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bunnylovesani · 4 months

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The Bratty Belle

Chapter 2

Summary: Your attempt at seduction and sexting goes awry when James friend zones you.

WC: 2.1k

It had been 2 days since your encounter with James at his house and his rejection had stayed on your mind ever since. In your flustered mood, you realise you’d forgotten to ask the man where he works - though you guessed he owned an establishment of his own since he was rarely home.

Before leaving, you’d given him those glazed-over puppy eyes of yours and asked for his phone number- just in case you needed a handyman or a bag of sugar. Neighbours should always be in contact, right? He hesitated for a moment, seeing right through your little pretence but he gave it to you anyway, likely out of pity.

The majority of your afternoon was spent longingly staring out the window, waiting for his elusive blinds to open so that you might get a peek in. Just as you were about to call it a night, you saw a light turn on in the front room.

“He must’ve just gotten home.” You speculate as you see him come into view, tired and rubbing his temples.

He takes a seat on an armchair in what you surmise is his bedroom and a devious idea pops into your head. How better to perk up a man’s mood than to give him a show? Remembering how he’d struggled to take his eyes off your cleavage the other day, you take your position in front of the window, silhouette lit up by the soft lamp behind you as you wait to catch his attention.

Nonchalantly, you pick up a book to appear otherwise occupied and peek out from beyond the pages to observe him. He’s too occupied talking on the phone to notice you- a very stressful conversation judging by his nervous pacing.

Imbued with the urge to be the centre of his attention, you put the book down and slowly remove your tank top, throwing it to the floor and leaving you exposed in front of the window in just your bra and panties. He must’ve noticed because he glances past and his head snaps back so fast you wonder if he’s given himself whiplash. You smile innocently and wiggle your fingers in his direction, flirtingly biting the tip of your nail. He appears to respond with a light smirk, briefly waving back before being pulled back into his phone call, hands swaying frantically as he argues with whoever’s on the receiving end.

Deciding you needed to take it up a notch, you trace your fingers to the hook and eye closure of your bra before disconnecting it, tossing it aside and uncovering your perky tits. You prop yourself by the window, seated on the chaise lounge beneath it and wait for him to take notice. Frustration growing, you consider abandoning your ploy before he finally looks out the window, catching sight of you laid out for him bare.

He glances at your tits for a while and then returns his gaze to your blushing face with a stony, disapproving expression. You sit up a little, spreading your legs slowly and bringing a hand up to knead your tit, pinching one of your nipples lightly. You see him mutter something down the phone before he assumedly hangs up and puts it in his pocket, taking a seat at the foot of his bed. He rests his elbows on his knees and holds his jaw in his hands as he stares at you intently, steely blue eyes penetrating you.

Remembering you had his number, you reach for your phone and compose a text:

What are you looking at?

You smirk as you hit send, watching him pull his buzzing phone out of his pocket to read it before he replies.

Oh nothing, just wondering what I should tell the cops when I have you arrested for indecent exposure.

Any sane, self-respecting woman would stop after receiving such a text- but you were neither sane nor dignified.

You think this is indecent exposure?

You shoot back, fiddling with the straps of your underwear as you test his boundaries.

Don’t you dare.

Your phone lights up with the simple warning.

With a mischievous smirk, you lift your hips and slowly peel off your pink panties, leaving you completely bare in front of the window. You sit up and spread your legs wide, soaking core on full display for anyone walking by to see. You see him shake his head and rub his face with his calloused palms, brows furrowing into a conflicted expression.

You snake your hand down and dip your fingers into your folds, rubbing your clit teasingly as your other hand composes another text.

Stop watching me you perv.

You bite your lip, sensually tracing your fingers over your bare chest and thighs before plunging two into your core.

This isn’t funny.

He writes back but he remains in his seat, refusing to peel his eyes away from the sight of you finger fucking yourself.

Do you see me laughing?

Your thighs press together, squeezing your hand.

No, I see you being a slut.

Your fun comes to an abrupt end when you see him get up and leave the room.

Guess that was too much for a pretty boy like you to handle.

You reply, feeling dampened and rejected once again. Why do you even bother? The unrequited feelings drove you crazy as you got up to drape a satin bedrobe around your uncovered form.

No, but it might’ve been too much for the whole neighbourhood.

Your phone chirps unexpectedly and you jump to scan it. The thought that your other neighbours might be privy to your little show didn’t particularly cross your mind, thoughts occupied with a desperation to be seen by him. Just as you were chewing over an equally snarky response, you heard your doorbell ring.

Somewhat hesitantly, you get up to answer the call, wrapping your robe tighter around yourself.

“How did you know which door was mine?” You ask, stunned to see a surly-looking James standing before you.

“I asked your neighbours where the bimbo lives.” He pushes the door open and lets himself inside. “The Porsche parked outside. Is it yours?” He quickly adds before you even have time to register his insult.

“It’s pink.” You point out plainly. Of course it is.

“Your tail lights are busted.” You roll your eyes at his obvious statement as you close the door behind you. Did he really come over to talk about your car?

“Yes, I know.” You snappily reply. There was something about him that brought out an unprecedentedly bratty side of you.

“Come by my shop. I’ll get them fixed for you.” So he must be a mechanic.

“Is that before or after you call the police on me?” You cross your arms, annoyed you didn’t get the desired response from him with your little stunt. He sighs and comes eerily close to you.

“Don’t do that again.” He huskily states in a low, quiet voice.

“Why not?” You crease your forehead in irritation.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m not like the guys you’re used to.” He stares at you so intensely you wonder if he’s completely immune to the human throes of insecurity. “I can promise you don’t want what you think you want.” He intoned ominously, wanting to intimidate you but it only piqued your curiosity further.

“That’s my decision to make.” You lie your palm flat on his chest, feeling his firm pecs through the oil-stained button-up shirt.

“You’re just a kid. You don’t know what you want.” He murmurs softly, eyes fixated on your plump lips. You take his hand into your own and slip it under your robe, placing it firmly on your exposed breast. His thumb lightly grazes over your nipple and you hear his breath hitch for a moment before he quickly withdraws his hand.

“I’m seeing someone.” He blurts out. “I’m not interested.”

“You sure about that?” You drawl seductively, fingers slithering down to the growing bulge in his trousers, palming his length. “Then why is your cock so hard?”

A small groan leaves his parted lips and he bites his fist before taking a step back from you.

“Because a beautiful girl is standing near naked in front of me. I am a man after all. Doesn’t mean I want you.” He shudders a little, shaking the sinful thoughts out of his head.

“Thought you said I’m not your type.” You take a step towards him, backing him into a corner.

“You’re not.” He firmly asserts. “And you need to knock it off.”

Realising your advances had been rebutted yet again, you huff drearily and dramatically plop onto your sofa.

“Now, now, Bunny. Don’t sulk.” He tuts, leaning against the wall as he observes you curiously.

“Who is she?”

“Who?” He smirks.

“You know who. Your little girlfriend.” You cross your arms, a wave of jealousy coming over you.

“A colleague.” He purposefully omits the details, wanting to see you get worked up.

“Is she pretty?” You puff your lips out, looking away from him. He walks over to stand above you, lifting your chin up with his finger.

“Very.”

You were certain he enjoyed tormenting you, certain he loved to see the despondent look on your face as he instilled you with a feeling of woeful inadequacy.

“Why did you come here then?” You dismissively bat his hand away and turn your back to him, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how naked you were beneath your robe.

“Just wanted to offer my services, especially seeing how your car’s been mistreated. Poor thing’s got scratches all over and the tyres look worn out too. Does daddy not pay for car insurance?” He mocks, fiddling with a card he’d just pulled out of his pocket.

“There is no daddy.” You snap, tired of his assumptions. “I inherited the car after my mother passed.”

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” He rests his hand tentatively on your shoulder. “Here’s my business card- it’s got the shop’s address and number on it. Come by any time.”

“I think I’ll be fine.” You push his hand away, pride sorely hurt.

“She’s a real beauty, I can teach you how to take care of her.” He nudged the card towards you persuasively. “C’mon, take it. I’m sure your mother would’ve liked to see her ride restored.”

You sigh and grab the card before throwing it stroppily across your coffee table. He’s right, she would’ve.

“Wow, you really don’t like being told no, do you?” He chuckles at your attitude and awkwardly teeters above you. “You need to learn you can’t always get what you want.”

“That only applies to other people. I always get what I want.” You huff back at him, fighting the urge to stomp your foot.

“Sorry princess, not this time.” He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and his silver zippo lighter. “You mind?” Before you can even protest, he’s lit one up and is taking a long drag.

“Yes!” You dramatically sway your hand around, dispersing the ring of smoke that surrounds you.

“You know Bunny, I admire your fighting spirit. It’s misplaced but the principle is there. You have to fight for everything you want in this life and I have a feeling you understand that better than most.” He blows a haze of smoke into your face.

“Yes. I do.” You splutter, coughing. He had no idea.

“Tell you what, come down to the garage tomorrow afternoon and I’ll fix your car up. Then I’ll take you out for a nice dinner, see if we can’t start over again. I’d like it if we were friends.” He professes earnestly.

“Friends?” You raise your eyebrow skeptically.

“Yes, friends. You heard of the term? Or do you try to fuck everyone you meet?” There’s that vulgarity of his you’ve come to know but not yet love.

“I don’t wanna be your friend.” You mutter, staring up at him with a melting expression.

“Ah, you’ll see I’m not that bad. I’ll grow on you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” You mutter quietly and he just observes you, an air of conflict hovering around him.

“I know.” He whispers, brushing his knuckles past your cheeks affectionately. “I gotta go, kid. Can I trust you not to flash any more neighbours?”

You stare at him sullenly, shoulders slumped and energy dampened. Your throat feels choked up and you can’t seem to form a response.

“Behave. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He declares and leaves your house as quickly as he entered it.

You’re not entirely sure why but a small tear rolls its way down your cheek and you gasp slightly as you reach up to feel the wet blob. You never cried.

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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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Super Bounce

pairing : james kelly x fem!reader | wc : 1.5k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : James fixes your car while your eyes are fixed on his tattoos

warnings : car sex, arm and tattoo kink, semi-public ( youre in your garage )

a/n : omg, a fic thats not 3k+ words of plot? and is like over 50% actual smut? must be growth. name comes from super bounce by duckwrth

From where you’re sitting in your garage, spinning side to side on your stool, you have a perfect view of James as he works on your engine. As he works, his muscles flex and relax under his flannel, every twist of his hands giving you a different look at the tattoos on his forearms. You take a sip of the once-cold-but-now-warm lemonade in your hand as you watch his fingers twirl tools and work on various tasks around your engine.

James wiped his forehead on his sleeve, his shirt clinging to his back from the heat from working under the hood. He looked up and smiled at you, giving a thumbs up. "This'll be all taken care of for you in about 10 minutes. Won't be long now!" He laughed, the sound warm and friendly.

“Take your time.” You respond, smiling back at him.

"Oh I will. Not going to risk messing up on your car, you know?" James reached into his toolbox again, grabbing another tool he needed. He seemed so familiar with how everything was laid out, like he had done this hundreds of times before. The roots of his tree tattoo were covered in oil like the rest of his hands, but you bite your lip as you watch. You reach over to sip from your lemonade absently again, only to be greeted with the sound of your straw sucking up air, so you set aside the drink and stand up.

“Do you need help with anything?” You murmur, sliding in next to him and leaning forward to see what he's doing. James turns to look because he knows how just good you look from behind. As you hold onto the edge of the hood, his eyes tracing the way your back arches and watches your hips sway as you rock side-to-side slightly, looking at his work impatiently.

“Yeah, you want to hand me that wrench on the shelf? Could you get that for me?” He asks, and you agree. You walk to the shelf and look at the tools, brows furrowing as you look through the tools. After you spend a few moments looking, James tries to stifle his laughs, though he clearly failed, grinning at you as you looked through the tools. “Ayyy, come on. How could you not know what a wrench is? Do I need to teach you how to be a proper adult now?”

Heat rushes to your face and you turn back to look at him. “I don't know much about cars or being a mechanic, if I did, I’d be fixing it myself.” He laughs at your response before he grabs your forearm, helping you with the task.

“You're being a smartass right now. And you're enjoying it too.”

“I genuinely didn’t know.” You say back, rolling your eyes but smirking at the fact that his hand is holding onto you.

He grins once again, before he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms on your waist. He leans closer to you, whispering into your ear. “I think I should teach you a lesson on how to act properly, now, shouldn't I?”

You hold eye contact with him, your smirk turning into a sly grin and decide to try and playfully move away from him. As you start to back away he pulls you closer once more, this time placing his hands on your waist instead.

“You know that you shouldn't tease a man, right?” It was hard to tell what was in his mind, though he seems to want more than just a friendly conversation with you.

“Are you saying you don't like it?” You whisper seductively as you reach up, resting your arms on his shoulders. Once you reach his shoulders, he slides his arms up your waist and arms to make sure you’ve got a good grip before his hands slide down to your hips.

James leans forward, putting his lips to your own. “I like it a lot, but I think things could be better still.” He kisses you again, this time pressing you against the closed trunk of your car for support. “Your lips are soft... Just like the rest of you.” As the kiss deepens, his hands wander, exploring your body before he lifts you by the back of your thighs to sit you down on your trunk, moving between your legs as he takes you in for another heated kiss.

He pulls way from a minute, pulling off his flannel and wiping the oil and grease off his hands with it. As you looked at him, you saw his cross chain and gray tank top, reveling in the way his muscles move under his skin as he impatiently wipes down his hands he was panting slightly, still leaning closer to you as if he wanted more from you. Once his hands are clean, he throws his shirt against the wall and pulling you in for another kiss. The two of you continue kissing, James not giving a single fuck to what else were going on around you both.

James continues kissing you for a while, hastily sliding off the layers of clothes keeping him from you, ignoring the fact that someone may find you two at this very moment. Once he gets you out of your shirt and jeans he pulls back from you to lift his shirt over his head, tossing it away aside before unbuckling his belt, chuckling as you stare at him. “Ah, so you want to see this shirt go, huh?”

“I wanna see more than the shirt go.” You smirk and tug at his belt loops, bringing him closer. He grins, pulling his shirt up and off and shimmying out of his jeans, you can see the outline of his cock through his boxers. James’ hands coming up to tuck your hair behind your ears and stroke your face, and kissing your eyelids and the corners of your lips before his hands move to undo your bra. His hands cup and massage at your tits as he kisses across your shoulders, drawing out soft gasps and moans.

“You don’t know how long I wanted this.” He murmurs, kissing you again as he ghosts his hands down your slides, slowly making their way to where you needed him most and he pulls you closer, softly biting at your bottom lip. You try to shut your legs and get some friction, but can’t because of where he’s standing. His hands finally reaching your core and slides in two of his fingers, his thumb finding your clit and you moan. Your eyes are focused on his arms, watching as two of his tattooed fingers slide in and out of your soaked hole. “I guess you were wanting this more.”

“You want it just as much as I do.” You murmur, your hand absently stroking at his tree tattoo, enchanted by the way the roots reach his fingers and now into you, curling perfectly to make your back arch and your toes curl. James watches on with a smile before he uses his free hand to push you back to rest on the trunk, gently pressing his fingertips to your sternum and making you whine. The change in angle made it difficult to watch his hands and he smirks up at you.

“You’ve been so good and you’re gonna act up now? Don’t make me punish you.” He says confidently, his fingers moving faster and you feel pressure building before he pulls his fingers out and bring them to your lips. Ignoring your whines of disapproval, he taps his fingers against your lips, silently urging you to open your lips. “C’mon, open up before I give you something to really whine about.”

You open your lips and suck his fingers clean, savoring your taste on his fingers. James withdraws his fingers from your mouth and focusing on sliding off his boxers and aligning himself with you. He rests one hand on the trunk while the other guides him as he eases his cock into you until he’s fully inside, one of his hands coming up to rub at your waist. “Feeling good, darling?” James’s eyes are all over you, looking for any signs of discomfort.

You reach over and grab his arm, rubbing his tattoo gently and he smiles up at you, his eyes crinkling. “I can handle it.” At your words, he sets a steady rooming, his hips hitting yours and the rear of your car every time he thrusts in, rebuilding the pressure from earlier. The car rocks slightly as he continues to thrust into you, drawing out moans ans groans from both of you. His hand finding your clit as he gives open-mouth kisses all over your chest and stomach.

As you get closer to your orgasm, James gently lifts you up, crading your face in his hands as he kisses you again and again. Once you finally come, he continues to thrust into you, his hands roaming your body until he finally comes, breathing heavily as he pulls back from your kiss. As you both come down, he pulls out and lifts you off the trunk, setting you down as he helps you get dressed again, and you both laugh a bit at the situation.

“Do I still have to pay if you came on to me?” You tease, smiling up at him and he chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“Nope, I’d say it was a fair exchange.”

“So I should go get my check book?”

“Yep.”

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pari-143 · 2 months

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Our kid btw (ONE CHANCE PLS I CAN TREAT YOU RIGHT PLS PLS PLS)

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cosmicanakin · 2 months

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tides of change | masterlist.

pairing. james kelly x female reader.

outline. you've returned to new orleans grieving the sudden loss of your beloved older sister lauren. as you help your grieving mother with funeral arrangements, lauren's old car has been collecting dust in the driveway. determined to keep it running, you take it to the neighborhood mechanic shop for a check up. there you meet james kelly, a handsome mechanic who inspects the engine with expert hands and eyes. his skill and passion for automotives is intoxicating, temporarily distracting from your sorrow in a way no one else has since lauren's death.

contains. angst, romance, grief, death of a loved one, violence, alcohol use, sexual content, mental health struggles, love triangle. these will add on as the series progresses.

disclaimer. this is lowercase intended & doesn't exactly follow the film's plot. however if these topics mentioned above are triggering for you please refrain from reading !

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

final part

authors note. this actually isn't my first time writing a series. i wrote one for anakin before but didn't like how it came out so i deleted it :c i also wasn't very confident about my writing either lol but now here i am ( not me quoting victorious lmao ) doing another series which'll hopefully be far much better than last time.

bonus. comment or send me an ask if you want to be on the list to get updates of when each chapter is posted <3

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dance-is-life27 · 3 months

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Daylights Delight

James Kelly x Reader

Summary: The best part of a lazy day is that you get to wake up with James in your arms.

Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of a height difference, gender-neutral reader

A/n: This is really just 1k words of loving and cuddling with James Kelly. Also partially inspired by this prompt list. 💛✨️

The world around you slowly fades in from the darkness behind your eyes. It takes half a millisecond for you to feel the sun shining on your face and the warm solid weight against your chest and lower body. When you realize that sleep will not claim you back into her arms and the sun’s ever-persistent shine would blind you without remorse, you look down, onto the weight against your chest.

A sleeping James Kelly awaits your sights and every part of you hums with comfort as you look at him. He clings to you in his sleep like a koala, with his legs tangled around yours and his hands gripping at your sides as if he fears you'd run off in your sleep. His head rests right in the space between your chest, the sun highlighting his cheekbones and his hair beautifully. And while breathing is slowly becoming inaccessible to you, you wouldn't trade the sight in front of you for anything in the world.

It's not often you get to see James like this, this vulnerable to you. When you first met him he was guarded, exceedingly pessimistic about the life that surrounds him, and seemingly distant from it simultaneously, as if he was running away from himself half the time. Whatever else it is that he's running away from is still a mystery to you.

But now, even though he hasn't told you everything that plagues him, past and present, you still love him with everything in you. You still have welcomed him into your home, into your life, and into your heart.

Unable to help yourself, you untangle one of your arms from under the covers and begin to caress his hair. The soft silky hair welcomes your fingers with ease as you slowly card through his dark brown locks.

You take a risk as you inch closer to his scalp with each run-through, the repeated motion soothing your soul but also increasing the risk that James will wake up prematurely. Still, you persist, unable to pull away and leave your lover be.

You wish that you could encase yourself inside this moment forever, to take the soothing warmth of the sun and the comforting pressure of your love and entrap it into a bottle, to seal it away for eternity.

You don't know how long it's been when James finally wakes up, the scrunched-up eyebrows and the slight shake of his head snap you out of the trance you were in. You find your hand leaving his hair to caress his cheek gently, the motion getting him to look up at you with ease.

“Good morning.” You rasp, the long-lost sleep is still evident in your voice. James's bright blue eyes soften as they gaze into yours, the sight instantly filling you with joy.

“Mornin’ baby,” James speaks, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, but before you can do anything, James is crawling over you, his weight leaving your body for a moment before he’s hovering just over you, the both of your bodies in alignment regardless of the height difference between the two of you.

The kiss is slow and sweet, matching the lazy feel of the day so far. The both of you take your time exploring each other’s mouths as if it were your first time all over again. Your mind goes blissfully blank as the kiss deepens but it remains gentle. You cradle James’s face and enjoy the feel of him in your hands as time stops around you. Your sole center of focus lies in the man above you. The both of you lost to each other as the rest of the world fades away.

James is the one who pulls away first, and you let out a whine when he pulls away completely to crawl backward, back down your body to resume his earlier position but instead, his head rests over your stomach rather than your chest. “I’m right here, not going anywhere,” James mumbles against your skin, his mouth leaving kisses all over your stomach and his hands rubbing softly at your arms and sides, the actions comforting you more than necessary but you wouldn’t stop him nonetheless.

Eventually, James stops on his own, his head once again resting against you and this time your lungs are grateful for the break. It doesn’t take long for your hand to find James’s hair again nor for the motions to ease you both back into a comfortable near silence. The only noise comes from the sounds of cars passing outside as everyone else leaves to get a start on their day. The peacefulness surrounding you is enough to practically lure you back to sleep, well, at least until your stomach begins to growl, the sudden loud sound ruining the moment entirely.

James smiles wide against your stomach, the faintest hints of a chuckle leaving his lips before he looks up at you once more. “Sounds like someone’s hungry, huh?” James jokes, his grin wide and blinding in a way that distracts you for a moment before you can find a response falling from your lips.

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna get up. I’m really comfortable right now with you.”

“Oh, baby,” James mocks the pout on your lips before his smile once again turns teasing. Your protests die on your lips when James begins to kiss his way up towards your lips, each one leaving a lingering tingling sensation. From your stomach to your chest to your jawline, James invisibly marks his way up your body until he finally stops at your mouth. You find yourself unable to fight as you breathe into the kiss, mere seconds with James on your lips making you dizzy once more. James hums when he pulls away and the sound makes you smile, “How about we continue cuddling after breakfast? Hmm?”

Unknowingly the pout reappears on your face at his words, the clingliest and neediest parts of you wanting to stay in bed with James forever. “But-” You begin to protest once more but the kiss that James leaves on your lips stops you in your tracks easily.

“We’ve got the entire day to ourselves, I promise you, we’ll spend the majority of it right here.” James leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth and the way the sun shines off his skin makes him look heavenly. “After breakfast.”

A sigh leaves your lips, knowing that there isn’t much that you can deny James Kelly, “Fine, after breakfast.” You agree in a whisper as you pull him down to kiss you one more time before the both of you have to rise and your day together has to officially start.

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erosmutt · 21 days

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . body worship with james kelly and chubby!reader

𖦹 accompanied by Stay Fly ⋆ Three 6 Mafia

"god, you don't get it babygirl," james murmurs into your skin. you were trying to prepare dinner when he came in and just attached himself to you. his hands were all over you, especially on your pudgy stomach. it was his absolute favorite part of you.

his hands roam to your lovehandles, squeezing. down over the front of your thighs, up your front again, to your plush tits. "fuck me," he buries his face into your neck, drunk off the feeling of your soft body.

"james," you begin, dicing up some veggies. "let me cook." he groans, once again grabbing at your stomach. "please babydoll," you sigh and set the knife down, deciding it was futile to try and continue. he was in your way. "please what, jay? do you want dinner or not?"

"fuck dinner," his cock was twitching in his jeans. "let me show you somethin'. turn around." you sigh and turn, and much to your surprise, james drops to his knees in front of you. "what are you doing?" you hiss, but james doesn't budge. he runs his hands up your thighs, then grabs at your wide hips. "you ain't got no idea baby. been thinkin' bout you all fuckin' day."

you knew james liked big girls, but you never thought he would worship one. but he did take pride in you being his girl. you could cook a meal like nobody's business, had a good head on your shoulders, and you were a sight for sore eyes. every time you'd stop by the shop to hand him his lunch, all his coworkers would tease him about his snowbunny girlfriend, telling him how lucky he was and how he better keep you close.

oh but trust, he knew better. there was no way in hell he would fuck up - especially not when you had an ass like that.

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dazednstars141 · 10 days

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James Kelly is so Back Door Man by The Doors

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Imagine him having you bent over the kitchen counter, his rough hands on your pretty and soft hips. His eyes rolling back as he fucked his thick cock into you, his pink lips letting out deep groans. And it was almost time for your husband to get home from work. James hands would tighten on your hips as he was closer to cumming in you. Your body spent and tired from the orgasms he’s given you on that stupid kitchen island. You know it’s wrong and you know you should stop. But how could you? He felt so good, he treated you so good. Kissing your neck as he tells you he’s about to fill your sore but messy cunt up. He’d love the thrill of your husband calling you as he fucks you, he’d love the risk of him coming home early and finding his pretty little wife getting fucked by the rugged mechanic that fixed his truck. And when he’s done, he’d kiss your lips as you fixed your clothing and he would tell you he’d see you soon. And you would watch as he slipped out your backdoor as your husband’s truck pulled into the front, parking in the driveway.

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bloatedandalone04 · 9 months

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If I Love You Was A Promise

➪the one where james’ brother comes home just when things were falling into place.

Warnings: literally nobody is going to read this - pretty much self indulgent tbfh, spoilers for american heist 2014, swearing, mentions of killing, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, arguments, mentions of fighting, mentions of blood/wounds, toxic enviroment overall,

Word Count: 6k | Part 2 , Part 3

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

It was nearing nine when the sound of the front door unlocking was heard, and you smiled to yourself when you heard the heavy footsteps of James as he entered the house.

This was your favorite part of the day, when he comes home and spends the rest of his night with you.

You hear the sound of the door being locked again as you called out, “Hey, I missed you,”

James unbuttons his work shirt and tosses it over the back of one of the chairs. The house was small, so he was standing behind you within three strides and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Missed you,”

You grin and tilt your head to the side when he leaned down to press his lips to your neck. “I’m making your favorite,” you say and feel him hum against your shoulder. “And you smell like motor oil.”

James laughed and lifted his head, his lips pressing to your temple as he mumbled, “Sorry. You get used to that smell once you’ve been around it as long as I have,”

You shrug as he steps away. “I don’t mind it,” you say and watch as he lifts his white undershirt over his head, exposing his toned chest and abs. “You’re sexy, so you get a pass.”

“Thanks, baby,” he grinned at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek before wandering off towards the bathroom.

“You’ve got five minutes until dinner will be ready, so don’t be too long,” you call after him as you stir the ground beef around in the pan. “We both know how grumpy you get when it comes to cold food.”

He calls back a muffled, “Alright,” and you were left smiling to yourself as you got out the fillings for tacos.

Fifteen minutes later James was sitting on the same chair he tossed his shirt on, and you were perched on his lap like it was your throne, and it kind of was. You lean back against him as you bring the perfectly wrapped taco up to his lips, your palm catching the bits of filling that fell from the wrap.

You pop them into your mouth and wrap your arm around his shoulders as you settle against him. “Did you have a good day?” You ask once you finished chewing, setting the half eaten taco down on the plate so you could wrap your other arm around him.

“It was alright,” James answered and wrapped his own arms around your middle. “Heard back from the bank people.”

You perk up at that. “You did? What did they say?” You ask. “Did they agree to loan you the money?”

James can’t look you in the eye when he mumbles, “No,” as he felt embarrassed that he couldn’t come up with the amount of money he needed to start his own repair business.

He was also embarrassed that he was barely making enough money to get the two of you by. No matter how much overtime he put in at Lewis’ Auto, no matter how many hours he worked, he still found himself scavenging for funds. He was embarrassed beyond words at his current financial situation, but you made it all seem better somehow.

James knew you didn’t care how much, or how little, he made. You weren’t with him for his money, as you made a pretty cent from your own job as an assistant manager at a popular restaurant in town. New Orleans held some pretty low quality restaurants and pubs, and you got lucky to be hired at one of the nicer ones.

James wasn’t a fan of where he lived and didn’t like the idea of you working near the run down locations by your shared home, so to know you were in the safer part of town for the most part of your day was reassuring, to say the least.

Despite the unfortunate news that his offer had been rejected by yet another bank, you just sat up a bit straighter and reached up to flatten out his still damp hair. “That’s okay,” you assure him. “We’ll figure something else out.”

Of course, you were disappointed, because you are his number one supporter when it comes to his dream of starting his own business, but you also knew how tough it can be to catch a break when someone has a past like James’.

You had never and will never judge him for what he did in the years before he met you, but you also understood why he was having such a hard time finding someone who was willing to lend him the starting fund he needed to begin his business.

“Yeah?” He asked as he moved his hands so they were resting on your hips.

“Yes,” you nod and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “J Kelly Auto will happen eventually.”

“I love you,” he can’t help but say. “You know that? I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“I love you, too,” you say back. “And that’s all that matters.”

James gives you a grateful smile and nod before asking, “How was your day?”

You shrug. “It was fine. I got a decent amount of tips, one elderly couple gave me a thirty dollar tip, can you believe that?” You ask and watch as he shakes his head at you. “Thirty dollars, and all because I said that they reminded me of us. I told the man that he was like an older version of my boyfriend, and then he gave me three tens when he came up to the counter to pay.”

“Wow,” James hummed, running his nose along the edge of your jaw. “I hope I can spare thirty bucks when I’m his age. How old did you say he was?”

“I don’t know, I’d guess he’s in his late seventies,”

James let out a low whistle. “I have just over forty years to save up enough money so I can give out thirty dollar tips to cute managers,”

You roll your eyes and reach over to pick up the small bits of ground beef that were left on the plate, sprinkling the crumbs into your mouth before correcting him, “Assistant manager,” you mumble as your hand traces over the tattoo on his arm, the simple font displaying your birth year. He had gotten the tattoo for you about seven months into your relationship, and for the past three years, it quickly had become one of your favorite pieces of artwork that adorned his body.

He shakes his head again and hugs you tighter against him. “Same difference,”

“Oh, I meant to tell you earlier,” you begin and sit up, wiping the excess crumbs from off your hand. “My car is making a weird noise whenever I turn left. I noticed it this morning after you went to work, and I was going to stop by Lewis’ but I was running late.”

James nods and runs his hands up your back. “Okay, I’ll take a look at it before I leave tomorrow,” he offers. “Maybe I’ll take your car to work with me and you can use mine while I fix yours.”

You give him a look of surprise. “Really? You’d let me drive the Duster?”

He nods, closing his eyes as he brushes his nose against yours. “You’d be surprised at the things I’d let you get away with, baby,”

You hum softly, moving your body so you are straddling him. “I guess that makes me the lucky one,” you mumble before leaning in and connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

The sight you were met with when you returned home from work the next day was one you weren’t expecting. After parking James’ beloved Duster on the side of the road next to the house, you find the door unlocked as you enter the house and shrug off your jacket.

James was sitting at the piano, and you took notice of how dark it was in the house, with the only light source coming from the lamp in the kitchen. “Hey, Jamie,” you quietly greet him as you place your jacket on the back of the chair. “The chef made too many servings of cannelloni tonight, and guess who got to take the leftovers home?”

You knew James loved it when you cooked him homemade food, but you also knew you weren’t as skilled in the kitchen as the staff at the restaurant, so there was a handful of food you weren’t able to make yourself. Cannelloni was one of them, and they were also one of his favorite items on the menu, so you expected he would be happy to hear you got to bring some home.

He was sitting at the piano but wasn’t playing anything. In fact, his hands were placed in his lap, and when he turned his head to look up at you, the state of his face had you stepping back with a gasp.

“Jesus, James,” you say in shock, blindly reaching behind you to flip the lightswitch. With the lights now on, you had a clear view of his face and the damage that had been done to it. The skin around his right eye was a light shade of red, and you could see a bruise starting to form. His lower lip had a small cut on it as well, and there was a bit of dried blood still on his chin. “What the hell happened?”

“I fixed your car,” he said. You step towards him again and gently grip his face, turning it so the light was shining directly on him. As you examine his injuries, you take his hand in yours, and it was then when you saw that his knuckles were bruised as well. “Frankie’s back home.” Was all he had to say and you felt your shoulders tense up.

His brother was let out of jail? That in itself was surprising, but not nearly as shocking as the fact that he only had to spend ten years behind bars for killing a cop. James served sixteen months, so you guess you had Frankie to thank for taking the majority of the blame and keeping his little brother out of jail for a decade. If he hadn’t, you would’ve never met him, so you were somewhat thankful for the man, despite only knowing him through James’ stories of him.

“Is that a good thing?” You ask, fearing you already knew the answer, if his face was anything to go by.

“It’s never a good thing with him,”

He could say that again.

You press your lips into a thin line before walking over to the small freezer and rummaging around in it. “Yeah, I guess not,” you mutter and make your way back over to him with a bag of frozen veggies in your hand. “I’m guessing he did this to your face?”

His silence was the only answer you needed, and you sighed as you gently placed the bag against the sore skin around his eye.

“You know, the more I learn about this guy, the less I want to meet him,” you say under your breath and watch him wince at the cold feeling against his face.

“I can’t say I actually want you to meet him,” he replied. “I mean, he’s my brother, but I haven’t seen him in ten years. I know I’m not the same person I was a decade ago, but something tells me he didn’t change at all.”

You nod in agreement. “No, you’re not the same person,” you press a kiss to the top of his head as he wraps his arms around your middle. You stood between his legs as he sat at the piano bench, your fingers gently massaging his scalp. “But, you know, maybe I should go and meet this guy, hear what his excuse is for hitting your pretty face.”

James, like you hoped, laughed at that and rested the other side of his face against your stomach. “I’m keeping you as far away from him as I can,” he says and you can’t help but smile at his protectiveness over you. “I don’t need him fucking up what we’ve worked for these past three years. I won’t let him.”

You lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head. “I know, and he won’t, because in case you haven’t noticed; I’m with you. Through everything, I’m on your side,” you promise. “As long as you don’t shut me out, I’m all in.”

James lifted his head and gave you the most grateful look you had ever seen, before standing up and dropping the frozen bag onto the bench. His hands find home on your hips and he dips down to press his lips to yours, ignoring the slight sting that shot through his cut.

You rest your hands on his chest as he deepens the kiss, letting his mouth tell you all the words he couldn’t form in that moment. He was frustrated and pissed off about Frankie’s sudden return, and even more agitated that Frankie hadn’t even been out of jail for more than a day before he was already trying to rope him back into that lifestyle he no longer wanted any part in.

He had already made a mess of his face, and to make matters worse, James had a meeting with the bank tomorrow to see if he could talk his way into receiving a loan to get him started on his business. While he didn’t regret getting his tattoos, some of them were questionable, and he was already planning to wear long sleeves to cover them up, but now he’d have to show up with a busted lip and the start of a black eye.

You’re the first to pull away, but you keep your forehead pressed to his as you say, “Promise me that you won’t let him ruin what you’ve been working so hard for,” you plead. “You’ve been through too much to let it all go to waste.”

James keeps his eyes closed as he mumbles, “I promise,”

“And if things go wrong or get out of hand or whatever, please,” you start, pulling away so you could look into his eyes. “Don’t shut me out or push me away because you think I can’t handle it or something. I need you to be honest with me, always.”

James reaches up to caress the sides of your face as he nods and steps closer to you. “I promise,” he murmurs again and leans back down to kiss you. “I won’t let Frankie fuck this up for us. Not now and not ever.”

His words were spoken between kisses and you let him coax your worried thoughts out of your head as he backed you towards the bed. When the backs of your knees hit the edge, you fall onto the bed and gently grip James’ biceps as he crawls on top of you.

He made you promise after promise as his lips traced over every inch of your body, and he reassured you for hours on end. While you were still nervous to know that Frankie was a free man now, James was really good at easing your mind and making you believe you had nothing to worry about.

So, as he held you in his arms later that night, feeding you bites of the now cold cannelloni, you let your mind believe that Frankie was simply just his brother and not a convicted and selfish murderer.

James had a hard time getting out of bed the following morning, but he forced himself to get up and dress himself in his best clothing, hoping to impress the bank teller during his interview he had in about an hour.

He was nervous, but the quick kiss you gave him and your words of, “Good luck today, you’ll do great. Call me when it’s over, I love you,” was all he needed to feel ready enough to give it his best.

Once you had left to go to work, he was on his own as he drove to the bank and tried to talk the teller into agreeing on a loan. He wasn’t sure why he thought this time would be different, but something about your hopeful voice and the need to please you had him believing he actually had a chance.

He left the bank, tugging off his tie as he clicked on your contact. He knew your schedule pretty well now, and he knew you were on your break, so he wasn’t surprised that you picked up after only two rings. “Hi, Jamie!” Your cheerful voice had him squeezing his eyes shut as he sat down on the stairs that led up to the bank doors. “How did it go?”

James rubbed his forehead and sighed, dreading having to tell you the embarrassing news that he had been turned down yet again. “It went well,” he answered honestly. The interview did actually go pretty decently, but in the end, he just wasn’t good enough.

And somehow you knew that, “But?” You drag the word out and he can hear you fumble around with something on the other end of the line.

“But,” he started and looked up at the passing cars. “‘They don’t make small business loans anymore.’ Whatever the fuck that means.”

In the break room at the restaurant, you bit down on your bottom lip as you looked over the schedule for the day. “I’m sorry, James, that really sucks,” you weren’t sure how to comfort him without being there with him in person. “Hey, don’t worry about it, someone else will loan you the money, it just takes time.”

Unbeknownst to you, just the sound of your voice brought him a large amount of comfort, and he already felt his mood lifting the longer you spoke to him.

“I’m off early today, Mikey is the supervisor for the next few days,” you explain and James smiled to himself, already knowing where this was heading. “Why don’t I meet you at the bar in a few hours? We can get drunk together and forget about the stupid person who wouldn’t know what a good investment is if it punched them square in the face.”

He laughed and bunched his tie up in his fist. “That sounds good to me, baby,”

“Great,” he could hear the grin in your voice. “Give me, like, three hours, then I’ll be off.”

James nodded even though you couldn’t see him. “Okay,”

“Okay,” he hears someone calling you, and he knew you had to wrap up the call soon. “Okay, well I gotta get back to work, but thank you for calling me. And I mean it, that investor doesn’t know how good they could’ve had it.”

He smiled again at that. “Thanks, sweet girl,”

“I love you, James,” you say softly. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” he says back. “I love you, too.”

He waits until you end the call before standing up from the stairs, stuffing his phone in his pocket and making his way to his car.

When James parked outside the bar and made his way inside, the last thing he expected to see was his brother sitting on the stool, clearly on his second or third drink.

He guessed he’d have to get used to the sight since Frankie was a free man now, and was never one to turn down cheap drinks at a lesser known bar.

James sighed and made his way over to the man, letting his brother pull him onto the stool next to his and wrap his arm around him. “Yo, I can’t believe this place is still in business, man,” he slurs and gives James a half-assed hand shake. “Yo, let me get another Jamison’s. Two, for me and my brother.”

Yeah, Frankie had definitely had more than one drink so far, if his unsteady stance was anything to go by.

“My brother,” Frankie mumbles, sitting down again. “How you been, Jimmy?”

“It’s James now, alright? People don’t call me Jimmy no more,”

Frankie tilts his head at that. “No?” He asks, not giving him a chance to respond before he continues, “Okay, James. You all grown up now?”

James shook his head, his expression unimpressed as he asked, “What are you doing here, Frankie?”

His brother sighs and rests a hand on his shoulder, giving him a soft shove as he says, “Look, I know you’re upset, alright? You got a right to be,” he began, and James was already done with this conversation. “It’s just… I figured after all this time, you know?”

“Yeah? What’d you figure, Frankie?” James muttered, wanting to call you and ask for you to just pick up beer and take it back to the house so he could avoid you having to meet his brother. “What’d you figure? You’d come back and what?”

Frankie lit a cigarette and avoided the question.

“I went to jail, Frankie,”

He was met with a glare. “Bro, you got off easy with sixteen months. I did ten years,”

“Yeah? And whose fault was that?”

“Mine. It was mine, Jimmy,” Frankie had already gone back to using his past name, but James didn’t bother to correct him. “Every day I was in there, every fucking day, Jimmy, I thought about you.”

James wished he could be comforted by that, but now he just felt on edge. His brother was bad news, and he was quickly realizing that his release might not have been a good thing after all.

“I’m sorry, man. I want to make amends,”

“It’s not so easy, Frankie,”

“I know, I know,” his older brother grunts, reaching over to tug at the hair on James’ neck. “I’m so proud of you, Jimmy, really, I am.”

James shook his head as he watched the bartender pop the caps off the beer.

“I’m proud of you, Jimmy,” Frankie said again. “You’re a fucking good looking kid, man. I mean, I don’t know who mom fucked, but you lucked out.”

That actually had James laughing as he looked over at his brother, his eyes tired and guarded.

Frankie took a drag from the cigarette. “You know how much I bragged about you? Everyone in D block knows about how you blew up all that stuff, man,” he continued, “You know what kind of street cred I got for having a brother who knows how to blow shit up, man?”

James sighed again at that, wanting to forget that part of his life. “Yeah, well, the world forgets fast, Frankie,”

“So we’ll make ‘em remember,” he puts out the cigarette on the surface of the bar. “I got a solution.”

“You’ve got a solution?” James felt a sense of dread enter his body at that. He promised you he wouldn’t let his brother drag him back down to the person he once was, and he wasn’t about to break that promise. “Frankie, I’ve changed, alright?”

“Jimmy, I’ve changed,”

He found that hard to believe. “You’ve changed?”

“Yeah, I’ve done a lot of soul searching, really,” Frankie insisted. “I’m, like, Buddha and shit.”

Another laugh escaped James, and these were the kinds of conversations he missed during the last ten years. Just two guys being brothers and talking about the most random things, that was how he wanted to remember Frankie. That was the only thing he wanted to bring back from his past.

“Believe me, I’ve had time to think, okay?”

James took the bottle that was being held out to him and grasped it with one hand, the cool glass calming down his hot skin. “Yeah, me too,” he said. “All that shit we did, I can’t go back to that. I’ve got a girl now, I’ve got a life. I made promises that I intend on keeping, man.”

Frankie looked surprised at that as he leaned away and rested his elbows on the bar. “A girl, huh?” He asked, bringing the bottle of beer up to his lips. “You been with her long?”

“Yeah, three years, man,” James answered, feeling a bit panicked that you would have to actually meet his brother now. He was really regretting not calling you and taking the party back home before you even got here. “She’s great and she means a lot to me, alright? She’ll be here any minute and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t give her a hard time.”

Frankie scoffed. “Why would I give her a hard time? She makes my little bro happy! I can’t wait to meet her,” he came off sounding more sarcastic than genuine.

James opened his mouth to plead with his brother, but the feeling of arm wrapping around his shoulders had him biting his tongue. “Hi, Jamie,” came your sweet voice, and he knew it was you by just your touch.

He turned to you, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist as he tried to shield your body with his own. “Hi, baby,”

You look around him and narrow your eyes at the man smirking at you. “Who’s this?” But you had a feeling you already knew the answer.

The man, who had more tattoos than James did, reached his arm over and held his hand out to you. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Frankie, I’m his brother,”

You hesitantly use your free hand to shake his, a nervous smile on your lips when you catch sight of his bruised knuckles. They were bruised because he had decided to re-enter his brother’s life by swinging his fist at him, and the thought had you pulling your hand away after a quick shake. “Y/n,” you say sharply, inching closer to your boyfriend and placing your hand on his thigh. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your words go straight to the older man’s head, and he nudges James with a sly grin. “Yeah, have you? You been bragging about me, too, Jimmy?”

James shakes his head, hating that he had put you in this unbelievably awkward situation. You looked like you wanted to leave, and he had no problem leaving with you, but he also knew you didn’t want to be rude to his family member. You were nice like that, and he adored you for it, but this was one situation he would’ve preferred your bratty side to come out and whisk him back home.

“I wouldn’t call it bragging,” you answer for him, furrowing your brows at his brother. “I hear you’re the one who marked his face up the day before his interview. Kind of fucked up, no?”

Frankie only half listened to you and turned to James with a surprised expression. “An interview? For what?”

James shrugged, not wanting to tell him what the interview was regarding. The last thing he needed was for him to know that he was hoping to start his own Auto business within the next couple of months. “I told you, man, I’ve changed,”

“I can see that,” Frankie gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. “My brother.”

You were beginning to feel overwhelmed, and James knew it as he could feel your body tense up in his arms. He turns to you, protectively hiding your body from the eyes of his brother. “How was the rest of your shift?”

Appreciating the fact that he was trying to change the subject, as well as keep your mind off everything, you let yourself relax against the side of his body as his hands smoothed out your work shirt, complete with the logo of the restaurant sewed onto the right side of the chest area. “It was fine,” you answer quietly. “Missed you.”

James leaned in and allowed you to close the remaining distance for a brief kiss. “Missed you,”

He ordered you a beer after that, and you did your best to keep your interactions with Frankie to a minimum. Seeing as James was sitting between you two, that wasn’t too hard to do.

Until he decided he wanted to learn more about the girl who had taken over his little brother’s heart. “So, Y/n,” he began, leaning on the bar so he could look around James and at you. “What are you, a waitress, or something?”

He tips his beer bottle in the direction of the logo on your shirt. While you somewhat appreciated his interest in getting to know you, the mocking tone he used wasn’t taken well by James. “She’s the assistant manager,” he answers for you, and you were glad you didn’t have to speak to the man more than you already have. “That place would go to shit without her.”

You roll your eyes and gently slap his shoulder. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” you shrug and take a drink from your beer. “I just put in more hours than most people there and I guess that’s enough to impress my boss.”

James hated when you didn’t hype yourself up and flaunt your accomplishments, but he also knew why you usually kept quiet about those things. You weren’t one to brag, and you preferred to celebrate your successes behind closed doors with him. Still, he wished you could see just how important you are and felt confident enough to share your success.

James couldn’t help but do all the bragging for you, and maybe it was because it was still lost on him how a guy like himself could ever end up with a girl like you. “She’s being modest, man,”

Frankie cocked his head and raised one brow as he asked, “Yeah? Assistant manager, huh? That’s great,”

You gave him a forced smile, and you were thankful when your phone went off from its place inside your jean pocket. Grabbing it, you see it’s a call from the restaurant and you lean over, making James lean towards you as well out of habit. “It’s work,” you tell him. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and you leave the bar after pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.

Not even a minute after you had excused yourself, Frankie was grabbing James’ attention again. “You’ve found yourself a good one, huh, Jimmy?” He teased and finished his third beer. “She’s great, really. Easy on the eyes, too, man.”

James glared at him, his fingers wrapping tighter around his own beer bottle. “Don’t,”

Frankie held his hands up in self defense. “Hey, bro, I’m just saying,” he says. “She’s a looker.”

James opened his mouth to defend you, but turned when he felt your hand on his arm. “Hey, Jamie,” you begin, giving him a guilty look. “That was Mikey, he needs me to cover someone’s shift.”

He gives you a somewhat hidden look of disappointment and runs his left hand up your back, his tattoo he got for you on full display in the dim lighting.

“I’m sorry, I know we were supposed to get drunk together and forget about that stupid interviewer. If it helps, I was really looking forward to you taking me home later,” you say the last part directly next to his ear, so only he could hear it in the somewhat loud bar. “I’ll be home by ten at the latest, I promise.”

James, the understanding guy he had become, nods and pulls you a bit closer to say, “That’s fine, baby,” he then adds, “Are you okay to drive?”

He knew you were a bit of a lightweight, and he could hold his alcohol a lot better than you could (he had Frankie to thank for introducing him to it at a young age), so he was prepared to drive you back to the restaurant if you needed him to.

You just shook your head, not even having the chance to finish your beer before you had to leave. “Yeah, I’m good. Stay, hang out with your brother,” you give said brother a guarded look. “I’ll see you at home.”

“Okay,” James says and presses his lips to the side of your head in a quick kiss. “Be safe.”

“I always am,” you grin at him before quickly adding, “You too, please.”

You left shortly after that, bidding Frankie a quick goodbye before leaving the bar. “I like her,” he said and James scoffed, still wishing you hadn’t been given the chance to meet him. At least not yet. “She seems sweet, innocent.”

James finished his beer and turned to face his brother. “Enough, Frankie. Whatever you’re thinking about her, get it out of your head,” he muttered. “I’m trying to marry her, start a life together.”

Frankie leaned back on the stool. “Marry? Fuck, man, I didn’t realize it was that serious,” he said under his breath. “Look, just give the broad moms old ring and call it a day.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” James sat up straighter and narrowed his eyes. “I mean it. And moms ring is worthless compared to her. A cheap and ugly band that had no business leaving her finger. We should’ve buried her with it.”

“Hey, I had no part in that. I was locked up when she kicked the bucket, remember? Taking that thing off her finger wasn’t my idea,” Frankie muttered. A moment of silence passed before he got that look in his eye. “About before; I’m gonna make things right. You need money? To buy your girl a ring? I know two guys, good guys, alright, Jimmy? They really looked out for me in the joint.”

James hummed, already feeling on edge again now that he was alone with his brother. He knew you brought him comfort whenever you were near him, but he never expected to feel like this around his own flesh and blood. He wished he went home when you left. “What about ‘em?”

“We all want the same things,” Frankie began, lighting up another cigarette. “To overcome the obstacles.”

James gave him a weary look. “Frankie, I’m not doing nothing shady,”

Frankie took a swig of his fourth beer. “Shady? You call real estate shady?”

A snort escapes James. “Real estate?” He laughed. “What, you get yourself a fucking real estate license when you were locked up?”

Frankie curses him out, “I ain’t trying to be a fucking agent, bro, I’m the boss. I call the shots, cash the checks,”

“In that cheap suit?”

“Fuck you, man,”

“Yeah, fuck you, too,”

A calmness passes by the brothers for a second or two. “I want to look out for you, man. Like the old days,” James didn’t have the heart to tell him that he would never go back to how he was in the old days again. “Me and you against the world, remember?”

“Its been ten years, Frankie,”

“So what? Let’s go flip some houses, bro,” for some reason, James was actually starting to believe the words his brother was saying, and he hoped that didn’t mean he was already beginning to slip back into his old ways. “Flip and fix.”

“And where are you getting the cash from?”

“An investor,” Frankie answers and that grabs his attention more than anything else he had said tonight. “I got an investor. He’ll take most of it at first, but it’ll be a good start.”

James let his mind wander.

An investor? That could be huge. He could start his business, buy you your ring, and get out of the house he barely called a home.

At the end of the day, Frankie was bad news, and James had a horrible feeling about all of this.

Still, would he really lead him down a bad road just a few days after he got out of jail? He really wanted to believe that his brother truly did change in the last ten years.

Before he could answer, Frankie was getting up. “Come on. I want you to meet my boys, they’re outside,”

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geekforhorror · 6 days

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kiss it better

pairing: dbf!james kelly x fem reader

description: james kelly is one of your dads oldest friends who has a thing for you…especially in that short skirt of yours.

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!james, sub!reader, established age gap (james is 40, reader is 21), skirt fucking, james has a thing for your ass, pussy slapping, slight objectification, praise, degradation, corruption kink, unprotected p in v sex, fluff, etc.

word count: 2.5k

James knew what you were doing.

Currently, your dad was out buying some propane fuel for the barbecue grill outside because he had forgotten to get some beforehand. However, he had left you alone with his best friend James.

You had developed quite a crush on the older man a few years back and you’ve wanted him ever since. You didn’t know what it was about him that you found yourself attracted to the most. Maybe it was his faint stubble on his face, his piercing blue eyes, or his tattoos. Perhaps it was all three. You thought you were being subtle all this time about your little crush on James. I mean for christ sakes, you had even picked out the skimpiest crop top and tight skirt you owned when your dad told you he would be joining the two of you for the mini backyard barbecue.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed to James at all. He always saw how you would bat your doe eyes at him all innocently, the way you swayed your hips while walking past him, and how you tempted him. At first he thought he was looking into it too much, but then he saw it happen again…and again…and again. His need for you grew every passing day when you teased him and you were just adding more fire to his need for you.

That’s what was currently happening.

Your dad had texted you saying he would be back soon and told you to get the pack of beer out from the cooler in the kitchen.

“Can you come with me, Jamie?”

That was new. You had never called him Jamie.

“Sure, honey,” he says, trying to be nonchalant when all he wanted to do was smirk in your face. Plus, he wants to see the selection for himself. Classic James.

As you get up from the couch in the living room, he trails behind you, not missing a step before the two of you find the freezer where the blue cooler labeled ‘beer’ was located. Before you know it, you’re walking back to him and like always, you make sure to sway your hips for him. He was addicted to the way your pretty little body moved and couldn’t help but wonder how it would move while fucking you. His restraint was wavering.

Just when he thinks it couldn’t get any worse for him, you bend over. Doing this allows James to get a glance up your skirt and what he saw was enough for him to get hard in his faded blue jeans. Not only had you bent over for him on purpose, but had also worn the thinnest lace panties known to man. He swore he was going to blow his load right then and there.

Opening the box, you present it to James as if nothing had just happened. “Is this good for you Jamie?” you ask him sheepishly.

“I know what you’re doing, sweetheart,” he admits.

“What do you mean?” you ask with the fakest, most insincere tone you could possibly ever use.

“Don’t play dumb with me, doll. I see the way you act around me…acting all innocent after,” he says, calling you out with no hesitation.

“You did?” you ask.

“You make it hard not to notice when you’re parading your tits and ass around me every time I see you,” he says.

“What are you going to do about it?” you say with a smirk.

That was it.

Within seconds, he pounces himself onto you, his carnal desire for you getting the best of him. His lips latch onto yours, fueled with unwavering passion. He had waited for this moment and now it was happening. His tongue finally finds its way into your mouth and you don’t find yourself disgusted by it. All you felt was the desire for him to do unspeakable things to you.

“James…I need you,” you plead, whining into his mouth

“Already so desperate f’me and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he coos.

You could feel the arousal seeping through your panties at the sound of his silky smooth voice. The effect he had on you was profound. Melting over his voice? You were screwed.

His hands found purchase to your clothed ass, but that wasn’t enough for him. Taking initiative, he rolls the dainty fabric up to your hips, now allowing him to grope your ass with those fucking tattooed hands you loved so much. If he only knew the amount of times you had touched yourself while imagining that they were his hands on your body.

He hoists you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist before breaking the kiss. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, sweet girl…how many times I’ve had to hold myself back out of respect your old man, but fuck it. I want you.”

With that being said, he holds you with his arms and takes you out of the room. Before he can lead you up the stairs that lead to your room, you stop him.

“Where are you taking us?” you ask.

“To your room, angel,” he says to you.

“What’s wrong with the couch in the living room?” you implore.

“Sweetie, I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I’m gonna fuck you the way you deserve, not on some old couch,” he says before finally going up the stairs with haste, but also making sure he didn’t drop you in the process. You guys finally make it to your room and he wastes no time before placing you gently down on the bed, moving you backwards so there was enough room for him to successfully tower over your body. The sight gave you chills, but in the best way possible.

His lips latch onto your warm skin surrounding your collarbone before sucking away at the tender flesh of it. You let out a breathy whine at the newfound sensation. You could feel how soft his lips were…just like you imagined they would be.

“James…” you say.

“Yes, baby?” he asks back.

“Can’t take anymore teasing…need you inside me,” you beg of the older man.

“Shhh…patience, pretty girl…be patient for me, yeah?” he says in a soft voice at which you nod at. “Such a good girl.”

He can’t even stop himself before he starts stripping you of your clothes,..if you could even call them that with how short and dainty they are. “Raise your arms for me, angel…wanna see those pretty tits,” he coos. You do as he says and within seconds, he’s met with the bare flesh that had been hiding underneath your shirt. He was in heaven.

“Should’ve known you weren’t wearing a bra,” he smirks.

He had imagined your tits so many times while jacking himself off. He always imagined the way your tits would bounce when fucking you, the way he would suck them.

“These are fucking mine, got it?” he enunciates, now pinching one of your sensitive nipples with his slender fingers, then rolling it accordingly.

“Fuck Jamie…” you say, lost in the feeling.

“My baby’s already whining for me, hm? You haven’t seen anything yet,” he claims. You had no idea him saying that would lead him to now suck at your pebbled areolas to prove his point.

“Such pretty tits on such a pretty girl,” he praises. He decides to tease you even further by pulling down your expensive lace panties before throwing them aside like they were nothing. “And an even prettier pussy…so wet for me, baby.”

The anticipation for him to slide into you was truly killing you. It was always on your mind when you knew it shouldn’t be. “You’re fucking perfect…need to have you,” he says, almost sounding a tad bit desperate.

“I’m all yours, James,” you assure him.

“Glad to hear it, doll.” he smiles. Finally, after what seems like ages, he starts throwing articles of his clothing off his toned body before he’s only in his black boxers while on top of you. You couldn’t help your curiosity as to how hard he was and looked down at the sight below you…and god, he was huge. The outline of his hardened bulge was more than prominent, leading you to question whether you could take him or not. He notices your lingering stare and can’t help but grow a little cocky.

“Eyes are up here, baby,” he says before grabbing your chin with his veiny hand.

“I’m sorry…” you trail.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I think it’s quite cute seeing you get all flustered,” he says with a chuckle.

“I want your cock…please,” you beg, not even caring how desperate and whiny he had made you in this moment.

“Gonna fuck you so good until the only thing you remember is me and my name,” James promises you. “Gonna ruin you for anybody who thinks they have a chance with you.”

He slowly slides the fabric covering his cock down to the floor, where the rest of your guys’ clothes laid sprawled out. It only took a mere second before you saw the way his cock sprung towards his defined stomach. Fuck…he was gonna split you raw.

“You ready f’me, baby?” he asks you.

“Yes please…need your cock so bad,”

“Such a good girl for begging,” he praises while caressing your messy locks.

Suddenly, you feel his cock intrude your warm cunt, causing a moan to escape your lips from the sensation of him stretching you out with his thick cock.

“Shit…squeezing me so well, pretty girl… just like I thought you would,” he admits.

“Please move, James…” you whine.

“Anything for my girl,” he says before complying with your ever so desperate command. He begins thrusting into your tight hole without showing any signs of mercy or slowing down anytime soon. He wish he could take his time with you, but he knew it was only a matter of time until your dad was set to return.

“Just like that!” you scream out, your well manicured nails digging into his shoulder dimples as he fucks you into oblivion. With every inch inserted into you, the more dumb you could feel yourself becoming. But guess what? You didn’t give a fuck.

“Poor girl…already becoming dumb just from her daddy’s friend fucking her like the slut she is,” he degrades.

“Fuck…” you moan in response.

“Such naughty words from a girl like you,” he tuts in response.

“Need it harder…” you say in between raggedy breaths.

“You’re going to take what I give you and you’re going to like it, princess. Now behave,” he orders. You follow his instructions as explained before continuing with his erratic movements inside you. Your guys’ hips collide with one another, providing much needed friction that had both of you moaning. Sounds of your slickness began to fill the room and James couldn’t help but savor them. You felt his cock scrape your sensitive nerves that had already begun twitching around him.

He took in the way your chest heaved with every single thrust he made while inside you, the way you were panting for air…everything. You looked absolutely beautiful all fucked out for him and he would remember that sight below him for as long as he lived.

“Such a little cock slut, hm? So desperate for my dick that you dressed like this for me instead of asking me for it. Thought your daddy raised you to know better…guess not,” he tuts in disapproval. You felt yourself getting closer to your inevitable climax just by listening to his degrading words. You felt ashamed for getting off to someone speaking to you as if you were nothing, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Don’t fret baby, that’s what your new daddy is here for.” he says before slapping your pussy, guaranteeing that there would be a fresh mark tomorrow. The impact left a stinging sensation afterwards, but instead of wanting him to stop, you found yourself wanting more of his harsh blows. This was made crystal clear to him when you let out a moan.

“Look what we have here…a filthy slut moaning over getting treated like a fuck doll. My fuck doll,” he teases.

“Please…want more of it,” you admit.

“Of course you do, baby. Because you’re a pathetic little thing,” James mocks while still sheathed inside your sopping cunt. His hand lands another harsh hit to the irritated flesh, making you grip your sheets so hard that they were turning white.

“Fuck Jamie…’m so close,” you whimper.

“Hold on for a bit longer if you wanna prove you can be a good slut for me. Can you do that for me, baby?” he asks, hoping you would provide him with the right answer. You frantically nod your head, which was a good enough answer for him to keep bullying you and your pussy. Before you know it, he sets a new pace, one that was nothing short of animalistic. He wanted to be so deep inside of you as physically possible and that was what he was doing right now.

You can feel his cock twitch inside your warm cunt, which only makes him rock harder into you. Your vision becomes painted with stars as he was doing so and it felt fucking fantastic. He was the only man ever to make you feel like this. Safe to say, he exceeded any of your wild expectations.

Suddenly, you feel yourself becoming unraveled to the point where you can feel the hot coil start to unwind deep inside your fluttering stomach. With each additional movement he made, you felt the sensation become even more undeniable to feel.

“Please let me cum James!” you scream out in ecstasy.

“That’s it pretty girl…cum for me” he praises.

That’s all it took for you to splash your warm release all over his cock. You felt like you were on cloud nine while he was fucking you through your orgasm. The feeling of you coming undone on his dick finally made him ropes of his hot, sticky seed into your sensitive entrance. He groaned while doing so, which you found to be the hottest thing ever.

After the two of you come down from your heaven sent orgasms, he pulls out of you and lays down next to you. He positions himself so that he’s now looking at your pretty face in awe.

“I love you sweet girl and I hope you know I didn’t mean anything bad I said” he admits.

“I love you too James,” you say to him with a chuckle.

James smiles at your confession of love before pulling you in for a slow and gentle kiss, unlike the one you guys had shared before. The two of you found peace and solace in the kiss and you guys wouldn’t stop until either of your lungs gave out…or in this case, when your father comes home, which was now.

“Let’s not tell your father about this,” he says with a laugh.

“Agreed,” you say with a laugh back.

This was one for the books.

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queenie-official · 6 months

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he’s walking sex in this movie man 😩

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bunnylovesani · 3 months

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The Bratty Belle

Chapter 3

Summary: You drop your car off at James' shop and spend the day together, bonding more than expected when you receive a distressing phone call that makes your dark past come to light.

Tw: mentions of abuse/molestation/suicide

WC: 4k

Anxiously slamming the door shut, you got into your rusty car and started the sputtering engine. You almost lost control several times on the short drive over to James’ garage but tried your very best to park as sensibly as possible once you spotted him standing outside in his striped work suit, wrench in hand.

“You okay?” He asks tentatively as you exit the vehicle, shortly after hitting the curb.

“Yeah! Yeah, great.” You squeak, brushing some dust off your dress and stumbling over to him in your clacking heels. He looks like he’s about to say something about your driving skills but just about manages to hold it in.

“Come on through, I’ll give you the grand tour.” He opens the door and gestures for you to enter. A shiver courses through your body when his hand brushes past your lower back as you skip into the garage.

“It’s not much but it’s mine.” His voice echoes against the walls of the open space, tall ceilings and greasy oil spills in abundance.

“I like it!” You chirp, eliciting strange looks from some of his colleagues who wondered what the scantily clad floozy was doing in their workshop.

“Uh, guys- this is Bunny. I’m servicing her car.” James explains once he catches sight of their puzzled expressions and they nod at you courteously. “Through here is my office.” He continues the tour and guides you to a small but sleek room complete with a desk and computer. “Leave the car with me overnight and I’ll have it ready for you in a couple days. Do you need some driving lessons while we’re at it?” He chuckles as he leans on his desk, crossing his dirtied arms.

“I can drive perfectly well, thank you very much.” You huff, cheeks flushing at the memory of the cat you almost ran over on the way here.

“James, where’s your other tool kit- you know the one-oh. Hey.” A brunette woman with a button nose and a blue flannel shirt pops her head in. A flannel that looked suspiciously similar to the one James wore the other day.

“Hi.” You quietly reply, insecurity enveloping you. She saunters over to him and rests her elbow on his shoulder, brushing past you lightly in the process. “We have to get the Beetle fixed by Tuesday- the woman called to push the deadline up.”

“Seriously? Who does she think I am, her personal servant?” James recoils and the woman chuckles.

“Relax babe, you’re all knotted up.” She chuckles as she massages his shoulder lazily with one hand.

“Oh, and this is Bunny. Bunny, meet Vanessa. Vanessa, Bunny.” He points between you while tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose. Your lips form into a thin smile as you feel yourself shrinking.

“Aw, she’s adorable. Shy too. What’s she doing here?” She looks you up and down broodingly.

“Ask her yourself.” He pushes himself up off his desk and gives you a subtle wink as he heads out of his office. “Bunny, give me your keys and I’ll park the car into the garage. Meet me out back.”

You nod obediently as your gaze follows him out, eyes eventually meeting Vanessa’s in an uncomfortable silence.

“So. You’re his new neighbour, huh?” Vanessa opens up a pack of gum and takes a seat in James’ chair, not offering you any.

“Yeah. Moved in last week.” You shuffle nervously under her unfaltering gaze, steely and cold.

“And you’re already getting a free servicing job out of him. You work fast.” She smacks her lips and you scrunch up your nose at the strong scent of spearmint emanating from her.

“Oh no, I have every intention of paying him for all his-“

“He told me not to charge a cent for this job. Told me to put all costs on his card.” She interjects monotonously, making a stark difference to the chirpy demeanour she had when he was around.

“Oh. Well, I didn’t know that.” You reply earnestly, feeling a slightly threatening aura lingering in the air.

“Now why would a cold, self-absorbed man like James suddenly want to start doing charity work well into his 30s?” She scans you scrutinizingly and the hair on the back of your neck stands up.

“Are you accusing me of something?” You reply boldly, sensing her opinion of you had already been formed.

“I don’t know, Bunny. That depends on what your intentions are.” She straightens up in her seat and blows a bubble with her gum.

“James is waiting for me.” You head out towards the door, wishing for an end to this painfully tense interaction.

“You sure that’s not all he’s waiting for?” She quipped and it took every last bit of strength to ignore her, continuing your march out the door.

Pacing to the garage where James told you to come, your head spun with confusion; why would he want to pay for you? You knew the parts wouldn’t come cheap and he’d made it clear he wasn’t trying to pursue a relationship with you- so what did he want?

“That was quick. Thought you and Vanessa would’ve been chatting for a while longer.” He comments as he slams your car door shut, having just reparked it. “What’d she say to you?” He asks suspiciously after seeing your perplexed expression.

“Nothing. Just didn’t find the conversation too riveting. Would rather see what my favourite mechanic was up to.” You joked, stepping closer towards him. He raises his bushy brows and cracks an earnest smile, pearly whites contrasting against his sweaty, tan face.

“So what’s the verdict? Is she wrecked beyond repair?” You ask, peering over his shoulder to observe the rusty hunk of metal you called a car.

“Of course not. I’ll have her good as new by the end of the week.” He pats your shoulder as he walks by you. “Let’s go for dinner.”

“Oh?” Before you can even object, he’s unzipping his work suit and walking towards his truck.

“Get in.” He opens the passenger side door and you find yourself jumping in without a second thought.

“Burger and milkshake sound good?” He starts the engine with a roar and you nod in response. “Get this on.” He reaches around you and clips your seatbelt into place.

“Thank you.” You’re filled with confusion over his strangely paternal behaviour as Vanessa’s words echo in your head.

Glancing over to your left, you ogle the way he keeps a firm hand on the steering wheel, tapping the leather with his fingertips. His side profile is so entrancing, chiselled jawline and Adam’s apple framing his strong features perfectly.

“What are you staring at, you little creep?” He grins and you snap your head back to face the front.

“You have something on your face. Bit of smudged oil.” You point at his cheek unconvincingly, hoping he doesn’t check in the rearview mirror.

James pulls into a parking lot outside a quaint little diner and parks the car carefully before jumping out to open the door for you. You got the sense that he wasn’t usually such a cautious driver.

“A girl could get used to this.” You giggle as you take his hand and hop out of the car, walking with him to the entrance.

“It’s concerning that you find basic chivalry impressive.” He mutters, guiding you to a chequered cloth clad booth in the corner of the establishment before taking a seat with a heavy huff.

“You tired?” You ask, sitting prettily opposite him.

“Long day. Like every day.” He looks away, grabbing the menu a little too fervently. “What do you want?”

“Oh, umm...” You peer over and scan the menu but the endless options have your head spinning- you’d always been infuriatingly indecisive.

James patiently waits for a couple of minutes as you flick through the extensive pages before summoning a waitress over with a raised hand.

“I’ll have a hamburger and coffee- leave the jug- and a double cheeseburger and strawberry milkshake for the lady. Don’t forget the fries.” He fires out and hands the sluggish waitress the menu back.

“How’d you know that was what I wanted?” You squeak out, watching the waitress ring the order up in the kitchen.

“Lucky guess.” He winks. “Too hungry to wait for you to analyse the whole menu. Hope you don’t mind.”

“No, but a double along with a milkshake might be a little much?” You giggle, remembering how you’d eaten already before you came by.

“Well, I have to keep you full. I can’t imagine how grumpy you get when you’re hungry.” He shakes his head at the thought.

“Here’s that milkshake for the lady and a big ole jug of coffee for you, handsome.” The waitress saunters by and pours his drink into a mug, bending over to accentuate her cleavage.

“Thanks.” He looks her up and down for the briefest moment before ducking his head, weaving it away from her to meet your eyes again. “How’s the shake, kiddo?” He smiles as you take a sip from the stripy red straw.

“Delicious. But I make it better.” You flirt, noticing the sulking waitress frowning as she trudged away.

“I’ll have to taste it sometime.” The expression on his face is calm and sincere with a hint of something in his eyes that you can’t quite explain.

“James?” You intoned, dragging out his name.

“Yes, Bunny?” He played along.

“That day before you came over for the first time, were you arguing with someone on the phone?” You queried innocently, knowing already that he was.

“You could say that.” He sighed and waved his hand dismissively as the food arrived, delivered by a waiter this time.

“Who with? It looked quite heated.” You coaxed, keen to know more.

“You talk a lot. Eat your food.” He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat before taking a big bite out of his burger.

Not wanting to push his buttons any further, you abandon your curiosity for the time being and tuck into your meal.

You and James exchange several glances as you eat in a comfortable silence, that familiar bubbling feeling rising in your chest every time you made eye contact. Once you’d finished, James swiftly paid the bill- leaving no time at all for you to voice your protests and effectively silencing you by getting up and heading out the door.

“Thanks for the lift home.” You murmured once you’d gotten back into the car and he looked at you with an expression that neared disgust.

“What was I supposed to do, leave you to walk home after I’d taken you out? Honestly, what kind of fucking idiots have you been hanging around?” He scoffs, shaking his head and you shrink down into your seat.

He wasn’t wrong, you’d never been around the gentlemanly type before and spending time with James was making you shamefully aware of that.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask sweetly, swaying on your tiptoes once he’d walked you to the front door. “I have some more of those girl scout cookies you liked.”

“Maybe just for one.” He chuckled at the mention of the sweet treat before strolling into your apartment.

“Here you go.” You retrieved the pastries from the kitchen and handed them to James, who was standing patiently in the arch under your doorway with an endearing smile painted on his face. “I added some other things I thought you might like.”

He inspected the transparent bag laden with cookies, cinnamon swirls and chocolate croissants- lovingly wrapped with a satin pink bow.

“It looks so pretty, I don’t even want to open it.” He stares at it in disbelief. “Thank you. This is so nice. No one’s ever….you really made all this?”

You nodded and his earnest gratitude warmed your heart.

“I should be the one thanking you.” You brush your hand against the side of his arm. “I’ve never been shown so much kindness.”

“Jeez, kid, it was only dinner.” He chuckles.

“And it’s only some cookies.” You assert and he stares at you with a look of understanding unlike one you’d ever seen before. “I know about the car too. Vanessa told me.”

He curses under his breath and looks away, almost looking embarrassed.

“And you don’t even want to sleep with me. I’m confused, James. Why are you being so good to me?” You stare into his eyes searching for an explanation.

“Bunny, how can you even say that?” He grabs your face affectionately with furrowed brows before awkwardly retreating his hand a moment later. “You…I don’t even know what to say to that. As if that’s the only interest a man could have in you.”

“Well, isn’t it?” You ask dejectedly.

“Of course not!” His hands settle for holding your wrists, needing to touch you in some way but not wanting to overstep.

“So what reason do you have?”

He looks so conflicted that it takes him a little while to form his next sentence.

“You seem like a good kid. If I can help you out, I’m happy to.” He replies with a heavy sigh- as if he’s releasing thoughts that shouldn’t be there.

“And your girlfriend doesn’t mind?” You ask curiously.

“It doesn’t matter what she thinks. My business is my own.” You look down and notice how firm his hold over your wrists still is. “And I wouldn’t go as far as to call her my girlfriend. We’ve only been out on a couple dates.”

Try as you may, you couldn’t stop the wide grin that spread across your beaming face. You expected him to scold you in his usual cocky manner- to make some kind of comment about how that didn’t mean he was interested but he simply smiled back.

A shrill ringing filled the room and you recognised it as the sound of your phone.

“One second.” You giggled at James and he nodded, stepping aside to answer your call. Looking down at the bright screen, you saw it was your step-sister calling.

“Daisy?” You picked up hesitantly- you weren’t exactly on speaking terms.

“Dad’s in the hospital. It’s not looking good.” Her grave voice exhaled and a shiver ran down your spine. You hated when she referred to him as your father.

“W-what’s wrong with him?” You ask with morbid curiosity.

“He was in an accident. Hit head-on by a drunk driver on his way to work this morning. You need to get here!” She choked back tears.

“I don’t know, Dais…” Your mind flooded with childhood memories of your stepdad. Not a single one was pleasant. He might’ve been Daisy’s dad but he sure as hell wasn’t yours.

“What do you mean you don’t know?! There’s no question, you need to come here and see him now!” She shrieked, desperation laced in her voice.

“I told you I’d never set eyes on that man again. This doesn’t change that.” You tried your best to sound stern despite the pain that was building.

“I can’t believe you’re being so selfish. Distancing yourself from your family just to prove a point when we already know you lied.” The venom in her voice strikes you to your core.

“I have done nothing but tell the truth. You all chose to take his side.” The tears started spilling. “My only real family was my mother. And he is the reason she’s no longer here.”

“She’s got no one to blame but herself. She took the easy way out. I guess you’re a coward just like her.”

“I hope he dies. Slowly and painfully.” You spit down the line before hanging up and throwing your phone across the room, a sobbing fit racking through your body.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” James rushes over, wrapping his arms protectively around your shoulders. You’d forgotten he was even here but you were glad to be shrouded in his warm embrace.

“My stepdad…he’s dying- and I’m happy about it? And I think I might’ve messed things up forever with the only family I have left. I’m a terrible person.” You choked out the words between snivels.

“I don’t know about the rest but I know for sure you’re not a bad person. Calm down sweetheart, everything’s okay. I’m here.” You weep into his chest, staining his shirt with thick tears. “Why do you hate your stepdad?”

“Wh-when I was a kid, he’d - well he’d-“

“Take your time, angel.” He pulled you in closer when you struggled to get the words out.

“When my mom first married him, he’d sneak into my room at night and do things to me. I was too scared to say anything. He said it’d be our little secret.” You shudder, feeling more vulnerable in this moment than you had in years.

“Bunny…” James looked distraught, his face contorted and twisted into a look of disbelief, sorrow and disgust. “And you feel bad for wishing he’d die? If the bastard survives, I’ll go to that hospital and finish him off myself.”

You stop the stream of tears for just long enough to gaze up at him pitifully- in a state of utter confusion that someone could feel so much empathy for you.

“And I take it your stepsister doesn’t believe you?” He continues, rubbing your back in an attempt to instil you with calm.

“No.” You sniffle. “She thinks I’m making it all up.”

“Did your mother know?” He asks cautiously, careful not to upset you any further.

“No, no I hid it all. It was only a couple years ago that I worked up the courage to let it all out. Thought it would help but it turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life. It filled her with such regret and shame that she didn’t even get to finalise the divorce before she… she couldn’t live with herself knowing she’d let that happen to me. So she, she-“

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He pulled you down on the couch, sweetly kissing your forehead and smoothing your hair as you cried your heart out.

“Daisy’s right- I am selfish. If I’d never said anything, she would’ve still-“

“Don’t.” He interrupted you. “Don’t you dare blame yourself.”

You were used to being rattled beyond repair whenever you came into contact with your stepfamily- but you weren’t used to having someone alongside you to pick up the pieces. Something so unfamiliar had never felt so good.

“Will you stay with me?” You asked with such tooth-rotting sweetness you were sure he couldn’t refuse. His eyes darted back and forth and he licked his lips in thought.

“Like, for the night?”

“Yes. Just one night. Please.” Your reddened, glassy eyes looked up at him sanguinely.

“Of course.” He whispered, rubbing the side of your cheek with his thumb. “Anything you need.”

Your faces were barely 2 inches apart but your gaze was stolen by his soft lips, plump with temptation. He said anything you need, right? Leaning in a little more until the tips of your noses were touching, you planted a gentle kiss on his parted lips. They rested against each other for a moment before James kissed you back, snaking his hand into your hair as he brushed his lips against your own passionately.

“Wait.” He pulled away with a wet smack. “You’re vulnerable right now. This is wrong.”

“Then why does it feel so right?” You attempted to close the gap between you but he backed away again, imposing an ever bigger distance.

“Bunny.” He warned, not budging.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You looked down in shame.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He looked out the window and you both suddenly became aware of how rapidly night had fallen. “Let’s get you ready for bed, hm?”

“But what about-“

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He quickly resolves the matter and stands up before heading to your bathroom. “Come on, let’s get that makeup off.” He beckons you and you slug over to him.

“But I look awful.” You sulk, hesitant to reveal your natural face to him despite crying most of your mascara off.

“That’s not possible.” He mumbles in a low voice, handing you some pre soaked cotton pads.

You swipe the black streaks away and wash your face as he leans against the ledge of the bathtub.

“All done. Are you gonna run away screaming now?” You playfully cover your face with your hands but he stands up and tucks your wrists down.

“You’re perfect.” He stares right through you, not letting you wriggle out of his grasp until his words sink in.

“Thanks.” You mutter uncomfortably, not sure what to make of the feelings he was bringing out in you.

You amble over to your room and change into your pyjamas; James being the gentleman he was closed the door behind you and waited patiently.

“You can come in.” You call out and he enters after a few moments to find you in your comfiest set of fluffy pyjamas. “Usually I wear something a little more cute but today, I just-“

“Stop explaining yourself.” He interrupted you again. He loved doing that. “You’ve never looked cuter. I like my girls a little fuzzy.” You giggle and playfully slap his hand away as he pinches your side.

“Thought you said you don’t see me in that kinda way.” You questioned teasingly.

“And it’s time for bed, little lady.” He chuckles and you throw a pillow his way. “Under the covers, c’mon.”

You shuffle into bed as he tucks you in, folding the frilly duvet in around you until you were safely cocooned.

“Alright, all tucked in. You gonna be okay?” He raises his eyebrows with the cutest concern and you nod drearily. “I’m right next door if you need something. Good night, sweetheart.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before turning the lights off and walking out.

After several hours spent tossing and turning, you resign yourself to a night of no sleep. The cogs in your mind whir with dizzying speed and the memories that resurface make you nauseous. You shook your head every time the image of your stepdad, twisted grin beaming down at you took shape but it wasn’t enough to clear your dirtied mind.

Sitting up with a huff, you turned your bedside lamp on and wondered if James was asleep yet. Creeping out the door, you heard his light snoring from down the hall as you tiptoed to the living room.

He looked so peaceful snuggled around the thin bedspread you kept on your couch but it dawned on you that in your distress, you’d forgotten to give the man a proper blanket. Quickly backtracking to retrieve a quilt, you grabbed your favourite pink one before going back to precariously swathe him in it, trying not to rouse.

“Mm, Bunny?” He whispered sluggishly, still half asleep.

“Just giving you a blanket. Go back to sleep.” You hushed before turning around to walk away but you felt a strong grip wrap around your wrist.

“Are you okay?” He opens his dreamy blue eyes and sits up a little.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just can’t sleep.” You admit, already feeling bad that you’d woken him up.

He shuffles back a little before grabbing the corner of the blanket and lifting it up.

“Come on. I know you want to.” He smirks and you bite your lip shyly.

Moments later, you’ve crawled in beside him and you’re enveloped in his arms- the musky scent of his faded cologne lingering under your nose as you press your face deeper into his chest. He held a protective arm around your shoulder as yours lay slouched around his waist, the heavy weight of the duvet pressing down comfortingly on you both.

James fell into the arms of Morpheus soon after and the gentle hum of his breathing resonated through the night, helping you fall into the most peaceful slumber you’d had since you were a child.

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James Kelly. — Drabble + JA.I Bot.

— CW: Finally a SFW! This isn't exactly canon-compliant with American Heist but I loved the character and this idea. In my head the little girl is named 'Olivia' but the bot lets you add any name you want!

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Knocking the door of the door '23', James takes a deep breath. It has been three years since the last time he saw you. Three years since the day he let you down and was forced to leave your side. You were always right and deep down he knew it, but he never listened; he was too young and reckless. People say jail changes you and he never fully understood it until he went through it himself.

He hears some music coming from inside the apartment, so he knocks again. Perhaps you didn't hear him the first time. James takes a moment to look around the hall. This apartment complex is definitely better than the one you lived in years ago, the least he can do is be glad to see you managed to get something better. Although, that ick that has been consuming him since he found out your new address is eating him up: Did you move on your own? He knew his family helped you a bit, as much as they could anyway. Are you living alone? He hopes you are, and he hates himself for it. And the worst of them all… are you still single?

The door finally opens and when he faces you after three goddamned years, the five-minute-long speech he had in his mind completely flew away. James can't believe how beautiful you are; you changed your hair, and you are wearing better clothes, but what really catches his attention… is that golden chain around your neck, the one he gave you when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

"Hey," He mumbles, feeling his throat dry and his heart racing. "You look… beautiful." Are those really his first words? "Look— I know it's been years and I know—" He stops.

That's when he sees her. Clinging to your leg. She has your hair, your nose, your lips, everything about her screams you… but her eyes. Those eyes are a familiar shade of dark blue.

Those are his eyes.

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cosmicanakin · 1 month

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tides of change | prologue.

pairing. james kelly x female reader.

outline. returning home to new orlean's help your mother with funeral arrangements and grieve the loss of your sister, lauren. you find solace in your niece and nephew - her kids.

contains. angst, death of a loved one, grief, & emotional distress.

authors note. this is basically an introduction for the series! but don't worry james will make his appearance very soon <3

the sky was overcast and dreary as you looked out the window of the plane, matching how heavily your heart felt in your chest. you had gotten the frantic call from your mom just a day ago, unintelligible sobs coming through the speaker as you struggled to make out what she was trying to say. once you had managed to calm her down enough, the words still rang in your head - your older sister lauren was dead.

shot down in the middle of the street on her way to work, a senseless act of violence that had ripped another loved one from your life. you and lauren had always been close growing up, her taking on more of a motherly role for you after your dad passed when you were young. the news had devastated you, a raw ache settling deep in your bones that only growing distance from new orleans could numb. but now you were returning, having to face the painful reality you had tried to escape for so long.

the cab pulled up outside the familiar green house you had spent your childhood in. everything looked the same yet felt wholly foreign now. you paid the driver and got out, dragging your suitcase behind you as you walked slowly up the weathered wooden steps of the porch. you could hear noise from inside - no doubt your mom was surrounded by friends and family offering their condolences. steeling yourself, you rang the bell and waited.

the door swung open to reveal your mom, her usual brightness dimmed by tired eyes puffy from tears. "oh honey," she breathed, pulling you into a tight embrace. you hugged her back just as fiercely, both of you finding solace in the comfort of family. after a few moments, she pulled away, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. "come in, sweetie. everyone's been expecting you."

you nodded, following her inside. the living room was filled with more people than you could count, all turning to offer you sad smiles or hugs as you made your way through. your mom led you to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee. "i'm just so glad you're here. it helps to have you for lauren's children."

at the mention of them, a fresh wave of grief crashed over you. aiden and lily, your beloved nephew and niece, who had just lost their mother in the worst way. "how are they doing?" you asked gently.

your mom sighed. "as well as can be expected i suppose. aiden tries to be strong for lily but i know he's hurting inside. they're upstairs if you want to go see them."

you nodded, giving her shoulder a squeeze before heading to the steps. you climbed slowly, dreading the pain you knew seeing them would bring but needing to be there all the same. stopping outside lauren's childhood bedroom, now occupied by her kids, you took a steadying breath before knocking lightly.

"come in!" came aiden's voice.

you opened the door to find them sitting side by side on the bed, coloring books and crayons scattered around. lily's eyes lit up when she saw you. "auntie!"

you managed a small smile for her sake, coming over to sit on lily's side and pulling them both into a hug. "i'm so sorry i couldn't be here sooner."

aiden just nodded, ever the serious eight year old. but lily clung to you, always the more openly affectionate of the two. "mommy's in heaven with grandpa now, right?"

a lump formed in your throat at her innocent question. "yeah sweetheart, she is. and i know she'd want you both to know how much she loves you."

you talked with them for a while, trying your best to comfort the grieving children as they grieved the mother they would never see growing up. eventually, though their growing tiredness became evident, and you put them both to bed with soft kisses to their foreheads before retreating back downstairs.

the crowd had dispersed some by then, leaving your mom washing dishes in the kitchen. you moved to help her dry. "how are the kids holding up, really?" she asked cautiously.

you sighed. "well they're alright? i guess. aiden seems to be shouldering a lot though, trying not to show how sad he truly is. and lily... she just misses her mommy." your voice broke on the last words.

your mom pulled you into her side, rubbing your back comfortingly. "they have you now though. and i know your sister would be grateful to have you here for them."

you nodded mutely, not trusting yourself to speak. the weight of responsibility for lauren's kids now rested heavily on your shoulders. you couldn't imagine their pain at such a tender age, having the stability and love of their mother ripped away. but you were determined to be there for them, to honor your sister's memory by helping to raise them the best you could.

the following week, preparations blurred by in a haze of funeral arrangements and grieving relatives. you focused your energy on aiden and lily, keeping them entertained and trying to give them as much normalcy as possible through the sadness. the service was a sombre affair, tears falling freely as lauren's casket was lowered into the ground beside your father's plot.

after, you helped your mom host the gathering back at the house. old friends regaled stories of lauren through watery smiles, no doubt wondering how someone so full of life could be taken so prematurely. as the crowd dispersed in the evening, a heavy tiredness settled over you. all you wanted was rest to escape the grief for a while.

"why don't you go on and get some sleep, hon. i've got things handled down here," your mom insisted, ever perceptive of your drained state.

you gave her a grateful hug. "thanks, mom. i love you." you head upstairs and collapse onto the bed with a tired sigh. the soft mattress enveloped you in comfort, lulling your mind towards sleep.

just then there was a soft knock on your bedroom door. "come in," you called quietly.

the door opened to reveal your niece lily, clutching her favorite stuffed animal tightly. her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at you. "i had a bad dream, auntie y/n. can i be with you?"

you gave her a gentle smile and opened your arms. "of course sweet girl. come here."

lily hurried over and climbed into bed next to you. you wrapped her in your embrace, rubbing her back soothingly until her tears subsided. "it's okay, you're safe now. i'll be right here all night to keep the bad dreams away."

eventually, her trembling slowed as exhaustion overtook her small body once more. you placed a soft kiss to her forehead, watching as she drifted into peaceful slumber curled up against your side. finding comfort in caring for lauren's children helped dull some of the aches in your own heart. for now, sleep was what you both needed most. and so with lily's quiet breaths filling the silence, you closed your eyes and surrendered to rest at last.

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