#im 25 and have only kissed one person | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pedge-page · 2 months

Note

LOVEDDDD PLUSHY X PK!! WE NEED PREGNANT READERx PLUSHYx PK 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻

ITS HERE!

Notes: Set in the Plushies!verse where reader is pregnant (NOT Joel dealing with Preggo Wife couple). for extra content/background, you can read Plushies!Joel and Reader discovering their PK, and Plushies!Joel and Reader pregnancy Bonus chapter

Warnings: PISS KINK, Plushies humping, PISS on PLUSHIES, Joel cumming in boxers, "dry" humping (no actual sex but it sure as hell isnt dry here either), Daddy ish kink like once (I didn't count man this isnt proof read)

18+ ONLY

- - - -

Ever since getting pregnant with Big Bad Mr Joel Miller’s big fat fucking kid (that you may have “begged” him to put in you—on accident), your back has not experienced pain like this since said baby-daddy body slammed you into a brick wall in a dingy alley when you hooked up outside a bar. He proceeded to tend to your back all night with kisses and soft rubs and lotions, and ended up learning of Joel very peculiar double sided dynamic.

You slide your keys on the counter only for them to fall down to the ground. With a moon sized belly, you weren’t even gonna bother bending to pick it up. That’s the floors problem (and future you that needs to get around)’s problem. Not yours.

You waddle towards the bedroom. Grateful for your plushie obsession being the one thing you were prepared for: a wall of fluff and comfort conforming to your body 24/7. You rotate with little tippy steps until you’re facing the wall, then collapsing backwards on the bed slowly, only to be met with a squirmy hard lump that grips your belly securely from nearly tossing you off the side:

“YEOOW!”

He lurches in pain as your elbow dug into his side and ass smashed his poor dick under the crushing weight of you.

“JOEL! GET OFF MY BED!” You scream, kicking and flailing uselessly in his grasp. He’s still buried under the mountain of plush with your big body plastered atop him, but he won’t let go either.

“It’s OUR bed, babydoll,” he groans. you turn your head to the side to see his hooked nose just barely peeking above your BunBun’s fluffy cotton tail. He shakes his noggin side to side to get fresh air across his face and to make eye contact with you, your head resting against his shoulder.

“I was just takin’ a nap, no need to get snippy,” he grumbles. He kisses your cheek and rubs along your belly.

“My plushies,” you mumble with a pout, folding your arms over your chests.

The awkward position only makes it more difficult to get comfortable. Joel’s crazy strength alone is one thing, but the gravity of having an additional 25 pounds on your mid section is somehow giving him the upper hand in holding you against him. You wanted to fall on soft, cottony clouds and colorful friends that you had collected over the years, not a hard man with his hard belt digging into your spine and his even harder cock poking your ass hogging them for his personal nap blanket.

“Joel.”

“Hmm?”

“I need to get up.”

“Why?”

“I need to—“

“I CAN DO IT! LETS DO IT TOGETHER!” He rolls you to the side like a rotating hot dog and immediately fists a plushie, shoving it between your spread legs. “S’okay little Momma, do ya thing.” He’s hanging over you, his pupils wide and mouth curved into an excited smirk, practically drooling at the space between your legs. While one knuckle presses the plush (of which you can’t even see over your belly) at your crotch, the other is rubbing circles into the squishy part of your pelvis.

You shake your head. “I don’t need to fucking masturbate, I need to pee!”

Joel tilts his head in confusion. “I thought that��s what we were doin’?”

“IM NOT PEEING ON THE—“ you drag the plush squeezed in his hand from out below you so you can get a good look at who’s about to be sacrificed—“ON PINKY THE POLAR BEAR!!!”

He snatches the stuffed animal back and glides it between your thighs again, this time with his knee pressed tight so it’s sandwiched just out of your reach. “Pinky aint about to be a good name f’him—how bout yellow-y, or piss-y or pee-y—OH how about PINKY—! Oh no wait a minute…”

“Jooooeeell!!!!”

He starts rubbing harder against your mound, licking his lips as you begin to flounder helplessly. “Give it ta me, princess, Daddy Bear’s gonna take care of everything, you just do what ya do best, so beautiful f’me, Fuck me, that’s my good girl, yeah, yeah do it angel.”

But you shake your head. Your hips sway side to side, but between him and the mountain of stuffed animals surrounding you and the lump of a swell at your belly, there’s no where to run. “No! I’m not doing that—ugughhh—shit again!”

Joel pouts his lips, not letting up his assault. “Please! You liked it so much last time, remember?!”

“That—was an accident!!!” You lie. No you didn’t want to piss on a stuffed animal again, for fear it will reawaken something inside you that should have never surfaced in the first place: that you might enjoy it. “I don’t want to ruin Pinky!”

“I’ll toss her in the wash!” He nods quickly ,as if it’s a good deal. As if you were even getting a say in the matter.

“NO!!!”

But Joel ignores you. He leans back, and you can just barely see off to the side the massive boner he’s got pressing painfully in his jeans. He quickly unzips himself, his boxers still on but his cock having more room to breathe, spilling out in front to make a large grey tent. He hooks his thighs under your calves, hoisting himself close to you so that both of your core’s are only one squished polar bear stuffie apart.

“That’s it baby—fuck yeah,” he groans heartily. With one arm leaned behind him to hold himself up, he grinds against the animal, in tern grinding against your clit and suffocating your pussy. His other hand is splayed over your bladder, his palm thrumming down deep with each roll of his hips.

You’re trapped. Your tummy is full, your badder is even fuller, and Joel’s so lost in a piss/plushie drunk state that there’s no getting to him now until he gets what he wants.

Toes curling in, shaking from the pain of your walls breaking, all you can think is ‘I’m sorry Pinky’ as you let out a yelp that had lodged itself in your throat. your hands slap over your eyes as you cunt squeezes out the pregnancy-piss-poor storage of urine that had built up so quickly inside, releasing it onto the plush’s innards.

Joel grunts one last time and goes silent to confirm it’s happening. “Oh fuck—Oh Fuck yeah baby holy shit!” He pulls you in even closer so that his balls are sunk right under your ass. There’s a faint hissing of your piss blessing his ears as it drenching the bear, who’s getting yellower and heavier as you continue to go. Joel moans, eyes rolling when he rolls himself tighter against you, and the warm liquid begins to seep onto his underwear. “OOOHhhh ugughh yeahhhhh,” he whines, and soon he’s cumming inside his boxers with your warm piss costing his shaft, sticking the fabric to him like a wet hug.

“That’s my Momma bear, pissin’ all over her lil toys, showin’ em who’s boss.” He hazily wedges his thumb under the hood of your clit and begins rubbing, pushing his hips closer so your slit is completely surrounded by the squelching warm wet cotton of your own pee-soaked Pinky.

His encouragement flies right to your lower belly. You bite your lip as you begin to shake, back arching best it can in the current position with a silent scream as pleasure washes over your entire body. It’s wrong, so wrong how freeing and good he makes it all feel, like he’s conditioning you to feel pissing your stuffed animals is a rewarded behavior.

Fuck this guy.

You both sigh out into the air, panting hard. Joel doesn’t bother to move or clean anything. He’s too busy basking in the wet, debauched mess between both of your spread legs. Your underwear, the once innocent and dry Pinky, his jeans and boxers now darkened, heavy, and sticking to skin with the cooling remnants of your glorious piss.

“You—“ you rasp, pointing to him with a lazy finger but unable to lift yourself from your orgasmic mind. “YOu’re cleaning—everything.”

Joel just lets out a half laugh, half choke, nodding. “I know.” He bends forward and kisses the top of your swollen stomach, the part that didn’t get soaked from the water sports. Girthy hands rub along your thighs soothingly as he makes out with your pregnant tummy.

You fist a bunch of dry plushies and droop them over your head, hoping to smother yourself in a Plushie heavenly sleep and deal with the aftermath of your new kink tomorrow.

- - - -

Permanent Taglist:

@harriedandharassed @lola8888673 @its-nebuleuse @zliteraturehoe @merz-8 @joeldjarin @pascalscoffin @pedroshotwifey @ghostslillady @innerpersonunknown @missladym1981 @mrsoharaxx @survivingandenduring @milla-frenchy @cockykookiee @fairytale07 @daddy-din @pedropascalsbbg @spookyxsam @somehopeatlast @millercontracting @pedrostories @mishala005 @theoraekenslover @animez96 @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @puduvallee @cassiecasluciluce

#pedro pascal smut #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #last of us fanfiction #last of us smut #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller fic #pisskink!joel #piss kink #plushies!joel #the last of us fic #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #last of us fic #the last of us smut

131 notes · View notes

am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

Note

AITA for "causing a stain on a marriage" and ruining a honeymoon?

Hey everyone! This is a separate AITA issue, but also technically an update idk if that's allowed.

I'm the one who asked AITA for telling my hairdresser the truth.

I (25f) had a friend D (31m). He married an 18f recently. I do want to clarify something I said in the last post because I saw in responses I didn't write it out clearly. I do NOT approve of minors dating adults. I do NOT approve of 18-21 year olds dating people way older then them. If I, a 25 year old, wanted to date someone older with that same age gap, that would be fine. That's what I meant when I said I typically didn't have an issue with age gaps, but I realized I didn't write that well.

Anyways onto the reason I sent this in:

I saw D in person. Him and his...wife... have been married for a bit now. Anyways, I was trying to avoid him. He knew. Because he called me later that day and asked me why.

I calmly told him we weren't friends and I felt weird. He asked me why snd I told him, I felt weird about his wife. I also told him I didn't appreciate him calling me names. He flat out asked me what names, I said the name back, and he said "I would never say that you must have misheard me". He kept getting louder and I know for a FACT I didn't mishear because I clarified "did you just call me ----" and he said YES

So I yelled at him "you're a manipulative asshole and a groomer" to which he went quiet. And then his wife spoke. Apparently I was on speaker the entire time. She said I was jealous and an asshole and hung up on me.

An hour later his mother called me and at least she told me I was on speaker. It was her, D, the wife, the wife's mother and maybe someone else those are the only ones who spoke. They all took turns expressing how hurt they felt and how I was putting a stain on their marriage and how I was ruining their honeymoon. I flat out said they aren't even on their honeymoon rn so that shouldn't matter.

I said, and I quote," You chose to call me. I tried to avoid you. I want nothing to do with you, as far as I'm concerned im done. I won't talk about you, dont talk about me." To which the hairdresser got brought up by D. She didn't name me, but she dropped him. D claimed I swayed her. I said "if your actions swayed her then that was on you". I then was getting yelled at by many and the mom again yelled at me and cursed at me and said Ime calling him a groomer (pls note I hadn't except for the phone call earlier that day) could have complications for him and I shouldn't be "a vindictive jealous bitch".

I replied "im not jealous, if I had wanted him I could have, but that just proves he is one" and hung up.

I didnt realize fully until my sister brought up what happened when I was 16, D had tried to date me. It was a short period and he had flirted with me and would constantly buy me stuff and then guilttrip me for it.

To be quite honest a lot happened between us but I had told him I never wanted to date him. He did hold my first kiss over my head, which I hadn't even wanted to kiss me he just did. To be honest, I never wanted to think about it and so I didn't. Cause from that point on he had always dated women his age or older.

I guess I was groomed too. I'm not even sure, because as some people noted it is a small community. You talk to one person and guaranteed they are related or friends with the person you are talking about. Everyone knows everyone. His mom had always told me that he had only developed a crush on me because of the closeness and I had accepted that. I hadn't seen anything wrong with it when i was 16, but it makes me grossed out now.

I went on a tangent sorry, but the mother has vagueposted about me and people are assuming me. A few coworkers are asking me about the situation and I've not said anything. But apparently D and his wife are fighting now and im being blamed. His entire family is sending me messages and I have these new accounts send me messages, idk if they are real or not. I've deleted most of my social media now, because everyone is telling me I was in the wrong for trying to tear them apart and that they should be a happy newlywed couple and instead I've ruined that.

So AITA?

TLDR: my exfriend (31m) married an 18f. I called him a manipulative asshole and a groomer. His entire family is coming at me now and sending me messages. Genuinely unsure how to feel because part of me feels bad that I hurt the girl, the other half is pissed everyone is defending him and doesn't care.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

98 notes · View notes

thedisc0spider · 7 days

Note

can u write spencer introducing reader to star wars💕💕?? ive never seen it 😭

Star Wars

————————————————————————————————————

Summary: Spencer is really excited to introduce you to Star Wars.

Warnings: reader gets a little stressed out, cursing, pre established relationship, reader works at smosh, not proof read!

Fluff!!!!

Point of view: 2nd person

A/n: this request was so adorable and I had so much fun writing it! I took this prompt and ran (maybe a little to far) with it SO if this wasn’t what you wanted I’m so sorry!! Id be willing to rewrite it if so.

————————————————————————————————————

————————————————————————————————————

You can already tell today will be very interesting. Well, the next few weeks actually.

A few days ago you had revealed to Spencer that you’ve never seen a Star Wars movie. Of course, he was shocked as to how this was the first he was hearing of it.

“You’ve never seen a Star Wars movie? How?”

“I don’t know, when I was a kid I wasn’t allowed to watch it and by the time I was an adult there were way too many and starting just felt overwhelming.” You shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

To Spencer, it was not nothing.

So he convinced, nay, begged you to watch with him.

“Come on, it’s like my favorite thing! We always watch (y/f/s) together, baby. Pleaseeeeeee.”

What were you gonna do, say no? How could you? He was right, you always forced him to watch what you wanted, so it was only fair that you comply.

However, you were still a little exhausted just thinking about the idea of committing to an entire film series. You looked it up, it will take you 25 hours and 7 minutes to watch all the Star Wars movies. This, however, includes the nine movies from the Skywalker saga and the two anthology movies, Rogue One and Solo. Excluding the anthology movies, it will take you 20 hours and 39 minutes to watch and Spencer gave in and promised not to make you watch the anthology films.

‘Okay,’ you think, ‘if we watch one movie a night it will only take a little over a week. That’s not bad, right?’

You tried to convince yourself, but you’ve always had issues with things like this. You’re a hard worker, so taking this much time to watch movies always felt like a waste to you. You felt like you could much easily find a better use of your time, like you were missing out on what you could’ve been spending on more productive activities. In all honesty, it stressed you out.

The work day is now over, you have just finished filming your last video of the day and you’re walking to the games pod to find your boyfriend. There he is, working on something on his computer. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you bury your head into his neck.

He lets out one of his signature stupid laughs and gently rubs your arm. “Im almost done, then we can go home.” You nod, and he leans his head onto yours, “are you excited?” He whispers.

You raise your head from his shoulder so your faces are level, “hmm… depends. Are there any hot guys in these movies?” You squint your eyes.

Spencer laughs, “oh, yeah, definitely. Just wait ‘til you see Han Solo.” He raises his eyebrows, “or Anakin, he’s more your type.”

“Okay, now I’m excited.” You laugh, before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Spencer closes his laptop and begins to put away his belongings for the day while you sit in his chair. “Hey,” he says, still putting things in his bag, causing you to look up at him, “I really appreciate you doing this with me…” he turns to look at you, “like, it really means a lot that you’re letting me share something with you that’s important to me. I know you’re not really into all this… space stuff, but..” he shrugs, stepping closer, “it makes me really happy that you’re doing this, that’s all.”

Your heart melts hearing this. ‘How is he so perfect? I can’t believe I was being so selfish, making this about me when it’s not. Its about him. Who cares if it’s not productive in a conventional sense of the word? it’s productive for our relationship. That’s what matters. Us. Who cares about all this superficial shit? The only thing that truly matters is doing what makes you happy, and I’m happy with Spencer.’ You stand, walking to him until you’re standing directly in front of him.

You place your hands on either side of his face, looking up into his eyes. “You’re so sweet, you know that?” His hands find your waist as you lean into him, hugging him tightly. “Im honored you’re sharing this with me, sweetheart.”

You pull away from the hug and Spencer smiles at you, before kissing your forehead briefly. “I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too.” The two of you kiss, lost in your own little world for a moment. Its deep, yet sweet. Not rough or hasty, but full of love and passion. “We need to leave if we want to have time to actually watch the first movie, Spence.” You say, after pulling apart.

He rolls his eyes, turning to grab his backpack. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

The two of you walk to the parking lot, hand in hand, saying bye to the various cast and crew members you see on your way.

As you get into the drivers seat and connect your phone to the auxiliary cord, Spencer suddenly speaks out, “oh, shit, I almost forgot. Do you want to watch the movies in chronological order or in release order?” He asks, looking over at you.

You look up from your phone, thinking to yourself for a second before you turn your head to meet his gaze, your eyebrows furrowed.

“They weren’t released in chronological order?”

#fanfiction #smosh cast #smosh spencer #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh x reader #smosh games #smosh #Spencer Agnew fanfiction

48 notes · View notes

an-au-blog · 7 months

Note

Kissing booth but its zosan

I'll just assume you're not talking about the movie, (if I'm wrong, correct me, I can work with that too... i think) to which I will say: yes. I agree.

I mean listen -

Vivi started a fundraiser for charity and she decided that it'd be fun if they made it in a more festive manner. To which Sanji is happy to help because, how could he say no to a beautiful lady in need? Zoro on the other hand did not want to go but Nami blackmailed him into doing this "eentsy weetsy" favor for her girlfriend. (He still owes her money.)

Luffy, Zoro and Franky help with carrying the heavy things. Usopp and Franky do the lights and music set-up. Sanji does cooks the food and the rest help with decorations and setting up different attractions.

Once the event began, they put Franky and Robin in the haunted house, Book has a performance, Luffy is let to run around because he can't stay in one place and so on everyone is at attractions. Sanji thought he was going to be at the food stands, but then Nami drags him aside to an empty standalone booth. What was even more confusing was that Zoro also had one right next to his.

Nami as if talking to toddlers: You guys are gonna be on kissing booth duty, isn't that exciting?!

Zoro: Wtf? No, I'm not doing that.

Nami, taking out her phone: Let's see, January - 50, February - 25, Match... wow 140 that's a lot, huh? Anyways, April -

Zoro: Okay, okay I get it.

Zoro got a line of beautiful girls, some young some old, but his attitude is the same for all of them. Irritation with slight boredom. Sanji on the other hand, had only a handful of women. Most were Okamas and his line was still twice smaller than Zoro's.

Sanji agrees because he would live to kiss pretty ladies. He doesn't need convincing, but Nami throws in a "I'm putting the two most handsome boys on these stands after all" just to ensure Sanji stays.

She also ended up giving them a quota to fulfill.

In their "hygiene break", Sanji grabs him by the collar and gets real close to his face.

Sanji: You think you're all that just because you got more ladies? Huh?

Zoro smiling for the first time since the festival started: Are you jealous of them, cook? Of you want a kiss, you gotta pay me first.

Sanji becomes furious and starts shouting at him but then a lady from the ones waiting speaks up.

Woman: Um, actually, I'd pay to see you two kiss.

Sanji: ...

Sanji: Pardon? Je ne comprends pas. ("I don't understand" in french)

Zoro looks at the woman: You have the money?

Woman: Yes.

And she put the money in the slot.

Zoro smiles again and shrugs: Welp, money's money. Works for me.

He grabs Sanji by the back of the neck and plants a kiss on his lips. It was short and as if out of spite. Not in a bad way. Im fact Sanji was surprised how much "not in a bad way" it was. His lips were soft and soaked in long overdue passion. He couldn't dare say it was in a good way though, he still had some pride to admit it.

Still, he was frozen in place.

Another "client" raised their hand in the air holding money: I want the same thing, please!

Zoro nodded and kissed Sanji again, ironically enough it broke Sanji's trance-like state. He was a bit too aware of everyone's eyes on them.

Zoro, amused and absolutely sure Sanji wouldn't do it, tilts his head in the person's depreciation, he laughed: You heard the clients, so what ya gonna do love cook?

A third person from the back, throwing in three times the price: I'll pay triple for Sanji to kiss him.

Sanji furrows his brow, takes a deep breath and pulls Zoro into a deep and passionate kiss that caught everyone off guard. Once he pulled away, they were both out breath and everyone was watching them wordlessly.

After a long moment of Sanji's determined eyes looking into Zoro's pleasantly shocked ones, the cook looked back at the people and announced: That's the last show your getting from us. Booths are open again.

After that, until the end of the night qt least eight more people asked if they could make them kiss each other again, but they said "no".

Afterwards Zoro was pulled aside before they could go to the others. He got pinned to the wall, Sanji's hands leaning on either side of his head. They were sharing air, almost like when they were fighting but if felt so much more intimate this time for some reason.

Sanji: Stop me if you don't like what I'm about to do.

After which Sanji kissed Zoro again. Not being watched must have been a factor, because if Zoro guessed by his movements and kisses, Sanji was no longer holding back on him.

Zoro never stopped him.

#zosan #zoro x sanji #sanji x zoro #one piece zosan #op #answers #i wrote this half asleep pls ignore the typos

143 notes · View notes

thepictureofjune · 2 months

Text

Colin Thewes and the Issue of not Being Able to Kiss his Best Friend.

— how Colin doesn’t know the difference between love and friendship until he does and how that could also mean something entirely different in terms of how he is attracted to people

This is basically just me getting proof for that one headcanon I have. Feel very free to disagree but this is just the way I personally view it because of my own personal feelings about this topic. Thank you very much and let’s unpack it from the start:

1. The Issue of the Kiss

So we are introduced to Colin as Julias counterpart, as her best friend and we get to know how deep their friendship runs, how they are able to play parts with each other, be silly with each other, etc. At the heart of their friendship in Season 25 is also them playing roles in the Theater Modul and playing lovers who eventually have to kiss. Julia seems fine with that, she is a born actress but suddenly Colins acting seems to lack, at the prospect of having to kiss his best friend. What’s up with that? The thing is, Colin himself doesn’t seem to know why he has such problems with kissing Julia. Why is kissing such a big deal to him if everyone around him manages to be fine with it?

Some might now argue that the kissing issue stems from the fact that they actually have some unresolved feelings for each other but! This theory is entirely brought up through Reena who basically tells Colin that the only reason he is afraid of the kiss is because he is in love with his best friend. And he actually denies that.

“Weils ja so unvorstellbar ist, dass man sich in mich verlieben könnte.” Is that some issue with love I hear Colin having? This is probably one of our only signs that even if Colin seems very passionate about love, he is still insecure about it. Perhaps because he has this underlying fear of being unlovable, he ends up constantly falling for people who already love him in a certain way. I mean, Julia is his best friend, so surely she loves him and Noah trusts him and that’s a form of love too, no? Perhaps Colin needs this layer of trust first, the security that someone already knows parts of him before romantic love sets in.

“Willst du nicht lieber bei deinem 1.Kuss jemanden küssen, in den du wirklich verliebt bist?” Here we get proof that a kiss isn’t just a kiss to Colin. He actually seems to not understand kissing someone just for the sake of kissing and not for the sake of actually loving them. Because to him, it seems like kissing isn’t just something friends do or people at Flaschendrehen have no problem brushing over. To Colin, a kiss seems to mean a million more things and he actually has to be in love first in order to be able to kiss someone.

2. The Line between Love and Friendship and Colins Unawareness of it

“Keine Schmetterlinge im Bauch. Ich hatte mir den ersten Kuss anders vorgestellt, aber naja.” So Colin actually does have expectations when it comes to love and very stereotypical ones at that. When he thinks of romantic actions, he thinks you’re supposed to have this warm fluttery feeling inside your chest, the butterflies, the heart beats, etc.

“Was ist, wenn wir uns nicht nur mögen, sondern auch lieben?” - “Bei Freundschaft liebt man sich doch auch.” Colin seems to have a few little issues when it comes to differentiating love and friendship or better, the love he has for his friends versus the love he could possibly have for a romantic partner. How will he know if he actually loves Julia or if that’s just friendship?

And he doesn’t know until they literally get into a relationship and the issue of acting as a couple arises.

3. And when romance comes, love ends.

Their cinema date doesn’t go as planned but it’s kinda destined to fail from the start as Colin watches another couple kiss and be all cuddly and when he looks back at his best friend, or better girlfriend, he can’t picture them like that. And even when he tries to be romantic, it ends up failing because it doesn’t feel right. This is him slowly realizing that perhaps he mixed up romantic love and platonic love because it all felt kinda the same to him in the beginning and surely if Julia loves him like that, he must like her like that too, right?

“Deine Freundin sitzt direkt neben dir. Fällt dir da nichts Romantisches ein?” No. Colin knows plenty about romance, he knows about the butterflies in your stomach and that you should cuddle and kiss on your first date. He knows the starry sky is romantic. Colin doesn’t have an issue with defining what romance is. He has an issue finding something romantic about Julia.

And it sounds harsh but he has all these expectations about how romance should be and how love should evolve and he feels none of it when he looks at his best friend. Because that’s all she is to him; his best friend. Even when at the start, it seemed so easy to blur the lines between love and friendship, Colin slowly started to realize that what he thought was love, was nothing more than friendship and perhaps the appreciation of being loved.

4. Enter Noah

And then Noah comes in Season 26 and everything is different except nothing really is. Colin makes a friend, warms up to a dog and without realizing, ends up falling in love. Because this time we don’t get any second guesses, we don’t get the fear of separation, we don’t get the talking about feelings. No, we get Colin kissing Noah because he feels like it. We get Colin asking Noah to go to the cinema with him and the very next day, he is already asking to go again because this time, the cinema felt right. (Perhaps because he went there with different expectations than when he did with Julia but guys, the underlying message please!)

“Der Kuss hat mir echt was bedeutet” because Colin doesn’t kiss people unless it means something, because he said he would much prefer to kiss someone he actually likes in a romantic way than simply kiss for the fun or the experience of it.

And Noah makes him see that he does know the difference between romantic love and platonic love, the difference between romance and friendship.

It’s just a bit hard to tell for him but he got there in the end eventually, with the right person.

To sum up the points of this piece:

A kiss is more than just a kiss to Colin

He has a hard time figuring out if he is in love or if it’s just friendship

Because his friendships mean more to him than any romantic relationship ever could

He has high stereotypical expectations for love

This is all a bit messily written and explained, I apologize for that but all we know about love in relation to Colin is that the two times he could see himself in love was with the people he was closest to at that moment. Even when he goes on that date with the guy from the Challenge thingy it doesn’t end up feeling right because he doesn’t know him yet, because there isn’t the same layer of trust that Colin and Julia have or Colin and Noah. And he gets really hung up on love and how once he is able to tell the difference between romance and friendship, he is actually very unable to go back to just being friends because love does mean this much to him and he brings it up plenty of times because it has this very deep meaning for him. Because Colin doesn’t just fall in love with anyone, he couldn’t even properly fall in love with his best friend even if she was the person he trusted most because that was what love was supposed to be all about, no? About trust and knowing each other and still it doesn’t work out.

In Conclusion:

#schloss einstein #colin thewes #this is just a headcanon i've had since s26 no one take this too serious thank you so much #colin and i are too similar might just add one more thing to the list

43 notes · View notes

droolypupboy · 2 months

Text

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR LOOK I WILL BLOCK YOU

╒═══════✰°

*hi i’m vic!!*

°✰═══════╛

NSFT, DNI IF THATS NOT YOUR THING!!

PROFILE PIC CREDIT: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/2317684

hi, i’m victor, i’m 19, i use he/they, queer, poly, mostly mlm t4t, & taken by @purenullity , my sweet puppy sub. i only dom for my puppy. im a switch <3

☆ DNI: MINORS, 25+, REGRESSORS (stay safe) if you post content for the following kinks: detrans, ageplay, abdl, fauxcest (mommy & daddy as titles r fine), bodily fluids OTHER THAN blood&cum&piss&spit pfffft, hard cnc (ex: using the r word) feederism/extreme weight kink, wlw (i am a man, luv yall tho),

☆ LIMITS: i don’t send or receive pictures but my boyfriend does ;). don’t refer to my chest at all, anything mentioned in my dni is a limit

☆ DMS & ASKS: my anon asks are off, personal preference, but pls send them if ur comfy to off anon!! dms r VERY open but it is not my utmost priority to reply to you & i don’t have to if i don’t want to, no justification owed. but i DO like to have fun & get attention.

☆ INTO: petplay (pup stuff!!), praise & degradation, bloodplay, painplay & sadomasochism, face slapping, punching, spanking, orgasm control, voyerism, gags, drool & spit, breath play, impact play of Most varieties, wax, anal, piss, marking, crying, humiliation, biting, breeding (no preg), primal, light cnc, knifeplay, needles, cigar service, disciplinarian play, general aggression, gentle play, sensualism, & more!!

above is all you really NEED in order to know if you’ll be comfortable & safe here. but here’s some extra info abt the pup behind the acc!!

my boyfriend & i send each other all the dms we interact with. we both get permission from each other for any & all interaction that crosses over into flirting. it’s generally allowed but be aware that if you tell one of us, you tell both of us.

☆ my specific kink labels!! sadomasochist, spankee, puppy, sir, switch, service sub, heavy sadist, daddy (reserved for my puppy)

☆ some of my kinks i mostly top for & some i mostly bottom for. here’s some examples of that. i primarily bottom for piss (dombottom pffft), disciplinarian dynamics, spanking, needles, & cigar service. i primarily top for anal, sensory deprivation, knifeplay, & breeding. most other things i switch with ☆

┌─･｡ﾟ: ∘◦☾◦∘｡ﾟ. ─┐

*PUPPY TIPS BELOW*

└─･｡ﾟ: ∘◦☾◦∘｡ﾟ. ─┘

┌─･｡ﾟ: ∘◦☾◦∘｡ﾟ. ─┐

*STICKER CHART SAGA*

└─･｡ﾟ: ∘◦☾◦∘｡ﾟ. ─┘

┌─･｡ﾟ: ∘◦☾◦∘｡ﾟ. ─┐

*MY GOOD PUPPY BF*

└─･｡ﾟ: ∘◦☾◦∘｡ﾟ. ─┘

26 notes · View notes

scoonsalicious · 2 months

Note

hi pookie its meee🩷🩷

I just wanna tell im sorry that i havent been spamming lately😂. Part of it is because im busy preparing for my sis engagement day which is tomorrow (WHO KNEW ENGAGEMENT WOULD BE VERY CHAOTIC?!)

Unwanted updates has been my alarm clock early in the morning (around 6-8)😂. Usually I would wake up at 12 in the afternoon but since then, early it is.

Somehow my brain knows when you’ll update.

OKKAY Let’s rewind to chpter 23. Of all things… SHEAR A SHEEP?!😂😂😂😂 Thinking about it, I might actually do it too😂 Tony and Pocket clicked right away. I love their dynamic. He cares for her since the beginning and for someone like Pocket, she needs him. That chapter is wholesome.

Next, even if it’s only 1 part, we got to see Sam and Pocket in action and I can’t wait for more. Sam calling himself dark chocolate is just😂😂😂😂. Also a glimpse of Pocket’s childhood/backstory😔 She’s a tough one which makes me even more worried. The ‘plan’. Buying drugs from Kozlov sounds BAD. This makes me think that they will force her to take some kind of new drugs that made her really vulnerable and kidnapped her. (and i really REALLY think, will be the work of fucker cunthage).

Last but not least, I miss Bucket😂 I miss his stupid head. I cant wait for him to be the knight in shining armor, saving his beloved Pocket and beat the shit out of Jeremiah. I trust Pookie will build him to the manly man he needed to be.

Anyways, as always, loads of love for u Pookie. Ur work r the best.😭🩷 I cant wait for the upcoming new story.🔥

Hi, Bestie!!! I love getting your messages! And no need to apologize, because 1) they are *never* spam, and 2) you're busy! Congratulations to your sister, by the way! I hope she has a very long, happy, and healthy marriage! I'm glad I can be your personal alarm clock, lol; though, if I could sleep until noon, that's all I'd be doing! So, the shearing a sheep thing-- I was having a convo with @mrsbuckybarnes1917 and was talking about how I think RDJ and I could be besties, just hanging out and shooting the shit and going on ridiculous adventures, then I was like "he seems like the kind of guy I could shear a sheep with in the middle of the night." And BOOM! An origin story was born! It ended up working out better than I expected. I love writing them together so very much. He really is the solid foundation of her life, and if not for him, who knows where she'd be right now?

Sam calling himself 'Dark Chocolate' was loosely based on Marshall from How I Met Your Mother calling himself 'Big Fudge.' I dunno, as I was writing, I just saw Sam saying it, and I was like 'Bingpot!'

I miss Bucket, too. He has a teeny, tiny over-the-phone cameo in the next part, but they won't be 'on screen' again together until Chapter 25. I should have kept them apart for longer, honestly, but I couldn't resist.

Three parts coming out today, since they're all relatively short, and I'll be leaving you on a bit of cliff hanger to start your weekend. In the meantime, I'm off to work on With Friends Like These which, part way through chapter four, is already 19.5k words. Brevity is not my strong suit, apparently, lol.

As always, Pookie loves you so much, and the cat-kiss gifs give me life! There's nothing I love more than a kitten smooch!

13 notes · View notes

jjmaybankxx · 1 year

Text

Prompt List

- JJ Maybank, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton

fluff

1."I think I love you"

2."You're comfy"

3."your lips are getting really close to mine""

4."can you picture it? you and I dating?"

5."you're my favourite person"

6."you are more than enough"

7."those are really cheesy pick up lines"

8."can you stop laughing and just kiss me"

9."i don't want this to end. I don't"

10."yes please draw me like one of your french girls" "piss off"

11."move your blanket. I wanna lay down on your lap"

12."you make me proud, you know that right?"

13."i'm only doing it because your cute"

14."stop moving. I'm almost done!"

15."you..you don't even have to love me back you know?"

16."isn't it obvious how much I'm obsessed with you?"

Angst/ jealousy (all will have happy endings)

17."you deserve more"

18."i know you still love me"

19."please look at me"

20."why did you lie?"

21."since when did you guys get so close?"

21."No, don't cry. I hate it when you cry"

22."am I not good enough for you?"

23."i'm not jealous. fuck off"

24."i don't fucking care your supposed to be mine!"

25."you were staring at her ass"

26."im not stupid. who is she"

27."it's not you I don't trust"

28."Do you regret it?"

29."please don't hurt me like this"

30."im fine, stop asking"

31."I was only using you"

32."i give up"

smut

33."friends don't do this"

34."there's people here"

35."always so fuckin tight for me"

36."oh fuck. don't stop"

37."no, I'm supposed to be making you feel good"

38."im still sore from last night"

39."i want to hear you scream"

40."i had this dream and-fuck I need you to make it a reality"

41."shhh, just look at me baby"

42."c'mere, you can sit on my lap"

43."is all of this for me?"

44."dont you dare over up the hickeys"

45."hmm no panties?"

46."were not just friends and you fucking know it"

47."up for a one night stand"

48."all you had to do was ask"

79 notes · View notes

usercupid · 2 years

Text

party girl

elliot x reader

short blurb cause i’m not writing a part 2 to wishful thinking unless i think it’s good and as of rn, i don’t think it’s allat lmfao

also i wrote this in like an hour and 30 minutes just to get smth quick out bc ive noticed lack of elliot x reader so now i have to take matters into my own hands

prompt: “how about a kiss before i go”

1.6K words

you’d wish it was like this every night. the music blasting so loud to the point where you can only hear the bass, the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the room, and you and your best friends doing shots for the 3rd time tonight. everything was perfect.

you’d been bored out of your mind for the past few weeks so maddy wanted to invite you out. she hoped this night would lift your spirits again. you had told her all you really wanted was a bit of excitement in your life and you needed something to help and so far, this night was making you forget about how miserable you’ve been feeling for a while.

“(y/n), i’m goin to the bathroom to fix my makeup! don’t go too far, ‘kay?” maddy yelled to you as she finished pouring your drink.

“yeah okay, i got it! i’ll tell cassie if i’m going anywhere” you yelled back after you took a sip of your drink.

“alright!” maddy shouted her reply as she squished through everyone on the dance floor. her stunning black dress made her stand out from the crowd and you were debating if you should go in the bathroom with her until someone came up to you.

“hey (y/n)! it feels like i haven’t seen you like…forever!” kat exclaimed as she wrapped you into a bear hug.

“oh my god, wassup kat! i didn’t even know you were here!” you exclaimed, “how have you been?”

“huh? can you repeat that..”

“i said, how have you been!” you yelled, leaning in closer to kat.

“i still can’t hear- actually, let’s go somewhere more quiet. i wanna catch up with you some more!” kat yelled as she started pouring herself a cup of hennessy with cranberry juice.

“alright, lemme just tell cassie where im at..- wait where did she go???”

“i dunno, but last last i saw her, she was walking in the bathroom. she’s probably shittin her brains out right now.” bb chimed in as she took a puff from her vape.

“i thought nate was in there?” you questioned, but shrugged the weird coincidence off after no less than 2 seconds of thinking about it.“well, if you see maddy, tell her i went with kat to the backyard, ‘kay?”

kat started to drag you through the dance floor and into the backyard. after a grueling minute and a half of pushing through sticky, sweaty teenagers, you both finally reached the quietest part of the yard so you and kat could sit down and catch each other up on what the actual fuck was happening in your lives.

after about 25 minutes of talking, drinking, and smoking, you decided to get up and start looking for maddy again, but it felt like the house became even more cramped and you quickly got lost

it was a lot like you being in a mirror maze. you were pretty tipsy and the crowded house didn’t make you feel any better. to escape the crowds and noise, you walked down the steps to a basement.

you started knocking and opening random doors until you opened one that revealed a very peculiar person.

“maddy? you in here- oh shit, sorry.” you said as you realized that there was a boy in there, getting ready to snort something.

“nonono, don’t be sorry, i wasn’t doing anything soo…” the boy croaked as he shifted his position on the washing machine to a less suspicious one. albeit, it made him look even more weird.

“mkay… whatever you say.” you leered as you slowly started backing away from the door

“yeah, it is whatever i say. cause i am telling the truth.” he dryly uttered

“you cannot be lying to me when i saw you getting ready to sniff somethin’. it’s cool though, im not a party pisser.” you sneered as you opened the door wider to get a better look at the weirdo who you were speaking to. the only thing is, you didn’t expect to see someone like him. his dazed, heavy-lidded eyes were a calm shade of brown, strands of his curly, dyed hair were stuck to parts of his forehead due to the sweat, and the cute apple tattoo under his eye all made your face heat up and your head feel lighter than it already did.

“are you just gonna keep staring at me or..” he questioned as he started looking around.

“i wasn’t staring?” you denied as you walked further into the room.

“yeah you were.” he persisted.

“was not”

“was too”

“i wasn’t! i don’t know know why you’re lying”

“i don’t ever lie”

“oh so you saying you saying that you weren’t doing drugs in here earlier isn’t a lie?”

“touché.” he said as moved away from the machine “so would you like to stay in here and keep me company or are you still looking for your friend?”

“i’m pretty bored so i might as well stay. besides, maddy can handle herself for a few more minutes. what’s your name?” you asked as you took a seat on the floor next to him

“elliot.” he replied as he got back to whatever drug he was doing.

“mm, you look like an elliot” you said as your speech started slurring.

“are you drunk?” he questioned as he turned around to look you in your eyes. he saw your captivating (e/c) eyes and ruffled hair. you looked absolutely breathtaking.

“yeah just a lil bit, the patron is coming back to me and i can’t tell how bad my hangover’s gonna be tomorrow. i’m also just the teeniest tiniest bit high if that counts for anything.” you rambled as you started to pick the dirt from under your painted acrylic nails.

“okay well before you can change the topic, can you tell me your name?”

“(y/n). and i am not that drunk! i am perfectly fine!” you stuttered, shifting in your spot on the floor

“that’s a real pretty name.” elliot complimented as he observed you for a 100th time tonight.

your face immediately heated up. not only was this boy cute but he was charming too. lord, you hoped you didn’t get too wasted to forget and ask him for his number

you both spent an hour and a half talking to each other about the most random shit imaginable until nothing you said started to made any sense to elliot. but even though he couldn’t understand a word coming out your mouth, he still listened to you blabber about how wyoming wasn’t a real state for 10 minutes straight. he genuinely believed you would’ve gone on and on about this if your phone hadn’t rang when it did.

19 missed calls from ; madz 🪐

13 missed calls from ; kitty kat 🐈‍⬛

madz🪐: bitch wya

madz🪐: pick up the phone

madz🪐: u getting dick or smth? pick up the phone dummyyy

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: maddy is thinking ab leaving, you wanna leave w/ us?

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: omg pick up

kitty kat 🐈‍⬛: how do you get lost in this tiny ass house

“shit, my friends are calling me. i gotta go” you said as you grabbed your purse and fixed your dress

“mm do you really have to go?” elliot asked, tilting his head up at you

“yes, i do. my only ride home is about to leave” you sighed

“i can take you home.”

“a drug addict offering to take me home sounds like a wonderful idea.” you mused, grabbing your bag.

“okay, okay. i get it, you gotta leave” he said, slouching further onto the floor

“thank you, now if you’ll excuse me-“

“before you leave-“ elliot started, “can i get a kiss before you go”

you stood there stuck. it felt as if your brain just malfunctioned and gave out. your mouth felt dry, your legs almost gave out from under you. he couldn’t be serious.

you immediately started laughing. he had to be joking. nobody could be that bold, that cute, and that stupid

elliot stood up as he stared at you with smirk on his face, waiting for you to come towards him

“oh, you’re serious?” you asked, stopping your laughter

you walked closer to him, staring at his face. you were speechless, no words would come out your mouth no matter how hard you thought. you felt your face get hot and your breathing was labored. you didn’t have to kiss him, but you wanted to.

you stared him in the eyes for a few seconds before standing on your toes to whisper in his ear “it isn’t very polite to ask ladies you've just met for a kiss, lover boy. maybe another time?” you then wrapped your hand around his torso to take his phone out of his back pocket to write your number in his notes app.

“call me, ‘mkay?” you smirked as you left the room, leaving the curly head boy alone with his thoughts. after about 30 seconds of replaying the scene that just happened, he finally shook his head and picked up his phone to save your number in it.

elliot thought you’d be easy. just a one night stand. he couldn’t deny how beautiful you were and how he thought to himself that he should try and keep you in his life for a while but ultimately decided against it. he expected you to mindlessly kiss him and when tomorrow would arrive, he’d invite you over, you guys would fuck, and then never think of each other again.

as you were in the car with maddy and kat, you had hoped he’d end up calling you tomorrow. even thought you wanted to kiss him more than you’ve wanted anything else in your entire life, you wanted to keep him hooked, too. i mean, what’s the fun in immediately giving him what he wants? you wanted fun and this is the exact excitement you were looking for.

355 notes · View notes

scuderiahoney · 4 days

Note

IN MOTION P7 BABY LETS GO

LEE THIS GOT SO LONG HOLY SHIT IM SO SORRY 😭😭 ITS LIKE 35 POINTS

1. in motion alex and lily ( and alex and lily in general) have to be roman empire cuz THEYRE LITERALLY SO CUTE I CANT

2. they called bunny first omg shut up.

3. have you watched red white and royal blue? cuz the 'osc' and the relived bunny is so alex and henry saying "alex" "baby" coded

4. oh i just know sebs gonna be kicking his feet and shit (figuratively) when he finds out about bunny and osc

5. rip bunny and lily you would love taylor swift

6. Oooh back story time.

7. "ive always got time for you" SCREAMING. CRYING.

8. well thats a traumatic backstory. Im sad now, and oscar's response??? Its not giving unwanted pity or sympathy and its not completely dismissive because she has "gotten over it", because you don't really get over that you know. And he's reassuring her not in a way that feels like pity but empathy

9. OSCAR PIASTRI HAS 3 BRAIN CELLS 1 is for his chosen sport, one is for his sense of humour, one is for emotional intelligence.

10. He's so real for the max comment 😭😭 reminds of that vid where max goes "my dad did that a mechanic once witha fork" and daniel just goes😃🧍wut

11. oscar encouraging bunny to try football (I can't use soccer for the LIFE of me lee im SORRY thats just not right) makes me so SOFTTTT

12. Lily and alex stop being couple goals challenge FAILED

13. i mean bunny its not really that hard figure it out unless you're max and lando (completely fuckin oblivious)

14. I have no clue how hockey works BUT AHHHH THEY WON AHHHH

15. one more game. One last data point. what if i cry huh? What then?

16. List of things to hold against lee 1) lando's plot line in motion 2) strawberry wine chap 3. 3) the CHARLES APOCALYPSE FIC (basically any angst cuz im a wittle baby)

17. Stairs why stairs huh what. OH HI OSCAR (its 2 am forgive me)

19. Carlos oscar beef persists in every universe (except in that one fic cait wrote.. but that was also sorta beefy with sexual tension)

20. MAX YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS TO THE HAIR COLOUR AISLE AND BUY THAT BLUE DYE. Oscar is about to dye laughing (get it) his zendaya laugh when he finds this lore

21. DID NO ONE BET ON THEM? i was expecting a "you owe me a twenty" somewhere

22. Lando you stupid stupid fool,(yes sir id like this one for my self please)

23. "Eachother apparently" lee i love the way you write stories but i lOVE your dialogues even more 😭😭😭

24. Imagine oscar being like "charles. YOU NEED to switch seats with me." esp if he's sitting in the dead centre between max and lando

25. Honestly i totally get bunny cuz i was crying all over when out volleyball team one the state level and this is like NATIONALS

26. logan 😭😭

27. nooo max, pookie noo (this is me adding to this after monaco., it was indeed pookie no but osc podium charles win yay!)

28. jos verstappen couldn't be half the person max is.

29. Hey Mr. bartender? can i get two "your happiness is more important than some stupid trophy." With some extra unconditional love on top thanks.

30. lee a question why is max doing "sappy stuff later, we should celebrate", "angry on bunnys bf later, we should celebrate" . Like i get half of the reason but their seems something a lot more deeper than just wanting to celebrate hardwork and "last time" thing

31. Max and lando are so done w their bullshit (they only know a few hours) and charles is done w max and landos bs cuz he's known MUCH longer and HE ISNT COMPLAINING AS MUCH AS THEM

32. Bunny the mother hen ahhh

33. SHE REALLY CAME FOR SEBS NECK 😭😭

34. oh they remember the kiss, i thought they would be hungover enough to forget all the best osc bby

35. I TOLD YOU. SEBS KICKING HIS FEET AND GIGGLING.

36. Long live carcar beef 🫶

-😴

DONT APOLOGIZE I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. my response got long so it’s under the read more:

1. Alex & Lily guest starring in every fic bc they are the blueprint

3. i have not but i did read the book & yeah. That’s the energy.

7. it’s all i want tbh why can’t i find a guy like the fictional ones i write

8 & 9. emotionally intelligent osc my beloved!!!

11. you should see the arguments cece and i have had while i was asking for help workshopping this fic. there’s a lot of *soccer *football. i still have not convinced her but in my defense they’re at an American uni they would call it soccer

16. i will NEVER escape the wrath of strawberry wine part 3 no matter how much fluff i write. still in @theemporium ‘s doghouse months later

17. oh hiiiiii osc!!

19. omg @leclerced ‘s carcar fic my beloved 😵‍💫 ty for the reminder i should rlly go reread it

20. Oscar just wakes up to blue haired bunny & nearly died of shock

21. tbh i just didn’t think of it but George and Alex definitely did!! they’ve had a running bet going since before spring break i feel like.

23. THANK YOUUUUU dialogue is so hard to get right so i am kicking my feet over this

24. 👀👀👀

27. biiiiiig mood

29. hi bartender me too pls

30. i think i get what you’re saying but it’s really not meant to be him avoiding it or anything- he just knows they have a flight home to bug Oscar and a few weeks left to be sad about things ending, and events that they’ll get to be sentimental at. but this is the only chance they have to be at a bar after they win the championship so he wants them to have fun!! (and then he himself gets sad but. he’s trying to make sure they all have a good time)

31. Charles is so so over it he’s caught them making out already, this is old news to him. max & lando are scandalized

34. poor oscar. godspeed dude.

35. supportive seb!!!

36. carcar beef always & forever

thank you SO much for reading & letting me know what you thought ily!!

#box box #anon #😴 anon

11 notes · View notes

kohakun · 2 years

Text

prompt » 25; "you love me?" "i always have."

pairing » hiiro amagi x gn!reader

requested? » yes

genre » fluff

a/n » im not really happy with how the ending turned out but whatever </3

you were everything to hiiro. the person he looked forward to seeing all day, the person who made him smile the most, the person who was his source of comfort when things got difficult, the person whom he was so incredibly enamoured with — it was all you.

hiiro wasn't stupid, he knew what he was feeling went far past the bounds of merely liking someone. he didn't want to make a big deal out of it and certainly didn't want to scare you away by rushing things, so he had decided to wait.

little did he know how challenging that would be. he found himself falling for you even more every passing day, from the way you gently ran your fingers through his locks while he was half-asleep to the way you never failed to ask him how his day went and sat patiently with a smile on your face as he animatedly explained the things that happened.

every time you held his hand, it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest no matter how many times you had done it before and every time he felt your lips form into a fond smile against his own, he swore that he was falling in love with you all over again.

he was so infatuated with every single part of you, every single habit of yours. he knew that you were the only one for him, the only one who he would ever be able to see a future with and the only one who wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

and that was why when you were holding each other close to one another, you gently pressing kisses to the top of his head as he held your waist, he whispered the three words he's always wanted to tell you into your ear without even thinking about it; "i love you."

you halted your actions, a bewildered expression on your face as you processed what he had just said. and even though his voice was firm and sincere when he uttered those words, you couldn't help but ask, "you love me?" and although he didn't mean to blurt that out, he still confirmed it.

"i always have." and you could never doubt him with how much adoration filled his eyes at that moment, prompting you to press your lips against his in a loving kiss. "i love you too," you said as you pulled away and hiiro giggled before pecking your lips once again.

"you don't know how long ive been waiting to tell you that."

#yun writes #yun's 100 follower event #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #hiiro amagi #hiiro x reader #hiiro amagi x reader

233 notes · View notes

bratshaws · 2 years

Text

goodness gracious 34. brb x oc

(im sorry i love him your honor)

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: is there enough smut in this fic?????????????????????????? absolutely not and i a m s or ry. im a whore

check out the fic's playlist made by the sweet @wiipes !!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff then smut, car s3x, Rooster wanted to fuck Bea in the Bronco ever since they got together more news at 10.

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33

(pls let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!!)

taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @shrimping-for-all @gretagerwigsmuse @frenchtoastix

@lizzie-rdj @fanboyluvr @atarmychick007 @comebacktoearthpls

@peachiicherries @mak-32 @lizziespidiepridie @roosterswifey @ollyoxenfrees @piceous21 @sqrlgrl22 @hofficoffi @lexhalstead3

“Aunt Penny,” Shells calls, wrapping her arms around her aunt’s waist from behind, “My favorite aunt, the woman that raised me as her own daughter, the most beautiful woman in this whole wide world.” Penny keeps looking down at the glasses she’s refilling, “I have a proposition for you.”

“Of course you do.” the older woman chuckles, handing the tray to Beatrice who took it to a table in the corner of the bar, “What is it?”

“I was thinking that tomorrow, after we win, you could give us all free drinks?” the blonde suggests, giving her aunt a sweet smile which only made the other woman blink in her direction, “Please? Come on, we’ll do so good!”

“After? Not if?”

“Um…aunt Penny.” Shells steps back, gesturing to her then to Beatrice who just got back after giving the patrons their drinks,” Look at us? How would we not win?”

Penny leaned her weight on the bar top, her other hand propped on her hip as she stared the two down. Beatrice looked a bit confused at what was happening, but stood by with the tray being held in both hands with a little smile on her face but her niece just smiled wider, still gesturing to the two of them vigorously like they were both prized mares at an auction. Penny sighs, smiling, but tilts her head to the side as she’s thinking, “Well…I think I can do it just once.”

“Yes!” her niece shouts, but no patron pays attention since they are all used to Shells boisterous and loud personality, “Thanks aunt Penny, I love you.” she says, pressing a kiss to her aunt’s cheek before taking the tray off Bea’s hands, switching places with her so the brunette stood behind the bar.

Beatrice looked up to where she saw Rooster and the other officers close to the pool table, her boyfriend giving her a smile and a wink before bringing the bottle to his lips, keeping eye contact until the brunette moved her gaze away. Penny laughed softly, shaking her head in amusement, “Honestly, I’m so glad you two finally came to your senses and got together.” Beatrice looks towards her with a small smile,so Penny continues, “Because I think me and Shells would go insane the more you two pined for each other without acting on it.”

Bea blushes harder, dropping her gaze to her hands as she dries a glass, “Yeah…Shells said the same thing.” she chuckles, “...I just got nervous about talking to him.”

“I know,Bea. But aren’t you glad you two finally did?” Penny’s smile widened at Beatrice's quiet nod, her cheeks turning a brighter shade of red. Much like her niece, Penny figured out the two of them were pining for each other ages ago, it was obvious and Rooster was anything but subtle.

She lost count of how many times she caught him looking in Beatrice’s direction when the brunette wasn’t looking, only to meet the bar owner’s eyes and then move his own gaze away. Or whenever he played the piano, he’d clear his throat loudly and make a bit of a scene of stretching and popping his knuckles, tossing one quick glance over the bar to see if Bea was looking and Penny would literally see him deflate if Beatrice was busy somewhere else.

“You always missed when he looked at you.” Penny says, making the brunette slowly stop the movements to look back at her, “And he looked at you a lot, every time you were busy or doing something else. He was smitten from the beginning.”

One moment Penny remembers very clearly was during the time Beatrice thought Rooster and Phoenix were together, so she avoided him even more after that, clearly upset even after being told that they were just friends. Penny noticed how Rooster looked up every time she moved, hoping to catch a glimpse of her in any way before she walked away from his view. Penny could see how the pilot desired nothing more than a smidge of her attention, even straightening up on his seat if her body partially turned in his direction.

It was so endearing and so sweet…and so painfully slow that Penny and Shells decided to act up on it because Beatrice would never take a step forward about that, too nervous and shy to approach him.

Penny joined her niece’s shenanigans because like Shells, she knew Bea deserved to have a happy relationship with a guy that genuinely liked her. Knowing that Rooster was a lot bolder with his flirting before he met Beatrice, especially because he didn’t want to scare her away, only proved her gut feeling was right about him.

She had seen many relationships occur while in the bar, but none of them made her heart swell with pride than these two. Just the way they acted to each other, which her niece said was ‘literally disgustingly sweet’, showed they were meant to be together from the very start, they just needed a little push.

“He never told me he looked at me that often.” Beatrice whispered, her cheeks warming up with a smile present on her face “I…I thought it was one sided.”

“It was never one sided, Bea.” Penny smiles, gently bumping her shoulder to the young woman’s, “You guys were just too nervous to act on it.”

Never one sided.

The goblin voice in her head growled, trying to make it seem that it was one sided and Rooster just was with her out of pity, but it sounded meek over time, until nothing more could be heard.

She looked back up again, watching him lean on the pool table with the pool cue on his opposite hand as he chatted with Payback, his head tipping back in a laugh that only made her heart flutter with feelings, like it was still their first weeks together.

It was a great feeling, one she hasn’t felt in so long and she was so happy it never passed, it was still a constant no matter what.

Penny cleared her throat when Beatrice kept looking at Rooster, the young woman blinking back at her in surprise, “Sorry!” she said quietly when Penny nodded in the direction of other patrons that needed their drinks.

Working before the game tomorrow definitely helped get her mind at ease, something about working at a Navy bar filled with patrons that would always need your help for something or the other really distracted her brain. And Rooster too of course.

Every time he’d come to the counter he’d just stay there watching her with half lidded eyes as she went to grab more beers. She didn’t know how, but he’d also sneak a kiss inside of her wrist before going back to their table. Beatrice could only smile and try to act like nothing happened, even if her cheeks were redder than the Budweiser label.

And he knew what he was doing, of course he did. He did say his favorite hobby was making her blush. She does hear a sudden string of Italian coming from the entrance, which was odd, she hasn’t heard any Italian ever coming into the bar.

She turns her head in hopes to check who it could be, gasping loudly as she recognizes the first in the group of five men that wandered in. “Umberto?” her cousin looks up when he hears his name, pulling the Lakers cap off his head to tuck under his arm. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, his brown hair combed back but still maintaining the unbelievable thickness everyone in her family seemed to have in their heads.

Umberto’s lips parted in a smile “Cugina!” he laughs, talking something to the officers behind him before he gets closer, already speaking in Italian to her “Ma cosa ci fai qui? Così lontano da casa tua?”

“I work here, Umberto. What are you doing here?” she replies in English, not being able to contain her surprise, her cousin ushering his friends inside the bar as he takes a seat on the stool with his arms folded “I thought you’d go home after aunt Martha’s wedding?”

“Oh, uh…” it takes him a second to translate the words in his head, but when he does he laughs “No, no!I went home after the wedding! Here to do a training program! Just arrived back in the US!” he gestures to the group of men behind him, already seated in a booth,” All of us.”

Umberto’s thick accent and deep voice surely stood out from the usual English speaking atmosphere “Ooohhh, oh okay! And so you guys decided to come here.”

“Yes! Some Navy officers told us this place is nice!” he smiles, “I didn’t know my cugina worked here, do I get free drinks then?”

Beatrice laughs, “Oh I don’t think so.” she says, ‘But I can suggest something to drink.”

“Yes I’d like–” he turns his head to the pool table, where he sees a known face, “Eh! BRADSHAW!” he laughs, pushing himself off the stool and marching through the crowd towards a surprised Bradley, who immediately laughed and engulfed the other man in a hug, the two aviators clapping each on the back like old friends.

Which made Beatrice smile fondly, watching her Italian cousin greet her boyfriend with such gusto genuinely made her stomach flutter with even more butterflies. She saw Bradley gesture to Umberto to the other officers, who in turn got up to greet him as well, Umberto looking back to his own friends and beckoning them closer.

“I thought I heard an Italian cacophony.” Shells said as she neared the bar top, looking back at the large group “Your family keeps showing up here, we might need to fine you or something.”

Beatrice laughs, playfully shoving her friend’s shoulder who just joins with her own loud cackle. Meanwhile, Umberto introduces all the other officers to Bradley and the others, digging his hands inside his pockets as he watched them play pool with interest while still talking to Bradley, “Yes,we are here for the training program.” he says with a smile, “We arrived just a few hours ago.”

“I mean, pretty cool, man.” Bradley smiles, “Looks like we’ll see each other then, I’m coming back from my leave on Monday.” it tastes bitter when he says it, the memory he won’t have Bea every day for a while made his insides clench unpleasantly. Maybe he shouldn’t have stayed with her for so long, because now he’d feel very lonely inside his apartment for a while - yes he’d still see her but it wasn’t the same thing!- without her warmth and her scent and everything that reminded him of her.

Umberto hums, like Beatrice and most of her family does, he notices that it must be something common within all of them, “Nice! Good to know!It will be interesting!” the Italian officer looked at the pool table with interest but it wasn’t Bradley who asked him if he wanted to play.

Instead, it was Nat, “Are you going to play or are you just looking?” she asks, leaning on the pool cue while keeping her eyes on the brown haired man. Umberto blinks in surprise, his lips parting in a brilliant smile that makes the dimples on his cheeks more visible.

“Oh, I am a bit um…arrugginito? Rusty.” he translates quickly, “But I suppose I can play a bit.”

Nat smirks, “Sounds good, how about you and me then? Just to start off easy.”

“Oh I have a feeling it won’t be that easy.” Umberto laughs, grabbing one of the extra pool cues on the wall. Bradley watched this interaction with his eyebrows furrowed, going back and forth between the two with his lips pursed…he could be wrong but he was sure that Nat was definitely flirting with Umberto.

Oh she gave him the look she was definitely flirting with him. Umberto was a cool guy, from what he knew about him,he just seemed a bit oblivious to Nat’s obvious advances. He chose to step back then, telling the others he was going to let them have fun for the night…which basically meant ‘I miss my girlfriend but she’s at work right now so I’ll go to the bar counter until she’s ready to leave.’

So he did, smiling when he met Beatrice’s gaze over the counter, “I think you noticed your cousin is here.” he says, gesturing to where Umberto and the other Italian officers were, Bea’s cousin smiling at the noise of the pool balls clicking together and him scoring a point.

“I did.” she smiles, refilling the napkin holder on the side “I don’t know how long he’ll be here though, he did say something about training so maybe…a few weeks?”

“That’d be a good assumption.” he replies, dropping his eyes down her waist and legs slowly, fully aware that Bea can see him doing that, clearing her throat softly, “What?”

“You are ogling me.”

“You are beautiful.” he says as if it was obvious, giving her a nonchalant shrug and a little smirk.

She chuckles quietly, her cheeks warming up to a lovely red color as she shakes her head, still getting shivers all over her body from his voice alone. A lot of things changed once she met Bradley, she discovered a lot of kinks she never thought she’d have.

The voice kink was something she had for a while, his voice - and his accent - were so nice to hear, she’d probably go insane just hearing him talk. Or sing. Or hearing how deep and raspy it’d get in the mornings. She was delving into dangerous territory, a territory she couldn’t really get too into since she’s still working and that’d be highly inappropriate and very distracting.

But could she be blamed?

She sneakily looked his way, where she could see the expanse of golden skin and firm muscles under the bar lights.

She couldn’t be blamed.

“Bea,” he says then, squinting his eyes playfully, “Are you ogling me?” shit, she was caught when she was trying to be subtle. She didn’t even have to answer, her cheeks answered his question like always. If he wasn’t so handsome and if she didn’t love him so much, that cheeky smirk on his face would make her so mad. She just rolled her eyes, moving away from him and trying to forget what happened.

By the time she left the bar she was still thinking about it, chewing on her lower lip inside the bronco and keeping her hands on top of her lap. From time to time she would give him a few looks, following the line of his bicep as it disappeared under the short sleeve of his Hawaiian shirt.

She tapped her fingers on her denim clad thighs, trying to keep her eyes away without much success. Part of her suggested that they could do something, after all it’d probably help her nerves because of the game tomorrow, right? The other part, the horniest part of her brain, was glad they were parked in such a dark area close to the beach to enjoy the scenery after having dinner together, since there was no one out there it gave them a bit of privacy in case they wanted to do…certain things.

Immediately her eyes widened at the sudden thought, inhaling sharply, then crossing her arms over her bust as she tried to yank the image out of her head, sinking deeper into the passenger seat until she was almost sliding out of it. Bradley looked at her by the corner of his eye, seeing her face partially buried by the thick jacket she wore to work, chewing her lower lip with her eyebrows curved downwards, “Babe?” he calls, only to see Beatrice sink even more, her knees touching the front panel “Babe, are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“...you sure? You are almost out of the seat.” she must’ve noticed that now, because she blinked and looked around herself, then sheepishly wriggled herself upwards. Maybe these thoughts are just because his leave was nearing its end and she was just…trying to get all the ideas out before he goes back to his apartment.

Interestingly that only made the thought appear even more tempting than before. She made a little sound of despair, cupping her hands on her warm cheeks as she felt conflicted about what to do. On one hand…it was horribly enticing, on the other there was no way he’d say yes. This car was his baby, he’d never agree to it.

But what if he did? She just made another sound, covering her face then and further worrying Bradley with how she was acting, “Baby, do you feel sick? What’s wrong?”

“I…” she chews her lower lip even more, the already red flesh getting more irritated, “There’s nothing wrong I’m okay, just a bit tired.” The pilot furrows his eyebrows and Beatrice takes notice that the roar of the ocean surely would cover any noise, maybe if they were quiet– no. No. No. Not a good idea.

He hums, “Alright.” he says sweetly, dropping his large hand on her thigh to caress the denim covered flesh back and forth. It didn’t help her situation whatsoever, but she wasn’t going to move his hand away when it was so nice and making her body react so nicely to it too. Why did he have to have such huge hands, with thick fingers that she felt more times than she could count and she loved it so much.

She wasn’t sure if he noticed how her thighs clenched together, if he did he didn’t mention it. Her breathing uneven as she cautiously looks at him when he stops his hand right on the crease between her pelvis and thigh, fingers dangerously close to the apex, his pinky finger touching the zipper of her jeans.

God she hoped she wouldn’t regret this. And that he’d forgive her for even thinking about it. She cups his face in her hands and kisses him deeply, his eyebrows going up in surprise with a startled hum vibrating into her open mouth, but he gets back to it quickly. His lips curved into a smile against her mouth, swallowing her soft moans when his tongue dipped inside, the hand on her thigh now moved up to touch her skin under the jacket.

Beatrice whimpers,her bag falling on the car’s floor mats with a dull ‘thud’, slowly standing up on her knees to climb over his lap and straddle him. Surprisingly, at least for her, it wasn’t a tight fit as she thought it’d be, her legs weren’t hitting anything that wasn’t the side of Bradley’s thighs and the driver’s seat.

She moaned into his mouth, still not believing she was doing this, and was ready to pull back and ask him if this was okay, but the way his hands frantically started unzipping her jacket and yanking it out of her body gave her a straight answer right away. He dragged his lips down her jawline, his mustache tickling against her feverish skin as he tossed the jacket to the passenger seat.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “God, I fucking love,” he says between kisses, “When you do shit like this.” she mewls in response, her hands cupping the back of his head to keep him biting her neck. He ground their hips together, the seam of her pants pressing right against her clit with the sudden movement, making her entire body shudder in response.

Their mouths meet again in a heated lip lock, “Backseat?” she questions out of breath against his lips.

“Fuck, yes, backseat.” she kisses his lips one last time before she climbs out of his lap, not seeing how his eyes followed the globes of her ass until she sat down, kicking off her converse and then tugging down her pants down her legs, tossing them on top of her shoes. He quickly yanked the glove compartment open, rummaging through it for a bit until he found one condom hidden behind a pile of stuff he honestly wasn’t focused enough to check right now.

He was already pulling out his Hawaiian shirt before going to the backseat, dropping it on top of Bea’s clothes - which now had not only her pants but her undershirt too. He couldn’t help the pained groan when he saw her wearing just her undergarments, even if they weren’t matching there was something so sexy about it.

Maybe it was just Beatrice.

“Fuck you are so, beautiful.” he breathes out, meeting her lips in a kiss, pulling back to remove his white tee shirt before melding their lips together again. She whimpered, the fabric of the backseat warming her skin, her back arching so their chest would touch. But Rooster had other plans, he pressed open mouthed kisses from her jawline to the valley of her breasts, then past below her stomach - an area she still flinched whenever given love - until he reached her panties.

Their space was limited and since Bradley was so tall and broad, he had to figure out ways they could work this out. Because god damn it, it was one of his many fantasies and the fact that Bea initiated it was driving him completely insane. His defined chest heaved with pants as he looked down right at the apex of her thighs, where just by brushing his fingers over the fabric of her striped boyshorts he could feel how wet she was.

Since there wasn’t a lot of room to move, there wasn’t much they could do as much as he wanted. Plus he was already bursting at the seams, literally, just looking at her body flushed and her eyes looking at him through a heavy lidded gaze. He quickly got rid of his pants and underwear, Beatrice following right behind, “C’mere.” he says,grabbing her hand after he rolls the condom on, following her movements as she returns to sit on his lap, his cock pressed between her outer lips and his navel.

She breathes in and out softly, draping her arms around his neck, “Is this okay?”

“It’s more than okay, gorgeous.” he replies, sliding a hand between the two to align himself, slowly pushing inside and watching her eyelids flutter shut. No matter how often they do it, everytime he hilts inside of her it’s like the first time. “Holy…shit…” he whispers, grabbing the plush curve of her hips with both hands before he moves, at a vagarous pace at first.

Beatrice whimpers, her bare chest touching his as her own hips move in a wave like motion that breaks out a moan out of him, the hands on her hips now go separate ways, one going up to hold her shoulder and the other grabbing the soft flesh of her ass cheek. Beatrice whimpers, continuing with the wave motions of her hips, her hair falling over the two like a curtain of chocolate brown.

Bradley groans again, dropping his nape on the backseat as he watches her move on top of him, she was still a bit nervous but it’s gotten a lot better since the very first time they did it. She now moved a lot freely, which he was very happy to see because not only was it great for him it also meant she was losing a bit of the shyness and nerves she had around him.

“God, baby…” he coos, the hand on her shoulder dragging back to her chest, “You look so fucking good on top of me, so fucking good. Taking me so well,” she whimpers in response already, “Taking my cock so well, Bea.”

“Brad…”

“Yeah, you do.” he says, “You are so fucking sexy all the fucking time.” Bradley drags his eyes to the flushed skin of her chest, her breasts moving with the movement of their pacing, “With amazing breasts and an even better ass.” he finishes the sentence by slapping the said ass, the sound echoing inside the car alongside her yelped moan, “Were you thinking about us fucking here?” she nods mutely, furrowing her eyebrows at a deep thrust “Was that why you were so red earlier?” another nod, this time with her forehead touching his.

He could feel her wetness sliding down his thighs and onto the seat, but he honestly couldn’t care less right now. This was way too hot for him to care. “Brad…please…” he was moving his hips deeper, and while it was good she needed a lot more.

“What do you need, Bea?”

“...you….t-to move….more…”

“But I am moving.”

She lifts her head to meet his infuriating little smirk, her own hips moving faster in hopes he’d get the hint, “Brad…” she digs her nails on his shoulders, “Please…” Beatrice lets out a breath of relief when his arms wrap around her waist then, possibly he was just losing it as she was, needing release.

Both of them could feel the car rocking and hoped really hard that no one wanted to have a sudden middle of the night stroll in this darkened part of the road, because it’d be obvious something was going on. The windows fogged up, their moaning mingling together into one while Bradley’s hips moved upwards in a quick repetitive movement, breaking whatever line of thought Beatrice was about to have, “Oh God, Brad!!”

“Yeah, baby,” he coos, giving another slap to the opposite buttcheek as his hips pistoned up, “Are you going to cum? Hm?” she moans out a broken ‘yes’, keeping up with his thrusting with her voice cracking , “God, you feel so good, so fucking good!” He could hear how wet she was, alongside both of them moaning as quietly as they could with their hips slapping together vigorously.

Beatrice moans louder and louder, she was so close. She wasn’t even thinking when she slid a hand between their bodies to touch herself and fasten her climax. What she did not expect was how that would affect Bradley, whose eyes immediately widened when he saw her moving her fingers quickly and his thrusts fastened to an almost inhuman speed, “Holy fuuuuuckkk!!!” he wasn’t quiet when he came this time, his moan was loud enough she was sure it shook the windows.

She wasn’t too far behind, her whole body tensing up as she screamed against his neck, curling her toes as her orgasm hit with full force. Her whimpers continued for a while as her body shook with aftershocks, shuddering with his arms still wrapped around her waist. It takes a few minutes for either of them to say something, Bea breaking the hot and heavy silence, her face pressed on his sweaty chest, “Brad?” she calls, seeing he’s still breathing heavily, his head leaning back on the seat leaving his throat exposed, “Brad? Are you okay?”

She moves a bit to check on him and he immediately holds her hips, ‘No,no,no,no, stop.” he says quickly, his voice still shaky “Don’t-don’t move.” Beatrice blinks, but stays put, pressing her ear to his chest and hearing his rapidly beating heart, his own breathing still shaking as he was coming down of his high, “Jesus fucking Christ. That was…really good…”

“...really?”

He chuckles, “Really? She says, God, Bea.” he finally looks down at her, his face beautifully flushed and shining with sweat, his hair a complete mess and eyelids low, “It was so fucking good I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a little while.” he was still sensitive with such a powerful climax taking all the air out of his lungs.

Beatrice couldn’t help the little smile on her face, her cheeks turning red but for a completely different reason. When he finally says she can move, she pushes herself up and kisses his lips,”I love you.”

Bradley’s eyes soften, one of his hands caressing her cheek, “I love you too, gorgeous. Now,” he drops the hand down to her hip, “We should go back, because I’m not nearly half as done with you.”

Beatrice widens her eyes, “But, Brad–”

“Consider this a pre-game workout gorgeous.” he smirks, kissing her lips soundly then slapping her butt to hear her sharp yelp of surprise echo around the interior of his car.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

206 notes · View notes