Is it true what they say? [FP Jones x reader] - Part 4
Warnings: Â reader is around 20, english is not my first language (probably mistakes in grammar/tenses), some angst
Pairing: FP Jones x reader
Summary: FP gets released from jail and there is sexual tension between him and the reader.
You woke up with an incredibly hurtful headache. No more drinking you exhorted yourself. But you knew that you would drink again. Exactly like the last time and the time before that. Sometimes a tiny voice tried to warn you. Telling you that you're slowly getting a problem with alcohol. But a more demanding voice encouraged you to drink again. You sighed. This was a problem to be solved somewhere in the future.
You stretched out your arm, searching for your phone. You wondered how long you'd slept. 11:25 am. Not as long as you'd expected. Ignoring the pain in your head as much as possible you stumbled to the bathroom to splash some fresh and cold water in your face. You risked a look in the mirror and groaned. The person looking back at you looked awful. Make up smudged, hair disheveled, pale face and... what was that? You inspected your neck closer. Various red marks in different sizes plastered the left side of your neck.
You scoffed. Hickeys. The memory of yesterday rushed back into your mind and you couldn't hold back a smile. FP and you were a thing. Kind of. At least you hooked up two times and one time the both of you were definitely sober. He even called you 'my love'. Or didn't he? Â Your memories were a blur and you were absolutely not sure if this had happened for real or if it was just your wishful thinking.
You took your time to shower and get dressed. You even found a pain killer in the bathroom cabinet. An hour later you finally felt alive again and started to look for something to eat. But nothing you discovered was of your interested. You decided to have 'breakfast' at Pop's.
On your way out your phone started to ring. It was Jug. "Hey (y/n). You're awake?", he asked mischievously. "Haha, very funny", you scoffed. "What is it Jones? Inviting me for breakfast?", you sassed. "Actually, yes. I wondered if you wanted to eat with me and dad." You nearly choked. Having breakfast with Jug and FP alone? After yesterday?
"(y/n)?", you heard Jughead ask. "Uhm, yeah... Sorry, I was just avoiding a biker", you lied. "Breakfast sounds great. I am actually on my way to Pop's. Wanna meet there?" You hoped that he would just say 'yes'. Meeting at a public place would not be as awkward as being alone with the two of them in their trailer. "Wait a second", Jug said. "Ah, I can see you. Come over, we already have breakfast ready." You turned around, exactly knowing where the Jones are living.
I can do this you tried to persuade yourself. Nothing I haven't done in the past. Yeah, just like in the past. You ended the call and walked over to the Jones' trailer. The door opened by itself. Meaning, Jug opened it but immediately rushed back in. You entered with slightly shaking hands an closed the door behind you. It had been quite some time since you'd been here. But nothing seemed to have changed. You saw Jug flipping some eggs in the pan and FP already sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in his hands, looking at you.
He looked tired. You had an almost overwhelming desire to hug him. "Rough night?", you asked him, a slight smile on your lips. He smiled back. "You don't come back from jail every day, you know. Everyone seemed to want a piece from me." He leaned back, winking. You sat down beside him, smiling. "Ready for some really good eggs?" Jug came back and the three of you ate in silence. You hadn't realised how hungry you were. You swallowed two times, earning laughter from both Jones.
When everyone was saturated and looked a lot happier than before, Jug stood up. "Meeting up with Betty and the others. Sorry (y/n). I'll make time for you tomorrow. I swear. I miss hanging out with you", he said and pulled you into a tight hug. You missed him, too. He had always been a great friend to you. He had been there in good times and in incredibly bad ones. "I miss you, too", you whispered in his ear, letting go of his embrace.
The door closed and you were still standig with FP sitting behind you. All of a sudden you were nervous. This was unknown territory. You had to do something.
"Let me help you with the dishes," you said while grabbing the plates. FP grabbed your wrist. Your heart skipped a beat at his touch. You looked down at your hands. "We have to talk about yesterday", he stated. This is it you thought. This is the moment where he says that it was nice but that he is not interested in more. Â
"FP, look" you tried to make this easier for the both of you "I'll help you clean up and than I'll go. There's no need for you to soften the blow, ok? I understand." You forced yourself to look him right in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes. He looked back at you with an unreadable expression, not letting go of your wrist.
Suddenly he stood up, rounding the table and stopping right in front of you. He hesitated one tiny moment that made your heart stop in anticipation but then he cupped your face with his other hand lowering his head until his lips lightely touched yours.
You melted internally. His kiss was nothing like yesterday. It was soft and warm and full of tenderness. He pulled back a few inches and whispered "I don't want you to go. And hell, I am not rejecting you. Would you please stay?"
You never thought you would hear him say 'please'. In the many years of knowing him you were sure that you'd never hear him say this word before. But it wasn't just this one word, it was the way he said those sentences. You heard a pinch of hope and a lot of uncertainty. You couldn't say 'no'. And you sure did not want to.
"Of course I am staying, FP. I would like nothing more", you admitted with a fast pounding heart. FP pulled you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck. And you were sure your heart was going to explode some day. This wasn't just a fling to you. You were falling for this man. You were falling fast and hard. You hoped that this wasn't going to end in a disaster.
Is it true what they say? [FP Jones x reader] - Part 3
Finally, I managed to write part 3. Enjoy ;)Â
Warnings: smut, reader is around 20, english is not my first language (probably mistakes in grammar/tenses), some angst
Pairing: FP Jones x reader
Summary: FP gets released from jail and there is sexual tension between him and the reader.
The two of you arrived at the party. The atmosphere in the Wyrm had always drawn you in. It was like a second home to you and you knew almost everyone there. The first person spottet FP and soon he was greeted by everyone there and you lost track of him.
You spotted Jughead and a few friends of him. He also brought his girlfriend Betty and two others which really didn't look comfortable at all. Why the hell did this redhead Archie decide that it was a good idea to wear his football jacket to a serpent party? He looked ridiculous. And telling from the terrified look on his face, he knew it.
You sighed and stepped closer. "Hey, Jug. Betty, Archie, Veronica...", you said approaching them. You tried hard to act normal. None of them needed to know that you were fucking Jugs dad half an hour ago. Thinking about that you started to blush. Fortunately it was very dim and warm in the Wyrm, so nobody would suspect anything. Another feeling was added to your blushing. It was getting wet between your legs.
Damn. This man was going to be the end of you. And you were well aware of that. You'd wanted him for quite some time now but there hadn't been more than some innocent flirting. Until today. And now that you got a taste of him you wanted more. You wanted to feel his lips against your skin, feel his hands explore your whole body. You needed him to...
"(y/n)? Hello? Is anybody there?". You jumped. You were totally lost in your very inappropiate thoughts and forgot about the group of people in front of you. "Sorry, I kinda zoomed out. What were you talking about?", you questioned regaining your posture.
About two hours later you drowned another drink. Everyone was having fun and you even managed getting Betty, Archie and Veronica drunk. The four of you, plus Fangs and Sweet Pea were gathered on the couch area. Because of the lack of empty space on the couches you were sitting on Sweet Peas lap.
You were pretty drunk yourself and you didn't turn down Peas flirtation. Honestly, you enjoyed it. You know that it was nothing serious and that the two of you teased each other alomst every time you saw one another. You were just hoping that he hadn't caught feelings somewhere along that way. You liked him. You really liked him but that feeling just wasn't there. He was not taking away your breath or quickend your heartbeat.
You looked around and finally locked eyes with your favorite serpent. FP was standig at the bar, sipping on his beer and looking not amused. He frowned when Sweet Pea whispered something in your ear. His grip on his beer tightened and you thought - and absolutely hoped - that he showed signs of jealousy.
"I'll be right back.", you said to your group and tried to stand up. You stumbled and swayed a bit but you didn't fall. Had been a lot more drinks than you originally planned on drinking. But your drunken state allowed you to behave confident and brave.
"Hello handsome," you purred when you stopped in front of FP. The smirk returned on his lips. "Hello beautiful," he answered. You were staring at each other and your eyes slipped to his lips. These wonderful lips which were doing things to you some hours before. You bit your lip remembering your little encounter.
"Come," he simply stated, putting his beer back on the bar and taking your hand. You barely had time to process what was going on but by the time you reached the door to FP's "office" you knew what to expect. A wide grin spread on your face. Again. You were about to get fucked by him again. This was absolutely the best night ever.
FP pulled you through the open door into the little room. As soon as you entered the room his lips found yours. His kiss was as rough as before and you couldn't shake the feeling that this had something to do with you sitting on Sweet Peas lap before. You kissed back fierceful. Your hands went around his neck, pulling him even closer.
He was lifting you up, legs around his waist, pushing you against the door. You were thankful for wearing a skirt. You wanted it quick. His hands grabbing your bare ass, squeezing. A moan escaped your mouth. FP didn't waste any time. He somehow managed to let down his jeans and boxers and still holding you. He sucked hard at your neck, slided your slip aside, and with one hard thrust he filled you to the fullest with his hard cock. Even though your last encounter was barely two hours ago, you felt a need for him you never thought possible. You just needed to feel him inside you. Hands holding you hard and his mouth and teeth working on your neck.
"Fuck yes, baby...", you moaned lustfully. Oh, this was feeling so unbelivably great.. You'd never felt so wanted and needed by any man before. And to know and feel that FP wanted you so bad, made fucking him even hotter.
Your moans and heavy breathings filled the room. The door shuddered with every hard thrust but you both just didn't care. You completely blended out that every serpent - and especially Jug - was partying behind this door and could probably hear your uncontrolled screams of pleasure if listened close enough.
You were feeling your orgasm coming fast and strong. "I'm so close, FP. Exactly like this. God..", you moaned against his ear. "Let me hear you, baby. Come for me, my love", FP groaned back.
And you came for him. Waves of pleasure washing over you. You were completely lost in the moment. You felt FP coming soon after you, moaning your name.
Your heart stopped a beat and started to beat uncontrollably fast after that. Hearing him saying your name this way was doing a thing to you. And even though you were still kinda drunk you knew that this wasn't just a fling to you.
FP let you down carefully but stayed very close. He cupped your face with his hands, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You melted away.
You wanted to stay with him but weren't sure how to ask him. He wasn't known to commit to someone. Never had a relationship since Gladys left. You just heard rumors but never saw him with anyone.
Way too soon the both of you were dressed again, attending the party. At dawn you walked to your trailer and fell into your bed. Completely exhausted. Replaying the last hours in your head you suddenly stopped. My love? Did he really call you this during sex? Yes, he definitely did. But did this even mean anything? Speculating about this you fell asleep.
Summary: You and Hook have known each other for a long time and survived many adventures together. He is oblivious to your crush on him and is now in a relationship with Emma. When you find out, you're heartbroken and ready to leave him and all of your friends.
It was an ordinary day. You woke up in Storybrooke where you've lived for quite some time now. The sun was shining through your window and a smile was spreading across your face. You felt happy. And why not? You found new friends here, Killian was living here too and nobody was in danger for once.
Your stomach grumbled and you decided to have breakfast at Granny's. Like almost every day. And like every day you were excited to see him. Killian. You couldn't remember for how long you had sailed on the Jolly Roger with him and the crew and how many adventures you survived with him. It hasn't always been an easy road. Killian wasn't a happy bubbly person. He tended to keep everything to himself and it took you some time to see through his facade.
But once he trusted you he became more open. And somewhere along the way you fell in love with him. You trusted him more than you've ever trusted anyone before. You would give your own life if it means that he could live. He was worth so much more than he gave himself credit for.
Lost in your thoughts about the past you come back to the present. You open the door to the little diner and looked around for him. But he was nowhere to be seen. You sink down on an empty seat, looking at the door. You order and start to read a book for killing some time. Â
Laughter makes you look up. And that's when your heart sinks. Emma enters the diner. And right after her comes Killian. She smiles at him and he gives her a soft kiss on the lips. You had been afraid that it would come to this. You caught both of them several times glancing at each other.
Suddenly you're not hungry anymore. You place some money on the desk and stand up, holding your book close to your chest. Brushing beside the happy couple you feel a hand on your arm, holding you back. "Hey (y/n). Good morning, dear. Where are you going so fast?", Killian asks bewildered.
"I forgot to an important meeting. See you around.", you answer, giving him a forced smile. You try to free your arm from his grip but his grip only tightens. "Are you okay?" "Yes, sure. Why not? Would you please let me go. I have to be... somewhere.", you nod at his hand on your arm and he finally lets go.
"Okay, darling. We haven't seen each other that much in the last weeks. You're coming to the Jolly Rogers later?". He looks at you with puppy eyes and you just can't tell him no. "Why not. See you there", you accept his invitation even though you have no intention of really going.
You planned on going on a ship tonight, just not his. You had a ship of your own. The (y/s/n). Maybe you overreacted here but seeing Killian with another woman and especially someone that pretty and loved by everyone as Emma, you just couldn't handle. How could you compete with the savior herself? You were nothing like her. And if Killian likes her he would never fall for you.
Back in your appartment you start to pack the things that are most important to you. Some clothes, some photos, some gifts. You grab a piece of paper and start to write:
Dear Killian,
I am sorry I can't stay. I wish you all the best. You know I want you to be happy - you deserve it so much. And you seem to have found happiness here. It's just not my place to stay. We will see each other somewhere again.
Love, (y/n)
With a small backpack and the letter in your hand you close the door. For a moment you close your eyes and take a deep breath. That's it. You run away. Again. But you couldn't help yourself. You've never learned another way. In the past you had been on the run with Killian but that wasn't an option anymore.
It was a rainy day, so you barely saw anyone on your way to the (y/s/n). There was still plenty of time til Killian awaited you on the Jolly Roger so you sneak in and place your little letter on his bed. It would be too late when he finds it but that was okay. It's the way you planned it.
With one last look around you leave the ship.
You arrive on your ship which has been untouched since you got here months ago. You had really missed sailing. Although it's not easy all alone you knew what to do. Tears start to swell in your eyes but you try to blink them away. As you sail towards the horizon getting soaked with rain, a single tear escapes and rolls down your cheek. This was goodbye.
He was too late. He missed her by some minutes. He knew something was up. She hadn't been as happy as before but he didn't really notice until today. Her forced smile, her urge to get away from him. He came early to the Jolly Roger to make sure she would have a cozy place where he could talk to her. But he never thought he would leave him like this.
Killian was watching her sail into the sunset. And as he stands there holding her letter in his hand, not knowing if or when he will see her again, he couldn't deny the heavy and dark feeling that slowly covers his heart. He doesn't want her to go.
Summary: You've had a bad day at work and just want the grumpy werewolf to be there.
Words: 1016
Damn, what a miserable day... You slam the door to your flat and drop your bag on the floor. Frustrated, you rub your hands through your face. Your day of work has been longer than expected and your colleague, who embarrasses you in every possible moment, has had one of her best days today.
You lay down on the couch, whishing that Theo would be here. You weren't a couple though. No, Theo never showed any emotions around you. He was often in a bad mood, aggressive towards every member of the pack and seems to be not liking anyone. You really had no clue why he still sticks around.
But you, you had developed feelings for him recently. And every time he looks at you, your heart flutters.
On the rare occassions when you and Theo are alone together he seems to be calmer and almost approachable. Sometimes you catch a little sparkle in his eyes or a smile out of your canthus. And this one time when he actually let you supply one of his wounds, there was a moment... But you could be wrong here. Who knows what he was thinking or feeling anyway.
You decide, it's worth a try and take your phone.
You: Hey there! Want to watch some Netflix? How about [Series of your choice]? And bring food ;D
You wait. But faster than you had thought, your display brightens.
Theo: Sure ;) Be there in 20.
Straight to the point. Typical Theo. Relieved that you didn't get a rebuff, you start to tidy up a bit. You place some pillows and a blanket on the couch. Just in case...
When the bell finally rings, you're almost starved. There wasn't much time to eat today.
"Finally! What took you so long?", you ask hungrily, grabbing the bags out of his hands and rushing to the kitchen. "Ouch, that hurts,", Theo says jokingly and reaches dramatically with both of his hands to his heart. "Just good enough for being a delivery guy, huh?", he says grinnig.
"Whoever brings me food is always in my favour. You know that, Raeken.", you say, shoving the plate with food towards him. "Come on. Don't be shy", you jibe. A bit of flirting won't hurt. And Theo really is a good candidate. He has just the right height, trained but not to much and he has this beautiful and striking face with unbelievably blue eyes. No wonder the women are all over him.
"Shy?", he asks feigned hurt as he plops on the couch next to you. "I think, you might mistake me for Dunbar. Right in the heart again." He grins at you and starts eating. "Hmm... Maybe you're right. Why should I invite a grumpy, know-it-all and ladykiller when I could have cute little Liam here?" You squint at him, waiting for some kind of reaction. Exept that Theos hands tense a bit, you can see nothing.
The series starts and the both of you eat silently for a while. Something is wrong with him you suspect. He is a lot less 'mean' to you as usual. He just keeps quiet.
"Hey, Theo?". You nudge lightely at his shoulder. "Hm?", he asks without taking his eyes from the TV. "What's up with you? You're so quiet. I'm not used to that.", you try to loosen up the tension.
He keeps looking at the TV and you begin to think that he is simply ignoring your question when he suddenly speaks. "Would you really prefer having Dunbar here?". Surprised, you look at him and pinch your eyebrows together. "Are you serious? THAT is your problem? I just made fun. A dumb sentence. Like we always do. And in case you forgot, I texted and asked YOU to come around. Not him. God, what it is up with you today?".
Theo turns around and looks directly at you. You're feeling really warm and with every second passing, your heart beats faster and louder. No chance that he doesn't hear that. But you can't control it now. Full of hope but afraid you wait for his next step.
You can clearly see the struggle inside of him. Finally, he seems to make a decision because suddenly you can feel his lips on yours. With his supernatural speed he has closed the gap between you two.
Surprised at first, you freeze. But your body reacts almost immediatly. Your hands find their way in his hair and you can feel his strong arms around your waist. He squeezes you tight against him and the kiss deepens.
The moment you release each other, your cheeks are burning red and you’re breathing heavily. Furthermore you think that your heart might burst thorugh your ribcage every second. Theo though looks like always. Not fair. Werewolves and their control. But the look in his eyes had changed. They were now all warm and soft. Something you've never seen on him.
He smiles at you and gives you another, but a lot softer kiss. Then he pulls you close to him. "Come here, sweetheart." You sigh and let you fall in his embrace. Your whole body starts to relax and the stress of the last few days begins to vanish. Theo takes the blanket and throws it over the two of you. You start to laugh.
"What?", he asks confused. "My plan worked", you say through giggles. "What plan?". "This one here", you wave with the blanket. "Yeah... I looked through this some time ago." "Sure. Whatever you say, Raeken.". You box him playfully whereupon he just pulls you closer. You stay this way through the next two episodes. Theos fingers start to draw tiny circles on your shoulder and from time to time he kisses your vertex.
Who would've thought that Theo is a cuddler? Totally relaxed you can hear his even breathing and you drift off to sleep.
I’d do anything to be like you - Benny Lafitte x reader
Warnings: None that I can think of
Pairing: Benny Lafitte x reader
Summary: You don’t want to be close to the handsome vampire. But it is not what he thinks. What will happen when you finally admit?
Words: 1285
"She's been distant lately. Did you notice?", Benny says to Dean, looking at you while you organise the books in the bunker. You're wandering around, putting all books in a new order so you could all find everything better when you need to do research. Which is quite often.
"Don't know what you are talking about, man.", Dean answers absent, turning over a page. "Hey Dean, look at me. I'm serious. She hasn't talked to me in three whole days. And she barely looks at me.", Benny says with a little sigh.
Dean looks up. "Why are you worried? You two never have been close. She is the same with me and Sam as always.", he looks at Benny, shrugging. "Okay. I'm leaving. Getting something to eat, ya know. I'll talk to her later.", Benny stands up, looking over at where you are. The moment the door closes, you stop your actions, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath.
Dean doesn't seem to notice since Sam had said he has to look into this book and figue out what creature they might be hunting. "Hey Dean, I'm ready here. Going to my room.", you say as you head out of the 'living room'. "Hmm.. okay (y/n).", was all that Dean hums.
You had started drawing some hours ago and feeling totally calm at the moment. You look over your drawing, content. You had remembered a warm and sunny day when Dean, Sam, Benny and you were outside, goofing around at a lake, all smiling and enjoying some little free time.
You have some problems drawing Benny though. You let out a long sigh. Why has he to stay around? Since Dean brought him out of purgatory with him, it had been more difficult to be around him with every day passing. You had tried to keep some distance and it had worked for quite some time now. So you thought...
A knock on the door rips you out of your thoughts. "Yeah, come in. It's open.", you say, thinking it has to be Sam or Dean. When he answers, your body tenses. "Darling, I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?", Benny says in his low, sexy voice.
You hesitate a moment. Keeping distance might be difficult now but you try your best to keep your inner walls up. "Uhm, yes, sure Benny." You try to sit up but failing miserably, your pens and drawing falling to the floor. Great.
Benny reaches out to the drawing, looking at it with sad eyes. "I remember this day.", he murmurs. "Dean and I were fresh out of purgatory and for one day everyone was happy the way everything was." You can hear the sadness from his voice and it pierces your own, sad heart.
You look up. Meeting his eyes. He is directly looking at you. God, you've missed his eyes looking at you. But it has been you who had stopped eye contact some time ago. Not able to bear the pain that they cause you.
But now, that you were looking at him, you can't look away.
Benny is the one looking away. He coughs. "So, I wanted to ask you something.", he begins. You start to get nervous. This is not going to end well for your walls.
"I know that you and I were never as close as you are with the boys. But we had a good start, I guess. But lately I noticed, that you barely look at me and you haven't said one word to me in the last couple of days. Have I done something to upset you?", he asks you quietly, avoiding to look in your direction.
There he was. A very old and strong vampire, survivor of purgatory, hero for bringing Dean back and so incredibly handsome it hurts, being anxious that he might have done something that had made you not like him anymore. Suddenly, your sadness fades. A new feeling exploding in your chest. Anger.
"What is your damn problem, Benny?", you hiss at him. He looks at you wide eyed and surprised. "You had the privilege of living for decades, you have seen so many places and people, you even came back from purgatory, you can go whereever you want and do and learn whatever you want and you still linger here with us as if that would be the best life has to offer you.", you basically spat out.
"You wanna know why I can't stand to be in the same room as you? Why I don't want to look at you, talk to you? It's because I envy you.", you close your rant with no more anger left. Actually you feel pretty relieved now that you finally admitted out loud what you were feeling since the day you met him.
"You... what?", Benny stutters in disbelief. "You heard that right, vampire. As far as I know, you can hear a lot better than me."
Benny stands up, coming over. When you feel the bed dip a bit beside you, you face him. "Darling, please don't say things like that. You let being a monster look like something to aim for. You have seen me struggle. With thurst, with life in general. Being immortal isn't as great as you think it is.", he says carefully, taking your hand in his.
A shiver runs down your spine. If it was only the immortality you wanted...
"Benny, listen. You think so low of you as a person and of you being something other than human that you totally forgot about everything you can be. And do. Since I ran away from home so long ago, I searched for someone to turn me. This is not a fling. I had a few years now to think about it. The positive and negative things. And with every year passing, I grew older, weaker. I don't want to get old and die some day. You three are the only ones in this whole damn world that mean something to me. And to be honest, I can't picture the boys old. This lifestyle... It's just not going to happen. So what I am trying to say is: Would you make me just like you?"
Silence. Bennys mouth opens and shuts itself a couple of times. You squeeze his hand. It was feeling so good. You close your eyes as you say: "It's not just the immortality I want. Not anymore. It's immortality with you that I long for."
"Babygirl... Why are making this so hard for me? Dean will send me straight back to purgatory if I do that. And you still don't know what you wish for. This life is not worth living the way I am.", he says in shame. "Not even with me at your side?", you look at him full of hope that he would not just agree to make you immortal but also to be the man at your side.
Sighing, Benny says: "Why not start with spending more time together, seeing how that part works. And maybe some day...", you don't let him finish and practically knock him over.
Your heart full of joy and happiness in this moment. It hasn't been a 'yes' to you becoming a vampire yet but for the two of you.
You both lay on your bed now, you looking down at him. "That sounds like a wonderful idea". Smiling, you lower your head, ready to kiss him for the first time.
Warnings: None, just fluff, reader is in her mid-twenties
Pairing: FP Jones x reader
Summary: FP comes home from jail and you surprise him and Jug by cooking a meal in their trailer. Just a bunch of fluff here ;)
Today was the day. Finally. When Jughead got the call that his dad would be released from jail, you both cried happy tears.
At first it had been a bit weird between the three of you. You were about ten years older than Jug but still 20 years younger than FP. But eventually, Jug got used to see you around and finally accepted you as FP’s partner.
And for you, as you don’t have any siblings and no contact to your partents, you considered the Jones men as family.
Is it true what they say? [FP Jones x reader] - Part 1
Warnings: none, reader is around 20, english is not my first language (probably mistakes in grammar/tenses)
Pairing: FP Jones x reader
Summary: FP gets released from jail and there is sexual tension between him and the reader.Â
You were standing next to Jughead, Betty and Bettys mom. The four of you were currently waiting in front of the prison. FP was going to be released today and you were pretty nervous.
You had been friends with Jug for many years despite being a little older than him. Your parents were serpents and you knew FP and his family from an early age.
You had spent a lot of time in the Jones’ trailer, playing with Jug and Jelly in your childhood but it came to an end when their mom took Jellybean and moved to Toledo with her. From time to time you visited Jug and stumbled over bottles of beer more than once.
Could you write a FP imagine where the reader leaves her family because they don't approve of FP, and then FP and her move in together and the imagine follows the highs and lows of their lives? Such as getting married, having kids, growing old together all while they're completely head over heels in love and there for each other no matter what? Super fluff!
Thank you so much for your request :) I totally love the idea! I haven’t decided yet if I’m doing a long imagine or a mini series. I hope, both is okay with you.
And it will take me some time, because english is not my first language and I am a terribly slow writer. But I promise, I will write that!
Summary: You haven't heard of Castiel in a while and you start to miss him real bad.
Pairing: Castiel x reader
Warnings: None that I know of. Maybe some mild angst.
Words: 672
The first sounds of musics notes start to fill the air. You begin to play one of your favourite songs. Though it has always been beautiful to you, it now just holds painful memories of the past.
Playing piano for Castiel while he listened and enjoyed the music was something you had done when Sam and Dean left for a hunt or pretended to be FBI agents or whatsoever.
Castiel. You just loved the sound of his name. While the brothers always called him Cas, you called him by his full angelic name. And he seemed to like it. He always flashed you a quick smile or tilted his head or just glanced over when you said his name.
But that were happier times. Times when everything, despite the end-of-world-scenario, was kind of easier and better to handle for all of you.
But with Sam and Dean having their strong bond and first confided in one another and Castiel fighting this angelic war in heaven, you couldn't help but feel lonely.
You'd travelled some months with the brothers now and Castiel was kind of with them from the start. At first you had noticed his really beautiful and trustworthy blue eyes. When you heard him speak, you had to hold back a smile because his behaviour was odd sometimes, but always adorable. He seemed like a lost puppy. And you became really protective of him in "your" world.
One night, you two were alone for the first time. The two of you jad nevertalked about something other than the hunts and how not to die. But this night had been different. Castiel had taken you by surprise while you were playing piano with closed eyes. You had been totally oblivious to the fact that he was standing right behind you.
"That was outstandingly beautiful, (y/n).", he had said. And you had jumped and almost punched him because you had thought that you were under attack.
You smile at the thought. The night went on and you and Castiel discovered various things you had in common. And from that night on, he spent a lot of time with you in your room, listening to your play, reading or telling you stories out of his very very high amount of years that he has lived.
Right now, you must stop to play because tears are streaming down your face. You'd felt a void inside of you for quite some time now. It started the first day you haven't heard of him and deepened with every day.
Why wasn't he looking after you? You had tried to reach him multiple times but never got an answer. Sure, the situation in heaven wasn't easy, but you thought, that he would miss you, too. Even if it's just a little bit.
You sigh and close your eyes. One last time. After that I'm done begging. "Castiel. I don't know if you can actually hear me. Or if you heard me all the times before. I just played one of our favourite songs and it reminded me of how much I miss hanging out with you. It's been some time, you know. And sleeping gets more difficult every night because I can't listen to your voice, telling me stories of the earths past. I just wished... I wished you were here. With me. I miss you so much.", your voice cracks and you have to hold back sobs.
"Please... if it's somehow possible for you to come and see me... Just come. I don't care which time of the day or if it's 3 a.m. Let me know you're okay."
That's it. Your last attempt to see him. You open your eyes, seeing the wonderful wood of the old piano. But you heard nothing. He didn't come.
You turn around. Freezing in motion. "Hello (y/n).", he says with this adorable shy smile.
Is it true what they say? [FP Jones x reader] - Part 2
It is finally done! I hope you enjoy. And I hope I get the tagging thing right.
Warnings: age gap (reader around 20), sex, smut
Pairing: FP Jones x reader
Summary: FP gets released from jail and there is sexual tension between him and the reader. Starts where part 1 ended. Enjoy ;)
His hands went around your waist and when your lips met, you started feeling a bit dizzy. Was this really happening? FP pulled your body closer to his and bit your button lip so you would open your mouth.
He captured your sigh and your tongues were touching. Not one single moment you believed that you had the upper hand in this. FP was all dominant. He pressed you against your wardrobe and his grip on your hips got harder with every breath. His stubble brushed against your soft skin and your hands were pulling his hair.
When he started to kiss and suck on your neck you couldn't hold back a moan. This felt SO good.
Your hands grabbed the leather jacket and FP let you take it off him. His hands went under your shirt and your whole body started to shiver. You pulled him closer and your hands were tangled in his hair.
FP kissed a trail from your neck over to your collarbone and down to the neckline of your shirt. "Darling, I think I have to take that off", he said with a grin. He knelt down and started to plant kisses along the waistband of your trousers on your sensitive skin, pushing your shirt up so slowly.
You instinctively grabbed his hair. "Na na, sweetheart. Don't be so impatient", FP smirked against your skin. "God, FP. You want me to die from teasing before we finish?", you shot back.
In one swift, FP took your shirt off you. He then unclasped your bra and started to roll one of your nipples between his fingers. You took a sharp breath. "Better?", FP asked.
"Hell, yes.", you moaned. He kissed you again and with every twirl of your tounges your breathing got louder. You could tell that the king of the serpents was turned on as well. You could feel his arousal against you.
Suddenly he stopped his play with your nipple and lifted you up. Both hands on your ass but not breaking the kiss. Laying you on the bed with him on top, he kissed your neck again. Clearly, he wanted to leave some love bites.
But you didn't mind.
Quickly, your jeans were thrown somewhere and FP was going down on you. Teasing you again, he placed kisses everywhere but not where you craved it the most.
You arched your back in hope that he might have some mercy. And he did. He planted a firm kiss on your folds and then, finally, his tongue slipped out and he licked a line up to your clit.
"FP", you groaned in excitement. He drew circles over the most sensitive spot of yours and spread your legs with his hands, gripping hard on them. You could feel him hum between your legs, which only added to your pleasure.
Soon he entered you with one finger. Pumping in and out. Feeling your wetness. "Oh baby," he moaned "you're so hot." Hearing him say those things to you was really boosting your self-confidence. How the hell was this handsome man thinking you were hot?
When he added a second finger, stretching you out, your body started trembling. You thought of this more than once; alone in your bed. And now it was really happening.
"Faster.", you demanded. With a smirk, FP obeyed you while turning his face back to yours, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his lips.
You could feel that you were close. And FP felt it, too. He removed his fingers and you couldn't help but whimper. "You're coming soon, darling. I promise", FP whispered in your ear.
Your hands made their way to his jeans, trying to open it. You missed the button and your hands landed on his crotch instead. That brought you a low groan from FP. You started to slide your hand up and down his clothed arousal and FP's breathing got louder.
He stood up and got rid of his remaining clothes. Standing there naked in front of you, you just stared at him. His body showed no signs of his age. You thought, he looked just perfect. And his cock just had the perfect size for you. He was staring back at you. "You're beautiful.", he said in a sincere tone that made you look into his eyes.
You didn't know if you imaginated it or if he looked sad for a moment, but soon a smile arrived on his wonderful face and he crawled back on the bed, hovering over you. You smiled back at him and pulled him back for a kiss.
When you felt his tip against your sex, he paused. "You're on the pill?", he asked. You nodded and pushed your body lightly against his. "Are you sure, you want this? I'm only asking once.", FP paused again, holding back with pure willpower.
You took his face in your hands and looked directly at him. "Yes, FP. I want this. I want you. For so long.", you admitted. That was all he needed to hear.
With one single thrust, he stretched you out and you let out a sharp breath of surprise. When you closed your eyes, it was the moment you stopped thinking and started feeling.
FP kissing you rough and with passion. His one hand on your hip, the other over your shoulder, fingers playing with your hair. Your hands on his back, stroking, scretching, holding him close. His cock inside you, getting you wetter with every hard thrust. And god, it was rough. But it was okay with you. He wasn't hurting you in any way and he seemed to need it now.
You felt your release building inside you and you started to tremble again. Hearing his moans against your mouth was just so satisfying. And when you thought it couldn't get any better, FP's hand went to your leg, lifting it up so it was pressed between your bodies.
Pushing his hard cock back in, he hit your special spot and you cried out in pleasure. "Oh FP, what are you... Oh, fuck.", you stuttered. "I told you, you would get your release soon, baby.". Speeding up his pace, the two of you were not holding back with noises anymore.
You soon felt your climax and when you finally came it was the most satisfying feeling you had in a very long time. You screamed his name and when he stiffened, letting one single breath out, you felt him coming inside you.
You opened your eyes and looked back in his big brown ones. A lazy smile on his face. "Thank you, baby.". He said almost too quietly for you to hear and kissed you on the forehead, carefully pulling out. At the sudden loss of the stretching inside you, you cringed a bit.
"Thank me for what?", you asked curiously. He looked at you and his eyes widened. It seemed that he didn't wanted you to hear that. "Oh, just for being so beautiful.", he waved with his hand and winked at you.
There was more to that but for now, you decided to let it go. There was a party you two wanted to attend. "Okay Jones, than put your clothes back on and let's head to that party.", you said, laughing and throwing his pants at him.
He relaxed visibly and the two of you got dressed. When you got out of your home, he grabbed your ass and whsipered: "Ready for round two afterwards?". You laughed. "So it IS true what they say." You turned to him and you smirked at each other.
