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jester089 · 6 months

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Gotta say, massive fan of the work you’ve pumped out, especially for TADC (it came out two weeks or so ago and there’s this much already what?!)

That said, could you write for the gang (separately, I’m sorry l know it’s a lot) who’s s/o resisted abstraction? Like, they were halfway through but turned back through sheer will? *Insert John Wick reference* This has been ping ponging in my head for a while. Thanks for listening! XO

Glitchy pain

I've written for something like this before. And I wasn't sure if you wanted angst or fluff. But since what I wrote before was angst I'm gonna just donna do my ideas on this one. Also to anyone else who feels like requesting don't be afraid to ask for a lot of characters. My max is like 10 and only because Tumblr doesn't like super long posts. I honestly don't think I would have a max if not for that. But really from like 7 pm to 4 am I got a lot of free time and the want to write. So ask to your hearts content. TADC crew x (kind of) abstracted reader

Caine

Caine was floating around when he heard what sounded like a pained and glitchy scream? He quickly floats over to where he heard it from only to find you clutching your head crumpled up into a ball on the floor. He was about to float down and ask you what happened before he noticed the random glitches, black spiky flesh, and randomly colored eye balls all appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye. So he backed off, a little sad over the fact you were abstracting but life goes on. Until you let out another pained scream, it was almost like the abstraction reacted as the second you screamed it reverted a bit and slowed down. It continues like that for who knows how long. You in a mental and physical battle with abstraction. Caine just staring completely taken back by what he was witnessing. After enough time you vomit a nasty and seemingly living blob of black goo onto the floor and pass out. Caine stares at your motionless body for a few seconds before snapping out of it. He puts the weird goo blob into the cellar and takes you back to your room. He doesn't even know how to react, so he sits there at your bedside waiting for you to wake up. Once you do he is relived to find it's still you, speaking in full sentences and everything. Sure your voice and body have the occasional glitch but overall you're ok. So he leaves you be, mostly. He still needs to study your code for how you did that. But past that and him being a bit more "walking on egg shells" around you, but nothing really changes. And not wanting the others to think your a threat, you and Caine don't tell anyone.

Gangle

Gangle was wandering around looking for you. Her comedy mask broke again and you were the only one who knew how to fix it properly. She could patch it up sure but it never lasted long. Much like Caine she heard you scream out, only difference being she recognized your voice. She quickly changed from casual and aimless stroll to sprint with reason finding you leaned against a wall holding your stomach looking like your about to throw up. She runs up to you and places a hand(?) on each side of your head staring into your eyes. She in a panicked voice asks "Are you ok?! What happened?!" You half shove her away a garbled and messy version of your voice half screaming out that it isn't safe. You quickly regret taking the energy to speak and move as a giant surge of pain jolts up your digital spine forcing you onto your knees. You let out another pained groan/scream as black goo starts oozing out of your mouth. It's only then that Gangle realizes your glitching! She panics and tells you to stay calm while she gets Caine. Gangle sprints off with a mission luckily finding Caine rather quickly. She especially screams at him to help her/follow her. He listens and follows her. When she gets back to where she left you, your passed out. But you aren't glitching anymore. And your not fully abstracted. She carefully walks over to you and sets a gentle hand (ribbon) on your face feeling a whole lot of relief when you half swat at her hand in your sleep. She'll watch you while you sleep making sure you aren't disturbed but when you're awake and she's sure you're ok you are going to be getting a whole lot of cuddles from her. Her comedy mask can wait.

Zooble

Zooble was missing a leg and was hobbling/jumping her way towards your room to ask if you'd seen it. She knocked on your door only to receive no response. She knocks again. Nothing. So she unlocks it with the spare key you gave her. She is stunned by what she sees. Obsessive scribbles covering your walls. Wall paper torn and dirtied. She takes a few cautious steps before finally hearing you say in a horrible sounding voice "P̵̛̣̤̪̑̈́̄͆̚p̴̹͇̆̑̐͠ṕ̷͔̼͙̅̀͐̿͋͜͝P̵̢͚̩̱̮̭̉͜͠l̵͔̟̰̘̼̹̼̯͉͆ḛ̴̣͈̖͛̈́̏̏͌̕͜a̴̢͇̣̮̠͕̮͆̾s̸̡͉̣̺̯͚̾̈́͋̃̑͊͘s̵̼͛̃͛̄̏̊̊͜͠ͅs̷̨̯̬̯͊e̵̢̪̜̗͙̞͈̠͌̔͠s̸̢͔̝̳̞͈̭̲͂͆̇̄͛́́͗ͅͅ ̴̗̻̳̗̜̙̹̘͒̒̑̅̂̎̚͘w̴̰̘͂͊̌̒͘w̸̢̦̑̍̈́͊W̷̨̄̑̌̂̚͝W̵̦̙͇̝̲̪̝̫̜̰̄͑̚w̶̮͐̏̀͊͠h̴̬̤̠̩̰͋͗̾̓̈́̍̅ó̴͍̭͇̯͚̮͔̽̓̔̈́ ̶̥̑͋͒̿̀Ê̶̼͎͇͍̳̯͌͋͐̓̋v̸̢͓̩͗͜͝v̴͇͇̮̻͖̪͕̰̹̫̔̌̎̇̑́ë̷̪̤̫̪͌͂̓̕͘e̵̢̨̱̘̗͙̘̱̱̩̎̾̀v̸͍̄͠ë̶̡̙̠̣̰̠́͜r̸͇̰͖̍͑͌̆̌ ̷̯̼͕͍̭̭̲͙̰̽̈́͝y̷̪͉͓͗̿̀̐̈̃̆õ̷̢̜̮̬͒̈́͒̿̀̽̈́͂̈́ǘ̸̡̟̭̩̠̜̬͙̃ṵ̴̭̮̹̯̺̜̤̈͂̽u̸̬̠͉̺͍̰͉̦͌̋́̃͌̊͘͜ ̵̲͖̩̹̲̊̐͂͝͝a̵̰̩̻̗͕͎̮͈̥̫͂̂̌̆̆̎̑a̴̭͒͐̏̎́́͝à̶̛̘̮͍̟̻͕̰̽̍͛̽̈́̃͛͝r̴͎͚͇̻̞̬͑̂̅̿͋̅̂͊̔ą̴̛̱̱̗̔̈́̈́̔͒̆̌͘͠r̵̺̰̬̹̮̬̘̜̈́̊͗͛̅̌͌͘͜ę̸̛̺̞͚̹̘̱̥̲̒̍̏̔͛̌̚ȇ̴̩.̶̛̖̙̦̝̹̰͔̉͂̆̉̐̾̐͠͝ ̵̘̙͎̼̻̩̬͖͌̉̾̂̄͜J̵͐̏̇̈́̑̃͜͝͝j̶̛̠̬̟̓͗͗͆̆̀̈́̿̂͜j̴̢͍̦͉̯͑̍̓J̷̨̧̢̳̟̠̯͖͖͚̐̈̏̓̈͐̎̐͝j̶̫̞̬͖̯̯̹̺̩͆̾̽́̈́̄ͅJ̵͖̘̫̓u̷̡̧͔̥͇͕͔̞̠̇͛̈́̎͂̌͂͘̕ş̶͕̫̎ṫ̷͈͖̲̩͉͌̅̍̈́́̿ ̷̠͕͕̖̜̻̯̻̖̃̏̀͂͑́l̷̳̣̼̓̈́̊̈́̈̎̀́̋̚͜L̶̡̜̣͔͔̼̠̗̎̇̈́̕Ļ̴̞̟̱̹͓̹̪͖͚̂̐͐̑̂͆̐̓̚͠ḽ̶̢̧̙̺̯͖̰͓͐͗̽̈́̃̔̀̾̕l̴̢̢̳̜̣̦̎́́̔̕̚e̷͔̫͉̘͉̓̓͋͊̀̿̄̕͝ͅã̷̡̢̝̮͔̮̰̱͒͌̈͊̾͂͠ͅͅv̷̗̼͎̠̝̋̓͒͛̂͐͜͜è̶̪̟̲̘̃̓ ̴̺̊̉͑̉̽̅́̕̕m̸̧̦͔̙͍̘̭̲̄͂m̸̧̫͎͌̀̃͜ͅM̴͍͍̫͚̺͚̪̺̿́̒͋̂͐̿͗̚͘m̴̛̘̼͔͑̿̏̅͌̊̾̕e̴̩̟͈̙͑̏͐̆̓͆̏̚͠͝ ̵̳̤͉͉͙̬̥̉̓́̀̓̃̀̌̊͜ͅḁ̶̧̗͈͍͍̉͂̀͆͗̾̆́̚͜͝l̴̜͓͈̄͌̓̈́̉͊͊̍͝a̵̲͒̋̂͐́̊̕̚͝â̶̢͕̫̘̮͈̻͕͙̩͑̂ḹ̵̨̮̓̓̊̍̕̚͝o̵͖͔̥̳̊̐̀͠n̵̺̥̲͔͔̿͋̊ë̶̯̤̻́̌̎̎́̾͋̄̄̋.̵̪̑͆̀̎" (Please whoever you are. Just leave me alone.) She cautiously walks over to your bed and peaks over it. Your laying there curled up into a ball torn and broken items surrounding you. Y-your abstracting?! B-but... Zooble doesn't even really register the fact. She's in shock from seeing you like this. (I mean I would be too) You let out an ear piercing scream and claw at your own face with enough force to tear the skin, if you weren't digital at least. The glitching gets much much worse for a few seconds before just, stopping. No rhyme or reason that she can see. But you can bet your a&$ that after like 5 seconds pass and you stop showing signs of abstraction she's going to huddle near your spitting out so many questions. Mainly ones like "ARE YOU OK!?!" and "Your still with me right?! RIGHT!?!"

Kinger

Kinger would more likely then not be there when your first started glitching. And that might make him officially lose it. Your the second person in this hell (Queener) who he felt close too. And he outlived you too. Still you aren't abstracted yet. Maybe their's still a chance! So he sprints off screaming out for Caine in a voice that is loud enough to make you go deaf if you were too close to him. When he finds Caine. And he will find Caine he grabs him by the shoulders and sprints towards where he last saw you. He basically throws Caine at your glitching form and yells at him to fix you! In that second you stop glitching Caine did nothing and Kinger will basically tackle you. He'll pick you up and hold you over his head like a spear and sprint towards your rooms. Once there he will set up the comfiest coziest pillow fort possible then get you all comfy inside. Once he's sure your at least mostly safe and he's at least mostly calmed down he'll ask you about what happened. (Despite him being pretty crazy I really do feel like out of everyone he would be the best at communication in a friend or relationship. I mean he's that crazy and yet he still has manners and knowledge about a lot. Tbh he might become my fav. Idk it's possible.)

Ragatha

You were helping out Ragatha with a surprise she was making for everyone to lighten their moods when you said that you feel kind of sick so you were going to call it a night. She nods thanks you for the help you gave then gives you a quick peck to the lips as a send off. Not to much to her surprise you choose to lay in her bed instead of yours. Just something you do when you don't wanna be alone. She shrugs it off and keeps working actually quite grateful that you decided to not leave, not fully at least. She keeps working but stops when she hears some very concerning noises coming from your sleeping body. She turns around to see you tossing and turning an abnormal amount in your sleep, as well as making a lot of noises that sound like when someone is choking on their own blood. Concerned she carefully walks over to check on you only to recoil when she notices the glitching. She trips over her own foot and falls over onto her back. She quickly but clumsily gets up and gets back to you. She shakes you a bit trying to wake you up, but you don't only concerning her more. She yells calls out for Pomni who pokes her head through Ragatha's door a second later. Ragatha nearly screams at her to go get Caine. Pomni startled by Ragatha's tone turns heel and runs off to look for Caine while Ragatha stays with you. She keeps whispering things like "You're gonna be ok" and "Pomni's getting Caine just hang in there". Always keeping a hand on you not caring when it starts glitching out too. When Pomni returns with Caine, Ragatha full on yells at him to help you. He looks at you, then back at her, then with a apologetic tone says their isn't anything he can do as abstraction is one of those things he doesn't have control over. Ragatha breaks into tears. So she's gonna lose you, she was even there. BUT SHE CAN'T F@%#&$* HELP?! She holds onto you like you're her last tether to reality. And you seem to get better. Your at the very least don't seem to be in pain anymore! So she squeezes you, really f&$%@#* hard happier then should be possible that your improving.

Jax

Jax found you in his room voice glitching you huddled over in pain. At first he thought it was a revenge prank and acted accordingly. "Haha, very funny Y/N. Now get out of my room I need to do something." That is until you vomited up a ton of pitch black goo. Then he started taking it more seriously. He quickly crouches down and wraps an arm around you to try and provide some support. He freaks out and quickly pulls his arm back when you vomit up more goo and starts visibly glitching. He panics and quickly looks around his room locking onto a like 3 day old unopened water bottle. He opens it and hands it to you as well as a thing to squeeze that half yells to just hang in there he'll be right back. He sprints around not even knowing who to get. He sees Ragatha and half tackles her. He shouts directly into her face that you need help and that you in his room. He tosses her in the direction of his room then continues sprinting around not long after finding Caine. He grabs Caine ignoring his protests and runs back to his room where he fins Ragatha sitting next to his bed you tucked in. Your not vomiting anything and you aren't glitching. You're just shivering. He hears you mumble his name and literally kicks Ragatha and Caine out quickly getting to your side. After he feels he wont get hurt he quickly gets into bed holding you close "If you ever do that again I'm going to take back my vow to not tease you." He falls asleep with his chin resting on your head.

Pomni

At first when you started glitching Pomni didn't really know it was abstraction. She's never seen someone abstract after all, only seeing the finished product. But when you keep getting worse and worse she realizes that something is wrong. So she leaves you with a quick kiss then runs off to the communication thing Caine made after the whole Kaufmo incident. She calls him and when he picks up she screams into the phone that your glitching out. When Caine appears next to her she runs back over to where you are not even checking if Caine is following. When she gets back to you, you're still in really bad shape. She turns back to Caine and yells at him to help you. When he tells her that he can't she starts hyperventilating, then she sees him pick you up and the cellar hole open?! OH F&#$ NO! She basically punches Caine then clings to you protectively, ready to throw hands with Caine if she has to. Caine tries and pull her off when she starts glitching but she has the grip of a professional rock climber. So Caine has to keep curing her glitches at they appear. Cause in his mind your beyond help but she isn't. Then you start to improve. No more coughing and the glitching has slowed down! Pomni glares at Caine then turns back to you with a scared and tired smile on her face. Once your ok enough to talk you are going to get an earful. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HER YOU WERE FEELING BAG ENOUGH TO ABSTRACT?!?!?! (Sorry this was so long. I got a little carried away. And surprisingly I'm pretty proud of this one. I hope you enjoyed it!)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #kinger x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

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fangirl-dot-com · 2 months

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Chapter 24.5 - You Can Throw A Party

Ok, so this is shorter, but I really didn't know what else to put. But I hope it satisfies everyone's wants and needs! This got super sappy, but I loved the ending and I hope you do too!

Like always comments, questions, concerns, asks, reblogs, and likes are appreciated! Love you all and enjoy :D

The grid didn’t know what to expect when they finally arrived at the address that you had sent. Sure, they were expecting a house, but a plain and simple one. Not the giant ass mansion that their Ubers pulled up to.

Charles looked at Pierre.

“Is this the right house?”

The Frenchman just shrugged his shoulders. Lando and Oscar had ridden with Alex, Lily, and Logan, who arrived at pretty much the same time as everyone else. Max and Arthur had apparently arrived early, since they weren’t staying in an extra hotel.

Why the rest didn’t just accept your offer to stay there was your guess. But as the group of 17 guys gazed at the giant estate, they were rethinking their options.

The rest didn’t really know what to say.

“I volunteer Lando to knock first!” Oscar called out before pushing the Briton toward the door.

“Hey! Why me? I vote for Logan?”

“Excuse you? I’m not the party animal Mr. Worldwide.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult, Mr. Eagle screech?”

“Well, if the boot fits.”

“What did you just say?”

“If the boot fits.”

“Can you two please calm down?” the familiar voice of Lewis asked as he got out of his car with George and Carmen. Both were wearing similar outfits to everyone else. Light button ups with shorts. He was about to say something, but the front door opened.

Arthur just stood there, looking weirdly once everyone didn’t move.

“Are you all going to stand there arguing or come in?” he called out. Once the group got the go ahead, they all walked swiftly to the door.

They thought the outside was huge, but the inside seemed to be even bigger. At the giant bar in the corner, the drivers found you siting and talking to Max, who already had a gin tonic in his hand. Arthur came over, putting a hand on your waist and a kiss on your head. Max spotted the group first and left you alone with your boyfriend.

Logan’s jaw dropped as he witnessed the move.

“When did that happen?”

He pointed at the two of you, causing the rest of the drivers to look. Charles smirked at the sight of his brother and you being cozy.

Max leaned over, “He asked her out after her crash at Suzuka.”

Charles shivered at the memory of that day.

He also added, “He’s been in love with her since their first season of Formula 2. I remember him coming home after he met her. ‘Charles, I think I just found the love of my life’.”

The grid let out a bunch of “awes” at the new information and laughed at Charles’s impression of his brother (even though he could have just talked normally and sounded the exact same). They watched as the younger Monegasque place another gentle kiss on your forehead as you looked up at him, love evident in your eyes. The two of you were so soft as Arthur was gently rubbing your leg as you animatedly talked to Vito.

You finally laid eyes on the rest of the drivers, smile widening as you slid off the stool you were sitting on.

“Anyone want a drink?” you questioned, motioning to the bar.

They were silent for a moment, before Fernando said, “Yes please.”

That was the start of a wild night. It wasn’t too long before the drinks were being poured and refilled. Since you had started drinking here and there, you stayed safe with little fruity drinks. The grid was shocked at what your house had to offer.

They were the first few to show up, but multiple personelle started coming after a while. It looked like the party was truly open to whoever wanted to come (except to one certain 6-foot baguette driver). Your entire team was talking the workers from other teams as well. It was a full house, and everyone was getting along – even Toto and Christian. That duo made your eyes bulge as you saw them getting along as they played pool.

You took the group on a house tour. Charles wanted to cry at the sight of your car collection in the garage. Logan and Alex definitely took turns taking pictures inside the Evo. The next place you took them was the track.

The drivers whined as they looked at the shiny karts.

“Where did you get these? I don’t recognize the model,” Carlos mentioned, while crouching down to look closer.

Your smile grew as you brushed one off. “My manager has his own line. I bought some off of him once I found out about the karting track.”

The next few things went quickly. The girls really loved the giant bedrooms that the house had to offer. You had a smirk on your face as Carmen was complaining to George.

She huffed. “Why would you want to stay at a hotel when we could have stayed here?”

George gawked at her, trying to come up with an excuse.

You took this as a sign to pipe up.

“Actually, I had my people bring your stuff over. I think after the party, everyone won’t want to leave.”

Carmen, Lily, and Alex all squealed at the announcement. You could see George, Alex, and Charles all visible relax once their girlfriends were satiated. You knew that they would want to get into the pool at some point.

They were speechless at the sight of your paddle court as well as the laser tag room. Once the tour was over, you let everyone just free. After a few rounds of paddle and karting, you made your way back into the main living room.

You quickly found yourself cuddled up to your boyfriend. Your head was nicely tucked into his neck as your legs were draped over his legs. He was currently talking to Christian and Geri about how endurance training. You definitely saw the outcomes of the extra gym time as you glanced at his more defined muscles.

After everyone had their share of the house, Lando got his hands on the DJ set that you installed just for the party.

“Who’s fucking ready for this?” he yelled out, starting up the first song. That was cue for you and Arthur to get up and start moving. You’re pretty sure you saw Toto getting it down to Right Round.

Logan of course had to ask for Free Bird and completely ripped his shirt during the guitar solo. Oscar just stayed in a corner, shaking his head with a hand over his face. If his Lily was here, he’d probably not be the American’s babysitter, but tonight he was girlfriendless and babysitting duty was placed on him.

Once a few more songs had played, Arthur suddenly left your grasp. The night was winding down as it neared 3 a.m., so you thought he was going to get ready for bed. Yet, he walked over to Lando, showed the Briton a song on his phone, and walked back to you.

A soft melody filled the air. The partiers (Logan, Daniel, Fernando, George, Carlos, and Charles) were all passed out somewhere.

Your eyes widened at the familiar guitar plucking. You smiled up at Arthur.

“You didn’t.”

He rolled his eyes.

“It’s your song Cheri. Of course I did.”

You placed your head on his chest as the two of you penguin danced. Max was on the side with Christian and Vito, watching the whole thing.

“Nothing ‘bout the way that you were treated ever seemed alarming till now

“So you tie up your hair and you smile like it’s no big deal”

You sighed as you listened to the lyrics of the song Arthur picked out for you. Tears wanted to fall, but you wanted to bask in the moment. Arthur gently placed his head on yours, holding you ever so tighter.

“You can let it go

“You can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, ‘cause they never showed you love. You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.”

The drivers who were left on the floor all watched as the crowd slowly broke up, letting you and Arthur just be together.

Geri leaned her head on Christian as she watched the two of you just hold each other. Max was videoing for Kelly as she couldn’t make it.

Alex had nudged Charles very hard so that he could wake up and possibly film it for his mother. The Monegasque might have also let out a few tears at the sight.

Lando, who had been at the DJ booth, turned the sound up a bit higher, really letting the song echo throughout the whole house.

Everyone was now watching as Arthur was now slightly spinning you. Your giggles could be heard by those around the two of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned back in.

The warmth and love around you was everything that you asked for.

Vito, who was off to the side, looked out the window to a bright star in the sky. He smiled softly as the one star twinkled, almost winking at the Italian. He chuckled as he if he was going to tell a funny joke.

He softly whispered, “She finally found the family she needed. You’d be so proud of her.”

The star twinkled once again, almost in response.

Vito looked back at the dance floor, just you and Arthur together, surrounded by everyone who loved you.

Your family.

“You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know

“You can start a family who will always show you love

“You don’t have to be sorry, no.”

y/n.jpg has posted (imagine insta can post 12 pics lol)

y/n.jpg did someone say party?

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rookie_on_top I just wanna know how big her house is

formulafan1 I know the guest list must have been INSANE

logan2sargeant I heard that pretty much everyone on the grid was there ouioui_bagette there were other pictures from the drivers and it seemed like the team principals were enjoying the time as well

ozzydown_under81 so this is where the catering money went to?

madmax33 how did max get on Vito's shoulders and what even is that shirt????????

maxverstappen1 it's a mindset vito_official your thighs are amazing man maxiel4ever HOLD UP

logansargeant I swear I'm not as think as you drunk I am

y/n.jpg he's gone...Oscar?? oscarpiastri on it

y/n.nation we have lando back on dj duty, Charles is acting carefree, Nando and George are back together partying, Yuki and pierre got into the karaoke room?, and apparently Logan ripped his shirt open during Free Bird

logansargeant hell yeaahhhhhh! EAGLE SCREECH RAWWRRR oscarpiastri get back here

y/nxarthur did anyone else see that video lando posted and then took down?

y/n&co I did! looked like Arthur and y/n were slow dancing together rookie_baby this and then Arthur's post?? they aren't as secret as they think lol

lilymhe never drinking that much again, but thanks babe for the fun night!

alex_albon no problem y/n.jpg she wasn't talking to you

gridkid everyone is probably wasted

y/n.jpg you'd be correct

sebvettelfan aahhh this reminds me of the good days when they could just party

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strangersteddierthings · 6 months

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Pumpkin Carving (A Halloween One Shot)

Pumpkin carving and a sleepover. An excuse for everyone to gather together on Halloween now that the Party has decided they're too old to trick-or-treat.

A pumpkin carving station has been set up in the Harrington's giant three car garage. Steve did debate setting it all up in the yard, less cleanup of the pumpkin insides that way, but it was pretty chilly, and Steve wasn't sure how long they'd all take to do the actual carving.

Does pumpkin carving take long?

Steve's never carved a pumpkin so he wouldn't know. There is no universe in which his mother would have allowed a pumpkin in her house, much less under the circumstance of then cutting it open and freeing it of its insides. While Steve has never participated in the act of carving a pumpkin, he knows how it goes. Hypothetically.

He'd needed to know enough to gather all the supplies after all, so a quick call to Robin (along with some gentle teasing and mocking) and he was set.

Eddie arrives first, having been volunteered to go get the pumpkins from the patch. It's not that Steve is scared of the pumpkin patch, or anything, it's just that Eddie's van would be better for transporting them.

Steve tried to offer to unload them, insisting it was only fair since Eddie had to load them, but Eddie just rolls his eyes and gets to work. It's not that pumpkins are extra heavy, but they aren't exactly light. And Steve knows that Eddie thinks Steve doesn't want his help because of how long it took Eddie to heal, but that's not the reason. Steve just...

Steve's just drawn to watching instead of helping when Eddie grabs a pumpkin under each arm, muscles flexing as he tightens his hold enough to keep them trapped between his arms and his sides and now Steve's left wishing, wistfully and not for the first time, that it was his thighs Eddie was wrapping those arms around. That it was him Eddie was hoisting up, perhaps holding against a wall and-

"Am I going to do all the loading and unloading?" Eddie bursts his thoughts by knocking their shoulders together as he passes by, already on his second round of pumpkin unloading.

"What, no, sorry," Steve turns to grab two pumpkins of his own. It's quick work with the two of them, then, to unload, and a short wait for everyone to start showing up.

Some biked, others dropped off by parents. Steve walks out to each car to chat and confirm that yes, of course they can stay the night; they won't be a bother and I'll keep them out of trouble.

Soon enough the garage is full of people, pumpkins, and noise. Lucas and Max have migrated to the corner of the garage closest to the door leading inside to whisper together as Lucas guts two pumpkins while Max describes what she wants on hers. Will and Mike have also set themselves apart to work out whatever it is they plan to carve on their own pumpkins. Dustin, El, Erica, and Eddie have plopped down in the center and just got to work. They aren't coordinating their pumpkins like the couples seem to be doing. They do seem to be taking it the most serious, though, with the absolute silence from all of them, concentration faces fully on.

Steve is off on his own, too. He's taken a seat about five feet from Eddie but he's the furthest from the door. He frowns down at his pumpkin, suddenly feeling embarrassed. He's not sure how to start. What to do.

He looks up from his pumpkin and over to Eddie. He's using a knife to saw around the stem of the pumpkin. Which, duh. Steve should have put that together. There has to be some way to remove the insides easily, so removing the top made sense.

Without trying to overthink it all, Steve stabs into the top of his pumpkin and starts sawing his own circle around the top. It's. Well, it's something. He wouldn't say sawing a circle is fun but it's not tedious and soon enough his knife returns to the starting point and... Hmm. He watches as the bit he just cut around sags into his pumpkin. Eddie's didn't do that.

Steve frowns down at it for a moment before grabbing the stem and pulling the top off. His face wrinkles in disgust at the stringy clump of pumpkin insides that hang from the top and he sets that down to the side quickly. He's realizing now why everyone else chose to wear short sleeves even though it's cold outside as he looks around the garage and sees everyone shoving their hands into the pumpkin, pulling stringy, seedy, strands of pumpkin out.

With a sigh, Steve rolls a sleeve up and plunges his own hand into the holes he's made and almost instantly rips his hand back out. Ew. No. Gross! Wrong! The feeling of the strands breaking under the pressure of his hand, the slightly moist feeling of the inside, the unexpected slipperiness of the seeds, all of it sends a shiver of revulsion up Steve's spine. He makes a soft gagging noise against his own will.

"You gonna be sick?" Eddie asks almost immediately.

"Uh. Oh, yeah," Steve says as he feels his face heat with an embarrassed blush. He can see that all eyes are on him now, which adds to his embarrassment on top of realizing the question he was asked and what he answered. "Wait, I mean no. I'm not going to be sick."

Eddie looks from Steve to his pumpkin, and back up. "Don't like the feeling of pumpkin guts?"

"It was just unexpected is all," Steve defends, even as the thought of sticking his hands back into the pumpkin sends another shiver through him.

"Unexpected," Dustin repeats back. Steve tenses but nothing else follows that. He looks over and Dustin seems to be having a silent conversation with Eddie judging by the stare down.

"Maybe I am gonna be sick," Steve lies, standing quickly and fleeing the garage.

God fucking dammit. Why is he so embarrassed about this? Why is he... he's hiding the fact he's never done this before, and he doesn't know why. They aren't going to mock him for it. Well. Maybe a little, but in the same way Robin did. Tease him because they love him. They wouldn't really be making fun of him. Except maybe Mike but Steve doesn't really care about his opinion anyway. Gave up on that a while ago.

He goes to the kitchen sink on autopilot, scrubbing the gross, now dried and tacky feeling from his hand. He's in the process of drying his hands when a voice startles him.

"Hey man. You okay?"

It's Eddie. Of course, it's Eddie they would send after him.

"Yeah," he turns so his back is to the sink, leaning back against it to look at Eddie.

"You never have to scoop out a pumpkin before? Did someone else do it for you?"

If anyone else had asked, Steve would think it was condescending. Someone mockingly asking after nannies or servants who would do the gross part of pumpkin carving for the little rich kid. But it's Eddie, and he's just curious and sincere. So, Steve says, "nah, man. Just never done this before."

Eddie's browse crinkle in confusion and Steve thinks he's so fucking cute. He wants to kiss the confusion from his brow. "You've never carved a pumpkin before?"

Steve just gives a shake of his head before shrugging. He wants to cross his arms, close in on himself, but it's Eddie. He's trying to not shy away from the people he cares about. He's trying to let them take care of him, too.

(It's been a process, since the defeat of Vecna. Learning to let people care about him. He's better at it these days. Robin said so and if anyone is an expert on him, it's her. He can't always trust his own opinion to be unbiased.)

"I'll scoop out your pumpkin if you still want to give pumpkin carving a try," Eddie offers, a soft, lopsided smile on his face that Steve adores. The bats took a good chunk of his left cheek, and the scarring is heavy, the muscles non-responsive, so every smile is lopsided, but Steve loves them all.

"Okay," Steve says, offering a soft smile in return but doesn't push off the sink. Not until Eddie approaches, taking Steve's wrist and tugging him along.

No one says anything when they return to the garage, nor when Eddie blows past his own pumpkin to sit next to Steve and grab up his pumpkin. Eddie looks down at the hole Steve's carved, a calculated look on his face. It's cleared away soon enough when he smiles as wide as his scarred cheek allows before he gets to work on the pumpkin. He cleans it out thoroughly before handing it back to Steve, then crawls across the floor to retrieve his own abandoned pumpkin, rolling it across the floor as he crawls back.

"Oh, wait. Can you go get me a marker?" Eddie asks, as Steve is examining his pumpkin, trying to imagine a face to go on it.

"Yeah," Steve says, glad to have a moment more to think about the face as he fetches a marker from his father's office.

He returns to most of the kids having already finished their own pumpkins. Unsurprising, considering how much time Steve spent just thinking about carving before he even started.

"Marker," Steve offers it out after he's sat down again, close enough that his knee is touching Eddie's this time.

"Thanks," Eddie takes the marker and adjusts so more of his leg is pressing against Steve's. "So, you can freehand the face if you want, or I could draw you a face to cut out? If you want."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure," Steve says, shoving his pumpkin towards Eddie who looks delighted by Steve's answer. It doesn't take him long to draw on a face. Triangle eyes, a little rectangle nose, and a wide mouth filled with jagged teeth.

Steve and Eddie carve in quiet, while Steve basks in the warmth of Eddie's leg next to his, touching his. He's never been sure if Eddie likes him back, not enough to announce his own crush, but sometimes... There are times like this that fill him with hope.

Steve doesn't even realize they've been abandoned to the garage until Eddie finishes his pumpkin, which is three bats carved artistically into the side. Steve is impressed, and when he turns to ask if anyone else is, there isn't anyone there.

"Oh. I didn't even hear them leave."

Eddie plops the top of his pumpkin back on, which reminds Steve he needs to do the same. He reaches for his top but Eddie beats him to it, craving the gross mass of sides that was stuck to it off before handing it over it.

Steve sets the top back on the pumpkin, and it immediately drops into the pumpkin. "What. Why did it-?"

"You gotta cut the top into an odd shape or at an angle. Otherwise, that happens. But it's okay. You didn't know, and I know how to fix it. You got some toothpicks in your house?" Eddie says, assuring Steve before he even has time to overthink it.

Can Steve be any more in love with him at this point?

"What?" Eddie whispers, eyes wide and face slowly turning red.

"What?"

"You just... you, uhh. Did you not mean to say that out loud?"

"Say wha- oh God," Steve registers what he'd thought, or apparently, what he said and now he and Eddie are just staring at each other, wide-eyed and unmoving.

"I'm not going to question if you meant it," Eddie starts slowly, clearly the more brave one of the two, "just. I need to know if you mean it, like, romantically."

"I did. Do. I-" Steve can be brave, too. He can. "I do love you. Romantically."

"Holy shit. I want to pull you in and kiss you so bad but my hands are covered in pumpkin guts and-"

Steve does it for him, both hands grabbing at his face and pulling him in.

His first time carving a pumpkin ends up being fantastic, even counting the kids flooding back into the garage to scream 'finally' at them.

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#steddie #my fic #if this were real like and eddied gone to a pumpkin patch the morning of halloween for a pumpkin he would return empty handed #but this is fanfic and he got great carving pumpkins ok. suspension of disbelief #steve is pining so hard to eddie #a lil hint of other couples up in here with the kids #mildly edited

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alexsoenomel · 6 months

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Agent's Sin (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: A handsome FBI agent walks into a bar where you work.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: reader had a shitty childhood and trauma (no details), alcohol consumption, age gap (Reader is 23 and Dean is 41), cheesy flirting and sexy times

Word count: 3.2k

Note: I had a block but not anymore? This happened. Hope you enjoy, I sure did writing it.

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

A Sleazy bar wasn’t your first choice but you had to start somewhere. You were a broke college student with no savings, far away from home and you had to feed yourself. Dealing with drunks was easy, considering your dad was one until he had his last bottle of vodka that killed him one Friday night. The pent-up rage you buried deep inside your soul would resurface every now and then whenever someone decided to be a mean drunk like your late father. You would never get violent, you could never hit a man, but cursing and telling them to leave before you would call Karl to throw some punches – you could and you did that. He was a gentle 6′ 8″ giant; security guard; nicest guy to be around, but a damn beast whenever someone decided to get too touchy with you or just straight up be a dick.

Every day was the same: you would wake up, go to classes and after classes straight to work. You had the same three meals every day, slept for six hours max and didn’t have any time for yourself. The money was okay; tips coming left and right considering the amount of creepy, old men visiting the joint and getting drunk after clocking out. They would tell you how beautiful you were, and you would just give them a fake smile and pour them another one. Your smile wasn’t a million-dollar smile in Hollywood, but it certainly brought in some extra cash. It was exhausting to act like you were flattered by the comments, but considering the state of your bank account, you had no other choice.

Wednesday was coming to an end and you were ready to clock out when a tall, very good-looking man walked in and sat right in front of you at the counter. He was gorgeous; hedgehog-like hair, freckles scattered all over his face like stars in the sky and hypnotizing green eyes. You swallowed thickly as soon as you saw him eyeing you with a smirk on his face. You told Karl to leave early that day. Poor dude almost got stabbed after trying to defend a woman from a very drunk individual who didn’t understand the meaning of the word no.

Men made you nervous, you didn’t trust them, but something was telling you that this one was harmless.

“What can I get you?” You asked. You were a little annoyed since it was almost closing time but chose to stay silent. The bar was empty anyways, hopefully he would have his drink and leave after a few minutes.

“Whiskey. Any kind. Neat,” he said, before he bit his lower lip, his gaze fixed on you.

His voice was deep and raspy, covering your body in goosebumps almost immediately, before your brain told you to snap out of it and pour him the damn drink.

“Coming right up!” You smiled forcefully.

You poured him the best whiskey you had – Rittenhouse Rye Whiskey. You weren’t much of a drinker, but you knew that its distinct and spicy flavor was top notch. You had gotten drunk a couple of times on the job. Dealing with sleazy bastards would sometimes get too much for your brain, so alcohol was the antidote. The handsome stranger immediately took a sip and sighed in satisfaction.

“Rittenhouse?”

“Yeah,” you answered him.

“Good choice.”

“My favorite,” you lied with a soft smile. It wasn’t your favorite. You hated hard liquor. You would only drink it when you wanted to get drunk – no joys in that whatsoever.

Watching him take another sip you noticed a couple of things: he was much older than you; he looked tired and had a small cut on his lower lip. His red flannel was perfectly wrapped around his frame while the rolled-up sleeves made it hard to look away. Correction, your fascination with vascular arms made it hard to look away.

He wasn’t subtle either. His eyes scanned your face; he was searching for something. Feeling like the whole world was watching, you decided to turn around and focus on getting the rest of freshly washed shot glasses polished and ready for tomorrow’s shift. Your cheeks were burning as your hands became slippery; your body felt foreign. You felt your fingers go numb as the shot glass you took slipped and hit the floor shattering everywhere.

“Ugh, crap!” You mumbled.

“Rough day at work?” You heard him say.

“You have no idea,” You turned around to face him. His eyes were dark, illuminating in dimmed lights, still watching you.

You ignored his gaze and went in the back to get a broom and clean the mess you made. When you came back you noticed his glass was empty.

“Another round?”

He nodded and raised his glass for you to pour another one.

“Make it double.”

You registered his demand, but stayed silent. You had a feeling he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. The familiar riff of Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult started playing when the whiskey bottle touched his glass. Your head followed the rhythm, moving left and right as you started to hum the lyrics.

“You look too young to know the lyrics of this song,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

“And how old do you think I am?”

“You’re old enough to serve alcohol, so 21?”

“Nice guess, but no. I’m 23.”

The handsome stranger didn’t expect you to be almost 20 years younger than him. His brows shot up in surprise before he said: “Awesome!”

“There’s nothing awesome about being a broke college student dealing with creepy drunks every night, old man!” You said, not really knowing where the old man comment came from. You desperately wanted to spark-up the conversation with the man in front of you, but you were never the one to break the ice and actually talk to strangers. So far this was great.

“You think I’m old?” He asked with a soft smile on his face. He didn’t seem bothered by your comment.

“You are definitely older than me so yeah, kinda.”

“How old?”

“In your early 40s.”

The lines around his eyes coming through whenever he would smile and freckles covering his face were a dead giveaway. He probably once was a beautiful young boy – you thought. Once that innocence was taken away, he grew up, but his beauty stayed intact. He was now a beautiful and tormented man.

“41,” he said.

You then exchanged your names. His name was Dean. He was just passing by after finishing a job in Lincoln.

“What kind of job?” You asked.

His hand went to the right pocket on his flannel and he showed you his credentials. FBI it said.

“Special agent has a nice ring to it,” you commented and decided, since you were closing soon, to lock the front door. “I promise you I’m going to let you go, I just don’t want any new customers.”

“When do you close?”

You took your phone from the back pocket of your jeans before answering: “In about 10 minutes.”

“Have a drink with me then! I promise I won’t tell your boss,” He winked.

You were taken aback by his invitation that sounded more like a demand. You could feel the tension in the air rising; something about Dean was luring you in even though deep down you knew it was wrong. You had been dating your boyfriend, Dan, for sometime now, but it didn’t seem right. You got along just fine, but something was missing. He was sweet, too sweet sometimes, and yet you didn’t have a sweet tooth. You met through a mutual friend and after a few months of boring dates and sex you were over it. Eventually you told him you needed a break from it all, lying through your teeth, saying you wanted some time alone to focus on upcoming exams. You didn’t have the heart to break his. He was sad but decided to respect your decision.

That was two weeks ago. He would text you every day and you would simply ignore it.

A sigh left your lips before you went behind the counter and decided to pour yourself a glass of whiskey.

I’m going to regret this.

“Cheers!” Dean said, lifting his glass.

“Cheers, agent!”

Click!

The hard liquor was burning your throat and you pretended to like it and not show how much it actually hurt. Right now you wanted to get drunk as fast as possible; you wanted to feel comfortable around him even though he was a complete stranger.

“You’re going to get me fired, Dean!” You said and chugged the rest of the whiskey from your glass.

“Woah, you really had a rough day, huh?”

You wasted no time and poured yourself another. Your throat was on fire, but your brain was slowly becoming numb. It was working.

“More like rough life! Cheers!” You lifted your glass and took a sip.

The more you drank, the more details you noticed about Dean. His eyes crinkling, his long thick fingers gently holding the glass, his pink lips pressed against the glass… There was a need waking up inside of you with each sip you took. The liquor was dissolving away your sense of restraint and any sanity you had left; all you wanted to do was to crash your drunken lips on his.

“How rough?” Dean asked you.

“Abusive alcoholic father and a deadbeat mother rough,” you said, now feeling tipsy wanting to sit. You moved an empty wooden crate that was on your left and turned it upside down so you could use it to climb the counter and sit next to Dean. He was fallowing your every move, admiring your legs.

“So, daddy and mommy issues? That is rough!”

You shared a look. Up close, he was even more beautiful. You could see every line on his face, around his eyes, lips, and cheek. Every line had a story and perfectly melted into his skin. You quickly looked away, refusing to show him you were completely under his spell.

“Do you work in the Behavior analysis unit? Can you tell I'm chronically searching for approval and acceptance from people but at the same time not giving a shit and trusting no one?”

You weren’t familiar with the branches of the FBI; you just watched too many Criminal Minds episodes.

Dean chuckled. “Not really.”

His hand suddenly went to your thigh as your legs were dangling from the counter. Your heartbeat was in your throat, but at the same time you felt a sense of calm. You knew it was wrong; he was twice your age; FBI agent and yet this was the most excited you had ever been. Your soon to be ex didn't even cross your mind. Something about this man was pulling you in and not letting go.

You finally got the courage you needed to look at him and not look away. He seemed sober, more sober than you at least…

“Your hand is on my thigh, agent,” you finally said, forcing the last drop of confidence out of yourself. Your walls were crumbling and your desires were resurfacing.

“Tell me to fuck off then,” he suddenly stood up, equalizing the height difference. His other hand went to your other thigh as he gently pulled your legs apart, standing between them. His face was inches away from you, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t look away.

“You make it hard to, though,” your skin was on fire, burning for the man you met almost two hours ago. You only knew his first name, his occupation and that he had an awesome taste in music. He was a stranger and yet felt so familiar.

Your words weren’t necessary anymore. You knew what you needed and realized he, too, craved the same thing. The life he was living was exhausting and full of lies; he wanted to forget about his fake badge and lies that he told over the years. He cupped your face with his hands and gently pressed his lips on yours. It was a soft kiss at first, which quickly deepened and grew with lust and want. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him closer as your legs were wrapped around his torso. You wanted him impossibly close. Light groans and moans filled the bar as you didn’t break away until breathing became a necessity. Panting and red around your mouth from his stubble, you rested your forehead against his.

“I’d invite you to my place, but I don’t think my roommate would appreciate me coming home with an FBI agent.”

His eyebrows went up before he asked: “Right here?”

“If you knew how much puke I had to clean just this week…”

Dean’s nose wrinkled slightly. He chugged the rest of his whiskey, feeling a pleasant burn in his throat.

“My car! Now!” He demanded, taking your hand as you jumped off the counter.

You unlocked the door and saw the only car that was parked, right in front of the bar – black, shiny and beautiful Chevy Impala. You hadn’t seen cars like this for a long time.

You opened the back door and went in. Immediately, you were hit with the smell of leather. Dean followed you and shut the door behind him.

“Nice ride, agent!” You commented and decided to get up and straddle him. He wasn’t protesting, letting you settle on his lap.

“Thank you!” He sounded almost proud.

You kissed him, feeling the exhale through his nose on your face before he opened his mouth giving you permission to deepen the kiss. The taste of whiskey was still in his mouth and in a strange way you felt like you were getting drunk and losing control with each and every kiss. Dean’s hand went into your hair, pulling it lightly and making knots you’d have to take care of tomorrow. You kissed for a while, your hands roaming, desperately searching for naked skin to touch and explore. Naturally, as you started to grow impatient, your hips started to move, grinding against him. You could feel him getting hard underneath you; he was bigger than you expected. When you couldn't breathe, your lips moved lower, kissing his neck and your fingers started to unbutton his shirt.

"Too bad you're not wearing a suit," you told him, between kisses. "I bet you look hot as fuck while chasing the bad guys."

Dean chuckled at your comment, not wanting to admit he was flattered. He undid the bottoms of your jeans and his two fingers slid inside feeling your already wet cunt dripping with pleasure. His two fingers slid inside with ease. Your lips parted as you moaned his name. "I bet you look hot as fuck moaning my name, sweetheart."

This man was different. His scent, a light mix between pine trees, whiskey and leather; eyes so green you would think they were little gemstones staring at your soul in the dark; his age…It was a fatal mix, worth potentially getting fired or hurt for.

After taking your sweet time to unbutton his shirt, you could touch his bare skin. His fingers were still there, between your legs, slowly pumping in and out, but you wanted more.

"Fuck me!" You whimpered. "Please!"

"Needy!" He said, placing kisses above your jaw.

"Desperate," you corrected him.

It has been too long since you last had good sex. Too fucking long. You forgot what it was like to orgasm without your favorite toy. Your soon to be ex did absolutely nothing for your body and soul. No matter how hard you tried, how much you talked – he just wasn't working for you.

Dean liked the words coming from your mouth, so he decided to stop playing games. He pulled his hand out of your pants and licked his fingers clean.

"Almost as sweet as you," he exclaimed.

You felt your cheeks burn. He took off your shirt and soon after, your bra. Your chest was completely bare but you weren't worried about someone seeing you. It was dark outside and the only light that you had were from the street lights surrounding you. He placed gentle kisses on both of your breasts before he told you to lay down. You said nothing and did what he told you. He took off his shirt before pulling your pants down, taking them off without you lifting your hips.

"Damn baby, you're gorgeous," he said in awe.

He was the one to talk; his upper body was carved by the highest of the Gods and his angelic, yet rough facial features made it hard to not stare. The universe created Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian man a couple of centuries later and sent it straight to you. The man undoubtedly had perfect face and body proportions.

"You're making me blush, agent."

He took off his jeans, struggling to find room before kissing you again. It was getting cold in the car since it was late October but his body was now pressed against yours, keeping you warm and safe. Your hand went to feel his fully hard cock before letting him put it in you.

"Please!" You begged again, feeling the desperation in your voice, but not being embarrassed about it.

"Okay, okay!" He whispered, finally ready to give you what you want.

He moved your panties to the side, being too eager to take them off, and let his cock free as he lowered his boxers. Without warning he entered you, stretching your walls and making you gasp in a weird mix of pleasure and pain. He was big, so getting used to his size was going to take a couple of seconds. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades as he started to move slowly.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked worriedly.

You whispered a no and kissed him as he started to move again. Soon enough, pleasure took over completely and you couldn't leave the sound of his name out of your mouth. His kisses became messy, slowly losing control over his body and movements as his pace became frantic. His right hand wrapped around your neck putting just enough pressure for you to completely fall apart.

The air in the car was hot and stuffy, and steam started to form on the windows. The sound of your wet cunt taking him over and over again mixed with Dean's moans and grunts; you knew you were going to cum.

"I- I" you tried to speak but nothing could come out.

Dean's eyes locked with yours in a moment, both completely consumed with each other…

"Come on baby!" He told you, his voice raspy and sexy. You couldn't get enough of it.

Soon enough you came all over his cock, biting his shoulder, trying to muffle the scream of pleasure. He hissed but didn't say anything as he came soon after. You felt his hot seed filling you up completely as you thanked the universe you were on birth control.

You were both panting, sweaty and speechless. Dean rested his forehead on yours, trying to calm down.

"So…can I get your number?" He asked.

"Only if you wear a suit the next time we see each other."

"Roger that!" He smiled.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn #supernatural fic #dean winchester #spn drabble #spn fanfic #spn fluff #supernatural fluff #spn fic #dean Winchester #dean winchester x reader smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester smut #dean x reader smut #dean x reader

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smol-n-smol · 1 month

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*steps on soapbox*

More g/t stories with dating apps and awkward first dates please! I want mixed societies with humans and giants living together. I want the main characters to match on an app and think “ooh, you’re my person and perfect in every way”, only for them to meet in real life and realize “oh shoot there’s a huge height difference”. I want awkward to the max — The giant trying so hard to be gentle and not scary but the tiny is very taken aback and has no clue what to do. I want the giant to be so smitten, and so is the tiny but they just need a bit more time to adjust to everything. I want slow burn and trust building and all the tender steps as they fall in love with each other. I want the tiny finally allowing the giant to hold them for the first time. I want the first time they cuddle together. I want the first time they kiss. Hell, give me all the firsts!

Tell me this isn’t the sweetest, fluffiest trope you can imagine. Ugh, need more of this

#g/t #gt fluff #giant/tiny #gentle giant #dating #dating apps #gt writing #gt community #g/t community #sfw g/t #sfw giant/tiny #borrowers #borrower #if someone knows please tell me #will love you forever

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running-with-kn1ves · 10 months

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What do you think about a yandere male that only turns yandere during the full moon?

Doesn't necessarily have to turn into a werewolf, but every full moon, it brings out the possesiveness and psychotic urges.

Like, I imagine that he's the sweetest and fluffiest and softest bf ever. A gentle giant. Couldn't harm a fly. Then as the full moon gets closer, they start to slowly change. Maybe, they start being more aggressive around others? Idk go crazy 🤣

(Maybe add some pervertedness/nsfw if ur up to it? no pressure ofc)

I really like the idea of yanderes being almost like a different breed of creature, gradually getting worse as each full moon draws near, going practically mental once it finally occurs and nearly mauling their darling.

It's worse if he's a so-called gentle giant-- that gentleness is ripped away, only to leave an empty husk of a man that has the power to crush you. He's normally the sweetest thing, kind to all those that you pass, and acts completely enamored with you-- he's so soft, you almost think that if he weren't his current intimidating size, he would be bullied for his passiveness.

He's not very verbal in expressing clinginess or needs during his stages of normal self, and may hesitate to bring up something he's upset with, whether it be seeing you with someone he finds threatening or if you reject his advances of physical comfort. He's able to tolerate such things in everyday life.

but once the moon's nearly at its routinely wholeness, there's a change in his behavior; he's become... temperamental, irked with every move you make that he doesn't like. Whether you forget to kiss him goodbye in the morning, or you tell him that you're going out for drinks after work with some overly friendly coworkers, he's become agitated and upset, getting jealous that you'd choose them over him.

Once the full moon finally reaches its completeness, getting out of the house will be a struggle within itself. He's not letting you go anywhere-- the emotional manipulation is drawn up to the max, and he can't help but use fake tears or past injustices to keep you with him. He can't help but ramble on how much he loves you-- how its because he loves you so much; he can't take it.

All he wants is for you to kiss him and make it better, to let him keep you suffocatingly close, to pay attention only to him. And if anyone dares get in his way, then he'll make them pay hell.

NSFW under the cut

For our yan boyf its not if, but when he pounces on you. He's so easily prone to getting too handsy with you in public, no matter the company kept near. You've made the mistake of bringing him to a party, and had to make some lame excuse to bring him home early, your boyfriend undoing your pants buttons moments in from the front door.

The deep bitemarks on your shoulders were painful, but there was a certain lull to the way he loved you when he was like this. He always gripped you so tightly, like he was afraid you'd slip away if he didn't keep you close enough. Whether it was an arm wrapped around your waist as he pounded inside you from behind, or two hands gripping your thighs as he kept you bouncing atop of him, he was always leaving bruises, most of which were unintentional.

You're truly lucky his sex drive isn't utterly relentless, though its definitely far higher than you ever expected. Usually, it was averagely persistent, never so much that you felt used. But during these episodes lately, he was consistent-- and insatiable, it seemed. You refused to go out on a date with him during these times, knowing he'd always need to find a place to fuck you midway, too entranced by your sex appeal, and too ticked off by those who decided to stare at you.

But the deeper he gets in taking a hold of you, the more regretful he becomes. He mutters "I'm sorry's" over and over, though keeping his relentless thrusts in play. He has little patience for foreplay, and understands how rough he can be when these episodes occur; he doesn't always remember how much strength he has, leaving him to mumble sorrowful apologies the rough morning after.

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vividvivvy · 3 months

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how would the MSBY 4 react to fem!reader being stronger then they look by picking each of them up easily??

So, when I saw this immediately one thing popped into my brain. Cause you know who is stronger than they look and pick people up easily. Cheerleaders. (This is biased because I do competitive cheerleading)

MSBY Jackals boys reacting to their cute little cheer leader girlfriend absolutely rocking their shit.

Shoyo Hinata: he had known you did competitive cheerleading of course, but the first time he went to one of your competitions he was in awe. He had never seen anyone jump higher than him until now.

After your round was over he rushed off the bleachers and swept you up into his arms, "oh my goodness babe that was amazing! You didn't tell me you could do any of that stuff!" He pulled back and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you profusely as he shouted and rambled about what he had seen while you were on the mat.

"you were like, up and then back down and then you even picked up that other girl! All by yourself! And then you even threw her in the air!" The smile on his face was one you'd never forget, he looked so proud of you but to you this was just another thing you did regularly.

"Shoyo I have to pick people up like that every single day" your voice was gentle as you wrapped your arms around him and easily managed to lift his feet off the ground, even giving him a small toss before his feet landed back on the ground. "You would make a great flyer Sho"

He faltered for a minute and just stared at you, being picked up wasn't particularly new to him, he was normally one of the smallest people in his friend group, but he'd never been picked up by a girl, especially not one that looked so small and cute, and yet here he was, his sweet little girlfriend had just picked him up like he didn't weigh more then a bag of flour.

"you just did that..."

"yeah, that's kind of what I do babe"

Kotaro Bokuto: brags about you like there is no tomorrow, he knows damn well that he has a cool girlfriend. I feel like that would be well established the first time you did a standing back tuck in front of him (basically a back flip). He had never messaged the team group chat so fast, something like.

"GUYS MY GIRLFRIEND CAN LITERALLY DO A BACKFLIP"

He didn't expect, however, that one day while you were helping out at his volleyball practice, he would see you scoop up his teammate with ease and carry him off the court when he had hurt his leg and couldn't stand. Once the man you can been carrying was set down and settled Bokuto ran up to you yelling. "Babe! Babe! Pick me up to!"

At first you had turned him down, saying that you didn't want to strain your arms too much before practice later, but he started sulking in a random corner of the gym and wouldn't budge. So you walked over and picked him up bridal style.

It was a comical sight honestly, a short girl with skinny arms, holding her giant muscle man of a boyfriend like he was a princess, but there it was. No one would have believed it if they hadn't seen it, but it was right in front of the whole team's eyes. And Atsumu had never snapped a picture faster in his life before walking away and chuckling to himself, Shoyo bouncing like a happy dog at his side, laughing at the photo he took. "That's going on the teams Instagram".

Bokuto couldn't care less about all the eyes on him though, he was beaming with happiness.

"my girlfriend can do a backflip AND she can pick me up!"

Miya Atsumu: Miya thought it was amazing that he had a girlfriend that did competitive cheer, I mean who wouldn't want a cheerleader girlfriend. But he didn't realize how much work went into your sport. You go to the gym almost more than he does. On top of that you do weekly yoga class and have an entire mini gym set up in your house.

"God damn princess, I knew that you were tough but don't go showing me up" he laughed as he watched you easily squat his max, you only smirked and went to get more weights. "It was your idea to go on a gym date my love"

He rolled his eyes and "well yeah but I didn't think you'd totally show me up, I thought I'd get to show off to you." He watched you squat again, you were squatting more then he had in, well ever, "what do you do in cheer, cause God damn"

"I throw people" you spoke nonchalantly and he laughed, waiting for you to continue on, but you only glanced at him from the corner of your eye. "I'm serious babe, I'm a base, my job is literally to throw people" you did crack a smile, you couldn't really stay serious when talking about throwing your teammates around.

"then throw me" he challenged without hesitation, you paused what you were doing and stepped away from where you had been doing your squats, walking up to him with the most neutral face he'd ever seen you with, and reaching down, and lifting him up from just above his knees.

Of course a lot of people in the gym had started staring at this point, I mean a girl who looked like she had never set foot into a gym just lifted her built boyfriend up like a ragdoll.

You held him there for a moment before he felt your entire body shift at your knees, and the large male heard you whisper "1, 2, down, up" then you let go of him and he was in the air, and before he knew it he was planted back on the ground.

It all happened way too quickly for him to process, he just stood there for a minute before a smirk grew over his face.

"well shit. My girlfriend literally just threw me"

Kiyoomi Sakusa: he was never one to show much interest in your sport, he would go to your competitions and congratulate you when you did good and support you when your team didn't do great. But other than that he didn't ask many questions or pry about it, just like you didn't with volleyball.

Though even though you didn't pry much about volleyball, you couldn't help but get super excited for your tall boyfriend when his team would win games. The team had grown accustomed to you rushing the court after they won to jump into your boyfriend's arms, he normally kept his cool in these situations, simply hugging you and holding you up while you shouted and cheered for him.

But this game played out a little differently, you had been on the edge of your seat the whole time, and you could visibly see Sakusa getting more and more frustrated as the two teams were in a constant back and forth. So when Hinata had managed the winning spike, you had never raced down the bleachers faster in your life.

Sakusa braced for you to run up and jump at him like you normally do, wrapping your much smaller frame around him and clinging onto him. But instead you threw your arms around his legs, just below his (flat) butt, lifting your 6'2 boyfriend off the ground. His teammates had never seen the calm and collected Sakusa lose his cool that quick, his center of gravity leaned directly backwards but his short girlfriend held firm to the ground, and didn't put him down until you heard him mumble.

"hey, put me down..." You scrambled to put him down and immediately started apologizing.

"I'm so sorry Yoomi! It's just what I do with the girls in cheer I didn't- it was muscle memory i-"

"it's fine just, no more picking me up when hundreds of people are staring at us, it's really awkward"

Sorry if it's not what you expected! I heavily base y/n on myself so when I read your request it was the first thing that came to mind. I hope it's ok 🫶

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gentle-giant-swag · 10 months

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GGS, citron bracket: second chance battle 3

Android 16’s propaganda masterpost

Goldlewis’ propaganda masterpost

Nicholas St North’s propaganda masterpost

Grandpa Max’ propaganda masterpost

#gentle giant swag #tumblr tournament #tumblr poll #fandom poll #polls #tournament poll #tournament #citron bracket #citron bracket second chance #android 16 #dragon ball #goldlewis dickinson #guilty gear #nicholas st. north #rise of the guardians #grandpa max #max tennyson #Ben 10

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gravesbf · 9 months

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Hiya! Could you possibly write Ghost and a gn reader who likes to talk and is told to shut up by someone and they end up being really quiet afterwards and it worries Ghost? I also love how you write Simon as trans. That’s how I see him and write him as well 💖💙

aa it's been a gazillion yrs mb </3 but this was fun to finally crack down and write !! also trans ghost is just too real & more ppl should write him like it tbh ‼️‼️

cw: angst a tad !! but it's hurt/comfort :3

☆ he's more on the quieter sides with really anything; other than cracking jokes that border in insubordinance he doesn't really engage or talk much

☆ that being said, he loves when you talk his head off !!!! if you aren't talking to him then what else is he supposed to do? listen to the lights??

☆ imo he's vv gentle giant w you but still, scary dog to the max. he doesn't hesitate to use his rank or strength (if it comes to that point; it vv rarely does) to put anyone that hurts you in their place

☆ also being said; he knows that stuff will leave scars no matter how much he can use violence against it. so he starts reassuring you w his actions more than his words !!

☆ whenever you go quiet he asks you questions about anything really

"what's your opinion on fish?"

"what?" you ask, almost breaking out into a smile as ghost hunches down beside you. taking apart his gun like he always does; just to put it back together again.

"what's your opinion on fish? im not a big fan, but i cannot deny price's salmon is fuckin' lovely." he says nonchalantly, you swear there's a smile in his voice as he asks it. even more so in his eyes when you start chattering about fish.

☆ tries to avoid directly bringing it up because in his experience; bringing up touchy subjects never ends well for either ppl. but he feels honored when you initiate talking about it

☆ might cry about it later in the shower that you were vulnerable with him; if he's feeling particularly good that day he might let you wipe away the tears :)

#mw2 x reader #cod x reader #mwii x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #asks #wolfe.req

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nyoomfruits · 11 months

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Ohh ‘the collection of stolen hoodies’ with lestappen pls!

the collection of stolen hoodies

“I can explain,” Charles says, face flushing slightly as he walks into his bedroom only to find Max near the closet door, standing next to a pretty impressive pile of dark blue and bright orange hoodies.

“Can you now?” Max asks, amusement in his voice, corner of his mouth ticking up as he holds up what is obviously a Red Bull hoodie. There’s a big giant ‘1’ on the back of it.

Charles opens his mouth. Thinks about if for a second. Closes it again. Runs a defeated hand through his hair. “They smell like you,” he eventually mutters, a little dejectedly. “It’s nice, during long race weekends where we have to pretend we’re nothing more but colleagues at best. Falling asleep in those stupid empty hotel rooms wrapped up in one of your hoodies makes me feel like you’re still kind of there, with me.”

Max’s smile softens, and he gently folds the hoodie he’s holding and places it on the bed as he makes his way over to Charles.

“Besides,” Charles continues, gesturing at the truly impressive pile of stolen hoodies. “The fact that you never noticed them missing is kind of a sign of how you actually have way too many of them anyway, so you really shouldn’t be that bothered by me taking a few every now and-“

“Charles,” Max interrupts him, now standing right in front of him, the expression on his face unmistakably fond.

“Yes?” Charles asks, and then Max kisses him, soft and gentle, caressing his cheek like Charles is something precious to hold, Charles makes a surprised little ‘hm!’ noise at first but then leans into it, lets himself be kissed like he’s worth something.

Way too soon, Max is pulling away, and Charles makes an annoyed sound and tries to pull him back in, but Max stands his ground, and walks towards his suitcase instead. “One second, I want to show you something,” he says, and then unzips one of the compartments, to reveal an ungodly amount of bright red Ferrari hoodies.

Charles can’t help the laugh that escapes him, before he reaches out and pulls Max in for another bruising kiss.

#dumb boys in love #lestappen #drabble

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seraphimcollections · 11 months

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gentle giant | konig x reader | ch.3

warnings: slight, VERY slight nsfw, little spicy

summary: you finally open up about the worries keeping you awake at night...and it goes as well as one could expect. In fact, better. (i did say this was a slow burn, right?)

Word count: 2.3k [._.]

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 |

a/n: I am...SO sorry. I've had this chapter in the works for weeks but when finals came I literally had no time to finish. But since finals are done, LET'S EFFING GOOOOOO!! anyway, hope you like this one! thank you!

A few days had passed from your fainting spell. You had woken up underneath your covers, completely naked. Immediately you were panicking, immediately trying to remember what happened the night before. There was paperwork, and then Konig escorted you to the showers and then… Safe to say Konig was terrified when you stomped up to him in the middle of the gym, finding his ear with expert precision through his hood. He was quick to explain the situation, Ghost surprisingly backing up his claims. Admittedly, you were more embarrassed than you've ever been in your life, quickly excusing yourself to your office to bury yourself in paperwork. When in reality, you wanted to throw yourself off a cliff.

Little to say the next few days consisted of you burying yourself in paperwork, sometimes helping the odd private here and there, ultimately avoiding Konig as much as you could. Which was nearly impossible, seeing as the behemoth stood watch outside your door constantly. It was strange, you hardly ever saw the man move from his post even for food or water. Sometimes your gaze would lift up to his tall figure peeking out from around the door frame. You thought you’d seen his ash green eyes follow you a couple times, but his gaze was gone as quickly as it was there. You must have imagined it.

The sun had begun to set when you finally finished the last page of paperwork. You let out a groan, sitting back in your chair, throwing your hands above your head to stretch, hearing a few pops from your spine. You let out another sigh, your gaze turning up to Konig who stood still at the door. The two of you hadn’t spoken since the gym, embarrassing not only him but yourself. The guilt began to weigh heavier than before, a frown coming upon your lips. You walk over to Konig whose back was still to you. You look up at him with a small nervous smile, gaining his attention.

Konig looked shocked and apprehensive with you approaching him again, scared that you were going to yell at him again. Truth be told, you were tiny but you were terrifying.

“I didn’t scare you, did I?” You said.

“A-ah, no ma’am,” Konig responded.

You frowned at his answer. You grabbed his arm, pulling him into the office. Konig was more than strong enough to pull away from him but he allowed you to guide you into the seat across from your desk. You reached for his shoulders, pushing him down to sit, his eyes never leaving you. You stepped away, slightly amused that he had listened to you. For once you stood taller than him as he sat his knees together. You finally released him, still holding your hands up as if to calm a cornered animal.

“Stay, I’ll be back,” you said.

With that, you left Konig alone. He craned his head to see around the door frame, thinking that this was maybe a prank. But no, you weren’t hiding behind the door, he knew this by listening to your footsteps leave down the hall. Konig didn’t slouch, he stayed ready, prepared for what he was assuming he was supposed to wait for. His leg bounced with rising anxiety, his fingers fiddling. She said she’d be back, so…she’ll be back, any minute now, Konig told himself.

A max of ten seconds passed before the worst of fears began to resurface. What if you went to tell Price that you wanted a new guard? Guard wasn’t the right word, protector? Bodyguard? No, these were all worse. Konig couldn’t stop himself from assuming the worst each second that ticked by until your voice cut through all the noise.

“Hope your hungry,” you said.

Konig’s eyes whipped up to you, immediately finding your hands full of snacks. You looked down at the mix of junk food in your arms, looking over the foreign labels.

“I don’t know which one you prefer, so I got everything the vending machine had,” you said.

You stumbled over your words, feeling like a blushing schoolgirl. You were embarrassed, a feeling you’ve become more accompanied with in the last few days than your entire lifetime. You placed the snacks on the desk, plopping yourself in your chair, avoiding Konig’s piercing gaze.

“You can have first pick,” you said, “I haven’t seen you move from your post all day, and I know you must be hungry so, please, just eat something.”

Konig blinked in shock, trying to piece words together. Finding it easier to pick a snack, he picked up a bag of crisps, dwarfed in his big hand.

“T-thank you, doctor,” Konig said softly.

“Maus,” you corrected with a frown. “Konig, I need you to listen to me.”

You had his full attention but the mere thought of that made you even more nervous. Even so, you took in a steely breath to calm your nerves.

“I haven’t known you for long, but I get the sense you’re a good person- god what am I saying? I mean to say-”

“I accept your apology, Maus” Konig said.

The depth of his voice made your mind turn blank, but you had the feeling you didn’t need them. You let out a shaky sigh, staring down into your bag of crisps with the sorrow you’ve kept buried deep for the past weeks.

“I take it John didn’t really brief you why you have to babysit me, huh?” you murmured.

Konig shook his head silently. You leaned on your desk, head hanging low.

“I saw something, something I shouldn’t have seen…and now I’ve put everyone in danger, including you,” you said, unable to help the tears pooling in your eyes. “No one will say it but I know, I’ve fucked everything up. Laswell and Price have no idea where to go from here, because if they did, we’d be moved on by now. But we’re not, we’re stuck because of me.”

“...Is that such a bad thing?” Konig said gently.

Your eyes shot up to his, confused. He avoids your gaze but you could see how he carefully constructed his next words.

“I, I know that the circumstances aren’t ideal, but…I am happy to have met you, Mauschen,” Konig said.

Though you couldn’t see underneath his hood, his cheeks were tinged a strawberry red that reached up to his ears. You on the other hand couldn’t hide the dusted blush on your cheeks as you looked at him in shock. Konig’s eyes widened hearing your childish giggle.

“Jetzt fühle ich mich wirklich wie ein Idiot. Ihr Partner muss glücklich sein, Sie zu haben,” you smiled.

It was Konig’s turn to laugh now, “Es gibt niemanden, der so viel Pech hat.”

You quirked a brow, “really, no one?”

“Is it really that hard to believe?” Konig smiled underneath the hood.

“Well, yeah actually,” you shrugged.

Konig felt like he was in a furnace. He didn’t believe he could survive another one of your compliments.

“What about you?” Konig spoke meekly.

You sighed, “I had someone before I joined, but that didn’t really work out. ‘Creative differences’ was how they put it, but it was just them wanting to fuck my best friend.”

“Did they?” Konig said in disbelief.

You quirked a brow, “what do you think?”

Konig scoffed and shook his head, finally opening his snacks.

“Arschloch,” Konig grumbled, earning a nod from you.

A silence came over the two of you as you watched Konig lift his hood almost slowly as is ceremonial, revealing his chin and nose. You studied him like a moth to a flame, committing him to memory. His roman nose, the scar that ran over his full lips -- in fact, he had a good number of scars from what little you could see. Konig immediately noticed your stare and self-consciously began to hide again. Before he could, you reached across and stopped his hand, his wide eyes staring deep into yours.

“Don’t, I’m sorry for staring,” you said gently.

Your touch felt hot and cool on his skin and he yearned for more, but just as soon as it was there it wasn’t, you falling back into your chair. Your gaze never left him though, curiosity taking hold.

“Ber, why do you wear your hood?” You finally ask.

Konig gulped, having to finally face the question he’s heard a thousand times before. Each time he had different answers, ‘So no one can find me,’ ‘To scare the living shit out of the enemy,’ ‘To keep the bugs out’ -- all bullshit but it was easier to lie than to unpack everything. Those before didn’t want to know, they wanted the easy answer, and that always seemed like the appropriate one. But now, that answer didn’t seem enough.

“To be honest… You figured out the first time we met, Mauschen,”he said softly.

You didn’t understand but you waited for Konig to continue, wishing him to have a safe space to speak his troubles.

“I get…anxious? When people look at me, they only see me for my size. And when I’m out there, that’s what they’re betting on. They just see as some…monster,” he said barely above a whisper.

Your gaze softened as you looked upon the poor man. You tossed your chips onto the table, having stopped nibbling on them a while ago, before standing to your feet. You walked around the desk, placing a hand on Konig’s shoulder. He looked up at you expectantly as you gestured your head toward the wall. You walked over, stopping before a wall-mounted mirror long enough to show the head and torso but nothing else. Konig approached you, hood falling back down, waiting for you to speak.

You pointed to the mirror, “what do you see?”

Konig took a moment before looking at himself and plainly replying, “I see me.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Ja, I know that, but what do you see?”

Konig looked upon his reflection, searching for the answer to your question. You raised your hand to his hood, your gazes connecting as you waited for his consent. Finally, Konig gave a curt nod, lowering his head to allow access. As if in holy matrimony, you raised the veil over his helmet revealing his face. From this close, you could feel his breath bristle your eyelashes. You could see him now, fully in all his beauty. And he was seraphic.

You could see his emerald eyes clearly and the exhaustion held in them. His hair, a shocking auburn that matched his brows, his left brow interrupted by yet another scar. Scars littered his pale skin, some hiding underneath the beginning of stubble around his jaw. You could fully see the burning blush running over his cheeks now, no matter how desperately he wished to hide now. There were several adjectives that could be said, but none of them did him justice.

You were completely lost in your disbelief that you hadn’t registered that your hand was ghosting over his cheek. Konig let out a hum, his hand enveloping yours as he leaned into your touch.

“I don’t disgust you?” He asked.

You smiled, “not even in the slightest.”

Konig cast his gaze down in shame, “Maus, I’ve done things…I’m not proud of.”

Your brow furrowed, “we both have, it comes with the territory. But that is not you.”

“Maus,” he whispered, leaning down to you.

It happened quickly, his lips pressed gently against yours, as if holding them to flame. But he kept them there and you dared not move, your eyes falling closed. Konig didn’t push for more, his kiss innocent and sweet. Finally pulling from you, he took your face in his hands, staring down into your eyes with longing.

“Tell me to stop, and I will, Mauschen,” you could hear the straining restraint in the poor man’s voice.

The right thing would have told him to stop, to put an end to something that would land the two of you in a load of trouble. That would’ve been the right thing…But fuck the right thing. You wanted to be selfish for once. You pulled Konig by his neck, capturing his lips once again, sealing in your answer.

That was all Konig needed to have his hands on you, one hand on your waist, the over tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. He pulled you flush against him, desperate for more but fearful of seeming too desperate. But you weren’t a complete stranger to military time, AKA there being no time at all. You yanked on his vest, your lips ghosting over his. Your stomach sank seeing Konig shake his head.

“Not like this, liebling… Wenn wir das machen ... möchte ich, dass es etwas Besonderes ist,” König said, his gaze looking for your approval.

Your gaze softened again, before nodding, “yes, I’d like that.”

Konig wrapped his arms around your waist, “but this isn’t too bad, right?”

You giggled before kissing him again, Konig licking your lips, parting them. Konig grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The two of your desperation was thick in the air, but even still you could feel Konig holding back by how his hands didn’t leave the plush of your thighs. Your hands found purchase underneath his hood, tangling with his locks. He sighed before pulling away from your lips, his drowning gaze never leaving you.

You began to feel embarrassed, the nasty feeling rising in your chest.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled, tearing your gaze away from his.

Konig followed your’s, a small smile on his lips, “for what, Mauschen?”

“I-I…we’re basically strangers…” you said, overthinking like you always do.

Konig hummed, a frown replacing his smile, “do you want to stop?”

Your body was set ablaze in this question alone. Everything in you told you wanted this, wanted him. You were snapped out of your thoughts with his lips pressing lightly against your burning forehead.

“We’ll take it slow then, Mauschen,” Konig smiled, “and once the mission in complete, I’ll take you to wherever you want. Your choice.”

You grinned, “anywhere?” “Anywhere, liebling,” Konig smiled lovingly before leaning in to press a sweet kiss on your lips once more.

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loveofbots · 1 year

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SFW headcanons for how Fort Max likes to be cuddled/touched & N/$FŴ headcanons for his k&nks?

Max simps unite

OH MY GOOOOOOD ANON LEMME GIVE U A KISS KISS

thank you so much for letting me indulge on this

Warnings: Sugar and Spice

Sfw:

- very nervous towards the beginning. He’s so worried about something happening, but be persistent and reliable and Max will warm up fast. You’re his rock, something he can use to ground himself when things are too much.

- just ask to touch him and 9 times out of 10 Max will say yes. His most sensitive spots are his finials, treads, and lower back. His legs tend to get sore from carrying himself around so much.

- light touches, he’ll melt right into the floor. Feeling you be so gentle with someone as big as him makes his heart thrum a little harder. Anything grazing his plating and his chest and he’s out for the count

- Max loves kisses, he thinks they’re so romantic

- h a n d h o l d i n g. You make him feel loved when you grab his hand and pull him along. Please ignore the fact that he stares at you so lovingly he really can’t help it.

- this man is the cuddle king. Yes he is scared of hurting you, but if you lay on top of him most of his worries dissipate. It takes a long time for him to get comfortable sleeping with you however, he knows how intense his night terrors can be and he doesn’t want to put you through that.

- after a bit of practice and some needed planning, he is much more ready to fall sleep with you in his arms.

- little spoon? Little spoon. Max likes to switch up the dynamic sometimes! Plus your hands feel so good rubbing between his playing he just turns into a giant teddy bear

- HE IS TICKLISH ON HIS SIDES!!!! Use this information at your own risk

- he likes you in his lap with his head on top of yours, although he’s embarrassed by PDA having you close to him makes Max very happy

- overall just be gentle with him and he’s yours

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- incredibly sensual, Max wants to take his sweet time with you and enjoy all of it. Not saying he isn’t down for a quick stress relief session if you guys don’t have much time. He just craves long nights with you more than anything.

- as a big bot, he knows his strength very well. In the beginning of the relationship he may be afraid to even touch you, but once Fort Max knows what you like, he’s more than willing to put his effort in

- I think he’s quite vocal, moans so deep they shake your core, huffs, grunts, and growls. Not much for talking except for telling you how good you feel. He likes to ask if you’re enjoying it, encouraging you to ask- no- beg for what you want.

- Doesn’t necessarily have a favourite position, he wants to be able to touch you however, or have you touching him. Any denial play and he’s a whining, whimpering, and begging mess. He’s sensitive so please don’t take that too far

- He’s a spike mech but does enjoy you going down on him or bottoming from time to time. He just likes to be the one in control

- onto kinks!!

- oh my lord he’s possessive. He manages to keep it all under control outside of the bedroom, but he’s so afraid of losing you or someone taking you from him. There are moments where Max completely loses himself and admits some of his deeper thoughts.

“Mine, MINE. Mine forever~”

“No mech will be able to take you from me. I’ll protect you, I’ll keep you safe, Love.”

“You like that? Yeah? Only I can make you feel this good~”

- Size kink for sure, even if you’re his size- he’s a big mech in more than one way >;] he likes holding your hands while being inside you

- he’s not a fan of marking you up, gets too worried about seeing you hurt. He will bite and claw as long as it doesn’t leave a heavy mark. Max however? Cover him with marks. He wants to walk around with everyone knowing that he’s yours. It’s almost like medals of honour to him.

- cum play, he cums a lot ok? He’s got some pretty creative ideas floating around in that processor of his. Max likes to fill you up any way he can. He has a ton of stamina, so he could go as long as you wanted.

- doesn’t like bondage for… obvious reasons. He’s willing to put on handcuffs however, and he loves putting them on you. Max will never admit it but if you ask him to roleplay as a warden and you as a prisoner he may just nut then

-aftercare KING, he’s all about the cuddles as said before. Makes sure to keep water nearby for after or during. He really loves taking care of you

- seeing you so fucked out when he’s done with you is half the fun, limp and vulnerable. He whispers sweet things to you until your breathing steadies.

- if you want to shower or just go to sleep he’s down for either, he’s a sleepy boi, just let him get a towel first and clean up

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