t be,” will’s confession had samy’s heart clenching. a blush spread across her cheeks as she tried finding something to cheer him up with.

“at least summer’s only two months away,” the girl offered.

“two months too long. doing all of this without you by my side like always has been hard to adjust to,” will leaned forward closer to his phone. his second admission was gonna make samy cry.

long distance really did suck sometimes. especially during moments like these ones.

“you’re gonna make me cry,” the girl frowned, but smiled nonetheless.

“i’m sorry, i don’t mean to. i miss you a lot. i really can’t wait for summer,” will chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

“your haircut looks nice by the way,” samy commented which instantly made will touch his hair. he flushed.

“it does?”

“mhm. your short hair is cute,” the girl nodded.

“gabe begged me to get a mullet, but i just couldn’t do it. i figured i’d cut in shorter to get rid of dead ends,” the boy chuckled earning a giggle from samy.

she dragged her finger across her desk, seeing the time tick closer and closer to 10:30. she had early morning practice tomorrow and she knew will probably had celebrating to do with the boys after their big win.

“i should probably let you go. you probably have a party to get to or something to celebrate the win,” samy said after a moment despite not wanting to hang up the call so soon.

“what? no. you’re hanging up already?” will quickly sat up. his words had her flushing.

“i mean..i don’t wanna keep you from the parties,” she laughed briefly.

“no, no, you’re not. i promise. i told you i’d rather be celebrating with you,” will urged.

“really? i mean there’s not much we can do over the phone. we can celebrate over the summer. belated celebration. maybe there will even be a national title to celebrate too,” the girl grinned.

“let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” the blonde laughed. “you know i’d rather spend the night on the phone with you than at some party where i’d just be thinking of you the whole time, right?” he searched her eyes through the screen. another blush spread scores the brunette’s cheeks.

“you’re sure?” samy asked just to make sure. she hated keeping will from doing things with his friends because she truly didn’t mind knowing tonight was a big night.

“i’m sure,” will stuck his pinky out.

samy copped his motion and the two pretended to hook their pinkies together.

“plus, i can think of a few ways we can celebrate over the phone,” a look crossed in will’s eyes and samy immediately knew what he was thinking.

her poor blush got even worse, glad that hannah was in the bathroom so she didn’t hear what he said.

“will!”

all that could be heard was a laugh from his end and the two sharing wide smiles.

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sleepy head ~ harry styles

word count: 1467

request?: yes!

“Hey! I request for the first time so I don't really know how much descriptive I have to be so yeah sorry if something's wrong,could I maybe request a Harry styles X reader where the reader has a bad habit of sleeping almost the whole day and when Harry wakes her up late in the afternoon she realizes that she missed yet another day with him and he comforts her beacuse she feels sad and guilty?(I hope this is understandable bc it's kind a problem of mine) thank you ♥️”

description: in which she struggles with staying awake and it makes her feel bad because she misses so much time with her boyfriend

pairing: harry styles x female!reader

warnings: rpf, more like a blurb than an imagine but...y’know

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You had no idea what it was that made you so sleepy all the time. You had gone to the doctor and had your thyroid levels and your iron checked, both of which came back fine. You had taken melatonin to try and sleep through an entire night. You even tried drinking coffee and energy drinks to get you through the day. So far, nothing really worked. You were still perpetually tired.

If you had work or any plans that meant you had to leave the house, you were usually awake enough to partake. But the minute you were home, your bed would be beckoning for you, and it was nearly impossible for you to resist.

It was something you already had a lot of issues with, and you were trying to work on it, but it especially became a problem when you started dating Harry.

Harry would never say it bothered him. He was adamant whenever it was brought up that he wasn’t bothered by how often you slept. You, however, were very bothered and felt incredibly bad whenever you slept in late, or when slept your entire day away. You had such little time with him since he was always so busy, and you didn’t want to lose that time by sleeping all day.

On one of the last days before Harry had to leave for tour, the two of you had planned to spend the whole day together. You set an alarm for early that morning so you could get up and fight off the sleep you were sure would try and convince you to stay in bed.

The second the alarm went off, you got out of bed and got ready. You got dressed, made a cup of coffee, washed your face with cold water to wake yourself up more, and made breakfast. You texted Harry to say good morning and to ask when he wanted to start your day together. You were almost finished eating when you got his response: “good morning, love. i’m not long awake, so it’ll probably be an hour or two before i’m ready if that’s okay.”

“of course! see you then ❤️”

Now you just had to stay awake for maybe two hours.

You washed the dishes, even dried them and put them away. You finished your first cup of coffee and put on the kettle for another. While the water was boiling, you went to brush your teeth and splashed your face with cold water again. You paced the kitchen as you waited for your coffee to cool down enough to drink. You couldn’t let yourself sit down. You knew the moment you did, you would risk being hit my fatigue and falling asleep.

You looked at the time on your clock and realized only 30 minutes had passed since Harry had texted you. He hadn’t sent another message yet to say he was ready. You groaned as you pocketed your phone again.

“I’ve had two cups of coffee,” you said to yourself. “That should be good enough to keep me awake.”

So, you moved to the living room and sat down on the couch. You sat as straight as possible, not even allowing yourself to lean on the arm rest or to slouch. You opened TikTok on your phone and started the mindless scrolling. You figured that would be the best way to pass the time. It was easy to fall down a TikTok rabbit hole and lose an hour or more.

Eventually, your back started to hurt from the unnatural way you were sitting. You allowed yourself to lean against the arm rest. But then the leaning turned into laying down. You were on your side with your phone in your hand, TikTok still open. Your eyes were growing heavy, but you fought against them. It wouldn’t be much longer till Harry was ready. You had to stay awake.

But it was a losing battle, and soon enough, your eyes were closed and you were sound asleep.

~~~~~~

You jumped awake at the feeling of someone’s hand touching your arm. You quickly sat up, the post sleep confusion still clinging to you.

“Hey, it’s okay It’s just me.”

You blinked your blurry eyes a few times until you focused on the familiar face of your boyfriend.

You smiled, sheepishly. “Hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s alright. It took me a little longer to get ready than I expected.”

You stretched your arms over your head. “What time is it?”

“Um...almost 4?”

“What?!”

Your phone was on the floor, probably having fallen when you fell asleep. You picked it up to check the time to see he was right, it was almost 4pm. You also saw you had a number of texts and missed calls from Harry.

“I texted you a few times to let you know I was ready whenever you were,” he was explaining. “When you didn’t answer, I called a few times. I figured you were asleep, so I waited a while before coming over, to let you sleep.”

“How long was a while?” you asked.

When Harry didn’t respond, it was all the answer you needed.

Tears started to well up in your eyes as you buried your head in your hands. You couldn’t believe you let it happen again. You tried so hard not to fall asleep so you could spend Harry’s last day with him, and yet you still fell victim to your fatigue.

Harry gently took your hands and lowered them from your face. You refused to look up at him, keeping your eyes on the floor instead.

“Love, I’m not upset that you fell asleep,” he assured you.

“I’m upset,” you said. “I tried everything to stay awake. I knew that if I laid down I would end up falling asleep, and I still did it. I wasted our whole day.”

“Hey.” Harry cupped your face so you’d look at him. You weren’t able to hold back your tears anymore, so they were just running down your cheeks as you looked at him. “You can’t help that this happened.”

“I could’ve,” you said. “If I hadn’t let myself lay down I would’ve stayed awake. I should’ve found more chores to do around the place before you came, or something to keep me busy. But I shouldn’t have to do that! If there wasn’t something wrong with me, I’d be able to stay awake like a normal person.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

You gave him a look. “Yes there is, Harry. You’re always so nice when this happens, but I really wish you wouldn’t be. I wish you’d just tell me how you really feel about it, because I know it annoys you.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “When have I ever made it seem like I was annoyed?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He was right, you technically had no evidence to support your claim that he was annoyed with you. He had been nothing but kind and patient every time you had missed plans or fallen asleep while you were both together.

“You can’t help that you’re tired so much,” he continued. “You told me about it when we went out on our first date, it’s not like it’s something that is new and came out of nowhere. And you’ve tried to deal with it, but it’s just how you are. I’m not going to be mad at you for the way you are.”

You sniffled as new tears started to form in your eyes. “But...today was our last day together before you leave, and I slept through it.”

“Last I checked, it’s only 4pm. There’s still plenty of time to do things before I have to go to bed. What do you say we grab some take away and watch a movie here?”

You wiped your cheeks and nodded. “I’d like that. And you promise to wake me if I fall asleep on your lap?”

“I don’t know. You’re adorable when you sleep.”

You playfully pushed him. “I’m serious. I already lost most of my day with you. I don’t want to lose anymore time.”

He pulled you close and kissed your forehead. “I promise I’ll wake you if you fall asleep, love.”

You smiled and kissed his lips. “I love you, and I really appreciate the fact that you put up with my sleepy-ness.”

“I’m not ‘putting up’ with anything, because I love you, too.”

He stood from the couch and pulled you with him. You followed him to his car, where the two of you went off to spend your evening together. And you made sure not to fall asleep until the both of you were tucked away in bed that night.

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