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Miranda Priestly x Fem!Reader: Smooth Sailing

Summary: thewriting-dragon requested "Hey dear another request this time for Devil Wears Prada: Miranda Priestly and the reader is the twin's theater teacher or something just like maybe even a tutor, who just sees right past the woman's demeanor, but also doesn't give her any slack for being 'a queen of fashion' she's just like blunt and to the point and isn't scared of the 'Ice Queen' routine. Just slightly flustered Miranda meets immovable, stubborn educator who does have a soft spot for the Priestly twins and their mum"

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A/N: This wasn't intended to be as long as it is, but the more I wrote, the more ideas I got. Leaving it short didn't feel right and I just kept expanding until it became... this! I hope you like it!!!

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @angel7376

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With every passing second, the dragon lady’s wrath grew twofold. With every minute ticking up on the clock, her jaw got tenser and her fingers tapped impatiently on the seat. And with every breath, Roy was sweating more profusely.

“Roy,” Miranda bit out finally, when she’d finished counting the passing students, “Are my girls always so abhorrently late?”

Roy sat up straighter in his seat, making eye contact with her in the mirror. He had to clear his throat twice before he was able to speak.

“No, Miranda.”

It was a perfect answer. Clean, precise, and obedient. But the way he broke the eye contact a little too soon dampened the satisfaction; there was something her driver was hiding. She detested secrets.

“I don’t pay you to withhold information from me, do I?” Miranda asked him sharply.

“No, you don’t, Miranda.”

“Then don’t. If you have information, you need to share it with me. I detest repeating myself.”

“My answer wasn’t untrue, Miranda. Caroline and Cassidy are very punctual most days. The only time they are tardy is on Tuesdays and Thursdays after theatre.”

“Do you believe the fault lies with their instructor?” She asked.

“I’m not sure. That would be a question for Caroline and Cassidy.” Roy responded.

The way he carefully constructed his statement told her all she needed to know. It was obviously their instructor, if they were never late any other time. While she applauded Roy’s careful consideration for the theatre director, she didn’t have time for it. She was not going to accept any tardiness from her Bobbseys.

“Unacceptable. Wait here.” Miranda said.

Miranda threw open the door with poise, but also obvious annoyance. Her lips pursed out of habit and she stalked quickly past anyone who was in her way. A few parents looked as if they wanted to say something, though they quickly thought against it when seeing her. None were brave enough to interrupt her journey.

She had been in the theatre several times before, so there was no need to stop a passerby for directions. Caroline and Cassidy had been in a number of performances at Dalton that led them to the stage. Though this was the first year they’d officially been a part of the theatre group. With adverse effects, it seemed, Miranda thought snidely.

The auditorium was dark, save for the lights illuminating the stage. A few students were sat on the edge, legs swinging, as you stood before them speaking. Your voice was muffled and incoherent as you faced away from the doors, but your hands were moving wildly and the children were nodding along to whatever you were saying.

Caroline was the first to notice her mother strutting into the room, the lights shining on more and more of her. It took far less time for her to understand her mother’s expression. She nudged Cassidy, who nodded.

“Excuse us for a moment, Miss Y/N.” Cassidy said hastily, interrupting your speech as she dragged Caroline with her.

They intercepted Miranda within moments of her reaching you, effectively pushing her back quite a ways. Miranda was too stunned at their reaction to her to stop them from moving her.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” Caroline demanded in a hushed tone.

“I’ve come to see why you and your sister are wasting time,” Miranda answered, narrowing her eyes, “You were supposed to be outside fifteen minutes ago.”

“Miss Y/N was filling us in on extra instruction. Can’t you wait?”

“Watch your tone, Cassidy Anne.”

“Sorry, Mom, but we really wanted to hear about the extra classes. We didn’t think it would matter if we were a little late, that’s all.”

“That doesn’t excuse tardiness, girls. Gather your things.” Miranda said.

Caroline and Cassidy could clearly see how cross their mother was, but just this once, they decided to test it. Her moods were dreadful when she’d made up her mind. Luckily, they had inherited all of their stubbornness from her. A fact their father detested.

“Miss Y/N is almost done. We’ll meet you in the car.” Caroline said in a no-nonsense tone, clearly summoning all of the traits she associated with her mother.

It felt as if the world stood still for just a moment. Miranda’s gaze, which was normally so warm towards her daughters, was now hardened. Both girls wanted nothing more than to freeze up completely. This wasn’t really their mom anymore, this was partly the Dragon Lady.

“Excuse me?”

“Uhh,” Caroline said slowly, feeling her mistake keenly, “I just meant that-”

“Is there a problem, girls?”

Without any of them realizing, you had allowed everyone to leave, thoroughly filling everyone in. After the theatre was completely empty, you’d come up to check that everything was okay. They’d moved from the group rather quickly.

Unfortunately for you, however, the interruption allowed Miranda to turn her wrath on you. Miranda Priestly was famous for three things around Dalton; her devotion to supporting her children, countless donations, and her anger. It wasn’t like some of the parents, where they’d get loud and cause a scene. Miranda was cold and quiet, eviscerating you without drawing the slightest bit of attention.

“I believe there is,” Miranda said, voice cold, “It seems your lack of punctuality is rubbing off on my daughters.”

“I beg your pardon?” You asked, eyebrows raising to your hairline. Of all points for her to be angry with you, that was the last one you expected.

“I’m not fond of repeating myself, but as your hearing has failed you, I must. Your inability to end instruction on time is interfering with my girls’ schedules. Such an atrocious habit is not one I’ll allow them to inherit.”

There was a small amount of fear in your gut, of course. You weren’t stupid enough to believe yourself above a fearful respect for the woman. But above all of that lied indignation. It wasn’t uncommon for parents to berate you without all of the details, but you’d expected more from Miranda Priestly. Hoped for more.

“Caroline and Cassidy know very well that if they have other commitments, they have the option to leave quietly. Their choice to remain is not one I make for them. Contrary to popular belief, I do not rule over my students like a tyrant.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Both girls winced slightly. They were embarrassed at their mother’s eagerness to scold their teacher, but hoped they would remain bystanders to it. Evidently not.

Miranda had the grace to look contrite, before turning to her daughters. They offered sheepish smiles in return. And though Miranda would do anything for her girls, they couldn’t worm their way out of this situation and the following consequences.

“Girls, offer Miss Y/N your apologies and join me in the car.” Miranda said abruptly, surprising you with the quick change.

You wondered if she truly understood her mistake in confronting you without the proper information, or if she had grown bored of the conversation you were having. Internally, you hoped it was the first. Caroline and Cassidy were eager to apologize and you felt bad for them. You remembered being a kid, wanting to make your own decisions, despite the consequences.

When they left, you stood in the empty theatre for a few moments. You hoped that you hadn’t made an enemy of Miranda before you’d properly met. Part of you regretted being so harsh towards her, but another part stated that she deserved it. You let out a heaving sigh.

You guessed that this would not be your last encounter with the illustrious Miranda Priestly. Nor, you found yourself realizing, did you want it to be.

----

It could never be said that Miranda Priestly didn’t make good to those she wronged; that when she’d made a mistake, she found some way of making it up to them. It’s not easy in her position, being someone so important and well-known for her icy reputation. But every once in a while, she could defer from that expectation to right those mistakes.

So when an exceptionally expensive piece of stationary landed on your desk, it didn’t completely surprise you. The invitation inside did. There was no apology, no buzzwords like ‘amends’ or ‘resolution’ in the elegant script. Just an invitation to dinner at the townhouse.

A public place would have made you less nervous. As you walked up the steps to the townhouse, you realized how sweaty your palms were. You reminded yourself that Miranda Priestly was just a woman, just the mother of your two favored students. A very powerful woman, but a woman nonetheless.

You summoned all of your courage to press the doorbell. The nervousness crept its way up your throat as a pair of heels approached the door. When it opened, and Miranda stood there in all of her glory, you felt you’d underestimated your anxiousness.

“Miss Y/N,” Miranda said with a pleasant softness, “Do come in.”

“Thank you for your invitation. Though it did come as a surprise.” You said, offering a sheepish smile.

“I can imagine. We got off on the wrong foot this week and it would be in everyone's best interest to rectify that, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Absolutely. Our being at odds doesn’t do anyone good.”

“Precisely my thoughts. Now, do you prefer white or red?”

Miranda motioned to two bottles of wine on the polished countertops. Your eyes widened as you took in the labels, though you tried to hide your reaction quickly. It seemed Miranda would spare no expense for good things.

“White, please.” You said eventually.

She gave you a single, short nod when you met her eyes. You decided to take that as a good sign and let yourself relax. Soon enough, the two of you were getting along swimmingly.

“You can’t be serious.” You laughed, looking at the photo in your hands.

To keep the conversation flowing and pleasant, you both focused on shared topics. You stayed far from fashion and Miranda stayed far from teaching, eventually settling on Caroline and Cassidy. Miranda glowed when she spoke on them and it was intoxicating to see.

Soon enough, she’d broken out the photo albums. You’d explained that they were wonderful students, their playful streak adding to their performances and the energy of the crew. Miranda assured you that you didn’t know the half of it.

“I never lie. Caroline was so furious that she dropped the cake in Cassidy’s hair and I spent three days washing the icing out.” Miranda assured you, a smirk pulling at her mouth.

“Only three?” You teased, “I’d expect nothing less than five from your girls. They do nothing by halves.”

She hummed and took a sip of her wine. It struck you how similar the girls seemed to be to their mother. They were always dedicated, sometimes to a fault. You couldn’t count the number of times you told either Caroline or Cassidy to take a break after working too hard.

From what you understood of their parents, you understood that their father was the same way. But Miranda was entirely more dedicated from your point of view. For every show or recital, Miranda would be there in the front row, holding a gift for each girl. You had never once seen their father.

“There’s a reason I asked you here, besides regaling you with stories of my girls.” Miranda said after a few moments, “My daughters urged me to… make amends for my behavior last week. I was out of turn to instruct you in your own profession.”

You were waiting for an ‘I’m sorry’ but it never arrived. You guessed this was the closest you would get to a real apology.

“You were doing what you believed was right at the time,” You reasoned, taking a long sip of your wine as you thought over what you wanted to say, “I like to think we’ll understand one another better in the future because of it.”

“Is that something that pleases you?”

Her question caught you off guard. For a few, long moments you stared at her, her gaze never moving from yours.

“What do you mean?”

Miranda sighed, but this time you didn’t look away. You gathered that the frown forming on her face wasn’t a good sign and felt your confidence wane.

“Understanding one another better, does that please you?” She said, slowly, as if trying to ensure that you’d understand it.

You were more affected by the question than you cared to admit. It hadn’t hit you until just now that yes, the idea did please you; learning and laughing with Miranda all night had pleased you immensely. It was dangerous territory you were slipping into with her being the mother of your students, but some part of you didn’t care.

“Yes, I’d say it does.” You answered in a soft voice, following the statement up with a long swig of your wine.

The liquid provided more courage than you imagined it could. Upon arriving at the townhouse, you’d been scared out of your mind of what could happen. Now, you sat locked in a gaze with Miranda Priestly, trying to ignore the way your gut churned with butterflies.

No shortage of rumors about Miranda plagued Dalton’s hallways; that she was irritable, unyielding, and a pain. And though you wanted to completely dispute all of those—whether to yourself or to everyone else, you couldn’t tell—it wouldn’t be authentic to do so. Miranda was all of those things, but she was also caring, intuitive, and quick-minded. And to you, the good far outweighed the bad.

After the question, the conversation ran down until you took your leave of the townhouse. And as you walked away, you hoped that you did well enough to hide the grin on your face.

----

You couldn’t help the overwhelming smile on your lips, illuminating your face more than any light could. The calendar marked two days until opening night of the spring play and rehearsal, shockingly, had gone extremely well.

Now, your students were looking up at you with admiration and curiosity. You were unaware that a certain fashion editor was wearing a similarly curious look, hidden in the back row of the theatre where your vision could not reach.

“You all know that I’m never one to be caught without something to say,” You said, drawing some laughs from your students, “but you were all amazing. I truly have no critiques. Keep the same energy for opening night and you’ll be golden. Now, off you go!”

There were a few cheers from the students, before they moved to pack up their bags. You couldn’t help the unshakable smile on your face as you heard them yell their goodbyes behind them. Shaking your head, you picked up some discarded stand-in props, when a throat cleared behind you.

Caroline and Cassidy stood in front of you wearing genuine smiles, holding out a small bag to you. Your eyebrows furrowed. Though you were extremely interested, this wasn’t expected.

“What’s this?” You asked, taking the bag carefully.

“A gift, of course. We knew everyone else would wait until opening night, so we wanted to be the first.” Cassidy explained, “Open it.”

Unbeknownst to any of you, Miranda had shifted forward in her seat with interest. The gift wasn’t something she knew about. She certainly hadn’t the time to help, though she was truly curious as to what the item was.

You pulled out a small, square item wrapped in tissue paper. With intense care and patience, you peeled back the layers of paper, looking down at a framed picture. It was a candid photo of you, Caroline, and Cassidy running through lines. You recognized the photo from when the school photographer had first shown you. The picture was one of your favorites, as you could clearly see the differences between the girls demeanors in the still item.

“This… This is very thoughtful, girls. Thank you.” You said softly, trying not to betray just how emotional the gesture had made you.

Gifts were as common as rehearsals to you, but it was rare that they were ever so thoughtful. Dalton parents were rich and you’d end up with anything from gourmet chocolates to small luxury items. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate said gifts, they didn’t hold the same sentiment. You knew this picture was going to sit on your desk for some time.

“We’re really glad you like it, Miss Y/N.” Cassidy said.

“We were going to get you something else, but we thought you might like this better.” Caroline added.

“I don’t think I could like any gift as much as this.” You whispered, giving them a wink.

You tried to maintain a neutral style with all of your students, but you couldn’t deny that you held some students closer to your heart than others. The Priestly twins were no exception to that. The name ‘Priestly’ came with certain expectations around the city. Hell, around the world.

Your expectation was that the twins would fit the stereotype you heard constantly. Twins terrors, devil spawn, etc. But when you met them for the first time, surprise filled you at their quiet, respectful demeanor. They spoke only when called on, allowing everyone an opportunity to speak before they did.

Though your first run in with their mother hadn't been sunshine and rainbows, you knew their respectful air wasn’t only theirs. Manners like that were learned early on. You gathered that you had Miranda to thank for that. Beneath the cold facade of the Dragon Lady, you could see an honest, intelligent woman. A woman who knows what is worthy of her time; who is worthy of her time.

Two sets of arms closed around your waist, jolting you from your thoughts. You instinctively wrapped your arms around them in return.

When they left, you tried to ignore the bereft feeling in your heart. Like you were missing some vital part of you that you’d never realized had been missing before. The twins had wormed their way onto the list in your heart. You also tried not to ignore the desire to add a certain editor to that list, too.

——

“No. Absolutely not.”

“What do you mean ‘no?’ Be reasonable.”

You turned, glaring heavily at the woman behind you. Her snow white hair was illuminated by the stage lights, almost forming a halo around her head. The thought made you want to laugh bitterly.

“Exactly as I said Miranda, no.” You growled.

“You know how much this means to Caroline. It’s cruel not to give her a role she’s worked so hard for.”

“It would be far more cruel to give her a role that doesn’t fit her.”

“How much will it take for you to make my daughter happy?”

You’d been hastily snatching up the temporary props when the question left her mouth. The speed at which you turned back to her made your head spin, or maybe it was the anger you felt. Too much was happening for you to decide.

“I beg your pardon?” You asked.

“Have you suddenly lost your hearing? How much money do you need?” Miranda asked in a low tone, rolling her eyes as she glared at you.

Reasonably in the back of your mind, you knew that there were two options; take the bribe and appease Miranda or refuse it and royally piss her off, potentially risking your job in the process. The choice alone felt like a punch in the gut. You believed that you and Miranda had an understanding of these things, but it seemed you had been mistaken. Her offer had seriously wounded your pride.

“Now you listen to me and you listen clearly,” You said finally, advancing into her personal space and ignoring the way her eyes widened ever-so-slightly, “Caroline was given the role that best suits her. I’m sorry that she is unhappy with it, I truly am, but if I gave her the lead I’d set her up for failure. So you can accept the circumstances or she doesn’t have to be part of the show, but as far as I’m concerned this conversation is over.”

The lack of polite pandering she was used to shocked her into silence. She stood in this silence, watching you walk away from her. You were one of the few who’d ever stood up to Miranda Priestly. And unbeknownst to you, you were the only one who’d get away with it.

——

A few days passed and another invitation landed on your desk. The stationary felt too thick, too heavy. With anger still bubbling inside, you swiped the invitation off the desk and into the trash can.

——

The next time it wasn’t an envelope, but a small box with a bow on top. Underneath the bow was a small letter with your name on it. You were tempted to read it, to see if she’d actually apologized. You knew she hadn’t.

The box joined the invitation at the bottom of your trash bin.

——

Both gifts turned into a lovely bouquet of flowers, popping with bright oranges and yellows. The small card tempted you.

The arrangement was beautiful, some of the flowers seeming so expensive that you couldn’t have afforded it yourself. But the thought of the price tag mocked you and reminded you of her initial offer. Her bribe.

Ripping the card into pieces, you gave the bouquet to one of your assistant directors. You could finally breathe again with it out of your sight.

——

A soft knock on your door caught your attention. The laser focus you had on the script in your hands was broken as you looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“Sorry to interrupt, Miss Y/N, but there’s a woman out here asking to speak with you.” One of your assistant directors said with a sheepish smile.

“That’s okay. You can send her in.” You said, offering a reassuring look of your own.

As she scuttled from the room, you let out a sigh. The bulky script and red pen in your hands were forgotten at the moment. Now, you listened to the muffled footsteps of someone approaching your office. The small bit of peace you’d been holding onto was effectively shattered when you saw the woman walking through the door.

Miranda’s signature coiff was unmistakable, even in swelling New York crowds. So as she stood in your office now you had to face that she was there. You couldn’t swipe her attempts at apologies into the trash or pawn them off on friends.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” Miranda stated without bothering to shut the door.

“Good afternoon to you as well, Miranda.” You scoffed, circling around her to shut said door. Definitely not because it offered a reprieve from her cold eyes.

“It would be, if you’d summon the energy to return my correspondence.”

You took a deep breath, counting to ten in your head. Some part of you knew that Miranda was well-meaning in some ways, but she hid it behind seven layers of Dragon-Lady. She wouldn’t have offended you if it wasn’t for the sake of her daughter. You could appreciate that, it didn’t mean you had to like it.

If you had kids and the money Miranda did, you thought you might pull the same thing. Seeing someone you loved so dearly happy was important. You couldn’t put a price on it unless you were sickeningly wealthy. She was using the resources available to her.

That doesn’t change the way she acted.

“If you have something to say to me, you can do so in person. Not in a note.” You said, raising an eyebrow.

Returning to the spot behind your desk, you put your hands down on top of it, leaning on them. Miranda didn’t waver from her position in front of you. Part of you hoped she’d sit down and put some distance between you both, but it was only a hope.

“Some of us have schedules to maintain.” She bit out.

“Then it isn’t as important as you say, is it? It’s been lovely talking to you, but if you’re too busy then don’t let me keep you.” You said, motioning to the door. She didn’t budge. “What are you doing here, Miranda?”

“I have come to make amends.”

“Well, you have the floor.”

A silence filled the room as you waited for those three words. You folded your arms over your chest patiently, not letting your gaze fall away from her’s.

“If you would accept the items I sent, you could have saved me the unnecessary trip.” Miranda growled.

“Mm. No. A pretty box or bouquet doesn’t equal an apology.”

“And what does?”

“I don’t know, maybe an actual apology? Those three elusive little words that you seem intent on never saying?”

The beat of silence that followed your words made you laugh bitterly. Every opportunity known to man was at her disposal and she wasted every single one. You shook your head, a mixture of anger building from the original hurt you’d been sitting on since your last conversation.

“You are the most unfortunate, brilliant woman I’ve ever met,” You said passionately, “I’ve seen mothers with less on their plate who miss every show, but not you. Every show you’re there. You’re dedicated and intelligent and yet I’m standing here instructing you on how to apologize. I expect more from you, but it seems I was mistaken to do so.”

During your tirade, you circled back around the desk and over to the door, pulling it open for her. She was still facing away from you by the end of it. When she turned, her face was less hostile than before. She could give a TED talk on perfecting a neutral expression.

As she approached the door, she stopped just before crossing the threshold. Your forehead creased, confusion taking up residence on your face.

“I’m sorry.” Miranda said.

Her tone was so quiet that you almost missed it. But the way she kept her eyes on yours told you, she had really said it. She was waiting for a reaction.

“I forgive you.” You said back.

For the briefest of moments, you could’ve sworn you saw her smile. Then you blinked and it was gone. In an uncharacteristic move, Miranda placed her hand on your arm and squeezed. The absence when she left made you feel more bereft than any time she’d slighted you.

----

There were moments after that where you would catch glimpses of Miranda and she’d catch glimpses of you. Nothing was exchanged beyond a nod, or an awkward wave on your part. But there was less tension.

Opening night of the new show rolled around and two redheads decided to ambush you backstage after. It felt more commonplace than it should have, but Miranda’s appearance with them caught you off guard. Held in her hands was a bouquet of beautiful flowers.

“What’s all this?” You asked, a curious smile covering your face.

The question had been clearly directed at Caroline and Cassidy, but your eyes rested on Miranda. Her eyes were warmer, open -- like that first night at the townhouse, when you’d both had a few glasses of wine. You did everything you could not to blush under her scrutiny.

“My girls and I wished to congratulate you properly on a successful opening night.” Miranda supplied when the girl’s wrapped themselves around your middle.

“Ooh, properly?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah! We wanted to get you flowers, like the directors and actors on Broadway get.” Caroline said with a big smile and twinkling eyes.

“We also wished to invite you to have dinner with us at the townhouse, if you’re amenable to the idea.” Miranda added.

There was a long moment where Caroline and Cassidy shared surprised looks. You guessed that the flowers had been planned, but the dinner invitation hadn’t. A smirk pulled at your lips. It must mean something interesting if Miranda was acting out of the ordinary.

“I believe I’d like that,” You said finally, “but I have to get things shut down here before I go.”

“That is not a problem. We’ll wait outside, won’t we girls?”

Her tone was pointed and the twins released their vice grip on your waist, shuffling from the room with an odd look at you and their mother. You couldn’t help the laugh that passed your lips. Miranda unexpectedly moved towards you and placed the bouquet in your hand. The touch of her hand on yours surprised you, but what surprised you more was the light kiss she placed on your cheek.

“We’ll be waiting.” Was all she offered, before turning from the room and leaving you stunned.

The smile that broke over your face was so large your cheeks hurt. It was the last thing you’d ever hoped for, but the way Miranda was acting had left you feeling giddy. You nearly fell over several times in your haste to meet them outside.

----

Dinner was infinitely better with the twins present. You adored Miranda’s company, of course, but she fully lit up when they were in the room. Her shoulders would relax and her mouth would curl into a smile far easier. You loved watching it.

The girls were as mischievous as ever and didn’t go a second without telling one of you awkward stories about the other. An interesting tactic, but a fitting one, you had to admit. By the end of it all, your sides were aching with laughter. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so full of joy.

But the reality of a weeknight set in and the twins rushed up to bed, not before giving you a warm goodbye for the night. You watched them run up the stairs with a smile until they were out of sight. Then you turned back to Miranda, caught off guard by the softness still in her eyes.

“I suppose that’s my cue for the night. I’m afraid it’s past my bedtime.” You joked, earning a slightly upturn of Miranda’s lips.

“We certainly wouldn’t want you to be late for school tomorrow.” Miranda returned.

She led you to the door in a moment of quiet. The handle of the door was right within your grasp, but it didn’t feel right to reach for it. Something was missing. Something that hadn’t happened yet.

“I had a wonderful time this evening. Thank you for inviting me.” You said.

“The pleasure is all mine. You’ve been wonderful with my girls, they adore you.”

“And their mother?” You asked boldly.

You were rewarded with a small, but genuine smile from Miranda. The sight made you feel like jumping up and down or buying a lottery ticket. You had to be one in a billion people who’d ever received such an honor.

“I’d say she’s coming to share their sentiments.” Miranda said in a whisper.

Her eyes, which had been focused on yours, darted away to your lips. You couldn’t help but bite lightly at your bottom lip in anticipation. When she finally leant forward and kissed you, you swore you could fly. It was quick, nothing more than a brief press, but it was enough to intoxicate you.

As Miranda let you out the door, you couldn’t stop the smile on your face. And hidden behind the bannister a floor up, neither could two little redheads. The start of your relationship had been rocky, but from now on it’d only be smooth sailing.

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 3 years

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@goodbyedeanhellosoldierboy replied to your post “At least Kripke allowed his writing team and...”thanks for answering my ask so quickly, especially...

thanks for answering my ask so quickly, especially as you're not feeling well - and please don't feel the need to respond straight away, or at all, but my point was that a lot of us have felt the way Dean has been written in the later seasons was almost spiteful? there's bad writing and then there's actual deliberate character destruction and Dabb and co have done the latter.

but this was also under Carver's watch too.

The Just My Imagination episode for example, which was abuse apologetic..blaming a child for not being enough of a caretaker towards another child.

Dabb and co had Dean point a gun at Kaia. Dabb and co had Dean be the villain when Jack killed his mother.

It's been obvious to many of us that Dabb hates Dean, and why? Because Dean represents what Dabb hates.

So yes, I get that the original post was about Kripke's original take on SPN before casting and filming, and the early seasons. But I just don't think you can talk about Kripke being a nerd boy who identifies with Nice Guy TM Sam and NOT talk about Dabb and Carver who took this and went up 100 levels.

and I'm sorry to dumping this on you, I know you're not the original OP but I like your take on things.

and just wanted to see what you thought.

no prob ^-^ honestly, I’m still a little reluctant to do this kind of discussions because for so many years I focused on the positive, choosing to see the iffy things as accidents, unfortunate implications that maybe weren’t intended, possibly us kind of callously interpreting the thing in the least favorable way when it could be interpreted differently, maybe it had just been written a bit wonkily.

I really wanted to enjoy the show. I respected people who were negative, I just wanted to enjoy the show. In the last few seasons, it’s not like I didn’t have fun or be excited when a new episode aired, but... yeah, I didn’t really like the writing choices much. Especially in season 15. But I tried to focus on the positive. I mean, I wasn’t wrong completely, you know? That one 15x18 scene did happen. Cas did say those things to Dean. Sigh.

So, anyway, now I’m kind of wired to give the writers the benefits of the doubt. Although obviously at this point there’s no point anymore, and there are no new episodes to be excited for.

I think a lot of people are doing the same now, pulling out the frustration they kept aside and focusing on the bad things about the show. I think that’s fair, although I’m not loving certain trends that are happening right now. (Like Thewriters(TM) had no idea of what they were doing and everything good happened accidentally without anyone in the writing room realizing. Like, no.)

You know, not to absolve anyone, but now that I’m thinking about it, I kind of also think that it’s easier to write Dean having negative emotions. Negative emotions, “bad” reactions to trauma, unpalatable actions. I think Dean is a better toy in the hands of a writer. You can give Jensen anything and he will act the shit out of it. You can have Dean do things that for anyone else would be unlikeable. Dean stays relatable no matter what (unless you’re some ~stan but that’s a different matter lol) so I can imagine that for the writers it’s just more natural to play with Dean, to stretch the character in ways you can just trust Jensen to make work. That could also be a factor, among other factors.

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playitaagain · 4 years

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not so subtle

Happy Mayward Week 2020!

Day 2 - October 5th: Mayward + “Why are you whispering?” + au

Shout out to @eddie-and-richie for giving me the idea for a roommates!au. I added a hint of college!au as well!

John B isn’t stupid, but apparently his friends think he is.

John B never really expected his two best friends and roommates to like each other so much. John B had met Pope in class and instantly felt like Pope would fit right into their little group. He had been right when he brought the other boy around JJ and Kiara. Pope fit right in.

Pope specifically hit it off with JJ. The two evened each other out. Where JJ was wild and impulsive, Pope was calm and thoughtful. John B never really had much luck talking JJ out of his stupid shit, but Pope could talk him out of almost anything. It went the other way too. Pope was always cautious, but JJ could talk him into doing some of his less stupid shit with a smile and a promise of I’ll have your back if anything happens.

It seemed pretty natural when sophomore year came around and they found a small three bedroom off campus. It would save them all money in the long run and Kiara offered to do a majority of the cooking with her family recipes. They split up cleaning among the guys (because Kiara cooked, she didn’t have to clean) and it worked perfectly.

It also made John B realize that maybe Pope and JJ didn’t just like each other as friends, but as something more.

Okay, he may be a bit stupid because he realizes after the first week how obvious it is. They always sit next to each other, knees bumping. JJ and Pope touch each other casually a lot. It’s any excuse they can get. A hand on a shoulder. Patting a knee. They always linger too and John B can practically feel the tension between them.

John B would have to be blind and a complete idiot not to notice the shift his friend’s relationship takes. They are the furthest from subtle as you can get.

Do they really think he doesn’t notice that JJ sneaks out of their room to go to Pope’s? The rooms are literally right next to each other. There was no way he was going to miss that.

It wasn’t just that though. JJ would drag his hand across Pope’s shoulders if he passed him. It wasn’t just knees touching now, but their bodies pressed together sometimes, JJ’s arm draped across the back casually like he thinks he is tricking John B and Kiara.

It was also the looks they shared. If John B wrote poetry, he could describe those looks as something more than just love because there was so much more behind those looks. Love. Adoration. Reassurance. Longing. Desire. It is what made John B realize this wasn’t just sex (something JJ has always been know for), but something much deeper.

John B couldn’t stand it though. He didn’t understand why his two best friends wouldn't be comfortable telling him. Yeah, when they were young, before they even knew Pope, the three had agreed on the no macking rule within the group. This was different though. This wasn’t just macking.

He has enough of it when he walks out of his bedroom (that JJ had been absent from the night before) and finds the two curled up on their couch. He’s never seen JJ so relaxed, even in his sleep, but pressed up against Pope, face in the crook of Pope’s neck, he looks like the textbook definition of relaxed.

The two are in a quiet conversation when John B goes to sneak up behind them, the movie merely noise in the background. John B doesn’t really care what they're discussing as he sneaks up behind the pair. He does catch snippets about going home for Christmas and Pope inviting JJ to spend the holidays with his family.

John B has to pause a moment when he sees JJ’s stunned reaction. John B can’t help his own happiness from bubbling up as JJ looks at Pope with hopeful eyes. Pope reassures JJ that his parents will love him (the doubt is written all over JJ’s face) and he watches as JJ agrees, voice quiet with excitement lacing his words.

It’s almost enough to stop John B from interrupting. Almost.

The two continue their conversation in hushed tones, obviously trying to keep quiet because they think John B is sleeping. He isn’t though and continues his quiet trip to his two friends before he speaks, “why are you whispering?”

He’s never seen two people jump so high. JJ nearly tumbles off the couch as he scurries away from Pope, eyes wide with worry as he meets John B’s teasing gaze. John B is chuckling now as he glances back and forth between the two of them, waiting for an answer.

“Uh-we thought you were asleep,” Pope finally says, voice shaking a bit with nerves. It has a frown tugging down John B’s lips. Did they really think he would have a problem with their relationship? He was happy for his friends. He wishes they would realize that.

“Nah man, my schedule is all thrown off because of my night shifts,” John B answers, hopping over the back of the couch to sit between the pair. They still look a bit shell shocked, but are slowly shifting to sit on the couch properly again. “So, what are we watching?”

“Um, I’m not sure,” JJ mutters, flinching when John B pats his knee. He exchanges a look with Pope, who nods his head. “JB…” John B doesn’t need him to continue.

“Dude, I’ve known for weeks now.” Que the shocked looks. “You guys are not subtle.”

“But-” Pope started, but John B cuts him off.

“Guys, I approve. It’s cool. I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“But what about the no macking rule?” JJ asks, unsure. John B has never seen him so nervous.

“JJ, this isn’t just macking,” John B replies, arm going around JJ’s shoulders to pull him in. He does the same to Pope on the other side.

The words seem to have JJ fumbling a bit nervously as he glances at Pope. John B doesn’t know where they are in their relationship, but probably not at the I love you stage if JJ’s panicked look is anything to go by.

Pope catches JJ’s eyes though and it is so soft and full of so much love. It makes John B a little sick, but he sees the way JJ’s eyes light up and he refrains from teasing them as Pope says, “ No, it’s definitely not just macking.”

Maybe sitting between them was a bad idea, because they’re both going in for a kiss and John B gives each a little shove as he hops off the couch. “Yeah, good, good. I’m happy for you guys.” They aren’t listening though and John B sighs. What the heck did he just do to himself? At least before they tried to hide all the lovey dovey stuff. “Okay, well, I’m just going to go.”

“Yeah, sure, see you later man.” But JJ isn’t looking at him, blue eyes filled with Love and….something else. Yep. That’s lust. John B hurries out of the room as their lips meet, deciding it may be a better idea to study in the library.

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rason-rodd · 6 years

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So anyways heres the idea: the reader has a scheduled date with dick/roy/any guy you want in a few days. The reader is "best friends" with Jason and she has no idea how romantic relationships work (shes the typical innocent and virgin girl sorry if its corny but you can revise it if you want), and Jason teaches her how to kiss then things got intimate- til he teaches her foreplay and s*x.

Service (Jason Todd x Reader) (NSFW)

A/N: So I indeed changed a few things, anon. Hope you don’t mind and that you’ll like anyway. And thank you for your patience.

Warning: Fluff, Language and SMUT!

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“I want you to have sex with me.”Jason almost choked on his pizza. Eyes widened, the slice in his hand, mouth still full with some crumbs and tomato sauce around the lips, he stared at you wondering if he had heard right. “You want me to do what?” “I want you to have sex with me.” You repeated a bit too casually to his taste. He put down the slice in the box and wiped his mouth with his hand, thinking about what he could say or even think, still unsettled by how weird you – and your demand – were.

You were best friends. Always have been. Even back in the days when he was living on his own and was stealing tires in the street, you were there. And you had never truly left him since or given up on him despite all his attempts to push you away. You had been there, with him, through everything, good or bad. You even had been his first kiss as he had been yours when you were what? 14 or 15? Teenagers with raging hormones craving touch more than anything else and so curious to discover such an intimate sensation. It had been very awkward and not really great. A predictable result considering how wild he was back in the days and how sweet you were. The wary pessimistic reckless boy meeting the hopeless romantic girl next door. He had tried something passionate. You had tried something softer. He had tried something with his tongue. So sloppy. And you had frozen. What the hell was he doing? But you were both keeping a good memory of this moment. You were actually laughing about it today. And you would never go back in time and change it.

However, this sudden insane … request? He wasn’t sure you would ever laugh about it someday if he were to accept. On the contrary, he was quite sure he would definitely lose you.

“You’re crazy.” He just said with a forced chuckle. That wasn’t funny at all. You both agreed on that. “No, I’m not. I really thought about this. I’m sure this is what I want”“ Wait, weren’t you dating that dumbass Wally West?” “ We broke up, yesterday.” You confessed with a sad look on your face. “ So you want comforting sex? It’s even worse.” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want this at all. “ You didn’t hear me, Jay. Please …” “No no no, Y/N. It won’t happen” He cut you short, shaking his head like crazy as if you had asked euthanasia or something as bad. He was so uncomfortable you suddenly regretted putting this conversation on the table. And yet, when you had thought about it, imagined it and repeated it in your head to make sure to sound confident enough you were sure it would end up with you getting what you wanted. “ I can’t believe you’re asking me this.” He said, still stupefied. “Calm down, Jay. It’s not that terrible and you didn’t even listen to the reason why I wanted us to have sex.”

That word made him instantly shiver. No, he couldn’t think about doing that kind of stuff with you. He couldn’t think about you and him naked in a same bed, doing it, languorously or roughly, you on all fours, moaning his name and … Damn it. Jason quickly seized his beer and took a big gulp, hoping this obscene image of you and him would drown in alcohol. It didn’t. Instead it became clearer and way more vivid.

“ I’m a virgin.” You said with a stupid ounce of shame in your voice.

He almost choked again. Clearly you wanted him to die tonight. But a virgin? You? He thought you had lost your V card a while ago to some guy in high school. After all, even if you could be quite insecure and rather discreet and a bit naive, you were beautiful, smart and funny. “ Okay, so let me rephrase. You not just want me to have sex with you, you want me to take your virginity.” You nodded. That’s exactly what you wanted: Jason to be your first. “Consider it as a service.” His eyes widened. “A service? Changing a light bulb is a service, picking you up when your car is at the mechanic is a service. But popping your cherry? It’s not a service, Y/N.” He almost screamed. “ A favour then” He sighed, took his face between his hands and mumbled something you didn’t get. “I don’t hear you.” He removed his hands. “Why me?” He said this in a way you wondered if he was imploring God or something or if he was talking to you. You answered anyway. “Because you’re certainly the best relationship I’ve ever had with a guy. Who did you want me to ask?” “ I don’t know … your boyfriend maybe.” A logical answer. And you would have done so if you had trusted a man as much as you trusted Jason. And that’s what you told him.“ I can’t trust a man enough to do that. Every time I get the chance to do it I freak out. I’m scared to regret. I’m scared to do it wrong. I’m scared to be ridiculous. Damn, you know how insecure I am, Jay.” He shrugged. You didn’t sound so insecure right now. “ … But when I imagine myself doing it with you…”“ You imagined what?” He stopped you right there. “ Oh, like you never imagined yourself humping me at least once in your life.”

He did, quite a few times, especially when he was a teenager. Puberty certainly. He even had jerked off thinking about you when you were basically the only girl he was close to. But he had regretted it every single time because he didn’t want to see you in a sexual lustful way. Your friendship was so pure – and you were so pure too - and he cherished your relationship too much to ruin it with dirty thoughts of you.

“That’s not the point, [Y/N].” “I just want you to teach me a few things. Like foreplay and some positions.” His eyes widened. He was dreaming right? Right? “What? I’m not desirable enough?” You asked with a broken voice when you saw how quiet he was. “ Of course you are. Don’t be ridiculous. You’re certainly the hottest girl I know.” He confessed without even looking at you, not used to be that complimentary. “ Then what is it?” You asked as you put your hand on his thigh. He stiffened, rebuked by the weird shiver he suddenly felt in his lower stomach, and pushed you away. “This isn’t you. My best friend would never want this. This is not what you want. You’re a romantic one” You sighed annoyed. “Trust me, [Y/N]. If I were a fucking misogynist bastard I would fuck you without an ounce of hesitation. But I care about you and I care about our friendship. I don’t want to screw everything up.” “Lamest pun ever.” You smiled lightly, hoping it would lighten the atmosphere a little.“That was not intended.” He smiled back. You sighed, resigned. You would not get what you want “You’re such a respectable nice guy, Jason Todd.” He scratched his head, flattered. “Nah, I’m a bad boy” “ You know what? Forget I just asked.” “ I will.”

He didn’t. It haunted him all night. Alone in his bed, he couldn’t help but think about it, think about you, think about your body and … He sighed and cursed when he spotted a bulge under the sheets. He was hard. “Fuck.” Yeah, “fuck”. That was the only word he had in mind right now. And so he did what he hadn’t done in a long time. He did what young Jason did when he was a boarder at Ma Gunn’s. He put his hand under the sheets and in his boxers and grabbed his length. “This is wrong.” He said to himself when he started jerking himself off slowly and silently. “This is so fucking wrong.” But it was so good as well. Eyes closed, he quickened his pace little by little, spreading the pre-cum on his shaft, until he was a panting mess. “Fuck, [Y/N].” He could see you in his mind. He could see your hand instead of his, moving up and down, down and up his shaft and …

The door creaked. In a flash, he removed his hand, pulled up the covers and closed his eyes. A rather teenage behaviour but a reflex before all. “Jay?” He heard you whisper but he didn’t reply.

You came closer to his bed and sat on the edge to look at him in silence. He had sweat on his forehead and his eyes were shut tightly. “You’re okay?” You said as you brushed his hair away from his face. He slowly opened his big blue eyes and pretended to be sleepy. “Yeah.” “ I heard you talking and moaning. I thought you were having another nightmare. Sorry I woke you up.” “ It’s okay. You can go back to bed now.” He didn’t sound so well to you. “You’re sure?” He nodded. He definitely looked uncomfortable and had that hint of lie in his eyes that you knew all too well to your taste. “Move.” You said as you tried to lie down next to him under the covers. “ No!” He rapidly sat up to grab the covers and held them tight. “ It’s okay Jay.” You tried to reassure him as you pulled the sheets. “It’s not the first time we sleep in the same bed and like we said, the previous conversation is for…gotten.”

You had seen it. Right here under the covers. And despite your tries, you couldn’t help but staring at it. “You … you are…” You pointed out at his bulge and he was suddenly so ashamed.“ Yeah.” He immediately covered himself. “ Well. I guess it’s natural for a man to wake up with a …” You did a weird movement with your hand and gulped. “At least, that’s what I heard … not that I … know much.” You wanted to slap yourself. You wanted to sew your eyelids even. Why were your eyes attracted by his …manhood? Why were you attracted by … Aaaargh. Even your thoughts were a complete mess right now and you could feel a weird sensation in your lower stomach, like a knot or something. “ I was thinking of you, actually.” You shivered and squeezed your thighs and desperately tried to focus on Jason’s face again but he was looking at you the same way you were looking at him, with lust and desire. “ Were you…” You mimicked a hand job. The self-confidence you had shown early on that night was completely gone right now. “ Yeah.” You stayed quiet, trying to calm yourself because you could hear your heart pounding like crazy in your chest right now. “I know it’s disgusting and all and I shouldn’t think of you that way especially after the lecture I gave you earlier” He continued. “But, I couldn’t … I was thinking about our conversation and …” He was just like you, completely lost and even ashamed. “Fuck, how much I want you right now.”“ Then show me what you want me to do.” You whispered, blushing. “ You would do me that service?” He asked, genuinely shocked. “ It’s more like a favour, don’t you think?”

He smirked and removed the covers. The way you looked again at his bulge made him grin. Wait till you see what’s underneath the fabric, doll. You quickly glanced at his face and he noticed how red your cheeks were. You looked so shy and hesitating it was so cute. It made him chuckle a bit and he caressed your burning face. “It’s okay.” He briefly looked down towards his manhood and you followed his eyes. You understood the message and you slowly approached your hand. Delicately, you placed it on his bulge, feeling it through his boxers, and you instantly shivered. It was so hard and … huge and … You exhaled. You were feeling so hot right now because of the excitement mixed to this unavoidable apprehension. You caressed him very slowly, unconsciously trying to gauge his length. You could do this. Yeah. That was all right.At least that’s what you were telling yourself.

Jason suddenly put his hand on yours and it made you slightly jumped, pulling you out from your thoughts. “Relax… Here.” He pulled down his boxers slowly and, with widened eyes, you watched his cock spring free, already hard. Holy sh…It was not just huge. It was fucking massive and thick and veinous and … oh my fucking god, what were you doing? “ Don’t worry” Jason said as he placed few strands of your hair behind your ear to see your beautiful face. “Just take it in your hand. I’ll help you.” You discreetly gulped but obeyed.

It was weird, a bit heavy, wet and sticky. “It’s pre-cum” He said when he saw your face. You had never heard about this before but you decided to move your hand up and down, anyway. You frowned, concentrated on what you were doing and strangely focused on the sensation of his cock in your hand. “Tighten your grip a bit more … like this.” Jason squeezed your hand around his shaft and began to give you another pace, a bit quicker and firmer. “And don’t be scared to go faster. You won’t tear it away.” He chuckled but you didn’t. You continued the way he told you and he lied on his back. When he sighed and moaned you understood you were maybe not doing so bad. You felt an immediate pride that made you smile and instinctively started twisting your hand a bit. “Yeah. That’s nice.” He whispered, panting. “Now touch my balls with your …” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence that you were already caressing them. “Exactly like that.” He was definitely enjoying this. You were a good learner. “ Y/N”

It sent shivers in your entire body. So electrifying. You wanted to hear it again. Instinctively, you bent over and put your lips on the tip of his cock. Jason immediately jolted. He hadn’t see that one coming but it liked it anyway. He smirked and crossed his hands behind his head to watch you.

You finally took the tip in your mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. The taste of his pre-cum was weird and a bit disgusting. It was bitter and quite sticky but it soon disappeared and Jason seemed to enjoy your lips around him. “Take it deeper” He asked, a bit frustrated.You did as he said and welcomed his length in your mouth, certainly too deeply because you gagged a bit. It made Jason chuckle though. “Easy, doll.” “Don’t mock me” You growled, a bit annoyed that he was finding this situation funny. “I’m not. You’re just so cute” He admitted with a grin. “ I’m sure that’s not the kind of thing guys usually think when they have sex.”

Jason shook his head, amused and at the same time exasperated by your disappointment. “ Come here.” He gestured you to straddle him. So you knelt on the bed and came to sit on him. “No, not here.” He winked and grabbed your ass in his hands.Your eyes widened. “You want me to …” You couldn’t even say it. “ Yes, sit on my face, sweetheart.” Those words made you immediately shiver and you felt a new tension in your lower stomach. Still you manage to place yourself above Jason’s head.

He put your shorts and panties aside and without forewarning started kissing your slit. You immediately moaned and took hold of his hair to stay still and again, he chuckled with pride before kissing you one more time. “You’re so wet. You’re aware of that?” You whimpered and bit your lower lip. “Is that the kind of things you want to hear?” You nodded. He slapped your ass as a response. “I didn’t hear.” “ Yes.” You squealed “You like when I talk dirty to you like that?” He licked you, sucking your juices loudly and you squealed, definitely unused to that kind of pleasure. “Yes” You admitted with a high-pitched voice. Jason grabbed your thighs and started sucking your clit and lips more greedily. The sensation was divine. He was divine. “Holy sh… aaaah.” You screamed when you felt his tongue entering you. “You taste so good, Y/N. Better than I imagined.” “ Fuck me now, Jay.” You begged as you could tell you were about to explode. “Please fuck me now. I want you.”

He pushed you flat on the mattress and removed your shorts and panties. He sucked his fingers as he stared at you right in the eye. Damn those eyes, so blue, so pretty and so filled with lust. Then he went to caress your folds again, making you moan and even yell when he put a finger inside of you. “Take your tank top off while I finger fuck you.” “ That’s not what I meant by ‘fuck me’.” You confessed, frustrated “ I’m just preparing the ground, love. Trust me you’ll need it” You sighed, took off your top as he said and threw it on the ground. “How impatient you are.” Jason declared with a smile. “Maybe you should wait more.” “ What? No! ” You protested. “Oh yeah” He laughed as he plunged a new finger inside of you. You cursed as he began curling them and moving them in and out of you to stretch out your entrance. “Does that hurt?” “ Not for now.” “ Good.” He bent over and began sucking your nipples. You let your head sink into the pillow. Damn that was good. He grabbed one of you breast in his hand and kept on sucking while his other hand was still pleasuring you between your legs. When he bit your nipple you jolted. “Ouch.” He smirked “You’re such a sadist!” You shouted. “Do I bite your nipples?” “ You could”

He didn’t need to say it twice you pushed him on his back and began kissing his hairless chest. His skin was so soft and so warm. You allowed yourself to caress it with your fingertips. Jason was so muscular and his abs were to die for. How come had you never truly realised how desirable and arousing than son of a bitch was? As you had told him, you licked his pectorals and bit his nipple. “Ouch that hurts” He mocked and you glared at him. “That’s right laugh.” He laughed again and so did you. However, he growled when you bit harder. “ Oops, have I hurt you?”

And, unexpectedly, what was supposed to be a serious stressful moment became a funny arousing game. And you were so glad for it as you were glad you had chosen Jason to be your first. Okay, some people would definitely find it – you – crazy or call you a horny desperate bitch but you were sure that you would not regret your choice tomorrow or in a few years contrary to some other girls.

“Okay, lie down.” He said as he caressed your cheek. You obeyed and watched as he opened your legs wide and knelt between them. He took his cock in his hand and started jerking it off a bit to make it a bit harder you supposed. “If it hurts to much, you tell me and we stop, okay?” “ Okay.” You nodded as you breathed in and out deeply. A game, right? You were beginning to change your mind.

Jason opened the drawer next to his bed and took a condom. Predictable man. “You want to put it?” “I’d rather like you to do it.” You admitted, scared to do it wrong or to rip it up. “ Sure, no problem.” He smiled and tore up the wrapping with his teeth. You looked at him as he put the condom, trying to learn how to do it, just in case you might need to do it someday. Then he tapped your pussy with his cock before brushing the entrance with the tip. “You’re ready?” You nodded, not entirely sure you were and a bit scared.

You felt Jason entering you slowly, gently and oh so softly. He was very caring and considerate but it hurt nevertheless. It hurt so bad. It hurt like a bitch. It hurt so much the pain made you instantly and instinctively clench your walls (which made everything worse) and grit your teeth as you cried out. Why did he have to be so fucking big? And why did it have to hurt like that? When Jason heard your pain, he stopped moving. He never wanted to hurt you and when he noticed he was barely inside of you, he immediately worried. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head. It wasn’t his fault. In fact, he couldn’t be better than he already was. “ Don’t be. I’m okay.” You breathed in very deeply again and Jason pushed himself a bit more inside of you. You blocked a whimper in your throat and dug your nails in his back. You dug them so deep, Jason actually hissed but you didn’t notice and he didn’t care. You were so tight, too tight even. That was not normal and it wasn’t what he had expected at all when he had imagined taking your virginity. So, he touched your clit hoping it would help you relax but it didn’t. It was as if you could only focus on the pain.“ Shall we stop?” He asked“ No!” You cried out quickly, begging him to stay as you felt him slightly pull out. You didn’t want to stop. Not now that you were so close. “Please no.” He sighed. He couldn’t stand seeing you like that. “I’m gonna relax. Really. Give me just a minute and…”

He cut you short with an unexpected kiss. He hadn’t kissed you in years. Actually he hadn’t kissed you since that day when you had both shared your catastrophic first kiss in Ma Gunn’s old cellar. It was weird, feeling his lips on yours again. It was weird but undoubtedly pleasant. They were softer than in your memories. He was actually softer than in your memories. He was not the wild rushed little boy anymore or maybe was he and he was just holding back for you. You let yourself enjoy that kiss and responded by pressing your lips against his in return to deepen it. You even tickle his with your tongue to ask him if you could do the thing he had badly done years ago. It made him chuckle as he remembered his past clumsiness as well and opened his mouth to caress your tongue with his. “It is way better than in my memory.”“ I was about to say the same thing.” And you kissed again and again and the delicate softness turned into a burning passion. This passion invaded you and you forgot the pain between your legs for an instant. You only remembered it when Jason finally slid entirely inside of you. You gasped and held on to his back. The pain had been rather vivid and had paralyzed you as if you had been thunder struck but you could feel it fading little by little as time was passing. Jason stayed still for a while, his body against yours, his lips kissing your neck, waiting for you to tell him to continue and to accustom to his size. When you finally kissed his shoulder he straightened up a bit and gazed at you. He had never looked at you like that.“ You’re good?” “ Yeah.” You gulped slightly and adjusted yourself beneath him. “ Don’t forget. You tell me when you want me to stop.”

You nodded and he started moving slowly in you. The first moves left you breathless and you closed your eyes to focus on something else than the pain. Hopefully for you, Jason was very sweet and soft and definitely far from selfish. You were actually sure he was taking no real pleasure in what he was doing right now.

The pain didn’t really last and soon you started feeling a pain-mixed pleasure building inside of you. It made you moan. “Jay.” It delighted Jason who instantly smiled.“ You like it?” He dared ask. “ Yes.” You mumbled between two moans. “Go a bit quicker, please” He smirked and quickened his pace little by little to see how much you could take.

Turned out you could take a lot judging by how strong his thrusts were right now. He was sweating and panting, enjoying you and your body like a drug addict would enjoy his meth. “Fuck, Y/N” He growled.“ Jason.” You said like an echo. “ You have no idea how good you are, baby.” He managed to say as he kept pounding you. “ You’re so tight and wet.” His low voice sent shivers in your entire body and you moaned louder than before. “Man, you do like when I talk dirty.”“ You have no idea.” You admitted. “ Do you want to change position?” He said as he suddenly stopped. “Sure.” He pulled out of you and asked you to go on all four. You did as he said and you felt him brush your entrance like the first time. He grinded against you for a few seconds and then he finally penetrated you again, this time more easily than the first time, even though it made you grit your teeth again.

Feeling how deep he was took your breath away a couple of times when he started thrusting in and out of you again. “Damn, Jason.” You cried out in the pillow. “ Too deep, doll?” He asked worried. You shook your head even if yes he was. But you wanted him to have a great time. “No, keep going.” He did as you told and grabbed your hips to keep you in place. His thrusts were rather frantic and you could feel his balls slapping occasionally your clit. He was rough but you were sure he was holding back. “Harder.” You begged. “ You’re sure?” He frowned, definitely surprised by your request. “ Yes. Fuck me harder.” You mewled as you put your fingers on your clit to massage it. “ Y/N. I’m not fucking you.”

You gasped and looked over your shoulder to look at him. You smiled, thankful that he was so perfect and so caring. “And now it’s about you, not about me.” You didn’t deserve him.

He made you lie down on your stomach and lied on you back still you. One small kiss on your shoulder and he was moving again in and out of you, in a languorous slow pleasant way. “It’s very nice.” You confessed. “ Good. I’m glad.” He grinned and, without stopping, kissed your cheek but you caught his lips instead. His eyes widened a bit, definitely surprised, but he ended deepening your kiss despite it and as he did he put his fingers on your clit to rub it on. “I want you to cum, doll.” You moaned and let yourself go to his expert touch. Soon you felt cloud nine getting closer. You buried your face in the pillow and cried out when you felt all the pleasure exploding in your body. “Jason. Aaaah” You clenched you walls and felt your juices spreading around Jason’s cock. “That’s it.” Jason said to encourage you. Your muscles tensed as well. Oh my god, what a divine sensation. You sank immediately into the mattress after that. You were like on a soft fluffy cloud. So relaxed. It was amazing.

Jason pulled out of you, kissed your back and lied down next to you. You looked at him, unable to move and terribly exhausted. He was smiling. “ No regrets?” “ No” You whispered. “Except that I wish you would have cum as well” “ Oh, you know I might need another service soon.” He joked. “ I guess I’ll be glad to help.”

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