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paradiseprincesss · 13 days

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Omg hi!!! I absolutely LOVED espresso it's so cute!! Would you be open to doing some major fluff with Jim (delinquent season)? Thanks so much!!!!

CPR - jim (delinquent season) x reader

hello lovely anon! THANK YOU! that means so much to me i appreciate your kind words! and yes, of course, we love love LOVE jim over here - he is criminally underrated. he's dreamy.

summary: after a shitty, messy, and rough divorce, jim is hesitant to love again - but he falls for a younger woman who changes his mind, and teaches him how to love again.

warnings: so there is a large age gap (everyone is of legal age, jim is in his mid forties, reader is just described as 'in college,' so take that how you will), kissing, swearing, divorce, jim's employed as a professor but the reader isn't his student! other than that, no warnings just fluff lol

we don't chose who we fall in love with - at least, that's what jim always thought, and that's what he told himself.

jim never pictured himself to be the type of guy to date a younger woman, he always thought it was a little strange actually because what would someone his age have in common with someone roughly 20 years younger than him?

well, more than he thought.

he didn't intend on falling in love with you. he just...did. jim met you through a friend of his, weirdly enough. he had just finalized his divorce with his ex-wife, which was messy and screwed his perception of love up quite a bit - anyone would feel that way after finding out that their spouse of over a decade was having an affair.

so yeah, jim had some issues revolving around love.

with that being said, when an old college buddy of his (who he talked to a few times a year at most through facebook or text, and occasionally over the phone) had rung him up about how he had moved back to ireland and was having some old friends over for dinner just for old times sake, he figured sure, he'd go since he had nothing better to do.

fast forward to a week later, he showed up in his usual attire - casual slacks and sweater - and was greeted by a handful of his old college friends. jim couldn't lie - it was nostalgic, and frankly, kind of refreshing to be out socializing and living life again after his divorce. it had been a good 6 months since the divorce, and he was honestly feeling good for once.

"jim, hey!" his old college roommate, dan, greeted him at the door. "come on in, we're just having some beers in the living room, the games gonna be on soon."

the night went well, jim got to catch up with his old buddies from his college days, and they spent the evening drinking beers and fussing over the game on tv.

"so, i heard 'bout the ex-wife. hey, i'm sorry, man." another old acquaintance of his, ryan, had said to him.

jim laughed lightly, "s'alright. shit happens, i guess." to which all the other men just murmured and agreed with.

the conversations flowed well, and honestly - it felt good to rant about his ex-wife with some old buddies, and openly talk about his divorce like this - what she did was fucked up. he felt like he needed to and should be able to vent, too.

as the men were busy shouting at the tv, beers in hand, a softer voice called out, "dad?" and jim's buddy dan looked over his shoulder to see his daughter, standing in the doorway of the living room with a small smile.

jim looked away from the game momentarily, out of curiosity - and good god did his heart stop when he did. he was aware that dan had a daughter in college and he knew of her name, but he didn't realize how beautiful she was. the two of them locked eyes for a split second, and he looked away slightly embarrassed.

he didn't really know why he was embarrassed, it's not like he was doing anything shameful or wrong - but finding your friends daughter who was still a college student when he was in his forties was definitely wrong in a sense, well- to a certain degree.

"oh, hey sweetie, i didn't even realize you were still up." dan says to his daughter.

"it's only..." you pause, checking your phone, "half past eight, dad. plus, i'm stuck on this stupid essay my professor assigned to us yesterday." you laugh softly - lightheartedly, and jim felt his heart skip a few beats.

"oh, that's no good," dan says, "jim's a professor, i'm sure he won't mind if you asked him a few questions - maybe he can help you." your dad shrugs, looking at jim and then focusing back on the game.

you blush slightly, and you knew your dad was just being friendly and trying to be helpful - but suggesting you get his older (and really attractive!) friend who just so happened to be a professor to help you with your essay seemed...well, it was like one of those storylines you'd see in a movie, or a book...or something.

"um, dad, i'm sure jim doesn't want to step away from watching the game to help with homework-" you start to say, but in a moment of confidence (and a little alcohol), jim cut you off with a gentle tone.

"no- no, it's no worries, really. i was going to get up and grab another pint anyways." he says, getting up to go to the kitchen. you just walk with him into the kitchen, somewhat at a loss for words.

you get a better look at him under the dimmed kitchen lights, and you could already feel yourself getting nervous in his presence. you never found any of your dads friends attractive before - but jim, well, he was different.

the salt and pepper hair was...really hot. and god, those eyes. those glacier coloured eyes; you barely had a chance to even meet the man and somehow he had you in a chokehold before you spoke more than just a few sentences to each other.

"so," he broke the silence, "watcha studying?"

you quietly told him what you were majoring in, and he nodded, smiling at you softly, "well, i don't teach that particular subject or major - but i'll try and help you out regardless."

you retuned the small smile, "y-yeah, okay. cool."

for the next hour or so, the two of you sat closely next to one another at the dining table, your textbooks and papers sprawled out in front of you, with the doc you were writing open on your laptop. he helped you structure your essay and the two of you were about 80% done with it - that was until he requested that you turn back the page of your textbook.

"wait, go back to page 116 i think it says something about that at the bottom of the page." he tells you, reaching out to turn the pages back in the textbook. however, you also reached to turn the page back - causing the both of your hands to touch, to swiftly brush against each other.

with a small blush, you quickly pull back, still nervous. "sorry."

he laughs softly, shaking his head, "no need to be sorry."

taking a deep breath, you respond, "sorry- sorry, i keep saying sorry-"

"you okay?" he offers a gentle smile, and you felt your heart start racing a million miles per minute. you weren't one to get easily flustered like this - you never got this nervous, certainly not around guys your own age, at least.

jim didn't know why - but he felt the same way. however, he tried to play it cool. he had been on a few dates with a few different women here and there post divorce, but all of them were dead ends. however, with you, it almost felt like he had known you for a lifetime even though he had only just met you.

"yeah, just..." you trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words again. he looked at you with an expression that you couldn't quite read, and his gaze flickered to your lips - then back to your face. "just what?" he whispers to you, and you felt yourself drowning in his impossibly blue eyes.

suddenly, you felt his gentle hand on your thigh, and your breath hitched as he whispered to you again. "just what?"

"just kiss me." you whisper back, and with that, his hands were gently coming up to cup your face, and he kissed you softly.

you'd never kissed someone so much older than you before, and the thought of it made your head dizzy. after a moment, the both of you pulled away from the kiss, but his hand remained on your face.

"is it...is it strange if i ask you if i could take you out to dinner sometime?" he asks quietly, and you felt your cheeks heat up at the question.

"not at all, i'd love that." you smile at him.

again, falling in love wasn't part of the plan, but jim didn't really have a choice when it came to you. it just happened so naturally.

"sweetheart?' you hear his voice call out softly and the sound of the door closing, and you turn around to see him coming home from work - god, you loved when he wore his little sweaters with the sleeves rolled up half way - it really got you going.

"baby, hi." you greet him softly, bundled up in a blanket on the couch of his living room. "how was work?"

he slumps down beside you, pulling you into him softly with a sigh, kissing the top of your head. "it was alright, finished teaching my lecture earlier than expected so that was good." he tells you, voice gentle and tone loving.

"mm, well i'm glad to have you home early." you tell him sweetly, pulling him into a chaste kiss.

"what would you like for dinner, sweetheart?" he asks you, and you shrug, "jim, you worked all day, you don't have to make dinner it's fine." to which he shook his head and insisted, "how about some pasta?"

"jim," you whine softly, "you're so cute, i love you."

"i love you too, honey." he says, kissing you again.

after the date you two had, things just seemed to flow effortlessly. you'd never been with an older man before - and he was so very attentive to your every need, every want, every boundary you had - he took things slow with you, never ever pressuring you into anything.

now, six months later, you and jim had been dating for a few months, while you were still adjusting to dating someone roughly 20 years your senior - it was something you wouldn't change.

jim felt the same way - things were different with you. being with a younger woman was fun, it was new. you taught him things as much as he taught you things. with his ex-wife, there was no trust. no real love. no meaning to life, even though the two of them had kids together, it didn't change the fact that he always felt like he was married to someone he didn't know - a stranger.

you weren't a stranger, though - no, you were quite the opposite to him. you made him feel at home, you were his home. he often found himself wondering where he'd be if you weren't by his side. probably gone, he thinks.

after dinner and a steamy shower together, the two of you laid in his bed together, your head on his chest and his arms holding you in a warm embrace.

"...i want you to meet my kids." he suddenly tells you, and you turn your head to look up at him with love in your eyes, "yeah?" you whisper, causing him to whisper back a quiet "yeah" back to you.

he softly takes your hand and intertwines it with his own, a content sigh leaving his lips. "would you ever want to get married again?" you ask quietly - not even sure why you felt the sudden urge to ask that, but you did anyway.

he was quiet for a moment.

jim never thought he would re-marry, in fact, he didn't even think he'd ever find someone that he would want to marry after his ex-wife. but that was before he found you.

"i wouldn't ask you to meet my kids if i didn't plan on marrying you." he finally says, pulling you even closer. your breath hitched when he confessed that, and you felt yourself blushing a little too. "you mean that?" you ask him, to which he squeezed your hand.

"you made me love again - i sound corny, but i'm dead serious. i was at the end, then you came into my life... you made me feel like there was life worth living."

"oh, jim," you whisper, a little breathless at his continuous admissions about how much he loved you, "you're my everything."

he looked at you with admiration, and smiled softly at you. you were his everything, too. he often wondered if you knew that. if you knew how much he adored you. in a world where he felt like nobody understood him - you did. you were the only one he ever confided in.

your love fixed all his pain, your love fixed his heart - and you didn't even know. you didn't even know how much you were fixing a heart that you didn't break.

he felt like he was revived in a sense - brought back to life from the dead. brought back from his inevitable death of a marriage that had minced his heart. but now, things were different because he had you.

and you - you were the only thing that could jumpstart his flatlining heart again - like CPR.

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hanawrites404 · 5 months

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So @pinguwrites mentioned about the backstories of Cillianverse characters and I am gonna give some of my insight on them lol.

Also, disclaimer. In this post I'm only gonna include the characters whose movies I have completed. But as I see more movies, I'll add their characters in the next post like this. I won't include Jonathan Crane (because I strongly stick to the backstory that DC comics has provided) and Oppenheimer (it's obvious why).

Now that I have established this, let's gets started ✨

Neil Lewis

Watching The Detectives

Neil was born in a family containing a single soccer mum and a big sister who is at least seven years older than him. Neil was shy as a toddler but would be very invested into something once you give him a chance.

He didn't change much when he got to his school days. He had his fair share of friends and answered in the class like an average student. But what was special about him was that he had the most unique stories. When it came to show and tell or small story writing, no one could beat Neil in terms of creativity (but somehow he never got a prize because his grammar used to be horrible).

At highschool, he was definitely a target for bullying, but luckily his friends always defended him. I believe he met Lucien and Jonathan during highschool too. Neil was a comic + movie nerd and he would randomly start to speak out facts about it whenever he finds someone to talk to, and many didn't appreciate that so he was also sort of an outcast. But he didn't mind that because he had his small circle of friends.

Neil was again, average in his studies. But he was such a theatre kid. He never got the main role but he used to steal the show, even if this mf is acting as a tree. He was THAT talented. He has also participated in sports events but ends up chickening out in most of it. Until one day he practised hard with his sister for a match against the rival school and 'accidentally' won his school the baseball trophy. Neil's mom has a photo of him crying with a red face and holding the well-deserved trophy high in his arms. We love our crybaby.

Neil graduated from high school and went into a decent university where he took film studies as his major, despite his mom and sister wanting him to join something that would make him 'rich and popular' like sports or music.

College Neil was an absolute blast. He had his own style, and he had a second-hand guitar from one of his seniors. He used to drive his sister's old motorcycle to college and he also learnt driving a car from her. Neil met Denise during his final year and after graduation, Neil with help of his sister and his friends opened the famous Gumshoe video store.

Jackson Rippner

Red Eye

Okay, for this. I really want to thank @/pinguwrites Jackson Rippner bot. It literally provided a very cool backstory that makes so much sense for someone like our thin-eyebrowed assassin. So I'm gonna copy paste some of it here + add some lines of my own.

Jack's parents were drug addicts and he used to live in a slum filled with junkies and small-scale criminals where no one had any honor or sympathy for one another. So the neighbourhood was always filthy and toxic. He has seen murders and robberies at such a young age. And poor boy had no choice but to learn how to fight and protect himself.

Things only got worse as he grew older. He had to join a gang because a child living alone in slums was as a good as dead. The gang would provide him food, clothes and shelter in exchange of stealing, killing and burning houses. He hated everything he did but he had to do it for surviving.

After years of being a criminal for his whole teenhood, he decided to quit it and do something good for once. So he joined the military. But nothing was good there either. With strict routine and rules, and the other recruits bullying him for his past. He used to get into a lot of fights with his peers and he had developed quite a temper there.

Everywhere was war and destruction. Never once that he was spared from witnessing violence and gore that Jack had gone numb from all of it. From feeling disgust and anger, he now loves watching people suffer, especially if he is causing their pain.

He left the military to start everything again, but he couldn't get any ordinary job because he didn't have any formal education. However, he was noticed by a secret association of assassins and contract killers. The agency took Jack in and taught him all and everything which is needed to become a spy.

Also, I highly believe Jackson Rippner is not even his real name. It would be something else that his parents used to call him but he would rather have someone use his alias than his birth name (it brings bad memories).

Jim

28 Days Later

Jim didn't have anything crazy going on with him (at least before the apocalypse lol). He has had a loving family who supported him throughout his life. But what's mysterious and wierd about him is that he was an ordinary bicycle courier man, *yet* he managed to sabotage what, 10-12 soldiers single-handedly?! That ain't male hormones dude, that's something else 😭

So, I at least think that he used to do something more before becoming a delivery man. Perhaps something like a sports player, or a security guard of some complex or maybe he was still a courier man! But of more heavier objects like crates of fruits or something. But one thing is for sure is that he was a guy who would rather do odd jobs than a 9-5.

Also, canonically the director of the movie has described him to be a soft-looking man with a body strong as an iron, and that's so real y'all. Jim throughout the movie was underestimated until the end where he ended up becoming the hero of the whole show. And you know what, we love that.

Also, I don't think he ever had a girlfriend before. And Jim gives strong virgin vibes yet knows where the clit is.

Jim

The Delinquent Season

Jim was a simple boy. He also didn't have much crazy going on with his childhood too. He was quite a smart student and a straight-A kid. His parents were strict regarding his grades and behaviour but they raised him normally. He had his fair share of playing around, partying etc. But nothing hardcore, and Jim doesn't like it that way anyway.

He got into a reputed college away from home and must have studied something sophisticated like law or psychology. Jim in college only focused on his studies and didn't have many friends. He was quiet and light academia student who spent most of his time in library or alone in his desk at his dorm. He calls his parents once a week and that was it.

He has worked from home since the start and met Danielle after two years. Then a year after he married her and had kids.

Raymond Leon

In Time

Ray is almost similar to Jackson in this case. He was born in timezone 12, also known as the ghetto. Where one minute is like a year for the people who live there. Ray's parents worked at the factory and had died quite early in his life due to a hazard that occured in their workplace. So he was adopted by his uncle who ran a pawn shop. He was a great role model and a second father to Ray. His uncle's dream was to see the world outside timezone 12. And naturally, Ray took on that.

He helped his uncle to run the shop and he used to venture out and doing odd jobs to bring some time. He also learnt how to do trade and gamble as it was one of the main sources of income in timezone 12. Ray was given basic education by his uncle and other skills such as cooking, driving. His uncle had made Ray into a fine and independent man, and for his 25th birthday, his uncle gave him a handgun.

Until one day when Ray was coming back from his work, he finds his uncle dead and bleeding on the floor. Not only his hard-earned time was stolen, the thieves had stabbed him in the chest five times. Ray was devastated and mourned for his only guardian's death. He blamed himself for not being there for him when he needed him the most. But what burnt inside him more was anger and revenge.

With all the skills he had gained while being under his uncle, he was able to track down the thieves. They were not some ordinary robbers but an infamous gang who like to steal from people with a lot of time. He has seen them in the gambling bars many times and it was time to end their reign. Ray had managed to outsmart and kill everyone in the group. He genuinely felt disgusted but also satisfied murdering them.

A few days later, Ray was approached by the head of the Timekeepers who had tracked him. They detected time being lost but not stolen. Ray had not stolen even one second after killing the group. It made the timekeeper intrigued by the young man. Ray was offered to work under him, and that's how Ray got out of the timezone 12 forever.

Robert Capa

Sunshine

The sun god™ himself. Our beloved Robert was a prodigy in science. Since his childhood, he had always wanted to see a proper sunrise from the horizon of Sydney. He helped his family with the winter while also planning out ways that he can bring out sunny days like it used to.

His room was filled with posters of Icarus I and its crew members. He wanted to be like them but also didn't want to be like them. He wanted to be the reason humanity would feel pure sunshine on their skin but he also didn't want to fail and just disappear when they were *this* close to revive the sun. He opted physics as his passion and had dreams of how earth used to be before it went into the phase of eternal winter.

During his training for venturing into space and fulfilling their mission, Robert was quite determined too. He got acquainted with the rest of the crew members but he usually kept everything to himself. He was only focused on bringing the sun back and returning to see his parents and sister.

I also think Robert has synesthesia. He has a vivid imagination and can sense colours and sounds at the same time. That would really explain his last scene.

Anyways, that's all for my rant. Thank you for listening. Part 2 will come soon once I have watched enough movies.

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darlingsfandom · 6 months

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Jim from the delinquent season wants to have outdoor sex and you both get caught (like in the film😂)

"Hi Jim!" You waved eagerly at your neighbor as he came out to check the mail.

"Hi Y/N!" He waved back only to stop for a second because he realized he was actually looking at you and you were standing there in a low cut tank top and shorts that left no room for imagination.

"It's been a minute, how have you been?" You asked as you walked up to him.

"Oh you know, the usual... work, kids, wife... adult stuff." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sounds ... not fun!" You nodded along and bit your lip as you found self standing toe to toe with him.

"It's not..." he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours gently until it quickly got heavy.

"Fuck me Jim!" You pulled him closer to you and he didn't give it a second thought. He grabbed your hand and took you into the back yard by the fence that connected your yards. His hands ran up your shirt and massaged your breasts heavily making you moan into his kiss.

"Anything you want baby, anything ." Jim pushed you up against the fence as he started kissing your neck while he pulled on your nipples. You exposed more of your neck to him while his freehand pull your shorts down around your ankles while you unzipped his pants to rub his bulge.

"I need you Jim! It's been too long since you've fucked me!" He shoved his pants down quickly before he lined up the head of his cock and pushed inside you slowly. Your face scrunched a little because Jim had a big dick.

"Are you okay?" He cupped your face and kissed you as his hips slowly rolled into you.

"Yes please fuck me!" You moaned into his lips as he bottomed out in you. Jim fucked you up against the fence as he buried his face into your neck and bit down making sure to leave a mark. "Oh Jim ! Just like that daddy!" You moaned softly as he rolled his hips faster into you making you hold onto his arms.

"WHAT THE FUCK JIM?" His wife yelled as he was balls deep in you against the fence. Jim quickly pulled away from you as she stood there upset.

"It's not what it looks like !" He yelled out as you rolled your eyes at him.

"Really?? Because it looks like your fucking our neighbor who's young enough to be our daughter!" You giggled a little . "And what's so funny to you!!"

You stood up straight. "You think you're so great to Jim and so devoted , cut the shit... everyone in town knows you're cheating on him too. You just haven't been caught or at least you think!" You clicked your tongue at her before looking over your shoulder at Jim who stood there in shock with a hard on.

"And you, you can cum over when you want.... daddy!" You gave him a kiss on the cheek and made your way back into your house leaving the two of them outside stunned .

#cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x fem!reader #cillian murphy blurb #Cillian Murphy smut #Jim the delinquent season #the delinquent season #emsblurbs

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graveyard-stray · 3 months

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What yall feeling for the next Cillian fic….

#cillian murphy x reader #tommy shelby x reader #cillian murphy #smut week!!#smut #inception #robert fischer #jim the delinquent season #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #Batman #Cillian #tommy shelby

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pictureinme · 9 months

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kinktober '23

first time i've ever done something like this, so forgive me if it isn't up to par! (very much ib @floralcyanide)

ao3 | main master-list

i. strap-ons - patricia 'kitten' braden ii. hate sex - jackson rippner iii. roleplay - robert fischer iiiv. collaring - paul sunday v. praise/degradation - burt fabelman vi. sex toys - agent donald buchanan vii. overstimulation - jonathan crane viii. virginity - eli sunday ix. dry humping - neil lewis x. bondage - jay (okja) xi. fear play - jonathan crane xii. semi-public - neil lewis xiii. high sex - vw guy (taking woodstock) xiv. sex tape - edward 'riddler' nashton xv. impact play - thomas shelby xvi. body worship - louis ives xvii. cum play - joby taylor xviii. wax play - jackson rippner xix. daddy - burt fabelman xx. lingerie - patricia 'kitten' braden xxi. free use - calvin weir-fields xxii. voyeurism - edward 'riddler' nashton xxiii. panties - seth (looper) xxiv. mutual masturbation - jim (the delinquent season) xxv. dacryphilia - eli sunday

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strxngewitch02 · 9 months

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS

PAIRING : JIM X FEM!READER ( DELINQUENT SEASON )

song : illicit affairs by taylor swift.

WORD COUNT : 8.3K

SUMMARY : You were friends with Jim but slowly you began to have a crush on him which became more than you could bear as he was already married but that didn’t stop the both of you.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+) ! ANGST, JIM BEING SOFT, FINGERING, P IN V, NO PROTECTION, PRAISE KINK, AFFAIR, CURSING.

IT’S HONESTLY NOT THAT BAD. ( STILL HOT THO )

♱

You messed up.

That’s it. You messed up.

You allowed yourself to be carried away and swept up within the moment that wasn’t even supposed to happen. if it weren’t for the way he was gazing at you with his piercing yet mesmerizing pale blue hues or maybe the way he grazed you with his finger tips that sent small sparks throughout your body then maybe just maybe you wouldn’t have ended up bare in the sheets with the man who was already married..

Married to another woman..

The worst part out of all of this, is that you knew he was married. The fact that you knew and you allowed it to happen. You have every right to feel revolted with yourself right now. If the universe or god or any great entity that controlled this vast universe it definitely knows how much you loathe yourself right now. You needed to slow down and think about how this even happened.

You lived in a Suburban neighborhood– in Dublin, east coast of Ireland. A single mother with a beautiful nine year old daughter named Mary, a journalist for your own advice column and a part time Pilates trainer at a studio that your sister owned. As far as you knew, your life was normal. Between spending time with your daughter and your jobs, your schedule flowed perfectly together. You would be able to drop Mary off in the morning for school, teach class later on in the morning and you would be able to go home during the day to work on your advice column before picking Mary up from school, then the cycle repeats unless otherwise.

You’ve always been on your own. Having a daughter and two jobs, your love life was a punchline of a lame joke. In case you are wondering about Mary’s father, that’s a whole other story of its own, let’s just say he was completely out of the picture.

You would be lying if you told someone that it didn’t feel lonely sometimes. It was lonely, it was incredibly lonely; of course you’ve made multiple attempts to at least go out on a few dates and have a nightstand if you were lucky enough but most of the time those don’t even work out.

And It’s not because you weren’t attractive, no it was quite the opposite. In fact, you were quite beautiful– which was ironic for you because when you were younger your father called you the ugly duckling between you and your sister but then you prospered into a beautiful swan as you grew older. Like any normal person you still have your insecurities (no thanks to dad) yet overall you felt secure with yourself.

Clearly, your beauty wasn't the reason why your love life was shriveling away like a dried up raisin. It was the fact that you were picky, and you knew your heart wouldn’t always be completely in it. You weren’t that kind of person to simply have one night stands– but you admire those who do without forming any kind of connection that wasn’t only based on physical attraction.

You’ve tried and even though it felt good to have that void in your chest to be filled in that moment, the lingering feeling of desolation and melancholy always crawls its way back in. It wasn’t good for your mental health and it wasn’t good for your daughter. So you were only left with your jobs and your delusions of a love life to suddenly appear. But you knew deep down that Mary deserved a good father figure while she’s still young and you shouldn’t put so much hope into your fantasies.

Mary was a sweet girl, too sweet for her own good– she has a beautiful mix of your features and her father’s. The features that she shared from her father never bothered you either as you knew it wasn’t her fault that she was placed here on this earth because you didn’t wrap it until you tapped it. Of course, you and Mary’s relationship wasn’t always perfect but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You love her regardless– with all of your heart. Mary was the ray of sunshine you had in your life and you were more than happy to be her mother.

Knowing how kindhearted and smart your daughter was, she had many friends in her school. Even during teacher and parent conferences you’ve always been told many times how she loved helping the other kids, and the only times she would get in trouble was due to how talkative she was and you didn’t think it was a problem either.

And that’s how you met him.

It was a gray and cloudy weekday, as you got off the phone with Mary’s teacher claiming that it was after school and Mary was waiting for you. Accidently getting caught up with your advice catalog time went by over your head without even realizing and now your child is sitting in the school alone and you knew she was going to be a little..not little definitely upset with you.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Curses and all other kinds of profanities spilled from your lips as you frantically slipped on your mini cotton black trench coat. Your foot practically kicked down your front door before running like a trackstar to your car. Fortunately you didn’t live too far from the school and, without getting caught speeding past red lights, you managed to arrive at school where your daughter was currently waiting at.

Your hasty footsteps echoed throughout the hallways of the school as you moved through with only one destination in mind, which was your child’s classroom. Once you were close to the classroom where Mary was, you halted in your footsteps as you watched Mary leave the classroom with two other kids, a boy and a girl and then a man. A man that you knew well wasn't Mary’s teacher so you assumed that it must be the other children’s father.

Furrowing your slightly together you couldn’t help but to feel a little confused but relieved that at least you weren’t the only parent that wasn’t perfect. But it also did make you feel a bit skeptical as it is why a random man would be with kids and your only daughter.

“Mary!” You called out to her, your tone airy yet smooth which caught the attention of your daughter and the man. Immediately, your mind stopped racing and your heart leaped from your chest as his entrancing stunning ocean eyes met yours. It was as if his eyes had some deep hidden meaning behind them, it almost made you feel a little intimidated– how tired yet pierce his eyes were. His figure was lean but the broadness of his chest also stood out, along with his dark but slightly graying tresses, his sharp jawline, high cheekbones, his plump yet light pink lips, and smooth yet freckled fair skin…

Pretty.. You thought.

But as quickly as you fell in a captivated daze you quickly pulled yourself out of it the same way, you knew well that you were attracted to this man but considering how he was here and with kids– you can assume he is married or hope he wasn’t a random stranger.

“Mom!” You hear Mary call out happily as she walks towards you. A wholehearted smile took over your lips as you lovingly gazed down at her, allowing your hand to gently caress her back pulling her to your side. Thank god that she wasn’t upset with you. “I am so sorry, babygirl, I lost track of time.” You said softly as you felt Mary raise her head up to look at you. “It’s okay, I was with them.” she responded looking over at the alluring man and his kids who were in fact walking in your direction.

With each step he took you could feel your heart pound in your chest as he was now approaching you, his hands stuffed in his dark blue puffy jacket along with his kids who followed behind him and soon had their own conversation with Mary.

The man only gave you an awkward half smile as his gaze never left your form, you can tell that he was definitely on the reserved side. “Hi, you’re their father?” You asked giving him a little smile in return, then you couldn’t help but to mentally slap yourself a little bit with the question as you noticed in fact the boy and girl that were talking to Mary did in fact look like him. You watched as the man blinked in confusion for a moment, being thrown off by your question– you could feel the conversation instantly dying before it even started.

A dry airy chuckle left your lips as you felt yourself cringe, “I-I’m sorry, stupid question– I was just..” before you could finish your sentence you heard a deep chuckle coming from him stopping you from rambling. “No, No it’s fine.” He says softly, shaking his head for a second with the same ghostly smile. “I get it, I would wonder the same thing if a random man would be standing with my kids too, it would be really weird..” he paused for a moment before continuing, “I-uh, I was also late picking up my kids so yeah..” He briefly elaborated as you felt yourself relax as another gentle relieved chuckle left your lips, watching him. His voice was smooth and sonorous, it sent unwavering shivers throughout your body. Just by looking at him– he had a lingering forlorn yet cryptic aura surrounding him and it was reeling you in like a moth to a light. You hoped you didn’t look too obvious.

“I totally get you, I was just caught up with work that I didn’t realize that time flew by, you know?” You smiled warmly and for a moment you thought you saw him falter.

“I’m Y/N.”

You watched as his little timid faint grin formed into a genuine smile. It was as if air was caught in your throat, your heart fluttered at the sight of his smile. You felt proud of yourself that you managed to make him smile.

“Jim..Nice to meet you.” He introduced himself politely as he extended his hand towards you which you did your best not to look eager to grab and shook his hand in a little handshake. You immediately caught the golden band on his finger indicating he was indeed vowed to someone else. You couldn’t help but not be able to suppress the disappointment that flooded through your body. He had a wife and kids.The forced mentality of ‘it is what it is’ came into mind. And the attraction you had for Jim will most likely be temporary.

Unfortunately, the kids manage to break the tension between you, asking if they can walk together. You and Jim didn’t mind as you all walked out of the school together. You managed to hold a longer conversation with him, taking the opportunity to get to know him better.

Jim was definitely a man with a few words, and was more listening to you than you listening to him but he still present with you in the conversation. You both share a mutual affection for your kids, and you both worked at home– it was nice to share similarities with someone, to you it always made you feel like you were understood better, and you hoped he felt the same way. Although it's not uncommon to understand another parent- but between you and Jim you both just want to get through the day.

Luckily, It wasn’t just you that genuinely enjoyed his company as he offered to exchange numbers before parting ways. As this began to possibly be the start of a beautiful friendship for you.

You knew you were going to see him again soon, maybe for the rest of the following week. And you were right, when you picked up Mary on time for the rest of the week you would sometimes see Jim walk out with his kids. You two would exchange waves and polite smiles then carry on. Despite exchanging numbers neither of you made the first move to send a text first. You felt a little disappointed but you knew that maybe it was for the best and you shouldn’t look for some sort of connection that wasn’t there in the first place, let alone a text.

Jim has a wife. That is that — you two are also just acquaintances, and your kids are friends. That is all. Yet, that didn’t stop your thoughts always trailing back to him– and you began to feel a little angry with yourself for it. Were you truly so lonely to be thinking about a man you only had spoken once?

What is wrong with you?

Get over this crush already.

This would go on until the end of the week on a Friday, just as you and your daughter got home from school, a gentle ding emitted from your pocket. Stepping into the house, closing the door behind you, you took out your phone. You didn’t get to see who texted you as you heard Mary’s loud footsteps run off to the kitchen leaving her jacket on the floor along with her book bag..

“Mom, I am going to have a cookie!” she said loudly before you could respond you already heard the cabinet shut. Shaking your head you released an exasperated sigh, “Mary, please pick up after yourself! And don’t eat all of them!” You responded raising your voice a little bit while locking the door behind you.

Another ding went off on your phone once more adding waves to your annoyance. Who was trying to contact you? A gentle frown painted over your lips as your hand reached into the buttpocket of your jeans to grab your phone to see that you got a message from an unknown number.

Hey, It’s the random man from school.

Kidding, it’s me Jim.

You felt your heart stop beating in your chest for a split moment as you vacantly stared down at the gray text bubbles that were on your little phone screen. You felt many waves of emotions crash down on you– denial, shock, guilt, and then excitement. Gradually a ghostly smile was painted on your lips replacing the gentle frown that was present a few moments ago, just when you began to accept that nothing was going to happen.

It was funnily convenient.

You didn’t gloss over the fact that he remembered your conversation when you guys first spoke to each other as you felt your heart skip a beat once more.

Had he been thinking about you as well?

You can still be wrong that maybe he just wanted to ask you something about school or your kids and that would still be fine. This was nothing, harmless– this wouldn’t escalate to anything more. Just keep it short and simple.

After a few minutes of typing and deleting your message multiple times to think how you should respond due to your mixed emotions of anxiety and excitement— you finally responded to him.

Hi, Jim! Lol. How are you?

You had no idea that after sending back that one message, you guys would be texting for the rest of that day.

♱

It is strange how someone can go from being a stranger to a good friend to someone you ended up falling for. You knew it was a bad idea the minute you laid your eyes on him and somehow like a black hole Jim effortlessly sucked you in. Ever since the first text he had sent you, you guys began to talk everyday; through texts, and eventually calls. It only has been a few weeks since you guys first met.

You even discovered that he only lived a few blocks away from you which resulted in a lot of Mary having playdates with his daughter. This became a normal thing, almost every Friday Mary would have these playdates. The first time when he was at your house it was a bit awkward since you were used to only talking to him over text or calls but with a cup of coffee you both relaxed and talked how you guys normally do in the dining room while the girls would be hanging out in Mary’s room.

It also didn’t help how being around his calming presence made you feel so comfortable, made you feel like you could tell him anything and he would just listen to you.

You often wondered if his wife knew about your friendship with him, or if she even knew about you at all. She probably does since her daughter occasionally hangs out with Mary almost every Friday, you knew you shouldn’t even be thinking about those kinds of things.

Everything felt good, way too good. And with your luck you knew when things feel way too good, that means things were going to take a painful turn.

Sitting criss cross on your living room couch alone in the house on a Tuesday afternoon, you were on the phone with Jim. As usual with a dumb happy grin on your face you guys talked and it ended up with him assisting you with your advice column on your laptop.

“A twenty year old girl in college got heartbroken by her boyfriend she dated since childhood because he cheated on her and she wants to go back and talk to him but she knows it’s wrong. What should she do?” You asked as the grin never wavered from your lips.

“Maybe go to more parties and get wasted and she’ll find another guy by the end of the second semester?” You jokingly snickered as you leaned back against the couch, your muscles easing into the cushions. Hearing Jim’s light chuckle on the other line of the phone.

“God no. What kind of fucking advice is that?” Jim asked playfully, still chuckling softly, you could feel your heart flutter at the sound that came from him.

“Okay, Okay, fine– I am not going to say that. But she is only twenty and she has so many other things to worry about other than a boy. Like her possible career and her friends and her future! And she should try and focus on that instead.” You exclaimed.

“That is much better. Way better than the last answer.” Jim responded, causing you to laugh softly, shaking your head slightly as your gaze stared down at your laptop, your fingers gently pressing on the letters on your keyboard, typing up your answer.

“Alright done, give this a listen.”

“Shoot.”

You cleared your throat a little bit as you began to read. “You lost someone important to you, and how you feel is completely valid. But you have to feel your feelings out, and try to focus on what’s really important. Such as yourself, your career, and future– going back to him won’t change what happened. Remember that you have friends and family to support you. And that you’re not alone in this. All you can do is try to take care of yourself.”

Jim was silent, as you finished reading which caused you to fiddle in your seat a little.

“Thoughts?” You asked wondering what he was thinking.

“That was good, pretty good.” He responded nonchalantly, almost being blunt which caused you to worry a little bit, your grin faltering slightly.

“Is that all? Should I add more? It sounds like you don’t like it.” You asked reluctantly.

Jim was quick to encounter your statement. “No,no,no! I do. I really do like it. It’s really sweet of you, It’s lovely, you’re lovely.”

You could feel the blood rushing up into your cheeks, turning into a harsh crimson hue. Who knew a simple compliment could make you feel so smitten? Silence hovered over the two of you for a moment until Jim was the first one to break it.

“Y/N?” He called out to you softly pulling you out from your daze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go silent on you.” You chuckled nervously. It was just his last comment.

“No it’s fine..” He paused for a moment. “I don’t know what has come over me.” Jim said softly back to his timid tone. This only made your heart race once more as you sighed softly.

“I appreciate it, thank you for being my assistant.” You did your best to save this conversation from turning tense. And it felt like it didn’t make the slightest difference.

“I mean it, you know?”

You paused once more the burning sensation in your cheeks didn’t change. Now intently listening to him as you can hear him about to say more.

“You really are lovely, Y/N..I mean it.”

There it was…That tension again, the suffocating tension that made you feel like you were drowning. And within that moment, like a wave crashing and meeting the ocean shore, you knew that you were falling hard for him, wiping the grin that was on your lips away.

Then the golden band on his finger flashed in your mind.

No, you can’t do this.

“Jim, what do you mean by that?” You asked him hesitantly yet firmly as you removed your laptop from your grasp before grabbing your phone, taking it off of the speaker and pressing it against your ear.

“What do you mean by what I mean?” He asked, sounding a bit taken back by your sudden question. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, I was just…I don’t know how to explain it but that felt like more than a compliment.” You stated as you paused once more, were you overthinking this? You were about to open your mouth to cut the silence but then Jim interrupted you.

“Because it was more than a compliment.”

In that moment, It was as if something took over your body and possessed you, this confession spilled from your lips like vomit.

“Jim, I think I am falling for you.” You breathed out.

Then a tense silence completely consumed the both of you.

Oh fuck, did I really say that!? You mentally wanted to slam your face against the table. Fuck, you had to fix this quick. No, there was no way of fixing this now, you fucking blew it.

“Jim, I'm sorry. You’re married and I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, I am an idiot, I am so so sorry.” You began to ramble, not letting Jim be able to interrupt you. “Y/N wait, wait-” but you weren’t listening as your thumb slammed on the red at the bottom of your screen ending the call.

This was a long awaited painful turn that you’ve brought on yourself. Now all that was left was you and your panicked and raging thoughts. You clearly took it too far, getting caught up in the moment that it left you feeling like an idiot.

♱

It was your day off today from the Pilates studio and you didn’t have to do much for your advice column. So for the rest of that morning you took the time to clean up the house. Mary was in school so it was just you alone at home– singing softly to yourself as you were finishing up with doing laundry. Neatly folding what was last of the laundry in your basket, feeling the warmth of the fresh cotton fabric between your fingers before placing it with the other piles of clothes on your bed.

It has been two days since your confession with Jim. You did what was best for you, and you began ignoring his texts and dodged his calls. This was morally wrong and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more.

“And you know damn well..For you, I would ruin myself, A million little times..”

You sang softly as the tender melody came to an end on your phone dying down, you would glance at your phone a few times that was sitting on your nightstand, in hopes you would catch your phone displaying Jim’s name across the screen but to your disappointment it didn’t, why would it? So you can ignore it more or have a war with yourself whether you should drop the silent treatment or not? No. At this point you would understand why he would give up.

A gentle sigh leaving your lips as your mind begins to aimlessly wander about your conflicted feelings. You want to believe that it would remain as a friendship but you knew damn well that slowly this entire time it turned more than a friendship to you. Feelings were completely one sided, he was married and he was only being kind to you because both of your daughters are friends. You were scared that harboring these feelings would become so heavy that eventually it’ll crush you and it did. You were playing with fire and you got burned.

Just as the next song on your phone began to play, a loud knock on your front door echoed throughout the house shaking you out of your thoughts. Feeling your brows knit together you walked out of your room heading towards the front door.

Who could that be?

You wondered as your hand gently grasped the doorknob pulling it open to reveal Jim gazing at you with a bit of desperate yet defeated expression with his phone in hand.

It was like you were faced with a jumpscare as you felt your eyes widen and without thinking you tried to close the door on Jim but he was too quick as he managed to slip his shoe between the door leaving it ajar. “Y-Y/N, please can we talk? Please just for a second.” He said in a deep raspy tone. His voice crack manages to burn itself into your mind.

You stood still for a moment before opening the door more widely for him to step into your house, now alone just between you and the married man you had fallen for. You took a few steps back away from him with your arms folded over your chest, your gaze not leaving his form. Once he was inside the house he closed the door behind him– “You didn’t think of picking up your phone when I called you? Or my texts?” He asked, sounding a bit tired as his piercing yet stunning ripples of ocean blue gaze bore into yours, spawning goosebumps on your skin.

“How could I after that? So I can embarrass myself some more?” You asked with sarcasm evidently dripping from your tone as you watched Jim roll his eyes a little at your remark. “I am serious, Y/N.” He said, sounding a little more soft as he took a step towards you.

“So am I, Jim. You’re my friend, I was stupid, I shouldn’t have said what I said, you’re married and–” You weren’t sure how much your heart could take at this moment. It was hammering so hard that it felt like it was building something, along with the backflips your stomach was doing it was becoming agonizing.

You could feel his warmth from where you were standing as you broke away from his gaze as you turned your head away from him but only for Jim to gingerly cup your cheek turning your face back to look at him immediately putting an end to your rambles. “Hang on a second, hang on a second Y/N..” Jim said his tone was still soft, as he looked down at you his lips curled slightly down forming a frown his eyebrows knitted slightly together causing a little wrinkles to form between them. His touch was so warm you did your best not to melt into him.

“This is so fucking mortifying Jim, you shouldn’t even be here.” You could feel your throat go dry as your eyes became misty, placing your hand over his shoulder weakly attempting to push him away but he stayed still in his spot. “Listen to me, please.” You kept your gaze down refusing to meet his gaze.

“You’re not an idiot for telling me how you felt that day alright? Don’t think that I haven’t thought of you the same way. I have. If I didn't, I wouldn’t have told you that a compliment was meant to be more.” Jim exclaimed quietly a gentle airy dry chuckle leaving his lips as his thumb gently caressed your cheekbone. You only shook your head as you used your freehand to gently pull his hand away from your cheek and it only resulted in him intertwining your fingers together.

“You’re lying.You were just being polite.” You said your breathing became uneven, clenching your jaw slightly– you didn’t realize how you were shaking in his grasp. Jim only continued to keep you close and you couldn’t find yourself pulling away from him, your hand still in his.

This was happening, really happening.

“I-I, Why would I lie to you about that?” He asked in a genuine yearning tone. “Because you feel bad for me. I am a single mother alone here with no one to talk to of course you would.” You snapped suddenly feeling a little aggressive but Jim didn’t seem fazed by it.

“That isn’t true at all, Y/N. Not even close.” You can detect the hurt and how despondent he felt in his voice, the need to prove himself to you. You remained silent as you continued averting your gaze from his and he seemed to notice it as he called out to you once more.

“Look at me..”

You closed your eyes for a moment, keeping your chin faintly down completely avoiding his gaze, as you knew if you looked at him you would completely succumb to him.

“Y/N… Look at me.” He softly implored once more.

After a few moments, you sighed quietly and you finally complied, opening your eyes looking back up at him as he gazed down at you with a gentle expression. It was like he knew how fragile you felt in this moment. You watched at how his eyes flickered at your features to your eyes then back to your lips, causing your features to soften.

Both of you remained silent as he gently squeezed your hand before releasing your hand, attentively, he placed your palm against his chest. You can feel his heart beating rapidly against your palm, like his heart was trying to burst free from his chest cavity. “Feel that?” Jim breathed out as he gazed down at you, keeping your palm firmly against his chest. “My heart is beating out of my chest, Y/N.. Can you feel how fast it’s going?” He asked, a bit breathless with a faint smile.

You didn’t realize how close you two were as your faces were inches from each other, breath gently fanning against your lips–the tip of his nose gently grazing yours. “Yeah..” You only murmured now a little airy laugh slipped from your lips at how this felt like you were in a scene of a movie, but it wasn’t this was in fact real as your forehead lightly rested against his.

Jim wasn’t lying as you could literally feel how anxious he was in your palm. His heart beating against your hand, you knew you weren’t just feeling how nervous he was. You were feeling how much he cared about you.

How his heart was beating for you…

Feeling his dark tresses brush against your forehead, you released an inaudible shaky exhale. Your fingers curling up now grasping his shirt, his lips gently brushing against yours sending sparks throughout your being. This was all becoming too much, as it felt like Jim read your mind. “Fuck it..” He whispered as he closed the distance between you, eagerly capturing your lips with his as his fingers now rested on the side of your head keeping you still.

That’s right.. Fuck it.

You could feel your heated skin crawl by how powerful the emotion behind his kisses. His kisses fill you with nothing but thoughts of him, you didn’t hesitate to return his kisses matching his passion. He was invading your mind, body and soul– you desperately pulled him closer. Wanting him to take everything you have, wanting his thoughts to be filled with you too as your lips moved languidly together with fervor.

A gentle gasp left your lips as you felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth tasting you. A deep groan erupted from his mouth, god you loved his groans, he wanted you and he wanted to let you know that he did. The way his lips moved with yours, the sound of your breaths swallowing each other’s as your hands explored each other’s bodies leaving a firework like sensation through your clothed skin.

It left you ravenous for more.

“Jump..” Jim whispered against your lips, you immediately obeyed as you jumped, and instantly you felt his hands catch you. Your legs draped around his waist as his hands were under your thighs keeping you still now walking you to your room impressively without breaking the feverish kisses, tongues tangled, and hands squeezing and gripping each other.

Jim effortlessly shoved away your neatly folded laundry off the bed before gently placing you on the mattress. Everything seemed to fade into a beautiful blur as you felt your back melt into the mattress, his body hovering over yours, as nothing else seemed to matter anymore. What only mattered was you and Jim in this moment, exploring these intense emotions that you both held for each other. Keeping your legs around his torso, diminishing the space between you two, you felt his restrained erection from his jeans as he gently grinded his hips against yours causing a moan to escape from your small frame but only to be muffled by his soft lips that were against yours.

There was no stopping now, as you could feel the warm dampness pool in your underwear– your bodies molding together like colors on a canvas. Your hands slipped underneath his shirt feeling the movement of his back muscles moving beneath your touch. Jim then pulled away from the kiss now sitting up causing you to grunt quietly out of disapprovement wanting him to come back as he quickly discarded his ebony quarter sleeve top revealing his chest. With half lidded dazed eyes you watched as he gazed down at you with his sharp sunken ocean blue optics that were clouded with nothing but desire for you.

Both of you were breathing heavily, aching to taste each other’s lips once more. “May I?” He asked softly as his fingers gently fiddled with the hem of your shirt. You nodded your head giving him consent to remove your white oversized t-shirt. You knew you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your shirt. You were at home, so why would you wear one?

He swiftly removed your top, revealing your breasts– the cool air nipped at your heated skin feeling your nipples turn hard from the little breeze. In a pleasurable haze you continued to watch the way his lashes fluttered against his freckled cheeks as your heaving bosom was now exposed for him to take in. His gazed burned into your skin causing you to shiver once more, watching his lust filled eyes rake down from your exposed neck to your torso. You felt so bare in front of him, it was as if your skin was translucent and he could see right through you.

Reading your thoughts, your emotions, your heart– it made you flushed. That was another thing you adore about him, how blue his eyes were and how a simple glance from him can make you shiver. Jim then leaned back down over you but this time you felt his fingertips delicately trace your body feeling every contour of your skin, trailing his fingertips from your abdomen to the valley of your chest to your cheek, while he was using his other arm to hold himself over you so he wouldn’t crush you completely with his weight.

You sucked in a sharp inhale as you felt his face lean in towards you nuzzling his nose in the nape of your neck before pressing featherlike kisses on your neck. Your eyes fluttered to a close tilting your head more to the side giving him more access to your neck, your cheek resting against his palm. Jim didn’t hesitate to nibble and kiss as much of your skin as possible leaving you breathless.

You were aching so bad for him that it began to hurt. You could feel his lips at one spot before going to another and next thing you know he was everywhere, just worshiping you with his lips. His lips trailing down to your body, going from your neck, collarbone, then to your heaving breast. “You’re so beautiful..” Jim whispered as he kissed the center of your chest where your heartbeat was. His praise causes your pussy to clench at nothing but air.

“Jim..” You whimpered out softly as you needed him. “I got you, sweetheart. Just let me enjoy this.” He murmured as he then lowered his mouth to your breasts and glided his tongue across your nipple, earning a moan out of you as he covered your right breast with his mouth completely. While his other hand slipped past the waistband of your pajama shorts, into your underwear. You gasped softly at the cool sensation of his fingers feeling the slit of your wet folds. “You’re so wet, for me Y/N...” Jim chuckled quietly before moving his mouth to tend your other breast giving it the same attention.

Patience was treading on thin ice with you, and you knew Jim was teasing you. And you damn well knew that he wasn’t lying either. Your underwear was beyond saving considering how aroused you were, seriously you swore you felt your arousal drip between your inner thighs until you felt Jim’s middle finger flick against your throbbing nub between your legs causing your body to jolt with a moan spilling from your lips.

Jim took notice as he continued circling your clit with his finger feeling up your juices before slipping in his middle finger into your pussy with a gentle squelch noise. “Fuck Jim!” You whined softly in ecstasy feeling your head fall back deeper against the pillow your eyes still clamped shut as Jim pumped his finger in and out of you in a slow pace before building speed, his middle finger curling up inside of you hitting your g spot within your warm tight wet walls.

You felt Jim pull away from your breasts before pressing his lips back onto yours muffling your moans as his tongue slipped back into your mouth mingling with yours, he then added another finger stretching you out once more causing you to whimper against his lips, as he fucked you fast and hard with his fingers despite the little room he had in your shorts and underwear.

Clearly he was preparing you and this was the only start of what was going to happen. With so much pleasure you were desperate to hold onto something, as your hands found his shoulders gripping him for dear life, the knot in your tummy beginning growing tighter, your folds fluttering shut against his fingers.

God, you have forgotten how good it felt to be touched like this, to have someone’s undivided attention on you and your pleasure alone. As the only times you had sex they would either finish too fast and leave you unsatisfied or they would make you focus on them. Not Jim, he wanted to infiltrate your thoughts with his touch, his lips– everything he possibly could and you were letting him.

Jim then pulled his fingers out of you, quickly slipping off your shorts and underwear down to your ankles and you kicked them to the side before Jim reattached his coated fingertips to your clit. Swiping his fingers against your anching nub once more, he pulled away from your lips as you both breathed heavily in unison. You could feel your mind submerge into a euphoric haze feeling your climax creeping up on you. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this with you, sweetheart.” He whispered into your ear before nibbling your earlobe causing you to gasp softly. “M-Me too Jim..” You breathed out shuddering against his body feeling each rub from his finger sent more intense ripples of pleasure to your stomach.

Jim then sank his fingers back into you to the knuckle curling them immaculately against your g spot once more with precision. And just like that you felt the knot become undone in your stomach as immense waves of pleasure your orgasm ripped through you sending you over to the edge. Loud mewls escaped your lips as Jim stilled his fingers inside of you, feeling your throbbing walls clamp down on his fingers.

You both laid there breathless for a moment as Jim pressed gentle kisses around your face while you were coming down from your high. “You okay?” He asked you softly as he placed a gentle kiss on your neck pulling his fingers out from you causing you to whimper quietly from the loss of his fingers. Weakly, you nodded your head slowly catching your breath, “Jim, I want you..” you said in an airy tone as your hand reached down to his erection that was bulging from his jeans, your fingers tracing the outline evicting a sharp inhale from him.

Jim immediately obliged as he helped you pull down his pants along with his boxers allowing his cock sprung free from it’s restraints making him sigh out of relief. You couldn’t help to drool slightly at the sight of his length– how long and thick it was as it hung from his body. You weren’t sure if you wanted to taste him or have him inside of you- either way both of those thoughts were making you ache heavily with desire.

Jesus, his wife really did hit the jackpot with this man.

A shaky exhale left your lips as Jim gently caressed your cheek with his thumb before gently pushing you back against the mattress, his eyes fixated on you. He rose on his knees as you were now able to take in the sight of his exposed body– now his firm erection only a few inches away from your dripping entrance. “Open up your legs for me, darling.” He demanded softly with his large hands pushing your legs apart gently. His voice was deep and breathless that sent another wave of shivers throughout your body.

Fuck, these pet names he was calling you — were going to kill you.

Without hesitation you spread your thighs wider for him, now being completely bare and open to him. “Good girl..” Jim praised with a little smirk tugging on his lips, causing your heart to flutter.

You were holding in your breath as you watched his hips with one gentle fluid motion he thrusted into you making you cry out loudly, your walls stretching with an intense pressure slowly filling you up only halfway in. “Are you alright? Do you want to stop?” He asked with concern as he gazed down at you; his dark graying tresses disheveled, his large hands holding your thighs keeping you still. He was so kind, it was making you melt beneath him. “I-I’m okay, keep going.” You whispered as you began to grip his shoulders once more, your nails sinking into his skin .

“That’s my girl..” Jim praised once more as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. He was so hot, you never would even think Jim would have this side of him. He then shifted his knees before thrusting into you completely, his cock deeply sheathed into you. Your mouth fell open as a loud moan spilled from your lips, your eyes clamped shut once more– god, you felt so impossibly full. Jim completely invades you as your bodies are finally connected in the best way. Your thighs squeezed against his waist but he only pushed them apart tenderly. “Ah, F-Fuck..” He groaned out shakily, as he admired the way his cock completely vanished inside of you before closing his eyes allowing his head to fall forward slightly.

You opened your eyes as you breathed heavily, adjusting to his size– his moans making you clench around causing him to gasp. Your desire growing insatiably stronger, you rolled your hips against his desperately pulling a loud moan out of you as you felt the head of his penis kiss your cervix. A deep grunt left his lips as he leaned down towards you releasing your thighs– his chest now pressed against yours as both of his elbows were resting on either sides of your head.

Immediately he began thrusting into you with a slow moderate pace as your body moved up and down slightly with a string of moans spilling from your lips– pleasure completely consuming your body. Jim released a breath as he managed to grab both of your hands intertwining your fingers together pinning them next to your head as his hips slammed against yours.

You turned your head away as you whimpered loudly at how he continued hitting your cervix with perfect precision, “Y/N… Keep your eyes on me.” Jim demanded his voice dark and low. Your body shuddered as you obliged, turning your head to look at him to find him already gazing at you with half lidded eyes that were nothing but filled with affection and lust.

Both of your gazes burned into each other as his thrusts became more relentless, making you feel like you were on cloud nine of pleasure and ecstasy. Jim groaned as he felt your walls clamp around him tight not wanting to let him go– nevertheless he didn’t ease his hard and fast pace. All that was heard in your bedroom was the sound of wet bodies clashing together, as his cock brushed against your clit causing you to arch your back, your chest melting into his, your hands squeezing his. “S-Shit, you feel so good, Jim..” You mewled as your bodies continued moving together in sync.

The friction between you made you burn with desire. “You feel even better, Y-Y/N..Fuck..” He gasped out as his face scrunched up slightly at how tight you were, his mouth hanging slightly open as heavy breaths escaped his parted lips as he aimed to make you come first. You could feel yourself slipping, getting lost in Jim, truly no other thoughts that weren’t anything else but him.

You then wrapped your legs around his hips causing him to sink deeper into you making you both moan out loud in unison, the familiar coil in your stomach began to form knowing you were about to reach your climax for the second time as your heavy breathing began to become unsteady.

Jim then pressed his lips against yours in an eager open mouthed kiss, like he knew you were close and he continued plunging himself deeply into you as he was getting close to his own climax as well.

“I-I’m close..” You breathlessly stammered against his lips as his teeth sank down at your bottom lip before pulling away and releasing it. “Come for me, sweetheart.” Jim whispered as he watched you tremble against his body squeezing his hands tightly as your body was pressed deeper into the mattress. You then cried out as your body arched against him, you felt the knot in your stomach finally snap as your climax washed over you with the familiar waves of pleasure.

Frail moans left your lips as Jim quickened his pace as he used your limp body to chase his climax before releasing a loud groan, his hips stuttering slightly before being buried deep inside of you as he ejaculated his semen, staining your walls.

Jim stayed still for a second trying to catch his breath before slowly pulling out of you causing you to whimper softly as he collapsed on top of you, his head resting against your chest, both of your naked bodies lightly coated with sweat. Your head was spinning, your mind completely lost in a fog as you both basked in the afterglow of this moment.

Once your breathing became steady again as you slowly came down from your high you felt Jim roll off of you as he laid next to you leaving you still laying on your back as you two went silent.

Even the silence felt so loud.

He then pulled the comforters over your naked bodies as he laid on his side facing you. You could feel his gaze burn into the side of your face as you kept your eyes on the ceiling finally processing what just happened.

“Hey..” Jim called out to you quietly as he scooted closer to you draping his lightly freckled arm around your body pulling you close as you turned to face him on your side, you can tell that he hated when things go quiet like this.

Your little panic gaze burned into his, and he already knew how you were feeling. “Y/N..Talk to me.” Jim begged as he gently cradled your cheek with his palm which you instinctively melted into.

You sighed deeply into his touch, your mind unsure if having sex even fixed anything between you two, if anything it added more fuel to the fire of your problems.

And this is where you knew that you messed up..

Big time.

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PART 2 COMING SOON ;)

I hope you guys enjoyed it ! First one shot for this page. And honestly this is the first smut I’ve ever written so I hope I did Jim Justice but bro was so romantic. I apologize for any grammar error or anything that looks weird- But anyways, thank you guys for reading! ♡

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wutheringcaterpillar · 20 days

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Jim from TDS gets so fuzzy brained and dumb when he’s pounding into Y/N, because he wanted her for so long and he finally has her. he feels he deserves to have what he wants, and also making sure everyone knows she belongs to him.

Y/N could be either Jim’s son’s gf/ex-gf, Jim’s daughter’s best friend, or Jim’s best friend 🫣

Btw you’re doing such a great job with your fics!!!

Warnings: Age gap (Jim is in his 40s, reader between 18-25), p in v, Jim’s a bad dad, unprotected sex, creampie, stalking social media, mentions of masturbating, taking inappropriate photos without consent, hickies

Thank you for the request I had a lot of fun with this! Hope you enjoy!❤️

Jim was reclined in his bed, his hand massaging his hardened member while he scrolled through social media photos of you. He was completely fucked ever since the day his son brought you home and may or may not have developed unhealthy coping mechanisms that his son had what he couldn’t.

Even in his dreams he could see your attractive silhouette, continuously replaying fake scenarios of you straddling him, on your knees batting those innocent lashes up at him begging for his cock.

You had him wrapped around your fucking finger without even knowing, you were completely and utterly hypnotizing.

“Fuck y/n..” He kept replaying a video on the beach, only thing covering you was a skimpy little bikini. Jim could just imagine what was underneath, reminiscing how even when he lay in the sun tanning chair, he couldn’t help but snag a few photos when you weren’t paying attention.

Position of you bent over picking up pebbles from the sand, when you came up for air from the water, specs of water droplets painting your chest, running down your cleavage.

He needed to have you, wanted to be entangled in the sheets with you, hearing you moan his name lustfully, screaming as he made you cum.

Your body was so young, hardly flawed, and had curves in all the right places. He hated to see you leave the house but loved to watch you walk away.

In the midst of coming to his high, the door slammed downstairs and he could hear yelling, what sounded to be you.

Curious, and for caution he pulled up his pants, huffing in irritation that he was interrupted from his intrusive, sexual imaginations.

“You are such an ass! Just because I enjoyed an evening with my friends doesn’t give you the right to go out with some random girls to some party and kiss them! You’re ridiculous, did you even think about me for a singular moment?!” This was the moment Jim had been waiting for, as awful as it may sound, he wanted you two to break up. He wanted the opportunity to arise for him to be there when you’re upset, knowing that there was a chance for you two to be together.

Jim wasn’t stupid, there were many times where you “accidentally” brushed past him inappropriately, there were plenty of stolen glances and obscene gestures whenever his son Caleb wasn’t around. You wanted him just as much, but due to your relationship with his son, you hadn’t gone any further. He’d constantly have to excuse himself to the restroom to deal with the repurcussions, seeking out a sweet release.

“You’re over reacting, besides I’ve been meaning to put an end to this dwindling flame. We were never going to work so figured, why not just end it the easy way.” Jim was in shock that Caleb would do such a thing to a girl, especially you. He had taught him better than that, granted he did cheat on his mother but that was besides the point.

Hearing footsteps run up the stairs followed by a door slam, Jim poked his head out hearing your sniffles from downstairs. What kind of man would he be to not check in and ensure you were okay?

“Y/N?” You were seated on the cushioned sofa, mascara flowing messly down your cheeks from weeping, but that voice…that masculine, caring, attractive voice had your glancing up from your emotional turmoil.

Jim was standing there in his pajama pants and black t-shirt, his reading glasses tucked in the hem of his shirt while his peppery hair was slightly disheveled.

“Oh I’m sorry, I was just going to head out. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, no. Stay please. My son’s an idiot and I can assure you I didn’t raise him to be that way.” He took a seat next to you, trying to act concerned when in reality his eyes kept glancing at your thighs, the way your skirt hardly covered anything. Keep it together Jim, jesus.

The close proximity and the smell of Jim’s cologne was raising the tension, and an idea popped into your head. If Caleb thought he had the right to hurt you, you would hurt him ten times worse.

Jim’s crystal blue, alluring eyes were locked on your in a transfixed state of mind, heart pumping with adrenaline when he settled his hand on your thigh in a way to “comfort” you.

He was radiant, smart, and overwhelmingly attractive for a man in his forties. When he touched you, goosebumps formed on your skin, breath hitching in your throat. Was this a bad idea, most likely, but temptation and profound desire had a hold of you both.

“I um- I always thought you were a nice girl Y/N, and beautiful, kind, sexy- fuck what the fuck am I saying.” He wanted to hit himself for his stammering of words, rolling off his tongue without even thinking, but you simply laughed, blushing from his clear embarassment. When he tried to pull away his hand, you moved it back further up just nearly underneath your skit.

“Jim, it doesn’t bother me. I’ve always thought you were quite sexy too, I mean fuck you’re a total dilf and I’ve always imagined what you looked like underneath those clothes. How fucked up is that? My own boyfriend- well ex’s dad.” You glanced down at the floor, eyes skimming the carpet trying to find a way to justify your feelings, that they weren’t morally wrong.

Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he slid his finger down the length of your warm neck, gaining your attention.

There was a momentous silence as you stared into one another eyes, an immense sense of crave and desire coursing through your veins.

Closing the distance, you smashed your lips against Jim’s, hands settled on his cheeks needing him desperately. At that moment the air in the room seemed to disappear, the oxygen slowly didsapating from Jim’s lungs. He was in disbelief that this was actually happening, he was kissing his son’s ex girlfriend who he’d been masturbating to all summer long.

Your lips were soft, smoothe, and you were surprisingly good at kissing for how young you were. Unable to resist, his tongue lapped inbetween your lips as he pulled you onto his lap, his hardened cock rutting against your dripping mound desperately needing you, forgetting Caleb was just upstairs.

He held you like a woman, his hands grasping at the chubby skin of your ass cheeks underneath your skirt, roaming and massaging the delicate skin roughly.

“Fuck Y/N… you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment…” Your lips roamed down to the crook of his neck, sucking and rotating your tongue, surely leaving a mark causing him to release a disgruntled groan.

Your hands fumbled with his belt, craving to be filled with his cock while your pussy throbbed in your panties, slick merely dripping from your cunt.

Shedding yourself of your shirt, Jim’s eyes widened from the sight of your well rounded, perfect tits, they were everything he had imagined them to be and more.

His hands grasped the jiggly skin, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head in satisfaction. Hold it together Jim, what would she think if you busted just from the sight of her fucking tits, pathetic man.

His brain seemed to turn to a puddle, any prior thoughts lost from your hypnotizing body. He had to have you right then and there.

“Well, are you going to fuck me or not, because I really…” You trailed off you sentence, running a singular finger down his lip, eyes focused on him with a lustful gaze as you grinded against his lap, needing more.

“Really, need you inside me, my pretty pussy aches for you Jim.” Within second he flipped you onto your back, shedding himself of his clothes and tearing down your skirt and panties down in a animalistic frenzy.

He had never seen such a perfect cunt in his life, so in tact, so beautiful, and dripping for him, god how his dick was felt like it was going to burst any minute. His size took you by surprise, Jim wasn’t small by any means, his cock a good eight maybe nine inches, this was going to be fun.

Your hand grazed the back of his neck, pulling him down just so your lips brushed against his ear.

“Hope your cock is better than your son’s, wouldn’t want to be dissapointed.” He took that as a challenge, one that he knew very well he was going to win.

“My son, doesn’t seem to know how to pleasure his woman and I’m going to make sure he and everyone else knows who fucked you right.” Your eyebrow quirked up in interest.

“Well go on then, fuck me like no other man could.” Jim had never been this nervous in his life to fuck a woman, but you- you he didn’t want to leave unsatisfied.

He didn’t even need to glance down before pushing the head of his thick shaft deep inside of you, claiming you as his.

You gasped from the sudden intrusion, nail’s scraping against the muscles on Jim’s back. He smirked satisfyingly, leaning down to kiss you once more, shoving his tongue roughly into your mouth, desperately needing to explore every inch of you, craving more and more.

He pumped quickly into you, patience being non existent, the feel of your hot, indisputably tight walls clenching to his length. Your boobs bounced with each powerful thrust. His lips trailed down to the warmth of your neck, tenderly sucking lavender marks into your smoothe skin, needing people to know who you belonged to now.

“Oh Jim, more, more, please…” Oh the velvet, captivating sound of your strained moan had his horny brain whirling, eyes merely fluttering closed from the sweet descent of your exasperated tone.

Your pussy was throbbing from pleasure, being filled to the brim like no other man had fucked you before.

Your fingers intertwined in his hair, scrunching at his gray, partially wavy hair, pressing him against your body as he fucked you relentlessly. His free hand cusped at the cushiony skin of your boob, rolling the jelly like skin.

He needed to see you in another position, he need to see himself filling your cunt.

Standing up causing you to whine from the empty feeling, he picked you up with his strong arms effortlessly as if you weighed nothing before bending you over the sofa.

“Oh!” Jim slapped your ass and pulled your head back aggresively by the strands of your hair, plumetting his cock into your heated, tight walls simultaneously.

“Fuck! Fuck Jim! Ah!” He didn’t hold back, striking deep within your aching core over and over, his balls slapping against your skin with each powerful thrust. He had never seen an ass bounce back against him so poetically and perfectly, he was nearly salivating on the mouth looking down at you bent over on display for him and only him. Watching your pussy swallow his dick with each desperate rut, god you were stunning.

Hearing you man his name and take his cock so well was sending him over the edge, his dick pulsating in you before he even had the chance to think.

As you pounded your ass back against him, your bottom lip was becoming increasingly swollen from how much your teeth had been biting at it from the immense pleasure.

“Jesus, you’re fucking amazing, fucking beautiful, taking my cock so fucking well. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You Jim. All yours, completely yours. I-I’m going to-Ah-“ He slapped your ass cheek fiercely once more, focusing on the way you moaned his name, the way your back arched as you came undone.

Your knuckes turning white from the grip they had on the cushioned surface, toes curling from your orgasm. The euphoric, alluring sensation taking over every part of your body.

That didn’t stop Jim from going to pound town. Slamming your hips down against him, rutting desperately and bottoming out deep within your dripping, aching cunt. He wad close.

“Gonna fucking cum- want me to fill you up love. Hm? Having my cum spilling out of you like a faucet for days.” You nodded desperately moaning for him to cum at the sound of his gruff voice

“Jim, Jim, please. I need your cum, need you to paint my fucking insides white, right now. Now.” At that moment you could feel his thick cock pulsate within your core, his cum shooting straight up into your cervix.

“Fuck, fuck y/n… I’m fucking cumming.” The sweat beaded at your forhead, his own dripping down from his hair onto your back.

He had never felt a high so unfathomably pleasurable, he finally felt like he had accomplished what he always wanted- needed to. You were finally his.

Pulling out he stretched your cunt, pulling the sensitive, reddened skin apart with his large digits, seeing the art he had created with his milky white cum flowing freely out of your alluring pussy that was still twitching from your orgasm.

Caleb turned and twisted in his bed, the constant strange sounds keeping him up. Deciding to investigate, he grabbed the bat from his room before making his way downstairs only to be blindsided with his own dad intertwined with his now ex-girlfriend whom was covered with hickies on her neck

“What the fuck is this?! How did this-How could-“

“That’s how you treat a woman son. Maybe take notes because let me tell you, she’s a keeper this one.” You smirked on the couch, nuzzling your nose against his chest being fully happy with your decision to sleep with your ex’s father. He was already proving to be more of a man than Caleb ever was.

“Ready for bed love?” Jim held his hand out for you, wrapping his robe around your shoulders while Caleb stood there fuming at the actions of his own father and you, disbelief that you’d go this far, making him question if you ever really gave a shit about him or just dated him for his dad.

#Jim #jim tds #jim x reader #jim x you #Jim tds x reader #Jim tds x you #the delinquent season imagine #ranaewrites #requested

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darthannie · 7 months

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day four: creampie with Jim

pairing: Jim (the delinquent season) x f!reader word count: 912 warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, L-bombs teehee, smut(duh), Jim is possessive a/n: Finally, something kinda soft. I need Jim so bad it’s not even funny. He and I are endgame.

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“God, it’s absolutely freezing out there.” You walked into Jim’s apartment and shrugged off your wet raincoat. You hung it up to dry at the entryway and took off your shoes, leaving them to dry as well.

Jim stood to the side and waited for you to acknowledge him. When you finally looked at him he opened his arms and you gladly accepted his embrace. He gave you a quick kiss and then you both made your way to the couch. You threw yourself down and he sat next to you. You cuddled into his side and he put his arm around you.

This was the usual routine. You had both recently made your relationship official, but not much had changed. Your relationship was that of an old married couple, though there was less bickering. You could see your relationship going for the long haul, and the prospect was as exciting as it was petrifying.

You and Jim had your typical end-of-week debrief. He told you about a new book he was reading, and you told him about a new dish you were planning on making. He mentioned how you should both make it together at his apartment.

You looked up at him and grinned “That’s a great idea. I’ll finally be able to cook you dinner.”

He looked at you with a soft gaze. There was something on his mind. You looked at him confused and then he said it.

“I love you,” he blurted out. “I am so in love with you.”

Your mouth opened slightly; you were in a state of shock. He hadn’t said it before, so you hadn’t bothered, but hearing it from him now was like a bomb had dropped. You took a moment before you replied.

“I love you, too,” you took a breath, “I love you so much.”

He gave a little wag of his head, “Come here.”

He pulled you in for a kiss and he was glad he did. That one kiss turned into a make out session on the couch. Things got heated fast and soon your shirt was off. Then his was too. Somewhere along the way the button of his pants was getting undone and he stopped you.

“Not here. Bedroom”

He practically dragged you over to his bed. Once you were settled on the bed he took his shirt off, followed by his pants and underwear. He grabbed your pants and underwear by the waistband and pulled them down. You giggled at his sudden forwardness. He flipped you on your hands and knees, making you face away from him.

He grabbed your hips and entered you. Your moans came with every thrust. You didn’t mean to, but you were completely in sync with him.

He used to fingers to touch your clit while he fucked you. It was so much at once that your arms faltered, causing you to collapse in the bed, back arched. This let Jim reach a whole new spot, causing a chill to run through your body.

He pulled out and you whined.

“Jim, fuck, keep going.”

“On your back. Need to look at you.”

He helped you onto your back. He wanted to look at your face while he fucked you. He interlaced his fingers with yours and pinned your arms down. This time it felt different. Romantic.

“You are so beautiful,” he said with all the sincerity in the world.

His ragged breath turned into shaky moans and sweet nothings as he set a fast pace. He kept repeating mine, all mine, you’re all mine.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from being too loud. You liked hearing the sounds your bodies made together. You could tell when he was close, he started getting sloppy. His usual breathy moans became fully voiced. He said your name like it was a prayer falling from his lips.

To both of your surprise, he came inside you. And it was a lot. Neither of you had agreed to it, nor had you thought of the consequences. It just happened. You came soon after him and you bucked your hips towards him as you did. It felt warmer than usual. No one had ever cum inside you before.

He untangled his fingers from yours and sat up, still inside you. He ran his hands down the sides of your body. Your breathing settled and so did his. This was brand new territory. Unsure how to proceed, he tried to snap the tension with a joke, “Well, I guess now it’s time to enjoy the show.”

You laughed lightheartedly and he pulled out. His cum pooled out of you. You saw his cock twitch as he watched what he had done. You tightened your muscles and more dripped out. You reached down to try and push some of it back in. You started fingering yourself, mixing your wetness with his cum. That did him in. He watched and stroked himself. When he was fully hard again he leaned down and kissed you. He moved to your neck and nipped at the skin, careful not to leave any marks. He shooed your hand away from your pussy and positioned his tip at your wet hole. He watched as he slipped in with no resistance.

He was getting drunk on the pleasure. At that moment he decided he was going to see how many times he could watch his seed drip from your cunt in a single night.

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jakeotters · 7 months

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Some Jim from the delinquent season smut with a younger reader! He is completely in love and obsessed with her 💗

this fic contains nsfw themes; 18+ ONLY please!!

in love with you - pt. I (jim x afab!reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, implied age gap (jim is in his 40s, reader is in their 20s), kissing, praise, jim is obsessive but in a romantic way, fluff, aftercare

author’s note: this is my first time writing something nsfw so i apologize that it’s not super in depth, i’m still trying to get comfortable with my explicit writing 💖

** minors do not interact - 18+ ONLY **

note: by agreeing to keep reading you are consenting to view explicit content

you were his muse, his love, his obsession.

maybe it was because of the divorce— it left him lonely, desperate; yearning for someone’s touch as though he was a teenager.

you were younger, but he saw something in you he’d never seen in anyone else: love.

his marriage was messy, complicated. he was always unsure of what love meant. he’d never felt love— at least, not in the way he felt for you.

he was obsessed with you. not in some weirdo, creep way, but in the way that he wanted to protect you, he wanted to be yours and you to be his. he wanted to love you and nothing else.

the love between you was at its greatest when he would sink into you, the warmth of your walls enveloping him, causing every cell in his body to ignite with the flames of desire.

jim wasn’t used to gentle, passionate sex. his affairs had always been rough and sloppy. even with his ex wife, the sex was always rushed— do it so they could get it over with.

but with you, he wanted nothing but to be gentle, as though you were fragile— a glass doll that would break if he went too hard or too fast.

his thrusts were slow but deep, hitting that special spot inside you with percision. the stretch and feeling of him inside you was electric, a pleasure you’d never felt from anyone else.

“such a good girl for me, my good girl.”

he cooed in your ear, kissing down your neck gently. your arms wrapped around his back, your nails digging softly into the skin. he kept your legs wrapped around his waist, wanting to keep you there with him.

“love you so much, baby- ah- you feel so good.”

he praised you, moving his hips slightly faster but still gently, when he began to feel you flutter around him.

“jim, so close-”

you moaned for him and when he hit that spot inside of you one last time with a perfect thrust, you swear you could see angels themselves as the white light enveloped you.

“fuck, baby, yes- just like that.”

he groaned as you clenched around him deliciously, his face in the crook of your neck as he kept thrusting, letting you ride out your high while he chased his own.

with one last thrust, he spilled deep inside you. the warmth of him flowed through your body, filling you perfectly.

jim laid on you for a moment, sitting up so he could pull out; the both of you wincing slightly at the sensation. he went to the bathroom, grabbing a warm washcloth and helping you clean up before settling next to you in bed.

“you’re perfect, you know that?”

he smiled as he faced you on his side, looking into your eyes.

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aphroditeslover11 · 2 months

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How they’d deal with a student with exam stress:

Jonathon Crane:

This guy literally lectures at a university as a part of his job so he knows exactly what you are going through and what the exams are like. He’s also a psychologist so he understands pretty well what kind of emotions and stresses that you’re going through. When you’re struggling with something he’ll try to help you by finding the answers for yourself to try and build up your confidence. He will hate to ever hear you talking about yourself like you’re hopeless, you get a lecture about how if you can’t do it yet then you will be able to soon. Any tears though and he immediately gets you to give in, he’ll pull some strings with your lecturer at the university and you’ll still pass the course anyway.

Jim:

He would be the sort of guy that would just sit down with you and try to help you to do it, he wouldn’t see the point of sitting down and anxiously procrastinating when you could just get the worries out of the way. He’s put his glasses on and sit down at the desk with you, taking your laptop and reading down the screen. After he’d puzzled it out he’d start with a “Right, so, what I think you need to do is…” You could expect lots of soft fore head kisses along the way to try and keep you motivated. If you were revising for exams rather than writing something for an assignment then he would make a revision timetable, he’s a fan of an excel spreadsheet to keep things on track. He’s the sort to proactively manage stress rather than letting it sit and get worse.

Lenny Miller:

He’s a bit of a liability to have around when you’re studying. He has a bit of an ego so if you ask for help with something he will insist that he knows how to do it even if he doesn’t. Sitting with Lenny Miller at 2 am as he tries to explain Plato’s allegory of the cave from a Wikipedia article, whilst complaining that it really doesn’t make a difference to the world anyway, is a uniquely irritating experience.

Oppie:

He can be pretty short with mere mortals who simply can’t see the world in any greater depth than what is directly in front of them. The likelihood is though that if he spends enough time with someone to help them study then he is going to make the time and have the patience to help you. He’d be a dream to study with, no matter the topic he would be the annoying sod that could pick up anything if he was given the time and resources, being able to reword passages from textbooks in such a way that you understood them straight away. He’d sit there all night with you chainsmoking cigarettes and sipping from a glass of whiskey. Somehow studying with Oppie was actually enjoyable!

#cillian murphy #oppenheimer #oppenheimer x reader #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders #lenny miller x reader #jim x reader #the delinquent season #jonathon crane x reader #the dark knight trilogy #jonathon crane

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heartsforyou222 · 10 months

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i need a teacher that looks like cillian murphy in the delinquent season i'm so serious

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pictureinme · 5 months

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kinktober day xxiv. MUTUAL MASTURBATION – jim (the delinquent season)

word count: ~900 tags: canon cheater jim + homewrecker reader, teasing, praise, guided masturbation masterlist | ao3

Jim let out a shaky breath as you spread your legs for him– your bare arousal on full display for him.

“Fuck, no panties? Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?”

You shrug your shoulders, hitching your skirt up even higher for him to see just how wet you already are, “Well, you’ve been teasing me all week Jim… can’t I have a little fun, too?”

Jim and you had been having this illicit affair for only a few weeks now, but you were getting antsy– what’s the point of being a homewrecker if you aren’t getting any? He had always shied away from the topic, opting only for ‘emotional cheating,’ as Google had described it one late night. To him, going ‘all the way’ would mean he’s really cheating on his wife, and he just wasn’t ready to commit to being the shit husband he already is– typical.

That didn’t stop either of you from alluding to such acts, however– it seemed like leaving him half-mast after every excursion was your specialty. Describing the things he’d do to you in any other circumstance definitely felt great at the moment, but again, you needed more.

He bites his lip, weighing his options as his mind clouds with thoughts of taking you right there– on the duvet his wife picked out. You snake a hand down to your wetness, spreading yourself even further. As you glance at his pants growing tighter, you hope he gets the memo.

Without any audible complaint, Jim unzips his jeans and palms himself through his boxers, “What are you doing to me, (Y/N), fuck…”

He watches as you circle your entrance with a delicate finger, your head lolling back slightly against the plush headboard. His mouth falls open as you enter yourself slowly like you were hypnotizing him.

“Don’t be shy, big boy,” you hum, looking at him with a gaze of pure, unadulterated lust. “Let me see what you’re packing too, hm?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jim smirks as he pulls his jeans and boxers down mid-thigh– his hardness bobbing back up against his navel.

Now it was your turn to bite your lip– you had been fantasizing about the day you’d finally be able to touch him. Seeing would just have to do for right now. He grasps himself at the base, hissing at the much-needed pressure he’s providing himself. You add another finger gently, but you really didn’t need to delay with how wet you already were– you were just addicted to teasing him.

“Look at how wet you are, baby,” Jim groaned as he started to pump himself slowly. “You always like this for me? Walking around all soaked?”

“Always,” you nod, subconsciously speeding up your fingers, “Haven’t gone a date without coming home with soaked panties… if I’m wearing them.”

“Good girl,” he sits up more from his spot across from you, the chair creaking with every minor movement. “How about you touch your clit for me too, yeah? Wouldn’t that feel so good?”

You melt at his praise and request, your other hand coming to tease your clit almost immediately, “How’s that, baby? Am I touching myself just right?”

He nods quickly, hips twitching upwards at your words, “Always so perfect for me, fuck… keep doing that.”

Jim ogles at your every movement, following your fingers with his mouth open– you’d never seen him so desperate. You felt yourself get even wetter at the realization of how much you aroused him, and he wasn’t even inside of you. You’re in no better position, your eyes glued to every swift up-and-down motion he was making with his tight fist. The beads of precum spilling onto his knuckles made you desperate to take him in your mouth– you’re doing that next time, even if it just means kneeling in front of him as he releases.

You put a third finger inside of you, mind running wild with images of Jim both above and below you, “Please…”

He chokes out a moan as you whisper that sweet word, “What’re you begging for, sweetheart? You wanna come?”

Not even really knowing why you said please, you nod nonetheless, “Don’t wanna come before you do, baby, fuck…”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he groans again, and he pumps himself even faster, “Anything for you, (Y/N), just keep fucking yourself full of your fingers just like that for me.”

You whimper as you speed up your ministrations as well, wanting so desperately to be full of him in any capacity, “Wish it was your cock, want you to fill me up instead.”

“Fuck, keep talking like that,” Jim’s eyebrows furrow as he watches you slowly coming undone.

“Need you inside,” you fuck yourself back on your fingers, your other hand starting to rub your clit even faster, “In my mouth, my pussy, fuck, anywhere, please…”

You feel yourself tumbling even closer to release, but hold off until he does first.

“(Y/N), Jesus,” Jim thrusts up into his fist, his legs shaking incessantly, “Such a good fucking girl for me, so good–!”

He lets out a whine as the ropes of his arousal land on his trembling thighs, as well as his still tightly wound hand. He wastes no time looking back towards you, needing to see you make a wreck of yourself for him.

“Come for me, (Y/N), please– make a mess, baby.”

You practically mewl as you let yourself go, burying your face in the pillows as you milk yourself for everything you’ve got. You ride out your orgasm on your fingers until you feel a familiar touch helping you remove them slowly.

“Perfect girl, you did so good…”

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Mr. Gallagher and Me

Jim x Reader

Masterlist Playlist Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Summary: Y/n and Jim have their interviews as part of the university's investigation into their relationship, followed by a run-in with Emily. Then, when Y/n doubts their relationship, Jim tries to prove how committed he is. Warnings- a smidge of angst

Mid March “How long have you been involved with Mr. Gallagher?” The woman, her name was Joann, asked, quickly clarifying, “Romantically, of course.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/n picked at her fingernails, keeping her hands clasped in her lap. “About….a year. Yeah, a year.”

Joann scribbled something on the form she was keeping under close guard in a bright red binder. “Okay,” she suspired, “And how did you….” She gestured in a circle with her pen, “Become involved.”

“I asked him out,” Y/n responded without hesitation, willingly neglecting to mention that their agreement had initially been to go out as friends. Sometimes-not that morning-it made her chuckle; one platonic date had somehow led to getting pregnant and looking at houses together.

“And he agreed to go out with a student under his supervision, just like that?” Shit.

With a sigh, she nervously reached for her glass of water on the desk, bringing it to her rosy lips in a slow sip that she hoped would remedy the sudden dryness in her throat. Since a lie by omission hadn’t worked, she’d have to find a way to use the truth. “No,” Y/n took another sip of her water, “We agreed to go out as friends at first. But I never wanted to be friends, so I….invited him back to my apartment.”

“To have sex?” Y/n gasped at her bluntness, though, she supposed that it was pretty obvious that they were in fact very intimate.

“Well, I obviously didn’t suggest it just like that, but it was implied, yes,” she determined firmly. And when Joann asked if Jim had agreed, Y/n’s answer a brief one, and that time, she omitted the bit about actually going back to his place instead that night-it didn’t seem relevant anyway.

“Would you say that there’s a power imbalance in your relationship with Mr. Gallagher?”

“Imbalance?” Y/n scoffed, “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Would you care to elaborate?” Joann sighed, practically trying to siphon anything she could out of her with a cocktail straw, “There have never been any situations where you felt like Mr. Gallagher used his authority over you to control certain aspects of your relationship?”

Sighing heavily, Y/n begrudgingly relented, “Jim and I……I was in a really bad relationship before I came to Ireland. His name is probably in your file,” she gestured to one of the folders next to Joann’s binder, “He was…” Y/n shook her head and furrowed her brows, just as the bitter memories threatened to burn her eyes, “Controlling, and manipulative. There were a lot of things that I wouldn’t have done if we’d stayed together. I actually came here to get away from him," briefly,she glanced down at her lap before looking at Joann again. "The point is, I know what a power imbalance looks like, and there has never been one in my relationship with Jim; he has always been patient and kind and supportive. I don’t think I ever realized what it was like to be in a healthy relationship until we got together.”

After making a few other notes on her page, Joann studied Y/n for a moment, and just when she thought it was over, the smartly dressed HR official asked a question that surprisingly, threw her for a loop; “What was Mr. Gallagher’s reaction to your pregnancy?”

Smoothing her hands over her burgeoning bump, Y/n felt a patter of strong kicks against her palms, the sensation making it hard to restrain her faint smile. But she managed. “He was angry,” she began honestly, “But not because I was-am-pregnant. He was mad because I wasn’t going to tell him, well, I wasn’t gonna tell him that he’s the father. Which was wrong, I get that. But I also didn’t want something like this,” she gestured between herself and the middle aged woman, “To happen. I was trying to protect him. But he didn’t want that and he was mad because he couldn’t stand the thought of me, or our daughter,” she ducked her head for a moment, glancing absently at her stomach, then lifting her head again, “Thinking that he didn’t love us enough to risk it.”

After that, came questions pertaining to their living arrangements and whether or not Jim had been involved in her pregnancy. With complete truthfulness, Y/n responded quickly, eager to just get the interview over with. She hated that their relationship had come under fire, and she hated even more that it was in such a scandalous way. When the interrogation was through, Y/n pushed herself out of the chair, ignoring Joann’s offer to answer any questions that she had, instead eagerly heading for the door.

As expected, Jim was seated in one of the uncomfortable chairs that lined the opposing side of the hallway, with her coat draped on one of his thighs and her handbag settled in his lap. “Hey,” he stood quickly, gathering her things in one arm so he could use his free hand to affectionately cup her cheek, his thumb quickly swiping away a stray tear, “How’d it go? Are you okay?” His concern was overwhelmingly evident and the fact that he cared that much made Y/n want to cry even more.

“Yeah,” Y/n sniffled, relenting easily when Jim’s arm slid over her shoulder and around to the back of her neck so he could pull her in for a hug. “I’m just glad its over, you know?”

“I know, sweetheart,” he kissed the crown of her head, “Now we’ve just gotta wait. It’s gonna be over before you know it.

Sniffing quietly, she circled her arms around his mid, holding him as close as her bump would allow, “I just hope it works out,” she sighed, eventually pulling away so their eyes could meet.

“It will,” he promised, as if he could already tell, and even if he couldn’t Y/n found herself willing to believe Jim anyway. She trusted him. Of course, she was still upset about everything that had happened that morning, especially since some of the more unscrupulous accusations had stuck- she knew that they weren’t true, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t bothered.

How could they accuse him of something like that?

How could they accuse her of something like that?

“Come on,” he eventually encouraged, breaking their embrace in favor of helping Y/n into her coat and then taking her hand to lead her out of the building.

With their fingers laced, they strolled towards the elevator; neither of them thought that it mattered if they hid on campus anymore, anyone that was important knew and they were already in trouble anyway, so it couldn’t possibly get worse. It was actually very freeing, being able to be together without having to look over their shoulders and while Y/n was still terribly scared of what their futures might hold, she was happy that at the very least, they could share little moments without hiding, like regular couples.

The elevator had taken a while before it got to their floor, though, when the doors slid open, Y/n gasped loudly. She’d have actually preferred if it would have taken longer if she’d known she was going to be face to face with her. Inhaling deeply, Y/n took an unconscious step back and she felt Jim’s grip on her hand tighten protectively. “Emily,” she gritted.

“Y/n, Mr. Gallagher,” she nodded to them both, maintaining her usual snark, then, with a purposeful sigh, she inched closer and offered; “You think you’re doing yourself a favor,” she met Y/n’s hardened gaze with sharp, dagger eyes, “But you’re not, this isn’t over yet.”

Before Y/n could respond, Jim was guiding her away from Emily, though not before stepping close to her ear, and hissing angrily, “Yes, it is.” That was all he’d offered, though the venom in his tone was crippling. With that, they stepped into the elevator and simultaneously, Emily stepped out. As they slunk into the elevator, and the doors closed, Jim hit the appropriate button and then asked if she was okay. Y/n had promised that she was, and while it did take a couple more rounds, she was eventually able to placate him.

“They must be interviewing her today too,” Y/n eventually sighed, side stepping closer to Jim so she could lean her head against his side while he brought an arm around the small of her back, “What do you think she’ll say?”

Jim scoffed, “Probably the worst things she can think of.” The entire experience had been so profoundly upsetting that all Y/n could think of was getting home and crawling back into bed, preferably to sleep away the memories of what had felt like a police interrogation. “Hey,” he smoothed his palm over her back as they eventually emerged from the building, after she’d lapsed into contemplative silence once more, “Do you want to talk about what happened up there?”

Y/n sighed, “No? Yes…..I don’t know,” she shook her head and Jim cuddled her closer as the crossed the walkway, headed towards the parking lot, “You’re probably right, it’ll work out,” she bent her head, regarding the wet, weather-worn asphalt as they walked. It had rained all night into the wee hours of that morning, and while the weather had mostly taken a turn for the better, some gray-ish clouds had still lingered and the occasional puddle had them walking in zig-zags.

“Yeah,” he kissed the top of her head, “But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to be upset about it,” Jim sighed, getting his keys out of his coat pocket, he pressed the button that would disengage the alarm and unlock the car. They went to the passenger side first, where Jim opened the door for Y/n and helped her inside. Seconds later, he rounded the car and slipped into his own seat, holding off on starting the car in hopes that she’d open up.

“I just….I know its not true, but I guess it made me think about everything my parents…” But specifically her mother, “Said. She asked…..if I felt like you got me pregnant on purpose. Obviously I said no, and reminded her that you didn’t even want any more kids before this. And then she asked….” Sighing again, Y/n shook her head, “She asked if I got pregnant on purpose to…..make you stay with me and get me favors at the university,” Joann’s words had actually been far more professional but they had pretty much the same meaning.

Picking at the hem of her blouse, Y/n shook her head, “I know that you’re all in and we've talked about this so many times, but you don’t feel like I did this on purpose, right?”

“Of course not!” Shifting in his seat, Jim reached for her face, “I know you and I know you wouldn’t…..baby trap me," he cringed, seeming uncomfortable with the term- or maybe just the thought that she would do that. "Look,” he sighed, “She asked me the same thing; if I thought you got pregnant on purpose and there was no doubt in my mind when I said ‘no.’ I know little Jellybean was an accident,” he chuckled softly and she flashed him a brief, watery smile, “The happiest accident of my life.”

“And you never felt pressured to do….anything that you have for me because of the baby? I know you said you’re excited and we’ve been talking about buying a house and god,” she scoffed, barely keeping her emotions at bay, “You’ve been so amazing. But you’re so nice; I don’t want you to lose everything and then look back on things one day and realize that the only reason you did any of this is because you feel like you had to.”

Licking his lips, Jim’s blue eyes dimmed sympathetically and he used his thumbs to brush her hot tears away. His lips quivered and he seemed at a loss for words at first, until he eventually offered, “Even without this job, I do have everything. I have my kids- all three of them,” he chuckled softly, rousing another smile, “I have the woman I love,” he shrugged, “That’s everything to me.”

“But I just-”

“Shh,” he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Easily, Y/n responded, lifting one hand to cup his neck. “Marry me,” he elicited softly when they broke for air, foreheads still close together.

“What?” She knitted her brows, both confused and startled by his impromptu proposal. She wasn’t even sure if she’d heard him right.

Jim chuckled, pulling away, “I can't think of a better way to show you that I’m choosing our life-not being forced into it- than giving you this ring,” after a moment of rummaging through his pocket, he produced a little, forest green, leather box with a tiny clasp holding it closed, “That I’ve been carrying around everyday since Valentine’s Day.” As she opened her mouth to protest, Jim intervened, “I didn’t buy this ring for just anybody, Y/n. I don’t wanna buy a house or have a baby with just anybody. Marry me, let me show you that I mean that, everyday.”

Sniffling, she nodded, “I’d love to marry you.” When Jim flicked the box open, revealing a stunning, elegantly dainty ring, she gasped. It was the most beautiful engagement ring she’d ever seen; an oval diamond fitted to thin, gold, Celtic diamond encrusted bands. With shaking hands, he slipped the ring onto the appropriate finger, the cool metal making her skin tingle. “I…..” She sighed, gaze flickering between the ring and Jim while a flood of conflicting emotions overwhelmed her. Y/n was overjoyed to be engaged, she was still scared for their future at Trinity and now she was both embarrassed and frustrated with herself for doubting Jim once again. It wasn’t fair that she kept doubting him, not when he’d been nothing short of a product of her wildest dreams. “Ugh,” she sniffed, and Jim once again reached over to brush her tears away, “I’m sorry I keep….” Y/n shook her head and rolled her bleary eyes, “I keep doubting you. It must be so annoying,” she scoffed, still upset with herself, “I’m acting like such a baby.”

Leaning across, Jim kissed both of her tear stained cheeks before capturing her lips, “You’re not,” he promised, “Its been a rough few weeks and the way you feel could never be annoying to me.”

Y/n chortled softly through the tears, “I swear its the baby’s fault,” then, when Jim laughed off her comment, Y/n took a moment to let the events of the last fifteen minutes or so sink in, a brighter smile creeping to her cheeks, “We’re getting married,” she laughed.

Jim grinned broadly, “We are,” he caught her lips again in an impassioned endearment, “Why don’t we go for lunch to celebrate, whatever you want.”

“Uh….pizza?” She suggested, without even giving it a second thought.

“You wanna celebrate getting engaged with pizza?” He chuckled, eventually settling into his seat and getting the car started, “We had pizza last night,” and the day before, for lunch- Jellybean had recently decided that pizza was the only thing worth eating.

Pouting as she got her seat belt buckled, Y/n glanced over at Jim, “We can get something else, you’re probably sick of it.”

“Eh,” he shook his shoulders, smoothly backing out of the parking spot then shifting gears before turning towards the exit, “I did say whatever you wanted,” and maintaining one hand on the wheel, Jim reached over and touched the top of her stomach, “And my girls want pizza, so we’re having pizza.”

Laughing softly, she shook her head, the worries she’d had earlier slowly fading to the back of her mind. They’d still creep out every now and then, until she and Jim were given the concrete results of the investigation, but in that moment, Y/n much preferred just enjoying the rest of their day as a newly engaged couple.

After a very full day, and an evening spent at a local restaurant with his kids to announce their engagement, Y/n and Jim had opted to retire earlier than usual that night. Though, the prospect of sleep, despite the two of them being bone tired, was not immediate; she still wanted to video call with Elaine to share the exciting news and Jim had been adamant on upholding his promise to read to their daughter every night- that night, they were on chapter three of Black Beauty.

As Jim laid propped on his elbow, face close to her stomach and glasses slid down to his nose a bit, he held the book open in front of him, occasionally reeling it in closer to his chest so he could lean over and kiss her stomach. Meanwhile Y/n was slouched against a mass of pillows packed against the headboard, her phone resting on the swell of her cute bump as she waited for Elaine to pick up the call.

“Hey mama!” She beamed as she answered, and by the looks of her background, Y/n could tell that her friend was sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen of the apartment that they formerly shared, “What’s up? I saw your text about big news when I was about to leave the hospital.

“Oh it’s nothing,” Y/n waved dramatically, ensuring the camera picked up on her subtle- but still obvious- show of the gorgeous ring. “I just-”

“Wait,” Elaine cut her off, “Was that a rock on your finger? Let me see it!” She demanded enthusiastically. Biting back a fit of bubbly laughter, Y/n raised her left hand in front of the phone, properly displaying her engagement ring that time. “Oh. My. God!” Elaine squealed after a few seconds spent staring at it, “No way, No. Way! When? How? Where? Tell me everything.” Shifting against the pillows to get more comfortable, all while Jim read softly, with his lips close to her stomach, Y/n threaded her fingers through his hair while recounting the story to Elaine.

The more she thought about it, the more Y/n adored Jim’s proposal- with the exception of her spell of insecurity towards the beginning- it was everything she could want in a proposal. Quiet, casual and private. No fuss, no people around them clapping and asking if they wanted pictures taken, no huge grand gesture that cost way too much, just Jim promising to love her for the rest of their lives and her, saying that she’d do the same.

“Ugh,” Elaine moaned and pouted, “That is so cute! Is he there? Don’t lie to me, I can hear him reading,” she teased, and laughing softly, Y/n turned the phone so Elaine could talk to Jim, “Hi baby daddy!”

Jim chuckled, propping himself a little higher on his elbow while resting the book, open to his current page, face down on the bed behind him. “Hi Lainey,” he grinned, shaking his head, “You’d think I’d be more than ‘baby daddy’ after today.”

“Oh no, you’ve gotta marry her first. Then maybe, I’ll reconsider. But you did good with the ring,” she praised,

“Thanks,” he laughed. They didn’t talk for very long, but as usual, it was nice knowing that two people that were so important to her could get along so easily, When Y/n turned the phone back, She and Elaine chatted for a while again, before something in the background beeped, presumably the oven, and Y/n yawed, a tell tale sign that it was time to shut everything off. They said good byes and exchanged ‘I love you’s and by the time they were through and Y/n was shifting to put her phone down, Jim was also marking the page of his book.

“I think she likes this one,” he noted causally, kissing her bump before scooting up towards his pillow.

“She likes everything that you read to her,” Y/n giggled, still propped against the mass of pillows behind her. Then, smoothing her hands over her stomach, she added, “She just loves hearing her daddy.”

Jim grinned broadly, “She’s a daddy’s girl already- I love it.” When she started sifting lower, Jim helped her get her collection of pillows organized; a couple under her head, one framing her stomach and another between her legs, joking at some point that there were more pillows on the bed than people.

“She needs a name,” he declared after they’d turned off the lights and got settled in their usual spooning position; her back pressed to his chest when one of his arms remained draped over her middle.

“She has a name,” Y/n noted sleepy, resting one hand over his.

“We call her Jellybean. She needs a real name…..like Eleanor.”

“Or Sarah,” Y/n countered. She actually hadn’t given very much thought to a name since she’d gotten pregnant, but always had a few names stowed away in her mind that she simply liked– none of them was Eleanor.

Jim emitted a soft sound of disagreement, “Or…..something that’s not Sarah.”

Y/n scoffed through a yawn, “You don’t like Sarah?”

“Well, it doesn’t exactly sound like you like Eleanor.”

“Touche,” she chortled softly, yawning, "I am too tired to talk about this,” Y/n declared not long after, shutting her eyes. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he kissed the back of her head, then added, “Goodnight Eleanor.”

“Jim!” Y/n warned firmly, eyes still shut.

She could hear his grin when he corrected himself, “Fine. Goodnight Jellybean.”

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