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Omg hi!!! I absolutely LOVED espresso it's so cute!! Would you be open to doing some major fluff with Jim (delinquent season)? Thanks so much!!!!

CPR - jim (delinquent season) x reader

hello lovely anon! THANK YOU! that means so much to me i appreciate your kind words! and yes, of course, we love love LOVE jim over here - he is criminally underrated. he's dreamy.

summary: after a shitty, messy, and rough divorce, jim is hesitant to love again - but he falls for a younger woman who changes his mind, and teaches him how to love again.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: so there is a large age gap (everyone is of legal age, jim is in his mid forties, reader is just described as 'in college,' so take that how you will), kissing, swearing, divorce, jim's employed as a professor but the reader isn't his student! other than that, no warnings just fluff lol

we don't chose who we fall in love with - at least, that's what jim always thought, and that's what he told himself.

jim never pictured himself to be the type of guy to date a younger woman, he always thought it was a little strange actually because what would someone his age have in common with someone roughly 20 years younger than him?

well, more than he thought.

he didn't intend on falling in love with you. he just...did. jim met you through a friend of his, weirdly enough. he had just finalized his divorce with his ex-wife, which was messy and screwed his perception of love up quite a bit - anyone would feel that way after finding out that their spouse of over a decade was having an affair.

so yeah, jim had some issues revolving around love.

with that being said, when an old college buddy of his (who he talked to a few times a year at most through facebook or text, and occasionally over the phone) had rung him up about how he had moved back to ireland and was having some old friends over for dinner just for old times sake, he figured sure, he'd go since he had nothing better to do.

fast forward to a week later, he showed up in his usual attire - casual slacks and sweater - and was greeted by a handful of his old college friends. jim couldn't lie - it was nostalgic, and frankly, kind of refreshing to be out socializing and living life again after his divorce. it had been a good 6 months since the divorce, and he was honestly feeling good for once.

"jim, hey!" his old college roommate, dan, greeted him at the door. "come on in, we're just having some beers in the living room, the games gonna be on soon."

the night went well, jim got to catch up with his old buddies from his college days, and they spent the evening drinking beers and fussing over the game on tv.

"so, i heard 'bout the ex-wife. hey, i'm sorry, man." another old acquaintance of his, ryan, had said to him.

jim laughed lightly, "s'alright. shit happens, i guess." to which all the other men just murmured and agreed with.

the conversations flowed well, and honestly - it felt good to rant about his ex-wife with some old buddies, and openly talk about his divorce like this - what she did was fucked up. he felt like he needed to and should be able to vent, too.

as the men were busy shouting at the tv, beers in hand, a softer voice called out, "dad?" and jim's buddy dan looked over his shoulder to see his daughter, standing in the doorway of the living room with a small smile.

jim looked away from the game momentarily, out of curiosity - and good god did his heart stop when he did. he was aware that dan had a daughter in college and he knew of her name, but he didn't realize how beautiful she was. the two of them locked eyes for a split second, and he looked away slightly embarrassed.

he didn't really know why he was embarrassed, it's not like he was doing anything shameful or wrong - but finding your friends daughter who was still a college student when he was in his forties was definitely wrong in a sense, well- to a certain degree.

"oh, hey sweetie, i didn't even realize you were still up." dan says to his daughter.

"it's only..." you pause, checking your phone, "half past eight, dad. plus, i'm stuck on this stupid essay my professor assigned to us yesterday." you laugh softly - lightheartedly, and jim felt his heart skip a few beats.

"oh, that's no good," dan says, "jim's a professor, i'm sure he won't mind if you asked him a few questions - maybe he can help you." your dad shrugs, looking at jim and then focusing back on the game.

you blush slightly, and you knew your dad was just being friendly and trying to be helpful - but suggesting you get his older (and really attractive!) friend who just so happened to be a professor to help you with your essay seemed...well, it was like one of those storylines you'd see in a movie, or a book...or something.

"um, dad, i'm sure jim doesn't want to step away from watching the game to help with homework-" you start to say, but in a moment of confidence (and a little alcohol), jim cut you off with a gentle tone.

"no- no, it's no worries, really. i was going to get up and grab another pint anyways." he says, getting up to go to the kitchen. you just walk with him into the kitchen, somewhat at a loss for words.

you get a better look at him under the dimmed kitchen lights, and you could already feel yourself getting nervous in his presence. you never found any of your dads friends attractive before - but jim, well, he was different.

the salt and pepper hair was...really hot. and god, those eyes. those glacier coloured eyes; you barely had a chance to even meet the man and somehow he had you in a chokehold before you spoke more than just a few sentences to each other.

"so," he broke the silence, "watcha studying?"

you quietly told him what you were majoring in, and he nodded, smiling at you softly, "well, i don't teach that particular subject or major - but i'll try and help you out regardless."

you retuned the small smile, "y-yeah, okay. cool."

for the next hour or so, the two of you sat closely next to one another at the dining table, your textbooks and papers sprawled out in front of you, with the doc you were writing open on your laptop. he helped you structure your essay and the two of you were about 80% done with it - that was until he requested that you turn back the page of your textbook.

"wait, go back to page 116 i think it says something about that at the bottom of the page." he tells you, reaching out to turn the pages back in the textbook. however, you also reached to turn the page back - causing the both of your hands to touch, to swiftly brush against each other.

with a small blush, you quickly pull back, still nervous. "sorry."

he laughs softly, shaking his head, "no need to be sorry."

taking a deep breath, you respond, "sorry- sorry, i keep saying sorry-"

"you okay?" he offers a gentle smile, and you felt your heart start racing a million miles per minute. you weren't one to get easily flustered like this - you never got this nervous, certainly not around guys your own age, at least.

jim didn't know why - but he felt the same way. however, he tried to play it cool. he had been on a few dates with a few different women here and there post divorce, but all of them were dead ends. however, with you, it almost felt like he had known you for a lifetime even though he had only just met you.

"yeah, just..." you trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words again. he looked at you with an expression that you couldn't quite read, and his gaze flickered to your lips - then back to your face. "just what?" he whispers to you, and you felt yourself drowning in his impossibly blue eyes.

suddenly, you felt his gentle hand on your thigh, and your breath hitched as he whispered to you again. "just what?"

"just kiss me." you whisper back, and with that, his hands were gently coming up to cup your face, and he kissed you softly.

you'd never kissed someone so much older than you before, and the thought of it made your head dizzy. after a moment, the both of you pulled away from the kiss, but his hand remained on your face.

"is it...is it strange if i ask you if i could take you out to dinner sometime?" he asks quietly, and you felt your cheeks heat up at the question.

"not at all, i'd love that." you smile at him.

again, falling in love wasn't part of the plan, but jim didn't really have a choice when it came to you. it just happened so naturally.

"sweetheart?' you hear his voice call out softly and the sound of the door closing, and you turn around to see him coming home from work - god, you loved when he wore his little sweaters with the sleeves rolled up half way - it really got you going.

"baby, hi." you greet him softly, bundled up in a blanket on the couch of his living room. "how was work?"

he slumps down beside you, pulling you into him softly with a sigh, kissing the top of your head. "it was alright, finished teaching my lecture earlier than expected so that was good." he tells you, voice gentle and tone loving.

"mm, well i'm glad to have you home early." you tell him sweetly, pulling him into a chaste kiss.

"what would you like for dinner, sweetheart?" he asks you, and you shrug, "jim, you worked all day, you don't have to make dinner it's fine." to which he shook his head and insisted, "how about some pasta?"

"jim," you whine softly, "you're so cute, i love you."

"i love you too, honey." he says, kissing you again.

after the date you two had, things just seemed to flow effortlessly. you'd never been with an older man before - and he was so very attentive to your every need, every want, every boundary you had - he took things slow with you, never ever pressuring you into anything.

now, six months later, you and jim had been dating for a few months, while you were still adjusting to dating someone roughly 20 years your senior - it was something you wouldn't change.

jim felt the same way - things were different with you. being with a younger woman was fun, it was new. you taught him things as much as he taught you things. with his ex-wife, there was no trust. no real love. no meaning to life, even though the two of them had kids together, it didn't change the fact that he always felt like he was married to someone he didn't know - a stranger.

you weren't a stranger, though - no, you were quite the opposite to him. you made him feel at home, you were his home. he often found himself wondering where he'd be if you weren't by his side. probably gone, he thinks.

after dinner and a steamy shower together, the two of you laid in his bed together, your head on his chest and his arms holding you in a warm embrace.

"...i want you to meet my kids." he suddenly tells you, and you turn your head to look up at him with love in your eyes, "yeah?" you whisper, causing him to whisper back a quiet "yeah" back to you.

he softly takes your hand and intertwines it with his own, a content sigh leaving his lips. "would you ever want to get married again?" you ask quietly - not even sure why you felt the sudden urge to ask that, but you did anyway.

he was quiet for a moment.

jim never thought he would re-marry, in fact, he didn't even think he'd ever find someone that he would want to marry after his ex-wife. but that was before he found you.

"i wouldn't ask you to meet my kids if i didn't plan on marrying you." he finally says, pulling you even closer. your breath hitched when he confessed that, and you felt yourself blushing a little too. "you mean that?" you ask him, to which he squeezed your hand.

"you made me love again - i sound corny, but i'm dead serious. i was at the end, then you came into my life... you made me feel like there was life worth living."

"oh, jim," you whisper, a little breathless at his continuous admissions about how much he loved you, "you're my everything."

he looked at you with admiration, and smiled softly at you. you were his everything, too. he often wondered if you knew that. if you knew how much he adored you. in a world where he felt like nobody understood him - you did. you were the only one he ever confided in.

your love fixed all his pain, your love fixed his heart - and you didn't even know. you didn't even know how much you were fixing a heart that you didn't break.

he felt like he was revived in a sense - brought back to life from the dead. brought back from his inevitable death of a marriage that had minced his heart. but now, things were different because he had you.

and you - you were the only thing that could jumpstart his flatlining heart again - like CPR.

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gracieheartspedro · 1 year

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joel miller x fem! reader

Description: after your first encounter, joel turns into an asshole every time you're around. when tommy makes you two go out on patrol together, it turns into a muddled mess. turns out, he didn't hate you at all, he just sucks at emotions.

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Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, post!outbreak joel, killing of infected (including a child), blood, some LIGHT gore, age gap (more specified in this part), very smutty, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), overstimulation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, pet names, joel is still a menace to society and a jerk

Author's Note: Thank you thank you thank you!! you all are so fabulous and sweet. I'm gonna make a masterlist soon, so be on the lookout. I'm also starting a tag list so, if you want to be included, please let me know! All feedback is welcomed. I love you all sm.

I came prepared for absolution if you'd only ask

So I take some offense when you say, "No regrets"

I remember it's impossible to pass your test

But I'm trying to forget about it

Feelin' like I'm breaking a sweat about it

Wishin' you would kindly get out of my head about it

Tellin' myself one day I'll forget about it

Knowin' that it probably isn't true

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Joel on more of your patrols.

The patrols after your night together ended up being filled with unspoken sexual tension. You’d go home sexually frustrated and hungry for more, but you were never bold enough to make a move. And to be real, you weren’t sure if you should. He’d say something about keeping your shoulders straight when you shot, you’d say something stupid like “make me” and he’d spit back with, “I may just do that, girl.”

But it never went anywhere.

Even if you tried to make a pass, he’d make an excuse or remind you that you two were strictly working at the moment.

You once invited him over after a particularly long shift, wanting some relief from the ache between your thighs.

“Got things to get done at home,” He said, “Maybe another time.”

So after that week of patrols, you were suddenly never on his patrols again. You were put on the exact opposite shifts, actually. You had some sneaking suspicions that he asked Tommy to switch it up. He stopped looking at you during morning meetings and eventually you decided to drop the whole idea of him.

It still crossed your mind every time you saw him, though. How he felt on your lips. How his body felt connected with yours.

Your breathing would change every time you reminisced on your time together. He would consume your mind for brief periods and you couldn’t get away. You kept telling yourself that time would lessen the blow, but it never did.

So you tried your best to forget.

On one particularly chilly morning, you head to your scheduled time at the stables. You’d be going out with Jesse this time around. He was a newcomer, a real sweetie. Tommy wanted you to teach him all you knew about patrolling and securing certain areas.

But when you arrive, you notice Tommy, Joel, and Jesse all standing around waiting. You hadn’t said much to Joel the last couple weeks, only a wave or a quiet mumbled hello. His back was turned to you, but you knew those shoulders and back all too well.

“Are we all going out this morning?” You question, adjusting your braid on your shoulder. Joel turns to you, not expecting your voice to come up behind him. His eyebrows furrow at your presence.

“Yes, ma’am,” Tommy smiles, “You and Joel are gonna be going up to the ski lodge. Heard there’s a hoard or two out there, they need to be cleared.”

“I thought you said I was going with Jesse?” Joel speaks up a bit too quickly. Tommy’s words caught you off guard, so you just stand there waiting for him to respond to Joel, but it never comes.

You swallow, clearing your throat.

“No, I was supposed to go out with Jesse, actually.”

Jesse looks at everyone confused.

He was a cute kid. 20 years young, fresh faced, ready to take on anything. He had all this energy, something you wish you still had. Now you had a bad back, fucked knees, and a terrible sleeping schedule. You were only about 10 years older than him and you’re falling apart.

“We can all just go together?” Jesse offers, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders. You knew that’d be shot down quick, especially when it came to a newbie. If there’s infected, we never throw the new guys into the pits of hell. They’d never want to patrol again.

Tommy shakes his head, “No, I want her and Joel to clear that area before I take you that route. They know it well. We are going to head towards the power plant. We have to bring back some supplies I have stored there.”

Joel’s eyes could laser Tommy in half at that moment. He was pissed and completely blindsided.

You surrendered to the idea, too tired to argue and fight about something so stupid. You also didn’t question their orders, simply because they knew better than you. You wanted to make sure Jackson was safe, just like everyone else.

You gesture Jesse to give the brothers some time alone, motioning towards the horses. You’d at least make sure the horses were ready for his trip out with Tommy. He grabs the reins of two horses, walking them outside towards the front gate. You grab the other two horses, doing the same thing.

He took notice to your tired eyes, “You okay going out today? You look tired.”

“Wow, Jesse,” You laugh, “I thought I looked great this morning when I woke up.”

He instantly starts to backpedal, not picking up your joke. You shake your head, trying to talk over all his apologies.

“I’m just messin’ Jesse. I am tired, but I’ll be okay, don’t you worry.”

He smiles, nudging your shoulder a bit.

“You just gave me a heart attack,” He chuckles, “You sure though? Even with Joel?”

You glance over at the Millers, watching them argue about whatever Joel was truly mad about. You knew in your head it was because he didn’t want to be around you. The feeling was becoming mutual. You never wanted to make anything awkward or difficult, but you guess that’s exactly what you did.

You just shrug. Jesse takes that as your response, grabbing the reins of your horse and handing them over to you.

“You stay safe out there,” He says, “Don’t let him get under your skin.”

You couldn’t help but snicker, “No need to worry about that, dude.”

–

Oh, but was he getting under your skin.

You initially just nod at every direction he makes at you, remembering that it was like this before anyway. But then he starts to undermine every suggestion you made.

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“We will be back before sundown, you know that. Don’t be dumb about it.”

“Stoppin’ would be dumb as hell. You can wait.”

You had been begging for 30 minutes to stop and pee. He was not giving in to anything you’d say. After awhile, you could not hold it anymore. You pull your horse to the side of the trail, not even saying anything to him. You dismount the horse, holding the reins for a moment before you hang them on a branch nearby.

“What are you doin’?” He spits, noticing you off your horse. You come around the horse, giving him a deadly glare. You grab your pack, finding some cloths you bring on your patrols so you can wipe and throw away.

“I have to fuckin’ pee, Joel. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Get back on your horse,” He demands, his posture getting more stiff.

You shake your head, unbuttoning your jeans and turning back to a private area behind a tree. You remember the moments before kissing Joel for the first time. Him telling you how great your ass looked in your jeans. You grimace.

You tug down your pants and squat.

You relieve yourself, quickly using your cloth to wipe when you finish. You toss it behind you, standing up in your spot and turning around to head back to your horse.

You realize Joel is off his horse, bounding towards you. He grabs your arm, pulling you to face him.

“Why don’t you fuckin’ listen?” He says through gritted teeth.

It took everything in you not to fucking snap. You wanted to pull away and scream and yell and throw something at him. But instead your heart just started racing at the contact his hand made with your skin and you physically couldn’t do anything.

He realizes you’re caught off guard. He didn’t grab you hard, just enough shake you a bit to get your attention on him and only him. His facial expression changes as he drops your arm, stepping back a couple of paces. It’s like he realized he was being a bit too aggressive. Maybe it was your expression that brought him back down from whatever pedestal he thought he was on.

“Don’t touch me,” Is all you could think to say. He wasn’t even touching you anymore but you still felt him all over you.

He just nods.

You look down at yourself, realizing your pants are still unbuttoned. You look back up at Joel who’s staring at your panties peaking through your unzipped jeans. His eyes travel back up to yours. You decide to slowly button them back up.

You don’t hear what he says when he peels his eyes away and walks back to his horse. Probably some asshole comment that was better said under his breath.

You both get back on your horses and continue to the ski lodge in silence. Before you scale the one side of the mountain, you hear something.

You keep your eyes peeled for infected. You are almost positive that’s what you’re hearing so you whistle to catch Joel’s attention. You nod to your left, which is the direction you hear the familiar clicking. You grab your rifle from your side saddle, gesturing to Joel to do the same.

You always get this rush when you have to kill infected. It’s not a good rush at all, it’s pure adrenaline.

You dismount again, making sure your horse is tied to a nearby tree. Joel is close behind you as you creep forward towards the noise. The woods are dense with trees but there is also a ton of rock formations that were usually excellent cover.

The clicking gets louder and so does the sound of your heartbeat.

“There,” Joel whispers, gesturing towards a rock. You kneel, creeping up the formation and looking down. There you see not one, not two, but three clickers wondering around a dead deer. It was torn to shreds, blood everywhere. You weren’t bothered by blood at all, it was just the sick smell of decay that got you a bit queasy. You draw your gun up, aiming it towards the clicker closest to you.

“On three,” You murmur to Joel. You knew that you’d had to shoot two at the same time to give you enough time to kill the third with a quick reload.

Joel just nods, drawing his gun up.

“One,” Breath in, “Two,” Hold, “Three” Breath out.

The sounds of guns sent the clicking sounds to an all time high. Your ears are ringing, but you instinctively cock your gun, releasing one shell.

You aim, firing your weapon at the third and final clicker. You hear Joel yell something, but your ears are still ringing.

Then it hits you.

“Three more!”

Every time you’re in a fight or flight situation, you always fight. Old you would run.

You bring your weapon up, noticing Joel’s new position on the boulder. He’s aiming and firing at some infected down hill who are quickly running at you two.

You refocus in searching the area behind you. The last thing you needed was a sneak attack from a stalker. One enters your eye line and you fire. You keep count of how many bullets you have. Three down, four more left.

“Got two on your right!”

You hear Joel’s directions, drawing your weapon up and shooting another stalker between the eyes. The last one was a child, which was always the hardest. You knew that there was no choice, so you pull the trigger, which sent the child flying backwards. You wince a bit, seeing that this was probably just a family who got caught in the wrong situation. You killed all of them in less than a minute. Life wasted.

Silence fills the air, your ears still ringing from endless gunfire. You turn back to Joel who’s breathing heavily and holstering his gun.

You never had to question Joel’s abilities, which made him an excellent patrol partner. He knew exactly how to react in high risk situations.

He made you feel safe.

“Looks like we found one of the hoards Tommy was talking about,” He says, walking up to you, “Lets hope it’s just the one.”

“Glad it was you with me and not Jesse,” You say, relaxing your arm.

“That kid would be dead by now.”

When you’re less than a mile from your stop, you notice some storm clouds taking over the beautiful summer sky. The air starts to change. The wind begins to pick up, blowing your braid back and tickling your bare neck. The air smells like rainwater, sweet and pungent.

You use the silence to think about how simple life use to be. You reminisce about your childhood that was cut too short. You were a young adult when the infection started so you hadn’t been able to get married or settle down with a family. Everything was ripped away from you so prematurely and deep down, you crave that simplicity. Get married, have children, die of old age.

If only you could’ve lived in a world where you didn’t have to kill a child because some random ass fungus took over their humanity.

“We are almost there,” Joel says finally, pulling you out of your thoughts, “We may have to ride out the storm.”

You just nod even though he can’t see you.

The ski lodge was actually very beautiful. It was one of two that was used as a safe house for patrols, this one being your personal favorite. You had been there with Tommy once and he gave you the grand tour. It was reasonably clean for being so old, stocked full of canned items, and had very comfy beds.

You start to bring your horses to the covered back porch when it starts to rain. You grab all your gear, slinging it over your shoulder. Joel jingles a key out of his pocket, racing to the sliding glass doors. He unlocks the door, ripping it open as soon as the rain picks up. You both make it in the quiet lodge, setting your belongings on the kitchen counter.

“I’m going to get the lanterns up and running,” You mumble, heading towards the living room where all the lanterns were scattered about. Joel locks the sliding glass door, before he starts rummaging through his bag.

You turn on as many lanterns as you can, lighting up the room with warm glow.

You find your way onto one of the couches, kicking your boots off.

“Want me to start a fire? We may have to hang out the rest of the night if that storm don’t let up,” Joel questions, sliding his jacket off his shoulders.

You shrug, “Don’t matter.”

He starts to pile up some wood as you find an apple in your bag. You watch him slowly pace back and forth from the wood pile to the huge stone fireplace. You watch his back muscles flex when he picks up a piece of wood. You were using him as a distraction to get you away from those dark thoughts from earlier.

You bite into your apple.

“You bring anythin’ for me?”

Is he fucking with you?

“There’s canned peaches in the cabinets.”

He laughs, lighting the wood with a match. You watch the fire build and build as he messes with the wood. He was squatting, his shirt riding up a bit. Even his lower back was eye catching.

“You don’t wanna share?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not sharin’ anything with you.”

He turns back to you with a smirk playing on his lips, “Not even a better look at those panties you’re wearing?”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“Pardon?”

“You heard me, sweetheart.”

You did hear him, of course, but were in denial of the actual intentions behind the words. He creeps closer, finding a spot on the couch next to you. You take another bite of your apple, staring at him with curiosity.

Was he being serious?

You contemplate your options. Do you play into the game? Do you resist and possibly regret it later? He was such an asshole earlier. But then again, he always is. He was before you slept with him. So was that a valid excuse to not play into the game?

You remember the ache between your legs last night after reading a smutty romance novel. You imagined the characters as you and Joel, yet you never wanted to admit it. You knew that you wanted this, but resisting to give him a taste of his own medicine would be satisfying, too.

“Ya know,” He ponders, leaning over to meet your eyes, “I still have your other pair you left at my house.”

You remember the slight panic you felt the morning after when you couldn’t find them. You knew damn well he’d find them somewhere, but you didn’t think he’d keep them.

“Didn’t even know I left them,” You lie, your eyes averting away from him.

You were a horrible liar.

“You’re pretty cute when you lie, sweetheart,” He grabs your chin, tilting your face back to his, “You left them on purpose. Thought you’d use that as an excuse to come crawling back to me.”

He was being smug, you knew that. For some reason, you don’t cave immediately even though the conversation was making you tingle.

“Crawling back to you? Why would I do that?” You question, “When I have all these other guys who will gladly take up my offers.”

He smiles smugly, “Hm, that doesn’t seem very like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t seem like the type of girl to whore yourself out to a bunch of assholes.”

His finger traces your lower lip, catching it and pulling down. You don’t pull away, soaking up the intense tension in the air.

“You don’t know me, Joel Miller.”

He just stares at your mouth, “I know enough.”

You want to lean in further, push your lips on his and finally surrender to him. But you hold on for a few more seconds. You’re practically quivering under his touch, wanting nothing more to just cut the shit and jump on top of him.

“You told me not to touch you earlier,” he mumbles, “But here you are just fumblin’ over yourself every time I touch ‘ya.”

“Will you just shut the fuck up and kiss me?”

His touch becomes rougher, his one arm pulling you into his lap, the other hand grabbing your face roughly.

“You start talkin’ like that you get nothin’,” his breathing fans your face, blowing your baby hairs away from your forehead, “Be a good girl like before.”

You squirm a bit, trying to lift your head in defiance. It doesn’t work, he has a good grip on you. His eyes are dark as he adjusts you so you are practically mounted on his lap. He releases your face bringing his hand down to your neck. He pulls you down to his lips, connecting them feverishly.

You couldn’t help yourself. You melt into him, your hands wrapping around his neck before sliding them down his chest. His hips are practically rutting into yours. You grind down, moaning out at the contact. You knew that being disobedient wouldn’t get you anywhere, so to get what you want, you knew you’d have to play into his dominance.

He smiles into the kiss, knowing you have been waiting for this moment.

You pull away, pulling your shirt off. He’s looking at you like you’re his next meal. You kind of are.

“Missed these tits,” He says his hands resting on your ribcage, right under your bare breasts, “Best ones I’ve ever seen.”

“Joel,” You groan, fumbling for the button on your pants, “Need you. Bad.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I know baby.”

He fondles you for a second before latching his lips around your left nipple. His tongue swirls around it before he slightly bites it. You arch your back, wanting more from him but he just pulls away. You roll off his lap, tugging your pants down, including your underwear.

“Ah,” He’s not even paying attention to you butt naked all spread for him, instead he’s leaning down to your pile of clothes. He grabs your panties, holding them up, “Baby pink. You fuckin’ tease.”

“Joel,” You whine, nudging him with your foot, “Enough about my underwear.”

He runs his hands up your leg before standing up and discarding his own shirt and pants. He leaves his briefs on, his cock tenting the gray fabric.

“So eager,” he mocks, “What do you want from me, baby girl? Hm?”

You smile at the million of thoughts running through your head. But you settle for words that you know will drive him wild.

“Do whatever you want to me, Joel.”

He pulls you to the edge of the couch. He’s on his knees like he’s about to pray at the altar to whatever God may exist. Instead, he’s between your legs, speckling your thighs with scratchy kisses. His salt and pepper hair is messy, his sunkissed bare arms highlighted with some freckles. You never noticed them before.

“‘M gonna need your mouth,” He mumbles, raising his fingers to your mouth. You grab his wrist with your hands, lifting his fingers to your lips. You suck on every one, releasing each one with a pop. He watches you with his lips slightly agape, almost hypnotized by the action.

He uses his newly wet fingers to trace your slit before he uses his pointer and middle finger to spread your lips. He’s playing with you, making you writhe underneath his touch. You lift your hips a bit, which causes him to lay his free arm across your lower stomach.

“Patience, sweetheart,” He gives your pussy one lick, “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

He’s good on his word.

He dives into you like a ravenous animal. His tongue hitting every desperate spot within you. You were taken to the same state of mind when he first ate you out. You had no words, just moans of pleasure.

He uses his fingers to toy with your opening, sticking two fingers in initially before he becomes too eager to see you fall apart. He wraps his lips around your swollen clit, suckling and moaning around it. You knew from before that he liked all eyes on him. You watch him as the vibrations mixed with him finger fucking you sends you into your first eye rolling orgasm.

You don’t think you’ve ever cum so fast in your life. It’s a release you’ve been yearning months for, making it even sweeter.

He pulls away, giving your pussy a little slap. It makes you yell out.

“Came without permission, but that’s okay,” He licks his fingers, “You have a couple more in you. You just gotta beg extra for ‘em.”

He was a menace.

You just nod, not able to communicate your actual feelings on him denying you the simple pleasure of cumming all over him. The idea of having to hold back made you a bit eager to see how far you could take it, though.

“Need your mouth now,” He tugs off his underwear, kicking them across the room. You don’t know how, but it almost looks bigger. Maybe it’s the swollen red tip that makes you overawe over it.

“Would you like me on my knees, sir?”

He leers at you, “What a good girl, being so polite… Yes, baby girl, get on your knees in front of me. I wanna see those eyes.”

You crawl off the couch, getting in between his legs. His cock is laying on his lower tummy, just waiting for you. You aren’t super into sucking dick, but this was Joel’s. You know that you had to give it your all. You wanted to give it your all.

You grab ahold of the base of his cock, keeping your eyes on him as you slowly open your lips to take him. Once your hot mouth touches the tip, he hisses in satisfaction.

“Mhm,” He groans, “Take all of it, baby.”

You’re not sure if you can, but you are going to do your very best.

You relax your throat as much as you can, slowly inching his cock down your throat. You’re halfway around it when it hits your gag reflex. You pull back, still keeping his cock wrapped around your lips. You sit up, jerking the base of his cock as you slurp up as much as you can.

“You got it baby,” He encourages, “Relax and take it slow.”

Whenever Joel praises you, you can’t help but let it get to your head.

You take a deep breath in as you take more of him in. Widening your jaw more, you finally get him completely engulfed in your mouth. He twitches inside, which sends a jolt of pleasure to your core. You let him take control, raising his hips a bit to fuck your mouth. He has a hold of your braid, which only adds to the experience. You’ve never had your hair pulled before, but you’re beginning to love the sensation. He’s a moaning mess, chanting your name like a prayer. Your saliva is all over his lower tummy by the time he pulls your mouth away from his cock.

“Gonna make me cum like that if you keep goin’,” He states, pulling you up to his lips. He kisses you, all tongue and teeth, “Let me fuck that pussy, yeah?”

You whimper, “Yes, please.”

“Such a good girl.”

He pulls you up into his lap while you slowly position yourself above him. You loved riding him before and with how sensitive and riled up you were now, you were prepared to ride his cock like it’s the last thing you’d ever do.

He focused his attention on rubbing his cock head between your pussy lips. You bite your lip as soon as he pushes slowly into your entrance. You groan, letting the sweet stretch take ahold of you.

“Atta’ girl,” Joel sighs, “Take all of me in that tight little pussy.”

You gasp as soon as he raises your hips a bit, repositioning how his cock sits inside you. His hand rests on your pelvic bone, pulling you forward. You realize he’s guiding you, helping you grind back and forth on his dick. Every roll of your hips pushes a moan out your throat, making Joel stare up at you with satisfaction. He removes his hands from your hips, bringing his right hand to your throat.

“Fuckin’ Christ, baby girl,” He lets out a wanton moan, while your stomach feels like it’s reaching a boiling point. He realizes how tense your getting so he reaches down with his spare hand, putting more pressure on your clit. “This is my pussy.”

“Mhm.”

“Say it. Say it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, Joel.”

“That’s fuckin’ right, baby girl. All mine.”

“Joel, please,” You cry, “I need to cum.”

“No,” He spits, “You don’t cum until I tell you.”

You clench, trying to resist the release. He notices you slowing down, so he stops choking you. Instead of letting you have a moment to recoup, he grabs your waist again, raising it slightly so he could raise his hips to pound into you. With his fingers still pressing on your bud, he chooses a bruising pace. You are practically screaming, the release imminent.

“Please, please,” You beg, “Joel, I need to.”

He doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, “You keep beggin’, baby girl. I’ll tell you when.”

“Fuck, fuck,” You can’t stop yourself, the vibration from your incoming orgasm taking over your body, “Please Joel!”

“Cum,” He grits his teeth, “Cum all over this cock, baby girl.”

You have never had an orgasm take over every fiber of your being like it. You throw your head back, yelling Joel’s into the silence of the house. His pace slows down, as your cum soaks his lower half.

“Oh my god,” You groan, not knowing how to formulate a full sentence yet. You were still seeing stars in your vision, as you try to refocus on Joel.

“Holy shit,” He pulls out of you, “You okay?”

You just nod, your head falling forward. Your braid falls over your chest in between your breasts. Joel grabs the end of it, toying with it for a moment while you catch your breath.

“I’ll give you a minute,” He picks you up off him, laying you onto the cushion next to him. You grab his hand as he tries to pull away.

“I don’t need one,” You were still spent from the first two orgasms, it was written all over your face. Joel just chuckles, positioning himself over your body. He cages you in, tilting your face so you make eye contact.

“You ready for me already?”

“Need you.”

He uses his leg to part your thighs, settling between you again. He was still hard, his cock nudging your swollen wet opening.

“I want your eyes on me,” He commands.

“Yes, sir.”

He pushes into you again, your mouth parting in a gasp at how sensitive you were.

He smiles at your reaction while he settles into a steady pace. You try to focus on him, watching his facial expressions as he dives into you over and over again.

Joel had to be sculpted by whatever God created him. Every part of him was angular, his cheekbones quite high. His nose was just about perfect, especially from the side. His side profile was everything.

You truly didn’t think he looked his age. The only thing that kind of gave him away was the grays speckled through his dark hair. Other than that, the guy was a sex god.

You are too busy to admiring him, you don’t even realize how close he is. He’s gripping onto your hips, probably bruising them with how tightly he’s holding them. The way his dick twitches inside you, sends that familiar rush back into your body.

He’s not breaking eye contact. You smirk while he groans pushing harder into you.

“You better cum inside me,” You murmur, “Want you to fill me up.”

“God,” He cries, “So fucking flithy.”

And he loved that about you.

He releases into you with a loud sigh. You don’t teeter over that edge until he pulls out of you, looking to see his work.

He uses his two fingers, pushing them inside you, then back out. He rubs his cum onto your clit, slapping it a couple times. When you jolt in pleasure, he smiles knowingly.

“One more time?”

He positions himself between your legs again. He’s fingering you so lazily but it’s still enough to have you crying out in pleasure. You don’t even have time to respond to him, before you’re falling over the edge and cumming once more.

You lay there, trying to catch your breath again. Joel stands up on wobbly legs, making his way to the nearby bathroom. You didn’t know if this house would be stocked with rags or anything, so when Joel comes out with a folded blanket, you can’t help but giggle.

“This is all we got,” He gestures towards the blanket, “We can burn it when we finish with it.”

You take it from him, running it between your legs. The wooley fabric scratched a bit, but you didn’t have one care in the world.

Until you get a familiar sinking feeling. Like you did something very wrong.

You sit up while Joel takes the blanket, cleaning up himself. You try to stand, your legs feeling like jelly. You pick up your panties from the floor next to Joel’s clothes. You start to grab each of your clothing items, throwing them on as you go. You watch as he does the same.

“I guess this means you don’t hate me,” You mutter, not knowing what to say after what just occurred. You felt guilty and sick with anxiety.

If anyone else sat in on this day with Joel, they’d say the same thing. The way he talks to you, how annoyed he was to be stuck with you on patrol today, everything. It’d make anyone feel not wanted.

He shoots you a glance, “I never hated you.”

He says it with such conviction that you wince, not sure whether to believe him.

“You have ignored me for months. You fought with Tommy because you were stuck with me today. And then on the way here, you yelled at me for having to pee. Called me dum-”

“I didn’t call you dumb.”

You breath in sharply, “You’re just impossible, you know that?”

He shakes his head. You know he wants to say something smart back, but it never comes.

Instead he sits down beside you, keeping his eyes down at his feet. You wait for him to speak for what feels like a lifetime.

“Listen,” He huffs, “I don’t hate you. I am just not good at…”

“Being nice to people?”

He smirks, finally looking up at you, “Sure, but hey… I don’t regret anything that happened. I enjoy our… time together.”

You wanted to strangle him.

After months of contemplating what went wrong, he tells you he doesn’t regret anything.

After spending all that time acting like he did.

You wear your emotions all over your face and Joel realizes it quickly. He rests his hand on your knee, a gentle gesture that makes your heart rate increase by a thousand.

“You made me feel like shit for months,” You admit, trying to hold your composure, “I’ve felt like an idiot since the moment Ellie walked in that morning. You made me feel that way, Joel. You made me feel stupid. And here I am, all this time later, and I still feel fucking dumb. Maybe even dumber now, since I just let you fuck me again.”

His hand travels up to cup your cheek. You felt like crying, but you knew that it wouldn’t do you any good.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, darlin’,” He confesses, “I am sorry for everythin’.”

You felt like you were being manipulated. You always had a terrible time figuring out what a genuine apology looked like. You were used to being exploited and having your heart ripped out and stomped on.

You turn away from his hand, looking out the back sliding glass door. The rain is coming down, pitter pattering on the tin roof over your head. You see lightning go across the sky, hearing the loud crack of thunder seconds later.

You pondered if you should just run in the other direction. Away from Joel, away from the emotions and memories that were being sludged up from the deepest pits of your brain.

“When I grabbed you earlier, you had this horrified look on your face…” Joel starts, bringing your attention back, “It was a face ‘d seen more than a few times. That look of disbelief and fear.”

You just let him continue, not looking him the eyes.

“I never wanna to make you feel that way,” He admits, “I never wanna scare you or hurt you. I knew in that moment, I was using that pent up anger at myself towards you.I just… I spent so much time tryin’ to find ways to keep you away from me because I don’t wanna disappoint you or hold you back.”

You finally look back up at him.

“I am sick of findin’ ways to keep you away. I like havin’ you around.”

You want to believe him so badly.

“I like having you around, too, Joel. I just…” You stammer, “I just need a bit, okay?”

He bows his head, “Yeah, ‘course. Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll take watch and wait for the rain to let up.”

You take up his offer, stalking off to the nearby bedroom. You just wanted space, a moment of peace and quiet. Your body was still recovering from the greatest orgasms of your life, now your mind is littered with a million emotions you didn’t know how to muddle through. Once you lay down on the old bed, you realize that sleep would probably bring you back to life a bit. You close your eyes, letting your mind ease out of the chaos of reality.

��

When you wake up, you don’t hear anymore rain. You only hear the crackling of the fireplace. You don’t know how long you’ve been sleeping, which sends you into a slight panic. You waltz out into the living room, seeing Joel lounging on the couch you defiled and reading. It was a random novel, probably from the large bookcase in the hallway.

“We good to head back?” You question.

“Yeah, let’s get home ‘fore they send out a search party.”

You watch him stretch his shoulders as he stands, his jaw clenched in an unrelaxed way. His hair is messy and standing in different directions from the way he was laying. It makes you smile.

“Hey Joel,” You say, walking closer to him, “When we get back to Jackson, would you want to go out to dinner or something?”

His gaze softens. You were really trying, he could tell.

Your rested mind decided it was time to just jump head first.

If Joel was being honest with his intentions, maybe it was time for you to be honest with yourself, too.

“I’d like that, sweetheart.”

“It’s a date, then.”

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mint-8 · 23 days

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Yandere Matchmaker x GN! Reader

- Yandere Matchmaker is in love with the idea of love. They are a hopeless romantic and wish to spread love in every corner of the world! So, for their career choice, they decided to work in a matchmaking agency to help others find their one true love!

- Yandere Matchmaker has had a lot of experience with romantic relationships, from the most toxic to the healthiest, from smooth as butter to hard and rough as a brick. But they've never found the ONE for them. Yandere Matchmaker has always had an itch within them, an unknown desire to monopolize and love their partner until death separates the two, a darkness deep within their soul that has always been there but never fully reaching the surface. Until you appeared, of course.

- Yandere Matchmaker first meeting with you started when your parents personally came over to the agency and requested a partner for you. Their child refused to go out with anyone, always keeping themselves holed up in their room, and they were desperate for grandchildren, so they figured that coming to the agency would be the most appropriate decision. Yandere Matchmaker was ready to talk some sense into your guardian's as to why forcing someone out of their shell to simply get married and have children already wasn't the most healthy, until they saw your picture.

- Yandere Matchmaker who fell in love the moment they saw your face. Some might say it was very superficial, but they couldn't deny that they have definitely fallen in love at first sight and needed to meet you immediately. Yandere Matchmaker is a smooth talker, thanks to their many years of dating around, so they convinced your parents to bring you to the agency to have a 'personal' interview and arrange the best possible bachelor or bachelorette for you (which was them, of course).

- Yandere Matchmaker who might as well be a love slave at this point. The moment you stepped into the agency, their gaze was immediately centered in your magnificent form. The way you awkwardly found their booth and clumsily introduced yourself... oh darling~! You are so perfect and sweet, cute, beautiful, and just the absolute best there ever was! Your voice is akin to one of an angel. Your shy eyes shine like diamonds and your smell! Oh... your smell... ♡

"Uhm... hello?"

"Oh, yes! Pleasure to meet you, sweetie. I heard you are here to find a partner, correct?"

"Yes... well, kinda? My parents forced me to come here..."

"Oh, darling... I see... well, no need to worry! I can assure you that I'll personally find you the best companion in existence! Pinky promise~♡"

- Yandere Matchmaker who asks you plenty of questions that are definitely necessary to find the best suitor for you! No ulterior motives, they swear! This, of course, will be archived in their newfound 'project': You! They will need to find every and any kind of knowledge about you so they will be able to mold themselves into the perfect life-long partner! Or best friend! Both work =)

- Yandere Matchmaker who purposely makes the process more long and complicated than the standard and manage to convince you to have a nice hang out with them in a nearby cafe so you two can totally continue to discuss your future companion and definitely not deepen your bond with Yandere Matchmaker. They will make it sure that you two become friends by the end of it =)

- Yandere Matchmaker who, 'coincidentally', happens to be into the same stuff you are interested in, have similar hobbies, and intently listen to everything you say! They will make you feel like royalty during the entirety of your business meeting date ♡. There's no need to keep your guard up, sweetie. They won't hurt you like those scum from the past, they pinky promise ♡

"This was an amazing outing, darling ♡"

"Y-Yeah... it was really fun"

"Hey, how about we trade numbers? That way, I'll personally contact you whenever we find a good match!"

"Oh... you don't have t-"

"We could even hang more if you want! I heard a pretty good movie is going to be premier tomorrow, we could totally go the two of us!"

"I'll have to check my schedule, but... it sounds nice, thank you :)"

"Oh, no need to thank me, sweetie. It's my absolute pleasure ♡"

- Yandere Matchmaker is playing the long game with you, with their first stretch goal met: becoming your best friend and confidante. You get to hang out with them outside of their working hours and whenever you have free time, and they happily mold themselves into the most supportive, sweet, and considerate person that you've ever met so as to get closer to you. They are attentive, understanding, and interested in everything that involves you! Although sometimes, in the back of your mind, you wonder how Yandere Matchmaker was able to enter your life in such a smooth transition... your parents love them and actively support your friendship, something that Yandere Matchmaker definitely didn't set up on purpose so as to make themselves the most eligible and perfect partner in your parents' eyes. No, that's crazy!

- Yandere Matchmaker who will be the best companion there ever was! They will protect you from danger or help you become stronger! Treat you like a small, delicate flower or like the sibling you never had! Shower you with gifts and hugs, or simply spend quality time with each other! Whether you need physical or verbal support, they will be there for it. Whenever you need their assistance, they will be there for you. Even if it's wrong, even if it's illegal, even if it's a matter or life or dead... they will do anything for their most beloved ♡

"I'll gladly give away my soul to the devil if it means making you happy ♡"

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saintslewis · 1 year

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❝ in the end ❞

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x black fem! driver reader

summary: two childhood best friends that the world absolutely fell in love with but are they ever going to fall in love with each other?

warnings: swearing, cussing, reader age description

saint’s notes: another indirect request from the lovely @bbymelsworld about the knight in mercedes armour, lewis! i hope you everyone enjoys this and sorry for typos!

taglist: @thisismeracing

social media au.

yourusername

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yourusername thank you Bahrain, until next time 🩷

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user i need the both of them in a way that is concerning to feminism

user ayo????

user MOTHER AND FATHER

user how the fuck are you 36 and you better tell me all your secrets

yourusername i have a youth fountain in my backyard, srry 😣

user what i wanna know is how you kept this friendship for 20 YEARS?!

icebox we absolutely loved making your matching grillz! we can’t wait for the next visit ❤️

landonorris thanks for the overtake on the track, mum🫶🏽

yourusername you’re very welcome, son 🥰

yourfriend cuteeeee 😋

liked by yourusername

lewishamilton now why is that picture on here?

yourusername bc you were so excited to talk about dinosaurs to someone other than me

lewishamilton is that why you took my credit card? 😭

yourusername thank you for my new wigs btw 🤭🫶🏽

lewishamilton did you at least get a pink one like i’ve been waiting for?

yourusername and platinum blonde

lewishamilton all is forgiven, sweetie

user do they know that they’re in love or?

user i’m just waiting for the soft launch tbh

fan that’s at least half a million on her wrist lol

mercedesamgf1 we’re super proud of you! 🥳

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fan girl, you hidin these archives of Lew to yourself???

yourusername they gotta be used at the right time so basically, yes ❤️

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lewishamilton :) ❤️

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user oh that’s not-

fan i love you but please be so fucking fr

neymarjr congrats bro! 🫵🏽❤️

user ofc you would know a thing or two about this, loser

user isn’t she that one influencer who started some shit on a sponsored trip because the person paired with her was black?

user are you starting shit or are you being serious?

user so serious, i remember seeing this trend on tiktok

hisgirlfriend ❤️

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user so he’s not even going to reply to her damn comment? 😭

user it’s bc these two aren’t meant to be 😭

user why are people being so mean in the comments? let him live

fan this is upsetting me and my homegirls DEEPLY

fan #lewisandyn4eva

badgalriri #lewisandyn4eva

user RIHANNA?!

ynfan ik y/n’s heart is so broken, they were endgame

ynfan lewis better watch his back fr

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yourusername time to myself + a little treat for myself

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user GYATTTT

lilymhe HELLO????

yourusername hi Lily 😋

user ‘a little treat’ and it’s a g wagon, oh to be y/n 😫

champagnepapi i needa learn the basics of f1

yourusername LMFAOOOOO

fan omg he didn’t even like the picture, what have we come to?

fan the heartbreak we’re having

charles_leclerc hey y/n, wanna go to a museum?

yourusername do you think they have a cry room there?

centralcee woah

user DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

michaelbjordan 😫

user SHE’S COLLECTING THESE MEN LIKE POKÉMON LMAOOOOO

prada 🥰🤍

carlossaniz55 mi madre says hi

yourusername hi Mama Sainz 😋

user not Drake literally reposting this and putting the ring emoji????

user he delulu just like us omg

sza i would quit my job for you if you asked

yourusername SZA NO DON’T

beyonce ❤️

“Lewis Hamilton has broken up with influencer girlfriend, sources say.”

three months later

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yourusername you’ve been hiding in plain sight then appeared, oh i know 🤍

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lewishamilton i love you so much, my princess ❤️

yourusername i love you and btw i left you some stir fry for when you get back ❤️

zendaya FUCKING FINALLY

landonorris WEDDING WHEN

lewishamilton we actually eloped last month but we’re planning the official wedding :)

user THEY LITERALLY DATED FOR LIKE TWO MONTHS AFTER THAT AND NOW THEY’RE MARRIED?!

user how are they married after two months?? that’s so short

user they’ve literally been best friends for 20+ years…

cleosol so grateful to be part of the proposal, love you two

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user THE PINK WIG REFERENCE OMGGGG

user now THIS is friends to lovers done perfectly

user Lewis and Y/n, did you two get podium because you two just got married? 🤨

lewishamilton yes.

yourusername yes and because we’re amazing drivers

pharrell congratulations you two! 🤍

marsaimartin MY PARENTS Y’ALL

landonorris actually, they’re my parents 🫤

marsaimartin did they ever pick you up from school?

landonorris yourusername pls confirm this????

yourusername 🫣

lewishamilton • 44 min

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arc-misadventures · 10 months

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A funny little idea that popped into my head with the bunny knight posts.

Rabbit faunus Jaune introducing his 'daughter' Juniper(small faunus version of the jackalope) to Velvet and her family

Little BunBun

Jaune was in the midst of a mission in a small village that had recently been attacked by, Grimm. Jaune, and his team had managed to defeat the, Grimm with minimal damage to the town. But, they were combing through the town checking the destroyed, buildings for any survivors, or if there may still be some, Grimm lurking about.

Jaune: Guys? How’s everything going; Any survivors?

Ren: None so far.

Nora: Found one! Pyrrha, give me a hand!

Pyrrha: On it!

Jaune: Need help?

Pyrrha: Don’t worry, I got him!

Jaune: Okay.

Jaune continued to walk through the town when he stopped abruptly, he heard some rustling in nearby bush. He raised his shield, and pointed his sword towards the sound. He slowly creeped forward, hearing the bush rustling more until it stopped when he came close. He bent down to look at the underbrush. And, saw something he didn’t expect.

Jaune: Oh… Well, hello there.

~~~

Jaune: So, yeah. That’s how all of this happened.

Velvet: Oh, that so sad…

Lulu: I can’t believe this could possibly even happen.

Ilaria: It’s more common than you may think… The same thing happened to me when we were younger.

Rumi: I have the scars to prove it.

Silk: And, it happened to this innocent child as well?

Lily: So… W-What’s her name?

Jaune: Oh yes, say hello to my adopted daughter, Juniper Arc. Say ‘hi,’ Juniper.

A small faunas girl slowly peaked out from behind, Jaune’s leg, before darting back behind his leg.

Jaune: It’s okay, Juni, they’re alright. Just like gramma, grampa, and all your crazy aunts.

The girl slowly appeared from behind, Jaune’s leg, and nervously waved at the, Scarlatina family.

Juniper: H-Hi…

Ilaria: Well, hello there sweetie, my name is, Iliara, it’s nice to meet you~!

Juniper: Hi…

Lulu: She’s so cute~!

Lily: Oh~! I want one~!

Silk: She’s already got eight aunts… What’s wrong with one more…?

Velvet: How about another sibling instead~?

Rumi: This is… giving me ideas…

Iliara: You look hungry, do you want something to eat dear?

Juniper looked at them before darting back behind her adopted fathers leg. Jaune could feel her shaking nervously against him.

Jaune: Sorry, she’s scared around other people because of… Because of stuff.

Silk: What stuff?

Jaune: Stuff.

Lily: Best leave it at that.

Jaune: Give her some time, and some space, and she’ll warm up to you all eventually. So long as you don’t do what my mother did…

Velvet: What happened?

Jaune: Well…

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Juniper: SHE’S. SO. PRECIOUS!!!

Juniper, Jaune’s mother squealed in delight as she hugged her first grandchild. She didn’t care if she was adopted, all that she cared was that she finally had her first grandchild, and that she was absolutely adorable.

Everyone was adoring watching, Juniper embrace her new grandchild, except for two people; Jaune who knew, Juniper, his daughter, had anxiety issues when it came to other people, and Juniper, the child, who was in the midst of said anxiety issues as she frantically tried to get out of her overbearing grip on her.

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Jaune: Yeah, she started to hide behind something whenever mom got too close for comfort.

Ilaria: Oh my.

Jaune: So yeah, please give her some space, and time.

Lulu: Can do!

Rumi: I’ll make sure the others give her some space.

Silk: I gotta take a photo of this!

Lily: Awwww~! The way she clings on to him is so precious!

Velvet: She’s just a scared little bunny rabbit.

Ilaria: She reminds me of you girls when you were her age. A whole litter of scared little bunnies. Ahh, you were so adorable.

Jaune: Yeah, she is a… Hmm? What is it, Juni?

Jaune bent down to look into the eyes of his daughter after she pulled at his pants leggings. Looking into her beautiful golden eyes as she cutely stared at her adopted father.

Juniper: Dad, i’m hungry.

Jaune: Alright, lets get something to eat dear.

Jaune picked up his daughter, and held her in his arms, and turned to address the, Scarlatina family.

Jaune: Sorry, ladies. The little lady is hungry. We’re going to grab something to eat. We’ll catch you all later. Say, ‘goodbye,’ Juni.

Juniper: Bye.

IRVLLS: Awww~!

They waved back at the little girl as they watched the father, and daughter duo leave.

Velvet: That is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

Silk: I always had a feeling, Jaune would be a great father. And, he took to it like an eagle flying in the sky.

Lulu: Hey… Uhh…? D-Did any of you feel a sort of… throbbing feeling in your gut?

Lily: Now that you mention it, I kinda did.

Rumi: So did I.

Silk: Are we sick?

Velvet: I knew there was something off with that casserole we had yesterday!

Ilaria: Oh don’t worry, I know what this feeling is, I’ve had it before myself.

Silk: You have?

Ilaria: Oh yes, numerous times in fact.

Velvet: Then what is it?

Ilaria: A desire to do some baby making~!

Lily: WHAT?!

Lulu: That was my womb throbbing then?

Velvet: Did seeing, Jaune with, Juniper really do that to us?

Rumi: Dips.

Silk: Di…?! Fuck!

Lulu: Wait, are yoy two going to… with the aim of having his kids?!

Silk: I want to be a mom, and, Jaune has already proven he will be one hell of a daddy~! So why not?

Rumi: I’m at that age where I want to settle down, and have a family. Who better to do that with than, Jaune?

Ilaria: Care to make that a threesome sister? Maybe we can give our hips a break of we tag team him.

Rumi: Ha! That’s not gonna happen…

Ilaria: I know…

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What do you think of the art? I couldn’t find any good art of a jackalope anime girl. So I found a cute bunny girl, and tweaked it so she looked like a faunas version of, Juniper.

Which was a nightmare to do that on my phone. Couldn’t get anything looking right…

Art isn’t mine.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #velvet scarlatina #juniper arc #rumi usagiyama

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Open, Pandora ft. Soyeon

length: 7k words of pure smut.✦

Soyeon & Male Reader.

genres: anal, hard sex, bdsm, blowjob, oral sex, creampie, shower sex, dirty talk, facefuck, facial✧

(The Judge sequel, and a requested comission.)

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Almost a year has passed since your "incident" with Jeon Soyeon. Your life continued with it's natural course, you two didn't even keep in touch during all that time, so you started to think that she had simply forgotten about you; but you had no problem with it, you understood it perfectly, especially considering that her life was more than busy at that moment: comeback, promotions, awards, concerts. It was evident that she wouldn't have time to meet someone so foreign to her social circle.

You tried every day to get her out of your head, constantly convincing yourself in vain that her call wasn’t going to come, that you had only been a "one night stand" and that's it, but the constant memory of your pelvis slamming violently against her ass, and the large load that then spilled onto the ground directly from her hole to the ground prevented any kind of progress on it.

The weekend was normal like any other, your routine wasn’t out of the ordinary on Friday or Saturday, you spent all day at home playing video games or reading a book, and one of your coworkers had visited you to chat, but in general, simple monotony. You weren’t a person who frequented many places in which to socialize, it could be said that it wasn’t your thing, you preferred the comfort of your home, and calm places in which to be able to do your things without unnecessary hindrances. The only way to get you out of your house was with an incentive that really interested you, it could be an activity, or a person.

10:13 p.m. You were lying in your bed playing Hades on the Switch, already in your pajamas, under the unchanging softness of your sheets, when your phone rang. Seeing who it was almost made you throw the console off the bedroom ceiling.

--The Judge--. Jeon Soyeon. You had kept her contact with that nickname for a simple security issue, which was stupid since you were sure that absolutely nobody cared who you had among your contacts, but that was her.

You didn't want to answer right away to look like a loser, so you waited a few seconds looking at the screen until you finally swiped the green button.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Ah, hello, sorry to call so late, but the truth is that I don't care either," Soyeon's unmistakable high-pitched voice answered you on the other end.

"I was starting to think you'd forgotten me," you got up from the bed and wandered around your room.

"I did, yes," she admitted, which broke your heart a little, "but it was a hard fucking year for me."

"Oh yeah, I could tell by how you were throwing shit at Mnet on national TV, it was brilliant."

"But they deserved it, right?" she gave a small giggle.

"They deserve to go bankrupt along with your shitty company," you laughed back.

"They're lucky I keep them alive, without me they're nothing," that was the most self-centered and pretentious comment you'd ever heard come out of her mouth, but it wasn't a lie either.

"Wah, how modest," you teased, "well, how have you been?"

"Hm, why don't you come over and you know... we talk about it?" she invited you, with a silkier and sexier voice than usual.

"Yes!" you agreed to the millisecond in the excitement of the moment, you even gave a little jump, "I mean, yes," you calmed down, "pass me your location and I'll be there in a moment."

"Very well, I'll wait for you here, sweetie," said this, she hung up, and after a few seconds you received her message.

You threw your phone on the bed and moved like lightning through every corner of your bedroom to get dressed, you didn't know what the hell to wear for such an occasion, and your bedroom soon became a hovel because of how messy it was. It took you a long time to get something that convinced you, and even when you were already dressed, you felt that even that wasn’t enough to be up to Soyeon's standards.

You asked for a taxi and left your apartment quickly, you had everything you needed, your phone, your keys, your wallet, and above all, your desire to fuck one of the most talented women in the industry. You ordered the driver to go as fast as possible, after all, you didn't want to keep her waiting. A little less than 10 minutes passed when you were finally in front of the residential complex where Jeon Soyeon was staying. You got out of the car, and you stood at the outside gate.

--I'm outside-- you texted her.

--On my way.-- she instantly replied .

After a few minutes she came out of the building to meet you, wearing a black hoodie that was almost to her knees, the hood up and a mask for obvious reasons.

"What's up, you look cute," she said as she opened the gate for you, to walk back into the building.

"Thanks, um... you too?" you followed her, while you saw the garden and the fountain to the right of the path by which you passed.

"Wait until we get inside and then tell me that, I had to put this damn thing on just to get out for a second."

You followed Soyeon into the apartment and then to the elevator, up to the fourth floor, and then through a few meters of the corridor until you reached the door of her apartment. Just as you expected, Soyeon's apartment was not modest at all, in fact, it was quite large compared to yours; she took your hand, and led you into the living room, where she had a macbook on a coffee table, along with two speakers and a midi keyboard.

"Sorry about the mess, I was working on something, have a seat if you want," she said as she closed the macbook and gathered everything from the coffee table to go put it away.

You sat on the wide and soft white sofa while you took a look at your surroundings, the apartment was big, but it was obvious that Soyeon was a fairly tidy and simple girl, with only the necessary luxuries. Without a doubt what caught your attention the most was the sound system installed there, with speakers located at strategic points in each corner of the room, you wondered if this was where the magic happened first.

You didn't have time to think about it before Soyeon came back and almost made your eyes pop out of their sockets, she had already taken off her hoodie, showing her true outfit. She had a blue sweater crop top, black leather boots and what drove you crazy the most, a short jean skirt, that showed off her beautiful long legs, that, combined with her sexy exposed midriff, blew your mind.

"My god, you look amazing," you said almost instinctively, not ignoring the fact that she had short blonde hair and looked like she was born with it.

"I know, right?" she put her hands in the pockets of her skirt and made a slow 360 degree turn so that you could see her very well, "Do you want coffee? It's the best I can offer you, I haven't been drinking alcohol lately."

"Sure, I love coffee," you smiled kindly, and she left for a few seconds to return with a cup of hot coffee in her hands, which she placed on the table in front of you.

"There you go," she sat down next to you, closer than you'd expect, and she pulled one of her legs up onto your thigh, "and well? What were we up to?" her elbow rested on the back of her sofa and her cheek rested on her hand as she watched you.

"Oh yeah," you reached out to take the cup and take a sip of coffee, "I was asking how you've been," you turned to meet her gaze.

"Well, it's been quite a bittersweet year, as a group we did great, but you know how this industry is," she sighed, "you can't have 5 straight months of peace of mind."

"Yeah, I can tell," you agreed, "but hey, Tomboy and Nude were fucking bops," you took another sip of coffee.

"I appreciate it, but that doesn't mean that I've spent 80% of the year with stress headaches," she took the cup from your hands, to also take a sip of coffee, then put it back on the table, "and you know what I do to de-stress… right?" with a quick and agile movement, Soyeon climbed onto your lap, then placed her hands on your shoulders, and gently caressed them.

The sudden attack took you by surprise, so it took you a while to play along and put your hands on her bare waist, gently squeezing the flesh between your fingers.

"I can get the idea, yes," you agreed, looking her up and down without even hiding it, then back into her eyes.

"Yeah, of course you do," her hands moved slowly to your neck, where she touched your hair, "maybe it was a mistake not to call you until now, you could have… you know," she pressed against your lap and leaned forward to press against your chest, then, with her face inches from yours, she licked slowly from left to right across your lower lip, "help me with that juicy fucking cock."

"I'm here now, and I'm only yours… for you to use," you squeezed her waist a little more, and then your hands moved down her thighs to hold them on each side of your hips.

"God, I'm warning you boy… you might be opening a Pandora's box today," she licked her lips slowly and bit the tip of her tongue, taking in every detail of your face.

"I'll take the risk," you agreed confidently, closing the distance between your faces to smash your lips against hers. You were immediately reciprocated, and the kiss quickly turned into an intense tongue battle. Her fingers gripped the hair at the nape of your neck, and her hips began to move from front to back, quickly making your cock hard inside your pants, Soyeon noticed this, and she hiked up her skirt to move more freely over your bulge. In response, both of your hands went straight to her ass, you gave each cheek a hard squeeze, and in all the intensity of the moment, you gave her a quick spank that you were sure had stung. Soyeon moaned in the middle of the kiss, to put her hands under your sweater and caress your chest and abdomen; she pulled it up, and you raised your arms for her to take it off you. Her own sweater soon joined yours on the floor, as you had made her repeat the process, leaving her in just a simple white bra that she immediately took off too.

It was the first time you saw her boobs in full display, and you certainly weren't disappointed, her boobs were modest, but that didn't mean she didn't have extremely nice and suckable nipples, anyway, you had to make sure first.

"May l?" you asked her for permission, with your hands on her back.

"What did I tell you about the stupid questions?" she replied, glaring at you.

"Right, sorry."

Your mouth plunged fully into hers perky little tits, you wrapped your arms around her petite body and held her close to you while you sucked and licked her nipples, Soyeon let out a few small moans, moving her hips against your lap; her hands went to your hair, her fingers tangled in it, giving it little tugs and squeezes as you devoured her tits for almost a minute.

"No, stop, I need that cock in my ass, right now," she cut you off with a slight nudge of her finger against your forehead.

"Only if you're okay with me fucking you with that skirt on."

"You're not in position to make demands, asshole, but I don't care, I just want you to use my fucking ass like a cum dump."

Her dirty words were all you needed to get your inner motor into overdrive, that showed off, as you pushed her off your lap so that she fell backwards against a cushion. You stood up and began to undress, Soyeon positioned herself on all fours, her face resting against the cushion, her tight ass up, and her predatory gaze fixed on you as you released your throbbing cock for her to see. The show didn't last long, as you returned to the sofa and knelt behind her; you removed her panties in an instant, noticing that this time she didn't have the plug in her ass, and that her pussy was starting to get soaked.

"Sorry, cutie, this time it won't be so easy for you," she teased you, shaking her ass mischievously.

"I don't think that's a problem," you winked at her, to bring your two fingers to her slit and moisten them with her own fluids, then you brought them to her ass, and began to insert them very slowly until your knuckles were almost inside her hole. Soyeon bit her lip looking over her shoulder at you and gave a soft moan of approval. You pumped your fingers in and out for a little while, just long enough to make your job a little easier.

You brought the palm of your hand to your mouth and released a big spit into it, to quickly drop it on your cock and begin to lubricate it with your own saliva; when it was slippery enough, you pressed the tip against her ass and patiently pushed forward. It was clear you couldn't get in as easily as last time, but seconds passed, and already your flesh was buried halfway inside her tight hole. Soyeon's breathing became more agitated, and her mouth was half open in an O shape.

"Holy fucking shit! Don't stop, I need it all, fuck!" she demanded, squeezing her cushion into her hands.

Doing her bidding without question, you continued to thrust slowly until almost your entire length was buried deep inside her ass. Your body lit up in a sea of sensations that had been dormant for a long time, you had forgotten how incredible that felt, so you didn't bother to hide the loud moan that came out of your mouth.

You took a moment before starting to move your hips; the pace was slow and leisurely at first, just to make sure her ass fit perfectly around your cock, but you knew that soon Soyeon's body was going to ask for more and more, and you certainly weren't going to deny her.

"Fuck me hard honey, show me how much you missed that tight fucking ass," her words came out between subtle little moans as she looked at you.

She still had the skirt wrapped around her waist just the way you wanted it, you took advantage of this, holding it with your left hand to start giving stronger and faster thrusts against Soyeon's ass.

"Oh shit just like that!" she moaned even louder, raising her back a little to grab onto the sofa armband.

You bit your lip and groaned, her ass felt exactly the same as you remembered, tight and soft, and of course her short blonde hair made her look even sexier and petite than usual; she was driving you crazier than you'd like, since you were hardly going to be satisfied with just her ass tonight, you wanted more.

But for now you were concentrating on another task, the clashes between your pelvis and her ass soon turned violent, and with them came the second spank of the night for her, this time you didn't control your strength, so your hand stayed marked red hot on her buttock.

"Yes! Treat me like a bad fucking bitch, beat me up, fucking destroy me!" she screamed between agitated moans.

That turned you on more than it should have, and you just let yourself be carried away by the carnal and animal impulses that came to you. You spanked her as many times as you could, one after the other, on each buttock, you had no mercy of any kind, every time your hand collided with her ass her meat moved like jelly, and you didn't stop until it was colored like a fresh tomato. Soyeon screamed, growled, and clung to the sofa as best as she could for the force and savagery with which you fucked her; but if it wasn't enough that both her buttocks were deep red, you reached forward to grab a handful of her blonde hair and pull it back.

"Fffffffuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed with each thrust, "please just fill me, fill my fucking ass, I'm so fucking close!"

The words couldn't come out of your mouth due to the great physical effort you were making to satisfy her and yourself, there was sweat running down your forehead, which fell directly on her ass and her lower back, you pulled harder on her hair, causing her neck be thrown as far back as possible; her back made a perfect arc, just enough for you to lean forward and look into her eyes as you took your last few thrusts before exploding inside her. Feeling your thick, hot load inside her hole, Soyeon couldn't help but gasp as she suffered a violent orgasm, the spasms shaking her body as if she had been shot by a taser. You both moaned audibly, and she was tightening around your shaft, refusing to let go until she had every last drop of cum inside it.

With the passing of seconds you let go of her hair, consequently, her face fell on the cushion that she had been holding a moment ago. You straightened your back, and very slowly withdrew your cock from her ass until it finally came out with a little --pop--, and along with it, a river of cum slowly spilled down her pussy to the sofa. You, exhausted and needing to catch your breath, fell back and in the opposite direction of Soyeon, resting your head on the armband of the sofa.

"Oh, you think I'm done with you? Not even close, boy," Soyeon said after almost 2 minutes of neither saying anything, pulling herself up so she could sit on her knees between your legs. Judging by her look, and the apparent insatiable hunger she had today, it would be normal for you to fear for your life at that moment, but the only thing you felt was the desire to give her what she deserved and more. This was the day you were going to completely ruin Jeon Soyeon.

"I still have a lot to give. Go ahead, try me," you said, straightening up a little with your lower back against the armband so that she had more mobility.

Soyeon lay with her chest against the sofa, your cock in front of her face, she took it with one hand, and stuck her tongue out to flick it several times against it, then, she began to give your shaft slow licks from your balls until your tip; your breath hitched, and you began to get hard again as her licks and wet kisses did not stop.

When your erection was fully hard and ready again, Soyeon took it straight into her mouth, only sucking on the tip at first, and swirling her tongue around it several times until she lowered her head further, this time. towards the middle of your shaft. She began to pump her head up and down at a considerable pace, giving you a wonderful nice and slow blowjob, you already knew that she was very good at giving head, but this time there was a double effort in how she moved, and in how she used her tongue to make sure to stimulate every corner of your cock.

Not content with the work she was already doing, Soyeon stopped to bring you very slowly down her throat, you let out a long moan, as her nose rested against your pubis and little gagging sounds emanated from her. She kept you there for longer than you expected, until she finally pulled you out with a long breath; she kept jerking you off, still catching her breath until she plunged back into your cock.

She did a complete change of pace, her blowjob going from slow to messy, slippery and needy; her hand accompanied the motion of her mouth, both moving up and down fast while her ass was raised, a sight you couldn't just ignore, and it only turned you on more.

"G-god, I want to fuck you so bad, I want to be inside that wet fucking pussy," you said between heavy gasps, causing Soyeon to stop and pull you out of her mouth. She didn't say a word, she just straightened up and was on your lap in an instant, her pussy brushing all the way across your cock.

"So you want my pussy, huh?" she teased, moving her hips slowly and brushing her slit against your manhood, "and tell me, darling, do you think you're worth it already?" she cupped your face with her hands for a moment, then lowered them down your neck, your shoulders and left them on your chest.

"I don't know," you shook your head, not taking your gaze off hers, "all I know is that if you think my cock feels good in your ass, you'll see stars when it's inside your pussy."

Soyeon paused suddenly, smiled mischievously and raised her hips to take your cock in one of her hands, giving it a few strokes, until she lined up her entrance with your tip and impaled herself without any kind of foreplay or warning, you were just fully inside her in a matter of seconds.

"Ahhh fffffuuuck!" Soyeon moaned loudly, feeling the walls of her pussy stretch and mate perfectly with your cock.

Being inside her pussy felt like a momentous experience for you, you had moaned in unison with her, and all your senses were heightened to feel how tight and wet she was. Your hands went to her waist, and your fingers firmly squeezed her soft flesh; Soyeon held on to your neck, and she tangled her fingers in your hair to start moving her hips up and down. The slow pace was perfect at first for you both to get used to each other, but your body gradually asked for more, so you plunged your mouth back onto her tits, and brought both hands to her ass to give her a strong spank with each one, that made Soyeon grunt with pleasure, and began to ride you faster and harder.

Soyeon's tits became your part of the job as she jumped on you, you licked and sucked on her hard nipples with the intensity that the heat of the moment demanded, and what she did in response was sink you deeper against her chest with the force of her arms. After a few seconds you separated from her breasts and concentrated on her neck, where you distributed wet kisses and small bites, from there, Soyeon brought her mouth closer to your ear, moaning and breathing heavily to bite the lobe of your ear; you spanked her again, which made her pull your hair so hard that you felt like she was going to rip it out, but at the time you didn't care.

"Fuck baby, this cock feels sooooo fucking good! Shit!" she said directly into your ear, to then give you small kisses on the temple and on the cheek.

"And I fucking hate you right now for denying me this pussy a year ago," you growled back, seeking Soyeon's lips to kiss her passionately.

"Then fuck me hard, show me that fucking hate you fucking wimp," she murmured mid-kiss, then bit down on your lower lip.

You took that challenge to heart, so you wrapped your arms around her small frame and clung to her to twist your body to the right, to swing your legs off the sofa and plant your feet on the floor; Soyeon stopped, and you used all the strength in your legs to stand up with the petite woman still clinging to you with her legs, she was quite light, so it wasn't a problem for you to grab her thighs, hold her in the air, and start fucking her with all the fierceness you could give.

Soyeon wrapped her arms around your neck and held onto it as firmly as she could, her face drunk with pleasure was only a few centimeters from yours, and as much as you wanted to keep kissing her, you decided to keep giving yourself a delight watching her moan, and She went crazy with your thrusts.

"Don't you fucking dare to stop! I'm gonna cum!" she whimpered, teary-eyed, "I'm gonna cum on this delicious fucking cock, fuck!"

Words couldn't get out of your mouth, you were so immersed in the pleasure that her pussy was giving you that you couldn't concentrate on doing two things at once, you just kept slamming her pussy mid-air from her. Soyeon growled, and leaned into your face to plant desperate kisses on it; she bit your jaw and jawline a few times, until her body simply gave way to the explosion of her orgasm. Her spasms and shudders were intense, which was also reflected in how the constrictions of her pussy choked on your cock, now soaked in her fluids, while moans filled the entire room, as did the sounds of your pelvis crashing against her ass.

"I want you to cum on my face, I need to feel that hot fucking load on my skin," she whispered against your lips, now holding onto your shoulders.

Once again you didn't respond, but her request burned into your head as you gave her the last few pounds before coming close to your own orgasm. As soon as you felt the tingles in your body, you took a few steps forward until you reached a free area of the soft white plush carpet, and you got out of her pussy to leave her on the floor; Soyeon was immediately on her knees, and you quickly started jerking off right on top of her face, she stuck her tongue out, and you exploded with a loud moan.

Streams of thick cum shot out of your cock and fell in strips straight onto Soyeon's pretty face, some spurts landing on her now closed eyes and left cheek, but most of your load landed on her tongue, and you didn't stop until you had released your last drop. When she noticed that she was no longer receiving any more, Soyeon wiped her eyes to open them and swallow all your load, and as if that weren’t enough, she took you straight into her mouth for a few seconds and left your cock clean and shiny.

"The answer is yes, cutie, you deserve my pussy… and more," she smiled at you, letting your cock rest between her eyebrows as she placed small kisses on your base.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" you asked, your breathing still agitated.

"Fuck my mouth, use it as you please, use ME as you please" she answered before licking you from the balls to the tip, and sucking it for a few seconds.

"Oh, I'll be delighted, trust me," you weren't going to waste time, you directly grabbed each side of her face with your hands, and guided your cock into her mouth again, but this time you were in complete control of the situation, so you slowly pushed forward until only your balls were out.

Soyeon still wasn't used to having your cock buried up to her throat, you could tell it in how she tensed up and how she closed her eyes; the gagging sounds returned, but as you began to move your hips, she relaxed as did her throat, giving you the green light to fuck her face without any mercy.

You weren't too hard at first, your thrusts were on the fine line between being too slow and too fast, she had her hands on your thighs, and you had your hand resting on the back of her head. Your cock appeared and disappeared inside her mouth with great ease, and in a short time the saliva drenched you, it fell from her lower lip, landing directly on her tits or on the carpet.

Little by little, your pace increased, and with it the tension returned to Soyeon's throat, which was definitely not made to be fucked so fast and hard, but that mattered little to you, you weren't slower, quite the opposite, the hand that used to be on the back of her head has now been raised a little higher, so you can aggressively pull her hair while making a mess of her.

Your cock got slippery as if it had been soaped several times, and Soyeon's nails dug a little harder than you expected into your thighs, she opened her eyes to look at you, and you were met with a crystallized look, that didn't take long to become small tears that ran down both cheeks. You kept using her mouth for less than a minute, until you finally pulled your cock out and let her breathe.

"Ahhh fuck!" she said with a cracked voice, picking up the strings of saliva that fell from her mouth to return them to your cock and give it a few strokes.

"On your fours, I want that damn pussy again," you were a bit scared to order something like that, but to your surprise, Soyeon didn't let out a single complaint and turned around to lean forward, resting her hands on the carpet and present her ass for you one more time, but this time you had a different goal. You knelt right behind her, and rubbed the tip of your cock several times between her folds, up and down, until you were back deep inside her pussy.

Soyeon let out a long and discreet moan of pleasure when she felt your throbbing cock inside her again, this time she didn't have to adjust to your length, which allowed you to fuck her with everything you had from the first moment. You held onto her waist with both hands, giving her pussy strong thrusts that made her move like a rag doll. Soyeon, between moans, looked at you over her shoulder, with a look that demanded that she wanted more and more, and you certainly did so.

You leaned forward, sliding an arm under her body to make her flat against the carpet, then you extended your legs behind her so that you had to rest both hands on the carpet, on each side of her body; from that position your face floated above Soyeon's blonde hair, it was perfect to give her exactly what she wanted. Without further ado you resumed your thrusts, but this time you were thrusting downwards, causing your cock to reach still unstimulated places inside her pussy; Soyeon shuddered at the sudden wave of new pleasure that coursed through her body, and tilted her head back so that once again her gaze met yours.

"It feels so fucking amazing baby, holy-, shit! fuck!" the words didn’t even come out easily from her mouth, since you didn’t allow her in the meantime ecstasy.

She wasn't the only one going crazy at the time, the new position gave you more control over your hips, and you could afford fucking her even harder and faster than before, that made you feel like you were going to explode at literally any moment, it was all too much to take, the silky walls of her pussy engulfing your cock, her petite body being pinned against the floor and almost sinking into it, and Soyeon's sensual moans made a combination that was hard to counter.

You wanted to make her cum again, but it was all too much for you, so a few more thrusts were enough for you to sit on Soyeon's thighs and pull out your cock, jerk it a few times, and explode pointing right at her back, which soon was adorned with big thick strands of cum that didn't stop coming out for a few long seconds. You held the image seared into your memory, before carefully letting yourself fall back, your back on the plush surface as you gazed up at the ceiling between heavy gasps.

You closed your eyes for a while, and you couldn't tell how much time passed until Soyeon gave you little kicks on the side of the torso to get your attention; you forced your eyes open, and saw her standing right next to you.

"Hey, idiot, I'm going to go take a bath, my back feels sticky," she said to you, giving you a wink and turning to walk towards the bathroom. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch her, and you couldn't help but see her hips sway from side to side with each step she took, she knew you were watching her, and you knew she wanted you to follow her, and so you did.

You guided yourself to the bathroom when among all the silence of the apartment you managed to hear the sound of the water falling, when you entered you found the shower glass blocking your view, and you could only see the blurred silhouette of the small woman. You closed the door behind you and walked to the shower, brushing aside the skirt that she removed from her body, and sliding the glass to the right to join her in the shower.

"Oh hi, I thought you weren't coming," she said, stepping back out of the spray of water and looking over her shoulder at you.

"Hard not to come when you move your ass like that when you walk," you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around her body to bring her back to your chest, you both exchanged a few kisses, as your cock brushed against her lower back.

"It's just that I thought you were already dead, you were asleep for half an hour," she giggled, "anyway, would you help me wash my back?"

"Sure," you nodded, taking the soap and carefully running it all over her back. You took advantage of the moment to help her with other areas of her body, such as her shoulders, her arms, her thighs, and finally her two buttocks, which you indiscreetly squeezed.

"I guess that's not my back, boy," she complained.

"Nope, it's not."

Soyeon ignored you and went back into the water to get the soap off her, after doing so, she took a few steps back to meet you again.

"Your turn, go ahead," she grabbed your shoulders and traded places with you, and you couldn't help but squeal a little at how cold the water was.

"Ah shit! It's freezing, Soyeon, dammit!" you complained with shrugged shoulders from the cold.

"Oh come on, don't be a crybaby," Soyeon grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured some without even warning over your hair to start squeezing it out. She was really going to shower you all over.

After she had washed your hair, she took the same soap and started running it all over your body, you just relaxed, letting her do all the work. Her gentle little hands moved carefully, and you just stared at her the whole process, which meant that when she crouched down in front of your cock, you both locked eyes.

"You know, you didn't make me cum last time..." she passed her two hands, one with the soap, over your semi-hard cock and your balls. She applied special pressure to them, as if she wanted to check that they were still working at that moment.

"Just say you want me balls deep inside your pussy again, it's not that hard," you teased, with a small smirk.

"Yes, I want you balls deep in my pussy again," she handed you the soap to put in the soap dish, and got up to push you into the shower so you could wash the foam off yourself. When your whole body was clean, she pulled you back to crash her lips against yours; you cupped her face with both hands, and she directly grabbed your cock and began to slowly rub it back to life.

When your erection returned, she didn’t hesitate for a second to put herself against the glass wall and support her hands on it, you stood behind her, and you flexed your knees a little to align your cock with her entrance, you rubbed it a couple of times between her folds, and finally got inside her for the 4th time that night.

At this point it shouldn't have surprised you anymore, but every time you were inside her you couldn't help but think that you never wanted to get out; as you started to move at an intermediate pace, her tight and wet pussy just made you feel in heaven, and of course the fact that you were both wet from head to toe added an extra touch of sensuality to the whole thing.

In the midst of the need to feel her even closer to you, you wrapped her body with your left arm and her neck with your right arm so you could cling to her; you pressed her further against her glass, causing her tits to smash against it as you moved your hips ever faster and harder. You were almost choking Soyeon, so her moans were muffled and turned more into grunts than anything else, aware of that, you applied more force in your grip, which became an instant trigger for her pussy to tighten around your cock with each thrust.

You could feel Soyeon's legs start to weaken and shake from the mix of pleasures, but you held her firmly in place, pinned against the glass door as you mercilessly fucked her. She lasted a lot less this time, you guessed it was because of her ruined orgasm from a while ago, but of course the surge of ecstasy was suddenly released with the fury of four demons, she couldn't moan or produce almost any sound, but she growled so powerfully that the closest thing you could relate to it was a small rabid animal.

If it weren't for you holding her in your arms, you were sure Soyeon would have collapsed to the shower floor, but that wasn't going to happen, not while you were still giving her the fuck of a lifetime. Your left arm continued around her body, but the arm you had on her neck was pushed out, this allowed her to breathe properly again, but all you wanted was to place your hand on the back of her head and press one side of her face hard against the glass.

"Fffffuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!" she yelled with her voice already broken and raspy, her body wildly bouncing thanks to the crashes of your pelvis against her ass, "I'm gonna fucking cum again, shit shit shiiiiiiiiiit!!!"

You were also close to your orgasm, and feeling the strong pulsations of her pussy around your cock again made you cum almost against your will. You didn't come out of her this time, so all your load went deep into her tight cavern; you both became a trembling mess of moans and shudders, Soyeon more than you, but it was up to you that she didn't collapse, a task that was difficult for you to carry out since you were focused on completely unloading inside one of the most talented rappers of the industry, you moaned with your eyes closed just like her, until you stopped your thrusts.

There was nothing more than agitated and ragged breaths at that moment, you were still inside her, but you had already loosened your grip so that both of you could relax.

"You… you came inside me," she gasped, "definitely, I've never met a motherfucker as audacious as you."

"I don't hear you complaining," you replied, then pulled out of her, letting the lack of your meat plug cause all the cum to spill out of her pussy onto the shower floor.

"It's because I have no complaints, it always feels good to have a big fucking hot load inside me," Soyeon turned to look you in the eye, her hands on your chest as she kissed your chin, then gave you a little push and fell to her knees in front of you, to put your cock in her mouth and make it completely clean once more.

She stood up again to turn off the shower, then came back with you to wrap her arms around your neck.

"Uhm... do you want to go out for something to eat and get to know each other better?"

The question took you by surprise, you didn't expect such an offer from her, you were already thinking that after that night you were going to fall into oblivion for another year, and you had no illusions whatsoever. However, this was the first time that you could tell that she was really interested in you.

"I... I mean, sure! Yes!" you nodded, a smile on your face.

"Nice, you seem like exactly the guy I need in my life, you're cute, sassy, and you have an amazing cock," she said with a mischievous smile, before giving you a peck on the chest, "c'mon, let's go out."

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holdmytesseract · 4 months

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Hello bestie!!

First of all congratulations for 2k!!🎊🎊❤ I absolutely loveee your idea of the campfire and I'm here for it 🙋🏻‍♀️

Character: Tom hiddleston

Song (505 by arctic monkeys) :

"But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye"

Maybe some angst with a happy end (?) Cant wait what you come up with!! Lots of love <3🤍🎀

Hard To Say Goodbye

Warnings: angst? fluff, dad!Tom!

Word Count: blurb

a/n: @muddyorbsblr helped me a bit along and inspired me, so this happened. I really hope you like it, friend! 💚

"You'll have to fly to Hawaii tomorrow?" You responded kinda shocked; trying your hardest to keep your focus on the road. From the other end of the line, you received a deep sigh. "Tomorrow, yes." You stopped at a red light and blew a raspberry into the heated air of the car.

"Evie isn't going to like this, babe... She really looks forward to spend the second week of the autumn holidays with us. Well, especially with you..."

Another deep, almost painful sigh escaped your husband's lips. "I know, darling, I know... It hurts me to the core, but I can't change it. I signed up to this. It's my obligation to be there. If I would've know that they wished to start shooting Skull Island in October, I would've planned things differently."

Hearing Tom's words caused you to feel bad as well. You didn't mean to blame him or wanted him to blame himself.

"Babe, please stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault. I'm just sad for our baby." "Me too, love..." Tom swallowed hard. "Did you pick her up already?" "No, I'm just on my way to your mom's." "Alright... I'll be home in about an hour as well. Then I'll talk to Evie, okay?" You nodded to yourself. "Alright. See you later. Love you, babe." "I love you, too."

After picking up your excited six-year-old and drove back home, Tom was already home as well. The light in the bathroom was switched on and the delicious smell of his aftershave, shower gel and cologne mingling in the air was proof enough. "Baby, I think daddy's home already from his gym session," you told Evie with a smile on your face as you helped her untie her shoelaces.

An excited gurgle left her lips. "I missed daddy so much!" You giggled; knowing very well that she did. Evie was a daddy's girl - from the very day of her birth. "I know, sweetie. I-" The sound of a door falling into it's hinges cut off your sentence.

Tom had left the bathroom.

Evie's eyes widened. She quickly and clumsily kicked off her shoes, "Daddy!" and stumbled to run around the corner. "Daddy!"

Tom had barely closed the door behind him, when he heard the sound of small feet against the wooden floor and his daughter's happy voice. A big smile stretched across the actor's face. He squatted down; still only in boxers, due to fact that he just took a shower and waited for Evie to run into his arms.

And she did.

"Daddyyyy!" The little girl with blond-brown locks squealed and threw herself in her father's arms. "Hey, sweetheart." Tom lifted her off the ground; hugging his daughter tightly and inhaling her scent. He had definitely missed her. "I missed you so much, peanut." Evie giggled and cuddled closer against Tom; wrapping her little legs around his bare waist. "I missed you, too."

Tom peppered her forehead and cheek with kisses, before he slowly let her stand on her own two feet again, but still squatted down to be on eye level with the child. "Did you have a great few days at granny's? Did you keep her on her t- Oh, hello, darling."

You had get rid of your shoes as well and decided to join the small family reunion - but now your body was struggling between suffering from an ovary explosion because of the cuteness Evie and Tom radiated together, or drooling all over your husband. Since he had to start training for his role as James Conrad in his upcoming movie 'Kong: Skull Island', he built up a lot of muscles - and now that he was almost naked, it really showed.

You swallowed; trying hard not to lose your shit in front of your daughter.

"Hey, babe."

Tom quickly picked up Evie again and walked over to you, in order to press a kiss on your lips. You threatened to burst.

"Daddy, can we go play? Nana got me a new doll for my tea parties!" Tom reluctantly broke the kiss and nodded at the girl on his arm. "Of course, peanut. You still have to tell me what you did together with granny. I just have to get dressed. Go already ahead, okay?" She nodded and happily jumped down the hallway towards her room.

In the meantime, you got your brain working properly again; remembering that you could have this handsome man all to yourself tonight.

You placed your palms on his muscular pecs. "You should really talk to her, babe..." Tom nodded sadly; arms enveloping your body. "I have to, I know." You cupped your husbands chiselled cheeks and kissed him lovingly. "I'll start dinner."

The rest of the evening was overshadowed by Tom having to leave for Hawaii tomorrow. Evie always hated it, when her father left the country to film, but in that very moment, it made her even sadder - and that didn't change no matter how much Tom tried to make it up to her.

And the next morning wasn't better...

Thick crocodile tears ran down Evie's face as she watched Tom packing his last few things. "Daddy don't go," she sobbed; clinging onto Tom's leg.

His heart broke all over again. He couldn't help himself but to lift her up in his arms again. She was getting pretty heavy now. After all, she wasn't a toddler anymore, but the Brit didn't care at all. She was his little girl and his fatherly instincts strong.

"I am so sorry, peanut. Daddy doesn't want to leave, but unfortunately he has to. It's his job, you know..." He pressed a kiss against her cheek and gently brushed her tears away with his thumb. "I promise you, that I'll call you every night for your bedtime story." Evie rubbed her red, teary eyes. "And before I go to school?" Tom nodded. "And before you go to school."

That reassured the girl at least a little bit.

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flyinghassassin · 1 year

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Web of Lies

Summary: You arrived Westview searching for a happy life,but Wanda realized your plans.

Word count: 2400ish

Warnings: Angst,Hurt/Comfort,fluff,Agatha being a flirty menace.

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A cheerful voice brought you out of your thoughts.

"Hello,Y/N, How are you?"

"Hi,Mrs. Maximoff, I'm fine. Thanks for asking. How are you?"

"I'm fine,thanks sweetie,but please call me Wanda; Mrs. Maximoff is too serious; we are next door neighbors; you have stayed at my house to eat or watch my children when I was busy," she replied smiling.

"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Maxi—I mean Wanda," you said.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she smiled. "This afternoon, Vis and I are going to organize the neighborhood meal; would you like to come? You just got to Westview a little while ago; I guess you don't know everyone yet. If you want to go, it's at 5:00 p.m."

"I'll try to come,but I'm not sure if—"

You were interrupted by the voice of a black-haired woman.

"Wanda,look at that pretty dress," said the raven-haired woman, pointing at the purple dress with gold ribbons.

You had seen her before, walking with Wanda or near the park. Her name was Agape, or something like that.

"My name is Agatha Harkness,hun. And yours?" She said it almost as if she had read your mind.

"Y/N, Miss Harkness. Pleased to meet you," you replied.

"Wanda,you never told me you had such a good-looking and well-mannered friend," said Agatha,nudging Wanda lightly with her elbow.

Wanda sighed and resumed talking to you.

"You're going to the neighborhood meal, then?" asked Wanda. "I'd love to have you there."

"Hun,you totally have to come. The food Wanda makes seems almost magical," she smiled. "Plus, I'd love to have you there too." she winked.

"Well, if you put it that way, I'll have to go." You smiled back.

"I'm glad, Y/N; the twins will be very happy to see you," Wanda said.

"I'll be glad to see you too, hun," said Agatha, winking. "See you later," she added, giving you two effusive kisses on the cheek, making you smell her perfume.

After saying goodbye to both women, you went to your house, and after looking left and right and checking that no one was looking at you, you opened the door.

You left your keys on a table in the hall, took off your shoes, and went to your room.

You took your phone out of your pocket and called the only number you had on that cell phone.

"Agent Y/LN speaking. I need to contact Tyler Hayward."

"Right away, agent," replied the voice on the other end of the line.

"Agent Y/L/N,I was told you wanted to talk to me."

"Yes, director,I have news about the mission at the Westview anomaly."

"Oh yeah? Good work, agent. Add the information to the device created to do the investigation. Any more information you want to disclose?"

"Yes director. I've been invited by Maximoff to the neighborhood potluck."

"Excellent. It will be a good opportunity to gather more information."

"Yes, Director."

"Don't make contact until absolutely necessary, agent. Things are tense, and we can't allow her to suspect you. Our other agent may be in danger of being discovered."

"Should I inform her?"

"No agent. Continue with the investigation," Hayward said before hanging up.

After Hayward hung up, you pulled out a small rectangular device with a button in the center.

From it emerged a hologram that displayed all the information you had gathered about Wanda and the anomaly, along with photos of her and other Westview locations and advertisements, connected to holographic threads with other information, creating a maze of threads, photos, and notes.

You added some more information that you had gotten, creating a data entry for Agatha Harkness and the meal you were going to attend.

After this, you rested for a while and prepared to attend the meal.

You got dressed, grabbed a couple of bottles of booze from the fridge, and headed towards the place where the neighborhood parties were being held.

You greeted the neighbors you met and went to Wanda, who smiled broadly when she saw you arrive.

"There was no need to have brought those drinks,honey."

"Don't worry, Wanda; you invited me, so it seemed like the right thing to do," you replied, smiling. "Where do you want me to leave them?"

"Put them in that cooler over there, along with the rest of the drinks".

You nodded, and after leaving the bottles, you went back to Wanda.

"I'm so glad you were encouraged to come, Y/N."

"Thanks, Wanda. Anyhow, I didn't have much to do this afternoon."

"Enjoy the food,honey. It's on that table over there."

"If you need help,let me know, Wanda." You smiled,trying to hide your true intentions as a S.W.O.R.D. agent. By talking to Wanda,she might relax and inadvertently reveal some secrets that could be useful.

"Don't worry, sweetie, enjoy."

You smiled and headed to the table,grabbing some food and pouring yourself a glass of your favorite drink.

You were talking to some of your neighbors and Wanda until a woman interrupted the conversation you were having with some neighbors.

"I'm so glad you could make it,hun," said Agatha. "Allow me to steal this extremely good-looking neighbor," she added, dragging you out of the conversation.

You let Agatha drag you to one of the tables in the corner and started talking with an abundance of flirting on her part, sometimes making you blush and stumble with your words.

However, thanks to the conversation, you managed to get important information about Wanda: she and her husband, Vision, had had a strong argument, which culminated with him leaving the house to go to sleep somewhere else.

After lunch, you went home and added the new information you had obtained to the information you already had.

After that, you went back to contact Hayward.

"Agent Y/L/N, I told you not to contact me again. This is the second time you have called me today."

"Director, I have important information."

"Release it right now, agent. If it's not good enough, I'm going to relegate you to desk duty."

You rolled your eyes when you heard this. You were one of the best agents S.W.O.R.D. had, and both Hayward and you knew it.

"Vision, the android synthroid, has had a falling out with Maximoff. They're not together right now."

"Great time to strike. I'll get the troops ready then and warn the agent we have there. Too bad Maximoff found out; now you're the only one there."

"This information had not been communicated to me."

"It was not deemed necessary."

"My safety is important. I believe that-"

"Silence, agent. Prepare for attack."

"Director, one last thing. I don't think Wanda is aware of the damage she causes people in the hex."

"I don't care about that. We're going on tonight. Grab your gear and get ready," Hayward replied dryly before hanging up.

"What an asshole!" you muttered.

You prepared your equipment and weapons and waited for nightfall so you could carefully escape from your house and join the rest of the agents.

"Agent Y/L/N, you finally arrived," said Hayward sarcastically.

"I live in Westview; I have to be careful not to be suspected."

"Nonsense. Get ready. Maximoff is coming."

You nodded, rolling your eyes, and after girding your helmet on your head, you waited for Wanda to arrive.

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The mission had not gone as expected.

Wanda had controlled the soldiers to target Hayward, and after a tense discussion, she returned to the hex, but not before taking an agent hostage.

She dragged you to her house without saying a word to you,and after arriving at her house, she took you to her basement and, with a snap of her fingers,chained you to a chair.

"Trying to attack my house doesn't seem like a good idea," she said, her voice marked by her Sokovian accent and anger.

You didn't respond, so she wouldn't recognize your voice.

"Oh, so the agent doesn't respond? Let's see who's behind this helmet, shall we?" She said, pulling the helmet off your head.

When she saw your face, it fell to the ground.

"You," she said, her voice marked by surprise and anger.

"Wanda,I'm sorry,I-"

"Shut up!" she snarled,her eyes glowing red. "Really Y/N? You've been in my house, you've been taking care of my kids,and it turns out that all this time,you were working for S.W.O.R.D."

"Wanda, I-"

She held up her hand, shushing you using her magic.

"You lied to me, Y/N. I let you into my house,I talked to you about my family,everything I lost,and this is how you repay me?" she said,tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Wanda, I'm sorry; I never meant to hurt you!"

"You never meant any harm." Wanda laughed dryly. "Lies. You took advantage of me,just like Monica! All S.W.O.R.D. is the same!"

"Is Monica okay?" you asked,with a lump in your throat.

"Yes. But I don't think she's going to be able to say the same about you. You're going to stay here,in chains,watching me destroy your beloved S.W.O.R.D.," he said menacingly,his eyes glowing red.

"Wanda, please,if you surrender peacefully, you can get a deal,but if you attack, you will lose all your chances."

Wanda walked up to you and grabbed your chin hard.

"Shut up before I send you back to S.W.O.R.D. so they can finish you off. For the hostage to come back safe and sound from a person as dangerous as me is not a good sign, is it?"

You nodded in fear.

"Wanda, please don't do anything you might regret."

"Do you regret all the harm you have done to me?" she replied hatefully. "Surely every time you spoke to me it was to get information out of me. Every smile,every joke, and every day taking care of my children was just one more opportunity for you. More information,more ideas on how to steal everything from me."

You didn't respond.

"Answer me Y/N!"

"I'm sorry, Wanda. I really am."

Wanda scoffed and turned away before glaring hatefully at you once again.

Then she went to your house, and with a flick of her wrist, the door opened, and she entered your house.

She walked to your room, looking for something you could gather information on.

After a few minutes, she found a cell phone and checked the contacts; there was only one: Tyler Hayward.

She called, and a male voice answered.

"Agent Y/LN,are you okay?"

"Your beloved agent can't come to the phone right now, Hayward. You've tried to trash everything I cared about,so now I'll return the favor."

"Wanda-"

The call was cut short when Wanda hung up and threw the cell phone on the floor,walking out of your house.

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Hayward's face denoted anger.

"Get a team ready. Now. The witch is going down."

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Your mind was racing, looking for ways to get out of the chains that were trapping you.

After trying but not succeeding, you decided to take the last decision you had left: dislocate your thumbs so you could remove your hands and try to get the chains away from your body.

With a grunt of pain, you succeeded and pulled the chains away from your body.

You stood up, put your thumbs back in place, and grabbed your helmet.

You looked around the basement you were in to see if you could find any weapons, and after a while, you found your gun.

You checked and saw that you only had three bullets left.

You put on your helmet, and after putting on your bulletproof vest, you left Wanda's house to prevent her from dying.

After walking for a while, you reached the edge of the hex and got out.

You could hear the screams of agents, the sound of bullets, and the smell of gunpowder in the air, so you quickly went there.

You found Wanda, with a couple of cuts and a bloody nose, surrounded by several agents with some kind of electric gun that prevented her powers from working properly.

Your gaze met Hayward's, and at that moment, you made a decision. S.W.O.R.D. or Wanda The decision was easy.

You raised your gun and pointed it at one of your former comrades' weapons, causing an explosion of sparks to fly out of it and knock him out.

Wanda used that moment of surprise to knock out more agents while you ran to one of the cars, knocking out the driver with the butt of your gun and starting the car's engine.

A mixture of surprise and hatred crossed Wanda's face, and it was in that moment of distraction that a bullet pierced her shoulder, causing her to fall to the ground in pain.

You went to her aid, firing the two bullets that you had left and quickly pulling Wanda into the "borrowed" car.

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When Wanda opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was your worried face.

She tried to get up, but a piercing pain shot through her shoulder.

"Careful, even if I took the bullet out of you, you're still hurt."

"Where the hell are we?" asked Wanda.

"My house. We'll be safe here for the time being."

"Why?

"Why what?

"Why did you save me?"

You sighed.

"Wanda, I really care about you. It may have been a mission for S.W.O.R.D., but it wasn't for me. I really cared about you. You were someone I could trust."

"Where are my children?"

"I left them my movies and food and told them you were with me to prepare a meal and discuss some stuff so you'll sleep here this night."

"Thank you."

You nodded and stood up.

"I'll bring you the food."

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You were awakened by a cry of pain.

You quickly ran to the room where Wanda was and found her sitting up in bed, wincing in pain.

"Have your stitches opened up?"

"N-No, it was just a bad dream."

"Do you want me to stay here just in case?"

Wanda hesitated, but after a few seconds, she nodded.

You pulled up a chair and stood next to the bed.

In a moment of boldness, you grabbed her hand.

"I'm going to show you that I really care about you, Wanda. I promise."

A smile bloomed on Wanda's lips.

"If you give me a dish this good again, I might start to believe it."

"Rest assured," you said. "Sleep," you said, giving Wanda a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be here for you."

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daughterofcain-67 · 10 months

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𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: Dean Winchester + mistletoe + you'd make a cute elf = chef's kiss (@atrox-fortuna)

Hello sweetie! I absolutely loved this idea and had a great time writing this and I really hope you enjoy this! Thank you again for suggesting this idea, love! ❤️❤️❤️

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: Oh okay. Dean Winchester and Beau Arlen for all of them. Secret Santa and you’d look cute as an elf for both. Sitting by a fire. Both. Yes to alllll (@hobby27)

Hi sweetness! I’ve got a number of ideas for both Beau and Dean but I hope you enjoy this one for “you’d make a cute elf” and I will be sure to tag you in other posts with Secret Santa and Sitting by a Fire! Thank you for your support, Love ❤️❤️❤️

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Christmas isn’t celebrated often by the Winchesters and it mostly depended on if they were tangled up in saving the world again or occupied with another hunt. This year, though, you wanted to make sure Sam and Dean would be able to celebrate the holidays and enjoy themselves for once.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: None, just a bunch of Christmas fluff!

The Holiday season seemed to be up in the air every year for the Winchesters. Sometimes they would be able to celebrate, other times they were typically on yet another hunt and they were neck deep in whatever they were doing to celebrate. Let’s say the average Christmas the Winchesters had was maybe once every five years or so.

This year, though, you were determined to give the Winchesters the best Christmas they’ve ever had, whether they were on a hunt or not. You noticed that in the three years that you’ve lived in the bunker with them, that they never even decorate! This would be your fourth Christmas with the brothers and you were determined for that to change.

This was your favorite time of the year, not that it was necessarily always wonderful like the song implied, but you were the type of person that liked to give gifts, you liked to surprise people. You wanted to surprise Sam and Dean and make them happy, give them something to look forward to even though they didn’t know they were supposed to look forward to something when they’d come home.

Dean, your boyfriend of a year and a half, and his little brother were off in Montana somewhere for a week for some hunt that they thought could be a Wendigo. You wouldn’t know the results of the hunt until they would come back but in the meantime, you had a mission of your own.

You took one of the bigger vehicles in the Bunker’s garage, one that had a big enough bed in the back to fit whatever decorations you needed. Of course you knew that you could always order offline, but you wanted to go out and about. There was just something different about shopping in person every once in a while that you enjoyed.

You found yourself at the nearest Walmart and you were glad that it was still early December so not all of the decorations were limited. You went to the holiday section in the store and saw all of the different ornaments and began to wonder what the boys would like.

“They’re all about flannel…” You spoke to yourself under your breath so you started to look at some red and black, possibly some silver ornaments. You saw some of those colors and you picked them up and put them in the cart you were pushing around. Then you came across the other ornaments that were a little more random, others would call them a little more personal.

Your eyes widened when you saw two specific animals, a moose and a squirrel. Both of them were wearing adorable little Christmas caps and you instantly picked them up and put them in the cart, knowing you couldn’t possibly pass those up. Then you saw a computer ornament that would be perfect for Sam, a pie for Dean, a pair of cowboy boots because you knew Dean liked his cowboys and western tings, then you picked up a magnifying glass for Sam since he liked true crime related things with serial killers and unsolved mysteries.

Then you were even able to find some ornaments for yours and the boys’ friends and you thought they would be good additions to the tree. You grabbed a fairy for Charlie since she liked fantasy, although you thought it would be better if it were a dragon or even a D20, but maybe you could find something like that online if you changed your mind later down the road. For Jody Mills, you found a star since she was a sheriff. For Garth, you found a little wolf since he was a lycanthrope now. As for some of your other friends, you would need to shop online for some of their ornaments such as Castiel. You thought it would be a little too cliche to get angel wings as Cass’ ornament, but maybe a trenchcoat? Or possibly a giraffe since you knew Crowley had called him that once or maybe twice.

Along with the ornaments, you grabbed some red and silver garland and you even found some red cardinals that you thought were adorable, so you picked up a few of those as well. They were one of your favorite birds especially since you liked the meaning behind them and what it meant when one would visit you.

While you were on the hunt for any other decorations for the bunker, you could hear your phone ringing. You pulled out the device from your pocket and smiled when you saw Charlie’s name pop up on the screen. You answered the call instantly and held up the phone to your ear, “Hey, Stranger!”

“What’s up, bitch!” You laughed at her typical greeting.

“It’s good to hear from you! How’ve you been?” You asked as you grabbed a wreath for the door.

“I’ve been good. Little busy now that I’ve started hunting too, but it’s nothing too hectic right now. What have you been up to?” Charlie asked on the other line.

“Well, other than struggling to keep the boys in line when they’re home, things have been pretty good. I’m actually at the store getting some decorations for the bunker as a surprise. You know it’s been almost four years since I’ve lived with them and they haven’t celebrated Christmas?”

“Damn, that long? Well I know they’ll be super excited. You said it was a surprise? Are they gone from the bunker right now?”

“Yeah, some hunt in Montana. They’ll be gone for a week so I wanted to do this while they were away.”

“Well let me help you! I’m in the neighborhood right now actually so I can help you decorate the joint so you don’t have to do it all by yourself.” She insisted and you grinned.

“Really? That would be a great help.”

“Of course! You know I’d do anything for you and those boys! Do you want me to pick up anything before I head on over?” Charlie asked and you hummed as you tried to think.

“Well, not that I can think of right now. But how long will you be in town? I’m starting to wonder if we should have some kind of tree decorating party or something at the bunker and get some friends over.” You admitted.

“People still do that kind of thing? Honestly I probably won’t be in town that long but I’ll make you a deal for next year. If you manage to decorate the bunker next year and you plan out a tree decoration party or whatever, then I’ll go and even let Garth know about it if I run into him!” Charlie promised.

“But for now since it’s been a while for the boys, what if the three of you decorated the tree by yourselves this year and make it special. And don’t forget the mistletoe.” You could hear your friend chuckle on the other line and you smiled.

“Yeah, I supposed Dean would get a kick out of that.” You chuckled.

“Let me know when you’re on the way back to the bunker and I’ll meet you there!”

After the phone call you realized that you had gotten a text from Dean and you grinned. It was sweet that he would check in every once in a while when he was away on a hunt just so you knew he was okay and hadn’t been killed or anything like that.

DW: Hey, Sweetheart. Sammy and I got to the hotel already and now we’re off to the camp grounds to see if this really could be a Wendigo we’re dealing with.

Y/N: Hey! I’m glad you guys made it to the hotel! If you need anything just let me know, and be safe out there!

DW: Will do, Darlin. I’ll call you sometime tonight.

You smiled at the thought of him calling that night.

When you put the phone in your pocket, you left the decoration section and started looking at Christmas trees. You wanted the perfect tree to put in the Bunker. You weren’t sure if you wanted the tree to be pre-lit or not, although it would be a little more convenient that way. You didn’t exactly want to struggle with untangling those lights.

Honestly you hadn’t had any idea the types of trees people came up with. You were under the impression for so long that Christmas trees were just green, sometimes pre-lit, but the only difference you thought of were the sizes. But as you walked through the store, you saw that there were white trees, some of the trees had some sort of artificial snow on them, some of the trees were different colors like pink, red, purple or even blue, and you saw some black trees as well.

You supposed a lot of people were more creative to come up with some sort of themes and use these trees. Maybe they used Pinterest a lot. You thought the boys would prefer a traditional tree, so that was what you were going with.

Once you found the perfect tree for the Bunker, you bought it and one of the workers helped you get it to the car. You just hoped that this little surprise would put a smile on Sam and Dean’s faces.

They deserved a little positivity in their lives.

That week seemed to have passed by faster than you thought that it would and you couldn’t thank Charlie enough for helping you decorate the Bunker earlier this week. The place looked great and you were so excited for their reactions.

You knew that the boys would be coming home tonight so you decided to go ahead and make something for dinner. You knew Dean needed a break from the burgers and fries, at least according to both you and Sam.

You were in the kitchen and you were making some Philly cheesesteak stuffed bell peppers. It was simply a recipe that you found off Pinterest that was a little different. It was something a little healthier that you knew your boyfriend’s brother would appreciate. You thought Dean might like the Philly cheesesteaks aspect of it, but just incase he didn’t you had a cherry pie baked.

While you were in the middle of taking peppers out of the oven so you could put the pie in the oven, you heard the door open followed by two sets of footsteps. Of course you knew exactly who they belonged to and once you put the pie in the oven, you took off your apron and started walking out so you could see the look on their faces.

Just as you were beginning to make it into the bunker you could hear Dean’s voice first, “Y/N?”

“I’m here.” You chuckled and both the boys saw you from the top of the stairs before looking back out in the lobby area of the bunker.

You and Charlie had strung up lights along the railing of the stairs, there were lights wrapped around the pillars that would lead to each room. On the table that was practically a global map, you had a red and black plaid flannel tablecloth as well as some cotton stuffing to resemble fake snow on the table. On top of the stuffing, you had a little Christmas village that had sort of a western theme to it that you knew Dean would love.

Of course that would be the first thing the boys would see but you had a bit more up your sleeve than that.

“Hey, boys! How did it go?” You asked with a smile as the two started walking down the stairs.

“It went well, but what is all this? When did you have the time for all of this?” Dean asked.

“Well while the two of you were out this week, I thought I’d decorate the place.” You grinned proudly.

“This looks amazing, Y/N. You didn’t have to do it all by yourself, did you?” Sam asked and you shook your head.

“Nope. Luckily for me, Charlie happened to be in town so she helped me out with a lot of it, if not most of it. I just wrapped up the finishing touches this morning.” You admitted.

“Wait, Charlie was here too? She was in on this whole thing?” Dean asked and you nodded.

“Yep! I told her that it would be a surprise for you boys and she hopped right on the opportunity to jump in when she could. But now she’s on her way to Wyoming if I’m not mistaken.”

“We’ll definitely have to give her a call and tell her thanks for the help on this.” Dean insisted and you smiled.

“And I’m sure she’d love to get a call from the both of you. Now go and wash up so we can eat dinner. You both smell like sweat and Wendigo guts.” You laughed.

“Alright, alright. We’ll go.” Sam said and he was the first to walk off to the library.

“Thanks for the surprise, Darlin.” Dean said before he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Oh this isn’t all of-“ you started to add before you were interrupted.

“Dean! You’re gonna want to see this!” You both could hear Sam calling from the library, causing you to smile a little smugly.

“What did you do?” Dean asked you, only for you to shrug.

“Why don’t you go with your brother and find out?” You smirked.

Dean raised a brow before he started walking into the library. You walked beside him because you couldn’t wait to see the reaction on his face. The moment when you saw Dean’s expression turn from confusion to excitement, you knew that all of this was worth it. This was exactly the expression you wanted to see as you watched the smile appear on his face.

“Holy smokes!”

On the tables where Sam, Dean and you all tended to do research, you had some plaid table clothes that matched the one in the lobby. These just didn’t have any snow or villages on them. Instead, these tables still had the lamps on top of them but they also had some candles that would make the room smell a little more like Christmas when they were lit up.

Along the bookshelves, you had some lights on the tops of them as well as some more of the fake snow. There were some penguins and some polar bears on the tops of the shelves that weren’t occupied by some kind of legendary weapon and what not. Then on the other pillars in the library, you had wrapped some lights around those as well.

Finally, in the opening and in front of the telescope at the end of the library was a tall, pre-lit, plain looking Christmas tree that was just waiting to be decorated.

“Y/N, this just keeps getting better and better! This is amazing!” Dean insisted and you chuckled a little.

“I’m glad you like it, but you guys go ahead and wash up and get dressed in something more comfortable. I’ll finish up with dinner and after that we can decorate the tree.” You insisted.

“You sound like such a mom, Y/N” Sam laughed and you snickered.

“Careful, Sammy. She could take your laptop privileges if you don’t do what she says.” Dean teased back.

“Or I can take your pie privileges and you won’t get any after dinner. Which would be a shame because it’ll be fresh out of the oven too.” You said and put your hands on your hips.

“She told you. And it would be a shame if you lost pie privileges. It smells like it’s cherry too.” Sam said.

You watched as Dean’s eyes widened and he rushed to the room so he could hurry up and get washed up and changed, causing you and Sam to laugh amongst yourselves. It was like there was nothing on God’s earth that could keep Dean away from pie.

Once everyone was changed into something more comfortable you guys ate dinner. Sam was dressed in a navy blue v-neck with some black pajama pants, Dean had a black t-shirt that was a little snug and some red and black plaid pajama pants, and you had on one of dean’s black shirts and some green sweatpants with a little snowman on one of the pant legs.

Dinner was a little amusing you supposed. Of course Dean complained about dinner not being something greasy like a burger or pizza. Sam seemed to like it though, but both you and Sam found it amusing that after the complaining, Dean ended up getting seconds. It never hurt to change things up a bit, give his intestines a change of pace.

Then a little while after, you guys had a slice of the cherry pie, which Dean practically inhaled in a matter of minutes. Then again you couldn’t expect anything less from the pie loving man.

After dinner, you cleared off the table and you three decided to go ahead and decorate the Christmas tree!

You played a little Christmas music in the background and watched as the two hunters tried to figure out how they should arrange the garland on the tree. Then came some of the cardinals, and eventually it was time for the ornaments!

“Where do you think people get the idea for some of these ornaments. I mean who decided it would be a good idea for these animals to be on a tree?” Sam asked while he was hanging up his little moose. Naturally it was in a higher spot on the tree since he was practically a giant.

“Maybe zookeepers wanted to have Christmas trees too.” Dean chuckled as he hung up his squirrel somewhere in the middle.

You smiled as you hung up the fairy that reminded you of Charlie on the tree. You hoped that all of your friends were doing well and that they would be able to celebrate Christmas too one way or another.

“Okay, random thought.” You started so you guys could have some kind of conversation while decorating, “Santa Claus… real or not real?”

“Are you kidding? No, he’s not real.” Sam said right off the bat.

“Wait, why not, Sammy? I mean we’ve come across less believable things. Hell, your imaginary friend turned out to be real.” Dean piped up.

“Come on, Dean. No one, magic or otherwise, cannot travel the entire world in a single night and manage to hit up every single house or apartment.”

“Okay but you forget,” You said, “Not all of the houses necessarily celebrate Christmas, nor do they have children in some of the houses. So that eliminates some of the houses that he would have to go to.”

“Yeah, not to mention that even with the houses that do have kids celebrating Christmas, they may not believe in Santa either and their parents buy them gifts instead. So there goes even more of the houses that he would need to visit.” Dean continued.

“Okay okay, I guess I’ll buy that argument but that still leaves like a zillion houses either way you look at it. And then there’s the amount of time that it would take for Santa to get to those houses. It takes Dean and I a couple of days to go to certain states just here in the US. Santa has to travel internationally.” Sam argued.

“Okay, while I firmly believe that Baby has a magic all her own, we don’t exactly have a sleigh or flying reindeer, Sammy.” Dean reminded.

“Have you guys stopped to consider the fabled magic Santa has? What if he’s just some kind of which or sorcerer? He could easily have placed a spell on the reindeer or even attached hex bags to the reins, or hidden them in the sleigh itself.” You reminded.

“Then there are the time zones. That could extend some of Santa’s time.” Dean chimed in.

“I’ll believe the hex bags, maybe the whole time zone thing. But until we actually come across Santa Claus himself on some random case, then I’ll believe it when I see him with my own two eyes.” Sam said skeptically.

“Such a skeptic, Sammy. Weren’t you the one that believed in angels before I did, way before we met Cass?” Dean laughed.

“That’s different!”

“Oh yeah? How’s that different?”

“Well there’s proof of Biblical events happening in history, and if evidence of miracles happening then angels had to be real too. Then Cass pulled you out of perdition as he likes to call it.” Sam reminded.

You smiled and shook your head as the boys bickered before you spoke again, “Guys, moving on. Why don’t we exchange gifts this year?”

“I don’t see why not. But if we did, who would play Santa that night and hand the gifts out to everyone?” Sam asked.

“I think that’s one of those things where we can cross that bridge when we come to it.” Dean answered, not really wanting to make that choice that early, but then he stepped back to look at the tree.

“I think this looks great.” He smiled fondly, then you and Sam took a step back to look at it as well.

“I do too. This turned out really great.” Sam said with a grin, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the work the three of you had done that evening.

You smiled as you admired the once plain looking tree now covered in red and silver garland, the red, black and silver ornaments turned out to look nice with the tree as well. The special ornaments to remember all of your friends and family gave it that personal touch it needed to be the perfect Christmas tree after all.

“Now all it needs is the topper.” You said.

Sam nodded and he walked over to the box and pulled out the silvery star to put on top of the tree since he was the tallest. After initially putting the star on, he had to adjust it a little but once it was on top of the tree, it was complete.

“Perfect.” You smiled happily.

“Alright… I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beat from the hunt and the drive home. I think I’m gonna head to bed.” Sam said and both you and Dean looked over.

“Rest well, Sam.” You insisted.

“We’ll take the day off tomorrow instead of looking for another case.” Dean said and Sam nodded.

“Sounds good to me. Night guys.”

You smiled to yourself whenever you watched Sam walking off, both boys deserved the day off. It was definitely well deserved.

Then you felt Dean’s arm wrap around your waist. You lifted and glanced up at him and saw that his attention was on the tree again. It was like he couldn’t get the smile off his face, which made you so glad. It was like it had been so long since he’s had a genuine smile like this.

“You aren’t happy, are you?” You asked in a joking tone.

“No, not in the slightest.” You snickered when he joked back before he looked down at you.

“You know, if you ended up being the ‘Santa’ this year, I could always be your elf.” You pointed out.

“And you’d make a cute elf. We’d have to make sure that Santa won’t come and snatch you.” Dean chuckled before he leaned down and pecked your lips.

“Oh! That reminds me!” You said and you got out of his grasp to go and look for one last thing.

Dean lifted a brow, the curiosity getting the best of him, and he watched you go through the boxes on top of one of the research tables as if you were looking for something specific.

Then he watched you pull out one of the most iconic plants this time of year other than the poinsettia. You pulled out some mistletoe that had a red ribbon tied in a bow attached to it. Dean couldn’t help but grin, “Really?”

“What?” You snickered.

“I can’t believe you actually went and bought some mistletoe.”

“I had to! I couldn’t resist.” You shrugged with an innocent look on your face, “Now, help me think of where we can hang this up.”

“I think I have an idea of where to hang it.” Dean spoke as he took the mistletoe from you, then he held your hand with his free one.

You lifted a brow but followed him, intertwining your fingers and you ended up at you shared bedroom door, making you smirk and look back at Dean, “Really? Here?”

“Why not? I think it’s the perfect spot.” Dean chuckled and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Fine, I suppose we can put it there.” You agreed and watched as Dean went into the bedroom and grabbed whatever tool’s he’d need to hang up the mistletoe. Eventually, he managed to screw a hook just above the door and he hung the mistletoe from it with some string, then he looked at it.

“There we go, I think that’ll work just fine.” He said as he set his tools down on the table in his room that was next to the door. You could watch him since his door was still open then he stepped back out where you were and you found yourselves beneath said mistletoe.

Dean placed a large hand on your hip and you stepped closer to him. Of course you knew this was the whole reason he wanted to hang the decor above his door, but you didn’t mind. Not actually.

You gazed into his eyes and saw that his gaze was softer than normal, “Thank you… for all of this. Honestly this has probably been one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.”

You grinned at his words before you reached up and placed your hand on his slightly stubbled cheek since he hadn’t shaved all week, and you felt him lean into your touch before you spoke, “I’m happy to do it for you.”

“Dean, both you and your brother deserve so much. You two risk your lives to save the world constantly. You deserve to have a merry Christmas instead of only celebrating it every so often. You’re so deserving of joy and happiness and this was honestly the least I can do.”

You watched as Dean moved his cheek from your hand as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before he looked down at you, “Y/N, you have already made me incredibly happy just by being by my side. I have that joy all year round just because I have you here and honestly, I don’t know what kind of a man I would have turned out to be if you weren’t here.”

“Probably someone that’s a little more reckless than usual maybe. Maybe a little more self sacrificial.” You teased and Dean playfully rolled his eyes, although he knew it likely would have been the truth.

“You know what I mean though.” Dean said and you nodded a little.

“I love you, Y/N.. more than you’ll ever know.” He said in a softened tone, causing your heart to race.

Sure you’ve said those words to each other before, but it was in the moments like these where the words held a different kind of weight to them.

“I love you too, Dean. More than words can express.”

You felt Dean’s hand move from your cheek to the back of your neck as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. Your eyes fluttered to a lose as you relaxed against his embrace. His touch always made you feel warm, comforted even. His kisses always seemed to take you out of reality.

Life may not have been perfect for these boys, but you knew you wouldn’t want any other kind of life. As long as you were with Dean, that was all you could ask for. Dean was the sweetest kind of addiction you could have had.

When Dean pulled away, he looked down at you and smiled. Then out of nowhere, he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around your waist as he carried you off into your shared bedroom.

As he shut the door behind himself, you leaned in and kissed him once more as the two of you enjoyed the night together.

Hello everyone! Thank you for reading! I hope all of you are doing well and enjoying your December so far! Love you all~

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dairyminki · 1 year

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this heavily reminds me of my san series ngl

✨️ part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: make it up to you

pairing: choi san x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff to suggestive real quick

warning/s: use of pet names (baby, babe, kitten)

wc: 879

a/n: hello hello to one of my fave persons here! this is just one of the many pics u sent me sooo sit back and enjoy ig?? helpsksks i'm really thankful for that san series of urs btw cos it was the reason we both started talking hehet,,,anyway! i hope u like this one luvv <333 and yes the pic do be rlly reminding me of ur san im screaming this was not so nice of u

*reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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San chuckles, hearing the frustrated huffs that manage to escape your mouth every now and then. He could practically see from the vanity mirror, currently in front of him, the little pout on your lips as well as your arms that are crossed against your chest.

You were already in bed, dressed in your bluish sanrio themed pajamas and—he bets—you're absolutely warm and comfortable under the comforter right now. Although, your furrowed brows say otherwise.

"What's my kitten pouting for, hmm?" San coos, a hint of teasing present in his tone. He has his head slightly angled to the right as he eyes his newly moisturized face in the mirror, two fingers pressing on his lips.

The thing is, he's currently intently admiring his no makeup face and he's not trying to deny that because—damn, he does look great.

You always tell him this, and there are still times that he can't quite put himself to believe it—not tonight though, obviously.

"If there's someone who resembles a cat more, between the two of us, it's gotta be you, Choi San."

San stills in his seat and his self-admiration comes to a halt.

You…

You just called him, San. Not sweetie, not darling, not bubba, and most of all, you didn't call him, Sannie.

Rather, you referred to him with his government name, and this was enough to relay to him just how deep your growing annoyance with him is now.

"Baby…" San softly says, he briefly lifts his butt off the stool as he turns to fully face you.

But when you make no effort to reply and simply cover your face with the comforter instead, he stands up and makes his way over to the bed.

San keeps sweetly uttering the endearment until the mattress dips due to his added weight and until the very moment that he's already laying beside you.

A whine comes out of San's mouth when he sees that you've managed to steer clear of his not so subtle attempt of caging you in his arms. You avoided him by rolling towards your left and viola!—you're now a human sized burrito.

"Baby!"

"Don't baby me!"

"But you're my baby!" San whines even louder.

"Yeah? And you kept this baby waiting for an hour when you promised you'd be done for only a few minutes," You argue, prying off the comforter from your face—San takes note of your slightly red face with a smile—your movements, sharp.

"Babe, I had to make sure that I've wiped every ounce of makeup from my face. Plus, I wanted to be presentable enough for you since we haven't seen each other for like a week," San squeaks, and he sees that you're trying your very best not to roll your eyes at him.

Instead, you scoff.

"You're pretty handsome already, Sannie. I always tell you that."

Ah, now there's that nickname he loves hearing.

Now lying on his side, San musters all the strength needed to pull you towards him—though, he didn't really need that much to do so. This action causes your body to be unwrapped from the comforter and ends with your face flat against his rock hard chest. San laughs when he hears you mutter an 'oof,' and then wastes no time to wrap you in his arms and entangle his legs with yours.

You were now his prey, trapped, and if he's merciful enough, he might just be contented in giving you a few kisses to make it up to you—despite your cute whines—for just a few seconds and then release you from his cage-like embrace, and call it a night, afterwards.

"Ou shmell good." San hears your muffled voice, and he giggles because of the light vibration your voice just made against his chest. And then you're pushing yourself away from him at arm's length, staring up at him.

"Have you been working out more, by the way? Your chest is…" You pause to clear your throat. "...rock solid." You continue, blushing.

San does his absolute best to stay calm despite your comment and your now flustered face. Instead, he makes it a mission to tuck every stray hair that fell and covered your face, behind your ear, and not meeting your eyes while he does so. And he was doing great, very great.

Well, that was until one of your hands gripped his muscly arm, and the other started playing at the neckline of his black tank top.

It's safe to say that the tables have turned and San was now the flustered one.

He is now the prey as he finally locks his eyes with yours. The dark gaze you were wearing was a clear indication that it won't just be cute kisses tonight—but rather, a hot long night filled with further lingering touches and kisses trailing down—

"Make it up to me?"

But, oh—San is very willing to make it up to you, alright. In fact, he might just not show mercy after all.

San hears you murmur, which enticingly pulls him out of his reverie. And then it happens so quickly, with San barely having any time to blink, that now you're already straddling his hips. San's chest heaves at the sight of you on top of him.

#san x reader #cromernet #pirateeznet #k-labels #Hiraya-M #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez x reader #san fluff #ateez fluff #ateez suggestive #ateez scenarios #dairyminkiwrites #dairyminki_atzsan #dairyminki's 300 milestone event #m: chokchokk #💌—dream.with.elle

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handsomemilo · 1 year

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hello sweetie! :D

i see that you want to write about descendants and i would absolutely love to share some requests i've been thinking about.

idk if you write ficlets, headcannons or oneshots, so you can write in the way you feel more comfortable! :)

so, the thing is, uma and harry (separately) x artist!reader (gn please!!) where the reader draw and write music and poetry about their lover/crush. i just want to see how they would react if they seen the readers art bcs i think it would be soooooo cute!

(im so sorry if you can't understand something, english isn't my first language.)

take care of yourself. love u!!

I love this so so much! thank you!

Hope this doesn't end up being too bad, I feel it was a little rushed (not because I felt I was being rushed just that I had a few thoughts that I needed to write before they were gone yk?)

I'm doing it so it's:

Harry Hook x painter/drawer!reader

And

Uma x music artist! Reader

To make it easier to imagine

Also I've kept it gender neutral dw and I've also written it so Uma and Harry are in Auradon when they meet you

Please feel free to request more at any point (I'm going to write for all descendants characters but mostly Harry Hook)

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Harry Hook

Let's imagine Harry has no idea who you are in the beginning

Some random person that's always seen drawing, painting, creating something.

He's seen some of your works hung around Auradon prep in expensive looking frames

He doesn't approach you for a while, in fact Gil is the first to meet you

Gil takes the same art course as you so you meet there when Gil had a bit of a paint disaster

Harry was originally cautious around you because he thought you'd be some stuck up art critique kind of person who was going to complain about Gil

But when you instead explain that you could see what he was trying to do but the actual execution of it wasn't great , Harry laughed with you

Overall your first meet was a positive one that was the beginning of a laughter filled relationship

Harry would always see you sat somewhere, in some weird position, scribbling away in your sketchbook

He eventually spots what you are drawing, or better yet who.

Him

He crashes.

All thoughts, Gone.

He's just staring at it for a good 5 minutes before you have to click your fingers in front of his face to wake him up.

"H- How, no, why are ye drawin' meh?" Heat rises to his cheeks and he slowly brings his thoughts back to Earth.

He'd already had been developing feelings for you since you two met. I mean you were nice to his friends, kind to him, he let you meet his sisters at one point and they seemed to even like you. You are fun to be around, you check that he's taking care of himself, you make sure he's not too bashed up from the sports he plays. What isn't there to like?

"You have a pretty face, nice to draw." He takes note of the blush that grows on your cheeks and the way you look off to the side with a shy smile growing. "I draw the people I like, the people I'm closest to."

His heart almost stops. Did you just try to kill him?! 'cause clearly you aren't aware of the way you make him feel.

I headcannon Harry to be Pansexual, as a pan person myself, so he was kinda well known on the Isle for being able to flirt with anyone he wanted for various reasons

But let me tell you, not once had he had the air knocked out of his chest from a few simple words.

You take his silence the wrong way and begin packing your things to go find somewhere to wallow in your shame, but Harry just drops to his knees in front of you.

"Please, draw meh, whenever ye want to." He is on his knees looking at you with the happiest smile he can muster and almost puppy like wonder in his eyes. "I'll be yours, if you'll be mine?"

Okay that bit came out a little too easy to him, he didn't really mean for that to happen.

But he can't complain since you agreed!

Everything you create for him, he treats like it's the most fragile item he's ever come in contact with

He's always showing it off though he's so appreciative of everything you do so he wants to show the entire world

When you feel down for not feeling your art is good enough, he's oddly prepared to show every bit of art you've ever given him with reasons on what makes it perfect to him

He may as well be prepared with a PowerPoint presentation on every one of your works he's seen

I fact he's probably prepared one somewhere, pictures, effects, transitions, the whole shebang!

He draws too, almost forgot to mention. I've got a little headcanon of him always doodling pirates on cool adventures when he was younger on the isle. I also like to imagine that there was a time where Evie and Harry liked to draw together but Evie drew Princesses and dress designs and Harry drew pirates which created some childish clashing between the two. So they'd stopped almost as soon as they started their little doodle hangouts

That's offtrack, sorry.

He gives you pictures of you in multiple different styles, each time it seems like he's trying to depict you as an angel of sorts

He also draws the Uma and the crew but he comes to check that he got everyone right with you

ART DATES.

YOU'RE GOING TO ALL THE MOST AESTHETICALLY PLACES HE CAN FIND

He may or may not let you take pictures of him for references as long as he can do the same with you, he's also pretty good at photography so he loves getting new picture of you with some fantastical background making you stand out so much more

Uma

Uma knew who you were when she arrived in Auradon, she'd heard your music played at cotillion

She couldn't complain about it, it wasnt her usual style but it was new and she liked that

When she had officially arrived she would notice you all around

Playing music for parties, proper events, even just around the school

Despite her not meeting you she subconsciously finds her way to you

She listens out for you whenever she can

She ends up actually meeting you thought Evie

Evie was designing everyone's outfits for a party so your fitting time overlapped into Uma's time. Uma didn't mind and in fact took the opportunity to tell you that she'd heard you around but hadn't had the chance to meet you

From then, you became quick friends.

Her feelings developed the more time she spent with you, she just loves listening to your music

She'd like to learn an instrument that would compliment your style of music so you could play together

She helps you with lyrics whenever you need the help

She first finds out that you write songs about your experiences and the people around you by looking at the lyrics for some of your songs

She finds it sweet that although you don't directly mention people, you can share the way you feel to them to those who will listen

But then she finds a song that's for her

I mean who else would it be for, she's the person you spend most of your time with and she's the pretty pirate with blue hair

She definitely looks over the lyrics and gets so giddy that she's kicking her feet with glee, when you walk in and see her smiling at the page she doesn't stop smiling

She immediately asks what you mean and when you tell her she latches onto you

Basically, she asks you out right then and there

Who are you to deny her? Of course you accept

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So sorry it took longer than I thought, and sorry Uma's part was shorter thats my dumb lil brain being dumb

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