#gabriel one shot

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Clothes - [ Gabriel ]

Prompt: How he’d react to you wearing his clothes requested

Word Count: 1155

Warnings: female!reader, fluff, suggestive tones

A/N: the prompt was meant to be a headcanon but i decided to make it a little fic instead

Masterlist | Gabriel Masterlist

You were always cold in the mornings. No matter how warm the room you were in was or who was sleeping next to you, you couldn’t help but feel a chill. It’s what made getting out of bed that much harder for you most days.

And today was no different as when you woke, your eyes fluttering sleepily open at the sound of rowdy neighbours in the motel room beside yours, you were quick to feel the cold seep into your body. Right down to your bones in a way that had you shaking almost immediately and it was as though someone had you on vibrate.

Normally you’d just pull the covers back up and nestle into the bed until you felt a smidge of warmth beneath your skin. But this morning you really, really needed to pee, therefore you couldn’t wait any longer otherwise you’d burst. So you were left with no other choice but to suck it up, and face the cold of the room.

Before you did that though, you glanced to your side, the early morning sun that crept through the thin curtains casting perfectly over Gabriel’s sleeping face, making you smile softly as you still couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that you were dating an archangel.

If someone had told you back when you first met him, when he was making people believe they were being abducted by aliens and having alligators roam about the sewers, that you’d be here with him now you’d have laughed in their face.

Yet here you were, nestled beside one of God’s first born angels in bed after a night of… Fun. And honestly? If you could go back and do it all over again, you wouldn’t change a thing as there wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be than right here next to him.

Well actually, there was one place you’d rather be right now and that was the bathroom. You may have stared dreamily towards Gabriel a little too long and now you were on the verge of being unable to control your bladder anymore. You swung your legs out of bed, wincing at the sudden coldness that cascaded over you, erupting your skin in fierce goosebumps that could be seen from a mile away, they were that prominent.

Your feet hit the linoleum floor with a soft thud, sending a chill straight up your legs as they carried you around the bed. You grabbed the first article of clothing you could find on your way across the room, of which most of your clothes had been scattered about last night in yours and Gabriel’s vigorous attempts at speeding things along as it had been a while since you last saw each other.

It didn’t click in your head that you’d picked up Gabriel’s shirt. The dark red button down that the angel favoured so much, which was evident by how often he wore that same outfit as he never had any reason to change. He didn’t sweat, not like humans did. He was able to clean them up with a click of his fingers should they get bloody or dirty, therefore he could wear the same clothes for a lifetime and never once need to change them.

And you were totally not jealous of that at all. (You were.)

But anyway, you didn’t seem to realise that you were wearing it, not until you left the bathroom, feeling much better, and spotted him sitting upright against the headboard, his arms folded over his chest and a rather cheeky grin on his face.

“Look at you…” Gabriel exhaled, trailing his eyes up and down the length of your body, drinking in the sight of you hidden away beneath his shirt. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were purposely trying to turn me on.”

“What are you talking about?” You chuckled, hurrying towards the bed again as even though your top half was covered, your legs were still bare and you always did get incredibly cold feet.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Gabriel pointed out, watching with amusement as you slowed down on your travels across the room and glanced down at yourself.

He could see that smile itching to rise on your slowly blushing face. The way your hand landed on your stomach telling him it was fluttering beneath the fabric of his shirt and it was only then you both came to realise that even after the years you’d been seeing each other, you’d never once worn an article of his clothing.

“I was cold.” You said shyly, dipping your face to hide it from him.

You didn’t know why it felt so… embarrassing to be caught wearing his shirt given the things you both did together, but perhaps it was because it was seen as a more romantic thing than inherently sexual is what made you a tiny bit nervous as to his reaction.

“There’s no need to be shy, hotstuff.” Gabriel said playfully, cocking his head a little to motion for you to come towards him. “Not when you look far better wearing it than I ever could.”

He held out his hand the closer you got to him, pulling you onto his lap the second your fingers brushed and the moment you landed on him he could feel the goosebumps on your legs as they straddled him. His hands were quick to delve beneath the material, holding you close to him and allowing his own body heat to help warm you as he kissed you.

“Mhm, you like seeing me in your clothes, don’t you?” You teased, your shyness gone instantly as your arms slinked around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. “In nothing but your clothes.”

“You’re damn right I do, baby.” Gabriel whispered, the hotness of his breath puffing out over your lips before he took them in his again, kissing you with enough heat that it was like your entire body went up in flames. “It’s almost better than seeing you without any clothes at all.”

He kissed you once again, his hand trailing its way up your back, his fingers ghosting over the bumps of your spine in a way that had you shiver beneath his touch. Your own hand slipped from his hair, dropping between your bodies as you slowly began to pop open each button, something Gabriel was well aware of given how his lips rose beneath yours as he couldn’t help but smile.

It’s safe to say that what happened after that final button popped open, the way your bodies pressed tightly together; each brush of his lips and graze of his hands over every inch of your skin, was enough to make you forget all about the cold. And enough to make you want to wear his clothes forever as after that, you were pretty sure you’d never feel anything but hot ever again.

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BORTOLETO-HAMILTON

Lewis Hamilton X Bortoleto!fem!reader

Summary: With her younger brother and husband racing together in Formula 1, Y/n's nerves are doubled when they're both on the track.

Words: 8K+

Warnings: Mentions of many Brazilian things, Lewis in the Ferrari, cigarettes, drinks, partying and Brazilian music, maybe some swearing and suggestive lines between Y/n and Lewis.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies if there are any spelling or typing errors. Well, I'm addicted to Lewis and as a Brazilian I'm loving watching Bortoleto. I had to put these two together.🇧🇷❤️ I will mention Brazilian songs, but I will put them at the end of the story!!

MASTERLIST

Y/n Bortoleto didn't remember exactly when her life ended up TOTALLY on the grid, tracks, races and podiums. Being a sports agent, older sister of the most promising rookie in the category Gabriel Bortoleto and wife of Lewis Hamilton, she definitely had no escape. Y/n's world was taken over by Formula 1. She was in the eye of the storm.

Y/n and Lewis met years ago at a charity gala for young motorsport talent. Lewis was already a multiple champion and charismatic spokesperson for the sport, while Yin was just starting his career at the athlete agency. The conversation between the two began simply, about strategy, sponsorships and, inevitably, Ayrton Senna. "If you don't have Senna as a role model, then you're in the wrong sport" he joked that night.

The conversation turned into laughter and, at the end of the night, an exchanged business card and the promise of a coffee that, eventually, never happened.

At least not right away.

A year later, chance brought them together again. Y/n was hired to take on a project at the agency as a representative for a renowned athlete. When she opened the folder, there he was: Lewis Hamilton. "So, are we finally going to have that coffee?" he teased, and the rest was history. Now married for a few years, they formed one of the most iconic couples in the world of Formula 1: a brilliant sports agent and the greatest driver of his generation.

During this time, Gabriel Bortoleto, the woman's younger brother, was making his mark on the go-karts and Formula 3...2 tracks. When Gabriel was still a child, the eldest would take him to the go-kart tracks, racing to get the best seats in the stands and cheering him on every lap. She could see his talent manifest itself from the first moment he put his hands on the steering wheel.

She was always with the boy, acting as his manager, sister, best friend and representative at the time, when they both grew together in their respective careers.

Inspired by his idol Ayrton Senna and his brother-in-law Lewis Hamilton, the 20-year-old Brazilian finally reached F1.

Y/n couldn't be more fulfilled with her two boys and her career.

Lewis and Gabriel.

Hamilton had known the youngest Bortoleto since the boy was 12 years old. When he and Y/n started dating. They had an incredible connection, a friendship that went from family Sundays to the GPs they had raced together. Lewis always. teaching and learning from the youngest.

And in the first GP of the season that Lewis got on the podium, he couldn't help but raise the Brazilian flag high, next to his home country. The Brazilian flag was a tribute to his wife and brother-in-law who was new to the category.

This weekend would be the first GP in Interlagos that Gabriel Bortoleto would participate in Formula 1. Fans, family and friends could not be more excited. With the euphoria of being able to see a Brazilian on the podium, after years without seeing Brazil in Formula 1.

Lewis and his wife had gotten off the plane a few minutes earlier. With their disguises, no one seemed to recognize the couple as they walked to the parking lot so they could pick up their rental car.

Hamilton adjusted his cap as he whispered something in his wife's ear. She laughed as she had Roscoe tied to the leash she was leading.

"Hey, is anyone here faking it or is too tired to walk!" She said, and Hamilton looks at the dog next to her.

"Pretending, definitely," Lewis replied, chuckling softly. "He knows if he makes a fuss, I'll carry him in my arms."

"That's your problem, love," Y/n scoffed. "You're the one who spoiled him like that."

Lewis paused for a second, feigning indignation.

"Are you suggesting that I'm the problem? Because honestly, Roscoe is the perfect son."

"Perfect son who snores and drools on your shirt," she replied, smiling.

Lewis chuckles, pulling her closer to his side.

Walking to the parking lot, to be able to pick up the car they had rented to spend the days in Brazil, they saw a journalist outside, who probably knew what time the couple would arrive in the country.

But the good thing is that he was alone. There was no one else in the parking lot other than people who probably didn't know the couple.

The young journalist approaches. "Hello, Lewis Hamilton and Y/n Bortoleto Hamilton? Do you have a minute?" He asks, a little shyly.

Y/n and Lewis looked at each other smiling. The young journalist was probably still in college and was nervous.

"Yes. Ourselves," Lewis says, as he stops to give the young man his attention.

"Sure, no problem"

"I promise not to be too intrusive. Just a few questions," he says, and points his phone's microphone in front of the couple. "How do you feel about this weekend's GP?"

Lewis smiles. "Honestly. I feel confident, Brazil has always been a country that I feel at home in. So, I'm definitely in a good place. It's like racing in England." Hamilton smiles.

Meanwhile, Y/n watched Roscoe lay on the parking lot floor.

"What about you, Y/n? How do you feel about seeing your little brother running around the house?"

"It's exciting in a way I can't even describe." Y/n smiled, taking off her sunglasses. "Seeing Gabriel race in Brazil, in Interlagos, where he grew up watching Senna and Lewis... It's surreal. He's worked his whole life for this moment, and I couldn't be more proud. Not only as a sister, but as a former agent and number one fan."

"And you, Hamilton? How do you feel about your wife's brother being on your tail in every race? Is there a rivalry between the two of you?"

"Definitely not! I've known Gab since I started dating Y/n. I can say that I've seen the younger one grow, as a person and professionally," he smiles. "So no, there's no rivalry or anything like that when we're at the races. It's like when he stands on the podium, the victory is for both of us. I've seen how hard he's worked to get here. And I know he feels the same way about me." Lewis smiles politely, while his hand is clasped in his wife's.

"Okay. Now one last question. You might be tired from the flight." The young journalist says, and turns a page of his small notebook. "Y/n! There are some rumors going around the internet. And we want to know, when are the mini Hamilton-Bortoleto coming?" He asks smiling.

Y'n laughs, lowering her head and Lewis squeezes her hand, smiling too.

"I think next week. Our little cat Poppe is pregnant at home. There should be at least 7 mini Poppe Hamilton-Bortoletos!" She jokes, not really wanting to talk about babies in front of the cameras.

Lewis laughs at his wife's comment and the journalist smiles sympathetically.

"Okay. We'll never get that answer, until there's finally a baby here"

"Sure thing" Hamilton says smiling.

"Thank you very much for the interview. And good luck racing.

Lewis and Yin thank the young man and say goodbye, heading to the car that the woman managed to rent before arriving in Brazil.

"I found him to be friendly and respectful with questions," Lewis praises the young man.

"Yes. Sweet boy," she said, as she tried to get Roscoe to walk. "Come on son, the car is right there!!"

Roscoe let out a short bark, turned sideways, and collapsed to the ground as if all his energy had gone.

"All this drama, Roscoe?" Lewis asked, laughing, as he bent down and picked the dog up in his arms.

Y/n puts her hands on her hips, indignant at the upbringing Lewis was giving her four-legged son.

"Hey, that way you don't let him be independent!!" Y/n jokes, walking a little behind Lewis, who had Roscoe in his arms. "And when he's a baby?"

"I'll be the same. I'll carry it in my arms until I'm 20," Lewis says, unlocking the car with the key.

"You're impossible," Y/n chuckles, walking to the passenger door as Lewis clips Roscoe's leash to the backseat.

Lewis chuckled, settling into the driver's seat. "And that's why you love me."

The drive to the condominium where Y/n's parents lived was peaceful. Lewis drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his wife's leg. Roscoe, more energetic after his nap at the airport, watched out the window, attentive to the new smells and movements of Brazil.

"What do you think about stopping by the bakery near your parents' house?" Lewis asked, quickly looking away at Y/n.

She smiled, remembering the fresh cheese bread her mother always praised from that place. "I was waiting for you to suggest that. You're already more Brazilian than most Brazilians."

As soon as they arrived at the condominium entrance, the doorman allowed the couple to pass, where Lewis drove to the end, where the Bortoleto house was. A large house to fit the whole family, with a deck that gave a view of the lake behind the house.

The front gate was the same as always, painted dark gray with slight signs of age. The garden was impeccable, with colorful flowers. Certainly Clara's idea, Y/n and Gabriel's mother. Y/n felt her heart warm that house had always been the perfect refuge, no matter how many years had passed.

When they parked in front of the house, Y/n and Lewis could see that they were already waiting for the couple, with a warm smile on their faces. Hamilton turned off the car and took Roscoe out of the back seat. While Y/n ran out to hug her parents.

She was 30 years old, but with her parents there, in front of her waiting for her to get home, it was as if she were back when she was 15.

"They're finally here!!" Y/n's mother, Clara, says, with her daughter in her arms, "I missed you guys so much!

"Sorry I'm late," Lewis said, setting Roscoe down. "Roscoe decided to be dramatic at the airport.

"Worse than a spoiled child" Y/n says, hugging her father.

Lewis walks up the front steps to greet his in-laws. Meanwhile, Roscoe runs excitedly across the front lawn.

"I think he was saving it for the barbecue later." Lewis hugs Y/n's mother.

They laugh.

Y/n's father, Mr. Lincoln, approached with that calm air of a patriarch. "Lewis! Welcome back, son," he said, giving his son-in-law a firm handshake and a pat on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Mr. Lincoln. You can be sure I missed it here!"

Y/n's father smiles: "Great! Gab and I prepared a great picanha for the barbecue."

"Lew and I brought cheese bread from the bakery nearby. For afternoon coffee, Y/n runs to the car and grabs the things they bought and gives them to her mother.

"Then we'll have cheese bread for the whole weekend," Clara says. "Your father came by earlier to buy some for Lewis."

Y/n coos looking at her father.

"Look how cute you are! Spoiling your son-in-law more than me and Gab" Y/n nudges her father's shoulder and he rolls his eyes.

Lewis smiles.

"Let's go inside! We were there on the deck before you arrived" Clara opens the large front door of the house.

Y/n calls Roscoe to come inside, but he was so excited running around the house without a leash that he didn't even hear his owners calling.

"ROSCOE!! COME ON MAN!" Lewis yells, nothing from him came. He just ran.

"This dog has more energy than Lewis in GP" Y/n comments and smiles.

Lewis laughs amusedly

"That's because he doesn't even need training. Roscoe just needs love and cookies." Clara says, making her son-in-law smile.

After much struggle, Roscoe comes to Lewis and enters the house. Exploring everything inside.

As they walked to the porch, Y/n looked at Lewis and for a moment felt a surge of gratitude. It felt good to be back, surrounded by family, with the man she had chosen by her side. Everything felt exactly as it should be.

"So, how was the trip? Was the flight very crowded?" Y/n's mother asked as she walked through the room,

Lewis was watching Roscoe walk around the house, while he had one hand holding his wife's shoulder.

"It went well, we had no turbulence. Lewis slept the whole flight"

"Hey!!" He turns his head towards her and smiles. "You don't have to expose me like that."

They laugh.

Once settled on the deck, Clara brought a tray with coffee, juices and some snacks. Roscoe was sitting on the porch rug, watching the birds flying through the trees around him.

"Roscoe already jumps on one!" Lewis speaks, referring to the birds.

Y/n laughs and sits down on a chair, petting the dog.

"Where's Gab-?"

Before he could finish, his brother's voice echoed down the stairs of the house, followed by the hurried sound of his footsteps. He appeared in the doorway, an amused smile on his face.

"Finally! I thought you guys had given up on coming,"

They turn and see Gabriel standing at the large door that led to the deck. Y/n smiles and stands up to hug him.

"Give up on beating you in the GP on Sunday? No way!!" Lewis greeted his brother-in-law with a brief hug and a touch of complicity. "How are you?"

"Keep dreaming, Hamilton. I'm going to leave you behind here in Brazil." Gabriel laughs. "I'm fine!"

Lewis responds in Portuguese: "Vou deixar você para trása!"

Y/n lets out a loud laugh, before correcting her husband's Portuguese, "Dear, it's: Para trás ,"

"Hey, poor thing. Don't laugh," Clara says, and Yin laughs more.

When Hamilton started dating the Brazilian woman, he made a big effort to learn to speak Portuguese, so that it would be easier to live with her family. She thought it was the cutest thing. And to this day, he took a few classes before coming to Brazil. And he is making progress, his communication is much better.

Y/n's parents also made an effort to learn English. To welcome Lewis.

Gabriel approaches his sister: "I missed you, old lady" he hugs his sister.

She slaps him on the shoulder. "Hey!!" Y/n can't help but laugh. "Okay, I'm in my 30s, but let's tone it down."

Gab laughs.

Lewis watched the interaction, laughing along. "You're brave to call her that."

Gabriel shrugged, blinking. "It's the only advantage of being the youngest. I'm untouchable."

The family smiles.

"Roscoe, hi champ!" Gabriel calls the dog and he gets up excitedly heading towards the man.

Gabriel gives him a caress and soon Roscoe leaves. "I'm going to pick up Isabella at her parents' house. Does anyone want to come with me?"

Y/n stands up: "Me!! I miss Isabella!" She says smiling as she touches her sister-in-law's name.

Before leaving with his brother, Y/n approached Lewis and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Behave yourself, okay? Don't eat all the cheese bread without me."

Lewis held her hand, smiling. "I promise not to end it all. Enjoy and send a kiss to Isabella."

"Okay. Come on, old lady." Gabriel puts an arm around his sister's shoulder and Yin pats his shoulder again.

"Shut up!"

The family laughs.

Lewis stayed at home, talking to his in-laws and taking the opportunity to rest from the trip. Tomorrow he would start training and it would be tough.

Lincoln, Y/n and Gabriel's father, stood up, saying he was going to start the barbecue. Lewis stayed with Dona Clara on the deck talking.

"So Lewis... When are the grandchildren coming?" She says, nudging her son-in-law's tattooed arm.

Lewis lowers his head shyly and laughs.

"We're, um, trying..." He stops and rethinks what he said. "Wait, let me try again..." He makes Clara laugh. "That's not quite it." He looks at Clara, more nervous now. "We're preparing, I guess. And, that's the right word."

"Preparing?"

"Yeah. Yin's started weekly appointments with her gynecologist and is trying to be healthier before she actually decides it's time to have a baby," he says, watching Roscoe run off. "She's also trying to quit smoking. You know how she is when she's nervous. She takes it all out on nicotine." Clara nods, knowing about the daughter she has. "We're taking it slow so that everything will go smoothly when we finally get pregnant." He smiles and Clara gives him a beautiful mother-in-law smile.

"You're right." She smiles and rests her hand on her son-in-law's arm. "You're a great husband. And I know you'll be a great father too. Both of you." She smiles.

"I hope I live up to it," he smiles at the compliment.

"Yes, it is." Clara gets up to get another cup of coffee. "I just hope it doesn't take too long. I want to see this house full of children during the holidays."

Lewis laughs.

"We promise!" He smiles.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Next day - Friday, Interlagos.

The day dawned cloudy, the overcast sky reflecting the typical weather in São Paulo at that time of year. Lewis left early for the paddock, as usual, leaving Y/n to rest a little longer in the apartment. It was a busy morning at the circuit, with fans crowded outside and teams racing against time to adjust the cars before free practice.

Y/n arrived about two hours after Lewis. As she walked around, dressed in comfortable clothes, she politely greeted fans who called her name and took a photo with some who asked.

She stopped to take a selfie with a young fan who held a sign that read: 'Bortoleto-Hamilton is our champion!'

Y/n smiled genuinely and said, "Thank you, you made my day!"

The sounds of engines warming up echoed through the paddock corridors, mixed with the excited voices of fans and the constant clicking of photographers' cameras.

As they approached the garages, journalists behind the iron fences began to bombard her with questions about her brother, her husband and her career. Photographers took pictures of every move Bortoleto-Hamilton made.

With so many asking questions, she stopped in front of a young journalist, who was holding a microphone with the logo of a local sports channel.

"How do you balance your career with traveling to keep up with Lewis?"

"I think because I'm his sports agent, the balance between our careers and travel is flexible. What really causes a headache is deciding which sponsorship to choose for Lewis," she replies smiling.

"Do you often give your opinions on strategies or do you prefer to just be supportive as a wife? Does he usually listen to you?"

Y/n smiles: "I even joke with him sometimes about strategy, but honestly, I prefer to leave that to the engineers. He's the one who understands the subject, so I just support him from outside the track. But I think he even listens when I give an opinion!"

Upon hearing the answer, the journalist smiled, nodding, while in the background the clicks of the cameras seemed to have increased, Y/n knew that any word from her was a full plate for the headlines.

"Good morning. It's great to see you here in the Paddock. But what the fans want to know... is... Are you team Bortoleto or Hamilton this weekend?" He asks amusedly, and Y/n can't help but laugh.

"Now you've got me," she smiles. "But since I'm both a Bortoleto and a Hamilton, I have to say I'm torn. I want them both to do great.

"Who knows, maybe a double podium? Then no one will complain!" She laughs. "A podium is always our goal!"

With a farewell wave, Y/n continued through the paddock, her firm steps taking her towards the Ferrari garage, where she knew that Lewis was already fully focused on training.

As she got closer to the Ferrari garage, she could already hear the loud engine noises and engineers talking loudly. Yin politely greeted those she passed along the way.

"Hey Charles!" She greets Lewis's teammate.

"Hey, Y/n! Here to watch the boss?" he teased, winking slightly before heading to the driver's room.

She laughed in agreement, "Always, isn't it?"

As soon as Lewis saw her, his face lit up. He walked towards her with a warm smile, gently pulling her in for a kiss.

"It's finally here"

"I was late because I was dealing with reporters," she said, laughing. "They always ask me who I'm rooting for. Can you believe it? After all this time."

Lewis chuckles, his hands on her waist.

"I've also been asked a lot about Gabriel. You're becoming a secondary subject," she jokes, poking her husband's chest, covered by his red uniform.

"I'll take second place. But only if it's for him," Lewis joked. "He deserves it. I remember when I raced at home for the first time in Formula 1. It's an inexplicable feeling."

She nodded, crossing her arms and walking slowly with Lewis into the garage. "Did you sleep well? You look like you woke up thinking about the car."

Lewis smirks. "I slept very well and you know why."

She rolls her eyes smiling, we make her cheeks swell.

"But yeah, I slept well. And yeah, I've been thinking about the car a bit. But overall it's been fine," he says, grabbing his helmet.

Before she could respond, Lewis's engineer approached with a clipboard in hand. "Sorry to interrupt, but we need you to test the car now, before we adjust anything else."

"Sure," Lewis replied, exchanging a knowing look with Y/n.

"Go on, honey!! I'll be watching you," she says, leaving a kiss on his cheek and another on his helmet.

Lewis returned the kiss with a quick peck before getting into the car. Soon, the roar of the engine echoed through the garage as he pulled out onto the track.

Y/n took the headphones given to her by one of the engineers and sat down next to the monitors, watching each lap on the TV. Her eyes followed each curve, attentive to Lewis's precision as he communicated details about the car over the radio.

Hamilton must have been on lap five, while Y/n was looking at the monitors, until she saw Gabriel drive the Sauber car past the Ferrari garage. This caught the woman's attention.

With one last look at the monitor, she excused herself from the Ferrari engineers and handed over her headphones to go after her brother.

She walked a few garages until she reached her brother's garage. Gabriel got out of the car and took off his helmet when he saw his sister standing at the door, with a smile on her face and her arms crossed.

"Hey, sis!" He pulls the balaclava off his face. "Come to spy on the competition?" Gabriel jokes, as he hands the helmet to one of his mechanics and walks over to his sister, pulling her into a loving brotherly hug.

"I am the eyes that see everything" she smiles, leaving the hug, and Gabriel asks her to go further into the garage.

She excused herself and smiled politely. They knew that the woman was Bortoleto's sister. They knew her from other races and genetics did not deny it.

"How was training?" She asks, as she leans against a wall and crosses her arms, watching her brother take a big swig of water from his bottle.

"It was good. The car is better than last time. Just a few tweaks to the aerodynamics." He replies, closing the bottle.

Y/n smiles in agreement. "So? How does it feel to race on the Interlagos track for the first time, with the stands full of Brazilians?" She smiles more.

Gabriel's shy smile widened even more, and Y/n saw, for an instant, the 5-year-old boy, with a helmet bigger than his head, dreaming of racing a go-kart.

"It feels amazing," he said, finally sitting down on a nearby stool. "I'm not going to lie, it made a lump in my throat. I remembered all the years of dedication and effort. It was like... I don't know, it all made sense. And it's only Friday! I know Sunday will be even better more intense." He paused for a moment, looking down at his feet, before adding, "But that comforts me too. I'm home."

Y/n smiles from ear to ear.

"I'm so proud of you, little one." She lightly pushes the brunette's shoulder. "I know all the years were worth it."

"Of course, I had my sister by my side the whole time," he smiles, thanking her. "I know that without your support I would have nothing. Our parents were there. But you are an extra boost to our family. We would be nothing without you. Both me, mom and dad. And especially Lewis!" He says softly, making Y/n gather a few tears in her eyes.

She turned her face quickly, wiping away a stubborn tear. "Oh, stop. You're going to make me cry in the middle of the paddock."

Gabriel smiles, before teasing his older sister. "Sentimental old lady."

Y/n rolls her eyes laughing.

Gabriel thinks for a moment about a more relaxed subject, because if he kept talking, his sister wouldn't stop crying anymore, and he definitely doesn't know what to do when someone starts crying. And he knows what a sister he has.

"And Lewis? Are you already thinking about how to not let Sauber pass?" He jokes.

Y/n laughed. "He said he'll accept second place, but only for you and only here in Brazil!"

Gabriel laughed

"It's okay. I respect my brother-in-law."

"Well, just don't be too respectful," she teased. "I still want you on the podium, got it?"

Y/n and Gabriel were still laughing when a movement in front of the garage caught their attention. She turned her head and saw Lewis approaching the garage, with his jumpsuit half open and headphones around his neck.

After so many years, he still took her breath away.

"Lewis. Come in!" Gabriel says, as if the garage were his home and Lewis a regular visitor.

Y/n laughs, his Brazilian accent sounding good.

Lewis laughed, stopping to greet a few of the mechanics politely as he approached. The atmosphere already seemed more relaxed with his arrival.

Y/n automatically smiled when she saw her husband. The way he carried himself, with that natural confidence and usual charm, made her heart warm every time.

"Well, apparently, the boss is here passing information to her rival, right?" Lewis joked, casting an amused glance at Yin and then at Gabriel. "Or is she taking information for me, youngest?"

Y/n rolls her eyes laughing.

She loved the friendship they had as brother-in-law and fellow athlete.

"I'm neutral, okay?" Yin threw up her hands, laughing. "Family is family. There's no spying here."

"That's what you want me to believe," Lewis retorted, feigning suspicion and nudging his wife's shoulder.

Gabriel just laughed, shaking his head. "You know she's impartial, Lewis. But if you want, you can try to bribe me with some tips on the Ferrari car."

"No way," Lewis replied, pointing at him with a smirk.

Y/n laughs at the exchange of provocations between the brothers-in-law.

"Are morning trainings over?"

"Yes!" They both answer together.

"I was thinking. We could have lunch together before we come back here in the afternoon again!" Y/n says, uncrossing her arms and looking at her brother and husband, "Like family!"

"Sure, let's go!" Lewis looks at his brother-in-law.

"I'll go, only if you're paying." He points to his older sister.

"Of course. It's the role of older brothers." She rolls her eyes and they both laugh.

Leaving the garage, the woman waits for her brother and husband to change, so they can leave the Paddock and go to lunch.

"You know, I was just thinking..." Gabriel arrives after Lewis, and sees his brother-in-law hugging his older sister sideways.

"I'm scared when the sentence starts like that Y/n laughs, as they start walking away from the garages.

"Where are my nephews?" Gabriel asks and Lewis laughs.

"Huh, I don't know. You don't have any nephews." Y/n teases.

"That's right!! Where are they?" Gab says, and looks at his brother-in-law. "Lewis, please. Do your part!" He provokes the older man.

Y/n lowers her head and laughs.

"I'm trying. She's the one who's complicated," Lewis pretended to whisper to his brother-in-law, and they laughed. "You know what your sister is like..."

"HEYY!" She complains. "I'm here!! And in the middle of the two she says smiling.

The two men just laugh.

Finally leaving the garages, they arrive at the beginning of the Paddock, where it is full of fans, journalists and photographers.

When they saw the trio, they started asking questions and taking pictures. There were flashes coming from every possible direction. And it was also impossible not to hear the euphoric screams of the fans coming from the stands nearby.

"Let's stop at the headlines" Lewis comments and the Bortoleto brothers laugh.

"Ferrari driver is seen leaving hand in hand with Bortoleto's sister, Sauber driver. Who was with them." Yin creates a headline and they laugh. "And I bet some won't even know we're married" she looks at Lewis.

Lewis smiles.

"Or else...Ferrari couple decides to adopt Sauber driver as a son, since they won't budge to have one of their own." Gabriel provokes the couple again, about them not having children yet.

"Aaaah shut up" Y/n says between laughs.

Lewis and Gabriel exchange a laugh.

As they headed out of the paddock, Y/n couldn't help but smile. As intense and chaotic as the world of Formula 1 was, moments like this, alongside the people I loved, were the ones that really mattered.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

Race day Sunday, Interlagos.

The day in São Paulo dawned hot and cloudy, typical of the city, but the energy at the Interlagos Race Track was electrifying.

Gabriel and Lewis arrived much earlier than they usually arrived at the racetracks.

Perhaps because it was the rookie's first time on the Brazilian track.

Y/n only heard Lewis whisper something like 'I'm going to the racetrack early, and I'll stop by your parents' to pick up Gab'. The woman just gave a thumbs up with her finger, and turned to the other side of the bed.

Lewis laughed and left their city apartment.

Now, Y/N walked through the paddock alongside her parents, greeting the fans who approached. Even though she was nervous, she maintained the polite and charismatic posture that won everyone over, while taking some photos with fans.

Y/n was always nervous for races, this increased even more when Gabriel arrived in Formula 1. But today, today the nervousness was coming out of Y/n's eyes, ears and mouth.

"Good luck to Lewis today! And Gabriel too!" said a fan, as soon as she took a picture with Y/n.

Y/N smiled, even with her heart racing, returning the girl's cell phone with trembling hands: "Thank you!"

Y/n's parents, who were further away, saw their daughter's nervousness and exchanged a worried look.

Y/n walks back to where her parents were waiting for her, her comfortable sneakers making a noise on the asphalt.

"Daughter, calm down. You've been to so many races. Today is no different."

Y/n tries to smile and hooks her arm through her father's arm.

"I know. But today is Gab's first day running in Brazil. And you know how it is with Lewis. How I feel when he runs

The parents exchanged a friendly smile.

"The way you are, it looks like you're the one who's going to run today." Lincoln says, making Yin smile.

Walking a little further, they arrived at the beginning where all the garages were. Y/n looked around, trying to locate her husband or brother.

"Here old lady!" She heard her brother's unmistakable voice. Y/n turned around and saw Lewis and Gabriel walking side by side, already dressed in their uniforms.

Y'n laughs before answering. "Hey, look at my boys over there," she says, and Lewis walks over and pulls her in for a kiss. Soon, her brother hugs his sister, followed by their parents. "How are you?"

"We're fine. A little nervous, but that's normal," Lewis says.

"Unlike your wife, who was shaking with nervousness until now," Bortoleto's father says.

"Good!!"

Lewis turns to his wife, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Hey, don't be like that. You run so many races and you never get this nervous. Relax!" He kisses the top of her head.

"Difficult. But I'll try!!" Y/n smiles.

Gabriel approaches the couple, touching his sister's shoulder: "We were going for a walk around the track. Do you want to come with us?"

Y/n smiles, "Of course!"

"Your father and I will be in the VIP area, up there. See you later," Clara says, kissing her children's heads and squeezing her son-in-law's shoulder.

Lewis smiles

The trio headed towards the track, walking around the circuit while talking. The view of the race track was breathtaking, with the stands already packed with excited fans.

Y/n was saying something about her and her husband's life in Italy now, when Gabriel started to look at her.

"Why are you still wearing a coat?" he asks. "We've been walking for about 10 minutes in this hot sun and you didn't even think to take it off."

"True!! I'm sweating here in my uniform and I can't take it off and you're in your coat" Lewis says.

"No, I'm fine like this!" She says, but in fact, she has a surprise under her coat.

"You're sick!" Gabriel says, before they move on to the subject.

As they approached the stands, fans began to notice the presence of Lewis and Gabriel. A small commotion broke out, with shouts and people asking for photos and autographs.

Gabriel was the first to stop and wave to the fans, followed by Lewis, who seemed to be used to the affection of the fans. While the two took pictures and signed shirts, Y/n stood further away, watching the scene with a proud smile.

"Y/N, Y/N!!" A fan screamed, Y/n walked over to where Lewis and Gabriel were. Leaning on her husband's shoulder so she could hear the woman over the crowd's screams. "We want to know, which team are you rooting for in today's GP. Due to the circumstances of us being in Brazil" The fan says and points to the woman's jacket. A light denim jacket.

Usually, she arrived in a Ferrari to cheer on her husband. But the Brazilian GP deserved something surprising.

Y/n laughs at the question.

"Everyone asks that, and I say it's for Lewis and Gabriel. No team, I have my own private drivers," she says, making some laugh. Especially Hamilton and the youngest.

As she took off her coat, Y/n felt her heart race. She had been planning this moment for months, thinking about how to honor the two most important men in her life.

The screams echoed like thunder, and some fans began jumping in excitement while others frantically took photos.

The woman was wearing a Brazilian T-shirt. From the front, it looked plain, but when she turned around, her brother’s and husband’s car numbers were glued on with little stones. Next to each number was embroidered the coat of arms of each country.

Lewis and Gabriel found themselves together when the screams started and Yin was too quiet. When they saw it, their eyes widened and a wide smile fell on both of their lips.

They definitely had no idea of the woman's surprise.

"You're kidding!" Gab says in disbelief and still laughing. He does a 360 on his sister and smiles. "You did this to us?"

"Obviously!!" She says and laughs.

Lewis was still standing in place, with the få pen in one hand and a Ferrari t-shirt in the other.

Lewis held her hand for a moment, intertwining their fingers. "You amaze me every day, you know that?" he said softly, but the sparkle in his eyes spoke louder than any words.

"The Brazilian GP deserved a surprise. Because of our entire history!"

"You know what would look better?" Gab says. Lewis and Y/n looking at the boy.

The newbie borrows a pen from a fan and approaches his sister.

"Our autographs!" She says and Yin lets out a laugh.

Lewis smiles at his brother-in-law's idea and does the same, lending the pen and signing the front of his wife's shirt and returning it with the autographed Ferrari shirt for the fan.

"This should be in a museum!" Hamilton says, looking intently into his wife's eyes.

She smiles shyly.

With a quick movement, Gabriel picks up his sister and puts her on his shoulder. She screams in fright, trying to balance herself, while Lewis stands behind his brother-in-law in case she falls.

"LET ME GO, YOU'RE NO GOOD!" She says between laughs, making everyone smile at the Bortoleto brothers' amusement.

The youngest obeys his older sister and puts her on the floor again. She smiles and pats him on the shoulder.

As soon as they returned to the Paddock, everyone couldn't take their eyes off the Brazilian's shirt. This would result in many, many media posts throughout the week.

Hours passed, and the race was about to start. Lewis was inside the garage getting ready when he realized that Yin was not there. He thought she might be in her brother's garage with her family. But Dona Clara stopped by the Ferrari garage asking about her daughter too. So, she was definitely not with her brother.

Lewis asks permission from the garage staff and especially from his engineer, who was talking to him, to go after his wife.

He went out the back door of the garage, and called for his wife. Nothing.

In a place away from the garages and the eyes of fans and the media, Y/n was sitting on a wall with a cup of black coffee in her hands and a lit cigarette in her fingers, while inhaling the nicotine.

"Y/n?" Hearing her husband's voice, the Brazilian woman hides the cigarette behind her back and smiles.

Lewis spots her and walks towards the woman. "I thought I lost you," he says laughing, and then sees smoke coming from behind the woman. "Hey, what's that behind you?"

Y/n smiles without showing her teeth.

"Nothing! Just...just my cup of coffee," she says, lifting the cup and placing her other hand behind her back.

Lewis rolls his eyes, laughing a little. "No, behind you. There's smoke coming out." He crosses his arms, a little serious now. "Are you smoking?"

Defeated, Yin lets out a sigh and pulls the cigarette forward again. Halfway through already. "Yes..."

"What did we agree on, honey?" Hamilton says softly now, taking the cigarette from her hands and stubbing it out on the floor with his foot. "No cigarettes. For your health and for our future baby!"

'Our future baby.'

Those words warmed her in a way she hadn’t expected. No matter how nervous she was, she knew she had to be better, not just for herself, but for the family she and Lewis were about to build.

"I know. But the Brazilian GP is getting on my nerves." She looks at the floor. "I know the fans are really looking forward to Gabriel.

"It's okay. You have concerns about Gab because it's his debut in his home country. But don't worry, Gab knows what he's doing on the track." Lewis pulls the woman into a hug.

She felt the familiar warmth of Lewis's embrace and realized that even in the most tense situations, he had the power to make the world seem less scary.

"Now let's go! I need my extra energy in the pits so I can race." Hamilton places a peck on the woman's lips.

Y/n responds and gets up, going hand in hand with Lewis to the Ferrari garage.

The race was about to begin. It would definitely be time.

Leaving the hiding place that Y/n had found for herself, Lewis and his wife walked through the back of the garages, passing by the Sauber garage. She saw her younger brother, Gabriel looked and made a victory sign and pointed to his heart, as if to say: For you, sis. Yin felt her eyes water, but quickly wiped the corner of her eye, sending a kiss in the air to her youngest.

Arriving at the Ferrari garage, Lewis began preparing to enter the track. Putting on his helmet and about to get into the car, he turned to his wife.

"God bless you, my love," she kisses her husband's helmet. "I'll be here cheering you on." Lewis returns with a tight hug and gets into the car. Giving a kiss in the air.

She smiles and watches her husband come out of the garage, putting on his headphones and taking a deep breath, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. She hears Lewis's voice on the radio, steady and confident, as he makes the final adjustments to the radio.

Remembering that Lewis had taken pole position and Gab was in 10th, his heart began to beat in time with the engines.

The engines roared as the cars lined up on the grid. The red lights began to go out one by one, and in the blink of an eye, they were in motion. The race had begun, and tension filled every fiber of his body.

The first few laps were intense. Lewis quickly moved up to P2, and Gabriel surprised everyone, climbing to P6 in just a few laps.

Y/n couldn't deny it, the race was tense. Two drivers had crashed right at the beginning. Her heart raced, just thinking about this happening to her husband or brother. But the dark thoughts disappeared when she received a message from her mother, who was in the Sauber pit.

"Gab's engineer says everything is going well, he'll be in the pits to change the tyres shortly. How's Lewis?"

Y/n smiles and answers her mother, saying that there were some problems with Lew's car, but that they would soon fix it.

On lap 65, Lewis took the lead after a perfect pit stop, but when he heard his voice on the radio, his heart sank.

"The car is slow on the straights. I need more power! The frustration in Lewis's voice was evident. Y/n pressed the headphones against her ears, trying not to show her nervousness.

"Lewis, try to stay calm. Bortoleto is 18 seconds behind you. There's still a chance you could take first place!"

Lewis quickly responds over the radio, leaving Y/n with her heart in her mouth.

With one lap to go, Lewis was still leading, but Gabriel was right on his tail.

"Hey Lewis, your brother-in-law is on your tail. 5 seconds difference" Hamilton's engineer says, and they can hear the driver's laughter over the radio.

Lewis knew he had a chance of losing first place, Bortoleto was right there, but he couldn't be frustrated to see his brother-in-law win in Brazil.

"Tell Y/n that I won't go easy on her brother," he says amusedly over the radio and Y/n, who had headphones on, listened and laughed.

All playful eyes turned to her in the garage.

Each corner was contested with millimeter precision. In the penultimate sector, Gabriel saw the opportunity and made a bold maneuver, overtaking Lewis on the inside. The crowd went wild.

Tears were already streaming down the woman's eyes. The checkered flag began to wave. Gab came in first, with Lewis right behind him in second and Charles in third.

A heavy sigh left Y/n's lungs, she took off her headphones and placed her hands on her knees, bending down and letting out a sob.

"Two podiums in the family. You'll need a cup too, Y/n." One of the Ferrari engineers jokes, looking at Hamilton's wife.

"A sedative right now is more than enough," she says, smiling and sniffling with tears.

Looking at the monitor, she saw Lewis and Gabriel's car approaching the garages. She left the phone on the table and ran out,

She looked around, trying to understand where they were coming from, until Lewis's car appeared at considerable speed. He got out and hugged his wife tightly.

"I'm so proud of you, darling!" She says, kissing his helmet again.

Lewis takes off his helmet and balaclava, pulling his wife into a passionate kiss. "It was an incredible race. I gave it my all, but to see Gab win here was something special. I think the Brazilian GP will always be in his family."

Y'n smiles, touching her husband's face: "You were perfect. You will always be my champion." She pulls him in for another kiss.

"Now, go celebrate with your brother. We can continue our celebration in the apartment's bedroom later." He says in her ear, making her shiver.

She smiles and leaves Lewis with the team grinning crookedly.

Arriving at the Sauber garage, he sees his brother hugging his parents and the team. Someone touches Gabriel's shoulder, saying that you were there. The youngest turns and sees his sister crying with a wide smile on her face.

"First place, huh, little guy!" She approaches her brother and hugs him.

"I'm still numb. It's strange to hear so many people shouting my name," he says muffledly, as he's hugging his younger sister.

Y/n laughed in response, pulling out of the hug. Gab kept his hands on her shoulders. "So, I saw your fingers crossed in the Ferrari garage. You said you were going to root for both of them!!!"

The Brazilian rolls her eyes laughing. "I was hoping neither of them would crash, that's what!" she says, and then sees Júlia approaching. "Go over there with your girlfriend before you get on the podium!" She pushes her brother and sees them hugging.

Clara approaches her daughter, smiling. "Hey, are you okay? Your heart must be racing seeing your husband and brother on the podium."

Y/n laughs and hugs her mother from the side. "Now that I'm able to breathe

Minutes later, everyone in Interlagos heard the Brazilian anthem playing, while Gabriel was on the podium in first place. Y/n was down there, with a smile on her face and tears almost falling again. Lewis saw her and smiled at her. A smile that overflowed with love.

Shy Y/n sends a kiss in the air and Lewis pretends to catch it, making them both laugh at their own joke.

When it was time to pop the champagne bottles, Gabriel, with a mischievous smile on his face, quickly approached Lewis and, without hesitation, began to throw all the liquid in the direction of his brother-in-law. The champagne splashed all over Lewis's red uniform, and he was initially startled, feeling the cold liquid seep through his overalls.

"Oh, is that how it is?" He smiles back, his eyes shining with amusement, and in one swift movement, he grabs the bottle of champagne and pops it, splashing the liquid all over Gabriel.

Gabriel, now completely soaked in champagne, lets out a loud laugh. Making Y/n smile down below, as she watched the two fight like children.

"Today I'm going home dry," Charles says smiling. Lewis and Gabriel exchange a knowing look and, in a synchronized movement, throw the rest of the champagne from the bottle at Charles.

"NO!! I didn't want to get into this family champagne fight" he jokes cringing.

Lewis and Gabriel laughed, before leaving the podium to give some interviews.

During the interviews, Lewis smiles proudly as he praises Gabriel's performance, and Gabriel returns the compliment, saying that one of his greatest inspirations on the track has always been his brother-in-law. The connection between the two is clear, and the Brazilian public, euphoric, recognizes the friendship and respect between them.

Hamilton, who was now in the Ferrari garage with his wife, was talking about how proud he was of his brother-in-law, until he started hearing loud music approaching the Paddock.

Y/n lowers her head laughing, already knowing who it is.

The two leave the garage and go to the Paddock, seeing Gabriel with a speaker bigger than him with loud music, his girlfriend laughing behind, shaking her head.

"ARE YOU GOING TO LOSE YOUR EARDRUMS LIKE THIS?" Y/n speaks loudly, watching her brother.

Gabriel, with an irreverent smile, makes a gesture indicating that he doesn't care about the volume. The music stops, and then a new Brazilian song starts playing. Y/n's eyes widen, and can't help but start dancing, approaching her brother enthusiastically.

Julia approached Lewis smiling. "It's our burden for dating Brazilians" she laughed, making her brother-in-law smile and watch his wife celebrate with her brother.

"I wouldn't trade it for anything!" He smiles lovingly, seeing his wife.

Julia crosses her arms, smiling too. "Neither do I..." The two share a moment of understanding, before turning back to the joyful chaos in front of them.

Y/n continues dancing, caught up in the music and the joy of the moment. Gabriel joins her, and little by little, Lewis and Júlia join in the dance, everyone joining in a spontaneous celebration. Brazilian music, with its vibrant rhythm, unites everyone, and for a few moments, there are no rivalries, just family and happiness.

At that moment, Lewis smiled. He couldn't choose another family to be a part of this madness. And he was already very excited to expand the Hamilton-Bortoleto family with Y/n by his side.

Author: As a Brazilian, I'm addicted to this song. And then, I imagined Y/n and Gabriel dancing to this one in the Paddock hahaha.

[sweetenerobert]

make you mine

8.1k | sister’s ex boyfriend tommy miller x male reader

summary: the intense feelings you've swallowed down for your sister's boyfriend are shown when he's comes back to pick up the rest of his things

warnings: MDNI 18+, mentions of abuse, pet names (bunny, baby, sweetheart, etc.), friends to lovers tommy, no mention of age besides your sister is older, and so is tommy, no description of reader, but tommy lifts you (2), rimming, oral (m!giving/m!giving) yearning for each other, spit as lube, unprotected p in a, spanking, cocky!tommy, tommy's dick is fucking HUGE AF

a/n: I'M BAAAAAACK!! UGH GOD, i missed this app so much, after countless attempts of writing, i finally have an idea im sooooo excited to share with you. i promise i wont leave again (hopefully), i have a lot of ideas i've written and i need to finally find the time to write so you guys can finally read soon, but for now, i hope you enjoy 'make you mine'!

a/n 2: also a huge thanks to @sofmoth, @king-simp, @pedgito, @perotovar, and @strang3lov3 for beta reading, love uuuuuu sooooo much.

a/n 3: just wanted to say @king-simp for putting up with me for like months and hearing my ideas days after days, and hearing me out so many times on ideas, and making them soooo much better than what I thought. Love you girlllll 🤍🤍

dividers by @saradika-graphics

“Oh shit, It’s so inappropriate how bad I’ve wanted to do this to you, bunny.”

You were shocked by Tommy’s sudden confession; you raised your head at the man fingering you with beads of sweat on your forehead. “What?” You whimper. Rays of sunlight kept dancing through your eyes as you were washing the dishes, home alone, and making sure your parents didn't have something to complain about, and your sister couldn’t find the special dish she took to work. It caused that feeling of chills crawling down your spine thinking about it. Your family wasn’t intense; they just worked a lot and were under a lot of stress at times; you wish you could say the same about your sister; the times you’ve quietly excited a room from her intensity, you wouldn’t be able to count them on one hand.

Speaking of family, you heard your doorbell go off as you hung the last dish on the dish strainer, turning off the water, thinking your sister or one of your parents was coming home early and forgot their keys, you shook your hands in the sink, noticing how pruney your hands looked, grabbing a paper towel nearby, and wiping your hands, quickly throwing away the wet paper towel into the nearby garbage can. The doorbell went off again as you began walking towards the door. “I’m coming, jeez,” You start as you grab the doorknob and turn it. “Forgot your keys again?” You pull the door towards you as you expect your sister to be on the other side to answer your question.

But you had been met with a familiar sight of shoulder-length hair, a mustache that could make a grown man cry, a denim button-up shirt hanging on broad shoulders, and you swore your sister loathed the material of his shirt. Tommy Miller was on the other side of your front door. Your sister and Tommy had dated for about a year and five months. He and your sister weren’t the on-and-off type, but there were times when you could hear them arguing, and you felt terrible for Tommy for having to face your sister’s wrath. “Oh, hey, Tommy.”

“Oh, hey, bunny,” Tommy’s southern accent felt rich, and a light chuckle escaped his mouth. You chuckle as you rest your fingers against your forehead. “You know I hate that nickname,” You commented. Tommy chuckles again before he opens his mouth to speak. “It’s not my fault you're obsessed with that one character with long ears who looks like a bunny.” Tommy crossed his arms, angling his eyes towards you. “He’s a puppy,” You commented, staring at him

“I’m still calling you bunny.”

You and Tommy chuckle together as you enjoy each other’s company; a thought passes. Your sister didn’t say anything about Tommy dropping by. Now that you think of it, no one has mentioned Tommy’s name since you returned from your trip. You replicated the same action as Tommy and leaned yourself against the door. “Not to burst your bubble, my sister isn’t here,” You shrugged.

Tommy nodded, glanced at the floor, and then back at you. “Yeah, I know,” he started. “Oh,” You were shocked, to say the least. Then why was he here? “Are you guys moving in together or something?” You shrugged. “She and my parents haven’t said anything since I got back,” You added. “Your trip, that’s right,” Tommy spoke, shoving his hands into his pockets. “How was that?”

You and your best friend had decided to stay in New York for a week, the vacation the both of you desperately needed and craved. When you came back, in your eyes, it was as if nothing changed. “Fun needed a break from life,” You joked. “Felt that,” Tommy huffed a chuckle.

You smiled and nodded. “But, did something happen?” You shrugged, confused. “It’s like your name is a curse or something.”

“Ah, bunny,” Tommy rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, squinting his eyes towards you. It’s complicated; maybe you should ask your sister.” You could tell Tommy wasn’t trying to add more fire to whatever drama occurred when you were gone. Being the nonconfrontational type, you appreciated Tommy for keeping whatever secret to himself, but you already knew asking your family would be a bust. He would be the next best thing. “Can I come in?”

“Not unless you tell me what’s happening,” You shrugged. Tommy huffed a breath, not in a moment of frustration or loss of patience; it was a breath and finding the words to come up with ways to come clean about something he’s been terrified of you finding out differently. “We broke up,” Tommy announced. You blinked your eyes into a shocked look; of all the things you were trying to mentally prepare yourself to hear, him and your sister breaking up wasn’t something that you wouldn’t think would happen.

Yes, the duo wasn’t perfect together, but you always thought they would make it work. Without a thought, you moved yourself away from the door to give Tommy enough space to walk in. As he walked in, Tommy nodded and smirked at you; you felt a breeze hit your legs as he moved past you. Glancing down at your legs, you noticed you opened the door in your underwear. “Fuck me,” You muttered to yourself; you closed the front door, locking it as a habit, and walked towards where you knew Tommy was going.

You pushed your sister’s bedroom door open and spotted Tommy in your sister’s closet, getting his clothes from their hangers and placing them on her bed. “Wait, you guys broke up?” You questioned, closing her bedroom door behind you. “Yep,” Tommy nodded, looking into the closet.

“What, why, what happened?”

Tommy glanced towards you as he saw your face riddled with confusion. He drew his lips in a thin line, exhaled through his nose, and made his way towards to stand in front of you, crossing his arms, huffing his chest towards you, the material of his denim shirt bending around his biceps. “Do you know why I would often ask you to go out and drink, and I labeled you as my “drinkin’ buddy”?” Tommy questioned.

“I just thought it was you being nice, you know, making sure your girlfriend’s brother didn’t feel left out,” You shrugged.

“Not entirely,” Tommy started, sitting on the edge of his ex-girlfriend's bed. “Your sister ain’t the best type to drink with, unlike you. She can tend to overdrink, which we’ve argued about multiple times. There have been a couple of times where she’s tried to get physical with me, trying to limit her drinking habit.”

The thought of your sister being physical sent a shiver down your spine, hearing someone else say the words. You swallowed harshly and nodded your head for Tommy to continue. “A week ago, when you were out and so were your folks, I told her that we aren’t good together, and she flipped out on me, cursing at me, screaming at me, she even clawed at me.”

Shocked wouldn’t be the word expressed on your face; bewilderment would be. “What? Where?” You questioned, you asked, sitting on the left of him. Tommy used his left hand to pull his collar down to show you three scarred-up claw marks on where his left collarbone rested. “Oh, my god, Tommy. I’m sorry.’

“It ain't your fault, bunny. You ain’t do nothing,” Tommy waved off as he let go of his collar. “Exactly, I didn’t say anything, I should’ve–”

“There was nothin’ you could’ve done,” Tommy placed a hand on your back. “You’re a good person already; that’s all I wanted.” You sighed in defeat while Tommy continued to soothe you, rubbing your back. “It’s going to be weird not seeing you here.”

“Ah,” Tommy waved off, removing his hand from your back and slapping it against his jeans. “You still have my number? You can always crash at my place if you ever want to escape this house of horrors.” You chuckled at Tommy’s invitation and shook your head, contemplating the option. “I’ll hold you to that,” you pointed at the man beside you. He laughed, and you joined him. It seemed like something that fate had landed on your lap.

You felt the mattress shift lightly as Tommy leaned towards you. “You know you’re in your underwear, right, bunny?”

“Yeah, I know,” You hide your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment. “It’s fine,” Tommy slapped his hand on your bare thigh and then laced his hand with his own. For the split second, Tommy’s hand was on your thigh; his hand felt warm against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity toward your spine. “You’ve seen me in mine, so we’re even.” Tommy acknowledged, and you nodded in agreement. “Unfortunately or fortunately, I have.”

“What do you mean, unfortunately?” Tommy playfully shoves you. You laugh as you regain your balance next to him. “I mean, not to make you uncomfortable, but you do have an amazing body,” Your chuckles slip out from time to time.

“Amazin’ body, huh?” Tommy teased, leaning his head towards yours. “With your sister’s scratches, It’ll take a while before I’m back to “amazing body” status.”

“Hey, scratches or not, you still look good,” You commented.

“Oh, really?” Tommy questioned, playfully pushing his shoulder with yours. “Yeah,” You nodded.

“You ain’t so bad yourself,” Tommy spoke, placing his hand on your thigh again, but this time, he didn’t let go; the warmth of his hand had been caked onto your skin. You balled your hand into a fist behind Tommy. The feeling felt nice, but it felt different from the cold breeze that kept rubbing against your other leg. “Is this alright?” Tommy asked. Looking up towards the southern man, you nodded your head, and Tommy’s hand rose.

You shuddered lightly as Tommy’s hand got closer to your cock, his thumb pressing onto the tip of your cock, making your toes curl. “You like that?” Tommy softly spoke into your ear. “Mhm, yeah,” You nodded. “How about this?” Tommy slipped his hand further as he began cupping the bulge in your underwear. You inhaled deeply, puffing your chest, and your hands gripped the sheets of your sister’s bed. Pushing out an exhale, Tommy chuckled as he saw your cock throbbing underneath his hand. “Look at you, bunny, twitchin’ under my hand,”

“We–.” You swallowed sharply. “We– we shouldn’t–”

“We shouldn’t be doin’ this?” Tommy questioned; his hand started to come off your cock before you began to speak. “We shouldn’t be doing this in my sister’s room,” You nodded, looking at him. Tommy huffed a smile as he took you and made you straddle his lap; you laughed as you placed your hand on the side of his neck, his forehead rested against yours; you could see the smile radiating off him, something you seemed to have only seen when he’s around you.

Tommy’s hands rested on your waist before he slipped them onto your ass and then rested under your thighs. “Is it inappropriate to say that I’ve probably dreamt of this moment before?”

You smile before you answer. “That you wanted be close to your sister’s brother?”

Tommy huffs a smile before pressing his nose lightly against yours. “That I would be happy with someone like you.” Your hands trail up against his cheeks, your thumbs trailing his cheeks as he smiles at you. “You have such cute freckles.”

Tommy laughs at your compliment. “No, seriously, they suit you a little too well,” You smile as Tommy dips his head below, his lips centimeters away from yours. Almost as if he were playing with you, backing his head up ever so slightly just to put them back centimeters away. “You are such a cat,” You announce.

“Oh, you love it.” Tommy stood up, and your legs stopped bending into the mattress and just rested against the sides of his hips while his hands rested in the bends of your knees; you smiled and rested your arms onto his shoulders; it wasn’t until Tommy collided your back with your sister’s bedroom door was when he connected his lips against yours. Tommy didn’t hold back when he kissed you, his hands digging into the skin of your thighs as one of your hands rested on the nape of his neck. You felt his tongue connected with yours, making the kiss feel more passionate. His lips felt soft while his mustache on your upper lip felt coarse, the opposite sensations putting your body into overdrive. You knew in this very moment that this is something you’ve wanted to happen for so long, the number of drunk thoughts you would have about Tommy turning sexually, that you wanted something to happen with your drunk friend like it had been a scene from your favorite fanfiction or something, but you knew it was wrong because of your sister.

But you didn’t care about how she felt then; you wanted Tommy, you have Tommy, now you don’t want him to go away. “Fuck, you taste good, bunny,” Tommy breathed as he grinded his pelvis into yours; you moaned into Tommy’s mouth, while he grunted into yours. “I can’t get enough of you,” Tommy grunted. One of his hands slipped from the bend of your knee, reaching for the doorknob, backing your body away from the door, opening it, and walking towards your bedroom. Still kissing each other, Tommy readjusted his hand back and continued to walk towards your room.

Pushing the door open with your back, Tommy rushed into your room and placed you on the edge of your dresser. You gasped when one of Tommy’s hands slipped onto your waist, and the other slipped under your shirt. His soft but calloused hand was warm against your stomach as he latched his lips onto yours. Your hands reached to cup his face as you leaned down to deepen the kiss.

Kissing Tommy felt like the sensation of finding gold for the first time, exciting. A sensation you didn’t want to let go of when your hands slipped into his hair, and you lightly gripped his hair. You understood that Tommy felt the same way when the grip on your waist and your bare stomach grew tighter. With each smooch, Tommy breathed heavily against your lips, feeling the texture of your soft lips against his; he never felt more present in the moment.

Slipping your hands onto his broad shoulders, you were eager to feel more of Tommy. You slip your hands down even more and feel down his chest; his pec feels like a handful against your hand. Tommy chuckles and smiles against your lips. “Eager, ain’t we?” The southern questions. “Shut up,” You smiled as you raised your hands on the buttons of his shirt.

You or he didn't break the kiss with each button you popped off Tommy’s shirt, not even when Tommy tossed the denim shirt aside. He just wanted to keep on tasting you.

It took a lot to be the one to break the kiss after what felt like minutes of your lips dancing around each other. Tommy’s hand moved from your stomach to the sides of your thighs. “Somethin’ wrong, bunny?”

“No, I’ve just wanted this moment for so long, is that fucked up?”

Tommy shook his head and rested your forehead against his as you bent your head down and took your hands in his. “A little,” Tommy started. You groaned into your hands, and then Tommy caused you to look at him while he took your hand in his. “But, that’s what I like about you,”

“You're funny, spontaneous as hell, and sweet, geez, I couldn’t have met someone better than you, bunny,” Tommy reached for your cheek, cupping your face into his palm, rubbing your cheek. You smile as you go for Tommy’s hand, rubbing your thumb against his knuckle. “Do you think we could move to the bed?” You questioned. A raised eyebrow came from Tommy Miller's face; he chuckled before licking his lips. “Eager, are we, bunny?”

“Yes, but my butt is getting so sore, sitting on the edge of this thing,” You winced and laughed before Tommy took his hands and put them back on your waist. “But I haven’t even done anythin’, baby.” You give a look, Tommy, and the man chuckled while you wrapped your legs around his waist again, and he rested your back against your mattress, kissing you once again while crawling in between your thighs.

You felt Tommy grind his hips into yours, feeling his bulge underneath the denim against your cloth-covered cock. Tommy’s lips trailed down from your lips down to your jaw. With every time Tommy grinded into you, a moan escaped your lips, and you could feel a smile from Tommy against the tender skin of your neck.

Sliding your shirt up and planting kisses trailing from your chest to your navel. Tommy’s thick fingers grab the waistband of your underwear as he slides them down. “Lift your hips, bunny.” You do as Tommy orders; he slides your underwear off your thighs and disregards them aside, looking down between your bodies and chuckling at the sight he was seeing your hard cock twitch against the bulge in his jeans. Tommy wanted to see something, so he slowly grinded your bare cock, and you lightly squirmed at the sensation. Hearing you shudder, Tommy smirks at you and lightly picks up the pace.

“Fuck, baby, you like that?”

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“Fuck yeah, I love it when you squirm for me.”

As Tommy begins to stand up, you breathe in relief as if any more times he were to grind against your cock, you would’ve exploded. Tommy pulls you towards the edge of the mattress, and you are surprised at the sudden action. “Look a’that, y’hard f’me already, baby?” You huff a chuckle at Tommy; you gasp as you feel his lips press the tip of your hard-covered cock. With each kiss brought against the tip and the shaft of your cock, it feels like heaven to you, bringing you absolute bliss against your skin. You get your foot against Tommy’s bare shoulder as your other one hangs off the edge of the bed, arching your back in pleasure as Tommy’s mouth moves down your thigh.

“God, you’re s’fuckin’ perfect, baby.” Standing up from his position, Tommy softly presses his lips against yours, bringing his hand into the bend of your knee, his other hand holding the side of your face. Tommy's tongue licked your bottom lip, awaiting your mouth to open. Tommy slips his tongue into your mouth, slightly parting your lips, causing you to smile at Tommy’s eagerness.

“How do you feel?” Tommy questions against your lips.

“Good, so good.” You breathed. “How about I make you feel even fuckin’ great.” Tommy’s question came out as a statement, causing you to question his meaning. Without warning, Tommy backs up from your face and laps his tongue on the all too sensitive head of your cock, making a moan escape from your mouth, your toes curl, and your eyes roll in the back of your head, sliding his tongue against the slit of your cock, moans escaping your mouth. “F-fuck, Tommy,” You breathe.

“Y’like that, baby?”

You breathe out an answer as Tommy starts to slowly stroke your cock as he rests himself on one knee on the ground next to the bed frame. “Yes, so fucking much.” You arch your back as the pleasure sets in. You never knew this level of intensity until Tommy; he knew what would make you tick without even having any sexual experience with you in the past, everything you imagined about what the southern would do to you if things had gone a complete 180 after your hangouts, but now the reality is kicking your imagination out of the park.

Wrapping his mouth slowly around the tip of your cock, Tommy slowly goes down the shaft of your length, causing you to moan and white knuckle your sheets as you throw your head back — arching your back and snapping your eyes shut in pleasure. “OH, fuck!” You exclaim in pleasure. His pace was slow but patient. Tommy wanted to make you feel something you rarely experienced — something once in a blue moon. Wrapping his hands around the shaft of your cock, his fingers would let go for a moment before wrapping.

Dragging your fingers into Tommy’s curls, you slowly push his head down, hoping he could speed up. “Fuck, Tommy. This feels amazing,” You breathed.

“Can you go faster, please?” Your question sounded like a plea.

“Oh, sweetheart. I can show ya one better.”

As Tommy’s mouth felt warm around your cock, he started to go faster as you gasped in pleasure, you gripping the material of your sheets; you felt Tommy’s hand slide from your thigh as he slowly began to tease your hole. The skin of your taint felt sensitive with each stroke of Tommy’s finger teasing you; each swipe, each light poke, and prodding made your body shiver in anticipation. You had been put into overdrive because of your older sister’s ex-boyfriend. Tommy was slowly rising you towards your peak. Your cock twitches in Tommy’s mouth showing the throbbing pain that was threatening to shoot out. Slowly and teasing, Tommy slides his mouth off your cock, swallowing the spit that had collected in his mouth; Tommy wipes the reminder off his lips with the back of his hand, glances at you, and chuckles as he strokes your cock. “Y’close, baby?”

“Yes,” You whimper. “So fuckin’ close. It hurts so much. Can I cum yet, Tommy?”

A sly smirk appeared as he started to chuckle ��� staring at you. Tommy stops pumping your cock — landing on your stomach, precum leaking from the slit. “Not yet, bunny. We ain’t done yet.”

Lifting your legs, Tommy slides his head down deeper in between your thighs. He laps his tongue against your aching hole; you bite your lip, causing a shaky moan to escape your lips as you hold your legs up so Tommy can get better access to your hole. His hands are planted on your inner thighs as he keeps his tongue against your taint. Tommy’s tongue felt like magic against you, showing you things you’ve never felt before — things you’ve only imagined happening. His tongue sliding up and down, in and out of your hole, made you want to cum by how much Tommy has been treating you.

The sensation of soft lips and a coarse mustache planting kisses against your taint made your toes curl — the bones threatening to pop out, your nails digging into the skin of your thighs, your moans escaping from you with each movement of the mix of feelings from Tommy’s lips and tongue was giving you pleasure.

A new feeling appeared when you felt something being pushed inside you, causing a moan to rush out of you as you let go of one of your thighs, started gripping the sheets below you, and threatened to rip them up. You look down at Tommy, plump cheeks looking up at you with a smirk on his face; you notice what is being pushed inside you; Tommy’s thick middle finger has taken a turn to please you.

“Y’like that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Oh fuck, yeah, I do,” You whimper, throwing your head back, closing your eyes, and moaning with each pump of Tommy’s finger.

“I said it before, and I’ll say it again,” Tommy spoke as he slid another finger into you. You exclaimed in pleasure. “You make me happy, bunny. You always have been the one to make me.” The man huffed a smile towards you, and you reciprocated a smile back towards Tommy before you rested your head on the mattress. “Fuck, my sister is so fucking stupid for letting you go,” You breathed as you withered in pleasure. Tommy chuckled at your statement. “Good thing I finally have the better sibling,” Tommy grunted. You laughed, and then the laugh turned into a moan.

Sliding a third finger in, Tommy’s pace had gone faster. You knew he was trying to test your limits; it would be an adventure for both of you to find it. “Look at how your hole wraps around m’fingers; it keeps sucking me in no matter how hard I try to pull out, baby.”

The sudden movements from your hips as you kept raising your hips and bringing them back down. Gritting your teeth, and tiny whimpers leaking through your teeth. Pleasure flowed throughout your body — something you yearned for Tommy to reach with you.

Tommy would admit this if you asked, and close to you sent him over the moon. He’s probably thought about this once or twice, but he loves that he can finally get this close to you.

“Tommy?” You breathed.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I suck your cock?”

Tommy had never heard that question from your sister; she always wanted things her way, so Tommy hasn’t been pleased in that regard. So, hearing your question surprised him a little bit. Slipping his fingers outside your hole, aching for how you would feel around his cock, Tommy smirks at you, stands up, and opens his mouth to speak. “Yes, you can, bunny.” As you sit up and sit on the edge of your mattress, you notice the length that resided in his jeans. You blinked as you saw the bulge filling his jeans.

Noticing the look in your eyes as he was cupping the growing length in his jeans as he smirked and smiled at you, Tommy looked at you. “I gotta ask, sweetheart, how long have you been wantin'’’ to suck my cock?” You swallowed before you provided an answer. “For so long,” You glanced at Tommy.

Tommy's sly smirk appeared before he bent his head down to get closer to your ear. “Then I best not keep you waitin’.” His whisper sends chills down your spine. Sliding your back against the mattress, you slid so your knees hit the wood below you. Watching the eagerness flood Tommy’s eyes made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Tommy slipped his belt off, throwing it on the ground next to him, releasing the button of his jeans popped above you, and hearing the zipper going down, you watched as Tommy’s cock popped out from its restraints.

You stared in awe at the sheer size of Tommy’s dick. Tommy’s throbbing cock bounced in front of you, precum leaking from the slit of his cock. This was better than you can ever imagine. Veins traveled up the shaft of his cock, stopping at the mushroom tip of his cock. The happy trail from Tommy’s tummy showed up his pubic hair that rested above the shaft of his cock. Your mouth went dry in anticipation. It was the first time you had ever seen a dick this big and thick before and so close to your face.

“Fuck, bunny. I need to feel you,” Tommy groaned.

“Well, best not keep you waitin’ now, can we?” You quoted, dragging Tommy’s jeans down as your knuckles brushed up against the hair on his legs, gravity stopping Tommy’s jeans when they stopped at his ankles, your hand wraps the shaft of his cock. You slowly wrap your lips around the tip of Tommy’s cock, and you hear him exhale in pleasure – a sound you yearned to hear in the past.

Slowly pushing your head down the shaft of Tommy’s cock, lips wrapped tight – spit dripping down your chin; you feel the veins trace the skin of your lips as the head of Tommy’s cock presses into the back of your throat. A groan of pleasure escapes Tommy’s lips as you back your head up. You push your head forward and back leisurely, and you can tell the pace makes Tommy not see straight. His member in your mouth kept throbbing against the roof of your mouth. Suddenly, your pace went a little faster; you looked up and noticed Tommy was bearing his teeth, his hands gripping the back of your head, his hips having a mind of their own as he was obsessed with your mouth around his cock. The warmth of your mouth sent him into his version of heaven, and with each pump into your mouth, he couldn’t get enough of you.

The taste of salt fell upon your tongue as you backed your head up from Tommy’s cock. A line of spit mixed with precum connecting from your mouth to the tip of Tommy’s cock was made apparent as well as the tip of his cock reddened; eventually, the line of spit dropped onto the ground below you as you wrapped your hand around Tommy’s cock and started pumping his shaft, as the man dropped his hands to his sides. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, baby,” Tommy released shaky breaths as he apologized.

You quickly swallowed the spit in your mouth. “It’s okay,” You breathed.

The moans escaping Tommy's lips had been a symphony to you. As your moans were to Tommy. “Fuck, baby. Y’so good at that. I’m so glad it's you doin’ this to me.” His southern drawl causes somersaults in your stomach. Sliding your mouth back onto Tommy’s cock, a deep guttural growl escaped his lips as your lips were at a quick pace, your hands planted on Tommy’s thighs, the hair on his thighs pressed up against your hand as the tip of Tommy’s cock kept hitting the back of your throat. Moans, grunts, whines, and whimpers were all escaping from Tommy’s lips, his hands holding onto your head as his hips humped into your head, his cock pressing deeper – causing you to gag a couple of times. Your nose kept poking into where Tommy’s pubic hair rested; the scent was intoxicating, causing your cock to leak with precum below you.

Suddenly, Tommy held your head – bearing his teeth in pleasure; your throat grasping around his cock, causing you to gag more. Slobber escaping your mouth as with each inhale through your nose – resting on Tommy’s hairy patch made it impossible to exhale without gagging. Your palms were getting sweaty against Tommy’s thighs, the hair on his legs feeling nonexistent against your slippery hands.

His hands slide your head back; lines of spit connect from his cock to your top and bottom lips. Deep inhales and exhales leave your body as you watch Tommy slightly shudder. His cock glistened in your spit, throbbing and visibly reddened. Sweat littered Tommy's shaven chest and forehead; you swallowed the spit in the back of your throat from your excessive breathing. Tommy bent down, grabbed your chin, and kissed you passionately. Your forehead felt heavy with sweat as Tommy backed up from you; he slid his hand up, pushing the strands of hair that littered his forehead. “Fuck, sorry, baby. Y’mouth is so fuckin’ addictin’.”

Tommy, We’re just getting started,” You spoke, disregarding his apology. Quickly eager to show him what you meant, you pick up his cock and slide your tongue on the underside of Tommy’s shaft. Lapping your tongue against his veins, you could hear Tommy’s praise from above. “I wish I had met you first,” Tommy groaned as he slipped his fingers through his hair.

Bringing your tongue slowly down to make Tommy squirm, you feel his body a little bit as you are still holding his cock in your hand; you place your mouth around his ball sack and lightly suck on one of them. “OH, SHIT!” Tommy groaned. Tommy’s body shook, almost falling like a sandcastle; Tommy hadn’t felt this level of pleasure before, from anyone in his past, before meeting you. “You like that, Tommy?” You asked. “Yes,” Tommy gritted his teeth. “Fuck, I love it s’much.” Backing your mouth up, you stroke Tommy’s cock and watch him hold his head back, and moans escape his lips. Bending down, Tommy places his hands between the fold of your armpits and picks you up from your knees.

Planting his lips against yours, the kiss you shared between the two of you felt hungry, Lips mashing against each other, teeth clashing against each other. Tommy’s arms hold you tightly against his torso. Tommy was fucking yearning for you as his lips were latching against your cheeks, jawline, against the skin of your neck. That feeling of Tommy’s teeth against your neck made you know Tommy was marking you as his. Your nails drag against Tommy’s lengthy hair as you enjoy Tommy’s mouth, bringing his head back against your lips. Sweat forming on Tommy’s bare chest was seeping through your shirt. You wanted to take it off to feel Tommy’s skin against yours. Backing your head away from Tommy’s, his head following suit as he watches you attempt to take your shirt off.

Tommy couldn’t wait to get the shirt off and over your head. Wrapping your arms around Tommy’s neck, he wraps his arms against your lower back. The warmth of each other’s bodies radiated against each other. Your cocks rubbed against each other; the warmth you both shared was hot enough to blow the roof off your bedroom. This experience felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

Backing his head away from your lips, you notice a look of wanting in Tommy’s eyes, which start to darken as he opens his mouth to speak. “Fuck, I gotta have you now, bunny,” Tommy admitted.

“Get on that fuckin’ bed,” Tommy nodded toward the mattress. You listened to Tommy, letting your arms go from around his neck; you crawled on the bed, right where your pillow was rested, on your chin; as you rested on your stomach, you heard Tommy crawling behind you, readjusting you to have you on your knees – spread apart and your back arched. A line of spit leaves Tommy’s mouth and connects to the tip of his cock, rubbing the spit to lube up his cock. Slowly leaning behind you, Tommy moves his hand from the tip to his shaft as he starts to tease you – making you shudder in anticipation.

Moving his cock to poke your hole makes you yearn for him every slight push into you. Tommy begins to question you. “How bad you want my cock, baby?”

“Badly,” You admit.

Tommy leans up behind you, and you can feel his breath against your ear; as you feel the shaft of his cock fit into the curves of your ass, his hips begin to slightly shift up and down, teasing you, causing your hole to ache. “Just how badly?” Tommy questioned. “So fuckin’ bad, I need you, Tommy.” You hear him chuckle against your ear as he whispers in your ear. “Well then, best not keep you waiting.” Tommy backed up from your ear, and with one of his hands, he angled his cock to press against your hole.

Tommy slowly pushes in; you feel the tip stretch you out and his hands on your hips. You stifle your moans into the pillow below. “Does it hurt, baby?” You shake your head, denying Tommy’s question. His shaft is halfway in before he pulls out fast, his grip let loose on your waist. You gasp before breathing heavily. “Oh shit. Sorry, baby, gimmie a minute,” Tommy commented. Once again, Tommy slides his cock into you, hands back onto your waist, making your moans have no level of intensity as prior lovers. Halfway in, Tommy rocks his hips back and forth slowly into you, hoping you can adjust to his size. Your eyes snapped shut intensely, straining your eyelids. The pain was starting to feel good, too good.

“Is this okay, baby?” Opening your eyes, you crane your neck to notice the concern in Tommy’s eyes. He looked so careful, protective, and sweet; you’ve always liked this side of him. “Yes, Tommy. It’s okay,” You smile. Leaning down to kiss you, Tommy’s hips still rocking into your hole, moans exiting your mouth and entering Tommy’s. Feeling him slowly stretch you out felt indescribable; it felt good, but you did want Tommy to go faster. “Tommy,” You moan against Tommy's mouth. “Yes, baby?”

Tommy backs up to hear you properly. But before Tommy could say anything, it was as if a switch went off inside his head, as his hands were molding into your waist. His pace was faster and rougher. Claps rang throughout the room with each thrust as you angled your hands to reach behind and reach for Tommy’s bicep while Tommy was drilling his cock inside you. His bicep felt huge compared to your hand. It felt like Tommy could read your mind, knowing that you wanted more and that he would give it to you. “Fuck, I could do this all day, bunny. This feels so amazing,” Tommy breathed; the man looked at you and moved closer to you so the curve of your back could fit together with his tummy, his hands placed on either side of your head while his lips latched onto yours as his cock continued to pump inside you. With each pump, you moaned against Tommy’s mouth, and he smiled against your lips.

“Y’wanna know how bad I’ve wanted to do this?” Tommy breathed.

“How much?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“Every time we went drinking,” Tommy grunted. “Every single time we got too close to each other, whenever you would rest your head on my shoulder.”

“God, I must’ve asked for this countless times, goddamn prayed for it,” Tommy gritted while holding your chin, causing you to look at him again as he slowly started pumping his cock; he was slowly humping in and just staring at you in your eyes. “Now I finally got what I want, you,” Tommy announced as he slid his cock out of you and laid down next to you; his cock was still hard, but Tommy wanted more of you. You adjusted yourself on your side, and Tommy started holding the bend of your knee; Tommy adjusted his cock to press against the hole of your taint, causing you to shudder and chuckle when you craned your head over your shoulder and saw Tommy’s cheeky grin. You feel Tommy’s cock slide inside your hole; as you placed your head on the pillow, you felt his stomach against your back again; that feeling of closeness with someone you never thought you could have made your cock throb.

Tommy’s arm had wrapped around your head. As you picked it up and rested on his forearm, you could hear the grunts and groans leaving Tommy’s lips and feel his breath on your ear.

“Y’wanted this, didn’t ya?” Tommy grunted.

“Fuck, yeah, Tommy,” You writhing in pleasure, “Wanted this for so long.”

“I’can say the same about this boy pussy of yours, grippin’ onto me so tight, it doesn’t want to let go, and I don’t think I want it to.” You bring your hands to Tommy’s head and plant your lips against his. An exhale leaves Tommy’s mouth against yours. This may sound like a diss to your sister, but seeing this side of Tommy made you wonder if she ever made Tommy this pleased. “I gotta ask,” You breathed. “My sister never made you this happy, right?”

“Your sister,” Tommy grunted. “Never wanted to do the things you asked for; always wanted things her way.” Tommy’s cock kept hitting your G-spot; you moaned in pleasure as your hand craned onto the back of his head. “And with you, I know what we both like,” Tommy pumped his cock forcefully, causing you to meet him at the base of his cock. “So I’m gonna fuck you so hard till we both get what we want.” Tommy’s cock pumped inside your forcefully again, and you felt your walls slowly adjust to the size of his cock.

Tommy’s length was stretching you out as his cock kept pumping into you, causing moans to escape through your mouth. The sun's rays glistened on both your skin and Tommy’s as sweat littered on the both of you. Tommy bore his teeth and started to fuck you senselessly. Wrapping his forearm in the front of your neck and his other arm deeper in the bend of your knee, – his hands interlocking with each other. You moan in pleasure as you hear low growls escape Tommy Miller – feeling his breath against your ear causes shivers to crawl down your spine. “Fuck, you feel my cock stretchin’ you out, baby?”

“Mhmm,” You nodded, shutting your eyes, avoiding his glare.

“Hey,” Tommy’s voice made you snap your eyes open to look at him. “I need a clear answer,” His teeth gritted. “No more of that ‘Mhmm’ shit.” His pace began to slow down a bit.

You couldn’t tell if you were turned on or scared by his dominance, but you could feel your cock throb once again, so you had your answer. “Yes, I feel your cock.”

The man behind you grins, “Well, you better get used to it. This boy pussy is mine; nobody elses; I don’t give a shit what your sister says or your folks. You’re mine now, understand?”

You were about to nod your head until you answered. “Yes, I’m yours.”

“Envision this,” Tommy’s hold was still the same, with his hands still interlocked, but his gaze wasn’t on you anymore. It had been at the door he carried you in moments prior. “Your folks walk in, and they see this; your sis sees us together, but I don’t give a rat's ass, and I just keep going,” One deep thrust caused you to groan. “I just keep filling your hole with my cock, because I don’t care anymore because you – deep thrust – are – deep thrust – mine!” In the last thrust, Tommy released his hold on you, and you moaned into your pillow.

As your face was in your pillow, you felt Tommy’s hand smack your ass. “C’mon, bunny. We ain’t done. You chuckled as you picked your face up from your pillow; you saw Tommy adjust himself in the middle of your bed – his head is where your feet should be, and his cock was throbbing and leaking with pre-cum. “What do ya say, bunny?” Tommy patted his thigh. “You gonna take this stallion for a ride?”

Playfully biting your lip at Tommy’s question, you playfully crawl towards him and straddle his lap. You feel the tip of his cock on your ass cheek, so you maneuver the shaft of his cock to sit in the curve of your ass; you begin to grind your ass back as if you were trying to tease Tommy. “I kinda just had a funny thought.”

You hear a light chuckle from the man under you – his hands on your waist – moving you back and forth against the shaft of his cock – your hands on his chest, “What is it?” Tommy smirks. “I can always tell my mom I’m going to be at a friend's house when in reality,” You bow your head closer to his. “I’m actually having the time of my life at Tommy Miller’s place. Do you like that idea?’

“Oh, I love that idea,” Tommy growled, his hands slapping your ass. “Oh really, you do?”

“I’m fucking obsessed with it, baby.” Tommy’s lips latched onto yours, you placed your hands on each side of his face, and you started grinding your hips against the shaft of his cock again. “Oh, fuck, baby,” Tommy’s southern drawl was moaned against your mouth, “You’re gettin’ me all hot and bothered, making me feel things I never thought I would ever feel.”

“Huh, really?” You asked cocky.

“Mhm.” Tommy smooched against your lips.

“How about I give you another one,” You say as you adjust the tip of Tommy’s cock to press up against your hole. Sliding yourself down onto his cock, the both of you groan into pleasure as you place your hand back onto his chest. You started to breathe heavily as you tried to readjust to Tommy’s length. “Hey, hey, you got this. Deep breaths,” He reassured.

When you met the base of his cock, a howl escaped Tommy’s lips. “Would ya’ look at that? Fits just like a glove, huh?” His hands spank your ass again. “What was that you said about feelin’ another feeling?” You watched as Tommy bore his teeth and started to fuck you senselessly. Wrapping his hand tight on your waist. You ball your hands into fists on Tommy’s pecs – your knuckles begin to get sweaty. “You like this, don’t ya, baby?”

“Fuck, yeah,” You nodded.

“You want my cum to swim inside you – gettin’ you pregnant?”

“Fuck, Tommy, I need you now.”

His hands went up the small of your back – your face leaning feet away from his. “Imma give you what you, baby. Don’t you worry,” Tommy reassured.

That feeling of being stretched out came back as you rested your forehead on Tommy’s. His hands are on your upper back, holding you in position; each push of his length made your moans push out of you more. It was like your body was in heat — Tommy’s warmth.

He was so different from the respectable man you met; he had become someone different because of you, and you loved every minute. “I’m so close to cummin’ inside you, baby. Fuck, you feel my cock throbbin’ inside you?”

If you were lying, the feeling of each throb that was coming from Tommy’s cock, caused you to feel like you were about to cum. “Tommy, I’m so close. Keep going,” You begged.

“Fuck,” Tommy growled. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.” His pace was going faster, and it felt the tip of your cock felt like it was going to explode with your cum. “Fuck, Tommy. I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, bunny. Me too.’

“Here it comes,” Tommy gritted his teeth.

With one final push, you see your cum shoot out onto Tommy’s chest, and you also feel Tommy’s cum swim inside you – you see the man slightly shudder as strings of cum shoot inside you. Light breaths are escaping both of you as you lightly pat Tommy’s chest. You slowly start to slide off his cock; you feel his warm cum slide out from your hole. A sigh of relief exits your mouth, and you rest your body next to Tommy’s – your head on his shoulder. The both of you breathing heavily as you were both exhausted, the adrenaline wearing off, his soft cock against his stomach as you see his chest dip and rise from the breaths he’s taking.

“On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate–” You start, but then you get cut off by Tommy.

“A fuckin’ twelve – shit, an a million.”

You chuckle against Tommy’s shoulder and place your hand on his chest, right over his heart – you feel it racing. “An a million?” You smile.

“A million,” Tommy repeated, looking at you and placing his hand over yours. Both of you smile as you look into each other’s eyes; you slightly shake your head and lick your lips, which Tommy notices. “What?’

“My sister is so fucking stupid; the fact that she couldn’t treat you right means she’s fuckin’ brain dead.” Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle as he heard what you said about your sister. “I”m serious, your caring, sweet, protective, and you know how to fuck, like a beast.”

“Oh, I know how to fuck, huh?”

“What would you call what we just did? Dancing?” You joke. Tommy always did love your nonchalant attitude. “That was makin’ love, baby. Pure and sweet love makin’ with the guy I love most.” Tommy smiled and planted his lips on your forehead, backing up and looking into your eyes again.

“Now, I don’t want to be a party pooper–”

“Then don’t, baby,” Tommy moved the arm you were resting on and held you tighter in a cuddle. “Let’s just enjoy our moment together.”

“You need to get the rest of your things out of my sister’s room, and I need to shower; quite frankly, we need a shower.”

“Why is that, bunny?”

You adjust to rest your head on his chest, his arm still holding you. “So I can tell my mom, dad, and sister that I’ll be at a friend’s house when, in reality, I’m at your place,” you smile.

Tommy’s face went into a frown as he was thinking. “Well, in that case, I’ll meet you in the shower?”

“I will try to meet you in the shower; my legs are killing me.”

“Okay,” Tommy quickly let you go and got out of your bed faster than he would if he were in lava. You couldn’t help but laugh as you saw him leave your bedroom and move towards the bathroom. You smiled and exhaled when you realized you finally got what you wanted.

[arjwrites]

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100 follower event masterlist

SAM WINCHESTER X READER

Close- fluff, fem!reader Summary: Reader breaks her arm on a hunt and needs some somewhat intimate assistance. Who does she ask for help but Sam Winchester, with whom she shares a silent, mutual pining????

Take A Picture, It'll Last Longer- fluff Summary: While hunting with the Winchesters, you had picked up a disposable camera to capture some memories. Each photo represented an important point in your collective journey- all the while, hinting at a budding connection behind the scenes. 

Close Behind- angst, gn!reader Summary: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to Sam- and that scares the hell out of him. Based on the song “Close Behind” by Noah Kahan. 

Heaven Hellbent- angst, fem!reader Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Sam discovers a secret you've been keeping for years. Part 1 of the series! DEAN WINCHESTER X READER

Back on the Beach- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: Reader and the Winchesters find themselves at the beach for a rare day off after a long string of difficult hunts. Something about the special day changes things forever.

Bless the Broken Road- angst, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the broken road that led Dean Winchester to you. Based on "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts.

Times You Threatened to Kill Dean Winchester- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: A brief account of all the times you wanted to kill a certain hunter.

The Space Between- fluff, a little bit of spice, gn!reader Summary: Reader breaks their arm on a hunt and needs a little assistance. Dean version of Close (Sam x Reader)

In The Stillness- angst, fluff, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the ways you've impacted Dean Winchester CASTIEL X READER

Numb- angst, comfort, winchester sister!reader Summary: Reader is Sam and Dean’s sister. After a series of unfortunate events, she finds herself separating from her brothers to deal with her own shit the only way she knows how. Castiel, however, has a few things to say about it. 

Saving Grace | Part 2- gn!reader Summary: Cas is hurt after a hunt, and when he's hurting, you're hurting. Sometimes even an angel needs a helping hand.

Saving Grace Epilogue- gn!reader Summary: Ways the world has softened since uniting with your angel. Can serve as an epilogue or stand alone!

Lessons on Humanity- gn!reader Summary: Human!Cas arrives on your doorstep in need of a helping hand. Taking him under your wing, you offer him more than he bargained for.

GABRIEL X READER Long Day- gn!reader Summary: After a stressful day, a familiar face pops in for a visit. With snacks.

CROWLEY X READER coming soon (leave a request!)

[voltaic-resonance]

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[supernatural-bias]

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐞𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫

↳ summary: the janitor at your college is cute. too bad you're not the best at watching where you're going

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: sweet tooth—scott helman

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You had been running late to class when you met him.

Everyone had been crowding the building entrance that morning. It didn’t matter that you had set two alarms for the exact purpose of beating foot traffic that morning, or that you had skipped breakfast to make it to the lecture on time. Apparently nothing trumps the news of a published professor throwing himself from a three story window— at least that’s what you had bitterly thought to yourself while trying to push through a cluster of college kids.

College life was weird like that, you had come to learn.

Once you managed to part through the crowd— somehow surviving the abundance of school gossip that was only silenced by your occasional apology —you wasted no time in rushing through the scuffed hallways. Taking a few extra turns than usual, you opted for a shortcut you had only tried once or twice before in an attempt to avoid certain professors whose deadlines you had forgot about.

You didn’t see the wet floor sign, nor the damp mop resting on the wall, before it was too late and you were already belly up on the floor, blinking at the ceiling with widened eyes.

Your head gave a harsh throb. You touched it and frowned faintly. Ouch. That was going to hurt in a few hours.

“Woah!” Came a cheery call. It startled you momentarily, causing you to sit up. “I would tell you to slow down, but— ah, well, you know.”

It took you a second to process the strangers words, and before you knew why, you felt the back of your neck heat up. A brief moment passed as a strong feeling washed through you, and then again as you realized why. Ah, embarrassment. Your old friend.

“Need some help there?” The voice got closer, and it prompted your motor skills to finally kick into gear.

Picking up your bag that had fallen off during your tumble, your gaze finally lifted upwards. A gray jumpsuit and pair of keys stared back at you, and you mentally kicked yourself for not looking a little higher than the waist band. Whiskey-colored eyes and brown hair came into view after your second attempt, and you appreciated them a little more than the aforementioned utility belt.

The janitor’s lips were pulled up at the corners into an easy-going expression, and his top lip jutted out over his lower on slightly. His hair was pushed back slightly, and it looked like he had tried to style it this morning before eventually giving up and running a hand through it. You could relate to the feeling, and under different circumstances might have complimented him. He certainly was easy on the eyes, or easier than anyone you had seen on campus so far, but you felt like now wasn’t the time to put yourself out there. Tripping and eating shit can really do something for a persons self-confidence.

“Sorry for ruining the hallway, uh, mister?” Your voice was choppy as you apologized, and you cleared your throat awkwardly afterward in an attempt to get rid of any tightness. The janitor whose work you had just ruined gave you an oddly casual smile and extended his hand while keeping the other in his pocket lazily. You took it and shook, hoping your palm wasn’t too sweaty.

“Call me Gabriel.” He offered his name nonchalantly, but you caught a hint of hesitation behind his words. His breezy expression dipped into cautious territory for what couldn’t have been more than a second. You pretended not to notice, and gave him your name in return. His grin came back at full force.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You let go of his hand to chew at your fingers.

“Don’t worry, most of it was dry.” He waved his hand and put it on his hip. Tilting his head over your shoulder, you heard as he sucked his teeth, and you knew he was probably imagining the wet spot on the back of your clothes at the same time as you. “Er, yeah. Most of it.”

His eyes trailed over your face in the moment of silence that followed. They seemed to be looking for something, and the sudden switch in tone left you to clench your jaw awkwardly. You stood there plainly, wondering if you should offer to help him redo it— or whatever he would need to do to fix your mistake —before he suddenly smiled again and gestured to a watch on his wrist. Funny. You hadn’t remembered that being there before.

“Shit!” The sight of the clock’s minute hand all but slapped you in the face as you scrambled to take your leave, patting yourself down as you hurried to collect your things and get out of there. You only stopped to turn around and walk backwards, gesturing stiffly to your surroundings.

“I’m gonna be late but, uhm, you sure I can’t—?” You weren’t exactly sure what you were offering to do, but Gabriel seemed to understand nonetheless. He grinned brightly, chewing on something you hadn’t seen him pop into his mouth earlier. A closer look told you it was bubble gum, and you felt odd for noticing such a small detail.

“Nah, you’re good kid. Stay safe. Try not to slip on anymore floors around here.” He waved you off with a wink of molten gold eyes, hands already reaching for the mop against the wall and beginning to wield it.

The nickname made you pause— he couldn’t have been but ten years older than you, and looked even younger —but you shook it off and started down the hallway as fast as your legs would allow, wincing as your stomach grumbled all the way to your lecture hall. You didn’t see as Gabriel paused behind you, waiting for you to turn down the hallway before snapping his fingers. He turned back to his work with a little whistle, mopping over the spot where you had fallen with an energy that hadn’t been there before.

It wasn’t until you were already sitting in class, digging through your bag for a spare pen, that you noticed the lollipop resting atop your books innocently.

[riicky-ye]

How can Jim miss someone he never knew?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

im forcing you all to look shady-car-salesman erik

[What If Magneto Had Formed The X-Men With Professor X?]

[calorgansout]

this one was made for the great @01-05-2001 shoutout erin

if it feels like youve seen this one before its cuz u prob have. i had technical issues w all my edits post 2nd snipe n i decided to just leave the old user on em bc i cant be arsed

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Crotch-Punching Distance

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader

Summary: Jim, short for James, James short for Gabriel- or was it James, long for Jim and short for Gabriel? Is really getting on your nerves

CW/AN: this is just a bit of a crack fic request

Requests are OPEN

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick

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You are really fucking tired of Jim, Armageddon, Heaven, Hell and everything in between. Well, except for Zira and Crowley, of course. But you were tired of the sheer metric tonnage of bullshit that seems to follow them no matter where they go, what they do, or who they talk too.

Hell, even those they don’t talk to. For God's sake, Gabriel, or Jim, or James had just shown up at the bookshop doors one day unannounced. It was enough to drive a person to pack up and move half a continent away (or half a Universe away, if Crowley’s plan was to be taken into serious consideration) just to get some peace and quiet. 

Anyway, it was safe to say that Jim was annoying the shit out of you today. Every day, yes, but today specifically. It may have been a good question to ask as to when Jim did not annoy the shit out of you. The answer to that question was ‘not very often.’ Wow, you think to yourself. It’s a good thing Aziraphale can’t read your mind. He’d be absolutely mortified at the amount of poor language and blasphemy filling up your mind this morning. 

Speaking of your Angel… He and Crowley were doing their utmost to ignore Jim, short for James, James short for Gabriel. Or was it James, long for Jim and short for Gabriel? Whatever. Your two loves had left Jim/James/Gabriel to your mercy and were not entirely certain whether that was a good idea or not yet. Only time would tell. 

Currently, Jim was standing before you and continuing on with his ridiculous project of arranging the books by alphabetical order of the first sentence of the first chapter. It was driving you mad, but Aziraphale had just told you to leave him be. He’d fix it up later. 

“You know,” Jim says, stopping his work to turn to face you. He was looking at you with a glint in his eye that meant he had something that he thought just absolutely had to be said. “You are the smallest person I’ve ever seen!” 

You blink once, twice, and then pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. 

“No, really-” he says enthusiastically. “Like… hmm, what are those things? Oh! Yes, like children! But bigger.” 

You glare up at him. It was true you were on the rather small side, but that didn’t mean it needed to be pointed out like that. 

"You know, Jim,” you reply, giving him a very tight smile. “You’re talking mad shit for someone in crotch-punching distance."

Jim cocks his head and blinks in confusion. “Crotch-punching distance? What’s that?” 

Your smile grows tighter, if that’s possible and your fingers twitch, itching to just punch him.

“Would you like to find out, Gabe?”

Jim splits into a wide grin, echoing your question with an enthusiastic “oh, boy!” 

You wouldn’t actually punch him. It’s not his fault he doesn’t remember what an arse he is. But it doesn’t stop you from fantasising about it either. 

“Alright, love?” You hear a suave voice from over your shoulder. You sigh, and nod. 

“Peachy, Crowley, but I’m tapping out. Your turn for Jimsitting.” You give Crowley a peck on the cheek and escape before he has the chance to protest. You can hear his spluttering from the other side of the shop. 

“I’m going to make some tea, Zira, love. Would you like some?” 

Aziraphale looks up from over his glasses and smiles warmly, the thought of tea appealing indeed. 

“Oh, that would be wonderful, dear. Thank you.” He goes back to his papers, trying to decipher something terribly interesting, you imagine. You give Aziraphale a peck on the cheek too for good measure on your way past. 

That Jim, though. He better watch it, because you did not take bullshit lying down, that was for sure.

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[winchesterszvonecek]

Can’t really think of anything specific with Gabriel but just the idea of cuddly Gabriel makes me cry (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Like clingy and cuddly Gabriel?? Shot me now (lovingly)

Nothing Better - [ Gabriel ]

Summary: After a rough day you find yourself needing nothing more than a cuddle from Gabriel

Word Count: 886 short but hopefully sweet

Warnings: female!reader, sex references

A/N: it wasn’t really clingy gabriel but hopefully it was cuddly enough for you as it kind of went in a different direction than i meant it to

Masterlist | Gabriel Masterlist

You should have known he’d be waiting for you the moment you got back to the bunker. Should have known that the second you walked into your room you’d see him there, already under the sheets with that signature grin on his face. The one you’d normally love to see.

But tonight you just weren’t feeling it. You’d had a bad case. The worst case in a long time and you really weren’t feeling up to spending half the night with an archangel between your legs, no matter how fun and pleasurable it was.

Tiredly, you stepped into your bedroom that, low and behold, Gabriel was already occupying. You closed the door, glancing towards him just in time to catch that playful smile on his face, the sheets barely covering him as he waited for you to greet him like you normally did. Which was to throw yourself on him as you never were one to waste time. Not when it came to this anyway.

Only, tonight you didn’t. Tonight you didn’t even acknowledge him with anything more than a half assed smile that you had to force out as you peeled off your blood stained jacket, dumping it straight onto the floor instead of your laundry hamper.

“Baby?” Gabriel sat up a little, brow furrowing over your distant behaviour as this wasn’t like you at all. You hated mess so for you to leave your clothes lying messily about? Well that was the first sign that you weren’t exactly feeling like your usual self.

“Not now, Gabriel.” You sighed breathily, pulling off your t-shirt which quickly joined your jacket in a heap on the floor. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Everything okay?” He asked, growing worried when he got nothing but silence in response as you continued to undress.

The further you moved into the light the more he could see it. That faint redness to your otherwise glistening eyes and the deep, dark circles beneath them that were the starting point for the stains that ran down your cheeks.

Even as you rummaged through your drawer he could still see the way your lip never fully settled, trembling lightly with every quiet breath that parted them and it was clear that you’d more than likely only just finished crying.

“Come here.” He said softly, patting the bed next to him which had another quiet sigh escape your mouth as you misread his intentions.

“I said I’m not in the mood.” You mumbled, clumsily throwing your night shirt over your head and ending up with your arm in the wrong hole, which might have pushed you to the brink had Gabriel not shuffled towards you to help you into it properly.

The second the material sat right on your shoulders his hands moved up, brushing your hair from your face before gently cupping it. His thumbs ghosted lightly across the blackened marks beneath your eyes, watching as they began to shimmer faintly in the dim light of the room.

“Rough day?” Gabriel said quietly, barely a nod of your head answering him as you couldn’t quite find the words to. He moved back across the bed, pulling the cover down and motioning for you to join him.

You were quick to do so, feeling that warmth seep into your body as you nestled yourself next to him, his arm draping around you the instant you settled. His chin landed atop your head, his other arm wrapping tightly around you as you buried your face against his chest, allowing the comfort he brought to fully engulf you.

It was a little strange for you to be like this as Gabriel never was one for cuddles, at least not like this as he happened to like the after sex cuddles you both shared, but that was mainly due to his likeness to see your reaction afterwards.

You weren’t exactly “exclusive” either, given what he was and nothing ever seemed normal with him. But in this moment, as you did nothing but lay in his arms where you could feel the rise and fall of his chest, it felt more normal to you than anything ever had. Only at the same time, you couldn’t help but worry that you were bothering him by being so down.

“You don’t have to stay with me, you know.” You whispered, your voice barely audible for even yourself to hear but luckily for you Gabriel had celestial hearing which meant he heard you perfectly. “If you have better things to do.”

“There isn’t anything better than this, sweetheart.” He said sincerely, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before his cheek came to rest atop it.

You nuzzled your own over his chest, where you could make out the gentle rhythm of his heart beneath your ear. Every quiet beat only brought you more and more comfort. Made you forget the day as the tension slowly faded from your body with every minute you lay there, neither of you saying a word as you simply enjoyed each other's company.

You didn’t know when you’d have this again. This moment. This peace. And so for as long as you were able, you’d be making sure to cherish each moment, as Gabriel was right… There truly was nothing better than this.

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ultratober day 8-9: weapon

this involves the railcannon and this is gabv1el. suggestive so im putting it under the cut. minors DNI with this one

my lizard watched me make this

Is that an electric railcannon in your pocket or ar-- oh. its's...an electric railcannon?

[laniidae-passerine]

y’all heard International Rockstar Lestat but what I heard was Momager Gabrielle

[arjwrites]

arj's 100 follower event xoxoxo <333

hi everyone! thanks so much for 100 followers and welcome to my 100 follower event! i have a fun little idea in store!! this event is open to everyone so request away!!! also trying out a new theme with this post- hope you like it hehehe

the event: over the last few weeks, i've been working on THIS 100 SONG PLAYLIST to celebrate 100 followers! each song has given me some sort of inspiration for a supernatural x reader fic. listen, scroll through and pick your favorite, OR if you're feeling dangerous, put the playlist on shuffle and choose the first song that comes up!! i'll be writing short-ish drabbles for each request <3

the rules: send me: - a song from the playlist - a supernatural character - gn! or fem!reader - any other details you want me to include - NOTE: my regular request rules apply! this event is primarily sfw, but i'll dabble in some spice. minors/ageless blogs/anons pls keep requests sfw!!

i'll update this post with song and character pairings that have been chosen, but feel free to request a song again if you'd like it to be written with a different character! (edit: find all past requests HERE!)

thanks again for 1-0-0 followers everyone! it may seem small but it means the world to me. i hope you all enjoy the event, and i can't wait to write your requests!!!

[supernatural-bias]

𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭

↳ summary: gabriel finds himself again amongst sweet treats, warded bunker walls, and you

↳ warnings: mentions of past character death and gabriels time with asmodeus, characters getting over trauma, etc

↳ song: heat of the moment—asia

masterlist | commissions | carrd

Gabriel was an angel. There was no denying that fact.

Not in the metaphorical sense, or the hypothetical sense, or any other sort of sense. He was an honest to god, grace wielding, smirk wearing, heaven sent angel. You didn't have to peek his true form to know any of that. If anything, you'd seen the ghostly shadow of his wings enough times for you to eye him with trepidation, only for the moment to be broken with a snarky quip and a wink afterwards. 

It wasn't any of those things that made Gabriel angelic in your eyes, though. In fact, the novelty of angels for you had worn off years ago. Ever since Castiel had shown up in that barn, wearing the tannest of tan of trench coats and directing that righteous gaze of his at Dean, you'd found that your capacity for anything biblical had reached its peak. Anything beyond that had been labeled For Later and shoved deep down in a box with everything else disturbing in your life. To say that the box had been full for a while would be an understatement.

When Gabriel had first been outed as Mr. Archangel himself, you'd shrugged. It made enough sense, you'd thought at the time, looking at him from outside the ring of holy fire you and the brothers had set up in that warehouse. He'd made the three of you run around in TV shows all day, and even if he did appear to have penchant for sweets, upon a closer look he defiantly wasn't just a trickster. If Cas could be an angel, all squinted frowns and tilted heads, then why couldn't Gabriel? Not that he really had a reason to lie that day.

It took you a while to forget about golden hair and pink lips. Even more to forget the stench of burned feathers as the owner of them lay dead on a red carpet floor, slain by the hands of his own brother. The years had come and gone since your less than wonderful trip to that hotel, a number of both new and old companions along with them. Some deaths hit harder than the others, and you had more then enough battle scars to prove it. You were still reeling over the death of Crowley when Ketch had showed up in the bunker, Gabriel trailing along after him, all vacant stares and a downturned 

Shame was the first emotion you'd seen from him in years. It was almost appropriate that fear came next.

He'd screamed through bloody stitches for the entire first week. And once Sam had calmed him down enough to get them off, he just refused to speak at all, avoiding everyone gaze as he shut himself in the farthest room down the hall. Under any other circumstance you would have asked why it had to be your room in particular he'd taken refuge in, but the longer your door remained locked and bolted, the more your complaints wilted.

Maybe it was time that helped him to heal, or the knowledge that while he was in the bunker he had three of the deadliest hunters watching his back. A small part of you was selfish enough to think that maybe the sandwiches you'd leave outside his door, just to come back and find missing, was a part of it.

It was only when you'd woken up one day to the smell of waffles coming from the kitchen that you knew Gabriel was back, and this time for the better.

The weeks that followed his return were some of the better one's you'd experienced in nearly half a decade. In between stopping Lucifer twice, as well as the rest of his fucked up family tree, you'd quit taking time for yourself. Little tasks and achievements that seemed insignificant in the face of everything else were suddenly brought back into the limelight per request of Gabriel. Movie marathon nights with buckets of candy, and handmade baked goods were among some of the archangels favorite things to do while stuck in the bunker. At times you wondered if your presence for those things really were necessary, or if Gabriel just liked spending time with you. It wasn't until Dean pointed out that Gabriel was all but back to his normal self that you realized just how impactful your midday rendezvous with the angel had been.

Coming out of the shell Asmodeus had placed him in was hard for him to do, and even harder for you all to watch. He refused to share anything about his time in captivity unless it was of the utmost importance in stopping Lucifer; not that any of you were pushing him to share. If there was anyone out there that could understand the lasting effects that fire and brimstone could leave on someone, it was you three. 

You hadn't been foolish enough to think for a moment that he wasn't still broken, even after he shuffled out of your room all those weeks ago. Gabriel still had his moments, and plenty of them. Moments where he wouldn't speak to anyone, or where his playful energy would dissipate at the first signs of anything demonic. He would often pause in his speaking, like a car radio that had lost it's signal, a set of endless whiskey eyes replaying the worst of the worst for an audience of one while you did your best to pull him out of it.

And while you had seen him get lost in himself enough times to practically write a book on trauma victims, Dean was right. He had been getting better. He'd let himself laugh at jokes more often— your jokes —with that boisterous yelp of his. It was always rushed at first, as if he was going to explode if he didn't get the sound out fast enough, before tampering off into a slow round of chuckles that never failed to bring the corners of your lips up into a smile of their own.

Once you discovered how much you loved his laughter, you started noticing all the other little things about him that filled you with warmth. It was only once you realized that you had begun to seek his company out in the dead of night, your own nightmares from hunts passed plaguing you, that you knew, truly, just how deep in you were.

He cornered you one day while you were putting groceries away, a frantic mess of jumbled nerves and unsure fingers twisting around each other. He said that he'd never had to do this before. That he'd never had trouble getting a read on someone else, on their feelings, like he did with you. His worries could always be solved with a snap of his fingers and a flirty wiggle of his eyebrows; or at least they used to be able to. But you weren't just someone else to him anymore. You hadn't been for a long time, and this time, Gabriel wanted to do things properly.

Sam and Dean would be pissed the next morning when they realized that you'd left the beer sitting out all night. But when you were crossing the kitchen in long strides to reach your angel, hands reaching out to tangle themself in Gabriel's hair for purchase, kissing him like the world really was about to end— you couldn't find it in yourself to care.