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blondie20000 · 2 years

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Green Goddess - Bucky Barnes × Jennifer Walters

Bruce Banner's cousin is...Interesting.

She was cute, funny, sweet but also she had a good amount of humor and is quite a little spitfire when she's angry. However that's only one side of her. That is Jennifer Walters her other side She-Hulk...

Bucky's eyes go wide as Jennifer transforms into the She-Hulk. Her breasts become much larger, her hips become more curvy, her thighs become strong and muscular, and her black hair turns long and wavy. Most would scream monster but to Barnes She-Hulk is a Godness.

A green freaking Goddess.

A few whistles come from the crowd as Walters makes her way over to the superheroes. Bruce already has the next round of drinks ready on the table.

"Jen?" Bruce raises his glass and smirks. "You are going all in I see?"

Jennifer takes the glass and smirks back.

"The perks of being a Hulk, I can drink as much as I like."

She knocks back the drink and swallows. She burps and giggles. Her cheeks show a hint of pink. Bucky watched her with interest. His eyes rake up and down her body. Her embarrassed little smile made Bucky grin.

She really is freaking gorgeous.

"I'll probably regret it tomorrow." Jennifer sighs. "The hangover is gonna be a bitch."

"At least you get to experience a hangover." Bucky sips his drink and shakes his head. "I can't even get a buzz."

"How do you relax then?"

Jennifer leans her elbow on the counter and gives the super soldier a curious look. Bucky cranes his head up. He looks into her wide, green curious eyes. Her eyes are so big he can see his reflection in them.

"So?"

She raises her eyebrow. Bucky clears his throat.

"It depends." He shrugs. "Never really had the time to relax Hell I can't even remember the last time I had a n good night's sleep."

Barnes froze when he realized what he said. Jennifer noticed his hesitation and frowns at him.

"That bad huh?"

Bucky takes a gulp of his drink and nods.

"Sometimes I don't even bother."

His voice is quiet and slightly on edge. He didn't even know why he just said all that he barely knows Jennifer but for some reason Barnes found her quite easy to get along with and easy to talk to its like he has known her for years.

"Okay." Jennifer turns and waves. "Bruce, we need your magic over here."

"What are you doing?" Bucky asks.

Jennifer turns to her cousin and gives Barnes a grin.

"We are gonna relax."

So Bruce severed every combination of alcohol. All the beers, cocktails, shots. Bucky and Jennifer drank and spoke for several hours. Jennifer spoke about her job while Bucky talked about the War. Jennifer listened. She nods and hums as Bucky spoke about the entertainment back then the singing, the dancing. He stops and raises an eyebrow at the lawyer.

"Can you dance?"

"Ah it depends really I mean I can twerk."

" Twerk? "

"Yeah its um..." She shakes her head and smiles at his puzzled expression. "Never mind."

"Well umm..." He smiles. "Do you wanna..." He cringed at his tone of voice.

God he is so rusty at this.

"Wait." Jennifer raises her hands. "Here...Now?"

He then shakes his head.

"Uh no sorry don't know what made me think of that."

Jennifer is already out of her seat. She pulls Barnes out of his chair and drags him to the center of the room.

"Wait, I better umm..." Jennifer gestures to herself. "Don't know if I'll keep my balance though but..."

"You're fine." Barnes wraps his arm around her waist. "You don't need to change. You're..."

This is the part where he would compliment the women, flirt with them but Barnes couldn't get the words out he instead goes quiet and silently curses himself.

He really has been out of the game way too long.

Bucky quickly breaks the awkward silence by doing the first twirl. He goes forward and guides Jennifer across the room. Jennifer wraps her long arms around him and ensures she doesn't step on his feet. There were a few giggles and laughter from people the height difference between Walters and Barnes made them look awkward. Jennifer and Bucky didn't care they ignored everyone and carried on.

At times Jennifer did knock over a table or bump into someone else. At one point Jennifer spins round as she goes round she crashes into Bucky. Bucky gets smacked in the face by her chest. Bucky loses his footing slightly and falls forward. Jennifer quickly caught him.

"Bucks? You alright?"

He responded but Jennifer couldn't understand him. His voice is muffled. It was then Jennifer realized that Bucky's head is trapped between her breasts.

Oh!

"Oh shit Bucky I'm sorry I'm so sorry. "

Bucky pulls himself out. He shakes his head. His hair falls in front of his face. He pushes his hair away from his face and frowns at her. His reaction made Jennifer sigh. She's blown it she's definitely fucking blown it.

Then he laughs.

Jennifer looks down and sees Barnes laughing. Not in a horrible way the laughter sounded genuine, he sounded happy. His eyes shone as he laughs and his face lit up. The laugh was contagious Jennifer ended up joining in to.

"No need to apologize." Bucky beamed at her. "At least I had a soft landing right?"

Jennifer rolls her eyes. Bucky's eyes go back on her breasts he quickly snaps them back up to Jennifer's eyes when she sees he is staring.

"Oh I can see you...enjoyed yourself down there."

Jennifer didn't sound sarcastic or offended like she usually would do instead she huffed a smile and joked with him. Bucky is a gentleman he is not like the other assholes and that made Jennifer feel comfortable around him. She enjoyed his company.

She trusted him.

"You know?" Bucky's hand returns to her waist. His hand didn't go any lower again as Jennifer thought he is gentleman. "We could...get out of here and..."

His tongue rolls around his teeth. He looked awkward. Jennifer might not be an expert in dating but she can see Barnes is way out of practice. However despite that Jennifer found it cute he is trying bless him.

Jennifer is a lawyer she can be quite persuasive in getting this conversation moving forward.

"I've had a lot to drink anyway." Jennifer laughs. "And you have as well...Ha...maybe...maybe we can explore other ways in getting you to relax?

Smooth Jen smooth.

Bucky raises an amused brow.

"You have some ideas?"

"Oh definitely."

Bucky goes closer. A flirtatious smirk spreads across his lips.

"I'm all ears. Lets go doll."

Doll!

Jennifer can already feel the heat travelling down there already.

Fuck!

Bucky links his arms with hers. He sees Sam giving him a thumbs up. Bucky rolls his eyes at him and leads Jennifer out of the room.

Meanwhile Jennifer went out with one thought crossing her mind.

I'm gonna fuck Sergeant Barnes

Might not be Captain America but Jennifer had to admit Sergeant James Barnes is a big fucking win. She looks down at Bucky's ass and hums with delight.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

.......................

After going to the hotel room Jennifer babbled about needing to change again and again joked about not keeping her balance but Bucky silences her and ensures its okay he likes her just the way she is.

"You don't need to hide." He trails his fingers through her hair. "You don't need to be ashamed. You're..."

Just say it Barnes.

"Beautiful."

Jennifer blushed.

"Green must be your favorite color."

"It is now." He smirked.

Jennifer raises her eyebrow.

Very smooth.

"But what if I hurt you? "

"Super soldier darling. " Bucky nods. "You can't hurt me. I can take it. Now come on, don't be shy."

"Shy?" Jennifer snorted. "I'm a lawyer. I'm not shy."

Bucky's hand goes on her arm.

"Then show me."

He growled the last part. His voice is low and deep. His eyes are full of hunger and lust. Jennifer bites her lip.

Fuck it!

She then pulls the super soldier in and kisses him. Bucky responds and pushes his tongue in. His tongue rolls along with hers. They kiss each other passionately. After several moments Jennifer breaks the kiss and goes back with a worried expression on her face. Bucky moaned at the loss of contact. He steps forward but Jennifer stops him.

"Wait!" Jennifer sighs. "We need to set some rules if we are gonna do this."

"Rules? Why?"

Jennifer gives him a look.

"Would you like some Hulk Super Soldier babies?"

"Uh no."

"Then you can probably guess what rule number 1 is gonna be."

Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Where are they?"

"In my bag."

As Bucky is looking through her bag Jennifer lists the other rules. No scratching, no biting, anything that risks cutting her skin is strictly forbidden and condom must be worn at all times. This is Jennifer's first time having sex as the She-Hulk she didn't know the risks or effects and she didn't want anything bad to happen to Bucky. If her blood got into his system...

Well... look what happened to Emil Bronsky.

Bucky suggested she was overreacting and maybe he's right maybe she is overreacting but if anything happened to Barnes she wouldn't forgive herself and she really didn't want to have Super Soldier Hulk babies.

The image of little green babies crawling around made Jennifer cringe.

Hell no.

"Alright, so how do you want to do this?" He asked.

"Umm..."

They decided to take turns removing each layer of their own clothing. As Jennifer points out with his super strength he could hurt her. Her skin is thick and strong but she is definitely not underestimating Barnes she is not taking the risk. Bucky respected her decision and removed his shirt. Jennifer's eyes go on his body.

"Damm." She muttered to herself.

He grins at her reaction.

Jennifer removes her jacket followed by her shirt. Bucky became more hungrier and desperate as she exposes her body to him. He wanted to reach out and rip that bra off her and devour her body whole.

"Ahem."

Bucky snaps out of his trance and removes his belt and pushes his pants down.

Jennifer responded by immediately by pushing her pants down.

Bucky steps forward and pushes his hand down her panties. A chuckle escapes his lips.

"Already soaking wet, you just couldn't help yourself."

"You're the one to talk." Jennifer trails her fingers over his manhood. Bucky groans and closes his eyes tight. "Uh huh." Jennifer smirks. "He is impatient."

Jennifer suddenly gasps as Bucky pulls her bra off. She glares at him but he smirks.

"I was careful."

Jennifer looks at her destroyed bra.

"I just had that made for me."

"Oh..."

"Its okay. I have a spare one."

The couple look at each other again.

Suddenly Bucky pushes Jennifer up against the wall and locks his lips with hers. The impact sent a vase flying of the table. The couple carried on where they left off they kissed each other, they pulled at each other's hair. Bucky tried to go for her panties but Jennifer quickly goes forward and sends them into the opposite wall. Bucky slams into the wall. Cracks form and spread up towards the ceiling. Before Bucky could acknowledge it Jennifer's lips is back on his again.

Bucky then gasps as Jennifer rips his underwear off. She holds up the underwear that are now spilt in half.

"That's for the bra by the way."

He gives her a challenging look.

Jennifer smirks.

Oh he has no idea what's gonna happen next.

Jennifer wraps her big hand around his balls. She then starts to massage his balls.

Bucky grits his teeth and he becomes tense. Jennifer kept going. A smirk forms on her lips as she increased the pace.

"Fuck!" Bucky shakes his head. "Jennifer...Ah!"

Jennifer kept going. She can sense the super soldier is getting desperate he wanted to get inside of her. Jennifer decided to let him wait. As She-Hulk she felt more confident more in control she will decide where this little session goes between them.

He continued to swear and curse her name. She started to stoke his length. Her finger is nearly the same length of his dick.

Holy...

Bucky could fight back. He could get her on that bed right now and fuck her until dawn however Bucky didn't want to. Part of him felt attracted to this strong, domineering side of the She-Hulk he liked being challenged by someone who has similar strength to him. It was hot it was feisty Bucky didn't want this to end.

Bucky felt himself getting close. Just as he is about to reach his climax Jennifer stops and lets go.

"Fuck!" Bucky throws his head back and bites down hard on his lip.

"Not yet." Jennifer purrs at him. "Also."

She throws the condom in his face. Bucky watched as she swayed her hips towards the bed. She turns her head and does a 'Come here ' gesture.

That made Bucky put his condom on quick.

He lies down on the bed. She climbs on top of him. Bucky's eyes widen when she shows her wet, green pussy.

Its huge!

Bucky needed that inside of him right now.

Jennifer runs her large hands over his body. She is in awe as she runs circles around his torso.

"Come to Mama."

She then leans forward and kisses his lips. Then she makes her way down his body. She took her time with his arm. She runs her fingers on his arm. Her eyes are wide with curiosity and fascination. She then kisses his arm it was slow and gentle. Bucky turns his head towards her. She looks up and smiles a him. A look of understanding and acceptance showed in her eyes. She wasn't bothered about his arm, she didn't care about his past what mattered is what is happening now and right now two super powered beings are here in this hotel room making love.

And it is incredible.

Jennifer lifts his hand and puts it on her breast. She gives an reassuring look. Bucky sits up as Jennifer moves closer. He places his other hand on her breast. He squeezes them. Jennifer moans. He kept going. He squeezes her hardened nipples and sends a trail of kisses from her collarbone all the way to the bottom of her stomach. At one point he goes to wrap his mouth one of the nipples but her worried face makes him stop.

So instead he uses his tongue. He licks her rolls his tongue along her abs. Each stroke from his tongue sent a wave of shock through Jennifer. She feels the heat forming at the bottom of her belly again. His little flicks with his tongue especially around her chest made her let out a series of incoherent words.

Eventually she pushes down on the bed. She straddles him. A low moan escapes her lips as she pushed Bucky deeper and deeper inside of her. Jennifer leans forward and lifts her hips slightly before getting Bucky deep inside again. Bucky lifts his hips to allow him to meet Jennifer for each thrust.

A series of noises and moans echoed in the room. Bucky throws his head back and let's out a curse as Jennifer continued to ride him. The couple eventually increased in pace. Jennifer jumps up and down. The bed squeaks under her weight. Each thrust caused more cracks to form on the wall. Ornaments, pictures and mirrors shake then they fall and smash on the floor.

"Bucks!" Jennifer gasped. "I'm close!"

Bucky increases his grip on her hair. He tugs her hair forward and gives her a devilish smirk.

"Same here doll."

" Okay. " She replied with a shaky sigh. "Okay!"

She rests her hands on the headboard and starts to reach her climax. The couple let out a cry as they both let it out. The final thrust causes the bed to tremble. Then the bed breaks and crashes on the ground. Jennifer squeals as she loses her balance and falls on the super soldier.

"Oww!"

She lifts her head up and looks round. Her mouth turns into an O when she sees the damage they have caused.

"Oh we are screwed."

A muffled response comes from below. Jennifer looks down. She then rolls her eyes.

"Seriously?"

She pulls Bucky out of her chest.

"Seriously what's with you and my breasts?"

Bucky gives her an innocent look.

Jennifer shakes her head and rolls to the side next to him.

"You seen the mess?"

Bucky looks round and nods.

"Yeah."

"Well?"

He shrugs.

"We'll deal with it in the morning."

His eyes go on her pool of cum.

"Don't even think about it." She warned him.

"Okay okay." He raises his hands in surrender. "I need to go and get rid of this."

He slides of the bed with the soaking wet condom in his hand. He then feels a hard slap on his ass. He turns round and raises his eyebrow. Jennifer shrugs.

"Sorry I always wanted to do that."

"Fair enough."

He then goes in the bathroom and closes the door behind him. Few moments later Bucky comes back and he stops at the bed.

Jennifer is back in human form and she is already fast asleep.

She turns on her side and snores loudly. Bucky huffs a smile.

Yeah she's gonna have a Hell of hangover in the morning.

.............

The next morning Bucky woke up and quickly got dressed. Jennifer is still asleep. Bucky assumed she will be out for quite a while.

He will be a gentleman and go and fetch her a nice cup of hot steaming coffee and some pills to help with the migraine she will wake up with.

The damages...

Bucky will deal with that later.

The super soldier then slips his jacket on and leaves the room. He finds Sam and Bruce in the dining room. Sam watched as Bucky walks over to the coffee machine and makes two cups of coffee.

"Soooooo." Sam leans on his elbow and gives Bucky a smirk. "How did it go?"

Bucky pours the sugar in and stirs into the coffee. Sam looked like a teenage girl waiting for some hot exclusive gossip. Bucky knew there is no point in denying it Sam will keep pushing for answers. So instead Bucky gives his friend a grin.

"Bit sore in some places but overall I feel great."

"What happened?" Bruce looked puzzled.

"So she's hard work?" Sam asked with a grin.

"Well." Bucky shrugs. "She's a lawyer after all."

Bruce continued to look confused. Bucky grabs a bottle of water and tucks it under his arm. He then picks up the two cups of coffee.

"Wait you are not staying for breakfast?"

"I don't think she will be up for it."

"Ahh." Sam said with realization. "Well tell her I said hi and I'll see you guys later. "

"I'll do that."

"Oh and Bucky."

"Yeah? "

Sam smiles a genuine smile.

"I'm happy for you. You deserve this."

Bucky gave him a small smile. He then turns and leaves the room.

As Bucky went past a specific scent travelled up Bruce's nostrils. Bruce knew that smell.

Sergeant Barnes smelt of sex.

The conversation between Sam and Bucky started to replay in Bruce's head.

Then all the pieces started to click together. Last night, sex, lawyer.

Bruce's eyes widen with realization. Images of his cousin and the super soldier started to flash across Bruce's mind. The images are so vivid and graphic Bruce can already hear the grunts, the moans and the roars.

"Oh God!"

"All good Banner?" Sam said with an amused look on his face.

Bruce looks down at his breakfast.

That disturbing imagery has took away his appetite.

"Banner?"

"Uh I think I need to um...I'm just gonna..."

Bruce stands up and quickly goes out of the room. Sam shrugs.

"Oh well more for me then."

He pulls Bruce's plate towards him and begins to eat.

Elsewhere Bruce spends the rest of day doing various mediation exercises wanting to cleanse his mind from all that X-Rated context.

Then a voice interrupts him.

"Hey Bruce!"

Jennifer waves through the glass at him. Bucky is standing next to her with his arm around her shoulders. Bruce blinks. He then raises his hand and waves back. Jennifer grins and she goes off with Bucky down the hallway. Bruce looks down. The images all come flooding back to his mind.

"Argh!"

Bruce drops his head into his hands and sighs heavily.

Great just fucking great.

The End

#fanfiction #one shot #marvel #she hulk #avengers fanfiction #smut #bucky barnes #jennifer walters #sam wilson #bruce banner #rare pairings #rare pairing #no spoilers #humour #she hulk attorney at law

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webtrinsic1122 · 2 years

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SHE HULK SPOILERS;

YOU DICKS DARE TO CALL JEN’S GREEN SKIN UGLY???? BITCH SHE’S A GODDESS

#jennifer walters #she hulk #spoilers #marvel

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jenelle-annalee · 1 year

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Books Read in 2022

1. A Court of Silver Flames- Sarah J. Maas

2. Told After Supper- Jerome K. Jerome

3. The Crazy Ladies of Pearl Street- Trevanian

4. To Kill a Kingdom- Alexandra Christo

5. The Father Christmas Letter- J.R.R. Tolkien

6. The Book of Doing and Being- Barnett Bain

7. The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August- Claire North

8. Northern Lights (Golden Compass)- Philip Pullman

9. The Subtle Knife- Phillip Pullman

10. The Amber Spyglass-Phillip Pullman

11. The Skincare Bible- Anjali Mahto

12. The Popular Culture Reader- John L. Nachbar Wright Jack, & Deborah Weiser

13. Another Roadside Attraction- Tom Robbins

14. Angels and Demons- Dan Brown

15. The Da Vinci Code- Dan Brown

16. The Vintage Tea Cup Club- Vanessa Greene

17. A Woman of Independent Means- Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey

18. The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart- Holly Ringland

19. Humankind: A Hopeful History- Rutger Bergman

20. Goddess- Kelly Gardi

21. Wild Animals I Have Known- Ernest Thompson Seton

22. Femme Fatale: Cinema’s Most Unforgettable Lethal Ladies- Dominique Manon and James Ursini

23. Crazy for the Storm- Norman Ollestad

24. The Power of Body Language: How to Succeed in Every Business and Social Encounter- Tonya Reiman

25. The Wolves of Willoughby Chase - Joan Aiken

26. Coffee, Tea, or Me? - "Trudy Baker" aka Donald Bain

27. Fifth Avenue, 5 AM: Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and the Dawn of the Modern Woman- Sam Wasson

28. Audrey: Her Story- Alexander Walker

29. The Complete Films of Audrey Hepburn - Jerry Vermiyle

30. Audrey Hepburn: An Elegant Spirit, a Son Remembers- Sean Hepburn Ferrer

31. Gigi- Collette

32. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes- Anita Loos

33. Chalice- Robin McKinley

34. Dragon's Bane - Patricia Wrede

35. The Golem and the Jinni- Helene Wecker

36. The Prince and the Dressmaker- Jen Wang

37. The Path Made Clear- Oprah Winfrey

38. Lumberjanes- Shannon Watters, Grace Ellis, Gus Allen, and ND Stevenson

39. The Hidden Palace - Helene Wecker

40. Brazen: Rebel Ladies Who Rocked the World- Penelope Bagieu

41. Strange Practice- Vivian Shaw

42. Dreadful Company- Vivian Shaw

43. All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories Of Queer Teens Throughout The Ages- edited by Saundra Mitchell

44. The Library at Mount Char- Scott Hawkins

45. Grave Importance- Vivian Shaw

46. Verity- Colleen Hoover

47. Bravely- Maggie Stiefvater

48. 1602- Neil Gaiman

49. She Come By It Natural: Dolly Parton and the Women Who Lived Her Songs- Sarah Smarsh

50. Gallant- V.E. Schwab

51. Lore Olympus Vol. 1- Rachel Smythe

52. I'll Have What She's Having: My Adventures in Celebrity Dieting- Rebecca Harrington

53. Lore Olympus Vol. 2- Rachel Smythe

54. Moon Cakes- Suzanne Walker & Wendy Xu

55. The Tea Dragon Society- Katie O'Neill

56. The Tea Dragon Festival- Katie O'Neill

57. Travels with Foxfire: Stories of People, Passions, and Practices from Southern Appalachia- Foxfire Fund Inc.

58. My Year of Rest and Relaxation - Ottessa Moshfegh

59. Seance Tea Party- Reimenga Yee

60. Dolly Parton, Songteller: My Life in Lyrics- Dolly Parton and Robert K. Oermann

61. Lightfall: The Girl and the Galdurian

62. Tidesong- Wendy Xu

63. Name of the Wind- Patrick Rothfuss

64. The Girl from the Sea- Molly Knox Ostertag

65. Lightfall: The Shadow of the Bird

66. Neon Gods- Katee Robert

67. The Lighthouse Witches- C. J. Cooke

68. Six Crimson Cranes- Elizabeth Lim

69. I'd Rather Be Reading: The Delights and Dilemmas of the Reading Life- Anne Bogel

70. The Secret History- Donna Tartt

71. The Near Witch- V. E. Schwab

72. The Good Demon- Jimmy Cajole

73. The Illustrated Man - Ray Bradbury

74. Nettle & Bone- T. Kingfisher

75. Dracula- Bram Stoker

76. My Best Friend's Exorcism- Grady Hendrix

77. Batman: The Ultimate Evil- Andrew Vachss

78. World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments- Aimee Nezhukumatathil

79. Odd and the Frost Giants- Neil Gaiman

80. How to Hygge: The Nordic Secrets to a Happy Life- Signe Johansen

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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get to know me better :)

Tag 10 people you wanna know better

Thank you for the tag: @hottpinkpenguin

Relationship Status: in one :)

Favorite Color(s) : orange, forest green, mustard yellow, royal blue

Favorite Food: chicken pho

Song stuck in my head: that one french version of chrissy wake up thats sang in a really condescending tone.

Last thing you googled: nothin fun just the tour date for the ghost/mastodon/spiritbox show im going to bc i forgot the date and forgot to check the tickets

Time: 23:21

Dream Trip: ireland or scotland but i do not go back home. or belgium tbh that place looks so chill and walkable and not polluted.

Last thing you read: A Woman’s Place is in the Brewhouse! its this lovely nonfiction about the culture of beer and how women are the real brewers of history and how women have always spearheaded beer culture despite it being a stereotypical “man thing” and deals a lot with revisionist history in culture and religion literally dating back to the ancient world. there's a really cool section about the ancient sumerian goddess of beer thats like directly next to a passage about one of the OG craft brewers of the american craft beer scene who actually opened THREE spots in philly and ive personally had a lot of conversations with her picking her brain about women in modern beer culture.

Last book you enjoyed reading: see above, but also A Touch of Jen, starts out as psychosexual obsession with a woman over social media, very quickly takes a left turn to kafka-esque, cronenberg-ian body horror

Last book you hated reading: i had to put down colleen hoover bc her writing style reads very YA which is valid and a lot of peoples thing but 100000% not mine.

Favorite thing to cook/bake: i really like cooking halloumi bc its easy and the tastiest thing ever, that and making soups.

Favorite craft to do in your free time: cosplaying and knitting!!

Most niche dislike: i dont think this is niche but like the entire experience of driving. especially like right after i cut someone off and and they act like i killed them, or if i have a friend in the car and they tell me i drive “too safe” and try to rag on me to drive faster. but like. i just want to live in a walkable city.

Opinion on circuses: i am anti. bc if it has animals, its abusive and should be abolished. if it doesn't have animals, its ethical and morally and legally fine, but personally gives me the ick. i cringe.

Do you have any sense of direction: very much so i am a champ at navigating

Tell us about your D&D character: she's a bard and a greek maenad, dionysus’ main side piece! she was recently gifted a magical flask which can release a geyser of wine in defense if i need to get away quickly. she's firey, mean, spoiled, wildly connected to nobles of the land, and the charisma lead of the team. think nicole richie in 2006 but also a bard in ancient greece.

No pressure tags: @magic-multicolored-miracle @joz-stankovich @forenschik @santacarlahorrorshow @lothcatlady @super-unpredictable98 @firstpersonnarrator @nathanxyoung @sharknadoslutt @jae-writes-fanfiction

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the-firebird69 · 10 months

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Clavalo Construction Inc. | Projects

So our son says you make it a house are you building a house up there wood frame that high up the winds are always up and steel and heavy gauge studs you would feel where the concrete he's kind of like making fun of you correctly cuz that's stupid. And you're impressing someone still we told u to sue you. Going to sue you for more and for using these big contractors names because we bought these companies and we told you can't use the name because the project changed hands back to you because we did not want to be attached to these projects cuz they're being like s*** now it's turning into a bigger suit but not one that's more important and her son is quick to point out that you're impersonating someone usually it means that you're trying to absorb their identity and we're going to assassinate you once we bring you to court and get permission. Let me know about you too you're not the only ones and we've got a list of people you got to have the green light on you we're talking about your bitch daughter. Might as well add Gaga to the list while thinking of it and it's three idiots from bananarama and we're going to assassinate them and two of them are the idiots who go down to the fisherman's village and try and grab our son physically thinking that he's not awake or something and what they noticed is he's a lot faster than what we think and looks at other people and they got hit after they did that the first time and they got hit after the second time and killed and they got killed bad last time shot in the head they haven't been around he said it's because they were shot in the head right now we are forming up groups to go after Trump's just here and pulling them out we're going to sue these people and they're using our names in vain there's only one on the bottom Canon construction that's the only construction company that we don't own because it's theirs and the referencing some idiot who fired cannons from the states into Mexico many years ago and it was not William it was their copy of him the rocket Man the automobile car rocket Man and he is a spaz now it sounds like mac is singing your praise in his Elton John songs she might want to look at that

Bitol and Goddess Wife

We are speaking to and sound like angering your responses while I tell you what we're going to do to you you're a peavish little b**** and we're going to turn it up on you. We hope you understand you trying to embarrass him and you're trying to say that it's his wife but you said it about the Melissa character and usually we're killing tons of yours off and really wasn't even much erase but there's a lot of you it's probably why you're doing the stupid crap it says to the bja people that you were doing it and that's what you care about and we don't care about that so really Melissa AKA Jen had to do this and she did not have you keep the contractors names on there but we're going to serve you tomorrow and Mac is approving right now he says and we can see him approving it. We are going to make a motion in court to dissolve your Canon construction company too and other such companies HMC and evlc and storm and we're going to take them over and of course we will not use your name you're known as an idiot in construction and these construction techniques are barbaric and should be illegal especially in California where wood is not a great medium to use and everybody knows it except you of course if you're not a construction person and they're not an engineer and people know it and you should be blacklisted and we're going to start proceeding to do that everywhere especially here it's a great idea cuz you tried doing it your son you still are in a blacklist you in every industry as well

And on what you call your own Island cuz that's not your Island that's our son's domain and he's wiping you out right now with forces we have down there and yeah they're called Tortugans and a Giants

Thor Freya

You want to sit here and piss me off and think I'm not going to do anything and you're wrong again and we do it every time and it takes tons of your stuff and you don't care so you have to keep doing to you until you figure out why you're ignoring it and I do know why but you yourself should care and you don't seem to that's the mystery have an idea it's your woman and most women who are Satanist and Lori was found out. And Mac had her put on ice. She's the boss of the women

Zues

I gonna sue the living s*** out of you. I need it too I'm coming up there and I'm going to sue you for real right now and he wants all the equipment I don't know you put it somewhere else so he said to say what's your cranes everything that's up there too things are on the job site we're going to go and grab your things out of your house is too Dave you keep trying to do it to him and we have search warrants from the federal government your terrorists.

Literally obscene losers but really you're freaking morons we're going to take all your stuff because you want to sit here and be jerks and all of your clan just to get to you and we will get to you soon and you can see it in the movies you're going after each other father and son how wonderful what idiots and by the way you don't have much time left dan you don't have much time left at all. Anaconda begins today and you've already been hit and Marked. You want to know what happens next you can't figure it out now you have that nice movie up that's Tommy wants the house and he hates you and says all this stuff is what you're doing cartoon balloons and things it's not true he does the majority of that it doesn't matter to me it's a different case and a different point you're a loser you're constantly say that it's frustrating cuz you're so dumb that is a different matter your matter with us is that your a piece of s*** that needs to be burned

Katyia Equiz

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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years

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It's All Greek to Me

Summary: A small cult of prostitutes sacrificing their clients to the goddess Aphrodite pops up in Kansas City, and Sam and Dean put a stop to them with the help of a professor from the University of Kansas, who tags along with the brothers to translate the cult’s rituals. On their drive back to Lawrence, Y/N reveals what she’d like as payment for her help in stopping the renegade cult.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean (no wincest) Rating: 18+ Tags: Professor!Reader, Multi-Lingual!Reader, slightly Dom!Sam, Bros Being Bros, Talented Tongues, Blow Job, Road Head, Impala Sex, Orgasm Control, Implied Threesome Word Count: 1,195 Bingo Squares: @samwinchesterbingo - Free Space | @spnkinkbingo - Road Head | @spndeanbingo - Road Head | @anyfandomkinkbingo - Orgasm Control | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Orgasm Denial

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“I still don’t get how you suspected what that cult was up to so quickly,” Sam questioned again as he, Dean and Y/N all bundled into the Impala for the return journey: back to Lawrence and the University of Kansas for Y/N, then on to Lebanon and the bunker for the Winchester brothers.

“I mean, you said you had to be there in person to translate the rituals properly and write the counter incantations out for us, but it was like you already knew what we needed to do before they even finished.”

Sam had been suspicious ever since the professor had insisted on coming with them in person, apparently so she could make sure the intricacies of her counter curses against the cult were carried out accurately. But he also suspected that she’d wanted to see the rituals in person for another reason, which she wasn’t being candid about. He hoped she wasn’t planning on writing a book about this or anything. They didn’t need to advertise that sacrificial cults to ancient Greek deities actually worked, even in academic circles.

“Give it a rest, Sammy,” Dean scoffed. He’d shot down Sam’s worries about Y/N every time Sam had tried to have a quiet word with him. Dean was never one to suspect the pretty faces. “Just be glad we locked up Aphrodite nice’n’tight and didn’t have to kill any prostitutes to do it,” he wiggled his eyebrows at Sam through the rearview mirror, a stupid grin on his face.

“I don’t think you actually want to sleep with any of ‘em, Dean,” Sam rolled his eyes. “They were literally sacrificing their johns no two hours ago.”

“Yeah, but they were doing it to get the low down on pleasing your man from the Love Goddess herself,” Dean reasoned, his eyes getting a far away look in their green irises. “Bet they learned some neat tricks before we cramped their style,” he smirked at his brother again and Sam huffed under his breath in frustration, settling into the back seat of the Impala as they sped down the highway towards Lawrence.

“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered to himself, and Y/N giggled in the front seat.

“What?” Dean asked, side-eyeing her while he drove.

“I just don’t know how you guys ever pull off being FBI partners or whatever other ruses you use,” Y/N laughed lightly, glancing back at Sam over her shoulder with a playful smile. “You’re so clearly brothers, it’s nuts.”

“Hey, we can be good actors when we’ve gotta be,” Dean protested with an offended snort under his breath. “It’s just harder when there’s a pretty lady around to distract us.” He pulled his eyes off the road and winked at Y/N, sending her into a renewed fit of giggles, and Sam rolled his eyes again behind the pair of them.

God, Dean was incorrigible.

“Is there anything else hard because of the distracting, pretty lady?” Y/N asked with wide, innocent eyes, fluttering her lashes in Dean’s direction, and the Impala swerved to the right, skating over the rumble strips on the side of the road and sending the car shaking beneath them. She looked in the rearview mirror and shot Sam a wink, which sent him sitting bolt upright in his seat.

She’s just as bad as Dean, he thought, caught off guard. Was she really coming on to both of them?

The car swerved again – violently.

“Woah! Whatcha doin’ there sweetheart?” Dean asked, looking at Y/N in nervous surprise. Sam saw the professor’s shoulder moving at an odd angle and he understood what must have just happened – she was groping Dean in the front seat, hand kneading over his crotch methodically while he tried valiantly to keep driving straight. Sam gulped awkwardly, suddenly feeling very hot under the collar of his plaid shirt.

“Well…” she mused, still touching Dean unashamedly while turning around to look Sam up and down over the back of her bench seat, “I did say I’d think of a way you could thank me for helping you guys solve your little prostitute problem,” Y/N smiled toothily, and Sam felt himself blushing under her lecherous examination. “I want you. Both of you,” she clarified, gaze swivelling between the brothers.

“A-at the same time?” Dean stuttered, moaning under his breath when she squeezed him a little harder. God, he must be uncomfortable in those jeans by now, Sam thought absently. His own body was starting to get a little excited by the conversation, and Y/N hadn’t even laid a hand on him yet.

“I can handle it if you boys can,” Y/N shrugged.

A challenge.

“Plus, if you needed a little more convincing…” She got up onto her knees on the bench seat, and Sam couldn’t see what her hands were doing, but he figured it was a safe bet that she was undoing Dean’s pants and pulling his cock out for him. He could see his brother white knuckling the steering wheel, trying very hard not to crash his precious car.

“My knack for languages has given me a… talented tongue, shall we say?” Y/N looked back at Sam, a wicked glint in her eyes. “One I’m pretty sure you share, Sam. I’d love to test my theory.”

Without thinking too hard about it, Sam scooted forwards in his seat and pulled Y/N into a kiss, keenly demonstrating just how talented a tongue he possessed. Their moans combined and filled the small space of the car’s interior, echoing softly against the fabric coated metal frame.

“Shit.” Sam heard Dean swear and pulled back from the kiss, smirking at his brother through the rearview mirror.

“She wasn’t wrong about that tongue, Dean,” he breathed heavily, chest heaving a little in excitement. “I think you should show him, darlin’.” Sam brushed a lock of hair over her shoulder, carefully putting his hand on the back of her neck and pushing her face down towards his brother’s lap, where she eagerly swallowed down the erection that Sam made a conscious effort to avoid looking at directly.

Dean groaned heavily, head lolling back on his shoulders briefly before he remembered that he needed to be keeping his eyes on the road. Sam heard Y/N’s muffled giggle at his reaction, but she kept her head down, absorbed in her task.

“Bet you can’t last until we get back to Lawrence,” Sam teased Dean, seeing the beads of sweat starting to gather at the base of his hairline. His brother glanced at the clock, then out the window to see a sign that said – University of Kansas: 30 miles.

“If I can, what do I win?” Dean asked, voice very clearly strained. “I get to fuck her first?”

“Dude, c’mon, we’re fucking her at the same time. You heard what she asked for,” Sam laughed. “But if you don’t cum before we get there, I’ll let you cum in her pussy before I do.”

“Fuck…” Dean sighed shakily. “Yeah, I can hold out for that.”

“Good man,” Sam clapped Dean on the shoulder. “Now please just get us there without crashing.”

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Halloween Costumes (2023)

Skaar: Samurai Jack

Rick: A Disney Prince

Jen: Cowboy Barbie

Red: Zombie

Hulk: A highland cow

Samuel: Cruella De-vil

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──➤ Roronoa Zoro sent you a love letter to celebrate +400 followers, would you like to read it?

@newfriendjen sent a letter : ❝Hi Friend! Congrats again on your 400!! You definitely deserve many more! If you still have a spot open for you event (ignore if you filled them!), can I request: Smut Prompt #15 with Zoro 😏 please and thank you so much!❞ the author sent a letter : ❝dear jen, to say i got a bit carried while writing this is a bit of an understatement! but i hope you’ll like it as much as i liked writing it, all while cackling like a villain as i was writing this. thank you tons for the sweet words, you are such a sweetheart and i’m so lucky to know you! sending you lots of love! sealed with a kiss, nikki.❞

──➤ Prompt used : #15 “Look at what you’re doing to me.” ─➤ Genre : Smut. ➤ Warnings : MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Sexual intercourse, jealous sex, mild degradation, choking, biting, cunninlingus, penetration, spanking (once), sir kink.

The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.

Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.

Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)

And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.

« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.

Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.

« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »

The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »

« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.

« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.

You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.

The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »

The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »

The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.

« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.

« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.

And by show, the navigator undoubtedly meant the sudden appearance of the Sunny’s resident lover who had stormed out of the kitchen with a plate of different kinds of treats and cocktails for his ladies, spoiling them rotten on sunny days if it meant he could allow his eyes to linger a bit on your bodies in bikinis.

The first act of the show had begun in a flashy manner, as soon as Sanji closed the door leading to the kitchen behind him, the plate he was holding had fell onto the floor, a loud echo reasoning into the swordsman’s ears who was stuck in a deep state of slumber… Until now.

« I must have saved a country in my previous life to be worthy of such a privilege. » Sanji sobbed, falling onto his knees, « Y/N, you’re a goddess amongst us, we’re not worthy, I’m not worthy of your beauty. I will worship you everyday, I will cover you in love until my very last breath! » The cook continued, more and more praises falling from his lips in a continuous cascade as your cheeks were getting more and more red by the second. Alas, the more the blonde sang your praises, the more the swordsman was stirring awake— and if there was one thing Zoro hated with passion besides Sanji, it was waking up to loud noises.

Sanji had approached you, on one knee, the back of your hand pressed against his lips as the tears falling from his lips mixed with the blood leaking from his nose. « Thank you, my goddess, thank you for blessing my sore eyes. Words can’t describe how—… » And he went on and on again, his lips still traveling from the back of your hand to your forearm under Nami’s disgusted stare who yanked you away from him.

« My goddess—… »

« Oi! Do you ever shut up, stupid cook? » And despite the numerous occasions on which Zoro and Sanji have fought, Zoro’s words seemed intensely more acerbic, as sharp as the swords laying to his side, which even surprised Sanji.

« Were you talking to me, mosshead? » Sanji taunted.

« I don’t see anyone else here acting like a damn fool. » Zoro began, his sole eye conveying so much anger you could feel it. « Know your place. »

Nami elbowed Robin once more, the latter having long forgotten about the book sitting on her lap at this point. Sanji stepped towards the swordsman, dangerously reducing the space between the both of them until their foreheads were touching. There was no frown noticeable on Zoro’s face, but a blank expression which let through a pure anger. « She belongs to me, hands off what’s mine. » The swordsman spat, his shoulder hitting Sanji’s as he walked past him, leaving the cook in a stupor.

« Oi! You. » He said, pointing at your frame with his index. « Follow me. You and I are gonna’ have a word. »

He cursed himself for allowing his gaze to fall on your form, knowing damn well that with each second he spent looking at you in this green bikini (this damn color, he thought), the more he was falling under the spells casted by the muses of lust.

« Go get some! » Nami whispered, her tongue gracing her bottom lip.

« We expect all the details afterwards, my dear Y/N. » Robin giggled.

You had barely enough time to form any kind of response that you felt the foreign presence of Zoro’s digits snaking around your wrists and yanking you towards him. « Hey, I’m sure we can talk about this calmly, right? We can chat about it over a drink, I’ll ask Sanji to—… » Alas, your sentence never found its end, your mind going numb at the death glare Zoro sent your way as you mentioned Sanji’s name. But, paradoxically enough, it only fueled your arousal even more.

Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, trapping you and him both inside the same room. And as the silence grew heavier and heavier, until becoming asphyxiating, Zoro’s snicker broke the silence in the most mischievous way. A look of confusion was painted on your face, and you were quick to point at it. « W-What are you laughing at? »

« Do you think I’m fucking stupid? » Zoro half-asked.

You tilted your head to the side, slowly backing away until your back met the unforgiving surface of the wooden wall. « Answer me. » He demanded, one of his hand grabbing both of your wrists in one hold pinned above your head whilst his other hand cradled your jaw so you had no choice but devote your attention onto him.

« I don’t know what you’re talking about. » You pleaded, cheeks burning under the rosy tone as you felt his uneven breaths crashing against the column of your neck.

Wrong answer, Zoro shoved his knee between your already trembling legs. « You like the attention, hah? You love it when that pervert of a cook was throwing himself on you, is that it? Tch. » He was feeding his lust off of the scared expression on your face, blood rushing in the tightest space possible by the second.

« No answer, huh? ‘Guess I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, because it looks like you forgot who you belong to. » And with that, he dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking motions to form the most ravishing love bite— a symbol of belonging if you will. You squealed at the sudden sensation of his pearly whites inking his name into your skin, giving him exactly the reaction he was anticipating.

You rocked your hips against the thigh settled between your legs, a desperate attempt at getting some friction for your poor and aching core in need for attention. Zoro clicked his tongue once more at your antics, choosing to hush you by continuing the trail of hickeys adorning your martyr of a neck. « Care to explain what you’re doing? Throwing yourself on my thigh because you couldn’t get the shit cook, hah? You’re so fucking desperate, it makes me want to leave you there all alone. »

« Zoro! Please don’t, don’t leave me! I just need you, I don’t need anyone else but you! I promise I’ll be good but please, please, don’t leave me. » You pleaded, a clear veil of despair covering your eyes under his impassible expression.

The façade worn off soon, letting a smirk throne amongst his facial features instead. « Who do you belong to? » Zoro demanded, gliding the hand that was under your chin to your throat and applied just enough pressure to make sure to earn absolute submissiveness out of you.

« Y-You… » You choked out, the lack of oxygen marrying so well with your growing arousal.

His smirk only grew wider, a real testimony of the sick thoughts implanted in his brain that would make a demon blush. Both of his hand retreated to his side, gaze falling on the unmissable erection showing through his dark pants. His eyes alternated between you and the bulge in his pants, your mouth going dry at the wordless order. « If you want to be a whore, then be a good whore and suck me off, yeah? Don’t give me those eyes, you want it. »

You sunk to your knees, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation for what was bound to come. And whilst your eyes were stuck on his form, your fingers were busy tugging down at his pants to reveal his grey underwear stained with pre-cum. The sight of this alone was enough to send yet another wave of arousal down to your core. And as his cock sprung free from the constriction of his boxers, his girth slapping against his exposed abdomen and the tip rouge from anticipation, you were convinced you could’ve come undone from the sight of this alone.

« Suck. » He ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your towards his aching cock and the veil of pre-cum coating the tip.

And thus it began. You flattened your tongue, drawing a large lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip where you finished with a few kitten licks, knowing damn well the head was where all the nerves devoted to pleasure were hidden. « Don’t tease and put your mouth to good use, whore. » Zoro said, almost betrayed by the groan threatening to be released.

Following the rules of performative language, you began to rock your head back and forth around his cock, making sure that your tongue was coating in a lustful love each inch of his girth whilst hums of pleasure were leaving your lips as you went. The hold of your hair in Zoro’s fist grew tighter and so did the metaphorical knots in his stomach as you went along, until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat— such enticing sensation earned a growl out of him. Fuck.

« F-Fuck. Look at what you’re doing to me… Ah! Shit. Enough! » He ordered, yanking your head away from his cock, and the sight of the corners of your mouth dripping with the sweet marriage of his pre-cum and your drool could have provoked an orgasm out of him at this very moment.

« It’s too soon, and it’d be giving you what you want, huh? Too fucking bad, I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna love it. Ya’ hear me? » He asked without really asking, and taken by a rush of lust, you could only nod in return. « Y-Yes. » You stuttered. « You’re missing something. » Zoro added. You swallowed thickly before adding « Yes, yes, sir. » Your response caused an ill-intentioned snicker to fall from his lips. « That’s right. Now get on your back, and make sure to be as loud as you can, I want everyone on this damn ship to hear how I can make you scream. »

Zoro’s glorious height forced you to lay back until your spine touched the mattress where all the sins would soon break free. The smirk on his face never left, a pure testimony of what all the sinful deeds he was bound to accomplish. You were now trapped between his forearms, hips circled by his knees— bending under his dominance. « Did you wear that for me? » Zoro asked, slapping the string of the bikini top against your skin.

« I d-did, it’s all for you because I’m all yours. » Your response caused a chuckle to break from his lips, sweet words feeding his ego some more. And in a flash, his fingers had ripped said bikini top in half (you made a mental note that you now owed a serious debt to Nami), and there you were, (almost) in all you bare glory. « Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me. »

Zoro wasted no time and threw all caution out of the window as his mouth latched onto your breasts, the motions of his tongue around your bud causing your spine to pay homage to the moon from how arched it was. His pink muscle flickered around your nipple before he swallowed your breast whole, his drool covering your flesh in a sinful veil. And because he was such a giver for his pretty girl, he gave the same treatment to the other breast whilst gasps left your lips over and over again at the methodical motions of his tongue, your anatomy held no secret for him.

« Are you going shy on me now? Did you forget what I said? » He trailed off, reducing the space between his lips and your ear, « I said I want you to be fucking loud. »

And with that, he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach before tearing apart (once more) your poor martyr of a bikini bottom under your desperate attempts to keep it intact. Were you challenging him? Oh well… Zoro has always been the type to face any challenge thrown his way. « Zoro—… Sir, please! » You pleaded, not knowing really why.

« You’re such a desperate little thing, huh? » He leaned down to face your core, glistening in its lustful glory for him and him only. Zoro pressed a finger against your folds, dragging it vertically to obtain a finger pad covered in your slicks. « So fucking wet for me already? ‘Bet that shit cook can’t make you as wet as me. » He stated, confidence embedded in his every word. « Only you can make me feel this way, sir. » You replied before he crashed his lips onto yours in an uncharacteristically sweet manner to cut you off. « And why’s that? » The swordsman asked, already knowing the answer. « Because… Because I belong to you. » He pressed yet another kiss against your lips for having given the answer that had been lingering on his mind. « Good girl. »

Your reward came in the form of his tongue brushing your folds, flickering motions against your sensitive bud sending you in overdrive as continuous waves of pleasure washed over you ceaselessly, the knots in your stomach tightening each time his tongue touched you. Two of his digits poked your entrance, teasing you to let your torture last before they penetrated you. The sudden sensation caused you to let out a dragged whimper accompanied by his name coated in a sinful tone. « S-Sir please, please just fuck me— I can’t take the teasing, ahh, fuck, fuck! Please, please! » You begged, eyelids shutting close under the pleasure.

But your pleas fell in deaf ears as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, sucking onto your sensitive bud to build an orgasm within you that he was bound to deny. He knew you were close by the way you were holding his green hair, tugging him ever closer to your core to amplify the inferno burning within you. But alas, to your greatest displeasure, all the motions ceased in one go under the hint of mischief glowing in his eye.

« You’re gonna cum on my terms, and when I say so. Got it? » He seethed, knowing damn well that his own end was going to arrive soon. He gave his girth a few experimental pumps, allowing the pre-cum to cover his length before shoving the entirety of his cock in one go inside you, barely leaving enough time for your cunt to stretch correctly— and saying that a elongated moan left your lips was an euphemism, the sick grin plastered upon his face grew more and more as the sounds of pleasure drowned in his eardrums. « You’re so fucking tight, shit! » He breathed out, « Look at your pretty cunt swallowing me whole. »

The rhythm of his hips followed the scheme of a crescendo, each slam of his hips against your derrière drew a clearer portrait of both Zoro’s end and your own climax. The nature of the rhythm itself indicated that he was chasing after his own end, and with his head thrown back and his irises dilated under the hunger to satiate the raging fires breaking loose in his abdomen by the second. « S-Sir, it feels— Ah! It feels so good! »

The tip of his cock kissed ever so precisely the roof of your cervix where a panel of nerves designed to draw a lustful reaction out of you every time he thrusted into you. Your vision became more and more blurry until a liquid veil covered your eyes as pearls of tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. Under the pressure of each of Zoro’s thrusts, your body bent to his will and soon you had no longer control over your legs that used to be around his waist, only to be picked up by the swordsman who threw your legs over his shoulder, thus allowing him to reach a deeper part in you and the cries leaving your lips were just the proof of how good he made you feel.

More and more cries echoed against the wooden walls of the room, your sounds of pleasure marrying the groans falling from his lips in a cascade. « Ah, fuck, fuck! R-Right there, please! Shit…! » You pleaded to fuel him some more. His nails were digging into the luscious flesh of your thighs, drawing rouge crescents in his wake.

« Who do you belong to? » He groaned out, his eye admiring the lustful look on your face.

« Y-You! I belong to you, fuck, you a-and no one else! » You attempted to reply mid-moan.

But as much as Zoro knew your anatomy, you also happened to be an expert of his— and the way he planted his nails into your skin, the raw groans loosing their chains to be set free and the way his thighs were shaking… Everything announced the beginning of his own end.

« Cum with me… Now! » He ordered, letting his hand crash against your buttcheek in the process. And there it was, the marriage of two lovers under the spell of lust. The rhythm of his thrusts reached their apex, all whilst he painted your walls with the white color of passion. His own cum was mixing with your own elixir of pleasure leaking from your throbbing core as your cunt was clenching around his cock in despair. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours were long gone now, the room was solely filled with heavy breaths and his name falling from your lips over and over again like a forbidden prayer.

Although Zoro’s stamina knew no bounds, he felt like the oxygen had been knocked off of his lungs. But perhaps it was the price to pay if it meant he could observe you in all your post-orgasm glory after holding it inside you for so long. God, he was so proud of you, proud of every mark he had left onto your skin, proud of the way your skin gleamed under the sweat, proud of being your lover.

« ’S alright, ’s alright. I’m going to pull out, breathe. » Zoro demanded, the sweet tone reserved for you only finding its way back around his words. His digits snaked around his girth to pull out of you, only to witness the satisfying marriage of your cum and his own. You were so good to him.

And whilst you remained unable to move, Zoro fell to your side, his arms quick to lock you into an embrace as your head rested on his chest, his frenetics heartbeats echoing in your eardrums. You loved the peace of the aftermath of any sexual activity involving Zoro, you loved how peace seemed to bend his facial features in the most enticing way.

He was the first one to break the silence, pressing his lips against your forehead whilst he tugged you impossibly closer to him like a reminder that you were indeed here, and would always be. « So whose plan was this, hah? » He asked, earning a giggle out of you in response. « It was Nami’s, although Robin helped too. She said I would one hundred percent ‘get laid’ if I wore this. » You answered, head tilting towards the poor green bikini torn in pieces.

« That witch can go to hell. » Zoro groaned, but the raw tone of his voice was betrayed by the sweet caresses of his digits down your forearm.

« I mean, her plan did happen so I think it’s a win for her. It’s not like you regret what happened, mhm? » Alas, nothing but silence in return. « Zoro? » You called him, but an angel passed. « Zoro! » You repeated more sternly, and this time you were met with the sound of his snores— of course, typical Zoro fashion.

Well, you knew who you were going to thank now.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa #one piece x reader #one piece smut #zoro one piece #zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #Pirate Hunter Zoro #one piece zoro #zoro imagine #zoro one shot

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vhsrights · 3 years

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A Fast Pass To Love

Pairing: Jemily

Summary: Emily had never been to a theme park, much less Disney Land before. JJ decides to the change that with a week long extravaganza, but some fun things happen on day 1...

WC: 4.7k words

For Mom, Mama, and the rest of the kids of the wack house. (i love all yall) @dykejareau @prentitss @dragisthegame @bridget19 @jay-writes-jemily @ssa-urnansironingboard

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“Emily, the first rule of theme parks is to wear comfortable shoes and no short shorts. You’re going to get a sunburn.” JJ sat on the bed, watching her towel-laden girlfriend look through her suitcase.

“But these ones make me look cute. Fine, I guess I’ll just have to wear these ripped jeans and my green flannel with the graphic tee. Are you all ready?” Emily finished rifling through her things and slipped into the bathroom.

“Yeah, I’m all dressed. I just need to put on my mascara, hat, and shoes. We still have like 20 minutes before we leave, so just go according to that.” JJ tugged at her watch and moved to the edge of the bed, leaning towards the wall mirror to apply her mascara.

Emily spends little time in the bathroom, zipping through her routine and deftly putting on her clothes. She washed her face and put on moisturizer before throwing open the door and reentering the quaint bedroom. Their room had a view of the buzzing city below but was drab with bland walls and sparse artwork. A king bed decorated the middle of the room positioned directly opposite the magnanimous flat screen. The room may have been drab, but its accessories all but made up for it.

“Your mascara face is cute,” Emily announced, watching her girlfriend carefully apply the product, her lips just barely parted.

“Oh, really?” JJ finished her left side and paused, turning to look back at the brunette. She grinned at the devilish smile on her girlfriend’s face and faced the mirror once more.

“Yeah, I think you should do it more often.” JJ looked at Emily through the mirror and playfully rolled her eyes. She then felt the bed sink under Emily’s weight as the brunette climbed on from the other side.

Emily inched forward, careful to not disrupt JJ’s mascara. She knew from experience that it was not a good choice. Coming up behind the blonde, Emily snaked her hands around JJ’s waist. She set her head gingerly on JJ’s shoulder, beaming at their reflection. This trip was a first for her and she couldn’t think of anyone better to do it with. After another minute, JJ brought the tube down, carefully sealing it and setting it off to the side. She leaned back against Emily and placed her own hands on top of hers. “Babe, come on. I’m done. Are you all set with the backpacks and stuff?” She spoke quietly, relaxing into Emily’s embrace. No matter the time, she always found sanctuary in the brunette’s arms.

“But how about, we just sit here? I don’t want to move.” Emily fake pouted.

“Sure, if you want to miss the water rides and all of the food shops,” JJ answered calmly, knowing that Emily simply needed a little incentive to get moving.

“Oh, never mind. Let’s go. I think everything is packed. Here, I have the list so we can go over it.” Emily fished around in her pocket for a quick second before pulling out a neatly folded piece of lined paper.

JJ chuckled and moved to grab the dark backpack from the edge of the bed. Grabbing its zippers, she opened it quickly and waited expectantly for Emily. The brunette muttered the first part of the list as she quietly checked with herself for the things that she was responsible for.

“Okay, I have all of the snacks and the water. Do you have the medkit, the socks, the fresh shirt and pants for us both, and sunscreen?” She repeated each item slowly, double-checking with the blonde. The method was tried and true, and once they’d gotten through it all, they were out the door.

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“Never? You’ve got to be kidding. There’s no way. It’s not possible.” JJ sat on the carpet on top of her folded legs. She had an incredulous look, not understanding how what Emily was saying could be true.

“Nope. I’m serious, never. Mother just was never the kind for theme parks. Plus, she always had a stick up her ass so because she didn’t want to go, I couldn’t either. She would just find extra lessons to stick me in.” Emily sipped her dry, red wine.

“It was odd never knowing what got kids so excited at theme parks. I mean, what’s so cool about waiting in line for hours on end just to be thrown around in a metal car?”

“Oh. My. God. I cannot believe you! That’s it. You, Emily Prentiss, are coming with me on a trip to Disney World. We are doing a full week-long trip so that you can see the magic that so many kids that go there, love. I used to go there on school trips and once with my grandparents. It’ll be perfect.” JJ turned back to her wine, missing the love that was so apparent in Emily’s expression.

“Perfect, just like you?” Emily couldn’t stop herself from the sappy comment. She was tipsy and over the moon in love with JJ.

“Yes, you sap. You really are a hopeless romantic. Pen was right.”

“Of course she was. Pen is the “All-Knowing Goddess” and she never fails to live up to it.”

“You know that I like you very much, right?”

“Always, I’m irresistible.”

“Oh my god, no, you’re insufferable.”

“You love that about me.”

“Got me there.”

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The bus ride was turbulent but neither minded. Emily was jittery with excitement and JJ was calmly seated. The brunette had the map to the area that they were visiting in her hands. To her, it looked like someone had drawn spaghetti and put random locations for things on it. But, despite her struggle, Emily refused to ask for help. It was a pride thing. That, and she had told JJ she could do it. She couldn’t go back on her word now. Watching Emily’s internal struggle was amusing for JJ, knowing that the woman would never be able to figure out the map.

“Ah, Magic Kingdom. This is our stop, Jen,” Emily stated boldly with hopes that JJ couldn’t tell that she had no idea where to go next.

“Alrighty, Map Master, where to next?” JJ raised her eyebrows at Emily as they stepped off the shuttle. This is going to be interesting.

“Uh, we can take a left here and go to the Hulk part. Wait, no, that would be a right. Hold on, I know what I’m doing.” Emily’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the winding paths on the page in front of her.

“Sure you do. Take all the time you need.” JJ stood by her, arms folded in amusement.

“Okay, follow me.” Emily faked her confidence, starting off in the left direction. She silently prayed that wherever they ended up was somewhat decent.

After nearly an hour, neither the Hulk ride nor the other options that she had suggested were visible. They had wandered up to the Adventureland area, currently standing in front of what looked like the show’s bar. They had managed to stop by a couple of the drinks stands and buy things there, but the rides that Emily had wanted were nowhere to be found.

“Do you want my help?” JJ finally chipped in, ready to let Emily stop stressing over the godforsaken map.

“No!” Emily answered immediately, but instantly remembered that she was getting them nowhere. She followed up with another answer, this time more quiet. “Yeah. But only because this stupid map is super confusing and whoever designed it needs to take a map drawing class.”

JJ chuckled and took the reins. From there, they walked for a few short minutes before arriving at the ride that Emily had been searching for. She had just missed the pathway and taken a wrong turn. The blonde beamed over at her girlfriend, who playfully rolled her eyes.

Weaving through the crowds of people seemed much easier with JJ in the lead. They made their way through several rides, including Splash Mountain. The subsequent gift stores that they visited were very attractive as well. Emily and JJ were not immune to their charms, buying a Stitch plushie that both felt was perfect. Its soft, fuzzy texture and inviting look made it exactly what they wanted. Emily even had the thought that they could pass it down to their kids. It would be a memento for the day, one that she knew she would never forget.

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JJ and Emily came up to a small area in front of the castle. Emily’s stomach had growled about three times in the past 30 minutes and they still hadn’t gotten any food. She hadn’t eaten more snacks because JJ had asked her to wait for the Dole Whip that she wanted to try. JJ, on the other hand, was tired. She hadn’t done the whole theme park shebang in years, forgetting the physical toll it took.

She let out a deep sigh, pausing to lean against the partition. A few steps in front of them, two Disney princesses were having a lively conversation. Cinderella, who was a bit taller than Belle, was blushing at whatever the other princess had just told her. Their giggles barely reached Emily and JJ’s ears. Emily smiled at the lighthearted demeanor of the women. They weren’t currently in character, but their costumes and attitude alone were enough to make the Disney World experience magical for children.

Cinderella looked over Belle’s shoulder and caught Emily’s eye. The woman beamed and waved. The gleeful energy radiated off of her. Belle turned around upon seeing what Cinderella was doing. She also waved at the couple, getting a nonchalant wave from JJ and Emily.

JJ pulled out her phone, looking up if the restaurant she had wanted to go to for dinner was still open. The sun’s rays beat down on the couple but JJ and Emily had learned to weather it after years of travel. As she was scrolling to find the link to their website, Emily and JJ heard a squeal in their vicinity. Both of their heads jerked upwards, searching for the source of the outburst.

Their eyes landed on a child that looked roughly 7 years old, dressed in a Belle costume that was similar to the princess that was standing next to them. Poofy fabric and dazzling sequins made the little kid’s gown look extravagant. The petticoat twinkled and flew back against the air as the young princess made their way up to the adult Belle. JJ and Emily didn’t realize what had happened until the princess tugged on the older Belle’s dress, head tilted back to showcase eyes full of wonder.

“You look just like me! I’m princess Belle.” Their voice was high-pitched, sounding almost like an animation in real life. “Mama, look! It’s princess Belle! We look the same!”

The child turned back to talk to a group of people. Emily and JJ’s eyes followed the young princess’ and saw a small group of people. Two women stood close together, the taller one’s arm placed on the other shoulder. On their right, a child had one of the women’s hands in her grasp. She looked between both Belle’s, excitement apparent in her expression, their mouth forming a little “O”. They were dressed as Rapunzel, the light and shimmery purple of the dress popping against their darker, red hair. Accent spots of gold were scattered around the costume, shining amidst the entire ensemble.

The women were not in costume, but their outfits were nonetheless stylish. The taller woman had on a light beige shirt, its sweater-like fabric tucked into light-wash blue jeans that were ripped at the knees. The ensemble was completed with a dark leather jacket that was sleek, not having many embellishments. Beside her, the woman that was holding Rapunzel’s hand was in a sundress. Its material was light and flowy. Patterned lavender flower bouquets were spread across the dress. It had a deep neckline, offset by the floppy sun hat on her head.

Seeing those women and children made JJ’s heart soar. They were exactly what she had pictured in her head of Emily and herself, far off in the future. Getting a glimpse of what that life held for them was overwhelming. In one sweeping motion, the blonde turned Emily’s head to the side and kissed her. Her other hand laid on the brunette’s waist, pulling her closer so that she might never have to let go. When they eventually pulled apart, Emily looked at her with amazement. She didn’t know what had given JJ the sudden need to kiss her, but she wasn’t mad about it.

“Any reason for that kiss, milady?” Emily added the joking lilt to her voice, hoping to understand what had overcome her girlfriend.

“Just, that you’re perfect. Also, those kids, they remind me of what I want our life to be like. Not now, but later in the future. It’s just everything I imagined, and I can’t wait for us to be there.” JJ’s eyes were wide and doe-like, melting Emily’s heart on the spot. She brought her hand up to rest on JJ’s cheek, her thumb brushing against it lightly.

“OH MY GOD. YOU CAN LIKE PRINCESSES TOO?” The women all but jolted up when the shrill voice broke through their bubble.

They turned to the origin of the sound, eyes once again falling on the miniature Belle. Their finger was pointed at the couple. A dazzling smile sat on their face, the jubilation barely containable. Emily recovered from the shock and realized what was going on first. She knelt down, making eye contact with the child.

“Of course you can. You like princesses, princes, kings, queens; whatever you want. Look, you see her?” Emily pointed back at JJ, waiting for the little princess to nod. “I really like her, and she happens to be my queen.” She watched the child’s eyebrows raise, laughing softly at their mirth.

“Wait, can I tell you a secret?” She leaned in as did the kid, their ear tilted towards Emily.

“Well, actually the thing is, I love her and I’m gonna tell her tonight. What do you think? Is it a good idea?” Emily smiled while the thought of telling JJ she loved her filled her with warmth.

The young princess stood back up, switching glances between JJ and Emily. They noticed the way that JJ looked at Emily. Even if the brunette couldn’t see her girlfriend, JJ looked at her like she held the world in her hands. Luca, the child, started jumping up and down.

“Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it!” Enthused, Luca turned to the grownup Belle. They switched glances from Cinderella to Belle, deciding whether or not to ask the question on their mind. “Is she your princess too?”

Luca pointed to Cinderella, asking Belle. The woman in the leather jacket took a couple of steps forward, reducing the distance between herself and Luca. She placed her hand on the kid’s shoulder and looked over at the women gratefully. Emily giggled and so did JJ. Belle, shifting her eyes from Cinderella to Luca and her mother, snapped back into character to answer the question.

“Why yes, she is. We have our own castles too, so whenever we can go to see the Fairy Godmother and the Beast whenever we want! You have to admit, she’s pretty cute too.” The princess snuck a glance back at their girlfriend, excitedly spinning the tail of their “fairytale romance”.

Luca gasped, their expressions amusing everyone around them once more. However, this time they turned all the way around to face the other woman and little kid. Stopping to think for a second, Luca rested their head in their hand. Coming to the conclusion that they wanted, Luca beamed and pointed at the little Rapunzel. Everyone’s eyes followed their finger.

“B! B! B! You’re Rapunzel and I’m Belle! You’re a princess and I love you!” The child that had hung back’s face lit up with the statement.

“Oh my god! We are! I love you too!” The young princess was practically shouting across the short distance between them and Luca.

The words sounded funky because of the slight Irish twang that pervaded her accent but melted everyone’s hearts regardless. Wasting no more time, B broke out into a sprint towards Luca who did the same. They collided mere seconds later, wrapped in the tight hug. Around them, “Mama” returned back to the other woman. Both children stood wrapped in each other’s arms, delighted at the realization that they had come to. It was the innocence and naivety that made that moment so much more beautiful.

After nearly a minute, B and Luca let go and looked back at the two women that they had come with. Emily and JJ noticed their stance, for example, how the woman in the sundress so slightly leaned into the other’s hold. They watched the way that “Mama” looked at her, noticing the softness that couldn’t be categorized as anything but love in her eyes. They caught on to the way that the couple’s hands linked, their fingers entwined behind their backs, almost as if to hide it.

During those moments, JJ and Emily didn’t notice the two children walking up to them. The couple only broke their gaze when Emily felt a light tug on her flannel. Looking down, she saw B and Luca standing with their hands joined together. Wondering what else the children had to say, she playfully raised her eyebrows to nonverbally ask them to talk.

“My name is Luca, and this is B, my princess. They’re really pretty and I love them a lot. I think you’re really cool and that you should hang out with us sometime. Bring her too.” Luca spoke and pointed at JJ as they finished their sentence.

The two adults joined the children, smiling.

“I guess since Luca and B have already made their introductions, we should as well. I’m Lauren and this is my friend Hannah. Luca is my kid and B is theirs.” The woman in the leather jacket looked down at Luca and B, and then over to Hannah.

“I’m Emily and this is my girlfriend, JJ. It was nice to meet you. You as well, B and Luca. Maybe, we can hang out the next time we meet. Enjoy your trip princesses.”

With that the 6 people parted, leaving Belle and Cinderella back at their post. Emily and JJ made their way to get Dole Whip. They made a few pit stops along the way, picking up souvenirs that were just tacky enough. It started when Emily caught JJ trying on a pair of rainbow Mickey Mouse Ears. She admired her girlfriend from afar, watching her admire the way the headband sat on top of her blonde hair. Emily walked up behind JJ and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“I am so buying you that. You look so cute.”

“Only if you get one too. We have to be matching or Pen won’t let you hear the end of it.”

“I guess you’re right. I would look good in that. You think she’d let it slide if we got her something too?”

“She might, but I wouldn’t,” JJ smirked at their reflections.

“Okay, okay. How about I get us some shot glasses and these and we call it even”

“Deal.” Emily picked up the shot glasses, with decorations and prices that reminded them that they were having the time of their life in Disney World.

Now, with their Stitch plushie, shot glasses, and rainbow headbands, JJ and Emily looked like proper tourists. Emily usually preferred to blend in with the locals and stay low. The more untraceable, the better for her. But somehow, standing JJ in their themed gear and countless souvenirs, the memories seemed worth it. She had her arm pulled tightly around JJ’s waist, feeling the blonde’s body heat against her own.

The sun had begun to set. It left the sky painted with several different shades and tints of pink and orange; the blue having faded away in the last hour. Each color created a mosaic-like glow down on the people as they prepared for the fireworks. JJ had raved about the fireworks show since that first night that Emily had confessed of her inexperience. The brunette was still slightly hesitant but decided that if JJ loved it, then it was good for her too. She pressed a soft kiss into JJ’s hairline as they weaved through the crowds of people to find a good spot for the show.

The last of the sunset passed rather quickly, leaving the crowds under the luminescence of the park’s decor. The rides that they had wanted to go on were already over, so this was the last thing on the first day’s itinerary. Emily was just about to ask JJ when they should expect the show to start when an employee in a decorated, Disney jacket approached the crowd with a megaphone. They spoke loudly and clearly, reciting memorized instructions on the show that was to begin in 2 minutes and the manners that the crowd had to use for it.

Promptly as announced, the fireworks began in 2 minutes. The display was gorgeous. Each little buildup created a unique pattern of firework in the sky. Emily found her attention captured, the magnificence making her heart glow. Everything around her was too much. She felt overwhelmed with love and remembered the secret that she had told Luca. It was now or never.

“Hey, Jen?” She felt the blonde’s weight shift from where she was, tightly tucked into Emily’s body.

“Yeah?” Emily’s neck tickled with the puff of air from JJ’s words.

“Today was perfect. Every day, actually, is perfect with you. I don’t know how you do it, but you make the world seem magical. Everywhere I look, I see something beautiful, and with our jobs, I didn’t even think that was possible. Being with you, made me realize that the world is good and can be good. It made me want to be good, better actually, just for you. So I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I love you. I love you and everything about you. You opened my eyes, Jen. I don’t think I’ll ever have the words to thank you enough for it.”

JJ held back tears at Emily’s words. The pure emotion that she heard in the woman’s voice was enough alone to make her sob. Her heart felt like it was glowing. Emily had that effect on her since they had met. Being here, standing by her side felt surreal. They were at Disney World, arguably the “most magical place on Earth”, but JJ thought differently. To her, anywhere by Emily instantly became enchanting. She didn’t waste a second in replying.

“I love you too, Emily. You were one of the best things that ever happened to me. I could shout it from the rooftops, but fireworks at Disney World work too.” JJ smirked and hugged Emily tighter. “I had dinner reservations at a restaurant that I came to as a kid for after this. Are you up for it? I just think that it would be a nice way to end today.”

“Of course. I was going to suggest take out for dinner, but that sounds so much better. We can head out as soon as the show is over.” Emily answered her and then turned her head to look up at the illustrious show once more.

They stayed for the show, even clapping when the fireworks subsided and denoted the end of the program. JJ and Emily sauntered through the flow of people, looking for an exit. On the way there, Emily stopped them in front of the magnanimous tree. Its decorations shined strongly against the dark, night sky, twinkling almost as brightly as the stars. Placing JJ strategically against the fence, she snapped a few photos. Jumping when she felt a light tap against her shoulder, Emily turned to see Hannah’s wide smile. They gestured for her phone, asking if Emily wanted a picture of the couple.

“Why don’t you hop in there next to her? I can take the picture of the two of you.” Emily obliged them, taking quick strides to join her girlfriend’s side. Their smiles were radiant.

Only two pictures had been taken before purple and yellow things ran out from behind Hannah. The couple didn’t realize what was happening until JJ nearly doubled over with the force that collided into her side. She looked down to see B, and the kid was clinging to her shirt. JJ didn’t have time to respond before the same thing happened to Emily. Luca had made their way to surround the brunette. Both kids had a mischievous smile on their faces, adoration in their eyes.

“Oh, I am so sorry. Kids, come back here. Let these two lovely ladies have their pictures.” Lauren’s voice rang out from behind her friend.

“No, it’s okay, let them stay. After all, we have to take pictures with the princesses in Disney World. Come in close for the picture guys!” JJ laughed and responded, earning delighted agreement from B, Luca, and Emily.

“You two are too kind.” Hannah shook their head and readjusted the phone’s camera angle.

The family took their leave of JJ and Emily, leaving the happy couple smiling as they made their way out of the theme park. The journey to their car was long, but it felt like two minutes to the women as they talked about their adventures of the day. It was a sweet resolution to a long day of fun. Arriving at Rigatello’s right on time, JJ and Emily were seated with haste.

JJ was buzzing with the high of their confession, grasping Emily’s hand tightly. Her mind was zipping with memories that they had made today. She had come to this theme park as a kid, and Emily had rejuvenated that childhood passion that she had for places like it. It reminded her of the fun that she used to have with Roslyn. All that confirmed was that Emily was perfect for her, through and through. Emily couldn’t keep her eyes off of JJ. The baby blues were reminders of how JJ was changing her view on the world, one step at a time. The blonde was the key to her future, and maybe one day they could have kids just like B and Luca. The thought of their own children was exhilarating to Emily, knowing that she had almost given up the hope of motherhood before JJ. Those kids were goofs, but so cute. We are definitely making yearly trips to Disney with our own, and maybe I’ll be able to convince JJ to dress up with them.

The couple was making light conversation when a short, stockier waiter approached their table. Their face was lit up and animated, the enthusiasm apparent in the waiter’s words. Taking a good look at JJ and Emily, Pablo, as the waiter had introduced herself, immediately began listing off items that they believed the pair would like. The interaction was short and lively, Pablo off soon to get their waters. Not a few minutes had passed before they returned once more, however they had some extra beyond what JJ had ordered.

“Don’t worry, it’s on the house. You two deserve it. Y’all are a beautiful couple. Thank you for coming to Rigatello’s. Now, do you know what you want to order?”

“I’ll have the beef cannelloni and she’ll have the chicken scampi? Yeah, one chicken scampi for her.” Emily gave out their orders and soon they were left alone again.

The food was decadent and the wine, which they learned was a house specialty later, was rich and smooth. JJ and Emily talked about kids, what Emily loved about the day, and the future. That day had been their first day of seven, and Emily had already fallen in love with Disney World. They left great compliments with the waiter and went on to their hotel. The women dragged themselves into bed after changing into their pajamas. Both were asleep within seconds of their heads hitting the pillow, arms wrapped tightly around each other.

#jemily #userluthor #a trip to disneyland #a first i love you story #i love this one so much #idc if i say that about every single one #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #cm #bau #writing #prompt #mc content hours

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sabrinasgrimoire · 4 years

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Beltane Series: Correspondences

Other Names: Cetsamhain, Lá Bealtaine, May Day, Walpurgisnacht

Holidays & Traditions Occurring During Beltane: Rowan Witch Day, Sacred Thorn Tree Day, Festival if Shashti, Earth Day, Walpurgis Night, May Day, Mother’s Day

Planet: The Moon

Moon Phase: Full

Season: Spring

Element: Fire, Air

Colors: Brown, Green, Orange, Pink, Red, White, Yellow

Trees: Apple, Ash, Birch, Cedar, Elder, Fir, Hawthorn, Juniper, Linden, Mesquite, Oak, Pine, Poplar, Rowan, Willow

Plants: Angelica, Blackberry/Bramble, Bluebell, Cinquefoil, Gorse, Honeysuckle, Lemon, Meadowsweet, Mint, Mugwort, Mushroom (Fairy Ring), Sweet Woodruff

Flowers: Daisy, Ivy, Lilac, Lily of the Valley, Marigold, Primrose, Rose, Violet

Scents: Frankincense, Jasmine, Lemon, Mint, Pine, Rose, Woodruff, Ylang-Ylang

Stones: Bloodstone, Emerald, Rose Quartz, Sapphire

Metals: Copper, Gold, Silver

Magickal Beings: Faeries

Goddesses: Aphrodite, Artemis, Astarte, Bona Dea, Chin-hua-fu-jen, Cybele, Danu, Diana, Don, Flora, Freya, Frigg, Horae, Maia, Prosperina, Rauni, Rhea, Rhiannon, Sarasvati, Venus

Gods: Apollo, Baal, Baldur, Belenus, Cernunnos, Chung K’uei, the Horned God, Cupid, Eros, Faunnus, Freyr, the Green Man, Odin, Pan, Pluto, Ra, Wotan

Animals: Bee, Cattle, Dove, Frog, Goat, Rabbit

Archetypes: Earth Goddess, the lover preparing to lie with her Beloved, Maiden Goddess, Mother Goddess, Dying and Resurrecting Gods, Green Man, Horned God, Lord of the Wild Wood, the lusty young man getting ready to fertilize the goddess, Sun Gods

Symbols: Flowers, Maypole, The Priapic Wand

Workings: Sacred Fires, Offerings, Handfastings, Protecting Belongings, Visiting Sacred Wells, Work with Faeries, Bringing in the May, May Bush, May Baskets, Divination, Feasting, Fertility Magick, Maypole Dancing, Nature Walks, Purification Ceremonies, Sacred Sex, Singing, Planting Trees

Tarot: The Emperor, The Empress, The High Priestess, The Magician

Food: Honey, Light Cakes, Lemonade, May Wine

Issues & Intentions: Abundance, Agriculture, Cooperation, Creation, Creativity, Fertility, Growth, Love, Lust, Manifestation, Marriage, the Otherworld/Underworld, Passion, Pleasure, Psychic Ability, Purification, Protection, Sensuality, Sex, Sexuality, Union, Visions, Warmth, Youth

Works Cited:

Sandra Kynes (2013), Complete Book of Correspondences, Llewellyn, Page 397

Melanie Marquis (2018), Beltane: Rituals, Recipes, and Lore for May Day, Llewellyn, Fourth Edition, Print, Pages 181-190

#beltane #sabbat #wicca #witchblr #grimoire

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yumeka36 · 4 years

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The Frozen 2 prequel novel, “Dangerous Secrets: The Story of Iduna and Agnarr,” is scheduled to release on November 3rd. A preview excerpt was just released via this article from Insider.com. I pasted it below, with my thoughts following:

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THE STORM IS GETTING WORSE.

Lightning slashes across an angry black sky, soon followed by the crash of thunder. Waves pound against the ship's hull as I grip the wooden rail with white knuckles. Fierce gusts of wind tug my hair free from its braid, and damp brown strands whip at my face. I don't dare let go to brush them away.

Instead, I keep my eyes on the sea. Looking for her.

In some ways, I've spent my entire life looking for her. And tonight, my journey may finally come to an end. Unfinished. Unfound.

Ahtohallan. Please! I need you!

Perhaps she never existed at all. Perhaps she was simply a myth. A silly song to lull children to sleep. To make them feel safe and secure in a world that's anything but. Perhaps I was a fool to think we could simply go and seek her out. Learn the mother's secrets.

I do know something about a mother's secrets.

Another wave sweeps in, bashing against the ship's hull, sending a spray of icy seawater splashing at my face. I stumble backward, momentarily blinded by the salt stinging my eyes. A strong pair of hands clamps down on my hips; a solid chest at my back keeps me upright.

I turn, already knowing whom I'll find standing tall behind me. The man who has been with me almost my entire life. The man who has made me laugh—and cry—more than anyone else in the world. My husband. The father of my daughters. My enemy. My friend.

My love.

Agnarr, king of Arendelle.

"Come, Iduna," he says, pulling me around to face him. He reaches out, clasping my hands in his. They are as warm and strong as mine are cold and trembling.

I look up, taking in the sharp line of his jaw. The fierceness in his leaf-green eyes. If he's frightened, he's not showing it. "We need to go below deck," he says, shouting to be heard over the furious wind. "Captain's orders. It's not safe up here. One rogue wave could knock you overboard."

I feel a sob rise to my throat. I want to lash out, protest the orders. I'm fine. I can take care of myself. I'm not some silly girl frightened by the elements.

But what I really want to say is, I can't leave. I haven't found her yet.

If I go below, I may never find her.

And if I don't . . .

Elsa. My sweet Elsa . . . My dear Anna . . .

Agnarr gives me a pointed look. I sigh, untangling my hands from his, and begin stumbling toward the stairs that lead to our cabin below, on legs unaccustomed to rough seas. I'm almost there when the ship suddenly pitches hard to the left and I lose my footing, grabbing on to the railing to save myself. I can feel a few of the crew watching me with concern, but I push forward, keeping my head held high. I am a queen, after all. There are certain expectations.

Once below, I push open our cabin door and move inside, letting it bang shut behind me. The captain has given us his cabin for the journey, which I insisted wasn't necessary, but I was overruled. It's the only cabin suited for a fine lady, he protested. Because that's how he sees me.

That's how they all see me now. A fine lady. A perfectly poised Arendellian queen.

But now, at last, Agnarr knows the truth.

I ease myself down on the bed, reaching to grab my knitting needles and my half-finished project. An inappropriate task under the circumstances, but perhaps the only thing that might steady my hands—my pounding heart. I can hear Agnarr push open the door, his strong, solid presence filling the room. But I don't look up. Instead, I start to knit as the ship rocks beneath my

feet. It's dark down below, too dark to really see the delicate yarn, but my hands are sure and true, the repetitive motions as natural and familiar to me as taking in air. Yelana would be proud.

Yelana. Is she still out there, in the Enchanted Forest, still locked in the mist?

Only Ahtohallan knows.

Suddenly, I want to throw my needles across the room. Or collapse on the bed in tears. But I do neither, keeping my attention on the unfinished shawl. Forcing myself to let each stitch lull me into something resembling comfort.

Agnarr pulls out a wooden stool from the captain's desk, sitting down across from me. He picks up a corner of the unfinished shawl, running his large fingers across the tiny stitches. I dare to sneak a peek at him, realizing his eyes have become soft and faraway.

"This is the same pattern," he says slowly. And I know what he means without asking. Because of course it is. I hadn't even realized it when I started, but of course it is.

The same pattern as the shawl my mother knitted me when I was a baby.

The shawl that saved his life.

"It's an old Northuldra pattern," I explain, surprised how easily the words leave my mouth now that the truth is known. "Belonging to my family." I pick up his hand and place it on each symbol in turn. "Earth, fire, water, wind." I pause on the wind symbol, thinking back to

Gale. "It was the Wind Spirit who helped me save your life that day in the forest."

He gives a low whistle. "A wind spirit! If only I'd known," he says, reaching up to brush his thumb gently across my cheek. Even after all these years, his touch still sparks a longing ache deep inside, and it's an imperative, not an option, to drop my needles to return the gesture. To run my fingers against the light stubble of his jaw. "It would have made my stories to the girls so much more interesting."

I smile at this. I can't help it. He has always found a way to help me find sunshine amidst the gloomiest of days. It's strange, though, to realize he knows everything now. After a lifetime overshadowed with secrets, it should feel freeing.

But in truth, it still scares me a little, and I find myself glancing at him when he doesn't know I'm looking. Trying to see, trying to know whether the truth has changed his feelings toward me. Does he resent me for keeping so much from him for so long? Or does he truly understand why I did it? If we survive this night, how will things change between us? Will the truth bring us closer together? Or tear us apart?

Only Ahtohallan knows. . . .

I reach out and take Agnarr's hands in mine, meeting his deep green eyes with my blue ones. I swallow down the lump in my throat that threatens to choke me, and force another smile.

"I will never forget that day," I start with a whisper, not sure he can even hear me over the tempest outside. "That horrible, wonderful day."

"Tell me," he whispers back, leaning in close. I can feel his breath on my lips. Our faces are inches away. "Tell me everything."

I swallow all the words that threaten to jump out of my throat in a hurried rush, throwing myself back on the bed, staring up at the wooden-beamed ceiling. After I breathe calmly, I say, "That might take all night."

He crawls onto the bed, lying down next to me. He reaches out and curls his hand into mine. "For you, I've got forever."

I swallow hard, tears welling in my eyes. I want to protest: we don't have forever. Or even all night. We may not have an hour, judging from the way the wooden beams of the ship are creaking and cracking. But at the same time, it doesn't matter. It's time. It's long past time. He deserves to know everything.

I swipe the tears away, rolling to my side and propping my head up with my elbow. "You have to tell your part, too," I say. "This story isn't only mine, you know."

His arm curls around my waist, his hand settling at the small of my back as he tugs me closer to him. He's so warm. How is it possible that he's still so warm? "I think I can manage that," he says with a small smile. "But you must start. It all began with you, after all."

"All right," I say, resting my head on his chest, his steady heartbeat against my ear. I close my eyes, trying to decide where to begin. So much has happened over the years. But there is that one day. One fateful day that changed the course of both our lives forever.

I open my eyes. "It all starts with the wind," I say. "My dear friend Gale."

As I speak, the words begin to course through me like the forbidding waters roiling outside. And like the waters, I will finally make myself heard.

Agnarr will listen.

He's always been the storyteller in our family. But not this time. Now it's my turn to tell the tale.

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What stood out to me:

- It seems like Iduna revealed her past to Agnarr around the time they set sail for Ahtohallan, not the night of the accident with Elsa’s magic as Jennifer Lee, and I believe other sources, have implied. Of course, with “spin-off” content like this where the original creators aren’t involved, there’s bound to be inconsistencies. But Jen never stated that the time of Iduna’s reveal was definitely the night of the accident, only that she believes it’s that night though it could have been another night (I think this was part of the podcast interview she did several months ago). So yeah, the exact night it happened isn’t terribly relevant.

- This excerpt also reveals that Iduna revealed some of the truth to Agnarr early on, but then reveals everything in detail during their last moments before the ship goes down. So maybe she did reveal some of it the night of the accident but not all? We’ll see.

- Iduna knew Yelena. That makes sense considering Yelena’s age and the importance she seems to have in the Northuldra tribe.

- Iduna uses feminine pronouns for Ahtohallan, reinforcing the theory in my Frozen 2 book that Ahtohallan was viewed as a goddess of sorts in Northuldra culture

- Iduna also calls the wind spirit “Gale.” Obviously we all thought that was the name Olaf gave her but apparently Iduna did as well. Coincidence?

- The book is written in first-person perspective from Iduna’s point of view, unlike the previous adult-aimed Frozen books “A Frozen Heart” and “Forest of Shadows” which are written in second/third-person.

- Iduna was in the process of knitting another scarf while on the ship. I wonder why.

- The cover art for the book changed slightly from the original version, with the main image in the center being of Iduna and Agnarr when they’re younger instead of when they’re king and queen.

- I’m curious as to what kind of order the book will present the events of the timeline. Obviously this excerpt is from the end of Iduna and Agnarr’s lives, so will it start here and show everything else via flashbacks? Seems weird they’d choose the end of the book for this preview so my guess is that things will be revealed out of order.

#frozen 2 #frozen #disney frozen #frozen2 #queen iduna #agnarr

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sams-sass · 4 years

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Hear Me

Hi! Here is something I thought of and wanted to write down for you guys. Thanks for all the love!

GIF not mine.

Summary: The case leads for Sam and Dean to find something out about you as Dean realizes something of his own.

Characters: You, Sam, Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None really, show level violence

You, Sam, and Dean busted back into the motel room. You had spent the whole day looking into the lives of the victims and couldn’t come up with a single connection. Without a connection, there really wasn’t much to go on. All of the victims were female and had their throats slit and vocal cords removed. Other than that, they really had nothing in common. Different jobs, friends, ages, races, everything basically. You, Sam, and Dean had split up and gone to all the houses, it was a long day of listening to sad stories. You sat down on the bed as Dean handed you and Sam a beer before cracking one of his own.

“Maybe this isn’t a monster. Maybe its just a bad person doing a bad thing.” Sam said after taking a long drag from his beer.

“I don’t know, man. The lack of evidence, the stealing of the larynx specifically, the way the bodies were just tossed and not cared about. Seems pretty monstery to me.” Dean said back, his tone unsure.

“Sorry, Sammy, but I gotta go with Dean on this one. After leaving 7 bodies behind and not leaving a trace of evidence, especially since it could care less about the victims. It seems too lucky to be a human.” You weighed in coming to stand next to Sam.

“Alright so, lets go over it again. Dean, what did you find out about Beth?” Sam asked.

“Nothing man, she was a good girl. She wanted to be a scientist, she was studying physics, she had a boyfriend, craziest thing she did was sing karaoke at the local bar on Thursdays with friends.” Dean answered.

“Wait, she sang karaoke?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yeah, friend said she was good and that she loved to sing. What does that have to do with anything?” Dean asked giving you a confused look.

“The two girls I asked about, Jen and Grace. They were both singers too. Jen was a lot more professional taking gigs at bars, but she was also older. Grace was in her church choir. I didn’t think anything of it because a lot of people sing.” You answered

“Wait, my two were also singers. Hannah and Wendy both sang whenever they could. I didn’t think anything of it because what monster cares about singing.” Sam said nodding.

“Yeah….yeah the other two I asked about, uh Kelly and Dana they sang too. I ruled it out as a coincidence for same reason as Sam, what monster cares?” Dean agreed with the two of you.

“Holy….jackpot.” Sam said staring at his computer.

“What?” You and Dean said at the same time.

“There is a charity benefit concert thing coming up on Saturday, locally, and 4 out of our 7 victims were registered to be in it.” Sam said looking at the two of you, turning his computer so you could see.

“Well, that’s not a coincidence.” You said looking over the webpage.

“No, its not.” Dean shook his head next to you.

“This is a problem.” You sighed standing up straight.

“What is?” Dean asked.

“Every girl who is still registered is in danger. I think we need to be backstage.” You said letting your hip rest against the counter and crossing your arms.

“So what your saying is…we need a girl who can sing to go undercover for us.” Sam said raising one eyebrow and tilting his head in your direction.

“Concerts two days away.” You answered looking away, deep in thought. “I’ll sneak in the back and pretend to be a contestant. That way I can keep an eye on all of the girls and also feed you guys information as you’re in the audience.”

“You can’t sing….what if you have to sing?” Dead was confused, eyebrows furrowed.

“I can sing, I just don’t randomly sing in front of people.” You explained. “Now, if you will excuse me. I have some shopping to do and you guys have some tux’s to look into.”

“Tux?!” Dean said, eyes wide.

“Did you not read the part where it said it was a black tie affair?” You said grabbing your purse and heading for the door. You had seen a little boutique on your way in and knew they would have a dress for you. “Peace.” You said giving them a smile as the door closed behind you. You walked to the boutique to find a woman with a friendly face and a large smile. She helped you choose several dresses that you tried on. You found the one. It was a gown that hugged your curves and let loose where you wanted it too. It was a classic dress. You bought it and walked out of the store happy.

The next day the three of you devised a plan. Dean got a hold of the blueprints for the building and you two created a plan on the best way for you to sneak in. You then helped Sam to research on what this monster could be.

“Oh my god…” You said looking at the webpage in front of you. “Well, goddess to be correct.”

“Goddess? What goddess?” Dean asked coming to stand behind you. He put his arms on the chair and leaned down. You could feel his breath on your skin, it was a slight distraction.

“Aoede, the goddess of voice and song. She was one of the original muses in Greek mythology. Said to collect voices of true song from those she deemed worthy.” You said reading from the page.

“Great. Another goddess.” Dean said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“How do we kill her?” Sam asked.

“According to this her only weakness is a gold blade dipped in the blood of a virgin.” You sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

“Why do these things like virgins so much?” Dean spread his arms out, annoyance on his handsome face.

“Don’t know.” Sam said shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

“I have a crazy idea.” You said biting your lower lip. “Well, out of the three of us, I have definitely had the least amount of sex. So, what about if we purify my blood and give it a shot?”

“It could work.” Dean said tilting his head to the side and raising his hands in a “whatever” gesture.

“I mean if it doesn’t we’re screwed….but we’re always screwed and I don’t have a better idea so, alright.” Sam said placing his hands on his shoulder and looking into your eyes as you smiled up at him.

The next day you spent getting ready, the concert started at 7 and you were nervous. You hadn’t sung in years and you picked a big song. You dressed in black slacks and a white button down with a black vest over it. You went to the concert hall two hours early and snuck in the back door. You waited for other staff members begin to arrive, then you quietly walked into the room and stood with the rest of the cocktail waiters and waitresses. People began to arrive and fill the room, you slipped away and grabbed your backpack out of the bathroom stall you locked it in and walked in the back towards the dressing rooms. You found an empty one and locked the door. You curled your hair and pinned one side back letting the others fall. You went for a bold makeup look, a dark smokey eye and bold red lips. Taking the gold jewelry that you kept from your previous life before you became a hunter, you added a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet. Then you slipped on your new dress and heels and opened the door as other contestants began to fill the halls. You needed to be quick to get to the band before people started taking their seats. You walked to the back and found the head of music, identifying him from the website you and Sam looked over. You quietly slipped him a 50 and whispered the song into his ear, placing your hand on his chest and looking up at him from your eyelashes. He nodded and licked his lips, letting his eyes linger on you for too long. You walked to the back of the stage with the other girls and waited.

People were now taking their seats as Sam and Dean looked around the room trying to find the seat with the best view to see the crowd. They walked to the back and took seats directly in the middle, looking around the room.

“Man, I hate wearing this thing.” Dean said tugging on his collar slightly. “I look like a penguin.” Sam smirked and looked at the crowd. The first few people came out and sang, they were all good, but neither Sam or Dean saw a reaction in the audience. Then you came on stage. Dean sat a little straighter in his chair as his stomach flipped. You were radiant, your dress was tight and showed off your figure. Your red lips were turned into a small smile as your heels clicked against the floor. The music started and Dean couldn’t look at anything but you. Your mouth opened and Dean heard the sound that suddenly made everything make sense.

Share my life, take me for what I am 'Cause I'll never change all my colors for you

Take my love, I'll never ask for too much Just all that you are and everything that you do

“Did you know she could sing like that?” Sam asked leaning in closer. Dean couldn’t form words at the moment so he just shook his head. I don't really need to look very much further I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow I won't hold it back again, this passion inside Can't run from myself There's nowhere to hide Don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me... I have nothing, nothing, nothing If I don't have you

Your body was swaying along with the song and Dean couldn’t pull his eyes away, he was pretty sure he didn’t even blink. Dean was sitting there, mind swirling with images of you, quickly realizing he has been in love with you for years. Of course there was the playful flirting and smiles but this was something new. This feeling in his chest was growing in him and he couldn’t breathe. His arms were planted firmly on his thighs, holding him up. His green eyes gazing at you in a new light. You see through right to the heart of me You break down my walls with the strength of your love I never knew love like I've known it with you Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to I don't really need to look very much further I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow I won't hold it back again, this passion inside I can't run from myself There's nowhere to hide Your love I'll remember forever Don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me... I have nothing, nothing, nothing...

You spread your arms out wide and looked through the whole audience. Dean knew you couldn’t see him, but God all he wanted was for you to look directly at him. His whole body was on fire and you were the only medicine. Don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me, no Don't walk away from me Don't you dare walk away from me I have nothing, nothing, nothing If I don't have you

The entire audience was silent after you sang your final note before an eruption of applause surged through the crowd. People stood as they continued to clap, you took a small bow and waved as you walked off the stage. The trance Dean was in broke as Sam hit him in the chest lightly, getting his attention.

“Dude, black dress three o’clock.” Dean looked to where his brother was pointing, a woman with long auburn hair was exiting her row and heading for the backstage hallway. The two hurried from their seats and followed after her. When they walked into the hallway you were standing there, waiting.

“I saw her come this way.” You said as the brothers approached you. As soon as the words left your mouth Sam went flying towards the wall. Dean turned and grabbed his gold knife with your blood on it from the back of his pants. The woman walked out of the darkness and into the light. She was stunning. She had long auburn hair that cascaded in a waterfall of waves down her back, her eyes were a shining royal blue and her skin was a rich almond color with not a trace of impurities. As the two of you looked at her she waved her hand and Dean also went flying. Sam got up and charged at her with his knife, she quickly walked towards all of you and rammed Sam back to the ground.

“I just want your voice.” She said to you.

“Sorry, sis.” You said before you too were slammed into the wall. Dean charged at her and was able to land one blow in before she flung him across the room again. You tried to get up but couldn’t, there was something holding you to the ground. She continued to toss the boys around as you struggled against her hold. She pinned Dean to the ground and was holding her hand up, ready to strike when her head flung back as the gold blade entered her chest. She screamed loud and high, a light came from her chest and she burst into a ball of light that slowly dissipated. You stood there with the gold knife in your hand, panting slightly.

“Thanks, Y/N/N.” Dean said as Sam helped him to his feet. You nodded and the three of you quickly ran out the back door, someone must have heard something and was going to come and look. You all walked into the motel and Sam was the first to talk.

“So, Y/N.” Here we go. “Why didn’t you tell us you could sing like that?” He asked undoing his bowtie.

“What was I supposed to do? Be like oh, by the way guys: I’m a really good singer? Good morning, I can sing my little heart out, side note.” Sam laughed with you as you giggled.

“You’re amazing, Y/N.” Dean said, there was no joking in his face as he looked into your eyes.

“Thank you.” You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as you looked down and smiled, feeling shy. You licked you lips. “Hey, mind if I take the first shower?” You asked. Both boys said you could take it and you quickly stepped out of your heels. Undressing and getting under the warm water felt really good, it is always fun to dress up now and again, but you enjoyed sweat pants a little more. As the makeup washed off your face and the curls were rinsed from your hair you thought about Dean. He looked so good tonight in his tux and for a few moments you could have sworn he was staring. Your crush on him had been brewing for a long time and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold it in. How many more times could you see him pick up some girl who smelt like 5 dollar perfume? How many more times could you have him wink at you or kiss you on the head and not reciprocate? How many more times could you ignore the dance your insides did when he looked at you like he was tonight? You shook all thoughts from your head and got out of the shower, putting on sweat pants and a big shirt for sleeping. You walked into the room as Sam walked into the bathroom. You gave Dean a small smile and walked over to one of the beds. You both sat down and it was then that you noticed Dean seemed nervous. He looked at you and then quickly looked away.

“What is it?” You asked facing him and leaning your head, trying to catch his eyes.

“Y/N….I don’t know how to say this.” Your breath caught in your throat as your stomach twisted into a tight knot.

“What is it?” You asked, trying to sound calm as your palms got sweaty.

“I, well, I think I’m in love with you.” He said finally looking at you. “I mean it, Y/N, when you were on that stage tonight…I could hardly breathe. You are the first thing that pops into my head in the morning and the last thing that floats through my mind at night. I always thought we were best friends, but baby, you mean so much more to me than just friendship.” He moved so he was now kneeling in front of you. His hands resting on your thighs as he spoke. “Every time I hear your voice my day is instantly better, every time I see you after a case I automatically know its going to be ok. You’re the one Y/N, you’re the one for me.” His hands were now running up and down your thighs as his eyes held yours.

“I love you too, Dean. I always have.” Was the only thing you could think of to say. He laughed slightly and you did too he then leaned forward and pressed his plump lips to yours. Your mouths moved together in perfect sync, his tongue entering your mouth, you sucking lightly on his bottom lip. Everything about the kiss was more than you ever dreamed of. Sam clearing his throat is what broke the two of you apart. He gave an awkward nod as he pressed his lips into a hard line. He quietly grabbed his bag and mumbled something about getting his own room. As soon as the door shut Dean was on you again, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek as his lips found yours again. His fingers lightly brushed the back of your neck as you twisted your arms around him. You both fell into the passionate and warm bliss that surrounded you and succumbed to your feelings.

As Sam walked out of the office holding the key to his own room he whispered a ‘finally’ to himself as his mouth rounded into a smile.

Three years later

“Dean!” You screamed running through the halls of the bunker. You guys had found this place a few months ago and nothing felt as good as having something to call ‘home’, or so you thought. You ran into his chest as he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you away from him, checking you over for an injury.

“What is it, baby?” He said, worry etched into his face.

“I’m….I’m….I.” You tried but you couldn’t get it out so you just handed him the test. He took it from you and stared at the plus sign. Your fingers nervously twisted as he continued to stare.

“You’re pregnant.” He said matter of factly. “Oh my God! You’re pregnant!” He said lifting you in his arms and kissing you desperately on the mouth. “I love you so much, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He said as tears filled his eyes.

“I love you too, Dean Winchester.” Was all you could get out before his mouth stopped you from speaking.

#dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x female!reader #spn #spnfandom #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #dean x you

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