husky!neighbor!Eddie x Reader
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experiencing religious levels of horniness for husky!Eddie and this is the result. no further questions at this time.
cw: husky!Eddie, implied fat/plussized!Reader, R has breasts + vagina, oral as a religious experience (R receiving), soft dom Eddie, body worship
wc: 1.3k
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Eddie doesn’t ascribe to the whole religion thing. Heaven, hell, and everything in between- nothing more than a cool motif to supplement a rock album.
That being said, if Eddie’s not religious, he’s not sure who he prays to when he’s between your thighs.
All he knows for sure?
Eating you out is his personal form of divinity.
You’ve been on a work trip, four days’ worth of spare phone calls and Eddie crushing a pair of your panties to his nose at night just to keep the smell of you fresh, coating all his neurons with each strip of his fist around his cock.
He’d find himself slightly pathetic if it weren’t for the simple fact that there’s something noble and true about the worship he brings to your body.
Now that he finally has you back in his bed, just where he likes, Eddie will be damned to let you go.
Your thighs are pressed to his ears, the only thing anchoring him to the earth, and it’s like he’s hearing for the first time in half a week.
Eddie feels the rippling contractions of your muscles- toes curling and unfolding and curling again at his lower back, the twitch of your fingers sunk into his long tresses, the sting of nails at his scalp like you’re knighting him for this purposeful cause.
“Oh- Eddie, Eddie-”
A sharp gasp as you title him, the clench of your stomach felt under his wide palm where he presses you into the mattress, at just the right angle for his mouth.
There’s the muscle of your cunt, too- squeezing around the entire length of his tongue.
Eddie’s buried so deep, so mind-cleansingly in you, that he prays he doesn’t have to stop.
This and only this, forever and ever, amen-
His nose rubs the beating heart of your clit with each flex of his tongue, thick brows stitched together in supplication and concentration as he listens to each noise you make, reactivity leading his actions.
You’re the only thing he wants, for however long you want him.
Eddie’s not planning on showering after this- he’s gonna wrap you up in his arms after it’s over, satisfied sweat mingling and soaking into the bed, giving him something to jack off to facedown on the mattress for the next time you leave him.
He’s gonna let the wetness of you dry into his skin and seep into his bones- you’re already that much a part of him. What’s a mouthful more, to a disciple?
Sue him. He’s in a mood- a worshipful one.
Eddie shakes his head back and forth, gently, curling his tongue up, stroking a firm path against that soft wall of your muscle that trembles in response.
You whine out his name again, and he doesn’t deserve it, but wants to hear it again, more more more-
Eddie groans, the vibrations in his lips making your hips twitch, his other palm clamped like an order to stay around that plush divot of fat at your upper thigh.
His cock twitches, too, in between the compression of bedsheets and his stomach, mind cloudy with lust as he rocks forward- both to get impossibly further into you and to drive the leaking head of his cock against the pressure.
Your hips jerk and falter when Eddie’s mouth leaves the wet comfort of your heat to seal over your clit, sucking hard and playing the tip of his tongue over it.
His hand at the outside of your thigh smacks once, not too sharp, but enough to make his point without words- don’t pull away, sweetheart, let me give it to you good. Like I’ve been aching to do for days.
Eddie feels the rapture near as you rasp out his name, everything tightening- thighs to ears, cunt to the two fingers he slips into you, belly button pressing quick with panting breaths into the palm of his hand.
Those wide shoulders come in handy now, as he bullies them to the backs of your thighs, using his strength to keep you in place, pleasure whirling in a maelstrom of chorus as you moan-
“Eddie, fuck- fuck, baby, feels so, so good, gonna- ‘m gonna, please please please-”
You shouldn’t have to ask. Even so, you’ll get your reward.
Eddie wraps his arm like a belt over your stomach, bicep flexing in the effort to keep you on his mouth as everything in you spasms.
He slips his tongue back into the channel of your cunt, hand that was buried in you sliding up to twist a thumb in tight circles around your exposed clit, begging and praying for the release only you can bring him.
Eddie decides, just on the precipice of making you come, that all these prayers must go direct to you.
Who else would be more worthy of this praise?
And besides, you must be listening. When Eddie begs, you hear, beneficent in your obedience.
He’s laying claim to the loyal acolyte of your pleasure, earning the honorific with no room for doubt.
You come with a sound that rings as clear as angel bells, in a hymnal progression, high and keening, his name thrown into the mix like you’re trying to kill him.
Or maybe bringing him back to life. Jury’s still out. Eddie wouldn’t mind either way.
He suckles and rubs and pulls and pushes until he’s sure every last bit of pleasure has been wrung from your body and then some, your fingers tugging in his roots, thumbs like a circlet at his forehead as you squirm- to get away or to get more, your body seems conflicted in its blinding pleasure.
Eddie doesn’t pull away fully, can’t bear to, just presses the side of his face into your pelvis, wet nose leaving an imprint in your skin as he pants, too.
There’s a hiss of air through his teeth as Eddie shifts his hips, up and off the mattress before he blows his load from the noise of your pretty comedown sighs.
He kisses sloppily up your torso, mouths over each of your nipples, stiff and peaked against his tongue, until he’s finally at your face.
You’ve got shooting stars plus a few galaxies in your eyes, looking up at him with slack jawed awe. The look sinks straight through to his heart, makes it thump in a psalm for you, and he says so-
“All for you, baby.”
It’s a promise that he seals with a kiss, the sweet tang of your arousal fresh on his tongue as he feeds it back to you like holy sacrament, an act of shared communion.
Your words and whimpers channel straight into his throat, mouth still holding yours even as his hands track twin paths up your sides; one to palm over your breast, the other catching both of your wrists, stretching them up to pin above the crown of your head.
Divinity and all the grace that comes with it. Eddie’s more than grateful, hard as stone between your legs and dragging himself through the slick generosity from your altar.
“Can’t leave me again,” he murmurs, into the hollow of your neck where you’re sure to feel the buzz of it. “But just in case you were thinkin’ of it. Gonna fuck you so good your body won’t forget me.”
Eddie feels as though he’s earned some form of possession. What’s a bit of it worth to a deity from an acolyte?
Holy shit thank you all so much for the love on my last Drabble, didn’t expect that at all but I’m glad it was well isreceived :) here’s some more. Sorry it’s been actual months still new to this whole posting my writing thing.
Content - Reader is shorter than Johnny(sorry my tall queens), reader is referred to as “girl” “lass” etc. and implied to be fem, gender neutral pronouns used for reader.
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You avoid him to the best of your ability from then on. You learn his name is Johnny when he meets up with a friend But he always seems to be at the gym. He’s got you extremely self conscious, clothes even baggier than they already were. Sweating up a storm as you tried to avoid eye contact. Luckily it seemed like he got the message. He didn’t try to interact with you after that one day. But you could still feel him, his eyes. Fuck, those eyes, digging into your form like a barbed arrow. Always there. And if you’d turn around to look at the man that was their source, he’d just give you a silly little grin.
Jesus Christ this had to be some kind of game to him. But you couldn’t say his attention didn’t make you feel at least a little flush. Those charming smiles, his boyish hair, partnered with his stubble that exudes some semblance of maturity. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t caught yourself staring from time to time. How his muscles flexed or his breath got heavy after a particularly difficult set. But you knew you couldn’t have him, and you knew he didn’t want you. He was simply another gym rat who was questioning why the fat girl was in his gym.
Eventually, about after three weeks, you decided to confront him. Maybe you got tired of the stares, that to you, felt more like glares. Or maybe you’d just had enough that day, from getting yelled at work, to someone scratching your car, to something as minuscule as you not playing attention and filing your water bottle with to much water, getting it all over you in the process. Regardless you’re just tired. And this fuckers eyes, drilling into your back rolls is not helping.
“Did I do something?” You ask him crossing your arms. You had to tilt your head to look him in the eyes. You watched as he smirked about to respond, but before he could, you continued. “Look I understand I’m not the prettiest sight but I’m simply trying to work out. I try to avoid you I really do, I’ll stop mid-rep, and practically dart to the other side of the gym just so you don’t have to deal with me.” There are tears welling in your eyes now, so worked up from the day, or the week, or hell this month has just been a disaster. You continue, “I leave my water half-filled cause you’re passing to go to the bathroom and won’t stop staring at me. I know I’m fat ok. Im here for a fucking reason-“
Johnnys brow furrows at that last point. His smirk lowers into something much more grim. He takes a breath and that stern look is already shifting into one of concern and kindness.
Before you could continue he cuts in. “I don’t ‘ave a problem wit cha Bonnie.” It’s deep and authoritative, it catches you off guard. Now your brows furrow.
Taken aback, you stumble over your words as you answer. “W-what? So all those stares, all the times you’d get in my way, messing with me, that was cause you liked me? Sure.” You scoff with disbelief. Crossing your arms and turning your head to the side with an eyeroll as you wait for Soaps response.
But it never really comes. Save for the sheepish nod and grin he gave you. His arm rubbing his neck nervously. Holy shit. He liked you. Like, liked liked you. You were gonna vomit. Your head whipped back to him. Uncrossing your arms to fidget with them in front of you. Your eyes went wide, with something similar to fear.
Your thoughts flooded with all the worst case scenarios. You dart your eyes around, looking for friends chuckling, or a camera to catch this “EPIC PRANK ON FAT GIRL 🤣”. Lord knows this wouldn’t be the first time you were the butt of the joke.
Sensing your discomfort Johnnys eyes focus back on you with concern. His arms going out like he’s soothing a lost puppy. “Look Lass, this isn’t a prank, or a dare, an’ Aye truly am sorry for makin’ ye feel uncomfortable. But Aye’d like to make it up ta ye. Can Aye take ye out on a date?”
Yo ur first instinct is to obviously say no. Walling yourself up. Having to figuratively harden yourself just because you were physically soft. And god you want to believe him. You want to trust he’s being genuine. You wrap your arms around yourself. Concealing everything you hate about yourself.
You look up to give him your answer and that was your mistake. Your mouth forming the word “no” but it falls short once you catch a glimpse of his adorable puppy dog blues. Head tilted to the side and down at you like a true retriever. Shit. The way his eyes bare into you in this moment, no longer harsh or berating, but loving a truthful.
So with a sigh, and against your better judgement, you say yes.
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Gang I’m so out of ideas this has been sitting in my notes app for ages someone help.
You had the best night’s sleep in weeks. When you woke, you were warm, relaxed, and comfortable.
You murmured Reacher’s name, still half asleep. In your sleepy haze, you believed his strong arms were wrapped tightly around your body. A pleasant dream – or so you thought.
“I’m here, peach pie,” your eyes snapped open, and you stiffened in his embrace. This couldn’t be true. He left. Reacher left town and he never comes back to the place he left. That’s just how he lives his life. “You’re safe with me, Y/N.”
“Reacher?” You choked out his name, more a whimper than a word. “How can you be here? I thought…” You sniffled and shook your head. It had to be a dream. Reacher would never come back for you. “Why are you here?”
“I told you that if I ever come back, it’s for you,” he nuzzled his face in your neck. Reacher moved his hand under your nightie to gently place his big hand on your belly. “Why didn’t you tell me about the baby? I told you that if you ever need help, that’d be there for you, peach pie.”
“Why?”
“You know why, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear. “The better question is, why did you not contact me.”
“You’ve got no phone and after you left I believed that I’ll never see you again,” your voice trembled when you answered his question. “I didn’t want to be a burden and call your friend. I believe they have better things to do than looking for a way to reach you. And I didn’t know if you’d care, Reacher. We barely know each other, and you left before I found out about the baby.”
“Of course I care, peach pie,” he sounded hurt but held you a little tighter. “I care a lot for you, and my baby. I’d do anything to keep you and them safe.”
“I don’t understand how you found out about the baby. I didn’t tell anyone but Sally Ann about the baby—” You gasped. “Frances.”
“Please don’t be mad at her. I asked Neagley to check on you,” Reacher whispered in your ear. “She likes you a lot, and the fact you got a huge collection of cereals in your kitchen.”
You chuckled. “She loves her cereals.”
“That she does.”
“Why did you come back? I had it handled and—” You shook your head. “If you cared for me in the first place, why did you leave me then?”
“My lifestyle is so different from yours and I left because I never stayed in one place for too long,” he exhaled sharply. “I wanted you to not fall for me because I’m not sure how to do normal.”
“Do you think I have a plan? I’m pregnant from a man I barely know. The one sweeping me off of my feet without any effort,” you huffed. “I don’t know what to do. Why are you here? I don’t want you to feel responsible for me and the baby. I let you fuck me bare and are as guilty as you are.”
“I feel responsible because I am responsible for you, and our baby. You’re not a burden, Y/N,” he kissed your temple. “Leaving you and your home was one of the hardest things I ever did. You’re important to me and it pained me to walk out of your life.”
In lack of words, you nodded and sniffled. “You’re important to me too.”
He was silent for a moment. Reacher isn’t a man of many words; you already knew that. “I-I never was good with words or telling another person how I feel. Maybe something is…”
“No,” you wiggled in his embrace to turn around and cup his face. “There is nothing wrong with you, Reacher. You’ve got a big heart, but no roots. It’s normal that you never found a home in any place.”
He closed his eyes when you pressed your lips to his. Reacher didn’t tell you that it felt like coming home when he stepped inside your house again.
It was too soon, and he was scared you wouldn’t believe him. He just came back into your life.
“I made breakfast,” Reacher watched you walk inside the kitchen, a content smile on his lips. “Everything you’ll need to start the day.”
“Morning,” you yawned and rubbed your eyes. “I fell asleep after we talked. Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Uh-I checked in on Finlay and Roscoe. I thought I owed them that much.”
You nodded and gave him a shy smile. Reacher never talked about what happened with KJ, and the others, and you didn’t ask. You’re sure they had it coming.
“I heard Finlay wants to leave,” you said as you walked toward the kitchen island. You hopped onto the counter to watch Reacher finish the scrambled eggs. “I hope he finds happiness again. He looks so sad sometimes.”
“He lost his wife,” Reacher cleared his throat. “The love of his life. I wouldn’t know how to live without—” He bit his tongue. “I hope he finds happiness too.”
“What about Roscoe?” You poked his bicep. “Did you have a good time with her?"
“Peach pie,” he purred and stepped between your legs, “I only have a good time with you around. You know that.”
“Yeah?” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I bet it’s my peach pie luring you in.”
“Definitely,” he pecked your lips. “It’s soft and warm,” Reacher smirked hearing a tiny whimper escape your lips. “Snug and tight around me.”
“Reacher…” you breathed against his lips. “You’re here…you’re back.” You sniffled. “I can’t believe you are back.”
Reacher wrapped his arms around your body while you slung your legs around his waistline. He walked out of the kitchen with you, something else than the scrambled eggs on his mind.
“I’m back to stay.”
“I don’t have that big and stable bed for no reason,” you giggled at his eagerness. “Just you know, I wasn’t with anyone else.”
“Fuck, I hope so,” he growled and stopped in his tracks. Reacher pressed you against the wall to kiss you hard.
You looked at him, lips pursed. “What about you?”
“Of course not,” he kissed you again; a little softer this time. “I couldn’t get my sweet peach pie out of my head.”
“I’ve missed you too, Reacher.”
For a moment, you looked at each other, having a conversation without words. “I want you so bad,” Reacher broke the silence first. “I need you.”
You whimpered at his admission. Reacher will never know how much you missed him. It felt like he stole a part of your heart and took it with him when he left.
You’d never allow him to leave again. If he tried to sneak out, you’d call Neagley and hunt your man down.
“Well then, let’s go to my bedroom and celebrate our reunion the best way possible…”
Summary: You've been married to the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world. What happens when he finds you questioning yourself about the way you look?
~Warnings: Pure filthy smut, BDSM Themes; blindfolding, spanking, pet names, anything within the realm you can think of it'll probably be in this story (lmao), FLUFF, mentions of having children, mentions of scars/marks, aftercare, I think that's it...!
~A/N: MDNI! If you decide to interact with this post, it will result in your account being blocked! Otherwise those who are 18+, enjoy!~
~Also, I apologize for how kinky this story is, I was in a mood XD~
You we're sitting on the couch in your office space, you had taken the day off to pamper yourself, which you haven't done for a long time due to not having enough time...
Your husband and CEO of Titan Corps, was in his at home office, working on a bunch of documents and paperwork since 8 this morning, he usually wakes you up a little ahead of time so you can get to work, but since you told him about your day off, he let you sleep in until you decided to get up for the day...
First thing you did when you got up was bring him some tea, which he was grateful for, but he told you that it's your day off and you should just relax and not worry about anything...
~Flashback...
"Baby? I brought you some tea, may I come inside?" You knocked on the door, "Come in darling!" He said in a sweet voice...
You walked over and set the tray down with the teapot and cup, and poured him a cup, then set it on the desk along with the teapot itself so he doesn't have to get up to get more. "Thank you, darling. What are you going to do today?" He paused as he took a sip out of the cup...
"Well, maybe go out and meet some friends that I haven't seen in weeks, then probably go to the plaza and get some apples to make a dessert some point this week, then probably just come home and relax, so I should be back around 3 or so..." You explain to your husband, who smiles and pulled you closer to him by your waist and kisses you passionately...
"Sounds fun, well have a good day off, call or text me if you need anything, alright?" You nod your head and out of his office to get your day started...
End of Flashback~
You got up to a good stopping point in your book, you mark the page then shut it then place it on the coffee table, you get up and decide to head to the bedroom, you looked at the clock on the bedside table to see that it was 8 p.m., you knew Levi would be off soon to spend some time with you...
You were headed to the bathroom in your bedroom to brush your teeth, when you suddenly stopped and looked into the mirror, noticing how your stomach sticks out slightly, your thick thighs and wide hips...
You could never understand why someone like Levi would choose someone like you, you knew he loved you for who you are, but you are a bigger girl, you sometimes think that he'd prefer someone who's thinner...
Levi walks out from his office and walks towards the bedroom, where he sees you looking at yourself in the mirror with a saddened expression, he knows what's going on and walks into the bedroom, "You're not thinking negatively of yourself again, are you?"
His voice coming out of nowhere made you jump slightly, you turn around to face him, "N-no dear, I'm not..." You walk over to the bathroom and brush your teeth really quick before coming out and sitting on the bed...
"Y/n, don't lie to me. I saw it in your face, what were you thinking about in that brain of yours?" He walks over and stands in front of you, grabbing your hands and kissing them all over, thinking of how you were going to ask him this question...
"Why, out of all the skinny and more prettier women in the world, did you choose me? I have scars and marks all over my stomach and legs, I have love handles and a bit of a belly. Why me?" He looks at you...
"I chose you, I wanted you Y/n, I saw more than just looks, I loved you for who you are, for your beautiful personality, your mind, everything about you is beautiful to me, and always will be, no matter what."
You looked deep into his eyes, you knew he meant it, you always did know he meant was he said but your mind got the better of you today, you then kiss him softly, "Please, don't you ever forget that, although..."
He pulls you up gently then sits on the edge of the bed, "You should be punished, but also shown how absolutely fucking beautiful you are. Clothes off, darling." You nod and take off everything except your panties, "God, look at you, so beautiful and it's all for me, and no one else..."
He starts kissing you down your body, starting from your lips, then down to your neck, to your chest, he even paid special attention to your breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth at a time, while fondling the other then switching...
"Lay over my thighs baby, take those panties off to, I want to see that pretty ass of yours..." You nod and slip off your panties and walk over to his left side and leaned over his thighs and adjusted yourself so that your comfortable enough but if you needed to get up, you'd be able to do so...
"Mmm, look at you babygirl, splayed over my thighs waiting for my firm hand..." He runs his hand over your right cheek and down your thigh, rubbing and grabbing it which in all honesty felt pretty damn good...
"Count to 10 darling, if it gets too much you know the safe word, we made the first time we did this, okay?" You nodded and you felt the first smack of his hand on your ass, "One."
He rubbed you a little bit before noticing how soaked you were, "We only just started baby, and you've already left a spot on my pants, naughty girl..." He smacks your ass again, this time the reverb more intense as it fades away, "T-Two!"
Then again...
"T-three..."
This went on until you reached 10, by then your ass was already sore which he massaged the pain away, "Get up darling, I need to grab something..." You get up and wait while he gets up and grabs a long, black piece of fabric, he sits back down on the edge of the bed and tell you to get back into the same position as before...
He takes the blindfold and ties it around your eyes before kissing your shoulders, "It's only going to get more intense from now on tonight baby, I'm going to make you feel good, make you feel beautiful, more comfortable in your own skin..." He runs his fingers over your back and down to your pussy, rubbing your clit with his middle finger...
You moaned softly, being blindfolded only made things more sensitive and sensual, you then feel him sink two digits inside of you and start fingering you softly to start off, just barely grazing over that spot inside you which he noticed made you buck your hips, so he took advantage and start fucking you faster...
"O-OH! L-Levi please~..." He tilts your head so he can kiss you while you can't see anything, his movements becoming more erratic as if he was trying to get you to cum, possibly even squirt which was his true intention...
"You're so wet darling~..I'm gonna make you cum and make you scream so loud that the neighbors will know who you belong too." He fingers that spot in you relentlessly, causing you to try and push your body away from him but he pinned you down, "Cum for me babygirl, come on..squirt all over me..."
You scream out of pure pleasure and that coil snapped within you, causing you to squirt all over his hand and all over the floor, his hand moving when you start and going back towards the end, Levi lets a very deep growl out and keep fucking you with his fingers until you squirt 2 more times, which by the end of it you feel fucked out and very sensitive...
"Oh darling, you look so worn out, but I'm not done yet. Stand up, lie down on the bed and keep those legs spread, hands above your head..." You have him assist you getting up, then you do as he says while still blindfolded...
You control your breathing to the best of your ability while you hear Levi take off his clothes, you wish you could see him, touch him, anything would do but you're not going to lie, it felt amazing being pleasure by him, especially right now...
Suddenly you felt your hands being cuffed to the headboard, you notice the padding, so your wrists won't be as red after this is all done, "My babygirl all spread out for my taking, you're so goddamn beautiful Y/n, please don't ever forget that, even if I have to remind you 24/7 that you are, I would do it because I love you for who you are..."
You felt tears well up when you hear him say all of that, "I love you too, baby. Thank you. Thank you so much for being my husband, I don't know what I'd do without you..." He comes up and kisses you passionately, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he slowly pulls back...
"Like I said, I'm not done~...Let me taste you, I bet your as sweet as last time..." He moves down the bed and licks a stripe up your folds then kisses your clit, you buck your hips from the overstimulation from earlier events. He then pulls you down slightly to press his face further into your pussy, he then starts to eat you out like a man that hasn't eaten for weeks...
You release a moan so loud that your neighbors can quite possibly hear you, since your still blindfolded, you can hear the sloppy sounds of Levi's mouth sucking, biting and tongue fucking you from the inside, you grind your hips against his nose the best you can which he lets you do so because he likes it just as much as you do...
You feel him smirk as he slides a finger back inside your pussy, you throw your head back as he fingers that spot inside you again as he sucks your clit, "I can feel you're about to cum again baby, come on babygirl, cum for daddy..."
This causes your moans to become high pitched and turn more into mewls and whines, "F-FUCK! I'm g-gonna c-cu-AH!" You squirt for the fourth time that night causing you to spasm from your orgasm once again, he comes back up and removes your blindfold and take off the cuffs, "You're so fucking beautiful every time you cum, now for the main and final part..."
He positions himself in between your thighs and rubs his hard length before sliding the tip in, causing you to moan softly and slightly buck your hips which causes to slide you further down onto him, "Let me know when you're ready, I know you're sensitive after how many times you came so far."
Even after him being rough on you, he still shows his caring side before, during or after nights like this...
"O-okay babe, you can m-move now..." He nods and starts moving his hips slowly to start, he throws his head back from you already clenching down on his dick, "Oh baby, you feel so amazing, I just started fucking you and you're already clenching around me..."
He starts to thrust into you faster, he then pulls you up so you're straddling him while still on his dick, you take a bit of control and start riding him while wrapping your hands around his neck gently and kissing him deeply...
He looks deeply into your eyes while assisting you moving your hips, "So gorgeous, god I want to start a family, I have been wanting to for a while now, would you be alright with having a mini me or a mini you running around the house?" You smile at you, "I've been thinking about that for a while as well, I just didn't know if you were ready, but now I know. Fill me up babe, I want have a child with you, please."
He smiles and kisses you while you fuck yourself on him, he kisses your neck and holds you close as you two are eventually getting close to your highs...
""F-Fuck baby, I'm close, let me fill you up so we can start our family. You'd be such an amazing mother; I love you so much Y/n..."
"You'd be a perfect father; I love you too Levi." As you say that, you both reach your highs, he practically feels you go limp against his shoulder and lazily kiss his neck, he lays you down gently and pulls out and heads to the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth and cleans your both up, leaving sweet kisses all over your body, and dresses you both up in some loose and comfy clothes for sleeping...
He slips into bed and pulls you close, your head lays on his chest as you listen to his heartbeat as it comes down from the best high you both had, "I hope you understand how beautiful you are to me Y/n, and trust me, I know you'll be even more beautiful whenever you're pregnant with our baby."
He kisses the top of your head then kisses you softly, your eyes get heavy from tonight's experience, he whispers sweet nothings and I love you's.
Summary: If you’ve seen Just Wright then you know what this story is about if you haven’t then it’s about football Angel falling for his physical therapist.
Chapter Warning: Football AU. You’re gonna hate Angel. And sorry for the Adelita fans (myself included) she’s a bitch in this story.
A/N: I have one more chapter to write and the series will be completed. I don’t know how many chapters though. I gotta figure out the flow.
A/N (2): Shout out to the lovely @starrynite7114 for encouraging me and helping me write this story. It wouldn’t be possible without her. Love you, girlie!
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The past couple of months were surreal. A chance encounter with famed football star, Angel Reyes led to an unlikely friendship. Then, it took an unexpected turn when he began dating and eventually became engaged to your family friend, Adelita. But the most unbelievable was when you became his physical therapist after a nasty knee injury that could potentially end his career.
Adelita asked you to do the job because she didn’t trust the therapist that his team had hired even though she was the best in the business. According to Adelita, the woman was out to steal Angel from her. That’s why when you came to Angel’s mansion for work for the day you were in for the shock of your life.
“What are you doing here?” EZ, Angel’s equally famous and talented baseball player brother asked while running down the stairs.
You looked at EZ warily. He’s been nothing but kind to you this entire time. “To work. Did I do something wrong?”
EZ ticked his head at you in disbelief. “Don’t play the innocent card,” he scoffed staring you down.
“Innocent? What?” Clicking of shoes alerted you of someone’s presence. Looking up you saw Felipe coming downstairs. “Mr. Felipe, what is he talking about?”
Felipe stayed on the staircase as he talked to you. “I wanna believe you, preciosa, but you’re too close to her not to know.”
Adelita. She was the only person who wasn’t there. “Adelita? What did she do?”
“Like you don’t know.” EZ accused with venom you didn’t know he had in him. He shoved the letter in your hand.
Dear Angel,
I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. To see you like this is hurting me. I wish you the best of luck.
-Adelita
Felipe and EZ both read your face as you processed the letter, and it was then they knew you were just as surprised as them.
“My god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Is Angel ok?” You began trekking up the stairs, but EZ stopped you. “EZ, I didn’t know! Now move.” You tried to push him, but it was like pushing a wall.
“I know, I know, I know.” He repeated while blocking you. “But he,” he pointed towards Angel’s room. “Won’t. At least not right now. Give him some time.”
EZ was right. Angel was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to you. Running down the stairs you went for the front door. “Where are you going now?”
“To the one person I’m gonna make talk to me.”
Rarely did you use the key to Adelita’s apartment, respecting her space. But fuck her space now.
“Addie!” You yelled, running to her room. “What the?” She was fixing her makeup like she was going out.
“¿Mande?” She asked putting on her mascara. “That’s it? What? You have nothing to say?”
Adelita didn’t even spare you a glance as she went to get her heels. “Y/N, you’re not making any sense. What are you talking about?”
Oh, this bitch. She knew exactly what you were talking about. Adelita is far from dumb. “How are you gonna leave Angel? And like that? And give me no heads up.”
“Lo siento!”
“You’re sorry? Adelita,” you groaned. “You know better than that!”
She finally slowed down and looked at you. “I’m really am. It’s just,” she sighed and looked out the window to avoid your eyes. Adelita was a guarded person and didn’t let anyone see her vulnerabilities, even you, her childhood friend. “He would’ve tried to talk me out of it if I done it in person.”
“Duh! You two are engaged, Addie! What changed?”
“His career!”
“Wow, Adelita. Just wow. I didn’t take you for a gold-digging bitch.”
“I’m not a gold digger! I just can’t help and bring attention to the cause with a washed up has been. Mi gente deserve better.” Adelita always been about helping the people of Mexico because of her dual citizenship. But her dedication to it made her single-minded and she tended to ice everyone out. Typical Adelita. Screwing everyone over to get what she wants.
“Anything else?” She asked when you didn’t respond to her.
Saying nothing you shook your head and left her be. There was no changing her mind.
Work consisted of avoiding Angel. You stayed in your guest room and only ventured out when you knew that Angel was in his room. But that didn’t matter, because you could always hear Mr. Felipe and EZ beg him to come out of his room.
One day you were brave enough to go into his room, only to get your feelings hurt.
“Angel I know this hard, but you gotta get up man. Adelita was fucked up-”
“Are you my therapist or my physical therapist?” His words were colder than the frigid weather in Alaska.
Lowly you answered him while looking anywhere but directly in his eyes. “Physical therapist.”
Getting up for the first time for the day, Angel crowded your space until your back hit the door. “Then be that and nothing else.” He twisted the doorknob, letting you out and slamming the door closed once you were out.
Mr. Felipe stared at you with the sad puppy dog eyes he passed down to his son. “He didn’t mean it. He’s lashing out at everyone.”
“I know, but it still hurts.” You patted Felipe on his back and went to your room. Even if Angel wouldn’t let you rehabilitate with keeping himself cooped up, you still had work to do. You spent all your work hours studying Angel’s injury and reading up on the latest research to devise a treatment plan. Everything was coming together. All you needed was the actual client to show up and participate.
The day after your little debacle with Angel, he got an unexpected visitor. “Coming,” you yelled down the hall at the whoever was knocking on the door. Swinging open the door, you almost passed out. It was Rio Sanchez, star player of Angel’s rival team.
“Um, um, um, hi!” You finally managed to greet him. You wiped down your sweaty hands on your leggings and shook his hand (which by the way were ginormous). He was even more beautiful in person. His bright smile was blinding and sorta made you weak in the knees.
“Hi, so you Reyes’ new maid or something?” He eyed you up and down, hoping you were the maid and not Angel’s girlfriend. Even all sweaty, you were too beautiful for Angel.
“Nah, I’m the physical therapist. Umm, come on in and I’ll get Angel.” Just as Rio came into the foyer Angel came down the stairs. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Angel tugged on your wrist and moved you behind him. He didn’t appreciate the predatory stare Rio was giving you.
Rio chuckled at Angel’s possessiveness. “Man, I was just checking on you. I had to make sure you’re getting healthy, but you look like shit.”
Angel eyed him suspiciously. “You really want me to believe that you want me to get better?”
“Yeah man.” Rio lightly jabbed him in the shoulder. “Me winning that Superbowl ring ain’t as fun without you on the field. So, mama,” he looked at you over Angel’s shoulder. “Get him better and then,” he pulled out a business card and handed it to you. “Give me call.” Rio gave you a goodbye wink and left.
Angel stood there heated. That little punk really came to his house and challenged him.
“You done moping around and ready to wipe the smirk off that smug bitch’s face or you gonna let him bitch you out in your home?”
He finally turned to you and graced you with a smile you haven’t seen in days. “Let’s get to work.”
“You sure?” You cocked your head to the side. “Because you’re gonna hate me more than these past couple of days.”
Angel knew he deserved that little dig. He’s been a little shit to you. “I’m sorry for being a douchebag, but there’s no possible way I could hate you.”
Laughter bubbled up until you were full on cackling like a Disney villain. “Oh, we’ll see.”
Featuring: FemaleHunter!Reader, Dean Winchester and Sam
Summary: Dean calls her back into their lives because Chuck is on the rampage. Can they put the past behind them and save the world?
Word Count: ~9k total
Warnings, etc.: Unrequited feelings, loss of a surrogate family member, jealousy, angst, domestic violence, unwanted advances, show level violence, character death, grief and apocalyptic doom. Some dialogue taken from the show. This spans episode 17, 18 and 19 of season fifteen, with flashbacks.
Opening line taken from this five word prompt list.
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Description: Your life was spent in the water before you began hunting with the Winchester’s. After joining the hunting life, all your regime’s from before were thrown out the window, causing some weight gain and self-conscious thoughts. Dean quickly squashed those thoughts, making you feel more comfortable in your skin.
POV: Female Reader
Characters: PlusSized!Reader , Dean Winchester
Relationship: PlusSized!Reader x Dean Winchester
Warnings: FLUFF. Also, I can’t remember if there is any explicit language, so this is a warning for if there is, unnecessary if there isn’t.
Word Count: 2380
A/N: This is for the Anon that asked for a Plus Sized!Reader x Dean fic where the reader was a competitive swimmer before she started hunting with Sam and Dean and gaining weight. The reader was self-conscious to have Dean see her in a swimsuit, having Dean clear those thoughts from her head and making her feel comfortable. I hope this is everything you hoped for! I was going to try and do some smut with this, but it just didn’t feel right to me?
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Water. It’s your best friend.
The pool has and always will be your number one place to go. Swimming helps you relax, it helps you think, it helps you in ways some people can’t. This all probably stems from your competitive swimming days, before this life. You used to spend hours on end in the water, getting better times, perfecting techniques and more. Most people probably would hate the water after all of the training you’ve been through, but it was your escape.
Now, you’re lucky if a little motel you’re holed up in with the Winchesters has a pool.
It always makes your heart skip a beat and you get excited when you see a pool, no matter the size, at a motel you pull into. The brother’s always laugh at your reaction, every time. You just brush it off. If they had an escape like this, they would understand.
Thankfully, with being a hunter, work always runs late. You always get the pool to yourself to do laps, time yourself to see if you can still keep up with your old self, and you didn’t have to walk around half naked in front of people.
Since joining the Winchester’s and the hunting life, your old exercise and diet regime flew out the window. Yeah, hunting is definitely exercise between chasing, fighting, and killing the supernatural, but it also leaves little room for a healthy diet. A lot of your time is spent sitting in the impala, grabbing any food that you can whether its microwaveable from a gas station or burgers from a burger joint, causing you to gain some weight.
It was a noticeable gain, but the Winchester’s never said anything. They valued you on your intelligence and ability to kick some supernatural ass, not on how you looked.
After a long hunt with Dean, you are happy to see a pool at the motel you both are pulling into. Sam is off with their mom, Mary, helping her with a coven of witches while you and Dean are off to do a salt and burn. A milk run for both of you by now.
You try to contain your excitement while Dean gets a room. You slightly bounce in the seat, already imagining the cool water encasing you, erasing your worries and giving you momentary relief. Dean sinks back into the impala, handing the room key to you and silently drives towards your room. You throw yourself into the room, leaving Dean behind. You want to get changed as quickly as you can.
Your heart sinks while you’re pulling your bathing suit out of your duffle on your bed and Dean softly speaks to you, “You know. I might go swimming with you, Y/N.”
You drop the suit back in your bag, hoping Dean doesn’t notice, “I don’t think I’ll go out and swim this time.”
Dean scoffs behind you, “Y/N, I know you. You want to get in that pool.” You can hear him walk towards you while you’re still staring down at the suit hidden in your bag, “I even went to this hotel for just the pool,” you can feel him close to you, warmth radiating off his body, “for you.”
You turn around, Dean closer to you than you thought, “I just don’t want to tonight,” you shrug your shoulders.
You can tell he isn’t convinced, it’s written all over his face as he speaks, “You’re lying Y/N, let’s go! Go kick my ass in the pool.”
You smile, knowing you definitely would beat him in a race, but your inner demons and thoughts won’t let you. You bite on your lip, “I think I’ll just head to bed Dean.”
You start to walk away from him when he grabs your arm, “Y/N. Stop,” he pulls you around to face him, his bright olive eyes burning into your Y/E/C ones, “Why won’t you swim with me?” You avoid his gaze, causing him to push further, “Y/N. What is it? C’mon, you can tell me.”
You sigh and look towards the oldest Winchester, “I just,” you pause, biting on your lip, “I’m self-conscious about how I look in my swim suit.”
Dean’s face twists with confusion, “Why? There’s nothing wrong with your body.”
You roll your eyes at him and scoff, “Yeah, okay Dean. I don’t think I’m the only one that has seen how much weight I’ve gained since I started hunting with you guys.”
“Y/N,” Dean sighs and runs his hands through his hair, “There’s nothing wrong with your body,” he steps towards you, placing his hands on your hips, causing your breathing to hitch slightly, “You’re beautiful.”
You roll your eyes again, “You’re just saying that.”
Dean groans in frustration before he grabs your suit out of your duffle and pushes it into your chest, “Go put this on. Meet me at the pool in 15 minutes.” He begins to walk towards his duffle before turning back towards you, “If you don’t, I’ll drag you out there,” his eyes trailed over your body, causing heat to rise to your cheeks, “No matter what you’re wearing.”
You nod and walk into the motel bathroom.
10 minutes later you emerge from the motel bathroom, so Dean doesn’t come in and grab you to take you to the pool. He isn’t in the room which allows you breath slightly.
With the pep talk you gave yourself in the bathroom fading, you wrap a towel around yourself and make the short walk to the pool.
Dean is wading in the deep end of the pool, facing away from you, when you approach the pool. You try your hardest to not make noise, so he doesn’t hear you but end up tripping over yourself. Nice job, slick. You sigh when he turns around. You can tell his hunter instincts had taken over in that moment but softened when he saw you, a smile across his face.
“C’mon Y/N,” he says as he gestures with his hand, water droplets falling from his arm. You look him over, what you can see at least. His bronze chest is damp with water drops scattered across it, his hair wet, spiky and starting to fall in his face, and his damn smile. How does he expect you to get into the water with him? He senses your hesitation, “Y/N. Don’t make me come over there and pull you in.”
You sigh and drop the towel that was secured around your chest with your death grip, looking down at your feet as you get into the water, not wanting to see Dean’s reaction. Once the cool water rolls over your slightly sore muscles from sitting in the impala all day, your worries begin to wash away.
You take a deep breath and dive under the water, pushing off the wall of the pool and quickly swimming over to Dean. The usual relief and peace you feel with swimming washes over you, making you forget about your previous worries. When you break from the water seconds later, Dean stares wide eyed, “Damn Y/N. I didn’t know you swam that fast.”
You laugh, “I used to be faster.”
A playful smile crosses his face, “Wanna race?”
You roll your eyes and smile, “You’re going to lose Winchester.”
He wades over towards you, you both against the wall of the pool, and winks, “We’ll see about that Y/L/N.”
You look over towards him and nod, “On three, okay?”
Dean smiles, “Okay.”
You count, “One, two,” and Dean breaks from the wall, “Cheater!” You quickly dive under water, pushing off the wall and swim towards him. Even with his unethical start, you still caught up to him quickly. At the other end of the pool, you easily turn around and kick off the wall, leaving Dean behind. You cross the last few feet of the pool with ease, stopping at the other side. Slightly breathless, you turn around to see Dean crossing the last few feet of the pool.
You giggle as he breaks the water, gasping, “Told you Winchester.”
Dean looks towards you and playfully snarls. He’s still out of breath and can’t talk yet. You float onto your back, your clothed belly slightly protruding from the water, as you lazily swim out towards the middle of the pool.
You sigh and look at the stars, letting the water roll over your whole body, excluding your face. You jump slightly when two large hands pull your torso up out of the water. You look down at your chest pressed against Dean’s and up towards his face. His olive eyes were soft looking down at you and slightly crinkled from the smile playing on his lips, “See Y/N, you had nothing to worry about.”
You roll your eyes and look off towards the side of the pool, you couldn’t pull away from him with his arms tightly wrapped around your lower back, “Yeah, whatever Winchester.” You can feel the self-consciousness and doubt bubble back up to the surface and the peace from the pool fading.
Dean, seemingly seeing your internal struggle, brings you back to reality, “Y/N, really. You’re beautiful.”
You look up towards Dean, tears forming in your eyes, “Again, you’re just saying that Dean.”
Dean looks up towards the sky and sighs before he looks back down, staring into your eyes as one of his hands leaves your back and cups your face, “No, Y/N. I mean it.” His thumb softly strokes your cheek as his eyes wander down to your lips and back to your eyes, “You really are beautiful.”
You can feel the heat start to rise to your face again at the kind words from Dean, him touching and looking at you the way he was didn’t help either. You look down at his anti-possession tattoo and bite your lip slightly, “Dean,” you begin to protest.
His grip tightens on your back and the hand on your face trails down to your chin, pulling you up to face him, “Y/N. No.” You start to protest when Dean’s lips land softly on yours. At first, you’re slightly shocked. You have always thought that Dean was a good-looking guy, but you never thought he would be into you in anyway besides a hunting partner. You shut off any sort of feelings that weren’t platonic towards him so you didn’t get hurt in the long run. Eventually, you melt into the kiss, relaxing against him and tangling your fingers through his wet hair.
Dean pulls away from the kiss, leaving you both panting as he slowly rubs your cheek with his thumb, “You’re beautiful Y/N. Trust me.”
You look back down towards his tattoo, tracing it with one of your hands, “Thanks Dean.”
He pulls you into his chest, chuckling. He lays his chin on the top of your head and rubs small figure eights along your back, “You’re welcome Y/N,” he pauses and squeezes you softly, “And I mean what I said. You’re beautiful. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
You laugh softly as you pull away from him, “You-“
Dean rolls his eyes and cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours again, rougher than the first time. His hands run up your body and cups your face, deepening the kiss. Instinctively, you hop up slightly in the water, wrapping your legs around his waist and tangling your hands in his hair again.
Both of you lose track of time, just kissing each other when a voice breaks the new intimacy between you two, “Hey! No sex in the pool!”
You both jump away from each other, laughing. You look up towards the motel owner smiling, “Sorry sir.” You swim over to the pool ladder, Dean following behind closely, and get out of the pool. When the motel owner is out of earshot, you both laugh as you walk towards the motel room.
The laughs die down when Dean closes and locks the motel room door.
You both remain quiet as you walk towards your duffle on the bed, “I think I’m going to take a shower, Dean.” You look over to see him hanging his head slightly before looks up to you and nods. Does he regret what just happened? You drop the clothes that were in your hand and you turn towards him, “What’s wrong Dean?”
He looks up towards you and shakes his head, “Nothing Y/N.”
Your eyes narrow as you watch him, “You’re lying Winchester.” You walk towards him, standing in front of him, “What’s wrong?”
Dean’s once olive eyes are now emerald with sadness pooling in the green depths, “Y/N,” he sighs, “I,” he pauses and looks down at the floor, thinking, before looking back up towards you, “I just don’t want you to think what happened in the pool was some sort of pity thing.”
Your brow furrows in confusion, “I wasn’t thinking that, actually.”
Dean closes the short distance between the two of you, smiling, “Good. I meant what I said Y/N,” his hands softly lay on your toweled hips, “You’re beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you,” he pauses and softly kisses your lips again, “especially me.”
A small, “What,” escapes your lips as you look up into his eyes.
A smile plays at his lips, “I like you Y/N. I have for awhile,” he chuckles to himself, “Hell, I’m in love with you.” He cups your cheek with one hand, rubbing soft circles with his thumb, “It hurts me that you don’t see how beautiful and perfect you are.”
You chuckle, “I’m far from perfect Dean.”
He smiles and laughs, “Y/N, I just told you that I love you and you focused on how I described you.”
You lean into his hand and smile, “It’s a bad habit.” You place a hand on his cheek and look into his eyes before leaning in, placing a small kiss on his lips. Hearing him say those three small words to you, make you realize everything you’ve been holding back since you met Dean. Your feelings envelope and overwhelm you, “I love you too Dean.”
Dean wraps his arms around you tightly, hugging you and kissing the top of your head.
We already know our neighbor is good in a pinch if something breaks in our apartment (lord help us if the a.c. went out during this egregious heat wave 🥵), but it stands to reason he’d also be good helping to put new furniture together…
Say if he broke our bed and we had to get a new one 😈
I hope it’s not deeply obvious I need an Eddie in my life to fix things for me by the way I describe the bed issue as loosely as possible. this was written in a 20 minute fever don’t look too close!!!! thank you and good night
cw: husky!neighbor!Eddie, he’s older ya’ll but i leave the age to ur discretion, plussized/fat!reader with breasts, flirting
more of neighbor!Eddie here!
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The lemonade glass is frosty in your hand as you lean a shoulder against your bedroom doorway, pausing a moment to take in the sight.
Eddie’s sitting shirtless by the bed, just a faded pair of black boxers between his ass and the floorboards.
Not that you’re complaining. Sometimes, you turn the AC in your apartment down just to get him to strip quicker.
A rusted metal toolbox is tipped on its side, various random items spread between the V of Eddie’s legs as he leans forward and back, switching his tool of choice to a screwdriver and snaking one long arm underneath the bed frame again.
“That mine?” He asks, brows leaving their concentrated furrow to crook your direction.
“Maybe.” You take a languid, cool sip, just skimming off the top as you evaluate. “You fix my bed yet?”
Eddie scoffs. Tries to hide the curl of his smile with a shake of his head, hair loose and cascading around the tops of his bare shoulders. “Unbelievable. ‘Least a guy can ask for is a hot young thing to bring him a drink after all this physical labor.”
“Physical labor, right.” The sarcasm drips along with the condensation of the drink, but you’re smiling, too, as you step into the room to extend the glass downwards. “Should’ve given that some consideration before you fucked me so hard you fucked my bed up, too.”
“As I recall-”
The partial view of Eddie’s upper right forearm is tantalizing, muscles rippling as he screws something loose into place, not even needing to look- his eyes are on yours as he takes the glass in his left hand.
“-you were sure as hell beggin’ me to keep going. Might do you good to share the blame, sweetheart.”
You sigh, like it pains you to lean down and pick up some of the scattered tools (really, it’s an attempt to redirect Eddie to your ass, successful based on the sudden jumping noise his screwdriver makes). “Fine. I’ll agree to a thirty/fifty split if you get it up and running again for tonight.”
Eddie tosses the last tool back into the righted box, takes a big gulp of lemonade, and winks. “You got plans for the evening, already?”
He shuffles to kneel, pulling you in by the waist, grinning when you softly push at his forehead- “Yes, you maniac- my plans include sleeping. It’s already 11 and we have to get our beauty sleep after all that recreation.”
“You’re pretty enough for the both of us.”
Eddie sets the glass on the floor, then kisses his way up your body as he stands- one for each of your bare thighs, your tummy and breastbone through the soft fabric of your tee, and finally, just behind your ear. “Besides, can’t sleep on that bed for another 12 hours. Gotta let the hinges reset.”
One of his big palms slides to cup the back of your head. It’s second nature to let your neck relax into the hold, to allow his lips to suck a mark at the base of your throat while your arms find rest across his broad shoulders.
Your fingers trail gently at the edges of his full back tattoo, lines you’ve memorized and could recreate sightless, as you murmur, “Sure you didn’t just make that up to take advantage of my handy-less ness?”
“Oh, you’re plenty handy, baby,” Eddie says, drawing back only to look down at you with eyes dark as cocoa, faint grin still at the corners of his lips. “What’cha say we scoot across the hall and do some more damage to a working bed frame?”
