#21 jump street x reader

[reareaotaku]

Please Love Me

Summary: You don't drink, because you know you always make stupid choices and that's what you did tonight Word Count: 3,449 Pairings: Yandere! Tom Hanson x Reader TW: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Tease Tom, Thigh Riding [Male Receiving], Orgasm Denial, Slight Angst, Blowjobs/Handjobs, Creampie, Drunk Reader, Friends w/ Benefits [I know I have a 21 Jumpstreet account, [@21jumpstreet-x-reader] but it's not very popular :( which is sad, because I love the show]

At first, you declined the drinks, but there was nothing worse than being the only sober person with a bunch of drunk people. One drink turned into two and two turned into five. You didn't know when it hit, but after taking a shot, your mind started to gush.

The room was spinning and you couldn't make out faces. You could hear people talking to you, but you weren't listening to them. In fact, your mind was else where. You were thinking about visiting someone.

You knew you shouldn't, you were co-workers, but you knew you wouldn't be able to make it home. Not in the condition you were in. He was close, you had been to his apartment before. In those fleeting moments where you both were more than co-workers. You didn't want anything committed, in fear of it getting inbetween your job, but it was hard to keep away.

He made it hard to leave or stay away, because everytime he touched you, your skin burned. You loved the way he felt against you and his breath down you neck. He must have liked the arrangement too, because he suggested you both be friends with benefits. When the bedroom door closed, you could have fun, but when they open, you're just co-workers again. On paper it was nice, until he decided that he didn't actually like it and gave you an ultimatum.

'If you want to keep messing around, I want to date you. I really like you, Y/n and I want our relationship to be something outside of sex.'

You shivered when his words came back to you. You liked Tom, but you didn't want to put yourself out there for a pretty boy. You didn't know if he was home or if he was still at the office, but it was worth a shot. The voice telling you this was a bad idea was getting lighter and lighter, until you could no longer hear it.

You lightly knocked on his door, a part of hoping you he wouldn't answer. You knew if he didn't you would just go home. There was silence and you turned to leave, but the door opened.

"Y/n."

You froze, your mind not agreeing with your body.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine-" You quickly swished around to see him.

He was hanging outside of his door, looking at you concerned. You looked down at your hands, your eyes dropping and your body slouches. He quickly caught you before you fell and brought you into his apartment. He lays you on the couch, before laying a hand on your forehead. His frown deepened, before you push your way to sit up.

"I'm fine." You grab his hand, pulling him in, "You're so pretty-"

He chuckles and you frown, letting go of him.

"I should go home. I shouldn't be here," You tried to get up, but he pushes you down. You glare up on him, "What the hell-"

"Oh, don't be like that, Y/n." He scoots your body back, so he can sit on the edge. "Are you thirsty?"

You giggle, grabbing his arm and pulling yourself up, leaning your chin on his shoulder, "Extremely~."

"What do you want to drink?" He was either a really good actor or he was clueless on your intentions. He was probably just ignoring your advances in fear of falling into your seductive nature and regretting it tomorrow.

"You," You walk your pointer and middle finger across his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" He decides to humor you a little. "Maybe if you're good, you can get some."

You pull yourself onto your knees, leaning on him, "I can be good."

He smirks, pushing some hair out of your face, "Oh, can you?"

"Mhmm," You hum, closing your eyes, before yawning.

"Tired, yeah?"

"No, I can go-" You look towards the door, your mind trying to convince you to leave so you don't not only embarrass yourself further, but also so you don't do something you'll regret.

"No." He grabs your wrist, pulling your chin to look him in the eyes, "Stay. Here, lay down. I'll be right back."

He forces you down and you decide to take the time to look around his living room. It wasn't anything special; It was definitely a room of a bachelor male. It was rather plain and boring when you thought about it.

He hadn't changed it since the last time you had been here. You looked over at the coffee table, your mind going to when he had you pounded up against it as he pounded into you. You remember the sound of his balls smacking against you and the sound of your cum mixing and swishing. You blushed a dark red, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts.

You feel your eyes slowly start to close, before a bottle is thrown at you.

"Catch."

You glare at Tom, as he sheepishly smiles, realizing he said it to soon. He sits at the edge by your feet, looking up at you.

"So."

"So." You look away from him, trying not to let the slutty thoughts consume your mind. You wanted him to do dirty things to you, but you knew he wanted more than that. More than sex. You guessed you should be greatful that he wanted you for more than sex. Grateful that he has fucked you all around his apartment and he wants to be in a relationship with you, but you were scared of being vulnerable.

"I'm sorry."

He looked over at you confused. You were worried that maybe your words were to slurred and he didn't understand you, but he did hear you.

"You're sorry? For what?"

"For leaving... You know- When you said it's either me or you have to leave." You push yourself up in a sitting position, avoiding eye contact with him. "I guess I'm scared."

"Scared? Of what? Me?"

You sigh, "No! Well," You bite your lip, "No... I'm not scared of you persay... I'm scared.... you'll you know." You finally looked at him and he was looking at you, expecting you to finish your statement. You groaned, rubbing your forehead. You tense up and look away from him again, "of being..... uh, vulnerable?"

You hear him chuckle and you blush out of embarrassment and glare at him.

"What's so funny?"

"I mean... Well, I'm vulnerable with you and yet you ignore me at work, go out of your way to avoid me-"

"Okay. I get it, I'm a terrible person."

"I'm not saying that." He pulls in closer to you, "But- I love you, Y/n and nothing you do will ever destroy these feelings. Even if you are a bitch to me."

You make eye contact with him. He's so close and that's when it happens. He kisses you. Well, you wouldn't really call it a kiss, but your lips were touching. When he finally pulled away, there was saliva connecting your mouths together. He was quick to kiss you again, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands went to the back of his hair, tangling into his hair.

He could kiss you forever. He loved you more than anything and god he wished you shared those feelings. He enjoyed when you both went undercover together, especially if you posing as a couple. Though, when you went undercover, but not 'together' he'd get so angry when seeing guys hit on you.

You were to pretty for guys like that. Also, they were just immature high school boys who could never please you like he does. He wanted to bash their heads in with a brick; Thankfully, he was always able to shake those thoughts off before they got too loud. He just wanted you so bad and sometimes he was willing to do anything to have you.

You were his air and he needed you to breath. But, even went those thoughts, he needed to back off so you could breath. You leaned back, your stomach twirling and your legs squeezing tighter. Your breathing was heavy, but Tom was ready to go again, so he shoved his head into your neck and started to kiss your neck to your shoulders.

You groaned, tightening your fingers into his hair. You push him in forward, as he groans in your ear. You pull up your leg, your thigh dragging on his crotch and you can feel him harden.

"God, you're already hard? Were you hard before or after I showed up?" You tease, brushing his hair with your fingers. God, it was so soft and pretty.

You hear him laugh, but he doesn't answer you. Instead, he continues to push his crotch into your thigh and he slowly rocks back and forth. You smirk to yourself, before deciding to help him out; You move your leg up and down, causing him to loudly moan. It made you excited that such a pretty boy was so turned on by you. It was empowering.

You felt him speed up his thrusting and you knew he was about to cum and you pulled your leg back. He quickly glares up at you, a heavy frown overtaking his face.

"What the hell, Y/n."

"What? You thought you could get off before me? That's not fair."

"Oh, you want to get off? I'll get you off." He quickly picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He opens a door, before slamming your back against the door, slamming it shut; His lips are quick to connect with yours. The kiss is sloppy and messy, feeling rushed, like he's kissing you for the last time.

You're thrown onto his bed, bouncing back a little. You hear some clothes russle and you can only assume he's stripping. You freeze for a second, realizing that you were really about to have sex with him, again. Just a few weeks ago, he was telling you he wasn't having sex with you if you didn't want to commit.

"Are you going to strip or do you want me to help you?"

You roll your eyes, but slowly unbuttoning your blouse, before throwing it across the room. You turn around, arching your back, "Can you get my bra, Thomas?"

You feel the bed dip, before feeling his fingers lightly graze your back and then a click. He then snakes his arms around your back, squeezing your now free tits and leaning his chin on your shoulder. You bite your lip as he squeezes and gropes your breast. One of his hands plays with your nipple, pinching and flicking it.

You lean into his chest, moaning, your hands gripping into his shoulders. You hear him chuckle as your nails dig into his skin and you just wanted him to fuck you already. Although, he seemed intent on teasing you.

"Tom- Please," You lightly beg, pushing your ass against his crotch.

"What baby? What do you want?"

You groaned, not knowing how to tell him what you wanted. You knew he would tease you if you asked him to fuck you.

"Well, if you don't want to tell me what you want, why don't you put that mouth to use and suck me off?"

Your brought down to his knees, his cock smacking against your cheek. You looked up at him, his hair messy and all over, some of the strands covering his face. God, if he wasn't so hot, you wouldn't be on your knees for him.

His dick was nice, thick and lean. It curved at the tip, which was once a nice pink, but now was a painful red. He had some light blue veins running up his cock, but they were probably showing because he was painfully hard. He had a nice brown, almost black, bush covering his balls that was groomed enough where you could still see said balls.

You pushed your hand up and down his cock, before lightly licking his tip. His slit was already leaking precum and you dragged your finger across it before sticking your finger in your mouth. You look up at him, as you suck on it, before popping it out of your mouth.

"Oh, come on. I know you can do more than that."

You smirk, thrusting your hand up and down his shaft, before finally stick his cock in your mouth. You lightly bobbed your head up and down, slurping up the precum that leaked out through his tip. You swirled your tongue around his cock, dragging it up and down, before popping his cock down your throat.

Your hand continued to work on the base of his cock, moving quickly. He was loudly groaning as you stuck his dick back inside your mouth. Your hands went to his balls, playing and feeling them up. You lightly massaged them, which caused Tom's eyes to roll back. God, moments like this enabled his delusions of dating you. You were to good and there was no way he was going to let another man have you.

He was a pretty man and you had told him that multiple times. Why, woman had been at his feet for as long as he can remember. He always fought with his exs, but he would never fight with you. He might get mad at you, but then he'd remember how good the sex is and he would get over it. Don't get him wrong, he loves you for multiple other things, [Ex. personality, your passion, etc] but god the sex was definitely a plus.

He's brought back to reality when he hears the slurping of you sucking his cock like a lollipop. His groans turn into moans as his hands grip the back of your head and he thrusts deeply inside of you, hitting the back of your throat. You were quick to grab his thighs, hoping to control the speed, but Tom was to far gone.

He quickly thrusted, before his legs began to spasm and he pulled out his cock, cumming all over your face and into your throat. His cum covered your face and when you touched your face, it stretched out. God, you felt so sticky and gross. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with his pasty, translucent cum. Some of the cum leaked out of your mouth, dripping down your chin and Tom couldn't imagine anything hotter. It really instilled in his mind that you were his and no other man could take you like this. They could try over his dead body, but they would never be him.

You swallowed what you could, still trying not to choke on the massive load. You look up at him, glaring, upset that he had gotten off before you, especially when you denied him before. Though, if there was one thing about Tom, is that he always got what he wanted. Maybe that's why you were with him now.

Tom helped you up, before pushing you on the bed. You groaned as he crawled on top of you.

"God, Tom, you're already hard again?" You taunt, not expecting him to respond.

"With your body it's hard not to."

You blush at his words, quickly looking away from him, but he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed. Well, actually, you look really pretty when you're blushing, but I might be bias." He kisses your cheek, before reaching down to his cock and grabbing it, before slowly grazing your entrance.

He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, as he goes down to your ass. He slowly pushes his tip inside of your pussy, painfully slow.

"Oh, don't tease me Tom, please-"

Did you know you made him crazy? Did you know that you made him want to do bad things to you. God, you filled his mind like a drug and he couldn't stop himself and he couldn't let you down.

He thrusted into you deeply, causing you to moan, surprised. His nails dig into your ass as he slowly thrusts inside you, creating a nice rhythm. His room filled with the echos of his heavy balls smacking your ass. He looked down, which he shouldn't have done, nearly cumming right then when seeing his dick imprint filling your stomach. Not to mention when he pulled out, a thin ring of cum covered his base.

Your stomach twisted and turned as he quickened his pace, causing the bed the shake and hit the wall. You could hear the squeak of the wall, barely covering up your moans.

"Uh, yeah, yeah- Uh!"

"Oh, Y/n~ Y/n~ Ugh. Mmm, mmm, ugh."

"Fuck- Oh, fuck yeah! Ahh! Yes Yes YES!"

The twist inside of you finally popped. He could feel your gummy walls squeezing him, before finally feeling your walls gushing as you cum all over his dick. He begins to quickly thrust inside of you, chasing his high, as it slowly becomes sloppy, until he finally cums inside of you.

When you felt him cum inside, your eyes widened when realizing you hadn't asked him to not cum inside or to even put on a condom. You groaned, mad that you let your lust cloud your judgement. It was fine, you'd just get some plan B tomorrow.

Tom watches as his cum, along with yours, leaks out of you. He could feel himself slowly harden again inside of your warm pussy, but when he saw your tired face, he knew that he wasn't about to get a round two. So instead, he pulls you in close, big spooning you, while still keep his cock inside of you.

You groaned, feeling him harden, but then his dick softens inside of you. You had been scared for a few seconds that he was going to go again, but when he pulls you into a cuddle, your fear quickly diminished. You leaned into him, accepting his affectionate, even though you knew you'd regret not leaving tomorrow.

---

You awoke with a banging headache. You didn't remember what had happened last night, but you were sure it wasn't good. You turned your head, your eyes going wide when seeing a familiar face. He looked surreal in his sleep and you wanted to reach out to touch him, but you were scared you were going to wake him. You slowly got out of the bed, only to be startled when seeing yourself naked.

You rushed to pick up your clothes, trying not to wake him. It must have been your unlucky day, because he was staring at you, confused when you had your back turned.

"Where are you going?"

You practically froze, hoping that maybe he would go back to sleep or he'd pretend he doesn't see you.

"You know I can see you, right?"

God, could he read your mind? You put on a smile, before turning towards him. "I'm hungry."

He hums, pulling off the blankets, before stretching out his back. There's a few cracks and he pushes himself out of his bed. He scratches the back of his neck and looked over at you with hooded eyes.

It was weird to you that he was butt ass naked, yet he was acting like he was fully clothed. It almost made you think he was narcissistic or maybe egotistical.

"Yeah... I'll make something. What do you want?"

"It's fine-"

"No. Don't leave." He goes towards his dresser, grabbing some clothes and you watch him, feeling strange, "I can't believe you were going to leave before I woke up. Not even a 'Fuck You'."

You feel a sting of guilt at the pain in his voice. "I just wanted to get something to eat."

"Sure... If you say so. Like I said, I'll make something."

You go to the bed, sitting at the edge, "Okay. I'll wait here."

You were lying. You were going to leave, but you weren't about to admit it. And the way he looked back at you, his eyes a little sadden at waking up to you trying to leave broke your heart.

"You won't leave?"

"Not until you kick me out."

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Doug walks in on you and Tom having sex

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 public/work sex, getting caught indecently exposed, P in V sex, Doug being.. Doug.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Tom Hanson x f! reader

✔ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓

You and Tom were in a secluded area, or at least as secluded as you could get in the Jump Street Chapel. He had just come back from an assignment with Doug Penhall, but he was aching to feel you all day. He kept his focus on his work, but his cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans.

He had you pinned up against the wall, his cock slipping into your heat, making you gasp softly.

"Sh, sh, shhh.. Gotta be quiet for me, baby." He cooed quickly, thrusting up into you as he put his hand over your mouth.

You always loved the way he fucked up into you, his hard length brushing up against all the right spots. You grip was tight on his shoulders as you fought back soft cries of pleasure.

"T-Tommy.." You managed to mumble out, your cunt squeezing around him as you felt yourself starting to get close. His pubic bone was brushing up against your clit with every thrust, leaving you double stimulated.

"You close, doll? Need me to make you cum?" He whispered, lips trailing up your neck, biting the soft skin under your ear.

Just as you were about to answer, you heard the door open, Doug walking into the room. "Fuller wants us- Woah, woah, hey." Doug cut himself off as he took in the scene in front of him. Tom was trying to shield your body as he kept still, mumbling a "shit" under his breath. Your face was flushed red, burying it in Tom's neck.

"Now's really not the time, Penhall." Tom said, almost like he was silently threatening Doug to leave. He pulled you impossibly closer to him, still shielding you.

"Jeez, sorry. Didn't know you two would be getting busy." Doug said as he left, closing the door behind him.

Tom was quiet for a moment before speaking, "You think I could get an orgasm out of you if I tried or is the mood completely ruined?" He asked softly.

"Definitely ruined." You said with a soft chuckle as Tom pulled out of you, his cock already softening.

You two awkwardly shuffled to get your clothes back on. You put your bra, panties, and pants back on, but Tom put your shirt on for you. "I'm so sorry about that, baby." He whispered softly, knowing how uncomfortable you must be feeling.

"Not your fault. At least Doug knows you fuck me good now" You teased, leaning up to kiss him. He met your lips, kissing you with some left over hunger and fervor, but not enough to get the mood going again.

"This is why I love you." He whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Okay, seriously, I should go. I swear I'll make it up to you." He said, pulling you in for another quick kiss before heading to Captain Fuller's office.

And he definitely did make it up to you that night, fucking you slow and sensually in his bed, teasing the hell out of you before finally making you break, cumming all over his cock.

However, the next day at work, Doug kept teasing you two, which of course Tom told him to fuck off.

You guys were never gonna escape it now. Doug never knew when to shut up.

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

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[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Pretty Girl with a Pretty Boy

Summary: Tom & Y/n are set on a Blind Double-Date, but instead of having chemistry with his date, Tom seems to have his eyes on his pretty friend.

"Blind date? I don't need a blind date." Brooker rolled his eyes, before taking a drag on his cig. "Why aren't you taking your little friend- Uh, Penhall."

"He has a girlfriend-"

"Really? Him?" Brooker hummed in curiosity. "I never would have thought."

Tom rolled his eyes, "Do you want to come or not?"

"Is she pretty?"

"How would I know? It's a blind date," Hanson groaned, tired of this. He wouldn't have to be doing all this if his date hadn't had a friend. Hell, he didn't even want to go on the date; He only did it to get out of the house. "So, yes or no?"

"You know what, Hanson? I'll go."

Hanson was surprised, in fact he had thought Brooker would say no. Though, maybe it was a sign? No, this could never be a good sign. Not with Brooker.

---

Tom was surprised when he saw Y/n sitting with a girl, which only caused him to groan. Tom had no idea that Y/n was his blind date's friend. If he had known, he swears he wouldn’t have brought Dennis Brooker. That idiot didn’t deserve a girl like you, Tom did!

"Damn, I thought she was going to be ugly. I'm glad I decided to come."

Tom was starting to wish he didn't come, too.

"Oh, Hanson, what a surprise," You reached out your hand, causing Tom to quickly shake it.

"Oh, Y/n, you know you can call me Tom."

"I didn't know you knew Tom, Y/n."

"All Law Enforcement meet each other at one point or another."

Brooker sat down, popping on his elbows, "You're a cop?"

"DA."

"Ah, you get those bastards out of jail."

"Everyone deserves a decent defense, even the guilty. That's the law."

"Yeah," He takes a swig of his drink, "But, it's like you guys are saying we can't do our jobs."

You chuckle, eyeing your friend, "Well, when you don't, it does make my job easier."

----

Tom tried paying attention to his date, he swears he did, but he kept getting dragged by your conversations. It was getting intense and he was starting to sense some tension. If there was one thing Brooker was good at, it was pissing people off.

"Doesn't Internal Affairs deal with dirty cops?"

"Well, yeah, but they're not real cops."

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head, leaning on your hand. "Not real cops?"

"Cops aren't supposed to break the law."

"They do all the time and they get away with it. You must not be very high on the IAB podium or you'd know that."

"Excuse me?" He got closer to you, intimidatingly.

You straightened up, "I don't understand what your problem is."

"I have a problem with you giving a bad name to cops."

"A bad name? I don't have to do that. They do it to themselves."

Tom could see Dennis' hand twitch and he quickly swerved the conversation.

"So Y/n, why DA instead of Prosecutor."

Your friend groaned. She had noticed the way that Tom was looking at you.

"Um, well... You know... I've always been good at finding loopholes," You turn to your friend as she whispers in your ear.

You look at her, before nodding your head. You turn to the males, before looking for the waitress.

Your friend yawns, "You know, it's getting late. We should be heading out. Let's get the check. Where is that waitress?"

-----

You fiddled with your purse, annoyed at the dinner. Who did that Dennis guy think he was? You felt a hand grab your shoulder, and you grabbed his hand and twisted it, before dropping it and realizing it was just Tom.

"Sorry, Tom. I thought you were...Well, someone else."

"I'm sorry... You know," He tilts his head back towards the restaurant, "For Brooker. He's a.... You know, hard-ass."

"He's something alright," He smiles, before holding out his hand, "How about I drive you home?"

"No, it's fine. I'll take a cab."

"You'd rather get into the car with a stranger than with a cop you know?"

"I'm sure your date could use a ride, pretty boy."

He smiles, looking down at your hands, "Well, I was hoping for a different date tonight."

"Are you hitting on me, Officer Hanson?" You point at his chest and he grabs your hand.

"And if I am?"

"Well, I'd ask where's your car, Lover Boy?"

[thirtysomethingloser92]

I’m really struggling with what multi chapter thing I wanna write next.

Do I wanna write a FakeDatingAU! Where Reader works at a strip club Remy performs at regularly and they have to pretend to date?

Do I wanna do an EscortAU! Where Reader works as an escort and needs Remys help for a job?

Do I wanna do a SingleDadAU!?

Do I wanna do something that’s more cannon to the MCU?

Do I wanna jump into a whole new fandom and do a Greg Jenko/Reader story? (21/22 jump street)

Or hell do I even want to expand into crossing universes and write a Charmed x MarvelAU! Where reader has to go back in time to save Remy but in doing so he doesn’t remember who they are so reader has to try and get him to fall in love with her again all while keeping him safe from the thing that ultimately kills him.

Like god give me a sign.

[mrsstan21]

A Night to Remember

GIF credit: @21jumpstreet-x-reader

Summary: The gang heads to prom!

Tom Hanson x Reader 

A/N: Based on season 1, episode 6 "The Worst Night of Your Life"

Warnings: None! Fluffy as one can be

Word Count: 1.9k :)

Hobbs and I were put on a case together at a catholic school for girls.

 Apparently someone in the school has been committing Arson. 

It was a pain being in a place like this. It brought back so many memories from when I was in High School. 

Hobbs, and I were in health class, it was sex ed week. 

We were about to watch a video on the “wonderful life of marriage”. 

A girl in the class made a smart comment causing us all to break out into laughter. 

When the video started it was far from a perfect marriage, but more like the honeymoon at its extreme. 

The sisters quickly took out the tape as more laughter filled the class room. 

Just as we were about to get a lecture the fire alarm went off all the girls began to panic frantically running down the halls. 

***

We got back to the chapel completely tired, and exhausted. 

The guys all concern asked if we were ok.

“Medium well, thank you” Judy spoke taking a seat next to Jenko. 

I took a seat over next to Hanson. 

“How much longer do we have to be on this case I’m starting to get tired of wearing this god awful uniform” I spoke losing the tie around my neck. 

“Until we figure out who is trying to set the school on fire” Jenks answered. 

“Hobbs anything on today” he asked.

“Two kids got trampled on went to the hospital from smoke inhalation, and bruises, but they’ll be ok”.

“Those girls were like a herd of wild horses almost ran over me as we got out of the school” I spoke. 

Jenks was growing with frustration we were getting no where with this case. 

But Hobbs and I still had a ray of hope we’d close this case. 

Hanson spoke out on some files we had of some of the girls that attend the school. 

One of them had a very distinct background check and was on the prom planning community. 

“looks like you girls are joining the prom community”.

I groaned leaning onto Hansons shoulder. 

“What’s wrong with you” Ayoki asked.

“I’m reliving my senior year of high school that’s what’s wrong”. 

I got tired of this stupid tie that I finally just tore it off my collar.

“Oh yeah didn’t you go to catholic school” Penhall chimed into the conversation.

I rolled my eyes.

“You went to catholic school?” Hanson raised an eyebrow at me. 

“St. Mary’s Academy school for girls class of 78”. 

“Oh man that must have been hell” Ayoki commented. 

“It was…”.

***

The next day Hobbs, and I joined the prom community, and it was pure torture . 

These girls bickered over a stupid theme and how most of them didn’t have dates. 

Hobbs, and I payed very close attention to three girls who were there. 

Jane, Margie, and Patty. 

It was clear as day that Patty, and Jane hated each other. 

Patty made a hurtful comment towards Margie causing her to run out of the gym.

Yup I was reliving my old high school days. 

***

Hobbs stayed back to see if she could get any sort of information out of Jane. 

I changed out of the uniform, and into some casual cloths before catching the trolly back to the chapel. 

When I arrived Doug was frantically searching for a girl who had robbed him last night. 

“Still looking Penhall” I asked sitting on the table that Hason sat near. 

“Hasn’t stopped since this morning” Hanson informed me.

“Ah that’s the girl” he practically screamed.

Ripping out the photo of her he walks over to where I was leaning on the table. 

“Looks like you’re my date to the prom” he spoke looking over at me. 

Jenks then interrupted informing us that there would most likely not be a prom. 

Jane was caught last night almost setting fire to mother superiors office. 

Hobbs, and I couldn’t believe it. 

We made an agreement she’d blow her cover while I stayed back and see if we can clear her name. 

I had a strong feeling that Jane was not our girl. 

***

The rest of the day I wanted to do nothing more than to relax. 

I laid down on the couch near Hanson reading one of my books I keep in my drawer. 

“Hey y/n you remember your prom” Penhall asked from his desk. 

“Vividly” I spoke turning the page. 

“Well what happened?” He asks grabbing a chair and sitting closer to where I was. 

I looked over at him, and chuckled. 

“You guys do not want to hear that sob story. 

“Uh we very much do don’t we Hanson”.

I looked over at Hanson giving me a smile. 

“Alright then” I huffed.

Sitting up I took a deep breath. 

Can’t believe I am about to tell this story. 

“It was senior year of high school. Jake Russel captain of the football team over at Peters Prep for boys had asked me to the prom. Which was strange considering he was the most popular guy at his school, and was asking me captain of the debate team to the dance...But hey I was stocked I had a date. I remember working long shifts down at the record store to save enough money to buy this beautiful lavender dress. Well come prom night I got ready and waited for him to pick me up. But as time passed the clock stroke 11 and the dance was over. I had officially been stood up”.

Penhall, Hanson, and Ayoki all gave me sympathetic looks.  

“That guy’s a jerk” Hanson commented.

“Yeah he was. The next day at school I found out he took Laura Penning-way to the prom instead”.

“Let me guess captain of the cheer team" Penhall asked.

“Yup”. 

“Jesus y/n that’s terrible” Ayoki spoke.

“It’s whatever...really not like I cried myself to sleep that night. Just sucks that dress never got to see a dance floor or even got to slow dance”. 

“So maybe this can be like a do over for you” Ayoki smiles.

“I don’t think so guys I think I might sit this one out with Jenko. Be there as backup” I got up and walked over to get a coffee. 

***

Before night fall I went back home to grab all the files we had on the girls. 

I knew we were getting close, and tonight we would crack this case. 

I sat by my coffee table examining the documents when there was a knock at my door. 

I opened it reliving a smiling Hobbs.

“Shouldn’t you be at the chapel getting ready for this lame dance” I looked down at my watch. 

She comes in with a big black cover draped over her shoulder.

“You are going tonight” she smiles. 

I laugh crossing my arms.

“Hobbs I already talked to Jenko…”

“Well he changed his mind, you’re still going undercover tonight whether you like it or not”. 

I roll my eyes knowing there was no way out of this. 

Then I remembered something.

“I don’t even have a dress”.

“That’s what the bag is for” she motions towards it. 

I had only owned one dress in my entire life, and couldn’t possibly think it was the one. 

Unzipping the bag was the lavender dress from my prom night many years ago. 

“You broke into my storage unit” I laughed. 

“Maybe I did, but we don’t have time for that the guys are waiting for us at the chapel so let’s go”.

I was then dragged out of my apartment.

***

“I can’t believe this thing still fits after all these years” I said fixing the bottom of my skirt. 

“You look great y/n” she smiles.

Jenko yells for Hobbs and I to come downstairs.

Making our grand entrance the guys took notice at both Hobbs, and I. 

After all they weren’t use to seeing us all dressed up.

“Alright you both looking stunning…now you’re dates Hobbs you’re with Ayoki, y/n your with Penhall, and Hanson your date is Jane” Jenko spoke.

We then left to the prom.  

***

At the dance I was a little uncomfortable in the beginning, but slowly started to have fun. 

Penhall, Hobbs, Ayoki, and I were all dancing like there was no tomorrow. 

The song quickly changed into a slow dance. 

I looked over at Hanson who was left all by himself. 

“Dough you think I can sit this one out” I asked. 

He nodded knowing where I was going with this. 

I made my way over to Hanson who was already smiling. 

“You plan on standing here taking notes all night”

He laughs looking over at me.

“I thought you were dancing with Penhall” he asks.

“Nah you looked like you needed some company” I smile. 

Hanson stares at me for a while. 

I took a moment looking into those dark brown eyes of his.

Before I knew it he grabbed my hand, and lead me to the dance floor. 

But before we can even begin I saw Margie walk in with a blank stare on her face. 

Everything then began to happen so quickly. 

She slapped Doug, then rushing over to the wall with a lighter. 

Flames quickly emerged, and everyone began to run out of the gym. 

I lost my grip on Hanson when i was pushed around by the crowed.

I then fell onto the floor only inches away from the fire. 

Feeling the sweat already form on my forehead. 

“y/n!!!” I felt a pair of arms wrap around me helping me up, and out of the gym. 

“You ok” I saw the look of concern plastered on Hansons face.

I nod. 

He pulled me into his chest wrapping his arms safely around me.

***

Looks like Margie was the one setting flames to the school.

 She was arrested and we successfully closed another case. 

The dance ended early, but me, Ayoki, and Penhall weren’t ready to go home. 

Hanson ended up suggesting something to us. 

We found ourselves at a bowling alley that Hanson plays on with a team. 

Doug, and Ayoki were not amused. 

I kinda enjoyed Hanson get so into this game. 

I laughed every time he shouted. 

“Another slamerino!”.  

Hours went by until we were the only one here.

“Hey Hanson can we leave they’re about to close, and we’re the last ones here” Penhall shouted..

“Alright let’s go then” Hanson spoke putting away his bowling ball. 

Doug and Ayoki were the first ones out. 

I began to follow. 

“Hey y/n wait” I heard Hanson call for me. 

I turned back around and saw him begin to get a little nervous. 

“What’s wrong” I ask. 

“Hey Joey hit the lights” he says to the guy at the counter. 

Confused at first, but then I saw all the lights go off and a large disco ball fell from the ceiling. 

A slow song came on shorty after. 

I chuckled looking over at him shyly smiling. 

“Hanson what are you doing”. 

“I believe I still owe you a slow dance” he walks over, and grabs my hand. 

“Hanson you don’t have to do this” I tried to hide my blush. 

“Oh but I want to” he smiles pulling me closer. 

I couldn’t help but smile as I wrapped one arm around his neck while he held my other, and began to dance. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asks staring into my eyes. 

“Hanson you are too much” I smile resting my head on his chest. 

I wrapped my other arm around his neck, and felt both his hands around my waste. 

His head rested on mine. 

Time suddenly stopped. 

I could hear the sound of his heart beat increase as I was in his arms.

We danced for the rest of the night. 

This was a prom I would never forget.

[littlerobbinphantomhive19]

Look. I have been a fan of this man for over 20 years. I have never, and I mean NEVER, let myself read fan fiction about him (smut or otherwise), only his characters, if that.

Definitely made me feel all high and mighty. Like, ‘Oh I don’t read fan fictions about the actor. I only read fan fictions about the characters because they aren’t real! I’m respecting the actor by not being gross!’

WELP. That ship has FUCKING SAILED.

For the past couple of months I’ve been watching nothing but Johnny Depp movies. Specifically PoTC1 and Secret Window on repeat. Thanks to 21 Jump Street (1987) I’ve been on a Tom Hanson kick. I found a lovely writer on tumblr, @fuck-i-burnt-the-tea (thank you I love your work), who writes fan fiction about Johnny Depp and two of his characters (Tom Hanson and Captain Jack Sparrow).

I thought ‘Well, reading just one about Johnny won’t hurt.’

Down the fucking rabbit hole I go and now I’m chained up at the bottom.

I’ve simped for this man for YEARS so don’t get me wrong, the brainrot is all well and good but I feel so scummy!

Is this rule for all actors? No. Only him.

Does that make me a hypocrite? Most likely.

Do I regret it? No, not particularly.

Do I still feel like garbage? Abso-fucking-lutely.

[spamsmcgee]

Find a place where we belong

->Listen to I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany

Guanyu X Reader in a 1980s/21 Jump Street AU.

While investigating and hoping to bust a group of street racing gamblers, Y/N has to pose as Guanyu’s girlfriend in her first undercover assignment with the Jump Street Program.

Part one: Pilot

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Toto’s coffee sat forgotten as he poured over your work history. You sat, watching on as he all but ignored you.

“Well?”

“Unremarkable” he said, thumbing through pages and pages detailing your short career on the force. “Barely met quotas on parking tickets, partners say you’re untrainable, and past supervisors have called you noncommittal at best.”

In saying that, the police chief never looked up at you. He pushed your files to the side before taking off his glasses and taking the first real look at you.

“I’d like to recommend you to Captain Hamilton’s Jump Street Program.”

He kept talking. He explained the story behind Lewis Hamilton’s ragtag team of baby faced cops who couldn’t hack it anywhere else. Truly the team of misfit toys. Getting on the inside where any middle aged patrolman couldn’t reach without scaring everyone away.

Less of a shark among dolphins.

“So a narc?”

You interrupted Toto’s monologue.

“Essentially,” a new voice filtered in from behind you.

Leaned up against the doorframe, donned a pair of aviators and an aged leather jacket, captain Lewis Hamilton. The detective looking type. He pushed himself away from the frame and crossed the room to you, hand out for a firm handshake.

“We’re starting assignments now,” He said as he made a gesture for you to join the small group in another room.

Four sets of eyes tracked you to your seat, one unclaimed in the front. Your field of vision was taken up by a whiteboard with names and more names written on it.

The sets of eyes surrounding you belonged to a group easily mistaken for the teenagers you’d see riding their bikes in a cul de sac. Working their summer jobs at some amusement park.

The youngest looking of them, a shorter guy leaned over the table in front of him to better reach the conversation around him, wore shoulder holsters that held a pair of guns level with his chest.

The group settled down after Hamilton tapped the board a couple of times. Before tossing a marker’s cap at the shorter one leaned over the table. “I will put you outside, Tsunoda”

Pouting and making a heart shape with his hands, Tsunoda sunk into his chair. He, along with the others, settled into listening to Hamilton explaining their newest assignment.

“For the past six months a small group has been gambling on illegal street races throughout Miami,” Hamilton passed folders to each of the group members, “our main suspects are from two groups: West Seminole High School and Miami East Autobody. Guanyu, Y/N, Yuki, We’re sending the three of you to the school. Oscar and Logan get the autobody shop.”

“Oscar and Yuki will be our drivers,” Hamilton read over his folder, “Logan, Guanyu, focus on getting information from your targets” His eyes drifted to you, “Y/N, I want you at Guanyu’s hip.”

There was a simultaneous groan from the other boys, one speaking up, Yuki. “I’ve been here longer”

“You’re also scared of girls.”

Yuki threw that marker cap at Guanyu in response.

Hamilton raised his voice over the commotion, “the four I want you to focus on are Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, and the man over the whole operation: Fernando Alonso”

“Max and Daniel co-own that autobody shop, Max is the best of the best, he has outrun every unit in the city. He drives a 1980 Toyota Celica Supra. It looks stock, it’s not.” Lewis articulated his explanation with his slapping pictures onto the whiteboard beside him, pulled from a file in his hands.

You stared at the picture of what truly was an unassuming looking navy blue Toyota. Max stood next to it speaking to a taller man. Accompanying that was another picture, dark, blurry, two cars next to each other in the middle of a burnout.

“Daniel has a 67 Dodge Challenger, loud and obnoxious. Just like him”

The man from that first picture of Max reappeared. Only a printout from CCTV footage. Daniel outside of that gas station, chatting up a tall blonde while leaning against the aforementioned Dodge Challenger.

“Lando is a student at West Seminole. He has a prior history with reckless driving, driving under the influence, and was detained at fourteen for trying to get into a casino in Las Vegas,” Hamilton continued flipping through his file folders, “He drives a 1979 Porsche 911.”

Lando’s pictures were a collection of school photos. Aside from one taken outside of another gas station. That one wasn’t a CCTV shot, more likely some PI that followed him around.

“Fernando is an English Literature teacher at West Seminole. He drives a 1960 Fastback Mustang,” Hamilton put up a glossy picture of Fernando with his cherry red mustang, taken in the high school parking lot, “We believe he recruits drivers from his classes. Over half of our suspects have gone through him in West Seminole. The other half come from Miami East.”

The meeting continued on without anything else too interesting. More backstory on the group you would be watching. Some honorable mentions without much pull, but still suspects nonetheless. The guys asking questions. Yuki antagonizing Lewis when he can. Logan antagonizing Yuki.

Lewis moved on to explain everyone’s cover. Names, backstory, down to the car you drive. You, Audrey Kellen would be riding around with Guanyu, or David Choi in his 1980 Alfa Romeo Giulia. Yuki, Jude Ioki already had his 1987 Nissan Z. Oscar’s Aaron Meyers’ 1981 Camaro was modified enough to make the ground shake as it drove by, Lewis explained. He would go on to be the main driver. Against Yuki’s protests. Logan, Alex Reeves had his father’s 79 Chevy S10.

The meeting adjourned. Guanyu hung back to walk with you out of the briefing room. He fell in step with you as you passed him.

“Ready to go back to school?” He asked, nudging you in the side.

“Can I be honest?” You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets. He leaned towards you as if you were gearing up to let him in on some sort of secret. “Teenagers terrify me, so not really.”

He laughed. Maybe a bit of a generous laugh. You couldn’t help laughing along.

The two of you fought up to the rest of the guys. They chattered on together, barely registering that y’all had joined them. Even when you added to the conversation, they talked along with you as if you’d been there the entire time.

That night you’d go home and pack your school bag. It stayed in the back of your closet. You’d graduated high school in 82, your backpack was even older. One you’d used since the 70s.

Your younger sister had a less vintage Trapper Keeper you planned on stealing from her. Probably with a promise of a months worth of video and radio store allowance, extra time at the arcade, and some of Kate Bush’s latest on a new Walkman to keep her from asking questions.

On your way home you hit a radio store to pick up said Walkman and Kate Bush tracks.

[enigma-selfships]

~Golden Brown~

Doug Penhall x Reader

A quick little thing I had to write. Maybe he’ll get out of my system now 🫠

“Every time, just like the last~”

You look up, eyebrows furrowed as you wonder who could be singing so softly.

It was late at night, you and a few other members of the team were forced to stay late to finish paperwork.

The only other person next to you was Doug, being your work buddy since you both hated paperwork more than anything.

By the lamplight you gazed over sleepily, and sure enough, his lips were moving softly, ever so quietly singing.

“To distant lands, takes both my hands, never a frown with golden brown~”

You watch, lips parted as your heart hurt for the man in front of you.

Finally, he looked up.

“Golden brown, finer temptress.” He stopped singing as he registered your eyes on him, looking as surprised as he could with the sleepy look on his face.

“I love that song.” You mutter, finally dragging your eyes back to the paperwork in front of you.

Just as you thought he had turned back to his work, you heard him hum softly.

“It reminds me of you.”

[noveauskull]

Bounty Hunting The Wrong Guy [NSFW]

characters: sylus x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is 21 here), bounty hunter mc, it takes a while to get to the smut part, nipple teasing, punishment, swearing, fingering, clit teasing, piv (penetration), wrists bound (by evol), no protection, bratty reader (sort of)

-----

You let out a satisfied sigh when you plopped your body onto the wooden chair placed conveniently next to a table full of different weapons and devices you probably will have no need on using at the moment, staring at the unconcious white haired man in front of you that was tied down onto the other wooden chair in the room.

Without wasting a second, you stretched your right leg out to get a better grip onto the phone that was in your pocket, giving it a few taps to call a certain someone about your lucky find.

A few rings passed by and the person on the other end finally answers, you didn't waste a second to let them know that your end of the job was done and that you were ready to receive your pay, and next order.

"Hello?"

"Heyyy!! If it isn't my favorite-"

"Cut to the chase. You got the man or not?"

You let out another sigh, this time annoyed. No matter how good your mood is it'll always get ruined by something, or in this case, someone.

"Yeah yeah, your man's right here with me" You rolled your eyes, checking your nails to see if you had made any damage on them while trying to capture your target from earlier.

"Send proof"

You immediately brought the phone away from your hand to switch it into camera mode while the call was still on, taking a quick picture of the tall, muscular man with white hair and black clothes on, before clicking open an app to send the picture to the person on the other side.

"There. Jerk off to it." You muttered before putting the phone back to your ear, hearing only silence for a little bit.

The silence followed up with a few mumbles, it seems like there were other people other than the person who paid you to catch this person, and it looks like they had an issue with the image you sent them.

"...That's not him"

The other end spoke, and your eyebrows furrowed immediately. Not realizing you had uncrossed your legs as you leaned forward in disbelief.

"What do you mean? He perfectly fits the description you said. Tall, white hair, and can fight. He put up a great fight and he has white hair. With a vague description like that I have to earn something in return for being able to catch something like this!"

You raised your voice, but the person wasn't buying it. How were you even supposed to find a man when he wears a mask all the time?

"We asked you to find Lumiere, not the Leader of- Ah forget it. This never happened"

Your mouth dropped in disbelief. Instinctively your legs forced your body to jump right up, now you were pacing around the room with your hand to your head, you seriously fucked up this time.

And to add the fact that they mentioned, what? A leader? A leader of what exactly? Well it probably doesn't even matter since you were currently at N109 Zone. Everything here is dangerous and oh boy...

If you had caught the Leader of Onychinus that lives here at N109 Zone... No. There's no way you'd have easily caught him.

"Wait, wait! I'll do it again, I'll toss this guy on the streets and get you the guy you want okay! If you could just find more intel on him-" You desperately tried to reason with them, but it didn't matter, their mind was set.

"The deal is off, girl. Whatever you do with the guy you have there is not our business. Goodbye"

Before you could talk them out of it any further, they hung up on you. However you were stubborn and you sent them a few texts, but it seemed like they had already blocked you.

"Fuck!" You cussed. Throwing your phone onto the worn out couch that was on the other end of the room. Usually you were very good at what you do, but it seems like making a few mistakes could happen as well.

The entire time you were freaking out and pacing around your room thinking of what to do next, you didn't realize that the man you had handcuffed onto the chair had been awake the moment you called your client.

He was kind enough to listen to what your true intentions were before he made a move on you, so when it was clear that you got the wrong man, he let you have your moment of distress before he decided to do anything else.

You didn't have the energy to drag the heavy man all the way out at the moment. Right now you needed a drink, a strong one at that. You'll deal with this man on another day, but not today.

Just when you were about to open the doors leading to another room, you found yourself struggling to create a gap on the two gigantic thick pieces of wood. A frown stronger than before engulfs your face as you tsked.

"What the-"

You were cut off when you heard a click behind you. Without wasting a second you turned your head to face the white haired man that was supposed to be unconcious on the chair, but instead you found him standing right in front of you.

Before you could lift your hand to attack him, he had your hands pinned onto the door with a dark red mist, almost resembling the color of blood, you were going to use your legs next, but they were also useless as they remained stuck.

"Shit!" You cussed under your breath, things were starting to get really dangerous. But you tried to remain calm, since you always knew how to get yourself out of situations like these.

"Wrong guy, huh?" The white haired man raised his eyebrow at you. His hands shoved into his pockets as he looked down to meet his eyes with yours, you felt mocked. But you weren't gonna give in.

"Heh yeah... Bummer"

You awkwardly laughed, trying to find a way to escape. Eyes darting around the room to find something that would help. But your search was futile when his hand grabbed your face and turned it to face him, your wide eyes locked in with his crimson ones.

"There's no use finding an escape, kitten. You're stuck here with me until I decide to let you go" His deep yet dominating voice calmly said, the sudden nickname he gave you made you furrow your eyebrows.

"Until you decide to let me go? Oh hell nah"

You shook your head to release the grip on your face, you were planning on acting like a small fry and crawl your way out, but something about being looked down on bothered you, and you just had to say something about it.

"Listen man, I don't know who you are, but I admit this whole thing was my fault, okay? If you need something to compensate for whatever loss you had I'll give it, just name your price"

In a strong yet calm manner, you bribed the man in front of you in an attempt to free yourself, but once again, like deja vu, he wasn't buying it.

"I don't think so"

You heard him answer before your entire vision is covered in red and black, few feathers can be seen swishing around before the dirty and worn out room you were at was replaced with an extravagant one with a dark aesthetic. A bedroom to be exact.

Your eyes widened in shock, frantically letting your head move left and right in disbelief. Did you just teleport?

"What the hell..." You whispered, not releasing that your hands were bound behind you now.

You had no idea that evols could teleport, or maybe that was this guy's whole shtick, either way, right now wasn't the time to be impressed.

Before you could ask why you were brought into a bedroom, a large hand wrapped itself around your left arm and pulled you toward the bed, gently yet strong enough to toss you onto the bed, the sudden gesture made you immediately go to defense mode.

"Hey man what gives-" You yelled, but the moment you turned your head you were an inch away from the white haired man's face.

You didn't realize this before because of how stressed out you were but, he was very attractive.

"A little kitten decided to pull me out from a very important meeting, I would just give that kitten a little flick on the forehead and be on my way, but to know that I wasn't even the kitten's main target is a bit annoying"

He said, each word he spoke made you feel his hot breath on your lips, but you had to stay focused and get out.

"W-Why's that?" You slightly furrowed your eyebrows once more, trying to mask your awareness with an innocent confused look.

"Because I can't kill it without a reason" He concluded. The red gleam in his eyes made you shudder, the bloodlust was there alright.

You still didn't know who this man was, however. So as if the threat didn't happen, you audaciously decided to open your mouth to ask.

"By the way, who even are you?"

You had no idea your tone was so mocking as to how curious you were, you watched as the man had a lost expression on his face, it didn't show shock, but he was definitely taken back by your question.

"...How old are you?" He answered back with a question completely irrelevant to yours, but you answered him anways.

"21, why?" You watched him scoff.

"The way you behave is like a child" You weren't exactly phased by his words, cause you were too busy figuring out how to release yourself from the evol that was holding you in place.

Your silence hinted the man that your focus was on something else, and that bothered him. So to grab your attention he sat himself of the bed and lifted you up, now you were suddenly sitting on his lap, back facing him.

"Woah!" You exclaimed, out of everything you thought of you weren't expecting him to lift you up like nothing and have you sat on his lap.

Oh, it kinda feels comfy...

You thought, snapping yourself out of it when you remembered the situation you were in.

No wait! I gotta lock in!

"H-Hey what are you doing, man!?" You yelled, turning your head to eye the intimidating man who smirked at you.

"You don't think you can just leave after putting me in such a sorry state without compensation, do you?"

Your eyes widened at his words, suddenly a shiver ran down your spine. It seemed like the fear hasn't kicked in until now. In response to his question that wasn't particularly seeking a response, you gulped.

"I-I told you I'll do something as an apology earlier..." You said in a quiet tone, almost mumbling, but still audible.

"I rather not wait. I'm not a patient man"

You felt his large hands wrap itself around your torso, holding you still as you felt something hard poke your ass. You stared into the distance with wide eyes, almost like you were in daze before unconciously muttering the words-

"What the fuck"

"It looks like compensation won't be the only thing I need to gain tonight, but also a lesson for that mouth of yours" He whispered into your ear, you felt your face heating up from the sudden intimacy.

You didn't want to admit it, but you were excited.

You remained silent, waiting to see what his next move was. You were too busy suppressing how you felt to notice his hands moving under your clothes to feel your bare skin, until you felt his cold fingertips. Making you flinch and your breath hitch.

"Sylus..." He whispered.

"...What?"

"I'm Sylus"

You felt your face crumble in shock. Suddenly freezing before struggling to look back at the man slowly. You heard about him so many times before ever since you came to N109 Zone. There's even posters about him throwing in high prices if he was captured.

It was stupid that your client didn't accepted Sylus, because he was probably worth more than Lumiere. But even if they did wanted Sylus, you'd probably still end up in the same situation as you are now.

"...Fuck" Like a machine that reacts through cuss words, you swore under your breath. Watching the man himself, Sylus tilt his head at you with a raised eyebrow.

"...Fine, make it quick" You concluded. You decided to get over with whatever he wanted. Knowing that running away was futile now that you knew who he was. Totally not because you wanted to spend some time with the attractive older male.

"...I like your confidence" He smirked, his hands now actively trailing upward to lift your bra upwards under your clothes, his fingers brushing against your nipples, the unexpected gesture made you close your eyes on instinct, biting your lower lip.

You felt his fingers circle around your areolas, you could tell he was playing with you, and with the pride you had that bothered you. But you can't help but stay quiet and let him touch you the way he pleased, something about his touch was making you lose all reason.

Not realizing that you were squirming the entire time, you heard him groan behind you as you unconciously wanted to feel his clothed dick on your swollen clit, being the one in control, he noticed your needs.

"Don't move, or else I'll be getting more than a compensation from you" He warned.

"Tsk! Then hurry up, old man!" You groaned impatiently, face red from having your nipples touched bare by someone else other than you.

You didn't realize that your words would cost you when his right hand suddenly went from your breast to slipping down your pants in one swift move, making you attempt to move away from his hand like an idiot.

"W-What are you-?!"

"You want me to hurry up right? Then I will do just that" He said calmly, rubbing your clothed cunt to feel your juices soak your underwear. It felt uncomfortable and dirty, yet you can't help but shiver in excitement.

Sylus used his fingers to rub around your clit too. Letting the wetness rub against it so that teasing you would affect you more than it should, also to rile up my reactions from you.

You huffed when you felt him playing with your nipple with one hand, and the other rubbing on your clothed pussy. It felt good, but it wasn't enough, you were starting to wonder what kind of compensation Onychinus' Leader was even looking for at this point.

"S-Shit" You groaned, feeling impatient of having your body played around with no sight of release soon.

"Swearing again? You really are looking for some sort of punishment" It seemed like Sylus didn't like your sharp mouth, so he decided to give you something to learn to not do it again.

You had to hold back a whine when he suddenly removed his hand from your throbbing cunt, only to put it back in again, this time directly without having your underwear act as a barrier.

The bare feeling of his fingers on your wet clit made you roll your eyes back in satisfaction, finally getting the stimulation you've been eagerly wanting the entire time.

"Mmph! A-Ah there!"

You shamelessly moaned, thrusting your hips against his fingers to feel them rub against your small and swollen clit, just a few strokes and you'll finally get the release you've been wanting.

"So naughty" Sylus whispered into your ear, connecting his lips onto your neck and giving it a suck, letting his teeth add onto the friction to distract you from the pleasure you were getting from your cunt and nipple.

"I wanna cum!! H-Hurry up!!" You demanded, although Sylus found your tough personality endearing, he won't stand for being ordered around by someone as small as you.

"And what makes you think you deserve release so early? You need to learn your place, sweetie" His voice deepened as he warned, your eyes widened when his finger suddenly dragged itself down to your hole.

Before you could react, he already pushed one finger in, like he knew you already, his finger found it's way onto your sweet spot. You had to let out a gasp before moaning nonstop, feeling his finger continuously poke onto the same spot until your orgasm neared.

"N-No- Wait! P-Pleas- A-Ah!"

You threw your head back when he added another finger, tears forming in your eyes that you never thought would be from the pleasure you were getting, the orgasm you were going to have was being forced out of you without a second thought, you almost lost yourself in what the main goal was.

Right when you felt like you were inching towards cumming, Sylus removed his fingers from your hole that was now clenching around the air, hoping for something to substitute the painful arousal that was pooling out of it.

"Ah ah ah, bad kittens don't get their fill yet" He teased, you felt your vision turning foggy from the desperation creeping onto you. You almost forgot your hands were rendered useless at the moment because you still weren't free.

"C-Come on..." You whispered, almost in defeat. Your voice hinting a strong sense of desperation, almost making you sound cute.

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet"

Sylus reassured you, using his evol to pull your pants down along with your underwear, the action didn't make you notice he had lowered his own pants as well, releasing his hard veiny cock that was almost as large as a shampoo bottle.

"If you take this, then I'll accept your compensation and let you go" He rubbed his cock against your entrance, you couldn't see his length properly, but a few rubs and a very visible vein was enough to give you a shock.

"W-Wait that's way too big, I-I can't-"

"You can and you will. Or do you want to compensate me with your life?" He said, he wasn't serious. But how would you know? You're too drunk off your mind to think.

"..." You pressed your lips into a thin line, shutting yourself up from protesting any further.

"Good girl"

Sylus gently laid you down on the bed, your hands that were bound behind you now in front, as well as you having a better look of his cock. It was big enough to reach his belly button, and that intimidated you greatly, yet you couldn't wait to find out what it was like to have your gushing hole get plugged by it.

"Don't struggle" Was all the white haired man said before he started teasing his tip onto your hole, slowly pushing himself in as he watched your juices gush out of your hole to make room for his cock.

"A-AH! T-Too much!!" You whined, but Sylus believed you were stronger than that.

"I'm not even halfway in. But if it's too much for you i'll stop. Though I expected a bounty hunter to be more tougher than this" He mocked, watching your face glare at him.

"B-Bring it on, old man!! I'm no pussy!" You retorted, to which he chuckled at you.

"Good to hear"

He gave another push into your hole, you were sure with this one he was definitely more than halfway in. The feeling of his cock stretching into you while pushing onto your cervix made you cry in a manner you would have never thought you could do.

"O-Oh fuck!!" You exclaimed, having tears well up in your eyes again.

"Tsk, that mouth needs more than a lesson" Sylus tsked, before grabbing your face to kiss him, with no warning he had his tongue distracting you from the mix of pain and pleasure you were receiving.

His kiss was rough, yet so comforting. He made sure not an inch of your mouth was neglected before he started thrusting in and out of you.

You couldn't help but moan into his mouth with your eyes rolled back, right away with a few thrusts you could feel your orgasm that was denied earlier finding it's way back, and it was dangerously close too.

"M-Mmphh!!" You started becoming more aware of the smooching noises and squelches your mouth and hole was making, but everytime you tried to listen you'd be distracted by the loud slaps of Sylus' cock onto your pussy continuously.

Each time he hits the right spots you can't help but keep your eyes hung at the roof of your head, crying into the hungry kisses Sylus gave you to make your hole clamp down his dick.

Before you could even realize it, your orgasm finally arrived. Leaving you a moaning mess crying from stimulation. Also letting Sylus finally break the kiss between you two to relieve himself.

"A-Almost there" Sylus muttered in gritted teeth, not stopping for a second to chase his own ejaculation into your cunt while you helplessly laid on the bed, taking in his length continuously with every broken moan that left your mouth.

In a groan, Sylus let himself cum into your gushing wet hole that soaked the bedsheets, giving your forehead a small kiss before finally releasing your wrists and pulling out if you to let his cum spill out your twitching hole.

You could leave right now, but after having your hole destroyed and throbbing, you couldn't even sit up if you wanted to. The white haired man that was now lying beside you knew it all too well.

"Am I... *huff* ...free from... *pant*... compensating... ah.... you now...?" You said in between pants, your voice cracking from how hard you cried, your little attempt to speak made Sylus smile at you, hand on his head as he stared at you like he adored you.

"Hmm... No"

Your mouth dropped in disbelief, snapping your neck to look at the smirking white haired man.

"Perhaps I need to be compensated a few more times, only once isn't enough"

He wrapped his arms to hold you close to him, now your eyes were locked onto his chest, as he rested his chin onto your head while you remained speechless.

It looks like you got yourself in real big trouble with the one man you tried to avoid the entire time bounty hunting...

Onychinus' Leader Sylus.

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A/N: GUESS WHO CAME BACK W A NEW SMUT ONESHOT? thats right, i know i usually only do WUWA smut but i did mention I play LADS and oml... SYLUS...

PLEASE PUT ME ON A CHOKEHOLD SIR I AM YOURSSSS

ZAYNE PLEASE DON'T MISUNDERSTAND I LOVE YOU OKAY 😭😭😭

anyways enjoy your meals ✨️✨️✨️😋

[littlemissmiller]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑫𝒐𝒐𝒓

Pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: (au) (Joel is dad to a 9 year old Sarah) Joel has been your neighbor for some time and you and him have become friendly. In an attempt to spend more time to him (and a desire to show off your summer body) you throw a pool party…

Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, fluff, friends to lovers, use of nicknames (babydoll, baby, darling), p in v, ass eating, cowgirl style, fingering, couch sex, porn with a plot

Work count: 4.1k

A/N: hi all! the official first day of summer is today and i got inspired by a pool party i went to with my mans so i just had to write this cute lil smutty, fluffy story. i have a billy request coming and hopefully i get ch 3 of Summer Highs out soon (i know i said it would be soon don’t trust me on a release date which is why i don’t do them) ok that’s it! much love and enjoy ❣︎

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It’s always a hot summer in Texas. It would feel weird if it wasn’t, but this year it feels like the earth is a legit bun in the oven. The whole neighborhood is feeling the heat, so given you have a pool in your backyard, you invite people over for a summer kickoff. Of course it has nothing to do with the fact you are desperate to see Joel Miller in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. From just his work shirts alone, you could see how tight his shirt hugged his muscles. How toned his back was whenever he would sweat through it doing yard work. You would always wave over to him from across the street, occasionally bring him water or lemonade while he worked. And today, your excuse for seeing him was to invite him to your pool party. You catch him outside after work, in his garage tinkering around under his truck. You stroll across the street and walk in. You knock on the side of the garage walls and Joel slides out from under his Silverado.

“Well hey there!” He beams, striding towards you

“What’s up cowboy.”

“Not much, waiting for Sarah to come home from soccer camp.” He informs

“Oh keeping her busy.”

“Well between so and the library reading contest she’s more or less keeping herself busy. Determined to get those Astro tickets. I promised we would do a road trip and she reaches thirty books by the end of June and wins the two tickets. She’s already at twenty five. She has a whole strategy.”

“Wow. Good for her. Well I hope she’s not too busy this weekend…” you state

“Oh yeah why’s that” he smiles, leaning his arm against the garage and above your head. You feel totally lost here with him looking at you how he is. His big brown eyes, so curious and pleasant, simply wondering what you have to say. He raises his eyebrows in anticipation.

“Well I sent out an evite a little bit ago, but I wanted to come tell you in person that I’m having a pool party Saturday. I thought we could all beat the heat ya know.”

“Yeah we‘ll be free.” He steps back, taking a rag from his waist and wiping his hands. He heads toward his garage fridge and gets out two bottles of water, offering you one.

“Thanks. So you do have your own water.”

“Yeah I always keep that fridge full. Especially with Sarah and her friends I practically always got Gatorade.”

“So you just like my water better?”

Joel smiles at you, combing his hair with his fingers. You watch his muscles flex and wish that you can be wrapped in them. He starts to look through his tool box and nods.

“You could say that. So Saturday you said? What time?”

“It starts at 12, but you can stay for as long as you’d like.”

“I’ll talk to Sarah, but I have a feeling she'll say yes. She loves you, so any excuse to see you, she’ll take.”

“I’m sure.”

“We’ll see ya Saturday then.” He winks and disappears back under his truck

You waltz out of the garage and back to your house. You trot inside gleefully and close the door behind you. You could jump, squeal, practically combust. Not only did you just figure out Joel had his own drinks on deck whenever he works, but always accepts an offer from you no matter what. God he must like you. He must. You hope you're not thinking too much into it but, you couldn’t help but think when he said “She loves you, so any excuse to see you, she’ll take…” he really was talking about himself. You bite your lip and roll your eyes. You want him so badly. So bad you feel like you are going to explode. You lean your head back against the door and sigh.

Saturday comes around soon enough, and you spend the whole evening and next morning preparing for the day. You clean your house, chop lettuce, tomatoes and onions for burgers, cut up a watermelon and make a macaroni salad. Even though you hadn’t explicitly asked for his help, you had a feeling Joel would want to help grill and you’d gladly take it. You prepare a cooler with a few beers and some water and put it in your garage fridge. Next you set up the pool area. You lay the cushions on the pool chairs, unwind the umbrellas and set out a few pool noodles. Everything looks perfect and your first guests start arriving around 12:08. More and more people arrive and at around 1:30, you finally see Joel and Sarah pulling up. He walks in with his own cooler and a swim bag. He approaches you while Sarah runs off to the other neighborhood kids.

“Well hey cowboy! Glad you could make it.”

“Yeah sorry we are late. Work called last minute and I had to help them order some more flooring for our site.”

“No worries. But these people are getting hungry and maybe you could help grill. I hate to put you to work…”

“Ain’t no trouble darling.”

“Ok I’m going to change. The patties are already formed, just in the fridge.”

Joel follows you inside and heads into your kitchen, poking his head in the fridge. You walk upstairs to your bedroom and change into your swimsuit. You had gone out that week and picked out a new suit. It was white, a two piece, the edge frilled, and it shaped your figure so well. You spin around and admire how it sits on your ass. The back had a cheeky build, and totally gave the viewer an idea of how your cute little ass looks. Not to mention the way it rides up, exposing your cheeks slightly, it’s perfect and you can’t wait for Joel to see you in it. You put your jean shorts back on and find one of your white, open-knit, pool coverup and a red, and a worn USA baseball cap. You pull your ponytail through the loop of your hat and spin around one last time.

Rushing down the stairs, only to find Joel already outside starting the grill. You sigh in disappointment. You take a beer from your fridge and try to open in on your own. Then Joel walks back inside. Even though your back is turned to him, he can tell you are struggling.

“Need help?”

You jump and turn around, your tits bouncing slightly as you turn, which Joel notices. He also seems slightly speechless as you turn to face him. His sentence cut off, face frozen, as if you stole the words from his mouth.

“Uh yeah, thanks.” You hand him the bottle and he takes it, uncapping it like it’s nothing. He hands it back to you and you take a swig.

“Oh hey so because I was so outta sorts getting out the door, I totally forgot to get sunscreen. You got any, Sarah is itching to get in the pool.”

“Of course” you run back up to your bathroom, find a 50 SPF bottle and head back down stairs. Joel calls out to his daughter and she comes rushing inside. At the sight of your face she enthusiastically calls your name and rushes towards you. You hold her in your arms.

“Hey sunshine!”

“We brought brownies!” She proclaims

“Oh did your dad make them?”

“Mhmm. Well he helped, I really was the baker!” She insists

Joel lets out a playful chuckle and rolls his eyes in amusement.

“Yeah, especially with all those eggshells you had to fish out?”

“At least I know how to preheat the oven.” She claps back

Joel smirks and then looks at you. He has always appreciated how loving and kind you are to Sarah. He appreciates knowing that when she’s with you, she’s in more than good hands. And you adored her as well.

“Hey! let her get that sunscreen on ya.”

“I’m fine! I’ll stay in the shade!” Sarah protests but before she can scurry off you’re already squirting it into your hand, applying it to her shoulders.

“You know you don’t have to listen to him. I thought you’re supposed to be the fun one!” She whines, and you smear her face. She scrunches it up in displeasure.

“I am the fun one. This is called fun in the sun, sunshine.”

She groans and pulls her face away.

“You know I think I saw a bomb pop with your name on it out in the garage fridge, if you can still hang in there for one more second.” You promise. “Ok there. Top shelf in the garage. Bring a few for the other kids. Ok?”

“Yes!” She states firmly and rushes off into the garage

“She just loves to keep ya busy…”

“Tell me about it.” Joel rolls his eyes “you uh…you look nice…” he swallows nervously

“Thanks, it’s new. I got it for today actually.”

“Oh really. Trying to impress someone?” He asks

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You quip back, smirking “how’s those burgers coming along”

“Grills still heating up, this is really nice of ya to invite everyone. Sarah hasn’t really had much pool time with soccer.”

“Well you two are invited over anytime.”

“Appreciate the offer. What else do you need for these burgers?”

“Here” you state, turning to the fridge and opening it.

You grab the toppings, cheese, and condiments and follow him outside. As Joel grills, you make your way around, chatting with your fellow neighbors. Eventually you get in the pool with a playful “go on sugar, I’ll holler at ya when they are ready” from Joel. As you strip off your top and shorts, Joel checks you out from across the pool. He can’t help but let his eyes linger on the curves of your body, the way your bikini bottoms hug your ass, and how nice and perky your boobs sit on your chest.

You notice him checking you out, your own eyes hidden behind your sunglasses. You try not to look so much, but with his back to you, it’s easier to admire his broad shoulders. And you have to admit, Joel is absolutely radiating domesticity. You could easily get used to this sight. Sarah splashes around you, pretending to be a mermaid looking for pearls and you throw sinking rings for her to dive for. Joel catches you playing with Sarah, and smiles. The smell of hamburger meat fills the air and Joel calls to you. You throw some more rings in to keep Sarah occupied and head out of the pool.

“How are these, little lady?” Joel asks as you approach

“Fantastic! Let’s put cheese on half of them.”

“You got it!”

People start to gather for food and you help Sarah dry off and get her a plate.

“Cheese or no cheese baby?” Joel asks Sarah as she approaches the grill

“Cheeeese!” She smiles, showing off her big smile to her dad

“What about you doll?” He asks you

“Same as her.”

After you eat, you wait a while to get back in the pool. You lay out with a few of the girls from the neighborhood Wine Club. As you chat, Joel admires the way the sun glimmers off your body. With most of the food served, Joel joins his daughter in the pool. You watch as he takes off his shirt, gawking over his bare chest. His shoulders cut into his neck so sharp and clean and you can help but want to feel how strong he is. And You smirk to yourself, happy to finally see him exactly how you wanted to. And he looks damn good in his turquoise-green trunks.

“I’ll be right back…” you excuse yourself, striding over to Joel, swaying your hips

“Can I get you a drink? I’m getting another beer, and maybe one of those brownies I heard about.”

“Oh I want one!” Sarah exclaims

“If you get out you’re getting more sunscreen on ya babe..” Joel promises

“She can bring me one and I can eat in the pool!”

“No, no baby. C’mon.” He argues, lifting Sarah out of the pool and onto the pavement.

“Awww!” Sarah whines, swinging her arms and legs.

You hold her hand and take her to the food, you grab a towel, wrap her in it and get her a small plate. You place a brownie on it and hand it to her.

“Can I have two?” She bats her eyes

“Go ask your daddy…”

She waddles over to Joel, squatting down to ask him. He rolls his eyes and nods and she trots back to you.

“He said I can!”

As the afternoon turns into evening, more and more people head back to their homes and pretty soon the sun is setting. You start to clean up, picking up plates and empty bottles and taking them inside the house.

The last few neighbors pop in to thank you and say goodbye and behind them is Joel.

“Hey…need some help?” Joel asks you

“Oh you’ve done more than enough. Y’all headed out?”

“I uh...sent Sarah home with the Adler’s. They said they’d watch her for the evening until I got back.“

“Oh! Well I would have loved to say goodbye to her.” You frown

“I bet she would have too, but she passed out on my knee even with everyone running around. Danny wanted to get his Ma home anyways…” he explains

He walks up to the kitchen counter and places a few empty beer bottles down. You smile and thank him. He helps bring in a few more bottles and follows you around with a trash bag as you pick up plates and plastic silverware. After everything is cleaned up and the pool is closed up, you and Joel head inside.

“Well I don’t wanna keep you from Sarah much longer.”

“It’s ok, unless that’s your way of kindly kicking me out, then by all means I’ll head out.” He smirks

“No no, you can stay if you like…”

“You sure?”

You nod and he closes the sliding door leading out to the pool, locking it.

“I don’t have much beer left, but you seem like a whiskey guy to me.” You imply

“I sure do.”

You pour him a glass and he leans over your counter. He smiles and he holds the glass to his lips and sips.

“I really appreciate ya Joel.”

“It’s no trouble.”

There is a brief moment of silence as you take a sip of your whiskey and gaze into his big brown eyes. You can’t help but feel he’s looking at you in the same way. A wave of desire washes over you and just as you're about to speak, possibly trying to make a move, Joel strides over to you.

“Ya know if ya ever need my help, I’ll always be willing. Whatever you need…”

“You’re too sweet Joel, I feel like I need to make it up to you.”

“Maybe you can, baby…” the words slip from his lips and steal your breath away. You gasp and move in closer to him.

“I’m sorry, can I call you baby?”

You nod wordlessly.

“Yeah? Well then baby, kiss me…”

You lean up, cupping his face and pressing his lips against your own. He holds your face in return, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks and moaning into your mouth. Your hands move to cup his neck as you move your face, deepening the kiss. Joel clutches your jaw, pulling you closer and raising you onto your tippy toes. You chuckle against him. This is finally happening. You’re finally kissing the man you’ve dreamed of. Ever since him and Sarah moved in, you have wanted him. It was no secret. Perhaps that’s why the Adler’s offered to watch Sarah. To give you this moment. And you’re ever so thankful.

Joel’s calloused palms move to your waist, slowly trailing down your body, feeling the sides of your bare skin. You hadn’t bothered putting your swim shirt back on after the pool and you were grateful. You welcome his fingers and let out a girlish giggle, his feather light touch overwhelming.

“How late do you wanna stay?”

Joel checks his watch. It’s 8:10.

“I told the Adlers I would be back by 9 so I mean…is that enough time for you…”

“I’ll take whatever you give me.” You smile against his face, kissing his cheek.

With that he returns his mouth to your own and he moves to cup under your shorts. He squeezes your ass and moves his hands under your thighs. In one swift motion he picks you up and is moving you both to your couch. You and him stumble into it and he sits down with you on his lap. You gasp and pull back.

“Ok that was fucking hot Miller, my god could you get any sexier.”

“You know what’s sexy…” he implies, pulling on the front of your bikini top, snapping the strap

“You like it?”

“You look like an absolute snack in this thing darling. And your ass, fuck I couldn’t stop looking at it by the pool.” he pants

“Glad you noticed. I was trying to impress you if you didn’t pick up on that when I told you.”

“Oh I did, and it worked. It definitely worked.” He sighs, sealing his words with another searing kiss.

You rock against him as his mouth moves with yours. You simply can’t get enough of him like this and he desperately wants to devour you. His hands wrap around your back, pulling you flush against his chest. He moves to squeeze your ass again, fingers dancing underneath your jeans. He grabs and gropes you, causing you to whine and whimper into his mouth.

“I love those pretty little noises you make, baby. I can’t wait to hear what other noises you make for me.” He whispers

He pulls at the hem of your jeans, tugging on them until they slide down your ass. You stand up, pulling them down your smooth legs. He starts rubbing the back of your thighs, moving his hands up and down and settling them underneath the cheek of your ass. He pulls your waist close to his face, your pelvis practically grinding up against his nose and lips. You delicately place your hands on his shoulders as he admires you.

“Let me see that cute little ass of yours again, babydoll”

Then suddenly you are spun around and he grips the strings of your bikini bottoms slowly pulling them down. As he does, he kisses the bear skin that’s being revealed to him until his lips are consuming your ass. You let out a sigh, arching your back slightly as his mouth finds your core. He dives in, placing his hands on the meat of your ass and nuzzling into your cheeks. His soft lips began to kiss your folds, and you buck up against his face. He growls against you, groping your cheeks and diving in to taste you. His mouth and tongue finds your clit and he begins to lap at it. He’s so hungry for you. So desperate to drink up your juices like a sweet nectar. Your legs quiver slightly and Joel notices. He wraps his hands around the front of your thighs, steadying you , while simultaneously pulling you closer to his mouth. He pulls back quickly, replacing his mouth with his fingers. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves feverishly, cooing as you moan and whine.

“Tastes so good. So fucking good baby.” He whispers.

He mouths at your pussy, his saliva mixing with your juices, making you so wet. You’re throbbing into his mouth and he places a few chase kisses to your cunt, before pulling away. He takes his shirt off and tosses it aside. He gives your core a few more open mouth kisses then spins you around once more, and you take off your top. You slowly pull the dainty string, letting your bikini top fall off you and onto his lap. He moans, clutching the top in his hand. You move to straddle him and he tosses the top on the ground.

Before you can put your weight on him, he bucks his hips, taking his trunks off. His cock springs forward and he takes his incredible length in his hand. He slowly pumps himself and you lower your ass onto his thighs. You don’t quite sink into him yet, wanting to appreciate this moment with him. He cups your ass and you clasp the back of his neck. He leans forward to press feather light kisses along your jaw and neck. Then his actions get more aggressive as he starts to manipulate your breasts. You mewl and arch into him. Your entire body starts to slowly rock against his, teasing him with your wet core on his cock.

“Fuck I want you. I can feel ya. So wet.”

You nod, biting your lip and Joel loves his hand down in between your legs again. He plays with your clit for a moment, before sinking a finger in you. You buck up on him, and steady yourself on his shoulders. He pumps his finger into you, loving the way your heat and juices consume his digit. He adds another one, and you feel so incredibly full.

“You ready for me?” Joel murmurs against your neck.

“Mhmm, please Joel. I’ve wanted this for so long!” You gasp as he removes his fingers. He wraps his hand around his cock, guiding it to your entrance. The tip pokes in, then you engulf the rest, taking his full length in you. He lets out a staggering moan as he works his lips down to your collarbone and valley of your breasts. You move your hips, slowly grinding on his cock and your tits bounce in his face. He chuckles and looks up at you. He sits back, holding your hips as you ride him.

“Fucking look at you girl. So gorgeous my god.”

You giggle in return, feeling up your body and playing with your boobs.

“That’s it, put on a little show for me.”

You bounce on him, continuing to feel your body and then you touch your clit, swirling it around in between your fingers. You let out a long, breathy moan, tilting your head back.

“Mmm Joel, Joel Joel Joel….” You hang his name as he squeezes your ass harshly. He helps you move, shoving your body onto his cock and moving his hands to hold your hips.

“That’s it. Oh my god you’re perfect…”

You learn back slightly, rolling your hips and tummy. He splays his hands over your waist, his breath hitching. He loves watching you move. He loves how you feel and needs more. Joel moves expertly to stand up, keeping himself buried inside you and, placing you on your back, you yelp as he lays you on the couch. He dives in for your lips again. He crawls on top of you, wasting no time shoving his length into you. Cupping your face. He rocks his hips, his cock filling you up once again. He speeds up, drilling into you. Your legs fold up to your chest, giving him better access to your pussy. As he thrusts into you, his beautiful eyes meet your own, his gaze thirsty for more. He rests his forehead against you and pants.

“You close?”

“If you touch me again. Play with me a little then I’ll come… please Joel…”

“Yeah? Like this baby?”

He aggressively rubs your core, his hand in sync with his hips. You nod and let out a series of incoherent babbles. You move against his hand and cock, a pool of ecstasy filling your stomach and drowning your senses. Your heat builds and builds until you break. You clench down around him, your breath leaving you as Joel’s mouth falls onto your own. With a few more of his own pumps, his seed is spilling inside you.

“Oh shit” he curses “fuck baby it’s just you felt so good shit I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine I’m on the pill.”

“You sure it’s ok?

You nod and he kisses you deeply, lips pressing firmly on your own. You moan, holding his face.

“You just might be the most perfect thing on the planet, ya know that?”

“Whatever you say.” you chuckle

“I know this may come off as formal given what we just did, but I really wanna take you out for a drink sometime. Like an actual date. If you want?”

“Yes Joel, I’d like that very much.”

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[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

I will never be able to top this. I think this is the only Tom Hanson x Reader smut/nsfw on the internet, especially a yandere version. You're welcome

Please Love Me

Summary: You don't drink, because you know you always make stupid choices and that's what you did tonight Word Count: 3,449 Pairings: Yandere! Tom Hanson x Reader TW: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Tease Tom, Thigh Riding [Male Receiving], Orgasm Denial, Slight Angst, Blowjobs/Handjobs, Creampie, Drunk Reader, Friends w/ Benefits [I know I have a 21 Jumpstreet account, but it's not very popular :( which is sad, because I love the show]

At first, you declined the drinks, but there was nothing worse than being the only sober person with a bunch of drunk people. One drink turned into two and two turned into five. You didn't know when it hit, but after taking a shot, your mind started to gush.

The room was spinning and you couldn't make out faces. You could hear people talking to you, but you weren't listening to them. In fact, your mind was else where. You were thinking about visiting someone.

You knew you shouldn't, you were co-workers, but you knew you wouldn't be able to make it home. Not in the condition you were in. He was close, you had been to his apartment before. In those fleeting moments where you both were more than co-workers. You didn't want anything committed, in fear of it getting inbetween your job, but it was hard to keep away.

He made it hard to leave or stay away, because everytime he touched you, your skin burned. You loved the way he felt against you and his breath down you neck. He must have liked the arrangement too, because he suggested you both be friends with benefits. When the bedroom door closed, you could have fun, but when they open, you're just co-workers again. On paper it was nice, until he decided that he didn't actually like it and gave you an ultimatum.

'If you want to keep messing around, I want to date you. I really like you, Y/n and I want our relationship to be something outside of sex.'

You shivered when his words came back to you. You liked Tom, but you didn't want to put yourself out there for a pretty boy. You didn't know if he was home or if he was still at the office, but it was worth a shot. The voice telling you this was a bad idea was getting lighter and lighter, until you could no longer hear it.

You lightly knocked on his door, a part of hoping you he wouldn't answer. You knew if he didn't you would just go home. There was silence and you turned to leave, but the door opened.

"Y/n."

You froze, your mind not agreeing with your body.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine-" You quickly swished around to see him.

He was hanging outside of his door, looking at you concerned. You looked down at your hands, your eyes dropping and your body slouches. He quickly caught you before you fell and brought you into his apartment. He lays you on the couch, before laying a hand on your forehead. His frown deepened, before you push your way to sit up.

"I'm fine." You grab his hand, pulling him in, "You're so pretty-"

He chuckles and you frown, letting go of him.

"I should go home. I shouldn't be here," You tried to get up, but he pushes you down. You glare up on him, "What the hell-"

"Oh, don't be like that, Y/n." He scoots your body back, so he can sit on the edge. "Are you thirsty?"

You giggle, grabbing his arm and pulling yourself up, leaning your chin on his shoulder, "Extremely~."

"What do you want to drink?" He was either a really good actor or he was clueless on your intentions. He was probably just ignoring your advances in fear of falling into your seductive nature and regretting it tomorrow.

"You," You walk your pointer and middle finger across his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" He decides to humor you a little. "Maybe if you're good, you can get some."

You pull yourself onto your knees, leaning on him, "I can be good."

He smirks, pushing some hair out of your face, "Oh, can you?"

"Mhmm," You hum, closing your eyes, before yawning.

"Tired, yeah?"

"No, I can go-" You look towards the door, your mind trying to convince you to leave so you don't not only embarrass yourself further, but also so you don't do something you'll regret.

"No." He grabs your wrist, pulling your chin to look him in the eyes, "Stay. Here, lay down. I'll be right back."

He forces you down and you decide to take the time to look around his living room. It wasn't anything special; It was definitely a room of a bachelor male. It was rather plain and boring when you thought about it.

He hadn't changed it since the last time you had been here. You looked over at the coffee table, your mind going to when he had you pounded up against it as he pounded into you. You remember the sound of his balls smacking against you and the sound of your cum mixing and swishing. You blushed a dark red, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts.

You feel your eyes slowly start to close, before a bottle is thrown at you.

"Catch."

You glare at Tom, as he sheepishly smiles, realizing he said it to soon. He sits at the edge by your feet, looking up at you.

"So."

"So." You look away from him, trying not to let the slutty thoughts consume your mind. You wanted him to do dirty things to you, but you knew he wanted more than that. More than sex. You guessed you should be greatful that he wanted you for more than sex. Grateful that he has fucked you all around his apartment and he wants to be in a relationship with you, but you were scared of being vulnerable.

"I'm sorry."

He looked over at you confused. You were worried that maybe your words were to slurred and he didn't understand you, but he did hear you.

"You're sorry? For what?"

"For leaving... You know- When you said it's either me or you have to leave." You push yourself up in a sitting position, avoiding eye contact with him. "I guess I'm scared."

"Scared? Of what? Me?"

You sigh, "No! Well," You bite your lip, "No... I'm not scared of you persay... I'm scared.... you'll you know." You finally looked at him and he was looking at you, expecting you to finish your statement. You groaned, rubbing your forehead. You tense up and look away from him again, "of being..... uh, vulnerable?"

You hear him chuckle and you blush out of embarrassment and glare at him.

"What's so funny?"

"I mean... Well, I'm vulnerable with you and yet you ignore me at work, go out of your way to avoid me-"

"Okay. I get it, I'm a terrible person."

"I'm not saying that." He pulls in closer to you, "But- I love you, Y/n and nothing you do will ever destroy these feelings. Even if you are a bitch to me."

You make eye contact with him. He's so close and that's when it happens. He kisses you. Well, you wouldn't really call it a kiss, but your lips were touching. When he finally pulled away, there was saliva connecting your mouths together. He was quick to kiss you again, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands went to the back of his hair, tangling into his hair.

He could kiss you forever. He loved you more than anything and god he wished you shared those feelings. He enjoyed when you both went undercover together, especially if you posing as a couple. Though, when you went undercover, but not 'together' he'd get so angry when seeing guys hit on you.

You were to pretty for guys like that. Also, they were just immature high school boys who could never please you like he does. He wanted to bash their heads in with a brick; Thankfully, he was always able to shake those thoughts off before they got too loud. He just wanted you so bad and sometimes he was willing to do anything to have you.

You were his air and he needed you to breath. But, even went those thoughts, he needed to back off so you could breath. You leaned back, your stomach twirling and your legs squeezing tighter. Your breathing was heavy, but Tom was ready to go again, so he shoved his head into your neck and started to kiss your neck to your shoulders.

You groaned, tightening your fingers into his hair. You push him in forward, as he groans in your ear. You pull up your leg, your thigh dragging on his crotch and you can feel him harden.

"God, you're already hard? Were you hard before or after I showed up?" You tease, brushing his hair with your fingers. God, it was so soft and pretty.

You hear him laugh, but he doesn't answer you. Instead, he continues to push his crotch into your thigh and he slowly rocks back and forth. You smirk to yourself, before deciding to help him out; You move your leg up and down, causing him to loudly moan. It made you excited that such a pretty boy was so turned on by you. It was empowering.

You felt him speed up his thrusting and you knew he was about to cum and you pulled your leg back. He quickly glares up at you, a heavy frown overtaking his face.

"What the hell, Y/n."

"What? You thought you could get off before me? That's not fair."

"Oh, you want to get off? I'll get you off." He quickly picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He opens a door, before slamming your back against the door, slamming it shut; His lips are quick to connect with yours. The kiss is sloppy and messy, feeling rushed, like he's kissing you for the last time.

You're thrown onto his bed, bouncing back a little. You hear some clothes russle and you can only assume he's stripping. You freeze for a second, realizing that you were really about to have sex with him, again. Just a few weeks ago, he was telling you he wasn't having sex with you if you didn't want to commit.

"Are you going to strip or do you want me to help you?"

You roll your eyes, but slowly unbuttoning your blouse, before throwing it across the room. You turn around, arching your back, "Can you get my bra, Thomas?"

You feel the bed dip, before feeling his fingers lightly graze your back and then a click. He then snakes his arms around your back, squeezing your now free tits and leaning his chin on your shoulder. You bite your lip as he squeezes and gropes your breast. One of his hands plays with your nipple, pinching and flicking it.

You lean into his chest, moaning, your hands gripping into his shoulders. You hear him chuckle as your nails dig into his skin and you just wanted him to fuck you already. Although, he seemed intent on teasing you.

"Tom- Please," You lightly beg, pushing your ass against his crotch.

"What baby? What do you want?"

You groaned, not knowing how to tell him what you wanted. You knew he would tease you if you asked him to fuck you.

"Well, if you don't want to tell me what you want, why don't you put that mouth to use and suck me off?"

Your brought down to his knees, his cock smacking against your cheek. You looked up at him, his hair messy and all over, some of the strands covering his face. God, if he wasn't so hot, you wouldn't be on your knees for him.

His dick was nice, thick and lean. It curved at the tip, which was once a nice pink, but now was a painful red. He had some light blue veins running up his cock, but they were probably showing because he was painfully hard. He had a nice brown, almost black, bush covering his balls that was groomed enough where you could still see said balls.

You pushed your hand up and down his cock, before lightly licking his tip. His slit was already leaking precum and you dragged your finger across it before sticking your finger in your mouth. You look up at him, as you suck on it, before popping it out of your mouth.

"Oh, come on. I know you can do more than that."

You smirk, thrusting your hand up and down his shaft, before finally stick his cock in your mouth. You lightly bobbed your head up and down, slurping up the precum that leaked out through his tip. You swirled your tongue around his cock, dragging it up and down, before popping his cock down your throat.

Your hand continued to work on the base of his cock, moving quickly. He was loudly groaning as you stuck his dick back inside your mouth. Your hands went to his balls, playing and feeling them up. You lightly massaged them, which caused Tom's eyes to roll back. God, moments like this enabled his delusions of dating you. You were to good and there was no way he was going to let another man have you.

He was a pretty man and you had told him that multiple times. Why, woman had been at his feet for as long as he can remember. He always fought with his exs, but he would never fight with you. He might get mad at you, but then he'd remember how good the sex is and he would get over it. Don't get him wrong, he loves you for multiple other things, [Ex. personality, your passion, etc] but god the sex was definitely a plus.

He's brought back to reality when he hears the slurping of you sucking his cock like a lollipop. His groans turn into moans as his hands grip the back of your head and he thrusts deeply inside of you, hitting the back of your throat. You were quick to grab his thighs, hoping to control the speed, but Tom was to far gone.

He quickly thrusted, before his legs began to spasm and he pulled out his cock, cumming all over your face and into your throat. His cum covered your face and when you touched your face, it stretched out. God, you felt so sticky and gross. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with his pasty, translucent cum. Some of the cum leaked out of your mouth, dripping down your chin and Tom couldn't imagine anything hotter. It really instilled in his mind that you were his and no other man could take you like this. They could try over his dead body, but they would never be him.

You swallowed what you could, still trying not to choke on the massive load. You look up at him, glaring, upset that he had gotten off before you, especially when you denied him before. Though, if there was one thing about Tom, is that he always got what he wanted. Maybe that's why you were with him now.

Tom helped you up, before pushing you on the bed. You groaned as he crawled on top of you.

"God, Tom, you're already hard again?" You taunt, not expecting him to respond.

"With your body it's hard not to."

You blush at his words, quickly looking away from him, but he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed. Well, actually, you look really pretty when you're blushing, but I might be bias." He kisses your cheek, before reaching down to his cock and grabbing it, before slowly grazing your entrance.

He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, as he goes down to your ass. He slowly pushes his tip inside of your pussy, painfully slow.

"Oh, don't tease me Tom, please-"

Did you know you made him crazy? Did you know that you made him want to do bad things to you. God, you filled his mind like a drug and he couldn't stop himself and he couldn't let you down.

He thrusted into you deeply, causing you to moan, surprised. His nails dig into your ass as he slowly thrusts inside you, creating a nice rhythm. His room filled with the echos of his heavy balls smacking your ass. He looked down, which he shouldn't have done, nearly cumming right then when seeing his dick imprint filling your stomach. Not to mention when he pulled out, a thin ring of cum covered his base.

Your stomach twisted and turned as he quickened his pace, causing the bed the shake and hit the wall. You could hear the squeak of the wall, barely covering up your moans.

"Uh, yeah, yeah- Uh!"

"Oh, Y/n~ Y/n~ Ugh. Mmm, mmm, ugh."

"Fuck- Oh, fuck yeah! Ahh! Yes Yes YES!"

The twist inside of you finally popped. He could feel your gummy walls squeezing him, before finally feeling your walls gushing as you cum all over his dick. He begins to quickly thrust inside of you, chasing his high, as it slowly becomes sloppy, until he finally cums inside of you.

When you felt him cum inside, your eyes widened when realizing you hadn't asked him to not cum inside or to even put on a condom. You groaned, mad that you let your lust cloud your judgement. It was fine, you'd just get some plan B tomorrow.

Tom watches as his cum, along with yours, leaks out of you. He could feel himself slowly harden again inside of your warm pussy, but when he saw your tired face, he knew that he wasn't about to get a round two. So instead, he pulls you in close, big spooning you, while still keep his cock inside of you.

You groaned, feeling him harden, but then his dick softens inside of you. You had been scared for a few seconds that he was going to go again, but when he pulls you into a cuddle, your fear quickly diminished. You leaned into him, accepting his affectionate, even though you knew you'd regret not leaving tomorrow.

---

You awoke with a banging headache. You didn't remember what had happened last night, but you were sure it wasn't good. You turned your head, your eyes going wide when seeing a familiar face. He looked surreal in his sleep and you wanted to reach out to touch him, but you were scared you were going to wake him. You slowly got out of the bed, only to be startled when seeing yourself naked.

You rushed to pick up your clothes, trying not to wake him. It must have been your unlucky day, because he was staring at you, confused when you had your back turned.

"Where are you going?"

You practically froze, hoping that maybe he would go back to sleep or he'd pretend he doesn't see you.

"You know I can see you, right?"

God, could he read your mind? You put on a smile, before turning towards him. "I'm hungry."

He hums, pulling off the blankets, before stretching out his back. There's a few cracks and he pushes himself out of his bed. He scratches the back of his neck and looked over at you with hooded eyes.

It was weird to you that he was butt ass naked, yet he was acting like he was fully clothed. It almost made you think he was narcissistic or maybe egotistical.

"Yeah... I'll make something. What do you want?"

"It's fine-"

"No. Don't leave." He goes towards his dresser, grabbing some clothes and you watch him, feeling strange, "I can't believe you were going to leave before I woke up. Not even a 'Fuck You'."

You feel a sting of guilt at the pain in his voice. "I just wanted to get something to eat."

"Sure... If you say so. Like I said, I'll make something."

You go to the bed, sitting at the edge, "Okay. I'll wait here."

You were lying. You were going to leave, but you weren't about to admit it. And the way he looked back at you, his eyes a little sadden at waking up to you trying to leave broke your heart.

"You won't leave?"

"Not until you kick me out."

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

Arguing with Tom Hanson, and it leading to the best make up sex ever (f! reader)

Tom's frustrating, so damn frustrating. He's impulsive, and even though he's just following what he believes, it gets him into a lot of trouble.

Especially with you.

He can't keep a relationship for the life of him, he's terrible at it. He's a ladies man but he's not good at actually.. Expressing anything once he's got the girl.

You get into so many fights with him, stare daggers at him, tell him how you fucking hate him. And he's got some choice words to say.

But it's not long before all that tension builds up into some lustful haze, your lips crashing against each other, his hand already tracing up your thigh.

This is the only way he knows to apologize, with him between your thighs, in one way or another.

But he knows he fucked up tonight, and as clothes start being thrown on the floor - both of you somehow making out, stripping, and making your way to the bedroom - he knows exactly what to do. It's like routine, like he's on a mission.

He's shoving you against the bed, his face already lowered to your core, lapping up your arousal, your fingers tight in his hair.

You're cursing him out all while he's just taking it, tongue flicking against your clit as he gently pushed two fingers inside you, curling them against your g-spot.

Soon enough, you're crying out his name in pleasure, gushing around him as he lets you ride out your orgasm, giving you small pushes of pleasure, but not enough to be overwhelming.

He gives you enough time to calm down before rolling a condom on over his painfully hard cock, lining himself up with your slick cunt, and pushing in.

He's whispering apologies, mixed in with soft curses and praises about how good you feel, how you were made for him, how much he loves you, all while slamming into that sweet spot that just makes you cry out his name.

His hold on your hips is unrelenting, almost bruisingly so, but he's driving you both closer to the edge, to the climax you both are so desperately chasing.

And then you're coming undone around him, as he spills inside the condom, peppering kisses all over your face, praising you for taking him so well.

It's smooth sailing after he pulls out, throwing the condom away, because he's immediately helping you put your clothes back on (or his clothes), pulling you back close to him.

Yeah, you really can't stay mad at him for long.

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[jayflrt]

yours forever in 786

PAIRING ▸ private investigator!jay park x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ social media au (smau), smut, fluff, angst, mystery, drama, enemies to lovers au, college au, rich kid au

SUMMARY ▸ after being blackmailed into accepting an assignment, jay park, a young private detective, is thrown back into college. this time, though, he’s at an ivy league and tasked to follow you to uncover what dark secrets your old money family is hiding. in doing this, jay must fraternize with your inner circle by joining a secret society called the "order of kryptos.” what he doesn’t realize is that the deeper he gets into his mission, the more he starts to lose himself.

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, slowburn, alcohol/drug consumption, portrayals of addiction, sexual jokes, sexual content, betrayals!! backstabbing!!, toxic relationships, order of kryptos isn’t a real secret society but heavily inspired by the ivy league secret societies, emotional cheating (BOOOO! not from mc or jay tho), jay and mc have a small age gap (2 years), most of the characters are pretty toxic so please note that this is not attune to their real life personalities at ALL

UPDATE SCHEDULE ▸ every day

PLAYLIST ▸ fatal trouble by enhypen • still sane by lorde • this is what makes us girls by lana del rey • too good by troye sivan • paparazzi by lady gaga • old money by lana del rey • i was never there by the weeknd, gesaffelstein • prisoner by the weeknd, lana del rey

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! i’m back with another smau but this one’s less lighthearted and more heavy ? sort of an experiment let's see how it goes, but hope u enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡

CHATROOMS !

TEASER

PROFILES ONE | TWO

ACT ONE: THE TRANSFER

01. skip tracer to millionaire pipeline

02. besties with testes

03. who the fuck is princessyuna

04. the world of the elite

05. please don't the tom nook

06. standing on business (vlog boycott)

07. friend (noun.) not heeseung

08. boo boo the fool

09. professional haters debut

10. 21 jump street for nepo babies

11. how to not bleed to death

12. jay/n train

13. leather jacket

14. no goodbye sucks or fucks

15. ugly truths

16. girlfriend but the girl is silent

17. justice for stress shitters

18. alcohol shortage when

ACT TWO: THE INVITATION

19. attention seeker

20. and there was one bed

21. every boy for himself

22. rhymes with loona

23. out-testosteroned

24. white lies

25. heart-to-heart

26. the athenaeum

27. sock sock shoe shoe

28. group ass fucking

29. post defamation dinner date

30. final verdict

31. do you have time to talk about our lord and savior

32. tap to get tapped back

33. mad as fuck (the remix)

34. in too deep

35. change my world

36. provisional fight club

37. go piss girl

38. girlhood won

39. we can't do this

40. pledge week

41. babygirls with daddy issues

42. they must be really good friends

43. hot jay summer

44. dangerous entanglements

45. the fifth interview candidate

UNCUTS !

TBD.

ONGOING 7/29/24

[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Pretty Lady

Summary: Your favorite co-worker offers you a ride.

The room was dark and the only light was coming from your lamp. Your eyes dropped as you leaned on your hand, trying not to fall asleep. Your head leaned forward before you jolted back up. You groan, before rubbing your temples.

"Y/n, what are you doing still here? It's late."

You look up to the voice, a little foggy, "Paperwork." You yawn, as you lean back in your chair, trying not to fall asleep.

"How are you going to get home?"

"I was going to take the subway-"

Tom bends over to look you in the eyes," In your condition? You'll fall asleep before you make it underground. I'll drive you home."

"No, it's fine." You yawn again, your eyes, slowly drifting, "I'll be.... I'll be fine..."

"Yeah, no. I'm taking you home."

----

"Nice car," You remark, observing his air freshener, which was a pair of dice. "Retro," You say, gesturing towards them.

"My ex got it for me."

"I don't really keep anything my exs give me," You lean on your arm, letting the wind blow in your face to try and keep yourself awake.

"Sometimes you kind of get stuck with it."

You nod, "Yeah. Take a right here. I get that," You turn to him, "But even if I did, I wouldn't keep it where I can see it unless I missed them."

He chuckles, "You sound jealous."

You laughed a little, your head bobbing a little. "There's nothing to be jealous of," You remark, leaning your head on his dashboard.

"How long have you been up?" He said, pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex.

"Couldn't sleep last night. So much noise... Friday night parties."

"You do live right next to a main high way."

"No.... College kids. NYU... a few blocks away. They're not usually loud, but... You know... Holidays," Your sentences became shorter as you slowly drifted to sleep.

"Do you want me to take you to my place?"

There was a moment of silence, before he lightly shook you, and you straightened up, "No, it's fine.... Walk... Stairs... No, elevator... Quick. So tired... Knock out... the couch."

"Yeah, I'm taking you to my place. I don't trust that you'll make it to your apartment."

---

Tom parked his car, before turning towards you, but from the looks of it, you were knocked out. He lightly grabbed your bicep, softly rocking you, but you didn't wake up. He takes out his key, before opening his door, shutting it, and going to your side.

He opens the door, quickly grabbing you when you nearly fell out. He pushes his hands towards your knees, before picking you up princess-style.

He takes you to his apartment, softly shutting the door with his foot. He goes to his bed, lightly placing you on his bed, covering you, before heading towards his living room. Tom goes towards his closet, grabbing some extra blankets and pillows before setting up a spot on the couch.

----

You felt the light hit your face and burn into your eyes. You quickly sit up when realizing you weren't in your room. You look around the bedroom, before going to the curtains and closing them. You rub your head, trying to remember what had happened last night. You had been so tired, it was all a blur.

You slowly open the bedroom door and looked down the hallway, before spotting a light coming from the living room. You slowly walk towards it, surprised when you see Tom.

"Morning, Sunshine."

The male looks towards you, cracking a smirk, "Did you sleep well, Sleeping Beauty?"

"Peace and quiet was nice," You yawn, "College guys were celebrating because one of them got straight A's for the semester. They're usually pretty chill."

"You were knocked out like a rock," He chuckles.

"Yeah. They've been at it all week. Haven't been able to get any sleep. Slept in my car during lunch."

"Aww, you poor thing," He jokingly mocks, raising his hand towards you to caress your cheek. "You're always welcomed to stay with me."

"How charming," You roll your eyes, "Besides, it's not a big deal. Kids like partying."

"Young and free. No parents to tell them no."

"Yeah. You know Tom," You look over at him, making direct eye contact, "Thanks... You know... For letting me stay."

"Like I said, you're always welcome here. I mean it."

"Thanks Tom. I appreciate it."

[thirtysomethingloser92]

It almost always annoys me when I finish watching something, and then go to read fanfiction about it and the fandom and/or pairing is almost nonexistent.

I’ve really gotta be the change I wanna see huh?

[mrsstan21]

Attention to Detail

GIF credit: @angel060563

Summary: Men rarely pay attention to the things women say, but that's not the case with Officer Tom Hanson.

Tom Hanson x Reader 

A/N: Just a quick Drabble!

Warnings: None! fluff!

Word Count: 958 :)

For the past three weeks me and Penhall were at a local high school making a bust on drug dealing. 

It was always fun when me and Doug were put on a case together, he always knew how to make these cases interesting.

After I got a gun pointed to my head by one of the suspects we made an arrest. 

I asked Jenko if I could have the day off and work at my desk. 

“Hey how you doing” Penhall asked pulling a chair next to me. 

“I’m fine…isn’t the first time I got a gun placed to my head”.  

“Hanson, Penhall, Y/L/N in my office” Jenko spoke. 

I took a seat next to Penhall on the couch while Hanson stood up.

“We got a new case apparently somebody is trying to relocate SouthCentral High School one room at a time. Last night was the fourth BE in the same amount of months. No forced entry, no busted windows”. Jenko informed.

“Doesn’t sound like much of a break in” I added. 

“Burglary says to smacks of an inside gig. Like one kid gets a set of master keys, the next thing, half the school’s drinking free sodas, and on top of that, some teachers getting free roses from so secret admirer” Jenko continued.

“Got any suspects?” Hanson asked. 

“Got a couple. My best bet is a guy named Jeffery Stone. Sells everything from hot records to tickets to the Boss’s concerts, third row”. 

“Sounds like a real sales man” I spoke. 

“well Hanson your on this case. Penhall will be your backup in case things go south. Y/N I want you here going over this Stone guys profile see if you can get anything off him” Jenko informed us.

“Not a problem I gotta help Ayoki study for his test anyway”.

The three of us group outside by Hansons desk. 

“So aside from the kid selling merchandise we also got a stalker creeping on a teacher and leaving her flowers” Penhall spoke grabbing a cup of coffee.

“At least she’s getting flowers” I mumbled sitting on Hanson’s desk. 

“Aw come on Y/N I bet you get flowers all the time” Penhall teased. 

I rolled my eyes. 

“What no one’s given you a bouquet of roses?” Hanson asked. 

I look at him. 

“I don’t even remember the last time I got a single flower let alone a whole bouquet. Besides roses are so clique every girl loves red roses. I on the other hand am very different...Would make my day if a guy got me a single white lily my favorite flower”.   

***

It was getting late, Ayoki and I had been doing practice questions for I don’t know how many hours. 

We decided to break for a while and I took it as an opportunity to rest my head on my desk. 

But ended up knocking out instead. 

The sound of a loud book hitting my desk made me shot up. 

“A felon cannot be issued a drivers license” I spoke still half asleep. 

I rubbed my eyes to see a smiling Hanson sitting on top of my desk. 

“Oh it’s just you Hanson” I yawed stretching. 

“What are you still doing here this late” he broke into a smirk.

“it’s not that late it’s only…midnight” I looked over at my watch.

“She was helping me study that is until she fell asleep two hours ago” Ayoki smiled passing by.

“God I am tiered” I rubbed my eyes again. 

“Why don’t you let me give you a ride I’m about to head out anyways” Hanson said. 

I took him up on his offer, and he drove me home. 

“Can I ask you something” he asked staring at the road in front of him.

“Shoot.”

“You know so much about cars yet you don’t own one?” He smirked.

I let out a small chuckle. 

“Yeah well I live about a twenty min walk from the chapel. 

And if I ever wanted a ride somewhere I don’t live that far away from Penhall so I could always ask him for a lift”. 

“From the time I’ve been here not once have I seen you and Penhall come in together”.

“Ok if I’m honest I prefer walking it helps clear my mind”.

“Sounds like a fair game” he glances over at me. 

When we arrived to the front of my apartment complex I thanked him for the ride. 

He stayed and made sure I got inside before taking off. 

Hanson was starting to rub off on me. 

***

The following day Hanson closed the case, and made an arrest turns out the janitor was the one setting up Stone. 

I was at my desk cleaning out my file drawer when I notice someone sit on my desk. 

Looking up I saw a smiling Hanson again.

“Hey Hanson congrats not screwing up your case” I smiled. 

“Thanks…hey I got something for you” he spoke nervously. 

I gave him a confused look before he pulled his hand from behind his back. 

There in my sight was a single white lily. 

“What’s this” I smiled. 

“Well you said  you didn’t remember the last time you got a flower so I took it upon myself to get you one” he smiled. 

“And you got me a white lily” I took the flower from him smelling it.

“What you didn’t think I was paying attention?”.

“Well Hanson no offense but most guys don’t usually pay attention to what comes out of my mouth. But in fact are paying more attention to…well you get the idea” I laughed. 

“Well I just thought you could use something nice to start your day” he smiled.

I got up and kissed him on his cheek. 

“Thank you Hanson” I whispered to him. 

He blushes.