#Ray's Requests

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

For your ask game ~ 📖 🦉 🔞

Worth the Risk - Jack Delroy/Reader

Warnings: Female reader, no use of Y/N, making out, almost fully clothed grinding, clothed fingering, bit of exhibition/voyeurism, vaginal sex.

Wordcount: 6317

Summary: He'd given you his card, invited you to the studio with the promise of a good time, and the show had been amazing for sure, but did the night really have to end once the cameras turned off?

Notes: I really wanted to write this the other day but I was too sleepy and went to bed early y'know like a baby 😖 anyways I've been wanting to do a sequel to Susceptible since I first posted it and somehow it ended up even longer so this is for you hehe hope you enjoy~ 💗💗💗

Wait for me by the back entrance at 11:00 Phil will let you in JD

You don’t know how many times you’d looked at the card he handed you since that night, but the corners were starting to bend and the pen marks were beginning to smudge, just a little. You forced yourself to leave it be as you checked your appearance one last time, the mirror by the front door to your apartment offering its final encouragement as you decided there was nothing left you could do to delay your departure before you were late. As soon as you were out the door you had to resist the urge to sprint, your heels sending muffled echoes down the hall as you headed straight for the elevator, a kindly old woman holding it for you with a smile. 

You had the sense to call a cab early so you wouldn’t have to risk waiting and missing your 11PM deadline, the car stalling right outside the door as you waved to the driver and got inside. ‘Fiske Studios, please,’ you tell him, the small building owned by a branch of UBC now very well known thanks to a certain Mr. Midnight. Your leg bounced the entire way there, the card once again in your hands as you stared out the window, neighbourhoods giving way to open city streets, more cars circling around you like a school of fish. You hated driving in the city, it was the main reason why you dedicated so much of your paycheck to cabs, but tonight you were starting to wish you’d driven yourself as you hit the tenth red light in a row.

The driver sensed your anxiousness as you bit your lip for just a split second before your purse was opened and your lipstick was uncapped, the tiny mirror in your hand reassuring you that it’d be fine, you looked great, it was an easy fix. ‘Hot date tonight?’ he asked over his shoulder, his voice startling you a little as you snapped the mirror shut again.

‘Uh, going to a live show, actually,’ you said cautiously, avoiding a yes or no to his question; it’d be too presumptuous to say yes, but god if you didn’t want to hope. ‘I’m meeting a few friends there, don’t wanna be late and all.’

‘Oh, well, girl’s gotta have some fun on a Friday night, I guess,’ he said as he looked you over in the rearview, your coat pulled a little tighter over your shoulders as you forced a smile and tried not to look to disgusted; this was yet another reason why you were so fond of Jack Delroy, he’d never make you feel that way, what with him being such a gentleman and all.

The memory of the night you met made you shiver briefly as the hallucination flashed through your mind again, the false feeling of his hands on you having haunted you all week. You sucked in a very long breath through your nose as you willed the pink to leave your cheeks again, the last thing you needed right now was this guy seeing you get covered in goosebumps and assume it was because of what he’d said. You actually hadn’t been able to watch Night Owls since that night, feeling almost guilty about it even though there was no way he would know you hadn’t seen all the exciting things he’d been talking about. You’d tried last night, but as soon as the wall had opened and he’d strolled on out with that smile and his eyes instantly finding the camera you’d become a right mess way too fast and had to turn it off again, your heart pounding and your legs pressed uncomfortably tight together just at the sight of him.

Goddamn you Carmichael Haig.

The studio came into view with the latest turn and you readied yourself to get out, money already in hand by the time the car had stopped. The bill was settled and you stepped out into the cool night air, cutting off the driver’s wish for you to have a good night with the slamming of the door, and you took a look around and tried to guess which way would lead to the back door he’d mentioned. You waited until the car was out of sight, pretending to see your ‘friends’ so it wouldn’t look like you were about to walk down a dark alley by yourself, another deep breath exhaled sharply as you summoned up all of your courage and headed to the right.

It was a large alley, big enough for a car to drive down and reach the parking lot out back, which thankfully held just as many people walking about as the front did. A lot of them favoured a large, metal door up a tiny flight of stairs, keycards flashed to unlock it before it was held open for several people at a time, everyone helping each other in the most efficient of ways. You had no idea which one Phil was supposed to be, and if you waited too long you might get pinned as a fan trying to sneak in, so the next time someone approached the area you were lurking in you got the card back out and held it out to him.

‘Um, I’m supposed to find Phil?’ you said uncertainly, the man looking you over before taking the card. ‘Ja- Mr. Delroy told me to meet him here.’

‘How’d you meet Jack?’ he asked, clearly recognizing the handwriting but wanting to be certain all the same as he handed it back to you.

‘At Carmichael Haig’s show, we got to talk for a little bit,’ you explained, your nerves starting to rise the longer you were out there, the paranoia that you wouldn’t be able to get in starting to rise in your chest.

‘Ohhh, so you’re the one he was telling Gus about,’ the man said with a grin, your back straightening at the very thought of Jack talking about you with anyone, let alone with someone in a public place. ‘Yeah, he told me to expect someone, I’ll take you up there now if you help me carry something, save me a trip?’

You agreed to his terms, the man apparently being Phil as he shook your hand and handed you the box he was balancing on one arm as you talked. He quickly jogged back to his car to grab another box before returning to you, the door held open for you both as you squeezed past another employee and followed him through the maze of hallways and way too many doors to count. The studio itself was actually on the second floor, the first dedicated to offices and meeting rooms and other businessy things, the elevator able to just barely let you both cram inside as everyone got ready for the taping.

‘Is it always this hectic?’ you asked before you realized you were even opening your mouth, Phil just laughing and adjusting his box.

‘Every single night.’

Once the elevator had pinged and the doors had slid open, Phil then led you through a few more hallways until he pushed through a locked STAFF ONLY door, even more people on the other side, although there was more to the area back here, your eyes widening when it hit you that this was the back of Jack’s set. Phil noticed your excitement and set his box down on the nearest table, taking yours in another swift movement before motioning towards the slightly ajar wall panel; the audience’s seats were just in view through the crack, some people already coming in and finding their spots, and you were just in the middle of wondering if you should attempt finding an empty one when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

‘Quite the view, isn’t it?’

You turned to see Jack standing behind you, a look of pure bliss on his face as he watched the band get ready, Gus talking to someone and going over scripts off to the right, the few audience members chatting with each other as they guessed what they’d see that night. He truly loved this job, you could tell he did even after doing it for so many years, and seeing him so in love only made you love him even more. He looked down at you then, a fondness in his eyes as he gave your shoulder a squeeze and led you around back, a little tour before you had to leave him.

‘I’m glad you came,’ he admitted as you took everything in, everyone shifting their gaze towards the both of you as long as they thought they could get away with it. ‘Been looking forward to tonight all week, what did you think of the lineup?’

‘I, uh-’ you trailed off as he pulled you out of the way of a staff member carrying the requested items for tonight’s guest, your coat suddenly feeling way too warm to still be wearing inside. ‘I missed out on them, actually, been a busy week,’ you lied, avoiding his face as your cheeks lit up; you were not about to tell him that it was because looking at him made you remember how he’d felt pressed up against your waist, even if it was fake.

A shiver ran up your spine as you then realized that the heat against your back very much wasn’t however.

‘I’ll have to tell you all about it later, don’t want you missing out on anything,’ he said with a grin, your lips trembling as you tried to keep your smile from getting any bigger. There was no way he’d actually do that, he had to be too busy to entertain you when the PMs turned to AMs, but it was a nice thought indeed.

‘I’d like that,’ you admitted either way, happy to live in the fantasy for just a little bit at least.

‘Jack!’ someone called from just out of sight, a curly-haired man in sunglasses hunting him down with expert precision as he hurried over. ‘Gus just told me you’ve been saving seats all week, you wanna explain why that is?’

‘And there’s my cue,’ he whispers in your ear before using your shoulders to turn you and guide you back to the slit in the wall. ‘Middle front row, furthest left seat,’ he whispered before pushing you to the other side, his attention turned to his producer as he descended upon him for losing them money. You listened for just a second before it hit you that you were there, you were really there, your mouth dropping open as you slowly spun to check out the Night Owls set. People were whispering about who you might be but you didn’t care, not leaving until you heard Gus clear his throat and ask what you were doing.

‘Finding my seat,’ you mumbled, although maybe it had come out as nonsense in your delighted stupor, you couldn’t be sure at the moment.

‘Okay, do you have a ticket?’ he asked, still so polite even though he was very much confused. You just held up the card again, your eyes going higher as you stared at all the lights. ‘I see, so you’re the one he’s been waiting for, right this way.’

The one he’s been waiting for? Clearly you must’ve misheard, Jack Delroy couldn’t possibly have been that excited for you, you’d only spoken for maybe five minutes, tops.

Gus led you to your seat and you instantly sank into it, a 40 minute wait still ahead of you but it felt like no time at all as the rows all filled up and people slowly stopped walking across the set to prepare. On either side of you, cameramen took their places and lined up their shots, the blue screen of the viewfinder catching your attention as you couldn’t help but see what they saw. Gus got himself ready by the band, who were all tuned up and ready to go, and when midnight hit and Gus started calling out that night’s guests, you couldn’t help but bite your lip again as Jack’s name was announced and the wall opened up again to reveal him.

He’d been right, it was an incredible show, his presence so much more overwhelming as you could only focus on him no matter who he stood or sat beside. Every single one of his jokes landed, every eccentric wave of his hands drew you in without fail, and every single smile he shot your way when you laughed only confirmed more and more that you were genuinely glad you came. He tried to talk to you during the breaks but each time he’d been interrupted either by one of his co-workers or someone in the audience ready to snatch up his attention, Jack too polite to refuse either, although it was honestly starting to make you a little jealous.

Before you knew it, his hour had passed and he was saying goodbye, your chest deflating as he was played out again along with his final guest, your hands a little numb as you gave him his well deserved applause. You didn’t want to get up and leave as the rest of the people around you did without hesitation, a chorus of yawns starting to infect everyone like a virus now that it was officially bedtime. You were rooted to the spot, hands clasped in your lap as you wondered if it’d be too presumptuous to assume that maybe he’d come back out again when everyone was gone, wish you your own personal goodnight, people staring again as you waited until you accepted that you’d fulfilled his request, there was no need to stay now.

‘Oh good, you’re still here,’ Jack panted as he jogged over to you, a sheen on his cheeks and forehead from the excitement of the night mixed in with the hot stage lights, ‘I was worried you’d leave when Leo grabbed me just now.’ 

‘I’m in no hurry,’ you told him as you stood, your clasped hands hiding behind your back so he wouldn’t see you fidgeting. ‘It was a great show, I had a lot of fun tonight.’

His smile turned from Showman Jack to Genuine Jack at that, your ability to always tell coming in handy yet again as you tried to hide your blush by tucking your hair behind your ear. ‘I take it you had a more enjoyable time with me than at Haig’s, then?’ he asked, your blushing deepening at his choice of words.

‘I did, yeah.’ Everyone was packing up for the night around you, no one giving you a passing glance as the desire to get home and sleep overtook their curiosity, and when he stifled a yawn you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty at keeping him. ‘All good things must come to an end though, I suppose; I should really get heading back, it’ll be a nightmare to find a cab this late.’ You didn’t want to go, but you also didn’t want to press your luck either, and maybe you’d get another invitation to another show, who knew?

‘I could give you a ride, if you wanted,’ he offered, completely catching you off guard as your eyes widened for a second in surprise. ‘Or, if you’re truly a night owl like me, you’d prefer to join me for a drink? I always grab one after a show, can’t sleep otherwise.’

You swallowed, mouth cotton dry as you went over his offer in your head a few times; was he asking you out on a date? He had to have been, who else went out to get a drink together at 1AM other than people on dates, right? ‘Yeah, a drink sounds great,’ you finally managed to squeak out, the corners of his eyes scrunching when he smiled before offering his arm for you to take, a true gentleman. He led you back through the labyrinth until you reached the parking lot, his car parked in a spot with his name plastered against the wall behind it, most of the other cars already gone now that their owners were free.

His car was simple, nothing too flashy like someone else in his position would own, the seats worn on the inside and telling you that he must’ve had it for many years. You tried not to look too nervous as he unlocked his door and let himself in, his long body stretching across the front so he could unlock the passenger side as well; an old car indeed, he was taking very good care of it for it to still look that good. You thanked him as you sat down and shut the door, the smell of his cologne stealing your breath away as you were surrounded by purely him, the faint smell of smoke mixing in with it, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried not to look too obvious.

He shot you a glance as he clicked his seatbelt into place, the noise making you come back to your senses and do the same so he could start driving. There were quite a few bars around there, some late night diners as well, and you grew more and more confused as he drove by all of them without a word. By the time you left the city and started to head towards a more residential area, you were starting to wonder if you were going for a drink at all, not remembering ever telling him where you lived, of course this neighborhood was much too nice, maybe you should be flattered if he thought you lived around here.

‘Are we still��?’ you tried to ask, your question dying out as he then turned into the driveway of a very nice but modestly sized house, all the lights off inside telling you that no one was home. He didn’t turn off the engine though, his eyes on the wheel before he turned to you, a hopeful something in his eyes that mirrored your own.

‘Would you like to come inside? Or should we try calling that cab?’ he asked you gently, giving you the choice of what you wanted to do now that you knew where you’d be drinking, your heart thumping a little faster as you adjusted the strap of your purse and flashed him the most confident smile you could muster.

‘You did promise to tell me all about the shows I miss,’ you reminded him, Jack’s smile softening as he agreed with a, ‘Yes I did.’ The engine shut off and you both exited the car, the night air making you shiver as you held your coat a little tighter over your arms. He noticed immediately, his suit jacket draped over you before you could confirm or deny you wanted it, heat spreading throughout you as the scent of his cologne hit you even harder. You wrapped yourself up in it, face tucked into the collar as you headed for his front door, always a few steps behind until he unlocked the door and pushed it open, allowing you to go in first.

It was a modest place, decorated more cozily than anything, and you felt right at home as you stepped inside and took a look around; the walls held photos of family and friends, his coworkers and people he’d met through Night Owls spaced out around them, the surfaces of every table and shelf decorated with something and filling the space while also feeling sparse. Cozy was definitely the right word, but it also felt like a bachelor pad in the way he’d left clothes draped over the back of the couch, how the kitchen was pristinely clean from rare use based on the amount of menus he’d collected into the holder by his phone, and the dedicated minibar off in the corner so he could entertain guests.

He headed there now as you observed your surroundings, his voice breaking your thoughts as he asked you to pick your poison. You gave him your desired drink request, Jack’s eyes shining as he located the bottle amongst the plethora of them in his reserve, whisky placed next to it as he located a couple of glasses next. ‘Ice?’ he asked casually as he poured both drinks, you kindly refusing as he grabbed a couple for himself. The ice crackled in his glass as he returned, the sound pleasant to you and filling the air as he handed you your drink. ‘I’d offer you a seat at the table, but my back is killing me tonight, if you’d rather join me on the couch?’

What a liar, you could always tell when he was acting. You accepted anyways, pretending to buy into it as you both took opposite ends of the old leather couch situated in front of his fireplace. The cushions creaked underneath as you sat down, Jack letting out a sigh that didn’t sound fake as he relaxed, his body sinking right in before he took a sip and turned to look at you. You blushed and looked away, focusing on your glass as you swirled the contents around, now wishing for ice since watching it would be a good distraction.

You’d been so focused on his home that it was starting to dawn on you that you were in his home, on his couch, drinking his liquor, his focus on nothing and no one other than you. ‘Dreamer, here, awake,’ you whispered softly under your breath, remembering what Haig had said to snap you out of it and needing to make sure this wasn’t just another dream.

‘What was that?’

Oh god, it wasn’t a dream, you were really here, and his arm was now on the back of the couch, casually reaching towards you as he tilted his head to the side with an amused grin. 

‘So, how did the shows that I missed go?’ you quickly choked out, Jack chuckling at how your voice sounded way more broken than you’d wanted before downing the rest of his drink and setting the empty glass on the coffee table in front of him.

‘Well, on Monday I got to interview someone about his upcoming play, so that was interesting,’ he began, his body turned more towards you as he spoke. ‘On Tuesday, we had a man who sailed halfway around the world and narrowly survived being shipwrecked, and he read us an excerpt from his captain’s log, which he revealed he’ll be turning into a book to preserve the memories of his shipmates.’ He slid a little down the leather, genuine interest in his eyes as he spoke, that another thing you loved about him. ‘Wednesday was Game Night, as you know, and one of our audience members managed to win the jackpot and gave us a victory dance to celebrate. Gus tried to attempt it and fell on his ass, so everyone made me try it and I nearly crashed into my stage, everyone had a lot of fun that night.

His voice started to soften as he moved a little closer, your body frozen in both awe at what you’d missed and also the sight of him starting to fill up your entire view, your drink forgotten in your hands.

‘And then on Thursday we took a call from a man who thought he had superpowers, can you believe that? He truly believed he got them from another dimension, so fascinating.’ He was just about to slide over the middle cushion, your legs pressing tightly together so you wouldn’t touch him on accident, your lip worried between your teeth again. ‘I asked him to come on the show, but he hung up, I hope he calls again next week.’ His arm was completely behind you you finally noticed as his thumb brushed against your shoulder just enough for you to feel it over your coat and his suit jacket, the heat of both starting to make you sweat as he stayed just outside your personal space, ever the gentleman as he waited for you to tell him to back up. 

You didn’t, your tongue darting out and tasting your lipstick as you glanced to the side, seeing just enough of him to know that he didn’t look dangerous, or overly sexual like your fantasy had been, his actual expression one of wonder as he remained just out of reach. You felt like you had to comment on his week, say something in response to what he was telling you but you couldn’t, the sound of his thumb running over the fabric directly in your ear as you finally took your first sip.

‘Sounds like I missed a lot,’ you eventually said, Jack nodding and shifting as he got comfier, the movement sending him a little closer to you. ‘Maybe you should invite me back again, I could probably make time for that.’

‘I’ll have to see if I can get you an actual ticket this time, then, Leo was very unhappy I snuck you in.’ His voice was so low as you took another, bigger sip, his arm sliding off the back of the couch and just barely resting against the very bottom of your neck.

‘Is that what that was? I’ll be sure to use the front door next time.’ Another sip, his other hand in plain sight on his thigh as it traveled down towards you. 

‘I think I’d prefer to escort you in myself, so you don’t get lost, it’s like a maze in there.’ You watched his hand just barely touch the hem of his jacket, a soft hum leaving his throat as his eyes half-lidded. ‘You look good in this, I might have to let you borrow it more often.’

‘You assume I’ll need it again? How presumptuous of you,’ you joked in an attempt to keep things light, but it fell flat as you looked at him while you said it, his expression rendering you speechless in seconds. Now that you were facing him he couldn’t resist the urge to touch your cheek, his fingertips just barely brushing against you and making you shut your eyes as you tried to lean against them, the contact causing shivers to run down your spine at how incredibly gentle it was.

‘I really am glad you came tonight,’ he whispered as he leaned in, breath soft against your face as you both held off from closing the gap, ‘god, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’

You nearly dropped the glass, Jack placing his hand over yours to make sure you didn’t before taking it away entirely. ‘Y-you’re just telling me what I wanna hear,’ you repeated from your fantasy, Jack leaning away to set the glass down before letting his forehead rest against your own.

‘Is it working?’

You grabbed onto his tie and pulled him into you, your mouths crashing together as you kissed him with all the need of someone who’d wanted this for years. He braced himself on the back of the couch as you leaned against the arm, your body arching up as he rearranged how he was sitting to kneel over you. He wasn’t as forward as your fantasy, which was understandable considering you knew very well that he’d only acted the exact way you wanted, but instead you discovered that he was slow, making as many points of contact as he could while giving you space. He was obsessed with kissing away the rest of your lipstick but he never tried to take more than you were giving him, your bodies still too far apart as he caressed you.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he repeated as his hand left your jaw to travel down to your hip, not to hold down or make you keen but just to feel the soft curve of your body; he was committing you to memory, tracing over each wrinkle in the fabric, each place that made you squirm just a little.

‘Jack…’ you sighed as he pushed both coats aside to gently kiss at your neck, small things that made you want beyond the sweetness, the love. ‘Don’t make me wait anymore, please…’

He pressed a single kiss to your jaw at that, sitting back just enough so he could look at your face. You turned away, embarrassed by your neediness, but he turned you back to him with only a whisper of a touch, a plea instead of a command. ‘How long have you been waiting?’ he asked, lips hovering just above yours, pulling away when you tried to close the gap.

‘Years.’

He kissed you again, a little rougher this time as his own need was made clear, his body shifting down until he was laying himself on top of you, and for however real your fantasy had felt, it was fucking nothing compared to the weight of him pressing pure want directly into your waist. It made you gasp how good he felt, your legs spreading until your skirt wouldn’t stretch any further, the desire to hike it up all the way so you could feel him a little better making you almost actually do it. It was him who made that move when he felt you struggling, your legs pressed into his almost uncomfortably, and he placed his hands at the hem and waited for your okay, not wanting to do anything without your permission.

What a fucking gentleman.

You nodded and he lifted your skirt, your back arching off the couch so it could be bunched up, your underwear on display just the smallest amount before your skirt was let go. That small amount made him blush, his lips parting as he then palmed himself to ease the strain of his own clothes, his nice suit pulled taut over his dick as he kneaded. It made you want him even more, the fantasies of seeing him like that deciding to play like the world’s longest and lewdest film in your mind, reminding you of every single thing you wanted to do to him, what you wanted him to do to you.

‘I want to feel you,’ you told him, his eyes fluttering shut like the quicktalking showman Mr. Midnight couldn’t handle a bit of dirty talk; he was so cute it almost hurt as he moved his hand aside for you, granting you access to the space while he tried to undo his belt. You rubbed him over his pants, listening to the sounds he was making and letting your desire grow with each one, and when his belt was undone and his zipper was down you tugged just his pants over his hips just enough to show off his bulge a little better. It strained over the opening, the sight so tantalizing that you’d risk staying hypnotized forever if this really was just another dream, his body laying down over yours again as you wrapped your leg around him.

He started to grind against you, the fantasy definitely not doing him justice as a sinful heat warmed you up in an instant, the coats much too hot as you tried to strip them both off. He helped you but didn’t stop moving, each thrust just enough to create the best friction you’d ever experienced. There was no audience this time, no one to risk ruining this for you, and you took full advantage of that as you let out a deviously loud moan when he rubbed against you just right. 

‘God…’ he panted into your neck, hips moving just a little faster, and it felt good but it wasn’t what you wanted, not entirely. You reached down between where your bodies touched to try and get a hold of his boxers, your nails catching over the waistband just out of reach. He felt your attempts and knew what you were trying to do, his face unsure even though he still couldn’t stop. ‘Are you sure?’ he needed to know, his hips finally stilling for the most part, your eyes watering with how much you meant it as you told him yes. He groaned as he reached between your legs, feeling your wetness seeping through your panties as you moved against him, your head instantly falling back.

The sounds you let out were indecent, he wasn’t even inside you yet and he was making you fall apart just because it was him who was doing this, his fingers rewriting your brain and telling you that you’d never be able to get off on just your imagination ever again. He played with you as his other hand pushed his boxers down the rest of the way, his dick falling free and making him hiss as he gave himself a few strokes, the sound getting you to look up. Your legs twitched as you almost came just from the sight alone, his eyes shut tight as his head lolled to the side, his impressive length looking even bigger in his hand as he got himself ready.

As soon as he felt your eyes on him he locked onto you, his big, showman smile showing a little more teeth than usual as he let you watch, his own sounds almost addicting as he let you know exactly how good his own hand felt. Between the sight and his hands making the both of you feel good, you didn’t know how much more you could take of this before you were shoving him down, Jack sensing your desperation and leaning back over you. He pulled aside your panties and rubbed you a couple more times before pressing his waist against yours, spreading your wetness along the underside of his shaft, grinding against you this way until you were practically begging him to do more, please.

He chuckled at your reaction before taking himself in hand again, spreading it even more before holding himself up to your entrance, one last chance to back out. You made sure to lock eyes with him as you grabbed his tie and pulled him down to you once more, your mouth falling open as he pushed deep inside of you the more you pulled. You didn’t stop until you were full, the two of you panting into each other's mouth before he started to move, both of your legs wrapping around him this time as you tried to take him even deeper.

It was hot, you were sweating, you could see the sheen on his cheeks and forehead again as he suffered in the almost entirety of his suit versus your outfit, and you helped him relieve some of his suffering as you started to unbutton his shirt. You shoved it off one shoulder before he was tearing it off of himself and tossing it away, your own shirt pushed up to reveal a heaving stomach, muscles working hard under the flesh as he thrust into you, your body unable to move with him thanks to the arm of the couch keeping you in place.

It ensured he always hit the deepest part of you since your body couldn’t shift away, one of your hands on your stomach while the other took his own and placed it on your chest. He began to knead you over your bra, it soon out of the way as he yanked it down and wrapped his mouth around a nipple, his motions speeding up a bit as you tangled your now free hand into his hair. ‘You feel so good,’ you couldn’t stop yourself from saying then, starting to get overstimulated, and at your words he jerked a little erratically, like it’d made him stumble. ‘You- you were so handsome tonight, did so well, I couldn’t stop staring at you…’

He was moaning nonsense into your chest as you praised him, something about what you were saying making him fall apart; his head rested against you as he rutted into you with wild abandon, your hands just holding him there as you kept whispering what he wanted to hear. You meant it, every word, but to know that this much was making him practically whine against you was also addicting, needing him to know everything you felt for him, how proud you were of him, how you’d never be able to feel anyone but him for the rest of your life.

‘Come inside me, make me yours, I want to be yours,’ you pleaded, Jack grasping at you like a drowning man grasps at his saviour, a few more thrusts making your head fall back before he did just that. His hips jutted a few more times as warmth filled your insides, the sensation mixed with his broken gasps bringing you over the edge as well, his nails digging into your flesh where he held you, your hands thoroughly messing up his perfectly styled hair. When he was done he collapsed against you, his weight once again so incredibly nice as he pinned you against the cushions, the leather sticking to your skin and keeping you very much in place.

‘If I’m too heavy-’ he started to say before he shifted and cut himself off with a whine, his attempts to get up thwarted immediately.

‘You’re not,’ you reassured him, your fingers attempting to straighten his hair back into place, a small courtesy for him letting you grab him so hard in the first place. ‘We can just… stay a while.’

‘Do you wanna risk that? I might fall asleep on you like this,’ he asked like it’d be a bad thing; what a gentleman.

‘I think that’d be worth the risk,’ you told him as you kissed his forehead, Jack reaching up to cup your cheek before gathering all his strength to kiss you goodnight.

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If you're still taking requests, could we see you draw some of your favourite sea creatures?

How could I refuse?

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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE are locked in the basement

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I was the one who made reader have a you her sibling they take care of, just saying, it was so amazing. I love it:D. I have another request. This one was a bit weird and rushed cause like I'm a sleepover with two of my cousins so

Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Art the Clown, Stu Matcher, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Michael, Billy Lenz, Pinhead, Tiffany (if you write for her) Charles/Chucky, Bo, Vincent, Lester, Brahms. If you want to add more or get rid of some it's okay. But you can either have it platonic of them being a younger sibling or child (adopted or not) going to a sleepover. Maybe sneaking out to it. They go to find out where they are and find them in a house and they are being loud, laughing, and just being kids

If you don't do platonic (cause I can't remember if you do or don't) then do it romantically and just like the same thing. You can change things if you that helps and sorry about this. But, the request I first made and you did, it was a great and made me smile cause I didn't expect it so thanks for that

slashers reactions to their younger sibling reader sneaking out to a sleepover ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Billy Loomis & Sibling! Reader, Bubba Sawyer & Sibling! Reader, Art the Clown & Sibling! Reader, Stu Macher & Sibling! Reader, Thomas Hewitt & Sibling! Reader, Jason Voorhees & Sibling! Reader, Michael Myers & Sibling! Reader, Billy Lenz & Sibling! Reader, Pinhead & Sibling! Reader, Tiffany Valentine & Sibling! Reader, Charles Lee Ray/Chucky & Sibling! Reader, Bo Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Vincent Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Lester Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Brahms Heelshire & Sibling! Reader

NOTE: Hope you enjoyed this! I could imagine so many of them struggling to hold back but ultimately wanting to let you just be a kid and have fun. Thank you so much for this request; it was a blast to write!

BILLY LOOMIS

You’ve managed to sneak out quietly, thinking Billy won’t notice because he’s engrossed in a movie marathon.

But within half an hour, he realizes you’re gone and his “big sibling” instincts kick in.

He shows up at the house with that intense, unblinking stare that could stop anyone mid-laugh.

Who do you think you are, sneaking out like this?

He’s relieved (and slightly embarrassed) to see you just goofing off with friends.

Pretends to be unimpressed when you’re caught off guard.

He’ll let you stay—for now—

With the most deadpan expression, muttering,

“You could’ve just told me.”

But he’s not about to let you get away with it.

Once you’re back home, he’s the silent-but-deadly type. Just know you’re grounded.

BUBBA SAWYER

Bubba panics the minute he realizes you’re gone, running through the house and making distressed sounds as he searches for you.

He's going to family members and pointing to where your things should be.

The whole family tries to calm him down, but he’s inconsolable until he finds a clue leading him to the sleepover house.

When he tracks you down, he’s so relieved he doesn’t know what to do.

Seeing you safe and having fun brings tears to his eyes.

He’ll probably sit outside the house, just quietly waiting for you to finish.

If you notice him, he might wave shyly or even try to make himself “invisible.”

ART THE CLOWN

Oh, Art knows you’ve snuck out, and he’s amused.

He’s both delighted to have a reason to check in and irritated that you thought you could get away with this.

Appears at the sleepover out of nowhere, scaring the life out of anyone who notices him lurking outside.

Watches silently, only making himself known to you with that twisted grin of his, waving as if to say, “Caught you!”

Doesn't stop you from having fun but does make it clear that he knows—and will remember.

Expect creepy antics as payback when you get home.

STU MACHER

Stu probably wasn’t paying enough attention to notice you sneaking out right away, but once he does..

He's MAD.

Once he finds the house, he’s too tempted not to sneak around and scare the shit out of all of you.

Might throw a pebble at the window to get your attention and then give you a dramatic pout, mouthing,

“How could you leave me out?”

When you get home, he’ll give you a long (and playful) guilt trip about how you left him to "suffer".

THOMAS HEWITT

Notices you’re missing right away.

Thomas doesn’t like you out of his sight, so he feels uneasy, imagining the worst.

He follows you quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

When he spots you through the window, safe and laughing, he stops, taking a deep breath of relief.

Watches you with a slight smile, just relieved to see you having fun.

He’s happy that you’re being a normal kid and knows better than to interrupt that.

Will probably leave you alone and probably won't bring it up, ever.

He would definitely prefer if you let him know though.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason’s heart drops when he notices you’re not in your usual spot, and he’s anxious as he starts tracking you down.

He’s relieved to see you laughing and safe with friends.

Stays outside or hidden, keeping a protective eye.

He doesn’t want to interrupt but also doesn’t want anything sneaking up on you.

Plus, who knows if these kids don't mean any harm?

Might leave little signs outside (like stacked stones) to let you know he was there, just to make sure you’re safe.

MICHAEL MYERS

He’s annoyed.

Why would you leave his protection?

Michael doesn’t even try to blend in; he’s the shadow at the window.

Once you see his white mask peeking in, you know the jig is up.

He won’t cause a scene, but he just stares until you get the message.

When you sneak out to meet him, he’ll give you a tiny “you-know-better” look, but he’s not mad—he just wants you safe.

Doesn’t reveal himself to anyone else, but he’ll stay there the entire time.

When you get home, expect a long, silent stare, reminding you that you’re not as sneaky as you think.

BILLY LENZ

He notices right away.

Billy has a keen eye for your whereabouts, and he’s instantly on the move, tracking you down.

Peers through the window, watching you play with a pout.

He feels oddly betrayed but finds your happiness too endearing to be angry.

He won’t disrupt the fun, but you might catch a glimpse of him outside, holding his hands up in an “I’m watching you” gesture.

When you get home, he’ll tease you nonstop about “abandoning him.”

PINHEAD

This is completely out of the ordinary, and he is both confused and a bit annoyed that you snuck out without informing him.

Appears in his signature, intimidating way, silently observing from outside.

He finds the concept of a “sleepover” curious.

He’s more contemplative about it, watching as if studying some strange new human ritual.

He waits until you’re ready to return and then accompanies you back without a word.

You can expect a very stern lecture when you get home about the importance of communication…

TIFFANY VALENTINE

She realizes quickly that you’re gone and storms out to find you, though her anger’s more worried than anything.

When she spots you through the window, laughing and having fun, her irritation fades into a soft smile.

She won’t interrupt, just stands outside and watches for a bit.

She loves seeing you like this, happy and unbothered.

When you get back, she’ll playfully scold you but then pull you into a hug, reminding you to tell her next time.

CHUCKY (CHARLES LEE RAY)

Chucky’s annoyed at first, muttering to himself,

“What does this kid think they’re doing?”

He’s irritated you’d sneak off, especially without his “permission,” and tracks you down, grumbling the entire way.

When he finds you, he feels an odd mix of pride and annoyance.

He likes your independence but also doesn’t like feeling “left out.”

Gives you a wicked grin through the window, mouthing, “We’re talking later.”

He’ll grumble that “next time, you should let him know,” but he’s proud you managed to sneak out without him noticing.

BO SINCLAIR

Bo is mad and lets you know it.

He’s worried you’re in danger, and when he finds you, he’s that overprotective brother with his arms crossed.

He pulls you aside, lecturing you on safety and probably embarrassing you in front of your friends.

But once he knows you’re okay, he lets up a bit and waits outside for you, a little softer.

At home, he pretends he’s still mad but lets you off the hook pretty easily.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent’s used to you being close by, so when you’re not there, he’s unnerved and worried.

Tracks you down and watches quietly, almost touched to see you carefree with your friends.

Leaves a little note or sketch somewhere you’ll find it later, a reminder of his presence even when you’re far away.

He’s quiet when you get home, but there’s a warmth to his gaze.

You should him next time..

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester’s both amused and concerned when he finds you missing.

He tracks you down quickly, not one for letting you go unguarded.

When he finds you through the window, he watches with a fond smile, chuckling at your carefree attitude.

Might knock on the door and make up an excuse to check on you if you notice him, but he’ll mostly just let you have your fun.

Gives you a playful nudge and a “don’t think you’re getting away that easy next time” when you get back.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms does not take this well, feeling abandoned and maybe a bit betrayed.

When he tracks you down, he watches from the shadows, arms crossed, grumpy but protective.

Might stare until you feel his gaze and look over at him, just so you know he found you.

When you return, expect a big fuss, with Brahms grumbling about how much he “suffered” in your absence.

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[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

📖🚬🍭🔞 surelyyyy

Excuses, Excuses - Johnson/Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, you have horrible luck, making out, blowjobs.

Wordcount: 6030

Summary: All you wanted to do was find the man who'd stopped you from getting mugged at a bar, but there was no way you could walk up to a River Phoenix with a box of gifts without a better reason than thank you, right?

Notes: I'M BACK! I've been here the whole time, but you know what I mean TwT I got caught on this one ages ago since I was writing very heavy stuff with Johnson for my 3RP fic, and no matter what my brain just did not want to get into the mood to write something cute and happy even for a little while, so it ended up affecting my entire queue ;w; well to fix that I did this first, before going back to LtF this weekend, so that wouldn't happen again! Sorry for the wait, I'm going to be writing through my queue at work again so this is the first of everything I wanted to finish last year, I hope you all like it ❤️

You were late, Valentine's Day was weeks ago now, but that's exactly how long it'd taken to not only make it this far from home in your free time, but to also work yourself up to trying again. You had the worst luck with the Brawlers’ checkpoints, always saying the wrong thing and failing their test and needing to go to a different town to try again when they became determined to not let you in. You'd been trying for months now, so long you had a conspiracy theory that they were all talking to each other about you and making sure you couldn't get in, but that couldn't be the case, right?

You just needed to be better, just needed to get in once, because it was too risky to wait for him to come back to town, you'd end up missing him that way and then you'd be stuck with the package sitting in your passenger seat for yet another month.

You called it a package, ‘present’ was more accurate, but you didn't want to call it the latter until it was accepted. It never would be if you couldn't get into the place before March, and it was looking more and more like this package was going to be undelivered as you were turned away from yet another checkpoint.

‘This is hopeless,’ you groaned as you flopped into your seat, your map with a myriad of circles in multiple towns scribbled on it now getting yet another X over one of the locations. ‘I don't know what I'm even doing wrong, I'm answering all their damn questions.’

It was beyond frustrating, but, if you were to be honest, maybe you were mostly just frustrated at yourself for having this silly idea in the first place. It was just as beyond silly, because you didn't even know the guy, all you knew was that he was a Phoenix thanks to catching a glimpse of the golden letters on his jacket, therefore he worked for the Banished Brawlers, so hunting down the locations of every single checkpoint when you failed the first test was your best lead at bringing you to him. And, once again, you had to wonder if this was even worth it, delivering this package to a nameless stranger in a velvet jacket in the hopes that he'd, what? Fall for you when he saw what was inside, be shot through the heart with love after you said hello like some romcom because that’s what you wanted to happen?

Good luck with that, he worked for the Brawlers. Everyone along their route knew of them and what they'd done and continued to do, so the odds of this endeavor ending with anything other than you getting laughed at and your package getting tossed into the gutter were the most likely outcomes in reality.

Still, as you looked over at it and considered tossing it into the trash outside so he wouldn’t have to, you couldn't bring yourself to, not after the way he'd made you feel. He probably didn't remember it, it'd been months ago now after all, the interaction was probably lost to him with how much he and his associates had been drinking, but you remembered it clearly still. You didn't think you'd be able to forget it even if he did laugh in your face and turn you away like every single checkpoint had, because he'd saved you that night, and as fearsome and terrifying as his presence had been, to have that shadow crawl over you and those thugs, you couldn't stop thinking about how warm you'd felt in it.

You didn't go out to drink often, in fact you weren't even out for a drink that night, you were actually there to grab some bar food and meet with friends, but they'd bailed too late; car troubles had stranded them along the way, so you'd grabbed the food alone and had a drink just so the gas money had been worth it. They'd seen you there, an easy target and easier to force into a corner with their low threats and false saccharine words to make you afraid. They weren't Brawlers, you didn't even think they were in the Brawlers’ sights with how there were only four of them with, honestly, shittily-made patches of their own sewn into their cheap jackets, nothing but wannabes by the way they were even allowed inside on Brawler territory. Nonetheless, their threats could be very real with everyone making it a point to ignore you currently being cornered on your way to the door, typical bar crowd, and with those drinks making you too dizzy to stand a chance of a four on one fight you knew you were fucked once that first punch for your wallet was thrown.

But it hadn't come, because the Phoenixes had been there drinking too, the Wannabes either ignoring them because they weren't Brawlers, hoping that they'd keep their distance, or too focused on you to notice they were there while everyone else did, and suddenly it was four on three, with you as their audience. You didn't know any of their names, your vision was swimming as the worry swirled in your gut along with that no longer appetizing bar food and couple drinks. You didn't even remember what the blonde one had said to the others, but you remembered him and the large hand on your shoulder, the way he surprisingly guided you much too gently out of the way so they could get to work. They weren't heroes, even in your state you knew they weren't saving you, but you also knew that they weren't just doing this to solidify the Brawlers’ reputation in their stead even though this wasn't even a Bang-a-Rang.

‘Stay back, things’re about to get messy,’ he'd told you, tall and intimidating and everything you should've been afraid of, but his voice was softer than expected, and the fire in his eyes held an excitement for the fight as he threw his first punch to the man who'd grabbed you minutes earlier.

The fight was still a blur, but you closed your eyes and pictured the way the three of them had taken on those Wannabes with well-practised ease, they lived for the brawl even as Phoenixes, and you still saw flashes of gold behind your eyelids.

That was right, you couldn't just leave it at that, you wanted to thank him so badly that you'd put together the package and tried again and again at every single checkpoint you could find, you couldn't stop now. With a new determination you fixed your posture and reached for your keys, You had to keep trying until you saw him again even though you'd missed Christmas and Valentine's Day, your excuses to present him with your box of thanks, because he'd been the one to get there first, to pull you aside without hurting you, to get the guy who'd made you feel afraid.

He wasn't a hero, but that didn't mean you couldn't thank him for being yours that night, and with a fire in your own eyes you proceeded to turn the key only to quickly shut it off again, your mouth falling open and your heart pounding; there he was, there they all were, parked behind you and getting out of their car with a couple duffle bags before heading for the checkpoint you'd just left. You gaped in shock, if you'd kept going instead of sitting there moaning and groaning about failing again you'd have missed them, and you hurriedly grabbed your package and scrambled back out of the car. You headed for the door but hesitated when you heard the blonde’s muffled voice again, he was talking to the barber inside, the one you were looking for silent as he went to the counter and poured himself a drink, he was in no rush to get back on the road. 

You froze, your memory of him was also fuzzy because of the alcohol and the darkness, but in the light of the day in your sobriety you could see that he was beautiful for a gang member. He was graceful in his movements as he poured out two more glasses and took a sip while the other two handed over the duffles and sat down, the blonde still talking until the man behind the counter did a small double take and squinted in your direction; you were just standing there outside his door, of course his reaction would be to frown in suspicion after turning you away, and when the blonde turned he eyed the box in your hands warily as their third member looked ready for trouble.

Fuck, you shouldn't have hesitated.

‘Come on, slowly now,’ the man called to you with a crook of his finger, everyone's eyes on you as you pushed the door open and walked in, and your hands started to sweat over the cardboard as the blonde casually but still very much on guard leaned against the counter. ‘You wanna tell me what you got there?’

‘I- it's a package?’ you answered like you were unsure of it yourself, and they all exchanged another look.

‘You don't look like a fuckin’ postman, are you a fuckin’ postal worker you Bang-a-Rang reject?’ the barber demanded with a sneer, the blonde glancing at him.

‘You know them?’

‘Was in not ten minutes ago asking for a ticket, turned ‘em away for being too twitchy,’ he told them, and you frowned as you gripped the box a little tighter but didn't interrupt.

‘Uh huh, now you're back with a box, you wanna tell us about it, or do we gotta take you out back with it, wait for whatever's inside to come out away from the road?’ he asked next, the third member looking nervous about that option but ready to stand behind them after a quick glance to the mother and son walking by outside.

‘It's not a bomb,’ you quickly explained in exasperation, your eyebrows shooting up into your hairline it felt like, ‘it's a gift!’

‘A gift?’ More exchanged looks, this was quickly reaching the point of being too much trouble, he didn't even seem to remember you based on how he didn't even say anything back there, and your panic at their suspicion slowly faded to resignation, this hadn't been worth it after all. ‘Why'd you wanna give Percy a gift?’

‘Percy?’ You looked up with sad eyes, saw the barber staring you down with a single eyebrow raised; so he was Percy, and you gave your head a small shake before your eyes involuntarily flicked over to where the man you actually wanted to find was still sitting calmly.

‘Johnson?’ This was for the correct man, and everyone looked away from you to turn to him, see if he knew you, but you already knew he didn't, there was no point to this anymore. ‘Do you- hey, you're not leaving after that- Ethan, get the door,’ the blonde ordered the final man, Ethan, who quickly rushed over to lock you in. This was bad, you were boxed in again while you were trying to leave, four on one, and you frowned at your stupidity and hopefulness at being able to say thanks before tossing the box onto the ground and backing into the corner away from them.

‘Here, you can have it, this was a mistake,’ you told them even though that didn't help your case at all, and no one wanted to see what was inside of the package you so thankfully put together until finally, he stood. Johnson crossed the room with his drink still in hand, his shoe tapping against the side a couple times before he crouched down to pick it up. The others made noises of caution, they lived for the brawl but they couldn't stop whatever they feared was inside, so many theories of their own probably racing through their heads at why you would want to attack them, and it was only making you miserable. But you couldn't explain it to them without making yourself look worse like this, so you all just waited as Johnson placed the box on one of the tables by the barber's chairs, undid the ribbon you'd retied weeks ago after adding your latest excuses and additions, and looked inside.

You watched as his eyes glanced over the contents, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he took a drink to finish off what he'd poured, and once he'd set the glass down he reached inside. He pulled out the box of chocolates you'd picked just for him, because Valentine's had been your latest excuse, but he seemed amused to see the Christmas things still fitted underneath them as well, your previous excuse unable to be switched out because you wanted him to have them. 

Treats for both holidays, a set of shot glasses you saw that reminded you of him, a scarf because it was getting colder and you thought he looked good in red that night, random bottles of alcohol that you were now thankful didn't break when you'd thrown the box down due to them being so stuffed in there with the rest, as well as a tree ornament of a phoenix. Things that caught your eye in the week after he'd saved you, then the months as you failed to deliver them, many small signs of appreciation that showed you were still thinking of him even though he hadn't put a single thought towards you back after you'd left when the fight was over.

You felt your chest ache when he still didn't say anything, just rifled through everything until the others couldn't help but join in curiosity once they saw it was safe, and you saw their eyes widen and glance lightning fast between the two of you. They were trying to put it together, this was just getting worse and worse, and you couldn't help but sniff as your own eyes fell to the floor. You started to head for the door, package delivered, you could stop thinking about him now, but you stopped when a large hand found your shoulder again; your head looked up to see him staring down at you, and he took you in before giving your shoulder a squeeze.

‘Been wondering what happened to you. Haven't seen you at Final Call since that night,’ he thought aloud, his voice still so soft even though you'd seen him take on two men in that fight with no trouble, and your body instantly tensed as a range of emotions hit you all at once.

‘Oh, I see it now, you're the one those Gutters were cornering, ol Johnson here wanted to get you a drink afterwards but we couldn't find you,’ the blonde told you, which made his hand squeeze a little harder, just for a moment as he shot him a quick look.

‘Matty, c’mon…’ Ethan muttered for Johnson’s sake, now that things were calm they felt like the men who'd rescued you again, and you felt your cheeks warm when you noticed his hand didn't leave your shoulder as the blonde, finally named as Matty, quickly bickered with Ethan over potentially embarrassing the Phoenix you'd spent months thinking about. He didn't seem fazed through, back to that calmness even as Matty told Percy that you were the one they'd been looking for.

‘Ah, the Cinderella story I keep hearing,’ he chimed in teasingly, so different than the scathing man who'd turned you away, and that was when his hand finally left you; Johnson crossed the room, picked up the box, and returned to you, the lock turned and the door opened in one swift movement before he was herding you outside.

‘See you in the next town,’ Matty called to him as it slammed behind you, and your heart raced again as he approached your car.

‘Still owe you a drink,’ was all he said, your series of failures now suddenly blossoming into an outcome you hadn't expected, the two of you crammed into the front seat, the opened present in his lap as he went through it again and picked up the box of Valentine's chocolates. ‘Got my favourites, you asked around?’

‘No, I uh, I just wanted to thank you, for helping me with those guys; I didn't get a chance to back then, I had to call a cab since I couldn’t drive,’ you were finally able to admit, and he nodded as he unwrapped a chocolate and popped it into his mouth. ‘So… you wanted to buy me a drink, why?’

He glanced over at you before offering you one, and you let him unwrap it for you before accepting the treat that had been waiting for weeks to be delivered. ‘Wanted to make sure you were okay, looked a bit frazzled,’ he explained, another chocolate eaten as he then rested a knee on the dashboard, he was too big for your front seat, he should really adjust it. ‘Woulda given you a ride home, if you'd asked.’

‘You work for Bralwers, there's no way I-’ You cut yourself off mid-sentence, your cheeks heating again in embarrassment this time. ‘Sorry, it's just… everyone is always whispering about the Brawlers in my town, just outside where Final Call is, I never thought anyone who works for them would… do what you did.’

‘What'd I do?’ He asked it carefully as he kept eating, his eyes on the road ahead even though he wasn't driving.

‘You… you saved me.’ You felt hot from your ears to your shoulders, you sounded like a child actually saying it out loud, but he didn't laugh at your words, and his smirk didn't feel condescending. ‘I know it sounds silly, sorry-’

‘Don’t, I'm the one who told ‘em about the Gutters. Wanted to help you out,’ he told you like it wouldn't make your hands tremble on the wheel, and you swerved a little when you looked over at him. ‘Eyes on the road. Got too pretty a face to get messed up from some fight or a crash.’

‘You do?’ You hoped you didn't sound too rude, it just came out in your worry to not hurt his pretty face, because it really was pretty, but this time he did laugh with a small shake of his head, the sound surprisingly loud before he was quiet again.

‘You do,’ he corrected you, and you swerved again when he reached over to run his thumb across your jaw. ‘Didn't want it gettin’ busted up by those jokers. Taught ‘em all a lesson for you, then you were gone. Didn't get a chance to make sure you were okay.’ 

The car went quiet for a while as he let that hang between you, the fact that he'd been thinking about you just as much as you were about him, and when you looked over at the last red light before your apartment, you saw that he was holding the box just as tightly as you'd been, like he didn't want you to take it back if you didn't want this to go any further; this was the last stop, you knew his name and he had your present in his lap but you were still strangers, and despite that you'd brought him home for that drink instead of back to the bar, like his desire to see you had made you want some alone time instead of just your thanks.

‘Sorry I left so soon,’ was all you could say to all that, and it hung between you next as the light turned green and you finished the journey. He just took in the destination, putting the pieces together in his head, but he had no objections to the location as evident by the way he simply gathered up his present and brought it inside, following close behind all the way. It was a small building, but he didn't seem to mind the stairs since the elevator was out, taking them two at a time with legs much longer than yours even though he didn't know which floor to stop at. He led without guiding, waiting until you directed him to your place, and when you stepped inside he shrugged off his jacket and pulled out the shot glasses and his pick of the alcohol.

‘Got my favourite again. Sure you didn't ask around?’ he asked, and it took you a moment to figure out that he was joking with you; he was so different from what you were warned of, the Brawlers had been around for decades now, taken over more territory in their time of war than any other gang in the southlands, so naturally he knew what he was getting into by working for them, but he held no air of a soldier, not even of a fighter now that there was no one to fight. He wasn't a hero, he wasn't even one of the good guys, he was just a man who'd saved you and wanted to make sure you were okay even though not a single hand had actually been laid on you other than to intimidate, and somehow that made him even more intimidating than he'd been that night. ‘You gunna join me?’

‘Uh, yeah, I- no, no I don't get it, what is this?’ You knew you sounded rude this time because he hesitated, just a moment, and then he was pouring himself a shot.

‘Drinks.’

‘I know, I got that, but why me? You can see I'm okay, I gave you the pa- present, you actually accepted it, that's as far as this was supposed to go, that's as far as I assumed it would go, when I was trying to find you all these months…’ He set down the bottle, your own glass still empty as he stared between you and the drink he was about to consume in silence, until: ‘You want me to leave?’ You quickly shook your head, your feet moving on their own to close the gap between you in the living room and him in the kitchen, the rooms separated by different flooring. ‘No! I just- I've been thinking about you for so long, tried to get into the Bang-a-Rang so many times so I could give you that, this shouldn't be- you shouldn't have-’

‘Thought of you?’ he asked softly, his thumb under your chin again as he examined your face once it was turned up to him once more. ‘Kinda hard not to. Saw you the moment we walked in, sitting alone like that. Stopping the fight was just my excuse.’

Your heart pounded even harder as you thought of every single thing you put in the box, every single time you said that Christmas could be your excuse, then New Years when that passed, then Valentine's Day because it was your last chance until it was just a present, every practiced script you'd thought about telling him as more time passed and you were so sure you wouldn't be able to do this otherwise. How was he the same? How did this man see you in a bar full of people and be unable to say anything too until he was able to take the first chance to talk to you, touch you?

‘I don't get it…’ you moaned, you failed every single test, you weren't meant for the Bang-a-Rang, the only way you could've been part of his world was in the moment you handed the barely-wrapped present-turned-package over and that was it, the same way he became a part of yours when he touched your shoulder that night. ‘This should be over…’

He took your hand and held it up, palm out to accept his drink, but he didn't hand it over, just kept holding it and giving you the choice to take it the same way you left the box for him to take a chance on. ‘Do you want it to be over?’ he asked softly, much too softly for what he was, and when you met his eye you felt the intimidation finally melt away.

‘No,’ you told him, because that was the truth, and you didn't need an excuse to want to see him again anymore. You took the glass from him and downed it, the brand new to your taste buds and burning on the way down with a hiss through clenched teeth, and he chuckled before taking the glass back, setting it down on the counter next to yours, and holding you again instead.

‘Good, cause they're sick of me draggin’ them out to find you every week,’ he smirked down at you, your cheeks burning again before he was leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. ‘Drove around all night after the fight. Matty keeps sayin’ he's never seen me like this. Guess that makes you my favourite, too.’

You swallowed, his hot breath sending chills down your spine, and when you reached up to place your hands over his back you swore you felt his grin before he was pulling you flush against him. He was warm, much warmer than his hand had been on your shoulder, and you let out a small gasp to feel a little something extra just below the waist. He chuckled this time, already starting to kiss at your neck, taking his claim on you now that you were in his arms, and honestly, if it wasn't making your legs turn to jello and your brain go a bit fuzzy you'd be doing the same back to him.

‘Are you sure you wanna do this already? We don't even know each other,’ you successfully didn't stutter, his mouth leaving one final kiss before he backed away enough to look at you.

‘Been waiting months for this, but if you don't want to-’

‘God I want to.’ You definitely felt his smile this time as you pulled down into a proper kiss, just the knowledge that he not only wanted to talk to you but also be with you too much to handle; you wouldn't say it, you couldn't with the way he was currently sucking your tongue into his mouth until you keened at his neediness to swallow you whole, but you'd also wanted him. Many late nights, when the memories were clearest, you'd imagined what it'd been like if you stayed, thanked him then and there, and they did indeed range from drinks to talking to sneaking away to show your appreciation a bit more intimately, so when he lifted you up by slipping his hands under your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist, it was impossible to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth at feeling it in person. 

He smirked again, sat you down on your island counter, the glasses pushed aside before you could knock them off, the bottle picked up and held for you to take. You gulped down as much as you could before you had to stop to cough, and he licked his lips before doing the same, minus the coughing. ‘You'd make a decent Phoenix,’ he joked again, and you took the bottle back for another swig before setting it safely to the side.

‘Cause I'm good at swallowing?’ you tried to joke back, but your words didn't make him laugh this time; instead, his eyes became focused, trained solely on you as his Adam's apple bobbed, and he jutted against you with his dick very visibly straining against his zipper. Oh, he's intimidating again, you thought automatically at the feeling, Johnson rubbing against you a couple more times until you were panting and pawing at his shirt. Things became a little less funny as you stripped each other one unwanted article at a time, all those months of looking for each other after one night of barely interacting now crashing together in another meeting of hungry mouths, desperate hands.

He tasted like the chocolate you'd bought him under the alcohol, made him taste sweet, and you smiled against his lips and tried to get more until he decided that he was ready for a different taste; he kissed your neck and down your chest, planting soft pecks across your stomach before undoing your pants. You could only breathe as you watched him slide them over your hips, down your legs until they were bare, more kisses decorating your skin with the odd nip to your thighs. You sighed longingly as he mouthed you over your underwear, leaving wet spots from his spit along with your arousal, and it took all your strength to give his hair a light tug when he went to free you from them.

‘Wait,’ you pleaded weakly, the sight of him looking up at you from between your shaking thighs almost enough to knock you out, ‘I never officially thanked you.’

‘Chocolates’ enough,’ he decided before going back in, and you tugged a little harder before you could hold him in place instead.

‘Please,’ was all you could say, and he licked his lips again before standing. He was so hard it looked painful, his palm pressing into his striped pants to give himself a little relief with a needy groan, and your thighs instinctively squeezed as a shudder wracked through you. The sight was so nice that it made you take so long to actually get up that he helped you, hooking his hands under your thighs again and slotting your body against his while he carried you right past your couch and straight to the bedroom. You felt lightheaded when he sat down on the end of it with you seated in his lap, so easily you could just stay there and go for another, more fun ride, but if you didn't do this now then you just knew that he'd be very happy to make what came next all about you.

So you forced yourself to slide down his lap, taking his pants with you until they crumpled to the ground between his ankles with a clink of his large belt buckle, his palm once again pressing down hard at the sight of you this time. It felt almost thrilling to have someone whose entire life was ruled by danger and pretty girls, you'd also heard tales of the beautiful Pinups who danced at the Bang-a-Rang, be looking at you like you were the only thing he wanted to see, but then again, if you'd ruled his life for months like he'd ruled yours, maybe you really were. The thought made you smile as you tugged the waistband of his boxers down until he was groaning at the mix of air and your hot breath hitting his dick; he was impressively big, it actually made you a bit thankful you'd started with this because it gave you a moment to mentally prepare for what came after, but the second you imagined not just your throat but your now very eager hole stretched around him you let out the lewdest noise of want on pure instinct and desire and took him into your mouth.

‘Don't rush, wanna feel every inch of you,’ he said above you, your eyes already rolling back at the heft resting on your tongue while he ran his fingers through your hair with the gentlest threat of grabbing on to guide you. He let you set your own pace so you did as he requested, taking it nice and slow as you got used to the size and length. Each time he hit the back of your throat you couldn't help but gag, and each time he was sure to check if you were okay; he was throbbing against you but he wouldn't take, and if you hadn't fallen before after all the sleepless nights and fantasies and excuses as you bought more gifts for the box, you certainly were now.

You moaned around him and grabbed on tight to avoid touching yourself, you wanted him to be the one to make you come too as you sucked more eagerly, took him more deeply until he stopped making sure and trusted you knew your own limits. You were certain you did, but as he passed the back of your mouth and started to fuck your throat you moaned again because that used to be your limit, guess he was setting a record.

When he started to get close you felt him start to buck, his hips stuttering forward as he attempted to control himself, and you dreamily opened your eyes to look up at him; you couldn't speak like this, but your actions held all the words you needed as you then guided his other hand to your head, let him tangle his fingers into your hair, and when you smiled around him and braced yourself back on his thighs, he got the message loud and clear. His voice slowly filled the room along with the sounds of skin on skin as he brought your head forward, quick breaths and small grunts gradually turning into groans and gasps as you brought him to the edge.

He held your head in place when he came, the taste hitting you hard and filling your senses as your body lit up in pleasure from hearing him come, the sound sweeter than any past partners who did the deed and decided they were too tired to return the favour. He savored every second of ecstasy you gave him until he was pulling you off so you could breathe again, his thumb running over your lip and cleaning up the mess now dribbling over it and down your chin. ‘That was some thanks,’ he sighed contently as you leaned into his touch, the two of you catching your breaths until talking was an option for you again.

‘Been thinking about it since that night, I'm glad I was able to finally say it,’ you replied easily, your chin resting on his knee a moment, just to be close to him again.

‘Was it everything you imagined?’ Another joke, but there was also a bit of hope in it as well, he was surprising. 

‘Better.’

He smiled again and helped you stand, his clothes pulled back up and his dick tucked back in before he left you without a word, your now cold hands wrapping around your arms as you watched him go in growing sadness, guess he wasn't as different from the others as you thought. When he returned before you could hear the door slam however, he held the box of chocolates he'd opened as well as the rest of his drink, along with something from your cupboard and two properly sized glasses.

‘Still owe you that drink, then it's my turn to thank you,’ he told you with a smirk, your body meeting the bed this time as he guided you to your pillows to partake in the treats meant just for him. He unwrapped one and popped it into your mouth before pouring you a drink, his free hand then snaking around your waist to make sure you stayed as close to him as possible; now that he'd found you, instead of you finding him as planned, he wasn't letting you go again.

‘The chocolate is thanks enough,’ you tried to joke back as you stole his right from his hand, and you laughed as he kissed you so hard you nearly spilled your drink all over your sheets. You'd missed Valentine's Day by a couple weeks, but you didn't need the excuse anymore, and neither did he as you ate from a heart-shaped box and kissed over the drink he'd wanted to share with you since that night. He now knew where to find you, and the fact that you wouldn’t have to try another checkpoint ever again made the promise of being with him like this again, no failure required, taste surprisingly like chocolate with a hint of alcohol as your fantasies turned into eager plans for the future.

[thehauntedetheral]

Saw that requests were open. So how about a cowboy with a city girl reader who can’t do shit in the country side? Like girlie would die trying to get eggs from chicken nests or plow a field 😂🎀💅🏻

Yandere Cowboy x Reader 🤠

Requests are open!

You lived in city enjoying your life by shopping, spas, parties and spending your grandpa's money like crazy as you live with him. Your grandpa had it enough. Yes he has a hell lot of money but you should learn how to spend it wisely.

So he forcefully sends you to his farmhouse for your summer break in a town middle of nowhere. You were away from friends and with a poor internet connection. So you tried to find some thing to distract yourself only to find a handsome cowboy with his sturdy cowboy hat and boots living in your grandpa's farmhouse for maintenance.

He became your tour guide and showed you the ranch, farm and all the animals.

He did everything effortlessly. Feeding the cattles, taking out eggs from nest, farming. It wouldn't be so hard to do you thought only if you knew.

The next day you tried to get eggs from nest only to have hens pecking and running after you while yan cowboy simply shakes his head at you while having a silly smile plastered over his face.

You tried horse riding well what can I say the horse kicked you.

You thought about riding the tractor in farm but yan cowboy stopped you from harming yourself and the farm plants.

You thought you have already embarassed yourself more than enough infront of yan cowboy but you have no idea this boy is obsessed and madly in love with you.

He loves how you are willing to try new things .

He loves how you don't give up even after getting badly treated by animals.

Hens are running after you? No worries he will teach you.

You want to learn horse riding? He will personally sit behind you on horse for teaching purpose. Ofcourse not for the purpose to be close to you.

Slowly you two became friends.

Makes you breakfast.

You two take walks in the farm at evening.

Taking care of cattles together in ranch.

Going to grocery store together.

Hitting the local pub and dancing like idiots with each other.

Him and his accent just melts you into a puddle.

You love how he helps you, teaches you tricks on how to handle ranch.

You also love his athletic built and handsome face with his cowboy outfit.

Everything is going on beautiful but as the summer break ends you have to go back to city which is inevitable.

The day has arrived for your departure and you are ready to go home. You will miss this farmhouse but moreover you will miss him more. After all goodbyes are difficult.

You wished you can tell him about your feelings about how much you mean to him, how much you love him and will miss him but there is no meaning in saying it now as you both will be miles apart.

"Think I'll miss you forever

Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky"

-Lana del rey (Summertime Sadness song)

Let me know through comments what you feel about this fic.

Requests are open!

For more yandere reading:

[pocketgalaxies]

I'm gonna miss our little cottage, though. (insp. by @lightningtitties)

[local-diavolo-anon]

so help wanted 2 is out

and i would die for jack-o-moon

look at them

they look so cool

i love the colors, they feel like a reference to how the fandom drew eclipse before Ruin! (which makes sense since jack-o-moon kinda looks like the bb minigame eclipse)

Edit: thinking about it, why is this guy's name jack o Moon?

Like this is Sun's model repainted, it doesn't have a nightcap, why would this guy be named "Moon" then?

Edit 2: please not again, please stop liking this

[hellsitegenetics]

been following you for a while and finally got the courage to send an ask! i love seeing every ask get basically assigned an animal, it gives them a lot of personality. honestly hope i get some sort of weird mammal from this, there's so many that would be interesting. but lets be real. its going to be a bug. they're always bugs. this is going to be a bug.

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Closest match: Raja brachyura genome assembly, chromosome: 30 Common name: Blonde ray

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