#jacob black x f!reader

[lacevenom]

burning beneath the skin☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆. ꙳

PAIRING : Jacob black x fem!reader

WARNINGS / MENTIONS : smut. f for fem

SUMMARY : request —here

it’s was late night as you were in your room with your boyfriend—you laid on your back with him on top of you—shirtless as always—as you two made out. jacob’s hands brushed against your thighs slowly wandering toward your pijama shorts making your breath hitch softly—he noticed it and looked at you. his brown eyes soft. “is this okay?”

you only gave him a small nod.

he gently smiled and leaned down to kiss you again—his hands slowly slipping under your pajama shorts. his hands moved carefully against your body, giving you time to adjust and ensuring that you were comfortable with every touch. his kisses became more passionate, and he slowly began to move his hands further down.

as he reached the edge of your underwear—he paused again, breaking the kiss to look at you. his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were filled with love and desire. “baby,” he whispered, his voice gentle and husky. “can I touch you here?”

your heart fluttered as you nodded and whispered softly. “yes.”

with your permission—he slowly moved his hand beneath your underwear, gently caressing you. his touch was soft and careful—wanting to make sure every moment was perfect for you. his lips met yours again, more urgently this time, as his fingers explored.

jacob watched your face carefully as he gently slipped a finger inside you. you gasped softly, gripping his arms as he moved his finger in and out slowly—he continued to kiss you deeply, swallowing your soft moans and whimpers. after a few moments, he added another finger, stretching you gently as he felt how wet and tight you were, he curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside you that made your back arch. he let out a low growl against your lips, his fingers moving faster and deeper as he fingered you for your first time.

he could hear your soft yet desperate whimpers and how you tensed up, so he slowed down and kissed you softly, “shh, baby, it’s okay,” he whispered, his fingers still moving gently inside you. he hooked his fingers, hitting your spot perfectly again, making your legs shake. he added his palm to your clit, rubbing it softly as he fingered you deeply and fast. “jake—” You whimpered softly.

"that's it, baby," he murmured against your lips, his fingers moving faster and more intensely. he could feel your walls tightening around his fingers, and he knew you were nearing your climax. “let go for me, my pretty girl.”

and so you did.

your eyes fell shut as you came. crying out his name as your hands gripped the sheets—your walls clenching around his fingers rapidly.

he continued to move his fingers slowly and gently, helping you ride out your orgasm. when your body finally stilled, he carefully pulled his fingers out. jacob pressed his forehead against yours, gently kissing you again. eventually he pulled away whispering softly. "are you okay?"

you nodded slowly. your breath still a little uneven.

he smiled softly, seeing your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. he helped you getting clean and dressed again—afterwards he pulled you into his chest just holding you.

[twlgholts]

always kind of was, j.b

chapter one, second nature

— jacob black x f. reader

a/n: written from a washingtonian i am tired of the misrepresentation so it is my goal to accurately portray my state… but first chapter a lil nervy havent written in a year but!! had fun writing

series masterlist! next.

The road to Forks is a familiar one, even after two years. Evergreen trees blur past your window, their towering forms casting long shadows over the asphalt as your car hums along the highway. You didn’t realize how much you missed this stretch of Highway 101 till now–how the trees leaned in like close friends, how the air smelled like rain (because of course it does), how the damp air curled in through the cracked window and made everything smell like pine needles and rain. Your fingers tap against the steering wheel following the beat of the radio, restless.

Your phone buzzes in the passenger seat.

Jake: You close yet?

A smile tugs on your lips. You can practically hear the impatience in his text.

You: Like 20 min out. Chill

Jake: Chill?? I’m literally pacing right now

You roll your eyes but a smile tugs on your lips. Jacob Black has always been like this–all energy, no patience. Some things never change.

Jacob Black. Your best friend since before you could spell your own name. You had shared everything with him growing up–scraped knees, projects in his garage, secret forts built from moss and driftwood down by First Beach. And as you drive past The City of Forks Welcomes You sign, your chest warms.

The last time you were here, you were fourteen, saying goodbye with a promise of a visit. Your dad’s job pulled your family to the buzz of Kirkland, where everything was cleaner, faster, and more modern. But life got in the way, as it does–school, your dad’s new job, the four-hour distance between Kirkland and Forks. Still, you and Jake kept in touch. Late-night calls, stupid texts, the occasional letters (because Jake thought it was funny to mail you doodles of his terrible car sketches and self-portraits). Still, Forks was yours in the way it mattered and now, thanks to your parents’ sudden, nostalgic purchase of a cozy summer house on the edge of town, it could be again.

You weren’t the same girl who had left, and from his photos, he wasn’t the same Jacob, either. He’d grown taller, broader. His baby face and chubby cheeks you used to pinch sharpened into somethin old, something you didn’t quite know how to name. And still–he was Jacob. Your best friend.

But now, you’re back.

Your parents arrived yesterday to get the house ready and you had stayed behind to finish packing, insisting on driving yourself. You needed the time to think and to tame your nerves.

Because Jake is… Jake.

When you were kids, it was simple. He was the little boy who taught you how to skip rocks, who let you steal bites of his fry bread at the rez cookouts he would invite you to, who tried to feign annoyance but eventually grin when you called him Jakey just to annoy him.

But now? You’re not sure who he is. What you guys are.

Your phone buzzes again.

Jake: I’m at your house btw

Jake: Tick-tock you better not be bailing on me

You scoff.

You: ?????

Jake: Your mom said I could wait for you so hurry up

Of course he was. You groan, but your pulse kicks up anyway.

You could see your parents were already inside the house by the time you pulled up–a modest, moss-draped place tucked between pines, just off a gravel road. Your parents’ car is parked out front. Right next to it is a black motorcycle.

Your stomach flips.

Slowly, you pull into the driveway right behind the already car park, take a deep breath, and step out. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. The front door is slightly ajar and you push it open.

“Mom? Dad?” No answer. You drop your bags in the foyer and head up the stairs, looking for your room at the end of the hall–

And then you see him.

Jake is leaning against your bedroom door frame, arms crossed, impatiently tapping his foot. He’s taller. A lot taller. His shoulders are broader, his frame more solid than the lanky boy you remember, and his hair was shorter now, shaggier, like he hadn’t bothered with it much. And when you made eye contact, his face looked at you like he’d forgotten how to breathe and something passed between you in the silence.

“Hey,” you said. Your voice came out softer than you meant it to.

“Took you long enough,” his face twitches slightly and he snaps out of whatever trance he was in, now grinning like he’s just won something.

“Shut up,” you reply, but you’re smiling.

He pushes off the doorframe and closes the distance between you in two strides. He pulled you into a hug that wrapped around your whole body. His warmth is immediate and almost startling, like standing in front of a bonfire. His hand lingered at your back a moment longer than necessary, but you don’t mind. You missed him. A lot.

“I missed you,” he murmured into your hair.

You smile against his chest. “Missed you too, Jakey.”

He exhales sharply and chuckles, like the words punched the air out of him. Then, slowly, his arms tighten around you.

“You still gonna call me that?” his voice is low, but there’s that familiar teasing lilt in it.

You pull away from him and look up to meet his eyes, smirking. “Mhm. Deal with it.”

He snorts. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“Please,” you say, stepping back with a grin. “You’d cry if I stopped, just like how you always did.”

“Only a little,” he shoots back, and there’s a spark in his eyes now, brighter than you remember. You’re not sure what it is–relief, maybe, or him just being awkward and shy.

Before you can reply, the sound of the front door creaking wider makes both of you glance down the stairs.

“Sweetie?” your mom calls up. “Is Jake still here?”

He winces slightly, already backing toward the stairs. “I should probably–”

“You’re staying for dinner!” she shouts before he can finish.

You blink. “Wow, ambushed.”

“I’ve been here ten minutes, she’s already planning the menu,” Jake mutters under his breath, then louder: “Uh–I mean, I don’t want to intrude–”

“Nonsense! You’re basically family.” your mom responds brightly.

He glances back at you, eyebrows raised, lips twitching like he’s holding back a smile. “You set me up.”

“I did not. She just knows you too well. Besides, you’re the one that came her before I even got to Forks.” Jake just shakes his head and shoots you a glare, muttering something under his breath as he follows you down the stairs. You can feel the energy buzzing off him–slightly nervous, but trying not to show it. He’s still smirking like an idiot, but it’s more to himself now, like he can’t quite believe he’s here again either. With you, in person, not over text or call.

The house smells like Mrs. Meyers lemon cleaner and whatever your mom is preparing in the kitchen. Jake hesitates in the foyer, glancing toward the kitchen like he's debating a quick escape, but your mom appears before he can make a move. She wraps him in a hug like no time has passed and Jake stiffens for just a second before relaxing into it, careful and gentle in a way that makes you smile softly.

“You grew up on us,” she says, pulling back to look him over. “Look at you!”

Jake rubs the back of his neck, cheeks flushed but smiling. “Still the same guy. Just a bit taller.”

“A bit? You always did shoot up like a weed,” she laughs, already turning back toward the kitchen. “Hope you’re hungry. We’ve got enough to feed a whole pack.”

He blinks at her words and nods. “Yeah. Starving.”

And then your dad strolls in from the backyard, wiping his hands on a rag, the scent of grass and sprinkler water trailing behind him. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the only kid in this town I trust near a sprinkler system. Bet you could fix ours without even looking at it.”

“I’m your guy.” he smiles, rubbing the back of his neck again. It was always a small habit you noticed he did when he felt awkward, shy, or nervous.

Your dad claps him on the shoulders as he passes. “Glad to see you again, kid.”

And just like that, he is. Wrapped into the space like he’s always belonged, fitting in the rhythm of it, even if the walls are different. Even if everything is different.

You watch him as he sinks into the chair next to yours, still buzzing a little like he doesn’t know where to put all the energy. He’s quiet now, but not in a bad way–more like he’s soaking it in, anchoring himself to something familiar. You slide a glass of water toward him and he takes it without looking, but his fingers brush yours for half a second too long.

And while he’s still Jake, it’s not exactly the same. But neither are you.

[wolfpackenthusiast]

a jacob black x reader where reader really wants a baby

Baby Fever

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Summary: Reader has baby fever

Warnings: not proofread, suggestive themes

A/N: this is a bit short, sorry dearys! + send more reqs!!!!

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After Emily and Sam had their baby, you spent a lot of time with them! Always babysitting them whenever you could, they were just the cutest!

All this time with a baby, it made you want one of your own, and so, you went to jacob.

“Jake! Don’t you see how cute Emily’s kid is??” You said happily, “yeah, they’re cute alright,” he said, pausing on working on his bike to talk to you, “c’mere,” he said, drying his hands on a rag before he pulled you into a bear hug, and you immediately hugging him back.

“Imagine if we had a kid of our own? They’d be sooo cute, too.” You murmured against him, “they sure would be, i bet they’d get your attitude.” He joked “oh be quiet.” You said, pulling away, determined to get Jacob to have the same desires as you.

“Hey Jake,” you said, jogging up to him, he’d just gotten off patrol, “hey, Y/n/n,” he said, kissing you on the forehead before messing with your hair, “I babysat Em’s kid again today,” you said, did you now?” He asked, “mhm! I was helping them walk!” You said, gushing. “Imagine if that was our kid? It’d make me really happy, you know.” You said, hinting ay what you want, “yeah, i’d be proud.” He said, going inside and washing up.

You constantly showed him and told him about babies and how you’d hinting about your guys’ non born baby, hinting at that you want a baby, at this point, it was very obvious.

And now, you’re talking with Paul, holding Emily’s baby as the pack fooled around at her and Sam’s house as usual, but you were a bit too close to Paul for Jacob’s liking.

You chatted with him, due to the noise, jacob wasn’t able to hear what you two were talking about, but then Paul got a bit handsy, he knew it might’ve been a way to spite him, but that didn’t calm his jealousy one bit.

He stood up suddenly, taking the baby out of your hands and giving them back to Emily, ushering you into their guest bedroom.

“Let’s make that baby you want oh-so badly, yea?”

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Word count: 368

[lunajay33]

Why Me?

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Summary: Bella and Y/n are twins but when Bella and Renee moved away you stayed with Charlie always growing closer with the people around La push, but when Bella comes back it’s like everything is flipped around, Bella becomes distant obsessed with the cullens, you find solace with the guys at the beach but things change after the first year and suddenly you’re all alone, will anyone come back, will Paul your best friend, your forever crush come save you from depression

Pairing: Paul Lahote x f!reader

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts

Part.2

•Masterlist•

It was a simple life in forks but I loved it this is where I’m meant to be, I can’t explain it but it calls to me, the rainy weather, the cool breeze, the calm beach at La push, even my group of friends made my life feel complete

Plus I had dad or as Bella called him, Charlie, after mom and Bella left when I was only 4 it was usually just the two of us, suppers out at the cafe or cozy nights at Jacob’s as they watched the game, I kept him a float after the devastating heart break even thought I was young, mom tried to take me with them the night everything happened but I held on to dad screaming for him to keep me, and here we are today just me and him it was perfect everything was exactly how it should be, then we got the call Bella was moving back I was nervous at first I haven’t seen her since she stopped visiting years ago

“I’ll be back later, be safe and if you go out leave a note okay sweetie?” Dad stated as he picked up the keys to his police cruiser

“Okay dad! Drive safe” we shared a hug before he left leaving me alone and anytime I was free I’d either walk through the forest behind my house or hang out at the beach with Paul or Jacob

I pulled on a coat and hiking boots heading to the over grown trees lining the backyard, the weather is not too cold but it’s still over cast, the trees are lined with a thick moss the ground littered with pine cones and varying animals tracks

Sometimes I’d find Paul trying to blow off steam out here so hopefully I’ll come across him today needing my best friend right now with all the stress I’ve been feeling about Bella’s return

After a bit more walking I heard groaning as I approached the cliff we sometimes would hang out on, I rounded a tree and saw Paul sitting there huffing and puffing, he’s always had anger issues growing up but I was always there for him and for some reason I was the only one to calm him down

Silently I sat next to him laying my head on his shoulder his arm instinctly wrapping around my waist quickly finding comfort in each others company

“Remember when we were nine and you were so angry that Jacob took my ice cream, you pushed him into a puddle and got me a new ice cream and I had to keep you calm away from Jake the rest of my party” I stated laughing remember how cute he was and that’s the day my crush on him started which grew over the years but I’d never tell him that, I can’t risk what I have with him

He sighed squeezing my hip his breathing calming down

“I couldn’t help it you were so excited all day for your ice cream and that look in your face when he took it mad me so mad, you know I hate seeing you upset”

“Don’t get soft on me Lahote” he huffed out a laugh

“What’s wrong Paul? Anything I can do to help?” I asked finally looking up at him

He looked hesitant his eyes looking anywhere but me, I drew my hand through his long beautiful black hair trying to ease his worries

“Just a lot lately, things with the older tribe members don’t worry about it, how about you Bella’s coming today you still nervous?”

“Yeah what if we’re not like how we were as kids, what if she doesn’t like me anymore I mean I know I can be a burden sometimes but I just want my sister”

“Hey what did I tell you about talking about yourself like that, she’s gonna love you and you’re not a burden why do you think the guys and everyone around you loves you?”

Sometimes when he’d get sweet talking like this it only made me love him more, feeling the blush spread across my cheeks I pushed his arm playfully trying to hide my feelings

“You’ll always be here for me right Paul, even when we both have stuff going on you’ll be here?” My hands fiddling together

“Always”

It’s been a week since Bella’s moved back and it’s been nice, we reconnected and talked before bed most nights just catching up on everything, and it was nice to have a friend at school now, I never really had friend at the forks school, I tried but no one ever bothered, plus all my friends down at La push is better than anyone here

Sitting at my usual lunch table by the windows I glance over seeing Bella with her whole new table of friends, she said she’d sit with me if it bothered me to be alone but I didn’t want to get in the way of her making new friends plus I saw how she’d rather be with them it was the perfect spot to look at the cullens, who she’d make goggly eyes at every lunch

But the day dragged on as usual but when that final bell rang I was free, I ran out the door heading straight to where Paul usually parked to pick me up but he wasn’t there which was strange he was never late

“Hey y/n do you need a ride?” Bella called from a few spots down waiting at her truck

“Oh ummm no I should be fine maybe he’s just running late” I waved her off just hoping he was okay

I sat on the stairs watching as the cars emptied the parking lot one by one till there was no one but me and the setting sun

I sighed realizing he wasn’t coming so I started walking home, once I got through the door I dialed Paul on the house phone my heart beating anxiously

The tones rang one after another but no answer so I called Jacob instead and of course he answered immediately

“Hello Black residence” his chipper voice always made me smile he was such a sweet guy

“Hi Jake it’s y/n Paul didn’t pick me up today and I was wondering do you know if he’s okay?”

“Oh no I haven’t heard…..” I heard a mumbled voice behind him then the voice changed

“Who is this?” And I recognized that voice it was Sam Uley

“Hey Sam it’s me y/n swan! Ummm sorry if I interrupted something I was just calling worried about Paul, have you seen him around?”

“Oh he’s gonna be under the weather for a while he’s caught a stomach bug, we don’t wanna risk you getting sick too”

“Can I visit just to drop off soup or something?” My heart ached knowing what he’d say

“I’m sorry honey not yet, it’ll be awhile just give him time”

“But……but he’s my best friend” my voice wavered haven’t never being apart from him for a long period of time there was this pull to him I always felt so being apart felt…….wrong

“Just give it time honey, I’ve gotta go, goodnight” and with that he hung up the phone felt heavy in my hand

I’ve seen Paul every day since he got his licence, he’s a year older so when he got it he promised to pick me up everyday to make sure I was safe, Bella can drive me now but it’s not the same after a long day I’d get in his truck and cuddle up to his side and drive down to the beach and relax

“Sweetie why are you crying?” Dad broke me out of my thoughts as he hung up the phone

“Oh it’s nothing just….pauls sick I’m just worried”

“That kid is strong he’ll be just fine” he smiled patting my shoulder before he got a soda from the fridge

The days dragged on and I thought he’d atleast pick up the phone when I called or even call me but nothing, not a word and now a month has gone by I thought I’d have Bella but she quickly became all involved with Edward Cullen, the older member of the tribe weren’t quite fond of their family they told me stories but I thought it was all just legends never thinking too much about them

So now without Bella and Paul I was alone, my world felt flipped upside down, everything use tk be perfect but now I felt ripped of who I was, I fell hollow, drained, the all crushing depression, I can’t sleep evident by the dark circles under my eyes, I can barely eat shown by the hollows covering my body and the clothes that hung on my body, I felt like I’m dying, I’m fading

I’ve never been through a break up but this can’t be how it feels this has to be something different, something more painful

School was like hell, even worse than before, Bella convinced me some days to sit with her and the cullens and Alice was always trying to cheer me up but nothing was ever permanent

I picked at my rice as Emmett bragged about how he beat Edward in a baseball game

“Still not feeling well?” Jasper asked next to me, the first time I’ve ever heard him speak

“I think somethings wrong with me, I think I’m dying” everyone stopped what they were talking about and eyes were on me but I didn’t care anymore

“Why would you say that y/n?” Alice spoke

I sighed excusing myself from the table walking away, they couldn’t understand but maybe the elders could, I called dad and he said he’d be at the school to pick me up seeing as work was going slow

A few minutes later the cruiser pulled up and I got in the front seat

“Sick again?” He asked worry written all over his face

I’ve been calling him to pick me up from school a lot, either from spells of nausea throwing up or just the overwhelming depression

“Can you take me to Emily’s?” She was like a aunt to me always so sweet and that’s what I needed right now

“Of course sweetie” the drive was silent until we pulled into the gravel drive way seeing Sam and Emily step out

“Try and relax okay, I’ll pick you up whenever you’d like just call” I managed a smile and got out seeing him drive away

I walked up the porch steps straight into Emily’s arms

“Oh honey what’s happened we haven’t seen you in so long” she said stepping back taking in my clearly broken and sick appearance, the baggy brown hoodie that use to fit relative tight and some ratty sweat pants, my hair pulled into two messy braids

“Somethings wrong Emily, I didn’t know who else to ask” finally letting the tears stream down my face, she squeezed my hands giving Sam a desperate look as she led me inside

I sat on the couch as she dropped a fluffy blanket over my legs telling Sam to make me a hot chocolate

“What’re you feeling hun? How did all this start” her voice always soothed me

“I can’t eat or sleep, I can’t feel it’s like I’m hollow inside and it hurts, not just emotionally I physically get sick all the time, dad brought me to the doctors and they say nothing is medically wrong” Sam placed the drink on the table infront of me and sat next to Emily on the couch across from me

“When did this all start?” He asked

“The day Paul left me, I know it sounds crazy but…….its likes a piece of me died when he stopped coming around” they looked at eachother with knowing looks

“You’re not crazy”

“Then what? Do you know what’s wrong with me?” I ask almost pleading

“I might, how about you and Emily catch up and rest, I’ll be back soon” and with that he left leaving me confused

The sun started setting and I didn’t want to bother Emily more that needed

“I think I’m gonna head home, thanks for having me today” I said pulling on my coat at the door

“Do you want me to call Charlie it’s a long walk hun”

“Oh no I’m…..I need some air I’ll be fine”

“Okay but be safe and call me when you get home so I know everything okay?”

“Okay Em” I faked a smile and left feeling the cool breeze hit me, but I lied theres no going home this time, I’m going to where I last had him, the cliffs

The walk was long and cold but when I finally made it the moon was shining bright over head, dropping to my knees I cried and cried until there was no more tears left

What was the point anymore he’s never coming back so this pain will never go away I feel like I’m fading away anyways

Standing up I neared the cliff edge the sea breeze blowing up from far below

“Maybe in another life I’ll find you Paul” then a quick breeze whooshed past my body opening my eyes I wasn’t at the cliff anymore but in the deep forest

Emmett Cullen right infront of me, confused and upset I step away crossing my arms over my chest

“Emmett why would you stop me, what’re you even doing here” I sigh wanting to just scream

“What the hell were you thinking, why would you try to kill yourself what about Bella what about Charlie?”

“It hurts so much Emmett can you just make it go away, I wanna be okay again”

“This isn’t suppose to happen to you, you’re suppose to be Bella’s sweet shy sister” he sighs pulling me into a tight cold hug, nothing like how it felt with Paul

“Not anymore Em”

“Do you wanna come over I can make you anything you want and I can make a cozy spot for you infront of the fire place”

“Oh I couldn’t impose like that”

“If Bella’s family now so are you” before I could agree a growl rumbled through the trees

Turning a grey wolf the size of a mini van emerged from the trees its eyes piercing at Emmett

“Emmett what do we do?” I ask scared gripping his arm

“Calm down you’ll be okay just trust me okay”

“O…okay” and the next second he was gone in the blink of an eye

He left me, I turn back to the wolf that no longer growled but was whining, getting closer it laid down infront of me nudging my leg with its snout, suddenly the fear dissapeared

I lean down and cautiously rubbed my hand through its soft fur hearing it grumble, sitting in front of it it moved forward laying its head across my lap completely covering it

“You’re quite beautiful, like a gentle giant” rubbing its fur helped sooth me bringing me back to reality of what I almost did tonight

“I can’t believe I almost ended it all tonight, he’ll come back to me soon right? I’ll be happy again someday won’t I?”

I licked at my hand whining

“He promised he wouldn’t leave me, he always said he’d protect me and he always made me happy I don’t know what to do without him”

The wolf got up motioning to get on it back and for some reason I didn’t think twice about it, hopping on I held onto its next as it made its way down the path back the way I came

Right back to Emily’s house

Part.2

Taglist: @lilredcamaro14 @cvmtitss @larissa01-blog2

[mauvecherie-writes]

when in london: j.scipio

• rating: NSFW 18+ mature

• pairing: jacob scipio x black!reader

• w.c: 4.7K

• summary: a spontaneous decision led to a passionate evening.

• warning: corny flirting, meet-cute, dual pov, fluff, sexual content: pwp, protected p in v sex, dirty talk, oral sex [f!receiving], brief handjob, Jacob talking you through it energy.

• tips: kofi | paypal – please if you can 🫶🏾.

[Jacob]

The roaring of laughter and buzzing of accumulated chatter was all around you as you tried to focus your eyes on the foods menu that was in front of you. A small frown was etched on your features as you contorted your glossed lips to the side as if you were concentrating on the words of the menu as if it was a study on the arts of culinary.

If he hadn’t been so enamoured by your beauty as you passed him by, he certainly was now. Feeling his staring tittering on the line of being uncomfortable if you caught him, he adjusted his cap and decided to approach you instead.

Typically, Jacob was a man who was able to admire a beautiful woman from afar and continue on his way. However, there were times such as now, where his body felt compelled to act. All he needed was a smile and he would be content.

[You]

There were so many options to choose from and you had been struggling to narrow it all down to only two options. If you had more time, you would have tried to sample as much you can, especially the perfectly curated chef’s specials.

You were so engrossed in exploring the menu that you did not notice someone approach.

“Forgive me for intruding darling but it seems like you’re having some trouble making a decision.” A low and deep voice came from beside you. Immediately, your body stood alert, ready to dismiss whoever it was. However, all fight left you when your eyes collided with the most gorgeous pair of hooded brown eyes that you had ever encountered. Even with the stone-brown coloured cap on, you could note that his head was covered in rich, dark locks and his full beard was neatly trimmed. But it was the small smile on his fully plump lips that had your guard completely crumbling.

He was devastatingly handsome and the fact that he had approached you because he noticed you were taking a little longer than usual when reading the menu had you slightly flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah.” You sheepishly chuckled as you placed the menu down. “The hotel changes their menu with the seasons, but it seems this time around, all of my staples have either been removed of have had their recipe changed.”

“So now you’re being left with choosing something different.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “Normally, I would have taken this opportunity to just sample as much as I could, but I have to be at an event in about three hours, so I don’t want to over do it.”

The stranger’s smile widened, and you could physically feel your heart swooning.

“May I sit?” He asked.

“Please.” You gestured to the bar stool that was beside you and he took the seat. You couldn’t help but let your eyes travel down his body and noted what he was dressed in. An olive green long-sleeved linen shirt over a white vest that was tucked into what looked like blue Levi denim jeans. When you brought your eyes back to his face, his features felt familiar.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere.” You commented.

“Trust me sweetheart, if we had met before this moment – you would remember who I was.” He smirked. You playfully rolled your eyes, dismissive of his words yet inwardly admitting how they wanted to make you giggle.

“Ha. Ha.” You sarcastically said. “No, like a movie or something but I can’t remember what.”

“I’m an actor.” He spoke. “I’ve been in a couple of things over the past few years. I will say it’s early days of my career though.”

Suddenly, you gasped. “You act as that cute guy in the new Bad Boys films.” You said before you could stop yourself.

Your comment caused him to burst out laughing. “I would prefer Jacob, but I don’t mind being called cute too.” He winked at you which caused your cheeks to warm.

“I’ll stick to Jacob.” You replied as you put forth your hand as you gave you gave him your name in return. “I didn’t know that you were British.”

“Islington born and raised,” Jacob’s face held a sense of pride. “And I can tell from your accent that you’re Northern, but I can’t exactly pinpoint where.”

“A lot of people say that.” You smiled. “But I am from Manchester. The years spent at boarding school wouldn’t take away that twang no matter how much my parents tried.”

“Thank god it didn’t.” Jacob mumbled. You bit your tongue to stop the girlish giggle that wanted to spill out of your mouth.

“Anyway, didn’t you approach me because you wanted to help me choose what to eat?”

“Right.” He nodded his head. “Let’s take a look at this then.” You shared a look, smiling at each other before you passed the menu towards him.

[Jacob]

Your smile was breathtaking.

As much as your conversation was full of marvel and increasing interest, he couldn’t help but always be drawn back to your smile and the joyous sound of your laughter. Your mind was like a labyrinth of knowledge, he had come to find out. You were naturally inquisitive by nature, and it was a quality of that he was beginning to be fond of.

Jacob helped you in choosing a starter of sauteed scallops with garlic butter, lemon and with a parsley garnish. Then for your main entre, a lobster thermidor with a side of truffle fries. As an effort to impress you, he ordered a bottle of vintage Veuve Clicquot Rose. A favourite of yours that you had admitted that you only ordered once in a full moon.

On the last pour of the champagne, you had the softest pout on your lips.

“A good bottle like that is meant to softly enjoyed and we finished it all in an hour and a half.” You commented.

“Well sweetheart. How about, when you come back from your event, I’ll be here, waiting to finish this conversation with another bottle. How does that sound?” Jacob boldly asked you. At some point during your dinner, you had detailed that you had come down to London because you had been invited to an album release party of a friend. However, as the night progressed, the more that he was enjoying spending time in your presence, and he could tell that you felt the same.

“Actually, what are you doing with the rest of your evening?” You asked him as you nervously chewed on your bottom lip. Jacob leaned forward and brought his elbows onto the table.

“What do you have in mind darling?” He raised his eyebrow as he watched you also lean closer, and you placed your hands underneath your chin.

“What do you think about joining me for the rest of the night?” Jacob couldn’t help but grin at your question. He didn’t understand why you were so nervous to ask as he had been feeling the same. Jacob had not wanted this night to end just with sharing dinner hence why he had decided to leave things open ended with his invitation. He was staying on the floor above you, and he had conjured up a plan in his mind to use his small, heated pool that was on his balcony to his advantage when you came back from your event.

And now, you had answered his silent prayers.

“For you I’d do anything.” He answered which caused your eyes to slightly widen as a glint of mischief settled in your eyes. It wasn’t there for long, but it lingered long enough for him to catch it.

“Don’t say that to me.” You hid your glee behind biting your lip.

“And why is that?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Because I require a lot and you saying that you’ll do anything for me is just being a tease.” You confessed as you dropped your hands and reached for your champagne flute and brought it to your lips.

“If you tell me to do something, I’ll do it. I can handle you.” He licked his lips before a small smirk pulled on his face. The expression of desire that momentarily passed you was all that he needed.

Your fate had been sealed in that very moment.

[You]

The entire car ride to the event, all you kept thinking about was how incredibly spontaneous and probably stupid your actions were. Had you discussed this with your best friends, they most likely would have talked you out of inviting Jacob. You had just met the man, shared a long conversation over an impromptu dinner and now he was your plus one to a closed event. Yeah, your friends would have been screaming and throwing all types of cautionary flags your way.

And yet, the hopeful romantic within you simply couldn’t ignore how much of a spark was ignited between you and Jacob. The way your conversation just flowed from topic to topic. He didn’t seem put off by your ramblings of your multiple interests, in fact, he would courage you more by asking questions and it left you feeling giddy.

So, you were leaving it to chance. Sharing this night with this perfect stranger and if it turned into something, even better but if it ended with just tonight then so be it. You were going to enjoy the time you spent with each other.

When you arrived at the event, Jacob offered his arm for you to link with and you gladly took it. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I know I’ve said this already, but you look absolutely stunning tonight.” His words and his breath brushing against your ear sent a shiver down the length of your spine.

“Thank you.” You replied cooly as you looked at him. Then you tried to focus on walking on steady feet past the crowds of fans outside of the venue. You waved at some people who shouted your name as they recognised you from your large social media platform. Once you were in the building, you ventured your way through the crowd towards your friend, who was stationed by the DJ booth.

You shared a tight hug and when she pulled away from you, she eyed Jacob, who was behind you talking to someone he seemed familiar with.

“And who is that gentleman with you?” She playfully wiggled her eyebrows which caused you to giggle.

“He’s my date for the evening.” You vaguely explained. She gave you a knowing smirk.

“Okay girl, I see you. He’s cute.” She winked and in turn, you rolled your eyes even though a small smile was on your face. After a few more greetings, you went back to Jacob who was now holding onto two glasses.

“I got you a Paloma. I hope that’s okay.” He said as he handed you the beverage.

“That’s perfect, thank you.” You took a sip and savoured the taste, humming softly as the flavours burst on your tongue. You hadn’t realised your eyes had closed until you opened them and met Jacob’s gaze. It was intense and it left you flustered. You wanted to avert your attention to somewhere else but like a compulsion, it held you captive.

“So, I saw you talking to some people.” You sparked conversation.

“Yeah, I’ve bumped into some people I’ve met within the industry.”

“I forget how much music and film intertwine.”

Jacob nodded his head in agreement. “Especially if it’s people who are behind the scenes. We just pick what job you can get and do so you meet a lot of people. I tend to make it a point to learn people’s names and get along with them. In the industry, your reputation gets you a lot further than people think.”

“It’s the same with content creation. I try to do the same even if I never meet some of the same people again but it’s that word of mouth that can open doors for you.”

“Exactly.” Just as he was about to continue further, the DJ started playing Alibi by Sevdaliza.

“Oh, this is my song!” You exclaimed. “Come dance with me.” You did not give him a chance to answer as you grabbed his empty hand dragged him towards the dance floor with him chuckling behind you.

[Jacob]

He was trying to be a gentleman.

He really was.

He stood by your side the entire event, bought all your drinks and danced with you – keeping his hands in the appropriate places.

However, as your friend’s sultry music blasted through the speakers, the more your inhibitions faltered. You were pressed against him – back to his chest with your head on his shoulder with one arm thrown over his head. At this point, his cap was backward so that he could get closer to you. His hands were still by his side as he swayed along with you to the melodious music.

“You can touch me you know.” You mumbled into his ear. His light chuckle vibrated against your skin which made you shiver, and he felt it.

“I was trying to be respectful.” He replied.

“There you go again with your teasing language.” He saw the corners of your mouth lift and your body shake with light laughter. “Tell me what you really wanted to say.”

Jacob took in a deep breath and let one hand come to your waist. “I didn’t want to touch you because I knew once I felt your skin beneath my fingertips, I wouldn’t be able to stop touching you.”

“Hmmm, you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Because it is, sweetheart. I’m a hard man to get rid of.” His hand trailed up your stomach and settled just beneath your breast, the other came to the exposed part of your skirt and he heard your gasp. The sound made his chest swell with pride. “Turn around.”

Your body immediately shifted in his arms. You pressed your forehead against his and he rested his hands on the lower part of your back and pulled you closer into his body.

“Permission to speak freely.” He mumbled lowly but you heard him clearly and his statement made you giggle.

“Permission granted.”

“I’ll admit that as soon as you entered the lobby, I noticed you and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from you. Everything about your aura just captivated me and there was this pull, and I couldn’t ignore it. Then I saw you with your cute little pout as you read the menu, I just knew I had to talk to you.”

“I’m glad you did.”

Then you softly continued to dance, your bodies close as the music consumed you, but your scent engulfed him. Everything about you was hard to ignore and the more he felt your body, the harder it was to suppress his desires. Then you moved your leg so that it was in between his and he couldn’t stop you in time to feel the physical manifestation of his yearning.

You lifted your eyes to meet his. The carnal pools of ardour, so strong that sank deep into his veins, he held you by the neck to stop himself from devouring you right then and there.

“Take me back to the hotel.” You whispered against his lips.

[You]

By the time you arrived back at the hotel, your body was charged. You felt like you were on fire and the only person that could out it out was walking beside you with his arm around your waist. Then you slowly came to a halt in front of the hotel room door.

“You got the key?” He mumbled the question into your ear. You bit your lip, nodding your head as you brought the card out. Jacob shifted so that he was standing behind you. A shiver ran down your back and settled in your abdomen as his hands rubbed on the sides of your waist.

“Do you need me to open the door baby?” He softly spoke into your ear.

“No.” You cleared your throat as you swiped the card and the door unlocked. As you entered further into the room, the only lights that were on were the dimly lit lamps and whilst you could tell that that it was a beautiful suite, you were focused on the man that was behind you.

Jacob left you standing in the open space as he made sure that the door was locked and then he made his way back to you.

“Want me to put some music on?” He muttered. You shook your head from side to side in response. “What do you want?”

“I want you to kiss me.” You whispered. He closed the space that was in between you and cradled your face in the palms of his hands. You giggled as he stared down at you with a darkened gaze that held so much promise. You leaned up and grazed his bottom lip which caused the corner of his mouth to quirk upwards and you were not ashamed to feel the hunger that was bubbling to the surface. Without waiting for another moment, Jacob leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.

The feel of his mouth against yours was so much better than you imagined. His lips were so soft but his motion was forceful as he took control, kissing you as if your breath was his last. You moaned into the kiss as his hands travelled down your back to your ass. The softest whimper left your lips as he cupped and kneaded the rounded flesh.

“I like the sound of that.” Jacob whispered as he took off his cap and threw it on the ground before he moved to discarding his linen shirt. Just as your cropped t-shirt was off your body, he pulled you back into his body and captured your lips once more. “Jump.” He mumbled against your lips and you followed his instruction.

When you got to the bed, Jacob softly laid you down, never parting from the burning kiss that was melting you from the inside out. Passion controlled your moment as you stripped each other bare until you were left in just your underwear. You barely had any time to marvel at his physique before his body was covering yours again, landing his lips on yours once more before he turned his attention to your neck as he covered your chest with his large hands. Jacob flicked your nipples with his thumbs causing you to moan and arch into his palms.

“That feels so good.” You moaned and your eyes flattered open just enough to catch his smirk. Without words, he answered you by trailing lips further down onto your chest until one of your nipples was in his mouth and he suckled on it. He soothed the acute pain from the sucking with a flattened tongue and then he moved his mouth to your other nipple. The stimulation caused something fierce to pool in between your thighs. You squirmed beneath him as he paid beautiful attention to your chest. One nipple in your mouth and the other was kept trapped in between his fingers.

As your desire began to dampen your thighs, your need for friction was increasing. So you pushed him away and you softly kissed him as you ran your fingers down the contours of his torso until you wrapped your hand around the base of his girth. Jacob groaned as you tugged at him. He felt so hard, warm and thick in your palm and your mouth was salivating for a taste.

Just as you were about to shift downward, Jacob took your hand away from his dick and pushed you back until your back was on the sheets. He was on his knees in between your parted legs and you were finally able to look over his wonderful stature. His smooth, golden tanned skin. His chiselled, muscular build. He was perfectly sculpted and he was all yours.

Fuck, you were getting wetter just looking at him.

Your walls clenched around nothing as he placed chaste kisses on your stomach. “Tell me what you need Sweetheart.” He breathed against your skin.

You lifted your upper body onto your elbows and looked down at him. Those dark, hooded eyes were staring back up at you as he grabbed your ankle and lifted your leg onto his shoulder and pushed the other wider apart, taking in your glistening pussy. He unconsciously licked his lips as his fingers began to explore, parting your lips, letting the cool air in the room brush against you. You gasped as his thumb pressed on your swollen nub and you nearly buckled but you kept steady.

“You haven’t told me yet.” He taunted with a devilish smirk on his face as his fingers didn’t stop their exploration.

“I want you to eat my pussy Jacob.” You breathlessly let out as your wetness coated his fingers.

“Good girl.” He murmured with a wink before he dropped his head and pt his lips on exactly where you needed him the most.

You were not prepared for the way his tongue felt against your clit. Just as he did to your nipples, he did to your sensitive bud, adding the flick of his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned as your eyes closed and you fell back onto the pillow. Your hand shot down and ran through his black curls, pulling him closer to your hot core.

He paid attention to what was making you moan, what was making you sigh and what was causing your back to arch. He paid attention to your pleasure and that turned you on even more.

“You taste so good, baby.” Jacob groaned into you. As the vibration travelled through you, he pushed two fingers into your pussy and a sob broke out of you. Your hips rocked into his mouth as he curled his digits just enough to brush against your perfect spot. Your hands moved away from his body and gripped on the sheets as you panted. Your skin was beginning to dampen with your sweat as your orgasm quickly rose within you.

“Baby I’m gonna –.” You gasped a your hips moved faster with the pace of his fingers. The burn of his beard against your cunt added onto the sensation. “Right fucking there!”

Jacob didn’t move from the position that he was in.

You didn’t know if it was the way he was sucking and flicking his tongue on your clit or the accumulation of it all but your eyes scrunched shut as you finally climaxed. The intensity of it was so overwhelming, for a moment, all you could hear was white nose and the sound of your racing heart.

In your haze, you hadn’t felt the bed shift until Jacob came back. You felt his fingers against your cheek and then you opened your eyes.

“You okay?” He softly asked as if he had not just given you one of the best orgasms of your life.

“I’m more than okay.” You mumbled with a grin. Slowly, you opened your eyes to the picture of lust staring down at you. Hovering above you, Jacob leaned down and kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. The reminisce of your essence, lingering on his lips. So dirty and had your pussy pulsating.

You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth which caused him to groan. As the kiss deepened with more frenzy, he climbed back on top of you. With your focus on his mouth, you heard the rustling of a packet. You pulled your mouth away long enough to watch Jacob rip the condom packet open and put it on.

Once he was done, he brought your legs to his waist.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked.

“Mhm.” With a soft peck to your lips, he guided himself into you.

You both shared a moan.

“Oh my god.” Jacob was stretching every inch of you, the deeper he sank in. You were trying to keep your eyes open, to savour his reaction but he just felt so good.

“Baby.” You whimpered. He took your knee and put your leg back onto his shoulder which sunk him even deeper.

“So fucking tight.” He moaned. You watched his face for his reactions. The slight furrow of his eyebrows, the droplets of sweat beginning to slide down his forehead, the slight parting of his lips as he focused on his strokes.

“Please.” You whispered as you clenched around him.

“I knew you’d be perfect.” He mumbled against your lips. Jacob slowly pulled out and gave you one hard thrust. Your eyes widened with a loud gasp escaping you as he repeated the action.

A scream left you as he slowly set the pace of his strokes.

As the waves of pleasure rippled through your body, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoed through the room.

“Uuuhhh.” You choked on your whines as he pounded harder into you. You couldn’t shake the feeling of him burying himself inside so deep of you, over and over. The arousal overshadowed the pain of the stretch of his girth – the bittersweet feeling leaving you in a dizzy spell.

“Look at me.” Jacob growled as he put your other leg onto his shoulder and dug deeper. Through blurry vision, you looked at the man above you.

You had expected Jacob to be an expert lover but you never thought that he would be so dominating.

He hit one of your spots which caused your eyes to cross.

“There you go.” He licked his lips, chuckling. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So big…” You moaned

“Mhm.”

“So fucking deeep.”

“You’re so fucking wet baby, I gotta make sure I don’t slip out.”

“Oh shhiitt.” You whined, a loud moan quickly following after as he increased the pace. In your delirious state, you managed to catch him grinning down at you.

“Baby!” You hisses as you wrapped your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your head.

“You should have picked up on it now sweetheart, you gotta tell me what you want.”

His hips were moving faster, the slapping of his thighs against yours added more stimulation to your clit.

“I need to come.” You whimpered.

“You need to or you’re going to?”

“I’m going to come!”

“That’s it.” He leaned down, folding you even more so that he could kiss you. Jacob moved your legs from his shoulders and held them apart spread-eagle, giving you slower and longer strokes with an added roll to his hips. His tip was smoothly rubbing against your sweet spot.

The tightness in your stomach quickly took hold and your legs began to tremble. You wee left breathless at the overwhelming intensity of the ecstasy building inside of you.

“I can feel it coming, baby. You’re squeezing me so nice and tight.” Jacob groaned as his eyes rolled softly. “You gonna come for me?’ He asked. But you were too far gone to give a verbal answer so you just frantically nodded her head.

The tight coil quickly snapped and your body seized.

“That’s a good girl. So fucking good.” Jacob groaned. “Come all over my dick, soak that shit.” He spoke through your orgasm and all you could do was grip onto the sheets tighter as wave after wave swarmed your body. He didn’t stop moving his hips and with your quaking, it forced his peak to rise to the surface before his climax overcame him. With a loud moan, Jacob collapsed onto your chest as he filled the condom.

You hugged his body and ran your fingers through his damp hair. You could still feel the tremors of your orgasm as you laid beneath him. The both of you completely satiated and spent.

Finally, Jacob rolled off you and laid by your side. In silence, all you could hear was your heavy breathing.

“Fucking hell Mr Scipio.” You spoke up. “Can I have my soul back?” Your question caused Jacob to burst out laughing, eventually you joined him in the laughter.

“We have three more condoms left sweetheart.” He licked his lips before he turned his head to look at you. “So I won’t be giving you back your soul just yet.”

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[theglassofmiddleearth]

Evenfall

Imagine you wake up in Twilight as a random side character. (Part 3)

Nullification!reader Human reader! SideCharacter Bella! Isekai au! Edward Cullen X reader. Eventually Jacob Black x reader. (2 endings.) (All characters will be written less creepy and one dimensional than the ones in the books.)

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That night, Y/N remembered to close her windows.

Just finishing her night routine, she headed over to her bedside window and began to pull it down shut. As soon as she reached the curtains of the open window, a small rock sailed past her head.

Y/N’s eyes followed the projectile, her face in almost as much shock as it was earlier this afternoon.

‘What in the flying f-’ Y/N snapped her head to look outside of her window and lo' and behold it was a certain pale boy who looked guilty. ‘What the hell was that?!’ Y/N whisper yelled, not wanting to alert Charlie who was only a couple rooms away. 

‘Sorry… I uh, can I come up?’ Edward mouthed, the security lights lit his face just enough for Y/N to read. The moon, illuminating his striking features.

‘Okay?’ Y/N hesitantly nodded, knowing that he could very well choose to just come back when she was asleep. She stepped back from the window and waited on her bed. A small, easy to miss thwump sounded outside her window as two familiar hands appeared, gripping her windowsill.

As Edward pulled himself up easily, Y/N made herself busy, tucking herself into bed, covering her legs with her blanket.

‘Can you close the window? I turned on the heater, it’s kinda cold. Make sure to close it when you leave too.’ Y/N pulled out her copy of the book they would be studying this year and waited for Edward to speak.

‘I just wanted to make sure you were okay.’ The boy stood, somewhat uncomfortably. ‘Y’know with your head and all.’ He gestured to Y/N with his hand, looking extremely nervous. His face was taut, full lips pulled back in a thin line.

‘I’m fine Edward, but thanks for checking up on me. I appreciate it. And thank you again for saving me.’ Y/N nodded, giving him a relaxed smile ‘Um, feel free to sit?’ She gestured to the end of her bed.

‘Right,’ He relaxed a bit, settling himself down on the edge of her bed. ‘I was thinking. How about we decide on a day for you to come see Rosalie and the rest of the family?’ He gave her a wavering grin. Knowing Edward, he was probably thinking something morbid about eternal damnation and what not. He was quite the moody character.

‘I mean sure, but couldn’t we talk about this at school tomorrow?’ Y/N raised her eyebrows, slightly confused as to why he needed to talk to her tonight.

‘Um, tomorrow is Saturday.’ Edward began slowly, now looking at her with concern again. ‘Are you sure your head is okay?’ He leaned forward, reaching out his hand to place on her forehead. 

‘Man that's cold.’ Y/N wrinkled her nose at the contact. ‘How have people not figured you guys out yet? You guys are pale as heck, super conventionally attractive and feel freezing to the touch.’ Y/N let out a chuckle, batting Edwards hand away from her forehead. She set down her book, abandoning her idea of reading before bed.

‘Well, we make it a habit to stay away from other people.’

‘I see. Okay well, when do you think is a good day to meet your family?’ Y/N grabbed a pillow, squishing it against herself.

‘I’ll be away tomorrow hu- I mean, eating.’ Edward grimaced.

‘Hunting? Bears and stuff right?’ Y/N nodded along, resting her chin atop her pillow. ‘Y’know you should practice talking to humans more often. It’s no wonder you’re slipping up.’ She smirked. ‘ “I’ll be away the whole day eating.�� Is not a sentence one commonly uses in human conversation.’ She snickered, throwing her pillow at Edward to which he caught easily.

‘Right, sorry.’ He gave her a sheepish grin, settling the pillow down on his lap. 

‘So, a vampire huh?’ Y/N looked at him with a blank stare. ‘What do I smell like?’ 

Edward’s eyebrow twitched slightly at her question, ‘Vampire? You came to a conclusion quickly. It’s only been a day.’ Narrowly avoiding her question.

‘Well I know for a fact you aren’t spiderman. He’s at least nice.’ Y/N shrugged. ‘And don't you avoid my questions. It doesn’t work on me.’ She kicked him slightly, under her blanket. Edward let out a surprised chuckle, not flinching at her sudden attack.

‘Okay well, you’re right. We would be considered vampires. I was thinking Sunday? You can come over if you’d like and we can explain all the details there?’ He gave her a hopeful smile, handing Y/N’s pillow back to her.

‘Yeah sure! What time were you thinking? Charlie will be away in the morning to go pick up his daughter, her plane got delayed by the snow.’ Y/N hummed, not wanting to push her questions on him.

‘I can come pick you up too just as he’s leaving. I think it’d make him feel better. He’s not too uh, fond of me?’ He gave her a cheeky grin. Edward remembered the emotions he heard in Charlie's mind when he placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder in front of the Chief.

‘Duh, boy and girl together? Charlie is a father. I can’t blame him for his instincts. He doesn't know that you have no interest in me.’ Y/N shrugged, leaning back against her headboard head in her arms. This was nice, Edward wasn’t in a perpetually sombre demeanour. It was a welcome change from what she knew in the books. Y/N gave a small smile, peeking up at him through her arms. Edwards black eyes were glinting. His lips were carved into a smile, one with an emotion she couldn’t place. 

‘Okay well, I’ll see you on Sunday then!’ Y/N nodded, sliding into bed, raising the covers to her shoulders.

‘What, are you gonna stay and watch me sleep?’ She teased, nosing her face into her pillow with a cheeky grin. Edward was stunlocked, eyes bug wide and jaw slack. 

‘I uh, I wasn’t going to. That’s not what I was thinking!-’ If the seventeen year old boy could still blush, his cheeks would be blazing cherry red. 

‘I’m just teasing you. Go home Edward, go do your thing. I'll still be here come Sunday. Don’t miss me too much, yeah?’ Y/N rolled her eyes, clicking off her bedside lamp. ‘Turn off the lights for me? And close the window when you go okay?’ 

‘Um, if i-’

‘You’re cute, but not cute enough to be watching me sleep. Go home.’ 

‘I was going to ask if you wanted me to bring you back something.’ His tone was embarrassed and indignant, his lower lip jutting out slightly.

‘Edward, what could you bring back from a hunting trip?’ Y/N looked at him quizzically, options flashing by in her mind.

‘Flowers?’ 

‘Y’know what Ed? If you find a pretty rock in a river, bring that back. Then maybe I’ll let you watch me sleep.’ She snickered, closing her eyes. ‘Good night!’

‘I WASN’T GOING TO!’ He let out in a hushed cry, his small, boyish grin, giving away his amusement.

As Edward turned to leave, Y/N, blinked her eyes open and called out his name once more.

'Hey Edward?'

'Yes?'

"I'm not afraid of you or what you are. If you were a bad person, you wouldn't have saved me.' She looked at him with a firm expression, sending a pang into Edwards unbeating heart.

'That being said, if you watch me sleep without my permission I will find a wooden stake.' Y/N grinned, breaking the tension easily.

'So that means at some point I will have permission?' Edward cheeked, already half way through the window.

‘Night!~’ Y/N sing-songed, rolling over to face the other side of her bed. She heard her window give a soft thump as it closed. That night, Y/N dreamt of red cloaks, black smoke, Wolves and the Cullen's.

The morning could not come faster.

And yet somehow, the dawn came and Saturday began in a cold sweat.

Saturday morning was spent reassuring Charlie that, 

Y/N was safe, no repercussions of the incident had severely injured her other than her shoulder being slightly bruised.

Bella’s plane delay wasn’t too big a deal and that the car coming from Billy Black today would still be in the same shape as it would be tomorrow.

‘Okay but if it hurts you'll let me know.’ He insisted.

‘Yes!’

‘And do you think Bella will like the truck?’ His doe-eyes were soft and begging. From what Y/N remembered, Bella probably got her eyes from him. If Y/N was a bit older…

‘I haven't seen the truck yet, show me!’ She smiled, ending her train of thought quickly. Nearing the front door, she heard the growling of a truck engine, spluttering its way to sleep.

The pair stepped outside, spotting the old 1953 Red Chevy. Y/N had assumed that the truck was in the garage since Charlie parked his cruiser on the street. Huh, this was a little different. Though it made sense, there had been a few inconsistencies in Fork since Y/N had arrived. 

‘Hey! You must be Y/N. Besides Bella’s imminent arrival, Charlie hasn’t shut up about you either!’ Billy gave a fatherly smile, reaching out his hand to shake. Y/N shook his hand, grinning somewhat proudly.

‘I hope I met your expectations sir.’ 

‘No need for that, call me Billy. This is my son Jacob.’ Billy jerked his thumb to point at his son who was still looking at the truck. Billy once again gave her a reassuring grin, and ushered Y/N over to Jacob's direction.

‘Hey!’ Y/N walked over to Jacob, who had waved at her somewhat awkwardly. She let Charlie and Billy catch up with each other.

‘Uh, hey. I’m Jacob.’ He smiled nervously, wringing his hands together. His deep-set twinkling eyes were darting around her form. He really did have the most lovely raven black hair and russet skin. Y/N could understand why Bella had trouble deciding between the two. Besides, she was what, seventeen at the time? Could you really blame her.

‘I’m Y/N. Bet you were disappointed to see me huh? Bella’s coming tomorrow, her plane got delayed.’ She explained, giving him a rueful grin. Jacob however, shook his head, hands waving rapidly in protest. 

‘Oh, no! Not at all! I’m thrilled to meet you! You look great!’ 

Y/N raised her eyebrows with mirth.

 ‘No! I don’t think you look- I mean, you seem great?’ He supplied, looking more nervous now than ever. His tone was now flighty with panic. He was cute. Beautiful even.

Y/N chuckled, punching his arm gently, ‘You sure about that? Sounded more like a question to me.’

‘I just meant that, I’m not disappointed to meet you instead of Bella.’ He sighed, looking sheepish. Damn, a lot of men were looking sheepish lately, Y/N made a mental note. Deciding to cut him some slack, she relented.

‘I know, just messing with ya.’ She laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. ‘Come on, tell me about the car. It looks pretty munted but Charlie said it runs pretty well?’ Y/N gave him a go ahead gesture, to which Jacob launched into a full scaled detail of how he rebuilt the car engine. His long black hair bobbed along with him as enthusiastically gestured to the engine.

‘Alright, kids, Billy has more chores to do in town and I want to show Y/N around town before Bella comes. I wanted to do it yesterday but.’ He trailed off looking guilty.

‘It wasn’t your fault Charlie. It wouldn’t have mattered if you were there or not.’ Y/N said firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder shaking her head.

‘Wait, she was the one in the car crash yesterday?’ Jacob looked upset, stepping forward from leaning against the truck. ‘What?’ 

‘Yeah, some guy. He skidded into me. It was a whole thing. Look guys, the point is I’m fine now.’ She pouted, arms crossing. ‘Now let’s hit the road, I want some breakfast.’ 

Jacob and Billy had joined them for breakfast at The Lodge. It seemed that Charlie had wanted to take Y/N there after school that day but the incident had happened. The waitress had been surprised that it was she and not Bella who had arrive with the group but Y/N quickly reassured her that Bella would be arriving the next day. And with that, breakfast came and went. It was satisfying and Y/N had been given the peach cobbler to try. It was in fact, absolutely delicious. By all means, Y/N called it a successful day.

With Charlie gone back to the police station in the afternoon after dropping Y/N back at the house (to her insistence). Y/N could finally mentally debrief herself. It seemed as though she had take on the role of the main character instead of Bella. This indeed was quite concerning for many reasons. The main thing Y/N was currently frazzled over was the self declared fact that Edward and Jacob held pretty much no attraction to her.

Adding to that matter, Edward didn't answer Y/N's question of how her blood smelt. What if he found her revolting. It would explain why he looked like he had been punched the first time he saw her. Could humans smell revolting to vampires?

As Y/N continued to spiral down a pit of what-ifs and what-nots. The sun had begun to set. She had wasted an entire day worrying over things she couldn't control and it had not at all made her feel better. Trudging upstairs to her room she nudged open her door and slumped into her desk chair, groaning.

'What seems to be the issue?' The musical voice of Edward came from her window.

'How in the-' Y/N sat pin straight. 'When did you get back?' She turned around, standing up to greet him, half confused and half surprised.

'Well we left as soon as I got home from your house so we've had more than enough time to uh, eat.' He chuckled, still supporting his upper body with his arms, crossed on her windowsill.

'Um, do you want to come in? I mean honestly, you could have just rung the door bell.' Y/N deadpanned, still happy that he at least waited for her inviation. Y/N stood back as Edward hoisted himself up.

'I brought this back for you?' He smiled, revealing his perfect teeth. 'I went fishing around for it.' Edward pulled out a rough edged, pastel pinkish stone from his pocket with a proud grin.

'Oh my goodness!' Y/N laughed, looking at him with complete astonishment. 'It's gorgeous! Did you really find it from a riverbed?'

'Here, Edward gently grasped Y/N's wrist and placed the rock on her flat palm. 'It's rose quartz and yes I really did find it in the riverbed. You said you wanted a rock.' He looked eager, as if waiting for praise. Not dislike a puppy asking for treats.

'It's lovely Edward, you really didn't have to. Thank you so much.' She placed her newfound gemstone onto her nightstand gently. 'Wow, we're quite early on in our friendship for gift giving.' She laughed, sitting down on her bed, gesturing for him to sit as well.

'I really was joking though, I'm not the kind of person who really enjoys gifts. Don't go out of your way for me. I don't want to be an inconvenience.' She gave him a rather sad smile. 'I wasn't even able to give you anything back. I'm sorry.'

Edward in turn, shifted closer to her, poking at her forehead. 'I didn't do it because I wanted anything in return. I just thought it would be nice.' He sighed, sitting back into his place.

‘I wanted to thank you for.. Well for telling me you weren’t afraid of me.’ His eyes were trained on Y/n’s but it looked as if he was far away. Deep in a bygone era that Y/N would have never seen. 

‘Wow, you really are an emo huh?’ Y/N gave him a little grin, handing him one of her pillows. 

‘Y’know you’re so pretty that most people wouldn’t think someone like you would have such…’ She paused, looking to the side for an answer. ‘Such self deprecating thoughts. I mean, you cringed when you saved me.’ She squinted, looking at him in reflection.

‘Did you regret saving me?’ Y/N rested her chin on her open palm, looking at Edward with confusion.

‘No. I didn’t. I do not.’ The boy answered immediately, looking affronted. Placing the pillow in his lap, smoothing it over with his hands.

‘Then why did you look like you were in pain?’ She asked him in a docile tone. Y/N knew she was pushing his boundaries. Bella had always asked questions upfront and Edward had always avoided them.

‘I can’t.’ Edward growled out, one hand gripping the cotton sheets on Y/N’s bed, eyes cast downwards. 

‘Hey, you can choose not to answer.’ She quickly placed a cautiously gentle hand on his enclosed fist. ‘Just, don’t mess up my bed sheets okay? I can’t ask Charlie for new ones so soon.’ She tried to joke.

‘I will tell you Y/N. But I just can’t tell you right now. I’m…’ He gritted out, looking at her with an emotion that Y/N could only describe as desperation. His hand was shaking with restraint. Y/N remained oblivious to this.

‘Hey, okay. We can talk again tomorrow. If talking to me is too much, I understand.’ She nodded understandingly. ‘Opening up to someone is difficult. Furthermore, I’d say opening up to someone so quickly is kind of.. Well… scary.’ Y/N remarked, sitting back on her headboard.

‘Thanks for listening. I don’t think… You just kind of make it hard to not tell you.’ Edward muttered, with a tone of reluctance.

‘Hey, I’ve been told I’m a good listener. It is one of my many redeeming qualities.’ She quipped, shrugging her shoulders.

‘I'm sure that there are quite a few of those.’ Edward replied smoothly. ‘How is your shoulder by the way? And your head?’ He asked hopefully.

‘One? Flattery will get you nowhere with me. Pretty faces do not sway me easily. Two? I’m okay! My shoulder still feels a bit funny when I lift things but I can just shift onto another arm. I've got two of ‘em.’ She splayed out her arms in a show of attempted dexterity which failed when she winced slightly.

‘I see.’ Edward’s eyes looked stormy, staring at her injured shoulder.

‘Hey, if you hadn’t knocked me over. It would have been the car that knocked me over. I prefer being pinned under a boy than a van, okay?’ She nudged him with her fist. Attempting to bring him out of his potential self loathing spiral.

‘Maybe if i hadn’t said what i said to you. You wouldn’t have been in such a rush to lea-’ 

‘Would have, should have, could have. If my father had two wheels he’d be a bike. There’s no use in lingering in the past. Unless you have a special talent where you can turn back the time.’ Y/N raised her eyebrow.

‘No thats not what I can do.’ He sighed, shaking his head.

‘What can you do?’ She probed, already knowing the answer but wanting to see if Edward would be willing to divulge his secret.

‘Well, I.. I can hear thoughts. I can read minds.’ He began, looking up at her. ‘But, you? I can’t hear a thing. Not only that, when you…’ He paused, eyes flickering as he recollected his memories.

‘Yesterday when you looked at me and frowned, you completely drowned out my ability to hear everyone.’ Edward looked incredulous. ‘It was only for a second but it was when you looked extremely panicked.’ 

‘Huh?’ Y/N’s jaw dropped at his revelation. ‘So you can read minds but not mine?’ 

‘Yes. It’s not altogether unnatural. I mean, Chief Swan’s mind is somewhat blurry to me. But to completely block me out and block out others from me?’ I haven’t ever experienced it before.’ He finished.

‘Huh, so vampires have special abilities. I was only guessing but I guess thats the gist of it?’ She asked, somewhat intrigued as if it were new information.

‘Yes. There are many gifts and talents, we’ll explain more to you tomorrow but-’ Edward sat up straighter (if that were possible), cutting himself off.

‘What?’ Y/N blinked, looking at her door.

‘Chief Swan is coming home. He’ll be here in a few minutes.’ He said, grinning at her guiltily. 'He probably won't be happy to find me here without permission huh?’ Edward gave her a look.

‘Hm, I’d say you’re right.’ She attempted to push him off her bed. ‘Time for you to go Mr Cullen.’ She teased, looking up at Edward. The boy, in turn, looked down at her with a fond smile that she did not understand. 

‘I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.’ I’ll pick you up at nine?’ He made his way to Y/N’s bedroom window, foot on the windowsill.

‘Yeah, go! Before He catches you! I’m pretty sure he has a gun.’ Y/N mumbled, attempting to push Edward uselessly out the window. 

‘Until tomorrow my lady!’ He jested, letting the girl move him into the opening.

‘Yes sir, I bid thee adieu.’ Y/N grunted, with a final shove, Edward was out the window and landing softly on the ground. Just in time too. Charlie’s car was scratchily rolling through the gravel of the front driveway.

‘Go!’ She whisper-yelled, knowing he could hear her. To which Edward just gave a silent laugh and waved, before disappearing off into the night. Had they been talking that much that the sun had long since said its goodbyes to the horizon?

[scarlettoceaneyes]

Maybe Embry x f!reader where r was foced to ask for Embry’s number as a dare by her friends but he ends up imprinting??

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Alright guys my eyes are not focused but I was inspired. My autocorrect is so nuts too. Please forgive my typos.

Dare- Embry x imprint

“Okay Y/N! Truth or dare?” You spent the better part of the evening over good junk food and playing games with your old girlfriends from high school. Most have went off to college either in Seattle or out of state. You completed your degree online with a partial paid internship. It was a real job with real responsibilities, including your future college credit that depended on your success.

Right now it’s the fall semester break and the wine is out. Sitting at Rachel Black’s house for the big sleepover, Jacob and his friends Embry and Quil pass through on their way to play video games. Okay did they look any different to anyone else? Much taller, a heck of a lot more muscles and strength, but the best part? You couldn’t help but notice and drool on the inside to how hot they looked. You were a year above Jacob so you knew the guys.

“Hurry Y/N pick before we give you something crazy!!” Believe it or not my friends would actually do that… you picked dare which was a mistake. You were barely older than him but you felt obsolete and small compared to Embry. You had a crush on him for a few years but he seemed so unapproachable now. “Fine I’ll do it jeezz.”

You take your time, but your feet felt like they were moving faster than intended. Knocking on Jacob’s door, you are asked to enter. As Jacob expected a message relay from Rachel or his dad, instead he was surprised to see you at his bedroom door. You walked past Jacob after a quick hello and went to sit on the bed by Embry. He was sitting this round of video games out, perfect opportunity for you to ask for his number. Receiving weird looks from the guys, they slowly returned back to the activities before your arrival. Sitting next to Embry you turn and say hello. As you decided to lay it out, you tell Embry of the stupid truth or dare, but he can’t hear you. You are a distant mumble to the vision of his life that is running in his brain.

He imprinted. He was a wolf without a known dad who gave him all this lovely crap. Now he is shocked that he was gifted an imprint. He didn’t think he would be so lucky considering he didn’t even know which genetic line he descended from. The world that flashed before his eyes was the dreams that inspire Disney fairytales.

Dancing in a white dress to your song, throwing the garter and bouquet. The honey moon, the baby (surprise), the break up and co parenting. The pain, without a hint to why so Embry can’t avoid it. He will only have to face it, but what he sees next is the will to push through the bad.

The baby is a little bigger. Time passed. The make up, the recommitment, the initials carved in a tree, the IVF after health complications, the triplets surprise. Another two kids after them- yeah Embry wanted a large family since he never had a dad. He wants a full life with a big family surrounding him. He will be granted that wish. Some days he might want to quit, but through his vision he can see it’s all worth it with more joy than he can comprehend at this moment in time.

Your hospital stay from the accident with a drunk driver. The days he didn’t know if you would live. The coming home and walking just fine. His broken bones on his last phase and battle. Growing old again. Weddings for children and grand babies but he blinked and he saw your smile asking for his number.

Fumbling he ask to trade phones.

You smiled and said although it was a dare, you are glad it happens.

Rachel is Paul’s imprint so she understands, but she warns Embry to watch himself and protect you. You might be fierce but you are an emotional wreck at times and need his love more than air.

Phone calls, text, FaceTime, falling asleep to his snores through the other line. He started sneaking into your room at night knowing text was not enough anymore. He couldn’t sleep without wrapping you in his arms to know you are protected.

Truth or dare Embry- he gets asked on the next girls night a few months later. He was just passing through the kitchen and was caught by the game.

Truth. “Your favorite memory?”

Oh that’s easy- the night you picked dare and stole my heart forever. Kissing your forehead he smirks, whispering an I love you, and heads off to game night with Jacob and Quil.

[fleshbride]

PRESENTING . . . AIN’T NUN BUT A HOOCHIE MAMA!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!BLK!HOOCHIE READER

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ CW: black fem reader; reader is 26, toji is 34; reader is on the thicker side; usage of the word nigga a few times; smut; breeding kink, hair pulling, dumbification, overstimulation, pussy slapping, impact play, messy pussy eatin’, size kink, hints of sado-masochism, a bit of brat taming, manhandling, praise & degradation, multiple orgasms, cervix fucking, choking, squirting; fwb-ish to lovers (?); pet names are used, such as mama, baby, pretty girl, dollface, princess & sweetheart; reader has a kid of her own; reader is a hoochie, meaning she’s seen as ‘ghetto’ but in a very pro-black & attractive way; reader has a mature body, pudge, cellulite, stretch marks; reader accidentally flashes toji; reader & toji share a blunt; toji is actually a good dad in this!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ wc: 7.5k

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ this is actually pure filth. this was my first time writing for toji EVER and actually my longest work. guys when i tell you i put some shit into this thing, idk what i did but i SNAPPED. HARD. i hope you guys enjoy this nasty thing that came from my imagination. not proof read or anything so pls excuse my typos!

sometimes, your job could be a godsend. who knew that a simple job at the local hair store would catapult you into meeting one of the sexiest men you’d ever seen?

to be completely honest, it wasn’t solely your job that sparked such an interaction. it was moreso you; you possessed an irresistible, unmistakable charm that was impossible to ignore. your voice, soft as a lullaby, held a dulcet quality that drew people in like a magnet. anytime you opened your mouth to speak, you commanded attention effortlessly, as if your words held some mystical power that captivated any listener.

everyone was always drawn to you, and it wasn't hard to see why. who in their right mind wouldn’t be smitten? you were a vision of beauty, with your radiant brown skin that seemed to glow as if illuminated from within. your smile, perfect and white, could light up even the darkest room, making hearts skip a beat. your eyes were another story altogether. they seemed to sparkle, glimmering with an intensity that was all yours.

your hair was always done, you always made sure that you had a fresh set of lashes. to add, you never forgot to apply your clear lip gloss. now, this wasn't just any gloss, it was your signature, lip gloss added a radiant shine and highlighted the natural beauty of your plump and full lips. your lips, always so perfectly glossed, assumed an irresistible charm that made them look especially appetizing.

to add onto it, your personality was in tip top shape, matching your looks. while sometimes your mouth could get a little reckless, you had an air of kindness, professionalism and just genuine good vibes. it was hard to dislike you, no matter the case. you were a woman of wonders.

you loved your job at the hair store too; maybe that was why your attitude was always good while you were there. it paid well, the hours were flexible and it was something you enjoyed. you loved how your manager let you pick out the wigs and the outfits that would be displayed, and sometimes she let you take home left over makeup and jewelry — which was how you got your favorite set of hoop earrings.

working at the hair store also granted you all types of experiences. sometimes you met upcoming make-up artists and beauticians, hair dressers, nail techs, lash techs — you always made sure to be extra helpful and friendly to everyone you met, just in case they could ever help you.

or… on the rare occasion, you met men. often, they were coming in for their wives, daughters, sisters, nieces, friends — and each time, they were clueless. of course, you helped, breezing past them with the smell of bubblegum and perfume, preferably daisy by marc jacobs.

today was no different.

you were the only one working in the store this saturday, and it was roughly around 12 in the afternoon. the sound of needed me by rihanna echoed through the store, giving it a nice ambiance. you clocked in at 9, and were scheduled to get off at 4 — you had a bit of a long day ahead. however, the store had been a bit slow today. not many customers entered; maybe three every hour, compared to a usual 7-15 people per hour. you were both grateful and a bit sad for the lack of people, as it left you with extra time on your hands.

instead, you found yourself thinking of your six year old daughter at home. alaina, your sweet girl, who was at her grandmother’s for the day. you fondly rubbed the bead bracelet she made for you, that spelled out mommy. your daughter was the most loving child you knew, and you adored her with every part of you.

as you gazed at your bracelet, you let out a soft hum. you’d have to get her another one from here, even though she already had a plethora. whatever you got from the hair store, you usually shared with alaina.

the entrance bell dinging had you snapping out of your thoughts of your daughter, turning your head to greet whoever entered. your boxbraids slid down your back as you looked. it was a little girl who entered, no more than nine. she was in a cute blue dress, with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. her cheeks were rosy, which had you cooing at her mentally.

“hi baby,” you called out to her, looking behind her for a parent, “where’s ya mama, hm? a lil’ one like you shouldn’t be walking around all alone.” the girl hadn’t noticed you, and jumped when you called to her. she put her hands up, waving them enthusiastically. “o-oh no, miss, i’m with my dad! he’s just getting his wallet. do you know where the nails are? and the makeup?”

you smiled at the little girl, stepping from behind the counter. you were in a beige sun dress, with some matching wedged sandals. the sundress was long, coming down to your ankles, but there was a slit on the side. it hugged your curves nicely, even though your little bit of pudge was much noticeable; you didn’t care. to be honest, the dress covered way more than your usual outfits, especially in the summer like this. you had never been scared to show your body, even after you had alaina and people insisted on you covering up; because you were a mother now. however, you didn’t give a fuck. if you wanted to wear your shortest shorts, you would.

“c’mere baby girl, it’s this way.” you offered the young girl your hand, which she took happily as you led her. “i’m assuming you’re looking for the press ons, right? not the ones you glue?”

the girl gave you an enthusiastic nod. “yes, ma’am!” she was polite, you noted, with a curl of your lips. her father must be raising her right. “my dad says i’m not big enough to ruin my nails with glue..”

you let out a laugh as you squeezed the girl’s hand. “your daddy’s right,” you mused, “stick to the ones you can press til you become a teenager.” you brought her to the kiddie nails, and stood with her while she made her pick.

the young girl seemed stuck between a pair of pink ones leopard print ones, and blue zebra print ones. “what do you think, miss? i can’t choose.”

you only gave the girl a shrug. “i say get both. let ya daddy worry, not you.” however, because you liked this little girl, you’d only charge her for one anyways. the girl nodded in agreement, giving you a giggle, which you quickly reciprocated.

all of a sudden, you heard the gruff call of, “tsumiki! where have you ran off to?” the girl perked up immediately, and ran to the end of the aisle. “dad! i’m over here!” she called, waiting patiently for him to come over.

you raised your eyebrow as you made your way over. you were a bit curious to see the man who had raised such a sweet and polite girl. as you reached the end, your eyes widened as they set on the man.

he was tall, unbelievably so. his towering stature, reaching at least 6’2, must’ve made him stand out in any crowd. his body was muscular, brawny and well-built, and t he black compression shirt he wore clung to his chiseled frame, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. his hair, a deep black, was just a bit shaggy — the perfect length to frame his strikingly sharp face.

his eyes were a vivid green, so piercing that they could make anyone feel as if they were the only person in the world. they locked onto you and tsumiki. his attractiveness was lethal, and it was impossible not to notice the way he looked over you. his gaze was slow, lingering, and purposeful, almost as if he wanted to make sure you noticed his attention.

you would’ve been phased if you were a different woman; but you weren’t. instead, you gave him your trademark smile, looking up at him with a warm aura.

a scar sat on the corner of his lip. it twitched slightly as his lips curled into a smirk, making him look even more attractive to you then he already did.

“you work here?” came his deep, rough voice. it provoked goosebumps down your skin, but you didn’t allow yourself to show it.

“yup,” you answered, “sorry i wasn’t at the counter, i was helpin’ miss thing here pick out some new nails.” you watched toji’s mouth open, and held up a finger, “and yea, before you ask — it’s the press ons. no glue needed.” the man let out a hum and gave a nod of approval.

“good. tsumiki, go put those on the counter and if you want anything else, ya better pick before i get back up there.” he told her; his voice was rough, yet still somehow sounded caring. when tsumiki scampered away with an, “okayyy!”, he turned his vision back to you.

the once over he gave you earlier didn’t seem to be enough. he gave you another; from your champagne blond knotless boxbraids which were long and down your back, curving over the swell of your ass, down to your painted white toes in your sandals. shit. you were fucking hot.

“how old are you?” he asked boldly, not wasting a second.

you raised an eyebrow, “you ain’t ever heard it ain’t good to ask a lady her age?”

“so old enough,” he countered back with a smug smirk. “have you been able to drink legally for at least two years?” still asking your age without pointedly asking like before.

“i’ve been old enough to drink legally for five years,” you relented, “so like i said, old enough. why you askin’?”

“i like to know the ages of my women before i hit on ‘em.”

you grinned. you already knew you were going to like this man, and his attitude towards you solidified that. “and i like to know the age of my men before i let them,” you combatted.

“thirty-four,” he answered immediately, and the corner of your lips pulled up in satisfaction. twenty-six and thirty-four. not a bad age gap, only eight years. you could manage.

“you allowed to hit on me now,” you said playfully as you slid past him, “don’t make the shit corny, ‘cause i’ll laugh at yo ass.” maybe that’s his plan, you thought, him tryna laugh me out my panties.

the man let out a bark of a laugh, following after you. you could almost feel his eyes locked on you as your hips swayed while you walked. he only chuckled out, “oh, don’t worry about that.”

you went back behind the counter, ready to pay for their things. tsumiki had thrown a stack of bracelets on the counter, and a new tube of sparkly pink lip gloss to which you scanned and then only scanned a pack of the nails. her father raised an eyebrow at you, but you pretended not to notice. “that’ll be 18.75,” you informed. her father pulled out thirty dollars and slid it to you. as you prepared to give him the change, he shook his head.

“don’t need the change. consider it a tip or somethin’.” you furrowed your brows at him, but didn’t question the customer. instead, you handed them their things with a sweet smile. “bye, lil’ missy,” you told tsumiki, before looking up at the man, “come back soon.” your voice was low, and quite flirtatious. he gave you a smirk.

“oh, i will.”

and he did.

it was three days later when he finally came back. you were leaned over the counter, examining your new nails. it was hot, too hot to even be working. the doors were open, and the AC’s were blasting, trying to cool off the store. you wore a jean miniskirt, with a fat gucci belt on your hips. you paired it with a cropped pink tank top that had a deep v-neck, showing off a bit of your cleavage. your golden nameplate sat perfectly on the apex of your breasts. today on your feet instead of sandals were your pair of pink and white dunks. you had taken out your box braids, and gotten your hair done the same day you got your nails done.

now, you had gotten a lace front installed — and you looked good as fuck. it was a deep shade of vibrant purple, down your back. you had added your own spin, doing one of those heart shaped parts and gelling it down the side of your forehead, and doing edges on the side.

as someone entered, you turned your head to the side to greet them. “good afternoon,” you said cheerfully, looking at the woman who entered. she was dark skinned, with a bumped bob. her makeup was done sharply. you watched as she side eyed you, and muttered out a terse, “hello.”

immediately your eyebrows furrowed. “bitches got an attitude, okay,” you grumbled under your breath as she disappeared into the aisles. it was a few minutes later when she came to the register with a flat iron. off the rip, you told her, “oh mama, you don’t want this one. a few people who purchased this one have said that it heat up too quick and smoke a lot, then breaks. so go ‘head and get another one.”

the woman glared at you, looking you up and down. “excuse me, i didn’t ask for your opinion on what i’m buying. and if it’s so faulty, why haven’t you taken it off the shelves?”

her attitude immediately had you tilting your head, trying your best to bite your tongue. “ma’am, that ain’t my job, i don’t do merchandise, i work at the register.”

she rolled her eyes at you, before snapping out, “then don’t say anything about said merchandise.”

your next words came out before you could even think about it, “ho, i’m tryna help you not burn this crispy fuck ass bob off but okay.” upon realizing what you said, you didn’t apologize nor change. instead you cocked your head, tilting it, while staring at her blankly.

“excuse me?” the woman asked, “honestly, i don’t think i’m taking hair advice from a woman who don’t wear hers natural, and has her skirt digging up her ass. how old are you? you have to have a child at home, dress with more fucking class before you talk about me,” the woman’s face was twisted as she snapped at you.

“i know damn fuckin’ well,” you said slowly — and just like that, you knew you were about to cuss her ass out. “i know DAMN fucking well that you’re not talking to me like that. bitch, are you mad that your ass built like a fuckin’ square? bitch be mad then cause that’s why yo ass slope like y=mx+b. bitch, don’t you EVER question my fashion choices when you’re wearing leather in 87 degree weather. you fuckin’ cereal box built ass bitch, you know what, i got a trick for you—“ you quickly took the flat iron from her and pointed a nail at the door. “now get the fuck out, bitch you’re banned.” the woman opened her mouth to retort, but you were faster, talking over her, “bitch, i don’t give a FUCK. get the fuck out.”

the woman mumbled a, “ghetto bitch.” before storming out the store while you massaged your temples. it was nothing you hadn’t heard though. “fuck be wrong with bitches. man, i need a fucking BLUNT.”

“personally, i would’ve hopped over the counter.”

you looked up at the familiar voice, seeing the man you met the other day. immediately, a grin spread across your face. “look who came back.”

“told ‘ya that i would.” he mused, walking up to the counter, “you should’ve thrown the flat iron at her face. i would’ve paid money to see that.” he wore a white wifebeater and black basketball shorts. did he just come from the gym or something? the lack of clothing allowed you to see just about all of his muscles, and god, were you pleased.

you snorted, giving him a playful eyeroll. “shit, i was fuckin’ thinking about it. you saw the whole thing?” the mystery man, who you decided to dub mr. man, gave you a nod. “positively. you cleaned her so beautifully, and i have to add, you look so, so appealing when you’re angry.”

“shut up, nigga,” you laughed as you put your elbows on the counter, cupping your face with both hands. “what’re you here for?” you looked up at him, and he mimicked your action, fitting his fat ass arms on the counter.

“i need some hair gel for my son. he’s in this spiky phase, shit, i don’t know,” mr. man rolled his eyes a little bit, before adding, “and i don’t know which to pick. as you can clearly see, i don’t use gel.”

you let out another laugh, coming from behind the counter. “yeah, c’mon mr. man, i’ll show you which to use.” off the rip, you noticed how his eyes locked on your body.

yeah, i got it like that, nigga, your inner thoughts said as you internally hyped yourself up.

“mr.man?” he questioned from behind you, his eyes focused on the way your hips swayed, and the way a little bit of your ass was uncovered by the skirt.

“well, you never told me your name, so i gave you a nickname.”

he snorted a little before saying, “well, my name’s toji, for one.” you thought about it for a second for a second. was that a moanable name? you went through it in your head. yeah. definitely moanable.

“my name y/n,” you finally disclosed, “but everybody just call me n/n.” toji nodded a little. “n/n… that’s cute.” you noticed one of the items had fallen off the shelf, and without hesitation, you bent over to pick it up, completely forgetting about the fact that you were wearing a skirt, and the man behind you.

toji almost had a fucking heart attack. his eyes zoomed in onto your now slightly revealed ass, your sheer red panties that showed the plush outline of your pussy. shit. shit. it was over in a second, much to his mixed chagrin and gratefulness. however, he wasn’t some boy — he maintained a straight face and control. you placed the item back on the shelf and resumed walking.

“alright,” you said, as you reached the gels, “see, here’s what i use for my daughter,” you held up a jar of eco. “eco holds good for her, and it lasts long, to be honest. her hair is a bit thicker. and it doesn’t have like color residue like prostyle gel.” you grabbed the black container of prostyle gel. “but if your son has like brown-black hair, it’ll be good.” toji shook his head, saying, “nah, he has that weird bluish-black.” you tutted and put the prostyle down.

“there’s also gorilla snot gel, which i recommend if his hair is straighter, you feel me?” you held up the yellow bottle of gorilla snot.

toji looked at both and let out a short groan. “i can’t decide. i’ll take ‘em both and see which works better.” you shrugged and passed them to him. you took note of how positively huge his hands were. they could probably cover your whole face. or… your entire ass.

“i didn’t know you had a little runt too,” he made conversation with you as you walked back to the counter, “i forgot you’re almost 30.”

“yeah i forget too, trust,” you laughed a little, “my little girl’s my pride and joy, her name’s alaina. she’ll be starting first grade this year, i’m so proud of her. i actually got pictures.” you pulled out your phone and showed him your lockscreen which was the two of you. toji chuckled.

“y’all look alike, cute,” he commented, “my son’s seven, and tsumiki’s eight. you met her last time.” you fondly recalled your encounter with the polite young girl. “you a single parent, too?”

you gave him a nod, and a shrug. “alaina’s daddy claimed he wanted nothing to do with her, so i kept it like that. then his stupid ass got locked up, thank riddance.” toji let out a short laugh. “tsumiki’s mom was my first wife, and we divorced. megumi, my son, his mom was my second. unfortunately, she passed.”

“aw,” you said, pouting sadly and placing a hand on his large arm. “i’m so sorry for your loss, sweetheart. i hope you’re doing alright.”

toji laughed a little. “i’m fine, pretty mama, don’t worry about me.”

you bristled at the new nickname, giving toji a wicked grin. “that’s how you referring to me now?” you asked, as you slid behind the counter to the register.

“you’re pretty, and you’re a mama,” toji said with a shrug. “it honestly only fits.” you very pointedly made sure to check him out and said, “mmhmm..”

as you rung him up, toji said, “does alaina need any new friends? my son’s a bit shy and doesn’t talk to nobody but his sister… maybe they could have a few play dates?”

“yeah, i’d love that!” you answered, a genuine smile coming onto your face. anything referring to your daughter made you happiest. “your total is 14.95. here i’ll give you my number...” as toji paid, you rang it up. on his receipt, you wrote your number and passed it to him.

toji grinned and gave you a nod. “see you around.” you wiggled your fingers in return.

see him around, you did. you and toji were quick to hook up play dates whenever your schedules aligned. you became familiar with the routine of getting off work in the afternoons and scooping alaina’s to head to toji’s to play with her two new best friends.

you and toji often stayed downstairs, while they played in tsumiki’s room. you and toji would watch movies, roll blunts and eat food — or sometimes even play texas hold ‘em, in which you won every single time.

toji would grumble, and accuse you of cheating, when in truth, he was really just a bad gambler, but all was well. you considered toji a good friend… of sorts.

because that’s what you two were; friends. friends who sometimes flirted a little; you considered toji a friend when you’d bend over to pick things up in those skimpy jean shorts you wore; toji considered you a friend when he’d slide past you, pressing his crotch against the curve of your ass and muttering a, “excuse me, n/n,”; you considered toji a friend when you’d play sexyyred and say the lyrics a little too… forceful; and he considered you a friend when he’d make slick little sexy comments about your body before adding, “that’s just what other guys think.”

safe to say… there was a bit of tension between you two. and finally, it came to a crescendo.

it was normal, at first. like usual, you and alaina were at toji's house. it was around 9:30pm, and the kids had collapsed after playing all damn day and finally having a meal of chicken nuggets. you remembered the look on your face discovered them. they were heaped in the large bed; tsumiki had more than enough room for all three of them, yet they were together. alaina was draped over megumi and tsumiki, her face in megumi’s chest but her body pressed to tsumiki’s. they were all tangled up, limbs skewed and whatnot.

and now, you and toji were together downstairs, toji watching as your nimble fingers crafted the blunt — his were too fat. your feet were in his lap, and he was watching you with those bright green eyes. as you rolled, you were mumbling one of sexyy’s songs. “fuck me like you mad at me, baby.. i need that dick to drive me crazyyyyy…” you sang under your breath.

toji raised an eyebrow at you, “the music you listen to has some really… meaningful words.” as you licked at the blunt, you let out a laugh. “i agree with everything she say. when suki said that if you ain’t eating coochie, you ain’t fucking, i felt that one.”

finally, you perfected it and grabbed toji’s lighter. “you only fuck eaters?” he said, amusement trickling through his voice. you lit the blunt and took a deep inhale, masterfully blowing it up into your nose and then out again before passing it to him. “yup. only fuck eaters ‘cause they do it the best. you an eater, toji?” you asked pointedly, watching as one of his rough hands drew circles on your leg, then up to your knee, while the other lifted the blunt to his lips. he took an inhale, then another. god, you hated double hitters, but it was okay — it was only you two.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” toji shot back, his trademark smirk sliding across his face. his lip twitched, scar jumping.

“that’s why the fuck i asked you, toji,” you clapped back immediately, making the older man squeeze your leg while passing the blunt back. “watch your mouth, n/n. don’t get fucked up.”

“or what?” you immediately retort, holding the blunt up to your lips as you took another puff. “you not gon’ do shit to me, toji, like i honestly wish you w—“ your words were halted by the man throwing your legs off his lap, one hand going to spread them roughly as he pressed his fingers against your clothed cunt.

“i’m not gonna do shit?” he repeated, as your eyes went wide; he had obviously startled you, but you weren’t opposed to this one bit. as his fingers rubbed at your pussy through your shorts, you shook your head feverently again, looking at him as you held the blunt to your glossed lips. “not a damn thing.”

when all toji did was nod, you were sure you were in for it. and you were. he was quicker than you, grabbing your hand that held the blunt and quickly forcing you to put the blunt in the ashtray. the smoke you were holding in your mouth was forcefully removed as toji roughly pressed his lips to yours, the smoke being shared between you two as he pried your lips apart.

the next few minutes were coated in a needy haze. his big hands were everywhere, all over your body. moving to squeeze at your tits, your ass, your thighs. eventually the settled on the waistband of your shorts and began to unbutton them. before pulling them off completely, leaving you in your lacy dark blue thong.

he pinched the plush of your pussy, barely hidden by the panties — more like decorated by it. immediately, the scent of your slick, which was already dripping, filled toji’s nostrils, making him let out a wanton moan.

“fuck, mama,” he hissed as he trailed his finger down your slit, “you always this wet? this is how you’ve been the entire time?” he looked up at you, eyes darkened with lust.

“no,” you lied immediately, giving him a reckless smirk. “she just like that off the rip. i determine whether it’s for you or not.” toji only let out a little laugh. “word?” he asked. you opened your mouth to repeat the word back to him, but you were rudely interrupted by him slapping your pussy.

it wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly soft, the pain sending sparks of pleasure through you. you hissed out a, “shit..” toji smirked at your reaction as he pushed your panties to the side, before delivering another smack, this time a litle harder. you let out a mewl, squirming in his hold.

“crazy,” toji said to you, “two lil’ slaps just made you leagues wetter. you sure you’re not wet for me?”

you refused to answer, only giving him a shrug. “so you wanna be a brat now, huh?” he asked you with an eyebrow raise as he began to pull the panties down your thighs. “like you weren’t jus’ all over me. ‘toji, you a eater?’” he mocked you in a high pitched voice as he pulled you forward, legs sliding over his broad shoulders. you remained silent, biting your tongue. maybe you were a brat; you knew that with toji’s strength and stamina, you would get much more if you drew it out. plus, you wanted to make him work for every moan, every word.

“you gon eat my pussy or not?” you asked boldly, your hand going to lace through his hair, nails pressing against his scalp. “like literally, shut the f—!” you were interrupted by toji latching his mouth onto you, completely ripping the words from your mouth.

his tongue, long and flat, slid between your plush folds, calloused hands digging into your thighs as he shoved his face between your legs. off the rip, his motions were rough and quick, tongue swirling against your clit before going down to your hole, curling against it to lap at your essence. you gripped the couch as you let out soft moans, trying not to be too loud — you didn’t wanna fuel toji’s already large ego.

“fuck,” he mumbled as he pulled away, “pussy’s so sweet, baby. i should’ve bent you over in that fucking store the day you wore that skirt.” you were unable to respond before he was diving back in, tongue messily trailing througu your pussy. he was there between your thighs, feasting on what you offered, lapping up all the sweet nectar you had to spare. his lips latched onto the delicate bud of your clit, sucking with a fervor that left you gasping, while he looked up at you with a gaze that was as heated as it was prideful.

one of your hands found its way into his hair, tangling in the soft locks as you gripped it tightly, the other clutching onto the plush fabric of the couch as though it was your only lifeline. your breaths were coming out in ragged gasps, each one harder to catch than the last, your mouth falling open in that perfect 'o' shape as you let out sounds so sweet and melodious, singing a song of pure pleasure just for him.

and you couldn’t help it; euphoria was pulsing through your body, coating your thoughts in nothing but toji. your toes curled, as toji slid his tongue inside of you. god, he was so messy, your slick already all over his face, his spit mixing with your slick as it trailed down your ass.

you were incessantly moaning, unable to even downplay or disguise it anymore. “s-shit, toji, fuck, that feels so good—!” he looked up at you with satisfaction as he slid his tongue into your entrance, curling it upwards against your walls.

you squealed, trying to scoot backwards away from the pleasure, but he was quick to yank you back, trapping you against his mouth, his hands coming to wrap around your thighs. one of his fingers traced the stretch marks on your thighs. he worked his fat tongue inside of you, curling and sliding as his pointer finger swirled your clit at such a fast pace, you was sure he was gonna give you something close to a rug burn.

his paired actions had you spiraling over the edge, the coil in your stomach stretching and stretching until it was ready to snap. “toji, ‘m close—! fuck, fuck— gonna cum!” toji’s movements became much more insistent, gaining in speed as he basically shoved you over the edge.

your orgasm hit you like a brick, your back arching off the couch as you gripped toji’s hair tightly, whined babbles of repeated words leaving your lips. if it weren’t for toji holding you down and anchoring you, you were sure that you would’ve grown fucking wings and soared away.

you creamed all over his tongue, and he made sure to pull away, before messily spreading it throughout your pussy, just to lap it all up over again, letting you settle, working you through the after effects of your climax.

you sucked in ragged gasps as toji pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his face. he stared at you with such intensity, shivers went down your skin. your eyes immediately focused on his hard dick through his sweats, the outline prominent. you tapped your foot on his thigh. “gimme that,” you breathed.

“do you deserve it?” toji said back, his voice a bit raspy. “been a bratty slut this whole time. you were so cocky, remember? i don’t get you wet, right?”

you wanted to maintain your pride, you really, really did. but desperate times called for desperate measures. “c’mon, toji,” you sighed sultrily, “i was just playin’.. just wanted to make it a little fun for you, you know that..” you spread your legs a little more, teasing him as you continued, “it’s all yours, i swear — been waiting for this for such a long time.”

toji only gave you a soft chuckle and the only words gave you were, “that right, baby?” immediately, he scooped you up with a single arm, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. you let out a noise of surprise, but immediately arched your back, looking back at him as he pushed his sweats down his thighs. his dick sprung up, and you couldn’t say you were shocked by it.

his dick was both fat and long, and it almost made your eyes pop out of your head. he had to be at least eight inches, veins running up the side of his heavy dick. his tip was a dark apricot shade, and it was leaking bad, opaque beads of precum sliding out of his slit. he was well trimmed, with heavy breeder balls. you almost salivated. but at the same time, you questioned how all that was even supposed to fit in you.

he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. “don’t you worry, princess. you’ll take every inch of me.” one of his hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he directed his tip against your entrance, slapping it there a few times, making you groan in need. “t-toji, stop fuckin’ playin—!”

once again, you were rudely interrupted by him pushing the tip inside of you. he let out a hiss, your walls sucking him in. however, with just how wet you were, he slid right back out. he let out a snicker as he leaned his hand down to slap your pussy again. “but you not wet for me, alright..” he lined himself up again, and this time — he didn’t push into you slowly.

with one rough thrust, he filled you to the brim, forcing you forward as you let out a strangled noise, clawing at the couch. “toji! oh fuck..!” you pulled your hips forward, trying to get him to pull out a little, but he wasn’t having it. “s-shit, i’m not even all the way in yet,” he huffed, hair hanging in his eyes. toji was letting out pants, it felt as if your pussy was fucking suffocating his dick, strangling it.

inch by inch, he pushed the rest of his dick in, until the plush of your ass was nestled against his pelvis and stomach. he yanked at his shirt, pulling it off of his body. your slick was already coating him, dripping down to his balls. you were a mess, mewling just from him entering. you felt so full — his dick stuffing you better than you ever had been before. and it was driving you out your mind.

toji didn’t wait for you to adjust. with one hand on your ass, thumb rubbing against the ridges and dimples, and the other lacing through purple hair, toji pulled all the way out, and then slammed all the way back in. the force of his motions shoved you down into the couch, and immediately you let out a cry of, “t-toji! slow down!”

but slowing down wasn’t apart of his agenda. he rasped out, “nah, this is what you wanted, baby. so take it. take my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.” he began snapping his hips into you, the veins on his dick dragging against your walls just right. your cunt clamped down on him every time he tried to pull out, as if it was forcing him to make your cunt his new home.

toji was mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled and clapped with every movement he made, the sound of your skin slapping filling the air. he slapped your ass hard and then squeezed, making you squeal once more. “fuck, look at you. bouncing this ass back on my dick so good..”

at his praise, you looked back at him before proudly twerking back on his dick, putting on a little show. he laughed, his hand trailing from your hair to snake around your throat. “such a fuckin’ slut,” he said gruffly, before pulling his hips back so that only the tip was inside before ramming his dick back inside of you.

you felt him nudge against your cervix, and you let out a noise close to a scream, while his hand tightened around your throat. tears filled your eyes at the pain, your lashes beginning to slide. “you’re gonna wake up the kids, princess. wouldn’t want them to come down to seeing you getting fucked like some whore, right? keep that pretty mouth quiet.” he leaned down, chest pressing against your back as he curled his much larger body against yours. “but not too quiet. wanna hear you lose your fucking brain over this dick.”

his other hand came to wrap around your throat, and he began to jack hammer into you, slamming you on his dick over and over. your eyes rolled back, a mix of pain and pleasure twisting through you, that coil getting ready to snap again. “t-toji…” you slurred out, “g-gonna fuckin’ cum again…!”

“so fucking do it,” toji hissed as your clenching began to get more intense. “paint my shit, baby.” his voice was sending shivers down your spine, aiding your increasing pleasure. you let out ragged moans into the couch as your body trembled, pussy spasming wildly around his dick as you came a second time.

he didn’t slow down through your orgasm, instead, he went faster, if that was even humanly possible. he pressed down on your head, forcing your face into the couch, and pressing on your belly simultaneously. it forced you to have a deeper arch, but it also made you feel just how deep he was inside of you. pressing his big hand against your stomach to feel his bulge had toji grinning.

you were a wreck, tears sliding down your face, your lashes long fallen of. you were pretty sure your lace had peeled, but you didn’t care. you could barely think, barely form coherent sentences with how toji was fucking you. and he knew it. he knew he reduced you to a mess, and he wasn’t even halfway finished with you.

soon, he felt his orgasm coming, and he let out a deep groan. “shit.. where do you want my cum, doll? ‘m getting close..” you were quick to whine out, “i-inside, toji.. want you to cum inside…!”

“haah!” he grunted out with a smirk, “want me to fill you up, huh? want me to stuff you full with my cum? yeah, i bet you fucking do, look at you.”

“toji, toji, toji, fuckkk.. want your babies, c’mon, make me a mama again—!” toji laughed shakily at your dumb response, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “fuck yeah, dollface. you better not spill not one drop, alright?” he let out a strangled moan as he released, his thick cum filling her to the walls.

you sucked in harsh breaths, finally feeling relieved after toji’s constant fucking stopped. he seemed to slow down, gently fucking his load into you. you began to relax… however you were sorely mistaken.

“you thought i was done with you?” toji asked as he gripped you, flipping you over so that he could see your face. you looked a mess, but you were so, so pretty. your eyes were watery, face with tear trails all over. your lips were bruised from how much you’d been biting them. at least your hair was still intact… for now. toji leaned down and pressed a kiss to your jawline, down to your throat. he yanked at the top you wore, and when it didn’t want to cooperate, he ripped it and peeled it off of you himself. “toji, my shirt….” you whimpered but he dismissively waved a hand. “you’ll get one of mine.” he reached behind you, unclipping your bra and letting your tits spring free.

his big hands almost swallowed them as he began to leave bites and kisses all over your throat, collarbone and chest. “can’t possibly be done with you,” he said against your skin, “been waiting to fuck you like this since i laid eyes on you, doll.”

he left a plethora of hickies on your skin, very obviously marking you as his. you were still speared on his dick, and he began to roll his hips languidly inside of you, curving into your g-spot repeatedly. the feeling had you seeing stars as he gripped your legs and pulled them around his waist. with each thrust, he began to get more forceful and speed up, until once more, he was pounding your insides.

your nails went to his back, scratching, making toji wince in pain as his hips collided with yours. three of your nails had broken off. a third time, you felt yourself reach your climax once more, but it felt different. painful almost, with the last your clit throbbed. you managed to push away the toji-shaped clouds in your brain and realized.

“t-toji—! toji, ‘m gonna squirt!” you cried out as you twisted in his hold, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for you. “t-toji—!” he only smirked at you, yanking you closer. “make a mess f’me, mama. wanna see you get all messy… c’mon, c’mon, make that pretty pussy squirt on my dick.” he pressed another messy kiss to your lips as his hand snuck down to rub your clit, forcing more pleasure into your system. you let out a ruined, gasped noise — like you wanted to scream but couldn’t get it out. clear liquid gushed from you, coating toji’s lower half, some of his abdomen and the couch.

you were in too much of a haze to notice that soon after, toji came inside of you a second time. he didn’t pull out at first, instead opting to lay his head against your sweaty skin, pressing kisses. he realized that you would be completely gone for a bit, after that, so he was gentler with you. he pulled out, watching his cum slowly dribble from your hole after the two creampies he gave you. not wanting you to sit in your own fluids, picked you up and brought you to his room, putting you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers before tucking you in.

he went back downstairs, eyes locked on the mess you made on the couch. a soft whistle escaped as he plucked your lashes off the sofa and put them on the table.

you probably wouldn’t become his girlfriend yet; but you damn for sure weren’t going anywhere now.

[juyeonszn]

BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU’RE INVITED!

PAIRING tbz x f!reader

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒minimal angst ﹒crack

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!

SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE LETS GAURRRRR i’m so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so that’s kinda crazy 😭 my boyz have been here for 6 years wow 💔 anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, don’t forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if u’d like to be tagged in these <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of school work for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

“FRIENDLY” COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O’CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 1/1, PT. 2 1/3)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

© juyeonszn & itsbeeble. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[sawarusi]

jacob black x f!reader

Puzzled

jacob deserves more love and i'll die on that hill!!!!!!! btw I'm not a native speaker, eng isn't my first language, so apologies in advance for any mistakes ;p

Jacob has been feeling down lately. his childhood crush just chose a bloodsucker, a sworn enemy to his kin over him. because of that, he often found himself hanging out on the lonely shores of the La Push beach, where he sought calm - and today was no exception. the chilly morning breeze lightly brushed his sitting form as he was deep in his thoughts. he was battling his own self in his mind - on one side trying to come up with a way, a scheme to get Bella back, to help her realize who she's bonded with. and on the other hand trying to just forget her, to move on and start a new chapter. but how? was the question getting him on the edge. he was all alone with his problem, no other person that could suggest any other way than his own. his mind was like a pile of puzzles with no pieces sorted out yet, just chaos.

the sun has risen, not fully, but enough to start reflecting off the water. some stray rays have hit his face, breaking him out of his trance. he instinctively shook and tilted his head to avoid the blinding lights. out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person walking their dog in a close distance. he just brushed it off and went back to pondering.

after a while of dissociating, Jacob was once again brought back to reality, but this time by something touching his shoulder. he turned to the direction from which it came - to his pleasant surprise it was a cute doggo sniffing his shirt. he automatically smiled and pet the cuddly pup, which was now headbutting him to get even more attention and pets.

"[dog's name]!" a voice was heard from nearby "cm'ere girl!!"

the dog, still enjoying Jake's affection, didn't nudge at all, ignoring any calls. she was way too comfortable to comply. the boy also seemed unbothered. "oh, so sorry, she managed to break free from her leash" the girl chuckled nervously. jacob looked up at her and smiled while lightly shaking his head "it's alright. she's really cute", he said while continuing to pet your fluffball. you sat down next to them as you realized she won't leave him anytime soon. you took a closer look at the boy, "hey, aren't you cold?" you noticed that he wasn't really dressed accordingly to the weather - it was quite chilly.

Jacob shrugged, glancing down at his bare arms like he hadn’t even noticed the cold until now. “not really,” he said with a faint smirk. “perks of running a little warmer than most people, i guess.”

you raised a brow, intrigued. “right, like some sort of internal heater?” you teased, hugging your knees for warmth. Your pup, completely in love with her new human friend, flopped over onto her back, demanding belly rubs. Jacob laughed softly and obliged, his fingers gently scratching her stomach.

“i’m Jacob, by the way” he offered, finally meeting your eyes properly. There was a flicker of something behind them - sadness, maybe - but also a quiet curiosity.

“nice to meet you, Jacob. I’m [Y/N], and that furball is [dog's name]” you said, nodding toward your dog. “She clearly has a good taste in people.”

Jacob chuckled again, the sound a little warmer this time. “yeah, she’s got good instincts, i guess.” He paused, watching the waves roll in for a moment. “so, do you always walk around here this early?”

"only when i need to clear my head” you replied honestly. “my pup hates mornings, but she tolerates them when there’s a beach involved.”

“that makes two of us,” he said with a soft smile. “i come here for the same reason.”

a comfortable silence fell between you, broken only by the soft rush of the tide and the occasional bark from your fluffball.

you glanced at him again. “you okay?” He was't too good at hiding his emotions.

he hesitated. “not really” he admitted. “but this… helps.”

you nodded, not pressing further. Instead, you reached into your bag and pulled out a spare thermos. “i've got some tea. Would you like some? It’s got ginger and cinnamon - might go well with your ‘naturally warm’ vibe” you said with a friendly smile.

Jacob blinked, surprised by the offer, then accepted it with a grateful nod. “thanks.”

You both sipped in silence for a while. The sun slowly climbed higher, casting golden hues on the sand and water. [dog's name] curled up between you two, finally dozing off.

“i guess… maybe forgetting isn’t the only way,” Jacob said quietly, mostly to himself. “maybe moving on isn’t about leaving everything behind. maybe it’s about finding something - or someone - new worth moving toward.”

you didn’t know exactly what he meant, but the way he said it made something shift inside you, too - like you were part of that new direction he hadn’t fully realized yet. you shifted closer towards him, your shoulder brushed lightly against his, but he didn't really mind.

and for the first time in weeks, Jacob felt the pieces of his mind begin to settle - just a little. the puzzle wasn’t complete, not yet. but maybe, just maybe, he’d found the corner piece.

omg i hope you guys will like it!!!! that's literally my first, like, longer and major ff :O also any feedback will be heavily appreciated<3

[lilyflowerstories]

These Violent Delights | 2

Pairings: Jacob Black x Reader, Edward Culled x Reader

Summary: Y/N Swan is just like every other girl and she likes it that way. Normal is fantastic. Normal creates a functioning member of society. Normal is the reason she moved to a small town to live with her police officer father... only to find out that she gets the farthest thing from what she wanted. // Twilight Re-Write.

Warnings for the series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Word Count: 3.4k

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The entirety of the lunch period, you couldn’t find the stomach to eat much. Your bowl of tomato soup only had a few spoonfuls taken out of it. But all the saltine crackers were gone. You had gone over and over in your head what you would say to Edward. Now that he was here, you couldn’t remember anything. You had never been in a real confrontation anymore. You took a glance at his table again. 

He looked different than before. Not terribly different, but enough that you noticed. His skin looked less pale and less stretched over his skeleton. The dark circles underneath his eyes aren’t there anymore either. Now, you could see why people said he looked perfect. 

The bell rang and you silently cursed. You couldn’t have been given more time? Reluctantly, you went with Eric and Mike to your biology class. Eric and you looked over when Mike started frantically digging in his backpack. 

“Ah, shit. Hey, tell Mr. Donoghue that I left my textbook in my car and I’m going to get it.” 

“Okay.” 

Mike ran as fast as possible while the two of you continued going to class. Eric sighed before turning to face you as you stood right in front of the doorway to bio class. 

“Hey, so, about prom, I’m the one in charge of communicating with the dj. I’ve lived my whole life here so I know my music choice sucks so I’m gonna need your playlist.” 

“Okay, when?” you asked as you pulled out your phone to jot down that note. 

“As long as it’s before the month ends, that’s cool. And then dates…  I was wondering do you think Ang—” 

“How you liking the rain, Arizona?” Mike shook out his baseball cap that got soaked in the rain from the run to his car. 

“Guys! Class is about to start. Please take your seats,” Mr. Donoghue cut off whatever Eric was trying to say. If it was important, he’d get back to you later. 

Unfortunately, his lab partner and your lab partner were back so you had to sit with Edward Cullen. There was a slight smile on his face as you walked towards your lab bench. Before you got a chance to say the prepared speech, he spoke. 

“Hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself the other day. I’m Edward Cullen.” His voice was smooth like coffee and somewhat low in its sound. “You’re Y/F/N Swan, right?”  

“Y/N.” 

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, turning your head to listen to Mr. Donoghue’s lesson. He must have been in cahoots with the universe because his assignment was partner work. The prize? A golden onion that has no value until he comes up with what it stands for. At least only one person could look through the microscope at a time. Edward pushed the device towards you. 

“Ladies, first.” 

“Why were you gone?” You looked in the microscope. “And it better be a good answer too… It’s prophase.” 

“Mind if I check?...Yeah, I was out of town for a couple days. It’s prophase.” 

“Like I said and the empty chair next to me told me that much.” 

“Personal reasons.” 

“Do personal reasons involve rude interactions?” 

“Uh, no. I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t the best day for me before you showed up to class.”  

“Apology accepted, I guess.” 

“So are you enjoying the rain?... What?”

You tried to stop laughing. “You’re asking me about the weather?” 

“Yeah, I guess I am.” 

“Well, no, not really. I’m not really a fan of any cold or wet place.” 

Edward chuckled as he checked another slide. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “It’s anaphase.” 

“Mind if I check… Anaphase.” 

“Like I said,” he joked. “If you don’t like the rain then why did you move to the wettest place in the continental United States?” 

“Baseball.” 

“Baseball? It’s also anaphase. Do you want to check it?” 

“No, I believe you.” 

Edward listened intently as you retold your story to yet another person about why you were in Forks, asking questions when necessary. You guys continued to do your work and talk. He carried the golden onion prize as he escorted you to your locker. 

“Why didn’t you move with your mother and Phil?” 

“Moving once means moving again. Phil could get a second contract next year and we’d be in California or Maine or some stupid place like Delaware.” 

“But now you’re unhappy staying here?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

Edward paused. “I’m sorry, I’m asking too much. I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re very difficult for me to read.” 

“Well, asking questions like a normal human bei— hey, did you get contacts?” 

“No.” 

“I swear your eyes were black last time I saw you, now it’s like a golden brown color.” 

“Uh, no. It’s the fluorescents.” 

He walked away before you could say anything else. You didn’t see Edward until school ended and you went to your truck. He and his siblings seemed to be looking directly at you but you thought you were just being paranoid. You turned back around to dig through your bag for your keys. The screeching of tires caught your attention but it was too late. Tyler’s van was barrelling towards you and your feet couldn’t seem to move. 

Now was not the time to find out that your flight or fight response was the dreaded third option of freeze. You could see Edward, four cars away, staring at you in horror. His mouth dropped open. The same as all the other faces that were about to witness your death. Almost everything moved in slow motion.

The hunk of blue metal slid towards you, you felt something grab your waist, you were pulled down to the ground, and a pale hand was on the van that wasn’t hitting you. You stared at the dent in the metal caused by the hand before turning your head to make eye contact with Edward. 

He stared at you for a moment before letting go of you and running away. You were suddenly surrounded by people asking if you were alright. None of them seemed to have noticed Edward wasn’t there. The next thing you knew, you blacked out. 

The lights of the hospital were blinding when you finally came to your senses. The door opened with a vengeance and in strolled your very anxious father. He wouldn’t calm down no matter how much you tried to speak with him, threatening Tyler’s license and everything. It’s not like it was his fault his tires skidded on ice. You mouthed an apology before shutting the small curtain that divided the two hospital beds. 

“Dad, Dad I’m fine. Okay? I was lucky that Edward was there, no injuries.” 

“Edward?” Charlie turns to Dr. Cullen. “Your boy?” 

You cut in before the doctor could even get the chance to say anything. It seemed like he was going to lie. 

“Yeah, he got to me so quickly.” 

Dr. Cullen gave you a tight smile. “It sounds like you were very lucky. You just need to sign some paperwork, Charlie, and then you are good to go.” 

After Charlie signed the paperwork, he went to warm up the car before you had to drive to the school to get your truck and then drive home. You turned the corner to one of the vending machines when you stopped after seeing Carlisle, Edward, and Rosalie talking with each other. It didn’t seem like a friendly conversation either. They were definitely arguing. As if they could hear you just breather, the three of them turned towards you. 

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked. 

Edward looked reluctant as he made his way towards you. “What?” 

“How did you get over to me so quickly?” 

“Y/N, what are you talking about? I was standing right next to you.” 

“No, you weren’t. Don’t try to lie through this either. You were across the parking lot. I know what I saw.” 

“And what was that?” 

“You stopped the van with your hand.” 

Edward’s somewhat amused face turned cold. “Well no one is going to believe you anyway. Can’t you just thank me and we just drop it?” 

“Thank you.” 

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” 

“Not at all,” you tell him, determined. 

“Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment.” 

You went home that night with more questions than answers and the oddly sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you. You went to the bathroom and took your shower while thinking about how Edward stopped the van. So far, you had no concrete answers. You went to bed without any answers as well. Although you did wake up in the middle of night after having a strange dream about Edward. 

You tried to not think about that as you went to school the next day. The buses were already up front when you parked, ready for the field trip that you were positive wasn’t going to be very fun. Edward and his siblings, Alice and Jasper, walked past you. Mike popped up in front of you. 

“Hey, you’re alive, Arizona!” 

“You need more than a van to take me down.” 

The two of you laugh as you hi-fived. 

“So I was wondering, are you going to prom?” 

“Um, I don’t know yet. Charlie said I get two free no questions asked days if I go but me and dancing… it’s not pretty.” 

“Well, do you know if Jess is going?” 

“Mike!” you gasped. “Are you trying to ask Jessica out?” 

“Lower your voice, please. Okay, I may have had a small crush on her since we were seven and I am choosing to ask out my very good friend to prom.” 

“She’s going. I’m going dress shopping with her and Ang next weekend.” 

“Okay. Okay, cool.” Mike walked off before coming right back. “Do you think she likes me?” 

“Most definitely.” 

“Sweet. Thanks, Y/N/N. You’re the best.” 

He got on one of the buses while you got on the other. Tyler sat next to you, plugging your headphones into the jack on his phone. You nodded along to Blue October’s “Hate Me” as it played. The two of you didn’t talk at all but stared out the window like you were in a music video and listened to music until you reached your destination. 

The greenhouse was… interesting. That was the nicest way you could put it. Maybe it would have been nicer if you all weren’t cramped in the small walkway between the plants. Mr. Molina and Mr. Donoghue were trying their hardest to get people to water the plants or give them soil. 

“Now, I’m gonna make a steaming cup of compost tea.” 

He handed it to Eric. You laughed as you heard a very panicked yell. 

“No! Don’t drink it! It’s for the plants.” 

“What’s a no questions asked day?” a deep voice behind you asked. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Turning around, you saw the classic peacoat and never out of place hair of Edward Cullen. When had he even come up behind you? 

“You know you’re not helping your case. How’d you even hear that?” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“Dude, you never answer any of mine. You don’t even say hi.”

“Hi.” 

“Please try to act less like a human. Are you gonna tell me anything? Preferably about the other day.”  

“Yeah. I had an adrenaline rush,” he said clinically. “It’s very common. You can Google it.” 

You paused and looked at him. “You’re a terrible liar. And a no question day is when I tell Charlie I need to do something or go somewhere and he asks no questions. It’s a mutual trust betwe—” 

You tripped but felt air and two cold hands grab you instead of feeling your face kiss pavement. 

“Careful,” Edward said as he set you upright again. 

“Thanks. So are you going to answer any of my other questions?” 

“Um. Ma—” 

“Y/N/N!” Jess stepped in between you two. “Guess who just asked me to prom?” 

Edward took the opportunity to slip away. 

“Who?” you feigned ignorance. 

“Mike! I’ve been hoping since forever but like he actually asked me.” 

You and Jess talked the entire way out of the greenhouse and onto the buses, forgetting about Edward and wanting to ask him more questions until it was too late. You weren’t going to think about him for the rest of the day. You had a father-daughter/mother-son date with Charlie, Jacob’s mom, and Jacob. Which meant going to a restaurant because both Charlie and Sarah worked long hours and weren’t going to cook. And Billy was doing his physical therapy for walking so there was no way anyone would force him to cook. 

You went to pick up Jacob at his school while his mom picked up Charlie from the station. He was still inside when you reached the school. It felt stupid signing the visitors clipboard when the school day was already over but you did it anyway just in case. When you made it to a hangout area for students you spotted Jake with his friends. 

You’d like to say they were your friends too but you never got very close with them over the summer. Embry usually went somewhere with his mom, Quil’s grandfather kept inside most of the time, and Seth had sports.

And their acquaintances you knew even less. Paul and Jared were always one grade level above you all and hung out with themselves. Sam didn’t seem to like any of you despite being only a couple years older than you and having even a smaller age gap with Paul. And Leah didn’t come around because either her loser younger brother was there or Sam was there which sucked because you wanted another girl around. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Embry said as you turned the corner. 

“Hi, guys. Jake, you ready?”  

“Yeah. See you guys later.” 

He nodded at his friends before getting up to stand next to you. Your fingers twitched as he intertwined them with his own. He rolled his eyes at the wolf whistles from his friends, laughing when you threw up a middle finger while the two of you walked away. 

“So where are we going?” you asked. 

“Who picked last summer?” 

“Charlie.” 

“Oh, nice, so it’s my turn.” Jacob looked something up on his phone. “Smuggler’s Bar and Grill, sound good? It’s in Port Angeles though.” 

You shrugged. “Eh, I’ve already finished all my homework and Charlie doesn’t go back to work until the graveyard shift. Go ahead and text them our choice.” 

Your truck pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards the highway. Jacob fiddled with the radio for at least one decent station while you drove the hour it took just to get to Port Angeles. Honestly, you didn’t mind the time. The drive, surrounded by trees, was comforting. Especially with your best friend. 

If you and Jake weren’t singing to songs, you were gossiping about school. There was no need to catch up on anything else. Jake was one of the few people you texted nearly everyday despite being so far away most of the year — including the fact that he had a secret girlfriend for three years. Whenever he wanted to get her a present, he would text you what it was and would pretend he was sending it to you so Billy and Sarah wouldn’t get suspicious. It worked. They didn’t find out even after the two broke up. 

You guys pulled into the restaurant and waited for your parents to show up. Like you predicted, Sarah already analyzed the entire menu and knew what she wanted to order. Jake held up his phone. 

“They said they’re twenty minutes away and the food takes that long to prepare so order for them.” 

“I’m surprised she got Charlie to pick something ahead of time.” 

The two of you went in and got a table like they said. The host smiled a bit too sweetly as they called over a waiter. You and Jacob looked at each other and came to the same conclusion at the same time, silently gagging. There was no way they thought that you guys were on a date. Absolutely not. Was it because you were holding hands? The two of you pulled apart but the damage was already done. 

The waiter sat you down at what you could tell was the restaurant’s nicest booth by the best window that would let you look out onto the water. He handed you the menus and left to give you alone time to think. 

“Just gross, no offense,” you said. 

Jacob shrugged. “None taken. I would never date you, you’re, like, my friend.” 

“Same. Too weird… Do you think they’ll give us free dessert if we are though?” 

“Do you want to play it up?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Jacob gave you a smile you had never seen before but assumed he must have given to his girlfriend. He laid his hand across the table for you to grab. You took it with no problem — Jake’s hands were always warm and still a bit soft since he wore gloves when he worked on cars and bikes. His thumb stroked the back of your hand and he set the menu down to look at you. Almost like magic, or like they’ve been secretly watching, the wait staff came over. 

“Are you two ready to order?” he asked as he set down two glasses of water. 

“Ladies first,” Jake let go of your hand, ready to scoop up your menu when you finished speaking. 

“Um, does the shrimp scampi have a smell?” you asked in fake concern, hoping the waiter would catch on to teen angst of potential bad breath before a first kiss. 

“Oh, no, I got you, honey.” He had a noticeable southern accent. “What do you want to drink?” 

“Iced Tea, please. Oh, and a Caesar salad with ranch dressing.” 

“Got it. And for the young sir?”

“I’ll take the Not Your Mother’s Mac and Cheese along with a lemonade. Oh, and our parents are chaperoning but they’re a little late. Can we get them one clam chowder and one Hawaiian chicken sandwich both with Ruby tonics? What is a ruby tonic?” 

“Oh, I’m so glad you kids are too young to know what it is. Your food will be ready in a minute.” 

He took the menus and walked away. You could hear him gossip to the rest of the staff about chaperones. Jacob grabbed your hand again, giving it a peck. 

“You know he’s totally gonna bring you breath mints. Did you really ask if the shrimp would smell?” 

“Hey, I had to sell it. What brand do you think it’ll be?” 

Jake kissed your hand again. “Lifesavers. They scream not obvious for teenagers asking.” 

“You say this from experience?” 

“Ehh with Elle a couple of times.” 

“Really? I can’t believe you had your first kiss and girlfriend and I couldn’t even get a date for homecoming. You’re still a virgin right?” 

“Yes. I am still a loser virgin.” 

“Hey, I’m a virgin.” 

“Well then in that case virginity rocks.” 

You and Jacob cheered and clinked glasses before laughing when you were unable to hold it anymore. He moved over to your side since the two of you would have to be sitting together anyway once Charlie and Sarah showed up. He took the opportunity to sling his arm around you while you snuggled up to him. The two of you could clearly hear awes. 

“If we actually get free dessert,” Jacob whispered. “We need to do this more often.”  

Your parents came in exactly when the food came out. They looked at the two of you weirdly as you awkwardly broke apart. You shook your head before Charlie could say anything. They went with it like you had asked.  Your parents could do absolutely nothing but shake their heads and smile as the waiter brought out free cinnamon rolls in to-go boxes for not just you and Jacob but for the “chaperones” as well. 

You guys left a generous tip, cleaned up the table, and left the restaurant. You and Jacob clinked the to-go boxes together. 

“Here’s to fake boyfriends.” 

“Here’s to fake girlfriends.”

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[twlgholts]

always kind of was, j.b.

pairing: jacob black x f. reader

childhood summers fade, but he never did—and now you’re back, without knowing he’s already yours (completed)

series masterlist

chapter one, second nature

chapter two, poncho punch

chapter three, oil and honey

chapter four, manuals

chapter five, full moon

chapter six, click

chapter seven, promise you

chapter eight, hollow bones

chapter nine, things you don't say

chapter ten, all ears

chapter eleven, keep up

chapter twelve, everything, anything

chapter thirteen, however long

[wolfpackenthusiast]

Hiii!!! SO I really hope that you get to write mine!!! I want to request a Jacob x f!reader, in which the reader is a famous ballet dancer, and while in the preparation of one of her biggest nights, jacob proposes. So this makes the reader super busy with dance practices, shows, and wedding preparations, and one night at Emily's (obviously the whole pack is there), she has a breakdown since all the stress got to her.

I really hope you get to write this please. Thank you in advance ☺️ 🫶

Overwhelming Grace

♡ Paring : Jacob Black x f!reader

☆ Summary: The most special events of your life are also the most stressful and overwhelming.

☀︎ Warnings: not proofread

♪ A/N: HII!! Im back dears! I’m safe from the fire and i’m gonna start writing again! Though, i’m still gonna be a bit busy with school but i’ll get to your requests asap keep sending!!

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Sitting down on a bench in your dressing room, you put on your ballet shoes getting ready for practice, you had a big performance coming up and today was another day of practice. Letting out a sigh, you turn over to your boyfriend, the one and only Jacob Black.

“You’ll still be here once i’m done, right?” You asked, earning a nod from him, “course,” he said, taking a seat next to you on the bench, pulling you into a side hug, “you’ll do great, you always do.” He encouraged, you always appreciated him and what he’s done for you.

“I got a surprise foe you when you get back, so don’r be long,” Jacob said, ruffling your hair a tiny but as you giggled, “okay, i won’t, see you.” You said, giving him a quick peck on the lips before you were off to practice.

Once you finished changing back, you left your dressing room, looking for Jacob, “Jake?” You called our, walking around the studio, looking in the places he usually goes to while you’re up on stage,

He wouldn’t have left, right? You thought, walking outside, opening the exit door to the studio, you see Jacob, on one knee. “Jake?..” you breathed, was he doing what you thought he was doing, “Y/n, you’ve made me the happiest man alive ever since we met, you’ve been the light if my life and i want to spend forever with you, so..”

“I’m asking you to marry me.” He spoke sincerely as he pulled out a Saphire ring with a wolf cressant, representing loyalty and faithfulness. You gasped.

“Jacob.. are you…” you were speechless, your hand covering your mouth as you stared down at him, your gaze moving from him to thw ring constantly.

“Of course i’m serious,” he said, practically reading your thoughts, “do you think i would’ve bought this ring if I wasn’t?” He asked, you, knowing the obvious answer, “No..”

“So, what’s your answer?” He askwd eagerly, he was never one with patience, everyone knew that. You stayed silent for a moment, before caving, “my answer is.. yes!!” You said, Jacob, standing up on both legs, pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as you rocked back and forth slowly, his face in your hair.

“Thank gosh, I was so worried you’d say no..” he murmured in a relieved tone, rubbing your back. “Why would I?” You asked, rhetorical question.

He chuckled, pulling back just a bit, grabbing your hand and sliding the ring on your finger, before pulling you into a kiss.

Ever since then, you’ve been quadruple booked every single day, stuck practicing for the performance and wedding preparations, you barely even saw Jacob anymore, and things were getting stressful. You two had planned the wedding to be a few days after your performance, so you had about a month left to plan.

Stepping into Emily’s house and shutting the door behind you, you let out an exhausted sigh, this is one of the few times you get to relax and hang out with your 2nd family.

“Hey, Y/n!” Emily spoke up, heading over to you excitedly, “when’re we going dress shopping?” She asked, you had picked her to be your maid of honor, since she’s practically your sister. “Uhm.. i don’t know yet, ‘m sorry.” You said softly, putting a hand on your forehead, of course, you couldn’t escape the questions and planning for the wedding. “I’m just so busy.” You explained, Emily’s eyes softening, “it’s okay, Y/n, take all the time you need.” She said comfortingly.

She held her arms out for a hug, which you immediately took, then it all slipped out, tears started to drop as you hugged Emily tight, “Em, it’s so much.. I can’t relax at all..” you spoke softly through your sobs, your voice cracking as you hugged her tight. “Oh, dear..” she murmured worryingly, setting you down on the couch, the boys were on patrol, but they’d definitely be back soon.

Emily sat you down on the coach as she say down beside you, pulling you ibto another comforting hug as you sobbed, “let it all out hun, i’m here.” She spoke comfortingly as she rubbed your back. “I..I can’t.. I need a break..” you murmured, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Take one, have you thought of postpone the wedding?” Emily asked, “no, no i can’t.. we’ve done so much..” you started, not wanting to finish, but Emily got the point, “it’ll be okay, everyone will understand your predicament, it’s supposed to be your special day.” She reasoned, then, the boys came in.

They were rowdy as ever, but when they saw the situation, the room went quiet, with the exception of a few whispers. Jacob was the first one to ask, rushing to your side, “hey, what happened??” He asked worryingly, you pulled away from Emily, facing him, you wiped your eyes with the back of your arm, “nothing bf.. i-it’s nothing… i’m just.. overwhelmed..” you murmured softly.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as you buried your face in his chest, “i’m sorry, Y/n/n, i know it’s a lot, i should’ve proposed later,” He said, “i didn’t mean to make you this overwhelmed with everything,” he said, blaming himself for your current situation.

“No.. i-it’s okay, ‘m just not used to being this busy and i need to adjust.. it’s not your fault..” you reassured during your sobs. “I’ll be okay.. jus’ need to calm down..” you said, trying not to worry him.

“No, it’s clearly too much for you, i’ve never seen you this stressed and overwhelmed before. You’re taking a break tomorrow.” He said softly, yet firmly. Looking up at him, “what?” You spoke, confused.

“You need a day to relax, it’ll be tomorrow.” He said, caressing your cheek, “I- don’t know if I can do that.. Jake,” you said, “you are going to, tomorrow you don’t have practice and i’ll let someone else take care of your wedding duties for the day.” He said, you knew how stubborn he was, so there was no changing his mind.

You let out a defeated sigh, “okay okay..” you said, honestly relieved, you did indeed need a break. “Good,” he said, kissing your forehead before he hugged you tighter.

When you had your break day, it was the best, Jacob was there the whole day, making sure you were pampered and relaxing at all times, free from your responsibilities, even when the day ended, you felt refreshed and ready to start working again.

When time came, the Performance went smoothly, and so is the wedding.

“I love you,” You spoke, “really, i’m so glad i’n your imprint.” You spoke sincerely, he gave you a smitten smile, “i love you more, Y/n Black.” He said as the priest announced he can kiss the bride, he dipped you low and you both shared a deep, romantic kiss, the best day of your life, indeed.

But with fortune comes hard times.

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♯ Word count: 1168

[douceurrrr]

SCANDAL

paring(s): felix catton x black!start!reader

summary: farleigh is his best mate but his sister is just too good and someone knows.

warning(s): mdni! smut, profanity, she/her pronouns, oral sex (f), f-ing in secret, Oliver lurking lol, jacob elordi’s hotness may be fatal!

PS: ik farleigh is his cousin but pretend he’s not

Being farleigh’s sister meant coming to saltburn every summer and coming to saltburn every summer meant being with felix. You and felix had been in a secret relationship for a couple months now and your brother hasn’t suspected a thing. It’s weird because felix would kill anyone that touched his sister but when it came to farleigh’s sister, he could resist. You know it’s wrong but you loved the way his hair brushed against your thighs when his head is in between them. It starts with him sneaking glances at you during breakfast and dinner and ends with you in his bed.

“shhh! he’s asleep felix.” you whispered with a smile. felix had successfully pulled you out of the room you shared with venetia and into his, liked he’d done many nights before. “oh hush, love. oliver sleeps like a child.” felix says, moving your box braids off your shoulder to peck the skin there. oliver on the other hand made sure he didn’t sleep that night.

You and felix had finally made it to his room. “y’gonna let me taste you, love?” felix whispered in your ear, making sure to leave a kiss on your neck before lifting his head up. you nodded, slowly placing yourself on his bed and spreading your warm, brown thighs. before felix leaned his head down, you heard the floor creak, “wait, i heard something.” you lifted your head towards the door but there was nothing there.

“it’s probably nothing, love. but here-” felix then got up and closed the door. “there. feel better?” you nodded but you were still a little concerned. felix then hooked his fingers underneath your lace panties, putting them in his pocket. he then grabs your thigh and pulls to him with force.

his metal, eyebrow piercing was cold against your thigh as he licks his tongue through your wet folds. swirling on your clit. you moaned into his pillow as he watch your face fill up with pleasure.

it encouraged him to do more, wanting you to struggle to keep your sanity. “try to keep quiet, darling. wouldn’t want your brother hearing, let alone oliver.” how does he expect you to be quiet when he eats your pussy the way he do?

the more close you got the more pressure he added to your clit. he had your back lifting off the bed as you the band in your stomach break as your mouth opened in awe at the pleasure. “y’wanna wet my dick, huh?” felix stands up from the bed, fumbling with his belt. you sit up from the bed, watching him struggle with his pants from scrambling too fast.

“need help?” you giggled but he had already shoved his pants down, crawling on the bed to you. it was like lion and prey. he kissed you, hungrily. and you kissed back with force. felix then breaks the kiss. “alright enough of the fucking foreplay, ready love?” he huffs, positioning his cock to your center. you obviously nodded and bucked you hip into him, attempting to speed the process which made him laugh and rub his tip on your clit, making you even more anxious.

“felix please.” he couldn’t say no to you, especially when your making those pretty sounds for him. you finally felt his cock slip through your folds with sharp thrust. “fucking hell that’s incredible.” he groans in your neck, moving in and out of you.

you couldn’t help but to bite into felix’s shoulder to hide you moans as he pounds into you with your legs wrapped him. you press your feet onto his ass, making him take you deeper which made him go even faster.

“fuck felix, m’close.” you moaned in his ear, which would’ve been enough to make him cum.

“cum f’me, angel.” felix replied, sharpening his thrust and hitting that spot that made you see stars before cumming around him. “fuck.” you whimpered as he slows his thrusts, walking you through your orgasm while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“you’re incredible.” felix whispers as he slips out of you and flops on his back. the room smelled like sweat and sex as you gather your clothes, about to leave when felix stops you. “just sleep here, love.” felix says but you knew you couldn’t without venetia noticing your absence but you nodded anyway and crawled back on the bed, laying your head on his chest.

-

The next morning, felix had been staring at you the whole breakfast without anyone noticing (or so you thought). After breakfast, you made your way to venetia’s room when oliver stops you. “oh oli! hi.” you smiled but he wasn’t.

“you know you’re a slut right?” you face dropped at his words. “w-what?” you replied, not knowing what he was talking about.

“you think i don’t know about you and felix? how you moan for him?” oliver says. your blood runs cold. “fuck you, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” you sneer at him, attempting to walk past him but he grabs your arm, tightly.

“poor farleigh. he doesn’t know how much of a slut his sister is for his best friend.” he says before letting go of your arm when lady elspeth comes. “oliver love! come. there’s someone i want you to meet!” she says, cheerfully.

“coming.” oliver replied, switching his attitude like nothing happened and walking away with standing there, astonished.

but who would you tell?

[itsbeeble]

BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU'RE INVITED!

PAIRINGS: tbz x f!reader

GENRES: smut, fluff, minimal angst, crack

WARNINGS: smut, minor angst, fluff, mentions of injuries, alcohol, swearing, more warnings to be added to the individual fics 18+ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

SUMMARY: Have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? If so, then these fics are just for you! Join us as we take a glimpse into the Tau Beta Zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE: The way me and Fawn have been planning this for so long omgggg. Me and Fawn are so excited to announce this collab in celebration of my 1 year on tumblr, 6 year anniversary of The Boyz, AND as just a fun little event!! I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am hehe. And please feel free to send an ask or comment on this post if you'd like to be tagged in each part!!

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of schoolwork for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

"FRIENDLY" COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you since the day he met you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O'CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 | PT. 2)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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[gretavanflame]

Soul Stealer

Pirate Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

CW: Portrayals of fear, mentions of blood, murder and dying, heartbreak, grief. SMUT: oral (f) receiving, fingering, loss of virginity/first time, penetrative sex, kissing, brief mentions of pain and nervousness (handled really well), nipple play, a little bit of biting and teasing and lots and lots of talking you through it, oh and of course soul stealing.

Summary: When The Dread Pirate Jacob appeared on the dock of your town for the first time in 300 years, searching for something he couldn't have, he found you and gave you something else instead.

Word Count: 9.7k

Legend has it that the Dread Pirate Jacob died nearly 300 years ago. His ship had been attacked- hull shredded to pieces by bombs and cannon fire, and Jacob Thomas drowned. His cold corpse sank to the depths of the ocean floor, but when it hit the bottom, it passed right through. His body descended to the Underworld, yet as soon as he entered that fiery land of death, he was lifted out by the souls of all the men he ever killed. Even the land of the devil hadn’t wanted the evil that he seemed to draw with his fingertips. While they were pushing him out however, he managed to grab one. That first soul he stole kept him barely alive- just long enough to commandeer a nearby ship. It went like this: a hand emerged from the water, grabbing onto the rigging of the ship. The man hoisted himself up by the single arm, the other clutching his sword with such malice, his whole body shook with it. His devoted blade, bound to him by his father and his father before him, christened- The Beloved, slashed through the chests of the entire crew. Grasping at the threads of his own existence, held on by a weak and dying soul, he sailed that ship from town to town, in search for more. Those borrowed souls bought him time. Although stolen would be a better descriptor, save for the girls who gave theirs to him, willingly.

Some claim that there never was a Jacob Thomas Kiszka. Others swear that they’ve seen his ship far off on the horizon, searching for souls. They say you can feel the ice cold wind when he passes, smell the stench of death, hear its scream and cry. And there is disagreement, of course, among those who do believe in the great legend. Some think he was brought back from the dead, stealing souls to satiate the hollow of his chest- soul stolen by the devil himself. Others think he is dead. Merely a ghost of the infamous pirate.

You were never so sure about the tale, despite the innumerable storytellings- wide-eyed late nights cozied in bed, your mother swearing on it.

Now you know firsthand. 

There was nothing ghostly about the man who appeared on the dock that fateful day. He did not look dead, nor 300 years old. In fact, he seemed to be only a few years your senior. The age he held was in his eyes. There were flashes of stories. The blackest of storms, the reddest blood of all the men he lost.

The townspeople had fled the port on that overcast day, locking themselves up in their homes when he arrived with his crew. You hadn’t. His boots clicked calmly along the wood, drawing closer. People screamed and fainted all around you. Your feet were firmly planted on the ground. His eyes were on you. 

It wasn’t fear that you felt, but devotion. The haze that clouded your mind when his eyes took a peak at your soul was the greatest feeling you had ever felt. Like a thousand ocean breezes gracing your skin while you burn in the heart of a fire. He wanted your soul. And if he wanted it, he would have it.

He appeared in front of you like a gust of wind. He smelled of salt. His hair was long and brown. His tricorne was perched on his head, haphazardly, as if he had just thrown it on. He wore a jet black blouse, nearly ripped to shreds and open, revealing a tan chest and a silver coin necklace. On top of that, a dark jacket, fitted perfectly to his wide shoulders, and finally, a pair of trousers.

There was a sword in his belt. Gleaming, elegant, and deadly. Your curious hands had reached for it, without a thought going through your head. In that instant, you saw a flash of gold in an amused smile. Then- darkness. 

You awoke slowly to a scratchy pillow, prickling your cheek. The floor moved, rocked back and forth gently with the waves. Your head lifted, heavy with confusion and a sleep deeper than you’d ever felt before. Your eyes traveled around the room. Wooden walls, a small table covered in papers, and a thin stack of books on the floor. Turning to your other side you found a small circular window just above the bed. You watched for a moment as the water tickled the glass. You were still tired then and you soon drifted back to sleep.

Hours slipped by with Jacob passing by his door, hoping each time that your beautiful eyes would finally be open. If he waited 300 years, he could wait just a little longer. A few times he allowed himself a moment to watch your sleeping figure. He was entranced by the rise and fall of your chest. The subtle breaths falling from your parted lips- a luxury he had been deprived of for so long. Then, finally, your eyes were open when he passed by, surveying the room. He leaned his body against the door frame, waiting for you to notice him.

When you finally did, he smiled and you saw his golden tooth once more. This frightened you, and when you tried to scurry away, you felt something hit you. It wasn’t an object, but a force. Every inch of your body was frozen still. Only your eyes moved freely, searching his in terror.

“Don’t panic,” he soothed, pushing his body from the door to take a step closer. His voice was velvet. Smooth, but breathy- like the words softly sailing from his lips were the finest poetry. His voice held a knowledge that, against your better judgement, made you feel calm. “It’s only temporary.”

He said nothing else, only advanced until the distance between you was closed. He perched himself on the edge of the bed. His face was nearly blank, except for the tiniest sliver of devastation. Longing. You could see it in the way his eyebrows tipped up, and in the way his eyes glistened. 

You could finally see his eyes now. They were dark brown, holding a strange inhuman quality. They were faded- tired. When they looked at you, the feeling that washed you over was something deep and profound. It felt like a secret was being whispered.

He reached his hand out, slowly, and cupped your cheek. His thumb smoothed over the skin. You felt the icy roughness of his fingers. 

“It really is you,” he choked, face suddenly breaking with a smile dipped in sorrow. “I can’t believe it.”

Without the slightest bit of movement- the wave of a hand or the whispering of an ancient curse, your body breathed life again. You took a long inhale, staying under his touch. Time stretched as your eyes danced together, eerie familiarity racking at your brain. It was a few moments before you remembered yourself and tore your face away.

“Who are you?” you spat. 

His hand stilled in the air as he watched you retreat. It stayed there for a second and he closed his eyes, his fingers twitching with the memory of your warm skin. Finally he placed his arm back at his side. He looked down. He looked up.

“I’m Jake.”

“You’re The Dread Pirate Jacob.”

He smiled shamelessly, the gold sparkling. That was answer enough.

“Why do you think you know me?” 

“You think I don’t know you?” His lips curled into a smirk. “I think you should be asking yourself a different question, sweetheart.” His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. “How do you know me?”

“But I don’t know you.”

“Oh but you do. You just said it yourself.” He paused. “Ask yourself this- why are you not afraid of me?”

“What, I-”

“You stood tall when I set foot on your dock, tried to duel me with my own sword, and now you’re here, having a casual conversation with a pirate. A dead pirate.”

“So you are dead?”

Jacob chuckled.

“I’m much more than that, sweetheart.” 

Your cheeks flushed as you glanced at your lap, finding his hand outstretched. You looked back to him cautiously, watching his face as you slotted your hand in his. He took it with all the care in the world, bringing it softly to his chest. 

There should have been a heart there, beating boldly with every pump. Or lungs that rattle with every breath. But there was not. Instead what your fingers felt was a rumble. Underneath his cold skin was a war of souls, swimming around, trying to find their way out. Trapped. Stolen.

You pulled your hand back in horror, looking at him with a similar expression. A flash of pain appeared on his face- something he tucked away quickly. The words that next exited your mouth were hardly your own. They came out small and weak.

“Are you going to take my soul?”

Jacob laughed this time. It boomed and bounced off the walls of his cabin before reaching your ears.

“Won’t you stay for dinner?”

-

The table was covered in foods of every size, shape and color. Heaps of fruits you’d never seen before, cheeses and meats, breads and rum. Your wide eyes raked over the delicacies, looking up to find Jacob only casually glancing.

He sat intently. His jacket and hat had been removed, leaving him in only his blouse and trousers. Even more of his skin was exposed, but you tried not to stare, even though it was difficult. His arm was thrown over the side of his chair, calm and composed. His features were bold, the curve of his lips soft, his jawline chiseled and nose sculpted to perfection. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He watched you all the same.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” you admitted guiltily. You hadn’t eaten all day.

His eyes surveyed the table before he reached out to grab an interesting chunk of something white. 

“I bet you’ve never tried this before” the trace of a smile played on his lips as he held out the piece of food.

“No. What is it?”

“It’s coconut. Here, try it.”

You took the food carefully, bringing it to your lips. It smelled like almost nothing. You placed it on your tongue and rolled it between your teeth. Soon its flavor unfolded. It was glorious. Sweet and subtle, with the most amazing texture. You chewed on it until it was nothing but a bit of pulp. 

After you told him you liked it, you waited for him to have some. You soon realized that he couldn’t. You both pretended it wasn’t so.

He watched you eat and found himself smiling when your cheeks were stuffed and you struggled to swallow the mass of food. Something in him settled in the silence between you. He didn’t have a heart- not quite, but he felt something in his chest that day he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

The two of you sat like this for a little while- until you were full and the topic at hand could no longer be danced around. Jacob fiddled with a braided cloth bracelet on his wrist, his eyes cast downward.

“So what are they saying about me these days?” His eyes lifted to yours and he forced a sly smile.

“Oh. You mean the stories? Well my mother told it to me. She said her mother had told her, and her mother before her and so on, that nearly 300 years ago your ship was attacked and you… well died I suppose.” Jacob hung on every word, face tight with pain. “You drowned and sank to the ocean flo-”

“No,” Jacob barked. His hand came down hard on the wooden table, knocking down some of the food. You flinched before he quickly softened his voice. “That isn’t true. I can’t drown. I’m the best bloody sailor this goddamn ocean has ever seen.” He shook his head and pinched the space between his eyebrows. “A mockery.”

You watched carefully, the slightest bit of fear prickling your skin as he murmured a string of curses. After he finished, his eyes returned to yours. He sighed deeply, his face returning to its solemn state.  

“Let me tell you the real story,” he said.

You nodded, sitting up a little straighter. 

Jacob closed his eyes, summoning something within himself. When they opened, they were different- sad.

“300 years ago my ship stumbled upon these very waters. I was young. I was eager, and I had only been a captain for a matter of months. I made a mistake- a grave mistake. I did something that men like me aren’t supposed to do.” He paused. “I fell in love.”

He wasn’t looking at you now. It was too much. His face scrunched up and he alternated between looking down and not looking at anything at all. You thought to reach out and touch his hand, but you didn’t. 

“I tried to deny it. We sailed away and my heart broke. I saw her eyes in the stars, felt her breath in the wind, and dreamed of her soft skin. Only a couple years went by before I finally caved. I made us go back. It was selfish of me, but I saw her again. It was as if nothing had changed,” he chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. “She was the sun. She was everything. I wanted for the first time in my life to be somewhere. I wanted to be with her.”

The look on his face was terrible. His eyes looked dead and his lips quivered. Without thinking, you reached for his hand. Still he didn’t look at you, but he smiled weakly.

“That’s when I knew it was a mistake. My home could never be on any land. My heart was torn in two pieces. Half of it with her, half of it with the sea. It’s a difficult thing to explain, but I had to leave. I wanted to take her with me, but she wanted to stay. I was angry then, because I didn't understand. I just wanted everything. I wanted the whole world.” He shook his head again. “One day we woke early in the morning. The sun was peeking in through her window and I watched her sleeping face. She was an angel. I kissed her, and left before she woke up. I wouldn’t have been able to bear it. And that was the last time I ever saw her alive.”

He paused again. His eyes were shut tight- remembering, his lips, thin and quivering. All you could do was grasp his hand harder. He squeezed right back.

“We left, but not soon after, a war started to break out. I was scared although I wouldn’t admit it. We sailed back- I sailed us back to save her. When we got there it was…” 

A single tear fell down your cheek. You couldn’t help it. It was the story of course, but it was his face. Watching it made you feel the pain right along with him. You let the tear fall because both of your hands held onto his, but Jacob’s eyes suddenly opened as if he had sensed it. He leaned forward, his hand wiping away the tear. 

“Don’t break my heart all over again, angel,” he smiled softly. 

“When we got there it was too late. The town was almost completely to the ground. I blamed myself of course. But I didn’t drown,” he spit out the word, face scrunching at the absurdity. “I jumped. I tried to save her. I swam down until there was no more air in my lungs. That’s only because I didn’t need air. I had love. I was going to find her there, and bring her back or die trying.”

He let out a dry chuckle, hollow and fragile.

“I saw her swimming with all of those souls and I tried to grab her. I missed, I- I,” he shook his head. “I took someone else's. I didn’t have time to go back for hers, I was running out of life. The truth is I don’t know what happened exactly after that. I woke up and I was alive, but I wasn’t. I felt lighter, I felt empty. I knew I was borrowing time and I was weak. I had to find more… more souls.”

Your spine shivered. You felt his hand twitch as his eyes opened, gaze digging into yours. 

“You have something different.” 

His lips curled into a smile and his body leaned closer. You tried to pull your hands away, but he only held them tighter. 

“You have something I want. I knew it was you from the moment I saw you. You- you even have her eyes.”

Your blood went cold. His knuckles turned white.

“Jacob you’re hurting me,” you whispered, voice trembling with fear. 

He winced and drew back his hand. You pulled yours to your chest, clutching them tightly. His face fell again and he searched your eyes desperately. His mouth opened to speak, but he closed it again. 

“I didn’t mean to,” he urged, eyes searching yours desperately until you gave a slight nod.

“Y/n, you have a piece of my love’s soul in you. She is in your blood. If you trace it back… she’s there. Your mothers grandmother. Eight generations back to be precise.”

His tongue quickly slid along his bottom lip. You felt your heart racing in your chest. His eyes looked at you with such a certainty that there was no way to escape them. Although again, you didn’t feel fear.

You stared at each other for another long while. Finally, you spoke.

“You want to take my soul,” you stated. Not a question. Not an argument, just a statement. 

Something washed over you again. It was a haze that bathed you. Even his own eyes seemed to gloss over as he looked back. You came to realize what this meant. He wasn’t looking at you. He was looking into you. What you didn’t realize however was that you were letting him. Soul searching was a mirror that reflected two ways. An act so intimate it required the openness of not one, but two people. The feeling that you could not yet name was something so powerful that it opened up your soul. A piece of you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

“I don’t want to take it. I just want to borrow it,” his voice quivered, and something in you knew that he was holding back. You realized that he could take it at any moment. He didn’t want that. He wanted it to be offered. 

You didn’t think. At least not in the traditional sense. You didn’t reason, you didn’t question, you just stood. It was as if there was an invisible string pulling you to him.

He shifted his chair so that you could take a step between his legs. He gently patted his thigh and you sat, both of your legs draped over his lap and your arms secured around his neck. His eyes were half lidded and his fingertips drifted over your cheek. 

You stared into each other for a moment, and your faces were so close. You felt vulnerable, but safe.

“Will it hurt?” you asked him.

He laughed, shaking his head, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “No, love.”

“Okay. I’m ready,” you whispered.

His thumb smoothed over your cheek again and traveled down. He held your chin, softly between his fingers as he guided you onto his lips. Your eyes closed as you felt the soft plump of his flesh. His lips slotted between yours with a hum- the vibration tickling. His lips closed around yours, tugging gently before pulling back. His head tilted and a small groan sounded as he coaxed your lips against his once more. As the two of you stilled, mouths lazily brushing, you pulled his head closer. Your mouth opened with a sigh and his tongue slid inside. You squirmed in his lap, feeling something stir between your thighs. 

You relaxed into him, letting your mind finally clear. Just as you opened your mouth again, waiting to feel his warm, sliding tongue, you felt something else. His lips closed around yours and he drew in your breath. Your body slouched. You felt a lightness. Emptiness.

Jacob held your limp body to his tightly. He could feel his chest swimming dangerously, filling with something. His eyes were shut tight, and in all that blackness, he could finally feel.

Hello Jacob. It’s been a while hasn’t it.

It’s you.

It is. 

You sound the same.

I am the same. You’ve changed though, haven’t you.

How do you mean?

It’s okay Jacob- to be different. It’s been a long time.

I just want you back.

I know. 

You sound like an angel.

You can’t have it.

What?

Don’t take it. Please. It is all that I wish for. She may try to give it to you, but do not.

I don’t want it. I just want you.

I know that, but you can’t have either of us.

It isn’t fair.

I know.

I love you.

I love you too.

I miss you.

Jacob waited for a response that never came. After a few moments he tried again.

“I miss you,” he whispered, so softly. He waited. “I miss you,” he tried again, voice cracking. You knew the words weren’t meant for you but you couldn’t stop yourself from answering.

“I’m here, Jacob. I'm here.”

His eyes opened to find yours. You sat up tall as you stared back at him. He searched your face rapidly before crumbling against your frame. He hugged you to his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You held him, stroking his back as he sobbed quietly into your hair. 

The two of you stayed like that for a while. You could feel something shifting. You didn’t only feel like yourself anymore. You felt like a half and a whole all at the same time. Like a million little pieces of you and everything else. 

Finally his grip loosened and his head came back up. His cheeks were wet and his eyes were tired. He looked as if the life had been drained out of him. You wiped away his tears with the back of your hand. He smiled, only slightly.

“Kiss me again,” you said.

Your request was spoken so sweetly that he couldn’t bear to deny you. He kissed you and felt a piece of himself mending. You quickly licked into his mouth. His tongue swirled against yours and he drew back with a wet smack. The rhythm quickened and you found yourself searching for his lips faster than he could give them to you. You pulled back with a similar eagerness. 

“Do it again. You can borrow it again. You can take it.”

You dipped back to kiss him, but he stopped you with a firm hand to your chest. Your eyes opened in confusion, finding him looking back at you with a stone cold expression. 

“No.”

“What? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I can’t take it.”

“Why not?”

It hit you like a stab to the heart. Your eyes broke and you searched his face desperately. He felt the weight of your soul crushing him, your heart tearing him into two. You almost forced your lips back on his, desperate to be a part of him- to make him whole again. He stopped you, shooting you a look of warning.

“I won’t do it.”

“I want you to have it, Jacob.”

“Please, call me Jake.”

“Jake, why won’t you give this to me?”

“It’s taking. I won’t take this from you.”

He swallowed the hurt on your face. He traced your skin with his hand, hoping to soothe you. If only you knew what you were doing to him. He was only one heartbreak away from a place he wouldn’t be able to come back from.  

“But it felt good. I want it again. I want you to take it.”

“I could take something else, sweetness,” he whispered, tone laced with a secret. 

Your eyes widened and you nodded slowly. His eyes glanced at your lips again. His hand found the curve of your waist. 

“Has anyone ever…” his voice trailed off and his eyes cast downward. “Touched you before?” 

You stared at him almost blankly.

“Touched you here?” The thumb of his hand dipped down, tracing the inside of your thigh through your dress.

You shook your head, feeling your heart begin to race.

“Do you want me to?” 

“How?” you breathed quickly. 

“I can show you.” 

“Okay.” 

Jake's hands both took hold of your waist, lifting you off his lap with ease to place you back down so that you faced him, sitting right on his thigh.

“Put your hands back.”

Your hands quickly found their way back around his neck. 

Jake's tightening grip slid down to your hips as he pulled you forward. You dragged against his thigh, feeling a warmness spread through your core. A soft moan fell from your lips and you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth.

He gently pulled your hand away.

“It’s okay to feel good. You can make those sounds,” he drawled, placing a quick kiss to your hand. He rolled your hips over him again, reveling in the next soft groan that made its way forth.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” you answered hastily. “It feels good.”

“That’s good,” Jake purred. 

His hands slid down to the curve of your ass, gripping the soft flesh, pulling you forward and back.

“Mmmh,” you mumbled, unaware that you had even made a sound.

You scooted closer until your chest was touching his. His hand drifted to the small of your back, his other at your waist. You laid the side of your head on his shoulder, your lips an inch away from his neck. 

He pulled you down, letting you grind on him as his thigh pushed up- meeting you halfway. Your hot breath moaned right into his ear.

“God,” Jake whispered at the sight of your arched back. He looked down over your shoulder at his hand as it rubbed slow circles, pushing you into him. 

“I can feel you getting warmer,” he spoke into your ear. 

You lifted your head, giggling as a smile stretched across your face. You felt drunk. Heavy with a pleasure you’d never felt before. 

“You’re a sexy thing,” Jake growled, dipping his head forward to nip at your neck. His lips secured themselves around the skin, sucking and releasing it with a pop and a little sting. 

Your head tilted back, allowing him more room as his lips moved to you again, hands still working a steady rhythm over your hips. You readied yourself for the delicious sting again, but instead you felt the hotness of his tongue licking up a bold stripe before his teeth bit down around you. You whined again, jumping at the feeling before melting back into him. 

“Y/n,” he whispered.

The sound of your name in his mouth still shocked you.

“I think you’re ready.”

“What do you m-?” you yelped as he began to stand. Your legs quickly wrapped around his waist, your arms holding you up. He walked you over to the bed, placing you down gently as one would a princess. 

His hands planted themselves firmly into the mattress, holding him to hover over you. Your legs were held together by his knees planted on either side of them. His necklace swayed above your head and his hair cascaded down, pieces of it tickling your face.

“Do you know what happens next?” he asked, lips only a few inches from yours. 

“I don’t know,” you whispered, feeling a shame prickling at your cheeks.

“That’s okay,” he soothed, leaning himself to kneel upright, still trapping your legs beneath him. “Why don’t you come up here?”

He reached out his hand and you grabbed it to help pull yourself up. As you climbed up to your knees, he drew closer. His hand smoothed over your hair as he looked down at your sparkling eyes looking back up at him. 

“You can take my shirt off, if you want,” he breathed in a sultry tone. 

You looked from his eyes to his chest, staring at the skin exposed by the lack of buttons. Your finger reached out, eyes staring wide in wonder as you traced along the metal of the coin necklace.

“We can keep that on,” he smirked, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist, bringing the palm of your hand to his skin where his own hand rested atop.

You gasped again at the feeling of his stirring chest, still not used to the stolen souvenirs that lay beneath it. This time his smirk deepened as his hand let go. Your fingertips slid down his torso until they reached the first button of his shirt. Your eyes quickly glanced to his.

He gave you a nod.

You unfastened the first button. The fabric fell away from his skin, revealing his navel and the small trail of hair underneath it. You undid the second button and then the third and the shirt opened up.

You looked back up at him again. His eyes were watching you, his mouth hanging open slightly. 

“You can do it.”

You reached up to lift the shirt off his shoulders. He let it fall off them before pushing it to the floor. Your eyes lit up at the sight of his bare chest. His skin looked smooth to the touch but there were faded scars along it. Your fingers found one that you softly traced.  

“That one’s from a little brush with a man called William. You should have seen what I did to him,” Jake teased, grinning at the longone memory. 

You smiled, staring up at him in subtle awe- his whole face seemed to melt you with its perfection. Your heart was bursting and your head was swelling.

You moved your hand to travel up his chest. You let yourself explore the skin, taking your time as you touched there and there. Your hands drifted over to his arms- he flexed for you and the curves of muscles appeared. You blushed, running your hands along their strength.

You took your time feeling his collarbones and then his shoulders before finally touching his chin, and then his lips. He took your wrist again, stopping you so that his lips could slowly close around your index finger. Your eyes fluttered as he drew it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it before pulling it out with a knowing smirk. 

Your breath picked up as you felt the warmth spread through you again. His touch was like a thousand hot pins dancing on your skin.

His tongue quickly darted across his lips. He paused.

“Now I take this off.” His hands found the bottom of your dress. “Is that okay, sweetheart?”

An excitement thrilled through you. Your eyes were locked on his, waiting for some sort of answer to put itself forth. You finally nodded slowly, feeling a nervousness ghost in as well.

He lifted up the bottom until it reached your chest. You lifted up your arms to allow it over your head. He tossed that too to the floor and his eyes shifted over the chemise that tightly hugged your skin. His hands traced over your hips again before tucking into the bottom of the under garment. When your eyes met his he smirked, pulling it up above your hips. You lifted your arms again as he pulled the thin linen away from you.

As he placed it on the floor his eyes never left your body. They hazed over and his mouth hung slightly open as he took in every inch of your skin. 

Instinctively, you clamped your arms across your chest. It felt strange to be undressed in front of someone, especially with the way he was looking at you. It felt intoxicating and addicting, but somewhat overwhelming all the same.

“Hey, it’s okay. What happened?” He looked away from your nakedness, searching your eyes with a concerned expression. 

“Just got nervous,” you looked down, embarrassed. 

He picked up your chin until you were looking at him. He brushed the back of his hand over your cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” you rushed out. “I want to keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded firmly.

“Can I look at you, angel?”

You nodded again and slowly put your arms by your sides. You watched his eyes rake over you. The expression on his face held a wildness that you could tell he tried hard to hide. 

“You’re beautiful,” he sighed.

Your face flushed a deep pink. 

He forgot himself for a moment and his hand twitched forward to touch you. He held it back and quickly looked to your face. “Can I?”

“Yes,” you quivered. 

The coolness of his hands as they first touched your stomach caused you to jump. They slid along the skin and around to your back before drifting lower. They cupped your ass, squeezing it lightly. He then brought them to your hips and then to your waist. His eyes followed his hands as they came up to your breasts. He took one in his hand, drifting his palm over your nipple before kneading at the supple flesh.

“Oh,” you sighed. His eyes snapped to yours, watching your flushed expression. “I like it when you do that.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, tilting his face closer. “What about this?”

He wrapped his lips around your other breast, suckling at your nipple. A quiet whimper struggled at your closed lips. Then you remembered what he had said about making sounds. He did it again, using more suction this time as his hand worked over the other. You sighed again, grabbing onto his shoulder to steady yourself. Jake’s tongue lapped over the bud, softly, before drawing it back into his mouth while his fingers squeezed and pinched at the other. You whined and hissed. He switched where his mouth and his fingers were, leaving one nipple cold against the cool air. 

“Jake.”

He pulled off of you for a second, looking up. You looked at him back in that same drunkenness.

“That feels good, but I really liked it when I was sitting on your lap.”

He stretched up, a smirk on his face as he began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” you blushed.

“Nothing, you're just adorable.”

You scrunched your face up as he laughed again.

He looked at you for a moment without saying anything. His pupils were dark and his smile, twisting.

“I can show you something that feels even better. Do you want that?”

“What is it?” you asked him with wide eyes. 

“Down here,” his hand slid down your stomach, stopping just above the space between your thighs. A shiver went down your spine and you watched his face carefully. “It’s like a flower. It’s delicate, and beautiful, and it can feel really good when you open it up.” 

“How do you do that?”

“Well I can show you, sweetheart. Is that what you want?” 

“Yes,” you blurted, so sure this time that you felt as if you could burst.

His hand dipped even lower and his fingers slid down your folds, feeling wet to the touch.

“Oh,” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Does that feel good?” he asked, tone slightly teasing.

“Mmmh.” 

He took that as a sign to keep going, sliding his fingers back up to draw slow circles around your soft bud. Your body twitched slightly, falling into him as he continued the motion. His own moan, just barely audible, drifted off his tongue, his eyes zeroed in on his hand. You watched the look on his face, wondering if it was similar to how you looked- or rather felt. His own face seemed dipped in the pleasure you were experiencing. He licked over his lips, biting his teeth down around them, his eyebrows tipped up ever so slightly. 

“Can you feel how wet you are?” He slid back down, gathering up more of your slick. You felt your thighs begin to tremble. 

You nodded.

“Do you know what that means?”

You shook your head.

“It means you’re ready to be opened. But you have to feel ready too. Do you feel ready?” 

“Yes. I do.”  

“Okay pretty girl. Come here.”

You scooted closer and he grabbed your hand. 

“Can I borrow this?” he asked with a charming smile.

Your face flushed again as you nodded yes.

He brought your hand to his trousers, cupping it over something hard and warm in his pants. He squeezed your hand around him, letting out a low sigh. He let go and started to undo the cloth that held up the pants. When he pushed them off his legs, a stiff mass bobbed up which he took it in his hand. You watched, amazed, as his fist stroked it up and down. He bit his lip as he sighed out a moan. 

He let go and stalked closer, the piece of hardened flesh still poking outwards. Jake grabbed your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his. 

“You can touch it. Do you want to?”

You nodded. 

He took your hand and brought it back down. You felt the softness of his skin. He helped wrap your hand around him. It fit perfectly.

“It's kind of like a sword,” he smiled bashfully, the hints of a smirk. “This is where I feel good.”

You wanted to make him feel good. You did what you had seen him do- moving your hand up his length. He softly cursed under his breath, muttering the words, “so soft.”

He leaned his face down, leveling his lips with yours. “This is what goes inside here,” he whispered as his hand pressed back between your thighs. You felt a fast shock of pleasure as his fingers touched you, but they drew away just as quick. 

You looked up at him, blushing as a smile crept along your face.

“But first, I want to kiss you there.”

“Okay.”

“Lay back on the bed,” he coaxed, tilting his chin up to motion.

You settled into the pillow as he crawled back over you. You watched his hardness swing as his hips moved. He leaned down to kiss your neck. His lips drifted across your breasts. He kissed you there, and on your stomach and all the way to the top of your thigh. Once he reached there he sat back on his heels, hand replacing his mouth.

His palms ran over the tops of your thighs. You squirmed deliciously below him, the anticipation making you restless. His eyes flicked carefully to yours as his hands tucked into the inside of your thighs. He pried them apart, lifting them to pull to the side, leaving you spread wide open, feet planted on the bed. It felt strange to be so openly on display and you had to stop yourself from closing your legs, but you wanted it all the same. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him looking at you. He looked out of breath, almost. His eyelids fluttered and he licked his lips. He closed his eyes, capturing the moment to store away in his memory. 

He moved back on the bed to give himself room to lay down. He took his time positioning his face right in front of you. Next he fastened his hair back into a low bun. A single curl fell to the front of his face which he blew out of the way.

“You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.” He looked to your face, expression painted in awe. 

You blushed, turning away to bury your face in the pillow. His hand smoothed over the inside of your thigh. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jake leaned his face closer and with his eyes trained on yours, pressed his tongue against your entrance. In one steady movement he ran it upwards between your folds until stopping at the top. Your head fell back with pleasure and your hand gripped at the sheets. 

“Oh,” was all you could say.

Jake’s hand held the insides of your thighs, spreading them wider to go back for more. He hummed against your skin as he kissed your soft bud. His lips opened, allowing it to slip inside. It felt like hot silk when his tongue lapped you over, mixing with your juices.

When his mouth pulled off of you it sounded wet. He looked at you wearing a teasing grin.

“Darling, you taste just as sweet as you look. I never want to stop,” he rasped, eyes lustful.

He slid his arms under your legs, wrapping his hands around them to pull you down onto his tongue. Your body slid forward, feet falling from their place on the bed to wrap over his back. His eyes closed in concentration and his brows furrowed. His tongue flattened and he dragged it up again. You struggled to keep your head up as he began to devour you, sucking you into his mouth, letting his tongue lap over you again and again.

You felt something building inside you. Like the warmness from before, only this time it was spreading. Jake pulled his mouth away, leaving a thin trail of spit connecting the two of you. His lips curled into a smirk as he landed a wad of spit right to your core. His tongue slid over you again and the added slickness made it feel all the more heavenly. 

He kept going and you felt yourself slipping into a new state. Your body began to move with him- hips chasing his mouth and hands finding his hair. It surprised you how easy it was to be connected to him like this. Everytime he pulled his tongue away it felt like a piece of you was missing. Your body started to twitch and clench, growing more and more impatient. 

Jake kissed you once more, then his eyes turned back to you.

“Want to try the last part?”

“Which part?”

Jake’s hand fell from your thigh to the mattress where he teased his fingertip near the bottom of your slit. Already you began to feel the momentum wearing off, your body returning to its natural state. He pressed the finger against you, just rubbing the outside of your entrance. You watched him carefully.

“This part.” 

He sat back up to his knees, brandishing his hardness which he took in his hand. He pushed his finger into you only slightly- not more than an inch. You gasped suddenly and a low smirk settled on his face.

“Does that feel good too?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Good. It’ll feel even better with this,” he stroked himself again.

“Will that…” you looked down, then back to his face. “Hurt?”

He bit his lip. “It might, just a little.”

Your face flashed with panic. He quickly took your hand in his.

“But it only hurts for a second. Then it feels really, really good.” His lips curled even more wickedly. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you said, smiling at its truth. Fear was not something you felt with him.

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

He walked forward on his knees until he was right between your legs. They were still spread open and you could feel the air on your core. One of his hands grabbed your waist and the other pushed the hair away from your face. You looked up at him with twinkling eyes that almost broke his heart all over again.

“I’ll go slow, okay angel? And you just tell me what to do. You can tell me you want to stop, or go slower…” he paused, letting his tongue dart over his lips. “Or you can tell me to go faster, or harder.” The side of his lips curled up. “It’s whatever you like.” 

Faster, harder. A new wave of warmness tingled through you. You smiled, staring deep into his eyes as you nodded. 

Jake planted his hand into the mattress right by your head. He leaned down until his face was directly over yours- you could smell yourself on his breath. The hand at your waist moved to his length, bringing it closer to your center. Holding himself in his hand, he dragged the tip through your folds. 

You both sighed deeply, your bodies seeming to melt into each other's. He did it a second time and a soft moan drifted out of you. Your hand twitched closer to his face, but you pulled yourself back at the last second. 

“You can touch me,” he said.

You let your hand slide to his shoulder, grabbing on just to hold something. He pressed himself to where his finger had been, just at the front. You could feel the resistance already. Your body tensed up.

“Slow, okay?”

You nodded.

He started to push himself into you and you felt the force it took to do so. He only reached an inch inside by the time your face scrunched up, hand twisting into the sheets. The pain was interesting. It was pressure, and dull.

“See, not so bad right?”

“Not so bad,” you chuckled.

He smiled.

He sank in an inch deeper. This time you hissed in a breath through your teeth. It felt like you were being ripped open. His face tilted back and you watched his adam's apple move as he let out a tight groan. He pulled back, leaving you feeling empty once more.

Using his hand, he gathered up some of your wetness to smooth over himself. Jake moved back, sliding in a bit deeper, stretching you out from the inside. Your fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders of their own accord. He drew in a sharp breath.

“Oh, sorry!” you blurted, pulling your hand away from him.

“No, sweetheart.” His eyes danced wildly. “I liked it. Give me a couple more scars.”

You felt a flush of pleasure surging through you. He looked feral as he hung above you, eyes dark and muscles straining.

It took every ounce of self control for him not to slam into you. Already, you were enveloping him in a softness he knew all too well- one he was bound to crave. 

His hips gave a slight jerk, just sinking in another inch. You gave a wince of pain and he pulled away again.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. Look at me alright?” 

You found his face.

“Just relax, sweetheart. Take a deep breath in…” he soothed, rubbing the side of your face. You breathed in deeply, keeping your eyes on his. “Now let it out...”

At the moment you let out the breath, Jake sank the rest of the way into you. A strangled moan burst from your lips and your fingers dug into his back. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes fluttering closed. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the sting, your bodies pressed tightly together. You took another breath, feeling the pain starting to melt away. 

“Did that hurt?”

“A little bit, but I thought it would hurt more,” you grinned.

“That’s right. You’re okay,” he reassured, dipping down to kiss you.

He hummed into your cheek as his lips pressed against it. He nuzzled his nose, sending you into a short fit of giggles. He smiled toothily.

“I’m gonna move now. Alright, angel?”

“Okay, Jake.”

“You just keep being so good.” He gave your cheek a heavy kiss. “So pretty.” A kiss to your other cheek. “So adorable.” Another. “So good for me, right?”

Your softened eyes looked up at him. You gave a bashful nod. 

He beamed back at you before looking down to your body. His hand held your waist as he withdrew from you. He inched back inside making you feel so full. He bit his bottom lip in concentration, repeating the action to push back a little harder.

And then you started to like the stretch. The feeling of you being wrapped around him so tightly, he has to push himself inside. He was so rock hard and warm inside you. He filled you up so nicely. There was no pain, only that same warmth that started to creep up your toes.

Your hand smoothed down his back as he repeated the action. There were soft mumbles on your tongue that seemed to float out of you, sans permission. The feeling was similar to what it was before, only this time stronger. There was a connection that you’d never felt before. When he pressed his body flush to you, you just needed more.

“Jake,” you sighed. “Do it again. Do it… can you just- deeper,” your words floated. 

His lips twisted into an evil smirk. He brought himself back, rippling down to the hilt, pressing inside even harder. 

A long stretched out moan fluttered out of you. Your eyes were closed as your hands gripped his flesh. He did it again, pulling out to press back inside, pushing your body up on the bed with the pressure. His strokes were slow and long, reaching a place so deep inside you- it felt like heaven. 

He pulled back again, only this time his hips jutted forward, snapping back into you. Your body jolted and your stomach muscles contracted, leaving you sitting half upright. Jake groaned loudly, clutching your waist as he pulled himself out to thrust back inside.

“Oh god,” you choked out.

“Princess,” he muttered, hand absentmindedly drifting over your face as his hips found a steady rhythm. “How’s this?”

The pillow soft head of his length was tucking into you with every sweet thrust. His hands were on your waist, holding you in one place so he could thump into you. His eyes watched your face, hungry with desire. When he shifted his hips to thrust up into you, the sensation heightened and you loudly sighed his name.

“Yeah?” he purred, voice dripping with amusement. “Is that the spot?”

He got a little faster, every thrust building the pleasure until your head fell back on the pillow and your mouth opened. You could hear the connecting of your bodies. The dull slapping of skin coated in wetness.

Your hands dug into his back and your eyes started to flutter to the back of your head. You had heard him speak, but you couldn’t seem to answer. You were making sounds that you didn’t intend to. Your throat seemed to constrict with breaths that came out sounding shaky and high pitched. You could feel something coming.

“Are you still in there, angel?” Jake asked, wearing a proud smile at the sight of you lost in the pleasure he was granting you. 

A strangled moan tumbled from your lips as a particularly hard thrust slammed his length into you. You could feel the wetness coating you both, aiding his movements to be faster. You nodded your head, gripping at his shoulder.

“I feel like…” your voice trailed off as waves of pleasure swam through you. A wanton whine climbed its way out of your mouth. “Somethings…” you bit your lip, scrunching your eyes shut to try and force out the words. “...happening I think.” Every inch of your body felt light and tingly, your head so dizzy that the words seemed to get lost.

“It’s okay, darling. You’re almost there, just let it happen,” he cooed, hand sliding up to your face. 

He leaned down on one elbow with his other arm extended- hand planted next to your head. His body rolled over yours, your chests flush with each other, lips almost touching as he whispered, “You’re about to cum, sweetie,” his voice softened, his next words spoken in a near teasing manner. “And it’s gonna feel reaal good. Just let go and let me get you there.”

Your body shuddered at the closeness of his words. 

It didn’t take long for his powerful and steady thrusts to push you over the edge. It started small. Little moans and sighs tumbled from your lips. You sounded lost, almost broken.

As the pleasure rose, your skin started to prickle with it. Your legs began to shake and your heart beat faster. Your hands were relentless in their scratching and clawing as he continued to drive into you. Soon the moans became whimpers. You could feel yourself growing more needy. The heat rose to your body and you started to feel even lighter.

“Come on, sweetie. Cum for me,” Jake urged, his voice ragged and eager.

Soon you let go. The subtle shaking of your legs turned into uncontrollable twitches. You could feel yourself exploding underneath him, bursts of ecstasy going off like cannons. It was so intense that you lost your ability to speak. You were gasping, sighing, moaning and whimpering, making every sound under the sun. It was like being bathed in light with its warmness as it spread through you. You tried to reach out to hold him, to hold anything as your body shook.

Off in the distance you could hear him speaking his praise as you lost yourself beneath him- “That’s it angel, let it out. You’re so good, squeezing me so tight. I bet it feels soo good. So adorable. I’m gonna cum too.”

In seconds Jake stilled, letting out a huge groan as you felt something shoot inside you. It coated your walls as he drove it in and out. Your own body still twitched with the remnants of pleasure when he finally slowed to a stopping point. He let out a big breath, his eyes hazy, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

You took a deep breath yourself as you began to come back to reality. You all of a sudden felt tired. Your hands slide from his back to his face, pulling him in to kiss you. He did, so softly that it almost hurt. 

As his lips kissed yours, he snaked his hand under your back to flip you over. He lay on the pillow, you on top of him and your bodies still connected. You rested your head on his chest, letting the rest of you sink into him. His hand rubbed circles on your back. 

“What did you think, angel?”

“That was perfect.”

You soon fell asleep, laying on his chest. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the ceiling. He continued to rub slow circles into your back. He could feel the tickle of your hair on his skin, the warmth of your breath. He felt a part of himself breaking just by looking at you. It was over and he wouldn’t be able to give you anything else, ever again. He wouldn’t be able to give you what you wanted.

-

You finally woke, finding him in his daze. You touched his face softly, and he stirred to look back at you. He didn’t smile.

“Jake?”

He took your hand in his, searching deep within you, hoping, willing you to understand so that he didn’t have to break your heart with words. You watched him. Part of you knew, part of you didn’t, but all of you pretended not to.

You leaned forward, hoping to catch his lips once again, but his hand came firmly to your chest. You could feel your throat closing as your eyes prickled with tears.

He looked so different somehow.

“Are you… leaving?” you whispered.

Jake’s face turned to the window. He watched the slow rise and fall of the waves, the sunset out on the horizon.

“No. No you can’t!” your voice trembled, rising in volume.

His hand squeezed yours, but his face did not look back at you.

“Please Jake! Stay! You have to stay!”

“You know I can’t. My home isn’t on any land.”

“Then take my soul. Please take it, I don’t want it anymore!”

“Y/n,” he warned, voice rising, eyes shooting to yours. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I do know what I’m asking for! You can’t just come here and then leave again! I thought you were supposed to take things. That’s what pirates do. Take it, please I don’t want it anymore.” 

He didn’t move. He wouldn’t look at you. Your body crumpled on the bed. Hot tears streaked your cheeks as you watched him ignore you. It wouldn’t be fair not to mention the look on his face, however. He looked completely empty. Like he had never known happiness in his entire life. He couldn’t bear to look at you because he felt all of the same feelings you did. But he was a sailor. His home wasn’t on any land. 

You climbed over on the bed, grabbing his shoulders to shake them. “Why won’t you look at me! I hate you!” 

You tried to push him over but he seized your wrists, holding you back as you kept screaming and crying in his face. He wanted to hug you. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to cry with you and sleep with you and comfort you. His chest was aching. His absence of a heart was breaking in two and he simply couldn’t bear it.

A single tear fell down his cheek. And that was the last time you ever saw him.

-

You woke hours later in your bed, the sun pouring in through your window. When you sat up, you were confused, and tired. Your head was heavy and your eyes were puffy. It took a few moments for you to remember what had happened. 

Was it just a dream?

Something slumped around your neck. You reached your hand to your chest, feeling cold, hard metal. You looked down and found Jake’s coin necklace hung around your neck. Your heart leapt. You searched desperately around your room, but he was nowhere to be found. 

When you got up to look outside your window, the tears already in your eyes, you could see the ocean, and you knew he was home. 

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