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corazondebeskar-reads · 9 months

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you know you never stood a chance - deleted scene #1

you know you never stood a chance series

deleted scene #1: you don't have to go home

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Joel Miller x f!reader

Words: 3.5k

Summary: set after the finale (like a few hours later lol) but before the epilogue. Joel catches a moderate but not life-threatening illness that forces you to tackle a subject you'd rather avoid.

Warnings: established relationship, angst, technically spoilers for tlou pt 2, poor communication, p in v, illness, anxiety, avoidance of feelings, major life decisions

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

When you see Tommy’s smug face at dinner, you turn on the heel of your boot to leave.

“Where’re you going?” Ellie says, coming up behind you. “You eating outside?”

“Sure, yup, that’s it,” you say, clutching your tray with both hands.

“Cool! Joel, I’m going to eat outside too,” she calls over her shoulder.

You risk a glance to see Joel looking at the two of you, brows wrinkled. He shrugs, and Tommy shakes his head at you.

“Chicken,” he mouthes.

You flip him off and go find a patch of grass to picnic on.

Ellie talks while she eats, food occasionally spraying out of her rapid-fire mouth. You’re more than happy to sit quietly and listen, to hear about the other kids she’s met and the neat things she’s found in her new room.

Your fortune doesn’t last. Tommy comes out of the hall with his hands in his pockets, still smirking.

“Ellie, why don’t you go grab some dessert?” he says as he helps himself to a seat on the ground.

“No thanks,” she says, looking between you.

“It’s pie,” he says.

“No thanks,” she says again. She puts on a very unnerving fake smile made worse by her widened eyes.

“He’s trying to get you to leave—“ you start.

She interrupts. “I know. I wanna hear whatever it is.”

“He’s trying to get you to leave so he can ask me about grownup stuff.”

Her nose crinkles as she catches on. “Ugh,” she groans and hauls herself to her feet before going inside. She takes both of your empty trays with her, and you feel a little sting of pride, however misplaced.

“So,” Tommy grins. “Nothin’ between you ‘n my brother, huh?”

You groan and bury your face in your hands. “Shut up.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

You look up, and the smugness is gone. “What all did he tell you?”

“Just that y’all had ‘some kinda situation’ back in Boston. And that you stayed over there last night.”

You snort and shake your head. “I guess ‘some kinda situation’ is about right. I didn’t want to tell you I was fuckin’ him for rent.”

His eyes widen. “Shit.”

“Yeah. And for food, before that. Didn’t want you to think I was a whore, I guess.” You’re sitting with your legs crossed, but it doesn’t stop your knee from bouncing as you look anywhere but Tommy.

“Hey, no,” he says, leaning forward. “Look, ain’t nothin’ wrong with surviving however you got to.”

You feel a wretched sting at the corner of your eyes. He was always so goddamn genuine, but it was still hard to accept his words at their value.

He scoots over and grabs your hand. “I mean it. I’m not gonna judge you for that.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, squeezing his hand.

“That why you don’t wanna move into their place?”

“What?”

“I was gonna offer to help move your stuff, but Joel said you told Ellie you were stayin’ put.”

“Do you need me to? To make room for someone?”

“No! No, you can stay. I just figured you’d want the company. And well, Joel said—“

You wait, but he pretends to be distracted by a honey bee.

“Joel said what?”

“Just, he thought you would. Since y’all lived together before, and you talked about it.”

You snort. “We talked about it? Is that what he calls our conversation from this morning?”

“I dunno. It’s Joel. You think he gave me all the details?”

“Fair. Nah, I’d like to stay on my own. Not that anyone asked me to do anything different.”

It’s then that Maria wanders out with Alé, setting her down to explore. She screws up her little face, ready to rage about being placed on her tummy before she realizes she’s somewhere fun.

Joel and Ellie come out a few moments later to find the three of you watching Alé intently. She’s given up on trying to eat the grass after several unsuccessful attempts. Her little fist would open and close, only to find herself empty-handed when she brought it to her mouth.

Now, however, she’s returned to frustration and is attempting to roll herself onto her back.

It’s not going well, but you’re all watching and encouraging her.

Ellie squats to peer down at her. “You’re like a big potato,” she says.

Joel wipes a hand down his face. “Ellie,” he warns.

“What?”

“Is that any way to talk to your cousin?”

She looks up at him, startled. “Uhh. I don’t know. I’ve never had a cousin before.” She regards Alé again. “You’re a strong potato. You can do it.”

Alé responds with a loud yell as she pushes again and then falls quiet as she finds herself flat on her back looking up at Ellie.

Her little audience cheers and claps, unfortunately startling her. Maria and Tommy shower her in praise, and you stand up, stepping back by Joel.

“You comin’ back to ours?” he says, not looking at you.

“No, not tonight.” You need the space. You’ve grown accustomed to being alone, found peace in it even, and the last two days have been a new kind of exhausting.

But you see the way his lips twitch into a scowl before he schools his face back to neutral.

“Mind walking me home?” you offer.

The tension falls just a fraction from his shoulders. “Course not,” he says. “You gotta lead the way, though.”

Tommy shoots you a look you don’t know how to interpret when you say goodnight.

“Are you going to be gross? Do I need to stay out of the house?” Ellie says far too loudly.

“Nah, you’re safe,” Joel says, shaking his head.

It’s weird. You hold hands on the walk back. It’s a quiet intimacy you’d never even considered to share with him before.

The warmth of his palm and cradle of his fingers are undeniably nice.

It’s also undeniably awkward. You stand on your porch, stiffly holding hands like he hasn’t been inside you a hundred times over.

You look up at him and appreciate the way the sunset falls across his back.

He brings his free hand up to cup the back of your head and gives you maybe the chastest kiss you’ve ever had. Certainly more than you ever thought him capable of. It kind of hurts your feelings, actually.

“What the hell was that?”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“You kissed me like I’m your grandma!”

He rolls his eyes to high heaven. “I was tryin’ to be respectful.”

“Gross. You know what? That was disrespectful. Kiss me proper, Miller.”

He’s more than happy to oblige, even though it results in the boner he was trying to avoid in the first place. He gets you pressed up against your front door with a handful of ass and your soft moans against his lips.

You break away when you hear a voice down the road and put your hand against his chest, gently pushing him back.

“Guess I should get goin’,” he says. He doesn’t move, though.

You’re all too aware of the way his cock is straining against his jeans and you almost invite him in. How you manage to find the self-control not to, you’ll never know. But it feels important, somehow, that you sleep alone tonight.

“You wanna meet up for breakfast in the morning?”

“Yeah, okay,” he says. His hands rest on your hips as he steals one last kiss. “I’ll see ya then, sweetheart.”

You can’t seem to stomach the idea of watching him walk away, so you go inside.

He waits until he hears the deadbolt click before he heads for home.

Summer withers, and autumn sees you spending the night together a couple of times a week. Always you at theirs—you never ask him over to your place. It’s a silly line you’ve drawn, and even though you know you’re the one who put it there, you feel bitter on the cold nights alone.

Worse yet, you know you’re only doing it out of stubbornness. You made a big fucking deal out of it, and now you have to stick with it so it doesn’t look like you’re weak. Like you can’t be alone. Like you need him.

And also, no one has fucking asked you to do any differently, so. Whatever.

But it’s not like you don’t know that he wants to.

No, he hasn’t asked, but he may as well have. His clothes are kept to one side of the closet. There are three empty drawers in his dresser.

His books are crammed on the top half of the shelves in the living room, stacked askew in a way you knew had to drive him crazy. The fuck you quilt hangs over the back of the sofa, though it’s more often found wrapped around Ellie.

By the first snowfall, he keeps a toothbrush for you in the medicine cabinet beside his own. There’s a Joel-shaped indent in the left side of the mattress, betraying how the right stays vacant when you’re gone.

The list goes on. The coffee mug. The little tin of vaseline for your chapped lips on the nightstand. All the spaces where nothing sits, waiting.

But he doesn’t ask.

You haven’t seen Joel for two days. It’s weird. You’re not sure how to feel about it—you’re the one who wanted space, after all. But so far, you’ve at least met at the mess hall for a meal each day.

You’re walking home after working the breakfast shift on the third day when Ellie catches up with you. You’ve seen her around but haven’t wanted to ask after Joel, not wanting her to think you only talked to her for him.

She looks nervous, though. She’s fiddling with her sleeves and won’t look at you, so you come to a stop.

“What’s going on, kiddo?”

“I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Sure, that’s not suspicious or anything.” You’re trying not to be anxious, but her energy is rubbing off.

“Look, don’t get mad; I only agreed not to because it didn’t seem like a big deal, but now it seems like a big deal—”

“Are you in trouble? Is somebody making you uncomfortable?” A thousand bad scenarios have come to life in your mind, each increasingly ridiculous but horrifying. Maybe that’s why Joel’s missing. Maybe someone laid a hand on Ellie, and he killed them. You hope he did.

“What? No,” her scoff cuts through your panic. “Joel’s sick. He didn’t want you to come by and get sick, so he made me promise not to say anything. But he’s being stupid, and now he can barely walk to the bathroom without hacking up a lu—wait, where are you going?”

“Where do you think I’m going? I’m going to give your idiot father a piece of my mind,” you growl.

She jogs to catch up with you, but her face is red, and she won’t look at you again.

Your brain catches up with your tongue, and you pause. “Hey, I didn’t mean to be weird—”

“It’s fine,” she says. “Let’s go. I wanna watch you yell at him.”

You don’t. Not right away, at least. He’s asleep when you get there, and honestly, it’s a little upsetting how unwell he looks. It kind of shakes the anger right out of you.

You promise Ellie you’ll wait for her to come home to yell at him.

The idea of climbing into bed with him is extremely tempting. Instead, you start to draw warm water for a bath and tidy up the things left behind in the wake of his deteriorating condition.

It’s not much. Even sick, Joel is relatively neat. Also, it’s pretty obvious that he’s been living in the same sweats and tee for the last three days. You make sure to set a clean outfit and warm socks on the bathroom counter.

With Ellie bringing dinner from the mess later, you don’t have much to do other than brew tea. The kettle’s on when you hear a groan from upstairs.

He’s heaved himself to sitting when you crack the door open.

“Ellie, I told you to stay out. I don’t want to get you sick.” His voice is crackling and raspy.

You push it open, scowling. “Well, you didn’t tell me shit, so.”

The glower is there immediately. “I’m tellin’ you now, then. Get out.”

“Nope. You lost that chance. Now you’re gonna suck it up and get taken care of.” You start stripping the sweaty sheets off his bed while he’s still sitting on it. “Go on and get in the bath.”

“I’m just gonna lay back down for a bit,” he mumbles.

You press the back of your hand against his forehead, followed by your lips. “You’re burning up. Get in the tub.”

But when you stand, his head follows, and you let him rest against your stomach for a minute, carding your hand through his damp hair.

“C’mon,” you urge, tugging at his hand. He lets you lead him into the bathroom, a marker of how sick he really must be.

The kettle hollers while he’s stripping down, and he’s settled once you return with the tea.

“I don’t want any shitty leaf water right now,” he grumps.

“Too bad! It has honey and lemon, and your throat’s seen better days.”

He accepts the cup, but he’s scowling.

“Y’know, you’re not very scary, butt ass naked in a tub with an owl on your mug,” you remark, sitting on the floor and leaning against the cabinet so you can see him.

“You shouldn’t be here. You’re going to get sick. Did Ellie squeal?”

“Joel, I haven’t seen you in three days. Did you think I wasn’t going to get worried?”

His scowl pouts. “I didn’t mean to worry ya.”

“Yeah, well, you did. So. Don’t do that again.” You purse your lips and look at your tea.

“Hey,” he says, water sloshing as he shifts to get a better look at you. “You don’t gotta do… all this,” he says, gesturing to the mug and the bedroom, where you’ve tucked clean sheets onto his mattress.

“I know.”

He’s loathe to admit it, but the bath did help. Worse yet, the tea helped. He feels a little more human in clean clothes, but you still refuse his help cleaning up.

When you’re done, however, you peel back the blanket and crawl into bed with him. So maybe it’s not all bad, he thinks.

At least, until Ellie gets home and you properly scold him.

He’s asleep more than he’s awake, so you stay. You toss and turn and check on him about a hundred times. If the fever would break, you’d feel better. Except no, you wouldn’t, because that cough that’s settled in his chest scares you far more than you’d like to admit.

You’re not privy to the medical stock in Jackson, but you have a bad feeling that an old man with pneumonia wouldn’t be high on the list for antibiotics.

Not that you think he’d accept them, anyway. He’d be too worried about using up something a kid might need. Or anyone else. He doesn’t seem to realize anyone would put him first.

You and Ellie just might let the town burn for him. (But when you think of Alé, you kind of get it.)

Anyway. When he’s awake, he’s groggy, but you manage to convince him to eat. Never much at once, so you make sure it’s soup or oatmeal. Something soft and packed with nutrients.

On the third day of your stay, he starts to come ‘round the mend. The fever breaks. He starts to stay awake for longer than a couple of hours.

You set him up with what you can and return to your life, but you can’t make yourself go home at night. It’s just because of the damn cough, you tell yourself. You just need to keep an eye on it.

A couple of nights later, he’s awake when you peel the covers back and slide in behind him, arm curling around his waist. You press a kiss to the nape of his neck, nestling in as he rewards you with a contented hum. He lets you hold him for a minute, basking in the embrace before he rolls onto his back.

You’re clinging to him a little too tight.

“Rough patrol?” He says.

You shake your head where it’s buried in his tee. “Nothin’ we couldn’t handle.”

“Don’t like you havin’ to handle anything,” he grumbles. He knows, both because he’s been told repeatedly and because he’s seen you handle the weapon, that you can protect yourself now.

It doesn’t mean he likes it.

“I was with Tommy. We were fine.” You yawn. It has to be past two now, what with shift change come midnight and then all the cleanup after.

He slips his arm under you so he can tug you closer, rubbing a hand up and down your arm. You press a kiss in the thicket of hair at the center of his chest, and he wonders if he’ll ever get used to this. He hopes not—he doesn’t ever want to take it for granted.

You yawn again, eyes watering, but your exhaustion is betrayed by the way your hips press against his thigh.

“What do you need, darlin’? Want me to lick your pussy until you fall asleep?”

“Can I ride you?” you counteroffer.

He groans, cock twitching to attention. “Of course, pretty girl.”

He helps you straddle him and reaches to peel the old t-shirt off your body so he can admire your tits in the moonlight. And the way your face goes soft when you see how he’s looking at you.

You waste no time, shifting around until you’ve got his cock in your hand and are settling atop it. You moan in tandem as he spreads you, the broad tip of him easily pressing through the slick.

“Needy tonight, huh? What’s got you all worked up?” he teases.

“Just you,” you say through a gasp as you grind down all the way.

He reaches up, maybe for your breasts, but you don’t find out. Instead, you intercept them and entwine your fingers.

He gets the idea and holds firm, ever your unwavering foundation. You use his support to gyrate, hips grinding as your thighs push around his to slide up and down on his cock.

Your palms are sweaty, but his grip is tight and desperate. His head tilts back, exposing the long column of his neck.

“Fuck,” you whimper as you get the angle just right. It makes you jerk a little, bumping that sweet spot again. He grunts, teeth gritted as you clamp down around him. When he looks back up at you, he’s positively ravenous.

“No,” you say before he opens his mouth with some bullshit.

“C’mon,” he whines.

“You’re still sick. I’m not lettin’ you cough up a lung. You’re gonna lay there and take what I give ya.”

His eyes narrow at the over the top Texan accent you saved for the last bit. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

“You think I’m funny. You love all my jokes.”

“Damned if I don’t,” he grumbles, but it’s betrayed by the look in his eyes. “You, too, y’know.”

You almost freeze up but decide to play obtuse. “You’re right; I do love all my jokes.”

He opens his mouth again, so you change pace a little to throw him off.

It works.

Whatever he was about to say, which you know damn well but aren’t prepared to handle right now, comes out as a broken moan.

In the end, it slips out of you a few days later. It’s not triggered by anything; he doesn’t do anything charming, there’s no intense moment of intimacy or heroism that inspires it.

You don’t mean to say it, but you do mean it.

You’re sitting side by side on his porch, steaming mugs of tea in hand. The pale winter sun has barely broken the horizon, but you had still agreed to come out in the cold with him. Agreed it might be good for him to get some fresh air.

The fuck you quilt is draped over both your shoulders. Joel had grabbed it on the way out the door while you balanced the tea and put your boots on. It cocoons you, but there’s still a little space between you, knees knocking together but bodies apart.

You watch his breath curl out into the dawn, and it just happens.

“I love you, Joel,” you say. It’s quiet, softer than the creak of the swing. It takes you by surprise, as your tongue so often does, but you don’t try to reel it back or brace for disaster.

You don’t need to. You know.

But he freezes. Pauses.

He didn’t know, you realize, he wasn’t sure. All this time, he wasn’t saying it but still making sure you knew.

But you haven’t done the same for him.

He didn’t know.

He wraps his free arm around your shoulder and tucks you into him, chin resting on your head. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

The peace lasts for about a minute.

“Now will you stop being so goddamn stubborn and move in?”

*title from "Closing Time" by Semisonic

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #you know you never stood a chance series #the last of us fic #the last of us smut #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #tlou 2 spoilers #tlou fic #the last of us pt 2 spoilers

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 2 years

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heyyyy i’m not sure if ur doing requests right now, if not - completely disregard this besides the fact that i wanna say i love ur work 💖💖

ok but steve x reader kinda based on call it what u want by taylor??? like steve’s just graduated and readers a transfer maybe? or a senior who’s just recently started dating him and everyone’s like … king steve king steve … and readers like no i know him and maybe reader would rather be w steve then go to a party and someone’s like what does steve own u?? (hence the line “not because he owns me, but cause he rlly knows me”) obvi change however you see fit - just an idea 🥰🥰

thank you so much for requesting!! i love this concept sm i hope this does it justice.

this is not proofread so please be gentle on me lol, also im not 100% how i feel about this but i'm putting it out anyways.

my baby fits like a daydream

steve harrington. king steve to be exact.

it was never really said why "king steve" became king steve. but its more than likely that it was a mix of his general attractiveness and charm. that and being generally kind, always the one to stop his friends from going too far, but never the one to stop them completely. and that haunts him. not to mention that he got allll the ladies. but they never lasted, because steve craved something real, something valuable. he needed to be loved. but he was nothing more than a hookup for most of the women he saw at the time. a truly hopeless romantic.

but then there was steve.

an embodiment of sunshine. kind, above all. selfless, extremely selfless. accepting, caring, and nurturing. making sure that the kids never experience the loneliness that he had endured for his entire adolescence. always ready to be a martyr. always dancing on that line between life and death whenever applicable. never genuinely believing that he was meant to be loved, more so just meant to be admired and used.

until he met you. it wasn't that you "gave him something to live for", but more that you made him realize how much he has to live for. it's like his life was in black and white, and when he met you it erupted into beautiful colors.

and while most people admired how secure and loving your relationship with each other was, some were jealous, prying.

for the most part, it flies past you both, too immersed in each other to care.

but one friday afternoon, as you were heading outside to where steve was waiting for you outside of his car; to drive you both to the diner where you're meeting robin and dustin; your one-time lab partner from biology class blocked your path.

you bit back a scowl, having already endured his strangely aggressive flirting enough for today.

"so you're coming to the party tonight right?" it sounded more like a demand than a suggestion.

"no", your composure faltered, "I already told you that I'm staying with my boyfriend tonight."

you pushed past him, having nothing more to discuss with him. the warm air hitting your cheeks, and the thought of the evening you're going to spend at the diner diluting your annoyance.

that is until you hear him behind you again.

"what? does 'king steve' own you now?"

steve can see you from the car, and jumps into action the second he sees the absolutely appalled look on your face before you swiftly turn around.

he doesn't make it in time though. you had already reached him and delivered a swift slap across his face. not only had he insulted your boyfriend, but he had also insinuated that you were an object to be owned by a man. this and the blatant disregard for your rejections of him sent you over the edge.

you muttered some profane insult toward him before steve's voice reached you.

the signature "woah, woah, hey, hey" -that steve uses every time there's an inconvenience.

the biology perpetrator had already speed-walked away as casually as he could. steves arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you back to the car and strapped you in, an astonished expression on his face. you had never done anything like this before, in fact, you're usually shy.

“what was that about baby?” he asked softly, closing the drivers side door behind him and grabbing one of your hands and stroking his thumb across your cheek.

“he’s so annoying! he keeps saying weird shit to me and he wont leave me alone. and he knows im dating you because i told him. and then he said some shit about his stupid party that i already told him i didnt want to go to. so i told him again that im going to be with my boyfriend. and then,” you inhale, trying to catch your breath, “he ran up behind me and asked me if “king steve” owned me.” you finished. putting his former title in quotation marks.

by the time you looked back up, his face was red. it was a look you knew all too well, that meant he was about to do something dumb. right now you assumed it involved tracking down your former lab partner.

youd be right.

his hand shoots to the door handle, but is quickly moved back by your own.

“no steve, i already dealt with him. i can handle myself. i just want to be with you right now, okay?” your voice is gentle, knowing he’s on edge.

“i know you can handle yourself, you shouldn’t have to.” he says through gritted teeth. you can tell he’s trying to keep himself together, but his knuckles are turning white, he’s shaking, and looking away from you. which he never does, unless he’s about to cry.

the parking lot is empty by now. you grab steve’s hand and pull yourself closer to him.

“whats wrong stevie? talk to me, love.” you bring his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there.

“i don’t like that he was talking to you like that,” his voice trembles, “and i don’t like that it was because of me. you shouldn’t have to deal with that stuff.”

logically, it made no sense. but he was blaming himself anyways. thinking maybe his high school reputation made people believe that your relationship could be tainted easily. that he could never actually make someone happy.

"steve," you climb over to sit in his lap, "that's not true, you know that. it's not your fault at all, it's nobody's fault except for that weird guy." steve's face returned to its original sunshine state. "and we both know you don't own me. if you owned me I wouldn't be allowed to drive a car." you giggled, referring to the time you casually told him that you ran over a curb on the way home. he laughed with you, resting his head on yours and holding you.

"i know, it just makes me mad that people say that shit to you."

you look up at him. "well, i guess you're just going to have to take me to your house to keep me safe, harrington."

"i think you might be right, lovey."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year

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WIBTA if i got back with an ex?

context: i (20m) dated a guy (19m) my senior year of high school (he was a grade below me but we were both 17 at the time). we’d had feelings for each other for pretty much the entire time we knew each other, but timing would always be bad in terms of us getting together, whether it was because one of us started seeing someone new or because i wasn’t mentally ready for a relationship when he proposed the idea. we finally made it official my senior year, but it only lasted a few months because he had quite a bit of emotional baggage that would be unloaded onto me that i wasn’t equipped to handle. it’s not something i fault him for, just something that i think would be much better managed by a therapist instead of a romantic partner, so i broke up with him.

he took it well, i still consider us friends even if we don’t talk all too often anymore, i went to his graduation party, etc, all this to say things are fine between us. afaik no bad blood or ill wishes.

for some reason, i still haven’t fully gotten over him, despite the fact that it’s been 2 years now. maybe because i haven’t dated anyone since then, maybe because we were dating before covid vaccines happened so we only saw each other in person one time, but something is making me feel like i never got real closure on that relationship. i told him when we broke up that i’d be willing to try again if he worked on himself, so maybe i feel like i never got closure because i left it open ended on purpose lol.

now, the meat— i don’t know if any of this stuff is asshole-ish, but i feel like it might be: in my mind, i date to marry. not that i’m opposed to things that just don’t work out, nor am i looking to get married ASAP (even if i found The One already, we wouldn’t be married yet. i am FAR too young) i just feel like my reason for dating is to eventually find someone i’m willing to settle down with. i’m pretty sure this guy is not that guy for me, i don’t think i want to have a civil union with him or live with him or anything like that. so, i feel like getting back together with him would be a waste of both of our times, since it’s probably just going to end in a breakup again. plus, if this is the way my brain thinks it can get closure… isn’t that just using him for my own benefit?

i do really genuinely like this guy, i haven’t been able to get my mind off of him for 5 years now, so i feel like getting back with him wouldnt solely be for personal benefit. i am fully willing to try again if he is as well, but i can’t shake the thought that “try again” means “see if we’re compatible for marriage again” to me, and since i’m pretty sure we aren’t, i feel like it would be a dick move and that i’d just be leading him on the whole time until we broke up again.

so…… WIBTA if i were to pursue it?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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eddiegettingshot · 6 months

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i'm sorry this is so long😭 i saw something and got annoyed lol

i feel mean saying it but some of the gifsets i'm seeing compiling all the convos from s6 about buck having to figure out whether he's at ease, having to find answers about happiness on his own, not knowing what he's looking for, feeling different after the lightning strike and not knowing how to act, etc. then framing the kiss and buck saying he's free as the resolution is almost comical to me. jumping into a new relationship is not gonna help any of that regardless of the person's gender! finding and defining what happiness means to you and what your identity is can certainly be related to exploring your sexuality but it's not a magic solution to all of your problems, esp when buck seems to have had no fucking clue he even wanted that until tommy kissed him. he's literally just running w something new and shiny atp. the fact that he spent an entire episode w literally no clue what was happening in his own head which culminated in acting like an idiot to the point of physically hurting his closest friend then uncharacteristically avoiding the issue entirely is also not a good sign in terms of him being at all closer to figuring any of this out for himself. god ppl recognized this immediately w natalia but are blind to it now - it's nice that ppl are excited and it was a good kiss but it's not a magic solution, it's buck continuing to avoid his problems.

no, you’re so right lmao. and like don’t get me wrong i understand why people are saying this, i understand the emotional connection, and i even understand that for some reason the show/writers want us to think that it is a magic solution…? i can’t fault anyone for feeling happy about this, i’m not interested in doing that.

but, like… if the question we’re focusing on for this season (which, whether i think this was the right question or not is a different story) is, why can’t buck keep a long-term romantic relationship? his sexuality is probably part of the answer, but it is far from the primary reason, which is closer to what you pointed out - buck has genuinely no fucking idea what he wants until someone decides for him, and that hasn’t changed at all. in fact, it’s gotten worse, because at least before his struggle to understand his own emotions didn’t end up with a loved one hurt.

there’s this weird narrative about tommy where everyone thinks he’s gonna heal buck or otherwise save buck from himself. but like, at this point, buck has zero agency in his relationships. he has zero interest in taking any agency in his relationships. tommy soothing his inner child is not gonna change that. literally nothing tommy has done has been different from anything that’s come before. i’m sure that they’ll say this is Different for the sake of the plot, but i maintain that buck should have been doing some self-reflection on his own. my ideal outcome is that after a few episodes, he comes to the conclusion that he had a good time, but he’s not ready to be in a relationship again (keep in mind he JUST broke up with natalia!!!) and tells tommy as much 🤷🏾‍♀️

#asks #reasons why i don’t care about buck dating or buck’s relationships part 39488448

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snailmail444 · 10 days

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Foaming at the mouth over the recent DTTW update. Snail. Hon. Bestie. Sebastian and Irie getting locked in the closet and almost being found out was SO good (Sam definitely suspects them there's no way he doesn't), and I love how transparent Sam and Abby are even though they think they're being so sneaky lmfao

And Sebastian being kind of civil with Alex had me fucking shouting!!!! I love it!! Never mind his very awkward attempts at aftercare, he's trying so hard n I love it!! His growth is awesome to read through, him and Irie are taking up all of my brain space right now bro.

ALSO using the abandoned community center as the haunted house was fucking brilliant, I've never considered that but it's so good!

I am so ready. I love this fic so much. I love these characters.

Also while I'm on the topic, I have to commend you for how you write all of these relationships. I know I told you forever ago that your work with Aspen and Sebastian was what got me into writing for this fandom in the first place, but I have to point out how cool it is that you've explored so many different character aspects for Sebastian simply by switching his relationship dynamic with both of your OCs.

Where he was nervous and cute and so pathetically head over heels and SWEET with Aspen, his relationship with Irie and the way they butt heads is just as interesting to read. How are you so good at writing four-dimensional characters that actually feel like people, it's genuinely so impressive.

I feel like it reflects real relationships so well, because depending on where or under what circumstances you meet a person, your entire perspective and opinion of them is liable to change, you know? If Sebastian hadn't known Aspen and already been so attached to her, it could've changed their whole relationship, right? AND THE SAME CAN BE SAID FOR IRIE.

Ugh. It's so good. I love your fics, I love your characters, your brain is beautiful. Much love, moot, I can't wait to see where you take all of this. <3333

(also just gotta let you know that your casual fic with Alex is going to kill me. I am so excited and cannot wait to see where that goes, and obviously I hope you take your time and never pressure yourself for our sakes, but bestie. I am going. To. Die.)

The way that. That I. That I’m. AWAAAGH. Me opening tumblr and finding a whole DISSERTATION from my beloved moot when I had a really stressful day really made it sooo much better. So thank you. I fucking love you. I want to print this out and eat it that’s how much I love this.

I LOOOOVE writing character dynamics and digging my fingers into the inner workings of how people act. One of the most interesting things for me is to ask myself how a person might deal with an issue and why. Just putting guys in situations. Nothing gives me a better case of the teehee’s than writing a character making a bad decision on purpose.

Me when I make them reap AND sow: 🤭

Seriously again so so so much love back at you moot you have no fucking IDEA. Genuinely. And trust me, the casual Alex piece?? I’m WORKIN I told myself I had to finish DTTW 19 first lol but chapter three? She’s in Progress hehehe.

Love you so so much xoxo 💞💞💞

#me #writing #sdv #asks #beloved moots #sobbing screaming throwing up #etc #pick me up #dttw

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Limo sex after a party because Daddy Whiskey couldn’t wait til the hotel? 🥹 then continue at the hotel of course. 😉

Oh hell YES!!!

Out With the Old

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, mentions of reader’s hair, established relationship, size difference, jealousy, dirty talk, daddy kink (obviiiii), praise kink, spit kink, spanking, brief hair pulling, semi-public groping, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, brief cum play, mentions of bdsm dynamics

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A/N: So initially I was supposed to post “Life Is Better”, but “Out With the Old” got done first so enjoy this while I continue with “Life Is Better” lol. Ya girl is sick (yes AGAIN) so I’m trying my best. Hoping I get the second fic out to y’all tonight!

Lastly, this has not been beta-read. My apologies lol

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Regardless of their true nature, their genuine brutality and extensive knowledge of sabotage and investigation, Statesman really knows how to throw a party. It’s like every year, they exceed your expectations and then some. After all, it was only an office holiday party, they didn’t need to go all-out, but they really loved to impress. Say what you want about Statesman, but these country boys have taste.

“You almost ready, honey?” Jack hollers, securing his watch.

“Almost!” Comes your returning call, readying yourself in the hotel bathroom.

“The car’s here, sweetheart. We gotta go.” While shouting back, he simultaneously makes his way over to you.

This year’s party was a city away from Louisville, about a two-hour drive. The hotel they booked was five-star with each of the agent’s rooms being paid off for the weekend. Due to the venue, a grand ballroom in the center of the city, Jack took you shopping the Friday before you left. He’d bought you a brand new gown for the event. Honestly though, even if the party were held at the office like it had been in years past, Jack still would’ve bought you a new dress.

With your hair down and makeup done, you slide in the dangly earrings you’d chosen, finishing your look. The silver of your jewelry matches the bright sparkles on your gown, the midnight blue allowing you to wear the night sky as glitter twinkles throughout the fabric. Your heels are a similar dark shade, as well as the handkerchief on Jack’s suit. You were matching perfectly, those words proving true as you look into the reflection to see him standing behind you.

“How long have you been standing there?” Grinning, you turn around, your lower back against the sink.

He shrugs, refusing to meet your eyeline as those warm orbs rake over your form. Smirking, he approaches you, one hand settling over the curve of your waist. Sighing, he shakes his head, licking his lower lip.

“Why do you do this to me, honey?”

Grinning, your hands lift to wrap around the back of his neck, thumbs stroking along his jawline. Now, he glances up, looking into your eyes.

“You’re gonna make me act like a fool in front of my whole company.”

A brief laugh escapes your lips, leaning in to brush your nose with his. “You act like a fool even when it’s just you and me.”

“You got me there.” Swooping his other arm around your lower back, he pulls you in, closing the gap.

If there was one thing Jack was known for in your relationship, it was quickies. He snuck those in whenever he got the chance. Before weddings, before family outings, hell, even before dates where you were sure to get into it the second you got back. He didn’t matter where you were going or how long you’d been together, he always wanted you. But you weren’t going to let him have you tonight, not before the party.

“Baby,” You insist, placing a hand on his chest to stop his frenzied kisses. “I just got done getting ready!”

“Please, honey.” He begs, turning to kiss your cheek, your jawline, making his way to your neck. “Why don’t you make daddy happy?”

Mumbling against your skin, his hands slide down to your back, lowering to secure his fingers around your plump curves. “Look so good in this tight little dress…”

“As much as I’d like to do that,” You coo to him, grabbing his chin and lifting him to look at you. “We have a party to attend.”

“Just real quick?” He pouts, those puppy-dog eyes boring into you.

“You guys have never been this fancy for your office holiday party.” You express, fingers stroking along his chin. “I don’t want you to mess up my makeup or dress.”

“Fine.” He finally returns, now pouting fully.

“C’mon, daddy.” Kissing his cheek, you stride toward your door. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

Truthfully, you wanted to keep your appearance neat. You plan on enjoying tonight but in the back of your mind, there’s a pinch of worry. It’s no secret Jack used to flirt with his coworkers, sleeping with at least a handful of them. That was before you, of course, but still, they circle like vultures. You know that Jack sees you as his prized possession whether you were sick in sweats or dressed to the nines on a red carpet, but you wanted to show your best self to these women. Remind them that you’re here to stay, that they lost their chance with him.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous!”

“Thank you, Maureen.” Smiling at the older woman, you find her to be incredibly refreshing. Some women at the company treated you like you were their own daughter, while others saw you as competition.

“Did you want this cut?” She asks, gazing at your ring.

“Absolutely!” Maureen was at your wedding, but only at the reception. “Jack really knows me.”

Even though most of the women surrounding you had been at your wedding, they still fawn over your ring. It was quite glamorous, dazzling on your hand and distracting everyone in the nearest vicinity.

“You should have seen her face when he put it on her finger.” Jess comments, grinning. “Everyone in that room was crying.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you give her a half hug, letting your head rest on her shoulder. While other women take turns holding your hand to view your ring, your eyes wander the room, looking for your beloved. It still surprises you how eager they are to see the piece of jewelry. You and Jack weren’t exactly newlyweds anymore, but still, it was exciting.

On the other side of the room is where you find him. Shocker, he’s at the bar. You’ve been here for thirty minutes and he’s already three shots in, surrounded by his own friends. But you don’t mind, you know he’ll order a limo to take the two of you home tonight. Plus, he’d already tended to you, kissing you on the cheek while handing you your favorite drink. He deserves to have fun with his friends, he shouldn’t always worry about caring for you. In fact, it’s nice to see him this way, relaxed and care-free.

“You’re lucky to have him, honey.” Another woman comments, her face sour in expression when you look up at her.

“Don’t I know it.” You respond, grinning sarcastically. She amuses you, grinning briefly and nodding.

An ex of Jack’s, if she can even be called that. Do one-night stands count as exes?

“Let me guess, a princess cut ring? For his princess?”

Tilting your head, you squint at her, grinning. “No, actually. It’s pear-shaped, and… Jack doesn’t call me his princess.” Laughing, you turn to Jess, rolling your eyes.

“Just another bird.” She mutters, with you returning beneath your breath, “Always circling.”

Her name is Miranda but you try not to directly address her. Even Maureen has gone out of her way to warn you about her. She’s a drama-starter, and not just when it comes to Jack. She’s the type of woman that expects a ring after a guy buys her a drink, ya know? The morning after she’d slept with Jack, she had the audacity to come into his office, demanding he take her out on a real date. She could take a class or two on how to approach a man. In fact… it looks like she’s taking a swing at that right now.

With your eyes glued to her frame, you watch as she turns, slowly approaching Jack. She makes a beeline for him, directly across the large room. And while you know she’s making her way over to talk to him, you don’t move. You know he can handle this. But lord, you wish you could be a fly on the wall near that conversation.

“Jack!”

When he hears his name, he turns, surprised to see her. They haven’t spoken in months, not since Champ took the liberty of moving her desk away from Jack’s office.

“Miranda…” He replies quietly, a little awkwardly.

Shuffling between a few of his coworkers, she sets herself up to stand right beside him, smiling. It’s ironic she’s chosen now to stop by. Jack just got finished bragging about you. He’d been telling his closest friends about his beautiful wife, how happy he is by your side. Whether it’s your looks or your brains, your personality or your experience, Jack always found something to brag about when it came to you. He may have even been boasting about a holiday vacation he had planned for the two of you…

Turning to the bartender, she orders two shots. One for her and apparently… one for Jack.

“Your favorite, right?” She asks, handing him the small glass.

“Uh, yeah…” He grins, amused by this. Taking it from her hand, he lifts it briefly in thanks before downing it. She doesn’t even get a chance to take her own before Jack’s swallowed his and is turning away.

“Wait,” Placing a hand on his shoulder, she pulls, turning him around.

With a firm sigh, he questions, “Yeah?”

“I wanted to congratulate you on your wedding.”

Raising his brows, he settles an elbow against the bar, facing her.“Really?”

“Yeah,” She nods, reaching out to stroke his forearm. And you see her do it, your face going red from rage. But you keep your cool, waiting to see what he’ll do.

“You looked so handsome in the pictures I saw.”

“Well, thanks.” He clears his throat, checking the time quickly. “Really, my wife’s the one that took everyone’s breath away.”

“I’m sure.” She easily dismisses this. “You know, she’s been around for quite some time. How long has it been? Two and… five?”

“What?” Jack asks, confused as he furrows his brows. But then he sees her sliding something toward him. A small, square card.

“Oh wait, that’s where I’m at.” She grins, watching him pick up the key to her room. “I’d love to see you again. Maybe later tonight?”

At this, Jack fully laughs. Handing it back, he asks, “What? Are you an escort now?”

His coworkers had been holding their tongues but at this, they can’t help but laugh. And her face burns bright red.

“Oh come on, Jack.” She replies, almost angrily. “You and I both know you get bored easily.” At her continuance, Jack’s smile fades, a stern expression replacing it. “Why don’t you shake things up a little, hm? You know what they say, out with the old…” Leaning forward, she takes one last shot, placing her hand over his own. “In with the new.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot sky-high again, smirking at this. She takes his reaction as him being interested, but he’s only responding this way because of her foolishness. Reaching forward, he picks up the glass of water he’d ordered when he first got to the bar, taking a brief sip of it to clear his throat.

Smacking his lips, he returns his attention to her, his patience running thin. “Ain’t you the old one around here?” He then says, making her eyes widen. And he chuckles at this, pointing to her. “Remember you tried this whole act a few years ago, back before my sugar was even around.”

You can see Jack pointing at her, smiling. And you have half a mind to walk over there when Champ suddenly tugs on your arm, pulling you aside.

“Seems like you’re the old news.” Jack finishes with a wide grin. “Why don’t you go find somebody else to sleep with. My hands are pretty full tonight.” Lifting his left hand, he wiggles his fingers, that simple band shining beneath the bar’s overhead lights. With a jovial wink, he walks off, intent on finding you.

Even though he didn’t show it, the way that woman spoke to him is making his blood fucking boil. How dare she push you aside like that? The literal love of his life, being excused by a woman who barely ever had him. He definitely wasn’t having that. But his rambling thoughts subside when he finds himself lost. He swears you were just here, surrounded by this group of women.

“Jess,” He asks, walking over to her. “Where’d she go?”

Covering her laugh with the palm of her hand, she looks over at the dance floor, Jack’s gaze following along with her. And immediately, he groans. You gotta be shittin’ me.

Low and behold, there you are, just a few feet away. On the dance floor, with a man that’s not him. Right now, you’re dancing with Champ, but not to upset Jack. He’d finally got the chance to pull you into his side, insisting that he have your hand for a dance. Champ was always such a flirt, and while you both knew he was harmless, the timing of Jack seeing this couldn’t be worse. He was already feeling protective over you, and now, that’s only amplified.

The old tune you’re swaying to makes him sigh, rolling his eyes. He hasn’t even gotten the chance to dance with you tonight. You’re holding back an annoyed grin, but every now and then, a genuine smile slips through. And while Jack loves you and would do everything for you, he’s not going to make a scene in front of the entire company. So, he has to wait, unfortunately.

But while he watches you dance, he sees how gorgeous you truly are. Not that he didn’t see it every day, but it was almost like he’s gotten the opportunity to see you through other people’s eyes. And lord, you truly are a sight. The way you move gracefully across the floor, the way you keep a beat so easily, and the way you grin when Champ laughs that big belly chuckle makes Jack head swim with sin.

“Hey, baby!” Finally, your dance has come to an end. And if Jack weren’t here to distract you, Champ might’ve stolen a kiss on your hand.

“Come here,” Jack mutters, grabbing your hand.

“Babe?” You ask, concern coloring your features.

Another thing Jack was known for in your relationship? Pulling you into bathrooms.

“Why the fuck were you dancing with him?” He asks, turning to face you once locking the door behind him.

“I dunno,” Shrugging, you grin while he backs you up to a wall. “He just pulled me aside and, babe, he’s your boss. I didn’t want to outwardly say no to him.”

Truthfully, Jack isn’t mad at you. There’s just a flurry of emotions twisting inside him. And you know this.

Almost as soon as your back is against the wall, he’s feeling you, hands groping your form. Palms run over the curve of your waist, fingers grab at your backside and chest, and already, he’s breathing heavy.

“What’s got you all riled up, huh?” Grinning, you hold the back of his head, watching as he mouths at your chest. Incessant fingers pull at your neckline, revealing more of your plump skin.

Through a heavy sigh, he releases some of his frustration. “I don’t want you dancin’ with him again.” Swallowing thickly, he then tells you, “I know sooner or later he’ll try to sneak in a grab.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Lifting his head, he leans in, kissing you. Those plush lips press firmly to your own, a quick breath forced out through his nose. “And I’m not lettin’ anybody touch you.”

“Oh yeah?” You tease, “Even though Miranda touched you?”

The way Jack clenches his jaw is visible, releasing another sigh. “I don’t want to speak ill of a woman,” He begins, shaking his head. “But she really tested my patience.”

“Really?”

Leaning in, Jack mouths at your ear, his hand lifting to the back of your head. Dipping lower, his mouth sucks on your neck, pelvis grinding into your hips as he says, “You think I’d let any woman approach me now that I have you?”

Grinning, a certain heat runs to your face. You’re flattered by him.

“Oh, baby…” He moans, pawing at your ass. “Please let me have you.” If he thought it was challenging to reject his arousal on the way here, it’s nothing compared to now. He fucking needs you, can’t keep himself away from you.

“You really want me that bad, huh, daddy?” And just like that, he’s whining, head dropping back down to your chest. He always liked to mouth at your tits while he begged.

“Sweetheart, you’re so pretty. You’re such an angel, baby.” He expresses, clearly inebriated and fawning over you, per usual. “All those women out there? They’re jealous of you.”

“They’re jealous because I have you.”

“Baby girl, you know -” Panting above your chest, he groans, licking the valley between your breasts. “You know I belong to you.”

The way he says it makes a pang of arousal shoot through you, your head tilting back with a quiet moan.

“And they know it, too. You know what I told her, you cute thing?” Jack’s voice dips when he says this, hugging your body to his. “I told her you’re my girl, my wife, my everything.”

If there was one thing for certain, it was that Jack is entirely, wholeheartedly, and genuinely, devoted to you.

“Really?” Lifting his face from your chest, you look into his eyes lovingly.

“Of course, baby.” His lips return then, tongue sliding into your mouth and running across your own. He tastes like bourbon and lemon, the fruit must have been in his drink.

One arm stays looped around your lower back while the other rises to your face, holding your jaw open for him. While licking inside, he groans, feeling one of your hands slither between your bodies. You’re stroking him through his pants, tongue tangling with his. But suddenly, you jump, body jolting from the sound of booming laughter back in the ballroom.

“Baby,” Breathing heavily against him, he’s still kissing you, mouthing at the corner of your lips and then your cheek and chin.

Groaning, he begs one more time. “At least let me have a sneak peak.”

“We can have some fun in the limo, baby. I promise.” But that’s not good enough for him, evidenced by his high whine. “We have to go back!” You respond through a full laugh, genuinely enjoying his attention.

“Do we?” He’s sucking on your tits again, trying desperately to free them.

“They’re gonna know we’re gone.”

“Why don’t we just leave?” He then suggests, those warm and affectionate eyes return to your own. They’re full of lust and excitement, and he grins when he says, “Just like our weddin’ night,” Brushing his hand along your cheek, eyes dipping down to admire your lips. “Remember?”

It takes little to no convincing for you to agree, Jack hauling you off the wall and grabbing your hand.

Surprisingly, it’s an easy escape, the two of you making it to the elevator easily. Your hand is in his the entire time, his fingers secured around you. When the elevator doors close, you expect him to be on you, pushing you up against the wall and covering you in kisses. But this time, he does something different.

Gentle lust takes over his mind, his adoration for you truly shining through. Turning, he wraps his arms around your midsection, pulling you into a hug. His handsome face rests in the crook of your neck, humming when he feels you lean into him.

Mumbling your name, he holds you a little tighter in his arms. And while placing tender kisses on your neck, he sighs dreamily. “You’re the love of my life, babycakes.”

The ride back to the hotel is full of nothing but passionate touches and tender moans. Jack is clearly drunk and babbling praise, brushing your hair aside as he watches you. As soon as the two of you climbed inside, you settled on your knees, wanting to please him. And obviously, he had no complaints.

“Babycakes…” He moans, watching you undo the belt and zipper on his pants.

“You are mine, daddy.” Comes your lovely voice, your sweet response. Reaching in, you find what you were stroking back in the bathroom. “Fuck, I love you…”

He doesn’t even have time to respond before you’re licking up the length of him, erection throbbing in your small hand. When you get to his tip, you swirl your tongue around it, sucking it inside and releasing it with a small pop.

“Baby,” Reaching forward, he puts both palms on either side of your face. “Come here, come here, sweet pea.”

Leaning up, you move with him, allowing him to bring you in. By the way he’s looking at your mouth, you know what he wants, and immediately open up. Quickly, he spits into your mouth, thumb coming up to rub the wetness of it on your tongue. And then, he does it again, earning a small mewl from the back of your throat.

“You’re precious,” He grins, hearing your little purr. But then his eyes travel lower, witnessing the rapid movement of your chest. “Take them out.”

Swallowing, you gasp when he reaches for your breasts. “What?”

“Take your tits out, right fuckin’ now.” His hands are fumbling over the neckline of your dress, fingers dipping over the edge and yanking your dress down. You let them plop out of the top of your gown, looking up at him with pretty eyes and a cute smile. “Fuck yes…” He’s mesmerized, leaning forward with thick and heavy breaths as he says, “Let daddy spit on them.”

And without another word, he does, swirling his tongue around in his mouth before the wetness of his saliva coats your chest. He uses his thumb to drag it across your chest, rubbing it into your nipples. The way he does it makes you whine, both of you looking down to watch him. And while he plays, you fucking ache, the space between your legs throbbing for him.

Grabbing your tits with both hands, he kneads them firmly before making eye contact. “These are mine.” He tells you. “Understand?”

Nodding quickly, you respond with, “Yes. Yes daddy, I understand.”

At that, he can’t help but bring you in for a heated kiss. His hand on the back of your neck pulls you close, lips meeting briefly because it’s really all teeth and tongue. He’s swapping spit with you, his tongue exploring you, before he’s yanking you back and shoving you down to your knees again.

“Put me back in your mouth, honey.” Shuffling back, he shifts his hips closer to you, one hand holding his base with the other on the back of your head.

Doing as he says, you lower yourself again, eyes closing as you engulf him. In one smooth slide, he’s hitting the back of your throat, hips shaking as he feels you moan.

“Look at that, look at your pretty face taking my cock.” He’s huffing out hot breaths, jaw open as he stares. With both hands he holds your face, stroking your hair while you drool over his lap.

You stay here for a while, his cock seated so deep in your throat that your chin is laying over his balls. He admires how well you take him, how you rarely cease to swallow him whole. Fisting your hair, he moves you back, bobbing your head, languidly sliding your mouth along his girth. Honestly, watching you go down on him was one of the sexiest things he could fathom. Seeing the love of his life, his wife, suck on his cock, watching your pretty lips envelope him, feeling your drool spill over his skin… that’s really what did it for him.

It takes about thirty minutes to get back to the hotel, and if you had it your way, Jack could have cum twice by then. But to your surprise, he takes things slow, not wanting to release just yet.

“Lick my balls, baby.” Immediately moving down, you complete his request, mouthing at him. “Jesus…” Closing his eyes, he tosses his head back. “Love when you do that.”

Glancing up, you make eye contact when he lowers his head. It makes him suck in a sharp gasp, the sight of it. While your mouth sucks on his scrotum, your hand jerks him off. Smooth and lazy tugs are what you give, squeezing his tip every time you get to it.

“Fuck,” Shaking his head, he reaches down again, fingers brushing through your beautiful hair. “You know, baby, daddy has a present for you.”

“A present? Really?” You ask, almost giddy.

“Mhm,” He nods, grinning. “I’ll tell you when we, when…” His mouth drops open again, feeling your talented lips drag over him. And then, you spit, watching it roll down his scrotum before witnessing you lick it up again. “Fuck.”

“My present, daddy?”

“At the hotel.” He swallows, head falling back once again. “I’ll tell you about it at the hotel.”

But he’s barely even able to get it out. When the car parks, you’re both stumbling up to your room, Jack closing and locking the door behind you. He’s already shrugging off his outer jacket when he turns to face you, smiling in his tipsy state as he watches you lay on the bed.

“Oh, baby…” While walking over to you, he undoes his tie, eyes raking over your form. “I don’t know if you’ve ever done that for me.”

“What?” Tilting your head to the side, you glance up at him, connecting your lips when he’s close enough for it.

“Blown me in a limousine.” He’s smiling wildly, sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

“Yeah?” Giggling quietly, you watch his eyes get lost as he gazes at your smooth skin. “Does that mean I get to know about my surprise?”

Without missing a beat, Jack tells you, “I’m taking you to Italy.”

“What?” Sitting up a bit straighter in shock, you absentmindedly push him back. “Really?!”

With a firm hand, he shoves you down on the bed, earning a surprised huff from your pretty lips. Now, he’s yanking the fabric down your body, mouth returning to your chest.

“Are you serious?” You further pry, eyes following the movements of his large hands as he undresses you. The only thing beneath your dress was a black thong, and he slipped that off in a heartbeat. In less than ten seconds, you’re completely naked for him.

“As a heart attack, honey bee.”

“Daddy!” It’s a happy squeal, that beautiful smile returning.

“You know how I love to spoil you, baby.” Both hands are on your breasts, his covered pelvis grinding into your naked sex.

“Oh my gosh! When are we going?! Where?! For how long?!”

Lifting himself with a grunt, he sighs, looking into your eyes. “We’ll be gone for the holidays, babycakes…” And then he leans down, pressing his lips tenderly along your neck. “For a little over a week.”

“Baby, I’m so excited!” You can’t seem to get over this, can’t seem to pull yourself back to your lustful, dreamy state that Jack is still very much in.

“Yeah? Too excited to show me some love?” Jack asks, his voice dipping low while he nibbles on your earlobe. That seems to be all you need.

Turning your head, you meet his lips, feeling his tongue dive inside. He rubs it over your own, deeply, sensually, his heated breaths picking up their pace. His hands leave you then, moving to unbutton his dress shirt and shove it off his torso. His belt is next, and then his pants, kicking off his socks and quickly crawling on top of you.

“Can I have you now, sweet cheeks?” He asks, kissing along your jaw. “Please?”

“Yes, daddy. Yes, please.” Reaching up, you hold his gorgeous face, fingers sliding through his mocha-toned hair.

By the way he’s been begging for you practically all night, you expect him to take you right here, to slide into you in one thrust. But he doesn’t.

“Turn around,” Already, his hands are on your hips, moving you. “Get your hips in the air.”

Usually, when Jack was drunk, he was lovey. He was sweet and soft and giggly, and every time you saw him like that, it made you melt. But that’s not how he seems to be tonight. Tonight, it’s like he needs you; needs to feel you beneath his body, melting from his touch, screaming his name and crying pleasurably from his love.

“You’re already so wet, baby.” Running a finger up your slit, he sighs. “That’s what I like to see.”

“I know, daddy.” Your face is already pressed into the covers, resting down on your forearms with your hips up high for him. “I loved it…”

“Loved what, honey?” He’s situating himself behind you, resting on his knees and smoothing his palms over your ass.

“Sucking you off,” Releasing a breath, you whine. “Back in the limo.”

“Oh, you liked that, huh?” Further behind your bent form, he’s grinning, running his tip over your sex. “Maybe you should treat me to it more often.”

Immediately, your first thought is, well, how often are we in a limousine? But you can’t even get the words out before he’s audibly spitting and pushing himself into you. It makes you gasp, the force he uses, bottoming out inside you with only one thrust.

“Fuck!” Tossing his head back, he sighs, dominant hand smacking your outer thigh. “You’re always so warm for me, sweetheart. So warm and tight.”

The same hand he used to smack you smoothes over your back, applying pressure to keep you down as he shifts his hips back. “So inviting… just begging me to slide inside.”

“Daddy,” Already, your fingers are reaching for the sheets, walls pulsing around the intrusion of him. No matter how many times you take him, you’re always surprised by his strength, his girth, and the way he uses it with you.

When he hears your little whine, instead of slowing down, it only makes him more feral inside. Within his first five thrusts, his hips are slapping against your ass, one of your hands reaching behind to scratch at his thigh.

“F-Fuck, baby!” Gasping into the sheets, you feel his tip punch against that sweet spot inside. He’s gotten too good at finding it. “Slow down, please. Oh my god, slow down, baby.”

Shushing you, he says through hurried breaths, “It’s fine, baby. You’re fine…”

Diving into you even harder, he punches the breath from your lungs, rocking the bed from his force. Swatting your hand away, he secures both of his to your hips, fingers digging in. Looking down, he watches your beautiful curves bounce against him,

“You need to use your safe word, sweet thing?”

Not even a second goes by before you’re saying, “No! No, daddy. No, I love it…”

“Yeah,” He grins, shaking his head. “I had a feeling you did.”

His pelvis is still wet from the slobber you left on his cock, aiding in the smooth slide of his thrusts. And even though you didn’t get a chance to see his naked body tonight, feeling it is just as thrilling if not more. His hands never leave your skin, roaming your curves and caressing the dips along your hips. His thighs press into the backs of your own, warm and sturdy and firm, just like they’ve always been. And he’s using the strength of them to pound you into the mattress, shoving your plaint form further down beneath him. Protecting you, owning you, and he wishes all those women could see it. He wishes Champ could see it, too.

“Don’t dance with him again.” Hauling you up, he presses your back to his chest, securing an arm around your midsection. Turning his head, he sucks on your neck, groaning when your hips roll back against him.

“Champ?”

“Don’t say that fucker’s name while we’re in bed.”

“Okay, daddy.” Nodding, you let your head drop to the side, licking your lower lips as he reaches down to rub your clit.

“I needed you, babycakes. Needed you so bad tonight.” Brows folding up in the middle, he whines against you, grinding his hips into your backside.

“I know you did, baby.” Reaching around, your hand finds his hair, fingers combing through his locks.

“I’m sorry babycakes, daddy just can’t help himself around you.”

“Oh, fuck… I love it.” You feel like you could collapse, feeling him surround you like this, feeling him claim your very being all over again. “I love it, I love how fucking feral you are for me.” Rolling your eyes back, you inhale a large breath, trying to steady yourself by grabbing onto the forearm wrapped around your midsection.

“Huh, that’s quite the sentence, sugar peach. I must not be fuckin’ you hard enough.”

Releasing you of his hold, he shoves you down again, intent on making you delirious from his influence. Like he never missed a beat, he’s shoving himself into you again, both hands gripping your cheeks before his dominant hand spanks one of them.

Honestly, you’re shocked, genuinely shocked that he still has his wits about him to this degree. When you got back to your hotel room, you thought you’d ride him, make him cum inside you while you kissed all over his cheeks. But hell, you’re fine with this too, more than fine with it. To see those women look at Jack like he was a prize to be won made you furious. But knowing this is what he had in store for you later in the night made those immature worries fizzle away. He really is yours, for eternity.

“Fuck,” He spits out. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum.”

You hum happily at this, a lazy smile forming on your blissed-out face. “Already?”

“Jesus Christ,” His heart is pounding, he’s already sweating. “You have such a tight little hole.”

You wish so desperately that you could see his handsome face, stroke his clean jawline and look into his eyes while he spilled inside. But honestly, you’re too love-drunk to even comprehend doing that right now. All you can do is let go, let go and allow yourself to feel the wonderful sensations he gives to you. It’s almost like you’re numb, the euphoria completely overpowering you.

“I want it,” Comes your dreamy sigh. “Want your cum, daddy.”

Rapidly, he nods, his jaw dropping. He can feel your heated walls squeezing around him, can feel your sex sucking him back inside every time he leaves, even for only a second. “Daddy-Daddy’s gonna cum, okay?”

“Okay,” Comes your muffled cry, face still buried in the sheets.

Your husband thinks back to the way Champ held you while you danced, his hand in yours with the other on your lower back. The fucking nerve of that man. If only he knew what Jack did to you, what he could make you do. If only he could see you right now, calling out for your daddy, begging for him to fill your insides. But he already let one man see you like this, and he’s never doing that again.

“Where do you want daddy’s cum, angel?” He knows where you want it, he just needs to hear you say it. “Do you want it inside? Do you want daddy’s cum inside your pretty little pussy?”

“Yes, yes please.” Rocking back against him, you’re both verbally and physically begging for his release. Not that you wanted this to end, honestly, you’ll probably ask him to go again. “Inside me…”

“Fuck.” Whiskey repeats, his head and body absolutely swimming in ecstasy. Blunt fingernails trail down your back, the red marks he leaves making him grin. His other hand stays glued to your hip, allowing him to steady himself as he loses the fluid pace he’d originally created.

“Yeah baby,” He then huffs out, his tip throbbing against your deepest parts. “Take my cum, babycakes.” His entire body jolts, leaning over you as he groans. “Gonna gi – gonna give you all of it. All of it.”

His hips stutter, his delirious moan bursting out from his chest and through those pillowy-soft lips. And you’re whining into the sheets, writhing beneath the heavy weight of him as he presses into you.

“Honey, I’m so sorry.”

His words make you frown. Inhaling a breath, you turn your head. “For what, baby?”

“I didn’t,” And then he takes a second to breathe, swallowing. “I didn’t make you cum.”

“Baby, it’s -”

“Let me do it on my tongue.”

“Daddy,” He’s sliding out of you so quickly that it hurts, that subtle sting resonating through your hips from his girth.

Dragging you down the bed are the strength of his hands, securing around your ankles while he kneels at the end of the bedspread. But before putting his mouth on you, he flips you onto your back.

“Let me see that pretty face.” His deep, raspy voice requests. And he smiles when you lift your head.

Leaning back on your forearms, you watch with bated breath as he lifts your legs, letting the rest on his shoulders. While keeping your gaze, he moves in, kissing your thigh’s sensitive skin.

“Baby,” You’re trying to get his attention, but he ignores it. “I wanna talk, talk to you.”

Closing his eyes, his head dips down, tongue laying out. It runs up through your folds, now leaking with him. Jesus, he’s so enamored with you.

“Jack.”

But he’s too distracted, moaning at your combined taste as his tongue swipes through your delicate sex. Both hands run over your thighs, gripping the sweet flesh with those thick and talented digits.

Reaching down, you run your fingers through his clean-styled hair, curling them around the dark strands and yanking him away from your sex. He releases you with a grunt, mouth hanging open as he exudes thick and heavy breaths. Now, you have his attention.

“So,” You finally say, smiling further up on the bed while you too, catch your breath. “You’re taking me to Italy?”

#yayayay #it's Daddycember again!#Daddycember #Daddycember '22 #Daddycember 2022 #Daddy #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey #Agent Whiskey x you #Agent Whiskey x reader #Agent Whiskey x female reader

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davyjoneslockr · 1 year

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Narancia for the character game! Or, if someone else beat me to Nara, Coco Jumbo

(For this ask game)

First impression: Okay so fun fact, my partner is a huge Narancia fan, and has been since before we met (which was actually because of JJBA lol, but I digress), so before I got to Vento Aureo, I already knew quite a bit about him from their infodumping. So I went into it kinda biased, but I did really like him from the start. I thought he was cute and fun and was a good silly childish character to balance out all the depressing shit happening elsewhere.

Impression now: Hhhhhhhhh. Love this little dude. I think he’s the second-best written character in that part (behind Bucciarati) and he occupies so much of my brain at all times you have no idea. He’s cute and silly, but not innocent, and his whole story really emphasizes the tragedy of VA. I like that, on a level only comparable to Giorno, he exercises a ton of agency – not only in getting on the boat, but by disobeying Bucciarati’s orders to leave Passione alone and go home. People don’t talk enough about how, unlike the others, Narancia actually had the chance to live a normal life, but didn’t take it. Narancia effectively ruined his own life for the sake of companionship. Augh. And I sobbed so hard over his death. Still do every time I watch it. Whatever. Fantastic character I adore him

Favorite moment: That scene where he’s in the turtle with Trish, and, even though she’s trying to hide her feelings, he reads her perfectly and lays everything out in a way that shocks even her. Even though there’s a lot of jokes about Narancia’s book smarts, he’s really fucking emotionally intelligent – more than anyone else in the gang, I’d say, easily – and that’s super important. It’s the reason he was able to get on the boat when Fugo wasn’t. There’s a few moments in Purple Haze Feedback, in flashbacks, where Narancia holds the fact that he’s older over Fugo’s head, and jokingly equates age with superiority and experience or whatever. But the truth is, he actually is wiser and understands the world better than Fugo (or, really, anyone else). Genuinely love that so much.

Idea for a story: Hopping on the pre-canon train again, but I really want to write about the period after Bucciarati sends him back home to return to school, up to the point where he goes behind his back and joins the gang. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t have Bucciarati to guide him towards Polpo, nor did he likely know what a stand was before his initiation. He had to figure all that out by himself and go into it blind. I don’t see enough fanwork about that, and it’s a shame, because I think there’s a lot of really interesting stuff to theorize about there.

Unpopular opinion: Hate hate HATE it when people treat him like a toddler. Like I said, he’s not innocent, and while he can be a bit childish, the infantilization he gets from the fandom is a bit much. Every time I see someone claim he should’ve been younger than Fugo, I’m like. NO. THATS THE POINT. LIKE I SAID HE’S OLDER AND WISER AND MORE MATURE AND THAT’S IMPORTANT. Also I feel like it’s weird how people constantly portray him like a child and rag on his intelligence when it seems likely that he has a learning disorder but we’re not ready for that conversation are we.

Favorite relationship: Ohh boy where do I start. Romantically I obviously adore Naramis and I really like Naratrish as well. Friends to lovers who act as each other’s solace from the horrors of their daily life + two sides of the same coin who naturally seem to understand each other but have to work to see where their own self projection ends and the other begins. Both fantastic dynamics imo. And his relationship with Fugo drives me insane oh my goddd. They’re exes they’re best friends they hurt each other constantly they love each other so deeply they know each other so well they’ll never be able to fully understand each other. They’re soulmates but not in a romantic sense just in two people who wouldn’t be complete had the other not occupied a space in their life. Etc.

Favorite headcanon: HIS SKIRT WAS HIS MOM’S AND HE TOOK IT WHEN HE RAN AWAY FOR GOOD also when he’s older because he lives to be older shhhh he gets a little growth spurt and ends up just barely taller than Fugo smiles. Autistic ADHD icon as well :]

#hey sorry these are taking so long but i will do all of them don’t worry!!#also forgot coco jumbo uhhhh fuck. turtle so awesome love that his dub name is coco large #jjba #jjba headcanons #narancia ghirga

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lindszeppelin · 9 months

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Linds… ugggggggh. Just ugh. I’m about thisclose to losing my shit. I agree with you on the Cabo pix and it’s absolutely disturbing to see him AGAIN hiding under a towel.

I’m distressed that he is not more distanced from this group and my patience is running thin. I wish I could completely shut out Austin’s non-work related images and info. But honestly there’s no way.

I have some musings about the situationship status — that (full disclosure) have no basis in knowledge or reality. It’s just the crap rolling around in my head. Anyway…

We have discussed the complex elements he was navigating in his personal and professional life as this arrangement was orchestrated. I wonder if he has conflated his own increased level of fame/attention due to his work with the amount of exposure he has by being associated with them. I mean maybe he doesn’t see it as a “Gerber” problem but mistakenly thinks it’s mostly due to his own fame. Like they would be able to live a more private life if not for HIM.

I find it hard to believe a man in his 30s who grew up in Hollywood would be that naive. But maybe his good heartedness has blinded him a bit to their ways.

AND/OR

He’s 100% not interested in a life partnership at this time and this will do for now so why bother breaking up with K and drawing down all the associated drama when he clearly invests minimal emotional capital in her anyway. It’s a great idea except for the downside that she/this tarnishes his image. But he is likely unaware of that part. And maybe no one whose opinion matters to him actually cares.

I don’t know.

This is what my brain resorts to because I fucking can’t stand STILL seeing him associated with her. It’s like pairing filet mignon with funyuns.

What is wrong with me??? Why why whyyyyyyy do I waste my time/energy on this????

Thanks for being there bestie! Thank god I’m not alone.

haha MJ I adore you so much, and i love your analogy of filet mignon and funyuns.

but i first wanna say that the reason why you or us can't stop thinking about this no matter how hard we want to just support austin's work and not want to be forced to see the cringe shit about his situationship is because we clearly see it for what it is. if he was with the woman of his dreams that he loved, we would support him and we would invest a lot less time musing over it because well...there would be no issues with said relationship to be concerned about. as women, we have the deeply intuitive knowing that SOMETHING IS WRONG and the problem is not being corrected. it's being left to corrode. plus, we care about him and so we worry. just like any person in our lives that we love, we worry and our brains can't help but get drawn to it and hope that they're okay. same applies here. so, you're not crazy for thinking about this or putting energy into it. we would not be here if he was in a truly loving relationship that was fucking obvious to the entire world. we would applaud him and wish him the best and have peace of mind. this situationship disturbs the peace because it is not right.

but secondly, i think the latter of your theories is where my money goes, if i was a gambling woman lol. she is a "here for the moment" chick, not "wife material". minimal investment, not wanting to deal with the litany of press and media about a huge breakup announcement. he's probably still traumatized from how the media has taken and spun the vanessa breakup so i don't blame him for being a little scared. but what we know is that kaia is not his forever. men that are serious about their intentions on a woman will waste no time, and will not only show their genuine interests for a woman but they will make plans and they will settle down faster. it happens all the time. my parents got engaged after 6 damn months and they're still together after decades of marriage. he clearly is not ready at this time for marriage and she is too young for that serious commitment. so, low investment and probably biding his time waiting for the right time and the right woman for him to drop this gerber baby.

he's a smart man, he would not propose to a 22 year old girl like this is 1942. he just got out of a 10 year relationship not long ago. men don't jump ship like that so soon. it's gonna take him time to be ready for that serious commitment. and men take a lot longer to be truly ready for marriage before women are anyway. he is focusing on his career before settling down, clearly, as he has stated a lot that he is career focused.

but i'll end this by just reinstating that the cabo pics from last christmas and after the award season this year were vastly different in tone compared to this christmas. he was out and about the last two times, yes he had a towel on his head once, but generally he was seen pictured outside. this time he was seemingly hiding away in the resort, left by himself and not wanting to be seen by the paps with her or her family. alarm bells ring off. if this man has to practically quarantine away on what is supposed to be a vacation then it seems like he's at the end of this rope. also, what man that had a 2 year anniversary with their girlfriend act like that? a man that doesn't give a damn about her. he never did this with vanessa, not even once. he was proud to be around her, and if the paps came around when he didn't want them around then he protected her first from the cameras, using himself as a shield. but the towel over his head in cabo is different. how much more he is willing to take before enough is enough is up to him, but this felt like a desperate attempt to be by himself. and if kaia was the one, she would never put her man in that position out on the beach to be readily papped when she knows he doesn't like it.

and no bestie you're not alone <3

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pushingdaisies1 · 2 years

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𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑰’𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆! - 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒕

♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵: “Travis Hackett x fem reader smut fluff. Travis has a hard day and the reader makes him dinner …. Which is her and you know the rest.” Authors note: Of course of course! MWAHAH my first smut/fluff on here , I’m ready to try this out. Also , thank you to the people who helped me with finding out the food portion of this lol ❥ You learned a lot of things about Travis Hackett in your relationship with him over the span of a good couple years together. He was one hell of a partner , and a people pleaser at heart truly. Any sort of dilemma or problem , he would or was made to fix. When the accident happened with Silas, he was made into a savior role of some sort once again.

He had to find a way to make it right like always. You could remember him coming back home after the mess at Harem Scarem. He wasn’t himself for a while , almost decomposing a way in your shared bed. You tried to talk to him , let him use you as a shoulder to cry on.

But he didn’t wanna burden you with everything , he needed to be alone. Only reason he got back out was from you pushing him and knowing work had to be done. It always made you snarl lightly whenever with his mother , I mean the nerve!

You tried to give her the benefit of the doubt once or twice , but day by day it genuinely made your heart sink more and more seeing him grow so tired. He was always so drained so frequently , working himself to the bone. The pressure he was under made your heart hurt tremendously. How she always barked him around like a dog.

You wanted to help , you really did want to. But that was a big fat no from him. You were the anchor to keep him grounded from his thoughts and the spiraling guilt. He couldn’t lose it , he couldn’t lose that just yet.

One day as Travis was out and you were free home alone , you cooked yourself some lunch. At the stove , the sound of the grease sizzling sparked a few ideas. You wanted to find other ways to release that pesky weight off his shoulders. Then and there it hit you , food was the answer! Tip to persuading your lover was very much (also getting to his heart) through his stomach. Especially when it came to any homemade food or anything that brought comfort to him. Had that sort of nostalgia kick he could ride on.

Your mind fell back on one conversation the two of you had. Where he mentioned a meal that always brightened his mood. It was a mash up of steak , mashed potatoes, and some good ole homemade four-cheese Mac and cheese. He always talked about how on bad days it would cheer him right up. It made you all start to think of a sort of plan to put in action. The oncoming day , by the time the sun was about to set. It was brushing early night , you were antsy waiting for Travis to arrive back home. Your mind numbed listening into the sizzling of the steak , mashed potatoes finished and off to the side. Oh were you a ball mixed of excitement and nervousness. You didn’t want to fuck up the gift to him at all. This had to be perfect.

What pulled you out of your thoughts once again was the creaking open of your front door. No one should be home . . . oh shit! “Honey I’m home!” Travis lightly announced as he hung up his coat. You could hear the movement of his boots turning into the direction of the kitchen. You skittered , making sure to use your back as a shield to cover the surprise waiting. Making sure to turn off the stove of course. “Hi darling! , how was work?” You welcomed him with a smile. “Normal as always . . . better to be back with you.” He huffed , resting his hands gently around your waste. You’d let out a small *wheezy* chuckle , resting your hands this time around his collar bone. “Why thank you , such a charmer.” He’d let out his own chuckle , before trying to peek his head back behind you. “Oh whats that-” you though were able to block off the fresh stake from his view so he wouldnt get the full picture .. at least. “H- oh nothing nothing! You’ll just have to find that all out in a second.” you quickly suggested. He gave you a curious look , before it faded away into one of warmness. It was nice having fun quality time with his once in a while. “Right right… I’ll go wash up the reek of the outside world while you set up?” You snickered and gave him a nod in response. His smile grew even a tad bit more before kissing your cheek and making his way off to your two’s shared bedroom. You could even catch a faint “thank you.” under his breath as he made his exit. It didnt take so long for you to set up the food , and him to change into more comfortable attire. Everything was perfect , it all was as if you could have imagined. Just the two of you. Nothing interfering with the food , nothing involving his family's problem or the wolf plaguing Hackett's. Just the two of you , together , able to enjoy each others company. It was peace to your ears. You spent a majority of the night . . . just talking. About anything really , your day or his day. By the time you both had finish the food with a booming Travis , you two couldn't stop hearing about what the other had on their mind. It was rearing almost midnight at that point. Travis was going on , making light jabs at some of his family giving more and more for him to carry. His talk was stopped at you getting his attention with your chair skootching back. “Travis…honey.” , his response was his eyes darting from the table up towards you. Slowly your finger trailed the table as you made your way over towards him. “Why dont we change the subject a little.” your eyes softened as you now stood behind him. Your arms similar to earlier rested around his collar bone , lightly leaned on him. His eyes , oh so curious looked up. He matched your gaze , amused at what you wanted to ask. You trailed a finger , lining his jaw. “Your always so stressed , so pent up. Why dont I give you one . last . surprise.” Your use of words made him perk up a little , seeming even just more amused as the way your words curled. Your head lowered down , whispering in his ear. “Let me give you a dessert for tonight , you deserve it.” Those words just made him perk up even more. His eyes genuinely looked as if he was holding words back , words of sweetness. He was such putty in your hands. “I-” , “Use your big boy words~” , “ I- god ive missed you.” He finished off , his eyes even seemingly getting watery. Your smile curled up , reaching even more down to pepper his face with kisses. “Me too , me too. You deserve all of this.” that tone you even used making his cheeks go enriched with the warm feeling he was so fond with. Quickly he got up from his seat , not caring about the empty plates. Your lips collided with his , the two of you welcoming this prolonged make out sesh. It all became heavier and heavier , it sucked having to pull away for air. Yours and his steps made their way up towards your room , if not but a little stumbled. Your hands couldn't rest at slipping off any of his clothes , neither could he. Rearing up towards the door , you stopped in your tracks to affirm one more thing. You held his face , making one last remark. “Remember I’m taking care of you tonight , alrighty?” He made a joking huff , “Gladly - but could I get at least a little bit carried away….?” He made sure to make those puppy eyes , not serious at all. You snickered and so did he. “Meh , we can find that out later.” As you two proceeded inside. What a lovely dessert it was ♡

#The Quarry #the quarry imagine #the quarry x reader #travis hackett #the quarry travis #travis hackett x reader #mwahhaha spicy >:D #I hope this is enjoyable!!!#I as well hope i delivered on both the spice and fluff #I'm trying to become more active again so expect new things to be flooded in!! ^^#if you'd like to send a request #flood my inbox!!#ugh i love this man sm

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hay1ock · 1 year

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Another week, another took-a-long-time-to-process-so-now-going-to-ramble Only Friends post. I have no idea where I want to start as there were so many entanglements, emotions, moments for the characters, both separately and together.

Firstly, once again, got to praise the show for looking good. Loved some of the shots, one particular one was the continuous shot of Sand following Ray into his den/music room, and also Nick and Boston beneath those antlers - was as if Nick was being consumed by a beast (how very Hannibal lol)

So, thoughts on the characters and relationships. I guess we’ll start with Top and Mew as they kicked the episode off.

Top - honestly, I’m so conflicted over him. One minute I’m like, okay I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and the next I’m all hell no, shoo *waves him away*. He certainly earned some ‘bodacious side-eyes’ this week.

1. His glance at Boston after asking Mew to be his boyfriend. He looked so smug.

2. The way he ‘claimed’ Mew in front of Ray saying they had a date and taking his hand. Does he already feel threatened by Ray?

3. The way he spoke to Ray when Cheum hurt her ankle. (I’m not a doctor but I didn’t see Ray’s idea to raise a swollen ankle as a bad thing. He clearly wasn’t looking to hurt his friend). It just felt like Top was exerting dominance again. BUT maybe with the backstory we saw he now needs to control situations and jumped in without watching his tone.

4. Him and Boston in the shower (obviously lol)👀. I couldn’t get a read what he was thinking. He said stop but then let Boston get right back to it. His expression bounced around from into it to annoyed to… I don’t know what. BUT that isn’t the way to get into Mew’s good books lol.

Then on the other hand we have the backstory and his fear of sleeping alone. He seemed genuine about his past and can certainly see his sleeping around rooted in that. In episode 1, he could have just left, maybe even still had time to find someone else if it was just sex he wanted, but he asked to stay over, even if just to cuddle and sleep beside Mew. So until I’m shown otherwise I believe him. Curious if he’s abusing the sleeping tablets though (based on bits they showed in both trailers).

Mew - just because he’s a glasses wearing virgin doesn’t mean he’s naive, I mean… have you seen his friends? Lol. I do think he’s ticking things off a little too easily, but Top does make his heart tremble so there are feelings there already and he’s maybe looking for reasons for Top to meet his list. It no way excuses the Top and Boston encounter, but I do wonder how far Mew will push his No Sex rule with Top and this whole reset and then his cookie kiss teasing and if that’ll blow up in his face? (I see you car in the preview). But like I get it. If Top cares for him he should be willing to wait until Mew is ready, build trust and get to know each other properly. Plus you know, Top has his hand and a healthy imagination, he’ll be fine lol.

Boston - or rather…BOSTON! I love him but hate him lol. Bold move with Top in the shower. I’m not really sure why he’s so bothered. Like seriously how good was the sex? Has he caught feelings? Or is it just about one-upping Mew, is there more to their ‘friendship’? Jealousy? A one-sided rivalry of some kind? The fact he’s looking to use Ray and Mew’s friendship to get Top is a scummy move. And then there’s his relationship with Nick.

After Ray, Nick is my second precious, please-protect-him-from-everything-as-well-as-himself baby. He looked so tiny with his knees up to his chest, and soft and vulnerable lying in bed for the photos. Boston has made it clear-ish what their status is so Nick should be aware falling for him is a fruitless endeavour. BUT. The ish is because like Nick I’m getting mixed signals when he’s calling him his favourite, calling him cute, giving him little kisses and confidence boosts. The first sex scene between them this episode is more how I view Boston, flipping Nick over, pushing him down, no need to see his face. He just wants sex, not a connection with Nick. Argh, Nick’s attached and it’s gonna hurt. God, everybody’s so messy lol.

And then we’re round to my best boy, Ray. God I love seeing Khaotung like this. Anyway, yes he’s a danger to himself and others when drunk, not saying he’s an angel, but as Mew said he can’t be stopped, not unless he’s ready to admit he has a problem and get help. Struggling characters speak to me lol.

I loved his scene with Mew near the start. Sure he’s jealous, probably more so when drunk, but this episode he came across as supportive. Worried but supportive nonetheless. He’s probably met some Top’s before so is rightly concerned about Mew jumping in when their might be someone nice down the line (and I’m convinced he wasn’t talking about himself here - there’s no way he sees himself as anywhere near good enough for Mew). I felt like his glances at Top both by the pool and then the outdoor activity were, yes there’s still some jealousy but also as if they were out of concern/viewing how Top is acting - to me, he seemed surprised/wary at Top coming over as controlling and jumping in about the date and taking hold of Mew, and then at the activities it felt like he was observing/considering the genuineness of Top’s calls of support (vs Boston’s done with them eye roll).

There was a lot of stuff brought up for Ray this episode. Him and Sand was just amazing. From following Sand as what probably started out as a nice distraction, to hiring him as a drinking buddy, to genuinely bonding and smiling, to, well, that last sequence - god dang he was oozing with charm and his lustful gaze and… Why does smoking always look so hot? It really isn’t but damn does it look all cinematic and sexy. But yeah, it was great not to have to listen to him throw up this week. The flashback to his mum though. It seemed she died with a drink in her hand. Whether it was straight up from the alcohol, or maybe it caused other health problems? Was it just alcohol or was she washing down pills or something? Did she drunkenly fall and hit her head? *squints at the blurry scene* It’s certainly a trauma that is part of why he drinks, exacerbated by his loneliness and now the fear of losing Mew and that friendship as him and Top get closer. I’m also scared Ray is drinking himself stupid as a way to follow her.

Sand. The goodest boy (shhh pretend he’s not selling moonshine). I loved him so much when he tried to cheer Ray up after asking questions about his mum’s death. It was clear Ray was upset and down and it was lovely seeing him make Ray smile. Also, the way he was staring at Ray in these scenes. Gah. He’s so interested in him. I found it funny him turning away the girl, when Ray had suggested the three of them hang out. At least he got Ray looking very pleased with himself when it was just the two of them. There’s not much else to dive into with him at the moment. That talk to the camera thing at the end. Boy already looks like he knows he fucked up. Playing with fire indeed. Nothing else to say right… okay maybe one thing. Tattoo *kicks feet*

Random things.

1. Cheum and April. Wasn’t much of them but they were cute.

2. Sorry Top but that dive into the water. I kind of like it in that it shows he isn’t perfect. And apparently this isn’t Baywatch lol.

3. Tattoo.

4. I wonder if there was more than that one shot of Nick that Boston took? Hoping there’s nothing that can be used against Nick in the future.

5. TaTtOo.

6. The way Sand broke the kiss by pulling Ray away *melts*

7. Sand and Nick becoming roomies. They can bitch about their emotionally unavailable men over some plum wine lol. Wonder if Boston and Ray will end up there at the same time?

8. Ray’s face when Mew said Top had ticked the get along with friends box on his list.

9. Fluffy haired Ray at the outdoor activities.

10. TATTOO.

11. I kinda wanna go to a laser quest again. Like, are they still a thing? Time to relive my youth lol.

12. Took me a minute but realised those ‘talk to the camera’ interviews reminded me of the first episode of Queer As Folk (at least the UK version) where they had a similar thing. Vince was my baby. What do you mean I have a thing for guys who have a crush on their best friend? Lol

13. I can’t help it. I’m sorry. BUT Ray in that black fluffy cardigan outfit. It was his episode, at least for me.

14. Ray’s little face when he put him mum’s record on. Everybody shush. I love him okay.

15. I know you probably didn’t want him in your bed again since the reset, but Mew, cuddling on the couch did not look comfy.

16. So, if Nick works at a family business I shall switch my guess at Papang being something to do with uni and his course.

17. Title, where you at.

18. Ohhhhh. Yo and unnamed dude (please be called Lo) are together.

And I’ll shut up now. We’re down to hours until the next episode. Exciting.

#only friends series #only friends episode 2 #firstkhaotung #sandray #neomark #bostonnick #forcebook #topmew #this show has me in a chokehold #send help I’m in too deep #Ray is best boy #Khaotung the actor you are #I’m biased so sue me lol

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