#jimmy is so stupid and you know hes kissing his own ass for this and will survive i hate it its very good

[jackass-jones]

Yeah the mouthwash game is pretty good

[kenziexoxoxo]

John Dutton x reader

Description: Her first time (pure and utter smut no real plot)

I DO NOT OWN THE GIF

Warnings: SMUT, age gap, unprotected sex wrap it before you tap it kiddies, and breeding kink :)

She was nervous to all hell why did she agree to playing never have I ever with the ranch hands. Y/n is 22 years old and is still a virgin it was slightly embarrassing the fact she's still a virgin she's just never felt comfortable enough to go farther with a boyfriend before. Y/n knows she has a thing for older men so when she developed a crush on her boss John Dutton she isn't surprised at all. She was sat around a fire with the other hands and surprisingly John too John was too her left and Jimmy was to her right. Ryan who sat with a shit eating grin knew hee dirty little secret that she was a virgin and has a thing for John.

"Never have I ever not had sex before." Ryan said smirking everyone drank but her. Everyone looked at her surprised to all hell she's a beautiful young woman who they all figured would've had men lining up to fuck her yet here she was a virgin. John swallowed hard when she said she was a virgin why did it turn him on to know she was he tried to push the thoughts out of his head of taking her and ruining her. He was not supposed to have a crush on his employee yet here he was. As the night drew on she decided to turn in. John decided to follow her he had to know why she was still a virgin. He caught up with her wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Darlin' I got a question for you." John said his large hand wrapped around her hip his pinky lightly touching her ass.

"Yeah John what's up?" She asked trying not to blush as she felt his pinky touching her ass.

"How come you're still a virgin you're so fucking beautiful I figured you'd have men lining up out the door to want you?" John asked trying not to think about how good she'd feel he couldn't remember the last time he a) had good sex and b) had someone who was a virgin.

"Just mever felt right I guess." She said shrugging. John slipped his hand down to her ass squeezing it.

"Darlin I ain't gonna lie what ever your exs did to fumble you they're batshit stupid." He said as she gasped when he grabbed her ass she felt heat pooling in her lower belly and her cunt begging to be fucked damn it she was ovulating no wonder she was foaming at the mouth for him to bend her ove rand fuck her into next week. He watched as her thighs rubbed together he could feel his cock twitch as she did that. "Darlin' do you want to lose your virginity tonight?" He whispered in her ear lightly nibbling on it she was a mess already and he'd barely touched her she let out a feral whine.

"Yes fuck yes please." She practically begged what the hell had gotten into her. John growled and picked her up easily and put her over his shoulder carrying her towards the main house he bit her ass through her jeans. She let out a moan as he did that he smirked as she moaned. Once inside the main house he took her to his bedroom putting her down gently on the bed.

"Darlin I'll go slow with you ok." He said taking her shirt off slowly she nodded in response. He stopped removing her shirt. "Sweetheart I need you to say yes no nodding I need to hear you say yes before I rsvish you." He said staring deep into her eyes his blues almost gone with how blown with lust his pupils were.

"Yes please." She said without thinking a second thought he continued to take her shirt off and then her bra he cupped one of her breasts in his hand as he sucked on the other her hands went to his hair as he did this he did it for a while switching boobs leaving hickies along the way he slowly started to kiss down her stomach and naval he took his shirt off her hands went to his chest loving the feeling of his skin under her finger tips he let out a moan of approval of her hands on him. He un did her jeans looking her in the eyes watching her to make sure she was ok with what was happening as he pulled them off and threw them some where he then moved to her oantues keeping eye contact and watching to make sure she's ok. "Look at you soaked for me darlin God such a pretty little cunt." His words were sultry and made her heart races and her legs open for him her chest rose and fell rapidly as she looked at him. He looked up one more time making sure she was ok before diving in he was damn skilled with his tongue she knew that he fucked her with his tongue moaning at her taste before moving to her clit rolling the nub between his teeth as a finger slowly skid in he groaned feeling how tight she is he slowly started to pump she was a mess under him her hips bucked up and she was moaning and saying his name like a prayer she couldn't even warn him before her orgasm came crashing down on her. He licked his fingers clean looking up at her as he did before shucking his jeans and boxers off he was HUGE she'd seen dicks before but he was another level he watched her eyes bug out of her head like a cartoon character he pumped himself a couple times letting out a sigh of relief. "Don't worry darling it'll fit just fine just relax it's gonna hurt for a second then it'll get better." He said as she nodded he slowly inched himself into her he was panting at how damn tight she was he wasn't gonna last long he stopped once he was all the way in he looked at her. "Tell me when you want me to move Darlin" he said trying not to cum already she was like a vice nice warm, wet, and vice like walls clamping around him as she got used to him.

After a while she looked at him and in a moan she wiggled her hips. "Move please John please." She was practically begging it felt good? She was surprised everyone said her first time was gonna be horrible. John slowly started to thrust into her his head falling to her shoulder.

"Sugar I'm gonna cum fast fuck that cunt of yours is tight where do you want me to cum." He said as he started to move a little faster.

"In me I want to feel you I want to risk getting me pregnant." She moaned out. John's hips stuttered.

"Darlin, you got a breeding kink?" He asked as he picked up the pace a little the images of her pregnant with his baby driving him mad her belly all round and full of his seed her tits full of milk.

"Yes." She whined her legs wrapping around his hips his hand quickly moved down to her clit and started rubbing he could feel his orgasm wanting to come. She started getting louder and louder till white hot pleasure tool over her nails dug into his back as she got even tighter around him which made him moan louder. Her body shook like an earthquake as she came screaming his name her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He gave a solid two more thrusts before she felt him twitch and come hard in her she tightened her muscles to milk him for all he had. He flopped down on top of her.

"Fuck Darlin that was the best sex I think I've ever had." He said between deep breaths of air she couldn't even answer she was still in such a blessed out mindset she just mad a mhm noise.

The end

[fortheloveofthefic]

She Ain't a Buckle Bunny

What if the reader is Lloyds daughter who come to visit her dad and starts to work for john. And jimmy falls head over heals for her

Requested by my dear friend @lizzydutton

Jimmy knew he was in trouble the first moment he'd laid eyes on (Y/N) Pierce. He'd had to turn away just so he'd stop drooling over Lloyd's daughter. She was absolutely beautiful and laughed at his stupid jokes even though her father obviously wasn't a fan. What he never expected was that she'd return his feelings. They'd started by just working together on the ranch, making small talk and getting to know each other. After a few weeks, he knew he was absolutely in love with her. And that first kiss, well that's something he'd never forget. He'd gone back into the bunkhouse with the men laughing and making fun of him, asking what girl caused him to have those big moon eyes. Even Lloyd had jumped in on the teasing. He of course hadn't said a word.

That brought him to this moment, down by the river in the middle of the day while they were supposed to be riding fences and making sure there were no breaks. He watched as (Y/N) jumped off her horse and gave him a bright, wild smile, that reckless side of her showing through that she no doubt inherited from her ex rodeo cowboy of a father. He scratches the back of his neck and blushes as she strips off her clothes and turns to look at him. "Well, are you coming or not, cowboy?" He felt himself stir as she winked at him, turning in his saddle to look around, to see if anyone was around. He jumps down from his horse and ties him to a tree, taking a few minutes to really think this over. Was this something he really wanted to risk? But then she dove into the river and came up, her hair wet, the water running in tiny rivulets down her tanned body, and he was a goner. He stripped down and walked into the river, wrapping his arms around her. "You're gonna get me killed, you know that? Your dad is one of the few here that actually like me." He chuckles and picks her up, kissing her deeply as he carries her to the bank, laying her down just on the edge of the water and makes slow love to her, his lips smothering her moans and cries of passion. He lost count of how many times she'd come undone around him, his own release biting at his heels until he felt something cold and hard pressed to his back, and heard the distinctive sound of a gone cocking. He froze immediately, not even daring to breathe.

"You best get your sorry fucking ass up, boy!" Lloyd growls and watches as Jimmy does just that, jumping up as though he'd been bit by an old rattler. If the boy didn't handle this right, he'd wish he'd been bit by a snake. Lloyd looks down at his daughter and throws his coat to her. "Jesus, (Y/n) cover up. I don't want the whole damn ranch seein' what my baby girl has to offer. Now you get up on yer horse and Rip's gonna make sure you get to the God Damn bunkhouse while me and dipshit here have a talk."

Jimmy watches as (Y/N) throws the coat back at her father and climbs on her horse completely naked, clearly defying the man's wishes. He jumps as Rip claps him on the back with a laugh. "Boy, you prove me wrong every damn day, don't you. Just when I didn't think you could be any more stupid." He shakes his head, still laughing as he climbs onto his horse and grabs the reins of (y/n)'s horse, making sure she goes where she should. Jimmy reaches down, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on, looking into the eyes of the man he'd admired from the minute he came onto the ranch. "Lloyd, I..I didn't mean to.." He cut off realizing how stupid that sounded. Of course he'd meant to have sex with the woman. What he didn't mean to do was betray one of his closest friends. He sighs and holds his hands out in a sign of surrender. "You do what you have to." He could see the anger all over the other man and for the first time since he'd met him, he was honestly terrified of Lloyd. "Just know, that I love her, Lloyd. Look in my coat pocket. I plan to marry her." He watches as Lloyd does just that, pulling out the little box with the ring in it. There's a palpable silence for several minutes before Lloyd finally speaks again with tears in his eyes. "Jimmy, you were a fucking useless dipshit when you came to the ranch, but since you've been back from Texas, you done good. Yer a damn good cowboy and ya done some growin up. As much as I don't want my baby girl growin' up and hooking up with some damn cowboy like her Pa, guess she could do worse." He chuckles and puts his gun away, pulling Jimmy into a hug. "Welcome to the family, son. Now I suggest you get your ass in gear and get ta askin' her. She can't say yes if you don't ask."

I hope you liked it :) Requests are open my lovelies. For all Yellowstone Male Characters and for Most Male HP Characters as well.

[inagetawaycarxo]

Post Breakup Run-Ins [WWE]

Warnings: breakups, mentions of cheating, angst, crying, heartbreak, breakout them tissues, me listening to SOUR while writing this, more angst, roman’s part is FULL ANGST, broken hearts, Roman being an ass in Jey’s part and his own part, as well as Drews, asshole!roman, mentions of cheating, insecurities, heartache, alcohol, Seth’s part is short.

A/N: All two parts. This preference involves Drew Mcintyre, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Roman Reigns & Seth Rollins. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Drew McIntyre:

Drew and you were on different brands so a breakup was inevitable. Drew and you broke up before survivor series. You were lucky you haven’t run into him yet, but that was all going to change when survivor series happened.

You thought you could avoid him but you were so wrong. You ended up crashing right into his chest.

You were talking to Jey, so your attention wasn’t in front of you. nor was his he was looking at you. you crashed right into something solid. Nearly falling, put a strong muscular arm caught you. the familiar smell invading your nostrils. It was him.

You looked up. Staring into his eyes. he stared into your eyes.

The moment was interrupted by Jey when he pulled you off of Drew. Drew looked annoyed.

“Come on y/n/n,” Jey spoke, before dragging you away quickly. Drew and you stared at each other till you disappeared.

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“You, okay?” Jey asked noticing that you were spaced out while he guided you to Roman’s private locker room.

“Do you think I should talk to him; I mean the way he stared at me…” You spoke. As Jey and you walked into Roman’s locker room.

Jey fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t why you were under Drew’s spell. He broke your heart because you got drafted to smackdown while he stayed on raw. He couldn’t even bother to try a long-distance relationship with you. In Jey’s eyes Drew didn’t deserve you or a second chance.

“He broke up with you because both of you were on different brands,” Jey pointed out.

“I know but…” You sighed, but Jey cut you off.

“Y/n, if he cared about you, he wouldn’t have broken up with you, he would have tried,” Jey grumbled. Trying to prove a point to you. You must have forgotten all those nights you cried till you had no tears left to cry.

“What are you flapping your gums about?” Roman demanded. Rubbing his temple. Jimmy looked up from his phone, while Paul looked at Jey then at you, then back at Roman.

“Y/n ran into Drew and now she wants to get back with him, which I think is stupid,” Jey grumbled. Making you roll your eyes.

Roman let out a huff. Rolling his eyes. Obviously, you forget how much it broke you when he dumped you.

Roman composed himself. Looking at you. Making your heart jump to your throat.

“He broke your heart, y/n, he couldn’t be man enough to make it work, so he dumped you, broke your heart into pieces, you spent years trying to get over him, and now you want to get back together with him,” Roman hissed out.

“But…” You gasped out. Heart thumping wildly against your ribcage.

“I’m not done talking yet, you are better off without him, he isn’t a man,” Roman spoke in a cold tone. Like he was lecturing you.

Roman got up. Walking over to you. He gently rested his hand on your cheek. Eyes looking into yours.

“I don’t think your heart could take another heartbreak from him,” Roman sighed, stroking your cheek before leaving his locker room. Leaving you standing confused. Paul followed him, as well as Jey. Jimmy trailed behind but stopped beside you.

“Y/n, don’t listen to them, do what your heart tells you, if you want to be with him, then be with him,” Jimmy spoke. Making you smile.

“Thanks, Jimmy,” You beamed. Making him give you a playful wink before he left the room.

You quickly spun around. Opening the locker room door and walking out. Searching for Drew.

After about an hour of searching for him, you were about ready to give up. You couldn’t find him. Cursing to yourself. Maybe Roman and Jey were right.

Pouting to yourself you hopped onto a crate. Wishing the world would swallow you whole. You didn’t see Drew sit down next to you.

“Hey y/n, I’m surprised your guard dogs aren’t around you,” He joked. Making you look up. Surprise edged on your features.

“Drew,” You gasped out. Mentally cursing yourself.

The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a minute or so of gazing into each other’s eyes, both of you broke the silence at the same time.

“I want to give us another chance,” Both of you spoke at the same time.

You smiled at his response. While he smiled back at you. Drew took a hold of your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours. Your heartbeat beating a hundred miles. Butterflies swarming inside of your stomach.

“I shouldn’t have broken up with you, these past few years have been torture,” Drew spoke. As you starred at him.

“It’s okay, all that matters now is that we want the same thing, and that’s that we want to get back together, to give us another chance,” You spoke. As Drew closed the space between him and you.

His other hand grabbing the side of your face. Lowering his lips down to yours. His warm lips pressing against yours softly. Eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you…

Jey Uso;

You avoided Jey, and if you did see him you would run in the other direction.

Ever since he joined Roman, he had changed and not for the better either.

Roman told Jey to forget about you, that you weren’t supportive and if you dumped him because he joined family then you never really did love him. The truth was Roman was manipulating him and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

At first, Jey listened to his cousin giving you death glares, but that all faded. He missed you. He missed your touch, your smile, how your hair smelt, how you laugh, he missed deep conversations with you. He was aching for you.

So, he planned to corner you into a corner.

“Jey, what do you want, here to glare me to death,” You asked. Placing your hands on your hips.

Instead of answering you he just grabbed the side of your face and kissed you roughly. Placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away.

“Jey…” You gasped out. Eyebrows furrowing.

“I miss you so much, I need you, I want you back,” Jey begged you. Making your heart ache.

“We can’t, you’ve changed so much, ad Roman hates me,” You sighed. Looking at him with sad eyes.

“Then what if we date in secret?” Jey suggested. Making you think for a second.

You let out a sigh.

“Okay,” You whispered. Jey was close enough to hear. He smiled before kissing you again.

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Jey let out a content sigh, as you snuggled into his bare chest. Both of you coming down from your high, after having multiple orgasms.

You traced his tattoo. Looking at a bruise of his in concern. Jey knew you weren’t fond of Roman. Or his actions, in fact, you liked to call him a self-centred asshole. Telling Jey he is manipulating him.

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind, well dirty mind?” Jey asked, winking at you on the last line.

You moved your head up, looking at him, to see him staring at you. You playfully rolled your eyes. Lightly swatting him. Jey let out a fake ow.

“I just… I wish your cousin wasn’t so self-centred. He could come and save you when you get attacked by his opponents,” You sighed. Pouting at him.

“Don’t worry, babe,” He replied. His hand cupping the side of your face.

“But I do, you get hurt, and he doesn’t, it’s hard not to,” You sighed heavily. Jey had to distract you. He was still horny, so he thought why not go for another round.

“Let’s not talk about my cousin, not when we can go for another round,” He spoke, shifting his body so he was on top of you. Your heart rate accelerating a few beats.

“But…” You tried to speak but stopped you by putting his finger on your lips.

“Sh,” Jey shushed you making you pout. Jey positioned the head of his cock with your entrance.

Before you could even protest, he entered you. Making a gasp escape your mouth. Jey smirked. Satisfied he got that reaction. Your hands gripped his forearms.

“See so much better than talking about Roman.” Jey groaned out, as your walls clenched around him as he continued to slide into you till bottom out. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

What the two of you failed to notice was that Jimmy and Roman entered Jey’s hotel room, walking in on Jey and you naked about to have sex.

“Yeah, let’s not talk about me while you are fucking this whore, in fact, I thought the both of you broke up, please don’t tell me she manipulated you into sleeping with her,” Roman shouted. Voice booming.

You let out a slight scream. You could have sworn he locked the door. But the two of you were both driven by the lust for each other that the two of you didn’t lock it. However, your shock disappeared at what he said. What a hypocrite, he was the one that was manipulating people.

“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Covering him and you. Jimmy awkwardly adverted his eyes, while Roman just glared at you. You glared back at Roman.

“We wouldn’t have broken up if you didn’t manipulate him,” You hissed out. Giving him an icy glare. Which he shot right back at you.

“Babe,” Jey gasped out. Roman scoffed.

“You are such a brat,” Roman growled out.

“Least I don’t let my cousins do my dirty work or get injured because I couldn’t be bothered to save them,” You hissed out.

“You wouldn’t understand you aren’t a part of the bloodline,” Roman shot back.

Jimmy wished he had popcorn, Jey wished this would end, because he knew Roman would make him choose and he couldn’t do that.

“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Shooting Roman a look.

“You such a manipulating asshole,” You shouted. Voice rising two octaves.

“Y/n,” Jey huffed out. Looking between Roman and you.

“Least I’m not sleeping my way to the top,” Roman smirked. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“That’s enough,” Jey shouted, slightly upset at Roman’s words.

“And there it is,” You chuckled darkly.

“It’s true, you slept with Jey, got attention, now you will probably want to sleep with someone else,” Roman growled out. Glaring at you coldly.

“You really think that low of me,” You spat out.

“Yeah,” Roman smirked.

“You are such an asshole,” You yelled.

“Might be but you wouldn’t understand, even if Jey did make you understand you just wouldn’t get it,” Roman spat out. Crossing his arms. Did he just call you dumb? you thought to yourself. You wrapped the sheet around you, getting up. Jey quickly covered himself with the quilt cover.

“No, you are being a manipulating toxic asshole, I honestly think you need a reality check, and I hope Brock knocks some sense into you,” You shouted. Walking over to him. Roman’s glare intensified.

“Y/n,” Jey hissed out. While Jimmy looked amused. Damn you had balls to stand up to Roman and say that.

“Jey is either her or us?” Roman spoke, giving him an alternative. Making you narrow your eyes.

You quickly slapped him hard. Making Jey gasp and Jimmy try to control his laugh. The slap echoed through the hotel room. Roman grabbed his cheek a red mark formed on his cheek.

“I’ll do you one better, I’m done,” You hissed out. Casting a look at Jey, before you turned your head to look at Roman. Giving him an icy glare. You stormed off. Jey quickly got out of the bed, holding the quilt close, as he chased after you. Roman rolled his eyes.

“Y/n, wait,” Jey gasped out. Voice full of panic. He couldn’t lose you again.

“You are just going to walk out with a sheet wrapped around you,” Roman questioned smugly. Jey shot him a look, as you stopped in the doorway of the front door. The door was half-opened.

“Well, got to keep my slutty reputation up,” You spat out, slamming the door after you exited it.

Jey glared at Roman.

“What the hell was that?” Jey hissed out.

“She wouldn’t understand, and she is a distraction,” Roman responded. Shrugging his shoulders like he just did Jey a huge favour. Jey glared at his cousin….

Jimmy Uso:

Jimmy cheated on you. He begged you for forgiveness telling you it was a moment of weakness and he missed you.

But you weren’t having any of it so, you ended it.

Jimmy vowed to get you back. Yelling at you that he wouldn’t stop until you were his again.

You weren’t really surprised to see him at your doorstep.

The loud sound of persistent knocking came from your front door. Taking you away from the tub of ice cream and the show that was playing on the TV. You whipped your tears away. Before walking to the door. Unlocking it and taking the lock chain off, before opening the door.

You let out a groan of annoyance when you saw Jimmy at your doorstep. Eyes red from crying. He was the one that got himself in this mess. Holding a bouquet. Like they were going to fix the issue.

You were about to close the door, but he stopped you. a look of panic crossing his face.

“Please, y/n, I love you, I am so sorry I cheated on you, it was a moment of weakness, please, I love you,” He pleaded.

You closed your eyes. Fighting the tears back. You then reopened your eyes.

“If you ever loved me, you would have never cheated on me,” You snapped. Before slamming the door and locking it. Putting the chain lock across before walking back to the couch. Turning up the volume on the TV to drown out Jimmy’s pleas.

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You wished your self-doubt would go away, you wished you didn’t fall in love with Jimmy, but nothing is ever simple or easy in life.

The first few months of the breakup you wallowed. Crying your eyes out. Eating junk food to comfort you. To soothe your breaking heart. It didn’t help when Jimmy kept coming around with gifts trying to apologize. You didn’t want the gifts, you just wanted his love, but he couldn’t give that to you. Because if he even loved you, he wouldn’t have cheated.

He only went away when Sasha threatened him. Chewing his ear out. It pained you to see her get up him, but he did hurt you, and he did deserve her grilling. Sasha was your best friend in the company. Claiming you were the best hairdresser in WWE.

So, when you didn’t come to work, she started to worry about you. Till the point, she came over. Comforting you and telling you, you needed a distraction and to forget about him.

So, here you were at the salon you worked at. Trying to distract yourself. But failing miserably.

A bunch of teenage girls going to prom, made you think of Jimmy. Wishing it were that simple. You styled their hair. Doing your best not to think of Jimmy, asking about who they were going to prom with, what their gowns looked like, but it was hard not to think of Jimmy when his twin brother made his way into the salon. You rolled your eyes, as he walked over to you. The teenage girls swooned over him.

“Is he your boyfriend?” One asked.

“He is so cute,” One of the girls spoke.

“He is so hot,” Another one swooned.

“What do you want Jey?” You asked as you continued to curl the teenage girl's hair. She was the last one.

“Do you have a minute?” Jey asked. As he sat down on the bench to the side. The teenage girls stared at him in awe. While Jey shot them a wink. Some of them blushed while some of them giggled. You rolled your eyes. Shooting him a look.

“Are you two dating?” The teenage girl whose hair you were curling asked. Jey’s eyebrow flicked up.

“She wishes,” He teased. Giving you a playful look. He was trying to cheer you up. Seeing how miserable you looked. You rolled your eyes at his answer.

“He wishes,” You grumbled. As you curl the last strand of her hair.

“Nah, she dated my twin brother,” He spoke. Making the teenage girls gasp.

“There’s another one that looks like you,” One of the girls gushed out.

“Alright girls, all done, go to the counter and I will ring up the price,” You spoke. They all obliged, but not before giving Jey flirty looks.

“Can I have a word?” Jey asked. Making you let out a huff.

“I’m busy,” You huffed out, as you unplugged the curling iron.

“I’ll wait,” Jey responded. Crossing his arm as he sat on one of the chairs.

“Fine, just give me a second,” You sighed. Walking off to go charge the teenage girls. Their mums were there as well. Paying for the styling. You smiled warmly at them as they left the store. Telling the girls to have fun.

You let out a heavy sigh. Dreading to go back and talk to Jey. You knew he would want you to get back with Jimmy.

You took a deep breath before letting it out. Walking back to Jey.

“What do you want Jey?” You sighed out, as you reorganized your kit.

“He misses you, and you miss him, the two of you look like shit, and I before you argue and say he cheated on you, he regrets doing it, he needs you and you need him, can you please look past the fact he cheated on you and go back to him, at least give him another shot or be his friend,” Jey pleaded.

“I can’t Jey,” You sighed. Tears gathering in your eyes you quickly wiped them away.

“At least come back to WWE, everyone misses you,” Jey sighed. You thought about it for a second before looking up at him.

“Fine, but keep Jimmy away from me,” You sighed. Jey smiled brightly. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close into his chest. Giving you a bone-crushing hug. You let out a groan of pain. His plan worked, now all he had to do was get Jimmy and you back together…

Roman Reigns:

Breakups were hard. Especially how Roman and you ended. He ended up telling you he still has feelings for Galina and wanted to try again with her.

That left your heart breaking into two. You quickly rushed out of the room, while he called your name.

Ever since then you have been avoiding him. It didn’t help that the two of you worked in the same place, smackdown.

Doubts setting in your mind, where you a placeholder? Did he ever love you? Did he cheat on you?

Unfortunately for you, your luck ran out. You bumped into him in the hallways.

You felt like your throat was closing up. Heart thumping loudly in your eardrums.

“Hey, y/n, I haven’t seen you lately, how are you? Are you okay?” He asked. Looking at you with a general interest. His eyes looked sad. The nerve of him to ask you that, to even speak to you like you are his friend.

“Okay?” You shouted out. tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“I can’t even look at you without bursting into tears. You broke my heart, you ruined me,” You snapped. Tears falling from your eyes.

Out of habit roman went to wipe them away but you slapped his hand away.

“Did you even love me? Or was it just fake, maybe you even used me just so you felt less lonely,” You snapped. Bianca noticed the Commotion. She quickly walked over to Roman and you. she wasn’t too impressed with how Roman broke your heart, after all, you ran to her crying your eyes out till you passed out. She was your best friend, so she felt a little protective over you.

“I hate you; I never want to talk or see you ever again, heck, I’m going to see if I can go to raw, and if I can’t then I quit,” You yelled. roman looked heartbroken, but you didn’t care.

“Come on y/n/n,” Bianca spoke softly, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you away from Roman, casting him a glare over her shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” She spoke in a soothing voice. While your body shook in anger.

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You no longer had emotional breakdowns over Roman. Lies. At least not in front of anyone. Though Bianca believed you weren’t over Roman. Especially since you got drunk to numb the pain or have one-night stands with other guys, to forget about him, and the fact he chooses her not you.

Roman on the other hand after his encounter with you, wasn’t doing so well. He made a mistake breaking up with you to be with Galina.

He saw how cold you were to him, but deep down he knew it was all a front. He knew you were breaking, and he was breaking too. But he knew he couldn’t break up with Galina as well.

She noticed Roman’s behaviour as well. Often finding him deep in thought. Or scrolling through his phone. Looking at selfies of you. Sometimes he would stalk your Instagram as well. At first, she felt jealous, but then she accepted that a part of Roman was going to love you.

“You still love her, don’t you?” Galina asked as she noticed Roman was looking at photos of you again. He quickly locked his phone a little too quickly for her liking.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m with you now, I picked you,” Roman spoke. Flashing her a soft smile. That didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She let out a sigh. Just because he flashed her a smile. She could tell it didn’t reach his eyes. He was miserable without you. Every time he was happy his mind would then wander off to you. His smile turning into a frown. She could tell he missed you.

“Talk to her,” She sighed.

“She hates me,” Roman sighed.

“She hates that you choose me over her, and truthfully I only think you choose me because of the kids, and maybe you do still love me, but I know you love y/n more,” Galina spoke. Giving him a sad smile. He needed to hear it.

Roman tried to speak but Galina cut him off again.

“Go win her back, give you her your all, and if it doesn’t work out, we can try again,” She spoke.

Roman smiled at her sadly. Getting up and walking over to her.

“I’m sorry, for doing this to you,” Roman sighed. Cupping the side of her face. She looked up at him. Slightly smiling. Leaning into him. Her hands grabbed his wrists.

“I know, but you still love her, go get her,” Galina spoke. Leaning up till her lips pressed against his. Kissing each other passionately one last time before he went to your apartment complex…

Nerves racked throughout Roman’s body. Palms clammy. Rehearsing in his mind what he was going to say to you. Roman took a deep shake breath in then exhaled. Clenching his hand into a fist. Bringing his fist up to the door and knocking.

He knocked three times. Calling your name. But got no response. His heart hammered against his rib cage.

“Look, y/n, I know you don’t want to see me, but I left her, I want us to get back together,” Roman spoke voice slight loud.

Roman heard the door behind him. Making him glance over his shoulder. Seeing your neighbour standing there in their pyjamas. Looking slightly annoyed.

“She’s not home,” They grumbled. Looking at Roman in irritation.

“That’s fine, I can wait for her,” Roman replied. Giving your neighbour a forced smile.

“You’ll be waiting for a while,” One of your neighbours spoke. Making Roman shrug his shoulder.

“Your problem,” Your neighbour grumbled. They were about to slam the door when Roman spoke again.

“Is she doing, okay?” Roman asked.

“By okay you mean, coming home drunk while her friend helps her, or doesn’t come home at all till the next day?” Your neighbour shot out. Shotting Roman a glare. Before shutting the door.

Guess he deserved that. But that got Roman worrying more about you. You weren’t doing okay, and it was all because of him….

“And after all, he put me through, I still fucking love him,” You drunkenly blurted out. Making Damian furrow his eyebrows as you downed the shot. An idea popped into his mind.

“How about I get him off your mind?” Damian suggested.

“How?” You asked as Damian got up off the barstool, tilting his head to the side hinting at the dance floor. Holding his hand out to you. You bite your lip, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Okay, handsome,” You slurred out, getting up and taking his hand. Damian pulled you towards the dance floor…

Seth Rollins;

You tried to get transferred to NXT but no, Vince wanted you on Smackdown live.

It was hard to avoid someone you loved, hard to look at him, hard to be happy for him since he was now a father. You weren’t too happy when you found out the woman, he cheated on you with Becky was pregnant, it broke your heart.

So, when you did bump into Seth you cast your gaze down to the ground and walked off muttering an apology and walking off.

Seth felt bad. All the guilt of cheating you eating up inside of him. he tried to apologize to you he really did, but you ignored him. he knew he broke your heart. He loved Becky but deep down in his heart you always held a special place.

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The alcohol only numbed your heartache to a certain extent. Though you always ended up crying yourself to sleep. You wished that you didn’t fall in love with him, then you wouldn’t be so broken. Wondering what you did wrong.

You tried your best to avoid Seth, especially Becky. You were hoping you would get released to at least ease your pain, but that never happened. You could only wait till your contract ended. Then you could be free of him. Maybe you would wrestler in AEW or Impact anywhere that was free of Seth and Becky.

All you wanted was to be enough for him, and you weren’t. You thought he loved you, but he didn’t. You were sick of feeling heartbroken…

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[what-i-call-men]

Hey could you do the Evans’ characters reacting to reader’s stretch marks?🥺 thank you luv you

The Evans and reacting to the Reader’s stretch marks

Warnings: I am NOT going to write stretch marks as something negative or something to be ashamed of/insecure about! They are just a natural part of bodies- so they are just a part of the body in my writing. The only negative parts are from people like Kai, tate, and Jeff.

Tate:

As much as ya’ll want to think you’re the exception, Tate is probably just like kai, just a little more stupid. He probably thinks they’re something worse at first, pulling you aside and making sure you’re ok. When you tell him that they’re stretch marks and not scars, he will probably scrunch up his nose and roll his eyes, mostly because he’s a teenage boy and he’s uninformed about what they really are. After he is, he really doesn’t pay them any mind.

Kit:

Oh boy, I think it depends where they are honestly. If they're on like your thighs or ass he probably doesn’t really notice them, But if it’s your stomach- especially if they were from pregnancy- he will adore them, probably rubbing lotion on them and kissing them. He definitely likes to think about how they came from your kid, definitely thankful for every day.

Kyle:

Pre death I think Kyle probably doesn’t notice them. He thinks you’re hot exactly as you are as every teenage boy is. Post death Kyle is a bit different. He loves to lay on your lap, stomach or chest and trace the lines in awe. He loves to just stare at them and sometimes he will take a marker and draw on them if he’s feeling particularly inspired. He will sometimes equate them to the tiger in his kids books (early on in recovering).

Jimmy:

Ok let's be real, we all Jimmy loves a good thicc partner. That thiccness is not unaccompanied by natural stretch marks obviously. I think he loves them honestly. He definitely gets a little hard when you wear outfits that show them off, that includes when you perform, which makes his performances a bit more challenging. He most definitely peppers kisses all along them every night whether in a sexual way or not.

James:

I think he’s conflicted between thinking his partner should be perfect and the thought that you're already perfect. He definitely worships the ground you walk on so anything others may deem as undesirable he will love endlessly. James definitely loves all marks and scars on your body. He most likely doesn't say anything about them though, just silently admires them.

Kai:

Honestly we all know what i’m about to say, Kai is a dick about them. But let's just pretend that he makes an exception for you when you two are dating (Pretend he’s not a dick for a minute with me). I think even if you were his exception, he would choose to ignore rather than love them like the other guys. He might not even look at them or notice them all that much. In actuality Kai probably will call you fat or even get you those “magic stretch mark removal” cream because he’s an ass.

Malcolm:

He probably Isn’t one to immediately notice them. I mean he has plenty of resources that “fix” this type of thing but he doesn’t see any reason to even try because they’re just part of natural life. Sometimes he will just remind you how amazing your ass looks, accompanied with a gentle smack and the two of you will usually laugh it off and move on.

Jeff:

He is honestly probably just like Kai and Tate, but a bit more of a himbo. He doesn’t really know that they’re natural, but he definitely wouldn’t ever put them on one of his sex dolls. If he doesn't see them in pornos they probably don’t really exist. Along with the ignorance, he probably also buys you those “Magic” creams. After you explain it to him, he probably just shrugs and moves on in whatever he was doing.

Austin:

He’s probably the kind of artist that refers to them as something artful like “Angel scratches”. Austin probably will write about them and all your “imperfections” in his music because you are his inspiration for a lot of the love songs he writes. If he feeds from you, he will probably add some of his own marks along with the stretch marks.

[gingeraleluke]

𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: tom holland x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: your boyfriend got home just in time to watch his most recent interview on tv with you.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, nothing just fluff! :)

𝗔/𝗡: this is my first time writing for tom so i hope you guys like it!! <3

this is based on the spider-man: far from home interview with jimmy kimmel!

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the young girls heart was silent for the first nineteen years of her life. nothing but a faint heartbeat and some clouded thoughts of little to nothing inconsistencies. from the moment she first opened her eyes as a baby, separating her fingers and spreading her toes while her newly polished eyes tried making sense of her surroundings, to the ripe summer when her mother insisted she become a camp counselor to succumb enough money to buy her very own long-overdue car. the girl felt nothing.

the teens she longed to be alike were a mere hourglass, y/n a shadow. portraying their success and growth without mirroring any of her own, she felt like a weak duckling surrounded by marvelous swans. she would spend her youth watching blondes fall for brunettes on television, plopping popcorn into her mouth while pressing rewind on her favorite romantics, watching the way they would look at eachother and move with one another. she never thought she could be able to experience that. everything inside her was too quiet, too plain.

and then she met tom. it became loud, too loud, and she loved it. everything she thought she could never achieve, she achieved with him. her colorless days no longer existed and she fell deeper and deeper in love with him everyday.

switching the tv from some medical soap opera, y/n sat on her couch. she wore nothing but a plain bra and a pair of baby blue satin shorts. normally, she’d cover up more, especially if she had company over, but tom was a different kind of company and a comfortable one at that.

“THOMAS HURRY UP!” she could hear her boyfriend yell a faint, “i’m coming,” through the noise of the water running. shortly after, the shower stopped as y/n scrolled mindlessly through her phone, impatient.

she expected to see her boyfriend walk out of the bathroom, a trail of steam behind him, but instead she heard the loud roar of a hairdryer.

“for fucks sake-“ her mouth was lacking the salty and buttery flavor she craved so she took the opportunity to use her time by putting some popcorn in the microwave while her boyfriend blowed out his hair.

as she watched the minutes on the timer go down, the machine dinged as she grabbed a bowl and poured the snack inside it. she made her way back to the bench sofa and extended her legs out on the grey island cushions. the lace on the trim of her shorts tickled her feet as she folded her legs. “TOM HURRY THE FUCK UP, ITS ALMOST STARTING!”

the girls mouth was full as she yelled, losing patience with the boy. “IM SORRY, IM COMING!”

minutes later, a shirtless tom holland, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, appeared in their shared living room. the girls eyes grew big, his doing the same as he took in her taboo and exposed form.

“what- tom! you haven’t even gotten dressed yet?!”

“well, neither have you, apparently! plus, this is pretty comfortable, is it not?”

“tom-“ she warned.

“i got it, i got it..” his bare feet slapped against the hardwood floors as he quickly ran into their bedroom and retrieved his clothes. he came back out wearing a black t shirt and a pair of light blue sweatpants.

“KIMMEL IS STARTING!” she pointed at the tv and looked over to see tom bounce down onto the couch next to her, sprawling his legs out like she had done earlier.

“baby, that’s just the intro, i’m not there yet.” she peered over at him.

“who said i’m watching this for you?” he turned his head and made a sarcastic face.

“yeah, sure..” he mocked.

“WAIT, i need my blanket! go, get it, i don’t want to miss this!”

“y/n, it hasn’t even started yet-“

“now tom!”

“but what if i miss it!”

“you were there, you already know what happens-“ you lightly shoved his clothed knee and he sprung to his feet, so fast that tessa jolted up and ran after him.

“tessa! calm down!” the dog didn’t listen and continued following her dad, panting the whole way back.

once they were settled, jimmy announced his upcoming guests before a quick commercial break.

“quick, my ass..” she muttered.

tom stifled a chuckle. “why are you so bent up about this? you’ve seen my interviews before!”

“yeah, but i’ve never been able to actually watch one with you! it’s like… an entirely different experience!”

he didn’t believe her. “are you sure that’s the real reason? or is it because you just want me to give you secret info on the film, because love, you know i can’t do that, not after last time.”

she placed a hand on her chest playfully, “tom! i would never, how could you think of me like that?! as if i would ever do such a thing!”

“mmhmm..”

the commercials came to an end and y/n looked up to see jimmy start announcing the cast.

“shit, oh my god, it’s happening.”

“shhh, calm down!” tom laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder, his other arm sprawled out behind the frame of the sofa.

“how can i keep calm!? my fucking BOYFRIEND is about to be on tv! you know how many people can say that they are dating spider-man? like, no one!” her knee was bouncing and she couldn’t contain the excitement. watching someone on television while sitting in the same room with them was a rush she had never felt before.

she was loud as hell inside.

“please welcome, tom hol-“

“WHOOOOO, YEAH!!” she started clapping dramatically and stood up for a quick second, her eyes glued to the tv as she watched her boyfriend appear, while her actual boyfriend sat there laughing at her excitement.

they did a stupid elevator bit, before him and everyone else walked up to their chairs.

“really, tom?” his dark eyes flickered to hers. “what?! i thought you would like it, it’s funny!” she rolled her eyes and smiled, thinking to herself: my boyfriend is a dork, even on national television.

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“oh my god, you all look so good.”

“i know, right?”

“look at jake!”

“yeah-“

“look at zendaya!”

“i know-“

“OH MY GOD LOOK A-“

“OKAY Y/N, i get it, everyone but me is attractive, thanks. you’ve made it pretty clear.” he frowned as you gushed over how good his coworkers looked.

“yes, tom! i think you look awful, that’s why i’ve been dating you for the past four years, because i think you are ugly.”

he looked at his girlfriend, uncertainty in his eyes.

���oh, come on, i’m joking! you’re beautiful, come here.” she grabbed the side of his head and pulled him over so his head was laying on her chest. she began to play with his hair while watching.

“so the trailer came out, the trailer got like 135 million views within the first hour-“

“yeah it did!” she exclaimed, her fingers busy in his hair.

“see, i didn’t know that then.” he muttered, his brows furrowing together as tessa looked up at him from y/n’s lap.

“well it’s no secret, i’m not very good at instagram.”

y/n bursted out laughing. it wasn’t even that funny, but all of her emotions where heightened in this moment.

“oh god, i know where this is going.. this is the zendaya story isn’t it?” you smirk down at him and he lifts his head to nod at you.

“i knew it..”

“i basically.. forgot to post the trailer.”

“that’s bad.”

“yes jimmy, yes it is.” she couldn’t contain the snickers leaving her mouth and tom protested against it.

“listen, it’s difficult for some people, okay!”

“mmhmm, whatever you say baby.” she remembers distinctly, waking up and asking her boyfriend why he never posted the trailer, which caused him to wind up into a frenzy and immediately contact zendaya for assistance.

“well, you wouldn’t tell me how to!”

“tom, you’re a grown man! you should be able to figure that out yourself, peter parker.” she leaned over and kissed his cheek, his arm wrapped around her.

“so you’re IT for the team?”

“yeah, y/n, making poor zendaya the it for the team-“

“oh, shush, it was funny as fuck. but not as funny as the time you spoi-“

he placed his finger on her lips to quiet her, “oh, stop it!” she giggled in response.

she watched as zendaya recalled the moment she had to screen record how to delete an instagram story for him, which was another thing y/n refused to help him with. sure, she loves him and all, but watching the panic on his face as he realizes that he messed up, always cracked her up. especially since he brags about how ‘tech savvy’ he is for his age.

“it’s not my fault you’re a grampa!”

“yeah, we’ll, you’re dating a grampa!”

“true, i am.”

her hands reached towards her blanket as she put her popcorn bowl down and laid the covering over her and her boyfriend. the grey weighted blanket matching the couch perfectly.

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“okay, wait…why are you guys still in highschool?!” y/n had paused the program to engage in a very serious and heated discussion about the aftermath of endgame which led up to the beginning of his new movie, far from home, which had yet to come out.

“i mean.. it’s five years! i’m so confused.” tom sighed, placing his hands on his knees, he sat up straight. “like i said in the interview, y/n, i don’t know.”

“well… ask the russo brothers! i mean, jacob is right, that’s a huge plothole!”

toms eyes sparkled as he looked at his lover trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“i… i don’t even know what to say right now. my whole life is a lie!”

“okay, let’s not get too dramatic here-“

“NO, tom! as an avengers fanatic, i need to know!” she gripped the hem of his shirt and tugged, his body jolting forwards.

“tell me!” she shook him as he laughed and tessa barked.

“i don’t know, baby!” she frowned slightly and looked at her boyfriends amused face.

“i’m dating spider-man, you’d think i’d get the inside scoop.” she rolled her eyes and placed her legs back up on the cushions. tom leaned over and looked her up and down, flickering from her bare chest and her eyes. he leaned into her neck and started planting kisses. “i’m sorry, i will be sure to ask someone at marvel for you.” she smiled sweetly before thanking him.

“has everyone seen avengers: endgame?”

the girl rose to her feet, the blanket stuck to her bare legs. “yes, jimmy, i have! i saw my boyfriend get dusted right before my fucking eyes!”

tom remembered the first time he watched the film with her. it was hard for him to keep it under wraps and while he did end up telling her some spoilers, he kept out the whole ‘death by thanos’ part.

“okay, calm down little one.” he reached his arm out to pull her down, back to the couch.

“tom, baby, i know you like.. could get in trouble for it but-“

“y/n… not this conversation again.” he put his hand up to his forehead, two fingers on the bridge of his nose. she knew that if she prodded and poked in all the right spots, that her boyfriend would give in. that it just took a little push for him to confess all the dirty details of his new blockbuster.

“come on! i am begging, tom- i have so many questions, can you blame me? i mean… mysterio, like.. what’s that guy all about?! he’s a villian right?”

“well…”

“a hero?”

“definitely not.”

“antihero?”

“not exactly-“

“UGH, tom! you are killing me here.” she whined, putting her hands on his chest as the paused tv shined upon his features. “please give me something… anything.” she trailed her fingers down his chest, tauntingly.

“anything?” he smirked at her.

“yup. like… maybe just exactly what jakes character is? i mean, i remember him telling us at dinner that time, but that was barely enough, i mean.. there’s gotta be more right?”

“go on.”

“and mj, i mean.. is peter finally going to ask her out? baby, so many questions, i just have so many.”

“well… i guess i could tell you one thing..” he tempted her. her lips twitched upwards as she pressed her forehead against his.

“mmhmm?”

“i could tell you that… the ending of the movie?”

“yeah..”

“is fucking fantastic. really, it’s brilliant babes.”

“because?”

“you will just have to see-“ he was cut off by his girlfriend hitting him in the face with a pillow.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE TOM-“

“quiet down! you are going to get tessa all going..”

“sorry…”

a moment of silence passed as tom squealed, “for fucks sake tom!” in his best high pitched, y/n impression possible.

“shut up!”

the two laughed before she clicked play.

“you look so good here, tom. it’s so weird like- i’m sitting next to you-“ she pointed at tom, “but, there you are on tv!”

“you are just realizing this?”

“well, it’s like inception!”

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“i was told, it was a wedding!”

her chest boiled with anger as she quickly hit pause. “NO BECAUSE, fuck you for that! i remember being all excited, thinking tony and pepper were gonna have a beautiful wedding, only to see hes fucking DEAD.”

tom couldn’t hold in his laughs. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know!”

“well it’s pretty obvious, tom! everyone’s sad and in black, baby, you really are an airhead.”

“hey-“ she cut him off with a kiss to his lips.

the two cuddled up while watching the interview, small laughs leaving their bodies.

“like, zendaya! when did you find out how endgame ended?”

“oh, i remember. me, jacob, and zendaya were all in a facetime call freaking the fuck out, while my boyfriend over here, was chilling like nothing was wrong.”

“you guys were in a facetime call?” he questioned.

“yes! i was heartbroken and i had gotten a call from z who was clearly also upset!”

“well, he’s fine clearly! i mean, i wouldn’t be in far from home if peter was dead, right?”

she looked up at him, his heartbeat still lingering on her skin. “so you can tell me that you are still alive, but you can’t tell me about jake gyllenhaals character?”

“well, it’s a given! obviously peter is alive!”

y/n groaned, her head now resting on his chest.

“dating a superhero is difficult.”

“aww, poor darling, i’m sure it is.” he peppered kisses along her forehead.

“hey! you ate all of the popcorn?!” tom was flabbergasted, his voice heightening a few octaves.

“yep, and what about it?” her tone dripping in sass.

“i wanted some, for one!”

“too bad, maybe if you would spill the deets on far from home, you’d get some of my popcorn. hell, tom, if you confess right now, i’ll make you a whole bowl!”

“no.”

“well it was worth a try!”

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“i can’t believe it’s over.” the house was completely silent, the only thing audible being tessa’s light snores.

“i’m gonna miss that guy..”

“baby, i’m right here.” he placed his hand at the small of her back, looking at her lovingly.

“i’m talking about mysterio.”

“oh, yeah, great!” she giggled at his response. “he’s just so hot, tom! way hotter than peter-“

“yeah, maybe if you think manipulation is hot!”

her mouth fell agape at his words.

“what?” he said, oblivious to the screw up he just made. she smiled widely at him as he slowly was hit with realization.

“oh, fucking damn it!”

[diary-of-deadweight]

Masterlist.

Fic Idea by @leximills666

“Anything new?” You asked, sitting yourself in the spare chair between Darcy and Jimmy, who handed you your cup of caffeine. “If you consider Pietro teaching the twins how to stream snacks from the kitchen then no.” Jimmy spoke up, his eyes glued intently to the television for any missable details that could play in your favour. “But Jimmy did almost spill coffee onto Director Hayward.” Darcy shoots the mortified male a amused look as you slapped a hand onto his shoulder, trying so hard not to burst out laughing at the mental image that gave you an good amount of serotonin, “I’d pay good money to see you actually do it, serves him right for calling my friend a terroist.”

It was common knowledge that you and the Maximoff twins were close friends after their introduction to the Avengers as you were gaining some semblance of understanding of your teleportation powers and it’s limitations before trauma bonding with the pair over being Hydras successful lab rats. So when Hayward slagged off Wanda it took Darcy, Monica and Jimmy to hold you back from ending his whole career John Wick style. The bastard got real lucky but you couldn’t promise that the next time was going to have him leave a briefing room without a few bruises and even bruised ego. Fuelled by the frustration of recent events that left you feeling helpless as you were forced to watch the sitcom shenanigans Wanda and her dead yet somehow not dead husband and her adorable twins get into that only made it feel like a horror after they end, leaving you with more questions then answers that weighed on your darkening eyebags and breaking every last ounce of paitience you once thought you had along with the sleepless nights of theorising that went nowhere without someone bringing up a flaw made keeping your powers in check a little more difficult that you’d scare Jimmy, Darcy and Monica on a plethora of occasions.

You just wanted to get them out and be done with Hayward’s suspicious ass. I mean it was clear as fuck that vision was in bits and pieces in the video servalence footage. What was he doing with him? Why did he wait this long to show everyone something that would’ve benefited the opertation from the beginning? THAT was suspicious behaviour and yet no one was gonna question it?! Gotta love corruption I guess. “Anything new Dr Lewis?” Speaking of corruption, here it was in human form standing behind you there with his ‘stick up his ass’ attitude; it really pissed you off that you’d love nothing more then to slam your fist into him punchable bitch face until it’s unreagnisable. Sensing your hatred and thirst for violence, Jimmy places a hand on your shoulder and gave you a stern look that read ‘no...not yet at least.’ Sighing you gave him a passable smile before talking a long sip of coffee, making sure to slurp annoyingly loud as possible when Hayward looked at you unamused that you couldn’t help retaliating with a tight lipped smile and the middle finger. Darcy had to cover her mouth from bursting out in hysterics while Jimmy sighed like a disappointed parent but you knew he was trying to hold it together internally as Darcy was. “Nothing worth reporting back on sir.”

Hayward didn’t say anything other then let out a grunt then making his way out of the room not without a snarky comment from you of course, “don’t let the door hit you on the way out directior” to which he replied with as swiftly “appreciate the concern (l/n).” Making sure he was out of sight Darcy burst out laughing so hard she had to lean against you for support while Jimmy allowed himself to chuckle a little had your chest warming up, erasing any forms of pent up frustration like magic. Spending time with these beautiful bastards were what made the sleepless nights worth it in your opinion, knowing that you weren’t alone in wanting to help Wanda instead of harm. “What’re they laughing at?” Monica asked, a dazzling smile adorned her face as she nursed her own coffee between her hands; You shrugged nonchalantly looking back at her with fake innocence that told her more then she needed to know. “The sleep deprivation must’ve caught up to them.”

“Shut up!” The dark haired woman nudged you in the side, almost spilling your coffee in the process, “(y/n) threw some serious sass at Hayward earlier, should’ve been there Monica it was hysterical.” Monica only laughed in response as she patted you on the back, proud that she wasn’t the only one sick of Hayward’s shit, “I guess I should’ve. Would make a great memeory to share in the future” she sat in the chair next to Darcy turning her attention to the screen where Pietro was attempting to be slick and nab a snack while Wanda was cutting onions unflinchingly, only to slip and land flat on his back scaring Wanda as the unseen audicene laughed. Stupid and as cheesy as it was it didn’t fail to make you crack a smile while reminiscing of a similar memory that stuck out like a sore thumb. You and Pietro thought it be a great idea to compete against one another in order to see who’d get to the kitchen first, spoiler: he won by a narrow margin, that still had you calling him a cheat to this day, and decided to hide from you behind the counter like the little shit that he was. Long story short you entered the kitchen thinking you won, he jumps out scaring you so badly that you end up teleporting ontop of him.

“Hey (y/n).” Darcy’s voice brought you back from your thoughts and to reality. The thought of teleporting in there and getting your friends out has been a recurring one though your required to feel someone’s energy signature and with how well getting inside visuals went the likelihood of you sensing Pietro or Wanda for that case wasn’t going to be a piece of cake if it was you’d already have done it by now. “Yes Dr Lewis?” “Think you could-“ teleport inside? Trust me I’ve thought the same thing but the barrier is a major issue standing in my way of actually getting inside and out without trouble.” Despite all odds that didn’t stop you from wanting to give it a try if it meant trapping yourself also you wouldn’t hesitate to do it in a heartbeat. So it took your friends aback when you abruptly stood up from your chair, shoving your coffee into Jimmy’s hands and made a mad dash out of the room and down the corridor unapologetically shoving everyone aside with Monica and Darcy in hot pursuit while poor Jimmy placed your coffee down by your chair and bolted in hopes of catching up but when he did you were already teleported into the barrier that was dragging you into Westview before their eyes.

“(Y/n)!!!!” Monica yelled as she ran towards you, hand outstretched to pull you back but only grasped air when you disappeared form sight, she was so close to saving you but was too late non the less. Darcy and Jimmy shared a look as they came to her side as the feeling of helplessness became more evident within them. “Come on Monica, we can probably catch them on the television.” She said solemnly as they walked back to base.

-meanwhile in Westview-

Scared and confused you found yourself wandering aimlessly down the streets in your new attire of plaid shirt, leather jacket, high waisted trousers, converse and a locket that help a picture of you, Pietro and Wanda inside before finding yourself on your ass looking up at a silver haired male in a black leather jacket, Hawaiian shirt, jeans and worn down sneakers.

“What the-,” his chocolate eyes widened as they landed on your face, “(y/n)?! Is that you?!” His voice was just as you remembered it you smirked, outstreching a hand in a silent jesture to be helped up, “you think I’d let you wander too far?” He chuckled, hauling you off the floor and into his arms, face buried into his neck savouring the brunt sugar smell you’ve missed so much. “I should’ve guessed you’d be several steps behind.” He whispered into your hair, placing a kiss there, immediately comforting you before pulling away to drag you down the street without explanation towards a familiar house that belonged to the auburn haired female who was currently cleaning up after her kids when she saw Pietro, giving him that parental stare. “You’re a bad influence on my kids Pietro, you’re lucky to be my brother or I would’ve blasted across town by now.”

‘Well that ain’t foreboding at all.’ You thought to yourself as you took in the fact that you were finally reunited with the people who meant the most to you, you couldn’t remember when you got here nor how other then the fact that you wanted to visit Pietro and Wanda and that you could teleport. “If it’s any constellation, look who finally decided to pay us a visit.” The silver haired male stepped aside to reveal you in all your unsure glory as Wanda’s eyes widened like they did with Pietro but she didn’t any waste time in running towards you and holding your face in her hands, tears lining her eyes and you couldn’t help but lean into her warmth. “(Y/n)?” She whispered softly. “Hi Wanda, sorry I’m late.” You said as Pietro held both of you close to his chest protectively while Wanda laughed weakly her hand dropping you grasp yours tightly, “all is forgiven now that we’re together...as we should be.” Her eyes flashed red for a split second.

“Yeah, together at last.”

[babbushka]

Some of those prompts are so funny! Can you please write this one for Flip or a Kylo AU? It’s hilarious!

“I may be loves bitch but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”

A/N: This silly little something is completely inspired by chatting with my dear friend @safarigirlsp !

2k, Flip chugging his respect women juice aka being his wife's #1 fan (he's a lil confused but he's got the spirit) cw: lowkey 1970s misogyny

Flip’s about ready to bang his head on the fucking desk in front of him from frustration, when he hears it. Those magic words that somehow get him through the day, each and every day, when the hours drone on and on and on at the station, when he feels like he’s been there for six years instead of only six hours.

In the habit that he and Ron have built up ever since being desk neighbors in the narcotics unit’s special glass office, Ron has finally come around and saved him from sudden death by boredom, by slapping a hand on Flip’s shoulder and happily announcing, “Present for you in the lobby.”

“Shit it’s already lunch?” Perking up at once, Flip shoves himself away from his desk, sparing a glance to his watch and seeing that it was in fact noon. He doesn’t even bother to push his chair in as he weaves through the other desks in the office on his way to the door, stopping himself before practically bolting to ask, “Thanks Ron, you stickin’ around? She said she was bringing stuff over for us.”

Ron only nods, knowing that Flip wants to get to you as quickly as possible, and so he spares him the conversation so that the detective can do just that.

You’re beautiful, as you always are, in the lobby of the CSPD. Currently chatting away with one of the secretaries at the front desk, you’re dressed in that new outfit Flip likes so much, your hair done up all pretty and fashionable. Instantly, his day is made better just by your being here -- something that he’s grateful for, because his day had been pretty fucking trying up until this point.

“Hi honey!” You catch sight of him, face lighting up, and Flip can’t resist a smile when you’re so happy to see him like this.

His cowboy boots take him across the lobby and into your arms, and he’s immediately taking the weight of the basket that you’re carrying out of your hands, placing it gently on the floor so he can squeeze you tight with a hug and a kiss.

“Hey ketsl, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He pats your ass lovingly, before picking up the basket and leading you through the lobby back towards the rec room.

“Right back at you handsome, I hope you’re hungry, I brought you the biggest roast beef sandwich I could possibly make.” You wink at him, and like clockwork, his stomach growls, making him chuckle a little.

“You’re a fuckin’ miracle and a half, I’m starvin’ -- ”

Suddenly, you stop with a frown, looking through the little window of the door to the conference room as you pass by it.

“What’s going on in there?” You ask, pointing your thumb in the room’s direction, and Flip doesn’t know what you mean.

“Huh?”

“Is there a meeting that you’re missing?” You ask, and Flip frowns then, because he doesn’t think so anyway.

But save for Jimmy and Ron, it looks like the entire narcotics unit is crammed into the conference room, along with a handful of rookie cops, homicide detectives, janitors, and even some of the press. They’re all watching someone draw a big graph on the black board, the unmistakable sound of chalk squeaking punctuating the speaker’s passionate presentation.

“No, Chief would’ve said something...oh for fuck’s sake.” It takes Flip two seconds to recognize what’s on the chart, and immediately he’s shaking his head.

It’s a line graph, the Hot-Crazy Matrix, this new thing that’s got all the men in the country thinking they know everything about women. The gist is the hotter a woman is, the crazier she gets, and everything about it rubs Flip the wrong fuckin’ way, especially when he presses his ear against the door and listens in on what they’re actually saying.

“...If you find yourself in the Fun Zone, your main goal is to move out of the Fun Zone to a more permanent location.” “Now above the ‘crazy’ line, we have the Danger Zone. This is your redheads, your strippers, uh, anyone named Tiffany -- ”

“Hairdressers!” One of the men from the back of the room shouts.

“Yes, hairdressers, this is where your car gets keyed, your tires get slashed, and you wind up in jail. At this point you have to understand that this is not a static environment. This is a situation where you have got to use this matrix over time to develop some relatable data. At any moment in time, any woman that you have previously located on this chart can vanish, and reappear anywhere else on the chart.”

“Let me break this up really quick -- ” Flip reaches for the door with a dark scowl on his face, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“No.” You look at him with wide, playful eyes, “No I think we should sit in on it, see what they say. Cause a little trouble.”

Flip loves the way you think, and with a sigh, he makes sure you stay behind him as you both slip through the door, unnoticed with how quiet you are. All eyes are on the blackboard as the speaker -- a greasy looking beat cop -- draws a line on the chart.

“Now, above an eight ‘hot’ and between a seven and a five ‘crazy’, this is your Wife Zone. When you meet this girl, you should consider a long term relationship. And if you find a woman who is below a five crazy, and above an eight hot, this is your Unicorn. We call them that because they do not exist. If you happen to find one, please uh let us know, we’d like to study it and try if we can, to replicate it.”

There’s a round of laughter from the crowd, and Flip can feel your hand tense in his own. He’s practically unable to hold himself back, when the cop finally sets down the chalk, dusts off his hands, and regards the room as someone else turns the lights back on.

“Anyone have any questions?” The cop asks, and Flip’s clearing his throat before he knows what he’s even doing.

“Yeah, hi.” Drawing all attention to him, Flip puts his hands on his hips, towers tall above all the other men in the room by at least three inches, and deadpans, “Have any of you actually spoken to a woman before? I mean, for longer than the two minutes it takes for them to reject you.”

That’s clearly not what the men in front of him were expecting, because they just blink, slackjawed like the morons they are.

“What?” The speaker asks, caught off guard.

Flip sighs, lights up a cigarette and crosses his arms over his chest, puffing out a big intimidating cloud of smoke.

“Show of hands, who here is married?” He waits, and predictably, no one comes forward. He knows this, because he knows all the married couples at the station. You make it a point to know them, anyway. “Okay then, well, who here has a girlfriend? Who here has ever had a girlfriend?”

Still no hands, and maybe Flip shouldn’t be surprised, the kind of men that believe this shit are the kind of men that either wind up alone or abusing poor women that they can manipulate into staying with them, and Flip doesn’t have the time or energy for it much longer.

“Interesting.” He muses, having made his point while the room murmurs amongst themselves.

One particularly stupid cop makes the mistake of trying to be a tough guy, some pipsqueak five-foot-four wannabe wrestler speaks up from near the front of the room, “We don’t need your condescending bullshit, okay, Zimmerman -- ”

“And women don’t need your bullshit charts splitting them into categories of fuckable or not, and yet here you are.” Flip cuts him off, and you feel a sense of pride blooming in your chest. Flip is a good boy, it’s why you married him after all.

“You’re only saying that because your wife is standing right next to you.” The cop tries to push his buttons, and maybe it’s because Flip hasn’t eaten yet, but anger itches up his spine, and soon the crowd is parting like the Red Sea, for Flip who is gunning straight for him.

“Oh yeah? How’d you think I got my wife you piece of shit? Because I promise it wasn’t by treating her like some shiny object to win.” Flip grabs the cop by the front of his uniform, and hoists him clean off the floor so that he can pull him up to eye level.

“Well then maybe you got lucky and married the only woman in Colorado Springs who isn’t a huge bitch.” The cop doesn’t know when to quit, does he?

“That’s not fucking true, my wife is a bitch and I love her for it.” Flip’s temper flares, and he’s about to raise his fist to punch this guy in the face, when he hears your voice from across the conference room where you’ve been watching with an amused smile.

“Flip, come on let’s go eat, lunch is getting cold.” You say, even though technically the sub sandwiches were supposed to be cold anyway. They don’t need to know that though.

Flip drops the schmuck, lets him fall to the floor with a thud, and walks towards your outstretched hand. Apparently that’s funny to the guy, because he slaps his knee and scoffs with a dry laugh.

“See? You’ve gone soft from love. Maybe we’re better off without it.” He tries to get the other guys to chime in, but they at least know what’s good for them, and instead just scratch the back of their necks, averting Flip’s gaze.

“I may be love’s bitch but at least I’m man enough to admit it.” Flip places his hand in yours, and you give his palm a tight reassuring squeeze. Looking down at you sweetly, he flicks the ash of his cigarette onto the floor and holds the door open for you leaving the conference room with a patronizing, “And at least I have a damn good woman to come home to. You losers enjoy your pity party.”

Finally in the rec room, you and Flip relax with Ron and Jimmy, your CSPD boys enjoying the big sub sandwiches you made and brought over. The little excursion in the conference room ate up only about fifteen minutes of Flip’s lunch hour, something that you and your husband are happy about. He’d be pissed off if he wasted any more time than that.

Everyone enjoyed the sandwiches and bottles of pop, most especially your Flip, who happily sat you down on his lap and wound his arms around you, feeling extra possessive.

“Out of curiosity, where in that chart would you put me?” You ask Flip, expecting him to take a couple moments to mentally weigh his options.

To your unamused surprise, Flip, Ron, and Jimmy all unanimously answer just about as soon as you’ve finished asking the damn question, not one of them even bothering to swallow their sandwich first before replying, “Danger Zone.”

“Hey!” You smack Flip’s chest with a scoff, and Ron and Jimmy immediately break out into laughter.

“You asked.” Jimmy points out with a shrug, just lucky that he’s out of your reach, lest he get smacked too. Ron also dips out of the way, but it’s only a moment later that Flip’s got his hold on you tighter, preventing you from swatting at your friends.

Flip holds you and kisses all over your cheek, his goatee tickling you as he presses his face against yours, nuzzling his nose against yours sweetly even though he’s basically just called you crazy.

“I married you anyway, didn’t I?” Flip’s big brown eyes try to sweeten the deal, and as much as you want to give him a hard time for being such a dork, you have to admit that it works.

“Thin ice, Zimmerman, thin ice.” You shake your head playfully, relaxing into Flip’s embrace a little as he settles you properly onto his lap again from where you were a wiggle worm, squirming away.

“You love me.” Flip smiles.

And despite it all you have to roll your eyes and grin because, “Yeah, I really do.”

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Okay, loves, so here is a teaser from one of my upcoming series! It’s going to be pretty dark and intense! I have it mostly outlined, and the first chapter should be up soon! Lemme know what y’all think? :P

The ever changing lights remind you of so many things ; neon flooding in like an old school lava lamp, a car turning into a dimly lit driveway, shining through the blinds. But that’s how it is in the confines of Andy Dolan’s lavish bedroom. Your mind is racing, folding in on everything but the pleasure he’s trying his best to give you. His firmly muscular hips are slick with sweat against your ass, his fingers holding your cunt open for his own personal show. You’re not paying attention enough for his liking, however, as his wet hand smears your own arousal on your chin in a bringing tilt he gives your jaw, your mouths finally meeting.

He’s panting jagged and broken growls, eyes wide and lost around the glossy midnight sky that is his pupils. His curls tickle your temple, stubble scratching a prickling brush along your neck. “M’ not fucking you good enough, baby doll?”

That damn stupid nickname. You want to bite back, but it falls short when he squeezes your throat, roughly dragging your pelvis into his next violent thrust.

“Fuck!” You give a wet cry, arm out stretching and hand attaching to his headboard for leverage.

“Yeah, that’s right. You always want it rougher, don’t you?” Andy purposely sucks a mark into the back of your neck. He beats you to the hurtling punch. “He won’t see it. He never takes you like I do. Admit it. You miss what the rough sex is like with someone who isn’t afraid to give it to you.”

You can’t respond to that. What can you say? Any answer will further your guilt. Jim has changed for the better. He’s been clean for years now, and that softened him. But part of you misses how rough he used to be when he was high. It’s like he’s afraid he’ll break you.

“Stop thinking so much. It’s not good for your mental health.” You can hear the smirk in his drawn out tone, trying to remain patient in his broken pronunciation of a sentence.

You nod silently, reaching for his hand, only to get that familiar rebuff. He has his rules, you have yours.

“You know that if you’re not trying to bring my fingers into one of your pathetic holes then you don’t touch them, baby. This isn’t some love fest. We don’t don’t kiss, and we don’t fucking lace our fingers together.”

Too much talking now. He’s right. The intimacy isn’t meant for this situation, and it’s starting to scare you that you’re craving it with Andy. He sighs, moving from your cunt to gently jerk himself hard again.

“Just save your energy for screaming my name, lover.” His pearly white teeth sink into your shoulder as he presses back into you, that delicious wet tightness a serene seal.

You are hyper focused on your lover now, not even your vibrating phone catching your attention. You hear a snarky chuckle, Andy’s hand bringing your cell to your attention. It swoops in and shreds your insides, stapling them to your rib cage. His beautiful face lights up the darkness of the room, his name at the top.

Jimmy

Andy keeps moving, doesn’t stop his languid pumps. “Well, aren’t you gonna answer your husband?”

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[b0rista]

— 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆

summary: if the storyline of attack on titan was a television show, and all of its characters were only acting.

author's notes: i just used the character's names as their actor/actress names djkfjf. also,, i got this idea from a tiktok and loved it sm 🥺

WARNINGS: language?? mostly comedy/fluffiness.

levi's actually very fucking affectionate and openly kindhearted; it's an out of body experience watching an episode of the show and then looking up an interview with him in it where he's like,, very different

hange and moblit share an instagram page, it's literally just them posting random bullshit as a joke. in a week, it gained half a million followers and was verified by instagram

jean has like, thirty scandals a year and they've debated kicking him off the show and replacing him with somebody else

^ however, he is very loved on set and connie has thRoaT punched a producer in that man's name. somehow, he wasn't immediately fired

[this was a headcanon on the tiktok i saw, i just LOVED it 😭 i didn't think of it!],, even after being written off of the show, marco's a beloved member of the set's camera crew!! so many people cried when he was killed off, he decided to stay 🥺 lowkey didn't have any tech experience doe, but he's so loved they let it slide and taught him everything he needs to know

although they don't ship their characters on the show, connie and sasha are engaged and it just explains their chemistry on set perfectly DJFJ

during that scene where levi impaled reiner with a sword and threw him down the wall, the two of them just couldn't stop laughing and there's a seven minute long blooper reel of JUST that single take

"JUST DIE-"

"I CAN'TDHJD-"

armin and eren share a trailer, and it's decked out from head to toe in mikasa merch as a jOke

whenever there's a major character death, people CRY

when erwin's character was killed off, hange literally burst into tears because not only was erwin written off during that arc, but moblit, too

ymir's instagram page only has a single post, and it's a really grainy selfie of her and historia kissing from like 2015

^ the fans have speculated ever since— ARE THEY IN LOVE???!;!;$

out of everyone on that show, jean is thirsted for the most

"have i ever had sex with a fan? wouldn't yOu??"

there's minor beef between levi and eren,, lowkey they don't like eachother and they're ALWAYS put side by side during press tours

bertholdt's literally the king of crashing scenes

he doesn't even have to be in them, he runs out onto set and does something stupid to make everyone lose their sHit laughing

marco had the biggest fucking crush on mikasa during the first season and he is bRutally honest about it

shawty didn't like him like that doe 😔✋

erwin is also a part time musician,, during the end of each and every season, they all get together and he plays a song for them all on his guitar 🥺 it's an annual thing, and it's very sentimental

hange is the PARENT of everyone on that set, they literally do nothing wrong ever

they, however, called jimmy fallon out once on his fake ass laughter JDJF

the video went viral, they regret absolutely nothing

the blooper reel is,, way too long

there's a blooper of connie and sasha pausing mid scene and just making out in front of the camera, it was funny

again, though, they are RELIGIOUSLY dedicated to keeping their characters' relationship platonic

mikasa and levi are best friends and they have their own podcast, it's just really philosophical LMAO

weirdly enough, ymir and jean are like, very close and they mess around a lot during press tours and whatnot

bertholdt and reiner joke about their characters getting married 😭

"yeah, they would definitely have children."

"but i'm dead."

"dude-"

floch is like, the nicest man to walk the earth and openly despises his character ✋

once marlo was written off and hitch wasn't given as much screentime, the two started a totally different sitcom and they star in it as a married couple 😭 it isn't really popular, but they're best friends and they have a hay day with it

some big, hotshot celebrity was nearly casted to play historia's part, but they fell in LOVE with her the moment she auditioned and they literally blew off an actress that could have made them so much more money in the long run

^ they regret nothing, historia was perfect for the part!! :)

[tatestripedsweater]

Perfect Pair

Plot: After doing odd jobs around town to save up for a home, Jimmy finds out from a friend who caught you sneaking back into camp.

Domestic Male Reader x Jimmy?? Maybe saving up enough money and buying a little house and wanting to ask him to move in with them but being too nervous (until someone from the camp says something maybe n thats how jimmy finds out?) - Requested by @darlingkitt

Wordcount: 1,890

Warning: Discrimination (‘Freaks’), Mentions of Homophobia (Not much)

AHS Taglist: @tatesimper @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess @darlingkitt @mrs-march-ahs @kitwalker02 @satanscomplex @mossybank @cleanup-aisle5 - Let me know if you want to be added!

A/N: The plot is slightly different but I still hope you like it!

The mud under your fingernails was worth it, had to keep repeating the words ‘do it for Jimmy’ in your head. The money wasn’t great for these small little garden jobs, and people often gave you dirty looks due to you being associated with the Freak Show. But it had to be done, for Jimmy.

You knew how badly he wanted to leave the show, to have some sort of normality in his life. He worked so hard and for people to shit all over him, to treat him like crap annoyed you to high heaven.

“You nearly done?” The voice of the male homeowner could be heard from behind you, his stare burning into the back of your head. Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you went to speak but soon got interrupted by the same man. “Look at me when you speak freak.”

Biting your tongue to stop yourself from saying something insulting, you stood up from the grass floor to look at him. Mud smudged on your jeans and white vest, sweat forming on your vest from being out in the sun most of the day.

“You know what, screw this.” You threw the garden tools and climbed over the wooden wall, ignoring the profanities and shouting coming from the ignorant male who had you working for him. Part of you felt bad since you knew you needed the money, but there was only so much a person could take.

The sign across the street caught your attention, it almost bringing you to tears. There was a picture of a family: A male and a female along with a small child. ‘Perfect Homes for Perfect Families’ was the slogan. The fact you and Jimmy could never have a family with one another broke your heart. Two males in a romantic and or sexual relationship was known as taboo, something to hide.

The two of you had met when your car had broken down in the middle of nowhere, he was sat on his bike when he found you kicking the wheels of your ride.

“Hey, don’t take it out on the car bud.” Jimmy chuckled as he walked over to you, your car wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon so by the looks of it neither were you. “Let’s have a look under the hood.”

The both of you coughed as soon as he opened the hood of your car, smoke engulfing you both. You along with Jimmy had to step away from the car, it was obvious you weren’t a car person or mechanic. Anyone would’ve noticed the smoke but not you.

“I’m surprised it hasn’t caught on fire yet.” Once the coughing had subsided you looked over at Jimmy as he spoke. You took in his appearance and couldn’t help but feel yourself go bashful; he was beautiful.

“Guess I’m one of the lucky ones” Shrugging at his comment since that is all you could think of saying in the moment. Not many people knew about your sexuality, in fact the only person that knew was yourself. “I’m Y/N.” You noticed the hesitation as you held out your hands, your eyes soon meeting his gloved ones.

“Jimmy, Jimmy Darlin’.” He shook your hand and the leather against your skin forced you to bite your bottom lip, it was still warm. Probably from the engine of Jimmy’s motorcycle.

He had noticed your lip bite but decided against it on bringing it up, Jimmy could tell you were attracted to him, but he wasn’t going to shame you for it. He had been shamed enough for being different.

“Lovely to meet you.”

Walking back into camp, you tried to steer clear of anyone so they wouldn’t ask you any questions of your appearance. You often did these jobs at the dead of night or in the early morning as to not raise any suspicion, but that clearly did not work out for you.

‘’Jesus, what happened to you?’’ Of course, Eve was awake so early in the morning. There would be no way you’d be able to hide from her what you were doing, she was a very observant person. Raising her eyebrow as if to wait for a response, you sighed heavily before speaking.

‘’I’m saving up money, been doing these stupid jobs for assholes.’’ Your voice was quiet, but it was enough for her to hear, she knew how much both you and Jimmy wanted out of the show, so she wasn’t that surprised when you told her this. ‘’I found this house, it’s lovely but it's expensive’’.

‘’Have you told Jimmy?’’ The silence was enough of an answer for Eve. Of course, you have not. He would not like that you were doing jobs like this, especially for something he wanted. ‘’Well, he isn’t going to be happy, remember what happened last time you tried to do this?’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ Jimmy looked at you with a confused expression on his face, he wasn’t used to people doing things for him, so this came as a shock to him. He looked at your appearance, you were covered in mud and some car oil.

‘’I know how much you want to move away from this life. I thought if I did a few jobs around town and earn money it might help.’’ You were expecting him to be happy, so when the frown appeared on Jimmy’s face you felt your heart drop.

‘’No. Stop doing the jobs, you’re going to hurt yourself or end up getting into a fight.’’ He wasn’t wrong. The last time someone had insulted Jimmy, you had punched them square in the face. They deserved it. ‘’We can get through this just stop doing all these jobs, we will figure something out okay?’’

Nodding at Eve, you huffed heavily. You just wanted the best for him, Jimmy deserved all the happiness in the world, but he refused anyone that was willing to give that to him. You debated on if it would be a good idea to walk into the camper van you both shared dressed like this, he would surely figure it out.

“Go on by the lake for a wash, I’ll keep Jimmy busy.’’ Smiling softly, you made your way to the lake with the wet grass under your bare feet. The small campervan that both you and Jimmy shared had a small shower within it, so it was hell trying to wash yourself in there.

Eve had knocked onto the window that was shining through Jimmy’s bedroom as soon as you left, she knew you were doing it for his own good but he had a right to know where you were going and what you were doing. Groaning at the knock on the window, Jimmy tried to shut it out by putting the pillow over his head.

“Go away..” It came out more like a grumble from his lips but it was enough for Eve to hear. With her knocking a lot harder on his window, Jimmy had no choice but to get up from his slumber. “Okay I’m coming, keep your socks on!”

The morning sun heated up Jimmy’s chest as he opened the door, he was only in a pair of boxers so he clearly didn’t care who was on the other side of the door. Eve wasn’t surprised at all with the sight. She had seen worse.

“It’s about Y/N.” The moment that left her lips Jimmy was wide awake. In fact he hasn’t actually seen you all morning, not that he would remember as he had been sound asleep. He was just used to waking up to your presence.

Jimmy had motioned Eve in as he went to go put some clothes on, she couldn’t help but look around the room with a soft smile. There were mundane items around that showed Jimmy didn’t live here alone: Two coffee/tea mugs already set out, your jacket still laying on the chair from the night before, not to mention underwear on the floor as well.

“What about him?” Jimmy asked with a puzzled expression on his face, with him now all dressed and smelling somewhat of the cheap musk cologne he usually wore.

“He’s done it again, doing odd jobs around town.” Jimmy wasn’t at all surprised when she told him, in fact he had a hunch that’s what you were up to again. Jimmy knew you meant well and that you wanted out just as much as him, but he didn’t want you doing all the work. He certainly couldn’t go back to what he used to do. “Y/N is down by the lake.. Take him some fresh clothes, idiot forgot to grab some.”

You were an idiot, but Jimmy’s idiot. Grabbing what you usually wore during hot days like this, he made his way to the lake where you were stood in. You let out a cry when Jimmy threw a bar of soap at you since you had forgotten that aspect as well.

“Ass.” You could only watch your boyfriend undress once you had called him that, he was certainly a god to look at. Even if he didn’t see it himself. “How did you know I was here?”

“Eve..” Of course, you should’ve known the answer already. Jimmy noticed the look on your face as he stepped into the river, his own clothes piled on top of your own. “I’m not mad, I’m not happy. But not mad.”

Before you could even speak, Jimmy kissed you. The both of you knew you’d be safe to show your affections to one another here, it wasn’t like anyone came to these parts anyway. The only people that knew were the members of the camp, they accepted you as their own.

“I need you to promise me when you start new jobs you’ll tell me, okay?” Jimmy needed reassurance that he knew where you were, the last time he didn’t you came home with a black eye and a broken nose. That was only due to a bunch of greasers.

“I promise, but I’m still going to save up until we find the perfect home.” You were stubborn, but of course Jimmy knew that. He wouldn’t have you any other way, just like you wouldn’t have Jimmy any different. “Deal Mr Darling?” You asked in a teasing tone since you knew what that name did to him, especially if you were both alone.

“Deal. Now kiss me before I loose control”

___

“So.. what’d you think?” Looking over at Jimmy, you couldn’t help but smile widely at the home that was now yours. “I mean it has a lovely view, and a spare room for y-our mum.” The both of you had decided to play the brother card, as no one would suspect why you two lived with one another if that’s what you told them.

“It’s perfect.” Jimmy smiled and was careful with what way he touched you, this was due to the man that was showing you around the property. Jimmy had his hands covered with his trademark leather gloves as he went to sign the form. It was really happening.

“It’s all yours!” The man looked at you both with a big smile, which Jimmy and you soon returned. This was the start of something special. You could feel it.

[storiesforallfandoms]

embarrassed ~ jimmy smith jr.;8 mile

word count: 1174

request?: no

description: jimmy is so embarrassed by his living situation that he tries his hardest to make sure his girlfriend never finds out, unfortunately it doesn’t work as he plans

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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Jimmy parked his car and shut off the engine, reminding himself to get up early enough to make sure the car would start so he wasn’t late for work, again. He sighed heavily as he looked at his mom’s trailer, dreading having to go in there. He wished his boss would just him enough shifts so he could get his own place and no longer have to lie to the people in his life about where he lived.

He finally got out of the car and made his way into the trailer. As he unlocked the door, he heard his mother talking inside. He paid no mind to it, thinking she was talking to Greg, only to be shocked to find his girlfriend sat in the living room with his mom and sister.

“Hey baby,” Stephanie said.

Jimmy’s eyes darted between his mother and girlfriend. “Hey, what - uh - are you doing here?”

“I ran into your mom at the grocery store,” (Y/N) explained as she stood to greet Jimmy. “We recognized each other from pictures and she invited me back for something to drink.”

Jimmy wanted nothing more than to snap at his mom, who was well aware that Jimmy hadn’t brought (Y/N) to the trailer yet due to his embarrassment for living there. Sometimes it felt like his mother did things just to ruin his life.

Instead, he shot Stephanie a look that she returned before taking Lily in her arms. “Come on honey, let’s go to bed, it’s late.”

Lily waved to (Y/N) and Jimmy. “Goodnight (Y/N), goodnight Jimmy.”

“Goodnight baby,” Jimmy said, his voice softer when addressing his little sister.

(Y/N) had noticed Jimmy’s tenseness the minute he walked through the door, and once Stephanie had closed the door to her bedroom, she turned to him. “You don’t want me here.”

Jimmy looked at her in shock. “What? No, no that’s not it. I - I am glad you’re here.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “You forget that I know when you’re lying. I get it, you haven’t introduced me to your family at all yet so I shouldn’t really just show up at your house out of nowhere - ”

Jimmy scoffed. “This isn’t a house.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows at she looked at him, then finally realized why he was truly upset. “Wait, Jimmy, are you upset I’m here because you didn’t want me to know this is where you lived?”

Jimmy’s frustration and embarrassment reached its limit when she finally said the words. He was so angry with his mother for bringing (Y/N) to the trailer, he was embarrassed that (Y/N) finally knew the truth about him. He just wanted to disappear and to never be found by anyone.

Not wanting to let either emotion show, Jimmy turned and stormed out of the trailer. He debated on getting into his car and driving away, but he knew that in a moment like this, the piece of shit probably wouldn’t even start, so he walked right past it and continued to walk across the trailer park. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he hoped (Y/N) wouldn’t follow him.

Jimmy, of course, was wrong. (Y/N) cared so greatly for her boyfriend that the moment he opened the door she was right on his tail, chasing him across the trailer park, even willing to chase him if he had left in his car.

“Jimmy!” she huffed after chasing him for some time. “Okay, slow down a minute. I’m not this physically fit to keep chasing you.”

Jimmy finally stopped but refused to turn and look at her. (Y/N) doubled over, her hands on her knees, as she took a minute to catch her breath. When she was no longer breathing so heavily, she managed to speak.

“Why are you running away? And why are you so embarrassed about living in a trailer?”

He finally turned to her, but looked down at the ground in front of him instead, his hands buried in his pockets. “I didn’t want you to know I was living with my mom, or that the two of us lived in a trailer. It’s fucking embarrassing to be a grown ass man living with his mother.”

“Not as embarrassing as being a grown ass woman who only just moved out of her parents place,” (Y/N) reminded him.

Jimmy looked up at her, feeling a little stupid in that moment. He had totally forgotten that (Y/N) had been living with her parents until recently, and was only able to move out after getting two roommates as none of them were able to live by themselves.

“And if you’re embarrassed for living in a trailer, you should also remember that I lived in one,” she continued. “For years. Mom and dad were threatened to be evicted on multiple occasions because they couldn’t make rent in a fucking trailer. It wasn’t until dad found a job in another state that paid well enough that we could afford a small apartment that we moved out. The girls I’m living with now were living with their parents in trailers before moving out together.”

(Y/N) approached Jimmy and cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “Living in a trailer, or with your parents, when you’re not financially stable enough to have a place of your own is not something to be ashamed of, and you know I would never judge you for something like that.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Jimmy sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I just...I don’t want to seem pathetic to you or anything. I love you a lot, and I can see us having a future, but I’ve had bad experiences in the past with ex-girlfriends and even ex-friends who make it a big deal about me living here with my mom. I’ve been made to feel like it’s pathetic, and even before moving in with her I felt like it was embarrassing but I had nowhere else to go.”

“Well, fuck those exes and those ex-friends. I love you, no matter where you live, no matter what you do. I love you for who you are, not the material things you do or don’t have.”

Jimmy smiled and pulled (Y/N) to him for a kiss. He held her tightly, never wanting to let her go. However, the cool Detroit night air was starting to get to both of them, and Jimmy could feel (Y/N) shivering against him.

“Let’s get you back inside so you don’t freeze,” he told her.

“That’d be nice,” (Y/N) said, pulling her jacket closer to her. “It’s cozier in your trailer than it is in my apartment.”

Jimmy smiled as he put an arm around her shoulder. “I guess I do have one thing over you in that aspect.”

(Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him but cuddled into his side as they walked back to the trailer together.

[reignstormz]

✓WORK IT OUT✓

|IMAGINE; PART TWO|

INTRO; Continuation from Part One, I couldn't type the entire imagine on just one smh. Still hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS; Sexual content ahead, still. Read at your own risk.

CAST; Same as the first chapter

MINI PLAYLIST; Beg For It - Chris Brown / Someday Is Tonight - Janet Jackson / Hold On - The Internet / Rather Be - H.E.R. / Finesse - Bryson Tiller.

🦋Tampa, Florida

🦋July 25th, 2021

Ever since then, you and Roman stayed in touch. You got to know each other very well over the past couple of months, and became good friends, close friends to be exact. Roman was like the other half to you that you never thought you needed; You both had a lot in common as well as differences which complimented each other, everytime you were together there was never a dull moment, you could talk for hours to this man about anything and laugh about pure nonsense that only you two could understand. He always gave the best advice whenever you were down, and did whatever he could to make you smile. Roman wasn't just the fine ass guy from the gym that you fawned over back then, he was your best friend, which made it harder to contain your feelings believe it or not.

You loved him, but it wasn't just a friendly love, you were in love. Overtime, you started to realize that he was truly your soul mate all this time. You had an idea of that beforehand, but you always denied it, mainly because you didn't want to rush into things, or get hurt again. As you guys got further into your friendship, you had revealed to him about what you went through, and how crushed you were. There wasn't a day afterwards that Roman wouldn't tell you that you deserved better, someone that would treat you like the queen that you were.

He'd always tell you that you were special, beautiful, and sometimes even got a little touchy with you. There was always a flirtatious vibe that he would give off, and you of course didn't mind. You had a strong feeling that he felt the same way, you knew he did, but you didn't want to say anything. You wanted him to make the first move. However, you were making moves of your own as well.

After your ex finally moved out of your apartment, you wanted to completely turn your life around. You wanted to boss up, and bring out your alter ego for a change. It was time to reach for the lifestyle that you always wanted, and sitting around feeling sorry for yourself wasn't going to do anything. So, you went out and did just that. First, you searched a new job. Even though you loved your current one, you strived for something bigger, and a better salary. You searched, and searched, you honestly thought that there was going to be no luck until you came across something that captured your interest.

It was an assistant job at a business company named 'Roman Empire Enterprises' and though it had a nice ring to it, it also reminded you of Roman. Anything reminded you of him, due to how head over heels you were. So, you decided to take a leap of faith and apply. You were interviewed by an older, white man named Paul Heyman, and he had informed you about every little detail this business had. He talked about how this was a family ran business, and how he's worked with them for generations. You noticed that, he never really talked about who you were going to be assisting, but addressed the family as the 'Anoa'i Family' which was Roman's last name. You got a little curious, wondering if he had anything to do with this or if he even owned this place. So, you flat out asked if he worked there and Paul didn't hesitate to answer your question. Apparently, Roman was the boss of the entire company and that's what you signed up for, to be his assistant.

You were extremely confused as to how you didn't have this information before you applied for the job, but you were even more confused at the fact that Roman never told you about his occupation this entire time you've been friends. You'd ask about it sometimes, but he would always brush it off. When you got a moment alone, you told him everything about what you found out, and he revealed something to you as well. He admitted to owning the company and being the boss, but he never told you about it because it was more than that, and he didn't want to scare you off. Roman wasn't just a regular boss, he was a Mafia boss and this position had been handed to him after his father stepped down. His family has been doing this for years, and he's dealt with some pretty dangerous, horrific things being in control, but he loved it at the same time. Roman's cousin Jey was apart of it, so was his brother Jimmy that you ended up meeting was too, including Paul, who was his special counsel.

You didn't know what to think if it, and it took you awhile to process all of it. You honestly thought about turning down the job, and maybe even keeping your distance from him, but you couldn't, you loved him too much. After all, you trusted Roman, you knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you. When he found out you were the one that applied for the job, he was happy and begged for you to take it. You gave it some thought, knowing this was something way different than you have ever done before and it wasn't like any regular job, but it didn't take you too long before you accepted his offer.

It was the best decision you ever made, you loved working by his side. It did take a little bit of time for you to get the hang of things, but he taught you everything he knew about the Mafia game, his family, the business, and how important it was to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. You worked really hard, and he spoiled you with just about everything. Jewelry, your dream car, and your salary was big enough so you could get a new, spacious penthouse. Your life really turned around and you were proud of yourself for moving forward.

Currently, you were with Roman at the moment in his gym at his new house he moved into about two months ago. It was large, very grand, typically Roman's style. Another thing that you loved doing together other than going to the movies, and even going to dozens of restaurants was working out together. This time, you didn't have any accidents thankfully but you two still goofed around at times, like now.

You were on the ground, in a deep lunge, stretching after an intense workout. You thought Roman had left the room for a little bit to take care of some business calls, but he creeped up behind you and smacked your ass harshly. You winced, and then sighed, turning your head around to glare at him, "Can you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" He shrugged, with a playful smirk on his face as he sat down on the edge of the bench press. You rolled your eyes, getting up from your lunge and stood in front of him in a challenging stance, "Don't get smart, you punk." Then you hit his arm and a grin grew on your face by his reaction.

He rubbed his arm in pain and laughed out loud, and he quickly grabbed the both of your hands as tried your best to get out of his grasp, "What did I say about you hitting me, babygirl?"

You bit your lip, instantly you got a tingly feeling in your stomach, whenever he called you by your nickname, or one of the many nicknames he gave you.

"Don't bite your lip and get all shy now, come here." Roman licked his lips with a settle, sensual smile on his face. Jesus take the wheel, you thought. Your heart started to beat really fast and you could no longer hold his stare, instead you continued to try to fight him off but it didn't work. He dropped your hands and quickly reached for your stomach to tickle you, making you giggle uncontrollably and fall into his lap. You were trapped in his gentle, yet firm hold as he kissed you repeatedly on the cheek, making you blush and hide your face into his neck.

This wasn't the only time that you guys were intimately close like this, there's been multiple occasions where you got really close, but no moves were made. Times like this made it really hard for you to control yourself or your feelings, you wish you could just say it, but you were scared.

You inhaled his sweet scent and your arms were wrapped his neck. His large arms were wrapped around your waist, embracing you. As you continued to hold each other in silence, the air started to thicken with heat and your body started to have a mind with his own from how turned on you stared to feel. Your body clinged onto his, giving you goosebumps, and you felt a waterfall starting to form between your legs as you sat directly on his area, which you could've sworn you felt a bulge. You then felt his hands briefly wander over your ass once, which you tried your best not to react to and keep quiet, but the second time he lightly squeezed it, causing you to jolt your hips gently against him. Your breath hitched, and you pressed your lips together, holding back a moan.

"Do it again, Mama.." He whispered deeply into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nervously sighed, knowing that you've gone pretty far and there was no turning back now. If he didn't know before, he definitely knew now. You slowly pulled away from him, stopping your actions and looked down, with his large bulge in your view.

"Roman-" You began to say but he cut you off, hushing you.

"Shh." Roman tilted your neck to the side, leaving trails of kisses down your neck, "Roman what, huh?" He asked seductively. Your eyes slowly fell closed, falling into every kiss and touch he planted on your skin.

"I-" You muttered but he slapped your ass, shutting you up. Roman chuckled, and moved to the other side of your neck.

"Do you think I'm stupid, babygirl?" He trailed kisses up your neck, leaving one last kiss close to your lips before pulling away a little but still close to you. As you avoided eye contact with him, he watched your every move, "Look at me." He demanded carefully.

You hesitantly looked down at him, meeting his gaze before and shook your head shyly, answering his question. He just simply stared at you, as if he was trying to read you while a faint smirk was on his face.

"Then what's with all the games, hm? Why are you playing wit' me?" He questions darkly as his hands roam your body, "You think I don't know how you feel about me?"

You stayed quiet, which was the exact reply he needed to be proved right. You were on the fence, nervously anticipating what he was going to do or say next.

Roman chuckles, and his hands find his way inside your shorts, taking a handful of your ass in his hands making you gasp, and you got even more wet.

"Or were you too scared to tell me?" He said quietly, and was about two inches away from your face. You inhaled slowly, and your eyes fell to his lips.

"I wasn't scared.." You trail off, lying through your teeth. Roman licked his lips, alternating his attention between your eyes and lips.

"If you're not scared," He challenged, bringing you even closer, trapping any space between you both, giving you no choice to give in, "Then show me."

You stared into his lustful eyes for one, lingering second before you smashed your lips into his, resting your hands on his face while he returned the kiss right away, tightening his grip on your ass. Lord knows how long you've wanted to do that, there was a whole bunch of emotions running around in your mind; Relief, Happiness, Lust, but most importantly, Love. You loved Roman more than anything and it was beyond overwhelming that you finally got the chance to show him, through your mind, soul, and body.

As the makeout session got more heated, your bodies reacted with it. Your hips began to move in sync with his, creating a huge amount friction and pleasure. You moaned softly into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, having a battle with your own. His hands trailed up to your waist, holding them firmly as you moved against him and he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours, "I want you to say the words." He says, trying to control his heavy breath.

You both stare intensely into each other's eyes as he moves your hips faster, making you come undone, "Say it. Say it to me."

You nodded quickly, knowing exactly what he meant, wanting nothing more to get to the point, the teasing was driving you crazy, "I want you to fuck me," You say bluntly with a shaky breath. Roman smiled lazily, slowing down your hip movements and pecked your lips, "That's my girl."

He picked you up from the bench with your legs wrapped around his waist, and switched you around so that you were sitting down. Your face was instantly met with his pelvic area, and his member that damn near poked out of his shorts. He looked huge, you gulped, startled from the surprise. Roman tilted your head up gently to look at him, then took your hand and put it on his bulge.

"You see what you do to me?" He asked, licking his lips slowly, and you could even spot how glistened they were. In response, you smirked, tracking your hand up a little to grab the waist band of his shorts but he quickly stopped you.

"Not so fast, baby girl." He warned you, and you frowned a little, wondering why he wouldn't let you continue.

"You come first, always." Roman caressed your cheek and nodded his head toward the bench, motioning for you to lay down, "Lay down for me."

You laid down against the bench, adjusting a little bit to more comfortable and Roman dropped onto his knees his front of you, running his hands over your thighs and briefly on your stomach, taking in your body.

"Look at you.." He trailed off, opening your legs and licked his lips. "Not being able to hold still, why are you shaking, Mama?"

You sighed, looking down at him, meeting his lustful stare. You shook your head, and whispered, "Stop teasing me."

"After all the teasing you've done this entire time?" He questions, slightly looking at you like you were crazy, and gives you his sexy smile along with shaking his head, "Nah, that's not how this works."

His finger trailed down your slit, tracing it through your shorts. Your boy was so hot, wanting even more, you knew that you were drenched down there.

"I don't think you understand who you're dealing with." He says carefully as he continues to trace the outlines of your pussy through your shorts, "When you tease me, your teasing Daddy.."

The way he said Daddy made your breathing pace quicken, and your heart beat faster. You didn't know much you could take.

"And when you tease Daddy, there's consequences." Roman presses harshly on clit, making all of your nerves shoot through your body. You bit your lip, closing your eyes trying not to utter a sound.

"You're going to learn not to mess with me," He kisses the inside of you thigh softly, "And you're going to learn what happens to pretty girls like you who don't wanna' listen." He leaves one last kiss on your other inner thigh before he pulls off your shorts, revealing your blue, soaked panties.

"So here's how it's going to go down, Princess." He rubs your clit gently, teasing you painfully, "I call the shots, and you're gonna' do what I say. You're going to listen to Daddy, and if you disobey me in the slightest, your punishment will get worse. Do you understand?"

You were at loss of words, and didn't know what else to say. You had absolutely no idea what you were in for, but you couldn't wait. He smacked your thigh, not too hard but to get your attention making you jump, "When I ask you something, you answer." He demanded in a raspy voice.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, letting him take full of control of your body. Roman smirked, watching you unravel under his touch, "Good."

His eyes then trailed down your soaked pussy and his mouth watered, dying to get a peak and a taste. His captivating fingers started to move faster, massaging your clit and you couldn't help but squirm a little, and the minute he felt you move, he put his hand on top of your pelvic bone, holding you down.

"Don't move," Roman warned. You had no where to go, and you tried your best to keep still as he played with your pussy, but it was extremely hard too. You inhaled deeply, and a soft moan followed after not being able to hold in it anymore.

"You like that shit, don't you?" He chuckled darkly, finding your sweet moans very sexy. To drive you more wild, he lifted your panties to the side, revealing your pussy to the bleak air.

"Damn, baby. All this, for me?" He says, talking about your wetness. Your hand traveled over your sports bra, clenching your breast, not knowing what to do with yourself.

"Please.." You beg, Roman presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing it slowly and his pace gradually gets faster.

"Already not listening to Daddy?" He questions, with an innocent expression however as he stares at you, he places a long, slow lick on your slit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he stops there, sliding your panties off all the way and stands up.

"Get up," He orders. You follow his demands getting up off of the bench and he grabs a hold of your waist, bringing you close to him and smacks you ass.

"What did I tell you?" He whispers in your ear, with his hands briefly roaming your ass before he smacked it again, making you jump.

Before you could answer, without warning, his hand slips between the both of you, reaching your pussy and his finger slips inside of you. You gasp, tightly holding onto his shoulders and burried your face into his chest.

"Roman.." You moaned into his shirt as his skilled fingers had their way with you. Roman kissed your forehead, and then kissed your ear before he whispered.

"It's okay, baby." He cooed into your ear as his fingers moved fastly between your folds. "You wanna be bad and show out? That's fine. If you wanna' act like a brat, I'll treat you like one.

His fingers slipped out of your wetness and he turned the both of you around, laying on the bench and pulled you on top of him. He scooted upwards the bench as you straddled him and he motioned for you to come forward with his finger, "Sit on my face."

You sort of zoned out, not being able to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. Your pussy clenched just by his words, and your breath became shaky.

"I'm not asking you again." He warned intensely, and you snapped out of it, doing what he said and slowly adjusted yourself over his face. He grabbed your hips firmly, keeping you still as you held the weight bar for support.

Then, as you lowered yourself onto him, his tongue met your wetness and began exploring your folds like no tomorrow. You closed your eyes tightly shut, throwing your head back, not being able to think straight. He moved your hips back and forth, tasting every inch of you as you moaned uncontrollably. His tongue truly had a mind of its own, it moved so fast that you could barely think straight

Sounds of him tasting you echoed across the room, pushing you over the edge as he was lost between your folds. His tongue circled around you clit multiple times before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking the life out of your soul. His eyes trailed up your body and onto your facial expressions, getting even more hard at the love faces you were making. He loved the fact that he was making you feel good, trapped with no where to go. Roman would have fantasies like this all the time, and he's been wanting to do this to you for a long time. His dreams were coming true right before his eyes.

He slowed down his pace, and inserted his tongue inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and he couldn't help but smile partly in response as he tongued your folds. He let go of your hips, and his hands slowly traveled inside of his shorts, pleasing himself as he let you take control.

"Ride my face." He said sexily, winking at you. You held the bar tightly, making your balance steady before you slowly started to bounce up and down his tongue gently.

"Oh my God.." You trailed off, whimpering, feeling yourself come close to the edge. If you kept going, you weren't going to be able to hold it any longer.

"I'm gonna' cum." You say, not being able to catch your breath. Roman groaned lowly against you, loving the way you tasted and from the pleasure he was giving himself. He let go of himself and placed his hands back on your hips, moving you faster.

"Cream all over my face, baby girl." He encouraged you, gripping your hips tightly, not daring to take his eyes off of you. His hand reached up your body, sneaking underneath your sports bra and massaged your breast. You closed you eyes shut, repeating the word yes yes yes over and over again before you finally reached your peak, along with your legs shaking slightly. He slowed down your movements, leaving one last kiss on your slit as you took deep breaths, trying to recover from your orgasm.

You got up slowly, swinging your leg around to get up off of him. Roman propped his elbows, helping himself get back up and he wasted no time in pulling you on top of his lap, kissing your lips passionately, and you giggled in response, which made him smile into the kiss. You took the opportunity to undo his hair from his bun, letting it all fall down to his shoulders as you tasted yourself on hips lips. As you continued to make out with him, he took your sports bra off and you helped him take off his shirt. His arms were wrapped securely around your body, picking you up from the bench and your legs were wrapped around his torso as he backed you up against the wall gently.

He let go of your legs carefully, setting you down on the exercise step-stool. You were now at his level, which was exactly where he wanted you to be.

Roman broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists, placing them above your head against the wall dominantly, he stared into your eyes, then looked you up and down slightly before leaning forward, whispering into your ear once more making your body lose all it's feeling.

"Hear me clearly, and hear me good." He directed you with ease, "You can't fool me, baby. I can tell just by the way you look at me, that I make you nervous. Whenever I have you this close to me, you get shy, and easily embarrassed. You can hardly look me in the eye half of the time because of how you feel towards me. I can read you like no one else can, and you're still doubting yourself. I've told you time, and time again how perfect you are. There's nothing about you I wouldn't change, and I'd give you the whole world if I could, if would you just give me a chance."

"I don't deserve you." You denied, looking away from him, with a hint of sadness in your voice trying to process everything he was saying. He remained holding the both of your wrists, kissing you cheek gently so you would look at him.

"Look at me," He pleaded softly. You eyes watered, and you hesitantly turned your head back at him.

"Stop saying that," Roman rested his forehead against yours. "You complete me, you always have."

You stare at him lovingly, feeling like you could get emotional by his words alone despite how good he made you feel. No one has ever made you feel the way he did, and at times he seemed too good to be true. That's why you often thought that you weren't good enough for him. You weren't shocked by him feeling the same way, because you knew he did, but you were shocked at how after all this time, you were so close to getting what you wanted, which was him.

Roman leaned forward, pecking your lips sweetly, and pulled away a little from you to take off his shorts along with his briefs, showing himself to you. You're eyes slightly widened at the sight, and your breath thickened as you saw him stroke himself slowly, aligning his dick to your entrance.

"Let Daddy please you.." He slapped his dick gently onto your pussy, making you squirm underneath his grasp, biting your lip as you both stared intensely at each other. Roman grabbed your right leg, placing it over his shoulder so he could have more access to you. He loved where he had you, especially loving you flexible you were, "Let me show you how much I love you. I don't care how loud you scream, how much you squirm or how badly you can't take it anymore. I won't stop until I have you cumming over, and over again. You will say my name, and you will acknowledge me. Listen, shut the fuck up, and take this dick."

Without warning, he slams inside you, causing your mouth to fall wide open and your eyes to roll back in pleasure. There was a little bit of pain since you were caught off guard, but not a whole lot. He groans, cursing under his breath and tightens his grip on your wrists, "You're so tight, babygirl. Shit.." He trails off as he slowly thrusts into you.

You bit your lip so hard that you started to feel blood drip from how harsh you attacked it, trying to be quiet like he said. Roman closed his eyes in pure bliss from how good you were making him feel. He loosed his grip on your wrist, letting one of your hands fall down while his other hand interlaced with yours on the wall as he kept stroking you. He leaned his forehead onto yours again, kissing you deeply as he continued to stroke you.

You wanted him to go faster, you were dying for him to go faster. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back, trying your hardest not to moan but there was no way you could hold it in anymore. Roman took the opportunity to leave kisses on your neck, and whisper nasty things to you.

"You feel so fucking good, my sweet girl." He moaned into your ear deeply, breathing heavily. You felt him inch closer and closer to your G-spot and you couldn't help but blurt out a sound of love, and Roman chuckled darkly, licking your earlobe slowly, "Whatchu' gotta say now, huh? You like the way Daddy's deep inside you? Making love to you? You love that shit? Yeah? Talk to me."

"Roman.." You beg, not being able to take it anymore. "Stop teasing me, baby. Please."

"Then say my name." He growled into you ear, with bass in his voice, "You hear me? Say, my name. Beg for it. Beg."

"I want you to go faster, please. I'm begging you." You're eyes started to gloss over from how good you were feeling, "Please, Daddy. Fuck me." You shakily whisper into his ear, and he instantly switches positions. He brings your leg down gently, and picks you up while he's still inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly with your arms around his shoulders, and his hand firmly on your ass, holding you up.

"Hold on tight," Roman warns you briefly before railing up into you roughly, bouncing you up and down his dick. You screamed so loud that the neighbors could've heard you from so far away, but you didn't care, neither of you did. He was making you feel so, extremely good that it nearly made you want to pass out, you never had dick like this before, ever.

You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you. Both of you muttered insanely dirty things to each other back and forth the entire time while heavily breathing, moaning loudly. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears began to roll down your face.

"Fuck, yes." You sighed heavily, and whimpered in ecstasy, "Don't stop, baby. Please please please." You repeatedly fastly, feeling yourself about to finish.

"Who's pussy is this?" He questions, squeezing your ass harshly, going even faster.

"It's yours, Daddy." You answer helplessly, starting to lose a little energy from how good he was giving it to you.

"And who do you belong to?"

"You, I'm all yours." You promise him. Your eyes slowly started to shut and your climax was building faster and faster, "Shit, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum," He egged you on. "Cum all over this dick."

Once he said the words, you held him even tighter than before and let your climax take over. You shook a little bit, trying to catch your breath. Roman's wickedly fast strokes came to a stop, slowing down, and kissed your cheek before sitting down on the exercise stool with him still inside of you but you were still on top of him.

He put his hands on your hips, trying to guide you but you put your hands on his wrist, wanting him to stop. You didn't think you could take anymore. Roman shook his head with a tired smirk, running his tongue over his bottom lip, "Don't even try running away, you're not done. Keep fucking going, you don't stop until I tell you too."

Since you were a still sensitive from your last orgasm, you goosebumps and shivers jolted across your body as you continued to ride his dick slowly. It was really hard, and you could barely keep a rhythm going, but Roman helped guide to since he knew that. As you threw your head back, he leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth, alternating between the both of them occasionally. His hand trailed down your ass, squeezing it, wanting you to pick up the pace.

"Come on, put in that work. You wanted this dick so bad, take it." He whispered lustfully to you, staring into your eyes and was about two inches away from your face. As you picked up the pace and went faster, Roman's eyes fell shut and he bit his lip, leaning his head against the wall.

"Fuck," He moaned, emphazing the word and dragging it out as your hips circled. Roman looked beyond sexy, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Just looking his reaction to how you were making him feel, it could make you cum again right then and there.

"Just like that, lil' Mama." He brought you closer to him, embracing you as he continued to ride him. Then, to bring you and himself close to the edge, he pinned your shoulders down and railed up into you, getting close.

"You're gonna' make me fucking cum." He groaned lowly into your ear as you continued to moan uncontrollably into his, "You want this nut? You wanna' have my kids, baby?"

You nodded quickly, clinging onto him as you felt another orgasm approaching you. You couldn't even cry anymore, you were so out of it that you couldn't even explain what you were feeling, "Cum inside me, Daddy." You begged.

He stroked harshly a couple more times before they eventually became sloppy, getting ready to release inside of you. Your G-Spot was hit just enough by the Samoan, making you cum all over again, but this time with him. Both of you moaned loudly, trying to catch your breath and held onto each other tightly, trying to come down from your high.

Then, you both heard the doorbell ring, making you both jump and pull apart from each other. You both looked towards the gym door and back at each other. You grinned, trying to hold back a laugh and he did the same, but you both ended up laughing. He grabbed your face, adoring your smile and infectious laugh, "You're so beautiful." He gushes to you as he kisses your lips tenderly. You smile into the kiss, kissing him back and pulled away partly.

"Do you think anyone heard us?" You asked, he shrugged, squeezing the life out of you, making you laugh again.

"I don't know, but if they did, I don't care." He pecked your lips twice, and hugged you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I love you so much." He says with his chest, meaning every word he said.

You smiled softly, rubbing circles on his back gently, and your heart warmed. You wanted nothing more than to hear him say that, you felt complete.

"I love you more."

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Never Look Away

Summary: Dean and Cas are forced to redefine their relationship as a decade old secret between them finally comes to light.

Dean jumps up, strangely offended.

“Okay, first of all, you’ve seen my browser history. Your true form doesn’t even make my top 10 weirdest things I’ve jerked off to, so that's a load of bull..."

Notes: This is the result of listening to Never Look Away by Vienna Teng for 10 hours gay.

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Careful not to wake him, Dean traces the outlines of Cas’s body illuminated by the reddish hues of the morning sun with his fingers. He can hardly believe it’s only been a year since they defeated God and pulled Cas out of the Empty with the promise of a love returned. 

So much has changed in such little time. With the illusion of free will no longer binding Dean to a greater destiny and with Cas and Dean’s own feelings out in the open he finally allowed himself to want all the things he denied himself for so long, always prioritizing other people’s happiness over his own. Now he has it all. A house, a job, a family, a life, Cas. It was so hard at first, to stop looking for hunts and letting go of Sam so he too could start his own life with Eileen by his side, but in the end Dean had been too tired to fight his own desires any longer and gave in.

Fuck the voice of his father telling him his only purpose in life was to watch out for Sammy and fuck the man John wanted him to be. He helped save this world so he gets to live in it in whatever way he wants to and what he wants is to live his cheesy apple pie life waking up every day next to the man he loves.

Cas stirs in his sleep and Dean watches the translucent wings flutter against the light seemingly drinking up the morning sun. They used to be pitch black back when they first met. A beautiful sight, yet not quite fitting the man Cas would eventually become.

Then they burned and Dean could barely stomach to look at them knowing how much the culmination of all of Dean’s mistakes had hurt Cas so irreparably. And now the wings are whole again and even more awe-inspiring than before. Something about Dean rescuing Cas from the Empty or maybe a blessing from Jack has restored them leaving Dean with the desperate urge to touch the intangible. Watching one of the smaller eyes on Cas’ wings slowly flutter open Dean wonders if it would be rude to ask about the colour change and chuckles. The way the wings shimmer with all the colours of the rainbow is just so wonderfully, blatantly gay.

“What’s so funny?” Cas mumbles half asleep as a couple more eyes flutter open searching for the source of Dean’s amusement.

Dean leans over, one hand caressing Cas’ jaw and kisses him softly good morning.

“I just love you so damn much.” He whispers only inches away from his husband’s mouth and rests his forehead against Cas’.

Cas moves back to study Dean’s face questioningly. The familiar stare is so much more intense now that Dean can take all of Cas in without suffering through the burning sensation that always accompanied laying his eyes on something filled with angelic grace. 

Dean swallows hard. Having all of Cas’ eyes so solely focussed on him and him alone is such a major turn on. He must be doing it on purpose. It’s unfair how such a simple action has so much of an effect on Dean.

“I don’t understand how that’s funny.” Cas says, one eyebrow raised.

“Then come and find out.”

Dean’s mind is already too far gone to care for the conversation and he pulls Cas closer by his shirt desperate to embrace the parts of Cas that he can actually touch. Now fully awake, Cas reciprocates the action enthusiastically pressing their lips together earnestly and climbing on top of Dean to explore his body with his hands and mouth. Not for the first time Dean curses his past self for not allowing himself to be loved by Cas years ago. There’s so much time they have yet to make up for. Luckily they’re both more than willing to try.

Dean’s musings are cut short when Cas’ attentions move downward as Dean’s legs get pushed apart and Cas presses against Dean’s growing erection. 

“Fuck, Cas!” Dean groans and sees new galaxies forming inside Cas’ body. Always good to know that Cas enjoys this as much as Dean does.

The prodding stops and Dean lets out an embarrassing whine.

“Not yet.” Cas teases with a grin, all of his eyes’ attention once again on Dean alone. The bastard. Dean has half the mind to hit him upwards with his knee in retaliation, but soon gets distracted by Cas intertwining his hands with Dean’s and leaning down slowly to kiss the sensitive spot on Dean’s neck. He gasps and moves his neck so Cas can take him apart much easier.

In their closeness Cas’ celestial body engulfs Dean in his entirety and he is left again, breathless, by the unfathomable sight of his lover’s true form. Stars and skies in colours not named by men expand and swirl inside the translutient depths of the oceans and galaxies that make up the angels body as the golden halos’ luminescence submerges them both in it’s light. Dean would lose himself in the sight if it weren’t for the thousands of eyes, holding the knowledge of millenia, watching him unblinkingly in a way that is so Cas, so human, that Dean can’t see anything else but his stupid socially awkward self-sacrificing husband.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Dean blurts out, giving voice to his thoughts.

Cas flinches away as if burned, his true form doing much the same. He wavers back against the bedroom wall as far away as possible from his vessel and curls in on himself. At least Dean assumes that’s what Cas is trying to do. Cas' true form, once taller than any skyscraper, has shrunk significantly with the absence of grace powering him up, but is still far too large to fit completely inside a house let alone a room.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asks sitting up.

Cas turns away, his eyes fluttering across the room looking for an escape. Dean gingerly places a hand on Cas’ shoulder and is relieved when he’s not pushed away.

“Hey, Cas, buddy. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I know it’s weird coming from me, but let’s not do this again. No more unnecessary secrets. Please.”

Cas takes Dean’s hand into his and nods. One slow measured breath and he starts talking.

“Dean, I- I know you can’t help seeing me this way, but I dislike it when you comment on my appearance.”

Cas’ vessel is still turned away, but out of the corner of his eyes Dean can see Cas, the real Cas, watching his reaction with interest.

“Well, uh, okay, if it makes you uncomfortable I can stop.” Dean starts awkwardly. “But let me assure you there is absolutely no reason for you to feel insecure about the way you look, you’re-” Dean trails off. You’re mind blowingly gorgeous and sometimes your beauty is so overwhelming that I’m scared I’ll cry if I look too closely.

At Dean's words, Cas finally turns to face him.

“I’m not ‘insecure’, Dean.” Cas bites out emphasizing his irritation with air quotes. “In fact my true form is counted as one of the most attractive among my brethren.” 

Dean raises an eyebrow. No argument there. Cas is by far the prettiest angel he’s ever seen.

“And I am well aware that you find my vessel visually pleasing, but Dean, what you’re complimenting is not me. It’s Jimmy Novak.”

“Uh, Jimmy’s a good looking guy for sure, but the one who’s beautiful is definitely you.”

Instead of being reassured by Dean’s words Cas just sighs resignated.

“It’s kind of you to refer to my inner beauty, but we both know this is not what you meant. You see Jimmy’s face and call it beautiful. I don’t begrudge you for this but don’t like being confused with him.”

Oh Cas definitely has insecurities. How can he even think Jimmy fucking Novak is anywhere near as attractive as Cas himself?

“No, I meant exactly what I said. You, the you you, are fucking hot.”

Cas’ frowns, unhappy with Dean’s reply.

“It’s okay. I understand. It’s hard to keep Jimmy’s body and I seperate. There’s no need for you to backtrack to make me feel better. Let’s just stop arguing about this.”

“Oh no Jon Snow. Not so fast. Let me put this in terms even you and your insecure ass will understand.”

Dean takes Cas’ face into his hands and stares deeply into his eyes. The staring is a habit from back when Cas was still fully juiced up. With the angel grace making it near impossible to look at Cas’ true form without feeling like his eyes were on fire, the vessel's eyes were the only place Dean’s own could safely escape to.

“Your true form is incredibly attractive. Very sexy. Wings and all. If I could hit that, I would. Inner beauty not required.” He speaks slowly as if to a child. Apparently it was the wrong thing to do as Cas slaps Dean’s hands away unable to suppress his irritation any longer.

“Dean, you’ve never seen my true form and I can assure you if you had, its inhuman nature would stop you from ‘hitting that’.”

Dean jumps up, strangely offended.

“Okay, first of all, you’ve seen my browser history. Your true form doesn’t even make my top 10 weirdest things I’ve jerked off to, so that’s a load of bull and second of all…”

Dean grows quiet. What does Cas mean with Dean’s never seen his true form before? Wasn’t the ability to see angels part of being the Michael Sword or something? How could Cas not know? And even if he didn’t, they’ve known each other for over ten years. It must’ve come up at some point. 

Dean rifles through his memories desperate to find the right one, but draws a blank and visibly blanches. 

Cas had no reason to believe Dean could see him. Back when they first met, Cas made some assumptions and Dean didn’t correct him, not trusting the self proclaimed angel an inch. And then it’s always been the vessel Dean’s been talking to, never the one puppeteering it. At first out simple necessity, then out of pure habit. 

Determined to rectify their decade old misunderstanding Dean makes his way through the bedroom and sits down right in front of what Dean assumes must be the angel equivalent of Cas’ face or maybe his hand. Either way the body part has enough eyes to have an honest conversation with and has been observing Dean and the vessel talk this whole time. 

This is Cas. The real Cas. And it’s high time for Dean to stop averting his eyes.

Cas squirms under his stare.

“Dean, childishly staring at an empty wall won’t solve this.” Cas argues from behind Dean and Dean has to suppress the urge to turn around. The voice might be coming from the vessel, but the one talking is the angel in front of him.

“That’s not what I’m doing.” Dean says, looking directly into one of Cas’ bigger eyes. Cas freezes momentarily at the direct eye contact and then his eyes swirl around frantically trying to find whatever it is that Dean’s looking at. Dean's stomach tightens. It hasn’t been fair to make Cas feel as if he’s invisible just because it’s easier for his stupid human brain to talk to the vessel.

Dean reaches out attempting to touch the nervously fluttering wing next to him, but as expected his hand moves right through it. He smiles sadly.

“I’m sorry, Cas. It seems there’s something I’ve neglected to tell you. I thought you knew, but that’s not an excuse.” Dean pauses. “I’ve always been able to see you.”

There’s a storm brewing inside Cas, a tension. One wrong move and a star could explode setting off a supernova that is held at bay by nothing but a shimmering skin made of light and colours. His husband is nervous at the possibility of being seen, Dean realises and has no choice but to confirm Cas’ worry.

“When you were still full of grace I couldn’t look directly at you without fearing for my eyes, so I got used to looking at your vessel instead, but I’ve always known and seen the real you.”

Ever since Dean could remember gigantic and intangible creatures taller than skyscrapers with wings that could pierce the heavens have been watching him from a distance, their countless eyes following his every move. Scary, yet unimaginably beautiful. As a child Dean would try to describe them and ask what they were, but apart from his mom there was never anyone trying to hear him out.

“Children and their imagination.” Adults would say and ruffle his hair whenever he tried to ask about them and by the time he was four he realised that he’s the only one who could see them.

Then his mom died and all his questions and curiosity were left behind in the ruins of their broken home. Dean learned quickly that John had no use for children and their imaginary friends. He needed to grow up and become a soldier for his family’s sake. So he followed the orders, and pretended not to see these watchers following him around.

Later, when Dean was a teen and John was gone most of the time, Sam often dragged him to libraries and Dean would do his own research on the creatures in secret, too scared to ask anyone for help. John made it pretty clear he didn’t want Dean talking about them and Dean feared that if he told someone and didn’t have proof of their existence Dean would be sent off to a mental ward for seeing things that were simply not there. In the end it took dying and coming back to life to find his answers.

Despite having seen these creatures all of his life, when they summoned the one named Castiel, Dean needed a moment to figure out what he was seeing. He’s never been this close to any of them and the proximity was overwhelming. Dean was suddenly acutely aware just how Pamela's eyes could've been burned out so easily by the creature's visage.

In an attempt not to suffer the same fate as her, Dean averted his eyes and spotted a man entering the barn, his body connected with small tendrils to the large creature around him. A puppet, Dean thought, one he could touch and subsequently kill, so without another moment's hesitation Dean took the first shot. And then the second, a third. Neither the puppet nor the creature were faced by his attempts to fight, merely curious. As if Dean was nothing more but an ant trying to fight a giant.

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” The puppet finally said, inhuman in everything but his appearance and so Dean stabbed him as a thanks for the introduction. Next thing he knew, Bobby was down and the guy began claiming to be an angel.

“There’s no such thing.” Dean said, but the voice of his mother telling him that angels were watching over him thought differently.

The man’s body straightened and the creature, Castiel, stood up, his form ending far beyond the barn’s roof and he spread his wings. Bolts of lighting exploded into an array of mesmerizing fireworks and Dean was left breathless before the angel. His terrifying beauty nesting deep inside Dean’s heart and he knew he was lost.

“No, you must be lying.” Cas says as his body trembles under Dean’s stare.

“I’m not.” Dean replies, leaving no room for debate and moves closer to Cas, who seems to be trying to escape through the bedroom wall. “So believe me when I say that you’re fucking beautiful and only thinking about you watching me with your many many eyes is enough to make me hard.”

Cas sputters incoherently and his body changes colours rapidly, eventually settling on a pinkish sort of hue. Oh. That’s new. Dean grins.

“Cas, Huggybear, are you blushing?” Dean teases, taking immense amusement in this new discovery. Cas swirls him around in an attempt to make Dean look at his vessel again, but with a true form as big as Cas’ it’s not hard to find a new part of Cas’ body to focus his attention on.

“No.” Cas growls defensively. “Stop looking.”

“Make me.” The reply is a bit cliché but Dean isn’t trying to win an Oscar. He’d much rather film a porn instead.

In the blink of an eye Dean is encased possessively in Cas’s wings and pushed onto the bed with urgency. Fuck yes.

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If you could introduce cas at any one time between s1-s3 where would you do it and why?

as much as i ADORE the dynamic between s1dean and cas, i’ll go with something different, and perhaps a bit sadder, but in my opinion all the more poignant and impactful for it: dean meets cas at the end of s2, see all hell breaks loose pt. ii, cemetery battle against azazel.

as designed by chuck, dean was supposed to be michael’s vessel once armageddon was set afoot, but the whole divine plan was jeopardized when sam died. neither faction (chuck’s machinations aside) expected dean to make a deal to bring his brother back to life, but he did. so we have hell rejoicing and we have heaven somewhat placated because their holy father’s scriptures remain true and the order has been restored, at least for the time being.

whatever happens from here until the first seal breaks is not heaven’s business, they’re above petty humanity, and after all, the winchesters are mere instruments to be used once the apocalypse comes.

castiel though, he’s got a crack on his chassis. he’s curious. there’s celebration in heaven but he wants to know the real cause for celebration, he wants to meet this human who saved god’s plan with an act his siblings deem stupid, but he considers rather noble. so he goes to earth, for the first time in many years. his vessel, jimmy novak, a devoted man whose faith came to him as naturally as breathing, accepted castiel willingly and without much questioning.

it’s cas who helps dean defeat azazel instead of john. after all, john is only a human soul, a very tortured one in hell, if alastair’s words from 4.16 can be taken as truthful. he would be in no shape to climb all the way out of hell, not that fast, and especially, he wouldn’t be able to restrain azazel or force him out of his vessel the way he did. also, i just dislike the idea of john “redeeming” himself, it was executed poorly and it is a bit too easy and convenient for him to show up and save the day. [¡¡¡also fuck john winchester!!!.]

so yes, it’s cas who, in his haste to meet thee dean winchester stumbles into the battle and overpowers azazel, giving dean the perfect opportunity to shoot the demon and killing him for good. 

of course dean would be apprehensive of cas, but literally all hell had just broke loose, and if there was a point in time angels -should they exist- would appear on earth, surely that would be one of them, right?

it takes him some time, all of them, to trust cas, who appears every other day, sometimes just once a week, sometimes he stays two whole days. he’s a low profile seraph these days and he’s always diligent. besides, he’s not the most social of angels, so if anybody notices his absence, they’re angelic enough about it not to care. as long as heaven runs smooth, all is well. chuck is entertained and much too comfortable lying low to bother about a rogue angel.

cas tells dean he’s been charged with helping them out, seeing as they helped shut the gates of hell, or any other excuse. he’s not very good lying, but dean buys it. he’s still hopeful , a stranger to the rack and the sulphur of the pit.

inevitably, dean falls in love with cas. it’s quick and unexpected, as if someone hit the back of his head with the full force of it, of cas. it’s also the easiest thing he’s ever done. castiel, this angel... cas... he’s everything dean knows he can’t have, he is all the good dean could never be, he’s touched by god while dean is tainted by the filth of demons, literally. 

he’s never regretted making that deal to save sammy, but he wishes the demon had given him more than a year. most people get 10. a lot could be done in ten years, and maybe cas, maybe he’d still be around. maybe dean would be able to call him his friend, maybe he’d be able to know cas better (because he doesn’t really say much about himself, and always seems so interested in learning more about dean, what he likes, how he feels, why he acts in certain ways, why he likes making cas laugh so much, why he blushes at odd times and why his smile falls when he seems the happiest). or maybe 10 years wouldn’t be enough to make an angel of the lord care about a poor sod like him anyway.

it’s a relationship filled with what ifs and insecurity and fear and passion, because dean is running out of time and he wants to make the most of it, but he’s only a sad excuse of a hunter, and he has to be a good brother and he’s got bobby whom he’s also made miserable with his decision. but there’s also cas... and that... he never, not in a million years, expected cas to appear into his life. he just wants a little more time with him, a little less guilt for wanting this, wanting what...it?, no, him. he’s living on borrowed time so labels, he doesn’t give a shit about. so he goes for it. he kisses cas, and cas kisses him back. and it comes to them just as natural and easy, and it pains dean even more knowing that he could have this, if only his ass wasn’t expected in hell in a few days time. 

but hell doesn’t forgive, and it comes to collect alright. 

cas knows he can’t intervene, he’s still a soldier, with a human weakness, yes. but a soldier nonetheless. still, when the hellhounds  come after dean he tries to save him, only to be stopped by other angels sent to maintain the order. he’s sent to prison during the same 40 years dean is sent to hell, but in heaven time moves even slower, so he ends up waiting longer than that, all the while tortured by his own inability to protect the one thing he cares about, to save dean from the worst of fates. needless to say he feels guity and conflicted.

it comes to him as a surprise when he’s called upon the ranks of the army who’ll retrieve the righteous man from hell. apparently previous campaigns have failed to even locate the asset, so castiel, rebellious as he’s proven to be in the past, is tasked with leading as commander. he knows dean’s soul thoroughly, if anyone can decipher the twists and folds of hell (more intricate version than og) it’s castiel. 

and that he does.

cas is the one to free dean from his agony, the one who throws away the bloody whip dean was flogging another poor soul with, the one who sees dean so broken and mangled, stripped from his kindness, forced into sin and depravity. he hold dean in his arms while the man thrashes, crying and screaming, so unlike himself and yet becoming dean. 

for the first time since he was created, castiel cries. he also kisses dean and the taste is salty, but it feels like paradise despite the brimstone and the howls of anguish that echo in their ears.

cas’ hold is so strong and dean is so raw, naked soul burning up, that the touch leaves a mark that later will show as his handprint seared on dean’s shoulder.

[holylulusworld]

Interest

Request: Have you ever considered writing a mafia!reader x Dean? like maybe he need more money to help Sam in school but what he earn isn't enough so he start to hustle at pool but then he plays one of her men and when they took him to her, she doesn't punish him because she remember he and Sam were the only one not afraid to be her friends in school. She gives him one of her clean activity so he can help Sam and stay safe. I think it would be an interesting scenario to see 

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Mobster!Reader

Characters: Gadreel ‘the slammer’ Angel, Bobby ‘Papa’ Singer, Gabriel ‘dog around’ Angel, Ruby ‘the dame’ Demon

Warnings: angst, language, mobster business, mentions of abuse during childhood (implied), fluff

A/N: Please excuse the awful mobster nicknames. 😉; Gabriel and Gadreel are brothers for my story. (Please consider their surname, just like Ruby’s a joke)

Part 1 - Debts

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Enough, Gadreel,” you slam your hands onto the desk, glaring at the tall man. “You tried to bring Dean Winchester to the cleaners. Unlike you, he admitted that he tried to trick you and the others. Gabriel made a joke, Jimmy shrugged, calling himself an idiot. You are the only one not stopping to complain.”

“He tricked your men,” Gadreel grunts, jaw tense he holds your gaze. “If we show weakness, we lose everything you worked for, just like your father.”

“I said enough!” now you furiously grab the stapler to smash it into the wall. “I punished him. He had to quit his job, pay 15 percent of his income to me and you got your money back. Lousy two-hundred and fifty bucks, I may add. Jimmy lost six-hundred bucks,” you rub your forehead, not believing you have to explain yourself to one of your men. 

“That guy showed no respect, Y/N. He will get you into trouble and I am afraid it will not end well for him either,” arms crossed over his chest Gadreel won’t change his mind.

“Dean apologized. I know you do not like him or my decision but you’ll have to live with the fact I did not kill someone who only tried to make fast money to help his brother pay for Stanford. The brothers were the only ones not scared to play with me,” Gadreel’s features soften, knowing about your miserable childhood.

“Boss, I am worried, is all,” you nod, rounding the desk to pat Gadreel’s cheek. “I don’t want to lose you too. You’re the little sister I never had.”

“Gade, you are one of my best men and I appreciate your worry, but Dean won’t get me into trouble. Now back to the numbers. Do I need to know anything else?”

“How is he doing, Bobby? Do you think it was the right decision to let him work here?” Bobby nods, pointing toward Dean who works on a car. The muscles in his arms flex when he lifts a tire to carry it toward the car and you feel your stomach do somersaults.

“Boy is good at his job, Y/N. Talented, fast, and a hard-working man. Worked overtime yesterday to help me fix another car,” Bobby hums, watching Dean work at the car, fixating the tire. “If he paid his debts, I’d like to keep him, boss.”

“Me too,” you giggle, bumping your hips against Bobby’s. “I never thought I met the boy who gave me my first kiss again. It is an odd feeling having him around. Dean is so…,” in lack of the right word you look at Bobby.

“Normal? Not used to doing anything illegal?” Bobby offers, giving you a warm smile. “I know you never wanted to take over the family business, but you are doing well kiddo. Dean, he’s a nice guy, and maybe he’ll bring a bit of normalcy into your life.”

“Normalcy or another life lost because of me? Do you believe my concurrence will not take advantage of me having a normal guy in my life? Dean would always be in danger, Gadreel made me see my mistake,” you sigh, not taking your eyes off Dean.

“That is bull, you know it. Gadreel is a jealous idjit, nothing else. Dean is a good guy and the old times are over. We are civilized, make deals, and have conversations instead of killing each other. This town is peaceful thanks to you and your men,” your godfather pecks your cheek before he calls for Dean.

“Lunch, boy. Look who came around to join us,” Dean smiles cheekily, waving at you. “Y/N will have lunch with us, and you can discuss your debts, interest and if she needs more practice to become as good as you at hustling pool,” Bobby snickers when Dean nods eagerly.

“I like the pie, sweetheart,” Dean chokes on his words, looking at you with wide, even fearful eyes. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” You chuckle, patting Dean’s hand to let him know it was nothing to worry about.

“I remembered you like pie, Dean. But,” clearing your throat you place the fork onto your plate, becoming serious, “the pie is not the only reason I came here. You see, you paid back eight-hundred bucks over the last weeks.”

“Do I need to pay interest too?” desperately looking at you Dean let out a deep sigh when you shake your head. 

“Bobby wants you to stay and work for him when you are done. He’s impressed and likes you, Dean,” you offer, glancing at Dean. “You’ll have 15 percent more per month when your debts are paid.”

“I make more money here minus 15 percent than at my old job. It’s just,” you nod, clearing your throat as Dean tries to tell you he doesn’t like your kind of business.

“The garage is one of my few legal businesses, Dean. Nothing illegal, I swear,” he gives you a soft smile, holding out his hand to seal the deal. “I appreciate you want to work for me, Mr. Winchester.”

“Dean, ma’am. I am not my father,” you groan at the mention of Dean’s father. “You never liked him…”

“He was an ass, Dean. All he did was yelling at you, forcing you to raise your brother and not caring if you got anything for lunch. Your father was, excuse my language, an asshole,” adamant your cross your arms over your chest. “And he ruined our first kiss.”

“My ass was black and blue,” Dean grins, stealing another bite of the pie you bought, “but the kiss was worth it, Y/N.”

“It was,” you smirk, leaning closer to remove a crumb from Dean’s lips with your thumb. His tongue pokes out to lick it off your digit and you feel your heart flutter. “You know, it was my first kiss, Winchester.”

“I am shocked, sweetheart,” snickering Dean looks at you, giving you a boyish smile. “Never thought you were such a prude. Never been kissed at the age of eight.”

“How about we talk about permanent employment tonight? We can have dinner and discuss the details. I’d like to talk about your living situation too,” you watch Dean’s face fall. “I know you live at a motel close to the garage.”

“Last month, I didn’t have enough money for rent and Sammy’s study. I had to choose and,” while you watch Dean, adoration in your eyes, he feels ashamed.

“You are a good big brother, Dean, the best,” you get up to peck his cheek. He’s nervously mumbling something when you do it again. “I own the house across the street to my house. I wanted to sell it or rent it out. You can live there until you found a new apartment.”

Dean wants to protest, but you grip his chin tightly, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“I wasn’t asking, Dean. You played with my men, stole their money so I have no other choice and must keep an eye on you,” when he finally nods you pat his cheek, nodding before you leave the room, swallowing the lump in your throat.

How should you admit you want him to be around? How could you explain you missed someone normal, someone, who has no blood on his hands in your life?

Would Dean even understand how it feels to be surrounded by people who took lives?

“Burger, pizza, and pie,” Dean smiles widely at your choice of food. “I think I died and ended up in heaven.”

“Back to business before you pass out,” you snicker, watching Dean stuff food into his mouth. “I got a contract prepared. You will get the wage you got, plus the missing 15 percent. If you keep up the good work, you’ll get more in a few months.”

“Sounds fair to me,” nibbling at a fry Dean looks at the contract. “Shall I sign it tonight or tomorrow?”

“You should read it first, Dean. Maybe I included you will sell your soul to me or something,” you tease, poking Dean’s upper arm, causing him to chuckle.

“If you are the devil, I’d sell my soul to you in the blink of an eye, sweetheart. I mean, not that I am stupid, I know your business, it’s filled with violence, blood, and illegal stuff, still, you kinda kept a part of the ‘old’ Y/N.” Dean watches you swallow thickly, not wanting to give away you had to do things you hate.

“I am not the girl from back then, Dean. I did things, awful things to keep my father’s empire. Not that I wanted to, but I am not innocent either,” bringing your bottle of beer to your lips you sigh deeply.

“Anyone in your position would’ve killed me, or at least broke my patella. You showed mercy, Y/N,” Dean gives you a soft smile, followed by a grin. “Do you remember when we stole booze from my dad?”

“Damn, we were drunk as fuck,” you giggle, stealing a fry from Dean’s plate. “My father, he didn’t let me leave my room for two weeks. I could only go to school and back.”

“Dad, he,” nodding you watch Dean nervously play with his beer, peeling at the label. “John showed me what happens if I ever dare to drink before I turn twenty-one. Maybe that’s the reason I barely drink anything harder than beer.” You would laugh at Dean’s words but now you imagine what John did to your friend.

“If anything does not feel right for you, Dean, you have the right to tell me so. I want to know if any of my men treat you badly or threatens you,” you hand Dean another beer while he gives you a soft smile. “You are officially under my protection, Dean Winchester.”

He looks up at you, giving you a cocky grin. “Always wanted to have my private bodyguard, sweetheart. Sammy will freak out.”

“How is he? Did he grow even more?” Dean huffs, nodding. “Don’t tell me he’s taller than you,” you poke your finger into Dean’s chest, snickering as he nods again.

“He’s taller, freaking sasquatch, Y/N,” whilst Dean gets his phone out to show you the latest pictures of his brother, someone enters the room without knocking.

Gadreel does not like you placed your hand onto Dean’s shoulder to have a look at his phone.

“Boss, Ruby said she got all the things of that guy,” your head snaps upward watching Ruby, one of the few women in your organization, waltz into the room. 

“The guy has a name, Gadreel. As long as he’s under my protection, you’ll pay him respect, as much as he did by apologizing and admitting his mistakes. It takes courage to do so, don’t you think?” Gadreel nods, but you can see the anger in his eyes. 

“I got everything, including a freaking huge collection of Busty Asian Beauties magazines,” Ruby smirks, watching a blush creep into Dean’s cheeks. “Even the early ones. I must admit, I am impressed.”

“Uh-erm, those are not all mine,” Dean stammers, playing with the napkin on his lap. “Some are from my dad.”

“Don’t be ashamed,” Ruby hops onto the table, stealing fries from Dean’s plate. “I must say, you’ve got a great taste. I liked Voluptuous Asian Lovelies, vintage but damn hot.”

“Can we stop talking about magazines and come to the point where you explain why you let him move into the house you wanted to sell?” Gadreel will not let up, even dares to step into your personal space, causing Ruby to step between you and the tall man. “You shouldn’t benefit his behavior. He shouldn’t live in that house.”

“You are right,” Gadreel smirks, hearing you will give in. “Dean should live here, in my house to make sure he’s safe from any enemy,” you purse your lips, glaring up at Gadreel. “I do not like your tone, Gadreel. I never thought the day would come that you are not the most trusted person among my men.”

“Boss, Y/N,” gasping Gadreel visually flinches at your words. “I only tried to keep you safe. Spare you another mistake.”

“Another mistake,” you laugh bitterly before your hand collides with his cheek. “My husband was not a mistake. I loved him, Gade. I know you never respected him, but I did love him. I dare you to ever mention him again.”

“Gadreel, brother,” Gabriel steps into the room, “how dare you to talk about him. We agreed to never mention that person again.”

“Why?” Gadreel furrows his brows. “As no one dares to admit he was a rat, sneaking his way into Y/N’s heart, bed, and house? Do you remember what I had to do to keep you safe?” 

“I’ll never forget, Gadreel. The man saving me back then was my friend, my sworn ally. Are you still that man or did jealousy and anger change you, Gadreel?” the room falls silent as he looks at you, giving you a sad smile.

“I am sorry, Y/N. I…I crossed a line and need to ask for your forgiveness. It will never happen again…” Gadreel excuses himself, almost running out of the room.

“What the fuck was that?” Ruby blurs out. “I’ll check on him,” she looks at Dean’s phone, licking her lips. “Nice little brother, though. Maybe bring him around next time…”

“Ruby!” She smirks, running out of the room to talk to Gadreel.

“That’s the bedroom, the bathroom is through this door. My bedroom is at the end of the hallway. Kitchen on the first floor,” you show Dean the guest room, while he looks around the large room.

“Y/N, Gadreel was right,” Dean looks at you, feeling his heart beat faster when you step closer to place one hand onto his heart, “I shouldn’t…” you press your lips to Dean’s, cupping the back of his neck. 

“I decide who I let into my life, Dean. If you want to stay, you will stay. Your brother can come around if he wants to visit you,” pecking his lips again you smile as Dean cradles your face to kiss you back, a bit too eager. “Slow down, tiger. Let’s see if you can keep up with my poker skills.”

“Sweetheart, you met your master…”

>> Part 3

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