#creek's imagines

[prettymonegasque]

not acceptable

Charles Leclerc x fem!driver! reader

Summary: Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do when your pretty boyfriend is a lil dumb

Warnings: Excessive cursing, Lando slander, grown men sharing a single brain cell, fluff?

Word Count: 1.3k

Based on my favourite scene in Schitt’s Creek

In all the two years you’ve been in Ferrari, the speculations and rumours of you dating Charles were non-stop. Neither of you paid much attention to it. You were both in happy relationships. However, that changed in the summer of ‘22 when you broke up with your partner. It wasn’t messy and you both agreed it was for the better. You focused on the rest of the season. 

Fast forward to the summer of ‘23, you and Charles were both single. You decided to give in to the speculations and give the relationship a real shot. You went on a few dates, each one being more fun than the previous one. Yet neither of you took the leap to become exclusive. You both liked each other but it wasn’t said out loud as much as you would’ve wanted to. So when Charles invited you to a game night with his friends, you thought it would be the one where he introduced you as his girlfriend. 

You knocked on his apartment door at 7 pm. You had brought a charcuterie board because you panicked and the first thing your mind thought was cheese. 

“Y/N! Come in.” Charles opened the door and hugged you. You tried your best to return while managing the charcuterie board. He laughed at your struggle, took the board from your hand and led you in. You spotted some familiar faces in the room. “Hey, guys. This is Y/N. My teammate as you know.” To risk being dramatic, the only description for what you felt was “death by a thousand cuts”. You still forced a smile and greeted everyone. You took a seat on the sofa next to Charles. “You brought a charcuterie board?” Pierre asked puzzled. “Dibs on gouda.” Yelled a familiar Brit.

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For the next few hours, you forced yourself to forget about your “teammate” and focus on the game instead. To everyone’s surprise, you were very good at Monopoly. You had already collected over $7000 worth of assets. You were more than happy to win by default. Arthur suggested Uno and everyone complied. You had never played it before which made the group very happy. 

When you got your cards you leaned over to Charles and whispered “What the fuck should I do now? ” Charles peeked at your cards and by instinct you shied them away from him. “You have to show me the cards so I can tell you what to do.” He laughed. You rolled your eyes and showed him the cards. “How the hell did you get 3 +4 cards?” “Why? Is that bad?” “No no. It is very good and I am very grateful my turn is before you.” “I am gonna crush these motherfuckers” You silently giggled.

“Y/N your turn,” Andrea called out. You placed the +4 card on the table. “Seriously?” Lando sighed and took 4 cards from the deck. “I thought you'd never played this before.” “I haven’t. I’m just that good, Norris.” “You know you could put all the +4 cards at once? ” Charles whispered in your ear. When your turn came again you placed both your +4 cards down. “Oh come on. You’re an absolute ass.” Lando exclaimed. “You just got destroyed by a UNO rookie, Lando” Pierre doubled over in laughter. “Also you have only one card left. You can call out UNO” Arthur nudged you. “UNO!” You yelled. “Well, I guess we have a winner. ” Lorenzo sighed and folded.

You started feeling a little guilty. Your winning spree kept cutting the game short. It didn’t look like anyone was having any fun. Even if Charles isn’t going to introduce you as his girlfriend, you still want his friends and brothers to like you as Charles’ girl. Charles brought in Scrabble as his last resort. He wasn’t expecting to go through 2 games so quickly. You were chosen as the judge. You promised yourself to go easy on everyone. You weren’t sure if you were making a good impression on everyone but boy did your ego love this. 

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“What do you mean ‘rizz’ isn’t accepted?” Arthur yelled. “Mate it isn’t in the dictionary.” “Then why does everyone call Lando ‘NoRIZZ’?” “Hey!” “I consider it as an acceptable word. We know the meaning. It exists. It’s a word.” You chimed in. “Thank you!” Arthur smiled and added 13 points to himself. The game continued and you limited yourself to simple words. And you accepted every word regardless of how ridiculous it was. 

“Yes Pierre ‘Fuck’ is a word.” 

“I mean we all know what ‘OMG’ is”

“Sure, Charles. You can make Frenglish words.” 

You could physically feel the pain from the insanity of some words but you were on a mission. You nodded and smiled and carried on. The words became chaotic by the minute. Your last straw was when Lando argued that “Skibidi” should be accepted. 

“That’s it. I can’t take this shit anymore. I respect the game too much to put up with this. You are way too old to use the word ‘Skibidi’, Lando.” “Yeah so wrong, Lando” Pierre fakes disappointment. “You! Fuck is not acceptable.” “Not acceptable. Yes sorry, Y/N” He bites back a laugh. “OMG!? Are you kidding me?” “I wasn’t.” Lorenzo shakes his head. “And my boyfriend sits there looking pretty and wanting to make up Frenglish words. THAT’S NOT EVEN A LANGUAGE. NOT ACCEPTABLE!” 

“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Charles looked up at you. “I said Lando is old.” You tried to shift the conversation. “Why the fuck am I getting slandered?” “No. I think it was something about your boyfriend being pretty and making up words.” Charles redirects you. “Um... I don’t remember saying that.” You mumbled. “Yeah no. That’s what we heard. Right Arthur?” Pierre snickered. 

“Hey if my girlfriend says Frenglish isn’t acceptable then it isn’t, guys” Charles smirked. “Or it is. I don’t remember saying it.” You shrugged. “So you can do whatever you like.” The ceiling looked much more interesting than the gorgeous green eyes looking at you. “I think our work is done here. Let’s go guys.” Lando stood up. “And what exactly was that work, Norizz?” You called out as everyone was walking out the door chattering. Lando just smiled at you and closed the door. 

You and Charles remained quiet and just looked at each other for a long moment. “I don’t k-” “Do you r-” You both spoke at the same time. Gentle giggles echoed in the silence. “I was gonna ask if you regretted it?” Charles looked at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “No. God no. Charles, I don’t regret it at all. But to be honest, I kinda thought you hosted this game night to introduce me as your girlfriend. It sucked ass when you called me your teammate.” You looked down at your feet. You contemplated if sitting down would make this whole shebang less awkward. But Charles quietened your thoughts by standing up and taking your hands in his.

 “Cherie, seconds before you knocked, I was having a full-blown panic attack. I really really like you and I wanted us to be official but I didn’t know what you felt. The guys were there for emotional support because I do not trust myself with any high-risk situation.”

“You drive a car at 300 km/hr almost every weekend.” 

“Please. That is nothing compared to you. Every time I get in the cockpit, I’m more worried about your safety than mine. I was going to introduce you as my girlfriend. Trust me the word was on the tip of my tongue but I was being a pussy and chickened out. I’m so glad you did it tho.” His smile made those adorable dimples pop as he hugged you. “I’m so glad I did it too.” Your voice came out muffled with your cheek pressed against his chest. 

“And I’m so glad you called me pretty.”   

[felsicveins]

Jumping on the bandwagon where people resurrect Creek to be whatever the fuck they want

AU where he winds up as Velvet and Veneers assistant after talking his way out of being eaten

[daddiesdrarryy]

Lucius: Okay, son. The next step in your great grandmother’s recipe is to fold in the cheese

Draco: What does that mean? What does ‘fold in the cheese’ mean?

Lucius: You fold it in

Draco: I understand that, but how do you fold it? Do you fold it in half like a piece of paper and drop it in the pot, or what do you do?

Lucius: Draco, I cannot show you everything

Draco: Okay, well, can you show me ONE thing?

Lucius: You just, here’s what you do. You just fold it in

Draco: I don’t know how to fold broken cheese like that, Father!

Lucius: Then I don’t know how to be any clearer! You take that thing that’s in your hand and you—

Draco: If you say ‘fold in’ one more time—

Lucius: It says ‘fold it in’!

[idioticvamp]

this is messy sorry i’ll make more serious art soon 🥲✨

[myuuchii]

i love the art of over protective bros backing branch up with the creek hate but i need more viva hating creek.

creek arguably hurt poppy more than anyone because of his betrayal. imagine the angry girl talk about him

[taborc]

Could you draw breek as teens breaking up because Creek's popular and Branch an outcast

popularity > happiness

[yuhlmaooo]

- "don't worry babe, i'm still on second offense"

- "w-w-what if on the th-i-rd offense, there's a prize?"

- "YEA! maybe it's a trip to Enchanted Kingdom"

- "SHUT UP"

[cenotune]

tweepover pt 1 of 4

I drew tweek as a nightlight and birdhouse in your soul immediately got stuck in my head and refuses to leave. Now I can't stop thinking about that one part that calls lighthouses the primitive ancestors of nightlights like is that not the cutest thing in the world?

anyway p1 2 in like a month bc im slow and busy

[gingerteafairy]

Pets, First Kisses and Small Town-Shenanigans (young!Jensen Ackles x reader) final

“You’re always going to steal my kisses, aren’t you?” you tease, breaking the kiss, your voice soft, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Jensen’s eyes twinkle with that same playful light. “You bet I will. And you’re going to love it.”

tags: relationship, softdom!jensen, praisekink, bad language, softdom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare, happy jensen is my roman empire words: 4.5k ←previous chapter

It had been three weeks of effortless moments with Jensen—afternoons filled with laughter, baking disasters, and long, peaceful walks by the lake. Some days, you’d bake together in the kitchen—flour flying everywhere, both of you sneaking spoonfuls of batter when no one was looking. Other days, you’d take quiet walks by the lake, stopping to admire the cute animals in the pet shop—Max being the absolute cutest, of course. Jensen even got along with Miss Pumpkin, which, admittedly, made you a little jealous since she was never that polite with you. You never wanted that summer to end.

But today, as you sat alone on the couch in his cozy living room, everything felt… different. You were both tired from a long walk with Max (and Miss Pumpkin, of course, showing off her cute pink collar). Your feet were tucked under a soft blanket, your fingers interlaced with his. You could feel his gaze on you, warm and full of that familiar grin.

“So, uh…” Jensen started, shifting so he was fully facing you. “I was thinking... we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately, huh?”

You raised an eyebrow, teasing. “You mean, you’ve been showing up at my house every day and stealing all my cookies? Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

He chuckled, leaning back against the arm of the couch with a dramatic sigh. “I mean, yes, but also... I dunno if you’ve noticed, but I think we’ve kinda... clicked.”

You smirked, rolling your eyes. “Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed at all, considering the constant laughing, baking, and not-so-subtle hand-holding between pecks.”

He placed a hand over his heart in mock shock. “Wait, you mean you’ve noticed that I’m madly in love with you? Oh no, my secret’s out.”

You laughed and nudged him with your elbow. “Madly in love, huh? How cliché. You really know how to lay on the charm, don’t you?”

Jensen leaned in a little closer, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “I mean, I was going to say something cheesy, but hey, you’re right, I’ve already proven how much I like you by bringing you baked goods every day.”

“Hmm, well, that’s definitely a good start,” you teased, but the way his eyes softened made your teasing slow down.

He took a deep breath, his tone shifting from playful to a little more serious, but still lighthearted. “So... I’ve been thinking… What if we made this official?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Official? Like… we put a label on this? Like ‘baking partners for life’?”

Jensen grinned wider, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I was thinking more like… ‘boyfriend and girlfriend,’ but sure, ‘baking partners for life’ works too.”

You burst out laughing. “So, you’re asking me to be your girlfriend while we’re sitting on your couch, surrounded by crumbs and half-eaten cupcakes?”

Jensen shrugged, feigning indifference. “I mean, if that’s what it takes. I’m not picky about the setting, just about the person.”

You stared at him, that goofy grin of his making it impossible to take him too seriously for long. But then you realized—this was exactly how it was supposed to feel. Comfortable. Fun. Home.

You leaned in a little, your lips curling into a smile. “Well, I guess since you’ve already won me over with your baking skills and bad jokes… yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Jensen’s face lit up, and before you knew it, he scooped you into a hug, lifting you off the couch like you weighed nothing. “Yes! I’m the luckiest guy alive!” he shouted, spinning you around in a celebratory dance. You laughed, clinging to him as he twirled you in circles.

When he finally set you back down, he leaned in and planted a quick peck on your lips. “Best. Decision. Ever.”

You giggled, pushing him away playfully. “Okay, okay. I get it, you’re excited. But I expect cupcakes and extra frosting every week now.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Deal. But only if you promise to laugh at all my bad jokes forever.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Always and forever, Jensen.”

For a moment, Jensen simply stared at you, his expression softening into something more tender, more vulnerable. He leaned in, the sound of the couch creaking slightly as he moved closer. Your heart fluttered, nerves suddenly twisting in your stomach. You swallowed, trying to steady yourself.

“God, don’t look at me with those eyes,” he murmured, his voice strained with a laugh. “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to say anything.”

“What eyes?” you asked, biting your lip, unable to suppress a grin despite the flutter in your chest.

Jensen lowered his head, gathering himself for a moment. But then, in a move that completely took you by surprise, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. It was brief, but enough to send a wave of warmth through you.

He pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting gently against yours. There was a small, breathless pause before he spoke again, a shy chuckle escaping his lips. “I was going to say something all romantic and profound, but you just had to look at me with those pretty eyes. I got distracted.”

You blinked, heart racing, unsure if you were supposed to laugh or just melt at his words. The closeness between you felt suddenly heavier, his breath warm against your skin, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, wide-eyed.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered, a little breathless.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied softly, his voice light but with something more vulnerable beneath it. His thumb brushed lightly over your hand, making your heart skip a beat. “But maybe I can be ridiculous for you, cupcake.”

The words lingered between you, simple yet somehow so meaningful. Jensen’s gaze softened even more, and for the first time, you realized how much you wanted to close the distance between you even further.

“Hey, come on. I wanna show you something.” Jensen stood up, and you followed him as he led you to his room. His space was cozy and cluttered with rock band posters, a bookshelf filled with videogames and vinyl records, and papers scattered on his desk beneath a graduation picture with his friends.

A red guitar hanging on the wall caught your eye. “You’re going to sing cheesy love songs for me?” you teased, running your fingertips along the instrument.

Jensen wasn’t looking at you now, his gaze focused on something on the shelf, but his fingers tapped nervously against the wood, betraying how important this moment was to him. “You won’t hear my amazing voice today. I want to show you something else.” 

He pulled a little worn-out box from a drawer, hidden under a soft white blanket. Jensen opened it, and your eyes widened in surprise. It was the Pinkie Pie doll you’d lost as a child—the one that boy stolen from you!

“Oh my god, how—”

“Before I explain, you gotta know, I was a really misbehaved kid and didn't wanted to scare you with this thing I kept for all these years,” he began, his voice playful. 

“Don’t tell me you punched the poor kid, Jensen,” you replied, half-shocked, half-grinning.

“My mom confiscated my Nintendo for three months after the kid’s black eye,” he confessed with a laugh, placing the now-found Pinkie Pie doll in your hand. “What? I’m a brave man. I couldn’t sleep knowing someone made a girl cry. So I punched him and said hey, boy. Never make a girl cry, you hear me?”

You smiled, heart warmed by the sweet, silly gesture. “Wow, I missed this doll. Thanks, my charming knight. You defended me from the awful monster.” You mockingly placed a hand on your forehead, pretending to faint.

“My duty, but princess. Won’t you give me my reward?” he asked, looking up at you with an adorable, childish grin.

“Yeah, anything for my favorite knight.” You giggled, but were quickly interrupted by a sudden, soft kiss on your lips.

All you could do was stare at him, emotions a whirlwind of disbelief and warmth. He simply smiled, pulling back with a wink. “Got my reward.”

Your cheeks went bright red, and you awkwardly chuckled, unable to do anything else as the world around you seemed to fade into the background. You could feel the space between you narrowing, and then—another kiss, this one sweet and lingering.

“It wasn’t a very knightly thing to do, you know,” you teased, coy. “Stealing a kiss from the king’s daughter. You’re under arrest now. Five years, no negotiation.”

“So what? I kissed the high hierarchy,” he shot back, charming as ever, holding your waist and pulling you closer.

“Oh, so you’re proud of your achievement?” you replied, voice dripping with sweetness. “I should give you ten years for your bad behavior.”

“Uhm… Guess I’ll just have to steal more kisses to deserve my detention,” he whispered, his voice velvety, before kissing you gently again, sweet as vanilla cupcakes.

“You’re always going to steal my kisses, aren’t you?” you tease, breaking the kiss, your voice soft, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

Jensen’s eyes twinkle with that same playful light. “You bet I will. And you’re going to love it.”

You chuckle, standing tiptoes to kiss his forehead. “You bet I will.”

And then he kissed again and again, pulling back for a moment, flashing that grin of his. “You taste like cupcakes, cupcake,” he whispered, looking at your lips before capturing them again.

He broke the kiss, placing a soft one on your temple, then pecking you a dozen more times, making you giggle as your face rested in his hand. “Ten years of kisses. Permission to leave the dungeon?”

You giggled, kissing the palm of his hand. “Permission granted.”

He laughed, leaning in for another kiss, this one more passionate, his body pressing against yours, making your heart race. You felt the heat of the moment rise, warming places that shouldn't be warmed up, and before you knew it, he’d deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips. You pulled back with wide eyes, unsure of what to do.

“Sorry about that,” he said, concern flickering across his face. “We can take it slow.”

“No, it’s... I-I never... you know,” you stammered, trying to avoid his gaze. “Tongue kisses and... hanky panky.”

“Hanky panky? Are you fifty years old?” Jensen teased, chuckling.

“Stoooop! I’m nervous,” you cooed, tugging at his collar.

“Okay, okay. But, no pressure, I promise. I'll control my nerves.” He reassured you, his voice soft. And that was the thing about Jensen. He made you feel safe, no matter how nervous or unsure you were. You could trust him with your eyes closed, in the middle of any storm. “Let's do another thing, shall we?”

You looked up at him, tenderness in your gaze. “No, Jensen. I... you don’t think my kissing is weird?”

“Pfft. Is this a serious question?” Jensen blurted, but then softened when he saw your insecurity. He cupped your face gently, squeezing it. “Hey, you’re literally a top-tier kisser, I get all worked up with your kisses.”

“You can’t be serious,” you replied, leaning into his hand with a sad smile.

“I’m serious,” he whispered, his voice full of affection, as he leaned in to kiss you again. “I didn't want to have to say this, but bro, the little guy down here never lies.” He confessed heartily, giggling with your surprised expression at the tent in his jeans.  

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” you say, laughing as Jensen pulls you in for yet another kiss, his lips warm and gentle against yours.

He pulls back with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don't pretend you don't know how sexy and amazing you are.” He winks, his hand still resting lightly on your waist.

You shake your head in mock disbelief, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re incorrigible. I can’t even get a second to breathe without you swooping in for another kiss.”

“I mean,” Jensen shrugs dramatically, “who could blame me? You’ve got this amazing smile, smoking hot body, pause for your tits, because daaamn, and your eyes… I just get lost in them every time.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Keep talking, Mr. Smooth.”

He chuckles, his fingers tracing circles on the back of your hand. “I’m not just smooth, y'know. I’m a man of deep emotions. I’ve been feeling all these things, plus I love you.”

His words leave you breathless, and for a moment, you just look at him—really look at him—taking in the sincerity in his eyes. The playful teasing, the jokes, and the laughs—it was all real. But so was this. The feeling between you both, warm and full of promise, was undeniable.

“I love you, Jensen. A lot,” you whisper, a small smile breaking out on your face. “And you can kiss me more, you know…practice.”

He laughs, the sound light and carefree, as he leans back just slightly, his hand still holding yours. “I guess we’ll just have to keep testing it out, huh?”

“Guess so,” you say with a smirk, but you both know you’re already lost in each other. There’s no need for testing anymore.

Jensen’s expression lights up, his hand lifting to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “I’m glad to hear that. Because, honestly, I don’t think I could stop even if I tried, things are getting a little tight down here.”

“Then, don’t stop.” Your heart races as he moves closer again, but this time, the kiss feels different—deeper, more meaningful. The first touch of his lips was soft, tentative, like he was testing the waters, afraid to overstep. But the warmth of his mouth against yours sent a shiver through you, and you deepened the kiss, pulling him closer.

He responded immediately, his hands finding his way to the small of your back, pulling you in with a tenderness that made your heart ache. The kiss wasn’t rushed, but full of a quiet, burning intensity. His lips moved gently, coaxing yours open, his tongue brushing slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. 

Obeying an instinct you didn't know you possessed, you tilt your head to deep the kiss, tangling his blond short locks in your fingers as squeezes your waist beneath your shirt before dropping you delicately on his bed. You get yourself comfortable on his comforter as he crawls overtop of you, his lips torturing your bottom lips with sweet nippings. He peels off the pretty baby doll white shirt from you, grinning when he sees the flesh cupped by a simple white bra. 

“You know, we can always stop before you get all whiny and purring like a sly kitten.” he teases in a grin, taking all the loose strands out of your face with a caring only he could give in this type of moment. 

“oh, you do think you're able to make me whine and purr, big dog?” you teased back, biting your lip between a chuckle.  

“You're always so needy, wouldn't be surprised if you cry out ohh jensen don't stop pleaaaase in my ear.” He chuckles, nipping your ear lobe. 

“Oh, like. Oh my god, Jensen, baby I can't take I want you so baaaad.” you fence a panted, exaggerated simulated orgasm, grinning when he laughed and kissed your cheek.

“Yeah, keep laughing. You'll end up all shy and cute at the end without this little panties of yours.” He softened his voice as he met your lips in a kiss, pressing his lips to yours as his tongue poked gently in yours. He pulled back, pressing his lips to your cheek in a soft peck. 

His lips and teeth nipped at your shoulder, your collarbones, leaving small bruises and imprints of his teeth on your skin as he unclipped your bra, widening his eyes at your chest.

“Try not to look so impressed, Jensen. Looks like you’ve never seen boobs in your life.” You chuckled, but you couldn't deny how happy you were by his delighted eyes. 

“It 's just… I've never seen better boobs in my whole life. Damn, it's perfect. C’mere my girls.” he replied before kissing the whole extension of your soft skin, cupping your breasts just to squeeze them under his palms, smiling in your nipple when you purr under him. 

“God, I need to feel it skin-to-skin.” He groans before grabbing the hem of his navy blue tank top, passing through his head, causing a strangely amusing mess on his hair, til you fix your eyes on his abdomen with a smirk. 

“Oh, come on. Six pack? Seriously?” You tease as you weren't overwhelmed by his beauty, fixed on his happy trail. His hands worked up to strip from those now tight jeans, offering you a good view of his white boxers clothed in precum.

“Don't pretend you aren't all soaked behind these panties, lady.” he smirks before softly slapping your covered spot, rewarded by your shocked moan, crashing into your lips again. “You're dying to feel all this inside you.”

He gives your ass a little squeeze before unzipping your skirt to make the same way of his jeans, tossed on the floor. So he could see that the kissing trail was getting too warm up by judging on the patch of your pink panties with cute flowers on it, wait-

“Shit.” You curse, covering your panties with your both hands.

“What?” He shook his head confused, trying to not catch your tits with his tongue.

“I came with the least sexy panties ever, oh my god kill me now.” You cry out with your face all red, twisting when you see him belly laugh.

“You know nothing, don't you?” Jensen took your hands of your cute panties, smiling at your confused face. “It 's panties. They’re exciting just for being what they are. Take the privilege.”

You smile, safe with him. He pulls you in a more desperate kiss, his fingers hooked your pink panties, dragging them down your legs, sliding his fingers through your wet folds. 

“I said. Soooaked.” He sing-songs, biting your bottom lip before inserting one finger easily inside, earning a tiny scream of surprise from you. “Is it good?” 

“Yes.” You replied licking your lips, wrapping your arms in his neck to get a sloppy kiss while you get stimulated. 

“Fuck sake, I need to eat you, can I do it, please?” he breathed, grinning as a child due the positive nod of yours. 

He took his finger out of you, licking to save your taste before getting his head down on the mattress to face your needy cunt. Too eager to tease you, his face went down to lick and suck your clit like the finest meal. You arch your back with the soft touch, covering your mouth to silence your whines and moans while he draws eights in your folds deliciously, your walls pulsating and clenching. 

“No, let your moans out, please~ I wanna hear them” He begs in a pout, kissing your clit. 

“Jensen, what if the neighbors listen? I'm gonna die if they say something to your mom.” You insist, but he cuts you off with a long lick with a hard tongue. “JENSEN”

“Let 'em hear it. At least they know how much I please you.” So he comes back again to your folds.

Then you sense the sweet sensation down your spot. As he reads you like a glass, he fastens his tongue movements inserting one finger in your unexplored hole, spreading your legs that insist to close as your climax gets closer. “Jensen, Jensen. I'm gonna cum, cum.”

“Cum in my tongue, babe. Fuck. You're so delicious, cum in me babe, can you do it f' me?” He praised before adding pressure to his tongue in your abused clit, receiving all of your liquid in a scream of yours. 

Jensen stood up all happy, taking the excess of liquid from his face to his hand, not to get clean, but to lick it, not wasting any drop. “You're so delicious, my cupcake. I wanna feel you inside, can I?”

“Yes, please.” You panted from the last orgasm, but you felt the urge for more. For him. 

“Hmmm, I'm going crazy, you're so good for me.” He groaned, wrapping a hand on his veiny cock, placing his tip on your entrance. “Ready?”

Before you could respond, he suddenly pushed into your pussy with resistance, splitting you in two with thickness. His length stretched you out, causing you to let out a choked mewl as he let out a low groan. “Christ. You're tight.”   

You look up to him with a single tear in your right eye from the pain, til you find his eyebrows slightly furrowing in a little painful look, ripping a chuckle from you. “God, you look as hurted as me.” 

“You and your tight pussy, god. I'm gonna be ripped.” he groaned back, finally getting full inside. 

“Ugh, as you're the one getting… ripped here.” You shot back with a smirk, smiling when his thumb brushed your cheek to wipe the small tear. 

“Alright, alright.” he breathed again, adjusting to the tiny walls. “I’m moving, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” You conceded, smiling when he interlaced his fingers with yours to start his movement, slow enough to get you used to his size, quickly feeling a wave of pleasure in his old-added rhythm thrusts “Hmm… this is… good.”

“You're taking so well, sugar.” He added in pant, resting his face in the crook of your neck to nip while you moan side his ear, interlacing strongly your fingers with his. “Fuck, this is too good. Can I go faster, babe?”

“Please, Jensen. I fuuuck harder, please” you whine, when he releases your hands to squeeze your ass, fastening his hips, groaning when you scratch your nails in his back. 

“Uhmm… you’re so wet, you hear it?” he whines in your ear, and then you notice the squelching sounds, dripping in his cock while he stretches your walls just for him. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Jensen, fuck me, baby mooore” you moan his name even louder when he hits your g-spot in a powerful thrust. “Right there, oh my god” 

“Yeah, babe. Keep moaning my name, I'm gonna fucking come in your pussy, you let me do it? You let me fill her in?” he babbles, rocking his pelvis harder to the point his balls clap in your ass, filling the room with slapping sounds, moans and pants. 

“Uh-huh. Cum inside me pleaaaase.” you roll your eyes back on your head when you feel your climax growing again with his thrusts, head empty, dumb. He fucked you dumb for your first time and it had he crazy for searching his own pleasure. 

“You're so god quiet, sugar. Cat got your fuck tongue? Don't have a little tease for me? You and your smart tongue? God I'm going to fucking cum here” He teases between moans as he watches you babble in his cock, trembling your legs to release all the pleasure in his cock. 

“Jensen, stop. It 's too much.” You cry out in overstimulation, contorcionating under him like a possessed woman from the movies, biting his shoulder.  

“Hang on, babe. Take me a little more, huh? I'm filing your little pussy right away” he groans, nipping your earlobe, planting a smack in your ass as he spills his hot thick cum inside you.

He thrusts til the strands get to an end, taking his softened dick from your cunt. Jensen rests his head a little longer, wrapping his arms in your waist in a big comfortable hug. Jensen pecks your face a thousand times, his signature gesture of when he's truly happy with you. You purr again, ruffling his hair and pecking his nose tip. 

“I told you you're going to purr under me after.” He remembered you with a grin, biting your lip. 

“Fine. You won this one, Ackles. Next time you are going to whine like a baby under me.” You guaranteed a warmful look, couldn't hide the happiness of being closer to him in a more meaningful way.

“Hmm, is there going to be one next time? I'm anxious.” he smirks, squeezing your boobs. 

“Yeah, I'm your girlfriend, remember? There's always going to be a next time.” 

“Oh, you liked it that much? You're so naughty, cupcake. I thought you were better” he teased fencing with a shocked look. 

“God, you're so ridiculous.” you laugh, taking his head in your hands to give another passionate kiss on him.

“And I love you.” He confessed, pecking your lips, hands in your hair to get off the little mess he made. 

“I love you too.” 

You two stayed a little while naked on the bed, but he obviously took a blanket to cover you up from the cold, he just didn't want to be apart of your naked goddess-like figure, his words only. You ruffled his beautiful blonde hair with your fingers, kissing the top of his head as he rested in your boobs, saying it was his favorite place.

Then, you lifted your head, seeing a familiar figure. Max sat on the floor in front of the door with his collarbone on his mouth. 

“Jensen. I think your dog opened the locked door.” You warned and he lazily lifted his head, directioning to the door. 

“I didn't lock it, that's how he got in. He knows how to get the handle, that dog is so weird.” he pouted, pecking your bare chest again, before getting up to search for his boxers. 

“Well, at least he didn't jump on me again.” You joked, stretching on the bed. He stops to watch your body while you release the tension, feeling his blood flow down again. 

“Yeah, so I'm gonna jump on you to compensate, okay?” he replied, bending to catch his boxers and shirt again with Max barking in the background.

“Deal.” You smiled, feeling his lips against yours again. 

“Don't get dressed. I'm giving this buddy a meal and I come back in a flash, okay?” He guaranteed, going out of the room with Max following him with a happy bark. 

In that moment, you felt happy, like a dream. All your moments togheter were like movie in your head, but your nostalgia trip was interrupted by an eager Jensen entering the room already striping, getting tucked in the sheets with you. 

“You look like your dog, have I ever said that?” You called, watching him sneaking inside the blankets to stop in your tits again. “You jump on me and you're so happy all the time, it's so cute.’

“No, but I could say you look like Miss Pumpkins too. You're grumpy, but needy when you open.” He completed kissing your lips. “Kitty wants some milk now?”

“Fuck, Jensen. You just trespassed the limits of ridiculousness now.” You laughed, throwing your head on the mattress.

“Ok, it was cheesy. But… like… you want it?” He asked with puppy eyes. 

“Only if you agree to take a warm shower after this. Sit and I'll figure out how I do it, deal?”

He grins and sits down, patting his side of the bed “Deal.” 

[orgonongurlz]

made a little design of craig to the future jason for funsies..,

really happy with how he came out !!

[harringroveera]

Billy: Okay, shitbird. The next step in this recipe is to fold in the cheese

Max: What does that mean? What does “fold in the cheese” mean?

Billy: You fold it in

Max: I understand that, but how do you fold it? Do you fold it in half like a piece of paper and drop it in the pot, or what do you do?

Billy: Max, I cannot show you everything

Max: Okay, well, can you show me ONE thing?

Billy: You just, here’s what you do. You just fold it in

Max: I don’t know how to fold broken cheese like that, Billy!

Billy: Then I don’t know how to be any clearer! You take that thing that’s in your hand and you—

Max: If you say “fold in” on more time—

Billy: It says “fold it in”!

[poetic-ivy]

can u imagine telling your 17yo that his father is dead and his only reaction is to be like ‘okay. I must show u smth very important’ and then take u by the hand to your front door in the middle of the night before poorly howling like an animal at the sky

[buttfrovski]

(tweek and craig hanging out in tweeks room)

craig, picking up journal and flipping through it: is this a diary?

(to his horror, craig realizes it is a journal full of nothing but dooms day survival plans.

craig then spotted the towers of journals stacked under tweek's desk)

craig, whipping around to look at tweek: wth is all this?

(tweek can do nothing else but stare back at him like this)

[shirecorn]

*raises hand*

does nightmare moon ouccur in this fancy lore version of mlp? if so, how?

Yes, and there is an area of equestria with craters from stomping hooves and a massive valley where one of the goddesses was thrown to the earth. It's a fertile river valley now with a huge blooming city (idk which city. pick one for me)

I havent decided if the battle is going to be a painting or a fic, but I made a playlist that will inspire me when I do get to it.

These songs are picked on vibe rather than lyrics.

Please picture you are a pony watching the sky catch fire and burn, darkened by choking, star-filled smoke, split with sunbeams that char the ground on which they hit. None of it is aimed at you. None of it is aimed at the village where your father lives. None of it is meant to destroy the land or leave chasms where there were once people.

The gods aren't angry with you. But there is a hole where there used to be a town. You know no one survived.

As they cast beams of magic into the sky that rip the atmosphere to shreds, you wonder if the next earthquake will land closer or further from the place where you stand.

You close your eyes and pray it takes you next.

It includes at least one song from an MLP au that I don't know anything about except that the music SLAPS. And that's Infinite Eclipse songs by JC Rowss

[desire-mona]

house md in 2024: wilson loses thousands of dollars on the hawk tuah meme coin, everyone makes fun of him for it but chase and kutner have also secretly lost thousands of dollars on the very same thing

[cherrysleepover]

happy late valentines day!