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pairing: dean di laurentis x reader, background dennis whittaker x reader
summary: your relationship with dean is casual, per his request. yet when you run into a blonde cowboy turned doctor from your past—dean loathes to think of you with someone else.
word count: 2k
tags: jealous!dean, bsf!garrett, implied that reader and dennis had a crush on one another back in nebraska, cocky!dean, garrett is fed up with both of you (fondly) not proofread
author’s note: hi! this has been in my drafts for so longgg, sorry for the people waiting on their requests, i’m trying my best to get them out asap! though i hope you guys like this nonetheless, been loving off campus recently but do not agree or support elle kennedy’s views! i believe all my wlw girls are just as deserving of their love stories <3
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“I can’t believe you got hit, dumbass!” You hiss at Dean as you clamber into Garret’s car to drive him to the ER
Truthfully it wasn’t his fault, it was a nasty hit that was clearly a foul but apparently the ref was blind or concussed because the fucking loser got sent off without a warning.
Dean looks like he’s been battered halfway to hell and you’re concerned enough that you’ve forced Garret to drive you to the closest ER.
Garret would complain if he didn’t also look concerned about the current state of one of his closest friends.
That alone lets you know that Dean shouldn’t still be groaning and hunched over the way that he is.
“It’s like you’re blaming me for getting beat to shit.” The blonde whines and you inhale sharply, trying not to stress him out more.
“It’s a stress response, can’t help that you’re an idiot that chirps guys twice the size of you,” you mumble back, rubbing his back soothingly as you hear him struggle to inhale.
“This car go any faster Graham?” You hiss to the brunette who whips his head to look at you in bewilderment.
“I’m driving the speed limit!” He says defensively.
“Rowan is not twice my size, you take that back.” Dean groans as he throws himself back against the car seat and tilts his head to the ceiling.
You scoff, “That’s the part you’re choosing to focus on? Not the fact that your smartass comments got you—“
“You love my smartass comments.”
You fight the urge to strangle the already injured man.
You and Dean are…complicated.
You’re friends at best and fuck buddies at worst.
You’re well aware you’d never be the one to lock him down, and you’d made your peace with that.
But you’d be lying if you said that the two of you didn’t occasionally toe the line between situationship and…more.
You knew for starters that you were the only girl friend Dean called to hang out with platonically, without the slightest assumption of sex.
You also knew that Dean had a set of Avengers boxers that he wore to sleep.
Either way, you knew things that other girls didn’t, that was a fact.
Unfortunately for you, that also meant you obtained the less favored girlfriend duties.
Like making sure he took care of himself and didn’t suffer some form of internal bleeding because he decided to shit talk on the ice.
“We’re 5 minutes away.” Garret remarks from the front.
Dean limply lifts one hand to give a fragile thumbs up with a wobbly smile.
“You look like you’re about to be sick,” Dean says groggily, somehow still managing a sleazy smirk on his face despite his injury.
You glower, “Sorry that I’m worried my friend is seriously hurt.”
“Friend? Ouch. Got demoted that easily?”
You can’t help it, you snort. “Shut up Di Laurentis.”
“Last name, Damn. Think I got myself in the dog house.”
You roll your eyes, stiffening when the lights of the Pittsburgh Trauma and Medical Centre flash across your window.
As Garrett parks, you open the door and tug on Deans arm to get him moving.
“Can you walk?” You ask concernedly, watching as he stumbles slightly as he gets out of the car.
He nods, looking pale in the face. You motion for Garrett to hurry up and flank Dean’s other side so the both of you can get him through the doors.
With a shaky hand and little fanfare you sign a bunch of forms before you’re called into the ED with blinding white lights and groups of nurses and doctors floating around the three of you.
You’re ushered to a room by a lovely woman called Princess and as you settle in you can’t help but bounce your legs, watching Dean and the door anxiously waiting for someone to arrive.
Garrett watches you in poorly veiled amusement, “You look like you’re about to shit yourself.” He huffs a laugh.
Dean snorts, “That’s not a look, she just does that.”
You slap his thigh with a petulant frown which has him theatrically wailing and you rushing to muffle his mouth with your hand lest he cause a scene.
Of course, that’s when the door opens as one of the doctors walk in.
Your jaw slackens in horror almost simultaneously as the two of you catch sight of each other.
“Dennis?!” You gasp out in shock.
Dennis’ eyes widen, his mouth forming your name is almost childlike wonder.
“Holy shit!” You laugh, moving your hand off of a suddenly quiet Dean’s mouth as you move towards your childhood friend.
“You’re a long way away from Nebraska Denny!” You say happily, throwing your arms around him and catching him off guard as he stumbles back before the familiar feeling of his arms wrap around your waist.
You feel him laugh into your neck, squeezing you tighter and forcing a hysterical giggle out of your chest.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs into you as he pulls away slightly, hands still on your waist but meeting your eyes.
You soften, your bottom lip wobbling slowly as you swat at his chest half heartedly, “Don’t make me emotional now, it’s good to see you too.”
You’re too invested in the sight of the little blonde you knew from high school to notice Dean’s glowering and the shared look of perplexed nature that Garrett and him share.
“Denny?” Garrett mouths at Dean, and to much of his amusement watches as the blonde’s face scrunches up in distaste.
Denny. What kind of a nickname is “Denny” anyways. You’ve never given him a nickname, what’s so special about this guy that he gets one and Dean doesn’t?
“Anyways!” You clap your hands as you stand back, moving backwards to stand next to Dean’s bed as you sway on your toes.
“You’re Mr Di Laurentis?” Dennis checks with him and Dean nods, trying not to growl as he watches you stare at the doctor with excitement.
He’s starting to hate this dude.
“Can any of you tell me what happened?” Dennis asks, catching sight of Dean clutching his left side and grimacing in pain.
“He got hit while playing, some guy body checked him into the boards and his elbow connected pretty hard with his ribs.” You remark bitterly, staring at Dean with a frown.
Dean sniffs, nodding in agreement and Dennis makes a note on his chart.
“Alright, I’ll do a physical just to feel around and see if anything’s broken before we take some blood and do some scans just to make sure nothing serious is going on, okay?” He asks.
Dean bites back a growl again as you refuse to turn to look at him, instead nodding at Dennis like he’s the first coming of Christ.
He makes fast work of it, slowly pressing down on the readily forming bruises on Dean’s abdomen and apologizing softly when it’s sensitive to force a breath of air or a slight whimper out of Dean’s mouth.
You chew on your nails anxiously as you watch Dennis work with a sharp eye.
“What can we do about pain meds? He’s been groaning since we got in the car.” Garrett remarks this time, his arms crossed as he leans against the wall.
Dennis flicks his eyes up with a look of surprise, as if he’d forgotten there was someone else there at all.
“Yeah—yeah, we can totally do that. Do you have any known allergies I should know about?”
Dean frowns, thinking. “No, I don’t—”
“He’s allergic to penicillin.” You but in and Dean turns to stare at you in disbelief.
How do you know that?
Dennis shares an uneasy look between the two of you before nodding and turning to leave.
“Alright; good to know. I will keep you guys update but come and get me or someone else if your pain gets worse or you start to feel worse.” He mentions.
You nod hastily, turning to look at Dean with a bright smile as soon as Dennis walks out.
Deans face softens. It’s not right to be mad at you, it’s not like you did anything.
And it’s not like he has any right to be jealous, he’s the one who said this whole thing was casual.
“So…you and the cute doctor huh?” Garret smirks, forcing you both to break eye contact.
Your face warms and you groan, placing your hands over your face.
“Was I weird? Was that weird?” You stress, looking embarrassed.
Dean frowns, “How do you know him?” He demands.
You look confused, “I uh—we used to go to school together in Nebraska, before I transferred to Briar.”
Garrett hums in acknowledgment, “you guys didn’t keep in contact?”
Deans whips his head to stare at his friend with an incredulous expression. He doesn’t want to hear about that.
It’s enough having the guy as his doctor and having to watch you fluster yourself whenever he’s around.
“I mean,” you shrug. “Broken Bow’s a small place and when most people get the chance to leave—they’re not really too sad about what they’re leaving behind.”
Garrett nods, sharing a small smile with you.
Dean scoffs though, “yeah he seems real beat up that he’s seeing you again.”
You frown, “you think he doesn’t like me?” You look worried, like you’re afraid that you’ve overstepped and imposed yourself where you’re unwanted.
Garrett rolls his eyes, leaning forward to swat at Dean’s shoulder in reprimand.
“Don’t say that,” he chastises the blond.
“He means that he looks like he’s into you.” Garret tells you kindly.
You switch your gaze from Dean who’s scowling to Garrett who’s offering you a comforting expression.
“And that’s…bad?” You hedge slowly.
“Of course it’s bad!” Dean snaps.
Garrett closes his eyes slowly, blowing out a breath, “I am going to check what they’ve got in the vending machine’s round here—you two—”Garret gestures largely at the two of you as he walks out of the room.
You sigh, “You have a problem with Dennis?”
Dean attempts to cross his arms but hisses when it pulls on his injury, letting them flop uselessly next to him.
“Should I have a problem with Dennis?” Dean asks mockingly.
You growl exasperated, “ I don’t know Dean! Not that I know of? He’s been perfectly nice and I’m sure you guys would get along if you got to know him more—“
“I don’t want to get along with him!” Dean bursts out, red in the face as he scowls.
You falter, “What? Why?”
Dean hesitates, “Because I—it doesn’t matter.”
Your expression hardens, “it obviously does if you’re about to chew my head off for suggesting it.”
Dean slumps in his bed, toying idly at the loose threads on the sheet.
“I just—“ he blows out a breath “I don’t like the idea of you going out with him”
“Why?” You press.
Dean grimaces, “Because I—I like you.” He mutters lowly.
You blink slowly.
“I like you too? Dean what? we‘ve been sleeping together for months of course I like you—”
Dean looks like he wants to bash himself over the head with the bedpan, “No.” He stresses.
“I like you as in, I want to be with you—exclusively.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” Dean laughs incredulously. “C’mon babe, you gotta give me something more.”
You blink faster, “I just—I didn’t think—you said you don’t date!” You hiss
Dean shrugs, an innocent yet nervous expression on his face, “I didn’t.” He confirms.
“Until you.”
You roll your eyes, “Egregious line, Di Laurentis.”
“Did it work?”
Your gaze washes over his nervous expression and you soften.
You’re leaning over the bed before you know it, pressing a soft kiss to his lips with a smile.
“You’re something else.” You murmur softly against his lips, both of you grinning into each other’s mouths as your eyes meet.
“Fucking finally.” You hear being muttered as Garret reopens the door to the room, a packet of chips in his left hand and a chocolate bar in his other.
Blurb: when Bokuto is in one of his emo moods after a long, tiring practice at msby and just wants to cuddle and recharge for the rest of the evening ‹𝟹
Wc: 770
A/n: this is my first fic so be nice ^_^
The house was peacefully silent as you stood by the front door, waiting for your husband to come back from practice. You never truly knew what mood he’d be in once he got home, but you didn’t seem to mind.
Truth be told you loved when he would come home sulking and mumbling to himself about how it’s not going his way, because he’s 100x more clingier than usual — though you’d never admit that to him.
You pace the hallway for what feels like eternity, willing the minutes to tick by faster. The clock on the wall taunting you as you wait impatiently for him to arrive home. What can you do, you love him, and that wasn’t going to change. After what felt like a lifetime, you hear his keys jingle as his keys enter the keyhole. You stay rooted in your spot, arms up.
As soon as his giant frame enters the doorway, your entire body shifts. The excitement in your face starting to sway.
Already noticing he’s not in a happy mood, quite the opposite really. His shoulders are slouched and his face has a soft pout. His hair drooping as he looks down at you, mumbling nonsense to himself about how practice went.
This was the Bokuto that you wish you could keep to himself. Almost immediately you rush over to him and throw your arms around his neck. Pulling him closer.
Bokuto’s arms band around your waist, his head dipping to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent whilst his hands span across your back. His grip tightening, almost as if he never wanted to let go.
“Kou..” you murmur softly against his chest, trying to break free so you both could move to the couch, or to bed for the cuddles. You knew he was going to be like this for awhile.
You, and everyone else that knew Bokuto, all thought that his volatile moods would lessen as the years went by, but they only grew a little more intense. Out of everyone, you and Akaashi knew how to get him back.
“C’mon Kou, let’s go settle down, you still have your bag on, baby.” You lift your head, slowly unwrapping your arms from around his neck. Bokuto’s grip lessens a fraction, only enough so you can move and help take his bag off.
“I kept getting blocked today in the practice match!” Ah. So that was what caused him to be all pouty today.
You gently cup his face, tilting yours back slightly, whilst tilting his down so you can see him better. A soft smile on your face as you caress his jaw.
“It’s okay Kou, you’re still the best player there and they know that. You know you can get blocked sometimes and that’s okay, did you guys still win?”
Keeping your hand on his jaw, his shoulders slowly slump as he nods. “Yeah, of course we did! ‘Sumu gave some great sets, even Sho’ did some crazy spikes!”
As he talks, your hand moves from his jaw, down to reach for his hands. Your fingers intertwining as you make your way to the couch.
Once you’re both settle into the couch, Bokuto’s arms wrap around your middle. His grip on you is firm but gentle as he lifts you and sets you in his lap, your back to his chest.
You let out a content sigh, feeling safe and warm in his arms. His head dips and finds its way back into the spot between your neck and shoulder.
Bokuto peppers sweet, innocent kisses to your neck, your ear, your shoulder, all while going on about practice. “I don’t like being blocked y/n.”
You end up wiggling a little and holding back a tiny giggle, as you try to get more comfortable in his lap. Here’s you famous volleyball star, teddy bear of a husband being all pouty because he got blocked during a practice match.
“Stop moving... I just want to recharge and hold you, please?” He lets out a tired sigh, his voice low and a little more intense yet relaxed, if that was even possible.
Nonetheless you still nod, and let him hold you. You knew he would come back to you and be his energetic self once more but for now, you’d accept him and his pouty self all while getting cuddles from him.
You close your eyes, holding onto his beefy biceps. Loving that no matter how big and bulky he gets, at the end of the day, he’s still your giant baby that loves you and always just wants to be near you.
You turn your head to the side, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead. Your eyes fluttering shut as the two of you sat there for the rest of the evening, enjoying each others company and warmth.
Reminder to relax and take a moment for yourself to rewind and calm down, it’s okay if things don’t go your way !
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john tucker vs. the never smudging eyeliner his girlfriend wears ꒰১♡໒꒱
❥ PAIRING : john tucker x fem!reader
❥ BLURB : you’ve mentioned to tucker once that your eyeliner has never smudged, and because tucker loves a challenge, he tried hard to make it smudge.
❥ CONTAINS : 18+, smut, dacryphilia, fingering, soft!dom tucker, overstimulation, mentions of cunt, and praising. let me know if i missed any!
❥ AUTHORS NOTE : hii! at first this fic was gonna be a hurt/no comfort fic and then i realized i was over complicating it like no other so i turned it into this!! also this is my first time like actually fully writing smut and i realized i absolutely suck at it but it’s okay! based on this request, and my requests are currently open, so send in requests <3
you always wore eyeliner, you have since you were in high school and there’s been few days after that you haven’t worn it. you even lucked out by finding one that doesn’t smudge which is a blessing and a curse sometimes.
when you and tucker first started dating, he asked about your eyeliner and you mentioned to tucker that it doesn’t smudge and of course he didn’t really believe you. so, he took it as a challenge to get it to smudge: playing really sad movies, making extremely spicy foods, having you chop onions and the list goes on.
which now brings you to now, you’re sitting on tucker’s bed, naked as he sits behind you with his legs locked around yours, holding you in a firm position. his strong hands that you’ve probably spent entirely too much time looking at, trails down your chest, circling your nipple as you let out a soft whine.
“tell me what you want, baby,” he says against the skin of your neck as he continues to touch and tweak your nipple. “please tuck, i need you to touch me,” you beg as you lay your head on his shoulder.
complying with your request, his free hand trails down your body and towards your wet cunt. he spreads your wetness around before taking his thumb and softly rubs your clit. moans escape your lips as he teases a finger in towards your hole.
“please,” you whine, rolling your hips trying to gain more friction. he chuckles against your ear, slipping a finger inside of you, slowly thrusting it in and out of you. your moans gradually become louder as he speeds up with his finger before sliding in a second finger.
“look at you, so pretty and wet for me,” tucker says as he looks at you through the mirror in front of his bed. you moan again in response, grinding down against his hand.
“such a needy girl yeah? want another finger, angel?” he taunts, you nod as he slips a third finger into you.
between the hand that’s still taunting your nipple, the three fingers inside of you plus the thumb circling your clit, the erotic sight in the mirror, and tucker praising you in soft murmurs, tears prick your eyes smudging your eyeliner down your cheeks.
tucker smirks, “look at you, crying from my fingers looking absolutely gorgeous,” you clench around his fingers as you feel yourself coming closer and closer to your orgasm.
“i’m gonna cum,” you moan out as you cum all over tucker’s fingers.
tucker continues to move his hand in and out of you as you squirm against his chest, “too much t, please,” you plead.
he finally slips his fingers out of you with a smile. “well, i accomplished my goal, don’t you think?” he asks as he moves his other hand from your breast to your chin, forcing you to look at you tear and eyeliner stained cheeks.
you take in your appearance and unfortunately he is very much correct.
john tucker successfully your so called never smudging eyeliner.
you take control in bed and rafe can't handle himself (18+, smut)
"you want to what?" rafe asked, not really paying attention to your words, his eyes still glued to his book. "i-i want to take control in bed rafe" you said, raising your voice from a barely audible whisper to a slightly louder tone.
he doesn't even turn to you at your claim, chuckling softly "that's real funny baby" you huffed, he wasn't taking you seriously at all. you moved quickly so that you were sitting between his legs that were spread out on the bed, staring at him as he didn't even move to look at you.
you wrapped your fingers around the top of his book, pulling it back softly so he had to look up at you. rafe seems to pay attention to you now, watching you with a bored expression. "im being serious rafe, i think id be good at it" you stated as he brought his hand up to your head and tuck a piece of loose hair behind your ear. "good at what baby?"
you rolled your eyes at his question, does he ever listen?
"good at being in charge, you know, all bossy and controlling." you pouted as he raised his eyebrows suggestively "i am not bossy and controlling" rafe answered, clearly not believing the words coming out of his own mouth as he played with the hem of your sundress.
you narrowed your eyes at his claim, causing him to sigh. "please rafe, please, please, please. I promise i'll do good!" once you see him roll his eyes and sigh, you know you've cracked him.
and that's how you ended up straddling his toned shirtless waist, clad only in your panties as you peppered kisses softly down his chest. he stared at you as you got to his v line, his cock standing tall and oozing with pre-cum.
"you ready rafe? remember your safe word alright?" he tried to mask his chuckle at your statement, ticking his jaw to the side. "yes baby, i remember the safe word, think i'm gonna have to use it?"
you shrugged at him, extremely distracted by his massive cock merely inches from your face. you placed a small kiss to the base, leaning your head on his inner thigh as you pumped him up and down slowly.
you heard him inhale sharply, restraining himself from grabbing your head and shoving your throat all the way down his cock until you gag. he watched the thoughts spin in your head as you left one last kiss on the tip of his dick, shifting around so your entrance was now in line with his cock.
he groaned as he entered you, your walls so impossibly tight around him. you lowered down slowly on him, squeezing your eyes shut at how fucking massive he is. you had to brace yourself with your hands on his chest as he bottomed out inside of you, hitting places that made you whine. you lifted your hips up slightly, you knew that neither of you could handle him that deep inside without cumming in two seconds, though he would never admit it.
you looked at rafe with impatience, waiting for the feeling of his death grip on your sides as he helped you ride him, but it never came "rafe, what're doing?" you asked, feeling impossibly full and needing to move. "what do you mean princess? you're moving us. you're in charge."
"o-oh, right." you squeaked, taking a second to breathe and ground yourself before slightly lifting your hips up and slamming back down. you never thought it would be so hard to ride rafe without his hands guiding your body and lifting more than half of your weight above him, but then again, you had never thought you were ever going to be in control.
your thighs burned as you lifted yourself up for the third time, refusing to look at rafe's smirking face at your restlessness. you nearly felt bad for rafe in that moment, you didn't even realise how much hard work went into being in charge.
you don't have nearly as much stamina as rafe does, and it showed through your now shaky thighs and unstable strokes of your hips. "goin' a bit slow baby, are we getting tired already?" you didn't even have to look at him to see the cocky smile on his face. not ready to admit to him that you were wrong, an idea popped in your head.
you felt him twitch inside of you as you sat balls deep on his cock, rocking forward so there was no part of his dick that wasn't buried in you. he snapped his head your way, parting his lips softly and taking a deep breath. you didn't move for what felt like hours, which in reality was only a few seconds, your walls squeezing him nearly out of you.
"oh so you want to play dirty baby?" he asked, moving his hands quickly to your ass and landing a sharp smack to your skin before kneading the area. "i don't know what your talking about" you stated, trying not to show how close you were to moving so you didn't explode from pleasure.
"god, you're such a fucking brat" he spat, taking your wrist in his hand and twisting your arm so it was behind your back, pushing your body so you were now laying on his chest. you let out a moan as he started slamming into you at a ruthless pace, his strokes deep and uncontrolled.
"is this what you wanted baby? for me to lose my fucking mind? hmm?" he asked, knowing in your mushy state that you couldn't give him an answer that wasn't purely unintelligible babbles or moans. he took his free hand and grabbed your chin, lifting your head up so you had to look at his face as he fucks you.
he watched you flutter your eyes shut, biting your lip and going limp in his arms. he knew that face. you were about to cum, hard. "come on baby, give it to me. you got it, i got you" he chanted, his strokes turning sloppy as he was nearly at his breaking point.
"atta girl, that's my pretty girl" he sighed as you came around him, falling into his body as you felt his load empty out into you with a groan. "r-rafe" you whimpered, coming down from your immense high as you both made no move to let his dick slip out of you. "yeah baby?" he answered, wiping your hair away from your face softly.
"i love you" you spoke. he smiled down at you, god you were just so sweet, especially after he just destroyed you on his cock. "I love you too princess. did so good for me, always do" letting out a content sight as he kissed the crown of your head, you heard his voice again.
"hey baby?" he asked, running his hands up and down your back with a soft touch. you hummed at his question, inviting him to speak.
"never fucking ask to be in charge again, or you won't like what'll happen next."
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having a “secret” relationship with beau maxwell ⸝⸝꙳⋆♡
❥ PAIRING : beau maxwell x fem!reader
❥ BLURB : you and beau maxwell have a silent mutual agreement to keep your relationship secret, but turns out, you both suck at keeping anything a secret according to allie and hannah at least.
❥ CONTAINS : pure fluff!
❥ AUTHORS NOTE : baby’s first beau maxwell fic, i’m so excited to write and for others to read because i absolutely adore beau maxwell, he needs to not make any unnecessary journeys though…. based on this request, my requests are open!
you and beau maxwell have been dating since freshman year of college and now you two are juniors. you both have never mentioned to your mutual friends that you guys are dating, not that you’re ashamed of each other it just never seemed like the right time.
so you both just kept it a secret, but turns out, neither one of you are good at keeping your relationship a secret.
currently you two are in your shared dorm with hannah and allie, dorm to yourself seeing as both of your best friends told you beforehand that they’d be busy for the rest of the night. so you did what any rational person would do in this situation and invited your boyfriend over for a stay at home date night.
you two are currently on the couch, you’re playing on his chest while he plays with the ends of your hair, watching some romcom he found.
“i 100% believe they would not stay together once the movie ends,” beau said, looking down at you. “oh, absolutely, they fucking suck together,” you reply back, look back up at him.
he smiles as he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. you kiss back, place your hand on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.
you push yourself onto his lap, straddling his hips. he sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
as you two get lost in your makeout session, the sounds of keys and your roommates voices coming down the hallway pull you two out of it. you two look at each other for a second before quickly scrambling to make yourselves seem presentable.
“what the fuck? i thought you said you had the dorm to yourself?” beau whispers as he fixes his shirt and hair. “that’s what they told me beau,” you whisper back, fixing the pillows and trying to think of somewhere for him to hide.
before you could even push him somewhere to be hidden, the door unlocks revealing hannah and allie.
“oh my god, did we interrupt date night for you two?” hannah asks.
you and beau share a look of confusion before he asks, “wait you two knew that we were dating?”. allie gives you both an unimpressed look, “everyone knows you two are dating,” she says with a knowing tone.
“but we kept it a secret,” you reply back still slightly confused on how everyone supposedly knew that you two were dating. “beau looks at you like you personally hung the moon for him, babe,” allie replies with an eye roll.
“and to add, you look for him in every room so we always knew just didn’t really question it,” hannah says. “but, since we kind of crashed your date night i think me and allie should get going, bye!” hannah adds before dragging allie out the door, closing it behind her.
standing in silence for a couple of minutes, beau turns to you and asks, “do you think our other friends know?”. you shrug, “probably but that is not something i want to figure out right now,” you reply.
he laughs as he pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on top of your, kissing it gently. “well at least we don’t have to keep our relationship a secret anymore,” he says. “well, according to our friends, we fucking suck at it regardless,” you reply with a laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist.
you two spent some minutes standing in the middle of your dorm in each others embrace, feeling some kind of weight lifted off you two as you now know you no longer have to keep each other a secret, not that you were any good at it anyways.
more john tucker headcannons i personally think he does with his girlfriend (but make it smutty) ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱
content warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of fingering, the word cunt, dirty talk, and pussy and ass slapping.
⤜ one of john tucker’s favorite things is making you watch as he fingers you. he has his legs hooked over yours, slowly pumping two of his thick fingers in and out of you, making you watch him and yourself in the big floor mirror you have in your room.
⤜ john tucker loves slapping your pretty cunt. he does it when he wants you to focus your attention back on him, he does it when he’s punishing you, hell he even does it when he’s rewarding you for taken him so well.
⤜ john tucker is an ass man in my eyes, argue with a wall. he loves slapping your ass while he’s eating you out, while you’re bent over, or even while you’re simply just standing and he’s behind you. an ass slap a day keeps the sadness away in his eyes!!!
⤜ bro is the KING of dirty talk, he might be fucking you nice and slow but he’s whispering in your ear all the dirty things he wants to do to you and with each rock of his hips, another curse word brings you both closer and closer to the edge.
⤜ john tucker might fuck you rough but he is SOOOO gentle with his words and other actions. he constantly checks up on you while he’s fucking you deeply, he makes sure you’re 100% comfortable with everything you’re doing, and if he sees even a hint of uncomfortableness he’s stopping immediately and making sure you’re okay.
⤜ speaking of his care, his aftercare is out of this WORLD. he cleans you up well and sends you off to pee, and while you’re doing that, he lays out some fresh clothes for the both of you and also quickly grabs some waters and snacks just in case you’re hungry or thirsty. (you definitely are).
safe to say having sex with john tucker is genuinely a beautiful thing!!!!
part one
˖ ⸝⸝ ৎ୭ authors note: hi guys! i just wanted to say thank you so much for the love on my previous headcannons, i was NOT expecting for you guys to like it so much and i appreciate it so much for the bottom of my heart <3. my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to start requesting because truth be told, i actually have zero idea on what to write sometimes! i write for off campus, the pitt, percy jackson, && more so just ask and im sure i can whip something up!
⋆˚࿔ ⊹˖ BLURB: kook!reader who used to be a pogue, but after falling in love with rafe and depending on him, you eventually become a kook.. because rafe cameron would rather die than be seen dating a pogue.
⋆˚࿔ ⊹˖ CONTAINS: angst, mentions of alcohol and blood, rafe, ruthie, and topper are kinda all bitches lol, manipulation, reader is an ex pouge, no happy ending lolll, not proofread
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“stay down, bitch!”
i hear my boyfriend’s voice roar while i come back to the golf course with a drink in hand. i furrow my brows in confusion.
a deep groan is heard after rafe, topper, ruthie, and pope come into view. pope is laying on the ground, almost motionless with blood streaming down his mouth.
“oh my god, pope!” my first instinct is to set my drink down and rush over to make sure he’s alright. my hands grip his palm so he won’t go unconscious, but i’m suddenly being pulled away from him.
“baby,” rafe warns me with a stern voice.
he turns me around, placing his hands on my bare shoulders as he shakes his head. i look down at his grip on me and notice his already bruising knuckles.
i don’t change my expression on my face. i keep my brows furrowed, but now, instead of worry, i’m furious.
“don’t help him. fuckin’ pogues shouldn’t even be on our side of the island anyway,” he grunts.
“all we did was ask for one beer since he had so many. there was no need to be rude, was there, pogue? now look at you,” topper kneels down and mocks pope.
Pope has crimson blood dripping down his nose and a red circle surrounding his left eye.
i force myself out of rafe’s grip and turn back to pope. kneeling down, i grab his hand once again and find my phone in my purse.
“what are you doing?” pope could barely let out.
i don’t answer him. instead, i dial the only pogue that didn’t stop talking to me after i started dating rafe and became a kook.
sarah.
“what the fuck are you doing?” ruthie tries to yank my phone out of my hand.
topper scoffs when he sees the contact i was calling. “you’re seriously calling sarah? whose fuckin’ side are you on?”
rafe stays still because he knows what’ll happen later when we get back home. we’ve been over situations like this multiple times and every time, it’s the same argument.
when my family and i first moved to obx, i lived on the cut. i was friends with the others, but i was never really aware of the rivalry between the pogue and kooks until sarah and i became friends and she eventually became a pogue with us.
i met rafe through being sarah’s best friend. i’d come over to her house and talking eventually turned into secret nights in his room. he never wanted us to be anything more, especially in public. despite my friends despising him, i saw beneath all of the pogue and kook rivalry and truly fell in love with him.
when sarah became a pogue, i already knew rafe felt some sort of way about it. him and sarah never really saw eye to eye because of their father, ward. im the only person that rafe has told about his relationship with his dad. the only person he has felt safe enough with this secret.
rafe promised me a life with him. he told me we could finally be public and i wouldn’t have to work anymore since he would provide for me. he moved me into his house and i’ve stayed by his side since then.
being a kook has its advantages, but i’ve always secretly missed my friends. now, i only have rafe. it should be enough, but part of me feels like i was ripped from my life completely.
“that’s enough, top,” rafe pushes topper out of the way. he kneels down beside me and i glare up at him.
he tilts his head as if saying “stop making a scene and give me the phone,” but i don’t.
“sarah, hey! i’m so sorry to do this to you again, but.. please get the others and come down to the country club. pope’s here,” i mumble into the speaker.
before i could say anymore, topper grabs me and ruthie kicks the phone off of my face. i yelp as pain shoots throughout my entire cheek.
“fuck you, ruthie! what the hell is wrong with you?” i scream, but the sound of rafe’s fist hitting topper’s face slightly overpowers it.
topper pushes him back, but rafe’s too strong for the force to move him at all. he’s about to hit again, but i interrupt.
“rafe! i want to go home,” a tear falls down my cheek. “i want to leave and i want you to come with me.. now.”
“pope!” a familiar voice yells out.
i look up and see the other pogues rushing towards pope, who is still laying on the ground, but has been watching the entire time.
seeing them stings a bit. knowing that we can’t be friends anymore brings a pain to my chest because for a long time, they were all i ever knew.
—
the ride home from the golf course was complete silent, but the second we reached home, all of my anger came out.
“what the hell was that, rafe?” i argue as i push the hair away from my face.
“you fuckin’ tell me! you always do this! you always end up choosing their side at the end of the day!” rafe’s voice flares through the hallway.
“choose them? did you forget that i’m a pogue too, rafe?” i scoff.
“no, no. you were a pogue, baby,” he puts the emphasis on “were.” he then shakes his head as if he’s trying to convince himself more than me. “not anymore.. i saved you from that life, remember? i did.”
my brows furrow. “when you offered me a life of full kook, i didn’t think it would be like this. i miss my friends, rafe.”
he shakes his head.
“you have me, baby. what do you need? i can give you anything they can.”
giving up, i close my eyes for a minute and calm myself down before clutching onto his hand and rubbing circles on him.
john tucker finding out his girlfriend has nipple piercings ৎ୭˚˖٠
❥ PAIRING : john tucker x fem!reader
❥ BLURB : as you and john tucker are about to have sex for the first time, he finds out something… rather interesting about your appearance.
❥ CONTAINS : mentions of nipple piercings, suggestive content, swearing, boobs, and that’s it!
❥ AUTHORS NOTE : hii! firstly again, i want to just thank everyone for the love on my two tucker headcannons, it truly means so much that so many people love and appreciate it because i truly believe we need more tucker love in the world! also, this is my first full fic so if you find any errors please note that this is not proofread! and lastly, thank you to this lovely anon who sent this request, i hope you all enjoy <3
tucker’s lips were firmly pressed against the side of your neck, creating a hickey that you know you’ll have trouble covering up for tomorrow’s class. soft moans escape your lips as he continues his attack on your neck, trailing it down towards the top of your boobs.
“you sound so pretty for me,” tucker mumbles as he kisses back up to your lips. you smile as you kiss back, his hands reach for the end of your shirt, silently asking for permission. you nod without hesitation, lifting your arms up over your head.
he grins, slipping the shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra and skirt. he throws the shirt somewhere that you don’t care to look for before his lips are back on yours, kissing you deeply but gently, wrapping his arms around your waist before lifting you up and placing you on his desk. you gasp softly before kissing back, wrapping your arms around his neck.
his hands roam from your waist up your back and eventually to where the clasp of your bra sits. he pulls back from the kiss, “can i take it off baby?” he asks, looking at your eyes for any uncertainty.
you nod, trying to go back in for a kiss but he stops you. “i need words from you angel,” he deadpans. “yes tucker, you can,” you answer with visible desperation. being satisfied with that answer, he unclasps your bra, throwing it in the direction of your shirt.
he pauses once his attention is set on your boobs, confused by his expression on his face you immediately start to think something’s wrong. “what’s the matter tuck?” you push. when he doesn’t answer, you follow his line of vision down your boobs and realize why he’s staring so hard.
your pierced nipples that you got down freshman year of college.
you smirk, grabbing his jaw with your hand, snapping him out of his trance. “you like them?” you ask. unable to form coherent thoughts, he nods. your smirk widens, “i bet they’d look even better with your mouth around them,” you tease.
his mouth closes around your left nipple, sucking on them. your back arches into his mouth, your hands flying to his hair, tugging on his pretty curls gently. “you’re gonna be the death of me baby,” he mutters around your nipple before picking you up and placing you on his bed, fucking the shit out of you while watching your pierced tits bounce. <3
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synopsis: daisy gets injured at practice, forcing you and dean together again
warnings: mentions of divorce, hospitals, injuries
author's note: based off this anon!! i thought of a cute plot so i decided to write abt it hehe, again thank you for all the support on this au!! lmk if you catch the pitt reference hahaha
divorced dad!dean au masterlist
"What the hell did you do?!" You burst through the curtains of the small area in the ER they had placed Daisy in, immediately glaring at Dean.
He raised his hands up defensively. "I didn't do anything!"
"She was under your care!"
"Mom! I'm fine." Daisy chuckled while you shifted your attention to her. "I think I just twisted my ankle pretty badly at practice."
"Oh baby.." Dean stood up from his seat next to Daisy, allowing you to sit next to her. "Practice was hours ago! Why didn't you say anything to your father?"
"I didn't think much of it, I'm sorry mom." She grinned sheepishly. "Don't blame dad."
You sigh softly. "Sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to blame him. I just got worried." You turn towards Dean, who stood by the end of the bed with his arms crossed. "What'd the doctors say?"
"They're going to take her in for an X-ray in a bit, but they said it's probably just be a sprain. The worst it could be is a minor fracture. They do want to keep her overnight though to make sure everything's okay."
You let out a breath of relief. "But she's going to be okay?"
"Yes, sweetheart. She'll be okay." He places a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb softly out of habit.
You huff and slightly lean into his touch, making him smirk. "Both of you and your sports. I'm going to have a stroke one day."
Daisy furrowed her brows. "Did dad get injured a lot too?"
"A lot is an understatement."
"Don't listen to her, sweetheart." Dean shakes his head, chuckling softly. "Your mother tends to worry over the smallest things."
"Smallest things?!" You scoff. "Don't even get me started on hockey."
His grin widened as he looked at Daisy, who's eyes were shining out of curiosity. "Your mother would clean my cuts or help ice my bruises after every game, even if I didn't need help."
"Yeah, well, you suck at cleaning and bandaging your own injuries. You were basically asking for an infection." You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Sure, sweetheart." Dean fought the urge to place a soft kiss to your forehead, something he'd always do to calm you down, while Daisy looked between the two of you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Daisy Di Laurentis?" A doctor walked in with a nurse following behind him. "I'm Doctor Abbott, I'm here to take you to your X-ray." They helped her into a wheelchair.
"How long will it take?" You stand up from the chair, biting your bottom lip nervously.
"It shouldn't take too long. There's a few people in line so I'd say about thirty minutes to an hour."
Dean nods and goes to shake his hand. "Thank you for all your help tonight."
Dr. Abbott nods. "Of course, it's my job."
They eventually leave, leaving you and Dean alone in the room.
As you sit back down in your seat, he grabs another chair and places it next to you.
"Hey," He sits down, noticing your thigh bouncing nervously. "She's going to be okay."
"I know, I'm just worried."
"You're always worried." He gives you a soft smile. "Why don't you get some rest? It's late."
"I'm fine, these chairs aren't the most comfortable anyways." You shift around, trying to find a good position.
"You can lay your head on my shoulder." When you give him a glare, his smile widens. "Baby, it's harmless."
"That nickname wasn't so harmless."
"Oh come on, you're used to it."
"Unfortunately." You mumble under your breath, rolling your eyes before laying your head on his shoulder. "Happy now?"
"Yes." He wraps an arm around your shoulder. "Now get some rest."
