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l1tw1ck · 3 months

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In Exchange

Sub!Bottom!FTM Sam Winchester x Dom!Top!Male Reader

☆ Word Count: 3,617 ☆

AFAB Language Used

blacked out every time i wrote this like jekyll and hyde 😭 /j

CW: Non-Con, Sexual Coercion, Drugging, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Creampie, Pregnancy Mention, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Puppy Play (Collar, Puppy Sam), Nipple Sucking, Riding, Corruption

“Excuse me, are you [Name]?” Sam walks up to you as you're smoking outside a bar.

“What's it to you?”

“I’m Joseph Johnson. I'm a detective.” Sam shows you his badge just long enough for you to believe him. “I’d like to ask you some questions about the recent incident.”

“Then you’d better give up and ask someone else.”

Sam looks at you in dismay. “You're the only living witness, we won't be able to get anywhere without you!”

“I’m not sharing anything without something in return.”

He perks up. “I've got about 60 buc-”

“I'm not looking for money. I want you to get on your knees and give me a blowjob.”

He looks at you in shock. “Are you serious?”

“Completely. Make your choice, Sherlock.”

There is no choice. He needs this information in order to save the town. He has to do it. “Fine…Just don't make me swallow.”

You stub out your cigarette. “You're not in a position to make demands, sweetheart. You're gonna swallow it if you want me to talk.”

Chills run down his spine. You're so assertive, it's…..sexy. He almost slaps himself. He lets out a big sigh. “Okay.”

You smile. “Hold on.” You enter the bar and come out a few minutes later with a bottle of beer. It's already been opened. That makes Sam suspicious but in your defense, he doesn't have a bottle opener on him. Against his better judgment, he chugs the bottle.

He notices the chilling grin on your face but hopes it's not because you drugged him. You lead him to a secluded alleyway. “Kneel.” You unbuckle your belt.

“Here? Are you serious?”

“Didn't you hear me, pretty boy? Kneel.”

Sam frowns and gets down on his knees. He gulps upon seeing your hard cock. He’s never seen one in real life before, after all, he's never gone far enough for that.

“Open wide.” You tug on his hair. He looks at you with contempt but opens his mouth anyways. The feeling of your cock entering his mouth is completely foreign. It's way different than sucking on a popsicle or some other iced treat. It’s warm and pulsing. And it's thick, so thick his jaw hurts. “As I thought, you look much better with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”

Sam shivers. He can't believe that turned him on. His body suddenly begins to rise in temperature, as if he's come down with a fever. You don't seem to care about his reddening face as you slowly drag him back and forth on your cock. He stops worrying about it, even as he starts to feel more aroused than he should. He just closes his eyes and discreetly ruts against his hand as you do all the work for him. He feels so wet that his slick is probably bleeding through his underwear. He desperately needs to touch himself but he's sober enough to feel embarrassed about doing so. It's so hard for him to feel pleasure through his pants that he's started whimpering. You don't know why he's doing that but you're not complaining about the new sensation you're feeling.

“Shit- I’m already gonna come-” You moan. “Your mouth is amazing, sweetheart, you're better off selling it than being a detective.”

Sam moans as you come in his mouth. His mind is so hazy and high on whatever you drugged him with that he actually feels happy to swallow your seed. He’s completely out of his mind.

You pull him away from your cock and pry open his mouth with your thumb to make sure he's swallowed everything. “Good boy.”

He looks at you almost demurely.

“It’d be a shame to stop here, don't you think?” You run your fingers through his hair. The drug seems to have kicked in completely so you know he’ll agree.

“Mhm..”

“It’d be nice if I could fuck that sweet ass of yours...”

“Not there...” He shakes his head.

“Why not? I’d make you feel real good.”

“Isn't my pussy better?” Sam smiles, unbuckling his belt.

“It definitely is.” You smirk.

Sam shakily gets up on his feet and drops his pants and boxers to his ankles. He walks over to the wall and bends over, giving you a drunken smile. You look at his pussy and feel your cock immediately come back to life. He's so wet that his slick is on the inner corner of his thighs. You can't wait to dive into that.

You stick two of your fingers inside him, not caring for how that makes him feel, and explore his insides. He's soft, warm, and oh so fucking wet. Sam moans, too drugged to consider the fact that he's in public.

“Th- there!” His voice and legs are shaking. “Yes-yes-yes–”

“Already gonna come, darling?” You find his g-spot and immediately cause him to squirt. You watch in awe, painfully hard thanks to this mesmerizing display. You pull your fingers out and slowly inch your cock inside him. “Sorry, I just couldn't wait any longer. You don't mind, right, baby?”

Sam moans, eyes half lidded. “Mm- deeper~”

“The drug’s really changed you…or maybe it's just allowed your real personality to show?” You smirk, going deeper as he requested. “I might have to keep drugging you if it means I can fuck this sweet pussy of yours.”

He shivers, leaning further against the wall as you make him experience his pussy stretching to accommodate your girth for the first time. “Bi- big~” He bites his lip, absolutely blissed out.

“You like how big I am? Or how good your cunt feels stretching to fit me?”

“Ye- yes~ so good~” He answers both of your questions. “My pussy feels so good, [Name]~”

“Yeah? I’ll make it feel even better.” Once you bottom out you start fucking him at a rough pace. The warm and slippery feeling of his cunt is making you too aroused to control yourself. You cover Sam’s mouth with your hand, knowing he won't even try to keep quiet. Your hand quickly becomes drenched with his saliva, a constant vibration thanks to Sam moaning. You can still hear his moans, albeit muffled, but at a much better level that suits your location. “You're such a good boy, you know? Taking my cock so fucking well. If we were at my place, I’d be happy to hear you moan.”

Sam’s body reacts to being called a good boy, his cunt clenching around you once again.

“I wish I could have you, a cute puppy like you should have an owner. Although, I don't know if I have the strength to actually let you go.” You pull down the collar from the back of his shirt and bite him, making a mark that’s sure to last a while. You can tell just by hearing him and feeling the way his cunt reacts that he liked that. “How about you touch yourself for me, pup? I want you to feel extra good.”

Sam brings his hand down to his t-dick, gently stroking himself and accelerating the amount of time it’ll take him to have an orgasm.

“Look at you, following orders so well.”

He whimpers in response.

“You’d be better off belonging to me than some agency, don't you think?” You move your hand away from his mouth.

“Ye- yes- wanna be yours!” He moans, squirting again on your cock. In his current state of mind, he feels overjoyed at the idea of abandoning his dangerous “career” for a life full of pleasure and submission. He won't have to think or put his life on the line anymore. Right now, he doesn't have the ability to think rationally and being your dog is all he wants. “Tak- take me! I wanna be your puppy~!”

You bury your head in his shoulder, slowing down. “I’ll hold you to that. Gonna make sure you can't change your mind and leave me.” You come inside of him despite knowing he wouldn't want this if he was sober. At this point you don't care what he thinks, you just want him. Maybe the whiskey you had earlier is finally getting to you...

Sam wakes up on his motel bed, feeling something inside his underwear, a painful feeling in his neck, and a sharp headache. He closes his eyes and tries to recall what happened last night. He soon starts to remember everything, even after the drug kicked in. He should be angry but he isn't. He's horny. He sits up on the bed and looks around.

“Dean?” He calls out. No response. He leans back and brings his hand into his pants, sliding his index and middle finger down his slick cunt. He feels your cum and pushes it back inside him, fingering himself with your cum. He doesn't want to get pregnant but he can't help himself. Just doing this makes him so horny…He feels like a perv.

Sam leans back and moans, feeling extra sensitive. He remembers how you made him squirt for the first time and how it’d probably feel even more amazing if he could do it sober. He starts to think about all the compliments you gave him and how you wanted to make him yours. He knows he should be focusing on hunting, especially because of his powers, but he can't help but yearn for a safe life with you. He doesn't even really know you. He did a background check on you but he didn't look at anything that would’ve given him any information about your personality. He can't believe that a one night with you is making him feel like this. Making him want to relinquish his autonomy to a stranger.

He murmurs your name, absolutely enamored with you. Are you even human? You have to have some special power to make him so infatuated with you. Right?

Before he can reach his climax, the sound of the doorknob twisting stops him. Sam quickly takes out his hand and rubs it on his clothes. Dean opens up the door and immediately looks at Sam.

“Where the hell were you last night? And why are you in the same clothes?”

“I- I uh…got drunk.” He looks at him sheepishly.

“Why?!”

“[Name] didn't want to talk unless I won a drinking game…I won.”

Dean looks surprised. “That guy must be even more of a lightweight than you are.”

Sam laughs awkwardly.

“So what's the story?”

“I don't know–” Sam stops thanks to Dean’s expression. “Yet! I’ll call him today.”

“You got his number?”

Sam vaguely remembers you putting something in his pocket. He digs into his right pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. He opens it up. I’ll talk. I left you hangover medicine, the morning after pill, and a pregnancy test. Let me know the results when the time comes. [Your Number]. “Yeah. I got it.” He turns to the bedside table and sees a bag with the logo from the local pharmacy. His heart flutters from your consideration. Which is ironic, considering what you did to him.

“Good. Take a shower and eat something, then call him.” Dean grabs the remote, gets onto his bed, and turns on the tv.

At around 11, Sam called you and now you're sitting outside a café with “Joseph” and his partner, “Francis”.

“There's two of you.” You raise your eyebrow. “Looks like you're not Sherlock, but one of the hardy boys.” You chuckle.

Sam laughs awkwardly. “This is my partner–”

“Wait, let me guess, Frank?”

“Francis. My friends call me Frank.” He smiles, impressed that you got the reference.

“Joseph and Franics. Interesting coincidence.” You’re tempted to inquire further but you decide not to. You're not too excited to recount the story but you’d rather just get it over with.

“And that was it.” You lean back into the chair. You noticed Sam was staring at you the entire time but you ignored it, you don't want to bring anything up with Dean around.

“Thanks for telling us. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” Dean stands up and shakes your hand. “Alright, let's go.” He turns to Sam.

“I- I actually have something to do, go without me.”

“What? What the hell could be so important?”

Sam looks away and doesn't answer.

Dean sighs heavily. “Fine. But don't let me find out you're trying to meet some girl or something.” He shakes his head and walks over to his car.

“So, what’s more important than your investigation?” You tilt your head in interest.

“I remember what happened last night.”

“I sure hope so, that's the whole reason I’m here.”

“No, I remember that you drugged me.”

You’re a little surprised, that wasn't supposed to happen. You know he won't turn you in though. You’re sure of it. “Are ya gonna turn me in, Mr. Hardy?” You smile teasingly.

“Not if you do something for me in return. It's only fair, right?”

You give him an amused look. “Of course, puppy, it's only fair.”

Sam blushes at the name.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Drive me to your place and you'll find out.”

“Alright, we'll have to make a quick stop though.” You grin and lead him to your car.

Sam enters your home, anxious for two reasons. One, because you went to a sex shop and told him what you bought is a secret. And two, because he's about to request something that nobody in their right mind would do after being taken advantage of in such a way.

He sits on your bed and watches you as you place the bag on your desk and reveal what you bought. A collar that closely resembles one for a dog, but clearly made to be worn by a human. Sam’s entire body heats up.

“Just a little something to remember me by.” You hand him the collar

He frowns slightly, he doesn't want to leave you. He doesn't know why he's so obsessed with you but he brushes away the thought and puts the collar on. He looks adorable. “Now you have to do my request.” He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. “I want you to eat me out.” He's been fantasizing about this in the shower. He can't leave this town without experiencing this at least once.

You lick your lips. “That's it? If that's what you want, I’ll be glad to do it.” You pull his pants and underwear off for him and kneel in between his legs. You slowly drag your tongue up his pussy, tasting him for the first time. You let out a soft noise of pleasure before wrapping your lips around his t-dick and slowly easing two your fingers into his cunt. Sam throws his head back and moans unabashedly as you suck him off, his body heating up. This is so much better than just fingering himself. Your mouth feels so good.

“Like that- yes~” Sam rolls his eyes back. It won't take long for him to come. “[Name]~!” He gasps when your fingers reach his g-spot. “Oh my God–” He falls back onto the bed, quickly climbing towards his orgasm. You add a third finger and continue to finger his wetness while sucking his cock more passionately. Sam can't even manage to get any words out, he feels too fucking good to even think about anything. He instinctively wraps his legs around your head and squirts, drenching you. He takes a few moments before letting go of you.

You pull away and lick your lips. “Now, how about a round two?”

Sam nods, removing his clothes. “I wanna ride you.”

“I’d love that.”

Sam hovers above your hard length, his left hand holding it in his place and his right on your shoulder. He lowers himself onto your cock, gasping when he feels you stretching him open. Despite his memory being mostly clear from that night, the pleasure he remembered wasn't enough to prepare him for this. “Fuck–!” He moans, continuing to lower himself down. Tears run down his cheeks thanks to the painful pleasure he's experiencing. “You're- so, so big-” He's breathless.

“You're adorable, puppy.” You hold his cheek in your hand. “I know you can handle it though, keep going.”

Sam moves further down until you're completely inside him. He looks at you, tears still streaming down.

“Good boy.” You kiss him. His eyes widen for a moment before closing his eyes and reciprocating the kiss. You briefly pull away to open your mouth and Sam is quick to catch on. You return to kissing him but now with your tongue. Sam considers himself a master at kissing, since it's the most he’s ever done. At least when it comes to receiving.

Sam finds himself grinding down on your cock, finding pleasure in the way you feel inside him.

You pull away from him and move down to his neck to bite and kiss it. You now move even further and wrap your lips around his nipple, happily sucking on it while your hand goes to massage his other breast. Sam whimpers and squeezes your cock happily. He could get used to this. Just being a dumb, slutty puppy for you to use sounds great to him. Sorry Dean and the greater good, Sam is giving up on being a hunter and choosing to become a simple toy.

You reluctantly leave his breasts and look at Sam with a smile. “Why don't you try riding me now?”

“Okay..” Sam places both his hands on your shoulders and slowly rises. He whimpers at the feeling. He never had the confidence to try using a dildo so he had no idea how intense this would feel. He quickly lowers himself, missing the feeling of your entire cock inside him. Even losing a few inches is upsetting for him.

“You don't want to do it anymore? Is it too hard for you, puppy?”

He looks away from you. “I want all of you inside me…”

“Aw, you can't even stand a few seconds? I promise you won't even feel it as long as you keep up a fast pace. It’ll feel much better than just having me inside you…although I do enjoy having you keep my cock warm.”

Sam tries riding you properly but he's still feeling weak and can't do it fast enough. He stops and looks at you.

“Let me help you.” You grab his waist and lift him up and down at a fast pace. Sam rolls his head back and moans in pleasure. “See? It feels good.”

“So- so good!” He cries. He feels so good that he barely even feels the painful slapping of his breasts against his chest. He can't even focus his sight, pain is nearly obsolete to him. He brings his hand down to his dick, stroking it as best he can. You can tell he's about to come.

“Come on, puppy, come for me.” You smirk. It doesn't take much longer after that for Sam to come. He squirts, making a mess on your body. “Good boy. Now it's my turn.”

Sam gasps as his body is suddenly pushed onto the bed, your hands squeezing his wrists tightly. “Just a little more, I know you can take it.” You roughly thrust into his cunt, indulging in the lovely wet warmth of his pussy. Sam doesn't mind, on the contrary, he’s happy to be used just to get you off. “You're so obedient, sweetheart, so perfect.” You start to act more like a dog than Sam, your horniness compelling you to rut into him like a wild beast. He can barely handle it thanks to the previous activities but he's fighting to stay awake. Seeing you in this state is much too arousing to miss.

“Tha- thank you~” He smiles stupidly.

Just hearing him say that with an expression like that makes you come. You briefly grip his wrists harder then loosen it as you come down from your high. “I don't want to let you go..”

“Me neither…I like being your puppy.” His eyelids start to feel heavy. “Wanna keep getting used…” He falls asleep. You kiss his forehead and pull out. You've never given an unconscious person a bath but it shouldn't be too hard.

Dean pounds angrily on your front door, a gun in his pocket ready to shoot you if necessary. Thanks to an eyewitness report from the café employee, he found out where Sam went. He doesn't know what's going on but he's furious. He hasn't answered his calls and he hasn't seen him since yesterday.

You open the door. “Ah! Francis. Here to pick up your partner?” You pause.

“What the fuck did you do to my brother?”

“Nothing he didn't like.” You reply plainly. “He's perfectly fine and drinking some tea. I’ll show you.”

Dean looks at Sam in shock. He's just wearing a big shirt and probably underwear. “Sam! What's going on?”

“I’m sorry, but I want to stay here. I love [Name] and I don't want to leave him.”

“WHAT?!” He's completely taken aback.

“You heard him. You’ll have to head back on your own. I’ll get his stuff for him.”

Dean doesn't trust you at all. He's going to be doing a lot of research on whatever monster you might be. He's convinced you're not human. “I’m staying longer. You probably did something to him…I don't trust you.”

“That's fine.” You smile. You have something else to worry about. “So…who's Sam?”

Sam and Dean both look at each other. Looks like they're going to have to reveal the truth, at least partially...

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 11 days

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hi hi! could i request headcanons for floyd, ace, rook and trey with reader who frequently lays their head on the boys lap and just sleeps there? ty!

Ace Trappola:

Ace has to ask what you’re doing. He doesn’t even care that much if you’re alone and you do it, but there’s an intimacy that comes with laying your head on his lap that made him itchy. You have to admire the red shine to his cheeks that are reminiscent of his eyes, his gaze averted from yours when you sleepily asked if he minded what you were doing. Around others he gets much more tense but it’s almost like a badge of honor to have you choose his lap, meaning he can’t help but get a little smug about it.

Floyd Leech:

If it’s something you can do to him without warning then it’ll be fair game to Floyd, and he’ll absolutely be using your lap as a pillow right in the middle of class much to your embarrassment. But he surprisingly allowed you to ‘use’ him, at least for a little while before he gets antsy or bored and followed his impulse to wake you up to entertain him. He doesn’t tend to sit still for just about anyone so it’s an honor that he didn’t just push you off his lap onto the cold hard ground.

Rook Hunt:

Rook has a smile on his face like he’s the rat that got the cheese, patting his surprisingly muscular thighs and welcoming you to use them to rest. They’re comfier than you might think and while Rook offering something up specifically might give you reason to pause, you don’t think there’s maliciousness behind his intent. He seemed too happy, commenting that it was like a cutaway scene in a movie, where the not-yet couple are just starting to indulge in their feelings for each other.

Trey Clover:

Trey tried to keep a straight face, jokingly asking if you’d like him to feed you grapes (or something sweeter, considering who he was). Your bold behavior always did a number on him and this felt like the icing on the cake, a blatant show of affection that you wouldn’t simply do to others. He remembered a compliment you gave him once, that you really felt like you could rest your shoulders when you were with him; he had wanted to scold you not to let your guard down even around someone like him, but he found the trust flattering enough he didn’t want to tease you too much.

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ssahotchnerr · 8 months

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hi!!!! I love your writing so much and I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but I'm in the hospital at the moment and it isn't the best weekend of my life!! thinking about if reader got injured and aaron got the phone call that she was in hospital?? thank u!!!

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:( i'm so sorry to hear that oh my gosh, i hope you're alright, recover quickly, and can leave hopefully soon <33 cw; car accident, description of injuries - reader is mildly hurt, anxious aaron

what started as a calm workday, changed with one phone call.

you had been in a multi-car accident, a string of rear-ended collisions, the slick roads all to blame. an ice storm had rattled the area unexpectedly, coating all roadways and making all driving conditions hazardous to the extreme.

aaron had been in the roundtable room with the team, debriefing, when his phone began buzzing, the vibration lightly shaking the surface of the table. caller id read the name of the local hospital, resulting in all color leaving his face. he got up so rapidly a few sheets of paperwork wafted to the floor.

deep in his gut, he immediately knew it had to be in regards to you. the feeling was too intense to be anything else, and god he hoped his intuition was wrong.

but just his luck, it wasn't; he didn't receive much information during the call, just that they were contacting him as your emergency contact, and that there had been an accident with you stuck in the middle. the state of your injuries, he didn't know.

by the time the call ended, dave had trailed out behind in concern, following with the simple instruction to 'go.'

the drive frustratedly and understandably took longer, all cars proceeding with caution. the pace only heightened his nerves; his knuckles were white from how tightly he was gripping onto the steering wheel, and when stalled within traffic, his wrist rest atop the wheel, his thumb rubbing against his index finger in his self-soothing manner.

if that wasn't enough, the foot not occupied by the gas and brake tapped in place, as if it would somehow speed things along. even during his drive he witnessed several cars nearly slide off the road, felt his own wheels yearn to move to their own accord at times. and each time, he imagined you and how you must've felt. the fear that must've filled you.

you had to be okay.

the prolonged drive also allowed, in his usual self deprecating fashion, much time for him to blame himself; he should've called and insisted you stay home the moment he heard the hard ice pattering against his office windows. he should've driven you himself. he should've done something. anything.

finally aaron arrived at the hospital, mindlessly flashing his fbi credentials at the first desk he found and mentioning your name, and how he had to see you. if showing his badge actually contributed to anything, he wasn't quite sure, he displayed it in an urgent panic, but he was quickly ushered to where you had been recovering.

when you were finally in view, could he finally breathe.

"thank god," he exhaled aloud in relief. you were sitting upright, responsive, chatting quietly with the nurse who had been doting on you.

"aaron," your eyes lit up, his name leaving you in a sigh.

the nurse informed him you had escaped with a mild concussion, a few bruised, but not broken, ribs. as they relayed the details, aaron silently thanked himself he had taken your car to get a tune up before the winter months released their wrath. if he hadn't, the outcome could've been horribly, horribly different.

"sweetheart." he grabbed onto your hands once the nurse left to attend to another patient, bringing the warmth back to them. he could feel the prick of tears behind his eyes, "are you in much pain?"

"i'm fine my love. jus' shaken up." you answered him, nodding your head in further reassurance, in hopes to relieve the distressed expression plastered on his face. but you immediately regretted the subtle movement, wincing heavily as pain tweaked within your ribs.

"don't move too much." his hands shot out to cup your face, his touch extremely tender and gentle, thumbs brushing against your cheeks. he couldn't help but exhale again, "fuck, i'm so glad you're okay."

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dear-bunnyboo · 6 months

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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 18+

I’ve been getting so many Joe request and I promise I will get them out as soon as possible but as of now I will try and post the Joey B requests that I have started and finished.

This fic is inspired by two amazing lovelies who anonymously continues to message me such great ideas! I decided to merge the two requests because both seem to fit— and I know Halloween is over but never mind that!!

The inspiration for this fic: request 1 and request 2

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Trick or Treat? Your costume got Joe asking for a treat. While the aftermath of the party makes it feel like a trick.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content, smut, cursing, established relationship, Halloween party, tension, sexual tension, alcohol consumption, quickie, dirty talking, role playing?, filth, choking, hair pulling, spitting, hickies, teasing, some fluff later on, hangover

If you are below the age of 18 and or you are not comfortable with the warnings above, please don’t read this!

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was the eve of Halloween and instead of the usual of staying in and binge watching scary movies and the occasional handing out candies to children—you and your boyfriend Joe were invited by his head coach, Zach Taylor to a Halloween Party he and his wife were hosting.

Joe isn't much of a party person and neither were you, however, you knew he couldn't pass this invitation up considering the entirety of the Bengals were showing up with their significant others or plus ones— which is why you found yourself in your room looking at your completed costume as you and your boyfriend prepared for the party tonight.

You stood before the mirror, putting the finishing touches on your cop costume. The Halloween party was a couple hours away and you were determined to make a striking impression— you and Joe were too busy with your own jobs that the two of you didn't get enough preparation to think of your costumes which is why you and the blonde quarterback decided on something simple and easy— a basic Halloween costume in your opinion but, you had to work with what you had and plus you couldn't deny, as you stared at you figure in the mirror— you looked hot.

The police hat perched on your head gave you an air of authority, and the badge gleamed on your chest— the dark blue leotard, hugged your body just right, showcasing your curves. A deep v plunging neckline that showed a peek of your breast made you grin at yourself. You adjusted your utility belt, making sure everything was in its place - the handcuffs, a toy gun, and even a notepad to write "tickets" for your friends' hilarious "violations" later in the night— the matching shorts was hugging your bottom just as right, the sparkly black knee high boots completing the look.

Your hair framed your face, and you gave yourself a wink and a confident nod in the mirror. You couldn't help but grin at your reflection. You looked every bit the part of a stern yet sassy police officer.

"Perfect." you whispered to yourself as you added a few couple spritz of your favorite perfume all around you before grabbing your phone and purse, then sprinting to head downstairs.

Joe, had been waiting for you downstairs his focus on his phone, already dressed in his costume— your boyfriend in all his glory, standing there waiting for you, his 6 ft 4 frame in a bright orange tracksuit with matching orange dunks on his feet, however, this wasn't what caught your attention— Joe had his top unbuttoned till the middle of his abdomen which in turn showcased his muscular chest and hanging off his neck was an array of his iced out chains— one was his iced out '9' necklace and the other was your personal favorite which was his iced out 'Burrow' necklace that your eyes remained eyeing.

The sound of soft click of your heels on the hardwood floor caught your boyfriend's attention, now diverting his attention to you— Joe's breath was caught in his throat as he pocketed his phone, his focus solely on you; eyeing you up and down just like you did not long ago. His piercing blue eyes, slightly causing you to stagger as you walked up closer to him.

“Mmm, look at you.” Joe grunts dramatically, wrapping his arm around your waist; bringing your body close to his.

You giggle playfully, looking up into his eyes and whispering, "I look good don't I?" Joe nods in response; still looking deep into your eyes. He then leans in and kisses you softly on the lips; a small peck. “So, so good, baby.”

“I’ll have to ask you for more than a peck or else I’ll lock you back up.” You muttered against his soft lips, before nipping his lower lips with your teeth, pulling it in the process, earning a groan from Joe who was now running his large hands all over your body— he was slowly getting worked up by how good you looked in your costume and with you playing the role of a cop so well. Like a animal in heat, Joe gripped your neck and pulled your lips against his, the blonde kisses you sloppily while you happily did the same— your tongues clashing against each other.

Your hands ran through Joe's hair, making him moan even louder. You pulled away before leaning in and whispering in his ear, "You can do better than that." you continued egging him on.

Joe took a deep breath, his eyes piercing into yours as he smirked and nodded. "Of course I can," he said smugly, "I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard. Huh? Will you let me do that to you, officer?” Joe asked while he drew circles on your neck with his fingers.

“I’ll let you do anything to me.” You both seem to lose all sense of reality, completely forgetting that the two of you had a party to go to.

With that, Joe pushed you against the wall and kissed you again. This time, his tongue forced its way into your mouth, searching for yours. It was a battle of wills between you two, but he won out in the end— he always does.

Joe broke off the kiss and smiled, kissing your cheek and saying, "That's what I thought." You blushed at his words, but also felt a tingle between your legs.

Joe then pulled you in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last. His hands found their way in your shorts and he began rubbing your pussy through your panties.

You moaned against his lips, enjoying the feeling of his hand on your pussy. You had been thinking about this moment ever since you got dressed up, and you were glad it was finally happening.

Joe smirked against the kiss and started to unzip the zipper of your leotard, exposing your perky breasts even more than it already was. You gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

His tongue swirled around your nipple, causing you to gasp loudly. He then switched to your other breast, giving it the same treatment as your first. You moaned loudly, your body shaking as you enjoyed his touch— Joe was now nipping and sucking on your neck and breast, leaving a wide array of dark purple bruises on them.

He was marking his territory and you let him.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, your panties becoming soaked with your juices. “Please, Joe, we need to hurry.” you moaned the realization dawning up to you that you two were needed elsewhere. “Please give it to me, Joey.” you mewled.

Joe then pulled away from your breasts, and looked you in the eye. You could see the lust in his eyes, and knew he wanted you. “You’ll get it, baby. You’ll get it.”he coos as he plays with your hair; his eyes following your squirming figure— Joe enjoys watching you lose it for him and only him.

You nod eagerly, not wanting to wait any longer. Joe smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, but this time he doesn't stop until you're pressed against the wall.

You moan into his mouth as you feel his cock pressing against your stomach. Joe breaks the kiss and says, "Take off your panties and let me fuck you." You nod, eager to take care of Joe.

You pull your panties down and kick them off, and Joe takes them and places them in his pocket. He then kisses you again, pushing you back against the wall and grinding himself against your pussy. You moan into his mouth as you feel his cock press against your pussy, trying to find its way inside. You grab his ass and push him harder against you, grinding your hips against his.

You moan as you feel him slide into you, filling you up. Joe moans as well, loving the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. “Fuck, baby” he grunts. You slowly begin to move your hips, grinding against him.

Joe begins thrusting into you faster, your pussy squeezing his cock. You moan louder, wanting more. Joe then grabs your hair and yanks your head back, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“That feel good, huh? Yeah? Fuck, take it.” Joe grunts, yanking your head harder— he squeezes your cheeks in his hand. “Open.” he demanded. With no hesitation you opened your mouth wide open and in an instant Joe spits inside your mouth making your eyes at the back of your head before swallowing.

You can see the lust in his eyes heightened at your actions, and know he wants you just as badly as you want him. He then pulls out of you, and turns you around so you are facing the wall. He then pushes you up against the wall, and begins to thrust into you hard and fast. You moan loudly, loving the feeling of being fucked like this. Joe continues to pound you hard, making you scream out loud.

“Oh, fuck! M’feel so good, baby” you moaned louder.

Your hands grip the wall tightly, nails digging into it. Joe reaches around and grabs your breasts, squeezing them roughly. You moan loudly, your body trembling as Joe continues to fuck you hard.

You can feel his balls slapping against your pussy as he pounds you. His cock feels so good inside you, and you know you'll never be satisfied by anyone else.

“No one else can make you feel this way. No one but me.” Joe slaps your ass making you jump. “Only you, Joey.” you released a squeal as Joe continued hitting just the right spots harder. “Damn straight.” Joe chuckles smugly.

You hear him moaning and groaning, his breathing getting heavier. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, and you know he is close to cumming. Joe moans, pulling you close before turning your head, kissing you deeply.

Thrusting deeper into you, you feel his hands leave your body as he sloppily pounded in to you, you hear fumbling noises from behind you and before you could ask Joe what he was doing, you felt something cold land on your bare neck— looking down you see Joe’s iced out ‘Burrow’ necklace that he was just wearing— the diamonds glimmering along with the light sheen of sweat covering your chest.

“Don’t think I don’t see you eyeing this, baby. I want you to have it. I want you to wear it tonight. I want to fuck you and make you come with my name around your neck.” Joe railed you harder.

You moan loudly, knowing you will do anything he asks. You feel Joe hit the right spots inside you. You feel him tense up, and you know he's going to cum soon.

Joe turns you around before carrying you, pushing you against the wall as he continued fucking you with the same amount of passion and wanton need. You wrap your legs around him, locking him deep inside you as he continues to pound you. You can feel yourself starting to orgasm, and you know that he is too.

“I’m close, baby” you said biting his neck, trying your best to muffle the screams that were threatening to come out of your mouth.

“I know, baby. Let go, cum for me, baby.” Joe moaned as he cradled your head against his neck.

You try to hold on, but you can't stop the waves of pleasure from washing over you. You scream out Joe's name as you reach climax, your pussy clenching around his cock— you buried your face back against his neck, sucking and licking on his neck and chest as you came down from your high.

Joe moans loudly, continuing to thrust into you. You moan into his neck, enjoying the feel of his cock inside you. You can feel him tensing up, and know he is about to cum.

“Cum in me, Joey— I want it in me.” You mewled as you watched your boyfriend’s face contort in such lewd expression that could get you going again.

You bite down on his neck, causing him to shudder and groan. You feel his cock throb inside you, and you know he is cumming. You moan loudly, your body shaking as Joe's hot cum fills your pussy. You can feel him twitching, and you know he is done. You kiss him deeply, tasting his salty cum on his lips. Joe kisses back, and you both stand there for a few minutes, catching their breath.

You look at each other, smiling. You feel his cum oozing out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs. You can feel Joe's cum leaking out of your pussy and running down your thighs.

“Mmm, want you to walk into that party with my cum inside of you.” Joe smirks as he helped you fix your costume before fixing his.

“Anything you want, baby.” You winked at the quarterback before smiling and whispering in his ear, "I love you." Joe smiles and kisses you again. "I love you too, baby.”

“Now let’s get going, we’re late.” Joe said smacking your ass one last time before grabbing his Cartier glasses and placing them on; helping you out of the house to head to Zach’s Halloween party you were now late to.

As Joe strolled confidently into Zach’s house, you could say a wave of admiration and envy rippled through the crowd. The low hum of murmurs intensified as eyes fixated upon the man making his entrance, hand in hand with the most breathtaking woman in the room. Joe’s posture was impeccable, his stride radiating self-assurance that only a man well aware of his worth possessed— that and he just recently fucked the living shit out of you not long ago.

His pride swelled within him as he gazed around, observing the envious glances and whispered conversations that hung in the air like a delicate mist. He knew the world was aware that this remarkable woman belonged to him, a fact that only added fuel to the fire of his confidence

They knew you belonged to Joe and only Joe. It was not the matching costume you two were wearing, maybe the fact that you literally had Joe’s surname hanging down your neck, or maybe it was the fact that you and Joe walked in with watching bruises; your neck was littered with fresh purple hickeys that Joe had left while Joe had the same amount all around his neck and bare chest— you both didn’t seem to care.

Everyone was captivated by your beauty, but Joe knew your allure went far beyond mere physical appearance. It was your magnetic personality, your wit, and intelligence that made you the most sought-after woman in any room. And yet, you had chosen him, validating the relentless pride that throbbed through his veins.

The place was filled with Joe’s teammates and their significant other— whom you and Joe stopped to greet along the way. While some of the people were unknown to both you and Joe, which made you think that Zach invited everyone he knew.

As the two of you moved gracefully through the crowd, you could feel the intensity of their gazes, their admiration mixed with a tinge of envy. Some approached to offer compliments, while others lingered at a distance, unable to tear their eyes away— they were either jealous of Joe for having you or jealous of you for having Joe. The sparks of jealousy danced in their eyes, confirming what Joe already knew; that he possessed something coveted by many but obtained by few— when he means few he means him and only him.

In that moment, Joe reveled in the awareness that his own worth had elevated because of the woman by his side— yeah, he was Joe Burrow, the star quarterback of the Bengals but he felt prideful to just be called your boyfriend. Joe basked in the knowledge that you had chosen him, above all others, to share your radiant presence. It was a validation, a testament to his charm and allure, that fueled his pride to unprecedented heights.

But amidst the enveloping pride, there remained a sense of responsibility. Joe knew that he had an obligation to love, respect, and cherish this remarkable woman. He had seen firsthand how your grace and vulnerability complemented his strength and confidence. Their connection was built on mutual admiration and shared ambitions, and he vowed to honor that by being the partner you deserved.

…

The Morning After

As you slowly awakened from your hazy slumber, your head felt heavy, pounding with the remnants of the previous night's indulgence. Your eyes struggled to adjust to the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains. The dull throb in your temples reminded you all too vividly of the hangover that had settled in, like an unwelcome guest.

But as your consciousness grew clearer, you became aware of a comforting presence beside you. You turned your head and saw him, your loving and patient boyfriend, sitting patiently by your side. Joe’s face was etched with concern, yet his eyes radiated warmth and understanding.

You couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. Embarrassment for letting yourself indulge too much and that he had to witness you in such a sorry state. And yet, overwhelming gratitude surged within you, grateful to have someone by your side who was willing to care for you even when you were at your less glamorous moments.

Joe reached out and gently brushed a few strands of tangled hair away from your face, his touch tender and soothing. The simple act brought you a tiny dose of comfort, a reminder that you were not alone in your momentary weakness.

"Good morning," he murmured softly, his voice laced with a blend of empathy and playfulness.

You attempted a smile, though it was met with a wince as a sharp pang of pain reverberated through your forehead.

"Don't worry, I've got you," Joe aid, his voice laced with reassurance. "I'm here, baby. You’re okay." He places a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you.” You whispered. “I love you too, bubs.” Joe smiled at you.

Joe rose from his seat and returned moments later with a cool glass of water and a plate of plain toast. Despite your queasy stomach, you gratefully sipped the water, allowing its soothing touch to calm the parched sensations within your mouth. Joe leaned back, observing you with an understanding smile, quietly ensuring you weren’t pushing yourself too hard.

As you nibbled on the toast, you watched your boyfriend while he moved about the room, gathering the remnants of your night's festivities, taking care of every detail that would allow you to recover at your own pace. The way Joe moved with grace and thoughtfulness warmed your heart, reminding you of his unconditional love.

You felt a deep rush of affection, acknowledging how lucky you were to have somebody who cared so deeply for your well-being. Joe didn't judge you for your occasional moments of vulnerability, but instead embraced them as an opportunity to shower you with love and care.

In that moment, you realized the profound beauty of their connection, built on trust and unwavering support. It was during times like these, amid the discomfort and vulnerability, that your bond only grew stronger.

As the minutes slipped away, so did the piercing headache and the feeling of vulnerability. You felt yourself being slowly nursed back to life, Joe’s gentle tenderness mending the invisible cracks within you.

In that quiet moment of recovery, you realized that your love, at its core, was about being there for each other through life's messiness and imperfections. And as you watched Joe continue to take care of you, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love - love for him, love for yourself, and love for the beautiful moments of vulnerability that ultimately brought them together.

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Ellie Williams Headcanons:

HockeyPlayer!Ellie X Cheerleader!Reader

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Okay okay okay this is so cute

You go watch her practice and vice versa, sitting down and watching eachother with heart eyes.

Massive simp.

Shows you off to everyone, wrapping her arm around your waist, glaring at any other player that even dares to look your way.

Thinks that your cheer uniform is so hot and 9/10 her admiring you in it turns into a pre match work out in the changing rooms iykyk 😏.

Calls you 'Baby, Princess, sweet girl, cutie'

Kisses for good luck before every game.

Has punched one of her teammates at a after match party for getting too close to you.

Always laces up your skates for you.

Shit. You were late again.

Your hair was messily done up in your usual ponytail, uniform hastily put on and skates in hand as you rushed into the rink.

"Y/L/N where the hell have you been?!" A deep male voice yelled at you as soon you came into his vision.

"Sorry coach"

"Five minutes until you have to be on the ice. Skates on. Now."

"Yes coach" you mumbled, rushing towards a bench and sitting down, fumbling to put on your skates.

"I feel betrayed" Ellie said, making your head shoot up in surprise. "Hey Ells" you replied, a beaming smile shooting across your face.

"Nah-ah, don't smile at me traitor" she laughed, crouching down and taking the skates laces out of your hands.

"This is my job. In my girlfriend contract, it states very clearly that doing up your skates is my job." She joked, tying the shoes onto your feet securely.

"Now go, show 'em who's boss cutie." She whispered kissing your cheek and gesturing towards your awaiting squad.

Does up your hair and she's so good at it too. Her favorite style is to braid it into a pony tail ❤️

Let's assume that when you do your makeup before you go on the ice glitter is involved.

Ellie finds glitter everywhere.

Her gym bag? Yes. Her clothes? Absolutely. Her bed? Of course

Wears one of your scrunchies on her wrist like a badge of honor.

And never ever ever takes it off. (Except to shower obvs)

She loves scoring, simply because when she looks towards you in the crowd, your jumping up and down, clapping your hands and cheering before blowing her a kiss and winking.

When she finally gets off the ice after winning a game, she grabs you and lifts you up, arm resting over your short skirt so that you don't flash anyone and kisses you so passionately.

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Violet would bring Leon to her show and tell day at school, practically bragging about how her daddy’s was a high government official. She’d give a brief description of his job, all while little ‘Wow!’ And ‘Ooo’s!’ Echoed throughout the classroom.

Everyone found it cool—especially the boys. They’d ask him questions, he’d show his cool little DSO badge, tell them stories that won’t traumatize a set of 7/8 year olds. The boys in the class would obviously ask if he has a gun, he just laughs it off and says ‘Maybe.’

After that day; all of her classmates were convinced that she had the coolest daddy in the world.

- Anon! 🎀

(P.S. Love you too pookie <3)

Also, all the kids ask if he has a cruiser like a cop does to which he just responds "No, but I do drive a motorcycle."

Insert room full of gasps here

Violet has kids begging to be invited to her house for playdates constantly and kids fighting over party invites for birthdays, sleepovers or just little get togethers.

But that's when Leon and her mom have to sit her down and talk about what real friends are like because some kids are mean. Very mean...

I'd imagine some kid in her class would start picking on her out of jealousy from so many people thinking her dad is cool. And wanting to be her friend.

This kid... He's a massive asshole for a 7-8 year old.

Now Leon is a pretty docile parent. Would much rather sit down and talk it out with the kids parents but his wife.... Mama bear. Do. No. FUCK. With her family...

Has definitely had Leon had to drag her away at PTA meetings or school functions to not fight this kids dad. She doesn't give a shit if he's a grown man or twice her size. She's not scared to fight a man.

As often as Leon has had to haul his wife away he still appreciates her being a strong woman. This is the kind of woman he wants their daughters to become. People who defend others and fight for their beliefs. Even if he can't always do that himself he values those who do.

It's part of the reason why he fell in love with you in the first place. (I'm gonna make myself cry...)

Eventually this kid becomes a nuisance and Violet gets permission to tell this kid off without censoring herself. And my God does that little lady have a mouth on her...

A WEEKS WORTH OF DETENTION!

But her parents fight with the school to get it off her record because the kid comes clean about being a little dick.

When Violet got home and told her parents what happened they both make sure she knows she did the right thing. Reassure her and reward her for sticking up for herself by taking her and baby Cecilia for ice cream. And she gets a toy.

They honestly can't not spoil her...

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 6 months

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Boom Chicka Boom

Jack has to step in as chaperone for Brooklyn's Girl Scout camping trip

Warnings: mentions of illness and potential injury, and a surprise at the end 🤭

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Urban's wife's name is Jasmine, and their daughter's name is Nora

Requested by the wonderful @harlowcomehome

"Ok, lets look over your packing list again, B." You surveyed Brooklyn's room, all of her camping gear spread across the floor, eying the piece of paper in your hands. The two of you were finishing up packing for Brooklyn's annual Girl Scout camping trip. She would be spending the weekend at a local campsite earning her camping badge and learning all there is to know about self-sufficient camping. Previous years she had been to young to participate, but finally graduated to Brownies and was able to go on the trip. You were going to join her as a chaperone, watching over a total of four girls for the night.

"Sleeping bag?" Brooklyn pointed to her pink and purple sleeping bag still perfectly wrapped up in the original packaging. "Check!" She grinned, showing off her missing front tooth. The tooth fairy had made quite a few trips to the Harlow house over the last few weeks, and Jack's wallet was feeling a lot lighter lately. You checked the box next to "sleeping bag" on the list. You moved through the room, making sure you had everything you would need.

"Alright, last thing is hiking boots." Brooklyn was quick to her feet and ran over to her closet, jumping up and down as she held a pair of brand new pink and purple New Balance hiking boots in her hands. You giggled as you checked them off the list. "I didn't know New Balance made hiking boots."

"They don't. Had the NB team specially make them for Brookie." You heard your husband's voice behind you as Jack walked into the bedroom with Aaliyah thrown over his shoulder, the little girl's giggles filling the space. "Daddy, put me down!"

"I have one more thing for your bag, B. You can't forget this little girl." Jack playfully pretended to pack Aaliyah in Brooklyn's duffle bag, piling Brooklyn's clothes on top of her, both of the girls' faces red from laughing so hard. "Daddy, no sisters allowed on the camping trip." Brooklyn jumped on her bed, trying to help her sister.

"Well then i guess Aaliyah and I will just have to spend all weekend watching movies together and eating ice cream." Jack shrugged, giving you a wink. You knew he was just joking, but you also knew he was a sucker for whatever his daughters asked for, including enough ice cream to give a child a serious stomachache. "Do you have everything you need for your camping trip, B?" He placed his hands low on his hips, slightly out of breath from lugging around a toddler.

"Yep!" Brooklyn responded with glee, trying on her new designer jacket in the mirror. "I think she has more than she needs babe. You know we're only going for one overnight, right?" You looked at all of the new camping gear and clothing that Jack had splurged on for you and Brooklyn. "I know, but I can't be there, so I wanted to make sure my girls had everything they needed." Jack countered, as he laid down on Brooklyn's bed, his long legs hanging off the edge as Aaliyah climbed on top of him, resting her head on his chest.

"Sure, 'can't'." You sarcastically threw up air quotes, rolling your eyes at Jack. Jack didn't like camping. His exact words were "I'd rather shave my head before going camping, baby", when Aaliyah excitedly brought the permission slip home. He was a self-proclaimed 'city boy' and the most camping he'd ever done in his life was sleeping out in Urban's backyard as kids. You had a lot more experience out in nature, and you had been a Girl Scout when you were younger, so you agreed to chaperone while he stayed home with Aaliyah.

"Ok, I think that's everything we-", you stopped as you felt a wave of nausea hit you, your face contorting at the pain in your lower stomach. Jack noticed immediately, quickly getting up, tossing Aaliyah onto his hip. "Ya alright, babe?" He cupped your cheek, feeling the thin layer of sweat on your skin. You were flushed at the cheeks but pale, like you'd been hit with the flu. He held the back of his hand on your forehead to check for a fever.

You nodded weakly. "Yeah, that was weird. I felt sick for a second. Must have been something I ate."

"Why don't you go lay down. I'll get the girls ready for bed." Jack suggested. You were too nauseous to object, so you went to lay down while Jack helped Brooklyn finish packing and got the girls ready and settled in bed.

****

You closed your eyes for what felt like only a couple of seconds before Jack was waking you up to see how you were feeling. You checked your phone to see that two hours had passed since you'd gone to lay down.

"How're you feeling?" Jack sat at the edge of your side of the bed, gently stroking your arm. He placed a cup of tea he had made for you on your nightstand. "Better. I really think its nothing, just something that I ate tonight." You adjusted in bed to lay on your back.

"That's what we get for letting the girls "cook" dinner. That pizza tasted a little funny to me too." You grimaced when you tried to smile at his joke, feeling the bile start to rise in your throat. "Ok, I've gotcha", Jack quickly guided you to the bathroom when he realized you were going to be sick, and you just made it as you emptied the contents of your stomach. He rubbed your back as your head hung in the toilet, tears brimming in your lashes.

When you were sure that you had nothing left to throw up, Jack helped you clean your self off and took you back to the bed, tucking you in. "Babe, you're sick. There's no way you can go camping tomorrow." You sighed as Jack cooed over you, knowing he was right. "Brooklyn is gonna be heartbroken, Jack. She's been waiting to go camping for a whole year." You were crying again, emotional that your illness had come at the worst possible time.

Jack wiped his thumb underneath your eye, collecting your tears. "Its fine, baby. She'll be alright. We'll cushion the blow with a Squishmallow."

"You could always go in my place, Jack." You saw his face drop at your suggestion, but you grabbed at his hand, not letting him get away. "Its just one night, and then maybe you can get over your fear of camping."

Jack scoffed. "I'm not afraid to go camping. I just don't like it. I'm from the city. We don't camp." He clutched at his chest dramatically, earning a quiet laugh from you.

"So you've said, so many times." You patted his thigh. "But maybe, you can make an exception this one time?" You took a sip from the tea cup, hoping it would make you feel a bit better. "Show Brooklyn there's nothing to be afraid of. She is your twin babe, she needs to see you face your fears to get over her own."

"Alright, 10 Squishmallows. You drive a hard bargin, babe." Jack negotiated. He was pacing the room at this point, chewing on his thumbnail. "Jack", you grabbed his attention, stopping him in his tracks.

"There are just so many unknowns on there. There could be bears. You know they said bears are starting to come into residential areas because of global warming." He nodded his head frantically, barely looking at you. "You know I can't run. Because of my bad gait." Jack pulled at his sweatpants.

"Baby. One, this camping trip is going to be at a regulated camping site, not even 20 minutes outside of the city, not in the Appalachian Mountains. Two, there will be rangers there that you can go to if you run into any problems." Jack nodded, realizing he was not going to get out of this, a sour look on his face. "Three. Everyone knows that you don't run away from a bear anyway. They're large but they're fast. They can run like 40mph, there's no way you'd be able to outrun a bear in the woods." You doubled over in laughter when you saw the color drain from his face.

"20 Squishmallows. Final offer." Jack would have given you cold, hard cash on the spot to get out of this trip.

****

The next morning, Brooklyn and Jack said their goodbyes and loaded up the family Jeep before heading over to pick up Urban and Nora. Once Jack agreed to chaperone the trip, he immediately called Urban last night and told him to pack his things. Jasmine was going to join you on the trip as Nora was in the same troop and your daughters were attached at the hip, but took the opportunity to send Urban in her place. She was from Brooklyn, and had never been camping in her life, and once Jack shared his bear facts with her, there was no way she was going.

"Are you planning on going off the grid, man?" Urban joked as he threw his and Nora's duffle bags into the trunk, noticing all of the pristine camping gear that hadn't even been used. He helped his daughter get buckled up next to Brooklyn before hopping in the front with Jack. "You laugh now, but in the off chance we need to radio for help or have to build a shelter, you'll be thanking me." Jack puffed out his chest in defense as he drove out of Urban's neighborhood.

"Radio for help? What year is it?" Urban pulled out his phone, chuckling to himself as he scrolled through the internet. "I checked online, they have five places you can charge your phone at the camping sight, and we brought a tent." He laid a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Relax man, this is supposed to be fun. Save all this for when you're inevitably on an episode of Bear Grylls when your career goes south." Jack shrugged his hand off, rolling his shoulders back. "Don't forget. Where I go, you go. You'll be right there drinking your own urine next to me."

"Ew, Daddy, don't drink your pee!" Nora held her nose, making Brooklyn giggle. "That's nasty, Uncle Urby!" Brooklyn chimed in.

****

The ride to the campsite was indeed short, after less than 20 minutes on the highway they spotted the sign for 'Louisville North Campground' and Jack was surprised to see how packed it was. There were plenty of RVs parked on the gravel lot, families occupying the picnic tables as they enjoyed the beautiful weather by the expansive lake; he even recognized a couple of other girl scout troops by their bright blue vests. With the help of the the ranger posted at the entrance they were given a map of the campsite, a parking ticket to put in the windshield of their car indicating they were staying overnight, and a key to the bathrooms and showers that the campers were permitted to use.

As soon as Jack put the vehicle in park, Brooklyn and Nora jumped out of the car and ran to their two friends waiting with an adult at the beginning of the trail, duffle bags planted at their feet. They were beyond excited to spend the weekend together. He thought he recognized the girls from playdates at the house, but he couldn't be sure of their names.

"Hi, I'm Jack, Brooklyn's dad." Jack extended out his hand to the lone parent, introducing himself. He missed a lot of school events because of his career, and never really got a chance to meet any of the other parents. "Hi, I'm Amelia." She met his greeting. "I'm Talia's mom." She placed her hand on the head of the girl with bright auburn hair, her fair skin covered in freckles. "And this is Liberty", a shy girl with purple beads at the end of her braids gave Jack a small wave.

"I'm really thankful that you both were able to step in this weekend", Amelia continued, "When Y/N texted me that she was sick, the girls were really upset. They've been talking nonstop about this camping trip, planning everything for weeks."

"Well, we're gonna have a lot of fun, and I've got your phone number in case we need to contact you." Jack held up the thick binder of instructions and parent contact information you had given him. It contained a list of all the activities the girls need to complete to earn their camping badge, as well as emergency procedures. Jack was a nervous mess looking through all of the things that could possibly go wrong without you there, but you assured him that you trusted him completely and that he hand nothing to worry about. He believed you, at least for now.

****

Jack and Urban ended up carrying all of the bags to the campsite, the girls running ahead and chanting:

I'm a girl scout, I'm a girl scout

Who are you?, who are you?

Can't you tell by looking?, Can't you tell by looking?

I'm one too, I'm one too

Jack and Urban set up the tents and the girls laid out their sleeping bags. You had packed all of the food and utensils everyone would need, so Jack put that on the picnic table, just out of a bear's reach. The girls were having fun practicing tying knots that Urban showed them how to do. He didn't tell the girls he learned how to tie most of those knots when he had to create a makeshift rope out of bed sheets to sneak out of his second story bedroom window after curfew in high school, but that was a story for when they were older.

After a couple of hours, the sun was high in the sky, and everything was positioned in the campsite. Jack had to pat himself on the back as he looked at their setup. So far everything was going pretty smoothly, and half of the day was already over. He just had to make it through dinner and the night, and he'd be back at home watching the football game on the couch by tomorrow.

"Ok, so your mama's book says the first activity is to use a compass and a map to locate a source of water." Jack shuffled through a few pages, "and then we'll identify some animals that are unique to the forest." He pulled a few compasses from his backpack and laid out the map on the picnic table. With their help, the girls pointed out a stream not far from their location. He let them lead the way, Nora, Talia, and Liberty with compasses in their hand, Brooklyn taking the map.

"Dude, do you know how to use a compass?" Urban whispered, stopping Jack with a hand to his chest. "Man, hell no. I pulled up the location on my phone, just in case we get lost." Jack replied, turning the brim of his ball cap to the back before catching up with the group.

Brooklyn was a great leader; she easily navigated the map, leading them to the stream. Jack was beaming with pride as he watched his usually shy daughter come out of her shell and have some fun. She also had a in-depth knowledge of different insects and amphibians because of her love of animals, so when they reached the stream, she was the first to spot a frog.

"Daddy, look! Its a pickerel frog!" She pointed to a brown, spotted frog sunning on a rock in the middle of the water. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bank, both of them squatting down to get a better look at the frog. "I see a crane!" Talia called out from a couple feet away, pointing to a crane across the way, its long beak dipping into the water. "I found a frog too!" Nora exclaim, her sneakers soaked from standing in the water.

With his focus still on Brooklyn to make sure she didn't fall in the stream, Jack shook off his hand as he felt something slick and wet on his palm. When he noticed the feeling didn't go away, he looked down to his left, a yelp leaving his mouth when he realized a frog had jumped into his hand. "Get off! Get off!"

"Daddy! Get it away!" Brooklyn screamed, not wanting the frog to touch her either. She loved animals, specifically dogs and cats, but all other animals only from afar, and in the books she had in her room, not in real life. She ran off to Urban, latching onto his leg. "Daddy, get out of the water!" She called to Jack. Even though touching the frog was the last thing Jack wanted to do, he realized he had an opportunity to help Brooklyn get over a fear, and he knew he had to take it now. He reached down in the water where the frog had landed, and gently scooped it into his palm.

"Look B, its fine. The frog is nice." Jack smiled, holding out his hands. She shook her head, still holding onto Urban. "Look, he's not dangerous, he just looks kind of funny." Jack scrunched his nose as he looked at the amphibian, rows of dark brown spots down its back. Slowly Brooklyn inched towards her dad, peeking over. When she realized that the frog wasn't a threat, and Jack was there to protect her, she even touched the frog. "He feels funny." She grinned. The other girls gathered around, while Jack tried to hide his shaking hands, each taking a turn to touch the animal.

****

Everyone was exhausted when they got back to the campsite. Jack was ready to call it a night, but your book listed the next requirement was to build a fire and have the girls cook their own food. Urban got the girls started on cutting the fruits and vegetables for their foil packet dinners while Jack tackled the fire pit.

The steps seemed pretty simple: gather twigs and leaves for tinder, larger sticks that would act as the kindling, light that, and place the larger logs on top. "Simple enough", Jack whispered to himself. He gathered all of the necessary materials, and began to stack them. He searched the supply bag for matches, huffing when he realized that they had accidentally been left behind. For a plan B, he secretly pulled out his phone to research how to light a fire without matches. The Youtube video he found said that he needed a sharp rock to strike against the wood, and that should start a flame. Once he found his fire starter, he exhausted himself trying to get the wood to light.

"Hey, Jack, the girls are getting hungry. How's the fire coming?" Urban walked over to the pit and sat across from a frustrated Jack, watching him try to light the fire to no avail. "Here, back up a second." Jack wiped the sweat off his brow as he watched Urban reach into his pocket and pull out his lighter. "The book says were supposed to use our resources, Urb. No cheating."

Urban chuckled as he flicked the lighter on, holding it to the kindling. "This is using my resources, Jack. I always carry this lighter with me." Jack laughed as he watched the fire start, growing higher and higher with each passing second. "Alright, let's cook this food, I'm starving!" Jack clapped his hands together.

****

"Daddy, can you tell us a story?" Brooklyn asked as the group sat around the campfire. The sun had set and they had eaten the dinner they prepared and devoured the cookies you had baked for them. Jack wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Ok, um let me think."

"What about a truck stop story?" Urban edged Jack on to tell one of the stories of the many truck stops they ended up at when Jack was first going on tour. "Urban, no. That's not appropriate." He elbowed his friend for even bringing it up. Jack wasn't exactly proud of the things he had to do to get by when he had no money and was a struggling rapper.

"What's a truck stop?" Liberty asked, her face inquisitive. A shadow of the flames danced across her face.

"Well, its a place where truckers can take a shower and rest when they're traveling." Jack answered, wringing his hands.

"Are you a trucker?" Talia asked. "No he's a rapper, and my dad takes his pictures." Nora chimed in, explaining their careers the best way an 8 year old could. "That's right, baby." Urban confirmed, a smile on his face as he looked at Jack. "I take your pictures." Jack silently mocked him, earning a hearty laugh from his best friend.

"You're a rapper? Do you know Beyonce?" Liberty questioned. "I've met her a couple of times." Jack responded.

"That's so cool! You're so cool, Mr. Harlow!" Jack blushed as the girls' faces lit up. They asked a million questions about Jack's career, and Brooklyn chimed in when she knew the answer, very excited to talk about her dad. "Can you sing us one of your songs?", Talia asked. Urban busted out laughing at the question, water coming out of his nose from the bottle he was drinking from.

"My music is for adults, Talia, but, we can sing one of your guys' songs." Jack flipped through the binder, hoping the girls would quickly forget about his music career. "What about 'Boom Chicka Boom?'. Jack didn't recognize the lyrics; admittedly, he hadn't been to any of Brooklyn's troop meetings due to his busy schedule. "Oh, I know this song. My sister was a girl scout." Urban leaned over, mumbling the lyrics quietly to himself to jog his memory.

"And you didn't think that was important to mention this morning?" Jack questioned with a scoff.

Urban started off the song. "I said a BOOM CHICKA BOOM!" he called out into the night.

"I SAID A BOOM CHICKA BOOM!" the girls echoed, Jack laughing at their enthusiasm.

"I SAID A BOOM CHICKA BOOM!"

"I SAID A BOOM CHICKA ROCKA CHICKA ROCKA CHICKA BOOM!"

"UH HUH!"

"OH YEAH!"

****

Jack could admit that he was starting to enjoy camping as he helped the girls get ready for bed and made sure they were carefully tucked into their sleeping bags and safe in their tent. He and Urban cleaned up the campsite and made sure the fire had died out before they headed to sleep themselves.

The next morning, besides a sore back and a little sunburn on his face, Jack had made it through the night relatively unscathed. By the time everyone finished their breakfast, parents had started arriving and Jack and Urban said goodbye to the camp grounds in their rear view window with their daughters in the back seat.

****

"Daddy!" Aaliyah was the first to greet Jack and Brooklyn when they walked through the front door, dropping their bags by the hall closet. "Hi baby. Did you have a good weekend taking care of Mama?" Aaliyah nodded as Jack took her in his arms, peppering her face with kisses. You were right behind your daughter, still a little worse for wear after spending most of yesterday in bed.

"Did you have a good time, Brookie?" You asked your eldest, wrapping her in a hug. "I did! Daddy held a frog, and I'm not scared to touch them anymore."

“That’s amazing baby. I’m so proud of you.” You kissed the top of her head before looking at your husband. You chuckled, taking in Jack’s face and messy curls sticking out under his hat. "A frog, really, babe?"

Jack grinned as he pulled you into a hug. "You should have seen your husband out there, babe. I was fearless." He kissed you before you could even retort, following up with a few quick pecks before you broke apart. "Oh babe, you smell, like, the outside." You grimaced, feeling nauseous again. You stepped back from Jack realizing that your family came back a little dirty and tired, but they looked like they had a good time.

"This is the smell of a fearless man." Jack smirked, flexing his muscles. "Ok, my fearless man. Why don't you go take a shower? I'll get the girls settled." You patted his chest before ushering him away, two fingers holding your nose closed.

While Jack took his first hot shower in two days, you helped Brooklyn get changed and set up the girls with some lunch and their favorite TV show in the living room. You were sitting on the bed when Jack came out of the shower, his wet curls hanging around his face.

"Well, Mountain man, did you have a good time?", you called out to him as he walked into the closet. "Actually, yeah. I definitely didn't expect it to be as fun as it was." He walked out, slipping a clean t-shirt over his head. "And babe, you should have seen Brookie. She was so confident, she had so much fun." You sat silent, a genuine smile on her face as you watched Jack get dressed, one hand on your stomach.

"What's wrong, baby? Are you still sick?" Jack furrowed his brow as he looked at your face.

"Um, yeah, I am, but its not food poisoning like I originally thought." You clasped your hands together tightly, looking at your feet.

"Babe, you're scaring me." Jack grasped at the towel in his hands, white knuckling the terry cloth material.

"Its good, I promise you." Tears were welling in your eyes. "I'm pregnant, Jack." You took in a sharp breath as soon as you finished your sentence.

You could see the wheels turning in his mind as he processed what you had just told him. "Oh my god." He finally spoke, and you felt like you could breathe again. He stroked at his jawline, sitting down next to you. "I know that this wasn't exactly planned", you started, "but I'm really excited. I love the idea of having another baby in the house."

"Oh my god." Jack repeated. When he finally looked at you, he looked so incredibly happy, the same face you had seen when told him you were pregnant with Brooklyn and Aaliyah. "We're having another baby."

"Yes, we are, Jack." You spoke through tears as you hugged him, Jack pulling you in tightly to his body. You could feel the wetness of his tears against your shoulder as you stroked the curls on the back of his neck. "Promise me something." He mumbled against your shirt. You pulled away lifting his head up to face you. "Anything, Jack."

"No matter what happens, if we have a girl or boy, let's not ever take our family camping again." Jack smiled at you before pressing his forehead to yours. You giggled, wiping a stray tear from your face.

"I promise. No camping."

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legalbrats · 3 months

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"Bugs, despite their small size, play a big role in forensic investigations."

#showing off the badge | ic #fräulein detective | ema #[here is a little fun fact for you]

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lustaffairs · 3 months

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Smut request with this gif? And dark vibes?

🙏

File room boss

>1k, dark(ish?)!Steve Murphy x boss f!reader

A/N: ty @milla-frenchy. Steve bc the first line of your javi fic the brat instantly made me want to take steve here 😫

WARNINGS: I8+, mildly? dubcon, piv, orgasm denial, creampie.

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Murphy had been acting erratic, and you thought he might have been on drugs. You weren't sure if it was the carnage, the divorce, or both. You asked him to see the DEA counselor, but he never went. One morning you got back from a work trip, and he was even more of a mess. He hadn’t shaved since the last time you saw him. His tie was already loosened. His eyes had darker circles. He looked hot, but you were worried about him. You called him into your office and asked him to give you his service weapon. He rolled his eyes, took it out of the back of his pants, and set it on your desk. Then, he braced his hands on the desk like he might push it across the room. He looked at you darkly.

His eyes were glassy. He asked, “That all? Or ya want this too?” His hand went toward his crotch and your heart skipped a beat, but he was only reaching to unclip his badge.

“Keep it,” you told him. “But I’m putting you on file duty until you get your shit together.”

“Oh come on,” Murphy complained. “You wanna catch this guy or not?”

You glared at him for questioning you. Then you said, “Follow me.” You led him into the file room and he sat on a filing cabinet as you showed him the shelves he should go through. You looked back to see if he was paying attention and he was staring at your ass in your skirt.

“Murphy,” you scolded. “Are you there?”

His eyes shamelessly panned over your body. “Yeah, I’m here,” he answered in a trance, then his eyes met yours. “Just need a second.”

“For what?” you asked. He got off the filing cabinet and brazenly adjusted himself before going to close the blinds. He returned with a darker look in his eyes.

“Sit down,” he put his hands on his hips and nodded to the filing cabinet where he had been sitting.

“You’re on thin ice, Murphy.”

“Just sit,” he repeated in a lower, more ominous tone. He wet his lips and watched as you took your seat. The metal cabinet was cool on the backs of your thighs. Complying was the last thing you should have done, but his display of dominance was turning you on.

He loomed over you, crossing his arms. “Know what I think?” He waited for you to say something.

You rolled your eyes. “What, Murphy?”

“I think you're into bad guys.”

Your face heated up at the accusation. He stepped all the way toward you, and his pants grazed your leg. The cabinet was hip height and just wide enough for him to brace his hands on either side of you. Not to be intimidated, you tried not to pull away. You couldn't do anything about the throbbing between your legs, but you didn't have to show it.

“How many ya thought about fuckin’ a Narco?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed.

"The Lion's a good-lookin' fella," he mused.

"No way."

He nodded. “I see those 'fuck me' eyes,” he taunted. “I see’em." He froze at the bottom of his nod and locked eyes with you. “But never when I’m on my best behavior.”

“Which is when?” you retorted.

He smiled with a barely audible chuckle, then walked his hands further as he leaned in. His face was a few inches from yours, and he smelled like cigarettes and whisky. Your heart fluttered and you were gushing wet.

“Now's your chance, boss,” he murmured. He brought his lips almost to yours, then barely grazed them. The spark between you was too much. You kissed him.

Right away, his tongue slid between your lips, he cradled your head, and used his knees to nudge your legs open. The force of his kiss and his body brought you down flat beneath him.

After you were laid down on the surface, he groped your breast and you moaned softly into his mouth. Your hips lifted on their own, seeking contact..He broke the kiss to mutter, “Good girl.” Then, with one hand, he unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and began to tug them down. The bulge in his boxer briefs made your breath hitch.

He stood up to further tug his pants down, then he pulled you by your thighs to the very edge of the cabinet. He threw his loosened tie over his shoulder then hiked up your skirt all the way. You watched his massive hands as he ripped open your pantyhose for access and the cool air hit your dripping cunt.

He looked at your cunt and wet his lips. You wanted him too bad to stop it.

“This doesn't change anything,” you told him.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head with a contemplative pout. “We’ll see.”

He pulled his underwear down under his balls and you heard yourself whisper, “Jesus,” at the sight of his thick, stiff cock and his big balls.

He nodded and spat on his dick. Then he wet his lips as he ran his swollen tip through your dripping folds and said, “you're gonna gimme my gun back, aren't ya?” You bit your lip and didn't answer, scolding yourself for being so susceptible to this version of him.

He nodded, and when you didn't answer, he began to pull away. Fuck. You could always get him transferred.

You nodded in agreement.

“Good girl,” he whispered, then notched himself at your entrance and shoved inside. You failed to stifle your moan at the stretch, and he quickly covered your mouth with his. He backed up and slid into you again. His lips broke away, then he started slamming into you, pounding you with his big dick. The files in the cabinet were jostling around, then the file cabinet itself started moving and it was all making too much noise. “Fuck,” he breathed and slowed down. You writhed under him, desperate to come. "Door's unlocked, by the way."

"Why??" You whisper yelled, and he didn't answer. He was so reckless, like he had nothing to lose.

“Can't let ya come,” he panted, “you're too damn loud." Fine, you weren't going to beg. This would give you enough to think about and get off for weeks to come. He kissed you and slowly thrust into you for a minute, grunting and sighing quietly.

Then his deep voice broke the silence. “Where ya want it? Inside or on your blouse?”

“Fuck, Murphy,” you whined. “Not on my shirt.”

After a few more thrusts, he bottomed out and pulsed inside you. “Mmm,” you managed to be quiet but not silent. You were so close, but didn't get there. He pulled out right after he finished. Then he put himself together and left the file room alone without a word. Murphy was waiting for you in your office when you got there.

“My firearm?” he asked.

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Ty for reading 💕

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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hello could you write a one shot on Grusha where he falls in love with a shy challenger who is chilly and owns fire pokemons please

When you first challenged Grusha at the Glaseado Gym, he thought he could easily brush you off like snow on his shoulder.

You just didn't give him the best first impression.

For instance, he witnessed you shivering nonstop as you headed over to the gym test. Despite being all bundled-up and having a fire-type at your hip, you couldn’t stop chattering your teeth and stuttering while the the gym representative explained the test’s rules.

It wouldn’t surprise him if you caught a cold before you even completed the test. But by some miracle you passed with flying colors, although it didn’t seem like the smoothest trip down for you and your strange reptilian motorcycle Pokémon.

Even though it looked pretty powerful, he figured you only brought it to show off. He didn’t know if it was a dragon-type or not, but if so...the battle certainly won’t work in your favor.

When you finally met the ice-type trainer, he discovered you were rather shy, looking flustered when he told you not to let the test completion “go to your head”. And you didn’t seem to have much confidence in yourself, speaking so quietly that he barely heard you over the howling wind and feeling nervous about battling him.

Regardless, you were determined to win...and so the match commenced.

Only then did he see the spark in your eyes as your strong fire-types melted the competition; they defeated most of his own Pokémon without a hitch. Even his Cetitan went down fairly easily, which opponents before you have struggled with.

And at the finale of it...he felt like the wind got knocked out of him when your Skeledirge’s Torch Song defeated his Altaria in a single hit. That attack surely would’ve incinerated the battlefield if not for the high winds and snowstorm that brewed during the final fight.

But the turbulent weather was no obstacle for you.

Grusha was absolutely floored by your performance, finding himself shaking your hand in congratulations and getting excited about how much fiery passion you’ve put into this battle-

Only to stop and regain his composure, tugging the scarf up his face more to hide his growing blush as he remembers you still needed the ice badge as proof of your victory. You were very much overjoyed to receive it and take a picture with him to commemorate this event.

Even after you departed for the next gym, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

For some reason his chest felt..warm. And it lingered long after you left, too. He wasn’t sure what it was, but Ryme certainly knew and lightly teased him on the matter.

Though she backed off when his reaction got heated, saying you only impressed him with your battling skills and nothing more.

Yet...he still couldn’t get you out of his head.

........

Grusha thought that would be the first and last time he saw you.

Surely the freezing mountains would deter you from ever coming back up here. The small towns didn’t have much to offer, so he couldn’t think of a single reason that you’d willingly return.

But much to his surprise, you came back as one of Paldea’s newest champions, stunning the usually coolheaded gym leader as you walked through the doors.

It turns out you’re revisiting each gym on behalf of Geeta to survey the performances of its leaders: which basically meant you’re gonna rematch all of them.

That made him feel uneasy.

Of course, he knew the chairwoman of the Pokémon League wasn’t mean or cruel, but she had quite the high standards for gym leaders. And he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he failed to meet her expectations.

It honestly felt insulting that she’d send you, a challenger he could never hope to beat, instead of showing up here herself, but he couldn’t blame you for following orders.

His only fear was being dismissed over his failure.

If he couldn’t be a professional snowboarder or gym leader..what else could he do with his life?

“It’s not like a pass or fail test, Grusha.” You try to reassure him, although in-battle you could see the distress in his eyes as he tried to change things up by including a Weavile on his team.

Clearly he’s been training them a lot since you left, as they were able to take more hits from you. But your team remained full of even stronger fire-types, with the addition of a Ceruledge/Armarogue that was once a brave little Charcadet--now a mighty knight of flames that defeated Altaria.

You grinned excitedly as its ice tera jewel shattered, although it disappeared as Grusha recalled his ace. He stood there shocked..like a frozen status condition was inflicted on him.

Part of you suddenly worried that you made his gym fight look like a cakewalk, considering it was supposed to be one of the toughest in Paldea. You knew he had some kind of falling-out with his snowboarding career...but surely your victory won’t put him out of this job, too. Geeta wouldn’t do that to him.

After calling out Arcanine to keep you warm, you approached the shellshocked trainer, hands in your pockets. “H-Hey um..if you’re worried about what Geeta will say, I wouldn’t panic.” You smiled shyly, trying to remain upbeat. “I think you did great. I’ll tell her nothing but good things about our match.”

“You don’t have to sugarcoat anything.” He insisted. “I’d rather she knows the cold hard truth about my performance...but as frustrated as I was during the fight, I felt..inspired.”

“..r-really?” You blinked several times in surprise, feeling warmth spreading across your face.

“Yeah, I mean...I didn’t think I was cut out for this kind of job. But seeing you and your Pokémon working together has rekindled my passion. So..thank you, [y/n].” He smiled underneath his scarf. “I mean that.”

“Awh, don’t mention it.” Chuckling, you stepped forward to shake hands with him once more. “I’m glad I stopped here first.”

“Wait, you..didn’t revisit the other gyms yet?”

“Nope.”

Grusha’s blue eyes widened in surprise. “Huh...but I thought you hated coming up here. You looked miserable before. I figured my gym would be the last place you wanted to go.”

“I don’t hate it here. It’s cold, yeah, but..with my fire Pokémon I can handle it.” Smiling, you briefly looked to Arcanine, who nodded as it nuzzled your arm affectionately. “The journey is worth it..i-if it means I get to seeyouagain.”

Even you were surprised at the bold words coming from your mouth; but you then realized the crowd from before was still hanging around the battle grounds. And he was just staring at you now, not saying a word.

So you coughed nervously let go of his hand, turning away. “F-Forget that. I uhh...gotta go. I’m on a very tight schedule so I’ll leave you be-”

“You know you don’t have to visit me only for battles, [y/n].”

Stopping short, you looked back at Grusha, feeling guilty when he frowned at you for attempting to ditch him. You felt even more embarrassed than ever before, but he did make a good point.

He’s more than a gym leader, and he clearly wanted to get to know you beyond Pokémon training.

“O-Oh I know..I just---hey!” You jumped as Arcanine nudged its head against your back, pushing you closer to him. It only stopped when you were just a few feet away from each other. You could see the amused smile on his face, your own turning bashful. “S-Sorry. I must’ve sounded like Larry back there, huh?”

“Yeah, a little. I understand, though..I wouldn’t want Geeta to nag at me either.” Grusha grimaced. “But whenever you’re finished assessing the other gyms, maybe we can meet up and grab a coffee..or hot coco...or whatever you want.” He suggested, a light blush growing on his face. “Or if you’re sick of the cold, we can go somewhere else.”

“Sure!” You agreed readily, rubbing your gloved hands together. “I’ll message you on my Rotom phone when I’m done. Until then...um..I should probably get going before she does nag at me.”

“Go on, Champion. I’ll be waiting.” He winked before he turned and left the battle grounds with his Cetoddle in-tow, heading back inside the gym building.

The whole way there, his heart was hammering nonstop. It was beating faster than ever before.

‘Shit, maybe Ryme was right.’

He was really in love now.

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Police Captain!Vanessa X Rookie!Reader. Newbie.

“ Alright settle down! Bunch of animals yall are. Ok. Steven, Mason ,Liam , you all are on patrol duty in the west, Johanna, Marcus, Harry, patrol duty to the east. Rest of yall are on you assigned duty’s seen in your schedules. Before I dismiss, we have a new rookie amongst us. Y/N L/N. Y/N will be patrolling with…Johanna, a little girl on girl time. Dismissed. “

Captain Shelly’s voice was loud, booming in the meeting room. Her Ivy green eyes made contact with yours, and she gave you a curt nod, heading out of the room. You were able to quickly find Johanna, who seemed less than pleased to have been given a rookie to drive around. She was talking with two other people, who snickered before walking away.

“ alright newbie, let’s go, ain’t much happens east end, we’ll be sitting in the middle of some parking lot for a while. Don’t expect me to hold your hand or something if we do have to pull someone over or something. You should know how to deal with tickets from the academy. “

“ yes maam, i was transferred here, so i do know a bit of- “

“ yeah great. Let’s go. “

Johanna called, leading you to her shop. It was a big black and white SUV, with the badge logo on each door, and the towns name on the bumper.

“ hey, don’t forget your belt stuff, you’ve gotta go check them out sense your new in the system. “

“ oh yeah! I’ll be right back maam! “

You quickly made your way through the station, making your way to the storage station. A nice older lady worked there, you explain your situation and she took your information. She then slid a small box through the small window of the office, inside was a new radio, a simple gun with a box of 10 billets, a yellow taser in box, and three pairs of cuffs.

“ now, everyday you’ll have to return the bullets of the gun, or the whole gun if you’d like, and the radio. This box is yours, and will be kept in your cubby in here, and everyday when you check in I’ll give it to you to gather your stuff! Your taser and cuffs stay in your locker, supposing you have a locker. “

You sighed, shaking your head. You hadnt had any time to get anything done before you were called in for the morning dispatch meeting. The lady gave you a soft smile.

“ well, if you don’t have one by the end of your shift, you can gives those to me aswell. I hope you have a good first day dear! “

“ thank you maam!! “

You quickly made your way back to the shop, opening the passenger side door. You shrieked, a small, brown cockroach was sitting right on the seat. Johanna bursted out laughing, scooping up the brown insect. Bending it to show it was just a peice of molded rubber.

“ ha. This’ll be fun. Alright, strap in, let’s go. “

You rolled your eyes, chuckling softly as you sat down, strapping into the seat. She pulled out, and you two were out, heading towards the east end.

*~*

All the officers were parked in an old parking lot, talking to eachother through the walkies in the cars. It was dead winter, and snow was blowing all across the cars.

“ hey, Newbie. The back windows all covered up, the snow brush is in the back. Will you go clean it? “

“ isn’t there a window brush? You can just turns nob and- “

“ it’s broken. Go on. “

“ I don’t have a jacket yet- “

Johanna only glared at you, and you groaned, stepping out of the vehicle, immediately freezing. You quickly grabbed the brush from the back, slowly trudging to the back window and brushing the snow off it, and chipping some fresh ice off the back with the scraper. It felt like forever until you were done. Suddenly, with a small buzz, the back wiper turned on, the black plastic when back and forth across the window, you could hear Johanna’s laughter from inside the car. You groaned, trudging back into the car, kicking the snow off yoir shoes.

“ sorry Y/N. It must off fixed itself! Cmon, let’s go check for tickets. “

Johanna snickered, and drove off, there was a mix of laughter coming from the radio. You knew it was gonna be a hard patrol day.

*~*

You finally got back to the station, your hair was frizzed, your skin was ice cold, and your shoes soaked through. Johanna had, in just one day, made you write every ticket, ‘ Accidentally ‘ hit you with snow, scared you with the fake cockroach again, and Locked you out of the car for atleast 5 minutes. She said it was to ‘ teach you resilience ‘, but you knew it was just cause you where the new rookie.

You checked your stuff into the box with the lady, who you finally learned her name, norma. She was a sweetheart, nicest person you’ve dealt with today.

You headed to clock out, getting stoped by the captain. She was a taller woman, Vanessa was her name, blonde hair, pale skin, and beautiful green eyes. She gave you a soft smile.

“ Y/N. How was your first day patrolling. You look like you’ve been dragged through the west end. “

“ Captain. Today was…eventful…just some..resilience training…today was fine..”

Her gaze slightly hardened, looking up. Johanna and the others where laughing and talking not to far behind you.

“ what did she do to you. “

“ nothing captain..”

“ tell me y/n. “

Her voice was deep, heavy. You sighed, holding your arm as you spoke.

“ just some..rookie pranks. Lost of snow..I’m freezing, pushing, shoving, just….stuff. I don’t feel really welcome I guess…”

Vanessa quickly took off her own jacket, laying it across your shoulder. She gave you another smile, before turning to the gathers of officers.

“ HEY! LISTEN UP! I hear anymore rookie pranks going on, I’ll personally make sure you assigned to janitor duty for a month! And you keep it up, you’ll get suspended without pay. “

Johanna shot dart like glares at you, and Vanessa shot them back. You smiled, dipping your head to your captain.

“ t-thank you captain- “

“ please. Call me Vanessa. Feel free to keep the jacket, I have spares. And here, incase you ever need a call. “

Vanessa handed you a card, with her number and full name on it.

“ I’ll be free for you hun. Go home, eat something. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow darling. “

You blushed lightly, nodding. You finished clocking out and headed to your car. You felt all giggly inside. You had the captains number, and she clearly favored you. Atleast you had the captain in your corner now.

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