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[yrsonpurpose]

protective!alex

[apocalypseornaw]

What If

Dean Winchester x Reader

You make assumptions after a night in Dean's bed that prove to be false

Warnings: Mention of steamy times, cursing, hurt feelings

Heat was the first sensation that hit you. The heat of a warm body curled up to your back. A strong arm laid across your stomach and warm breath hitting the back of your neck as he slept. How the hell had you ended up in this position when the two of you had simply set out to watch a movie last night after Sam had gone to bed?

You'd been in your room, laid across the bed reading a book Alex had sent you for your birthday. It was pretty good so far but you knew you wouldn't get far in it when you heard Dean singing lightly as his footsteps got closer to your open door.

You slid a bookmark in place and laid the book on your nightstand before your green eyed best friend ever Madeira to your door. You glanced up about the time he knocked “What's up Dean?” He smiled slightly “Well Sammy's gone to bed but Claire sent me a list of the top five rated horror movies. The top two we have on streaming”

A grin split your face “Go get them up, I'll grab drinks and meet you in the TV room” he winked at you “that's my girl” then turned to walk off down the hall.

You let out a sigh if only he knew what it did to you when he did shit like that. That wink, calling you his girl. The way he always invited you to watch movies, go for late night drives or how gentle he was patching you up after hunts. You shook your head to clear those thoughts out, he was your best friend. Yeah he was drop dead gorgeous but you couldn't help that you had eyes. You wouldn't ever cross a line he'd never acted as if he wanted to cross and risk that relationship.

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You were sitting next to Dean on the couch, your feet were curled up under you and Dean's favorite blanket was draped across you both. About halfway through the second movie a jumpscare actually got to you and without thinking you curled into his side, hiding your face in his chest.

He chuckled lightly as he tucked his arm around your body “Oh come on sweetheart. I've seen you take on shit a lot scarier than that and not blink!” You looked up at him and stuck your tongue out, trying to ignore just how close your faces were “Bite me Winchester. Real life doesn't bother me because if it can touch me and hurt me I can touch it and hurt it”

He shook his head “You're something else” you raised an eyebrow “What you mean by that” he raised his hand that wasn't curled around you to push your hair back that had fallen into your face “Beautiful, smart, badass. Pretty damn close to perfect” you could feel your cheeks warm slightly. It wasn't unusual for Dean to compliment you but it always made your stomach flip. “Oh shut up” you pushed against his chest hoping to turn this semi flirtatious moment into a teasing one but damn him if he didn't cup your chin gently and lift your head to meet his eyes before a smirk slipped onto his face “Make me”

You don't know what came over you at that moment. Maybe temporary insanity? Regardless you found yourself moving forward until your lips met his. It was just a simple kiss but something you'd dreamt of for far too long. It didn't take him even half a second to react. His hands went down to your hips, pulling you over into his lap and when the action caused a light gasp to leave your lips he slipped his tongue into your mouth rolling it against yours in a way that had you melting into him.

When you ground your hips down against his and a deep groan left him that was when reality set in. You were currently straddling your best friend, making out with him and damn near dry humping on the couch. You broke the kiss and damn near jumped off his lap. “I am so sorry Dean. I don't…I don't know what was going through my head”

He stood up, adjusting his jeans as he did so and your eyes flicked down to see a bulge that made your legs weak. The look in his eyes, damn how many waitresses and barmaids had you cussed over the years for having that look focused on them and now you couldn't think straight. “I wasn't exactly shoving you off” he replied taking a step closer and when you didn't back up he quickly covered the space between you pulling you into his arms “You're my best friend Y/N. Besides Sam no one on earth means as much to me as you do but that kiss was….fuck…if you want then this never happened. We'll turn on a different movie and nothing more”

“Or?” You asked, feeling your heart leap into your throat. A smirk slipped back onto his lips “Or we could go to my room and talk” “talk?” You repeated and he nodded “nothing has to happen”

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A moan of Dean's name left your lips as he kissed a trail down your neck, his fingers slipping inside of you easily. “Fuck I love hear you say my name like that” he teased. It didn't take him long to find that one spot inside of you that had you clenching around his fingers and your legs shaking around his wrist.

He continued to pump his fingers lazily in and out of you as he worked you through the orgasm. When you weakly pushed at his wrist he caught your eyes before licking his fingers into his mouth, those sinful lips working as he sucked your juices off his fingers. “Taste as good as you look” you shook your head with a laugh “Take your pants off and get up here Dean” he grinned “Yes ma'am”

He stood long enough to slip his pants off then crawled up the bed, kissing his way up your body until he got to your lips. He caught them in a searing kiss that let you taste yourself on him. He pulled back enough to meet your eyes “Are you sure about this?” You nodded and felt his hardness pressed against your inner thigh “I want this”

He pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up with your entrance. When he slipped inside of you a moan left both of you at the feeling. He dropped his head down against your chest once he was fully inside of you to give you time to adjust. His lips left a trail across your collarbone “you feel so damn amazing sweetheart” After a moment the discomfort of the fullness of his gave way to pleasure so you turned his face to kiss him “Move Dean”

He began to roll his hips tentatively against yours and when your reaction was your eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling that was all the clearance he needed. “Eyes on me, beautiful. I want to see you come undone” it took you a minute to focus your eyes back on him and when you did he smiled almost shyly “look at you Y/N. Damn you're perfect” he pulled almost completely out of you then slammed back in. Your hands went to his shoulders, fingernails cutting into the skin as he sat a grueling pace that filled the room with the sound of skin hitting skin and both of you moaning the other's name.

When you felt yourself reaching that peak he bit down gently on your neck “Let yourself go baby. I'm not far behind. I want to feel you come around my cock, please” Dean Winchester of all men begging you to come? Christ, that pushed you over the edge with a scream of pleasure ripping from your lips.

His thrusts faltered slightly and through gritted teeth he asked “Don't you have an iud?” You nodded and he buried himself inside of you with one final thrust. The feeling of him coming worked another small orgasm out of you that had your legs shaking around him.

When he pulled out you whimpered slightly and he apologized with a light kiss “Just gonna grab my shirt to clean you up some baby ok?” You nodded weakly and felt the bed dip before Dean was knelt between your knees “Open up for me beautiful” you slowly spread your legs and he smiled “you look so fucking gorgeous like this. All fucked out” he used his shirt to clean you up as best as he could before tossing it back to the floor.

When he laid back down next to you he ran a finger down your side which caused you to squirm. “I'll go to my room once my legs work” He slipped his arm around you to pull you back against him “Take your time. No rush”

Every insecurity and what if started to flip through your head. Dean wasn't a settling down type. He didn't like attachments because he knew that put a target on them. He cared about you enough as a friend to put himself in danger. This wouldn't work. Either he'd not want this and feel some sort of obligation from your years of friendship or worse he would feel for you what you truly felt for him and it would end with him getting himself killed to keep you safe.

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It took some work to slip out the bed without waking him but you managed it and slipped your clothes on quickly. You needed a shower and to get the hell out of the bunker for a few minutes. You just needed to clear your head. It was supply run day. Groceries were needed and mail needed to be checked. You'd tell Sam to let you handle it. That would give you breathing room.

When you parked your car back at the bunker Sam came out to meet you and help with bags. When you glanced behind him he shrugged one shoulder “Can I ask something that may not only be none of my business but may be uncomfortable too?”

You nodded “We've known each other for a good chunk of our lives so I'd say yeah” he grimaced as he ran a hand across the back of his neck “I heard you and Dean last night so I thought…I don't know what I thought but did something happen? Because he seemed upset that you left while he was asleep”

“Sam, I didn't want to make things weird for Dean. You know my feelings” he nodded “but did you ask him his or just assume?” You didn't have to say anything Sam saw the look in your eyes. “He's in the library cleaning guns. I've got the bags”

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You could hear the clinking of metal when you got closer to the library. You stopped right inside the doorway and watched Dean for a moment. The way he handled the guns was a thing of beauty. He could probably break them down, clean them and put them back together in his sleep at this point.

He didn't look up from the colt before saying “You made it back in one piece” you nodded lamely “Dean can we talk?” He laid the colt down and raised his eyes to meet yours “Let me guess where this is going. You had a good night but don't want nothing to change”

You swallowed hard under the intensity of his stare “Can I talk without you putting words in my mouth?” He waved a hand to say go ahead “Dean you're my best friend and I love you, I fell in love with you. Last night was fucking amazing but I don't want to make you regrets things, you don't do love, you don't do relationships”

“because why? Dean's a man whore that just bed hops? Because Dean is incapable of love? Because despite us being best friends for over a decade there's no possibility that I fell in love with you too? There's no possibility i fucking wanted to wake up with the woman I love in my arms?” You flinched at his tone despite your heart flipping at his words “You love me?” He stood up and walked around the table “How could I not?”

You took a step back putting your back to the wall. He stood right in front of you, leaning a hand on the wall just over your head but giving you room to move “I love you Y/N. I'm in love with you. Last night was everything. Now what other demons are lurking in your head cause you know I don't mind taking on each and every one of those sons of bitches”

“What if you get hurt protecting me?” You asked and he smiled “baby I'd do that now but I know for the most part you can handle yourself and don't act like you're not self sacrificing either” you laughed despite yourself “What if you get bored of one woman?” He grinned “unlikely but we can always role play sweetheart. Believe me I mean it when I say you're fucking perfect for me”

“What if…” he cut you off by saying “What if you stop giving me excuses and let me kiss you? We could both die tomorrow and if that happens it happens but I'd rather have a day knowing you were completely my girl then live the rest of our lives just having part of you. I'm yours, you mine?” You nodded “Always. Now kiss me” He grinned “Yes ma'am”

[ghostssweetgirl]

Hello, I hope you are well. 141 men+Konig and Roach.Alex. How do they react when they accidentally see female reader in the city for the first time? And just like that. The reader is shopping at a grocery store. And men do not know her. because they never saw the reader's face. but the reader recognizes them because she has seen their faces before and the reader says. What's up? (name) I'll send you a photo of the reader's gaze. so the reader works on the same team as them but right now it's a free day

Have a nice day :)

Hey there! I really like this request <3

TF141 + König + Roach + Alex Reacting to Seeing the Reader's Face (in public)

warnings: cursing, other than that, none. they think you're pretty 😍

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon happened to be shopping in your town. No, he didn't do it on purpose. It was just on his way home.

You were shopping as well. You lived in a big city, so it wasn't unusual for you to be unmasked when doing your business. No one here knew you. You were on the pet food aisle, glancing over the ingredients of a specific brand until you suddenly felt a familiar presence walking by along the outside of the aisle. You look to your side and... spot Ghost.

Why was he here? Not like, why was he shopping, but why would he come to your city? It was too many people for his liking.

You watch him walk by, he doesn't give you a second glance as he goes about his business.

You set the bag of food down as you abandon your cart, walking fast to catch up to him. "Ghost!"

He heard a familiar voice call behind him, but as he turned around, he didn't know who he was looking at and how they knew his callsign. "What's up?" you asked, tilting your head at him. He stopped in his tracks, looking you up and down. "Bloody hell are you?"

You nervously laughed. "Y/N...?"

He was in disbelief. Wow, you were quite beautiful. He didn't think you'd be ugly, but my goodness, he was swept off his feet. "Fuckin' hell, kid," he rasped, chuckling nervously, you could tell.

"Sorry, I forgot you've never seen my face."

"Forgot to warn me you were quite stunning, too, darlin'."

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

He heard about this big grocery store from a friend, deciding to check it out. It was also the one you were at, trying to find some new clothes.

In your own little world, you weren't paying attention to the fact you were absent-mindedly taking over the aisle as you were folding a shirt back up.

"Excuse me," a voice called from behind you.

"Sorry," you muttered, moving out of the way. The man gave you a polite smile, and as you made eye contact, your pupils dilated, recognizing your teammate, Soap. "What's up?" you asked.

"Oh, jus' shoppin', nothin' much." You looked into his cart, curious. Some beer, socks, small food items. Also hygiene products. He watched you nose into what he's buying, wondering who the hell this random (pretty) lady is.

You stifle a laugh, looking at the soap in his cart. "Soap." He shook his head, softly chuckling. "Wha's so funny about that?"

You teased him. "Soap! For Soap... Come on, do you not get it?"

For a minute, he recognized the voice but couldn't put two and two together. Wondered if you were who he thought you were.

After awkward staring, you throw your arms up playfully. "Soap! You must not... recognize me...?" "Y/N...?" you continued.

He just figured it out, the way you emphasized his name. "Y/N... Shite, yer... beautiful," he muttered. "Didn't think I'd ever see your face, lass."

Captain 'John' Price

He was just leaving, checking out with his cart full of his selected items. Damn this long line, he'd be here a while.

You were walking in with an empty cart, eyes glued to the front of you. Wanting to get in, and get out. You take notice of the long line. Sighing in annoyance, you go about your business.

You make your way up to the front, expecting the line to have made progress. Nope, still long. Some person had 3 full carts, and was giving one of the cashiers a hard time. Not to mention it was one of the rush hours of business. You look around to see a bunch of grumpy, tired faces. It was all just regular people, until you saw your captain. You smiled, hesitant to say hi to him, not wanting to be a bother.

"Hey, Captain Price!" you sang. He fixed his gaze onto you precisely, questionably. "What's up?"

He met you halfway in between the queues. "How in the bloody hell do you know who I am?" his voice was low.

"Because... I'm in the task force, silly," you laughed. "Y/N."

"Oh," he said plainly, his body visibly relieved. "Well, kid. Near freaked me out, some pretty lady knowin' my rank."

"Sorry," you blushed. "I'll leave you be, then? See you at work."

"Nice to see ya, y/n," his bright blue eyes beamed as they crinkled from his wide smile.

You were nearly finished up shopping, when you walked next to Gaz.

You didn't notice him at first, but when you did, he smiled at you with a polite nod as if you were a stranger.

You smiled back. "What's up, Garrick?"

He squinted his eyes at you, wondering how he knew you.

"I'm sorry, remind me of who you are?"

"Y/N, silly," you quipped.

"Oh," he sighed, looking over the features of your face. "Nice seein' you without the mask."

You almost blush, reaching up to soothe your unmasked face. "Thanks. Definitely didn't expect to see you... here."

"It was just on my way."

"Yeah, well, I hope you're enjoying your time off," you smiled.

"You, too, y/n," he smiled back, walking off but making sure to get one last look at you before you walked off, memorizing your face.

König

It's been such a long day already, and here you were stuck at a busy grocery store in your city. You usually stopped by here every so often, but didn't think the store would be busy when you came here today.

You were pretty much just looking at useless stuff at this point, to pass time by as the queues were not moving. You sigh as you grew tired of looking at this nonsense. Seeing some queues move, you finally hopped in one. You were in a hurry, and that was obvious, but so was someone else.

You almost bumped carts with this man, and before you go to apologize, you hear his thick German accent being the first one to apologize profusely. "I... am so sorry! You go ahead, ma'am," he muttered.

"König! I am so sorry!" you giggled. "I was in a hurry, I didn't see you there! What's up?" He stuttered, hands nearly shaking at you knowing his name. "I... was just shopping here."

"Are... you okay?"

"Ja... yes, I just... sorry, I don't think I know you..."

"Y/N! I don't have my mask on..." you rubbed your cheek. "Sorry to confuse you."

He was taken aback by how beautiful you were. He was already an anxious man, finally being able to put a voice to a very pretty face felt quite nice, but finding out just how gorgeous you were was making his heart slam against his ribcage.

"I-sorry," you could hear his nervousness, it was admittedly very cute. "You are very pretty, Maus."

Roach

You had gone to the store to get some alcohol, it was one of your days off and you wanted to enjoy yourself.

You went to the aisle, and started browsing.

You grabbed a few bottles of wine, and an extra bottle of liquor for another day and started walking out of the aisle to leave.

Until someone came around the corner.

You smiled as you spotted your teammate, Roach.

"Roach! Hey, what's up?"

He made eye contact with you, and you could tell he was confused.

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"It's Y/N! Sorry, don't have my mask on," you apologized, blushing.

"Oh. I was wondering how some beautiful woman knew me," he laughed. "It's nice to see you."

"Thanks, Roach," you smirked. You bid your goodbyes as you walked off, not seeing him look back at you once more.

You were stumped on a product, deciding if you should buy it. You started looking around for products that seemed popular, and went with the correct brand.

You were on your way to the front, when you spotted someone you knew. Alex. He was either in a hurry, or just wanted to get to where he was going, but you followed him.

You about lost him, but finally caught up.

"Alex! Hey!"

He looked around at a few people before he looked at you.

"What's up?" you smiled at him.

He stammered his words. "Hi. Who're you? How do I know you?"

You laughed as you playfully rolled your eyes. "Y/N."

"Damn, nice to see your face, lil lady," he chuckled, eyes wide at your beauty.

"Aw, thanks," you replied. "Enjoying your time off?"

"You know it." You both did some small talk before you had to make your way out. You waved goodbye at him, and he returned it with a polite smile, watching you as you walked away.

"Damn, she's beautiful," he whispered under his breath.

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A/N - Hope this was good! I've never written for Roach or Alex, so I don't know if I wrote them out well, but thank you for this request and sorry it took a while to get finished! <3

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✰ pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

✰ warning: none

✰ summary: It was no secret that ferrari was a whole shit show this season thos however did not stop charles from giving his all to the team that didn't even care about him.

✰ word count:0,5k

You sit in Charles' driver's room waiting for him to come back from yet another bad qualifying.

"Hey baby.." you say softly as he walks in he immediately comes over to you hugging you and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong... I've been practicing nonstop staying focused going over strategies what else do I need to do" he says desperately.

You can't help but feel awful as he lays and rants in your arms. you rub his back comfortingly "Shh baby it's alright none of this is your fault..you've been amazing you have given them your all there is not much else you could do. You are doing your best and that's enough even more than that ough and I'm sure all of this will pay off in the future. you're amazing love don't you ever forget it" You kiss his forehead.

he looks up "Thank you y/n I don't know what I would do without you..." he smiles a small but genuine smile "I'll give it my best tomorrow I’ll try to win...for you" he pecks your lips and lays back down the exhaustion from qualifying finally getting to him as he drifts off...

Sunday comes and you can't say that you aren't excited for what today will bring after your little talk with Charles he seemed happier..more sure of himself and it gave you hope...hope that after all of this, he'd still be ok...

The race starts and turns one is as chaotic as always but Charles manages to snag P1 you know that it's too early to celebrate but you can't seem to shake off the excitement that's bubbling in your stomach...

Lap 7 passes he's still in the lead then lap 20 and then the final lap there is a fierce battle going on between Charles and Max right now and you can't help but feel anxious as they get closer and closer to the finish line...you see max over take Charles in the 2nd to last corner and as you begin to lose hope Charles sneaks back and snags P1 for himself.

The whole Ferrari garage is going wild as well as you, with tears in your eyes you run to Parc fermé getting right in front of the brackets. You excitedly wait for Charles to get here. And as his car parks right at that P1 spot and he gets out of the car you both lock eyes it's like no one existed around you too. He runs straight to you taking off his helmet hugging you tightly and then giving you a kiss that you will never forget... After that day it was safe to say that you knew that he'd be alright..

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More Than You Know (Leah Williamson x Reader)

All right! So this is a F1 reader x Leah fic requested by anon. Again any feedback good or bad is welcomed! I'm sorry if there's lots of f1 talk and some don't get it. I have another f1 fic coming up but other than that nothing else so, if people want to start sending me requests, please do! I'll get more into that later. Anyways, enjoy!

Word Count: 2.1K (That's what Docs said anyways)

Set at Abu Dhabi GP, end of 2023

Thursday

“Hello everyone, and welcome to the final press conference of the 2023 Formula 1 season.” You fix your shirt as you settle into the seat. Max Verstappen, your teammate, on your left with Charles Leclerc beside him.

“Question for Y/N and Max, heading into the final race of the season the title battle is close between the two of you. What kind of mindset do you have for one of the most important races in your career?”

“To win,” Max says simply. All the reporters let out a laugh as you crack a smile.

“Y/N?” The guy who asked the question prompts you.

“Uh, well, I mean for sure to win is the goal but, trying to just stay calm and do what I’ve done for the last twenty-two races,” you explain. After a few more minutes of questions, they let you go. Walking through the paddock and into the Red Bull garage you can’t help but let your mind spiral. This was your first championship battle, this was Max’s third. You were only 22 years old, if you won on Sunday you’d be the youngest-ever F1 champion and the first-ever female champion. You knew you had to be a little lucky on race day, considering you sat five points behind Max. 

Entering your driver room you’re met with your girlfriend, Leah Williamson.

“Hey babe, what are you doing now?” She asks you, watching as you pace back and forth across the room.

“Track walk, I think.” 

“Okay, well I’m going to meet up with Alex in a couple of minutes so, I’ll see you later, yeah?” She presses a small kiss on your forehead. 

“Okay, yeah, see you later,” 

Friday

You loved racing around Yas Marina Circuit, it had just the right amount of technical corners and overtaking opportunities. You loved the lights and going underneath the hotel. Probably the worst part of it though, was the heat. Sitting in your car you feel like you’re going to die from the heat. Sweat just keeps pouring from every pore on your body, making your race suit damp. At the end of Free Practice 2 you were the fastest overall. This gives you a little bit of confidence, your race pace also seemed to be pretty strong so these were all good signs. Leah watches as you take your crash helmet and balaclava off, trying your best to fix your sweaty hair. You looked hot, and Leah was living for it.

“You’re drooling,” Alex, who happened to be right beside her, said. Leah shakes out of her trance enough to give Alex a light slap on the shoulder. 

“Whatever mate, if you had a girlfriend as hot as mine you’d be drooling as well.”

A couple of hours later, after all the media was done and the sponsor dinner was finished, you and Leah finally were able to settle into bed. Leah’s arm draped over you and her head nuzzled into your neck. She was just about to doze off when you spoke very quietly into the darkness,

“Would you be mad at me if I didn’t win?” Of course, Leah knew you were nervous, who in their right mind wouldn’t be? But, for you to think that she would be angry with you if you finished second? That was terrible.

“Of course not, love, I’d be sad for you, sure, but mad? Never.” This seems to calm you down a bit, and soon enough you both are sleeping soundly.

Saturday

“Good luck kiss?”  Your favourite blonde questions. It was a tradition in your relationship, whenever either of you were participating in a sporting event you had to make sure you kissed just before it started. 

“Of course,”  you say with a smile, not that she can see it. Your helmet already on with your visor up so she can see your eyes. Leah kisses where she imagines your lips are, you can’t help the dopey smile that comes across your face, the squint of your eyes making it obvious what you’re doing.

Leah watches on as your car pulls out of the garage and onto the track. After making it through both Q1 and Q2 easily now comes the biggest test, the top 10 shootout. Your banker lap for Q3 is solid, only six-hundredths of Max’s time and you know you can improve. As you cross the line to start your second flying lap you feel the adrenaline rush through your veins. Every turn of the steering wheel, every push of the pedals, and every G against your body feels just right. Heading into the final sector you know you’re going faster than your first lap. Crossing the line, your entire body relaxes as you hear your engineer over the radio,

“Okay mate, that’s P1 so far, P1 so far, but Max is yet to cross the line.” You wait anxiously for Max to finish his lap. Leah feels her heart sink as she sees Max’s name move above yours on the timing screen. 

“For fuck’s sake, fuck this shit, honestly,” you say over the radio.

“It’s okay Y/N, points come tomorrow,” your engineer replies.

“You’re right, you’re right, let’s get them tomorrow.”

Leah gives you a hug when she finally sees you after all the media and post-qualifying traditions.

“You did great love, don’t be too hard on yourself,” she says sweetly. You sigh, knowing she is right.

“Mhm, I’m not that happy but I’ll get over it. I think right now all I wanna do is go back to the hotel and cuddle with you,” you mutter with a little pout. Leah finds this adorable. So, when you guys do get back to the hotel she cuddles with you until you fall asleep, only hours before one of the most important races of your life.

Sunday

When you wake up you feel the nerves settle inside of you. Leah tried her best to get you to eat something before your race. Abu Dhabi was a night race so, you still had the whole day ahead of you. After going through the pre-race meetings with your engineers you feel pretty confident in the strategy for today. As you walk around the grid with the music in your headphones blasting you see your girlfriend walking towards you. Slipping one side of your ear so you can hear, you give her a questioning look. She never usually comes onto the grid before races, why would she now? 

“I just wanted to wish you good luck,” Leah says kindly, “I know you’re nervous, but don’t be, you’re gonna smash it out there.” Your heart melts at her consideration.

“Thanks Lee, I’ll do you proud I swear,” you say, looking at her with what can only be described as heart-eyes. 

“You already have, more than you know,” she smiles at you, giving one last kiss on your lips before heading back to the garage.

A couple of minutes later, you’re sitting inside your car mentally preparing yourself for the race. The entire formation lap your mind is blank, trying your best to not overthink. As you park in your grid slot as close to a billion people watch with their breaths held.

“And it’s lights out and away we go for the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix!” Crofty exclaims into his microphone.

You get a good start drawing alongside Max heading into the first corner, but he pushes you wide. As the pair of you continue to the first of two long straights, you follow closely behind him gaining a slipstream. When you enter the braking zone you decide to go for a dive bomb, getting your elbows out a little to barge past your teammate and take the lead. 

“She can’t fucking do that, mate. She pushed me off the track,” Max voices to GP.

“If Max has a problem with that, then he can cry in a crib, that was clean.”

As the race gets past halfway done, both you and Max had made pit stops, while also exchanging the lead of the race multiple times. Leah had about chewed her entire nail off watching. She was nervous as hell, she could feel something bad about to happen, she just knew it in her gut. 

You once again closed up to the rear end of Max with DRS. As you got close enough to pass you slightly jerked out to the left before cutting back to the right, effectively dummying him. You were on the outside heading into the sweeping left-hander of Turn 9, you tried your best to give him space, but he completely misses the apex and rams into your front wheel/side of your car. Your neck whips to the side as you try to keep control of your car. 

“What the fuck was that?! What a fucking idiot, I gave him shitloads of space! Is there any damage on the car?” You are pretty much yelling into the radio. The anger you’re feeling showing through your choice of words.

“So, major front wing damage we are going to have to box. Box, box.” Swearing under your breath you pull into the pit lane for new tyres and a new front wing. Stopping on your marks you sit there for what feels like forever before finally getting the green light and getting back on track. Leah knows you are fuming but she also knows that you’re very good at turning that anger into motivation. She readies herself for a wild end to the race.

“Okay, so the gap to Max is 30 seconds.”

“Just leave me alone, I know what to do,” you say sternly.

For the next 24 laps, you put in of the most impressive comebacks in F1 history. Closing the gap a little bit each lap. You fully catch up to him on the final lap of the race. The entire world sits on the edge of their seat as you stick right up to Max’s gearbox for the majority of the lap. Entering the final sector, you find the gap to stick your nose down. Making an unorthodox move down the inside into Turn 12. When it becomes clear that you stuck the move your side of the garage goes crazy. Leah screams, thinking it is too good to be true. As you head around the final corner, the Red Bull mechanics hang off the side of the fence cheering and yelling as you cross the finish line. 

“She’s redefined motorsport as we know it, and as she crosses the line Y/N Y/L/N is CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!” Crofty shouts. 

“AAAHHHH OH MY GODDDD! YESSS GUYS COME ON! I’M GONNA FUCKING CRY!” You scream over the radio. 

“YOU” VE DONE IT MATE! YOU’VE DONE IT! GOOD LORD!” Your engineer screams back at you. You start to cry as you go around for your celebration lap. When you park in front of the number 1 sign you take a minute inside of your car to collect your thoughts. Finally, you get out and stand on top of the car, raising your arms in celebration. You jump down and start sprinting to your team. After receiving multiple hugs and slaps on the back, mixed with a varying range of screams and yells, you decide to look for your girlfriend. Looking around you spot your favourite person on Earth and make a beeline for her. She pulls you into a bone-crunching hug, tears streaming down her face. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you, more than you know,” she says tearfully. You give her an award-winning smile before moving to take your helmet and balaclava off. You surprise Leah when you connect your lips in front of God knows how many cameras. 

“I’m a World Champion Lee, a World Champion.”

“I know Y/N, I know,” she giggles at how excited you look. After completing the post-race interview you make your way to the podium.

“And your Abu Dhabi Grand Prix winner and 2023 World Champion, Y/N Y/L/N!” 

The crowd and paddock below you roar as you make your way onto the podium, pumping your fists with joy. Stepping onto the top step of the podium, a sense of relief washes over you, everything you’d worked for this entire season, your entire life basically, had finally paid off. You take your cap off when your national anthem plays and begin to scan through the crowd until you meet blue ones. You give her a grin and blow her a kiss. She returns it. When you are finally handed your first-place trophy you raise it high with a little yell. After the rest of the podium is handed their trophies, you get to your favourite part, the champagne. Spraying it in every possible place, you can’t stop the stupid-looking smile from taking over your facial features. When the celebrations seem to die down a little you look over at Leah, mouthing,

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she mouths back.

“More than you know.”

[captain-mj]

Celebration or Funeral

Graves invites the crew out to a bar for seemingly no reason and hopefully no ulterior motives.

Price was dumbfounded at the audacity honestly. Graves had sent out an invite to the 141 and Alejandro and Rodolfo. Even included plus ones if they had a partner to bring.

He didn't understand at all. It was so bizarre. The invitation was safe. They had a team to check for anthrax and the like. But everything had been given the seal of approval.

There was a time, date, location, even coordinates in case they didn't know the place. He had checked. It was a bar in Texas that was close enough to the border that the Los Vaqueros wouldn't have to travel too far from home. It was close to where they had chased Hassan originally.

The 141 would have to fly of course, but that's cause they were stationed in Urzikstan at the moment.

Price mentioned it offhandedly to Farah, planning to toss it out and never ever seeing that traitor again.

But Farah had smiled at him. "Oh! Yeah, Alex and I were going to go. I'm glad Phillip decided to invite you guys."

"Phillip? You guys are on first name basis now?"

She frowned at him, immediately looking displeased. "Price, remember what we talked about. We've been working together for a while now."

"You can't trust him."

"I never said I did. I simply ask you trust me." Farah huffed. "And I will be going to their outing. He does this with his closest Shadows often and Alex and I always have a nice time. Maybe you all need to come along. It might be good to clear the air since we will continue to work with each other."

Price really wished he could convince Farah to stop working with him, but if she insisted on doing so, he would be there. "Fine. I'll come."

The other three agreed to come immediately, not wanting Price to walk into an ambush, relatively, alone.

The plane ride was... uncomfortable to say the least.

Ghost was currently glowering at Alex who kept glancing over at him and grimacing. He'd sigh passive aggressively and Alex would turn around to glare at him back.

"And why are those two acting like jilted lovers?" Price aske Gaz and Soap.

"Oh, Alex said he and Graves had become friends and Ghost is made because the two of them and Alejandro are friends. He considers it a betrayal to their friendship." Gaz explained.

"Ah. Are you also upset, Soap? You did get shot."

Soap nodded. "Well. I am pissed. But with Makarov around, Graves helping Farah to fight him, and him betraying Shepherd to throw him under the buss, I'm trying to stay level headed about it."

It was a shockingly grounded take. Price wished he could do the same. Inside, the anger was too hot. Too volatile. He didn't know what it was about Graves that just got under his skin, but forgiveness wasn't on the table.

Honestly he wanted to just beat him into the ground. Hurt him like he had hurt Soap and Ghost in Los Almas. Like he had hurt the Vaqueros.

He felt like a rabid dog when he thought of it. Normally, he was so much better at keeping his emotions in check.

Farah patted him suddenly and he glanced up at her. "Do you want a drink, old man?"

"Yeah. I could use one." He stood up and followed her to the cabin. The plane used to be a private one, but it had been repurposed for Farah and her Freedom Fighters. It was better for long distances than a helicopter and it had better optics when they had to make speeches or talk with government operations.

Farah didn't keep much alcohol on board, but she did keep a thing of whiskey for the two of them to share. She poured them both a glass and he took it from her gratefully.

"I understand why you're upset."

"And I understand why you're working with him." Price interrupted. "I do. I promise. It's just an adjustment. Especially finding out you socialize with him."

"Mostly I socialize with Oz actually."

"Oz?"

"His second in command! He's great. Very cool. He's shown me how to play video games." Farah smiled so softly, almost like she was embarrassed.

Price smiled a little himself, thinking of Farah being... normal. She had fought for so long. Her entire childhood spent in hell. If she enjoyed spending time with this "Oz" guy, he must not be awful. "Okay. I'm going to give all of them a chance, alright?''

"Thank you, Price. I do appreciate it." Farah squeezed his arm. "Really. I hope we can all work amicably."

They settled back down with the others and rested for this rest of the plane ride.

The moment they touched down, Farah and Alex were quickly getting out. Price bit his tongue and hung back, the 141 one quickly following his lead, even though Gaz did glance at Alex and Alex did glance back.

"Try to play nice. No unnecessary fights." Price ordered, patting Gaz's back.

"Aye, Captain." Soap responded.

Ghost stayed very quiet, only giving the slightest nod.

"At ease."

They didn't really separate. Maybe it was unease at being on unfamiliar turf or the fact that they were all enemies.

Alejandro was smoking near his car, Rudy at his right. His body language shifted, relaxing at the same time the grin appeared on his face. "Hermanos!"

Soap smiled. "Alejandro, Rodolfo. Long time no see."

Alejandro grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. Soap did the same with Rodolfo.

Gaz nodded at them. "Colonel Vargas. Sergeant Major Parra."

"I feel we're on a first name by now, Sergeant Garrick." Rodolfo smiled at him. "Nice to see you again."

Alejandro nodded but jumped into business. "Our invitation said this was an... apology. You guy's mention anything about this?"

"No. Just an invitation."

"Interesting. Let's head inside."

The bar itself was full of people. It took Price a moment before he realized it, but, with the exception of the bartender, every person in the room was a Shadow. All of them were in civvies, but he recognized a few of them from chance in encounters. They all talked about their work with no issues.

Alex had a cowboy hat on. For some reason, this was something he noticed immediately. He was currently downing a pint, trying to drink it faster than a dark haired woman who was currently beating him.

Farah was chatting animatedly with a giant man with strange makeup on. HIs hair was set up a bit like a vikings would be. He was smiling at her and nodding excitedly.

Price didn't like it.

The giant man looked at him and quickly looked... embarrassed? It was an odd look on such a big man.

Farah followed his gaze and waved Price over. He quietly walked over, keeping an eye out on everyone. Most people were drunk or getting there so there weren't many threats.

Oz smiled at him, standing up. Price didn't like that he had to tilt his head up to look him in the eye.

"It is nice to meet you, Captain. You too, Colonel. The rest of you." Oz seemed unsure of himself.

"Oz, I'm assuming?"

"Yes, sir." Oz nodded.

Farah smiled. "We were talking about a game he showed me! It's called Terraria. It's so much fun!"

"Now, Osmond." There was that familiar accent. Graves was smiling, looking... stupidly casual. A flannel shirt, tight jeans, a belt buckle. A walking stereotype of American. "Please tell me you haven't converted Farah to your nerdy shit."

"Hey!" Farah defended him. "It's fun!"

Graves shook his head, a bright blush on his face from intoxication. "Whatever you say, ma'am." He looked at them. For a moment, he made eye contact with Price and it was like a lightning bolt. But then his eyes skipped right over to him to Alejandro. He took a deep breath. "It's nice to see you again, Colonel. And you, Sergeant Major."

"The feeling is not mutual."

Graves stepped a bit closer, on the very edge of his personal space. "Alright. Hit me."

Alejandro frowned.

"One free hit. Consider it the start of us getting even with each other. There's no guns in here. No one is going to stop you and I'm not going to hit you back. So, hit me."

Alejandro weighed his options for a split second before socking Graves so hard on the side of his jaw that Oz had to catch him before he stumbled.

Graves took a split second, blinking involuntary tears from his eyes. He faced him again. "Great. Your drinks are on us." Despite the freshly blooming bruise, he still managed a rather charming smile.

Alejandro shook his head but stepped back. Rudy didn't.

"Only fair I let you have one, yeah?" Graves smiled right before Rodolfo hit him hard in the stomach.

"Stay out of Los Almas." Rudy hissed to him.

"I was planning on it, amigo." Graves managed to straighten up after a minute. "You four aren't getting a hit."

"Gonna let me shoot you later?" Soap growled at him.

Graves laughed. "Nah. Have as many shots as you want though." He nodded at them and walked away, clearly hurting a little but playing it off.

Price ordered the most expensive whiskey available. He downed a shot, keeping an eye on Graves as he went to each table. His hands touched every Shadow's shoulder. It was a light touch but Price recognized it. He did the same thing when the 141 came back from missions. A light touch to let him know they were alive.

"John." Simon muttered. "How are we feeling?"

"I'm following the Colonel's lead. He seems to be trying to run up a tab. I'm going to do the same. Farah also seems... happy. A normal friendship outside of the military will be good for her. Or as close as this is."

Ghost nodded and sat next to him. They observed them for a good minute before Gaz slunk to Price's other side. Soap was mingling.

There was country music playing. It sounded modern, but Price didn't exactly listen to the genre. He sighed and ordered another whiskey, hoping to keep himself just drunk enough to relax but not so drunk he couldn't fight.

As the songs flipped through, Price got tipsy enough to mildly enjoy himself. His friends had left him at some point, not too far away, just around.

Something came on the radio and Graves climbed on to a table. The top few buttons of his shirt had been undone and he was panting a little bit.

"Turn that motherfucker off!"

"Come on, Graves it's just one song!"

"No! I've hated that motherfucker for ages and suddenly he wants to prounce around like a little bastard. That motherfuckers went to a fucking private school! Get his ass off my radio!" Graves hissed.

Price swallowed thickly. Maybe it was the whiskey, of which he was a few glasses down. Maybe it was the sudden anger and passion in his face. But he felt flushed from more than alcohol.

The next song, which sounded like a love ballad to him, seemed to please Graves who started to sing along. Despite the table being wooden, it held his weight as he stomped his boots on it. He smiled brightly as he did and someone handed him a whiskey bottle to drink during the chorus.

Price made eye contact with him and quickly glanced around to talk to his team.

HIs team which was not there.

Ghost and Simon had started to banter, making fun of people in the room despite never looking away from each other.

Gaz, who now had that cowboy hat on, had gotten swept up in Alex, the two of them currently dancing. Alex was a little out of step, his prosthetic leg probably making it harder.

Farah was now dancing with one of the pretty Shadows. The two of them twirling around.

Even Alejandro and Rodolfo were staring at each other, Rudy's hand was on Alejandro's chest.

Fuck. He didn't have anyone around.

Price looked back up at Graves who had looked away but somehow a few more of his buttons had come undone. His head tilted back, showing off a pretty neck. Fuck, his chest was heaving, breath puffing out of him.

They were making eye contact again. Graves licked his bottom lip and drank more of his whiskey.

Price got up and went to the bathroom. He took off his hat for a moment and splashed his face with water to try to sober up a little.

"Price." That fucking accent sounded from behind him. Maybe he should've hid in one of the stalls. But that would've felt juvenile.

"Graves." He looked in the mirror at him.

The man smiled. "Sorry if I'm interrupting. You alright?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Price growled out, watching those red cheeks got redder.

Graves shrugged a little. "Don't know. Maybe I'm projecting on ya a little." He looked away, drinking more of the bottle.

"I'm angry."

"is it all at me?"

"No. Not just you." Price sighed and straightened up. He walked over until he was standing over him. Graves straightened up a little but he let Price take the bottle from his hand. His eyes followed his lips as he took a long drink.

Graves sighed. "Good?"

"Cheap tasting." Price tried to tease him, but it fell flat.

The pretty blue eyes peering up at him wouldn't let him go. It was infuriating. He found himself leaning down, lips pressing against Graves's, tasting the whiskey off of them. His tongue darted out to deepen it. For a blissful moment, his mouth opened up to let Price in.

Then he was turning away. "This isn't going to fuck up your team, is it?"

Price blinked and it was like reality slammed into him. "It is."

Graves smiled sadly. "John, I'd love to. But I'd be a right ass fucking up what you got going on. I think I've done enough damage."

"It'd feel great. God, I'd treat you right."

He laughed and Price felt his stomach clench. The rest of the whiskey bottle was slipped into his hand. They shared another kiss, tongues chasing each other.

"If you're sober, and still want to, go ahead and call me."

[prentisssgf]

| flu season

| law and order svu

| alex cabot x reader

| reader is sick but is like 99% fluff

| 1310 words

"Come on, baby, time to get up" your eyes fluttered as you heard your girlfriend's voice at the other side of the bed.

"Alexxxx" you drawled "Alex come back to bed" you groaned as Alex flung back the curtains.

"As much as I would love to be back in bed with you right now, we're going to be late" Alex turned around to face you as she absentmindedly finished the morning routine of opening the blinds and then the windows slightly.

"Baby pleaseeee" you grinned hoping it would work.

"Later okay?" Alex smiled back as she pulled you up to kiss you "you feeling okay?" Alex stepped back slightly to touch your forehead to check your temperature.

"What-are you doing?" you furrowed your brow.

"Checking your temperature" Alex nodded.

"Okay listen Dr Cabot, I'm fine" you chuckled "It's just allergies, I'll be fine to go to work" you nodded.

Alex giggled back as she kissed your forehead "You are hot though" she worried slightly.

You playfully rolled your eyes "I know" you smirked which made Alex laugh hard.

"Get ready, love" she smiled as she squeezed your arm.

"Alex?" you called out as you were brushing your teeth.

"Yeah?" Alex's head swung towards you as she was now focused on you rather than the clothes on the bed.

"You haven't seen my skirt, have you?" you said with a mouthful of toothpaste.

Alex chuckled slightly "I have not" she nodded to the wardrobe "check in there?"

"Doctor and a magician" you nodded jokingly.

"Just check" Alex laughed.

"Okay fine" you laughed too, looking now you could not see the skirt, so you went back to the bathroom to continue to freshen up "maybe it's in yours Lex I wouldn't be mad-" you turned around by Alex cutting you off.

"It's right here babe, did you really not see it?" Alex pulled out your skirt "Are you sure you're okay?" she worried.

"Yeah I'm-" a sudden wave of nausea hit you and you and Alex made the way to the toilet, Alex rubbed your back with one hand and was already on the phone with Olivia with the other.

"Alright, let's get you back into bed" Alex swiped your hair that was stuck on your forehead behind your ears, resting her hand on your cheek, as she checked once over to see just how unwell you were, you leaned on her hand smiling slightly.

"I love you Lex" you smiled gently.

"I love you too honey"

"I would love you even more than I already do if you kissed me?" you offered with a grin, knowing Alex could never turn down that smile.

Alex sighed and then nodded smiling as she couldn't resist.

"I'm so grateful for you" you hugged her waist as you looked up at her.

"I'm so grateful for you" Alex smiled, "can you sit here for a second baby?" Alex smiled as she sat you on the bed, you nodded and smiled as she pulled out some fresh pajamas for you, after you finished changing she led you to the bed with a gentle arm around your waist, with the other hand she opened up the bed covers.

Alex kissed your head as she tucked you in "Call me if you need anything, anything okay?"

"Okay, I love you" you mumbled as your eyes started to become heavy.

Alex chuckled lightly "I love you too"

☆

A couple of hours later you woke up to knocking on the door, you looked around and got up, shivering as you walked down the hallway you started to call out to the door "Alex you're early is everything okay?" she didn't answer so you called for her again, this time louder "Alex?" you swung the door open to find your boss, Olivia Benson, standing outside the door with a bowl of soup in her hands with flowers and a card outside the door.

"Hi Liv, sorry I thought you were Alex! Is everything okay? the apartment's a mess and I-"

"Take it easy sweetheart" Olivia chuckled "Alex wanted me to check up on you, she called this morning but I wanted to come down here, bring you something" Olivia smiled while handing over the bowl of soup "and don't worry about the apartment either, I've seen worse" she joked which made you less tense.

"Do you want to come in? it's freezing" you offered.

"Sure" Olivia smiled as she shrugged off her coat, wearing a thick jumper and a scarf "thanks" she smiled.

"Not a problem" you nodded slowly as you saw fully what she was wearing compared to you.

"Olivia aren't you hot? Sorry but it's really cold in here?" you started shivering.

"No Y/N it's really hot in here, Alex said your temperature was 97° this morning, can I check what it's at now?"

"Um yeah go ahead?" you questioned.

"Shit, 105" Olivia stood up and started rummaging through her bag for her phone “Alex meet us at the hospital"

"Liv" you started to stand up "what's going on?" "LIV" you shouted before you panicked, your vision started to become dizzy and you fainted.

☆

You woke up a few hours later with Alex and Olivia by your side "Oh thank Godness she's awake, hi baby" Alex smiled as she stroked your hair and kissed your forehead.

"Hi honey" you smiled back up at her, grabbing on to her bicep for some strength.

"How did I get here? the last thing I remember was when Olivia came over to the apartment and we were talking" you started to panic but your girlfriend shushed you and calmed you down.

"I drove you" Olivia's voice came from the other side of the room.

"Thank you, you know for getting me here" you smiled slightly, not even much energy.

"No problem" she smiled gently at you "I'll leave you two alone now" Olivia nodded as she made her way out.

"I told you to call me if something happened" Alex sighed as she sat down in the chair next to you.

"It all happened so fast Lex, Olivia woke me up by knocking on the door, I start shivering because I think it's freezing and Olivia comes in with a thick jumper and a scarf and then all of a sudden I'm on the floor" you sighed reaching your hands out to Alex's for her to take.

She nodded, silently telling you she believes you.

"What time is it?" you asked curiously.

Alex looked down at her watch before looking up at you again "about noon" Alex let go of your hands to tucked your hair behind your eyes.

You nodded slowly "are you really gonna sit in that awkward and uncomfortable chair all this time or are you going to get in here and hug your girlfriend who is in the hospital and deserves special treatment" you pouted jokingly.

Alex laughed before making her way around the bed to curl up behind you "What special treatment are you thinking?" she asked rubbing her finger up and down your arm.

"Woah now Cabot" you turned around to face her "let's not get ahead of ourselves" you laughed "I was thinking more kisses and Chinese food" you smiled.

Alex smiled and nodded while swiping her tongue across her bottom lip "Okay" she smiled kissing your forehead, then your cheeks making you squeal and giggle, she then pressed a small kiss to your lips.

"Thank you" you smiled as you turned around again, pulling her arm over your waist as you fell asleep by Alex playing with your hair.

"Love you" you murmured groggily in your sleep making Alex chuckle.

"I love you too sweetheart, go to sleep baby it's okay, I'll be here when you wake up" Alex stamped a kiss in the back of your head making you entirely fall asleep.

[genocidass]

believe — joão félix

joao félix x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: this is my first fxm and xreader fic i've ever wrote. also, english is not my native language.

watch it: angst, smut, cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, doggy style, (and he basically likes if you cry).

summary: you saw Joao probably flirting with another girl.

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It was supposed to be a surprise that you came all the way to England just to see him, that you'd find him that night without his knowledge and surprise him. That you two would spend a nice night together after a couple of weeks without seeing each other. 

However, you saw him whisper something to a girl at that party. She laughed at his joke, you felt the anger and disappointment build in your eyes when you saw him smile the way he smiles at you: charming and suggestive. You couldn't stay there any longer, you didn't even want to get close to complain or yell at him, you didn't want to make a scandal, you didn't want to be the center of attention for something as sad as that. 

You went home, he came back not long after you arrived. 

"Sorry baby, it's not what you think, it wasn't at all what it seemed." 

You don't say anything, you're about to shed tears in front of him again. 

"I swear that it's not like that, I came running as soon as the boys told me they saw you." 

You know, you also saw them when you were leaving the club. Your chest hurts, in your throat there is a knot. 

"I know what I saw, Joao" you say as a whisper, he still listens to you and denies. 

"It's not like that, she's nobody, just a friend of Alex's." 

"I saw how you looked at her." 

"Meu amor, believe me, I would never do something like that to you, please, believe me." 

He takes your face in his hands, they feel warm against your skin. His thumbs trace a path under your eyelids, and it's then that you realize you've finally collapsed in front of him without being too conscious. That your tears came out without being able to avoid it anymore, and he wipes them with his fingers. 

"You know you're the one and only for me." 

And you decide to believe him when he kisses your lips softly. You decide to believe him even though you know it's not the first time you've seen him in something like this. That public rumors run, that there are photos and evidence that he is cheating on you. You believe him because the way he holds you makes you do it. Because there is no way that someone who treats you with such passion and love, who says such sweet and beautiful words to you, could be lying to you. 

"I'll make it up to you" he says against your lips. "Please?" 

You nod. You stop crying when the kiss becomes more intense. The hand that supports your face goes down to grab your neck with a slight pressure. His lips slide until they are no longer on yours and now he gently bites your neck, leaving slight hickeys on the sensitive area. 

"You are so beautiful, babe, I have missed you so much" 

You let yourself be carried away by the sensations. You end up in bed, as you almost always do. He kisses every inch of your skin once you're almost naked. Teeth that bite superficially into the inside of your thighs causing you to start to get wet. Tongue that flutters over your nipples, leaving them hard and sensitive. Joao keeps saying things that sound like 'my love' and 'forgive me'. You still feel your chest hurt, but you try to ignore it and avoid thinking about it anymore. 

"I love how wet you always get for me," he says against your ear as he comes back up to kiss you.

His fingers slipped under your underwear. You shudder when you feel how they sink into the small separation, feeling your fluids. Your legs wide open, because you can never deny to him. His fingers end up entering you, slowly stretching as he bites your lip. 

"Joao" you moan against his mouth, your eyes pleading. 

"Tell me, baby." 

"Please" you don't know why you beg, it takes you a few seconds to collect your ideas. The fingers are starting to go in and out of your pussy, the feeling is good but you want more. Just like you want him to keep saying how much he loves you "Please don't ever leave me". 

"I won't, amor" he says with a smile so warm that you give up immediately at that moment. 

He takes off your underwear. He caresses your legs for a few seconds. His eyes drift to your pussy, which must be drenched from so much preparation. You don't want to wait any longer, you lift your hips a bit, Joao laughs softly. 

"Do you want my cock so bad, baby?" he ask, you nod.

"Yes, please, please." 

He enters you. He seems compassionate and tender at first, caressing your body with his big hands. Going in and out of you slowly. You can feel it fill you up, you've missed this. 

"You feel so good." 

You then forget whatever you saw, that doesn't matter anymore. Not when his hips start to move in a more synchronized rhythm and he hits the right spots inside of you. You can't stop moaning because of how good he feels, because of how good Joao always fucks you. Your eyes water and you tell yourself that it is not from sadness but from pleasure. He likes to see you cry while he fucks you, he always has. He doesn't stop with his thrusts, he just approaches to wipe your tears with his hand and he says things again that make you feel better. Things like 'everything will be fine, love', 'I like you so much' and 'it won't happen again'.

He starts fucking you harder. The room filled with the dirty, wet sounds of splashing and skins colliding. Joao runs a finger to your mouth without stopping to move. You suck it while looking into his eyes, because you know he loves it. You wrap your tongue around the finger, unable to stop gasping for breath. 

"My good girl." 

When he pulls out his finger, he also pulls out his cock of you. He asks you to turn around and get on your knees, you do so. He reintroduces himself into you, in this position you feel different, but just as good. Your face is pressed against the soft blankets of the bed, while Joao kneads your ass in his hands, sinking his fingers into the skin, while he moves you so that you are the one penetrating yourself with his penis. 

You start a rhythm, going in and out, however, it's not enough for him when he starts moving his hips too. You feel him so deep inside you, so good and hard. With not too strong spankings that he gives you, with his fingers bruising your skin, making you moan and make obscene sounds. 

Thrust after thrust he melts into you. You two are one in this way. No matter how many times it happens, no matter how many times he makes you feel insecure, you always come back to him, and he to you. As if neither could leave the other, as if what he says about nothing having happened was true. You don't want to care if it happened or not, you want to stop thinking about it but you can't. You feel just as good as bad. You feel how the pleasure implodes inside you next to your pain. And somehow you also enjoy that feeling. 

"I love you so much" he says, his voice cracking from so much action. 

"I love you too." 

He feels so good how he does it to you, you know you're about to orgasm by the way your legs don't want to hold steady in that position anymore. Because you feel how you start to shudder more and more. Joao realizes this and doesn't stop. Faster and more erratic thrusts. He keeps saying how beautiful you look like this, and that you can come for him. 

You touch the climax then, you moan when you feel the orgasm embrace you. Joao keeps moving inside you causing overstimulation, seeking his own pleasure. You let him use you, like you always do. You like this, you like having him inside you, the kisses from him that he is now spreading over your back and shoulders. You don't know when you dropped and your knees gave up, but he's still inside you. 

"Fuck-babe, do you want me to fill you, hm?" he murmurs pasty against your skin, you emit an affirmative sound. 

He asks you to get your ass back up and you do, he has better access now. You can feel him fucking you harder and faster, his balls crashing against your sensitive and overstimulated clit. You close your eyes with pleasure even if you've already come. Joao lets his cum spilled inside you, you feel when he finally orgasms. You listen to his agitated breathing and murmurs that come out of his mouth once you pull out his penis and see how the hot cream comes out of your hole. He says things that you can't fully understand, because his voice is low, but you know it's things admiring how good you look like that. He loves seeing you dripping from his cum, and you love the feeling of him leaving something from him inside you; the thick, warm liquid running down your thigh... 

He cleans you with some handkerchiefs from the nightstand. Then you both hug each other lying on the bed. His body sweaty against yours, his breath still ragged. He sighs after placing a kiss on your forehead. 

"There is no one like you." 

And you believe him.

[marinawolf]

Lena asks Eliza if she can get her Lasanga and chocolate pecan pie recipes so she can make them for Kara. Then Lena gets a truck load of motherly love from Eliza and then Kara of course.

Cute prompt- here you go, I hope you like it:

Food, Love and Later (Supercorp)

by marinawolf

Lena's heart raced as she made her way up the steps to Kara's apartment. She couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and anxiety bubbling inside her. Lena was never one to care if anyone liked her or not, unless that person happened to be Kara. She had always been self-assured and confident, but when it came to Kara and her family, she found herself wanting desperately to be liked. And now, as she was about to meet Kara's mother, Eliza Danvers, for the first time, she really wanted to make a good impression.

Standing outside Kara's apartment, clutching a box of fancy chocolates and a bottle of vintage wine in her hands, she took a deep breath and knocked on Kara's door.

Her heart raced as she heard footsteps approaching from the other side. When the door swung open, Lena's breath caught in her throat. Kara stood before her, looking breathtakingly beautiful with a smile that could light up the whole city.

"Hey, beautiful," Kara greeted, her blue eyes sparkling. She leaned in and kissed Lena softly before pulling her into the apartment. "I'm so glad you're here."

Lena couldn't help but melt into the kiss, the warmth of Kara's lips easing her nerves slightly. She stepped inside and glanced around the familiar space, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Kara's apartment had become a second home to her over the past months, but this was a significant step in their relationship.

Kara turned towards her, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Eliza, this is Lena," she introduced, her voice filled with pride. "My girlfriend."

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Lena," Eliza said, stepping forward to hug her, "Kara has told me so much about you."

Lena felt her tension fade away as she returned the embrace, the genuine warmth of Eliza's hug putting her at ease.

As they settled around Kara's living room for dinner, Lena couldn't help but notice the spread before them—pizza and potstickers, comfort food at its finest. And amidst it all, she saw that Kara had made a salad and had made a point of placing a few leaves of lettuce on her own plate. Lena smiled. Lena was always bugging Kara to eat more greens, and it seemed like she had gotten through to her girlfriend. It was a small gesture, but it made Lena's heart ache with happiness.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as Eliza regaled them with stories of Kara's childhood escapades. Lena listened intently, finding herself laughing at the tales of Kara sneaking out to fly around at night, almost giving Eliza a heart attack when she spotted Kara hovering outside her window in the middle of the night. Eliza told her about Kara accidentally burning up her bed with her heat vision in an attempt to secretly make s'mores in her bedroom, crying about the burnt s'more instead of her bed being on fire.

Lena laughed at the adorable anecdotes, her hand finding its way into Kara's. The simple touch brought her comfort and a sense of belonging. She glanced at Kara, who returned the look with a beaming smile.

After dinner, Lena mustered up the courage to extend an invitation to Eliza and Kara. "Why don't you both come to dinner at my place on Saturday? I would love to cook something," she offered before she could stop herself. She knew that she must have looked slightly terrified as she spoke, but she had a reason- she was not a very good cook. So why on earth did she just offer to cook for Kara's family?

Eliza's eyes lit up with delight. "That sounds lovely, Lena. We would be delighted to join you," she replied graciously. Despite her cooking concerns, Lena couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of hosting Kara and her mother in her own home.

"Great! I'll make sure to invite Alex as well," Lena added.

As they made their way towards the door, Lena couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and hope. Meeting Kara's mother had turned out better than she could have ever imagined, and the prospect of hosting them at her penthouse filled her with excitement. Lena was determined to make this dinner a memorable one, filled with laughter and love.

--

Lena paced back and forth in her kitchen on Saturday afternoon, her mind racing with thoughts of what to prepare for the special dinner. Cooking was never her strong suit, but she couldn't let that deter her. She was determined to make something memorable for Kara and her family, and also, she knew that Kara had an unabashed love affair with food.

Taking a deep breath, Lena reassured herself. "It's just science,” she muttered to herself. "If I follow a recipe precisely, it should turn out fine." But what could she make?

A memory flickered in Lena's mind, and she remembered Kara mentioning how Eliza used to make lasagna and pecan pie for their special family dinners. The thought of recreating those dishes for Kara brought a smile to her face. She quickly reached for her phone and dialed Eliza's number.

After a few rings, it went to voicemail, and Lena left a message, her voice filled with nervousness. "Hi, Eliza. It's Lena. I was wondering if you could share your lasagna and pecan pie recipes with me. I'd love to surprise Kara with a special dinner tonight."

Sometime later, just as Lena was beginning to lose hope, a knock echoed through her apartment. Opening the door, Lena was greeted by the warm smile of Eliza Danvers.

"Eliza, hello" Lena said, slightly surprised.

Eliza chuckled softly and said, "I received your message, and seeing how terrified you looked at the thought of cooking, I thought I'd come and help out."

Lena was relieved, and grateful. "Thank you, Eliza. That means a lot to me. I really want tonight to be special for Kara."

With Eliza's guidance, the two women embarked on their culinary adventure. Lena diligently followed Eliza's directions, chopping, stirring, and measuring ingredients.

As they worked side by side, Eliza looked up at Lena.

"You make my daughter happy. It makes me happy to see her that way." Eliza said, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Lena’s hands stilled, the knife hovering over the chopping board. She knew she wanted Eliza to like her, but she didn’t realize how much she had craved her acceptance. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding.

"Thank you, Eliza," Lena replied, her voice tinged with emotion. "I'm lucky to have her."

"I can see how much you care for Kara, Lena. She's lucky to have you, too, you know?."

Tears welled up in Lena's eyes as Eliza's words resonated deeply within her. She had wondered whether her surname would be a cause for concern for Eliza, worried that Eliza wouldn’t want her daughter to be with a Luthor. She had always experienced distrust from people, despite her efforts to rise above her family’s dark legacy.

"Thank you," Lena whispered, her voice trembling.

"Are you okay?" Eliza asked, her brows furrowed in motherly concern that Lena had never experienced before.

"I'm fine," Lena laughed, swiping away at the tears that threatened to fall, "It's just that most people see can’t see past my last name. With my family’s reputation, I’m not someone they'd immediately trust. This is different, so thank you."

Eliza reached out and took Lena's hand

"Lena, I know being a Luthor is difficult, but I can also see how much you’ve done to rise above that legacy. I see a compassionate, caring, and strong person who has grown so much, and I’m certain that when people hear the Luthor name now, they will be thinking about this amazing young woman doing so much good."

Lena's breath caught in her throat. Eliza's words filled a void she hadn't realized existed—a yearning for maternal love, for acceptance

"I think," Eliza continued, "that the Luthor name is lucky to have you, and we are honored to have you in our family."

"Thank you, Eliza," Lena whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Lena and Eliza finished up the meal, dusting off their aprons and laughing, both excited to see Kara's reaction. When Eliza left to go get ready for the dinner, Lena readied the table, setting out everything with care. The pecan pie looked delicious, and Lena's stomach growled at the sight of the lasagna.

--

As Kara, Alex, and Eliza arrived for dinner, Lena's breath caught in her throat at the sight of Kara. No matter how much time she spent with Kara, time seemed to stand still for Lena whenever Kara walked into a room.

Kara had chosen a stunning dress that accentuated her every curve, and her silky hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face. The absence of Kara's glasses revealed her captivating blue eyes, sparkling like the clearest sapphire, drawing Lena into their depths. From the moment she had met Kara, Lena could see her life unfolding in those pools of blue.

Lena's heart fluttered as their eyes met, a silent connection brimming with affection and desire. Kara pulled her in for a hug, placing a quick soft kiss on Lena's neck before anyone could notice.

After their greetings , Lena gracefully poured the wine and led them to the table, her gaze never straying far from Kara's enchanting presence.

Kara, with a hint of surprise, noticed Lena's culinary efforts. "You cooked?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine astonishment.

Lena smiled, a mix of pride and bashfulness lighting up her features. "Well, I had a little help," she confessed, sharing a smile with Eliza.

As Kara's gaze shifted to the spread of dishes Lena had prepared, her eyes widened in disbelief and awe.

"You remembered," Kara uttered in awe, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Of course, Kara,” she said, softly.

Unable to contain her emotions, Kara wrapped Lena in a tight hug, her warm breath tickling Lena's ear as she whispered, "And I'll show you just how grateful I am later tonight."

Lena's pulse quickened, a wave of desire igniting within her at Kara's whispered words. The promise of later filled her with a delightful anticipation, igniting a fire that danced beneath her skin.

Sitting down to dinner with Kara's family, Lena felt a sense of belonging and contentment that she had never experienced before. The table was filled with laughter, shared stories, and a genuine connection. It was a moment of togetherness, of feeling at home among loved ones.

Lena's gaze would often drift towards Kara, only to find Kara already looking at her, causing her heart to flutter. And even though sitting through dinner with Kara's family was wonderful, she couldn't wait for the later that Kara had promised.

[lyla123456]

Drunk Words

Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

you

monty

Bryce

TW: Drunk Monty

I was working on my essay for English when I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I got up and walked over to night stand and unplugged my phone to answer.

"Hello?"

" Y/N!! how are you doing this fine morning"

" Monty its not even 11pm yet, are you drunk?"

" Drunk on life"

" Monty where are you"

"Bryces, can you pleasee come pick me up?"

" Yes I'll be right there, no more beer."

" Your no fun"

"bye monty"

I close my laptop and grab my keys, fortunately my parents are out of town and left me alone. They trusted me enough to know that I won't get into any trouble or throw parties. Unfortunately I've loved monty since freshman year but he's just never showed any interest so I never really tried to act on it.

When I get there I hear loud music and step out of my car, I head inside and see Bryce, Zach, Alex, Justin, and Monty.

" Alright Mont, let's go."

" Come on Y/nn stay have a few beers."

" I'm okay thanks Bryce"

Monty gets up stumbling a bit but follows me back to my car, I open the door for him and put the seatbelt on for him. I get to my Side of the car and start driving off, I was going to ask Monty if his dad was home but when I looked over at him he was sound asleep. I decided to just let him sleep at my place since no one was home. As I started pulling into my drive way Monty started to slowly wake up. I turn off the car and get out to help monty. When I get to his side he's already out waiting for me to help him inside.

When we get inside I put him on the couch and go to get some blankets and a pillow but I stop when I feel and hand on my wrist.

" Y/n?"

" Yeah mont? "

" Can I sleep in your bed?

" oh um, yeah I can take the couch"

" no please dont leave me alone"

I look at monty for a second and he looks a bit scared but that expression changed quickly into a small soft smile.

" uh yeah, okay I won't ,I'll stay until you fall asleep"

" can you just sleep in the bed with me?"

"Oh! okay yeah, come on"

I put Monty's arm on my shoulder and let him put his weight on me. I lay him on his side and then went to go get some of my dads old sweatpants and old shirt. i give it to him and then start walking to the door to give him some privacy.

" Wait, don't leave. Stay."

" oh okay yeah do you want me too turn around or something"

" no, you don't have to."

I turn away anyway and wait until the all clear. He tells me he's done and pats my side of the bed where he wanted me to sleep at. I go there and he pulls me to his chest.

" I love you Y/n."

" Mont your drunk"

" No im fine"

" monty tell me tomorrow when your not drunk okay?"

" Okay but drunk thoughts are sober thoughts"

I wait a few minutes to think of a response thinking about what he just said. But thats when I hear his soft snores and I just cuddle more into him and try to sleep.

" I love you too mont." I whisper and slowly drift off too sleep

[msmarvelouswinchester]

If We Love Again

Summary: Whatever problems we had back then don’t exist anymore. It’s why we have this second chance, and we can’t throw it away. -Michelle Maddow

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N (Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

WC: 1942

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Post-canon where DEAN IS ALIVE, kinda sappy, body-shaming (not by the boys), hugs and kisses

Square Filled: Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong ( @taylorswiftbingo )

A/N: Alright. Alright. Hello you people! Jfc, how long has it been? A lot of things happened (personal matters and fandom problems too) so I took a break. Kind of gave up writing for a bit. Then two boys - Alex and Henry (RWRB fandom, I'm looking at you) got me back to writing! And of course I had to write for my baby, Dean Winchester!

And I've also lost my taglist. So sorry for not tagging anyone in this.

Completely unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

“What’re you doing here?” The usual routine of the bunker had been thrown off-kilter when Y/N had appeared, looking…frazzled. Maybe a tad smile but her eyes shone with unshed tears. And she was drenched to the bones and panting like she had run a mile to get to the bunker. The man welcomed her inside, saying, “Come in first, you are fucking wet.”

The words slipped and the man’s eyes widened, expecting a snobbish remark from her about the word and its placement in the sentence but soon enough, he frowned because Y/N didn't comment on the…apparent opportunity of turning the entire conversation inappropriate. Like she always did. But today, she wordlessly accepted the man’s gratuitous welcome and headed inside the old establishment.

Once at the end of the stairs, she said, rather whispered, “Hey Dean. Can you do me a favour? I need a hug.” If Dean didn't know what heaven looked like, he would have guessed he had ascended to heaven at Y/N’s request.

Dean, who had sprinted down the steps, looked at her and nodded, opening his arms. Y/N stepped into the hug and wrapped her arms around his torso, hands finding the nape of his neck. Dean’s hands had also instantly found their shelter around her body. They stayed in the position for a while. Y/N inhaled deeply quite a few times. The unforgettable scent of cinnamon and gunpowder hitting her and she let the tears fall as she let her guard down for the first time that night and Dean’s hold around her tightened. The sobs that left her, wrecked his heart. Each wail was like a dagger to his chest. He hated seeing her sad. He rested his chin on the top of her head, the familiar smell of her shampoo gave him whiplash as the memories of…everything queued up inside his head. But he still didn't know what had prompted her to show up at her place. “Y/N, sweetheart, can you look at me? I need you to look at me,” Dean murmured, “please.”

His voice washed over her and the sobbing turned into sniffles. She sniffled against the now wet, snot-covered spot on Dean’s tshirt before her red-rimmed, puffy eyes found his worried green ones. “‘M sorry,” she whimpered.

“Hey, shh, what're you sorry for? For ruining my shirt? Oh, I'll just bribe Sammy to do the laundry,” Dean grinned but the worry never left his eyes.

“I just—Dean, I'm sorry for…s-showing up tonight unannounced…I shouldn't have…what was I even thinkin’? Dean, I’ll—uh…see myself out.” Y/N said, and fidgeted in Dean’s grip but he was reluctant to let go. Not when she had just shown up a few minutes ago and broke down in his arms.

Dean said, “Stop, Y/N. Stop. It's alright. That's what best friends are for.” Nope, not letting you go this time.

“But…” Did you forget the part where we dated and broke up and vowed to never see each other again because it would break our hearts even more?

“No buts,” Dean said, as if he could read the thoughts in her head, “Whatever happened…happened. You were my best friend and you still are. If you need me, in a heartbeat, I'll be there for you. Do you understand that?” He glanced up, Jack if this is your doin’ because I pretty much dreamed about second chances last night then thanks, buddy.

Y/N nodded.

“Now let's go sit down. I'm gonna go find Sam and let him know you're here. And then we can go and kick some asses.” Dean gently guided her to his room in the bunker and sat her down on his bed, asking if she needed anything to drink, water or beer or anything to eat, knowing all they had was pie and a greasy two-days old burger in the freezer. They really needed to stock up their fridge more now they have started to live normal lives.

Y/N, though just asked for water.

Dean winked and said he would be back in a minute. And he was, with Sam in tow who had scooped her up in a giant hug. Oh, she had missed them.

“Hi, Sam. You look…different.” Y/N giggled at Sam in his formal clothes instead of the layers of plaid she was used to seeing on him. She had heard that the Winchesters had retired from hunting but seeing them bask in their post-retirement glory was astonishing.

“Yeah, had a makeover sorta, got myself a job and everything—”

“And a girlfriend,” Dean wiggled his brows and his brother blushed furiously. In between the conversation, Dean had handed Y/N a glass of water and sat down beside her on the bed.

She sipped on the water and hummed thoughtfully, “Who would have thought? Our little Sammy, all grown up!”

And for the first since her alarmingly sudden visit to the bunker, Y/N smiled.

“Oh shut up. Enough about me. Dean said something to me about kicking someone's asses. Do we have to bring out our hunting gear?” Y/N’s eyes widened at the question.

“No! Jesus, no guns. And no violence.” She warned the Winchesters.

“Can’t promise on the violence part, sweetheart!” Dean smirked. “So what happened?”

“Honestly. I think I'm good. It was a moment of…sadness but I'm oka—”

Dean cut her off, saying, “Y/N you were wailing. That was not nothing. Come on, tell us, we swear we'll be good.”

Y/N hesitated and Sam decided to put her out of her misery, “Whatever Dean says, if you don't feel comfortable in telling us. Don't tell.”

“Oh…” Dean sighed, “Yeah, I…I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You seriously don't have to tell us, if you're not up for it.”

“It's just not that,” she swallowed hard. It should be easy to tell them, right? They were her best friends. She took a deep breath and said, “The guy, I am…or rather was dating—” She felt Dean tense up beside her and Sam side-eyed his brother but she continued “-well, he was an asshole. A dickhead. A fucking son of a bitch.”

Sam chuckled. “That's quite a description.”

“Yeah. So I applied for this job in NYC and well…I got it—” her heart soared in her chest as she watched the brothers’ faces split into a huge grin “-but this moron of my ex-boyfriend decided to throw my insecurities to my face because he didn't want me to go to NYC.”

Now looking back, Y/N didn't know why she was sad. She was angry. No, she was pissed because how dare a pathetic little man order her around about whether or not she should work in New York. “He was worried that I wasn't too pretty for the NYC girls, that I was too soft to survive in a big city like New York—”

This time Dean chuckled. Because Y/N wasn't soft, she was a hunter. Born into a hunter family only to give it all up because she wanted a quieter life. But she knew how to fight, how to wield a gun. And she was pretty. Too pretty and even after four years of breaking up, Dean’s heart still skipped a beat when she called his name, looked at his face and he was still enamoured by her very existence.

“So I told him that I would leave his sorry ass,” Y/N’s lips trembled, “and he said it was going to be the best thing because I wasn't worth enough for him to fight for because I…I am ‘too much’ and I…I don't put an effort into being the woman a man wants, no…needs. And in that moment, I got so sad, I needed to see you. Because I missed you guys so much. I missed this where no one judged me or at least didn't use to until…well, I…yeah. So, this is how I showed up here.”

“You're always welcome here, Y/N. And I'm sorry, things haven't been…good for a few years but don't think for a second we will judge you or not let you back into our lives,” Dean’s hands had snaked back around her waist, pulling her closer while she continued, “Well, he was kinda right. Don't you think? I talk too much. Sometimes I go on a ramble. I don't watch my diet—”

“That son of a bitch body-shamed you?” Dean was seething.

“Yeah. And he said, I was too much of a work to stay with. I have always been told that I'm too much of a work but it still hurts—”

Dean said, “Well the guy is an idiot. You aren't too much of a work, sweetheart.”

Y/N, this ain't gonna work. You want me. I want you but you don't want this hunting life while THIS hunting is my life. This relationship is going to be so much of a work and with Cain on the loose, I don't think I can put that much effort in this. Y/N gave Dean a soft smile, “I don't want to bring up old memories but you also said that, pretty much four years back.”

Sam’s mouth fell open. “What the hell, Dean?”

“W-I? I was under the influence of the mark, Y/N and you knew it. I pushed away so many people. Letting you go was my biggest mistake. And I regret it because I still fucking love yo—” Dean’s mouth snapped shut.

And for the second time, Sam exclaimed, “What the hell, Dean?”

“Yo–love…what?” Y/N whispered.

Dean turned towards his brother, “Sammy.”

“Yeah.” Sam quickly stepped out of the room.

“Y/N. Letting you go was my biggest mistake and never calling you up was my biggest regret. I should have called because I still need you. And now I have this life. You know I start a new job next week? It's a construction but yeah. And it got me thinkin’ about you. Yeah. I was thinking how I fucked us over and never got to tell you the truth. I never got over us, you. I…I never wanted you to go—”

“I remember very clearly you throwing me out of the bunker and telling me never to contact you again. You know what, showing up tonight was my bigges—”

“Son of a bitch, I can't believe I'm fucking doin’ this,” Dean murmured.

“Wha–” The rest of the question turned into a squeak and Dean’s lips crashed into her. And then the thoughts crashed into him. Fuck.

Dean immediately jumped back from her. “I'm so sor—”

“If you dare to say sorry for this, I am telling Sammy to shoot you in your dick, asshole,” Y/N panted, “Fucking come, kiss me, you moron!”

“You sure? You just had a breakup and…”

Y/N looked at Dean, “I know. But Dean, I had kept loving you all along and maybe by some, heaven’s grace—”

“Jack’s grace.”

“Who’s Jack?”

“God. Well, new God. Jack had been living with us…its a long story for another time.”

“Yeah so, by Jack’s grace, maybe it's my second chance at being with you. Loving you.” Dean’s breath hitched at her words, “Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong.”

So he walked up to her, and pulled her into a loving kiss. It was soft, eager and…just like old times.

They separated but their foreheads touched as they panted for air. “Second chance?” Dean asked

Y/N nodded, “Second chance.”

He smiled, “This time I'll leave no stones unturned to make this work. Because Y/N, sweetheart, you are worth everything.”

Oh boy, I'm kinda rusty XD

Let me know your thoughts! Comments are highly appreciated!

[mywritingonlyfans]

Freshness // Alex Turner X Reader. Smut! (Part 2 of 2)

Freshness (Part 1 of 2).

prompt: you're in your first years of college and you're interning in something related to the band while they're in a small tour. you get alex's attetion in the process and things develop into much more than just leering exchanges.

warnings: age gap, daddy kink, soft dom alex, dirty tak, cock warming, praise kink, unprotected sex, fingering, riding alex (and there's probs more and idk how to put here but it's smut stuff ofc :')

words: 8,4K.

 Alex strode into the hotel room with heavy footsteps, his muscles tense and visibly strained. He spotted you lying on the bed, clutching your phone and appearing agitated. Approaching you, he made his presence known by gently but firmly taking the phone from your grasp. His gaze was tender, but you had already noticed him entering and disregarded him, which made it bitter. He was aware of this, and while he wasn't exactly angry with you, it intensified the throbbing in his head over the situation.

 "Alex, I wouldn't intentionally upset you, y’know that, right?" you said, sitting up and placing your hand on his face. By now, his beard was longer and his goatee sharper, exactly as you had imagined. It was thick and without gaps, as someone your age could never.

 As he allowed you to, you sank your fingers into his skin in a comforting gesture. He let out a heavy sigh and placed his hands on your waist, inviting you to come closer to him as if to say that he wasn't mad at you.

 "I know, babe," he said, his voice both soft and commanding, a hint of irritation present that piqued your curiosity about this side of him. His fingers traced firmly over your torso, gently but firmly guiding you onto your back and causing your body to sink into the mattress. You chuckled, anticipating what was to come, and he nuzzled into your neck, dragging his nose along your skin and breathing in your scent with a soft grunt. 

 "I know you know better than that, but I still need to make sure you're aware of it because I didn't like what I saw, babygirl," he said in a low, addicted voice.

 "Why not?" Your bright eyes trailed over him, your fingertips tracing his face. You wanted to memorize every part of him, the promising wrinkles when he smiled and how he had the furrow between his brows marked in a rigid look over your body. He kissed your cheek, dragging his stubble against your skin, making you cling to him with legs and arms, he chuckled. He had barely touched you and could already feel your pulsating chest against him. 

 "Because he wouldn't satisfy you like I do, he's not the kind who deserves your attention, babygirl." He brought his body so every inch was on yours, so you could feel him completely. His hands went to your jaw, holding your gaze to him and with his face close to yours, he added, "And by the way you were down there, I think I'll have to fuck a remind into you." He was already excited about it, and spent the last few minutes until he went up to you thinking about what he would do to you. So yes, he was already heavy in his pants and wanted to make you feel what you could do to him until you were properly wet. 

  "Daddy?" You sighed between open mouth kisses.  He pulled your panties, leaving your dress up to your waist.  Alex ignored your words, just soaking up into your mesmerizing noises and bit his lip at the sight of your legs spreading as he rubbed his bulge into you, the way he knew you liked it. 

 "D'you think he could read your body as well as I can?  D'you think someone so young and vain would be so good for ya, lil' one?" He tugged on your hair, hard enough for your head to follow the movement and then your swollen lips parted in a silent moan. "I'm sorry to break this to you, but no one is going to make you feel this way but me." The words were slow and paused as his usual, yet it affects you all over.  You felt wetter by the second and couldn't help but thrust your hips into him. 

 He chuckled, respecting your time as you swallowed hard and processed everything, waiting for you to say something to him.

 "No one would be like you and I know that, daddy." You nodded your head, your voice shaking with anticipation. Alex reciprocated by kissing you deeply as you pressed closer to him, feeling his body better on yours. He then placed a hand on your back and whispered in your ear, prompting you to turn around.

 In no time, you found yourself face down on the soft sheets with your cheek stuck against it.

 "You're right, babygirl," you didn't move, staying still, the way he wanted you to.  He pulled away clumsily, getting rid of the pants and unders that had already become too tight for him.  And within seconds, you could feel him on your skin again. "No one is going to make you feel this good, and I'm 'bout to remind you why." He brushed his fingers between your legs, smearing the entire area as you pushed against him and twisted your face in a cute snarl of annoyance. "D'you think he'd make you that wet with so little, puppy?" 

 "No, daddy. Just you." You shivered as you felt his fingers stretching you inside, you literally melted, closing your eyes tight. Your neck started to get sore from the position, but you still wanted more of him, like so badly. "Please, I need you." Your hands gripped the sheets and he laughed at your despair.  His fingers were longer and thicker than yours, they fit so well, it was unfair that he was shaped for you. 

 You moaned at the lack as he took them off, lifting your hips a little to make it easier for him to settle on top of you.  Your body spasmed without even having him yet and he thought it was cute how you begged for him with no words needed.  He lined up with you, holding onto your hair so that your face was turned to one side and your ear was free for his lips, then gripped your free hand, trapping you tight in your place.  

 "Am I 'urting ya, babygirl?" He asked. Your hips pressed to his, and then he let you wrap yourself around him as you murmured that you were fine. With his mouth brushing your cheek, he plunged into you, making you sink into the mattresses. He kissed you, tears already starting to well up in your eyes, and kept strong from holding steady as he slipped deep into you and his whole body was shaking at the face of it all. 

 Your fingers got the sheets tighter, as your whimpers were louder than ever, so he took it as a sign to go easy, until your husky and tired voice got through to him. "Harder, daddy. I can take it," the contrast of the sound of your words to the meaning of them was so drastic that it made him take a deep breath to hold himself for longer.

 He nodded, still completely glued to you and he ran one of his hands down your body until your clit could get some attention. You were so sensitive it was impossible not to squirm each time his body collapsed into yours, his fingers on you was the entrance to a climax. "Sure, puppy. You can take it all, right? ‘Cause you're my big girl, aren’t you?” You couldn't speak and your moans were so incessant that you dropped your face onto the mattress for your own good, Alex was still holding you in place and you expected marks on your wrist next morning. By insisting on the question, making your lower belly tingle, you nodded, getting dizzy right away with him filling you up to the cervix in lazy thrusts and helping you to form a puddle under your bodies. 

 “Fuck,” You failed to breathe well, eyes blurry and tears running down the corners. Alex wasn't much different. Still, he looked better off than you, or at least acted like it. His arms wrapped around your waist, and kisses were being glued to your shoulders as you felt him slide down your legs. It was enjoyable and you wanted to stay like that for longer. 

 The silence cradled you comfortably for a while, until the cozy weight of his body was lifted from yours. He turned you over, stroking your cheek and before he asked, you answered. "I'm fine, you didn't ‘urt me, I'm still your big girl, daddy." He chuckled, disbelieving that such dialogue could be so adorable. 

 He shook his head, kissing your forehead and letting your noses touch. "Nah, really. You're pretty much my babygirl, I ‘ave to care ‘bout you." 

 Your eyes closed solemnly, and in a few minutes he left and returned with a damp cloth. He cleaned you up in his gentle way, stroking your stomach while being careful not to push you hard as you were too sensitive. 

 He sealed his lips to your waist and it warmed him to hear your smile and feel your fingers in his hair. He was sore, just like you were, and he wished he could curl up beside you and fall asleep right there in your arms. Unfortunately, he would have to leave soon because he would be missed. 

  "I wouldn't do that to you, not even in front of you like that, I don't think I'm like that." You sounded uncertain, something that was his fault and he felt broken. The boy there was the least of the problems, the issue was that Alex couldn't be placed in a hopeful context by your side. And it was getting into his skin.

 “You’re not, babygirl. I’m sure you’re not,” he assured, hugging your middle tight, comforting his head on your chest as your hands sank into his locks. "The thing in question is more ‘bout me and my insecurities." 

 “But you’re so hot, daddy.” He chuckled humorlessly before silence voided your ears and then you understood.

 Once again you had your heart tightened by the possibility that he wouldn't stay, regardless of your wishes or words or how much you saw yourself living next to him. If he didn't see you by his side, you couldn't help but live with it.

…

 A few days or perhaps weeks ago, Alex would have been nervous and his heart would have been pounding in his chest as he went to see you, like a proper needy dog. Now, he had a warm mug of tea for you. He was worried, and the way his leg was shaking while he waited for you to open the door gave him away. He was sure that you could handle yourself and didn't need him or anyone else, but he didn't want you to be alone, especially when the only news he had of you since earlier was that you were feeling unwell, locked in your room.

 His breathing softened when he saw you opening the door, only your nose poking out and looking tired at him, who had nothing more than a silly smile to offer you. "Can I come in? I wanted to see you. They said you’d be restin’," he spoke softly, with the same usual velvet tone that made you melt. You closed the door, unlocked it, and then opened it for him. You were wearing his white button-down shirt, the same one you had stolen one of the times you had slept together. After all, you wanted to collect as many memories of him as possible, material and immaterial. He grinned foolishly at the sight of you, and without saying anything, you could feel that it made him happy. You enjoyed it. "You look good," he said before entering and then hugging you gently as if he could break you with any carelessness.

 "But you're burnin’ hot, lil’ one." He looked at you worriedly and you laughed, thanking him for the comment. He blushed, but you deflected, not wanting to embarrass him even though you loved it. 

  "I need to lie down, my body hurts and it's hard to focus on not getting dizzy while standing." He listened attentively, taking his empty hand to your waist to make sure he got you. You were hiding it well, but you were still surprised that he had actually gone to your hotel room just to see you sick. 

 He helped you with the pillows, supporting you halfway sitting and halfway lying on them so that you looked comfortable. You thanked him, feeling good to have someone there. It was so sweet of him that it made you light at the mind, at least.

 He stroked your face with the warm hand that had just come out of contact with the cup, which was slightly closed, and you could feel the comfort of it in a soft sigh.

 "Is this for me, Al?" And although your face showed no signs of illness, your voice made it clear how exhausted you were, and Alex wrinkled his nose at it, as if he could feel hurt by your pain.

 He had forgotten about the tea, luckily it hadn't had time to get cold. "I got it for you, I thought it’d help. I don't know how you feel ‘bout tryin’ to drink somethin’, but I think it would be good. Did you take any medicine?" You couldn't help but genuinely smile at  how spontaneous he seemed in looking out for you.

 You picked it up, indicating for him to sit on the bed with you. Yet, before joining you, he made sure you didn't burn yourself with the paper around the mug and didn't drop anything. When the liquid entered your throat, it was as if you finally felt good, at least for certain seconds. 

 "This is good, what is it?" You forced yourself to speak, and Alex, realizing this, asked you not to do it, putting his hand on your waist and stroking the area. It was comfortable to a worrying degree. “And I’m on meds, it’s okay.” 

 "It's peach." He whispered after you insisted on talking and commented on how British it was of him. You got cozy next to him, still giving him all of your attention. His eyes roamed your arms and the open buttons of his white collar shirt on your figure, but in an affectionate and comforting way, like you were only his to look at.  "Can I lay on your chest?" you asked, and although he rolled his eyes at your persistence of using your voice, he opened his arms to you. He was warm, the heat of the day still lingering inside, but he found comfort in seeing you smile softly and snuggle into him under the blankets.  

 He kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before pulling you closer. "How long can you stay?" you whispered, your nose nestled into his neck. Your hand slipped beneath his shirt, seeking out more of his warmth, and he shivered at how cold your fingers were. 

 "I can stay as long as you need, babygirl. I'm free for the rest of the day." You could hear the smile as his words filled the air. And then, you settled into a comfortable silence, one that was intimate and yet loud wrong given the circumstances.

 "I like you, a lot. It's more than just sex, I want you to know," he murmured, like a secret in your ear. It was a truth that Alex had been hesitant to voice, believing that verbalizing it would hurt you more in the long run. He knew he was probably right, but he couldn't help but want to tell you, especially since it was what you wanted the most from him. 

 You squeezed him in a tighter hug and smiled against the fabric of his chest. He, too, felt happy and relieved. "I like you a lot too, daddy," you whispered, before he could cover your face in kisses and urge you to try and rest. 

 He couldn't deny that he was a little embarrassed by how you had transformed a somewhat infamous nickname into a pet name so affectionate that he could almost read your feelings for him solely from the sweet way you said it. He would miss your lips calling him that, and he knew that he wouldn't allow anyone else to use it in the future. It wouldn't make sense coming from any other mouth but yours.

…

 Alex had dreamed about it, but he had avoided mentioning it to you. 

 He was starting to feel like a teenager with his first girlfriend. In this particular dream, Alex watched you play piano in a small, cozy room with medium to low lighting. You looked like an angel wearing his usual white button-up shirt and green scarf around your neck, with your messy hair. He watched you from the doorway and had woken up to the sound of you playing, intending to embrace you from behind. But, he woke up to an empty bed next to him. That night before he moved to another city and subsequently a new hotel room, Alex still had your scent and marks on his pillow, which filled his mind with thoughts and prolonged sighs full of insomnia, thinking about what it would be like to have morning sex with you if he ever had the chance. Either way, he couldn't resist and fell asleep to his own hands and used pillowcases.

 The next day, the band, like the whole team, was free. You hoped that Alex would come to you or would wait until later in the day to look for him. You didn't mind being the one to go after him first, you just needed to see him. However, Alex already had a plan in mind. In the morning, he dismissed and made sure that no one would use the keyboard room, leaving the place free for you both. 

 And how did he know that you could play? Well, he had looked at your files and resumes beforehand. 

 Then the plan went well, he called you on the reception intercom, saying that he needed your help with some instruments. You understood, but still couldn't read Alex between his lines. When you arrived, he greeted you as usual, with his serene smile and open arms for you to snuggle into. You closed the door, jumped on him, and wrapped yourself fully around him, and he caught you agilely and kissed you with the same warmth. Between some of his caresses on your neck, you noticed the keyboard in its place. 

 "Do you need help?" You asked, feeling a little awkward for not having noticed it before jumping on him, not that he seemed to mind. 

 "No, my plan was just to see you, baby," he kept smiling, seeing your sudden nervousness dissolve, and kissed your forehead in comfort. "Would it be weird if I asked you to play for me?" He asked, studying you with his eyes. He wanted that, but he didn't want to see you uncomfortable, and now that he was asking that, he was cursing himself for having put his desire first. However, you didn't mind, your smile was radiant, and you didn't hesitate to nod your head. 

 "Do you really want me to play for you? You know you play much better than me, huh? How long have you been doing this, like 30 years or more?" He laughed at your irony, shaking his head in denial before grabbing you by the waist and eliciting more laughter out of you. 

 With your face lit up, he picked you up and sat you on the keyboard table with him. You settled briefly, with his hands on your waist and your body close to his, which was so intimate and full of clear feelings that, if it weren't for the deadline of your departure, it would have seemed too unreal to be true. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his beard already growing way too much, rubbing against your soft skin while he was showering you in light kisses. Soon, your fingers filled the room with music. Alex confirmed to himself how talented you were; it was like in his dream, if not better, and you looked even more angelic than he had imagined. 

 He pushed your hair away from your face to get a better view of you and get drunk in your profile in pure concentration. Then, pulling your locks further to the side so that your head follows, he gained more space to your neck, where he placed more kisses all over the bare flesh, making you lose focus and miss some notes. Before joining you in the melody, he hugged you even closer, pulling the scarf from inside his own coat and draping it around your shoulders, making himself comfortable in you and whispering amidst the music. "You're perfect, did you know that, babygirl?" He breathed out, your head falling gently onto his chest. He expected you to take the fabric as yours, something he knew you would, just as you did with the one shirt you were wearing in his dreams. 

…

 Your eyes closed briefly, your warm tongue wrapped around his fingers, and soon he found himself holding the breath in his chest as your swollen lips took them just as he'd explained. 

 "Good girl," he let the air out of his lungs, making you chuckle.  Your eyes met his and he pushed the fingerprints in a little more, yet slowly, but you had a reflex and he withdrew his fingers quickly, realizing that his fist was dripping with saliva. 

 "Does it make me bad?" You asked apprehensively and Alex shook his head.  He could tell by your face that you were embarrassed. 

 "This is normal, nothing's wrong.  As much as I imagine it'll get better with time, it is likely to happen, babygirl." 

  He patted your head, seeing you nodded eagerly.  "Okay, daddy. So can I try again, please?" Your eyes were comfortable, as if you really wanted this.  

 He was still afraid of being something you thought you wanted, but deep down you would regret it, or that in fact you didn't want it and just thought you were obliged.  Alex didn't want that to be the case, yet there he was doing your will and helping you figure out how to take him in your mouth.  He was trying to make it a good experience for you. 

 Not resisting you, he let your delicate hands encircle his wrist and he stretched out two fingers, tracing your lips until you took them slowly again.  That was like training, and it was your idea, if Alex explained what to do and how he liked it, you would satisfy him.  You wanted to make it right for him. He always made you feel so good, he deserved it. "Put your head down a bit further, it'll be more comfortable. You have to wrap everything in saliva and it'll be easier."  Your eyes watered, but you followed what he said and it seemed to work. 

 Alex was feeling swollen and sore, he already thought he couldn't last much longer.  As you picked up the pace, managed to take the full length and not choke, you pulled away gently, not messing up his hand this time, and looked up at him happily. 

 "I know, babygirl. You did fuckin' great for me, huh?" He whispered low, cheeks red.  He didn't have to pull you in for a kiss, you did that yourself, throwing yourself into him in a hug and sealing your lips over his until you had him sighing heavily into you. 

 He let you do as you wanted, your kisses went down to his neck, paying attention to every mark in the place.  He liked you like that, he liked that you felt so good around him that you didn't feel bad about being confident.  That was hot, just like you smothering him in lipstick.  Not wanting to let you down, and knowing he wasn't that loud, he let out a few grunts as he rubbed his fingers to your waist, just to let you know he was enjoying it. 

 "Shhh," he kissed your lips, going deeper until your body relaxed into his.  Your hands were shaking in anticipation and he wanted to make it better for you.  "It's okay, don't worry. If you want to stop, that's fine too."

 You indicated yourself well, nodding that you understood.  You wet your lips, running wet trails down his body.  It wasn't uncomfortable, it was just that your head was louder saying that you didn't know what you were doing. And well, you didn't. You stayed on his belly, pressing your fingers into the soft skin and lightly nipping at the spot, as well as nuzzling and digging the tip of your nose into the area as he did with you.  You liked the tickle it brought, maybe it was the same with him.  As you looked at him, he would smile gently at you, and you would never know how to describe how handsome and hot and pretty he was.  His hands were braced at his sides, cheeks reddened and brows arched in concentration, his body, just as yours, seemed to scream for it. 

 "It's good, I'm 'ere for you, puppy." He assured you after your needy eyes pleaded for his attention.  You thought that him driving you through it would be perfect, and minutes before you had told him that, but now you weren't so sure anymore.  Thankfully, Alex was cautious, and as his fingers caressed your face and then brushed back your hair, you found yourself calming down under his touch. "Take your time, but that's just how we agreed, babygirl." You chuckled weakly at how naturally friendly that sounded. 

 You ran your hands down his torso, positioning yourself better.  You closed your eyes, managing to feel his attention on you.  Alex had his mouth hanging open, and when your delicate fingers cupped him, he couldn't help but let out a heavy, audible sigh.  You bit your lip and looked at him happily, the view he had was great.  He was hard, heavy in your hands and it was good to know you were the one who did it. 

 You groped him a bit, admiring how he swallowed hard and leaned his hands behind him, enjoying a better view of you.  He had a look of encouragement that made you believe it would work out well.  You wrapped your tongue around his tip, sucking lightly, just as he had taught you to do on his fingers.  Alex had to stop himself from pushing himself into your mouth and you laughed sweetly.  He thought the vibrations you were sending him were good. Excited by his reaction, you ventured to suck more of him to yourself, until his hand became tighter in your hair and he pulled you out, causing a lingering trickle of saliva to run down your chin and he sweetly wiped it away.  You eyed him with furrowed brows, irritated but still immersed in the taste of him and how wet you felt. 

 "You gotta listen to me better, I said take it slow, pup." You settled on your knees, looking as angelic as ever.  Alex didn't sound like he wanted to impose control or anything, he just didn't want your first time doing that to be with someone who would get there so fast, something he was sure would happen if he kept looking at you. "Can you be a good girl for me, huh?"

 You got dizzy at the words, taking the part you knew you couldn't reach into your mouth in your hand and nodded.  "I'm sorry, daddy. I'll be good for you," and you were fearless to be.  You understood Alex, you felt the same way when he was between your thighs. 

 You held your fingers steady on him, as you had on his wrist minutes ago, and he seemed to approve.  You took him in licks and warm comfort again, feeling his body relax as he throbbed on your tongue.  Alex's features were something you swore you could remember forever as his head snapped back and his hands in your hair slackened, he looked like a God.  Poor thing, you were making him lose strength over you.

  Still sluggish, seeking to savor every second, you closed your eyes on how good it felt and tried not to make it bad again as you took him all down your throat.  And then, contrary to what you thought, you managed to get away with it, burying your head into him until the tip of your nose brushed his lower belly and he let out the best sound ever heard.  He was a good teacher, you didn't choke on him and just when you thought you were going to, you could almost hear him saying in his tender tone. "Focus on breathin' through your nose, babygirl. Can you do that for me?" As he was making you go steady, just like right there in that moment. 

 As expected, it doesn't take long for him to empty himself into you.  In your mind, you'd swallow every drop, just like he did with you. Yet, as your throat itches on something that was supposed to be comforting, your eyes stinged and soon you found yourself holding back a little cough, at least until Alex got his orgasm like he deserved.  You no longer had your lips wrapped around him, but you continued to guide him through it by pressing him, taking your deep breaths and trying to control your breathing right.  It was dazzling to see him squirt over your fingers and his own belly in husky, shy moans. 

 You ran your fingers along his waist, smiling at the tired look he was giving you as his chest rose and fell. "What do you think?" Your question was with a goofy smile, genuinely pleased that you had made him feel good. 

 He took note of your teary eyes, corners of your lips still a little white stained and wished he could keep you to himself. "In heaven?"  His accent sounded thicker, properly addictive and you found yourself wanting to hear more until you got tired of it. 

 He made himself more comfortable and before pulling you to him, you went to distribute kisses on his belly, caressing his soft skin. As soon as Alex realized what you wanted to do, he stopped you, taking you closer to his chest in soft kisses to your head. 

 "Look, you don't have to swallow it, not for me and not for anyone else, did you get me, lil' one?" And like the good observer that he was, he knew how to read your discomfort with yourself for not being to do that like no one else would ever. 

 "The taste and texture, not quite what I expected." He murmured that he could imagine as you hid your face in his chest, he took you in. He stroked your hair, trying to pull himself together to thank you properly for being such an angel to him. 

  "You did well."  He chuckled, pondering your ability to turn such impure moments into something as sweet as you were.  "You're always so good to me, make me feel so good, babygirl. No matter the situation, you're unbelievable." He wiped your mouth, kissing your eyes before letting himself get lost into your scent as it filled his nostrils. 

…

 His eyes slowly opened, his arm numb and his body slightly sore, though the feeling was good. You were sleeping, snuggled comfortably against his chest. He gently released you, his hand moving to your face as you nuzzled into his warmth. Your expression was calm, relaxed, and you seemed to be made to be there with him. He pushed your hair back a little, noticing how small you appeared in his arms, and he smiled at your features.

 With minimal movements, he picked up his phone, switched on the camera, and took a photo of you, even if it was an awkward one, with your messy hair and slightly open mouth, you looked like a perfect angel to him. You shifted, becoming more comfortable in his embrace, and murmured something. "It's okay, you can go back to sleep, babygirl." He kissed your forehead, holding you tighter, and nestling his nose into your neck, taking in your soft skin and smell. Soon, both of you would be asleep.

 In the morning, he would show you the photo and ask if he could keep it with him.

…

 The show would start in just under an hour. Looking back, the time seemed to have passed too quickly, even though it had been well spent. It still felt like there was more to be said and done, it was indisputable. This was the penultimate concert of the marathon, which meant that soon you would be out of his sight. The atmosphere between you was not awkward, but pleasant as before. You had both chosen not to comment on it and simply live in the moment until something was resolved. 

 Well, in terms of resolution, you had not properly addressed the issue, both of you had remained silent about it. This didn't seem to be a problem since you were enjoying each other's company just right. He was spending his precious minutes before the performance with you, after having convinced the band that having that moment alone was important for concentration. And as much as he didn't think everything he did was enough, he hoped it was, or that you believed it to be.

 As your breath grew weaker, your fingers traced his face, nose, beard, until your hand rested on his cheek. Every now and then, you caught a glimpse of how he closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into your palm. "You're so handsome, daddy," you whispered, admiring the contours of his face. His lips turned up in a gentle smile and he leaned into your touch, cherishing the tenderness of the moment. 

 Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your usual dress was up and being held by him, as he had his pants down with his unders. The sight of it was definitely messy and dirty, but the clarity of the moment made it so much more than just sex. 

 He kissed your hand as soon as your lips touched the space between his eyebrows, "Do you think so?" You lazily nodded, working yourself towards him. He smiled at you, somewhat shy, with the tip of his nose red and then your fingers made their way to his chest and neck, stopping at the collar of his t-shirt and holding him tight while you struggled to keep his eyes on him. His smile widened as he licked his lips, realizing that what he was doing was what he had taught you on the pillow night, to alternate between using your legs and hips, so as not to tire quickly, and you were divine. "You're makin’ me feel so good, puppy," your forehead dropped to his as he squeezed your thighs to bring you closer to his body. "So fuckin' good." His voice softened you before he could silence you with a kiss, just as urgent and still caring as the first time, as if he ached every part of him to you.

 You clung to him, sinking all the way into his lap. He treated you with delicacy most of the time, unless you begged him for more, so being able to do that of your own free will, feeling him fill you up to the brim, comfortable and nice, was wonderful. You could feel him deep in your stomach, even if not literally, you were sure it was like you could tell he did reach you there. His hands were shaking, as were his lips, which failed to emit sounds due to the moans that were so directed that came out as screams into the silence. That made you happy, so you lingered, riding him even more intensely but in less hurried movements. He held you even tighter and you laughed.

 “Not funny, babygirl.” He sounded sweet, eyes gleaming from the way your body swayed up and down on top of him, you didn't agree. It was good to see him like this.

 It wasn't like you were going to hold yourself for much longer, no matter how hard you tried, but Alex could easily read that in you by now. Then, without making a fuss about it, he hugged you to himself right into place, hands firmly around your waist and face to the side, so that even when your head fell onto his chest he could look at you. Your body landed lightly on top of his and soon he was slamming you hard from underneath as you held him tightly to keep your balance. That felt good and was exactly what you needed, it wasn't long before the room was bathed in your infamous noises. 

 As you both composed yourselves, he kept his eyes on you, caressing your back and kissing your forehead and hairline, like being put to sleep. Your hands intertwined with his for comfort, and you could feel his chest rising and falling in a way that made you feel relaxed. On your cheek, you could feel the dampness of his shirt where you had bitten the fabric to muffle your moans. He threatened to get up and move to a more comfortable position, one where you wouldn't be semi-naked in a sound check room, but you refused, snuggling closer to him and hiding your face, wanting to have him on you for a longer time. It was comforting, like being complete. It was difficult to explain, but it felt good.

He then just settled back into his seat, groaning a little from the movement and how sensitive he was, and let you use him as a blanket until he was all over you. And gradually, the sweet nothings in your ear made you feel thoughtless, leaving you immersed in the moment that you wanted to last so much more than just that, as he would soon be leaving you to perform for thousands of people.

"You know the song you asked me why it wasn't on the setlist?" He said in his soft, punctuated voice. You nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Well, lil’ one. Now it's there."

…

 As soon as Alex entered your hotel room, he noticed the mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and it didn't seem like you were leaving for home in a few hours right before your classes started again. In contrast to how organized he had become over the years, the sight of the messy room made him feel the difference between you. You sure were more mature than him at your age, but you still acted your age because that was all you had.

  "Look at me, please, babygirl. I'm not leaving until you look me in the eye," he said, caressing your cheeks. He was kneeling in front of you, between your legs, with his hand lightly on your thigh. He had worked hard on his own feelings to be there in front of you before his early flight back to London. You took a deep breath and looked up at him. The tears accumulated in your eyes, and you wished you didn't make a big deal out of it. Before the words came out of his mouth, he felt a knot in his throat and his vision became blurry. "Please don't hate me," you swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words throughout your body. Deep down, you knew he wouldn't choose you. This wasn't a movie. Nonetheless, hearing him make it clear and real for you was painful. You covered your face with your hands, trying unsuccessfully to hide the tears that were about to come.

 "You're going to find someone so much better, you'll see. It'll be okay, y'know that. You're an incredible girl, little one." You wanted him.

 Your sobs drowned him out, and he couldn't hold back anymore, enveloping you in his arms and kissing your head. The room was screaming, bothering him with your lack of words. He needed you to act insane, kick him or scream at him. 

 He gently held your hands, moving them away from your face as your tears began to fall silently, yet persistently. Your bright eyes were now dull, and he swore to himself once again that if you asked, he would find a way to be completely yours. However, it was not in your plans, and you refused to force him to stay if he wasn't sure about it. Perhaps you were both wrong, or perhaps you were both right, but the feeling you had nurtured had not suddenly changed or disappeared. 

 "I don't hate you, daddy. I could never." You forced a weak smile, and Alex, with his face now red, holding back tears, found it adorable how the pet name still sounded sweet in your mouth. "This hurts, but I could never hate you, nor do I want to." Your fingers went to his hair, pushing back the dark locks behind his ear. He was breathtaking even when he cried. He kissed your wrist, then peppered kisses all over your arm. 

 "I wish it could be different. As I've said before, I wouldn't hurt you if I could." He leaned in, your breaths mingling, and you exhaled. "I'm glad it happened, I think the chances were slim. We were like the wrong people at the right time, and I think good things are meant to be finite, aren't they?"

 He simply remained silent, knowing you were right. It wasn't like he went around looking for girls your age or flirting with anyone from his work team. 

 He gently folded a piece of paper into your hands and rested his head on yours, his eyes open as he tried to memorize every inch of you, even if it meant crying more on the flight back home. "I wrote something for you. I know I'm not good with words, but I wanted to do this for you. Can you read it when I'm not 'ere? Please?" You agreed, beaming with excitement and showing Alex a genuine goofy smile that made him believe everything would be okay.

 You had been ecstatic to learn that he had written something for you, like properly thinking about you when doing so. You told him you could try and do that. 

 At first, you thought about exchanging cell phone numbers just to keep in touch, but over time, you realized that if you couldn't have each other in that way, it was better not to have each other at all because you wouldn't be able to let go of that feeling if he were around, and he understood. "Can you kiss me like you mean it?" He whispered and you complied, getting along with the salty of his tears and intertwining your fingers into his hair, pulling lightly in your grip for what could possibly be the last time. It was lingering and as he sealed your entire face with his lips, you could still taste him in your mouth. 

 After embracing him securely, you parted ways, and he kissed your forehead while wiping away your tears with the sleeves of his light blue blazer he was wearing. As you both shared a friendly gaze, he took it off and handed it to you. "You can keep it, I don't mind," he whispered. You avoided telling him that you took his clothes because they smelled like him, and having a new one wouldn't help since the scent would fade away eventually. Nevertheless, you took it, feeling embraced by the intangible goodness that this piece of clothing would become a frequently used item of yours. You would certainly wear it all the way home, and probably cry, but you didn't care. 

 He kissed you a few more times, all over your face, those wet and lingering ones, properly pressed and comfortably noisy. You hugged him back, doing the same to him as you had his soft hair between your fingers and his scent intoxicating you. You still couldn't tell if love was always that painful, nor could you say for sure if it was love, but you hoped it would happen again and be something enduring and just as intense. 

 "It's not that hard to reach me, I'll let them know 'bout you, but if you need anything, you can come to me, I won't mind," he said. You laughed, "like a sugar daddy?" He let out a chuckle too, wrinkling his nose and the wrinkles around his eyes becoming present. You would miss him so much. "Yeah, maybe somethin' like that, babygirl."

 "Thank you for takin' care of me," you said. He nodded, as if it was obvious he would. He got up slowly, and you let him, watching with a dry mouth as he was about to leave. "Once again, I know you may not want this but I couldn't live with the idea that I'm depriving you of things by being with me. You still have so much ahead of you and I can't interrupt that with my selfishness. I like you too much to do that."

 You looked away from him, feeling your throat scratch. You didn't agree, but you understood him and he knew that. His eyes threatened to give up on him again, but he couldn't bear to leave you crying as his last memory of you, so he kissed your face once more, brushing his stubble softly on the spot and left, looking back one time just to see you lying there, staring at the ceiling with the letter on your chest. He couldn't no longer do anything and his heart ached even more after closing the door. Doing the right thing didn't lighten his mind any more. 

 You crumbled completely alone in that hotel bed, and for years to come you were able to remember the colors of the sheets and the room number. You let the pain take over you, feeling your throat burn and your eyes sting as you tried to empty your chest. It seemed to last an eternity, which surely lasted several minutes because you only stopped when you received a call asking you to release the room as soon as possible. You didn't care, you would still take your time. Your head was killing you, but even so, with blurred vision, you saw yourself unfolding the crumpled letter and lightly laughing at how cute his handwriting was, only Alex would do that by hand in the year you were in. 

 The tears worsened every second and that was because you were being exposed to a kind of analysis in well-structured stanzas of details he liked about you, from how you laughed at the tip of his nose buried in your skin, or how you loved running your fingertips over his beard about to grow and that was why he spent days leaving it unkempt on purpose, to even your way of speaking looking at him as if he were someone special and deserving of someone like you. In the end, he had signed it as Alexander and then added without delay or explanation, "I love you, very much and loved every second, babygirl." And on impulse, you got up, rubbing your face with the blazer's sleeves, which was undoubtedly swollen, and hurried out into the corridor, only to come face to face with Matthew, who was leaning against the hotel room door in front of yours, with his suitcases on the ground.

 He looked surprised, and of everything that Alex had told him about you, it only became real and made him understand that it was intense for both of you when he saw you lost looking at him as if he were a ghost.

 "Alex asked you to look after me," you whispered, knowing that it was him trying to stop you.  You hadn't questioned it, you were stating the obvious in disbelief to yourself. How could he be so sure of that?  It was funny, in a hateful and kind of way. 

 "Which is a little crazy, Alex was always more about impulsive instinct than rational."  He said it carefully out of sheer understanding.  "He probably cares 'bout you a lot, girl."  And you wanted him to be wrong so that Alex would have waited for you outside and not him. 

 Your dull eyes continued to stare into blank space as your back was against the wall.  The letter still swirled through your mind like a plague, and that would last for a long time to come.  

"Would you like me to help you with something? Your bags? Taking something from your room?" He was concerned, trying his best to help. You felt like a lunatic in his presence, but to him, you were a younger, female version of Alex – it felt familiar to him. "I don't think so," you replied with a nod, but he remained in place and chuckled softly. "Alex is leaving early, y'know, and we agreed that I'll stay 'ere until he's on the plane. He's not certain 'bout leavin' you 'ere alone, but I think it's for the best." You bit your lip – you loved Alex just as intensely as he loved you.

  "And what do you think?" Your eyebrows arched, though you had no hope for a positive response. "That you'll thank him for this in the future, even though it hurts now." You swallowed hard and nodded as if thanking him, then retreated back into your room. Before he was out of sight, you turned to him and asked him to tell Alex that you loved him too. He agreed to do so without judgment in his eyes. While you would have preferred to convey the message in your own voice, you needed Alex to know, no matter how. The idea that he would never hear it from you left you feeling unsettled, and you didn't want to live with that regret. And so, memories were all that remained – you knew that he would never be yours again. 

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Pussy pt. 2 /positive end/ (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: will come out with a negative ending too. I feel like this story could develop more, and the positive end is slightly finite, so to give more opportunity to continue, i'll make a negative one too.

Y/N's POV:

It's been 3 weeks since Jude walked out on me, and saying I miss him is an understatement. He's lurking in every corner of my mind. "Are you sure I have to come?" I ask, hunching my back at maya. "Yes!! You'll have fun, Y/N. You can't rot in here forever." She tells me, blending my eye makeup. "You know who's going to be there!" I tell her. "Oh my god. Big deal. Your lover is going to be there. Why do you care? Stick with us and you'll be fine."  Phoenix says. "How am I supposed to 'be fine' when he's around?" I tell them. I don't think I'll be able to bare seeing his stupid face without kissing it. "He's not even worth it. You'll find some good dick, tonight. Trust me. It'll make you forget all about him." Milly says. She's probably right. How am I tripping over a guy I never even had?

The girls were right. This is the most fun I've had in weeks. I'm sat at the bar, chatting away with phoenix while the rest of the girls dance in the center of the club. "I just thought that she was so much better than that! Oh- Hey baby." Our gossip gets interrupted by Alex. "Hey, love. Can I sit?" He asks for my permission. I stick out my hand, pointing to the chair next to his girl. He takes a seat and orders his drink. "So, what are you ladies on about?" He asks. "Just updating Y/N on the latest gossip. She's a little out of the circle." She tells her boyfriend, whispering the last part, jokingly.(in like a whispering loud enough to seem like she's not trying to keep a secret from me idk if that makes sense)"Yeah, I've noticed. Where've you been lately? Jude's sweeping you away from us." He says, sipping his drink. Phoenix lightly nudges him to where he gives her a questioning look. "Jude and I aren't talking. He hasn't told you?" I ask him. We all know all about Jude's past hoes, so why hasn't he starting shitting on me yet. "Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Umm, no. He hasn't mentioned it." Alex tells me. "It's fine." I smile at him.

About 2 hours of gossiping and drinking at the bar with phoenix has passed, but it feels like less that 10 minutes. Her and I are obnoxiously laughing about something that I said. At this point, we're damn near falling off our chairs, holding our stomachs and wiping the tears from our eyes. This girl makes everything so much better. I haven't even thought about Jude. Jude. Where is he, anyways? I haven't seen him. "Hey, Alex?" His attention turns away from his light conversation with the bartender. "Hmm?" He raises his eyebrows at me. "Is Jude here? I haven't  seen him today." I feel Phoenix roll her eyes without even looking at her. "Yeah, he's over there." He points towards the corner of the dance floor. He's talking with Sienna, a friend of Milly's. She knows nothing of Jude and I relationship. He look so focused on her, his arm rested on the doorway of the bathroom, his body towering over her. I feel fire burning in my eyes as he indulges in her, the same way he used to indulge in me. "Hey. Leave him. Let's go dance." Phoenix and I are much more reserved than the rest of the girls in our group, but after a few drinks, were the worst of the bunch.

She grabs my hand and pulls my off the barstool I was sat on, leaving her boyfriend alone. She drags me up the stairs of the nightclub to the dancefloor on the second floor, far away from Jude. It is the VIP section, however. "Phoenix, we can't get in here." I tell her, pulling her hand. "We have tits. We'll use them." I roll my eyes at her crude, drunken ideas.

Phoenix has been arguing with the bouncer for what feel like an eternity. "Let's just go dance downstairs. It's not that serious, Phoenix." I tell her, my feet hurting due to my very high heels. "They're with me." We hear a deeper voice say from behind us. We both turn around to see Jude standing there. He looks so beautiful. His hair as clean as normal. Despite my heels, he still towers over both of us. He looks down at me and gives me a warm smile. The same warm smile that made me catch feelings for him in the first place. The bouncer immediately apologizes to Birmingham's golden boy and let's us in. Phoenix, forgetting the whole point of why we were trying to get in to the VIP section in the first place, thanks Jude and drags me in.

"Can I steal her for a minute? Thanks." Jude asks Phoenix and grabs my hand. He walks me to a secluded table. He has some buffalo wings and virgin drinks on the table. "Are you sober?" He  asks, sitting down. I'm trying to keep a cold shoulder towards him, but I want to kiss his stupid face. I want to cover his face with kiss marks. I used to take  pictures of him covered in my lipstick. My lock screen used to be a picture of him covered in my lipstick. Him and I had just finished getting high together. Him and I were all cuddly and lovey. He ended up telling me how he hated lipstick marks, so I covered his face in kisses.

"I am now." I tell him, my voice coming across softer than intended. "I want to talk to you, and I think you know what its about. I want to explain myself. If you don't want to talk here or now, I get it, but we need to talk." If Jude is going to reject me for the 50th time, I don't want to hear it. Lets give him a chance. He did say that he just didn't want to hurt me. "Well, go on then." I cannot handle being mean to him. "I know you're mad. I understand. I take full responsibility for what I did." He explains. He offers me some chicken and a drink. I haven't eaten in hours, so I gladly take it. Jude continues pleading his case to me as we finish the basket of wings in front of us. He pays for his open tab. "Can we go home?" I ask him, breaking my silence. He simply gets up and guides me to his car, avoiding all my friends.

"Sorry. I just couldn't feel comfortable talking to you there." I explain to him. "Jude, the fact that you fucked around with me but refuse to date me is vile. I've had feelings for you for so fucking long, and I can't help how I feel about you. I didn't understand why you wouldn't commit to me until you explained it. Before you did, I just assumed that I wasn't good enough for you but was easy to keep around. It's not fair of you to assume you're going to hurt me without even giving us a chance. I understand wanting to keep me safe and all that, but you're actually just hurting me. If you're going to reject me then do it. I will respect it more if you do, and you won't loose me. You're my best friend and that's never going to change." I say, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

"Oh, my love...I'm not going to reject you. I just needed time. Everything moved so fast that day, and I didn't want to hurt you. I'm so in love with you, and I always have been. I think all of my hidden feelings have been revealed. I actually wanted to ask you to go out with me." He tells me. He wants to go out with me? "Like a date?" I ask him. "Yes, like a date." He smiles at me. "Awh, Juju..." I say, getting up from my place on the table. We agreed to sit opposite each other on the dining table to keep it from being awkward. I walk towards his chair and hold his hands. "I would love to go on a date with you." He pulls me in between his legs and wraps his arms around my waist. My arms go around his neck and I hug him. I pull back from the hug and stare into his beautiful brown eyes, his seated position making them level with mine.

He's looking down at my lips while I'm looking at his eyes. His eyes come up and meet mine. He makes me so nervyy. "Whhaaatt?..." I ask him, hiding my face in his neck. His hand comes up my neck and onto the back of my head. He pushes my head deeper in the crook of his neck and nuzzles his nose into my shoulder. "You smell amazing. And look amazing." He says. His lips come up to my ear and whispers, "I'm sure you taste amazing too."

(Smut)

"Fuck, Jude! Right there..." I moan out as Jude flicks his tongue on my clit. He laps my cunt over and over again, until I'm shaking around him. "Baby, I'm going to cum..." I say, grabbing his hair. Jude is so strict about who does and doesn't touch his hair. Only him, his barber, and his mum are allowed to touch his hair. Apparently, that list has expanded to him, his barber, his mum, and me. I know it seems small and insignificant, but it's not. You don't want to fuck with Jude and his hair. "Go on then, baby. Cum on my face." He tells me, sounding like a hungry beast that hasn't eaten in years. I let my wave of orgasm wash over me as Jude sucks my juices up.

"Ready, love?" He asks me, teasing my hole with the tip of his dick. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask him. I was far too pushy last time around. I'm not fucking this up again. Jude simply raises his eyebrows at me and asks me again, "Ready?" I smile up at him and pull his face into a kiss. He takes that as a signal and sticks it inside me. Tears prickle at the corner of my eyes because of his sheer size. I grab ahold of bicep. "Slowly, baby. Please..." I tell him. He slowly works his way all the way inside me. "Whenever you're ready." I tell him.

Jude starts to thrust inside of my. "Fuck, baby. You feel fucking amazing." I grunts as he fucks me at an ungodly pace. Jude leans down and kisses me. When he pulls away, I kiss his cheek. "Ugh. Y/N, you know how I feel about lipstick marks." He tells me, not stopping fucking me. "I know." I say in between giggles. I grab his face and leave dozens of kisses on his face. My lipstick leaving marks all over him, including on the collar of his white dress shirt. I try to kiss his neck, but the shirt gets in the way. I unbutton his shirt to the best of my ability. You can only do so much while getting fucked into an oblivion. Jude helps me take of his shirt and leans down. He kisses me, smudging my lipstick around my mouth.

"Baby, please. I can't take it anymore. Enough..." I tell him, my voice shaking. Jude has made me cum too many times to count, and it's starting to hurt. "Last one, love. I promise." He tells me. "Don't bullshit me, Jude. You've said that the last 3 times." I tell him. He smirks and gives me a laugh. He sticks his pinky out for me to take with mine. "Pinky promise." He says. I take his finger in mine and let him fuck me.

"Go on, love. Come for me." Jude says, moaning into my ears. I cum around his dick as he whispers sweet nothings in my ears. My chest is heaving as Jude continues to fuck me, searching for his high. "Come inside me, Juju. I want your babies inside me. Get me pregnant." At this point, I don't know what I'm saying. Jude and I both know damn well we're not having any babies anytime soon. Jude laughs at my cum-drunk state and kisses me, most likely to shut me up. He moans into my mouth as he spills inside me.

"I'm so so happy you gave us a chance." I tell him, snuggling into his side. Jude got me cleaned up and has me resting on his chest. He has the blanket pulled up on me, the top of my boobs peaking out. "I'm so excited to see what this new chapter has in store. And I don't even read." He tells me. I laugh at his incellular humor. He kisses the top of my head and abruptly gets up. I feel my heart drop. Jude gets out of bed, puts on his boxers, and walks towards the living room. Deja vu. I put on his hoodie that he left here a while ago. Now that I look around, all of his stuff is still here. I quickly walk out in nothing but his hoodie. "Jude?" I ask him. He is taking something out of the pants he came in. "C'mere." He tells me, pulling out a box. I walk towards him and he grabs me by the shoulders and faces me away from him. I puts a necklace around my neck and clasps it. I look down and see a 'J' hanging from my neck. I put my hand on the charm and turn around to face him. He shows me his wrist where he has a bracelet with my initial on it. He kisses my forehead. "Let's go to bed, honey."

Jude is asleep on top of me. He's starting to suffocate me because of how big he is, so I'd like the role him off me. He lets out a few groans. "What's going on?" He asks me, rubbing his eyes. "Nothing. Go back to sleep, baby." I notice that the lipstick marks from when I kissed him earlier are still all over his face. I think I need a new lock screen. At the perfect time, Jude opens his eyes. I grab my phone from the side table, and grab his face. I give him a kiss on his cheek and snap a few photos with my phone. We're both smiling uncontrollably. I go into settings and put it as my new lock screen. I go to show Jude, to see that he is fast asleep. I'm so happy he's here.

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OKAY! New ask!! Alex and Y/N get bored at their recon outpost and decide to see who can complete their workout track faster. (think like the ones they have at boot camps but low quality bc they’re in the middle of a war zone) whoever won got to shower first bc water is limited but it gets a lil steamy at the end🤭

pairing: alex keller x f!reader

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The Great Race

You and Alex were stationed in a recon outpost in Siberia, where the task force was sent to infiltrate Makarov's convoy. You were stationed there to be lookouts, though there were relativity no people around, causing you both to become increasingly bored. 

As Alex was wiping his gun clean, he noticed a workout track off to the side of where they were. Well, a track is an overstatement. It was a simple dirt track that looked like it had not been used for years. "You see that track over there?" He questions, pausing on cleaning to look up at you. 

You nod your head, not paying too much attention to him. He notices your disregard for his question and decides to say something that will pique your interest. "I would run circles around you on that track."

Your eyes dart up to meet his. "No, you couldn't, Keller." He shrugs. "I know I could." He states as he wipes his gun clean, a slight, knowing smirk forms on his lips.

You swivel your head towards him. "Keller, you are probably the slowest soldier I have ever seen." He rolls his eyes. "Mhm. Sure."

"You are!" You laugh, still looking at him. "Do you honestly think you could beat me?" You ask, sounding baffled. 

"I already said I could."

You purse your lips, looking over at the track. "Let's test it then." He cocks a brow as he stops cleaning. "Seriously?" You smile at him. "Scared, Keller?" He narrows his eyes. "Never." He turns his head to asses the track again. "Fine. I'll humor you."

You both make your way down the ladder of the outpost and head over to the dirt track.

"Ok. We'll do a mile. Four laps around-"

"I know how many laps a mile is." He interrupts.

You continue, paying no mind to his interruption. "And the first person to finish gets to..." You ponder a suitable prize. "Shower first." 

He nods, pleased with the prize. "Sound good?" You ask. "That shower is going to feel so good." You glance at him. "Right. Like you're going to be the one to cash it in." You point out. "I'll count to three; then we'll go."

"1..." 

"2..."

"Hey, what's that over there?" You look behind him, your eyes widening. Alex is quick to spin around. "Where?" His voice is plagued with confusion. 

"3.." You bolt as you end the countdown. Keller is still at the starting line. He spins around. "God damn it." He grits as he starts to run. 

Both of you are fast. Very fast. After the first lap, you were leading, though Keller was hot on your trail. 

You had been teasing him about being behind you until the third lap started, and he jets past you. "Fuck." You mutter to yourself, attempting to speed past him. 

The fourth and final lap proved to be incredibly challenging. You were both creeping up on the other. If Keller was in front, you were just a little behind. If he was in front, you were on his heels. 

When the finish line was in view, you dashed to pass him. You were both neck and neck. Then, without realizing it, you both crossed the line simultaneously. 

"You cheated, and we still tied." He remarked, his breath sounding labored. "I did not cheat. You need to learn to pay attention." You counter, also out of breath. He smirked. "Oh, is that right?" You nodded. "Yes. You had your head in clouds." He rolled his eyes you. "Mhm." He replied.

Once you both took a second to recuperate, you remembered the prize. "So, who gets to shower first?" You remind him. He ponders the idea. "Well. I guess since we both won, we both get to shower." Your eyes widen. He lets out a soft chuckle. "Not like that. We can face opposite ways." He continues. "Don't you want a hot shower?" You close your eyes, contemplating, eventually caving. "Fine. But, if you look at me-" He snickered. "Wouldn't dream of it, shortcake." He quipped.

You both went to the shower and you began to strip out of your clothes. "Turn around." You remind him. He obliges and starts undressing himself.

"Close your eyes."

"Then I won't be able to see."

"Why would you want to see me-"

"The shower. I won't be able to see where the shower is."

Your face turns pink. "Right." He cackles at your evident embarrassment. 

"I won't look at you. Just go in." You hesitate only momentarily and make your way into the hot, steamy shower. He amends his early sentiment and doesn't look at you as he makes his way in, facing in the opposite direction, your backs to each other.

Although you can try to deny it, Alex Keller is so attractive. You salivate at the thought of his naked body so close to yours. His cock is only mere inches from you.

As he washes his body, you feel the slight graze of his hands on your ass; you slightly moan at the interaction, causing your face to turn red. "Oh my god.." You say, stumbling over your words because you were embarrassed. "I'm sorry..oh my..this is so fucking embarrassing." You attempt to make your way out of the shower, but before you can take one step, Alex grabs your arm, his body now facing yours.

He didn't say a word, nor did you—both of you breathing heavily before he finally broke the silence.

"Can I-" He begins to question before you cut him off quickly.

"Please." You beg.

With that, you two are entangled. His rough hands find their way to the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he roughly kisses you. You maneuver your hands around his neck, bringing him closer to deepen the kiss.

"Fuck." He groans into your mouth as he notices his quickly hardening cock touching your stomach. You gently bring your hand up so it's now gripping him. He grunts at your touch, taking one of his hands from your head and moving it lower so it's cupping your breast. You throw your head back as his finger rubs your sensitive nipple. This incentivizes you to begin pumping his cock, though he is quick to pull your hand off. You give him a confused expression, and he dips his head into the crook of your neck to leave wet, sloppily kisses. 

"I'll come too fast." You laugh at his honesty, before you grab his head from your neck, and reconnect your lips with his. You gently pull back for a moment, your lips still hovering over his.

"This doesn't mean anything." You breathlessly say.

"No?" He bends down, whispering against your neck, as his fingers linger down your body, grazing your wet cunt. "Sure. Maybe it doesn't mean you like me, but I know you like my fingers..." He slips two inside you, soliciting a moan from you, causing a cocky grin to spread across his face. 

"I like a lot of guys' fingers." You continue, your voice sounding like gravel. "You're not special."

"Do you now?" He moves his fingers up and down your throbbing clit. "But, do they all get you this wet?" He whispers into your ear, referring to your dripping arousal. You shamelessly ground against his fingers. He takes your movements and silence as an answer.

"Didn't think so." He remarks as he hungrily catches your lips with his and pushes his fingers back into you. You whine into his mouth at the contact and instantly thread your fingers back through his hair. 

He continues pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt. "So fuckin' wet and tight fer'me." He mutters into your mouth. "Gonna make you come so hard. All over my fingers." He quickened his pace. "You have such a dirty mouth." You breathe out. "You fuckin' love it." He mumbles.

You can feel your peak nearing. "Gonna.." He quickly cuts you off. "When you come, say my name." 

"Kel..-" You begin. "Not fucking Keller. My name." He grits. 

"Alex." You loudly moan as you come, your legs shaking and your heart racing.

He holds you as your orgasm subsides, and then he sets you down gently. 

"Would you wash my hair?" He asks earnestly.

"No. I'm not touching you." You say as you regain your breath. 

"I just gave you an orgasm with my fingers, and you won't wash my hair?" He remarked. "Might I add, you we trynna give me a hand job earlier?"

"Fuck off." You say, as a small smile forms on your lips.

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Hey so this is something I struggle with and I was wondering if you could do a fezco x reader where the reader has a fainting problem because she like never drinks any water. So it’s like they’re in fez’s living room with ashtray when she gets up to get a snack from the kitchen however before she gets there she stops moving and is staring into space before she just collapses . Then when she wakes up you can do whatever you want.

it’s okay if you can’t but it would mean a lot if you could. Thanks so much 💖

I have two fainting problems so this hits very home lol

"Hey, hey, Y/n, wake up!" I can feel someone tapping lightly on my cheeks, my chest sinking at the realization of what actually happened. I groan loudly, the sound itself sounding far from where I lay on the kitchen floor. "Baby, you okay?" My eyes flutter open, meeting Fez's worried ones and I force a smile.

All I knew was that the world was spinning for a few seconds before everything went black. I could feel my mouth drying, my hearing starting to get fuzzy and I could hear Ash asking me if I was good.

But I was not good and I answered their question pretty quickly after, my body collapsing to the ground.

"What the fuck happened man?" Ash asks, raising his hands to rest on his head as he stares down at me, cheeks flushed in concern and there's a slight tremor to his breathing.

"She's fine, probably just forgot to eat or some shit." Fez huffs, his eyes shifting to look at my shaking hands that rest on my stomach. He reaches over, taking one of my hands in his strong ones, biting anxiously at his lip.

"I'm sorry." I whisper shakily, knowing that their fear and frustration is completely my fault. But Fez just shakes his head with a sigh, quick to give me the benefit of the doubt and to cut me some slack.

"Not your fault, angel. If I gotta force feed your ass and force you to take a sip of water every fucking minute, I will." He threatens but it pulls a small laugh out of me, my brain thumping in my head as a small wince escapes me. "C'mon- Ash, go get her some juice or some shit, I'll help her to the couch." Fez's arms wrap effortlessly around me, scooping me up and against his warm chest. "I gotchu, ma."

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Thank you thank you thank you @onthewaytosomewhere and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags!

I actually have a lil something something to share today! 😁 from what’s going to be a sister fic to proud to be yours (a smidge of extra self promo in a post that’s sole purpose is self promo is ok… right?)

“You still haven’t noticed my tie,” Henry says, and Alex smiles and points out the yellow roses patterned across it. He doesn’t say that he spotted them the moment his eyes took in Henry smiling at him from across the room when he arrived. He doesn’t say how he was going to mention it the second he made his way over, finally able to get his hands on the one steady and sure thing in his life at the time. He doesn’t say how he got distracted by someone pointing out how another state had gone red, causing his mind to re-jumble all the things running through it and so the adorable gesture fell to the wayside and only when Henry brought it up did it come back into the light. He doesn’t say how Henry’s words – although he is sure it was unintentional – struck a nerve within him; and he doesn’t say, at least not out loud, how he vows to never let another thing go unnoticed again.

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now some no pressure tags for @meraki-yao @luainthewild aaaaand I'll be nice and make @scripted-downfall a no pressure tag too <3