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cowboysandcigarettes · 3 months ago

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JUNO

summary; watching dean work with some kids on a case leads you to an interesting realization.

warnings! established relationship, canon-typical violence, talk of pregnancy, smut!, praise kink, breeding kink (oops), soft sex, but it kinda unintentionally turned nasty, unprotected p in v (stay safe!)

CASES WITH KIDS WERE ALWAYS HARD. you had a soft spot for kids, especially little ones, even with their sticky fingers and clingy hands.

you had always thought about having kids, but once you became a hunter, you threw that idea out the window. hunting was no life to raise a kid in, god knows you only barely survived in your late teens.

when you met dean, you fell fast and you fell hard. it was difficult to resist his charms and good looks, but your case of lovesickness only grew as you and the elder winchester grew closer. he slowly opened up to you, allowing you to peel back the layers of toughness and defense that he had built up over the years, letting you see the real him.

that only made you fall more in love.

luckily, the feeling was mutual, for as soon as dean had set eyes on you, he was gone. he instantly knew you were the most beautiful thing he had ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on, and as soon as you opened your pink lips to greet him─cussing him out for hijacking your hunt actually─he was completely done for.

neither of you had said anything for a long time, letting the feelings and tension build up over the years until it all came to a boiling point after a hunt almost gone wrong. you had barely had time to take a breath after almost dying before dean's roughened hands were on your face, grabbing you and crashing your lips to his.

you had been together ever since, and although the thought of having kids occasionally popped in your head, you figured dean would never want that. he was a hunter through and through, he could never leave the life, and if you were to have a kid, you could never raise them the way you and him had been raised.

so you pushed those dreams deep down, happy to live your chaotic life with dean, content with just the two of you.

but then you ended up in oregon.

♡ ♡ ♡

the case was a pain in the ass, a couple of rogue vampires taking kids, 'training' them to become a part of their nest.

finding the bloodsuckers was easy enough, they had been holing up in some old farmhouse off the highway, posing as new townsfolk and greeting the neighbors to scout their next victims. it only took the boys and you a day to find the farmhouse and pile into the impala, rumbling off to save the day once again.

the three of you had charged in after a quick surveillance, machetes in hand and dead man's blood at the ready as you crept in, trying not to wake the vamps. unfortunately, they were still up and at 'em, and suddenly ambushed the three of you before you could even process it.

there was only two of them and three of you, but with their enhanced strength and skills, it was pretty much a fair fight. sam and you had been fighting off one of them, dean grappling with the other, when the situation had grown more complicated.

the fight managed to be pushed into one of the other backrooms of the farmhouse, which just happened to be where the vamps were holding the kids. you noticed first, telling sam and calling out to dean before swiftly turning back to your own fight.

"i got 'em!" he calls back, kicking his vamp straight in the chest and sprinting over to where the three kids were tied up, tears streaking down their dirt covered faces.

you manage to get the jump on your own opponent, knocking the monster down. movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you look up to see the vamp dean had been fighting pushing himself up from the ground, fangs bared and snarling at dean, whose back was turned as he untied the kids.

"hey, ugly!" you call, a quick nod from sam assuring you that he had the other creature handled. the one snarling at dean turned in your direction, pausing for a moment before his lips curled again, baring his rows of sharp, deadly teeth at you. you just gripped your machete tighter, bracing yourself in a fighting position. "come and get it."

the creature hissed and charged at you, but you were one step ahead. you noted the flimsy floorboard in front of you and you waited until he was a few steps away before raising your machete over your head, bringing it down hard on the shaky board.

the impact of the blade further destabilized the wood, and as you stepped back, the vamp stepped on that floorboard, his leg crashing through, leaving him stuck. he cried out and growled, hissing and flailing his hands around, trying to reach for you, but before he could even call out to his buddy, you raised your machete again, swinging it around and cutting the bloodsucker's head clean off.

the creature's skull thudded against the wood as it fell, and you stood there for a moment, catching your breath before you lifted your head, trying to find sam. a proud grin spreads across your face as you see him standing at the foot of the other vamp, it's head cut off just like the other one. he meets your gaze, and you both turn to head towards the exit, cleaning off your machetes on some nearby hay bales.

you walk behind sam to the impala, pleased to have come out of the farmhouse with minimal blood staining your skin and clothes. you hear dean's voice before you see him, and as you round the car to greet him, you cut yourself off as you take in the scene in front of you.

the three children are leaning against the door of the imapala, their heads barely reaching the bottom of the window, faces dirt stained and tear streaked. the sight would break your heart if you weren't so distracted by dean, who was crouching in front of them, an easy, comforting smile on his lips as he spoke to them softly.

"see? i told you we'd get 'em for you," he tells them, and the gentle tone of his voice makes you melt a little. "you guys were so brave, doin' exactly as i said and helping each other get out. you guys are real superheroes."

the little boy in the middle, the youngest of the three, looks at dean with wide eyes, still glistening with tears, but there's no more trace of sadness other than the tear tracks on his dusty cheeks. "like batman?" he asks, his small voice slightly wobbly.

dean grins wider at that, and you can practically see the sparks in his eyes as he nods at the little boy. "hell yeah, exactly like batman," he assured the boy. "he'd be so proud of how brave you were, all of you. i mean seriously, i was so scared, but you guys were totally badass."

all three of the children's faces lit up at that, the two girls on either side of the little boy looking at each other and giggling softly before looking back at dean.

he pretended to be confused, cocking his head and looking between the two girls. "what's so funny?" he asks, his lips twitching as he fights off a smile.

"you said a bad word," the girl on the left says, giggling at dean's face.

dean pretends to be offended, quipping something back at the girl to make all three of them laugh again, but you don't hear what, because suddenly you're picturing doing that with another kid.

your kid.

images flash through your head of dean, a little girl in his arms, a sweet smile on his lips as he rocks her gently. dean and a boy with his eyes and your hair standing side by side as he teaches him how to fix up the impala. you and dean side by side as you watch the milestones of your child's life, the look in dean's eyes as he holds them for the first time.

you bite your lip as you watch him with the kids, your heart warming in your chest. but the heat doesn't stop there, it travels through your chest, pooling quickly in your core as you suddenly picture yourself pregnant, dean's hands on your stomach, your sensitive breasts, hips and all over as he takes care of you.

the movement of dean standing up snaps you out of your fantasy, and with a soft smile, you help him and sam load the kids into the impala, offering to sit with them in the back, dean driving and sam in the passenger seat.

the drive back into town wasn't short, but you honestly were content to sit in the car for a couple hours as the kids eagerly conversed with you. they were smart, and you were surprised at their range of vocabulary as they told you about themselves.

you learned that the two girls were sisters, maia and ruby, that they were six and eight, and had a cat named max that they loved to death. the little boy's name was logan, and he didn't talk as much, oddly staying quiet as the girls chatted away at you, but once they turned into talking amongst themselves, he started telling you about all of his favorite superheroes.

eventually, exhaustion dragged the poor kids under, maia and ruby curling into each other, your heart warming when you felt the weight of logan's body leaning into yours. you let him lean against you, gently lifting your arm and resting it over his shoulder, holding him to you.

not so long into his slumber however, logan began to squirm against you, catching your attention as a small, heartbreaking cry left his lips. the poor boy was having a nightmare.

gently, you gripped his shoulders, squeezing lightly as you tried to wake him up. "hey, shh, hey, logan it's okay," you whisper, your heart clenching as another soft cry leaves his lips.

dean's eyes snap to you in the rear view mirror, the cry breaking his concentration on the road. "he okay?"

"he's having a nightmare," you say, meeting dean's eyes for a second, before a pained gasp draws your attention back to the boy next to you. his eyes snap open, brimming with tears as they meet yours, his trembling lips parted like he's trying to say something, but nothing comes out. "hey, hey, buddy, it's okay, you're okay."

you're shocked when he suddenly surges forward, crashing into you with a sniffle. as soon as he does though, your instincts kick in, your arms wrapping tightly around him, one hand cupping the back of his head to you as you shush him softly.

"shh, s'alright honey, you're safe, you're okay," you whisper, tilting your head down to press a kiss to the top of his head, continuing to murmur soft reassurances into his slightly matted hair.

what you didn't see was dean watching you in the rear view mirror. his eyes stayed glued on you and the little boy until he absolutely had to look back at the road, doing so just long enough that he didn't crash, then his gaze returned to you.

something about seeing you with the kids, the way you interacted with and entertained them the whole ride, and especially now, watching you hold and care for this little boy you didn't even know, it did something to him. it started with a pull in his chest, squeezing at his heart, but it moved lower and lower, sparking a heat in his stomach as images flashed in his mind.

you, barefoot and your soft stomach swollen as you grew his child inside of you. you, holding his child in your arms, just like you're doing to little logan right now. a life out of hunting, the life he's always secretly dreamed of, white picket fence and all. dean thinks about how you'd feel, the way your body would change, how he'd be able to mold it with his hands, how sensitive you'd be as he drags his fingers over your skin, up to your chest, making you moan his name.

he's abruptly brought out of his thoughts as a soft melody reaches his ears. he lifts his eyes to the mirror again, and he swears if he was standing up, he would've swooned.

you've got the little boy cradled to your chest, one of your hands cupping the back of his head to hold him to you as you rock gently, your lips pressed to his head, but he can still hear your soft voice.

singing.

dean had never heard you sing before, but he decided then and there that screw his pride, he was gonna ask you to sing for him.

later, after maia and ruby had been dropped off, not going before giving dean a crushing hug, the impala rumbled over to the other side of town to logan's house.

you hoisted the sleeping boy higher in your arms, holding him securely against your chest and covering the back of his head as you step out of the impala, nodding to sam and dean in silent assurance before walking up to the small house.

dean just watched you through the window, his eyes glued to you as you knocked on the door, careful not to wake logan. his anxious tapping of the steering wheel slows to a stop, a contrast to the beat of his heart, which rapidly speeds up as the front door opens, his eyes glued to you as the hysterical parents graciously thank you. his gaze never leaves you, eyes zeroed in on you as you hand over the sleeping boy, his racing heart swelling as you smile at them, leaning down to press one last kiss to the sleeping boy's head before bidding them goodbye.

sam clears his throat next to him, snapping dean out of his daze as you turn to head back to where they wait in the impala. dean tears his eyes from you to glare at sam, who has a knowing smirk on his face.

"what?" dean snaps, a flush crawling up his neck at being caught staring at you.

"nothing," sam replies, shrugging nonchalantly, but the smirk never leaves his face. "just never figured you were the type."

"type?" dean asks, his brow furrowing in confusion. "type to what?"

sam opens his mouth to respond, but he doesn't get the chance to as you open the door of the impala, swiftly sliding into the backseat pausing at the looks on the brothers faces.

"am i interrupting something?" you ask, raising your eyebrows as you look between them.

the brothers share a look, doing their silent telepathy trick that you've never understood, but then dean is clearing his throat and starting the car, eyes focused through the window as he pulls out of the driveway. "nope, just ready to get back to the motel," he responds curtly, and you can sense there's more to it, but you don't pry.

the ride back to the motel is silent except for the soft hum of the radio in the background, but you don't mind. all you can focus on anyways if getting dean alone in your motel room.

when you finally do arrive, you practically drag him out of the car, ignoring sam's roll of his eyes as you hastily unlock the motel room, stumbling in with more force then necessary and closing it behind you.

"what's the rush?" dean questions, the signature winchester smirk on his lips as he shrugs off his jacket and flannel, tossing them onto a nearby chair. "didn't know you got hot and bothered over killin' vamps."

you normally would respond with a roll of your eyes, quipping something back at him, but right now you're too focused the way his plain black t shirt is stretched over his chest, his biceps practically bulging in the sleeves making you almost salivate. you bite your lip as your eyes rake over him, lingering on his arms as the images of him gently cradling your child creep back into your head, making a familiar heat curl in your stomach.

he notices the lack of response, taking a step closer to you, ducking his head slightly to try and meet your gaze. "uh, hello? you gonna tell me what's got you all worked up or are you just gonna keep starin' at me like i'm a fresh piece o' pie?" he asks, snapping you out of your daze, your eyes flicking up to meet his.

your face heats up, a flush painting your cheeks as you avert your gaze sheepishly, slightly embarrassed at the thoughts running through your head.

"s'nothing," you mumble, dropping your eyes to your feet, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

dean tuts at you, stepping closer, close enough that the tips of his boots come into view where your eyes are stuck on the ground. "ain't nothin' if it's got you flustered like this, sweetheart," he drawls, lifting a hand to your chin, cupping it and raising your head to meet his gaze. "so, i'll ask again. what's got my girl all worked up?"

you bite your lip again, your thighs involuntarily clenching together at the low timbre of his voice, the heat in your core starting to outweigh your pride. "i just..." you start, feeling the anxiety bubble up in your chest as you start to ramble. "you were really good with the kids today and i know its stupid, and i know you don't want kids but i saw you with them and it just really got me goin' for some reason and-"

"woah, woah," dean cuts you off, both of his hands moving to cup your cheeks, keeping your eyes focused on his, his thumbs stroking your cheeks gently like he could slow your rapid heartbeat through your skin. "slow down, baby, take a breath."

he just stares at you for a moment and you get the hint, taking in a slow breath, exhaling and letting some of the tension flow from your body. "good girl," he murmurs, tucking some of your hair behind your ear gently. "so, from what i heard, you are all worked up, thighs clenchin' and everything because of watchin' me with the kids?"

you don't answer with words, anxiety too tight in your throat as heat creeps up your neck, so you just nod your head in his hands.

"use your words, pretty girl," dean corrects, but there's something deeper in his voice, and you swear you can see his eyes darken as his grip on your face tightens just slightly.

"yes," you breathe out, swiping your tongue over your dry lips before pulling the bottom one between your teeth.

"oh, that's it, huh?" he asks, his voice lowering to a rumble that sends a shiver up your spine. "you wanna make me a daddy? let me fill you up and make you a mama?"

your eyes widen in surprise at his reaction, and you feel a flood of arousal drench your panties, making you clench your thighs together harder. the shock of his words wears off as he squeezes your cheeks a little tighter, urging you to answer him.

a strangled whine leaves your throat at the images his words create in your lust-hazed brain, and when you nod in his grip, a groan leaves his lips, his pupils dilating so much there's only a ring of shining evergreen around them.

"shit, babygirl, you have no idea what that does to me.." he growls, one of his hands slipping from your cheek to grip your hip tightly. he pulls you flush against him, and you can feel the heat of his body, along with the hardness that is pressed into your stomach, making your knees weak. "i was thinkin' the same about you all damn night long."

"you were?" you ask, your voice turning into more of a squeak when he dips his head down to nip at your neck.

"uh huh," dean mumbles into your skin, sucking on your pulse point so hard you swear stars flash behind your eyes. "just the way you interacted with the kids, when logan had that nightmare...all the sudden i just pictured you, all barefoot 'n round with my kid."

you whimper at the image, your eyes slipping shut as his hands drag down to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it lightly before pulling back enough to tear it over your head, tossing it who knows where before diving back down to btie at your neck.

"dean..." you moan breathlessly, back arching to give him more access as he trails his hands up to deftly unclip your bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders.

"that what you want?" he growls your name, the heat in his voice so intense you suddenly feel dizzy. "you want me to fill you up? fuck you so deep it sticks, then you can go around tellin' everyone it was me who knocked you up?"

you nod desperately, grinding your hips into him, groaning in frustration when you get no friction. "yes, god yes," you pant, gripping his shoulders to push him back from you enough to look him in the eyes. "please-"

that was all it took for the last of his resolve to break.

the next few moments were a blur of belt buckles and buttons as you both tugged at each others clothes, ripping them off and tossing them onto the floor of the now disheveled motel room. eventually, you both landed on the bed, now bare to each other, dean falling on top of you and immediately crashing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

you moan into his mouth, arching your back and wrapping your arms around his shoulders to dig your nails into his skin, bucking your hips up into him. the what between your thighs was too much now, an almost painful ache that only worsened when his hands slipped down to grab your grinding hips, pinning them firmly to the mattress.

"dean-" you start to whine when he pulls away from ravaging your mouth, but he cuts you off with another fierce kiss, stealing your breath away before he pulls back again, his eyes burning as they took you in.

"jesus christ," dean murmurs your name, his gaze raking down your flushed skin, lingering on your heaving chest before landing on the now sticky mess between your legs. "you've got no idea what you do to me, pretty girl."

"please dean," you whine, hips wiggling under his grip. when he doesn't acknowledge your plea, your hands drag up his shoulders to tightly tangle in the short strands of his hair, tugging until his eyes are on yours. "fuck me, please."

if possible, dean's eyes darken further, the jade that you love so much almost completely consumed by lust blown black, the sight making your thighs tighten around his hips.

"can't refuse my girl, now can i?" he pants, one of his hands leaving your hip to pump himself a few times before he lines himself up with your sopping entrance. your breath hitches as his leaking head notches at your hole, fingers digging into his scalp. it only seems to spur him on, a deep groan reverberating in his chest before he pushes into you, low moans leaving you both at the feeling. "fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fuckin' good."

your jaw goes slack, your eyes going hooded as he fills you to the brim, your body hyper aware of every ridge and vein as his cock settles in your clenching walls. you both stay still for a moment, getting used to the feel of each other, before the ache in your core starts to build again.

"move, dean, move, please," you whimper, opening your heavy eyes to meet his, wriggling your hips under him.

he groans, nodding before dropping his forehead to yours, his breath fanning over your lips. he's still not moving, and you open your mouth to beg him again, but before you can say a word, he pulls out almost all the way, gripping your hips tightly, then slams back into you, hard.

you cry out, your back arching as your hands move to grip his shoulders for dear life, your nails leaving red crescent shapes in their wake. he doesn't give you time to recover before he's doing it again, then again, and again, until he's building a steady pace that has your legs wrapping tightly around his waist, your toes curling in the air.

"oh fuck- dean-" you choke, words cut off as a particularly harsh thrust has his tip ramming into your cervix with so much force that your vision goes black for a second.

"shit, yeah..yeah that's it, pretty girl," dean grunts in response, the force of his thrusts causing his nose to bump yours, your foreheads still pressed together. "let me feel ya, squeeze this pretty pussy 'round me till she gushes all over my cock."

his filthy words only push you closer to the edge, your nails dragging down his back, making him groan. "fuck, fuck," you gasp as he rubs against that sweet, gummy spot inside you, your back arching as the coil in your stomach tightens.

"mhm, right there, baby?" he growls, his words almost a coo as he angles his hips to hit that sensitive spot with each thrust. "yeah, that's it right there. c'mon, you're so close, aren't ya, pretty girl?"

you nod, clenching your eyes shut as his thrusts punch broken whines and whimpers from you, leaving you breathless. a sharp slap to your thigh has your eyes flying open, a small yelp leaving you at the stinging contact.

"eyes on me, baby," he demands, and you oblige, your mouth hanging open as you continue to fly towards the edge. "atta girl, there you go. such a naughty fuckin' girl, gettin' wet 'cause all you wanted was my cock in you, fillin' you with my cum 'til it sticks. that's what you want, isn't it, baby? to be full of my cum, waiting 'til it sticks, then being full 'n round with my kid?"

all you can do is moan, the harsh movements of his hips and the way his tip his hitting the tip of your cervix perfectly succeeding in fucking you dumb.

"yeah, that's what i thought," dean mumbles, tilting his head to nip at your bottom lip, slipping one hand between your sweat slicked bodies to rub tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. "cum for me, baby, squeeze my cock 'til there's nothing left, ya know you want it. c'mon mama, give it to me."

the nickname is what pushes you over the edge with a scream that you think is his name, but you're too far gone to really know. your mind goes blank as your orgasm crashes over you in white hot pleasure, back arching and legs shaking.

somewhere in the back of your hazy mind, you hear dean groan your name, and you can feel his sticky release painting your insides, the warmth making your toes curl and legs shake as you come down.

when you start to regain some of your senses, dean's head is buried in your neck, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he brings himself back down to earth. his rough hands run soothingly up and down your sides, sliding down to your trembling thighs.

after a moment, the room silent except for the both of yours heavy pants, dean speaks up, his voice slightly hoarse.

"goddamn, babygirl, 'f i knew me knockin' you up got you so turned on i would've brought it up a long time ago," he mutters into your neck, pulling a tired laugh from your lungs.

you sigh softly, head falling back against the bed as you try to bring your heartbeat down, his words ringing in your head. "thought you didn't want kids," you mumble in response, your hands stroking gently along his back, soothing the marks you made.

"i-" dean starts, but cuts himself off, pausing for a moment before he lifts his head from your sweaty skin to look down at you. one of his hands comes up, brushing some of your damp hair away from your eyes, his thumb lingering as he brushes the digit gently over your brow. "i didn't, not really. not until you."

the words steal the breath from your lungs again, your eyes widening slightly as you stare up at him. you search his expression for any sort of insincerity, but all you find is a look of love so intense you feel like he's tearing your heart straight from your chest. "not until me?" you ask, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

"not until you," he repeats, his words soft. he stares at you for a moment before sighing, tilting his head as he continue to admire you. "i never thought i would get a chance at the apple pie life, hell i didn't even really want to think about it, but then i met you, and everything changed."

his words, so heartfelt and so real, leave you speechless, your heart still pounding in your chest as you stared up at him in awe.

"you make me want all of those things, make me think i actually might deserve them," he continues, his thumb still brushing softly at your skin. "and i know we haven't...officially talked about it, but i love you, and if it really is somethin' you want, there's no one else i'd rather start a family with. if-if that's what you want, 'f course."

you don't even hesitate before you answer, a smile pulling at your lips. "yes," you breathe out, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. "there's no one i'd rather do it with."

a grin lights up dean's face, a look of boyish joy highlighting his features. without responding first, he grabs your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks and peppering kisses all over your heated face, making you giggle.

"you have no idea how damn happy that makes me," he mumbles between kisses, pressing on last, lingering kiss to your lips before dipping his head again, burrowing into your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you. "you're gonna be the best mama."

you laugh softly, a warm feeling spreading in your chest as you wrap your arms around him in return. "we gotta get cleaned up first, then we'll continue this conversation," you mutter into his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, but he just grumbles, burying his face further in your neck.

"later," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, content with just holding you in his arms. "just wanna stay here."

"okay," you whisper into his hair, relaxing into his hold. "we can stay here."

dean hums into your neck, and you can feel him smile against your skin, making your heart skip a beat in your chest. you knew it wasn't going to be easy, getting out of the life never was, hell just living as hunters wasn't easy, and raising a kid was gonna be harder. but you knew that you had dean, and in the end, that's all that mattered.

he was all that mattered.

bri's thoughts! bri write a position that isn't missionary challenge: fail. (i'm sorry i'm basic i crave intimacy) okay so here it is! finally actually finished something (the 50 unfinished works in my drafts are screaming at me rn) and now i'm gonna go to bed and dream about being on snl because it is my current obsession, especially after the 50th anniversary episode, which i recommend everybody watch! so i won't shut up about that but anyways, here this finally!

tags! @ultravi0lence14 @bluemerakis @titsout4jackles @soldiersgirl @dulcescorderitas @flormpus @star-yawnznn @Jaredpadonlyyyy @grangerously @dclover27 @chronic-fangirl-222 @stevesxwhore @deans-baby-momma @spnaquakingdom

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ cowboysandcigarettes #♡ bri writes #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #jensen ackles #dean winchester x you #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fluff #sabrina carpenter #short n' sweet deluxe #juno #have you ever tried this one?

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sysig · 7 months ago

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For Requestober

Papyrus and Sans cozily hugging each other in soft clothes😭😭😭

(well this is literally first time I did this hope didn't do anything wrong)

Day 10 - Sleepy snoozey skeletons

#My art #Requestober #UT #Handplates #Papyrus #Sans #You did everything just fine!! Thank you for the req!! <3 #How can I resist skeleton snuggles ah the cutes the sweet lads #You didn't specify Handplates but I went ahead and slapped one on there for funsies haha #Unusual for Papyrus to be out of his gloves! Maybe in that transitional period or just too sleepy and forgot haha #Those sillies in Gaster's old clothes - fashion icon that skeleton #I mean Sans is fairly normal-looking - he's always comfy!! Gotta be ready to nap on the spot #Every once in a while I still think back to when I first got into Undertale and there was this one fanart of Sans #In a very lovely loose and low-shouldered shirt <3 It's just a pretty image I carry around with me and sometimes emulate even now #A scoop neck on a skeleton shows off so many bones! Shoulders and scapulae and spine or ribs/clavicles ahh #Papyrus on the other hand is forging fashion hehe <3 #Similar basketball shorts? Could be!#The posing was quite fun ah ♪ One leg over the other or one foot over the other #Almost mirrored! Not completely entangled but also very close!#Sans especially looks really cozy ahh <3 I love when he cat-snuggles into Papyrus' chest/under his chin #Protected-protective right over his Soul <3 #As long as they're together they're fine ♥

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maxivstappen · 8 months ago

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congrats on 1k again mel 🤍 i'm so proud of u!!

i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri

౨ৎ MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE ‧˚. OP81

౨ৎ PART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ৎ

summary — you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasn’t. he liked to tell people that he’s certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.

a/n — thank you so much for your constant support ml🥹 im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song ‚juno’ by sab!

warnings — kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isn’t my first language, not proofread

It really wasn’t your fault.

You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you weren’t used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.

Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for ‚urgent needs‘ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.

The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least that’s what you told everyone. At least that’s what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldn’t keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.

After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that he’s not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldn’t even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.

So yes. It is his fault! Because if he’s really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love — like you admittedly were — then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldn’t even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that he’s not in love with you just months ago?

He couldn’t expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the “casual” sex wasn’t enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.

If he was sooo sure he’s not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who weren’t him, and since it‘s his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.

In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldn’t hurt him.

You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, “juno“ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind — including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didn’t have feelings for you.

You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friend’s, jack’s, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didn’t make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you aren’t just friends, right?

So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscar‘s direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didn’t mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didn‘t have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.

It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.

His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Lando‘s face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?

Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesn‘t want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.

So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.

“Fancy another beer?“ You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your façade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!

He shook his head.

The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?

You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol you‘ve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasn’t nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?

“What were you doing with him, y/n?”

Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didn’t even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. “Tell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?”

“Oscar I-“

“Keep talking or I’ll stop,” he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.

You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldn’t keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.

“I was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!”

Oscar’s furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didn’t get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldn’t focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.

“Stop what? Talk to me, please. I didn’t like seeing you with him,” he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?

“Why don‘t you love me?“ You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.

“I- What? Why would you think that?“

“Maybe because you literally said so?“

“Uhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,“ he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didn‘t say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. “Don‘t cry on me, y/n, please don‘t,“ he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. “Was just being stupid, didn‘t wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,“ he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didn’t confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didn’t love you.

You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. You‘d have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that you‘d go back home with him. It wasn‘t enough to make it official, you weren‘t boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.

Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasn’t his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didn’t have to make him fall in love with you.

Because he already was.

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You ask him to stop- Harry Styles x reader blurb

Synopsis: Harry takes care of you after you have a small panic attack while having sex with him.

Warnings: Slight anxiety.

Word count: 2.8K

After a long day at university, you drag yourself through the front door, your body aching with exhaustion. The weight of the day presses down on you, each step feeling like a monumental effort. Your mind is a blur, consumed by the overwhelming number of tests, projects, and assignments that are all piling up at once. Every time you think about the deadlines ahead, your stomach tightens, and a knot forms in your chest. You can't seem to escape the constant pressure to be on top of everything, and no matter how hard you try, it feels like you’re always a step behind. Doubts creep in, whispering if you're really capable of handling it all. You wonder if you’ll manage to stay afloat or if the weight of it all will eventually drag you under. The thought of not being good enough, of failing, hangs over you like a dark cloud.

As you walk into the living room, the soft hum of music fills the air. There’s Harry, standing by the stove with a big grin on his face, the scent of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. His hands move with practiced ease, flipping something in the pan, his eyes glinting with excitement. It’s the kind of vibe that feels like sunshine in the middle of a storm.

“Hey, love!” he calls out as soon as he sees you, his voice full of warmth and light. You can’t help but smile, the way his joy fills the space around him like a bright, infectious wave. It’s hard to not let it pull you in, especially when you know how hard he’s been working lately, and yet here he is, more upbeat than ever.

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, tip toeing so you could rest your head on his back and you release a long sigh, taking in his familiar scent. “Hey, babe.”

“I’m making us dinner. It’s a new recipe, I think you’ll like it.” He dropped one of his hands to yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as he continued to tend to the pan with the other hand. “Mhm? Smells good already.”, you hum, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and he tugs on your hand. “Come here, gimme a proper hug and kiss.”

“So demanding.”, you teased, and he chuckled.

He turns around when you let him go and wraps you up in a hug, “I finished the new song today,” he says, his smile only growing wider. “It’s done, and I think it’s one of my best yet. Can’t wait for you to hear it.”

You can feel your tension starting to melt away just from the way he’s lighting up about it. His energy, so effortlessly positive, starts to seep into you too, nudging out the stress you’ve been carrying all day.

“I’m excited to hear it.”, you smile, and he cups your cheek with one hand, leaning down to envelop your lips in a soft kiss. You poke the dimples on his cheeks when he pulls away and smirk, “You’re gonna burn your hard work.”

He gasped dramatically, reducing the flame. “No, not gonna let that happen. How was your day, baby?”

You sighed again, running a hand through your hair. “I’d rather not start.”

“Oh no. We can have a vent session before bed if you want.”, Harry suggests, just like how a true, understanding boyfriend should say and you smile. “Nah, I’ve been whining to you every single day this week. Let’s just have a nice dinner and relax.”

Harry is just standing there and cooking for you, looking effortlessly captivating.His features are striking, perfectly chiseled with a soft jawline and full lips. The way his curly hair falls over his forehead adds to the charm. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing the sculpted muscles of his forearms. Even when he’s focused on something like cooking, he exudes an undeniable magnetism. Harry doesn’t try to look good; he simply does, naturally.

You press a kiss to his jaw, and he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“I know some ways that can help you relax.”

“Does it involve you being naked?”, you asked, twirling one of his curls around your finger and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Us.”, he corrects, with a wink. “Now hurry on, this will be ready by the time you finish your shower.”

“I love you.”, you say, walking away.

“Love you too, my love!”, he calls after you and you grin. You quickly get into the shower, not wanting to keep Harry waiting.

The hot water hits your skin, and you close your eyes, letting the steam envelop you. The heat soothes your muscles, but your mind remains restless, swirling with thoughts of everything you’ve been stressing over all day. The tests, the assignments, the constant pressure to perform. You try to push them aside, but they cling to you, persistent, relentless.

For a moment, you feel yourself sinking under the weight again. But then, a soft smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you think about Harry. The way his energy had been so contagious, the way he’d showered you with warmth and affection the moment you walked through the door. You’re lucky, you realize. Even in the midst of all the chaos, you have him. You have someone who lights up your world, someone who can make everything feel just a little bit easier, a little less heavy. It’s a thought that brings you some comfort, the reminder that no matter how overwhelming things may seem, you’re not alone.

As you dig into the meal Harry made, the comfort of his presence starts to settle in. The warm, flavorful food fills the quiet space between you, and Harry's eyes twinkle mischievously as he watches you take the first bite.

"Good, right?" he grins, clearly pleased with himself. "I may not be a professional chef, but I can whip up a mean dinner when I want to."

You look up at him, smiling around a bite of pasta. “It’s amazing, actually. You should consider opening a restaurant or something.”

"Ha! I’d probably burn the whole place down on the first day," he chuckles. "Though I could get by on sheer charm, don’t you think?"

You laugh at the thought of him trying to charm customers while attempting to cook at the same time. "I can picture it now. 'Come for the food, stay for the distractions.'"

Harry dramatically places a hand on his chest, acting like he’s been wounded. "Distractions? I’ll have you know, my cooking is the main event."

You raise an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, I’ll admit, the charm adds a little something extra to the meal."

“Exactly!” He grins, leaning in as if sharing a secret. “I’m a package deal, babe. Food and entertainment.” He pauses, his grin turning mischievous. “So, what do you think? Dinner with me, every night?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Well, I wouldn’t say no to that, if you can promise not to burn the kitchen down every time."

"Deal," Harry says with a wink, before he grabs his fork and leans back, pretending to get serious. “But you have to promise me one thing. If I ever open this restaurant, you’ll be my number one critic.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes. “I’ll give you a five-star review, as long as you don’t serve me anything too spicy. My stomach doesn’t agree with your 'adventure food' like it used to."

“Adventure food?!” he gasps in mock horror. "How dare you call my spice rack a 'dangerous zone.'”

“It is! The last time I tried your spicy chili, I thought my mouth was on fire,” you tease, laughing at the memory.

Harry laughs with you, his green eyes sparkling with affection. “Okay, okay, I’ll tone it down... for now. But you’re missing out on some real flavor.” He takes a bite of his food, winking at you between mouthfuls. “I’m just saying—if you want a life full of excitement, you’ve gotta embrace the heat."

You snort, nearly choking on your drink. "Well, I think I'm good with a little less heat tonight, thank you very much. My stress level is enough of a spice for one day."

Harry’s expression softens as he watches you, his voice quieter. “Yeah, I know the feeling. But hey, you’ve got me. Whatever stress you’re carrying, I’ve got your back. Always.”

You smile at him, your heart warming. “I know. That’s the best part of my day.”

Harry reaches across the table, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “Good. Now, how about we focus on the important things, like making sure you finish that pasta before I have to eat it for you?” He grins playfully, and you laugh, feeling lighter than you have all day.

You help him clean up after dinner. Then, you both settle on the couch with the leftover chocolate cake. Your back rests against his chest and his thumb traces patterns over the skin just visible, not covered by your tank top.

As you talk about nothing, and enjoy the desert, a small bit falls out of your spoon and onto your collarbone. Your hand goes to remove it, but Harry beats you to it. He holds your hand and moves it away, green eyes meeting yours before he dips his head down and swipes his tongue across your skin, cleaning it. One of his hands holds your hip, and the other splays over your shoulder, right beside his mouth.

You let out a small moan as his lips trace your skin, and then his teeth slightly grazes it, showering you with love bites. “You’re so pretty.”, he mumbles against your skin, pressing a kiss in between both your collarbones, and then continues leaving kisses downwards, towards your chest.

“Harry..”, you whisper, hands finding his hair and your neck craning back to give him more access. The hand on your shoulder shifts to slide underneath your shirt, cupping one of your boobs. You tug on his pants, wanting him to get inside of you already. You know Harry loves kissing every inch of your skin, and he is a man that takes foreplay seriously, but today, you just couldn’t wait. You wanted him to fuck you dumb so that you didn’t have to deal with all the university crap, at least for tonight.

Harry gets the hint, and he’s pushing inside of you soon, making you moan and clench around him. “Oh fuck..”

“You always feel so good.”, he grunts, dipping his head down to your shoulder, thrusting into you. “Fucking made for me.”

“Harder, Harry..please..”, your hands dig into his back, legs locking around his waist so he could penetrate deep inside you.

“Anything for you, baby.” Harry thrusts faster and harder, and you close your eyes in bliss, your mind going blank.

But the bliss doesn’t last.

You can feel it creeping up, slow at first, a quiet gnawing at the back of your mind. But then it rushes in, like a wave breaking too fast, too hard. It’s an overwhelming, suffocating weight, wrapping itself around your chest, stealing the air from your lungs. Your body tenses without your consent, and your pulse starts to thrum in your ears.The weight of what you haven’t done presses on you like hands on your shoulders, pushing you down. It's like being trapped in a room with no exit, the walls closing in, and all you want is to just escape.

“Baby? y/n, open your eyes for me, love.”, Harry’s voice sounds distant, and you feel one of his hands wrapping around your own as you blink back up at him, opening your eyes. He looks concerned, green eyes gazing over your face as he slows down with great difficulty, other hand coming to cup your cheek.

“Are you okay?”

You can’t feel any pleasure anymore, you just feel horrible.

“S-Stop, please..”, you croak, and it freaks Harry out. He worries if he’s the reason for your discomfort.

“Okay, okay, shh baby, I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”, he coos softly, giving your hand a squeeze and you sniffle, watching him as he pulls out of you and leans over you, brushing your hair back tenderly, eyes focusing on yours. “Did I go too hard? Did I hurt you?”, he whispers, hoping it wouldn’t be the reason.

You shake your head, biting your lip. “N-No..it’s me, I’m s-sorry.” It breaks his heart seeing your tears and he lays beside you, letting you curl to his bare chest and he runs his hand up and down your back, other hand smoothing your hair. “It’s okay, darling..it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

The tears are mostly because you feel bad for making him stop. “Talk to me, baby, you’re scaring me…”, Harry presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you..”, you sniffle.

“Hey, I don’t care about that, there’s nothing you need to make up for. Are you in pain?”

You shake your head. “Okay, good. Just tell me what happened, love, you became all quiet and just shut off..”

“I-I don’t know what happened..I got overwhelmed and-”, you try to explain, looking at him and he nods, urging you to continue as he presses a kiss to your cheek. “I felt trapped..”

You were still a little on the edge, and Harry presses you closer to him. You’re so grateful for his presence. You feel so safe when he holds you so close like that. Nobody else can make you feel so protected.

“I-It was just too much. I don’t know how I’m gonna handle uni.. I wasn’t able to do anything but worry until I got home and you made it better..I-I didn’t think it would all come crashing back like that..”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier, baby?”, Harry asks and you shrug. “You were so happy..I didn’t want to ruin our night. And I thought I was feeling better.”

Harry sighs softly, pressing his forehead to yours. “You have to let me know if you’re feeling too stressed like that, darling. I’m not happy if you’re not. And when I’m right here, you don’t have to deal with anything alone, okay?”

You nod, nudging your head under his chin. “It’s okay to feel like that sometimes, love. Even when we’re doing something we love, there will be times when we question ourselves about our life. It’s gonna pass, babe, it’s only going to be hectic for a little bit longer and after that, you’re going to get your dream job!”

You smile softly, and he kisses your temple. “We’re gonna take little breaks and make sure you don’t get so overwhelmed again. You got this baby, look at how far you’ve got! I’m so proud of you, little you would be so proud of you.”

That made your smile grow wider. “Just hang in there, babe, and if you feel like falling just hold on to me, I will be right next to you.”

You sigh, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him. “I love you. You always know what to say to me.”

“I love you so much.”, he says back, and you stay quiet for a few minutes, just soaking in his warmth. “I’m sorry, love. I should have suggested a movie night and-”

“-No, I led you on. I thought sex would make it better, you know. And I really wanted you.”, you mumble and he smiles, kissing your nose. “And I always want you too. But tonight, we’re just gonna cuddle and get some rest. Here.”

He had reached for his shirt and bunched it up so he could slide it over your naked self. You raised your arms and let him put it on for you.

“I ruined our night.”, you mumble sadly. He was so happy.

“Hey, you didn’t ruin a thing, okay? I just want you to feel better.”

Harry also put on his pants and said he’d be right back. He returned with some water and chocolates, something that could instantly cheer you up.

As you lay cuddled up to him, you think about how sweet he is. The things making you anxious wouldn’t suddenly go away, no, but having his constant love and support would help you get through it all. You knew he’d be with you no matter what.

“I love you.”, he says, as he notices you looking at him, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“I love you too, Harry.”, you smile and press a kiss to his lips. “Can I listen to your new song now?”

“Of course!”, a wide grin spread across his face, dimples popping as he gives you another kiss before reaching for his phone.

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1000sunnygo · 6 months ago

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Wanted to send this when the volume released but I forgot and was just reminded from your other post about it; but here's the OP School vol.9 Sengoku bonus if you want it! (imgur /a/wiVrfD2) It's spread through the volume, not back-to-back - part 1 after ch.40, p.2 after ch.41, and p.3 after ch.44

One piece Academy Vol. 9 Extra: Principal Sengoku's Picnic

Doing great service to the fandom once again, thank you so much 🫡💕

#the subtle hint that Doffy reconciled with his parents 🤧#why am I just noticing it's a rare makeup-less cora haha #I read the summary in wikia so I knew it was in three parts - did you write that?#it's really short and sweet haha #one piece #one piece academy #one piece gakuen #one piece sengoku #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #donquixote rosinante #one piece Corazon #donquixote doflamingo #monkey d. luffy #my translation #one piece translations #asks #mine

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fallenbratfiction · 15 days ago

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crop top ~ bucky barnes x f!curvy reader

Bucky helps reader feel confident wearing a crop top on their date, reminding her that she’s beautiful just the way she is. A soft, supportive moment with a little bit of flirty chaos because… it’s Bucky. 🖤

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A/N: I should be going to sleep but you know what? you get a fic and I ruin my circadian rhythm. I love that top but you can imagine any you like!💞 you are beautiful and deserve to be wearing any crop tops you damn want!!!! No one should never make you feel like you are supposed to look a certain way in order to wear something.

warnings: curvy! reader, boyfriend! Bucky, reader is self-conscious and bucky reassures her.

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“You sure I don’t look stupid?” you asked for the third time, fidgeting with the hem of the baby blue crop top. It was soft, ribbed, and paired perfectly with your favorite jeans—but it clung to your stomach in a way that made your skin crawl with nerves.

Bucky was standing behind you in the mirror, hands resting gently on your hips. “You look like you walked out of my dreams,” he murmured, voice warm against your neck.

You let out a nervous laugh and pulled the top down, trying in vain to make it longer. “You’re biased.”

“I’m observant,” he said, turning you gently by the shoulders to face him. He crouched slightly to meet your eyes, thumbs brushing the outside of your arms. “Baby, look at me.”

You did, hesitant and searching. He gave you that soft, steady gaze—the one that always made the world quiet for a second.

“You can wear whatever you want,” he said firmly. “You will look beautiful. That’s not up for debate.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re my boyfriend”

“No,” he said, voice softer now. “I’m saying that because I love you. And I think you look like a goddess.”

You sighed and looked down at your stomach, poking the fabric. “I just…I feel so exposed like everyone can look at my stomach, everyone can see everything”

Bucky was quiet for a second, then he lifted his metal arm and turned it palm up, flexing the fingers slightly. “You know,” he said, “I used to hate when people stared at this.”

You blinked, glancing at the vibranium. “Bucky, that’s not—”

“I know it’s not the same,” he said quickly, “but the feeling… it’s close. Feeling like eyes are on you. Like people are forming opinions before they know you.” He paused, stroking your waist with his other hand. “But I started realizing something. This arm? It’s a part of me. And if someone wants to stare? Let ‘em. I’ll still sleep fine at night.”

You smiled, just a little. “Easy for you to say. You’re hot and mysterious and your arm is is cool like it can kill people and stuff. That’s powerful, these are just stomach rolls.”

Bucky blinked at you, then let out a soft laugh through his nose—not mocking, just surprised. “Sweetheart,” he said, leaning his forehead against yours, “did you just say my arm is cool because it can kill people?”

You shrugged, flustered. “I mean… yeah? It’s a weapon. People stare at you and probably think ‘wow, badass.’ People stare at me and think, ‘she should’ve worn something looser.’�� You motioned vaguely at your stomach, the fabric hugging closer than you were used to. “These are just… rolls. Squishy. Uncool.”

Bucky pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression a mix of heartbreak and fierce love. “That’s not what people think. And even if it was—who the hell cares?”

You didn’t answer, just crossed your arms, trying not to fold in on yourself.

“I know what it’s like to feel like you’re being watched,” he said gently. “I’ve felt it in my skin, in my spine. But if I spent my life dressing in a way that made everyone else more comfortable, I’d still be hiding under twenty layers of tactical gear.”

He took your hand and guided it to his chest. “This arm may be powerful, yeah. But you? You’re brave. You walk into rooms knowing what people might say, and you still show up. You still want to wear the damn crop top. That’s power, baby.”

You bit your lip.

“And those ‘uncool’ rolls?” he added, fingers brushing your sides. “They’re a part of you. They’re soft and warm and they’re where my hand fits when I hold you at night. So yeah, maybe this arm can kill people—but those rolls? They keep me alive.”

Your breath caught, and you smacked his chest lightly. “You’re such a sap.”

He grinned. “Only for you. Now come on, let’s go out. Let the world stare. You’re with the guy with the murder arm, remember?”

You laughed—really laughed this time—and reached for his hand.

“Okay. But if I chicken out halfway through dinner…”

“I’ll give you my hoodie,” he promised. “But I’m betting we won’t need it.”

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whoisspence · 1 month ago

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the paris juno position.... that's all

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insidekatmind · 4 months ago

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skating together~ Jude Bellingham

It was a perfect afternoon, one of those days that seem suspended in time. He holds your hand gently as you approach the ice skating rink, the Christmas lights twinkling all around. It was his idea.

"I want to take you skating," he had said. And you had smiled, because with him, every simple thing becomes special.

"Are you ready?" he asks with that smile you know so well, the one that lights up his eyes.

"Ready!" you reply, even though inside you are a little uncertain.

He watches you with a tender gaze. "If you fall, I'll catch you."

You start skating, him in front of you, holding your hand. The blades of the skates glide gently on the ice, and everything seems perfect… until you lose your balance.

"Ahhh!" you cry, holding onto him.

He laughs as you both find yourself on the ground. "I said I'd catch you, but I didn't think I'd fall too!"

“It’s not my fault!” you protest, laughing back. “Maybe you’re the one who’s bad.”

He stands up first and holds out his hand, pulling you up with a firm but gentle gesture. He watches you for a moment, as if he wants to capture that moment forever.

“You know how much you make me lose my balance?” he says softly, his smile softer.

“I thought you were good at keeping control…”

“I can never do that with you.”

You keep skating, slower this time. He’s behind you, his hands on yours. The world seems far away, and all that matters is his breathing close to yours.

“Are you happy?” he whispers in your ear.

“Yes. Are you?”

“Happy, and lucky too. I have you.”

You turn to look at him, and his eyes are filled with something that can’t be explained in words. Then he stops and takes both of your hands.

“Promise me something.”

“What?”

"That we'll continue to do stupid things together. Laugh, fall, get up… always together."

"Always."

You smile, and he leans in to kiss you. It's a perfect moment, under the bright lights, while the ice beneath your feet seems to no longer matter.

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leaawrites · 8 months ago

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Coincidence (MV1)

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: a rare moment of peace is disturbed by none other than his ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: angst, indicating cheating (emotionally), this is all fiction, none of this is real and I don't mean to attack anyone by this.

Wordcount: 0.5k

Masterlist, Short n'Sweet Series

A text was all it took for everything to change again.

With her head on his chest, finally breathing for a second, one text had the ability to make her run again. Max was focused on the movie playing on the screen, that he didn’t even notice the vibration of his phone on the coach, his hand mindlessly playing with the hem of her shirt. He didn’t notice the second message. He didn’t even notice her budging him to gain his attention.

It wasn’t up until she had enough and moved a bit to take the phone herself that he looked away from the TV. Watching her take his phone and unlocking it. It was never a problem for them in the time they were dating, using the other’s phone for texting their parents or friends or googling whatever. It was always just about which one was nearer.

“Who is it?” Max asked, moving his fingers up and down her chest.

Looking at the contact name and message for a second longer to make sure she read everything correctly, she finally answered, “Kelly. She says P misses you.” At the mention of her name, Max took the phone from her hands. She wasn’t too sure if it was because of Kelly or P. She hoped the latter, but with the way he would still step away from her whenever they met Kelly at a party was making her doubt herself more and more.

What a coincidence that she missed him now when Y/n finally had him for herself in a long time. No racing, no meeting, just them. And her.

Lifting her head up, Max stood up, walking out of the room and dialing her number in the process of leaving his girlfriend.

Max talked for longer than usual on the phone, all while Y/n was left by herself, the TV only being a background noise to not make the thoughts get too loud.

“I’m gonna meet P and Kelly for brunch tomorrow,” Max announced, walking past her, kissing her head and continuing his path into his gaming room.

All of their freedom stolen once again.

She sat there, watching the screen but not the show. She was watching her life flying past and soon enough she was laying next to him in bed, wide awake. Hearing his voice vibrating on his bedside table, her name probably lighting up the screen. Whatever it was, Y/n was sure she wouldn’t be one knowing. Whatever effort she put into the relationship to make it work and keep it safe and hidden from the media, it would all be over once he came back the next day from brunch. He would only be half of the person she used to know and love.

The next morning Y/n without Max by her side. The bed was cold and empty. He must’ve been gone for quite some time already. He hadn’t even asked if she wanted to join them.

Turning on her phone, the first thing she saw shouldn’t be surprising.

Headline: Formula 1 Star Max Verstappen seen out and about with ex girlfriend Kelly Piquet and her daughter Penelope. Is there an old romance brewing once again?

She couldn’t blame them. Barely anyone knew that they were dating, Max wanting to keep it private for her own safety.

What a coincidence.

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olsenmyolsen · 8 months ago

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please, lizzie following the sidewalk rule with younger age gap reader?!!

The Sidewalk Rule

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(Female Reader X Elizabeth Olsen) Summary: You and Elizabeth Olsen have grown quite close since filming your latest movie.

Word Count: 1K

Okay, sure, before your career blew up, you once said in a now-deleted tweet, "Lord, what do I have to do to be Elizabeth Olsens, controversial young girlfriend."

It was all in good fun and tweeted at like 2:16 am, but now fast forward a few years later, and you might not be her girlfriend, but you two are definitely... something.

You're not sure whether to count this as your fourth date or not, but it is the fourth time the two of you are hanging out one-on-one since you both finished wrapping up her movie.

She produced it and was critical in your hiring process.

And yeah, it could just count as friends hanging out, but you're not sure friends look at each other the way you two dance with your eyes.

By god, how magical her green eyes are... Regardless now here you are sitting outside the cafe Lizzie texted you to meet her at.

"Cute baseball cap." The text that lit up your phone read, making you swing your head around before your eyes found Lizzie walking up to your table. Fuck she knew how to make a blue button-up and jeans look just as sexy as a little black dress.

"Hi!" Lizzie smiled and wrapped her arms around you as you hugged. You rested your chin on her shoulder as you took a deep breath. "Hi, Lizzie." You spoke softly into her ear, making her giggle before pulling away. Her eyes looking you up and down, admiring your look. And her LA Dodgers baseball cap.

"Glad to know it's in good hands." She said as she tipped it down, making you laugh and feel flushed before you two sat down. "You can have it back if you want it." You said before quenching your thirst with some water. Lizzie just shook her head and gazed at you with a feeling hidden behind her eyes. "It looks better on you. Also, it was my fault for leaving it in your trailer that one day." As if it wasn't on purpose. "But maybe we can share it."

You smiled. "Sharing sounds good." Lizzie hummed and nodded before grabbing the menu before you, making you lift your eyes to her. "Don't worry honey, I know what to order us." She spoke with an authoritative tone, making you nod and gulp. Especially at the nickname.

Honey.

However, that wasn't the last time the nickname happened. Or the light touches from her hands to yours. Or how she moved closer to you throughout lunch. Or even how the two of you were spotted by paparazzi, and she didn't care once. Not with you around. Instead, she kept her eyes on you and hung on every word you said.

Of course, you did the same to her. You kept your eyes on her green ones or her dazzling smile. You felt a blush every time she laughed or cracked a joke back to you. Your stomach erupted from the feelings skyrocketing as she talked more and more about the movie you two shot together and how she wished she had more time with you.

She wanted you.

"...interesting pick for a horror movie," Lizzie said as she took a spoonful of your ice cream as the two of you walked away from a shop in the middle of the city after your lunch. "I think it's criminally underrated." You said as you watched your ice cream flavor disappear behind Lizzie's lips.

She saw how you stared and smiled, making you look at her eyes. "What?" She shook her head. "Nothing. I just think it's funny you picked a thriller that came out before you were even born."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "I was born the same year." 2001 was the year you two danced around. Along with the topic of the age gap between you both.

Not that you minded based on your deleted tweets. Nor did Lizzie, based on her infatuation with you.

Yet you both danced.

However, the topic seemed to be laid to rest as Lizzie placed her hands on your shoulder and moved you to the other side of her. Away from the traffic on the road.

The sidewalk rule.

You noticed and looked at Lizzie as she opened her mouth and scooped another spoonful of your ice cream. "What was that?" You asked. "You moved me."

Lizzie swallowed and looked at you with an understanding smile. "I did."

"Why?"

Lizzie sighed and looked at you with affection. "Because I couldn't have anything happen to you." She said it like it was the easiest question to answer. "Plus, it's like the rule. I'm supposed to keep you safe."

You nodded. "Yeah, but isn't that saved for people who are... dating?" You questioned, making a grin break out on Lizzie's face. "So you want to date?" She asked and knew the game she was playing.

She almost felt bad for seeing the cute, confused look on your face.

Almost.

After a beat, Lizzie thought she'd save you from your brain overheating and just come right out and say something along the lines to help you.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it." The green-eyed goddess said. You looked over with a look of bewilderment. Lizzie watched you process. "Do you have anything you want to say, sweetheart?" She asked with a sly smile.

"I don't think I've wanted anything more."

Lizzie was ecstatic and wrapped an arm around you. "That's my girl." You blushed, and as the two of you stopped at a crosswalk, you turned to look her in the eyes. "Before we move forward with anything. Let me delete some tweets."

Little did you know Elizabeth Olsen had already seen them.

And when the news of your relationship hit Twitter, thanks to some paparazzi pictures of the sidewalk moment, the website crashed.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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