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heyyy i wanted to ask if you still write for Jaden Hossler? i have an idea for a Fic and your very good at writing <3

Hey! I've mostly transitioned out of writing for him but feel free to send any ideas to my inbox!

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For the Last Time | Dick Grayson

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just an angsty smut piece for my fav bat boy

~~~

We had split weeks ago, but here he was, silhouetted against my front door. It had been ugly, and the wound still felt raw, but we still gravitated towards each other. Despite the terrible memories that lingered, we always ended up together. For better or for worse. 

“Hi.” My voice comes out whisper quiet and he hesitantly steps inside, nudging the door closed with his foot.

His dark hair falls in front of his eyes and he lifts a hand to push it back behind his ear. 

The air is thick with tension and the words that had gone unspoken. He follows me to the couch, making sure to leave ample space between the two of us. He’s looking at me so intensely that I can’t help but find the bookshelf fascinating.

There is so much to say yet nothing to say at the same time.

I draw my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs. I rest my head on my arms and just take a second to look at him. It’s been too long since he was last on this couch. Even being in his presence had a calming affect. 

“What did you want to talk about?” He asks, playing with his thumbs. He looks up at me quickly and then drops his head.

“You asked to come over.”

He nods and pulls at a loose thread on his shirt. “So then you should pick what we talk about.”

It’s stupid really, we both know what needs to be addressed but for fear of disturbing the calm we’re both tiptoeing around the topic.

I nod at him but still stay quiet.

“I’m sorry. I watched you disappear before my eyes and I was too absorbed in my own head to realize that you needed me. I should have never left you and I should have been someone you could depend on. I let you do everything for us financially and I still expected you to clean up the apartment. I’m sorry. That’s not a partnership and you deserved better.”

It’s everything that I have ever needed to hear from him, but was it too late? The damage had been done.

“Why couldn’t you see that before?” I ask him.

“I was selfish. I was jealous. I didn’t care to and that was wrong of me.”

I choose to stay quiet, knowing that he’s asking for my forgiveness, the problem is that we’d done this before. An apology followed by the exact same behaviors that got us here before. To tell him that I had forgiven him would be a lie and that wouldn’t benefit either of us.

The silence stretches between us and he stands up to stretch. He rolls his neck and the soft crack of the bones fills the air.

“I miss it.” He says softly, looking around the apartment that we had once shared. It had been his home too. More than that though, disguised under his words was that he missed all of it. He missed me.

He sits back down, closer this time. He sits in his usual spot, and he places his hand on my knee. His thumb traces the curve of it gently, as if I might vanish before his very eyes.

We sit in silence for a few minutes until that line of tension snaps and he’s pulling at me just as much as I’m reaching for him. In one swift motion I climb onto his lap, straddling his hips. It’s like we’ve both been allowed to breathe for the first time and neither of us can get enough of it. His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me in so close that there isn’t a millimeter of space between our bodies.

Dick tucks his head into the crook of my neck and lets out a shaky exhale. I’m holding him just as tight. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes, and I sniffle into his shoulder. His fingers drag up and down my back, kneading at the knots that had accumulated without him. He touches me like it might be the last time he ever gets to.

His fingers slip lower, playing with the hem of my shirt. “Is this alright?”

He’s giving me an out but that was the thing, even if I tried to take the out it was inevitable that I would end up right back where I started. Here. With him.

“Yes.”

“Look at me.” He says quietly, his fingers wrap around my jaw, and he angles my face so that I have to look at him. “I love you.”

I duck to avoid his eyes but I whisper it right back to him because that was the only part of this mess that I was certain about.

“Look at me.”

I pry myself out from the crook of his neck, eye contact had never been my strong suit. The second our eyes meet I can feel the impending tears come rushing back. His mouth meets mine and then it’s a mess of teeth and hands and clothing hitting the floor. 

“You’ve lost weight.” He doesn’t say it in a bad way, but he’s acknowledging that our break had been harder on me than he had thought. His voice is laced with concern. “I’m so sorry. You’re tiny.”

He wasn’t wrong, it hadn’t been intentional but whenever I was stressed my hunger pangs would disappear, resulting in my noticeable weight loss. Dick, knew just how much I valued having an athletic physique and the drastic difference had brought tears to his eyes.

“Stop that.”

He doesn’t need me to tell him twice, knowing full well that I won’t talk if I don’t want to, and flips me over. His fingers press me up over the back of the couch and he guides my hips back. He pauses briefly to step out of his shorts but then I feel him right where he belongs.

The physical size difference between us means that we line up perfectly. We moan in unison as he seats himself inside me. His hands press me into the position that he wants and then his right hand tangles in my hair. He yanks it slightly, causing my back to arch and groans, dropping his mouth to my shoulder.

“If you could see the way that you look right now…”

He’s rough with me, in a way that makes my legs weak. It’s weeks of tension that had been building up to this point and neither of us can deny it.

“Please.”

His knee knocks my own further apart and the grip in my hair tightens. We had been doing this long enough for him to know exactly what I need. The new angle has him hitting parts of me that only he can find. 

The force of his thrusts has me pinned to the couch. I sob, holding the couch as if that could keep me grounded. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” My orgasm is approaching rapidly and I open to my mouth to tell him that but it rips through me before I get the chance.

My back arches and my vision goes black, the force of it all renders me completely silent.

“Fuck.” He grits out but he never lets the pace slow. All I can do is hold onto him as he fucks me through it.

~~~

I can already tell that I’ll be sore the next day. Coming off two back-to-back orgasms the oversensitivity was bordering on uncomfortable, but I loved every moment of it.

He’s staring at me through lidded eyes, trained on me like I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. His lips are parted slightly, and his hand is wrapped tightly around the headboard. The veins in his forearm stand out prominently. His other hand dips between us and I can feel my eyes blow wide as he rests two fingers on top of his shaft and peers up at me expectantly. ‘Take it.’ His eyes whisper to me. I was already struggling to take him into me, let alone the long thick fingers he has ready for me.

“You can do it.” He murmurs, and the deep rumble of his voice sends another wave of pleasure through me.

He drops his hand from the headboard, curling it around my hip to hold me in place. I’m drowsy with pleasure but I let my body press closer to his, pulling his fingers and his length into my body.

My head falls back immediately, my eyes rolling back into my head. It’s such an intense feeling that my head empties of any thought that isn’t just him.

He’s moaning underneath me, twitching slightly as if he’s fighting the urge to move inside me.

“Look at you.” He murmurs, curling the fingers that are inside me for emphasis.

I sob, and my nails dig into his chest. He’ll have marks tomorrow that he probably won’t be too pleased about.

“I’m so close baby. You look so good taking me like this.”

My nerves are on fire but I’m still dragging myself across him, watching the way that his face contorts with pleasure. His hips snap up, meeting me halfway every time. His thumb brushes against my clit, adding to the pleasure.

“I-I’m going…”

His body tenses under me and I feel him twitch inside me. I cry out his name, collapsing into his chest as the waves of pleasure roll through me. Dick shudders underneath me, finishing with a few small thrusts.

His fingers slip into my hair and he kneads at the back of my neck. Neither of us is concerned about cleaning up the mess we had created. We were just basking in the pleasure of each other.

“You really love me, don’t you?” He whispers while dragging his fingers through my hair soothingly.

Emotion gathers in my throat and all I can do is nuzzle into his hand and close my eyes. Even though we were together tonight, I still wasn’t sure that I would experience him this gentle with me again. I would enjoy this for as long as I was allowed to have it.

#nightwing smut #nightwing #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #richard grayson #dick grayson smut

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Little Shadow | Azriel Shadowsinger

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She slips out from his shadow, a coy smile on her lips. Where Az was the shadows themselves, she was the fog that rolled in afterwards, only strengthening the shadows. She’s wrapped in Illyrian leathers most of the time but today she’s wearing a backless black gown, dark hair braided into two on the sides of her head. There are pieces pulled free from her braids to frame her face. It’s long, falling past her waist. Silver jewelry is braided into her hair. Her eyes are bright, almost untamed.

The dress is similar to Feyre’s Court of Nightmares, featuring a slit that ran up all the way to her hip. The olive skin of her long legs is entrancing. The material clings to her body and every eye is on her tonight. Her strap up heels are a shimmering gold.

Her skin is covered in glimmering gold lines. He had his seven siphons, but she was the siphon. The blaschko lines of her body that were normally invisible were visible. It was like the condition, epidermal navis. The lines of power displayed clearly on her skin in gold, making it seem as if she was glowing the way I siphon would.

Behind her neck is a tattoo of a set of wings. Her wings.

Two long scars run down her back, visible over the top of her backless gown. She’s Rhys’s baby sister, second in line for the throne if anything were to happen to him. Though she had no interest in taking over for Rhys.

She’d once had wings before they were cleaved off by Tamlin and his father many years ago. The scars are deep but flush with her back like they had literally been wrenched out of her back.

She was an Illyrian with phantom wings.

She had the vaguest memories of flying though she doesn’t miss it as much as she does in her dreams when she remembers.

The high lord of the Spring Court and his son had left her wings for Rhysand to find, along with the body of their mother. It had been over a hundred years before she had returned to her home in the Night Court.

The pair orbit each other, guarding the other one. Azriel was the quiet one but so was she most of the time. They’re always touching each other or whispering into the others’ ear. There’s an air of ethereal beauty to the two of them, two people that had experienced horrors that few others could even imagine.

The two of them were dangerous apart, but lethal together.

She moves to Feyre’s side, whispering something in her high lady’s ear and Azriel’s burning gaze follows her the whole time. Unknowingly, he shifts his body in her direction. A mirror to his shadow. He’s constantly assessing her body language, scanning her vicinity for threats.

The pair were loyal to their court and high lord and lady, but they would always be most loyal to each other.

She moves away from Feyre and is immediately approached by a High Fae male; his hand touches her elbow, and she jerks away from him. He reaches for her again and Azriel moves forward. He’s by her side in half a second but he doesn’t interfere, knowing that she can handle the unwanted advances herself.

Unless she asked him to, he would not overstep.

The next time his hand darts out she grabs his wrist, twisting hard. The blaschko lines on her arms flare. The High Fae makes a noise low in his throat and that lofty composure falters. He backs away quickly, casting Azriel a glare.

It’s Nesta that approaches them next, harping on them about the High Fae that the pair had just chased off.

Azriel’s mate tolerates Nesta but only because she was Rhys’s sister. Only because she loved both Feyre and Cassian. Even so, she knew one thing. Nesta was a raging bitch.

Azriel rolls his eyes and pulls her to him finally, his lips ghost over hers. Soft music begins to play from somewhere and Azriel pulls her to the floor. He rests a hand on her lower back, just under her scars and begins to sway her.

She smiles up at him and Azriel knows that nothing in the world will ever compare to the moments spent with her.

#acotar #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel smut #azriel acosf

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Amarantha’s Whore | Rhysand Night

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He drops his head to that spot between your neck and shoulder. His breathing is ragged. He’s holding you like he is afraid to let go but afraid to go any further. Like if he lets you away from him for one second it might all be a dream and he was still... there.

Rhys had gotten back only a few hours ago, he’d sought you out first but before he could have you fully alone, he needed to see his brothers. The inner circle. His eyes had been wide, and you could tell that he was holding back tears. It was hard enough being away from his family and mate for fifty years, but it was another thing to not see the light of day or dark of night for the same amount of time. Once everyone had gotten their time with him, he had pulled you into the room the two of you shared before Amarantha.

You had barely moved any of his things in that room, needing it to feel like he was still there even if he wasn’t. He had looked around and around, as if he couldn’t quite believe that he was back in this room.

He sits on the edge of the bed and looks up at you sadly. “While I was there...” He starts, and his voice cracks.

You already know what he’s going to explain to you. He’d been with you before...

‘Amarantha’s whore’ reverberates around your skull. You already know he was forced into doing horrible things with her. Satisfying her so that she wouldn’t think to look in the direction of Velaris. Of you.

The guilt that you knew he was feeling, even if it wasn’t warranted, about being with you after her...

“I...” He makes to try to explain the horrors into words, but you shush him and step forward, raking your hands through his sable hair.

“There is nothing for you to apologize for Rhys. I understand that you didn’t have a choice. You are a good person. Nothing that she made you do with her changes how I feel about you.”

“But you’re my mate and I... with someone else... I...”

He drops his head against your chest and lets the tears fall freely with you. There’s not much you can do to make it better for him. The sudden absence of the mountain would be a hard change for anyone.

“I need you to see. I-I need you to understand. What I did...”

You nod and let his fingers brush your forehead while simultaneously the soft stroke of a hand touches your mind. No part of you wanted to see him with Amarantha but if this is what he needed then you would be okay. For him. For Rhysand. For your high lord.

The images begin to flood your mind, Amarantha cornering him in a dark hallway. Her naked form draped over him as he stared up at the ceiling, sadness in his eyes. You see her arguing with him because he wasn’t always able to stay erect or to finish with her. The look in his eyes is haunting, and you can feel the tears coming, for everything that he had gone through. He shows you everything, no matter how graphic and you appreciate his honesty.

When the images come to an end, he can’t even look at you. His shoulders shake with silent tears. All that you can do is wrap your arms around him. He presses his face into the crook of your neck.

“I understand Rhys.” You whisper to him while stroking the back of his head. “I don’t hold any of that against you. Our mating bond? It hasn’t been affected. I love you the same as I always have. I promise you that Rhysand.”

“I am yours.” He murmurs softly. “And you are mine.”

#acotar #rhysand #a court of thorns and roses #Rhysand x reader #Rhysand

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Blinks | Brian O'Conner

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It was known throughout the entire crew that losing a car would hurt just as much as losing a person. We all knew that we had formed bonds with our cars in ways that no one would understand until they experienced it themselves. The second you sat in the driver’s seat; the car became an extension of yourself. The two of you were one, biological and material parts meshed together.

I’m on my knees, my hands are resting on top of my thighs, palms upward. The tears that seep from my eyes burn. Someone is crying so, so loud. There are hands on my shoulder’s keeping me from falling forward. I can’t even keep myself upright… 

How had this happened? One second, I had been speeding down the mountain pass, and the next I was scrambling away from the burning wreckage.

The entire engine bay is in flames, thick plumes of smoke spiral up into the sky. His horn blares loudly. Both blinkers still flash at me and the last remaining headlight peers at me. I can smell my car burning, chunks of flames fall to the ground around it. He was so strong, holding on as long as he could. My car has reached its end though and the horn stutters before it cuts out completely. The remaining headlight goes dark, as if someone had just blown out a candle. Almost immediately, his blinkers go dark. The last blinks… his final goodbye as he went willingly to wherever the souls of cars go.

It's utterly silent now, except for the crackling of the flames and my sobs. The trees spiral high into the sky on all sides, almost sealing us from the world. A private death. He had sacrificed himself to save my life.

I can feel my boyfriend behind me, his fingers rubbing at the back of my neck soothingly. Brian had lost his eclipse earlier in the year, so he understood everything that was running through me. I had been building this car for just under two years. I had dumped thousands of dollars into it, replacing every part of a sixteen-year-old car that I could. And beyond everything, I had walked through life every day with this car by my side. My first car.

Every time I had needed a release, something to keep me sane, I would drive. There is no better partnership than a driver and their car. No one would ever know the car the way the driver would. But what is a driver without their car? Nothing.

~~~

Brian

She sobs, she’s desperate, just trying to get to her car. I tighten my grip on her, whispering to her. All she wants is to throw herself into the flames. She pulls and strains against my hold and part of me worries that she might bruise under my fingers. I can see the life slowly leaving her car. There would be no coming back from a fire of that magnitude. 

“Please Brian. Please!”

It’s quite possibly one of the saddest things that I have ever seen. Her car holds on as long as possible, crying for help but proud that it had fulfilled its promise of keeping her safe. There was barely a scratch on her. She’s sobbing so hard that I’m worried she’ll forget to breathe. 

Hopefully, the rest of the crew would arrive with extinguishers soon. Maybe then she would be able to save something from the car. We could build another car, but it couldn’t just be any car. When choosing a car there was a feeling, that if it was right, it would just feel right. 

I had taught her how to drive manual in this car all those years ago, we had had out first kiss standing on top of it. All of that, ripped away in a single second. Gone.

“Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay…” She whispers, so quiet and broken by her hiccupping breaths that I can barely hear it. 

When the crew finally arrives, she is just sitting on the pavement staring numbly at the still burning frame of her first car. Her eyes are dry, having already spent all the tears, but there is a haunted look to them. As if, a part of her burned right along with her car.

Thick foam from the extinguishers coats the engine bay and the front fenders. The flames do not give up easily, fighting to stay alight. She watches the whole process in the same spot that she had been in for over an hour now.

When the flames are finally gone and all that is left is the ash, she stands up. She picks her way over to the corpse and then lowers herself to the ground in front of the frame. Her forehead falls forward, landing on the car’s bumper. She presses her palm flat against it.

It’s a hauntingly beautiful picture. A last goodbye.

I let her take as much time as she needs but it is getting cold. I shrug off my jacket and approach her slowly. I drape it over her shoulders and lean down to press a kiss to her temple. I use the back of my hand to brush the tears from her face and then brush the stray strands of her hair away from her eyes.

“If you knew it was your last drive, would you have still gone?”

“Yes.” She whispers, without hesitation.

#brian oconner #brian o'conner imagine #brian o'conner x reader #fast and furious #paul waker #paul walker x reader

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Shadows | Azriel Shadowsinger

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Azriel’s lips ghost over the column of her throat. She’s whining underneath him already. They had finally caught a break from all the treaty preparations and were making the most of it. She has her fingers intertwined with the hair at the back of his neck. Azriel is nestled between her thighs keeping a slow sensual pace. A pace that would not last.

“Az, please.” She whines.

It’s taking a lot of restraint for him, but he missed his mate, and he wants to show her that. He captures her lips in a fierce kiss, his hand presses her thigh to her chest to deepen the angle.

She tugs on his hair, her other hands scratching at his chest.

“More.”

That’s all it takes for his self-control to snap. He pulls out of her quickly and flips her over so that she is on her stomach. His scarred hands maneuver her so that she’s pressed into his chest while he presses back into her. He nudges his knee between her legs, knocking them apart so that she is spread open for him.

The absence of him is so brief that she doesn’t even have time to whine at him. He starts up a brutal pace, focused solely on her pleasure. The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room, combined with her whines of pleasure.

She knew better than to try to stifle her moans with him, knowing that the noises she made spurred him on. Azriel is staring down at her breasts. They bounce with every hard thrust into her. He still finds it hard to believe that he had been blessed with her.

She’s warm and wet, wrapped so tightly around him that he can barely think straight. She’s intoxicating. He can’t get enough of her; all he wants to do is feel every inch of her body. 

He dips his head to her ear, “You look so good taking me like this.”

Her body quivers and she stifles a sob.

Azriel dips a hand between her legs, pressing his thumb into the bundle of nerves there. He lets his index and middle finger dip lower to feel where they are connected. 

“Az!”

He groans, knowing that the noises he made turned her on just that much more. “So good sweetheart.”

She’s moving with him, bouncing to make it easier on him but also because she is desperate for her release. It’s growing quickly, making her toes curl with need.

His shadows are wrapped around her neck, gentle enough to not cut off any air but firm enough that she’s aware of it. Her back is arched and her head rests on his shoulder.

The door flies open and Mor whisks into the room holding armfuls of clothing. She’s so busy talking about swatches and necklines that she doesn’t immediately realize what is happening before her.

“Oh!” Her eyes finally land on Azriel and his mate and almost drops and armful of dresses. Her eyes are wide but there’s a smile on her lips. “Sorry guys! I’ll check back later. You guys have fun!”

She’s not embarrassed, she’s grinning at the pair as if he wasn’t still buried in his mate. Her eyes land on Azriel’s shadows, wrapped around the delicate line of her throat. She points a manicured red nail at the shadows and raises a perfect eyebrow. “That’s hot. Let me know if there’s ever room for one more!”

The door clicks shut and Azriel snakes one hand around to her front, the other wrapping in her hair.  His palm squeezes her mound of flesh and the pair resume from exactly where they left off.

#azriel acosf #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel smut

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Devil’s Lettuce | Azriel Shadowsinger

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Azriel had a love-hate relationship with weed. On one hand, he felt like it took away his focus and didn’t leave his mind as sharp as it was when he was sober. But, at the same time it drowned out any emotions, unwanted feelings, and those dreadful voices in his head. It let him relax and be fully present in the moment instead of off in the distance with his shadows.

He's lounging on the white cloud sofa that is nestled into the corner of his room in Rhys’s townhouse. His feet are kicked up on the glass table, boots strewn across the rug. It’s dark outside though the city of Velaris is still teeming with life.

She’s lying next to him, her head propped up on his left thigh. Her hair is splayed out around her like a dark halo. Her eyes are closed though her movements are still fluid. She holds the freshly rolled joint between her pointer and middle finger.

He’d watched her light it, bringing the roll to her lips and cupping her other hand around the flame of the lighter. She inhales so that the flame catches on the dry leaves. It wasn’t supposed to look seductive, but it was. 

She takes a long drag, chest rising with the movement. She holds the vapor in before she exhales softly and the plume of smoke falls from her lips. He brings a scarred hand up, his fingertips brush her lips out of habit, and she shivers under his touch. 

Azriel swallows, that familiar feeling stirring up in his gut. She delicately hands him the joint and he does as she had. It tastes earthy and the slow burn in his lungs indicate when he should release his breath. He can feel the effects taking hold of him. He would never trust himself to be in this state with anyone other than her. Though sometimes he thought that it might be useful to approach the world this way. It could help him as Rhysand’s spymaster.

The tension slowly drains out of his shoulders, and he rests his palm on top of her head. His fingers work through the strands of her hair, and he extends the joint back out to her.

She giggles and pushes his hand away. “I’m a lightweight remember.”

He nods and takes another drag. Today, he likes the effects of the drug. He’d been thinking all too much and his high paired with the presence of her meant that he was only half as worried as he normally was.

She arches into his hand like a cat waiting to be pet. His heart warms immediately and his shadows have receded as if they didn’t want to make an appearance.

“Az.” she says it softly, like a sigh. “I want sugar.”

He laughs and stretches forward to pluck two cupcakes from the plate in front of them. She sits up slowly, wrapping a blanket around herself in the process.

It’s a delicious cupcake. He knows because he’s eaten two already and he would have to avoid Elain’s baking for weeks to avoid gaining weight. Cassian would never let him here the end of it if he found out.

She’s just as into the sweet treats and the sugar is making her into a giggly toddler. Azriel, for as dark and gloomy as he always was, loved that light in his life that was her. She almost rolls off the couch because she’s laughing so hard. He didn’t entirely know why but it made her happy, so he was happy.

Azriel slept the best when he was high. His head would hit the pillow and in minutes he would be fast asleep. The dreams would stay far away from him, and he would sleep until the late afternoon. He’d wake up slightly dazed but would roll over to find her and allow himself to have a late start to the day. That’s exactly how it went that night. After hours of giggling and two relighting’s of the joint later, she fell asleep halfway draped over him and he let sleep take hold of him as well.

#azriel shadowsinger #velaris #night court #azriel acotar #azriel acosf #azriel

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Fast and Furious Masterlist

Brian O'Conner

Counterparts

Blinks

Leon

None... yet!

#fast and furious #the fast and the furious #fast 7 #brian oconner #paul walker x reader #Paul waker #leon #Johnny tran #jdm

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Counterparts | Brian O’Conner

The night air is warm, almost comforting. The city of Los Angeles seemed to have decided to go to sleep tonight. The city, normally bustling with life, was quiet, peaceful. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks up at the moon.

I’m standing in front of Mercy Park’s garage checking the oil level of my bike. My brother Logan is lingering by the bay doors, rearranging a stack of Husky jacks that really did not need to be rearranged. He was skeptical about me going riding with someone outside of our crew, but I had known Brian for years.

He drove with Dominic Toretto. Toretto’s crew were technically our rivals as we worked out of the same part of LA. Though Dom and Kaneko, the leader of the Mercy Park Crew, had come to an agreement to coexist.

We’d decided to leave the JDM’s at home tonight. It was perfect weather to take the bikes out and we’d both been neglecting the machines.

         The loud thrum of Brian’s bike alerts me that he is around the corner. I glance at Logan and narrow my eyes at him, begging him to go back inside and talk to Toby or Ximena. He was ridiculously worried about Brian considering his girlfriend’s dad was the cop who had almost brought us all in. 

Brian comes around the corner and pulls into the garage’s parking lot. He nudges the kickstand out with his right booted foot and then turns the key in the ignition to shut the machine off. He tugs his helmet off, revealing his blonde curls and striking blue eyes. The smile that he aims at me is intoxicating.

He dismounts his bike and crosses the distance towards me. I open my arms for him immediately. His arms go around my waist, and I loop mine around his neck. He smells like oil mixed with an earthy undertone. Brian holds me for a good minute before he steps back and flashes me with that grin again. 

“It’s been too long.” He glances over your shoulder and raises his hand in a wave, “Hey Logan!”

I hear the garage door close and know that my brother has finally left us alone.

“You look good.” I murmur back to him. And he does, he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. He has his steel toes on and a thin gold chair dangles around his neck. He’s showered recently, his hair bearing the signs of water. Though somehow there is a dirt smudge just under his jaw, as if he just can’t quite seem to stay away from the grime of working on cars.

Brian pokes the tip of my nose with his index finger and then glances at the garage behind me. He tilts his head in the direction of the street. Even though both crews were on good terms did not mean that we should be hanging out together in broad view.

I pull my hair into a loose braid before sliding my helmet on. Brian starts his bike again, throwing a leg over. He maneuvers it backwards so that he can pull back out onto the road. It’s currently wrapped in white with the signature Toretto decals on the gas tank.

My own bike, a Kawasaki Ninja is blacked out. I went for stealth. The machine roars to life underneath me. Brian nods in my direction and together we rev the engines before taking off down the road.

I let Brian lead; I didn’t mind where we went as long as I would get an adrenaline rush. He takes us through a few side streets before we hit the ramp to the highway. He turns his head, checking to make sure that I am still behind him.

The second he confirms that I am still following behind him like his little shadow, he tucks and takes off down the empty highway. My heart soars as I accelerate after him. The red needle on my speedometer quickly craws into the triple digits.

We’re absolutely soaring, breaking felony speeds, but neither of us have plates. The wind whips his t-shirt around, making the fabric crawl upward so it bunches around his chest and exposes the hard planes of muscle. 

There aren’t many people out on the highway, but we weave through the ones that are. We’re perfectly in sync, reading each other’s movements without needing to communicate. I give the throttle a little more and go surging past him, but only for a moment. He overtakes me. It continues like this for miles, each of us going for the lead. The city is a blur around us.

I outstretch a hand to the wind, feeling the way it pushes my arm back in because of the speed. Anyone who saw us together must have been in awe, we give off an almost ethereal aura. Yin and Yang. Light and dark. One and the same.

We were brothers. But bound by more than blood. We were twins as well. Counterparts. Gangster princes of the city we met.

No amount of words could describe the perfection of the moment between the two of us. A picture would do no justice.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins, one mistake and we would be dead, but there was no fear. Only the urge to go faster, to push the limits. That was the thing about Brian, he understood. That if speed was to lead to our demise, we would go out smiling.

Almost too soon, Brian drops a hand to his side, signaling that he is going to take the next exit ramp. He leans into the turn and checks once more, that I’m behind him. We maneuver down a few side roads and then come to a stop atop a hill. The stars are bright tonight, almost defying nature. 

Brian dismounts his bike first, and then he’s in front of me. I haven’t even finished setting up my kickstand before his hands are pulling my helmet off and his lips are brushing against mine. I sigh into him, trusting that I can tip toe the bike and kiss him back. It’s like a weight has been lifted off of my chest

He pulls away but rests his forehead against mine, his fingers brush the strands of hair that had escaped my braid back behind my ears. “I missed you.”

The only response I can find is to pull him back towards me. There wasn’t much time to spare for either of us, both crews were constantly traveling for boosts, but the time that we did have together… we savored it. Loyalties to the crews aside, the two of us would always come back to one another.

#the fast and the furious #fast and furious #paul walker #dominic toretto #brian oconner #ride or die #jdm #Paul walker x reader #brian o'conner #brian o'conner x reader #brian o'conner smut #brian o'conner imagine

[echoalyssa]

First Heat | Brett Talbot

Warnings: Unprotected sexual Intercourse and crude language. Please do not interact if you are under 18. Alpha Brett x 1st person Reader

Brett can’t think straight. Every single part of his body felt like it was on fire, crawling with need. It’s under his skin, an itch that can never actually be itched. A thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead, and he pants, feeling all too hot considering it’s the middle of an autumn night.

Scott had wanted to lock him up. To prevent him from coming in contact with anyone, even if they were inside the pack. Brett had been an alpha for less than a few weeks, which was adjustment enough. Scott had not wanted to fill Brett in on why he should be locked away, but the message could be found in all of Scott’s anxious whispering.              Brett would go into heat. And the only way to relieve it…

Scott hadn’t been successful in locking up the new Alpha. He had gone missing just before Scott could get to him, his heat beginning earlier than expected. 

Brett isn’t entirely sure where he’s going. He just knows that he can’t stop himself. He passes house after house, looking for something but his brain is too foggy to tell him where he’s going. He groans softly as the minutes pass, growing more desperate than he had been previously.

He rounds a corner, almost smacking into a streetlamp because he’s so distracted. And then he sees the house and he can’t enter the house fast enough.

~~~

The music is cranked up high, almost too high. It’s just warm enough in the house that I can wear only a thin oversized t-shirt and a thin black thong. Considering the season, I can’t complain. I’m attempting to rearrange my bookshelves, which had seemed like a much easier task before I had begun. It has to be at least two hundred and fifty books, separated into piles on the floor and my desk.

I pull another stack of books from the shelf, wandering past piles to determine where the books in my arms should be sorted. As much work as it was, I could probably do it forever. Something about the smell and feel of the books was comforting.

My music stops playing, and I turn around to reach for my phone. I stop short, a scream halfway up my throat. Brett is standing in the doorway to my bedroom, his knuckles are white as he grips the frame of my door. He stares at me, eyes glazed slightly but flared red. His eyes roam up and down my body. His chest heaves with his breath as he slowly sidles closer to me.

Something is wrong. I can feel it.

“Brett?” I ask, “What are you doing here?” 

He doesn’t respond. He instead circles me, his eyes catch on the hem of my t-shirt, hitting at the tops of my thighs. This wasn’t the Brett I knew. There had to be a reason that my Alpha had entered my house in the middle of the night unbeknownst to me. 

His eyelids flutter when I look at him and I can see something there. Something wild and animalistic. He moves towards me again, so close now that I can feel his body heat radiating from him. The tips of Brett’s fingers touch my wrist, and he gives me a saccharine smile. My Alpha trails his fingers up my arm, continuing until he wraps them around the column of my throat. His thumb strokes the pulse point there.

Brett dips his head to the notch of my throat and inhales slowly, his body shivering in reaction. It hits me then. I knew exactly why he was acting like this. Brett was experiencing his first heat as an Alpha. The heats that Alpha’s experienced were more extreme, they lasted longer. He would be insatiable for the next week.

I swallow hard. “Brett.”

It’s useless, I knew. I knew that he was past reasoning. 

He’s kissing up my jaw now, his other hand coming up to snake around my body and pull me flush to him. “You smell so good.” His voice is a breath-y moan.

It’s as if a switch is flipped because he had been holding back before. Something in my scent had pushed him over the edge. He brings his hand up, wrapping his fingers around my jaw to get me to look up at him. “I won’t be able to stop.” He warns.

I suck in a breath and look into his eyes, searching for a trace of him behind his unrivaled desire. Brett is my Alpha, but he was also my friend, and his heat would be excruciating if he wasn’t able to relieve himself.

I tilt my head up to meet him, and that is all he needs. He surges forward, grabbing my face to press our lips together. The world stills for a second and all I can think about is him and this fortuitous happening that had gotten us here. 

The kiss is open-mouthed and desperate. His hands are everywhere, not able to touch enough of me fast enough. He walks us both backwards until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. In between his kisses I catch sight of his claws, starting to peek out as he fights his shift.

He uses the tips of his fingers to slice the thin strap of my thong and it falls to my ankles. His hands press up under my shirt and he grabs a handful of me under the shirt. I gasp, my back arching off the bed and into him. Something primal and old in me just wants me to give myself over completely to him. He’s rutting against me and the more that he does the more my legs fall open for him.

“Please, Brett.”

That’s all the convincing he needs. Brett growls low in his throat and then pulls away to shove his shorts and boxers down his legs. He’s back on me in a second. I don’t even have time to take in his size before I feel the head of him press against my entrance.

He presses his lips to mine and with one fluid stroke of his hips… he takes me. I gasp, nails fighting for purchase on his back in response to the sheer length of Brett Talbot.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

The pace he starts is brutal. He pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, turning his head to kiss at the inside of my calf. All I can do is hold on to him and stare at where are bodies are connected.

His abs flex with each thrust and he’s chewing on his lip, staring down at me with a certain expression that I can’t quite place.

“Been thinking… thinking about you for…”

He rips out of me suddenly and I whine at the loss of contact. In a flash he’s flipped me around so that I am on my stomach. Brett wraps and arm around my hips to hold me in place while his other hand pulls my ass cheeks apart so that he can get a better view of him entering me again.

I cry out for the second time, fisting the sheets underneath me.

“So deep!”

“Look so fucking pretty like this baby. S-stay right there.” He whispers it against the shell of my ear, and it makes my breath catch.

With one hand on the back of my neck he presses me into the mattress, angling me so that the angle is to his liking. Then, once again he resumes his brutal pace. I can feel the threshold of pleasure drawing closer. It trails up my spine, just out of reach.

“Please, Brett!”

He snakes a hand around the curve of my hip, and it trails down down down until it hits that sensitive spot. I stifle a sob into the comforter below me.

I’m close. I’m so close. 

“You can do it baby. Make me proud. Come on baby, cum for me.”

I scream, my fingernails clutching at the sheets below me. My core is pulsing around him, over and over as I gasp for breath. He tucks himself against my back, still working me through my orgasm with his thumb and brutal pace. The following moans that slip from my mouth are sinful. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cum this hard, let alone at the hands of a man.

Brett doesn’t even wait for the shaking to subside. He removes his fingers from between my legs and grabs a fistful of my hair at the scalp. He tugs my head up, working my body into just the right position. 

The tidal wave of pleasure is flying back to me already. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin as he works towards his own release. He drops his head to mine to start whispering those filthy little words again and that is all it takes for me to reach ecstasy for the second time. It knocks me silent, and I arch off the bed. My eyes roll back into my head and all I can say is his name over and over again like a prayer.

Brett is close behind me, managing to drill into that sacred spot deep inside me before his hips stutter and the most guttural noise leaves his mouth. He holds my hips firm against his and presses close to me, ensuring that every inch of him is sheathed in me. I can feel the thick ropes of him release into me, so much that I knew the sheets would be utterly ruined.

Brett lands a slap on my ass as he shudders again, his release drawn out more than he is used to. It takes time for me to float back to reality after two of the strongest orgasms of my life. My thoughts are jumbled, floating just far away enough that I can’t reach them. All I know is the Alpha still buried balls deep inside me from behind.

“I’m… stuck.”

That draws me back somewhat and I peer over my shoulder at him, watching him stare down at where we are connected.

“What do you mean?”

“I…” He moves to draw his hips back and I hiss at the sudden sharp tug. “I knotted you…”

I wrack my brain, trying to decipher his words. Vaguely I remember Scott mentioning that an Alpha would knot his mate to ensure offspring.

I force down the rising panic that is climbing my throat. “For how long?”

“I-I don’t know. This has never happened to me before.”

I nod and take a breath to calm myself. It would be fine. I was on birth control, and I didn’t mind Brett keeping me full. It was fine. I can feel sleep trying to pull me under, so I let my body relax.

Brett lays draped over my back, his mouth pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder blades as he waits for the swelling to go down. He tests the connection every couple of minutes, drawing a gasp from me each time. I can tell that his release has cleared his head slightly but the longer he has to recover, the less lucid he becomes. 

I’m perfectly sated and spent, feeling as if I could sleep for the foreseeable future. However, this was a week-long event. When the swelling finally does go away, he slips out of me slowly. Brett licks a line up my body and when he clears my clavicle, he’s ready to go again. Those red eyes peering at me with lust already.

#brett talbot imagine #brett talbot x reader #brett talbot smut #cody saintgnue #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #brett talbot

[echoalyssa]

ANGSTY Pietro Maximoff

He'd been so annoyed with her lately. He couldn't put his finger on why he just knew that he couldn't be around her. He shouldn't be annoyed with her. She looked at him like he was her world with those big brown eyes.

She'd worked hard all week, pulling overtime shifts and then she would sacrifice her sleep to stay awake with him. Then, when the weekend came around she would patiently wait for him to wake up and then want to spend the day with him before he would leave to hang out with his friends.

He should love that she does that... but he doesn't.

They also weren't having sex, he'd made it clear that he didn't want that. Partially because of his annoyance and partially for a reason that he just couldn't put his finger on.

Pietro kisses her before he leaves for the gym, annoyed because she tries to kiss him again and he just wants to leave. Her eyes start to water and all he can think is 'God. She's fucking crying again.'

He's deep into his workout when he feels a hand on his shoulder. It's a girl his age, smiling down at him.

"Can I work in?" She asks.

Pietro's girlfriend would not be okay with this but he's upset with her and so he says yes.

The girl, who introduces herself as Ella, is clearly attracted to him. She makes a point to touch him at any chance that she gets. He shouldn't like it, but he does.

So when they're walking out together she follows him to his car and climbs into his backseat.

Pietro is completely sober but he follows her in.

The second the door shuts she is climbing on top of him, pulling at her clothes, pulling at his clothes. He's perfectly willing, kissing her back. Though if he tries to think back on it, he doesn't remember much.

The windows fog with their combined breaths and Pietro is aware that the girl he is having sex with isn't his girlfriend but he doesn't shove Ella off.

Later, he drives home... back to his girlfriend.

She's sitting on the couch reading a book when he gets home. His heart sinks and he realizes what he's done.

She looks up at him with the brightest smile he thinks he's ever seen and all he can do is fall to his knees in front of her.

That beautiful smile of hers is disappearing and being replaced by a worried look.

"Piet? What's wrong?"

The tears come hard and fast and he hates himself. All she had ever done was care for and love him.

"Piet...?"

If he could cry any harder, he would. He grips her leg and presses his face into her thigh. He has to tell her. She deserved that much.

"A-at the gym..."

She's rubbing his back, giving him time to formulate his thoughts, she would never do it again.

"I l-love you." He cries out.

She whispers it back and he can feel her heartbeat racing.

"You'll n-never f-f-forgive me."

"What did you do?"

He spills then, tells her what he did. He begs her, promises to never do it again. It's too late, her expression hardens and she stands up. Her fingernails are leaving little crescents in the skin on her arm and she's shaking but she looks him dead in the eyes.

"Goodbye Pietro."

She leaves him on the ground. The love of his life leaves her own apartment to get away from him.

He'll never be the same, she left with a piece of his heart. And the only person to blame is himself.

~~~

It's been months but he still visits her at work. He brings his nephews and pretends that they just want to play at the trampoline park. He doesn't say anything to her besides the normal customer employee talk.

It's not healthy for him to be visiting her like this, for either of them. She never tells him to stop but she never looks at him.

For the first couple of weeks she is visibly broken, bags under her eyes, she's skinnier than she should be.

He keeps going though, even after his nephews decide they've had enough he bribes them to keep going.

Eventually she starts to look better, he catches her smiling at her phone or with a coworker. Then one day, years later, he spots the engagement ring on her finger.

He stares at it for too long because there is no one else for him and as much as he wants to be happy for her... it could have been him.

He doesn't say anything to her but he has to sit in the bathroom to compose himself.

A couple more years pass with the same routine, she stays at the same job. The next time he shows up he notices something different about her, she's glowing.

His eyes travel lower and he sees the baby bump. His heart pounds but he forces himself to smile at her because she deserves a beautiful life with or without him.

Then, a month later he stops by again desperate to lay eyes on the girl he had been pining over since he ruined her.

There's a different girl at the desk this time. He can't help himself.

"Where is Y/N today? She always works Mondays."

"She just finished out her two weeks. She moved to Nashville."

It hits him right then and there. He had been barely surviving with the glimpses of her every other month and now she was gone.

She had moved on but he just couldn't.

Nobody would ever compare to her and he had ruined it with her. Destroyed her and left her to pick up the pieces. He might never forgive himself.

~~~

He sees the post on Facebook. He's been alive for eight decades now and he still thinks about her. It's a post about her memorial. She had passed the night before. Pietro hadn't seen her in five and a half decades but he can still picture her perfectly in his head. He can hear her voice exactly as if she was right next to him.

He decides then that he has to say goodbye. He wouldn't disturb her family, she had had grandkids even.

Finally Pietro is standing at her grave, staring at her headstone. He's crying silent tears for the woman that he gave up. He hasn't been able to pry himself away from her final resting spot until he hears the voices of children.

Out of respect for her and the life she led he steps away, wandering down the trail and wiping at his eyes.

The group of people didn't see him. They replace him at her grave. It's a group of kids and their parents. The last to arrive is an elderly man, using a cane to hold himself up.

The way that he sits at her grave makes it obvious to him that that was her husband. She was so so loved and despite the pain he feels, he's happy because she died happy.

It's the perfect ending to life for her and that is all that he needs.

He whispers a prayer to her and then leaves her family to the grave.

#pietro maximoff imagine #pietro x reader #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver imagine

[echoalyssa]

Hey I don‘t know if you write about this but imagine Marcus baker x reader in the scene where Ginny sh but reader instead and instead of the fight maybe „the talk“ about the sh with Marcus helping the reader :]

Trigger Warning: Self Harm

Marcus had gotten there just in time. He's crouched next to his girlfriend. She's curled up against her bedroom door with her pants around her ankles and her lighter on the floor next to her.

She'd been very honest with him so he knows about her scars and her trauma though recently it had been getting worse. He wishes that she would just reach out to him but he understands that she does it to cope. To her it isn't a choice.

If he could he could shoulder all her pain.

He's the only one that knows so he feels responsible sometimes even though her sobriety was her responsibility too. He wishes that she was ready to reach out for help but he knows that all he can do right now is support her.

He pockets her lighter and pulls her into his arms. His fingers drag through her hair and he shushes her cries. He lets his girlfriend cry for as long as she needs to, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of his hand.

"I'm tired of hurting." She whispers to him.

His thumb drags over the raised scars littering the insides of her thighs.

"I wish you didn't have to hurt."

She sniffles and pushes her face into his neck, letting out a shaky breath.

"I'm always here for you Y/N. I know how alone you must feel but I would drop everything for you. Are you sure you don't want to tell your parents? They might be able to get you help."

She shakes her head aggressively so he relents.

He laces their fingers together and brings her hand up to kiss the back of it.

"Did you try the color breathing?"

She nods. "It feels like I'm choking on colors."

He laughs at this because that was essentially what it was.

"What coping skills work best for you?"

"None of them Marcus. That's the problem."

He'd been researching coping skills for the past couple of weeks and then teaching his girlfriend but none of them were really doing it for her.

"I'll keep looking." He promises.

She tells him how much she appreciates him sticking around and it makes his heart hurt. She was broken yes, but that wasn't her entire personality.

"You're so strong." He tells her. "I admire you so much. I stick around because I love you and your self harm does not define you. It's not selfish to ask for help baby."

She hugs him just a little tighter and he knows they'll make it through this together. He'll never leave her side for as long as she lets him be there.

#marcus baker x reader #marcus baker imagine #marcus baker #ginny and georgia #felix mallard

[echoalyssa]

soft Pietro Maximoff with an innocence kink??

I can't say that I know what an innocence kink is lmaoo but if you send me the definition I can try!

[echoalyssa]

Hi! I don't know if you are accepting requests right now and if you're not I'm really sorry to bother you.

Some time ago I made a request for a Chase Hudson imagine where he cheats on the reader, I was re-reading it and saw that you said it was fun to write it so I was hoping you could write a part 2 and/or even rewrite it in a different way.

Hey! It’s been published. Read part two HERE!

[echoalyssa]

hello! Can we get a part two of this ask? Thx! “Hey, sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could make a request for Jaden Hossler or Chase Hudson where he cheats on the reader cause he thinks him she is cheating on him when she's actually planning a surprise b-day party or something like that...”

Authors Note: After like a year long wait... here it is! A warning, I am into veterinary terminology but I am not certified and this information and order of events may be incorrect. I apologize in advance if it is. This is part two but can probably be read as a standalone. I have linked part one below!

Read part one HERE

It's been two long years away from Chase. At first it felt like the end of the world. You'd laid on your bedroom floor unable to move. It had felt like your heart was being held in an iron first. The breakup had broken you... until it hadn't.

It was true what they said, time heals all. It had taken longer than. you had expected, the whole thing was public. Even months after the videos released there were still edits and DM's and YouTube videos about the split. People monitored that type of thing, when you had unfollowed him they had noticed immediately and it was blown out of proportion.

Now though, two years later, you had moved out of LA and into Murfreesboro Tenessee, a much smaller town that allowed your healing to complete.

You had deleted all social media, gotten a regular job at a regular animal shelter and basically fallen off the face of the earth.

It was nice, just being able to focus on the animals and the gym. You were living for yourself and yourself only.

It was funny though, you'd changed your phone number but even before that most people dropped you. They had chosen to stay out of the drama completely rather than take sides.

After all this time, you couldn't say that you hated him. Even after what he did to you. You had done the same thing back anyway. Occasionally you would think about him, but it was a brief fleeting thought before you were losing yourself in a book instead.

Well... until today.

It's storming hard and the dogs are howling. Most of them scared of the thunder. You're running around checking that the dogs are safely locked into their kennels. The last thing you needed was one of them getting out.

It was being busy like this that really helped you. Several of the staff had called off, opting to stay out of the storm. You didn't call off for anything though.

You make it out of the dog sector and start to cross the lobby to the cats.

Halfway though, the front door to the shelter busts open.

"Help! Somebody help me!"

The voice makes you freeze in your tracks, you know that voice. How could you ever forget?

You turn slowly and there he is.

His hair is plastered to his forehead because of the rain. He's filled out more and he looks taller. He's in a short sleeve t-shirt so you can see that his tattoo sleeve is finally finished. His eyes are still just as mesmerizing as before.

He's holding a dog in his arms, the front of his shirt soaked in blood. The dog is limp and you can see that his leg is not facing the direction it should be.

"Please. Nowhere else is open. I found-"

He freezes because he's recognized you.

You'd changed your hair color, grown it out, and were decked out in shelter gear and rainbows but he knows it's you.

You choose to help the dog first, surging forward to take the dog out of his arms. Your fingers touch his arm and he inhales sharply.

The shelter vet had already gone home for the day but you were trained in pain management, splints and tourniquets.

You shove the two double doors to the clinic room open, laying the dog on the table.

He follows your worriedly.

You turn to dig through a cabinet for all the supplies that you might need. An IV, a fluid bag, a vial of the pain medication.

This dog was going to bleed out if you didn't act fast.

Your first move is to administer the shot. You'd have to move his leg around a lot and it was going to be excruciating. It wasn't going to kick in immediately but it was better than nothing.

"Is he going to be okay? I got here as fast as I could!" He's hovering over you way too close for you to work.

You turn to face him, voice steadier than your heart.

"Chase." You pause to get his attention. "You need to let me work. Grab my phone and call Marcia. Tell her it is an emergency and I'm applying a tourniquet to stabilize him."

He nods, scrambling with the piece of technology. Having something to do seems to steady him somewhat and allows you to apply the tourniquet.

Lastly, you shave down the leg that would have to be operated on and insert an IV to hopefully hydrate him.

The meds have kicked in and the dog is beginning to fall asleep on the table.

"That's all I can do. Now he just has to wait for Marcia."

Chase doesn't respond so you turn to look at him.

He's staring at you.

"Its been so long." He says it as a statement so you don't respond, waiting for him to continue. "You dropped off the face of the earth."

Again, another statement.

He wrings his hands together nervously.

"I looked for you."

His words make something in your heart stir. You pause for a long while and then suddenly say, "Your shirt is trashed. We have some extra shelter volunteer shirts."

You walk away from him to search through the closet for them.

When you turn around with one in hand your mouth goes dry because he's pulling his shirt up and over his head and wow. He had certainly filled out. The muscles in his back ripple and you force yourself to look at his eyes instead.

You hand it to him and your fingertips brush again.

"How have you been?" His voice is almost a whisper.

There's no way to deny that this is a question not a statement and so you are forced to answer.

"Ive been good." It's a short answer considering everything.

He nods, cracking his knuckles.

"I missed you."

That one hurts.

"I never got to tell you how sorry I was. The snake I... you put a lot of thought into it and I never should have doubted you. You never gave me a reason to not trust you."

You nod. There was a lot of nodding going on in this conversation.

"I should have been better for you."

"It's okay." You finally say, your voice is barely above a whisper.

"It's not okay. Can you ever forgive me?"

"I forgave you a long time ago Chase."

Your words make him smile, almost too much.

"I want to try again."

You shake your head at this, "No, Chase. There's too much hurt and I gave that all up. The social media, the drama, that's not me anymore."

"I know!" He tells you, "That's okay. We'll make it work."

Except how would that work? He would have to give up his career or you would have to go back into the spotlight and that was not something that you wanted to do.

"I don't think I can Chase. I have a life here, I don't want to go back to how it was."

He steps forward, reaching for your arm and you pull away from him.

"Let's just start over then. Get to know each other as friends. I'm here on vacation anyway!"

"You're in Tennessee on vacation?" You ask skeptically.

"Well... I have a show in Nashville. My album is trending! I was driving through when I found the little guy."

Your heart is beating wildly and your head is telling you it's a bad idea but deep down in your heart you know you want to. So when Chase reaches out to shake your hand, you let him.

"Hi. My name is Chase. What's yours?"

"Y/N. Nice to meet you Chase."

#chase hudson #lil huddy #lil huddy x reader #lil huddy imagine #chase hudson imagine #chase x reader #chase hudson x reader

[echoalyssa]

Hey! Can u please write a Chase Hudson x overweight reader? Like she’s not extremely overweight but she has a stomach and curves. Thanks!

Request #7 | Chase Hudson

The media was not kind these days, kinder than it was before sure, but still brutal.

As far back as you could think, you knew that representation for the plus size community had never been where it should be. When you were 12 you had watched America's Next Top Model and the plus size models that were shown didn't accurately portray a true plus size model.

Now, Sienna Mae or whatever her name was was trying to represent but even she was smaller than you were.

It had been hard recently, it always felt like people were looking at you. And they were because you were a social influencer. They would hide behind their screens and say nasty things just to feel better about themselves.

Your boyfriend, Chase Hudson, was tall and lanky. He was that emo social influencer that all girls wanted to be with. His fans occasionally felt like they owned him, like right now.

You're sitting on the bathroom floor, scrolling through your DM's, all littered with hate messages. You can feel the tears coming.

Message after message about how you're too fat to be with Chase, that Chase should be with them instead. It shouldn't bug you like this but it does.

"Y/N?"

His voice is coming from outside the bathroom door and you glance at the clock. You'd been in the bathroom for over an hour.

"Are you okay?"

You can't answer him because you're not okay.

"Can I come in?"

You're fully crying now, a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises.

Chase opens the door, immediately spotting you on the floor. He rushes to your side and drops to the floor.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?"

His eyebrows are scrunched together, his signature look when he was concerned.

You stifle another sob and point at your phone that is on the floor next to you.

You boyfriend picks it up and his face falls. He doesn't need to read much to understand what is wrong.

He pulls you into him, wrapping a comforting arm around you. His fingers move through your hair in an attempt to soothe you.

"None of that is true. They're jealous and psycho and I chose you remember? I would choose you again and again. You're beautiful."

You're nodding alone with his words, knowing that he's right but the harsh sting of social media and empty threats is still taking a toll on you.

"Y/N. I love you. I love you for who you are inside and out. Just because some internet bullies say otherwise does not change how I feel about you."

He kisses your forehead and then hauls you up off the floor. "Come on. We're going to watch your favorite movie. You're going to stay off your phone and social media for the rest of the day and we'll just be together. Chase and Y/N."

You nod, somehow your feelings towards this man were still growing.

He tucks you into bed, drops a bag of snacks on top of you and then climbs in after you.

It's the perfect way to take your mind off of everything and you couldn't be more grateful.

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SORRY I MEANT TO REQUEST SOONER BUT GOT BUSY, i was wondering if you could do something with chase hudson? Maybe something more sexual or whatever you’re comfortable with, something with a reader who lives with him? Thank you sooo much!!

Request #6 | Chase Hudson

You roll over, stretching. The sun is peaking through the blinds and you hate that you haven't invested in black out curtains yet.

You're still working sleep out of your body when an arm snakes around your waist. He pulls hard and you knock into his bare chest. He's so warm and that alone almost lulls you back to sleep.

Despite the fact that you just got snatched you smile. It was still nice getting to wake up with him every morning.

The two of you had been living together for a couple months now and it was just as amazing as the first couple weeks spent together.

His lips attach themselves to your neck and he groans softly, pressing his hips into your rear end.

"Good Morning!" You chirp cheerfully.

He mutters something inaudible against your neck. "Goodnight."

His fingers are dragging up the side of your body, settling against your hip. "I think... I want you."

Your face flushes at his words. This was a common occurrence in the morning, but it got you every time.

His fingers leave your hip and trail down, stopping just before they are where you want them. You can feel him poking you though and you can't stop wiggling in an attempt to get him where you want him.

He moans again and flips you so that he is lying on top of you. He's heavy and tall and you can barely breathe but he's lining himself up and you know that it's worth it.

When he finally presses into you the two of you moan simultaneously.

It's slow and lazy but so good.

"I love you." Chase mumbles it against the shell of your ear, tugging your leg up so that the angle is deeper.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

You could do this forever.

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