#Jimmy keene smut

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Hello! Can I request a Jimmy Keene x reader fic where they go on vacation togheter? And it could be smutty too :)

Have a good day!

Romantic Surprise / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Summary: Jimmy decides to surprise you with a two-week vacation to Hawaii for your three-year anniversary.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS smut with plot (unprotected p in v, face fucking m and f, oral m and f, hair pulling, cum showing, spanking, and handjob), swearing, lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: Hi lovely! Absolutely, of course😁 Thank you so much for requesting, it honestly means the world to me 😘 I hope you like it and it turned out how you wanted! Have a good day also my love! Thank you for reading. Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out. Enjoy!

Edit: I am so sorry that it took me so long, I honestly have had the worst writer's block and been so busy lately that I couldn't write anything and I hated it! But I made it longer and tried to get it done as quickly as possible to try and make up for it 😅 I hope you liked it anyways!

Word count: 4k

You had spoken about wanting to go on vacation for a while now, wanting to get away for a while with a change of scenery. Somewhere warm and salty. You and Jimmy hadn't gone away on a vacation together in the three years you'd been dating and you thought it would be a really nice way of making some memories together, so, you'd been asking Jimmy to go away somewhere. He'd said no at the time, that work had been demanding, so you've let it go. Hopeful for a future getaway at some point. You understood how stressful and long his work days could be.

Unbeknownst to you, Jimmy had been planning a trip for weeks as a surprise for your three-year anniversary, wanting to do something special for you. Without you, Jimmy didn't know where he would be, you had brought an air of calmness and love to his life that he'd never experienced. Jimmy would honestly do absolutely anything for you, he was so deeply in love with you. So, if a vacation would make you happy then he would take you to your dream location, Hawaii. He would make it the most beautiful and romantic place that he could possibly find, somewhere amazing.

You were sitting on the couch, two weeks before your anniversary, when Jimmy came home to surprise you. He had a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand and a small white envelope in the other. Your face of surprise and confusion shows as he hands them to you with a large knowing smile on his face, "What's this for?" You question with a joyful nervous laugh as you place them to the side of you so you can give him some love. As Jimmy sits on the couch next to you, you pull him in for a hug, followed by a gentle kiss that has you both savouring the moment, reluctant to pull away. As you do, it's slow and your lips linger close but unfortunately, Jimmy pulls away. He ushers to the envelope, "Open it."

You pick the envelope up, peeling open the back and pull out two tickets from inside. You stare at them for a moment, confused, reading over what they were for. Jimmy watches as a look of realisation registers on your face, "Are you serious?" you question in shock, hand by your mouth. He nods with a huge smile, "Seriously baby, I know how badly you've been wanting to get away somewhere. So what better timing than our anniversary?" Jimmy watches as absolute joy takes over your features, an ecstatic squeal escaping as you throw yourself at him. Jimmy laughs happily as he catches you just in time, arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

Jimmy smiled into your shoulder, "Is that a good anniversary gift?" he questioned with a smirk, you nodded aggressively into his shoulder, hugging him tighter. "Amazing, thank you so much." You pull back with a large smile on your face, looking at the tickets once more. Jimmy was so glad you liked them, he had the whole trip planned out with things he knew you would love to do, with in-between days to just relax or at the beach. He catches you frown for a moment, panic building within. "What's wrong?" he asks nervously, hoping nothing was wrong. You turn to him with a pout, "How am I supposed to top that present?" you wonder sadly, and Jimmy just laughs, shaking his head.

The two weeks leading up to your anniversary were hell, the days went by so slowly and felt elongated. Jimmy could see the pent-up excitement and impatience building with each day that passed, he just kept laughing at you. When the three-day before mark came up, you were bouncing with joy and couldn't wait to pack. You were meticulous in your packing, making sure he had enough outfit choices and options, and all the necessities that you didn't need to use over the next few days. Jimmy just sat on the bed shirtless, ready for bed and watched you with a smile. He was happy that you were happy, that was enough for him.

On the day of, you had a checklist, making sure you both had everything you needed. Everything was packed, Jimmy made sure, he didn't want anything to go wrong. He wanted this trip to be perfect for you because that was what you deserved, nothing short of perfection. You both made your way to the airport, bags in hand and ready to enjoy the 8-hour flight in first class. You had complimentary snacks and drinks, private seats for you and Jimmy, and an amazing view that took your breath away. You had also taken a 3-hour nap cuddled up to your boyfriend.

-

When you arrived in Kapalua, you immediately fell in love. It was warm and sunny, and the scenery was to die for. Everyone you spoke to for directions to your hotel was just lovely and incredibly helpful, everything just felt amazing. Even the route to your hotel, which was right by the beach, took your breath away with its beauty. You marvelled at everything that passed by, not able to take your eyes away for even a second, in case you missed anything. It was everything you imagined it would be and more, you were not disappointed. Jimmy of course paid for a 5-star hotel, wanting only the best for you. It had cost him way more but seeing the look on your face as you pulled up to the hotel made it all worth it.

Jimmy mentioned having some surprises planned over the next few days, things that he knew you would love and things he would enjoy also, you felt incredibly excited about what they may be. Any time you asked for a hint about even just one of the plans, he would just smile knowingly and shake his head refusing. You felt bad because you didn't have a hand in anything planned for your anniversary, Jimmy had done and thought of everything. What mattered most to you was that Jimmy also enjoyed himself, you didn't want everything to be about you, it was both of your anniversary.

Everything about the place was grandeur, lavish with white marble and gold accents. The place was huge, people were everywhere and busy, but it didn't feel stressful like it normally did at hotels. It blew every expectation you'd had, it made the excitement run wild within you. Jimmy laughed as he had to pull you along with him wherever he went because you were too busy looking at everything around you like a child on Christmas.

Even the typically boring trip from the lobby to your room was exciting, finally being able to unpack your belongings and explore where you would be staying for the next two weeks. Your room was open and large, it had a modern sleek look to it. You couldn't believe how much space and rooms there were in here, you felt like royalty and it was a nice feeling just this once to have. Your personal favourite room, other than the bedroom, was the bathroom. It was massive with an open walk-in two-person shower and a huge tub that could fit you both easily, everything was pristine white and clean.

"You really have spoiled me," you mention appreciatively as you make your way to the balcony, stepping out to marvel at the gorgeous view of the beach from your room, it was breathtaking. You couldn't believe you were here and for your anniversary no less. You always felt bad that you couldn't repay Jimmy with lavish gifts and fancy trips in return, not that he was complaining about the sexual favours but you wished you could do more to show him how appreciative you felt for all he did and continued to do for you. He treated you like a queen, constantly, even down to the littlest of things. Like buying you your favourite coffee in the mornings because he knew you weren't a morning person, it was always the little things that made you love him more (if that were even possible).

You couldn't wait to spend most of your time down by the beach, laying on a lounging chair with a cocktail and a book in hand as you bask in the warmth of the sun on your skin. Plus, the bonus is getting to ogle at your gorgeous shirtless boyfriend for hours while he tans and sweats, in the best possible way. You were also excited about trying different foods and exploring what was around, just enjoying yourselves and making wonderful memories with the man you love.

-

Four days into your vacation, you and Jimmy went out for a special date night. What was special about it? You had no idea, Jimmy just told you to dress up extra nicely and to be ready for 6 PM. So you spent some time showering, deciding on the perfect outfit, and applying some makeup. You also decided to put one of your sexiest lingerie sets on, it gave you a little extra confidence and made you feel all the more beautiful for your date.

It was all worth it to see the look on Jimmy's face when you stepped out of the bathroom all dressed up, "Wow... baby, you look stunning." Jimmy complimented in awe as he stood up and walked towards you, the biggest smile on his face. You took a moment to appreciate how your boyfriend looked also, a black and white suit with two buttons undone on the dress shirt, he looked divine. "Thank you, so do you." You could feel your cheeks warm as Jimmy placed a gentle and loving kiss on your cheek, his arms sliding around your waist to pull you into his front, his hand caressing your butt. You wrap your arms around his waist in return, "You ready?" he asks happily, and you nod.

The restaurant was magical, the sun was setting slowly in the background which shone through the multiple long glass windows all around you, the orange and pink hues dancing across surfaces and people's skin. Fairy lights decorated the ceilings and walls, and candles were lit in the centre of each table, along with flowers. You were seated at a table by the window, it was fairly busy here so you were thankful you even managed to get a table. Thankfully, Jimmy had booked ahead beforehand. His keen (no pun intended lol) organisational skills were something you loved about him, he always thought two steps ahead.

The vibe was incredibly romantic, you were one of many couples that were enjoying themselves in their own little happy bubbles. The aura was infectious, everyone around you seemed loving and affectionate. You were so happy that you got two weeks of Jimmy all to yourself, which had already mostly consisted of alcohol, relaxing, and sex. Things were honestly perfect and you couldn't wait to keep doing it.

You and Jimmy put your drink and food orders in before excusing yourself to go to the toilet, taking your time to touch up your makeup and spray a little extra perfume. Even the bathroom was fancy with little hand towels and toiletries for emergencies on the corner of the sink, you could stay in there all night, it was that nice. You were also thankful that it smelt nice in there, like flowers and honey, it was lovely. When you finally returned to the table Jimmy had the biggest "I've done something" look on his face, the smile taking over his face. He was trying to be smooth about it but was failing terribly, you glare at him jokingly. "What have you done?" you ask suspiciously, knowing he's done something.

"Me? I am an innocent man sitting at his table simply waiting for his food and beautiful girlfriend to return." He winked, feigning innocence as he picked up your hand and brought it closer to him. "And now that you have," Jimmy places a kiss against your knuckles, "hello gorgeous." You roll your eyes but feel your cheeks warm, a smile appearing. "You can't fool me with your charm, sir." You tease playfully, stroking Jimmy's smooth chin lovingly. Jimmy places gentle kisses against your fingers as he strokes your arm closest to him.

After you both finish your food, which was absolutely delicious, you decide to share a dessert. You were waiting no longer than fifteen minutes before your dessert was brought out, you both decided on a fruit and chocolate waffle. When the plate was placed directly in front of you, you were shocked because right there under the waffle was writing. 'Will you marry me?' with an absolutely gorgeous and large diamond ring. Your jaw drops open as you turn to face Jimmy who is staring at you nervously but with a smile nonetheless. Tears begin to fill your eyes, "Are you serious?" you question emotionally.

Jimmy nods and says your full name as he stands up and gets down on one knee, "You are the most amazing, beautiful, kind, and thoughtful person I have ever met. You have stood by me through thick and thin, been by my side no matter what and haven't judged me for who I am. There is no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with than you, so, will you marry me?" The tears are pouring down your face at this point, unable to contain all the emotions flowing through you. You nod, watching as Jimmy picks up the ring and grabs your hand, sliding it onto your ring finger. You immediately stand with him, pulling his body into yours as people around you clap and cheer happily for you both.

The restaurant gives you a bottle of champagne on the house for your engagement, congratulating you on the happy occasion. You and Jimmy stay at the restaurant for another two hours happily drinking your bottle of bubbly, just enjoying one another's company and the special occasion. You were now an engaged woman, the thought made you smile to yourself, everything was perfect.

-

As soon as you both walk through the door of your hotel room, you are on each other. Your mouths collide in a flurry, an intense need to show how much you love one another. You both make quick work to remove your shoes and walk towards the bed slowly, your mouths still attached and not looking where you are going. This resulted in you and Jimmy falling onto the mattress with a small squeal of surprise, you both ended up laughing with your foreheads pressed together lovingly. You slid your hand around the back of Jimmy's neck and pulled his lips back to yours, winding your fingers through his hair and pulling gently, earning you a deep groan of approval.

Your hands slowly drag down his neck to his chest, undoing his buttons as you work your way down. You push the shirt off his shoulders, feeling Jimmy shrug the fabric onto the floor. You hum in approval, as you always do when your fingers trace over his abs and muscular shoulders, appreciating how well he took care of his body. Your fingers then move to quickly remove Jimmy's trousers and boxers, not wanting to waste any more time with clothing. You wanted to feel his naked skin against yours, to be as close as possible to the man you loved more than anything.

Once Jimmy pushed the remaining clothing onto the floor, your fingers wrapped around his cock and slowly began to move. Jimmy groaned deeply into your mouth, making you smile devilishly, you always loved the noises he made. There was nothing sexier than a man who made noises in bed, the more vocal the better. He pulled away from your mouth just slightly, "Jesus baby." He groaned once more as you bit his bottom lip gently. Your lips moved from his lips to his jaw and down to his neck, you kissed and sucked the skin, occasionally licking a pulse point that you came in contact with. At some point, Jimmy had begun to lightly fuck himself into your hand, he was a groaning and panting mess above you.

"Lie down for me," you whispered seductively into his ear, releasing his cock. He growled unhappily but did as you said, taking up the spot you had been. You kneel between his legs and once again take his cock into your hand, he was impossibly hard and the tip was red, leaking precum ready for you. You wrap your lips around the head slowly, licking up the precum and then working as much of him as you could into your mouth. "Oh fucking hell!" Jimmy moaned, head thrown back in pleasure. You moan, loving the taste of him on your tongue. You placed your hands onto his thighs for stability and begin to bob your head up and down on his cock, you wanted to worship him.

Jimmy's hand makes its way down to your head and wraps his fingers around your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. He uses that hand to help make you move slightly quicker, whilst the other holds your cheek lovingly. You knew he was getting close when the noises he made started to get louder and his legs began to shake, so you let him do with you as he pleased. His hips thrust up and his hands pulled your head down to meet, pushing his cock deeper down your throat, you gagged a few times but were fine. Tears rolled down your cheeks and saliva dribbled down the corners of your mouth, but all you did was moan happily, loving the way you used your mouth to gain his pleasure.

The vibrations added extra stimulation and pushed him over the edge, Jimmy came with a loud cry. His cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow some but you kept some in your mouth even after he pulled out. His finger traced your lips before pulling down your bottom lip so you could show him, "Good girl." You then swallowed. Jimmy pulled you on top of him, straddling his waist, and undressed you until you were naked.

He smacked your ass and then flipped you over onto your back, his lips working down to your breasts. His mouth wrapped around your left nipple, his tongue gently swiping over the sensitive bud, making you gasp. He licked and sucked until you were panting, and then did the same to the other one. His lips then travelled down to your pussy where he licked a long stripe down from your clit to your opening, a gasped cry escaping at the wonderful feeling of finally being touched where you needed him most. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and opened you up, his tongue immediately attached to your clit.

His hands gripped at your ass and hips, needing the skin like a lifeline. He moaned as he tasted your arousal increasing, you were already wet from Jimmy fucking your mouth. His tongue licked and suckled at your clit like it was a lollipop, his face buried deep into your pussy. You both loved more than anything to go down on each other, it was your favourite things to do. You could feel yourself getting close, it never took long or much with Jimmy, he knew exactly what you liked and how to do it. Your fingers worked into his hair, keeping him exactly where he was, "oh fuck, im gonna-" you scream as your orgasm hits you, your back arching off the bed as your hips fuck against Jimmy's face to maximise the feeling and length of your orgasm. And Jimmy happily complies, licking up all that you give him.

You pulled Jimmy up to you, attaching your mouth to his and tasting your own juices on his lips and tongue. Your legs wrapped around Jimmy's waist, pulling him to you, needing him to fuck you. Jimmy pumps himself a few times and then lines himself up with your entrance, looking for permission. You nod and both gasp as he enters you slowly, not stopping until he is all the way in you. You feel full and stretched but in a good way, loving the feeling of him inside of you. After a few moments, you give Jimmy the go-ahead to move, gasping as you feel him move slowly to begin with. He set a slow but precise rhythm, he was meticulous about hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.

He had you a panting mess within minutes, your clit being stimulated by his pelvis also, building a steady knot in your stomach. Your nails dug into his back as he picked up the pace just slightly, "That's it, come for me baby." he cooed into your neck, placing gentle kisses on your damp skin. Your breathing picks up, breathy pants escaping as you feel the knot ready to burst. Your back arches, eyes roll into the back of your head and you're done for. You scream Jimmy's name as he fucks you through it, not letting up for even a second, prolonging your orgasm for as long as he could. He stops for a moment, letting you catch your breath and come down from your high.

Jimmy pulls out and turns you over, directing you where he wants you. You giggle as you struggle to manoeuvre onto your knees, your body still feels like jelly. Jimmy then lines up with you again and in one thrust, is fully inside you. You both moan loudly, the new angle allowing him to go deeper than before. Jimmy doesn't hold back this time, pounding into you relentlessly. You're a loud, screaming mess within seconds, "fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!" you chant with your mouth open. You're unable to keep quiet, not that it matters because the sound of skin slapping and the bed hitting the wall was lewd and sinful. "Fuck baby you feel so good." Jimmy groans, slapping your ass twice.

You're so wet, your juices dripping down your thighs and no doubt onto the bedding but you couldn't find it in you to care. Jimmy's hand grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pulled your head back slightly, enough so that he could kiss you over your shoulder whilst still, somehow, pounding your pussy perfectly. "Fuck baby I'm close." Jimmy moans, his thrusts not stopping, only picking up. A few more thrusts and he's coming deep inside of you, counting your walls in his seed perfectly. Jimmy collapses onto your back, trying his best to hold up as much of his weight as he can to not crush you. You moan as you feel him twitch one last time inside of you but does not pull out yet.

You think he's finished but he only catches his breath for a moment and then sits back up, slowly fucking his cum back up inside you. You gasp, over-stimulated but loving it regardless. Jimmy then finally pulls out, running to the bathroom to grab you a warm washcloth and then returns, he as tentatively as possible cleans you. And when he's done, he places gentle kisses on your stomach and thighs, placing one on your pussy and then tucks you into bed. He leaves for the bathroom and then returns a few minutes later, still gloriously naked and gets in beside you. "I love you," you whisper as you snuggle into him, already feeling tiredness take over you. Jimmy places a kiss on your forehead, "I love you too." and then you fall asleep.

You spend the rest of the next day down the beach after another early morning bedroom activity, although this time, Jimmy is a lot more gentle and slow. Wanting it to last as long as possible. And whilst on the beach, you sunbathe with your smiling fiance next to you and your huge diamond ring glittering beautifully in the sun. Life could not get better for you both.

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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I don’t know how many of you remember this imagine but for the people that do, would you be interested in reading a second part to this?

The reason that I ask is because I’ve had this adorable idea floating around my head for a while now and I feel the need to write it down.

So yeah, please let me know if you be interested in a second part to this.

Most of all @stronglyobsessed​ would you be interested in a second part as you were the original requester.

[ginnsbaker]

All Of Your Pieces (1 - Honey! I shrunk the kids! 18+)

Summary: Wanda accidentally shrinks your kids while trying out a spell that would benefit both of you in the bedroom; Jimmy and Darcy attempt to find out more about the Hex, particularly when they discover a remarkable detail about you. Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 3k+ | Tags: Smut, Campy Humor, Language

A/N: I've been working on this series since late August and have finally figured out what to do with it, enough to share it with you all. The story will be told in three parts: Westview (The Missing Town), Pre-Westview, and Post-Westview. This follows some events in WandaVision, but it's very canon-divergent. It's going to be different from my other works (I've never written humor before and I'm quite insecure about that), as this one is very plot-driven but at the same time, still very much Wanda x Reader (especially in parts 2 and 3). Updates will be every Wednesday. Chapters will be 2.5–3.5k words long, except for the ending chapters of each part, which are twice as long. So, without further ado… More author's notes here.

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“Honey! I shrunk the kids!” 

Wanda bursts into the basement, apron billowing out like a cape. Except, there's no draft down here; that apron shouldn't be moving like that at all. But then again, considering your wife’s claim, maybe the laws of physics are taking a day off.

You glance up from the miniature model home you’re meticulously working on, unsure if you heard her right. Did she really just say that? 

“You what?”

Wanda, flushed and a little breathless, skids to a stop in front of you. “Okay, so I was experimenting with a new spell, one that was supposed to…” She bites her lip, hesitating, her face glowing a deeper shade of red. “...it was supposed to do something else, but it backfired and... well, it’s not important right now!”

“Jesus, Wanda.”

Your poor, beautiful, occasionally clumsy wife stands there, teetering between a freak-out and a fit of giggles. 

“It was an accident! I didn't mean to!” Wanda shrieks, causing the room to tremble from her panic.

Wanda's powers have always been a wildcard. You can child-proof the entire house in a day, but that definitely doesn't cover child-proofing Wanda herself—especially not when your kids are involved. Luckily, the boys have inherited some special abilities of their own, which leaves you as the sole non-superpowered member of the household. With that in mind, you know better than to panic. Getting worked up alongside her would only escalate things, and you’re not exactly keen on being shrunk next.

“Okay…where are they now?” you ask as calmly as you can manage.

Wanda takes a deep breath and leads you to the living room. You trail her in silence, clutching at composure. It can’t be that bad, right? The distant sound of playful music trickling through the house almost makes it seem like everything’s fine. You hadn’t really noticed it before, but now that you think about it, it’s like your brain has learned to associate that kind of tune with situations that somehow always end in collective sighs of relief.

Sighs, giggles, and applause—sounds that don't belong to Wanda or the boys.

Where are they coming from?

Before your mind can completely sink into the oddities of your life here in Westview, Wanda halts in the middle of the living room. Your eyes dart around, searching for Billy and Tommy, but they’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where?”

“Right there,” Wanda points toward the coffee table, her finger trembling slightly.

You squint in the direction she’s pointing. Next to the TV remote, two tiny figures wave up at you—your sons, each about the size of your thumb.

“Oh my god, they’re tiny!” you gasp, covering your mouth with your hand. You expected them to be at least half their normal size—a size they might grow out of eventually.

“Shhhh, Y/N!” Wanda hisses, pressing her index finger to her lips. “The neighbors might hear you.”

Neighbors. Which usually means just Agnes from next door. There’s literally several meters of spaces between your houses, but somehow, she always manages to hear things she shouldn’t and pries like she’s in some perfectly timed routine.

Wanda kneels by the coffee table, her eyes soft. “I told them to stay right there until we sorted this out.”

The twins start making noises, sounding like tiny bells, though still hard to make out. You pull out a magnifying glass from your back pocket—has that been there the whole time?—making sure your sons are okay. As soon as the lenses zoom in on their faces, you're relieved to see them laughing uproariously, seemingly unbothered by their predicament.

“They seem... happy?” you say, lowering the magnifying glass.

“They think it's hilarious,” Wanda grumbles, her lips curling into a pout.

“So,” you sigh, pushing yourself to your feet. “Any ideas on how to fix this?”  You're tempted to suggest just letting it run its course, waiting for the spell to fizzle out, but you know Wanda wouldn’t go for that. She's fiercely protective of the twins, and you can't blame her—it’s all her handiwork, after all.

Then you hear it—a hiccup. Another follows, and then another, each one a little louder than the last.

Before you know it, Wanda's a sobbing mess.

You cup her face in your hands. “Hey, hey...it’s okay,” you murmur, gently brushing away a tear with your thumb.

Wanda’s breath hitches as she looks at you, her eyes brimming with worry. “What if I can’t fix it?”

“We will,” you promise, looking into her eyes.

A collective ‘awww’ rings in your ears, pulling you out of the moment. What the hell—where did that come from? You've had this creepy feeling of being watched lately, and it's only getting worse.

Wanda brings you back to focus when she nuzzles into your palm. “Oh, Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You give her a small, lopsided grin and plant a kiss on her forehead. “Good thing you’ll never have to find out.” Something passes over her eyes as soon as you say it, but it vanishes in a split-second, replaced by a moment of inspiration.

“Wait,” she bursts out, stepping away from your embrace. “I think I have an idea.”

She heads straight for the fridge, and you trail after her, holding your breath.

“I’ve been trying to reverse it, but my magic isn’t cooperating. It’s like... it’s tangled,” Wanda mutters, yanking things out of the fridge.

You scowl, arms crossed, watching her. “Tangled? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. The more I try to fix it, the worse it gets. Like it has a life of its own,” she says. she says. After a few more seconds of rummaging, Wanda finally grabs a tetra pack of chocolate milk—the twins' favorite.

“I’m hoping this will do the trick,” she says, giving the carton a shake.

You cock your head, clueless on what’s going on. “Honey, what’s going on?”

Wanda mumbles, barely glancing up as she vigorously shakes the carton. “Just doing what it says—’Shake well before serving.’”

You roll your eyes, muttering, “This woman...”. Then louder, you ask, “I mean, what’s the chocolate got to do with our tiny children?”

Wanda stops mid-shake, a look of realization dawning on her face. “Oh, right,” she slaps her forehead. “You can’t read minds. I keep forgetting,” she chuckles, setting down the carton with a sheepish grin.

There it is again—a chorus of laughter from somewhere far off. Your mouth twitches at the sound—it’s really starting to get on your nerves. You make a mental note to bring it up with Wanda later.

Wanda gathers herself, then pitches her plan. “Instead of directly casting a spell on the twins, I think it’s safer to enchant this chocolate milk.” She picks up the carton again, giving it a final shake. “The idea is to infuse the milk with a spell that will gradually restore them to their normal sizes.”

You nod, beginning to understand what she’s trying to do. “Sounds less risky than zapping them with more magic head on.”

“Exactly,” she agrees, her eyes lighting up with excitement. You’d swear she’s getting a kick out of this macabre parenting hack—kids and all. The background tune keeps playing, like a promise that the universe won’t let things turn to shit. You’re wondering if maybe Wanda hears it too.

“This way, the magic is diluted and can adjust more naturally with their systems. It’s like... sneaking the cure into their bodies,” she says, snapping her fingers, red swirls of magic emanating from them to the carton of milk.

“I'm so proud of you, baby,” you say, leaning in for a quick kiss which she happily accepts. “For finding a fix, I mean. The whole shrinking our kids thing? Still not great.”

–

“What kind of spell do you think Wanda was going for?” Darcy asks, her eyes fixed on the credits rolling across the screen before it fades to black. She’s really gotten into Wanda’s little show, a welcome distraction from the freezing depths of hell that is New Jersey in November. Though exciting things are finally happening to her, the timing couldn't be worse. 

“No clue,” Jimmy mutters, his attention glued to the laptop in front of him. It’s been two days since Quantico sent him to look into the bizarre case of a missing town—a phenomenon almost unheard of in the 21st century. Upon arriving, they discovered that the town in question, Westview, was enveloped by some sort of anomaly—or a Hex, as Darcy has started calling it, referring to the hexagonal shape of the barrier encasing the town. 

Around the same time as the discovery, S.W.O.R.D. agent Monica Rambeau was quite literally sucked into the anomaly by accident. The only breakthrough has been Darcy Lewis’ detection of the signals, providing them with a window into the mysterious shroud, even helping them identify some of the show's characters as actual residents of the town.

But overall, they're still desperately trying to piece together why this is happening and how to stop it.

Darcy peeks over at the data on Jimmy’s screen. “Find anything new?”

Jimmy sighs in frustration. “No, not really. Everything we dig up just adds more questions instead of answers.”

“Like what, for instance?”

Instead of answering directly, he slides a thick file across the table toward her. “See for yourself.”

Darcy catches the file and starts flipping through it. Murmuring, she says, “So, Google finally returned search results?” The stack of papers is downright daunting. Jimmy’s right—any mountain of information would raise more questions than answers.

“No, not Google,” Jimmy corrects her. “Stark's highly confidential database did. The woman Wanda's married to in Westview? She’s not in any public records. Turns out her records were wiped clean two years ago.”

Darcy looks up, puzzled. “Why would Stark's company have this?”

“Just read, Darcy. It’s all in there,” he says, turning his full attention back to his research.

Darcy frowns slightly and begins scanning through the pages more attentively. It takes her a few minutes to piece together the information she's reading, with her mind going in different directions and still burning with curiosity about the spell Wanda botched.

Finally, she reads aloud, somewhat incredulously, “Subject was recognized as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s youngest marksmanship prodigy prior to recruitment by Stark Industries following the dissolution of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Subsequently provided tactical support on multiple classified operations in conjunction with the Avengers initiative.”

She sets the file down thoughtfully. “Kinda reminds me a bit of Romanoff or Barton. Total badass. I hadn’t pegged Maximoff for that crowd.”

“What crowd did you have Wanda filed under?” Jimmy asks, just out of curiosity.

Darcy’s gaze drifts off, a dreamy smirk on her lips. “Honestly? I always pictured her—or anyone for that matter—swooning over someone more…mythical hammer than tactical espionage.”

Jimmy snorts to himself at Darcy's whimsical take and says, “Of course, you’d say that. Thor's everyone's type.”

“He’s yours too?”

“Yeah, why not,” Jimmy shrugs, his tone more reluctant than sarcastic, which only amuses Darcy more.

“So,” Darcy begins, “Wanda's settled down in New Jersey, married to a woman? I mean, good for her. They all deserve a break. Maybe even an early retirement.”

Jimmy lets out a long, tired sigh, like he's just about done with everything. Darcy notices and raises an eyebrow. “What now?”

He barely glances up. “Like I said, everything’s in there. Just keep reading.”

Darcy groans but goes back to the file, flipping through the pages again. She’s about to make a snarky comment when something catches her attention—something that has her eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

“It… it says here Y/N’s dead.”

“That’s right,” Jimmy responds without missing a beat.

“Not snapped five years ago. Dead-dead.”

“Yep.”

Darcy stares at the page, disbelief all over her face. “That can’t be right, can it?”

Jimmy finally swivels his chair to face her, looking as tired as he sounds. “That’s what I’ve been trying to wrap my head around for hours. If aliens and superheroes are real, maybe bringing someone back from the dead to star in a sitcom isn’t so far-fetched, right?”

–

You carefully pull the blankets up over Billy, smoothing his hair and whispering a soft good night. Tommy’s already half-asleep, but you make sure to tuck him in just as snugly, brushing a kiss on his forehead. Wanda stands in the doorway, watching you, her heart swelling in her chest. You were so clueless when she first had the twins, but now, being a mother just seems to come naturally to you. 

And you pulled it off in a week, while the twins stretched into six-year-olds just as fast.

“Honey,” you call softly, noticing the way she’s lost in thought. “Aren’t you going to say good night to our boys?”

Wanda steps into the room, giving each of the boys their good night kiss. You pucker your lips, silently asking for your turn, and she playfully swats your arm, whispering, “Not here, baby.”

You pout, giving her your best puppy-dog eyes, which only makes her smile. Without warning, you grab her hand and hurriedly pull her out of the boys' room, making a beeline for your bedroom. Wanda’s laughter fills the hallway, and just as you reach the door, you suddenly sweep her off the ground, lifting her into your arms.

Wanda lets out a shriek, her laughter infectious, and you can’t help but grin, even as you let her thump onto the mattress—a sloppy, graceless drop. You follow her onto the bed, rolling onto your stomach to peer down at her, still sporting that stupid smile.

“So, about that kiss you owe me,” you whisper, hovering closer, teasing her with your proximity.

Wanda nods distractedly. “I think I can manage that,” she murmurs, and then her lips are on yours.

It starts simple and sweet. Though soon, her tongue is gently nudging your lips apart, and it quickly becomes anything but. Her hands slip down to your back, pulling you close until her heartbeat hammering against yours. You break away, lips trailing down to her neck, exploring every dip and hollow, your tongue darting out to taste her skin. When you hit that spot just behind her ear, the one that always drives her wild, she gasps.

“Don't start something you can’t finish,” she warns, her voice already thick with want.

“Who says I won't?” you shoot back with a wolfish grin.

You both fall into a familiar routine, as easy to slip into as the back of your hand. There’s no hurry, just the two of you moving languidly—whispering against skin, giggles turning into sighs and breathy moans. Sometimes, being with Wanda feels like a desperate need, as if not having her completely would literally be the end of you. But it’s moments like these that are your favorite—the ones where you’re barely even trying, yet she still comes apart at your touch, at the mere feeling of your fingers on her. 

Eventually, you both settle down, a contented sigh escaping you as you curl up against Wanda, your skin slightly damp with the effort of your love. You like this, being the little spoon, hiding your face in her neck like you’re hiding from the world, though you vaguely recall a time when it was usually her in your arms. 

As you’re staggering on the edge of sleep, Wanda’s fingers gently massage your scalp, her lips dropping soft, pensive kisses on your forehead. You're almost out, but one last question keeps you from drifting off entirely.

“Wanda, that spell earlier that shrunk the boys—what was that about?” you mumble, your words slurring into the dream nipping at your consciousness.

Wanda’s laughter rumbles through her chest, nudging you slightly from your drowsy state.

“Come on, tell me,” you coax, giving her side a playful pinch to keep her talking.

“It’s embarrassing,” she mumbles, her face turning a delightful shade of pink again that spreads down her neck and chest. Her coy reaction wakes you up some more. As a twisted kind of payback, you run your tongue rough over her nipple, snatching a sharp gasp from her. Moving up, you hold her flushed cheek, making sure she’s looking right at you. Your thigh presses between hers, and it doesn’t take long before she’s wet and ready again.

“Are you going to tell me, or do you plan on sleeping with a wet pussy tonight?” you whisper, brushing your lips against the corner of her mouth. Under different circumstances, Wanda would scold you for your crudeness, but right now, she's too worked up to care. Your dirty mouth has always been one of the most irritating yet irresistible things about you. Even having kids hasn’t changed that.

“I was trying to... enchant your...” she starts, but then your hand tightens on her butt, spurring her subtle grinding movements. By this time, she’s practically dripping onto the sheets, her thoughts scattering as the tightening sensation below her stomach builds.

“My what?” you push, smirking as you watch her fumble for words. You hoist her leg, resting it on your shoulder, laying her wide open. You slide two fingers inside her, fucking her slowly while your thumb brutally circles her clit. As she hesitates to answer, you hook in another finger, drawing a sharp cry of pleasure from Wanda. Your gaze stays locked on your wife, a part of you as surprised as she might be at your boldness tonight.

All day, she’s haunted every corner of your mind, fantasizing about stealing a quick, desperate moment while the twins are asleep or at Agnes’s. But there’s been something—an unnameable restraint—holding you back from indulging those wicked impulses. It isn’t until the boys are asleep, the house quiet, that those invisible chains start to loosen. That’s when you can finally allow yourself to desire Wanda the way you really want to. The way you’ve always been meant to.

“Your... clit,” Wanda finally spits out, seeing you've drifted off, stuck in your head. “I thought I could make it... well, longer. Like a...” She chokes on the words, too embarrassed to finish.

“Like a cock?” you throw out crudely, looking down at her impishly.

Wanda nods, mortified but also a little defiant. “Wanted you to fuck me with it,” she mumbles, finding her backbone now that the secret's in the open.

“I am fucking you,” you whisper hotly right into her ear. “But if you want it like that, all you have to do is say the word.”

Wanda clenches around you at the thought of doing it like that in the near future, her breath hitching. “Please,” she mewls, the word dripping with need. 

“Good girl,” you growl, cranking up the pace as you drive your fingers harder inside her, making her gasp and arch towards you. “You can come.”

With a choked whimper, Wanda surrenders, her body seizing as her orgasm washes over her. She soaks your wrist, the clear fluid trickling down onto the sheets, but you don't stop, pushing through every pulse of her release until she's quaking, utterly wrecked beneath you. You patiently wait until her spasms subside before slowly pulling your fingers away.

Wanda's hand shoots out, stopping your movements. “Stay,” she implores, sounding like she's on the verge of tears. You're momentarily startled by her reaction, concerned something might be wrong. Swiftly, you slide your fingers back where they belong, nestled deep inside her.

“Okay, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur, pushing back the damp strands of hair sticking to her forehead with your free hand. Exhaustion begins to cloud your senses as you sink down beside Wanda, still keeping your hand where she wants it. 

“I'm sorry for needing you so much,” Wanda murmurs, her voice shaky with tears you can't see, your cheek pressed against the pillow beside hers.

“Don't be,” you mumble, half-lost to sleep as she clings to you more tightly. “I’m here.”

“You love me,” she says, a hint of wonder, of fear.

You nod, lips brushing the nape of her neck. “And you love me,” you murmur back, your eyes slipping shut. “I'm not going anywhere, Wanda.”

“For now,” she whispers to herself, once your breathing evens out in sleep.

Tears betray her then, and she clamps a hand over her mouth to keep quiet. But just before her sobs fully break free, she flicks a finger, a thin red wisp of magic ensuring you stay deep in sleep.

With you unaware, Wanda surrenders to her grief.

[sunonyoreface]

Sunonyoreface Complete Masterlist

Hi there! Thanks for taking the time to read my work! I’ll update this list from time to time, however it might be a little outdated. Some of these stories are quite old, but I thought I would still link them here because I like to see how far I’ve come as a writer.

Simon Riley

One cot: One Shot

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt1/apyh4v558lea

He Knows: Ongoing (short pause to catch up on school)

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt1/acbakysobbi1

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-2/0zii65im5wb5

Pt 3:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-3/01g855wtqncg

Pt 4:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-5/5l0te54wyz9e

Pt 5:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-5/x4x77sa7y020

Pt 6:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-6/ihub6bnz7k0x

Pt 7:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-8/q6wbbd8u17yr

Pt 8:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-8/nzkmyxliq3mg

Pt 9:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-9/3r592jukxvcr

Pt 10:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-10/a981kubohvep

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Pt 25: (last part?)

Jimmy Keene 

Routine Examinations: On Pause

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt2-jimmy-keene-black/vfixsjm97wc7

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt2-jimmy-keene-black/vwgwyu10byto

Pt 3:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt3-jimmy-keene-black/kesyzt2xfis8

Pt 4:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt5-jimmy-keene-black/fgbmog3v4ktb

Pt 5:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt5-jimmy-keene-black/m3nzftzdug1l

Pt 6:

Deleted. I felt it was wrong writing about a real serial killer. Sorry if it leaves a few holes in the plot.

Pt 7:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/routine-examinations-pt7-jimmy-keene-black/by0nu4l46icf

Frank Castle

A week At the Cabin (can be read individually) Completed

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/frank-castle-a-week-at-the-cabin-pt-1/h84dpwzx7c4a

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/frank-castle-a-week-at-the-cabin-pt-2-cold/ha74ehl83tdk

Anton Chigurh 

Anton Chigurh (never named this series because it was meant to be a one shot) Completed

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine/4yjpvkpxht1e

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-2/1ij7imw7lyrr

Pt 3:

https://www.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/677772790317891584/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt3?source=share

Pt 4:

https://www.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/678500466506743808/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-4?source=share

Pt 5:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/tw-implied-violence-anton-whose-house-is/ioenm4shth53

Pt 6:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/hello-this-ones-a-long-one-tw-violence-in-the/quz202meqbzt

Pt 7:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-7/2iaqqc9bq0t4

Pt 8:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-8/2nskjawrw7r4

Pt 9:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-9/h3gwpeaynw3u

Pt 10:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-10/9es5tc1d6jmg

Pt 11:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/tw-use-of-a-shaving-razor-we-stay-in-the-hotel/godpsf8xt1cn

Pt 12:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-pt-12/sjyfityi4sk6

Pt 13:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-13/oift2uvtfvai

Pt 14:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/anton-chigurh-imagine-pt-14/4q3439w9c3vh

Geralt of Rivia

Forest Nymph - Discontinued

Pt 1:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt-1-hi-this-is-my/uyemvqruo6h4

Pt 2:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt2/ksqxrghf1un1

Pt 3:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt3-hello-thank/s7ko6042rgzi

Pt 4:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt4/a0avzvk8jqmv

Pt 5:

https://www.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/614885191476969472/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt5?source=share

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[strawberry-whorecake]

Routine | F.Z.

pairing: Flip Zimmerman x fem!reader

summary: Flip knew better than to feel the way he did about you-- Chief Bridges' daughter-- but he couldn't help himself. When it came down to it, he was nothing more than a man, and you were a gorgeous woman... what the chief didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: age gap (reader is of age), slight power dynamic, PinV sex, fingering, unprotected sex, public sex (kinda??), almost getting caught, swearing, dirty talk, praise, degrading

A/N: aaaaaaaahhh my first smut on here- god i hope its good... pls let me know your thoughts all feedback is greatly appreciated !! Plot credit goes to direnightshade on AO3 from their "Flip Zimmerman Prompts" collection, i read it and was immediately obsessed and needed to turn it into a fic so full credit goes to them!!

Flip could tell you were around from a mile away. Everybody from the detectives to the officers perked up when you were around, even if it was forced.

"Afternoon Ron, hey! Cool shirt, super fly." you giggled. "Hey Jimmy," your eyes fell on him, "Flip."

He nodded his head, gently clearing his throat as he straightened up, "Afternoon." His gaze drifted down your frame, moving from your eyes, down the fabric of your dress before he found himself looking at the plush of your thighs just beneath the hem of your dress.

He forced his eyes to the case file in his hands, only indulging himself when you turned away to head into the chief's office— watching as your hips would sway with every step you took.

Flip hated when you came into the station, or more specifically, he hated the thoughts he had when you came into the station. He hated the way your perfume lingered in the air even when you were no longer in the room, and that utterly gorgeous smile you were always so keen on flashing him.

But most of all, he hated the way his jeans felt entirely too tight when you were around and the way he couldn't contain his excitement to catch you alone because he knew what would always follow.

He listened intently as your fist rapped on the door, getting the okay from the chief the door creaked open and you greeted yourself as you entered. "Hi Daddy! You forgot your lunch again." The rest of your conversation got muddled over the chatter from the office, and Flip begrudgingly focused his attention back on the case file.

"No problem, I'll see you back at home!" Flip caught your goodbyes and hopped up, file under his arm as he swiftly exited the office accidentally—purposefully— bumping into you as you closed the chief's door behind you, unabashedly pressing his hips to your ass.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" you immediately apologized in a sickly sweet tone as you turned to face him, even though it was completely Flip's fault. "Oh, no, that was my bad." he shook his head softly. His heart pounded against his chest as you bid him one of your award winning smiles, seeing the relief wash over you that it was only him. "So how's detective's work treating you, Flip?"

He eyed you for a moment, he was certain you surely weren't interested in hearing about his job. He knew what you were more interested in, and he was more than willing to indulge you. Just being so close to you he couldn't contain himself. "You ever seen the records' room?" he asked.

Your brows raised as your eyes widened, and you peered over both of your shoulders. "There's no polite greetings with you, is there?" A smirk pulled on Flip's mouth as you scoffed a laugh, "You make a habit of dropping off your dad's lunch once a week, the outcome always ends up being the same."

He reached around you, pushing open the door to the record's room. He didn't speak, but his brows raised, urging you in. To his relief the room was empty. He watched as your hips swayed again, walking in front of him into the room, he could hardly wait to dig his fingers into the skin of your thighs.

You stopped halfway in the room, beckoning him with your finger. He risked a quick glance over his shoulders before stepping in and shutting the door behind him. He tossed the file haphazardly on the desk, grabbing you by the waist and pinning you against the back of the door. You gasped as his lips crashed into yours. This was routine with you two, but his force never not managed to take you by surprise.

He wasted no time running his tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entry into your mouth which you happily granted him. He sloppily explored every area of your mouth with his tongue, pressing his hips into yours as you whined into his mouth.

Your hands clutched at the fabric of his flannel as his fingers ran up and down your sides. He teased at the hem of your dress before running a thick finger over your clothed slit, making you moan against his lips.

“Flip…” you whimpered as he pulled away from your lips to place open mouthed kisses down your neck, his fingers continuing to tease your clothed cunt.

“Shh… you don’t want anyone to know what we’re up to in here, do you?” He hummed against your neck as he pulled away enough to look up at you, watching as your teeth clamped down on your lip to conceal the sounds of your pleasure— much to his annoyance as he wanted nothing more than to hear make those beautiful little noises and listen to you scream his name as he made you feel so good. When you shook your head he hummed again, “Good girl.”

His lips found their way to that spot in the crook of your neck that made you purr like a kitten when he caressed it with his tongue. Your fingers grazed upward and tangled around his neck, clutching at the raven waves of his hair. When you tugged gently on his strands he let out a low groan, pressing his hips into yours again, and allowed himself to sneak his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

“Fuuuck…” he groaned, pulling away from your neck. “Am I the one who makes you this wet?” he teased, running his index and middle finger between your folks and gathered your slick. He looked up to your eyes, intimidating you as he watched you bite harder on your lip and timidly nod your head.

He leaned in, pressing his face close to yours as he whispered in your ear, his voice gruff that he nearly growled his words, “What would the chief think knowing his perfect little girl is such a little slut?”

As he spoke he sheathed his index finger inside you, making you mewl, which he quickly covered up by smashing his lips to yours and swallowing down your moans. 

He pumped his finger in and out of you, stretching you out on his thick digit, “Always so tight…” he groaned, pressing his lips against your neck again, finding that spot once again. "We're gonna have to work you up to fitting me... you know that."

Your fingers gently scratched at his scalp and he groaned against your skin. He couldn't wait to get you on his cock but he knew he'd split you in two if he let his fervor get the best of him. He pulled away from your neck, studying your face as he inserted another finger.

He watched in awe at the way your eyes pinched shut, brows knitting together as he felt your walls clamp around him. He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot that made your thighs tremble and you whined out for him again, making him press his lips to yours to stifle your noises.

His tongue sloppily prodded against yours, groaning softly as you whimpered into his mouth, using his fingers to beckon your orgasm closer— his dick fighting with the tightness of his jeans as he bucked his hips into yours again, desperate for friction.

"Flip- please... n-need you..." you whined. Flip huffed, "Needy little thing, aren't you?" He mumbled against your jaw. "Tell me what you want."

"You-" you squeaked, suddenly shy. His fingers dragged slowly out of your cunt drawing a moan out of your throat as he smirked. "No, use your words." He plunged his fingers back inside of you, making you gasp and speak hurriedly, "Your dick! I need your dick inside me!"

His smirk broadened. "Good girl."

Flip loved knowing how he drove you to this state. Your father of course would have Flip's head if he knew the truth— knew that once a week he found every excuse to bury himself deep inside your cunt, that he was whoring out the chief's daughter, but god, could Flip only look forward to your weekly meetings.

He withdrew his fingers, making you whine at the loss of contact. Flip couldn't stop himself from chuckling at your desperation as he pulled you by the waist deeper into the records' room. The clack of his belt buckle coming undone between the aisles of boxes made your need for him grow incredibly.

You watched as he pulled out his cock, his tip angry and red, leaking precum, just as desperate for you as you were for him. You moaned at the sight of him taking himself in his hand and spreading his precum along his length— and much louder than Flip's comfort level. He clamped his free hand over your mouth, "You've got to be quiet, you want the whole station to know you're such a little whore for me?" he studied your expression as you shook your head.

He withdrew his hand and hiked up your dress, grabbing hold of your thigh, and pinning it to his waist as he slid your panties to the side. You pinched your eyes shut preparing for the bittersweet sting as he aligned himself with your entrance. "No- eyes on me." he ordered.

You obeyed, opening your eyes and looking into his as he sheathed just the tip of his dick inside you. It took all of his self restraint to not plunge completely into you, split you open, and god knows the way your walls squeezed and drew him in he wanted to more than anything, but he offered you the decency of allowing you to adjust to his thick size.

"Fuck-" he groaned, "even your sweet little cunt is so needy for me." You whimpered at his words, trying to grind yourself deeper onto him.

With your okay he finally thrust himself in fully, he watched again as your brows knit and your perfect lips fell open into the most adorable 'o' shape. He fought every urge to pull out and slam back into you, and he occupied his time with your neck again, trailing more sloppy kisses on your skin.

He growled lowly as he withdrew from you, slowly sliding his way back inside of you. He thrust inside you a few times, your eyes fluttering shut at his movements. He didn't mind, he was too preoccupied watching his cock slide in and out of your perfect pussy. He loved the way you swallowed him up— took all of him flawlessly. He often indulged himself with the thought that your cunt was made just for him.

"Flip-" you whimpered. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, looking over your expression once again. His fingers dug into the plush of your thigh, leaving small crescent-shaped indents in your flesh as he hiked your leg up.

"Jump." he instructed. You furrowed your brows in confusion, but his expression didn't let you linger on the feeling as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he hoisted you up, wrapping his elbows under your knees— pinning you against the shelf behind you.

At this angle, Flip was able to bury himself impossibly deeper inside you, prodding the firm, silky surface of your cervix with his tip. He groaned, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he rocked into you. You were barely legible, descended into nothing but gasps for breaths and moans as he slammed his hips into yours.

He pulled away from your neck, looking into your eyes, "I want you to look at me when you cum, do you understand?" He searched your gaze hungrily, he needed to watch you as you came undone, needed to watch the way your chin would tremble and your brows would knit so tightly together. You nodded, unable to speak with the way he filled you so full.

His size alone was sending you reeling toward bliss, that tight knot in your stomach growing incredulously tighter with every thrust. The only sounds were the obscene noises of skin slapping together and the moans spilling from your throat until the door creaked open.

You gasped as Flip's head flew in the direction of the door, holding you up astonishingly with one of his strong arms as the other flew to clamp over your mouth. He leaned in closer, hissing a silent warning to you.

The footsteps grew nearer and he knew he should've immediately stopped— but he couldn't find the restraint to. He balanced you between his arm and the shelf as he withdrew his hips before thrusting in again, clamping his hand down tighter over your lips as you breathed hotly against his palm. You wanted to make him stop, the fear of being caught too overwhelming, but fuck, was the threat only turning you on more.

His eyes looked into yours warningly as he withdrew his hand, lowering it to your clit where he began to draw tight, quick circles. You bit down on his shoulder, not trusting yourself enough to not moan out as he continued pounding inside you, his pace growing frantic.

He kept his face close to yours, his own breaths growing ragged as he tried his damnedest to breathe out of his nose to stifle his own groans that bubbled in his throat.

Flip couldn't decide if he was relieved or disappointed when the footsteps descended and the door opened before shutting again— leaving the two of you alone.

"Fuck-!" He groaned into your shoulder, his fingers drawing sloppier circles around your clit as his hips began to stutter. "F-Flip-" you panted out, "I-I’m-"

He nudged your cheek with his angular nose, making you look at him. "Remember the rules- look at me while you cum on my cock." he huffed. You bit down on your lip as you nodded, his eyes glued to your expression behind his own furrowed and focused brows. Your mouth fell into that perfect 'o' once more, and you could barely keep your eyes on him as your back arched and he watched you fall apart before him.

He watched as your perfect eyes rolled back, his hips and fingers never stilling as they worked you through your orgasm. Your walls stroked him, pulling him closer to his own ecstasy. "F-Fuck-!"

He buried his face in your shoulder, erupting in expletives and groans as your cunt throbbed around him, milking him, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades. "Fuuuck..." he huffed once more as he buried himself as deeply inside you as he could, spilling his release.

He felt your thighs tremble and he quickly brought his arm to steady you once again as he pumped his hips a few more times, finishing off his high despite your small whimpers of protest in overstimulation.

He pulled away from your shoulder, unsheathing himself from you as he carefully lowered you to the ground, supporting your wobbling legs with a strong grip as you both fought to regain your breaths.

He created a little bit of distance from you as he tucked himself back into his pants, watching as you straightened your own clothing out. When your eyes met his he swept back in, colliding his lips to yours.

You pulled away from the kiss first, much to Flip's disgruntlement. "We should go... that was already a close enough call." You spoke breathlessly, still working on steadying your breath. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before nodding. "Yeah, I'll make sure it's all clear."

He turned out of the aisles knowing you were following close behind him. He peered through the hazy glass looking for a sign of anyone— which thankfully the hall seemed to be deserted. With a gulp of a breath he pulled open the door.

With no one around he beckoned his hand, watching as you slipped past him out the door. He watched once more as your hips swayed with every step, a smirk curling on his lips again.

"Same time next week?" He called, making you spin around on your heel to shoot him a warning glare. His smirk broadened as he bit down on his tongue. "See you then, Bridges."

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[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

Wisteria Sherbert

by desolateice

Johnny likes to think his job is to be an all around handyman, maybe run some boring errands from time to time. His boss likes to remind him that nannying is a part of his job description, after all he has to be good with kids right, it's in his DNA. Except he sucks at it. Or thinks he does.

Words: 104555, Chapters: 30/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Karate Kid (Movies), Cobra Kai (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Johnny Lawrence, Daniel LaRusso, Samantha LaRusso, Anthony LaRusso, Amanda LaRusso, Robby Keene, Bobby Brown (Karate Kid), Tommy (Karate Kid), Jimmy (Karate Kid), Dutch (Karate Kid), John Kreese, Terry Silver, Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai)

Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence

Additional Tags: Omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, Terry Silver is His Own Warning, Omega Johnny Lawrence, Alpha Daniel LaRusso, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, plot first then smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rutting, Unsafe Sex, Crossdressing, Knotting, Boss/Employee Relationship, background relationships: carmen/amanda and sam/miguel, recreational and medical drug use, Hospitals, Debt, set pre-early season cobra kai, non-canonical timeline, Hurt/Comfort, descriptions of past abuse, Bullying

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43778274

[variety-fangirl]

Ahhh hellooo!! Can I request a headcanon about what dating Jimmy would be like? Take as much time as u need xoxo

Authors note: decided to get this done before the others because it's short 😁 thank you for requesting my love! Hope you liked it 🫶. Thank you 🥺🥺 reblogging, commenting, and liking really helps me out. Thank you and enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS SHOO mention of sexual themes and swearing

Dating Jimmy Would Include:

Jimmy would be sweet and kind, only vulnerable and emotional around you because he trusts you deeply. But it took you a long time to bring that sound out of him, years maybe because he likes to act tough. Considering the line of work he's in, he has to appear strong and no nonsense.

He would act all tough around others, intimidating them to do as he asks. And then in private with you, he'd been all over you. He loves his girl more than anything. He would love to take you out on dates and just absolutely spoil you, even if you don't ask for anything, he would insist.

He would be intimacy starved, having just had one-night stands for most of his life. That when the first night you had made love, not fucked, he would be absolutely feral for you and obsessed with pleasing you. Though, he no doubt has a secret dom side, a bit kinky and probably a daddy kink. Jimmy would be a marker, leaving hickey's everywhere for everyone to see who you belong to.

You know this mother fucker has a big dick and he knows it too, cheeky bastard he screams big dick energy. He would be so cocky about it, he'd often comment in the bedroom about it. "You can take it, baby.", "Look at me stretching you out." with a shit-eating grin on his face the whole time.

He would be attentive and loving afterwards, making sure to take care of you. He'd gently use a warm washcloth to clean your sore sensitive pussy. He'd also run you a hot bath and carry you in there, Jimmy would end up washing you. He'd massage your scalp while washing your hair with shampoo, and even help you with any hair care steps you needed to do.

Showering and bathing together is a must, every time he'd hear you running the water he'd come running. "Shower or bath time?" with a smile. You would just laugh and tell him which one it was, and it would usually result in shower or bath sex before cleaning yourselves. He always found it very hard to keep his hands to himself when you are naked, and let's be real, he wouldn't really try to stop himself from touching you anyways.

The man has sta-min-a for daaaays. This bitch would have you spread wide, wetter than an ocean for hours as he switched between ruining your pussy for all other men (not that you would ever want anyone else) and making you feel like an absolute sex goddess that needs to be worshipped. Our man could go for hours and would give you so many orgasms.

He would be fiercely protective over you, always making sure you are safe and giving you everything your heart desires. You would not go without, that's for sure. Not even just materialistically but emotionally and physically in the relationship also. He would always have a lil jealous streak 🤏

Jimmy is a gentleman through and through for the woman he loves. This man would open car doors for you, open doors to buildings for you, make sure you don't walk on the side of the road (always inside), he would insist on paying the bill but let you if you really wanted to, and would always bring home flowers.

[asterias-record-shop]

Hi!! This is just a thought I wanted to share bc 😩😩 two words. Hate sex. I imagine it w Jimmy Keene cuz he's yk arrogant so enemies to lovers would be easier, but also I think it can work with Robin Hood! Like imagine them yelling at each other and next thing yk James or Robin has the reader slammed on the bed underneath him, making out and

"This doesn't mean I don't still hate you"

"But you will love screaming my name when I'm inside u"

LIKE??? SIR??? anyways like I said just s thought I won't request anything until the requests are open!!! Have a nice day or night!! <3

OMG YESSSSS

Both of them would so do that.

If it was Robin, it would be because after he comes back and you were so upset because you thought he was fucking DEAD and he sneaks into where you live now, trying to be all charming and shit but you both start arguing but you are more sad and upset than mad at him, and when he kisses you, you just melt.

With Jimmy, oh my goodness, I could definitely see if you hate him working with drugs and shit and he drops by all plain and like lovey dovey, but you're so fucking annoyed with him, and then mid fight he kisses you all stupidly and after you both fuck, you kick him directly in the groin like, "Don't think I forgive you for bringing coke in my house."

[burgers-and-french-fries]

~Imagines coming soon.

Note: Please bare with me while I work on getting all these written and posted.

P.S: These aren’t in order of request which is how I try and post them.

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1. Jimmy Keene Ten tiny toes and Ten tiny fingers part 2. This is something I wanted to write.

2. #4 smut prompt requested on Wattpad.

3. Evan Peters and Finn Wittrock smut imagine requested on A03.

4. "Baby, we are the law." Jimmy Keene prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

5. "I need you to stay close to me." Taron Egerton prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

6. 74: "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Jimmy Keene prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

7. 134: "You'll be the death of me." Taron Egerton prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

8. 76: "Get the fuck over it." Jimmy Keene angst prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

9. Richard Madden imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

10. Evan Peters x reader x John Krasinski imagine requested on A03.

11. Taron Egerton x Tom Holland imagine requested on A03.

12. Eggsy x Merlin medical exam imagine requested on A03.

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[stranger-nightmare]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 '𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲' 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

requested by anonymous

A/N: this man is so delicious I’m obsessed, thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy <33

“Come on baby,” you breathe with a smirk against the crook of Jimmy’s neck, “gotta be quick. The boys are coming over soon.” 

Jimmy hums a light chuckle as he pushes into you even harder. You mewl and throw your head back as he rubs your clit faster. He thrusts into you with even more force, setting an incredible fast and deep pace as he fucks you against the wall. He dips his head to start kissing at your neck now.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, “wouldn’t want my friend to catch us like this now would we? Getting to see your naked body as I fuck you in the living room? Seeing that beautiful face of yours as I make you cum? Hmm?” 

You moan at his words, biting your lip.

“Nah,” he chuckles as he kisses back up your jaw until his eyes meet yours, “this view is for me only,” he smirks.

You return his smirk with a small nod.

“You only,” you confirm before pushing your lips against his and kissing him greedily, tongue sliding wetly over his.

He kisses you a moment longer before he murmurs frantically against your mouth.

“Come on honey, need you to cum for me,” he whispers, applying a fraction more pressure to your clit just as his cock pushes up against that spot inside you.

“O-oh fuck, Jimmy,” you mewl as your climax rolls over you, your legs almost going weak from the pleasure.

Jimmy holds you tight, keeping you pinned against the wall with his large frame. 

“Fuck, yeah that’s it baby,” he coos as his own climax washes over him.

His hips still as he pushes impossibly deep inside you, pinning you flush against the wall, as he releases himself into you. The two of stare at each other for a second, heavy breathing mixing, fucked out smiles adorning both your faces.

It’s then that you hear a knock on the door.

“Ha, just in time,” he winks at you with a cocky smirk.

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

[heaux-burrow]

y’all better start on some filthy jimmy keene imagines on god…

[amydancepants-peralta]

Could you write a fic about the cold open of 7×04 and what actually wouldve happened if terry wasnt in his office 😂 (By the way i love your content!)

I definitely can!  (Did I spend the majority of today writing this, and very little else?  Yes I did.  Was it a valuable use of my time?  Absolutely.)

Rated NSFW - and also available on AO3 if you’d prefer. 👮🏽‍♀️

oh captain, my captain

With a satisfied hum Amy adjusts the last pile of paperwork on the desk, nudging it slightly to the left so that it sits perfectly perpendicular with both the right and bottom edges of the wood grained surface.  Double checking that all breakable items have been stored away for safekeeping, she stands in the centre of the captain’s office once done, folding her arms across the front of her chest as she allows herself a cursory nod of approval. 

There’s an anxious energy running through to the tip of her right foot, and the steady tick of clock on the wall reminds her of the metronome that used to accompany every music lesson she took in high school.  Briefly, she wonders if her and Jake’s son will play an instrument as well.   

Her nerves are racing, and she’s barrelling towards a severe case of paranoia; but logically she knows that her plan is sound, so Amy runs through several key points in her head, one last time:

1: Scully and Hitchcock’s recent hare-brained plan to build and cook a Mega Pizza at their desk (their mourning period from the pizza vending machine finally coming to an end) had resulted in a small fire and the complete short-wiring of all electrical equipment on the fourth floor, rendering the bullpen and all surrounding offices completely useless,

2: Budget cuts meant that the repair crew would not be in for two more days, and due to the lack of security and surveillance, the floor had been cut off from access entirely - except for Sergeant Santiago, whom they’d trusted would hold the keys to each stairwell in safekeeping, and

3: The growing baby in her uterus has set her hormones onto an all-time high, and if there was any chance for this fantasy to come to life, it was right. now. 

Adjusting the tucked in edges of her version of work attire, Amy fiddles with the toy captain’s badge that she had clipped to the front.  It wasn’t nearly as shiny as the real thing, and was far too light to feel legitimate, but there was still a sliver of joy that ran down her spine whenever she looked at it attached to her chest.  One day, hopefully not too far from now, the real thing would be there permanently.

Flicking her wrist upwards, she looks at watch without ever registering the time.  It was relatively late in the evening and she had texted Jake fifteen minutes ago, explaining that she was finishing up some duties in the precinct and needed some help moving some heavy boxes around in Terry’s office.  Like the sweet and dutiful husband she knew him to be, he had responded within seconds, an emoji filled text message telling her that he was on his way.  

He had been so supportive the past five months - supportive for their entire relationship, if she really thought about it - stocking up on the one brand of tea that didn’t make her feel sick, offering regular back and foot rubs, drawing baths with just the right amount of hot water and bubbles, and complimenting her body with such sincerity that even on her worst days, Amy had still felt a little bit desirable.  He honestly had been exactly the kind of charming husband that she knew he would be, and she couldn’t wait to see him turn into an equally wonderful father to their son.  

She glances at the clock on the wall and sighs, shifting the captain’s hat she’s been holding to her left hand before placing it carefully on her head.  He just needs to work on his punctuality.  

Finally, she can hear the telltale squeak of his favourite sneakers, growing louder as he moves further into the bullpen, and only moments later he calls out - “Ames?” 

“In here!” Amy yells in response, adjusting the stark white blouse one last time and putting on her best Power Pose as she waits.  His steps are faster now that he knows where to go, and as he opens the door and sees his wife standing before him in a makeshift captain’s uniform, Jake’s eyes turn as wide as saucers.  

“Babe?”

“Detective Peralta.  It’s about time you got here.  Close the door.”

With his eyebrows flickering upwards, Jake blinks a few times before responding, the blinds rattling slightly at the force of his movement.  “Yes, ma’am, I apologise for the delay.  I got caught up in - ”

“Spare me the details, detective.  We can discuss your issues with time management later.  There are more important matters at hand.”

His posture straightens and he nods, and a familiar twinkle begins to show in those beautiful brown eyes.  

Focus, Amy.

“It’s come to my attention recently that, despite previous scenarios that have held similar elements, there still appears to be a pressing need for the reality to occur.”  She can see Jake suppressing a grin, and holds her ground as he starts walking towards her.  “And while said earlier exercises have held a very high success rate, it would seem as though sometimes there is just no substitute for the real thing.”

Jake stops just in front of her, close enough that Amy can smell that intoxicating mix of cologne and their fabric softener and Jake.  His grin hasn’t faded - if anything, it’s grown - and he grips his hands behind his back like a dutiful officer of the law.  While his eyes trace up and down her body, taking in the uniform, his grin turns into a full-blown beam, and after he beat he leans forward to whisper -  “You want me to fuck you in the Captain’s Office?”

She nods, quick and stern, and corrects his inflection.  “I’m going to fuck you in the Captain’s Office.”

His breath is warm against her cheek as he lets out a grunted hell yeah, pressing his lips against hers a mere second later.  Warm hands are wrapped around her waist, and hers curl around his neck as the need to be as close as possible to him overthrows the need to play pretend, and when his tongue massages hers Amy cannot help but let out a contented sigh.  

His face has taken on That Look when they finally pull apart, that I’m so turned on look that Amy loves to see (but really, she loves all of his faces, and damn anyone who says that makes her a lovestruck fool), and her heart begins to race at the anticipation of what’s to come.

They’d only been dating a few weeks the first time they tried this; a pared down version of role play with Jake using his very best authoritative captain’s voice and turning Amy on so quickly that the resulting sex had led to multiple orgasms for both.  For their one year anniversary (a date that had been delayed slightly by a temporary Floridian residence), he had set up the reading room in her apartment to be an almost exact replica of Holt’s office, and proceeded to fuck her on every single available surface.  It was a treasured memory, and one that rated very high on her list of Favourite Sexy Timez, and even to this day she cannot read a book in there without getting turned on just a little bit by the thought of it.

Over the years they’d branched out into various role plays, with a special section of their closet dedicated specifically to the costumes they’ve acquired along the way, and while Jake has definitely seen Amy in this captain’s uniform before she’s fairly certain that this change of scenery into something far more real is going to turn him even more than usual.

Lord knows it has definitely worked out that way for her.

His hands have stayed on her waist, and with a grin he yanks her closer, pressing his hips into hers.  Yep.  It’s definitely working for him too.

He pulls her in for another kiss, and as much as she wants to let him, there are a few important details that the need to iron out first, and so Amy presses her hands against the grey shirt that lay underneath his open flannel.

“There needs to be a few quick rules before we go through with this, Peralta.”

“Whatever it is, I’m going to say yes.”

“Obviously.”  She raises her hand, pointing her index finger upwards.  “Rule one, what happens in here never leaves these four walls.”

Jake nods.  “No doubt.  Rule two, I get to replay this in my mind whenever I feel like it.”  His hands slide lower, gripping her butt gently.  “And babe, I’m gonna feel like it a lot.”

Smiling, Amy shakes her head.  “Rule number three.”  She leans in, grabbing the open panels of his shirt and pulling him closer.  “You’ve gotta make me scream, babe.”

He grins, that sexy smirk that once only belonged in the bedroom but over the years has progressed to closets, kitchens, living rooms and even once an elevator with the emergency break on.  “Yes, Captain.”

Oh, mama.  Her breath catches in her chest, and Amy can feel her eyes widen as she looks up at her husband, the facade temporarily stripped away as she speaks.  “Say it again.”

Jake leans in this time, moving his hands to rest two fingers against his forehead, pushing them away quickly in a faux salute, and ohhhh mama.  “At your command, Captain Santiago.”

Her lips are pressed against his before another thought can be made, the amount of desire running through her veins providing more than enough fuel for Amy to get the fire started.  Jake’s hands move just as quickly, wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer before tugging at the blouse that she had tucked so perfectly into place.  Moaning into Jake’s mouth, Amy shuffles them backwards, casting both of his shirts to the floor and feeling the edge of the desk scrape along her thighs as they make their way to the tall leather chair that has held such power in so many moments.  

Jake pushes her against the desk before they can get there, digging his fingers into her ass with such ferocity that Amy feels the blood rush in for repair at his release, and when his hands move up to undo her buttons she lets out another encouraging moan into his mouth.  It had been a passing joke when Jake had misinterpreted her request, months ago on the morning of the Jimmy Jabs, but Amy would be lying if she said there hadn’t been a frisson of excitement run down her spine at the suggestion of it, and now that it was finally happening, she couldn’t wait to get to the good stuff.

A rush of cool air hits her overheated skin as Jake flicks open the last button on her blouse, shoving the panels to the side and letting out an appreciative sigh at what he finds underneath.  She knew him to be a fan of the curves that her pregnancy has blessed her with - particularly when it came to her boobs - and Amy had done her due diligence in researching a front clasping bra specifically for this occasion.  It was nude in colour - work appropriate of course, even if this particular uniform is technically a costume - and had just enough padding and lace to make her chest look incredibly inviting.  

“Ames,” Jake whispers, eyes bright with attraction as he leans down to begin a trail of kisses against her bare skin, scraping his teeth along her collarbone.  Carding her fingers through his hair, Amy uses her right hand to reach in-between Jake’s chest and hers, undoing the clasp in a practiced move and Jake sighs in approval at the sudden change of pace.  His hands move lower; undoing her navy blue slacks as his tongue laps gently at each of her nipples, already aware of the sensitivity that she’s begun to experience there, but tonight all of her nerves are on high alert in other places, and so Amy digs her fingernails into Jake’s hair in silent encouragement to continue.  

He lets out another moan, the sensation of his voice vibrating against her skin as he leaves a gentle bite underneath one breast, lifting her hips up slightly to push her slacks towards the floor.  Amy kicks off her shoes quickly and Jake follows her lead, listening for the heavy thunk as both hers and his hit the ground.  She lets her hands linger along the bulge of her husband’s biceps as they wander lower, undoing the button and fly of Jake’s jeans as his lips move back up towards hers for a heated kiss.

His hands roam along the curve of her belly, touch turning incredibly soft as he traces the gentle swell where their son is currently growing.  He’s been so incredibly enamoured with watching Amy’s body grow, making it a daily ritual to kiss both her and her bump good morning and good night and making Amy’s heart flutter just a little bit each time.  Some nights he rests his head against her abdomen as they lay together on the couch, and on lazy mornings when getting out of bed seems like way too much of an effort he will shuffle down the mattress, leaning in to tell their baby boy the story of how he and Amy met, peppering the moments with truly terrible dad jokes that she just knows he’s been storing up for future reference.  

“You really are my dream girl,”  Jake mumbles against her cheek as he kisses a path towards her earlobe, nipping gently at the hypersensitive spot that only he knows about just below.  Amy’s responding giggle turns into a gasp as he does so, and she grips the waist of his jeans and pushes them down as far as her position will allow, waiting for Jake to pull back slightly so that he can take care of the rest of the material.

The chair moves back into her eye line as Jake shakes the last leg of his jeans off, and Amy rises from her perched position on the edge of the desk to meet her husband, planting her palms square against his chest as she shoves him backwards.  His butt lands square on the seat as he lets out a surprised yelp, and she grins.  “Now I’ve got you exactly where I wanted you, detective.”

He lets out a soft laugh, his arousal obvious in the unusual gruffness of his voice (and the sizeable bulge in his boxers), opening his arms out in silent invitation - and it’s one that Amy is very willing to respond to.  She moves towards Jake, resting one hand along the top of the chair as she plants one knee on the cushion beneath them, and then pauses.

“Wait … the arms on this don’t move.  Can you - ”

“Uh … what if I - ”

“Oof.  Okay let me just put my knee - ow, babe!”

“Sorry!  I think maybe if ..”

“This belly doesn’t make things … How about - Oh god no, my back!”

Out of nowhere, Jake bursts into laughter, the absolute ridiculousness of the situation causing his chest to bounce with joviality.  His hands are resting against Amy’s back, low enough to support her movements as she laughs along with him, tucking her head into his neck as the tears streak down her face.  In mere seconds, all of the tension dissipates, and that is a skill that only someone like her husband could possess.  

Amy rests her hands against Jake’s dancing shoulders, sliding her palms up to cup his jawline, taking in his infectious smile and oh how she loves this man.  Both of their pants are on the floor of their superior’s office, her shirts is wide open and Jake’s hair is all over the place from her fingers running through it, but she feels as comfortable right here as she would if they were at home on their couch.  

She loves Jake Peralta for a lot of reasons, and that was never going to change.  

Bending slightly lower Amy tips the captains cap back and drops her forehead to rest against Jake’s, leaving a soft kiss against the bridge of his nose as their laughter begins to trickle to a stop, and it’s only a second later that he moves his head to capture her lips with his own.  It’s a simple kiss, the sweetness of it all proving to be too much for Amy as they part, and she strokes Jake’s right cheek with her hand stating the most simples of truths: “I love you.”

His cheeks flush slightly as he looks up at her in utter adoration, right hand sliding along her outer thigh as he replies.  “I love you too, Ames.”  Shifting his body ever so slightly, Jake digs his fingers into her skin and continues.  “Here, rest your weight on this leg .. I have an idea how we can make this work.”

“I’m still not going to be able t-ohhhhh.”  The protest dies in the back of Amy’s mouth as Jake’s fingers push her underwear to the side, the angle of her half standing position giving him easy access to where she really wants him.   He circles her clit slowly, watching her lungs expand and contract as he slowly gains speed, and as Amy moves her hands to his shoulders, Jake dips his middle finger inside.  Her breath hitches, and he pulls out before returning, once with two fingers and then again with three.  

“So wet, babe.  You’ve been thinking about this a lot, huh?”  Jake’s lips are pushing against Amy’s before she can answer, and the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of her takes all response away from her, letting her tongue push against his in response instead.  

She comes to when he finally pulls away, taking in a shuddering breath before throwing him a withering stare for a millisecond, stating “You were ten minutes late, Peralta.”  Pulling him back in for another kiss Amy sinks her teeth into his lower lip in admonishment, and Jake’s responding groan vibrates again her chest.  She smiles when they part, running her hand through his hair and tugging gently at the roots.  “I had to think about something to pass the time.”

“Mmm,” Jake moans, tucking his head into Amy’s neck as his fingers move faster, “Let me make that up to you, babe.”  He makes no hesitation in twisting his wrist, circling his thumb around in the small, rapid circles that he does so expertly.  It’s a well-practised move, one performed only two days ago when he crowded her up against the kitchen sink and pushed her over the edge while they waited for their coffee to finish brewing. 

His fingers stop pumping, pushing in deep and holding still while slightly crooked.  Jake grins up at her as his thumb doubles down in intensity, and Amy tightens her thighs against his wrist as she comes with a stuttered gasp, a mumbled version of her husband’s name falling from her lips as her shaking legs release him from her grip.  She giggles softly (at least, as much as her racing lungs will allow her) and grabs Jake’s hand as he pulls away, pulling it towards her lips and sucking gently on his fingers, sighing in satisfaction at the taste of her arousal.  “Consider yourself forgiven.”

His hand falls from her grasp, and Jake stretches himself up to kiss Amy, gripping his arms around her lower back tightly as he lifts off of the chair, stumbling back towards the desk and resting her butt against the surface once he feels the hard wood press against his thighs.

“I need to be inside you,” he mumbles between hot kisses as his fingers grip the top of her panties, and Amy lifts her hips again to help the fabric disappear faster.  He makes quick work of his own boxers once her underwear is on the floor - and honestly Amy has fantasised about giving Jake a blowjob in this office enough times that she genuinely had planned to do so - but all the hormones that her body was producing right now had turned her into a horny mess and she, too, needed him inside her now.

Spreading her legs as Jake moves in between them, Amy raises her hand up and pulls away the captains hat that she’d managed to keep on until now, resting it on the surface before planting her hands behind her body for support.  She smiles up at Jake as he groans with lust, pumping his wrist up and down his cock while his tongue darts out to moisten the edge of his mouth.  “You truly are the sexiest woman alive, you know that right?”

She nods, and Jake leans in for a kiss, tongue slipping into her mouth as he pushes his cock inside, fingers digging into her hips before resting beside hers on the desk.  This time it’s Amy’s turn to moan as Jake begins to pump slowly, getting both of them used to this unfamiliar position, and honestly every thrust already feels incredible.  

He watches her with the careful eyes of a well-trained detective, but also that of an attentive husband (both of them had discovered that once pregnant, Amy’s body gave different reactions to things that used to work so well), and she gives Jake an encouraging nod of her head as he begins to pick up speed.  She couldn’t tell if it was the angle that the desk presented, or the fact that there were doing it in the captain’s office, but everything felt fucking amazing and she could already feel her body beginning to respond.

“Oh god Jake, yes …”  Bending back on both hands Amy tents her knees, resting her heels precariously along the edge of the desk and letting her body bounce to the rhythm of Jake’s thrusts as all of nerve endings begin to come alive.  The various collegiate novels and industry awards that are lined up on the shelves behind Jake catch her eye, and the sheer illicitness of what they are doing feels better than she could have possibly anticipated.  They should have done this years ago.  Her husband’s right hand moves to cup one of breasts, pushing the heel of his palm along the bottom just the way she likes, and the pressure feels so good that she lets out a gentle moan.  His fingers move further, circling her sensitive nipple with his thumb and only weeks ago an action like that would have had her screaming in pain, but thank god her body has adjusted to these changes because NOW it feels like he’s lighting a match with every stroke, pushing her closer and closer to combustion.  “Yes!  Harder, babe!”

Jake’s breath is hot against her neck as he leaves a series of slopping kisses, dropping one to her mouth before pulling away, breathless.  “You feel so good Ames, so hot … I can’t believe we’re fucking in the captain’s office.  Fuck I love you.”

Amy moves her head back up slightly, eager to watch her husband as he moves closer to the point of no return, and the sight of his beautiful face as he thrusts harder and harder makes Amy call out his name, circling one leg around his lower body in silent encouragement for more.  Glancing behind her quickly, Amy grips the edge of the captain’s hat from the desk, using her thumb to rotate it within her grasp and places it onto Jake’s head with a cheeky grin.  It seems to spur him on, her body rocking against the desk with every single thrust as he increases the intensity, that determined look that she loves so much falling onto his face as he pushes harder and faster. 

Amy lets her hand slide back down his chest, pinching his right nipple as she goes before heading straight for her clit, holding on to Jake’s steady gaze as she begins to move her fingers in the rapid circles that never fail to get her off.  She doesn’t want this to end, but her first orgasm had felt so. good! and she was absolutely ready for another.  The handles on the desk drawers beneath them begin to rattle as Jake really begins to hammer into her, clearly racing towards climax as he mouths Ames over and over.  

The sensation of it all becomes too much a couple of minutes later and Amy cranes her neck back, calling out her husband’s name as another orgasm takes over her body, the delicious rush of it all making her giggle nonsensically.  From above her, Jake moans as Amy’s insides pulse around him, and when she drops her chin to watch him he grips her butt in both hands, pulling her as close as the bump will allow and changing the angle completely.   

His pubic bone rubs against her clit with every forceful pump from this new position, and even though Amy’s just had an orgasm and she would normally be oversensitive by this point, she’s also incredibly turned on - and as Jake’s thrusts continue she grips her other leg around his waist, holding on to him with nothing but her lower body as another wave washes over her.  This time proves to be too much for Jake as he follows her over the edge, digging his fingers into her skin and calling out her name as he releases everything he has.   

It takes a while for either of them to come down from the high, with only the sound of panting breaths and gentle kisses filling the room.  Slowly they part, holding out items of clothing to the other as they begin to put themselves back together, adding in a lingering touch every time one of them is near enough.  

They clear away the evidence of their tryst with the practiced efficiency of a team that know each other inside and out (because really, that’s the only way you could describe their partnership by now), and Jake pulls Amy in for one last lingering kiss as he fastens the top button of his jeans.

“Alright babe, I’m just gonna grab a few things from my desk while I can get to it, and then let’s go home, yeah?”

Amy nods, running her hand along her ponytail and quickly deciding it probably needs to be redone.  “Yep, I’ll be right out.  Oh, and Jake?” 

He turns at the doorway, one hand still gripping the outside frame, and Amy takes deliberately strong steps towards him.  Grabbing him by the collar, she yanks him in hard and fast for a swift kiss, pulling away before he can even try to deepen it.  There’s a flustered look on his face as they part, which when matched with his I just had sex hair makes him all the more adorable, and Amy gives him a quick wink before pushing him out completely.

“Dismissed.” 

[geo-winchester]

FAVORITE PATIENT

Summary: You work as a doctor for the prison, and today it was the visit of one of your favorite patient.

A/N: hi everyone! I know I should be working in the request I have but I start to watch black bird and i barely start it when a few fics start to pop on my brain so this won’t be the only one, I know many saw THAT scene on the first episode, I had to admit it took me by surprise but the whole story is really great, I hope you like this shot story with a little smutty and have a great day!

Warnings: smut, +18, mention of prison, bad grammar.

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You been working as a doctor in the prison for a couple of months, it wasn’t your dream work but it help you to pay the bills, many people would think that it was a risky job but most of the convict were polite to you, sure most of the time there’s a guard with you. One of your favorites patients was Jimmy, with those blue eyes and that cocky smile he give you every time he came to the nursery, like that moment, he scan you before he smirk, you couldn’t help but blush.

-Hi, Doll…

-Here I’m the doctor, Mr. Keene- you look at the guard -It’s ok John, you can take the handcuffs off, I believe Mr. Keene is going to behave- you look at him.

-Of course- John do as he told and leaved the room when he was done, you took jimmy’s file.

-So how have you been?

-Better now that I saw you- he said making you blush.

-Did you have any trouble with another gang?- he shook his head -ok let’s do this- you said as you proceed to take his vitals, he look at you all the time -stop it.

-What do you mean?

-You have that face when you’re…

-Horny?- you blush -I’m sorry doctor but with that skirt, I can’t help it, I hope you don’t wear that in front of the others- you shook your head -I’m glad that way I can have this image just for me- he smirk -now tell me doctor how have you been?

-Better now that I saw you- he smirk, before he can say anything, you approach to him and kiss him, he kiss you back immediately and push you to the desk as the two of you get out of your close, his kisses was rough and intense, making you feel like if you were dreaming, you could feel how his kisses start to go down to your neck, you moan when he press one of your breast -fuck, I miss you…

-Me too- you said as you stroke him, making him rest his forehead on your chest, he take your hand and put you on the top of desk and spread your legs as he take a step back

-gorgeous- he said as he get close and start to rub your clit making you gasp, he smirk -I barely touch you sweetheart and you’re already wet…- he was about to kneel but you stop it.

-I want you now- he look at you -please, Jimmy- he smile at your beg, you moan when you feel the tip of his cock in your entrance, he knew you can take him but he always enjoy when he push himself in to your core, he give you a little time before he start to move, at first his thrust were slow but deep, you scream a little when he found your G-spot.

-Quieter doll, John is going to hear us…

-I don’t care, I know you can do this better- he smirk and speed his thrust, you try to hide your scream.

-Now you want to be quiet? Don’t be shy doll- he groans -let everyone know who you belong.

-Jimmy-you moan -fuck I love you.

-Me too- he groan, you scratch his back when you notice the knock that was forming you on your belly -I can feel you love, your not going to last longer- you nod -all this just for me…

-Jimmy I…- you couldn’t finish, you feel how something explode inside and make you see stars, he keep his pace as you get down of your orgasm, he didn’t last longer until he come inside you and rest his head on your shoulder, when his blue eyes meet your both of you smile -hi husband.

-Hi- he said -fuck your perfect as always- he said before he gives you a little kiss, you brush his cheek.

-Now, tell me, how really are you?

-Missing you- he said as he put some hair behind your ear.

-There’s something you don’t telling me- he sighed.

-Beaumont offer me a deal- you look at him confused.

-What? When did this happen?

-Yesterday I thought they taking me to see you but he was here, and some the officer who arrested me, they know about this- he point at the two of you- about my deals here.

-And what’s the deal?

-I win some guy trust and find the information they need and if I succeed… they let me go- you look at him -we could be free, let this fucking city and start over, just you and me, we could have a small house, maybe start our own family a dog or a cat, what ever you want…- he couldn’t talk because you kiss him.

-I love you, Mr. Keene- he smile at you.

-I love you too Mrs. Keene.

-By the way I want a pony- he laugh.

-I’ll give what ever you want, doll- he said before he kiss you -but for now the only thing I can give you is inside you…

-It’s everything I need right now- he smirk, he knew he still have a few moments with you and he don’t want to waste any second.