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charles-leclerizz · 2 months

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🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ cat-quette

🏁 Pairings : Max vertsappen X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : fluffy as hell, suggestive language and one suggestive scene.

🏁 Word Count : 2.7k words (2742 words)

🏁 Summary : Sometimes, a family of 4 needs just one more addition, so you and your boyfriend venture out to find the perfect new daughter

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @gigittamic

🏁 Music player : Winter blossom by Dept, Ashley blossom, nobody like you pat

“Come on Maxie, please” You draw at the syllable at the end of your plea, dancing in your spot in your shared kitchen, “Imagine it, you, me, jimmy, sassy and a third cat, we could name it, kibble or something.”

Max looked at you with a worried expression, one brow arched in questioning, “Kibble?” He continued to knead the bread dough in front of him, slamming his hands into the mixture that sat fluffy and aerated on your marble counter, “You just demonstrated why we can’t get a third cat, you’re gonna make it depressed in the first 2 days.”

“Now that’s mean.” You cross your arms over and harrumph, going over to the stove to stir the searing vegetables in the pan.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him wash his hands free of the dough that remained on his fingers before going back to the olive oil doused ball and placing it into a wooden bowl, he then laid a fresh white cloth over the dough and transferred it into the fridge for it to rise for about 40 minutes.

You then felt his presence behind you, then you felt his hands snake around your waist and then his head followed suit, nuzzling into your neck before placing a soft kiss on your skin, “I’m sorry schat.” He mumbled, tickling your ear with his soft tufts of blonde hair.

“Y’know,” You paused briefly in between your enraged sauteing, stainless steel spatula in the air, “I don’t think you are.”

“But I reeeaaallly am.” He copied your elongated whine, shifting the two of you by guiding you side to side, oscillating gently as though you were the dough and he was trying to knead the forgiveness out of you, “How about this..” he started, laughing inwardly when your ears perked up and you attempted to discreetly turn off the gas so you could spin in his hold. Looping your arms around his neck you prompted him to continue, “We could go to the pet shop tomorrow.” He murmured, looking up into the air, despite your vice like grip on his head as though the particles would answer him and not your already giddy form in front of him.

“Yeah?” You danced slightly in his hold, wiggling your hips like a hyper child, “You promise?”

“You can drive pista if I forget.” He nodded solemnly.

“Oh shit-“ You lean back, impressed with his dedication, “You really are sorry”

“dat is alles wat nodig is?” He blubbers, eyes wide for dramatic effect, as you would like to call it, “Your standards are low, real low my love.”

You furrow your brows, playfully hitting the underside of his head before leaning up to kiss his grimaced lips, "What else is new? How else do you think this happened?” You gestured between the two of you.

Max hummed, leaning down to kiss your cheek before trailing down to your jaw, he grinned against you when your breath hitched and you pulled him closer, if that was possible, “I wooed you?” He tried; you snorted in response.

“Yeah, you wooed the heck out of me, yee old Maximillian Verstappen, one foul scowl at me and bam four years later here we are.”

You yelped when he bit your neck.

“Hmm, I’m just so so handsome?” He couldn’t hold his laugh back at this claim.

“I first met you when you were a scrawny 18-year-old, but yes, you are very handsome.” you coo at him whilst caressing his face.

Max hummed in agreement, “I know.”

“You’re not going to compliment me?” You asked.

“Hmm…nope.” He shrugged.

You gaped at him for a beat before lunging at his face and taking the soft skin of his cheek between your teeth, holding it there and growling playfully. Max yelped and laughed at your pseudo-attack before pushing you away and taking your lips captive with his as revenge, “You’re much prettier than me geliefde.” He added before his tongue slipped between your lips.

“Max... the food” You helplessly remind him when he finally detaches from you, only to lift you into his arms and move to the left to sit you down onto the counter, slotting himself in between your pliantly open thighs you draw him closer despite your objections.

“Fuck the food...” He murmurs against your ear, kissing behind it and trailing his mouth lower and lower until he reached your baby blue, silk camisole. Max looks up at you briefly, his bottom lip just barely breaching the collar of your flowy top, you stare down at him eyes heavy and threatening to flutter closed with every hot breath of his that fanned over your chest.

You bring one hand away from his neck to drag down his face, your middle finger just barely anchored on his mouth, pulling down his lip until he stopped your journey south and took the soft digit into his mouth, “Yeah, that sounds fair.” You breathed out, already jumping back into his embrace, preparing yourself to slam the bedroom door closed with a breathless laugh.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” You ask him, plugging in your hairdryer and drawing out a large barrelled round brush from the containers that sat on your counter. The bathroom door was wide open as you waited expectantly for Max to emerge from the walk-in closet on the opposite side of the room, the only divider being your bed and a half-length wall.

“What? What did I forget?” Your boyfriend looked down at his phone, waiting for a calendar event to remind him, when that didn’t happen, he looked up at you.

You remained still, just flicking on the contraption in your hands and drowning out his obliviousness with the sound of luke-warm air drying your hair.

“Babe?” he tried once.

“Babe?” He tried again.

“Babe?”

You finally snapped, large brush still wrapped in your hair as your hand pressed your silky strands into the bristles and hair sprayed the volume into it, “Max, you’re shitting me, right? That’s it, keys to the pista.” You ordered, tapping your nail against the counter space next to you.

That’s when the realisation hit the driver in front of you, his face blanched and he rushed up to you, “See, I didn’t forget I conveniently played stupid?” He tried; eyes slightly lit up with hope.

“You’re right-“ You start, snorting at the badly veiled victorious expression on his face, “You are stupid.”

By this point, Max had reached the threshold of the bathroom and had slumped forward, the only thing stopping him from face-planting the expensive tiled floor were his hands braced on the doorframe, “Not the pista, baby, anything else.”

“What about one of your Aston Martins ?,” You faced him, tearing your eyes away from your reflection in the large mirror ahead.

Max’s face fell at the mention of his beloved collection of Aston’s, “Okay, so maybe we take the Pista…”

You pouted at him, swiping on a generous amount of pink lip-gloss, “I knew I should’ve been on top last night.”

The rollers in your hair fell one by one as you undid them, smiling cheekily to yourself when Max choked on his own spit, “What’s that meant to mean?”

“Don’t ask questions, that you don’t want to know the answers to.” You pass by him in the doorway, pinching his cheeks together and pecking him quickly on his duck-lips.

“So it’s the Pista?” He hollered from his place, craning his neck to where you had turned into the closet.

He heard you snort, and the rustling of fabric before you answered him, “It’s the most expensive Aston Martin you own!”

You ended up taking the pista.

But your resignation was soon vindicated when you broke the speed limits the whole drive from your apartment to the best pet store in the city.

“Heer, red mij” Max prayed, hand braced on the ceiling of the sports car as your heeled foot pressed even harder onto the accelerator, the car purred happily whilst you cruised along the mountain road, the view of the crashing waves almost therapeutic, until the serene scene was broken with a-

“BEN JE NET 150 KM/U BREKEN? HOE?” A shaky finger followed promptly afterwards, tapping the speedometer a few times.

You blow a nonchalant breath through your lips, “You’re a formula one driver Maxie, why are you so scared?”

“We don’t normally drive like hooligans, it’s precise and practise-“

You interrupted his rant by miraculously increasing your pace and speeding down the empty highway ahead, Max slammed one hand against the window as an ungodly screech erupted from the 3-time world champion.

Safe to say, you arrived at the pet store in a safe condition.

Never mind that Max had rushed out of the passenger’s seat to press a kiss to the hood of the car, before running to a few nearby bushes and attempting to uproot his breakfast.

Though, with no such luck of evacuating the contents of his stomach, he waddled over to where you stood unimpressed albeit also concerned to knit your hands together, pecking your forehead a few times he allowed you to guide him into the shop.

“Oh my god Maxie, look!” You squealed, rushing up to the large glass display of a dozen or so hamsters, the various coloured furballs rolled around the spacious enclosure as you cooed down at them.

Max bent down as well, but soon caught eye of the “HALF OFF” sign and stood straight, “’M not sure geliefde, maybe not hamsters, jimmy, and sassy like the taste of em.”

You nodded once, wrenching your gaze away from one of the hamsters that you had already grown fond off to hold your boyfriend’s hand once more, “You could be less crude about it.” You mumble inwardly.

“You’re telling me, about being crude.” He scoffed down at you before looping his arms around your neck and tucking you into his side.

The pair of you continued to walk around the retail, swerving into and out of isles whilst browsing each selection of pet that could potentially enter your home.

Max had to continuously drag you away from the more exotic selection that there was on display, that was after you had convinced the store clerk to wrap a domestic snake around his neck.

“You look like you’re about to throw up” You giggle, pointing your phone at Max, who’s face had turned an alarming red as the docile snake snuggled up to his thick neck.

“I’m about to faint, no shit right now, this is not babygirl schat, this is abuse.” He hissed, quoting what you had said to convince him in the first place, he brought one shaky hand up to pet the reptile, a laboured “shhh” noise escaping the dutchman as though he were coercing the docile animal to not strangle the life out of him.

Luckily, the over-amused store clerk unwrapped the snake from his shoulders before Max simultaneously shit himself and cried.

“Maxie, look” You rushed over to another enclosure, this time, it was a large area on the floor walled off with pet gates, plush pillows were propped up against the black grate along with tumultuous cat toys spread across the floor. Luckily, to match the mess, there were at least 15 kittens, all different breeds, some were sleeping on their tummies, fluffy eyes closed as their four limbs spread out oddly whilst others were being entertained by other enraptured patrons.

“Hi guys,” You whispered, tucking your skirt beneath your thighs as your crouched down again, coming eye to eye with the adorable animals, “You’re so cute,” Max had joined you promptly, hitching up his jeans as he lowered himself next to you, large blue eyes following the cats.

A worker noticed the two of you and left their previous customers, a couple, much like yourselves, the two people cuddled a soft brown kitten who nuzzled into their shared embrace.

“Hi! Can I help you?”

You looked up at her, smiling, “My boyfriend and I were looking for a new addition to our family, I would love to bring home one of these guys.” You gestured to the large play pen.

“Well, that’s just lovely! But the cat’s choose you guys, not the other way around.” The middle-aged woman laughed, her olive skin stretching as she unlocked the gate and ushered the two of you in, “That’s how me and my husband got our cat.”

“Oh...” You stood eerily still as multiple odd fluff-balls came and sniffed your heels before trotting away, “What if none of them like me?” You whisper to Max, who already housed at least 3 kittens by his feet, “Nonsense, you just have to be patient darling.” He kissed your cheek and rubbed your arm comfortingly.

After about 10 minutes of you gingerly attempting to welcome a companion into your embrace, a smaller, more fur decadent kitten walked out from behind the small playhouse that sat in the far corner of the enclosure. It cocked its head curiously at you before yawning and shaking its back, and rump, its snow-white fur oscillating with its movements.

“Hi honey,” You whispered, bending down to allow it to clamber sleepily into your lap, you squealed internally, standing up once again with the kitten safely embraced into your arms, its back angled comfortably on your forearms and head rested on your chest whilst it blinked slowly at you, pale green eyes shining happily.

Max grinned serenely at the pair of you, watching as you brought a hand up to rub gently on the pink nose of the animal in your care, “I think you just got chosen.” He laughed quietly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he gazed down at the sleepy cat.

“Her name’s pookie.” You declared giddily as you approached the car, holding out your hand for the keys to the expensive car. Max stared at you, fear evident in his eyes.

“You can name her whatever you want, but you are not driving the car, we have precious cargo now,” He petted pookie behind her ear.

“Fine, come here baby.” You barely pouted, already taking pookie and her small, shell shaped bed into your arms. She rested peacefully in your lap, purring contently as Max hauled the other pink cat care items you had bought, into the back seat.

“So, I just had to buy you a cat?” Max inquired; hand braced on the back of your headrest as he backed out of the parking spot.

You lean over the dash to kiss Max’s stubble covered cheek, “It’s so easy to please me, my love.”

“Well….” He squeaked, looking over at you suggestively.

“You perv,” You smacked his forehead but laughed nonetheless, “There’s children present.”

“So, Max?”

The driver perked up at his name, flipping the microphone in his hand to answer the question, he leaned back against the white sofa where he was joined by a few other of his fellow colleagues all of whom turned to the questioner in the sea of reporters.

“We’ve heard you have a new addition to the family?”

Max laughed into the mic, before adjusting the cap on his head and nodding, “Very true yes, the missus and I just got a new kitten into the house.” He plucked out his phone and held up a photo of you and Pookie, both of whom were turned away from the lens to face the large window showing of the Monaco coastline.

A flurry of ‘awws’ escaped the people present, and Charles who also swooned at the photo spoke into the mic, “Do you guys have a name yet?”

“Kind of, she wanted to name it ‘pookie’ and I just think that when I talk about the kitten, I’ll sound like an idiot, it doesn’t feel right with my accent.”

Charles popped his mouth open, “Wait- you call me pookie?”

Back at home, you had snuggled up to Jimmy and Sassy, both of whom had settled with laying their heads onto each of your legs whilst you held Pookie close to your chest, caressing her cheek, “That’s what you get leclerc.” You snarl at the screen, “Stealing my boyfriend, leaving our children fatherless, you whore.” You joked, filming your commentary to send to Max, who on the television screen was already justifying the similar names between his new daughter, and his work wife.

Pookie blinked up at you, and you swore, that she smiled at your determined face.

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

dat is alles wat nodig is ? - that's all it takes ?

Geliefde - Love [r]

Heer, red mij - Lord, save me

BEN JE NET 150 KM/U BREKEN? HOE? - DID YOU JUST BREAK 150 KPH? HOW?

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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hi! i have a request, but not for a specific character, you can pick who you want to write about i just ask that it’s not about any of the stranger things characters😅 but could you write something just pure and fluffy and sweet with a plus size!reader please? there is a serious lack of just pure plus size!reader fanfics, almost all of the ones i find are smut and it makes me quite sad because i’m currently not able to read smut because of mental health reasons🥹 i just want to read something so sweet and pure and loving with a plus size!reader and her man just loving her softness and curves.

Hi sweetheart! I hope this is alright <3

Sirius Black x plus size!reader ♡ 822 words

You’re innocently reading when cold fingers try to jimmy into the crease between your thighs. You squeal. “Sirius, don’t! Shit, your fingers are freezing.”

He pouts. Even with his pretty lips and freakishly long lashes, the expression doesn’t work on you like it used to. Sirius has worn it out. “Exactly,” he whines. “They’re cold, and you’re so warm. Quit being selfish.”

“So get a blanket like a normal person,” you chide. “Don’t make your cold fingers my problem.”

Sirius scowls. “I thought my problems were your problems. Isn’t that, like, the point of a relationship?”

You lower your book to give him a look. “That’s an awfully self-serving idea of what a relationship is supposed to be, Siri.”

He huffs, reaching the whole two feet to grab the blanket you’ve strewn over the armchair. “Fine. You must have me in your thrall or something, you know that? I used to get whatever I wanted. Where did it all go so wrong?”

“Not sure.” You flip your page idly, though you’re not really reading anymore. Just baiting your boyfriend, as you are wont to do. “Maybe when you stopped trying to woo me.”

Sirius gasps, and your book is torn from your hands. He sets it on the table, and you both pretend he hasn’t done it with care, saving your page. “How dare you! I woo you every day of the week.”

“Mmm.” You try to look unimpressed, but you know he can see the smile you’re fighting. “I don’t feel very wooed when you try to use me as a human heating pad.”

SIrius’ grin comes out to play. You take that as permission to release your own. “Aw, m’sorry, lovely girl,” he croons, bending to brush his lips over the place on your thigh where his fingers had clawed for entry a minute before. “Have I not been telling you how wonderful you are often enough?”

You bite your lip against the giggle bubbling up your throat. “You could stand to do it more.”

“My pretty baby.” Sirius grips the fat of your hips, pulling himself upward to kiss you on the lips. “My sweet, darling angel, do you know how much I love you?” He moves to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, just under your eye, kiss-kiss-kissing all up and down your face.

Your giggles escape, and you break, hands touching his waist to keep him close. “I do,” you admit happily. “I love you too.”

“No, but not nearly as much as I love you.” His voice wilts with a dejection that’s entirely for show, leaning back to bat his too-long eyelashes at you pitifully. “You really have no idea, do you? You silly thing. I think I need to show you more often.”

You’re quiet, shaking with silent laughter Sirius pretends not to notice.

“I love you here,” he says, palms rubbing soothingly up and down your thighs, “but for more than just because they’re so warm. And I love you here” —his hands slide over the material of your shirt, up your waist, dipping lovingly into each rolling curve— “and here” —he follows the path to your broad shoulders, squeezing lightly before continuing upwards to cup your face— “and I love—baby, are you paying attention? This is important—I love you here.” He pecks you on the lips. “Love love love you, gorgeous. I love you here, too.” He kisses your nose, then presses his lips to your forehead. “I love you here most of all,” he says, words all mushed up against your skin. “Do you believe me now?”

“Sirius,” you say softly, face now infinitely warmer than it had been a minute ago, back when you’d been under the impression that you were the one teasing him. “Of course I believe you.”

“Good.” He gives your head one more firm kiss before backing off, giving you one of those sweetheart, earnest smiles he keeps locked away for special occasions. “It’s important that you know, you know?”

“Mhm,” you say, and his grin widens at your shyness. It takes a lot for him to make you this bashful these days, so your flush is a victory for him. “This was all a part of your grand scheme, wasn’t it?”

Sirius blinks at you. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

You stare him down for a few seconds before sighing. “Fine, you can use my legs to warm your hands.”

“Yes!” He wastes no time, worming his fingers into the soft inner part of your thighs. You tense at the cold. “I prefer not to think of it as using you. More like affection that also happens to have utility, yeah?”

“Sure.” You roll your eyes, fighting a shiver as you pick your book up from the coffee table. “It’s like you said, you get whatever you want.”

Sirius leans forward, pecking you sweetly on the lips. “You know it, babe.”

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sluttywonwoo · 11 months

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love the heat || h.wj

pairing: hong woojin x reader

summary: you indulge your boyfriend in his biggest fantasy

warnings: swearing, blood mentions, smut (18+ ; minors dni)

additional warnings: a lil exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), face sitting, cumming untouched, absolute pussy fiend woojin

word count: 3.2k

“Hey, Champ!”

Your voice echoing throughout the empty gym makes Woojin perk up and turn around, eyes searching the arena for you. He spots you by the door and his face lights up. His trainer, on the other hand, looks significantly less enthusiastic about your unannounced appearance. Woojin doesn’t seem to notice, though. He beckons you over, lifting the ropes so you can duck into the ring with him.

He wraps you into a hug, despite your protests of him being sweaty, and only releases you once you return his embrace.

“Don’t call me champ when you know I got my ass handed to me yesterday,” he mumbles.

“You’re my champion. Doesn’t that count for anything?” you ask.

“Of course it does,” Woojin surrenders momentarily, swooping down to kiss you chastely on the lips. “But ranking first in your heart doesn’t do much for sponsors.”

You put your hands on your hips, trying to look stern. “Weren’t you only practicing yesterday? What’s with the dramatics? It’s not like it was a televised fight.”

“And even so, Geonwoo still hit me so hard I blacked out for a couple seconds.”

“He what?”

Woojin hadn’t mentioned that part last night in the debrief of his day he always gives you when he calls to say goodnight.

He shrugs it off. “It was an accident. He didn’t mean to hit me that hard.”

You frown, cupping his face to get a better look at the damage. “And he split your lip? Jesus, Woo, do I need to have a chat with him?”

“No, no. It’s fine, babe. It happens all the time.”

“Still, he needs to be gentler when you’re just sparring. I don’t want to taste blood every time I kiss you.”

“I guess only one of us doesn’t mind the taste of blood,” Woojin quips with a smirk, pulling you closer to him by slipping two fingers into a belt loop on your jeans.

“Woo!” you scold, shoving him away. You nod in the direction of his trainer who is still standing less than ten feet from the both of you.

He holds up his hands defensively. “What! I was talking about my own blood.”

“Yeah, ok,” you mutter before turning to the other man in the ring. “Hi, Jimmy.”

He nods. “Always a pleasure.”

You manage to keep yourself from snorting at the blatant exaggeration, if not flat-out lie, and nod politely back to him.

“I’ll be over on the bench until you’re finished,” you say.

“I can be finished right now,” Woojin blurts.

“No, you can’t be. I heard Jimmy saying ‘three more sets’ when I walked in. And you have to cool down after.”

Your boyfriend’s smile wanes but his trainer mouths a silent thank you to you behind his back.

“I’ll make them quick, then,” he promises.

“I’m not in a rush.”

“Well, I am,” Woojin murmurs, pulling you close again. “You smell nice, by the way.”

You drop your voice to a whisper and will yourself to take a step back. It’s so tempting to just yank him out of the ring and drag him to your car but you’re the one with more restraint between the two of you so you have to keep it together for both of your sakes. “Keep it in your pants, Hong. I’ll be over there.”

He pouts. “You’re not going to give me a kiss for good luck?”

“Isn’t this just practice?”

“Wow, so you hate me.”

“Yes, that’s exactly the conclusion you were meant to draw from that,” you deadpan.

“Can I get a kiss or not?”

“Yes, you can. But next time just ask for one. Don’t use luck as an excuse.”

Woojin opens his mouth, you predict to argue back about how he had done no such thing, but you kiss him before he can get a word out. He lets out a surprised “hmph!” before relaxing his lips against your own. You pull away before he can take it any further, smiling only a little at the whine that escapes him when you do.

“Good luck, Champ.”

Woojin does fight better when you’re around. He’s always called you his good luck charm, and honestly, you thought he was full of shit at first. He was just a good fighter, period. His talent didn’t have anything to do with you. But then you had to take a trip overseas for a few weeks a couple of months into your relationship and you changed your mind.

His matches were televised so you watched all of them, setting your alarm for ungodly hours or simply pulling all-nighters to be able to tune in live.

The first fight you weren’t able to go to went horribly. You almost had to stop watching because of how bad Woojin looked by the end of it. You still remember crying to him over the phone about it afterward.

You thought it was a fluke. Everyone has bad days. Then the pattern continued. The other matches weren’t as bad as the first one, thankfully. Woojin even won some of them. But he was off his game the whole time.

Geonwoo told you he had never seen anything like it. He had never seen his best friend so... distracted before.

Both boys begged you to come home as soon as possible. And when you did, his streak of bad luck immediately ended.

He won the title of the first tournament you were back for. It was the first and only time he’s beaten Geonwoo, who tackled him in a hug as soon as the ref called the match. Woojin had to physically push his best friend off to get to you. Geonwoo was almost offended until he saw you standing behind him, waiting for your boyfriend’s attention. It was not the first nor would it be the last time Geonwoo forgot about your existence. You don’t mind, mostly. It’s only ever for a second and he always apologizes profusely.

Your presence hasn’t affected his performance that dramatically since then, but he does fight better when you’re there cheering him on. It’s proven when you hear a punch land with a resounding “oof” from Jimmy, and a comment from the trainer about how he’d finally gotten past his block. Jimmy lets your boyfriend off a couple of minutes early, evidently tired from the beating he was taking. Woojin rounds the benches where you’re sat, grinning at you like he’s just won the lottery.

“Ready to go?” you ask, handing him a towel.

“Just about,” he answers as he wipes the sweat from his face. “Gotta hit the showers first. Wanna join?”

You scoff, peeking over his shoulder to make sure Jimmy hadn’t heard him. “This is a public space.”

Woojin checks his watch and smirks. “Only for about seven more minutes. Then it’s closed. It’ll be all ours.”

You roll your eyes. “Except you’re not the one with the keys to lock up, Jimmy is. Do you really think he’ll want to hear that?”

“He won’t mind.”

“He most definitely will.” You push Woojin’s thigh with your knee. “Now hurry up. The faster you shower, the faster we can get out of here.”

You picked up takeout on the way back to the apartment Woojin shares with Geonwoo. There was enough food for all three of you and now the empty containers lay on the coffee table, long forgotten as the credits to the movie you’d put on in the background roll.

Geonwoo had already gone to bed. He left halfway through, claiming to be too tired to watch the whole thing. You knew he had probably looked up the ending on Wikipedia and decided he’d rather play games in his room instead but you didn’t question him when he dipped.

“What do you want to watch next, babe?” Woojin asked as he gathered up all of the plasticware and rinsed it out in the sink.

“Whatever,” you answered noncommittally from where you were laying on the couch.

“Are you feeling tired, baby?” Woojin asks once he’s returned from sorting the containers for recycling. He kneels by the couch, petting your hair gently.

You shake your head. “Not really.”

“No?”

“Uh-uh.”

“What’s on your mind, then?”

“Something like this.”

You lift your head from the sofa’s armrest and lean forward, meeting Woojin with a kiss. He hums against your mouth like he’s pleasantly surprised and deepens it without further question. You let him slip his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he cradles the back of your head with one of his hands. It gets heated fast. One second you’re laying down on the couch making out, the next you’re on the living room floor with your boyfriend who’s working a hand down your pants.

“Wait, wait, wait- Geonwoo is home, babe,” you whisper after breaking away from his embrace.

Woojin looks mildly miffed, curls in disarray as he pouts at you. “So? He’s in his room.”

“Yeah, and his room is right there,” you hiss, looking over your shoulder at his door.

“He’s asleep.”

“We don’t know that.”

“He said he was going to sleep,” Woojin points out. “Are you uncomfortable out here? Because we can go somewh-”

“No, it’s not that, I’d just feel bad if he suddenly walked in on us.”

Woojin shrugs. “He’s seen worse.”

“That’s not the point. You know that’s not the point.”

“It’s not like he doesn’t hear us going at it when we’re in my room. We share a wall.”

Well, that was a slightly mortifying bit of information that you had not previously been aware of. You knew they shared a wall, obviously, but you hadn’t thought about the way sound traveled through said wall. And now that you were thinking about it, you could hear Geonwoo yelling at his game sometimes. Fuck.

You scramble to your knees and push yourself back onto the couch. Woojin puts a hand on either of your thighs and spreads them apart, looking up at you

“It’s a little hot if you think about it,” he says. You purse your lips. “Look at you, you can’t even deny it!”

“Just get up here.”

You don’t give him a chance to make another snarky comment before you’re yanking him up by the collar of his T-shirt and kissing him again. Woojin doesn’t protest. He simply makes a sound of satisfaction against your mouth, like he’d won.

There’s a bit of push and pull. You trying to tug him up onto the couch, him trying to drag you down back onto the floor. But the game of tug of war persists for just a moment before your boyfriend overpowers you and pulls you onto his lap. You knew he had only been humoring you for the sake of the bit.

“Baby?” he asks when you start to kiss his neck, sounding a little breathless.

“Hm?”

“Will you sit on my face?”

You pause and sit up properly to look him in the eyes. “What?”

He swallows thickly, looking desperate. “Sit on my face, please?”

Woojin loves your pussy. Loves the taste of it, to be more specific. He loves the feeling too, of course, but he’s spent hours with his head in between your legs making you see God over and over again. He eats you out every single time you have sex. He eats you out even when you don’t have sex sometimes, just because he’s craving you on his tongue.

But you’ve never sat on his face. In all the months you’ve been dating it just hasn’t come up. He’s had you in practically every way possible except for this one.

“Please, baby. Don’t make me beg.”

He was kind of already begging but you weren’t going to point that out. You looked towards Geonwoo’s door again and then back at Woojin.

“Here?”

“Yeah, right here,” he pats the spot on the floor. “Just get on top of me.”

“Alright, help me get my pants off.”

You’re still in your outfit from work because you don’t like to change before you shower and you don’t like to shower unless you’re going to be in bed for the rest of the night. You’ve argued about Woojin eating you out after a full day of work before but he insists that he could not give less of a fuck about the state your pussy is in as long as it’s in his mouth.

You only let him do it because you know he means it and he makes you cum so hard that you can’t even find it within yourself to be self-conscious.

Your work slacks are tight but Woojin manages to get them off in record time. He folds them neatly and places them on the couch before getting into position and motioning for you to join him.

You wiggle out of your underwear and set them on top of your pants. Woojin’s already on his back but he props himself up on his elbows to get a better look at you. He smirks as you step over him, straddling his waist with your ankles instead of your thighs.

“You look so fucking hot like that,” he mutters. “Kind of just want to watch you stand there and look disappointed in me all night.”

You scoff. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you.” He winks and clicks his tongue.

“You’d really rather do this instead of... the other thing?”

“I never said that! I’d rather do the other thing. Definitely the other thing.” You snort and shake your head at him. “But we can file this away for another day?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is what I want.”

“But what you want more...”

“Is for you to sit on my face, yes. So come here.”

Woojin knows you’re not teasing him on purpose, but it definitely feels like you are. You’re still out of reach, hovering hesitantly above his mouth. You seem nervous so he doesn’t rush you but he’s dying for it.

It also seems like you don’t quite know what to do with yourself. He thinks about asking you if you’ve ever done this before but then he decides he would rather not know the answer to that question.

“Here, baby,” he murmurs and puts his hands on your hips to guide you down onto him.

“Remember, tap me twice if you can’t breathe or something,” you remind him.

He won’t need to do that but he nods in acknowledgment to ease your mind if nothing else.

Woojin coaxes you down a little further, close enough for him to taste you if he cranes his neck so that’s what he does. He lifts his head and sticks out his tongue to trace the shape of you. Immediately, you shudder and Woojin uses your clumsiness against you. He raises his shoulders as soon as he feels your legs begin to shake which makes you lose your balance and fall onto him completely.

Your boyfriend moans into you, making you whimper in turn. He’s instantly convinced this is what heaven feels like. All of his senses have been overtaken by you. All he can taste, smell, see, and feel is you. And all he can hear are the sweet sounds of pleasure he knows you’re trying to hold back.

You’re sort of just sitting there on his face, and to be fair that’s what he’d asked you to do but he knows it would feel even better for you if you moved a bit so he encourages you to rock your hips by pushing on your ass. You get the message and start to grind down on him, earning praise in the form of a thumbs-up.

“Fuck, so wet,” he compliments, hoping you can understand him.

“Yeah, well you know what watching you box does to me,” you sigh defensively.

Woojin tries not to smirk because he knows you’d be able to feel it but he can’t help himself. You smack his shoulder in retaliation. Yeah, that’s pretty much what he thought would happen.

“Taste so good, baby. Thank you. Than- mph!”

You’d threaded your fingers into his hair and yanked him by it, using your newfound control to push his face even deeper into your cunt.

“Fuck yes... does it feel good?”

“Feels fucking incredible, Woo. How are you so good at this?”

Woojin doesn’t want to admit that it’s all he’s thought about since he met you. Doesn’t want to share the fantasies that have kept him up at night with a hand around his cock, sometimes with you sleeping right next to him. He’s wanted you to ride his face since before you started dating, and once he’d actually tasted you, it was over for him. Just like it’s over for him now.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his entire life. It hurts and he’s been thrusting into nothing for several minutes now, and he’s almost certain his sweats are already ruined with the amount of precum he’s leaking.

He loses the ability to speak when he starts fucking you with his tongue but he figures his mouth is being put to better use like this anyway. Besides, you do enough talking for both of you. You’re still trying to keep your voice down since Geonwoo is in the next room but it ultimately doesn’t matter because the most obscene sounds in the room are coming from Woojin making out with your pussy.

His nose nudges your clit over and over each time you glide over it like it’s a credit card, and it makes him wonder what it would feel like for you to ride his nose. He’s gotten a few compliments on the shape of his nose so he’s confident that it would feel good for you but in order to do that you would have to turn around and he’s enjoying having his tongue inside of you way too much to give that up.

“Woo, fuck,” you gasp suddenly.

Your thighs squeeze tighter around his head and he whines, wishing it were somehow possible for you to crush his skull and still live.

“Close?”

“Yes, I’m right there, don’t stop...”

He holds you down as you cum, absolutely drowning himself in the arousal that gushes from you as you do. He laps up as much of it as he can, but he can’t quite get all of it and what’s left runs down the sides of his face onto the rug beneath him. He can’t find it within him to care, aside from being slightly jealous of the carpet.

You’re saying something but all he can hear is white noise as his body goes taut and then relaxes. When he comes to, you’ve already climbed off of him and are laying on the floor spent.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he sighs.

You lift your head curiously. “Did you just-”

“Yeah.”

He grimaces and sits up to assess the damage. His sweatpants have a dark wet spot right over his dick. Predictable. He hadn’t wanted to cum like that but it was simply unavoidable. Anyone in his position would have done the same thing. Probably.

“The rug,” you groan, staring at the stain.

“I’ll send it off to be cleaned,” Woojin assures you.

“You don’t have rug cleaning money!”“Then I’ll clean it myself. There’s a twenty-four-hour convenience store down the street. We can go there to get the stuff. After we do that again.”

finally finished this bad boy ;-; lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

bloodhounds tags: @sluttywoozi @kimanniexxx @icyb3rry

#bloodhounds smut #hong woojin smut #bloodhounds x reader #hong woojin x reader #hong woo jin smut #hong woo jin x reader #bloodhounds x female reader #hong woojin x female reader

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blackbat05 · 2 years

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Solidarity

Shangqi x Reader (with Jimmy Woo)

A/N: Reader is Jimmy Woo's daughter! An inspiration I got from watching a youtube short and also my previous headcanon, hehe.

Genre: PG-13

Notes: The reader realizes that the men in the household are dorky idiots. [Y'all can save this for future purposes if you need a laugh: @wint3r-h3art @tom-whore-dleston @crazycookiecrumbles]

"Where is that idiot?" You burst into the room, much to the shock of the Avengers and your father - special agent Jimmy Woo.

"Honey... maybe now isn't a good time..." He steps forward, trying to coax you away from the hospital room but your anger seemed to have given you hulk-like strength.

"If he wants to be so reckless let me know and I'll kill him with my own bare hands!"

Despite your anger, you can't help but notice some of the younger Avengers giving each other side-eye glances. Noted, not to stand in your way or piss you off.

Gripping the handle on the door to Shangqi's room, you almost yanked it open to see him sheepishly staring at you under the covers.

"Hey, babe." He waves a bandaged arm at you before giving a panicked glance to your father who could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

"Don't you 'hey, babe' me you... you son of a- did you know how worried I was?"

Before he could even open his mouth, Shangqi quickly closes it again, a wise decision.

"Then again, maybe not. Since you're too busy running around and waiting to get your brains blown up by a talking Lizard!" You almost yell the last few words up, still trying to process the incredulity of it all since you got the phone call from the hospital.

"And you!" You turn around to see your father attempting to sneak out of the room. "Where do you think you're going? I cannot believe you didn't tell me that he was in the hospital and I had to hear it from them myself!"

"Honey, Shangqi didn't want you to worry."

"Come on Jimmy don't leave me to die!" Shangqi pleads from the bed and despite your anger, you can't help but roll your eyes.

"You pull this stunt one more time and you'll be exchanging places with Xiayi. I mean it!"

You turn to your father, "Xiayi's outside. Don't give her any deserts until she's had her lunch. I'll be back after getting this doofus' affairs in order." And with that, you turn on your heels, letting your daughter who had been eagerly awaiting seeing her father and grandpa.

"Baba!" Xiayi hoists her little body up with much effort, curling up against him. "Did Mama yell at you again?"

The two men wince at the little girl’s perceptiveness.

“No baobei, uh…” Shangqi tries to come up with a good excuse.

“Your mama was just worried, that’s all.” Jimmy adds in helpfully.

“Huh,” Xiayi crinkles her nose, deep in thought. “I thought I heard mama talking with Uncle Wong about putting you in the 'dog house'." She pauses before turning to Shangqi with glittering eyes, "Does this mean we're getting a dog?"

"I'm not too sure about that..." Shangqi trails off before being saved by the nurse who looks more amused than anything else, a phone in her hand.

"There's a call for you," she places the phone on the bed, leaving as quickly as she came in.

Shangqi looks at his phone in horror, the caller ID labeled "My lovely wife" staring at him. Maybe not so lovely after all...

Without thinking, he tosses the phone to his father-in-law like a hot potato.

"Please Jimmy answer it, I beg you."

The phone gets tossed back onto the bed. "Don't you drag me into this!" Jimmy hisses back at his son-in-law.

"I thought you were on my side!"

"I was! But have you seen my daughter?"

As the bickering goes back and forth, the two men fail to notice a pair of small hands going for the device, pressing the speaker button.

"Mama!"

The two men freeze at the unexpected pause. Thank god you weren't the type to say the first thing that came into your mind, especially when your baby girl was at the end of the line.

"Xiayi!" You crooned. "How's my little girl?"

"I'm hungry!" She whines adorably, rolling around the hospital bed.

"Grandpa's going to take you for lunch ok? I'll see you later after I ask Baba about the past five times he's been to the hospital." You grit through your teeth, knowing very well that your husband is listening. "Mama's going to talk to Uncle Wong now!"

Oh shit.

He turns to Jimmy who is already taking his coat and Xiayi's bag. "Jimmy, please - can't you get the nurse to sedate me or something?"

"Say bye to Baba!" Jimmy holds Xiayi's hand, the little girl waving innocently with her free hand to Shangqi's disappointment. His precious protector from your deadly attacks was gone.

"Oh come on! Where's the solidarity?"

"Gotta face it, son. It'll be over sooner than you think." Jimmy is half a foot out of the door, eager to shut the door on his son-in-law.

"I'll be dead by then!"

#shangqi x reader #shang chi x reader #xu shangqi x reader #xu shang chi #xu shang chi x reader #jimmy woo #simu liu

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p-taryn-dactyl · 11 months

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way down we go (i)

a/n: this was not requested but I couldn't for the life of me get the idea out of my head. this can be considered a dark!fic bc of the events and plot points so please read the warnings before reading! I hope y'all enjoy! also, I already have part 2 written so this is one series you don't have to wait weeks for an update, only a day 💜

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): graphic depictions of crime scene/dead body - murder - blood and gore - this isn't really a happy fic - I'm not the fondest of writing things that show serial killers in a romanticized way so this...isn't going to end well - people die in this guys - if you do not like blood or anything to do with death do not read this - even though I absolutely love forensics I am in no way an expert and all my info comes from my singular forensic class and all the forensic files I watch - this is fiction plz don't come for my inaccuracies - (reader also does profiles bc why not)

pairing(s): forensic scientist!reader x serial killer!Agatha

prompt: your relationship was picture perfect. you're happy and in love but one crime scene brings your love crashing down around you. (I'm not good at descriptions)

You knew you would never escape this feeling.

The chills that ran down your spine as you walked through the scene, the only sounds being camera shutters and shuffling footsteps of your team, the way the air was suspended around you, imitating the way you held your breath. You forced your emotions into a box and shoved it to the back of your mind, your eyes turning from sympathetic to analytical, necessary for your job. The only one who noticed the change was your Crime Scene Photographer, Darcy. She pursed her lips at you, tilting her head towards the bedroom, acknowledging your shift into your role of head CSI.

This scene was different than the others, you immediately noticed as you crossed the bedroom threshold. Blood took over the wallpaper, staining the costly vintage pattern. The body lay face down on the bed, stab marks on the back, mostly shallow and jagged, indicating a struggle had occurred. Your thoughts were proven as your eyes scanned over the blood spatter. This victim fought back, causing a fight your killer hadn't anticipated.

She was the tenth one this month, the bodies being found more and more frequently, the killer getting more confident.

"Y/N."

Your name sounded behind you, making you turn around. Lead Detective Jimmy Woo stood with a grimace on his face, eyes expectant. You nodded as you brought him over to the side of the bed, where you could see the wounds better.

"This one is different, Jim. The scene is a mess, the body mutilated and uncharacteristically stabbed, not to mention the lack of sophistication."

You turned from the bed and walked over to a pile of cleaning supplies, crouching down and cocking your head to the side. Your eyes widened when you noticed what had caught your eye. Pulling out your tweezers from your toolkit hanging by your side, you called out to Jimmy, asking for an evidence bag. As he handed it to you, he asked an important question.

"Then how can we be sure it's the same killer."

Without hesitating you answered.

"The victim fits the profile. A woman in her early to mid 50s, lives alone, estranged from family," you nodded your head to the dusty photographs on the dresser, now decorated by dried drops of blood, "and the cleaning supplies, the same ones we know for a fact were used at the other scenes."

As you bagged the strand of hair, your mind thought back to the other crime scenes. The bodies of the victims lying in bed, dead for days or weeks at the longest, the rooms cleaned meticulously, the only mess being the crusty blood stains from the single slit mark on the women's neck. You thought that those scenes were the worst, but now as you looked around, you knew you hadn't seen the worst of humanity yet.

Handing Jimmy the evidence bag, which he passed on to the officers on the scene, you stood up.

"Forensics is done here, all pictures taken, swabs done, and now all evidence is bagged. Help me roll the body over."

Your plastic gloves were already soaked with blood as you and Jimmy rolled the victim onto her back. Jimmy choked on what he saw. You merely sighed. The slit on the victims neck was jagged but shallow. The scene played out in your head. The killer did the normal business of coming from behind with the knife, but this one struggled, making the cut not deep enough to kill. The killer pushed the woman onto the bed, trying to suffocate her with the pillow but she kept struggling. Finally, the killer resorted to stabbing the woman until the act was finished, even some post-mortem. Then, instead of having time to clean the scene and position the body, something unexpected happened. Someone visited the victim, the young next door neighbor who felt sorry for the elderly woman who never saw her family. The killer had to rush out the back, leaving countless pieces of evidence behind and ruining weeks of planning.

"Let's get her in a bag, make sure to contact the family and ask for her will and wishes upon her death."

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On the drive back to the station and your team's lab, you allowed yourself a moment to text your wife.

You: Hey hon, I don't think I'll make it for dinner. I might stay the night.

You let yourself slip information, a breach of protocol but you trusted Agatha.

We finally have enough to catch this bastard.

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The sounds of reporters never stopped as the hours passed, your team logging and entering every piece of evidence from this scene and past. You ran every single strand of DNA evidence you had through every database you had legal access to. Monica Rambeau, your secret weapon when it came to, well, weapons, made multiple 3D replicas of the suspects height and body weight, using the angles of the blood spatter and the stab wounds. You and your team had discovered a separate blood profile in the mix, a break that had you desperate for a culprit. Now you sat in front of the equipment in your lab, the rest of your team resting while evidence was being processed and while the detective went over profiles and case reports, looking for details they might've missed.

You kept yourself from drifting into sleep by scrolling on your phone. When you opened your messages, your brow scrunched together. Agatha hadn't responded to your text, leaving it delivered. Frowning, you started typing but realizing the time, you thought she would be sleeping. Maybe you missing dinner tonight had struck a nerve with your wife. Sighing, you slumped in your chair, practicing your apology in your head. You knew it wasn't common of you to miss dinner, so maybe she had something special planned for tonight, even if it was nowhere near one of your birthdays or an anniversary. But that didn't mean anything, maybe it was a surprise date night. You were so lost in your worry, you almost didn't hear the ping from your computer indicating a match. You read the results, a hint of surprise at the determined sex of the killer. You started to type some notes in an email for Jimmy when your computer indicated it had found an 94% DNA match in a database. You paused, your hands still hovering over your keyboard as the killer's picture came up on your screen.

Time suspended around you, suffocating you as your vision tunneled. The buzzing of your phone broke you out of your stupor and with shaking hands you opened the message from your wife.

aggie❤️: no worries about dinner love, how's the case going?

Your eyes flickered from the text to the picture on your screen, your wife's cold blue eyes staring into your soul. You hesitated before you answered.

You: not well. everything came up a dead end, ig it's back to square one.

You put your phone face down on your desk, quickly exiting out of the page, your wife's picture replaced with your background. Which did nothing to sooth your rapidly panicking state, as it was your wedding photo. You slammed the power button, relief flooding your body at the black screen. With shaky hands, you cradled your head.

This can not be happening. You thought, pinching your arms, desperate to wake up from this vivid nightmare.

This

Can

Not

Happening.

Your phone buzzed with your wife's reply and you read it through blurry vision.

aggie❤️: im sorry to hear that hon. text me when you're on your way home <3

Normally, the heart as the end of the text would send butterflies ablaze in your stomach but now all it did was sending waves of nausea coursing through you. Were there signs you missed? Something you overlooked through the haze of being in love?

Were all these women dead because you were too blind to see what was in front of you the whole time?

You stood up suddenly, your chair crashing behind you. Darcy rushed in, concern lacing her actions.

"Y/N, are you-"

"I have a migraine. Staring at a screen for too long and all that." You cut her off, even giving a slight chuckle at the end to play it off. Darcy still looked concerned but let you gather your things and walk out of the lab.

"If anything comes up, I'll call you!" she called out, not knowing her words caused your stomach to hardened.

As you went to walk out of the station, you noticed Jimmy had recklessly left his gun and holster on his desk.

You walked out of the station, pulling your jacket tight against your body as you got into your car.

No one had noticed Jimmy's gun was no longer on his desk.

a/n: ok I really hope y'all enjoyed this bc ive been waiting to write it for forever!! part 2 will 100% be out tomorrow bc ive already written it lol. I like writing true crime/mystery fics or fics with the same vibe so hopefully I did it well!! thank you for reading and I love all of y'all so much <3 sorry I haven't been writing that much

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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 2 years

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Pregnancy by accident

Fandom: MCU ( more of WandaVision, but no spoilers)

Pairing: Jimmy Woo x gen!Reader

Requested: No

Summary: Reader has been throwing up for days now. This can't be normal, right? Darcy has three theories, one involves a plus one in Reader's life with Jimmy.

Please be aware that the Reader may have a gender neutral Pronoun, but they have female Sex organs, because this is a pregnancy story. I know that not only female people are able to get pregnant, but if this makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it, for your own health!!

Word Count: 2592

Warnings: Does Pregnancy count as Warning?

A/N: I feel like half of this is platonic! Darcy/Reader but whatever. I wanted to write it, so I did

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A ringing brought them out of their daydream world. Not like there was any art to it. For whatever reason, Jimmy had decided to choose the most annoying and longest ringtone there was for them. He claimed it was so they would actually hear the ring, but Y/N rather thought he either wanted to annoy them or had actually taken a liking to the hideous tune. With difficulty, they got up from the sofa, on which they had just been watching some stupid American reality show, and went over to the flat door. No sooner had they opened it than a familiar figure darted in without greeting them with a word. Sighing, they closed the door. "It's good to see you too, Darcy." The brunette just shook herself and took off her glasses, which were fogged up by the warm air. "It's a bitch of a weather outside, you wouldn't believe. You'd think the world was coming to an end." With an effort she stripped off her coat, scarf and cap and hung them on the coat rack. But before she could enter the flat, Y/N stopped her. "Could you take your shoes off yet? Jimmy hates it when you enter the flat in the shoes you walked the dirty streets in." Darcy raised an eyebrow. "Your hubby isn't here. He's still hanging out somewhere in Utah." Despite that, she brushed off her with boots that had the dirty snowslush of the street clinging to them. "Not for long anymore," was their response as they moved the hallway down to the living room. "He called me this morning to say that he was almost done. He'll probably be back next week." "Oh really?" Darcy sat down on the couch. "Well then I'm gonna make sure to leave you two lovebirds alone. Don't need to be trapped between you two." They laughed. "Coffee?" They didn't turn around as they walked to the kitchen to answer that question. From the living room came only a sigh of relief. "You don't have to ask about that. I love you." Y/N chuckled softly as they tipped the coffee powder into the filter and poured hot water on everything. "Don't say that too loud or Jimmy will hear you." Darcy snorted. "From New Jersey all the way to Utah?" "You'd be amazed how acute his hearing can be."

Two minutes later they were sitting on the sofa, each with a hot cup of coffee in their hands and a plate of Christmas biscuits left over from a fortnight ago. Darcy lifted the cup to her lips and sipped the liquid carefully so as not to burn her tongue before sighing with pleasure. "Your coffee is still the best in the world. The only reason I'm even here." "And I thought you were here for a further education." "Nah," Darcy waved it off. "Just for your coffee." Y/N laughed, but as they put their cup to their lips and the usually comforting smell of coffee rose to their nostrils, they felt a pang of nausea hit them. And it was not the kind of nausea that could be suppressed. Hastily, they put the cup down and rushed into the adjoining bathroom with a "I think I'm going to puke". Concerned, Darcy in turn also put down her cup and followed her friend's gagging sounds. She stopped outside the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Hey, can I come in or are you crouching on the floor causing me to slam the door in your face?" The flush of the toilet sounded, followed by a soft "Come in." Instantly Darcy pushed open the door only to see Y/N standing in front of the mirror leaning on the sink, eyes exhausted and face sunken. "You alright?" They just waved it off and quickly rinsing their mouth. "It's not the first time. It's been going on for days now. I think I've got indigestion." Darcy rubbed their shoulders. "You must have eaten some really crap to make it this bad. I would have said you were getting your period, but I don't think it's usually this severe."

Y/N froze. They quickly ran the numbers over in their head before staggering slightly to the side and lowering themselves against the wall. Instantly Darcy crouched beside them. "Are you feeling dizzy? Any worse? I swear, if you faint on me I'll call an ambulance!" "I'm overdue." Darcy's panicked expression turned confused. "What, overdue for what?" "My period." They looked up at Darcy, understanding slowly spreading across her face. "I should have had my period ten days ago at the latest. And you know I'm usually early." "Ten days?! How can you not realise you're ten days over?" "I've been busy!" "Oh really? Even though your husband wasn't there?" "Darcy?! You really think that's the right time for this?!" "Okay, point taken." Darcy gently took their hands. She really didn't know what to do, she was an astrophysicist after all, which was why her next question came across as a bit awkward. "How are you?" They buried their faces in their hands. "I really don't know what to think, feel or do right now, Darcy." Darcy frowned. "How about a test? Maybe you're just worried for the sake of it. Or maybe you're just late. Or have some sort of disorder." They laughed briefly and rubbed their face. "I don't know what I'd prefer, but I think you're right. Even if I'm not sure I can." "Oh, come on, I mean. What's the big thing that can happen?" Darcy stood up. "Either you're not pregnant and you have to go to the doctor or you are pregnant, you tell your hubby and you go to the doctor together. Both options end with you on the treatment table. You're just sort of deciding whether it's because of a mini-woo in your belly or a disorder in your belly." "You say that so easily." Slowly they straightened up again. "One of the possibilities could end up with a mini-me running around. That I carry around in my belly for nine months and then have to push out of my body in excruciating pain." Darcy pressed her lips together and nodded quietly. "Maybe. But I've heard from many birthing parents that it was worth the pain." "Well thank you very much. That helps a lot."

Carefully Darcy took them by the arm and led them out of the bathroom. "Come on, let's both get warmly dressed and go to the nearest pharmacy and buy four tests straight away just to be on the safe side. Half of them will be on me too, but only on the condition that I become a godmother in the case, okay? Someone has to teach Junior Agent Woo bullshit." Slowly she let go of Y/N, as if they could disappear at a moment's notice, it wouldn't be the first time something like that happened, and quickly poured the already cold coffee into the sink in the kitchen. Her eyes fell on the remaining coffee in the thermos. She would need it, as the likelihood of Y/N drinking it with her was now drastically reduced. When she returned, however, her friend was slumped on the sofa. Darcy sighed soundlessly and sat down beside them, "Hey, it's not going to be that bad." "What if Jimmy doesn't want this? What if he gets mad?" Instantly Darcy grabbed them by the arms and made sure they were looking at her. "Now you listen to me. The biggest desire in that man's life, apart from marrying you, which worked out, was always to have children. Believe me, he once accidentally confessed that to me, no time or desire for context. If you're pregnant, there's nothing in his whole life that's gonna make him happier, okay? He is infatuated with you and he will be infatuated with your possible child. Got it?" They nodded gently and smiled shyly. "I think we should be on our way. The snow outside is getting heavier."

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To say that Jimmy had had an exhausting few weeks would have been an understatement. He had intended to spend a cosy weekend with his spouse, but instead had been chased halfway across the country, had to deal with some idiots, slept in one of the worst hotels in the world and wanted nothing more than to hold Y/N in his arms and never let go again. So one could understand how relieved he was when he finally stood with his bag in front of the apartment building where they two lived. A tiny part of him though, felt a nagging, strange feeling, which was one hundred percent due to the confusing message Darcy had sent him three days ago. However, at the moment he tried to push all that aside and concentrate only on the fact that in a few moments he would finally be able to hold his spouse in his arms again. Hurriedly, but not so quickly that he could appear desperate, he unlocked the door and walked at a fast pace up the stairs to their flat. Once there, he took another breath before inserting the key into the lock and slowly opening the door, which he closed right back behind him. "Darling," he called as he set down the bag and brushed off both jacket and shoes. "I'm home!" His feet ran the familiar path, from the front door into the living room and a bright, warm smile spread across his face as he saw his spouse rise from the sofa. "Jimmy!"

A soft chuckle escaped them as Jimmy wrapped his arms around their body, pressed them tightly against each other and buried his nose in the crook of their neck to soak up their scent. "I missed you," he murmured, feeling their fingers gently run through his hair. "Me too, sweetie, me too." For another moment, Jimmy simply enjoyed the warmth of his loved one before he lifted his head and finally, finally, placed a soft kiss on their lips. "Love you." Another kiss. "Love you too." Lovingly, he looked down at them and received an equally loving smile in return. "I have something for you." Jimmy raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Wasn't I supposed to be the one with the presents for you because I had to leave?" Their eyes reflected their amusement. "They're bait gifts so you'll never leave." With one last kiss against his temple, they turned and hurried to one of the dressers to rummage around in the top drawer. Jimmy, meanwhile, circled the sofa and settled down on it. He hadn't been able to find a parking space outside the front door and had had to park several blocks away, so now he didn't turn down the opportunity to sit. Footsteps muffled by slippers approached him and Y/N sat down beside him, holding a pale green packet in their left hand, their right hand hidden behind their back. With a grateful smile, he took the packet from their hand and pointed to their hand still hidden behind their back. "And what is this?" "That's in case you don't understand the first one." Jimmy tilted his head. Now his curiosity was truly piqued. "The first what?" They just smiled and nodded over to the packet.

Jimmy raised his hands in surrender before his eyes turned to the package in his lap. Then he looked back at them and pressed another kiss to their cheek. "I love you," he murmured before carefully beginning to remove the paper. Y/N laughed out. "You don't have to be so careful. We certainly can't recycle that." "You never know." Nevertheless, he now unwound the paper a little less carefully, revealing a small brown packet. He looked up and they encouraged him with another nod, so he slowly lifted the lid. What was revealed underneath turned his curiosity into confusion. "What?" He lifted the small plastic badge from the package, embossed with the words 'Junior Agent Woo', hoping that perhaps there was something else in the package. This was indeed the case, though it was only a simple card with the phrase 'Coming Soon...' printed on it.

Amused, Y/N watched their husband's confusion and when he looked up almost in exasperation, they couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Stop laughing," Jimmy whined, crossing his arms in front of his chest, making him look like a petulant toddler. "I'm sorry, it's just," they wiped their eyes, "you're an FBI agent and according to Darcy, that had been your own suggestion." "Darcy?" Jimmy had now truly forgotten all the possibilities he had previously suspected. ""What does this have to do with Darcy now?"" "Think." Amused, they watched as Jimmy's gaze remained fixed on the badge and a crease formed on his forehead, caused by the strained thinking. One could almost see the gears turning in his head. All at once his face went blank and he looked up, eyes widening, mouth slightly open. "No." A small smile spread across their face. "Maybe." Shocked, he looked at the badge and back at them. "You're kidding." "No." "You... You're...ugh-" He pointed to their stomach and with a slightly shaking hand, Y/N brought their right hand out from behind their back, in which lay four plastic strips, pregnancy tests. Jimmy's gaze slid over them. Positive. Positive. Positive. Positive. He looked up again. Tears had formed in their eyes and he felt a familiar burning behind his eyes. "Pregnant," they finished his sentence. They put the tests down on the table. "I haven't seen the doctor yet," they confessed tearfully. "I wanted to wait for you. But according to the pharmacist, those were the best and it should be pretty obvious at four positives, right?" "Oh god." Jimmy slid forward and took them in his arms, hugging them as tight as he could. "Oh god." "I know." Sternly, he pressed a kiss to their lips and framed their face with his hands. In return, they grabbed him by the shoulders to hold themselves upright.

When they released, they both breathed hard and a tear-stained laugh escaped Jimmy as he leaned his forehead against Y/N's. "We're going to be parents," he murmured softly. "We're going to have a little mini-us." "I know," they returned, placing a hand over his heart. "I don't think I need to ask if you're happy, do I?" Jimmy chuckled. " If I' m happy? If I could I'd marry you again in a minute." This elicited a teary laugh from his spouse as well. Slowly his hands moved from their face to their belly. Of course, he knew that nothing could be felt yet, but the thought that their child together was growing there sent him into a state of euphoria. He slid off the sofa onto the floor and gently stroked their belly. "Daddy loves you very much, " he whispered and he heard another tearful laugh from Y/N. "You and Y/N. I can't wait to hold you." Then he looked up and took them in his arms again. "Thank you. I don't know how to thank you." "I know what." He pulled away from them and looked at them. "You do?" Gently, he stroked their face. "Darcy had one condition for buying half the tests." "And that would be?" "She wants to be a godmother." Jimmy laughed and hugged them again. "I think we should be able to manage that. Even though we'll probably regret it."

#marvel #mcu #jimmy woo #james e woo #jimmy woo x reader #wandavision #darcy lewis #darcy lewis & Reader #my works

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broken-ghost · 2 years

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Inbox is Open for Requests!

I typically write female reader out of habit so if you would prefer gender neutral or male reader please specify and you got it !

Fluff, Angst, Smut, I’m open for anything.

All requests welcome but if you are looking for prompts here’s the Latest Prompt List: First Kiss Prompts

Masterlist

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper, Dmitri Antonov, Joyce Byers, Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Alexei Smirnoff

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Kili, Fili, Bofur, Aragorn, Celeborn, Bilbo, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Eowyn, Arwen

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon, Beelzabub

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul: Hank Schrader, Lalo Salamanca, Nacho Vargo, Jesse Pinkman, Howard Hamlin, Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman

Game of Thrones: Jamie Lannister, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane, Stannis Baratheon, Bronn of the Blackwater, Gendry Baratheon, Jaqen H'ghar (This is the only fandom I’m open to writing character x character pairings in so feel free to send those as well)

The Boys: Homelander, Queen Maeve, Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie

Squid Game: Seong Gi-hun, Cho Sang-woo, Hwang Jun-ho, Sae-byeok, Jang Deok-su, Salesman, Front Man

The Hollows/Rachel Morgan Series: Trent Kalamack, Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Algaliarept “Al”, Rynn Cormel, Stanley Saladan, Kisten Felps, David Hue

#fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #the lord of the rings fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #Tolkein FanFiction #obey me fanfiction #better call Saul FanFiction #breaking bad fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #the hollows FanFiction #the hollows reader insert #squid game FanFiction #squid game reader insert

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palettesofrenaissance · 2 years

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⠀⠀༺ ˖࣪ 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄 ˖࣪ ∗ ˗ˏˋ🥐🍫ˎˊ˗

⠀I've been wanting to get back into reading more fics, especially getting to those written by my mutuals but I need a little nudge with some help, in part because of my indecisiveness

⠀starting today (sunday july 23, at the start of the week), I want to get into the habit of reading between 1-3 fics a week. so please let me know of fics you've written that you wouldn't mind me checking out!! plus I do leave comments

⠀please reblog this and drop a reply, send me an ask, or whatever to link me to your fic

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 🥯

if you have an AO3, even better!

fandoms I can read without a problem: marvel/mcu, dc comics/dceu, stranger things

BUT I'm open to trying any fandom. I just want to read and comment ♡

I am a multishipper and AU friendly

I prefer to read female-centered stories and about women of color, but this isn't exclusive

I prefer to read character fics but I'm willing to give reader self insert fics a try (just please no stranger things x reader)

edit: since I'm more of a character fics reader instead of self inserts, you'll have to directly point me to a self insert fic because I won't pick. I can't pick

however, there are things I refuse to read: incest, dd/lg, pedophilia, slave kinks, camming/stripping/prostitution, etc

marvel and dc comics ships that are a HARD NO: stucky, stony, sambucky, thorbruce, thor/carol danvers, thorki, valki, thorjane, darcy/jimmy woo, shuri/any adult, peggysousa. superbat, harley/joker, raven/beast boy, t'challa/erik killmonger, nakia/erik killmonger

(and it would be nice if you checked out my ao3 too. love you! ☺️)

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EDIT: I changed my mind. This requesting call goes out especially for stories centering women of color

#it's absolutely crazy how many times this post kept crashing on me #self recs #fic recommendation #fic rec list #marvel fic #fic recs #masterlist

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peoniarose · 2 years

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WIPs

Rules…Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ASK with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs…

I saw that the amazing @justfandomwritings had this and thought it would be fun to participate.

Well when it comes to my WIP list Goose couldn’t have said it any better...

So without further ado here are my WIPs…

1. Back at You (Jimmy Woo x Reader)

2. Puzzle Pieces (sister!Pearson x OC)

3. Turning Tides (title is a work in progress) (Zuko x OC)

4. Sister Bridgerton (the title is a work in progress) (sister!Bridgerton x OC)

5. Found Out (Tom Branson x Reader)

6. Super Mom (Miracle Guy x OC)

7. Newest Recruit (Steve Rogers x Reader)

8. Something Soft (Steve Murphy x Javier Pena)

9. TJ (title is a work in progress) (Eliot Spencer x OC)

10. My Wife (Foggy Nelson x Reader)

11. Dear Friend (a Perks of Being a Wallflower Fanfic)

12. Roadhouse Fanfic (John Dalton x waitress!reader)

13. EZ Reyes x Reader

14.The Coach’s Daughter (Scott McCall x OC)

15. Once in a Blue Moon (title is a work in progress) (Stiles Stilinski x OC)

16. Flowers and Fangs (Scott McCall x OC)

17. Theodosia Rodan of Riversong (Geralt x OC)

18. Dick Grayson x Reader

19. That Place Under the Trees (Steve Rogers x Reader)

20. To You on This Day (original, OC x OC)

21. Ages of Heroes (original story)

22. The Mackenzie Diaries (The Vampire Diaries fanfic) (Elijah x OC?, Jeremy x OC?)

Soooo...yeah I have a long WIPs list. There are even more, but I’ll it to what is listed above...

I shall nonpressure tag anyone who wants to participate and have fun!

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slutfornat · 3 years

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Marvel Masterlist -

Total: 86

* = smut

Natasha Romanoff

You deal with Natasha's death

Cuddling with Nat

Movie Night w/ Natty.

Natasha finding out you have a mommy kink*

Start of relationship

Nat gets jealous*

You tease her*

Nat edges you*

Nat's kinks*

You being short

You leave stark's party early*

She wakes you up*

Cockwarming*

Break Up*

No Marks*

My Enemy

Bucky Barnes -

You help with Bucky's nightmare

You're tony stark's daughter

Aftercare w/ Bucky*

My Doll Masterlist*

Bucky's kinks*

Going down on you*

jealous!bucky*

You act like a brat*

You're Steve's sister*

Your are a Pierce*

Daddy's Little Girl*

Wanda Maximoff -

Wanda comfort nb!reader

Wanda gets jealous* 2

Soft! Mommy! Wanda* 2

Dom!Wanda likes marking*

Wanda's first time*

Hc's for dating wanda

Milf! Wanda*

Riding her strap*

They find your tumblr

Wanda's kinks*

You leave stark's party early*

Hufflepuff

Needy Baby*

Ruin Me*

Don't Stop*

Darcy Lewis -

Hc's for dating darcy

Jimmy Woo -

the fbi is after fem!reader

Monica Rambeau -

Carol Danvers

Dom! Carol punishes f!reader*

Smut w/ dom! Carol

Helmut Zemo

zemo as your sugar daddy

Sharon Carter

Tony Stark

First time w/ tony*

You two do body shots*

Avengers x Teen! Reader

Teen! Reader has a migraine.

Stark!reader is ill

Steve Rogers x m!teen!reader

Loki is f!reader's father figure

Avengers x fem!teen! reader

teen!reader falls asleep on bucky

Having allison hargreeves' powers

You worked for hydra

You acting like cat valentines

acting like jade west hc's

Having five's powers

Having eleven's powers

Easter with the Avengers

Coming out as a lesbian

Being a sharp shooter

Avengers being your parents

They find out you attempted

Marvel Cast x Teen! Reader

teen!reader has a breakdown

teen!reader's parents are abusive

Quarentine w/ chris evans.

You have continuous nightmares

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Taglist -

@mycosmicparadise @lilulo-12 @lilacmeadows @criminalyetminimal

#natasha romanoff x reader #bucky barnes x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #darcy lewis x reader #jimmy woo x reader #monica rambeau x reader #carol danvers x reader #marvel masterlist #lucia one shots #marvel cast x teen!reader #avengers x stark!reader #avengers x teen!reader

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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hi! first i wanna congratulate u on getting 500 followers that’s awesome!! you deserve it sm 💞 i was wondering if i could request a jimmy woo x reader where hayward (🤮 i hate him) is flirting with her and jimmy is annoyed and jealous? thank you sm i hope u have a nice day!

Thank you so so much and sure! This will be my first Jimmy Woo x Reader work!

As If We Needed To Hate Him Even More

Summary: Hayward flirts with Y/N which leads her to go to Jimmy to rant. Our master of magic gets protective and jealous, and some feelings get admitted.

Warning: Hayward being uncomfortable

He was an FBI agent. She was a SHIELD agent. They were colleagues, friends, nothing more (at least that's what they each told themselves, because they both had crushes on each other). Y/N loved Jimmy's humor and Jimmy felt enchanted and charmed by her. Now, Jimmy wasn't just any FBI agent and Y/N wasn't just any SHIELD agent. Jimmy was high up in the Westview case and Y/N was the Deputy Director of SHIELD, having taken in the position when Nick Fury and Maria Hill returned. She was the helping out with the Westview Case, and found herself working with Jimmy, which only grew their friendship.

Now, the heads of the case were sitting around a table in one of SWORD's tents, having a meeting on where to go. There were five people - three of them being Jimmy, Hayward, and Y/N, and Hayward was leading the meeting. Not everyone was in agreement, though.

Hayward and the two other agents wanted to move in and take down Wanda while Jimmy and Y/N were arguing against it. They thought that SWORD didn't have enough information and even then, they needed to hear Wanda's side of it. How did it begin? Why did she supposedly do this when she was a hero? However, Jimmy and Y/N were outnumbered, and they were not being listened to.

"This meeting is over. We have a decision," Hayward announced.

The two other agents immediately gathered their belongings and got up to leave and Jimmy huffed, glancing at Y/N before reluctantly following them. Y/N, however, put her head in her hands, trying to think. She knew it was no use arguing with him right now, so she had to back and make some stronger arguments, so she, too, gathered her stuff and went to follow Jimmy.

"Agent Y/L/N, can you stay behind?" Hayward asked.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, gave Jimmy a small smile, and watched him leave before turning back around to face her co-worker.

Hayward put both hands on the table, giving her a smile. "You're not on my side, Y/N," he observed, raising his eyebrows.

Y/N had no time to be surprised at his use of her first name and just let out a small sigh, nodding and walking back to the table. "I don't think an aggressive approach is the answer," she defended herself.

Hayward looked at her for a moment. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" He asked.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together, slightly confused. After a moment, she shook her head no. "Even if Maximoff does turn out to be completely in control, she would deserve a fair trial," she argued.

Hayward sighed and glanced down at the table. "Fine. I suppose we'll put our differences of professional opinions aside . . . because no one can deny that how pretty you are," he admitted.

Y/N blinked. This was the last thing she expected to hear. "Pardon me?" She said, voice jumping up a couple octaves higher.

Hayward smiled, stifling a chuckle. "You're charming. I admire your work in SHIELD and . . . I'd like to go on a date with you," he said.

Y/N"s eyes widened. "Um . . . I'd like to keep our relationship strictly professional," she rejected him in the most polite way she could think.

Hayward's smile morphed into a frown as he stepped back, embarrassed. "Are you sure?"" He asked.

Y/N nodded. "I have to go," she said firmly and quickly turned around and left.

She made a beeline for the tent where she knew Jimmy would be, and found him watching WandaVision. Seeing her appear, Jimmy smiled, but quickly stopped when he noticed the annoyed look on her face. "Hayward give you a hard time?" He guessed.

Y/N flopped down in a seat, huffing and propping her chin on her hand. "He asked me out on a date," she said, scrunching her face up.

Jimmy raised his eyebrows and bit his lip to contain his rage that was bubbling up. "What, uh, did you say to him?" He asked.

"I said no, of course! How does he think he can say 'we should go hurt Wanda Maximoff' and then ask me out?" She exploded.

Jimmy couldn't help but let out a breath of relief that Y/N noticed. "What?" She asked, confused.

Jimmy blinked and looked up at her. "Huh?" He asked, panicking internally.

Y/N gave him a look that told him she saw through the show he was putting on. "Don't play dumb," she chided with an amused smile.

Well, crap.

"Fine, fine . . . I'm glad you said no to Hayward 'cause . . . I might have a chance with you," he said, ending the last part with a mumble.

Y/N tilted her head, trying not to smile. Did he just admit that he liked her? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. "Oh?" She said, trying to play it cool.

Jimmy grinned and leaned forward. "Do you want to go on a date with me?" He asked, laughing as he spoke.

Y/N matched his grin. "Wow, being asked out twice in one day! Sure, Agent Woo, I'd love that."

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gxldenflower · 3 years

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Sitcoms: The #1 Cause of Fatigue (Jimmy Woo x Reader)

Summary: FBI agent James E. Woo is a surprisingly good binge-watching buddy

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s finally here!! I really really hope y’all like this! Jimmy Woo was a really fun character to write and I plan on writing for him more in the future! I’m rambling rn but please enjoy!!

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFF, swearing, cheesy clichés and Jimmy Woo being one of the best MCU characters, very very minor wandavision spoilers (I don’t think there’s any spoilers but just in case)

Word Count: 1,364

Tags: @madame-rat, @bisexuaivalkyrie (for some reason I feel like I’m missing someone but I don’t think I am. If I did miss you I’m really really sorry i have a very bad memory dkafjdsklfj)

Gender Neutral Reader

Watching and analyzing a fake sitcom starring two Avengers (one of them dead) was not something you had planned for this week. Or ever, for that matter. Yet, here you were, eyes glued to an old box television with a pencil slowly slipping out of your hand.

Doctor Lewis had commanded asked you and Agent Woo to continue keeping an eye on the TV as she went to work on something else. You’d agreed, and were now slowly starting to regret it.

Sitcoms were never your thing in the first place and the fact that it was all some sort of an alternate reality made it even weirder for you. These were real people with real lives, and they were being forced to act in someone’s fucked up dream world.

You sigh heavily, leaning back in your “chair.” Your “chair” was actually a hard wooden bench that barely fit two people. You close your eyes, finally letting the pencil drop out of your hand and onto the floor. I’ll just rest my eyes for a bit, you think to yourself. Because that always ends well.

***

You’re awoken by someone gently shaking your shoulder. You flinch away from them, startled. It takes you a few seconds to realize what had happened. You look up at Agent Woo holding a cup of coffee, looking down at you with concern etched on his face.

“You alright, Y/L/N?” He asks you, tone matching his expression. You nod, rubbing your eyes as Agent Woo sits down on the bench next to you.

“Shit, yeah. Sorry,” you mumble, brushing a few pieces of hair out of your face.

Woo shakes his head. “You’re fine. I won’t tell anyone if you won’t tell anyone about how I accidentally short-circuited a laptop with a cup of coffee.” You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, when the hell had he done that?

He breaks eye contact with you and stares down at his shoes. “You didn’t know about that, did you?” Woo whispers in what you can only describe as abject horror.

You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing but, despite your best efforts, a small smile forms on your face. You shake your head slowly, “No, I didn’t.”

Agent Woo clears his throat, straightening his back. You sit in silence for a few minutes, staring at the old tv blaring the fake sitcom. “Oh! I got this coffee for you since I don’t trust myself with hot beverages and electronics anymore.”

He holds out the coffee for you uncertainly. You take the cup from him and smile. “Thank you, Agent Woo.” He smiles back shyly.

“You can call me Jimmy if you want to,” he says scratching the back of his neck, nervously glancing over at you like you might attack him at any second.

You smile again, face burning almost as hot as the coffee in your hands. “Alright, Jimmy.” You turn to face him and hold out your hand. “You can call me Y/N.”

Jimmy stares at your open hand for a few seconds before clasping it and giving you a firm handshake. You hold hands for a moment before you both burst out laughing, letting go of each other.

Neither of you can seem to contain your laughter. You weren’t sure whether it was the stress or sleep deprivation that was getting to you, but tears were starting to form in your eyes.

“It’s not even that funny,” Jimmy wheezes out, accidentally knocking his knee against the table. Which causes another fit of laughter between the two of you.

Eventually, you both settle down and are reduced to just an occasional giggle when you make eye contact. But, when Jimmy hits his knee on the table again, you’re thrown back into a laughing fit.

It probably would’ve gone on for the rest of the night had it not been for a stern glare coming from an ARMY personnel that you hadn’t seen before. But, the look was enough for you and Jimmy to quiet down and sink into your seats like a couple of second graders.

But, despite the awkward moment, you settle into a comfortable silence, scanning the tv for anything out of the ordinary. Ordinary being a fake sitcom, obviously. Every once in a while you sneak glances at Jimmy, who has his full attention on the screen in front of him. He looks incredibly cute when he’s concentrating on something, you think, suppressing a smile.

It goes on like that for God knows how long, with you glancing over at him sneakily and occasionally trading notes with each other. You’re not even sure what time it is when Jimmy finally drops his pencil onto the table.

“I’m starting to understand why you fell asleep,” he mutters, stretching his arms upward. You hum in response as Jimmy lets his arms drop back down. He cranes his head toward the ceiling.

“Why the hell does S.W.O.R.D. have the fan on if it’s raining outside?” He asks himself. You look up at where he was staring. You had noticed it when you first arrived at the base but hadn’t said anything, having more important matters to attend to.

You’d eventually gotten used to the cold temperature, but you were still chillier than you would’ve liked to have been. And as soon Jimmy points out the fan, you let out a series of sneezes, ending with a sniffle and an involuntary shiver.

Jimmy looks over at you, concerned. “Are you cold?” He asks and you shake your head as you once again shiver involuntarily.

You sniffle. “It’s the-uh fluorescents.” He raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. “The fluorescents make my nose itch.” As if on cue, you sneeze once more into your elbow.

“Right…” Jimmy trails off, and you look over at him with a guilty look in your eyes. “Are you a mind-reading vampire too?”

You laugh, caught off-guard by the fact that he understood your reference. “You got me there, Jimmy. I am actually a 117-year-old vampire.” You hope your joke distracts him from the fact that your body has suddenly decided that you’re in the North Pole instead of just a room with an uncomfortably chill AC.

“You should take my jacket,” Jimmy tells you, and before you can protest he’s pulling it off himself and wrapping it snugly around you. After a moment of shock, you grab the edges and pull it even closer around you, trapping in the heat.

You look over at him shyly, face burning as hot as a stovetop. You smile softly. “Thank you, Jimmy,” you murmur. He smiles back, meeting your gaze before looking away in favor of his shoes.

“Of course.” You lean back, tucking your feet under yourself and doing your best to focus on the tv in front of you. But, your mind keeps getting distracted by your racing thoughts. Oh my God, he gave me his jacket. It smells so nice. That means he smells nice. That means he smells like vanilla. HE SMELLS LIKE VANILLA-

Eventually, you somehow calm your brain down enough to understand what was happening on the TV. Which was eating dinner by the club pool, apparently. Nothing important so far.

You sneak a glance at Jimmy, who seems to be about half-asleep. His notebook was long forgotten in his lap and he seemed to be staring anywhere but the television.

“You still alive?” You ask him quietly. He makes a grunting sound and gives you a thumbs up.

“Yeah, unlike you.” You chuckle at his response, but it’s broken up by a yawn. “We should get our replacements and take a break,” Jimmy says.

You hum in agreement. “That sounds like the responsible thing to do,” you reply as you rest your head on Jimmy’s shoulder. Almost immediately, he wraps an arm around you.

“We’ll get them in a few minutes,” he reasons.

“Yeah,” you whisper, closing your eyes.

***

“Y’know, normally I would be mad, but this is just wayyyy too cute,” Darcy mutters to no one in particular as she snaps pictures of you and Agent Woo together.

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