TALKING ABOUT ME⠀𖦹⠀clark kent's official girlfriend. my nickname is bella, i'm fun. lover of rom-coms, smut, and writing short one-shots with sexual tension. i'm a spanish-speaking writer, i take english classes, so if there are any grammatical errors, welcome respectful advice.
WHO AM I WRITING ABOUT?⠀𖦹⠀clark kent, jason todd, david corenswet, jack abbott, finnick odair, tobias eaton, stefan salvatore and others.
by touching the list to my right you will find the one-shots with their respective characters, and we will talk about the topics i write about as well as those i don't. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ MASTERLIST!
No but can we talk about the fact that he KNEW what she was going through and knew her heartbreak was real? He knew about Vermont, he knew she wanted to break up, he understands what’s going on! That’s why he locks in.
✶ you’re officially dating dean, which means wearing his jersey to his hockey games and having him go crazy for it.
002. WARNINGS !
✶ suggestive comments and kissing (nothing too explict), dean calls you baby.
word count : 982
gif by @sophie-baek
You’ve been to Briar U hockey games before, but never wearing a player’s jersey.
In your mind, that had always been reserved for fans, girlfriends, and puck bunnies.
But things are different now. Now, after Dean Di Laurentis finally admitted he didn’t want your fling to stay just a fling, you find yourself sitting in the stands at a Briar vs. Harvard game with the number 66 stretched across your back.
You hadn’t told Dean about your choice of clothing, mostly because you wanted to see his reaction for yourself.
You wanted to watch the exact moment his eyes scanned the crowd between plays and landed on you, his girlfriend, in his oversized jersey.
Alongside you sat Hannah, Garrett Graham’s girlfriend, and Allie, her best friend and roommate. Since Hannah had been dating the team captain for months, she’d quickly become your go-to person for every random hockey question that popped into your head. Despite sometimes being just as lost as you.
When the players finally skated onto the ice, you immediately spotted Dean searching the stands.
His gaze flicked restlessly through the crowd, clearly looking for you.
And then he found you.
His entire face lit up so fast it almost made you laugh. But the expression only lasted a second before confusion pulled at his brows, like he couldn’t quite process what he was seeing. His eyes dropping to the oversized white and blue jersey hanging off your frame.
A slow, disbelieving grin spread across his face as he looked you up and down, realization settling in. Even from halfway across the arena, you could see the ego boost hit him in real time.
“Mine?” He mouthed, pointing at himself.
You only nodded, suddenly feeling shy under the intensity of his stare.
“Someone likes what they see,” Allie teased beside you, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Guess so,” you grinned, still unable to tear your gaze away from Dean as the team began preparing for puck drop.
The game itself turned out to be a fairly easy win for Briar University. Harvard managed to score first thanks to Jake Connelly in the opening period, but Garrett answered with two goals in the second.
Hannah absolutely lost her mind beside you, cheering so loudly you were pretty sure half the rink could hear her. You laughed and clapped right along with her.
Dean picked up an assist during the second goal, making you cheer loud enough that you were convinced he could pick your voice out from the crowd.
Apparently, he could. Because he then looked straight at you and blew you a kiss through the glass.
By the time the game ended, your cheeks hurt from smiling.
You waited outside the locker rooms with Hannah and Allie while the players showered and changed, the hallway buzzing with post-game energy and scattered conversations.
And then Dean walked out.
Black jeans hugged his legs, and a dark shirt stretched distractingly across his chest and arms. The fabric clung just enough to make your thoughts immediately inappropriate. You barely managed to maintain a shred of dignity.
Barely.
The second he spotted you, you practically launched yourself at him.
Dean caught you easily, laughing as your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms slid around his neck. You kissed him hard enough to make a few nearby players groan in annoyance.
“Took you long enough,” he muttered against your mouth.
That earned a loud whoop from Tucker and an immediate, “Get a room!” from Logan.
Neither of you paid them any attention.
“Hi,” you whispered against Dean’s lips, barely pulling away.
“Hi, baby,” he answered, voice rougher than before, damp hair still messy from the shower.
You kissed him one more time before finally letting him lower you back onto your feet.
The moment your sneakers hit the ground, he leaned down close to your ear. “Can I just say,” he murmured, “how hard it was to focus once I saw you wearing my jersey?”
“You like it?” You teased, turning slightly so he could see DI LAURENTIS stretched across your back.
“I love it,” he growled softly.
His hand slid to your lower back, pulling you flush against him before kissing you again, slower this time but somehow even more heated.
“Okay, lovebirds, time to go,” Garrett said, sounding both amused and deeply exhausted by the two of you.
“You’re just jealous,” Dean shot back immediately, sticking his tongue out at the team captain as he kept an arm securely around your waist while you walked beside him.
“I’m not.” As if to prove his point, Garrett leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to Hannah Wells’s mouth.
“Ugh, get a room,” Your boyfriend groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes so hard it made you laugh.
“Rich coming from you,” Garrett deadpanned.
You snorted softly, resting your head against Dean’s bicep while the boys continued bickering like overgrown children.
“Malone’s?” Logan asked, already eager to celebrate the win.
“Sure,” Garrett agreed.
“We’ll catch up with you guys later,” Dean said casually, making you lift your head to look at him in confusion.
Tucker immediately shook his head. “You dirty dog.”
“What’s going on?” Hannah asked, glancing between the two of you.
You only shrugged, equally confused for approximately two seconds.
“Gotta take care of something,” Dean then looked down at you. And suddenly you understood exactly what he meant.
“Oh,” you said quietly, trying—and failing—to suppress your smile.
Logan barked out a laugh. “More like take care of someone, right?”
Dean threw him a pointed look that only made the others laugh harder.
“We’ll see you in, like, an hour,” you told them, attempting to sound innocent.
“An hour?” He murmured, his mouth brushing against your ear. “Baby, after seeing you in my jersey tonight, you’ve got way too much faith in me.”
Your stomach flipped at the teasing edge in his voice.
“Two, minimum.”
NOTE : first off campus (dean) fic!!! please forgive me if there are any hockey errors, especially the whole waiting outside the locker room😭 i couldn’t get a conclusive answer from google if that was allowed or not, so in fanfic world it allowed! i have more dean fics on the way, so please sit tight 😼
summary. being plus size means talking down on yourself when you think every outfit makes you look terrible. Allie and Hannah are here to remind you look beautiful, while Dean has other interesting ways of showing it.
⭑.ᐟ This was a sweet request!!!! I’ve never written for + size reader because as one I’ve never felt comfortable because it felt a little too personal but hey… growth!!!!!!! Also anything for Dean. This has a perfect amount of Hannah and Allie. Oh and Dean—right. Please send request for the boys x not quite smut but smut-ish?
Word count. 1k
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‘Are you alive in there?’ Allie’s voice rung through the bathroom door, a small knock following the so often asked question.
‘Unfortunately.’ it really was supposed to come out as a whisper.
It didn’t.
‘Okay, get out. Show us the dress. Now!’ She demanded knowing exactly what thoughts were going through your head.
‘It’s not pretty!’
‘And I don’t care!’ She stood behind the door, hands on her hips as Hannah chewed on her bottom lip anxiously.
‘You’ve been warned.’ The door opened with a soft creek.
‘Told you. I look a like a damn sack of potatoes.’ Your hands awkwardly stood on the fabric over your belly, a feeling you’ve known all too well for all too long.
‘You make a very cute potato.’ Allie said ‘spin for me?’ She motioned with her fingers.
‘You look great. He’s gonna love it.’ Hannah stood up from being half sat on the back of the couch.
‘Are you kidding me? I don’t even know why he likes me in the first place. He’s never gonna wanna see me again after seeing that.’ You rolled your eyes with a frustrated groan.
The girls eyed each other, because this happened way too often.
‘You need to stop doing this.’ Allie’s voice came out rougher than she meant it to.
‘What am I doing? Telling the truth?’
‘Talking that way about yourself. You’re beautiful. It’s not the only reason why he likes you. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re a fucking catch. He’d be stupid not to.’
‘You’re just saying that to make me feel better and make me go out because you’re late, all because of me.’
‘I’m saying that because I mean it. You’re hot! Look at yourself. In the mirror, go.’ Allie ushered you to the tall mirror standing in the hallway.
After another groan followed by a sigh, you couldn’t help but stare at your reflection.
‘What do you see?’
‘Myself. With you, upset in the back.’
‘Stop playing. I’m serious.’ Allie pushed your shoulder forward with a small laugh.
‘Maybe the dress isn’t so bad.’ The black uniformed pattern stuck to your skin.
‘Exactly. You look great. You’re not changing. This dress was made for you. Look at your boobs! He’s gonna want you, trust me.’
Hannah laughed in the background and joined the two of you.
‘Allie’s right. He’s not dumb, he’s already picked you. You’re beautiful tonight and every other day. We’re here to remind you of that, alright? You’ll feel better once you see him. And we’re already way too late.’ She laid a small kiss on your shoulder.
It wasn’t unusual.
It was more than normal, actually.
The intimacy between friends, the conversations about things you don’t really want to talk about but feel grateful about in the end because they always know how to cheer you up.
When the doorbell rang, your hand found its place on your stomach again.
An anxious habit you want so badly to go away.
It was Tucker’s voice that you heard first, complaining about waiting for you for way too long and being both incredibly annoyed and worried.
Then what you feared happened.
‘Hey.’ Dean’s voice echoed in the hallway, his hands stuffed in his pockets, cheeks pink for what he hoped you’d think is the cold from the outside but is really him being nervous to see you.
‘Hi.’ You turned quickly to face him, the voices in the background quickly fading once you noticed his eyes roaming.
‘You look- you look amazing.’ His voice trembled almost, like he wasn’t expecting to see you so beautiful and bare for him to witness.
‘You like it?’ You asked, taking a step closer to him.
‘Are you kidding me? Yeah. I could definitely get used to it. You’re comfortable?’ His question came out soft, not wanting to offend you but knowing you.
‘I wasn’t. I changed like ten different times, was giving up and then, the girls tried to cheer me up. Said you’d be stupid not to find me hot in this.’ You let out a small laugh mixed with both flirt and awkwardness.
‘Oh— I’d be the stupidest of them all.’ His hands came out of his pockets, slowly making their way to your hip dips.
‘You really think I look good?’
‘I really— really do. As a matter of fact, I don’t even care about this stupid party anymore. Just wanna look at you all night. And some more.’ He teased with a smirk.
‘Oh yeah? Like what?’
‘I could tell you. Or you know— show you. I know what I want. Do you?’ His voice came out as a whisper leaning into your ear.
‘Are you guys coming?’ Hannah ran into the hallway, Garrett hot on her tail.
‘Your call’ Dean whispered again.
‘We’ll catch up with you later.’ You told Hannah without breaking the eye contact with Dean.
You’d never felt more comfortable and yet so anxious.
He wanted to love you? You were going to let him.
You didn’t hear what Hannah said.
You just heard the loud click of the door as they all left, leaving you and Dean all alone.
‘Smart choice.’
‘Was it?’ You joked.
‘You’re a tease.’ He shook his head with a laugh.
‘You love it.’
Dean nodded while biting his lip.
Then his lips were on yours.
You’re not sure which one walked towards the room first.
But the moment your back hit the now closed door as he pressed up against you, you knew you were done for.
His hands roamed. They touched. They squeezed all they could.
His lips hovered, kissed, left bruises in places that you didn’t know he’d even want to reach.
It was worth it.
The almost hour trying on different outfits making you late and making them come to the apartment only for Dean to find you defeated in that hallway.
The way his hands felt against the warmth of your skin, the thighs you’ve wanted to shrink so badly, the stomach you’ve always wished away.
The skin between your chin and neck, the shoulder blades you always thought were bigger than everyone else’s.
Maybe this isn’t so bad.
Maybe if someone can love and worship your body so much, so should you.
Maybe there’s a lesson in the way Dean wants you in your entirety.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a/n: hey babies! bella here, reporting in with this one-shot i wrote on my other account called @/sluttyvoids, but they took it down because, supposedly, my smut content was sensitive(? so, if you recognize this one-shot, it was mine :(
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Jason Todd wasn't just the kind of boyfriend who was sometimes soft or normal, neutral or special. He was a guy you could never predict, but you loved him anyway.
But one thing you liked about him was that he was so incredible in bed that you couldn't separate from him for a million years.
Fucking you against the bed in front of a mirror was so sexy to watch because you could feel your breasts bouncing, Jason pounding you hard in your tight pussy. Your back was pressed against his chest, his hand on your neck while with the other he held your wrists by your lower back.
You moaned like a motherfucker, you loved feeling everything.
Jason loved seeing you in the mirror, seeing you choke yourself, arch your back for him. He was ecstatic about you during the last few days of this month, and fucking you was the only thing he could do when he wanted to let off steam.
"Mine, okay? Look at you, mine to savor every night," Jason whispered, his eyes finding yours, but your gaze was lost between the roll of your eyes and the tears of pleasure, god, it was all too much for you.
heyy babe! of course! tell me who you want and what you want. i mean fluff, smut, angst, angry sex, anything. if you want a specific ship between pilots, that's possible too! 💌
clark kent x girlfriend!reader. SMUT. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE 18+ CONTENT.
⠀⠀Sundays were the best days because Clark came up with the idea of having gentle sex every morning to put you in a good mood; however, aside from putting you in a good mood, seeing your boyfriend naked while making love to you was one of the most incredible things in the history of your life.
Being gentle with you made him hard.
And feeling you gently against the bed turned you on because you couldn't stop squeezing her chubby ass with your nails, knowing that right now, she was making you moan with pleasure and lust.
"Clarkie," you gasped, trying to look at him, but your eyes crossed slightly as you felt the latent depth in your slippery cunt. "Oh god... yes"
"Do you like it, baby? Or do you want me to stop?" Clark asked, looking at you to scan the feelings on your face. "Look at me and tell me, beautiful."
Your breasts bounced slowly with the throbbing of your clitoris and the sound of his pelvis colliding. Clark groaned as you dug your nails even deeper into his ass, wanting more as he kissed your jaw with soft, warm kisses, gently licked your neck, and could only hear your moan.
"I love it," you replied without looking at him. "I love you, Clark, keep it up."
"I love you too, honey," Clark whispered.
And on the morning of that Sunday, all you could hear were the sinful noises coming from that room with a double bed.
I can’t stress enough how obsessed I am his BEEFY ARMS and the FARMERS TAN and those NECK WRINKLES and the FRECKLES omg what if I just took a chomp out of those BICEPS what then
