#gabi x reader

[domoqueen]

End of a Great Story 🪽🥹

[prettygirl-gabi]

Through the Lens series Masterlist

Most to all dividers used in this series was made by @bernardsbendystraws

Thank you again!! Rose

Rating: General Audiences (for most chapters but ratings will be updated each chapter also along with warnings being updated as well)

Warning: none^

Paring: !Super Senior Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader (reader is intended to black, but anyone can read it)

Fandom: Women's basketball

Tagline: Capturing every moment, even the ones that break us.

Brief Description/Intro:

When Y/N’s professor encourages her to use UConn Women’s Basketball as her muse for her final project, she never expects to find herself drawn to one player in particular—Paige Bueckers. As a junior with a passion for game photography, Y/N captures Paige’s every move, but their connection takes an unexpected turn during a game when Paige’s block shatters Y/N’s favorite camera, dueing her first night with the team. What begins as a series of chance encounters quickly grows into something deeper, despite the looming uncertainty of Paige’s final season as a super senior before heading to the WNBA. Can they navigate the lines between passion, distance, and dreams—or will their connection remain a fleeting glimpse into what could have been?

Moodboard pt.1

Questions?

Official Playlist

Moodboard pt.2

Moodboard pt.3

Prologue: A Shattered Beginning

Chapter 1: Through the Lens of Dreams

Chapter 2: Caught on Camera

Chapter 3: Focus on Us

Chapter 4: Holding My Breath

Chapter 5: In the Spotlight

Chapter 6: Sidelines and distractions

Chapter 7: Homecoming

Chapter 8: Unspoken but Understood

Chapter 9: Just Us

Chapter 10: Under Pressure

Chapter 11: Silence and Reconciliation

Chapter 12: The Storm We Needed

Chapter 13: Trust The Process

Chapter 14: The Raw Moments

Chapter 15: The Final Cut

Chapter 16: Marking Her Territory

Chapter 17: Court-Side Love and Matching Jerseys

Chapter 18: Family Photo Shoot

Chapter 19: Stormy Nights

Chapter 20: Breaking Points

Chapter 21: Timeout

Chapter 22: Crossing Lines

Chapter 23: In Focus

Chapter 24: On Different Courts

Chapter 25: Birthday Surprise

Chapter 26:

Chapter 27:

Chapter 28:

Chapter 29:

Chapter 30:

( definitely will be more....)

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀���️

[b1mbodoll]

gettinf high with perv jake .. or perv hoon …. or both… theyre both trying to convince you to keep taking hits <333 even holding the joint up to ur lips to get u to do it 🙂‍↕️ wld probably shotgun w u too 😖 parting your lips with a finger before exhaling into your mouth 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 theyd pull you onto their lap, maybe even getting a bit rough bcs theyre Possessive n both of them want you in their lap 😓 takin advantage of how dumb n ditzy u get <3 tugging at your top n pawing at your tits, maybe even rubbin ur cunt over your panties until theyre drenched <333 idk just them bein gross n icky

[leviismybby]

Yelena: "You called me a whore, you made fun of my weight, you gave me the finger-"

Levi: "And you called my kids stupid."

[mikyapixie]

Attack On Titan: LAST ATTACK New Countdown Illustration!!!

[livelaughlovesubs]

Click on the picture for better quality!!

When I saw this, I immediately thought of Gabriel

Btw idk who that photo belongs to, found it over Pinterest

[gabatronnie]

waking up with the hazbin girlies

featuring: charlie, vaggie, cherri, lute, velvette, rosie

warnings: steamy makeouts, mentions of sex

CHARLIE:

it’s a 50/50 with charlie depending on which one of you woke up first

if you woke up first, she’d be much more  drowsy, especially if it’s you waking her up because she has work to get done or places to be

she needs a lot of encouragement to get out of bed, but nothing too loud, charlie is only 50% in the room with us when she first wakes up, and anything too quiet she won’t catch, and anything too loud just startles the poor girl

however if charlie wakes up, things are a bit different

charlie is the kind of person who needs to wake up on their own terms, otherwise she’ll be like a zombie

if charlie wakes up before you, she’s already a good bit ready, and as you approach her, she can’t help but pepper your face in kisses as she hands you breakfast

LUTE:

lute is very punctual and almost always has work in the morning, so she’s not one to dote on you all too much, and she’s most definitely up earlier than you are

honestly, lute loves when you sit and admire her as she gets ready for work, just dreamily staring at her as she does a simple, mundane task like brushing her teeth

she’ll never admit it, but everytime you pack lute lunch before she’s off to work, her stomach flutters a little more each time, and she’ll just about malfunction if you write her a heart-felt note on a napkin saying that you love her and that she’s working so hard. will she admit this? no. but does she love it? you bet your ass she does

VELVETTE:

velvette’s a complainer when it comes to waking up in the morning, especially if she has to go into the office

honestly, you have to wake her up a solid 30 minutes before she needs to even start getting ready because best believe you guys are having a morning makeout sesh (which might i mention, happens nearly every morning, which potentially leads to some rough morning sex)

on the topic of making out, vel THRIIIVES off of that shit, she loves feeling your lips, or having her tongue around yours

she’s not one to wake you up though, she lets you do that on your own, especially because she doesn’t see a point in waking you up unless you have somewhere to be

© gabatronnie - don't translate, heavily inspire, feed my work to ai, or repost it on other platforms.

[prongspoet]

broken hearted | luke castellan.

first time writing for luke, so hope this is okay! tell me what u think in the reblogs i would love to know and get more luke asks!

summary: the curse of cabin 10 makes aphrodite!reader pretend to date her best friend so she doesn't have to cause a heartbreak to her actual crush. even though, at the end of it, she's the only one who had her heart broken. major inspo from this concept.

"You're staring." y/n' best friend, luke castellan, head counselor of the hermes cabin, pointed the fact out, side eying the girl right at his side, after looking at the boy sword training in front of them.

"he's staring back." the aphrodite girl said with a grin. the sunlight bathing her head making it comfortingly warm. luke would know, since he was the one caressing it while she laid down next to him. both of them on the grass, enjoying the late afternoon at camp. "so..."

michael dawson, ares' kid, was, in fact, staring. luke couldn't blame him, the way his best friend looked made everyone pay attention to her. she didn't even had to try. and still, the swordfighting happening in front of them made luke even more sure that mike needed a way so she could notice him. not naturally, but somehow, it worked, since the girl payed attention to him as soon as he started.

"oh well, like mother like daughter, huh. " he continued, in a mocking tone, holding his laugh, raising himself by his elbows, before taking one of his hands to the girl's arm. "your siblings wouldn't be too happy to see the goody two shoes dating an ares' kid, would they?"

"gods, don't fucking say that." she giggled, hiding her face with both of her hands. she went quiet for a second, still staring at the boy. "ares' kid or not.." y/n sighed, pouting slightly. "mike's nicer than the others, he wouldn't deserve to be a guinea pig."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i have to do.” the girl muttered, with a soft sigh. she couldn't blame her mother, she worshipped aphrodite; her beauty, her power, her knowledge and her actions. that didn't mean that she enjoyed the judgment. the need to make someone else feel miserable just because she could. it wasn't fair. "the first love heart break thing."

"i'm glad i'm not in his shoes, that's for sure." the boy whispered, with a chuckle, still trying to be as quiet as possible. his thumb caressing her arm incessantly. it made her skin burn. in a second, y/n abruptly raised her chin, getting supported by her elbows, getting muffled groan from luke, once it hit his ribs. "what is it?"

"you could be!"

"am i your first love, daisy?" he raised one of his eyebrows, with a mischievous grin stamped on the boys face. the scar in his eye making itself more clear. "you should have told me sooner- ouch!"

"shut up, hero. listen to me!" he knew that tone. and as anyone else who had a single bit of sense, he kept quiet, wanting nothing more to hear her insane idea. "we could pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend." the smile on her delicate face kept getting bigger as she explained her brilliant - yet not completely effective - idea. "i could pretend to break your heart. no one gets hurt, i can stay with mike after is over, and my mom ends up being proud of me!"

the aphrodite girl stared at him expectedly, hoping he would buy her insane plan, hoping he could save her from doing something he never imagined her doing it. luke got quiet for a minute. his eyes were darker than usual. he couldn't stand that. y/n knew her best friend well enough to know that he meant to say something. he never truly did. "you shouldn't be looking for her approval."

"i'm not searching for approval i'm just trying to prove myself.."

"you don't have to prove your devotion to her by doing this." his tone stern, more quiet. colder. "you burn offerings for her every single day. you pray, you're always expressing how incredible she is."

"you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

and suddenly, the idea seemed more appealing than ever. she wasn't using her charmspeak on him. no, luke knew how sugary and sweet y/n's words could be when she wanted to. at that moment, his best friend was just being honest. and even though he could retribute that feeling, luke felt that he needed to do it. just for her.

"yeah," he nodded. defeated. "fine, i'll do it."

"really?" the girl hugged him tight. more excited than ever. "thank you boyfriend!"

"yeah, yeah." he grinned, letting her rest her head on his chest, carefully watching y/n closing her eyes, like nothing else would ever bother her. "just don't be too mean when you dump me."

pretending was easy.

they've always been stuck to each other. having dinner with each other. burning offerings with each other. planning capture the flag with each other. training, swimming, talking, sneaking out to parties. always with one right after the other.

it wasn't supposed to be different, they just had to make it more believable.

"we should be holding hands," y/n pointed out as the couple walked calmly to the main area, where dinner was starting. "silena asked me why we never hold hands if we're dating, so i thought we could make it more..."

"real, yeah." luke nodded, grabbing her hand right the next second she spoke. "c'mon, girlfriend, hurry up." he grinned, and she couldn't help but grin back. "i'm starving."

luke could do that. he could kiss her in front of people, and tell everyone the way they got together. he could hold hands with her, caress her back and almost have a heart attack when she kissed him behind his ear. he could live with that, yeah. it was normal. it was pretending.

until it started to change. suddenly. quickly.

he noticed her. the eyes, the shape of her face, the way her eyebrows moved when she laughed, and the look she gave him every single time she entered a room he was already in, and luke couldn't help but pay attention at her soft hair, how excited she became while looking at pretty flowers, and especially, how her fingers felt against his own scalp when they needed to do some pretending. she was an aphrodite kid after all. y/n was charming. y/n was lovely. y/n was his girlfriend, at least for a while.

and she couldn't help but notice him either. how his scar looked more bright when they. the subtle, yet attentive and gentle way he taught her how to hold a sword, how to train, how to fight. the infuriating way at how he held her chin up slightly, every single time, before sealing his lips against hers.

and for once, neither of them were pretending.

the bonfire started earlier that night, but the couple came to it late; y/n helped one of her sisters who was in a small crises, and her sweet caring boyfriend waited for her by the aphrodite cabin's door, holding her hand as soon as she got out, so they could sit together at one of the logs, full of campers, chartering, telling stories, and enjoying the peacefulness that the simple event emanate.

luke choose one of the back logs for a reason, it was darker, harder to anyone else to see them. even so, as soon as the boy started to leave little pecks at her jaw, he was able to hear some whistles and exclamations. teenagers were gonna be teenagers after all.

"alright," y/n sat upstraight, taking a deep breath before continuing. "you can't do that here."

"i'm just having fun!" the boy said with a mischievous grin. he knew way to well what he was doing. she hoped he would do it forever. the teasing, the almost getting caught made her heart sink every time. "you are my girlfriend after all."

"don't get ahead of yourself, hero." she muttered, grinning at him, before sealing lips with him again. "i still have to break your heart."

"are you sure about that?" he furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to be offended, but getting right back at his job pretty quickly. "i'll just enjoy it until the time comes then."

she laughed, taking her head back so he could have full access to her neck, delicately taking one of her hands to his scalp. and he noticed how much he loved that sound. so much in a way he wished he could bottle it up so he could taste it every time he felt miserable. that wasn't possible. but y/n promised that as long as they were together, he was allowed to make her laugh any time he wanted to, if if meant getting him happy.

that's why it hurt even more when he did what he did.

when he revealed himself to be the traitor.

"come with me."

"i'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" she cried out, feeling her heart beating faster than ever. "you're not thinking straight. you're not. you're not like this, i-" the words got caught up in her throat. y/n felt like she could pass out at any minute. "i know you luke." her voice was a mere pleading by then, hoping with all her soul he would hear. "you wouldn't do this to me."

"you mean a lot to me, daisy, but this is fucking different."

he was different, and she finally noticed. his eyes darker, his tone stern, and the way he held himself up, like he was prepared for a fight.

y/n would never fight him.

and he would never fight her, right?

and when luke turned his back against her, letting the aphrodite girl caught up with a sob, furrowing her eyebrows, feeling the tears already soaking up her eyes, y/n thought she understood.

maybe aphrodite didn't buy it. and even if she did, she knew it started out with a lie. y/n was playing house. thinking she could be smarter than her mom, she could prove it to everyone else how that curse was a lie, and that nothing would happen to the one that didn't completed it.

but it did happend.

no demigod could ever stand out a god. y/n was no exception.

and she finally understood that.

by the end of the day, y/n went back to her well known cabin, shamefully, missing her radiant aura and pretty smile, hiding a shattered heart in her pocket.

[abiatackerman]

Gabi: What was your favourite part of your body when you were the strongest?

Levi: My lips.

Gabi: AHH ok... And now?

Levi: My scar.

Falco: (confused) Why?

Levi: Because that's the part where Y/N kisses me the most.

Gabi and Falco: Ahhh how cute!

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[miss-tarja]

[There is no exact timeline, mind you hehe]

PRE-SOCCER FAMILY

Meeting for the first time

Meeting Again

Flirting

First Kiss

Boyfriend Makeover

First time with eachother (Mild +18)

Who Fell Harder

Meeting Miguel's Family

Miguel Meeting Wife!Reader's Family (Drama & Angst)

Break Up (Angst)

Makeup (Angst and Fluff)

The Making Of Gabriella (+18)

Pregnancy Cares with Miguel

Proposal

The Wedding

MAIN EVENTS AND BLURBS

HIGHLIGHTS

Miguel's Birthday

The Making Of Benjamin (+18)

Unlocking Memories

Young Spiders Meeting Miguel's Family

Spider Gang Babysitting Gabi and Benji

Uncle Gabriel Paying A Visit

Girl's Day with Gabriella

Nightmares

Baby Benjamin's First Words

Jealous Wife

Marital Fight

Makeup

Miguel Helping Gabi With School Project

Gabi's Toddler Days

Big Sister, Again

Angry Spanish Cursing with Miguel

Rosie's Birth

Miguel Comforting Mama

Baby Cares with Miguel and Rosie

Gabi's First Period

Benjamin's Pregnancy

Grandma's Visit

Meeting Mama's ex at Costco

Mama Pick up Lines

Welcome Back, Papa!

Introducing Gabriella to Soccer

Miguel's Pick up Lines

Gabriel and Miguel Fight

A series Of First With Gabriella

Conversations between Miguel and Mama

Papa, You're Getting Old

NSFW

Miguel Comforting Wife After A Bad Dream

Possessive Husband Miguel

Miguel Waking Up To A BJ

Needy Mama with a Gentle Dom! Miguel

Mama Pegging Miguel

The Making of Rosie

Miguel and Mama's favorite positions

Miguel Eating out Mama (with a lil twist)

For Science Purposes

GABRIELLA AND HER QUESTIONS

Big Boobs

A Sibling

Big Boobs (Miguel Version)

Milk Jugs

Is Mama ok?

DAILY LIFE BLURBS

Spicy food with Gabi

Gabi's Tamtrum

Mama Is Harassed By Another Man

Gabi comforting a Fussy Benjamin

Miguel Rizzing up Mama

Benji And His Baby Walker

Mama Teasing Miguel

A Little Time Lapse

Cleaning Sunday

Benji Getting A Tummy Ache

Bitter Coffee

Benjamin's "Messy Hair" (Angry Mama)

Sad Movie Night

Questions Related 2 3 4 5 6 7

Go Shave, Papa!

Nothing But Short Short Shirts

Benjamin Cutting His Own Hair

Soccer Family Into Tik Tok

Nude Portrait

Benji Being a Lil Ladies Man

Kiss Cam

Intruder

Sleepy Boys

Benjamin as a 12 year old boy

Baby Benjamin gets injured

Drunk Mama

You're adopted, Benji.

Getting Gabi to Sleep

El Ratón Perez

(Header made by me)

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: "Sweet Temptation"

Rating: Teen And Up

Warning: suggestive, hickeys, !protective pazzi,

Paring: Paige Bueckers x sorority reader x Azzi Fudd

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: partying with and without pazzi... hmm

Taglist: @starlighttsv @authentic-girl03 (happy late cake day 🎂)

The apartment smelled like caramel and vanilla. It always did when I was getting ready, thanks to my go-to lotion and perfume. Tonight was no different as I stood in front of my mirror, adding the final touches to my makeup. My sorority sisters had convinced me to go out, and I’d spent the last hour getting dolled up, much to the apparent displeasure of my girlfriends.

“You really have to go out tonight?” Paige’s voice floated in from the living room.

“Yes, I really do,” I called back, applying a glossy coat to my lips.

Azzi appeared in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the frame. Her gaze swept over me, lingering just a little too long on the curve of my waist and the hem of my dress. “You look good,” she said, almost begrudgingly.

“Thank you,” I replied, turning to face her. “Is that supposed to convince me to stay?”

Azzi smirked, taking a step closer. “Is it working?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Not even a little.”

Paige joined us a moment later, her eyes immediately locking onto mine. She didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, taking me in like I was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.

“You’re really gonna leave us for some sorority girls?” she finally asked, her tone teasing but her expression serious.

“You know I love you both, but I promised my sisters I’d go,” I said, stepping past them to grab my purse.

“Yeah, but they don’t love you like we do,” Azzi muttered, trailing after me.

Paige snickered, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me close. “Exactly. They don’t know how good you smell either.” She leaned in, her nose brushing against my neck as she inhaled deeply. “Vanilla and caramel. My favorite.”

“Stop trying to distract me,” I said, laughing as I pushed her away.

“But you’re so sweet,” Paige teased, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I’m serious, though. Why not stay in? We can make popcorn, watch a movie, and—”

“And do exactly what we did last night?” I cut her off, raising an eyebrow. “Tempting, but I need a night out.”

Azzi groaned, throwing her head back. “Fine, but don’t think we’re letting you leave without marking our territory first.”

Before I could protest, Paige tilted my chin up and kissed me, her lips warm and insistent against mine. I melted into her, momentarily forgetting about the world outside this apartment.

When she pulled away, Azzi took her turn, her hands settling on my hips as her lips found mine. She kissed me slow and deep, making it clear just how much she didn’t want me to go.

By the time they were done, I was breathless and a little dazed.

“Now you can go,” Paige said with a satisfied grin, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

I glanced in the mirror and gasped. “You gave me a hickey?!”

Azzi shrugged, smirking. “Maybe. Consider it a little reminder of who you’re coming home to.”

At the party, I danced with my sisters, our coordinated strolls and chants earning cheers from the crowd. I felt alive, surrounded by the energy and camaraderie of my sorority.

“Girl, what’s that on your neck?” one of my line sisters asked, pointing at the very obvious hickey I’d tried to cover with makeup.

I flushed, laughing awkwardly. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, giving me a knowing look. “Tell Paige and Azzi I said hi.”

A week later, the three of us went to another party, this time hosted by a fraternity. I was sipping on a drink and catching up with my sisters when a song came on that made us all rush to the dance floor. I lost myself in the music, laughing and spinning with my sisters as we did another stroll.

But then, as I moved to the beat, I felt someone behind me—a guy I didn’t recognize, his hands hovering too close for comfort. I froze, my smile disappearing as I tried to step away.

Before I could, Paige was there, her hand on my waist as she gently pulled me back. “Is there a problem here?” she asked, her tone cold.

Azzi was right behind her, her expression unreadable but her presence commanding. “I think you need to back off,” she said to the guy, her voice low and firm.

The guy held up his hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Good,” Paige said, her eyes narrowing. “Then you won’t mind walking away.”

He mumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue, disappearing into the crowd.

“You okay?” Paige asked, turning to me.

I nodded, my heart still racing. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Azzi cupped my face, her thumb brushing over my cheek. “You sure? We can leave if you want.”

“No, I’m fine,” I said, smiling softly. “You two are always so protective.”

“Because we care about you,” Paige said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

Azzi nodded. “And because no one gets to mess with our girl.”

I leaned into them, feeling safe and loved. “Y’all are lucky I love you so much.”

Paige grinned, kissing my temple. “We know.”

As the night went on, I stayed close to them, feeling grateful for their love and protection,and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[ficfaun]

Heya Faun! Can you write a hedonistic male fallen angel whose life's goal is to be as hedonistic as possible? He is very vain and filled with smarm but he has a soft spot for the woman (the reader) who tempted him into abandoning his ways as a servant of heaven.

Hell yeah! This was really fun and also probably the first thing I've ever finished since starting this blog 💀

Two of the paragraphs turned like dark gray as I edited on Tumblr so I hope it doesn't post messed up, also I hope you like it!

Caution! Contains : Blasphemy, Biting, Pinning, Edging, Dirty talk, Good 'Ol (Fallen) Angel Dick™, Momentary fluff at the end

"I gave up everything for you," your fallen angel growls into the shell of your ear as he pins you to the mattress. Despite the firm tone of his voice and being pinned face down on your shared bed, you had never felt a more tender hold on your hands as his, the backs of your hands feeling secure in his palms. "I tore myself from the heavens," he continues, practically ripping your panties off of you in his rush to expose your pussy.

"And I'd do it again," he runs his fingers through your folds, gathering a bit of your slick on them before beginning to rub tantalizingly soft circles around your clit. Just enough pressure to make you whimper for more, yet not enough to get you over the edge. Your fallen angel bf could play you like a damned instrument- and god, did he love to show you that he knew it, too. Especially as you began to try and grind against his fingers, searching for that sweet spot between "barely not enough" and "just right," but no matter how much you squirm beneath him, you couldn't escape his hand pinning you by the wrists.

He picks up his pace the tiniest bit as he leans down, inhaling at the nape of your neck as if your scent alone were enough to get him drunk. You feel his hardened length twitch against the side of your thigh as he begins a long, deliberate lick from the back of your shoulder to your neck, stopping just behind your ear where he finally exhales in a hot breath. The attacks to your senses are enough to make you shudder and clench your thighs tighter around his hand while your cunt throbs against him in turn. The sounds coming from your sopping warmth are increasingly obscene with each movement of his wrist. It isn't long before you're gasping and writhing, gripping your hands together as if in prayer.

Thankfully, he must be feeling particularly merciful tonight because after a moment of him admiring the view of you below him, he gives you what you want- what he knows you really want. What you both want, truly. He slips one of his fingers into your dripping sex, barely needing much time for you to adjust before adding a second. Still so torturously slow, eliciting a whine from you as you feel your walls twitching against his digits as he continues the pumping motion against that sweet spot that always has you becoming a mess beneath him- just like he likes. The view is enough to make him groan before he speaks again. "Yes, I'd certainly do it all once more... If only just to get a taste of your sweet cunt while you beg beneath me like the little god damned temptress you are."

"Please more- God, fuck-" the edge is so close you can practically taste it as he goes on, grazing deeper and harder in precise movements. "Just fuck me- please-" the pleading is in vain as he withdraws his fingers from you entirely, drawing a whine from you.

"Patience is a virtue..." You can tell from the sound of his voice that he's wearing that all-too-fucking-hot self assured grin of his that drives you crazy. He positions his other leg around you, keeping your legs closed between his while he slots his cock between your folds. "Though, being able to witness your beauty like this, to make you plead and beg..." Your fallen angel bites his lip and exhales breathily, grinding his dick between the soaked lips of your cunt, ensuring his length grazes your clit in just the right way. You can hear his many wings flutter as you desperately try to grind back against him, seeking the friction as much as he is, if not more.

"Who fucking needs virtues anymore?" He hisses in your ear as he buries his cock inside of you with a hushed curse and satisfied groan. The question must have been rhetorical, as he bottoms out in that first thrust of his hips, hitting spots that make you cry out in pleasure.

He stayed like that for a moment, whether to allow yourself to adjust to his size or to allow himself to adjust to how deliciously tight your walls gripped his length would be anyone's guess, especially with how you could feel him throbbing so hard inside you. This was always your favorite part- when he would stop teasing and finally join you in your pleasure, in the pleasure he gave you every time without fail. You could recall the expression his monstrously angelic features made every time in your mind that you could practically envision it on his face behind you now as he dragged his hand to grip the soft pliant flesh of your hip.

After giving your hip a little squeeze, he lightly trailed a finger up your side, sandwiching his hand between your squishy form and the mattress to grope at your tit and circle over your nipple before freeing his hand and planting it firmly above you. He leans in and kisses your cheek gently, trailing small kisses down your cheek to the lobe of your ear and down your neck as he begins a measured pace with his hips, pausing his sweet kisses just above the crook of your neck where it meets your shoulder. The instant his sharp teeth meet that tender spot as you hiss in delighted pain, the momentum of his thrusts increase.

Once again you're reminded that you're his instrument, that he knows how to play you, how to create a melody through your moans, your whimpers, your sputtered pleas. You're not performing alone, though, because just as he plays you, the sounds you draw from him are just as erotically melodic, downright sinful. The two of you love to hear it, to hear yourselves together in the throes of lust and passion, your duet only serving to heighten one another's sensations and overwhelming bliss. He fucks into that same sweet spot with fervor, determined to push you over the edge as you so desire.

"Cum," he pleads breathily into your ear, "grace me- fffucking- grace me with the feeling of your sinfully perfect pussy- ngh- clenching around me" he urges you and you listen, finally bounding past the edge that he kept teasing you to. With each wave causing you to tighten around his cock you can feel more and ore blinding ecstasy as he fucks you through it, his own orgasm not far behind. Each spurt of cum within you only serves to drag out your euphoria, leaving you a whimpering, overstimulated mess by the end.

Given a few moments to catch your breath, he pulls out and flips you onto your back in order to drink in your beautifully fucked out expression. The sight sends a pleasant chill up his spine as he coos and trills quietly above you in praise. It isn't long before he's pressing his still-hard length against you once more.

"You humans say that he made you in his image," he scoffs to himself as he goes on, "but you weren't- only you." He begins to move his hips, using the mixture of your combined releases as lube for him to grind against you. "His image wasn't nearly so awestriking, so movingly beautiful, so perfect." Each point is emphasized by a drawn out movement of his hips, "He exceeded his own image with you. When he made you just for me."

It was no secret that he was pushed from the heavens to find you. Before you, when he was simply an angel, he had been so judgemental of humans to the point of distaste. He couldn't understand why so many humans fell victim to sins, thought it ridiculous and pathetic. That's when God decided to cast him from heaven, to force him to fall in order to find you and indulge in those very temptations, to see how easy it was to fall victim to them no matter your station or mortality.

Once he found you, he was certainly a fallen angel in more than one way.

"You're so perfect," He whispers as a grin spreads across his face. "Now... Are you ready to go again?"

[gltzpzy]

wholesome mig and gabi pillow fight for the soul ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ

[dedeinthewild]

Please please please write a story with pepe marti and Christian mansells sister!!

does it make sense? no, did I want to write a different story? yes (and maybe I'll do a second version just to-)

anywayss, let me know ;)

pepe martí x reader, brother's bestfriend

~ "wait, did you say maybe?"

summary : Pepe, Christian, and the girl wrapped up the season with fun airport moments. Between coffee runs and playful teasing, the trio shared laughs and light-hearted banter. Pepe’s mischievous side was in full swing, and Christian’s protective big-brother instincts kept the mood as lively as ever.

A special trio, made up of two drivers and their unusual companion: the Australian’s sister, who was also a double for the Spaniard.

The end of the 2024 season had finally arrived, bringing with it the last surprises Qatar had to offer, along with the faint melancholy of goodbyes already looming. This would be their last trip together for a while, before Christian and the other Mansell spent Christmas at home with the family they hadn’t seen much of lately, and Pepe returned to Spain.

“Thank you lots,” the girl said, taking three cups from the server with a quick smile before heading toward the seats in the airport lounge.

“One without sugar, a decaf, and a ginseng for me,” she distributed the drinks among the two boys seated across from her.

Pepe leaned back in his chair, headphones around his neck, wearing a sweater and flashing that familiar smile at her.

“What if I wanted a cinnamon latte?” he teased.

“Then you should have gone to get it yourself,” she replied, sitting down next to him and taking a sip of her drink.

“Mmm, I miss sweet and nerdy you,” the Spaniard whispered with a playful look.

“Just give me time to wake up,” the Australian chuckled, stretching her shoulders in one of her brother’s hoodies.

That morning, Christian had outdone himself, barging into her room and dragging her out of bed with such energy that she half-wondered if he’d resorted to stimulants.

“She’s tired, mate, you’re a terrible person,” the Campos driver said, propping his elbows on his knees and addressing the Trident redhead.

“She deserves it,” the other replied, making them both laugh.

The three enjoyed their coffee as they waited for their flight’s gate to be announced, while Pepe and the girl chatted about things Christian would never understand, passing the time as they always did—laughing, sharing opinions, and talking about the latest movie they’d watched.

“I’ll stop by the bathroom for a second,” said the Mansell girl, standing up and adjusting her hoodie.

“I’ll walk you,” Pepe offered, taking the opportunity to accompany her and stop by himself before boarding.

“Why am I not surprised?”

The two shook their heads, heading straight across the enormous airport hall, getting momentarily distracted by the duty-free displays. Gaby would meet them in the UAE, and Christian would finally stop playing the jealous older brother, torn between liking the fact that his sister had befriended a driver or hating it.

On the way, the Spaniard placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders, steering her toward one of the airport’s massive bookstores with a playful smile and a desire to buy her something.

“Christian will kill us,” she said, scanning the colorful covers and limited editions on the shelves.

“I know,” Pepe laughed, fully aware that the Australian liked to board as early as possible to avoid the final crowd and would lose it if they delayed.

The Campos driver loved spending time with her; they were more alike than similar, their differences limited to his extroversion versus her tendency to open up gradually. But once she did, stopping her was nearly impossible.

“You’ll be my ruin,” she said while standing in line to pay, holding a book she’d picked for herself and another she’d decided to gift him.

“Why do you have to be so dramatic?” he laughed, towering over her by a full head.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s the lack of sleep,” she joked, stepping up to the register with her phone ready to pay, knowing Pepe would try to pull out his wallet and beat her to it.

“That’s not what I wanted to happen,” the Spaniard lamented as they left the store, his face lit by an enormous, joyful grin he couldn’t hide.

“You should know me by now.”

Back with Christian, they endured his lecture as they lugged their massive suitcases up and down the airport in search of their gate.

“The two of you should not be left alone,” the Trident driver muttered as he walked briskly ahead, flashing his passport and boarding pass.

“I hate him when he does that,” Pepe whispered in the girl’s ear, leaning down slightly.

“Oh, don’t tell me,” she replied.

They boarded the plane in line, found their seats while Pepe stowed their luggage, and debated where to sit.

“Is that Isack?” the girl asked, spotting the Spaniard’s teammate a few rows away. When the Campos driver nodded, she raised a hand to wave, only for Isack and the team members traveling with him to burst into song.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!”

“It’s not—” she tried to interject.

“Happy birthday dear ___! Happy birthday to you!”

The nearby passengers joined in, leaving her blushing as nearly twenty people sang to her. She instinctively turned to the Spaniard, who was on the verge of tears from laughing, a mischievous grin on his face.

“It’s not my—” she attempted again, but Isack had already stood up, shaking her hand and pulling her into a half-hug.

When she finally sat between her brother and Pepe, all she wanted was to sink into the seat and never emerge.

“What the hell was that?”

“Maybe, just maybe, I made a bet with Ollie Bearman,” Pepe confessed, covering his mouth with one of his large hands to muffle his laughter.

“He’s going to owe me now,” she said, as if it were some tragic fate.

“Juicy news,” Pepe teased, raising an eyebrow. “Have you heard about this, Christian?”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t.”

“Would you have any objections if I took ___ out?” the Spaniard asked suddenly, clearly joking with Christian, though there might have been some truth to the question.

“As in a date?”

“Maybe.”

“No,” Christian said immediately, only to catch the tone in Pepe’s voice after a moment’s pause. “Wait, did you say maybe?”

“No,” the Spaniard replied, shrugging and leaning back in his seat with his phone in hand.

The girl, caught in neutral territory in the middle, tried to ignore the subtle teasing while sitting comfortably with her feet propped on her backpack, her hair tied in a braid.

“Why would you ask him that?” she whispered once Christian had put on his headphones.

“I can’t keep making up excuses to spend time alone with you.”

“Christian loves you, you ungrateful jerk,” she joked.

“But not like you do,” he countered, eyebrows raised and those irresistible eyes turning the line between friendship and love into something far too easy to cross.

“That’s not going to work on me.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Stop betting, please.”

-not proofread or anything, I'm in my "god, did you really write this crap?" era so... I just hope you enjoy it🍀

alsooo, if you want and you often send me requests you could sign off with an emoji just so I know what you like and things

it would be such a cute thing!

[politemenacephd]

A Winter Stroll

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (ft. baby Gabriella)

Short AU where you and Miguel take your baby Gabi for a stroll in the park while its cold. Pure romantic fluff.

Word count: 1992

‘Hey, are you sure she’s covered?’

You glanced up and watched your breath turn to smoke in the air, its haze obscuring the face now glancing down at you from above. You watched it dissipate.

Miguel was staring down at you, his gloved hands manically rubbing against each other as he tried to warm them up.

‘Hmm? You mean Gabi?’

You turned from your beloved partner to what you'd been pushing; a clean, padded purple stroller that you’d only just bought, currently carrying the most precious cargo in the world to you both.

Little Gabi peeked out from beneath her coverings, her big brown eyes blinking against the cold. You instinctively bent down to check on her.

‘Hey, baby girl. You okay?’

You’d decided to take a small break and go on a walk in the local park, just something to get Miguel out and about. He was usually so restless but since Gabi was born he’d been nearly bed bound, utterly fixed to her side. His favourite thing was to spoon you beneath the sheets in your shared bed while facing Gabi’s crib, watching the mobile spin as she gurgled and cooed, holding you all in his grip and never letting go. If he had the chance he’d do that until the end of time.

But you insisted he at least get some movement into his day, and so he’d agreed to this short stroll, not realizing just how chilly it still was.

It was the kind of cold you could smell. When you breathed in through the nose it stung just a little, and all you could really scent was the ice on the grass.

Because of this the park was almost empty, spare for one woman and her dog in the distance, and the trees were bare and dark. The sky was empty and blue, like a still ocean in a timeless void. The world had been coated in a kind of dull, muted sheen, a dreamlike dullness.

Everything was still, quiet, sleeping. The grass crunched underfoot, and your shoes made little echoing clacks on the hard pavement when you walked across it. There was no sound but the single chirping of a robin somewhere nearby.

It was serene, to you, but to Miguel it was a little bit terrifying.

‘Gabi’s fine’ you insisted, gently reaching down to show her. She was utterly bundled in blankets and was wearing her oversized little parka onesie in his favourite shade of purple, and the only thing you could see was her little nose and her big eyes. She was blinking slowly, too young to really see but too curious to sleep.

Miguel curled his lip, his brows knotting against his will. ‘Mm- let me, just, check her again, please? Mi tesoro?’

‘Oh Miggy, you—okay, okay. You check her all you want.’

You graciously stepped aside for him to bend over, and he did, though not before giving your cold nose a quick kiss. You giggled at his insistence.

The moment he got close to Gabi his face lit up. Those old, worn, tired lines seemed to melt away in her presence. He looked so much younger.

With her father now in her line of sight Gabi’s eyes suddenly locked on. She focused in on his face and warbled softly.

‘Hola, mi amor’ he whispered. Gabi garbled a little louder in response.

When he smiled his breath condensed around his bared fangs, a soft white mist that highlighted the pearly sheen of his teeth. You saw the little wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled, the sign of a man who was gleefully exhausted.

‘Ah, mi bebita. ¿Tienes frío?’

Gabi gurgled beneath her pile of blankets. She managed to get one tiny fist free but Miguel immediately tucked it back in, though he did pause to admire how small it looked in his own enormous hand. Her little fist barely covered his thumb.

‘Sweetheart, she can’t talk yet’ you gently reminded him. You bent until you were at the same height, gently easing him away from the object of his obsession. His eyes were wide beneath the stray locks of his hair, big and soft and red.

‘I- I know, that, but—’

‘Mhm. You always say you know, and yet, you just keep doing it.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, and despite his awkwardness he smiled back.

‘I just want to be sure she’s okay’ he whispered. With your smile still straining your cheeks you gently bumped your temple against his.

‘I know. But you know I want that too, right?’

‘Of course, mi tesoro! I wasn’t suggesting otherwise.’

‘Mhm. I know, but, consider, that constantly asking if she’s warm enough, it—’

You held out your hand to prompt him, and he begrudgingly shrugged. ‘It- sounds like I don’t trust you to do a good enough job.’

‘There you go. You know you’re very smart, you should be a scientist maybe. Have you thought about that?’

‘Aha, funny. Diablilla.’

You giggled as he gently clacked his fangs on your cheek.

‘You wanna keep going? We can turn back if you really want, in all honesty I don’t want to freak you out’ you said.

Miguel shook his head. ‘No, no, you’re right. She’s fine. You know best, as always.’

‘Oh my god- you big suck up’ you teasingly chided.

‘Mhm. Happily. The most beautiful creature in the world’ he said, his finger lightly brushing your cheek. You snorted in reply.

‘I don’t know about that. My- nose is running into my scarf, and my hair—’

Your list of complaints was stifled as Miguel put a single finger to your lips, smooshing them shut. With his gaze fixed on your's he then gently pulled up his sleeve and wiped your nose clean.

‘Beautiful’ he repeated, without a shadow of doubt or hesitation.

Despite the cold, you felt your body burning up.

‘Alright, you—come on, let’s go’ you said, trying to cover how coy you’d suddenly gotten. Miguel hid his smug smile at having very much already noticed it.

With his fears now quelled you both pulled back and continued walking, with your hands on the stroller and Miguel’s arm around your waist. He squeezed you tight to his side. Your head was squished against his pec beneath his jacket, and the woven material was soft against your cold skin. You relished the feeling.

‘Do you think it’s likely to snow soon?’ Miguel asked as you rounded the corner to the pond. You noticed that a light sheen of ice was covering the water.

‘Mm- if I had to give an educated guess… Probably?’ You hunched both shoulders as you weight the option with both hands.

‘Mm. I can’t wait till she’s older. It’ll be so nice to take her out when she can enjoy the snow’ Miguel said with a dreamy sigh.

‘Oh my god- I’m sorry, did you just said you can’t wait till she’s older?’

Your scoffing drew Miguel’s eyes back to you. He looked surprised. ‘Hm? Yes. Why, is that, strange?’ he asked.

‘For you? The man who almost cried when she didn’t fit into her very first onesie, the one she was put into when she was born? Yeah, it’s strange.’

‘Hey, don’t be mean. That’s different’ he insisted.

‘No, no it's not. You’re going to lament her getting older at every turn.’

‘Well- that's natural, isn't it? She’s just so- small’ he objected, trying his best to seem stoic while clearly whining. You felt his claws coming out as he squeezed you a little closer. ‘She’s my baby.'

‘And she’ll be your baby whether she’s one month old, or one year old, or thirty years old, or- god, eighty years old, you big soppy idiot’ you lightly teased, raising one hand to grab his thickset jaw. You squished his cheeks with your thumb and fingers and shook him until he chuckled.

‘Okay. Okay. Point taken. But I mean it, it’ll be nice to see if she enjoys the snow’ Miguel said.’

‘Oh it’ll be great. I bet she’ll be a real wild card, I think she’ll like snowball fights. She’ll beat our asses some day.’

‘You think so?’

‘Oh I KNOW so, she’s her father’s daughter. A menace.’

‘Menace? No, not my bebita, she’s itty bitty’ Miguel insisted. You just kept giggling.

‘Mm, no, nope, no, menace. Little menace.’

You bent and gently waved your fingers on Gabi’s cheeks as she cooed, a sound that never failed to melt your heart.

‘Menace’ you repeated affectionately. ‘Our little menace.’

For a little while longer you enjoyed the cold in peace and quiet. You were comfortable being quiet with Mig, or by letting your actions speak for you. Every little bump of your head into his bicep, every squeeze of his hand, each time he silently checked if your nose was close and subsequently kissed it. That was all enough.

But as you rounded towards the end of your walk, that silence ended.

‘Hey, I uh—’

Miguel coughed to catch your attention, drawing you to look at him again. He was avoiding your gaze now, which you found a little odd, with his free hand gently rubbing his jaw.

‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, beautiful man. You go right ahead.’

You returned to watching the pathway ahead as you waited for Miguel to speak. He coughed a second time to pluck up his courage, a sight that was strange for such an imposing man.

‘Ah- can—can we have another one?’ he whispered.

You almost tripped over your own feet in shock.

‘Ah, shit— sweetheart, are you okay?!’ Miguel moved fast to stabilize you that his claws expanded. You shot him an incredulous look.

‘Mig- Miguel, she is three months old!’ you hissed. ‘What do you mean another one?!’

‘I just meant, you’re- you make such beautiful babies’ he whispered, his voice as low as possible while remaining just as intense as if he’d shouted. You felt your whole body tingle at the unexpected softness.

‘And Gabi looks so lonely, you know, she—’ Miguel was stumbling on his words as you put your hands to your hips. ‘You just- beautiful babies, really, just the most- beautiful. She's so perfect. And she looks lonely.’

‘My god, what a compelling argument’ you said drolly, though you could feel yourself already smiling. ‘I don’t know though, it’s been a while. You might be out of practise for making more.’

You savoured the little spark in his eyes, the gleam of red that brightened his gaze. It was an intrinsic curiosity, a deep-rooted hunger for one specific thing.

‘Mhm. Mhm. Well- I’d, have to prove you otherwise then, wouldn’t I?’ he whispered back. You hated how quickly you melted at his husky voice.

‘You would’ you said, leaning in closer. You held him there, with those narrowed eyes and that eager smile, before bringing him down with a gently clap to the chest. ‘You would, if we didn’t have a literal newborn.’

‘Oh, mi tesoro—’

‘Come on dummy, let’s get home’ you said, your voice firm even though you were still smiling. ‘If she falls asleep when we get in, I might be able to make time for a quick shower. You know, to get warm again.’

The way Miguel arched his neck the moment you said ‘shower’ never failed to amuse you. He certainly looked extra large beneath all that padded clothing.

‘Mm… Okay. Deal.’

To your surprise, Miguel then quickly swooped the stroller out of your hands and began pushing Gabi home, all while cooing at her over the rim.

‘Shh, you’re feeling sleepy, aren’t you bebita? ¿Estás cansada? ¿Si?’

As Miguel resorted to singing lullabies you were forced to jog slightly to catch up with him, your panted breath billowing clouds of smoke around your flustered face.

Sadly, while Miguel did get that shower, you were both too cold to indulge in anything but huddling together like sad penguins, and jealously hogging the water as much as you could.

[mikyapixie]

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