Team 141 was glad to have a puffin medic on the team. Your flight was a huge asset, and you fit right in taking care of the team.
But Ghost noticed that you were mocking them. You always stood next to him with his arms crossed, leaning your back on the wall just like him. If he uncrossed his arms, you would follow suit moments later.
You tried to wear your gear like Johnny, carry your weapon like Kyle, and you even tried standing like Price sometimes too. You would study how they moved, mimicking it for yourself and puffing with pride whenever you got it right.
"Do you like copying us, birdie?" Ghost asks, tilting his head at you. You blink at him in surprise, tilting your head back at him the exact same way. "Oh, don't pretend you aren't doing it. You're doing it right now." He huffs, and you let out a chirp of realization.
"Oh! I wasn't trying to mock you, puffins mimick those they are close to. It helps us form a better flock." You explain happily, wings ruffling as you spoke. "The more I act like you, the more you can trust that I pay attention to you and will help." Ghost couldn't help but chuckle a little at your unwavering enthusiasm, patting your head with a heavy hand.
"Okay, Puff. Just don't stand too close too me, the rookies might not be able to tell us apart."
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dating connor bedard would be wanting to steal a pair of his long pants (shoutout the lululemon deal) and NEVER finding any because a majority of his bottoms are shorts because he’s obsessed with them and will wear shorts even if it’s snowing. you have to convince him (and he’s extremely stubborn, always saying that “it was colder in regina and i was fine”) to put the shorts away AT LEAST for outside. one time you took most of his shorts, except for the couple pairs he only wears in the house, and hid them in a suitcase somewhere. he had attitude the whole day (including at the rink as frank texted you saying he was complaining). you have managed to stop him wearing shorts in the winter, but even if it’s the day before november he’ll still wear them. (don’t get me wrong, you love the sight of him in shorts, but you don’t want him to freeze to death or get a cold even though he’s adamant he never has and never will)
Warnings: MDNI 18+, NSFW, backshots, filthy talk, besties to lovers, lsu Joe, backshots followed by more back shots, hair pulling, did I mention backshots?
Tag list: @honeydippedfiction @heavyhitterheaux @irishmanwhore @bengals-barnesbabe @alwayzmsbehavn
Fall October 2019
Briar had her phone in one hand, Chick-fil-A lemonade in the other, and her attitude somewhere between “don’t talk to me” and “try me if you want to.”
Joe had seen her like this before. Once or twice. But not like this. All day she’d been snapping at him and everybody else. In the car, at lunch, on campus. Every time he asked what was wrong, she’d just roll those dark eyes and mumble, “I’m fine.”
Except her tone made it very clear she wasn’t.
Joe, whos usually calm had reached his limit.
By the time they got to her dorm—fourth floor, cinderblock walls, decor hung up with care— he shut the door behind them and leaned against it.
“Alright,” he said, voice low but firm. “Enough.”
She glanced over at him, one brow raised. “Enough what?”
“This,” he gestured at her, at the scowl she’d been wearing like war paint. “Whatever this is. You’ve been biting my head off all damn day, and I’ve asked what’s wrong five times.”
She crossed her arms, bracelets clinking against each other. “I told you I’m fine, Bestie.”
He took a step closer, eyes narrowing just a little. “No don’t bestie me now. You told me nothing. And I’m done guessing. Either tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it, or stop acting like a fucking brat.”
Her mouth fell open. A brat?
If looks could kill, Joe would’ve been on the floor.
Briar huffed, turned her back to him. “You can’t fix it,” she muttered, voice small now, fingers picking at a loose thread on her ripped jeans.
“Try me, Pretty Girl” he said immediately.
That tone—steady, almost daring—made her jaw clench. Her sharp tongue wanted to come out swinging. But she just groaned instead, dragging both hands down her face.
“It’s stupid.”
“I’m only gonna ask you one more time,” Joe said, stepping forward until he was right in front of her. “Spit it out.”
A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it, her thighs clenching tighter, rubbing her pussy against the seam of her jeans for friction. The agitation boiled over into pure want, her usual cocky smile hidden behind bitten lips. Joe's proximity made her clit throb.
Oh.
He smirks.
“You know? You can’t get what you want acting like a brat. Gotta tell me what you want.” He says teasingly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Big Head.” She says trying to deflect attention away from her obvious reaction.
“Tell me bestie. When’s the last time you got some act right?” He says backing her fully against the wall.
She thinks. Real hard. It’s been a little while. A month.
“A month ago. Wasn’t even good.” She mumbles looking away.
He chuckles lowly grabbing her chin for her to look at him.
“That would explain why you’re walking around mad at the world. You need somebody who knows what they’re doing to fuck that pussy til you cry.”
Her eyes widened.
He smirks.
“Joe!” She says shocked.
“Cut the bullshit Briar. Based on how you reacted when I spoke to you a little bit ago, lets me know you want me to get you together. All you gotta do is ask me.”
He says leaning down, his breath on her neck. She is trembling. His cologne making her dizzy. She can’t think straight.
“Fuck me. Please.” She whimpers avoiding eye contact.
“Tell me how you want it baby.” He says grabbing her chin making her look at him. She shutters staring right up into his blue eyes.
Only one thing is running through her mind. Her bent over this twin xl bed while her bestfriend fucks her senseless into the mattress.
Backshots.
He is kissing on her neck awaiting her answer.
“Backshots.” She breathes out.
He licks his lips.
“I can do that. Gimme a kiss first.” His lips grazing hers.
She feels the heat pooling in her panties. She is impatient. But she leans up closing the kiss between them anyway. He wastes no time deepening it. Hand on the back of her neck.
His smirk turned predatory, eyes flashing with triumph.
“That's my pretty girl,” he growled.
His free hand shooting out to grab her hips, fingers digging into her soft curves with bruising force. He spun her around in one fluid motion, pushing her chest against the wall, her braids whipping across her back.
The cool plaster hit her nipples through her top, hardening them instantly, and she gasped, arching her ass out toward him instinctively. Joe's body pressed flush against her from behind, his hard dick grinding into her ass through their clothes, thick and insistent.
“Been waiting for you to admit it.”
he murmured against her ear, his breath hot on her neck as he yanked her crop top up, exposing her bare back.
His hands roamed greedily, one sliding under her bra to pinch her nipple, pinching until she moaned.
The other popped the button on her jeans, shoving them down her thick thighs along with her panties, the fabric pooling at her ankles. Cool air hit her wet pussy, and she shivered, spreading her legs wider, her bratty attitude melting into needy submission.
Joe's fingers traced her slick folds, dipping in to feel how soaked she was. “Fuck, Baby, you're dripping for me” He slapped her ass cheek hard, the sting making her yelp and push back, her ass jiggling.
She felt his zipper rasp down, then the hot, heavy weight of his dick springing free, the thick head nudging her entrance. Her mind raced-friends to lovers, this was it, the tension snapping like a rubber band.
“Please, Bestie,” she begged, no more brattiness, just pure want. “Fuck me deep.”
Gripping her hips with both hands he thrusts forward, burying his dick, balls-deep in her tight pussy in one brutal stroke. Briar cried out, the stretch burning so good, her walls clenching around him as he bottomed out.
“Shit you’re tight.” He groans tangling a hand in her braids to yank her head back, arching her spine as he pounded harder.
“Take it, brat. This what you needed right? Somebody to fuck you real good?” His other hand reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough circles that made her knees buckle.
She moaned, loud and unrestrained, her breath breaking free in gasps. The pressure built fast, her pussy fluttering around him, but he didn't let up, fucking her like he owned her-deep, relentless thrusts that hit her g-spot every time.
“Yes, fuck, Joe, please- harder,mmmm- right there, right there” she panted, surrendering completely her body to his command. He growled in response, hips snapping faster.
Sweat slicked their skin, her curves bouncing with each impact, and she felt him swell inside her, close but not done.
Joe's thrusts against the wall grew even more savage, each one jolting Briar’s body forward, her full tits scraping the rough plaster. Her pussy clenched around his thick dick, the slick sounds of her arousal mixing with her ragged moans.
“Not done with you yet, Briar,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. He spun her around once more, shoving her onto the mattress face-down. The springs creaked under her curvy frame as he slammed her down, her braids splaying across the pillows.
Her ass jiggled from the impact, still high in the air, her jeans tangled around her ankles. She kicked them off frantically, spreading her thick thighs wide, her wet pussy exposed and aching for him to fill it again.
Joe kicked off his own pants, his dick bobbing heavy and veined, glistening with her juices. He climbed onto the bed behind her, grabbing her hips to yank her ass up higher. Without warning, he lined up and drove his dick back into her pussy in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep she felt him in her guts. “Fuck!” Briar cried out loud, her voice echoing off the dorm walls, no holding back now.
The stretch burned deliciously, her walls fluttering around his girth as he started pounding her hard, the bedframe slamming against the wall with rhythmic thuds.
Her knees trembled beneath her, digging into the mattress as his hips snapped forward relentlessly. Each backshot sent shockwaves through her curves, her ass cheeks rippling from the force, her arms clutching the sheets. “Joe-oh shit, yes!' she screamed, her smile twisting into a gasp of pure ecstasy.
The agitation from earlier was gone, replaced by this raw, desperate need, her body surrendering to his dominance. Friends no more-this was lovers, fucking like animals, his cock owning every inch of her tight pussy.
But her knees couldn't take it. They buckled under the brutal onslaught, her legs giving out as a particularly deep thrust hit her g-spot, making stars burst behind her eyelids.
Briar collapsed forward onto her stomach with a muffled cry, her face pressing into the pillow, but Joe didn't stop. “That's it, take it all,” he snarled, his weight shifting as he lay fully on her back, pinning her down with his athletic build. His chest pressed against her bare skin, sweat-slick and hot, trapping her beneath him like prey.
He hooked one of her knees up with his arm, bending it toward her chest to open her up even more. The new angle let him grind deeper, his cock dragging against her inner walls, the head nudging her cervix with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips. Her breath hitched, her pussy pulsating around him, the pressure building unbearably.
“Baby, you're so fucking deep.” she whimpered, her voice muffled, but he just chuckled darkly, his free hand sliding up to grab hers.
His fingers intertwined with hers, gripping tight, almost painfully, holding her hand down against the mattress as he pounded slow but hard into her. The bed rocked now, her bent knee giving him leverage to fuck her harder, his balls slapping against her clit with wet smacks.
Briar’s body jolted with each impact, her thighs quivering, nipples hard and scraping the sheets. She squeezed his hand back, the connection intimate amid the roughness, fueling the shift from teasing besties to this-him dominating her completely, her bratty fire tamed by his dick.
Joe's mouth hovered next to her ear, his hot breath fanning her skin as he whispered filth, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “You like that, don't you, Briar? You taking your best friend's dick like a good little slut. Been testing me all day with that attitude, but now you're just my fucktoy, creaming all over me.”
His words dripped with dominance, each one punctuated by a grinding thrust that made her clit throb.
“Gonna fill this tight little pussy up, make you scream my name so the whole dorm knows you're mine. Beg for it, brat-tell me how bad you need my cum deep in your guts.”
Briar’s desperation spiked, her submission total as his whispers fueled the fire in her core.
“Please yes. I- I want it. Please cum in me Joe.”
Her pussy clenched harder, the orgasm coiling tight, but he kept her on the edge, grinding slow then slamming hard, his grip on her hand unyielding. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back, mixing with hers, the room thick with the scent of sex-musky and raw.
Her mascara is running from the tears of pleasure pricking her eyes, but she didn't care; all that mattered was his cock stretching her, owning her, the tension between them finally exploding into this endless, filthy rhythm.
He nipped at her earlobe, whispering more.
“That's right, squeeze that pussy around me. You're so wet for me, aren't you? My dick breaking you down.” Another deep grind, his hips circling to hit every sensitive spot, and she arched as much as she could under his weight, her cries growing louder, body trembling on the brink.
His thrusts get sloppy. He’s close. She is too.
He lets out a low grunt. Almost primal.
“Cum for me baby.” He demands.
She whimpers.
Her vision is blurry. Hearing gone. She lets go. Her scream muffled by the pillow.
He thrusts a few more times and cums deep in her. He is breathless, wheezing, whimpering from the sensitivity.
“Oh baby that was so good. You did so good for me.” He whispers in her ear.
He slides out both of them hissing. She is shaking. Eyes slow blinking. Breathing ragged. He kisses her lips and goes to her bathroom to get a rag.
After cleaning them both up he gets backs in bed pulling her close.
“Are we still best friends after this?” She asks giggling, her body still buzzing.
He looks at her and kisses her. Deep, sloppy, wet.
He pulls away.
“No. I’m not about to deal with you being a brat cus you need some dick. Bestie we go together.” He says with a smirk.
She giggles. “Real bad”
A/n: this took me so long because people kept calling me even though my phone is on DND. Enjoy this nasty freaky shit.
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FANWARS — hardcore max verstappen fan jay x LH44 fan f!reader
💭 your favourite driver secured a spot on the podium for the final race, yeay! of course you have to post your live reaction on twt but there’s a troll who wouldn’t stop spamming your notifications (boooo) and things somehow took on an interesting turn …
warnings : harsh language, inaccurate portrayal of the enhypen members (and some overused jokes)
a/n : this is a super short and random drabble i thought of and i wanted to play around with what i wanna write. likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, thank you for the supports <3
lil edit if you saw this beforehand no you didn’t 💗
“how. the hell. can you eat that ?”
your boyfriend slowly stop licking at his spoon, glancing at you. who has been stuck in that same position, looking at him with that same disgusted look for a hot minute now.
“it’s good.” he shrug, dipping his spoon in his chocolate fudge ice cream for another spoonful. “your ice cream’s melting.”
“you’re fucking crazy.” you say it with no emotion, slowly blinking at him like he actually went insane. he huffs loudly, talking with another spoonful in his mouth “then why didn’t you say anything about it when you went to get it for me at the store ?”
without looking away, you dips your spoon in your own ice cream and shove it in your mouth, a simple cookie dough flavor. a classic, a good flavor. “because i was hoping, that when i came back here with chocolate ice cream you’d correct me and tell me that wasn’t the one you wanted and i’d heard you wrong over the phone..and yet here you are.” katsuki snorts rolling his eyes, shoving you with his shoulder. you squeal, almost dropping your tub of ice cream and glaring at him. he sends you a side glance and a smirk.
“you’re such a loser.”
“at least i don’t like chocolate ice cream” you gag.
he rolls his eyes “you fuckin’ chew your ice cream, and you act like i’m the weird one.”
“you do it too !”
“shut up.”
katsuki shovels another spoonful, leaning towards you as you back away. he chuckles “want some ‘a mine ?”
“ ugh, no !” you yell revolted. “get that away from me.”
“c’mon, ‘m sharin’ witcha.”
“katsuki, i’m so serious !” he snickers, getting the spoon in his mouth before it melts and splatters on the couch, as much as he loves to annoy you he hates making a mess. the way he has the nerve to hum after tasting it has you scrunching your face up.
“lemme get some of yours then.”
“nuh, uhn ! i don’t want your nasty chocolate residue on my spoon ! either you get another one or nothing for you.”
“you’re so dramatic.” he complains, but stalks towards the kitchen to get himself another spoon. he hums when the taste hits his tongue.
“see ? this is good ice cream.” you nod to yourself, katsuki flicks your forehead teasingly muttering a “dumbass.”
*I just read a hannibal x the pitt fic, and i love it so much !!! It by not-blonde-yet (stillredhead_just_tired) and I added a link to it here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So i just thought of a head cannon
The ships are Hucklerabbot and Hannigram because i love them 💕 *
Basically, it's the pitt meeting Denise's family because maybe Dennise got hurt because of a patient (who has a grudge against either Will or Hannibal maybe...) and Will is still his emergency contact.
Regarding Dennise being homeless, let's say that he ran away from home because he felt overwheled by everything his parents do the cannibalism and killing became to much.
Or
He left home because he wanted to find out who he was without Hannigram being their usual self they like how he is in a certain way, and they want to keep him like that, they still care about him but they want him where they can still influence his decisions. Dennis is aware of this and still lets them he also uses them, so its mutual.
Anyway, back to how the Pitt crew meets Dennis family, they call the emrgecy number, and Will answers asking what happened and ends the call without letting them explain where they are. Both Will and Hannibal arrive at the Pitt looking for him, and Abigail is with them (she doesn't die in my mind)
Robby and Jack are losing their minds (whether its from jelousy or a existential crisis is yet to be seen ) because they aren't aware that Hannigram is Dennis dad and just assumed that they're together because they cal him nicknames likepup, darling, sweet boy, etc... The dread that they feel because the sweet, doe eyed, mousey boy they've been pining for already has two men loving him. Until Dana burst the self depricating bubble and told them that Hannigram are Dennis fathers.
