#promise breaker. i hate that

[lynxalon]

gamers i feel fuckennnnnn terrible ✌️

[snixx]

how much would you fight for the person you love before giving up on them?

[moongreenlight]

Have you ever seen that corny ass skit where it’s the girl talking to her husband asking him to fix things and he says “I’m not a plumber” “I’m not a carpenter” bla bla bla and then one day he comes home and the girl’s like “oh yeah I had the neighbor come over to fix the things you wouldn’t” and the neighbor says she can either bake him a cake or sleep with him as payment so the husband asks “so what kind of cake did you bake him?” And the girl says “I’m not a baker?”

Very much Neighbor!Price x stay-at-home-mom!reader coded :)

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

Neighbor!Price who’s found a quiet little cul-de-sac to settle in when he’s got some time off. It’s a little neighborhood, mostly older people who’re thrilled to have a man like him around to help bring out bins and offer to mow their lawns or rake their leaves or shovel their drives when he’s around.

But somehow he’s found the only other younger family in the area living directly next to him. Parents are a few years his junior, and they’ve got two young kids. He assumes the boy, the older one, is early elementary age- sees you herding him into the car in the morning with a pack lunch and a backpack that’s nearly the same size as he is to and from the house in the morning and afternoon. And the girl, the younger, must be in pre-k, because she’s only out for half the day and doesn’t get the same pack lunch her brother gets.

He’s gotten to know you pretty well. When he’s around, the two of you will chat while you’re tending your garden and he’s working in his garage carrying out some odd project or another. He thinks you’re sweet. Likes the way you wear overalls with a little top when you’re planting flowers in the beds out front. How when you bend over or stand at the right angle he can imagine you’re not wearing a top at all.

He hates your husband. He’s crass and rude and never waves hello to any of the neighbors- odd for such a friendly little community. Leaves for work early and comes home late and leaves you to fend for yourself all day. Doesn’t know how to interact with you or your kids. And Price is almost certain he doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked because his bedroom window looks over your living room and he’s caught you on the couch with your hand down your pants more times than could have been coincidence.

He’s known to be the neighborhood handyman. Got a little workshop set up in his garage and a general knowledge about nearly everything, so it’s not uncommon that he gets a knock on the door a few times a week. Usually it’s some of the older neighbors popping over to see if he can fix their TVs or help their grandkids connect to the Wi-Fi, but it’s a pleasant surprise when you turn up on his porch mid-morning.

You’re scrunching the ends of your soaking wet hair in a towel. Apologizing as soon as you hear him turn the deadbolt. Feverishly going on about how you must have blown a circuit in the bathroom trying to dry your hair and you’d usually be able to manage but your husband shoved a bookshelf in front of the breaker and you can’t get through to it.

He’s sweet about it. Always is, but especially for you. Follows you over to your place and promises you no less than ten times that it’s really no trouble. He’s happy to help. It’s a quick fix, but he drags it out as long as he can. Insists on following you up and down the stairs from the basement to the top floor twice to make sure everything’s working properly.

He notices that the bathroom door sticks and that the fire alarm in the hallway is chirping from a low battery. You apologize for the toys in the living room and the clean laundry pile on the couch and the state of your house. Say that your husband is racking up a hefty to-do list with a small laugh that’s just a bit too forced.

He’s thrilled to tell you that he’s got some free time later in the week and says he’ll come over if only to help out your husband. Makes some backhanded remark about how your husband is clearly a busy lad. You refuse- of course- sweet thing that you are, but he turns up the next day after you’ve taken your kids to school anyway.

He tails you up the drive so there’s no way you can shut him out. Shushes you when you try to apologize for one reason or another and takes off to fix not only the sticky bathroom door and the fire alarm batteries, but also the dripping kitchen faucet and the garbage disposal that’s been broken for months.

You try to stay clear of whatever room he’s working in, chirping short responses to whatever nonsense question he asked in an attempt to lure you over. It was only when he was about to head out and he saw you leaning on the dryer to keep it shut that he saw his golden opportunity.

You were clearly trying to hide it, but even with a small load of clothes in, it sounded like you’d thrown a pair of boots into a tin garbage pail and shook it hard as you could. You tried to shoo him off, but he wasn’t having any of it.

There’s enough skirting around the subject to give you chance to turn down his advances, but when he realizes you’re not outright telling him to go fuck himself, he’s essentially taking it as a challenge to see if he can’t push you to that point.

Hoists you up on the still clanging machine and pushes between your legs on the weak pretense of needing you there to keep the door shut while he works. The machine shook the straps of your top down off your shoulders and made him acutely aware of the fact that you hadn’t had the time to put on a bra yet. It made his pants near painfully tight on the crotch.

He’d try and make idle chat. Your kids and plans for the day, but it’s entirely too hard for him to focus on anything other than the way your thighs are pressing together as the dry cycle started to bang the machine around more. He makes a light comment about how he’s not sure how you get anything done around the house with the dryer in this state. Your laugh is breathy.

And when he leans over you to reach to the back of the machine, he can feel the way your soft panting breaths fan his neck. Confirms his suspicions.

“Alright?”

You’re chewing the inside of your lip while you nod. Clearly starved for stimulation if all it takes is a dry cycle to get you off. Poor thing.

It’s stuffy in the laundry room. Adds to the appeal. Makes your shorts ride up and stick to your legs. Your thighs are dewy and glide together when you shift under his gaze.

“You sure, doll?”

The two of you are almost nose-to-nose. You’re leaned back, caged in by his big arms that look even bigger in his almost obscenely tight shirt. He’s smiling. Letting his eyes wander to your collarbones. The way your throat bobbed when you swallowed.

Before you could choke out your answer, the dryer stopped. Chimed the alert and slowly stilled. You took a shaky breath and nodded once more, looking like you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed or relieved. He backed off, stretched out his hand to help you down.

You lead him to the kitchen. Ask if you can get him anything. Tea or food. He declines. You say something about stopping to get cash when you’re out picking up your daughter in a couple hours. He declines again.

“John, really, I appreciate your help. You have to let me get you back.”

You’re filling the kettle with water anyway, leaned just slightly over the sink. He knows it’s impolite to stare, but he’s never had very good manners when it came to things like that.

“Bake me a cake or somethin’, then. Sleep with me. Won’t take your money, though.”

You whirl around and end up sloshing some water down your front. Doesn’t seem to phase you. Your eyebrows are damn near at your hairline.

“I don’t know if that’s appropriate, considering…”

He snorts a soft laugh. It’s kind- not at all suggestive. Like he’s playing off a clever joke.

“What? Baking me a cake?”

You purse your lips and set the kettle on the stove.

“Never been a very good baker.”

He about hurdles the kitchen island like he’s running track.

“That right?”

You make a thoughtful sound before clicking on the burner. He can see you biting back a smile. You finally turn to face him. Leaned back on your hands with your head cocked slightly to the side.

“I just don’t know that it would be appropriate given our- my- situation.”

It’s his turn to hum and nod. Take a few steps forward, slow and slinky like a predator stalking toward its prey.

“Sure.”

You chew your bottom lip. Try to find some resolve in fussing with your wedding ring. It’s horrible. Small. He can’t help but think about how he’d be able to get you a much better one. He takes a few more steps forward.

“It’s complicated, John.”

Your voice is mousy now.

“I know.”

A few more steps forward and he’s back nose-to-nose with you. Pinning you against the counter.

“I just-“

“Then tell me to go home.”

The button of his jeans grazes your groin and sends sparks up your spine. You recoil slightly, but he’s got his massive hands on your wrists to keep you in place.

“My husb-“

“Don’t. S’not what I said. Tell me to go home. Tell me to go home, and I’ll leave. S’easy as that.”

The coarse hair of his beard brushes along your jaw. Visible goosebumps rise all the way up your neck and down your arms.

“John, he-“

A throaty growl from him.

“He’s not getting a lick of you.”

And then somehow he’s got you on your back on the couch. Shoved off the pile of laundry and pushed you down. His eyes are near pitch black and hungry. Ravenous. He tears off your shorts. Doesn’t wait for you to hoist your hips, just yanks so hard that you’re a little worried you’ll get thrown off the couch with them.

He is wretched. Planting wet kisses from the inside of your knee all the way up to your sex frustratingly slow. Big hands splayed over your hips to keep you from bucking up into his mouth. He’s got this maddeningly smug smile on his face like he’s waiting for the perfect moment to say I told you so. Like he knew this was going to happen from the start, you were just too stupid to see.

Your underwear is embarrassingly wet from your little go on the dryer. Your pussy puffy and sensitive underneath. You whine when he kisses over the damp spot. Laves his tongue over your folds without pulling them to the side. He makes some comment about the state of you that borders on snarky, but you choose to ignore it.

When he finally does rid you of your panties, there’s a moment of clarity where you realize what you’re doing. You push up on your elbows and try to roll out from under him, but he gives your clit a mean slap that forces you back onto the couch and ends your protest. Sends you to that liminal, clouded headspace where all you can focus on is how desperately you need to come.

It’s clear he’s savoring the moment. Running the point of his tongue through your folds. Teasing at your hole. Artfully swirling around your clit, but never close enough to give you the friction you’re so desperately craving. Planting hot, wet kisses on your inner thighs. Leaves a few love bites in his wake like he’s boasting; so certain your husband wouldn’t get close enough to notice that he had no problem decorating you as he pleased.

You’re a mess. Being taken apart stitch by stitch. Panting and whining and begging for more. Your orgasm is coiling tight under your belly without him having to do much. Any other time you’d have felt a little pathetic, but you were too preoccupied to care now.

He finally brings his hands up and you think he’s about to stuff you full, but he only lets his fingers drag slowly along your sensitive sex. Collects some of your arousal and pulls it up toward your naval. Watches the goosebumps form under his touch.

He rucks your shirt up with his free hand and immediately wraps his lips around your pebbled nipples. Tongues at them. Lets his teeth graze teasingly over them. And whatever one he’s not got currently in his mouth, he’s working his fingers over. Pinching and flicking until you’re teary eyed and squirming under him.

And then finally, fucking finally, he ducks back down and fixes his mouth on your clit. Sucks gently on the swollen bud for just a moment and then companies his mouth with two fingers bullying their way inside you.

The stretch is almost uncomfortable in its suddenness, but you quickly get used to it. The pleasure is blinding. Forces you to throw your head back against the cushion and screw your eyes tightly shut. A string of high, needy moans float through your gaped lips.

He’s sweet, Jesus, is he. Hums and groans with his mouth still on your bundle of nerves. Pulls away just enough to tell you how pretty your pussy is taking him before going back to work on your sensitive clit. You want to scream. You think you may actually come entirely undone on this couch if he doesn’t stop.

And then your orgasm coils so tightly within you that it explodes outward. Tears through you and leaves every square inch of your skin sizzling. He doesn’t let up. Pins you down by the stomach with his forearm and continues down his warpath. The sounds his fingers make when they sink into you are so pornographic that it makes your face hot.

You eventually find it in you to warble out something that sounded like please, too much. And he pulled off, still with that smug grin pulling his lips now surrounded by glistening slick caught in the hair of his beard.

He gives you one last kiss. Lewd and wet and so searing hot you’re worried it will actually blister the sensitive flesh of your cunt. He’ll sit back on his haunches and fuss with the button and zipper of his jeans before saying something horrible and cheeky like

“C’mon, doll. Thought you were set on payin’ me back.”

[katsukikitten]

I stand by my head cannon that Bakugou would like Pretty Woman because his mom made him watch it growing up so he and Mitsuki always watch sappy love stories and rom coms they claim to hate together.

Even well into his pro hero years if a good plot line is out his mom will call and ask him to take her to the movies and he'll bitch and moan cause that's what he does but he never says no. He buys his mom's tickets and all the expensive ass popcorn but Mitsuki sneaks in chocolates and hot tamales, red hots, or even atomic fireball jaw breakers she knows her son loves.

When it's over and he's taking his mom home, they shit talk the movie and praise the parts they like. They laugh and tease before they're finally in front of his childhood home.

"Katsuki, promise me you'll try to fall in love," Her voice is soft before it's back to the feminine gruft hes used to, "preferably before I die."

"Yea yea! Old hag I fuckin hear ya, ya want grandbabies and shit." She swats at him through the window.

"No!! No! I just want yer dumb ass happy. Ya've got a big heart but ya don't allow yerself any joy outside of work. That's bad for ya!" Landing a smack on the back of his head, it doesn't hurt but he still feels the ghost of the sting. Only because of how often she did that growing up.

"You deserve the sappy love story shit too son. Don't forget it."

[radiant-reid]

I would love to see a blurb or later season Spencer with a reader whose scared to have sex bc her ex constantly told her she was bad at it

aw no this is so sad, i hope you're okay <3

"Can I ask you something?" Spencer asks softly while you lay together as you come down from the rush of oxytocin and dopamine.

He was inside you less than five minutes ago, but he still feels the need for permission to get into a deep conversation. "Mm-hmm." You hum, internally bracing yourself for him to nicely comment on your abilities.

"Do you actually want to be having sex with me?" He asks without any judgment in his tone. "Because we don't have to, you know? It's not a deal breaker to me."

"I'm just... scared." You chose the word carefully, but it doesn't embody the full feeling.

His heart drops in his chest when he realizes that maybe it's not been all that he thinks it is for you. "Have I been hurting you?"

You quickly shake your head. "No, no. I just... wasn't sure you... liked it?"

Spencer's eyes widen in shock about how you could possibly be under that impression. "I have thoroughly enjoyed every second of it." He assures you. "Why would you think otherwise?"

You cringe, which is very noticeable to a profiler who knows you so deeply. "I'm not... good."

His scoff is in disbelief. "That's not at all true." He promises, reaching out to gently hold your cheek. "You're very good."

"You think?" You ask, skeptical of his assurance while you push through and tell the full truth without tearing up. "I was always told I was bad at it."

"What?" Spencer rhetorically asks. "My love, that is so far from the truth. I hate that you've been feeling that way, but I can assure you that's not true. You're wonderful to be with."

You smile softly at his sweet words, knowing he's speaking the truth. "Thank you. You're wonderful to be with as well."

[simphornies]

A/N: I'm not feeling well. It's that time of the month and I am struggling. I apologize if this part isn't written as well as the others :(

Word count: 3.5k (3,595)

part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5, finale

Deal Breaker [ Vox x Angel!Reader ] part 3

Your first day working with the Vees consisted of you being in one of Velvette’s shows. You were shoved into multiple outfits that were definitely out of your comfort zone. Your wings were out the whole time and boosted the popularity. At the end of the show, Velvette was trying to get you to be one of her official models.

“Y/N! As much as I hate your alliances, I do love the energy you bring on the stage.” She flicks her hand to get you into a more formal attire for your stay. You matched Vox’s suit, color scheme and all. You were convinced it’s just a dress version of his outfit. You let out a relieved sigh, happy that you’re finally comfortable.

“Flattered at your offer however I have the hotel to tend to. I have not the time to spare to become a model for you. Apologies.” You politely declined making Velvette groan.

Vox walks up to you, his hands clapping at your performance. “What a wondrous performance! I see you wore the necklace I gifted you.” He grins, glancing at the shining piece of jewelry around your neck. It was a diamond studded eye necklace surrounded with 3 sets of wings, something that matched your usual outfit.

“Ah, yes. I do adore it. Thank you.” You smile, “I see you’re wearing the bow tie I’ve gifted you as well?”

He fiddled the bow in question with pride, “Proudly. It was given to me by you.” He takes your hand in his to kiss it, something that became a constant occurrence between you two. “Shall we meet in my office?”

You nod, following him, hand still in his. The time you’ve shared with him has gotten you quite accustomed to the demon. You started to feel warm but you fought against it. You promised Charlie and Alastor both that you would keep your guard up and stay safe. Vox’s intentions weren’t clear to you and you still couldn’t comprehend why he suddenly decided to strike a deal with you.

In his office, you sat across from him, legs crossed awaiting him to start. He was staring at you, eyeing you down so much so it made you a little nervous at what’s to come.

“Y/N. Before we continue…” He starts, “I want to inform you of something you did.”

Your head tilted to the side, “Yes…?”

“The night you got drunk, you started to strip in front of me.” He blankly states, doing his best to maintain his composure while you lost yours.

Your face flushed in embarrassment, turning red at his words. “I sincerely apologize! That was unbecoming of me.” You profusely apologized, “I may have forgotten to warn you and tell you exactly why I typically stick to just one bottle of my usual champagne.”

Vox just laughed in response, “My dear, no need to get so flustered. For your sake, I did ask for someone else to help dress you and left as soon as I saw the state you were in.” He raised his arms up in defense, “I didn’t push my chances and left immediately. I hardly looked.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, “Thank you. I truly apologize.”

“Now that that’s out of the way. Let’s circle back to our agreement from our first meeting. You said you will need 3 days to consider the offer. Have you chosen an answer?” The joy on his face was back to a serious one as soon as he asked.

You shake your head, “Unfortunately I have not decided. I struggle to understand your intentions.”

“What is it that makes you struggle? If I’m being completely transparent with you, you are a wonderful and beautiful angel. The 3 days we’ve spent together have been bliss. I would love to have you by my side, always.” He winks at you, “And I’d love to see you half naked again, but sober this time.”

The red creeped back up on your face. “Vox! That is inappropriate to say for this situation. We are discussing business.” You huffed.

“Ah but you are my business, dear.” He gets up and walks over to you, further teasing you by bringing his head up to your ear to whisper. “I absolutely want you.”

You get up quickly, taking a step back from him, absolutely unable to hide the fact that you’re flustered at his actions and words. “I am not well-versed in such things. I cannot provide you the companionship you seek.”

He took a step forward and held your hand, giving you a kiss on your knuckles. “I can show you how, my love.” His signature grin wide on his face, “C’mon baby~ Let me show you how fun it is with me by your side.”

If you were able to melt, you would have melted right then and there. You were a stuttering mess and Vox found entertainment and pleasure watching you be one. You pull your hand away from him and rush to the door.

“Pardon me! I must excuse myself!” You reach for the doorknob but Vox just zaps in front of you.

“Ah ah. Before you go, we’ll be going on a date in a little bit. I’ve already told Velvette to get you in the most gorgeous attire, paid for entirely by yours truly.” He opened the door for you to rush out and head towards your room.

As if on cue, Velvette swings your door open and drags you inside. She immediately swiped her hand to change your outfit into a gorgeous backless fitted dress that sparkled when the light hit it. A slit ran up your thigh and revealed a garter belt that went around it, bearing the VoxTek logo. The neckline plunged down to the middle of your chest. Your formal flat shoes were now black red bottomed heels.

“Alright now sit.” Velvette says, pulling out a chair for you. The speed of everything happening overwhelmed you to the point where you had to give yourself a second to react, “C’mon, I don’t have all day.”

You followed her instructions and sat down. She got to work on your hair quickly, giving you beautiful bouncy curls that rested perfectly on your shoulders. She even did your makeup for you. She worked quickly and quietly and by the end of it, she was grinning with pride from her work. “Perfect. You’re absolutely stunning. Now go. Shoo.”

You were kicked out of your own room with a gentle shove. You tripped over yourself and landed in Vox’s arms. You look up and see him giving you a wide-toothed grin, “You look absolutely beautiful~” He purred into your ear.

Your heart was pounding but so was Vox’s. He meant what he said. He was enamored by your looks and with you dressed up, he was even more attracted. He wants you but he doesn’t seem to know that the way he’s supposed to.

He showered you with gifts and jewels of all kinds. He put on the necklace he gave you around your neck and donned your fingers with expensive rings. He brought you to the most prestigious restaurant in all of Hell after he accessorized you and acted very gentlemanlike. You weren’t used to such things so this was all very new.

In Heaven, most interactions you’ve had with men were with Adam so being treated this nicely was a new thing for you. You remained flustered at everything that just happened. You swore your heart was going to jump out of your chest at the amount of attention he’s giving you. Back at the hotel you mainly stayed in your office to do paperwork and help around with cleanup which meant you lacked the social experience that most would have.

There was a singer performing for the restaurant’s customers that night and you distracted yourself by listening to her. It was Verosika Mayday, a famous popstar that you had heard of. Her voice was beautiful, her body and face matching. Vox watched as you relaxed in your seat, entranced by her voice. He made a mental note that you loved soft and slow music, which was exactly how Verosika’s current song was. He knew this because your eyes lit up the moment the piano slowed down.

After the show, he decided to introduce you to Verosika herself. Bringing him over to the table. You chatted with her about her talents and asked for tips on how she was able to have such a wide vocal range. It wasn’t long into the conversation until you were starting to get tipsy from the amount of alcohol you’d consumed.

Not wanting to repeat the events of the last time you got really drunk, Vox excused himself and led Verosika away, letting you know he’ll be back. He took Verosika backstage where Valentino awaited, somewhere private enough for him to talk to her and for her to not see Valentino. He put her in a trance with his eye and got her to sign a contract with Valentino stating that she will now take the place of Angel Dust. Valentino was more than happy to have the curvy, popular succubus popstar to be his and quickly decided to make her his new toy.

Vox worked fast to fulfill your wishes, swearing it was to steal your power when in reality he wanted to see your smile. When he came back to the table, you were getting ready to down an entire bottle of vodka to which he confiscated from your hands making you huff.

“Now now. I told you. Last time you got fucked up, you were stripping and I would rather not go through that again.” He had given the bottle he took from you back to a waiter. He lifted your chin with finger, looking deeply into your eyes. “Mm. You look wonderful with a blush across your face.”

He pulled away from you and held his hands behind his back, standing proudly. “I would like to inform you that the contract’s been broken.” He said with a wide smile. Your eyes sparkle with delight, quickly getting up.

“Is that the truth, Vox?” You ask, “Oh that is wonderful! Thank you!” You hugged him, your heart full of warmth and happiness. You felt his arms snake around you to hug you back.

“I told you, dollface.” He strokes your curled locks, playing with it in his hands, “I’ll do anything to keep you by my side.” He felt himself warm up at the feeling of you hugging him. The way your body fit perfectly against his in a hug was new territory. The scent of your perfume radiated gently, he felt your heart pounding as quickly as his own did. This felt new to him and it felt good.

Upon arriving back at Vox’s building, you walk with him, your hands wrapped around his arm. He walked you to your room and gave you yet another sweet kiss on your knuckles.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” He winked at you before zapping off into his own room.

You closed the door and slid your back against it, sighing. You placed a hand on your chest and felt your heart going wild. You felt uncomfortably safe and secure around him and at this point it was hard for you to separate your emotions with business. He gave you attention you’ve never received and never realized you craved. His sweet words, his suggestive comments, his compliments echoed through your head. You began to fall for him.

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In the morning, you met Vox in his office a bit too excited to see him but you maintain your composure. He sat at his desk, drinking coffee, the scent of which covered the room. He perked up at the sound of you entering his office. “Ah. Good morning, Y/N. Help yourself to some coffee.” He gestured to his coffee maker by the wall to which you gladly poured yourself a cup. “I have a full schedule today, I trust that you’re able to stay in the building until I return?”

“Return?” You cocked your head at him, “I am to stay here? Do you require me to do anything to assist you?” You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a bit bummed out at the thought of him leaving but you quickly shook away that feeling.

“Yes you have to stay here, I’m afraid. I can’t waltz into my shows and interviews with you hanging off of me.” He laughed a bit, “We aren’t even together. I’ll only do that when you accept my courtship and let me make you mine. Why? You gonna miss me?”

You hid your blushing face behind your cup, “Nonsense. Just a thought is all. I seek not to ruin your day nor make them difficult with my presence. I am perfectly content staying here.” You weren’t content with staying. You didn’t understand it but you wanted to be by his side for your entire stay at his company.

His phone buzzes, making him get up. “Well, that’s my cue. I have to head out, angel.” He held his hand out for you to take. You expected him to give it a kiss but instead he led you to his chair. “You can stay here or in my room. Maybe watch me work my magic on television. I’ll be back.”

He left without giving you the usual kiss on the hand. It left you bothered. You felt…empty without it. It didn’t feel right. Though you didn’t say anything about it, it didn’t leave your mind. You aimlessly wandered around his office, looking at the photos he had laying around. You ended up in his room, laying on his bed watching his shows until he came in through the door.

“Ah! There you are.” He says, “Come Y/N. I have a gift for you.”

You got up and followed him out of the room. He took your hand as you walked behind him. He took you to the meeting room, the table filled with wrapped boxes. You were speechless. “Surely this isn’t all for me?” You ask him.

“But they are! I’ve gotten advice from Princess Morningstar to make sure I got you the best of the best. Open them!” He held his hands behind his back, eagerly waiting for you to start.

You unwrapped and opened one of the bigger boxes and in it there was a gorgeous black and red version of the outfit you’d normally wear at the hotel. You glanced at him to which he gave you a proud look. The bigger boxes contained clothing from loungewear to nightgowns to robes. You reach for a smaller box and open it. You pulled out gorgeous earrings, studded with diamonds of course. In the last couple of small boxes, they were all pieces of fine jewelry to match the earrings.

You beamed with delight and gave Vox a hug. “These are wonderful gifts Vox! You spoil me too much. You are not required to do so.”

“Nothing is too much for you, angel.” He kisses your hand, looking up at you with a flirty look, “I do want to win your heart after all.”

You blushed at his words, looking away in embarrassment. “I need not for such gestures.”

“You deserve more, darling.” He gets his butlers to bring your gifts to your room, “Are my attempts working?”

“You flatter me so, perhaps I am leaning towards accepting your deal.”

He walks you to your room and wishes you a good night. You felt your heart flutter a bit, sighing happily as you got ready for bed in the same nightgown he gifted you. You soon drifted off to sleep, happily cuddling up to your pillow.

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You were ready to spend your second day with Vox but to your dismay, he was “too busy” to speak with you. Not wanting to push in case he was stressed, you kept your distance. It did bother you when you would see him having casual conversation with Valentino or Velvette and as soon as he saw you, he would make himself seem busier by checking his phone.

“Vox~ Your little angel has eyes on us.” Valentino speaks, soft enough for you to not hear. “I know that look she has in her eyes. She’s longing for you.”

Vox smiled, “I know. By the end of our agreement, she won’t want me to leave her side.” He laughs menacingly, “I’ll make her obsessed with me.” Vox glanced behind him, seeing you in the distance admiring the plants that decorated the building. For a second, he felt his heart twist at the sad expression you had on.

You glanced up at him, a bit shocked at him giving you attention. You gave him a smile and waved. He gestures for you to come closer and with no hesitation, you make your way towards him. As soon as you were in his reach, he pulled you closer by the waist causing your face to flush up in red.

“Sorry for ignoring you all day, dollface.” He grins, “Red looks nice on you.” His hand caresses your cheek and you quickly pull away, embarrassed.

You cleared your throat and composed yourself. “It’s alright. You’re a busy man.” But it wasn’t okay with you. You found yourself longing for his attention all day and though you found your sudden admiration for him strange, you couldn’t help yourself when it came to yearning for his gaze on yours. “Tomorrow’s my last day. I wanted to know what you have in store for me.”

He puts his hands together, “You and I, my dear, are going out! My treat.”

“Vox! Surely I can cover tomorrow. You’ve showered me with plenty of gifts already for the past couple of days.” You protested to which he grabs your hand, giving it yet another kiss.

“Like I said before. I am…” He moves closer to you, his head by your ear, “...absolutely in love with you.” He whispers. You shiver at his voice, losing your breath for a split second.

“If you must insist…I’ll allow myself to find comfort in your adorations.” You whispered back, trying your hardest to steady your breathing.

“I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He sneaks a kiss on your shoulder before zapping away into a camera.

.

You were dressed by Velvette again for your date with him the following day. You wore an off shoulder dress with the jewelry he’s gifted you. You felt warm and excited for your date. The spot he told you to meet him at wasn’t too far from his building so you denied the ride there and chose to walk instead.

You took in some of the sights, admiring the bright neon lights that covered the streets that seeped into the dark alleyways in between buildings. As you were approaching the restaurant, you spotted something in the alleyway out of the corner of your eye that made you backtrack. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness you see Vox on the floor with a bleeding wound.

You rushed to his side, a bit in panic. “Vox! Vox what happened to you?” You gently help him up. He coughs, breathing heavy. You begin to heal his wounds, light emitting from your hands as you did so. Your eyes wandered to his ripped clothes, it looked like claws had ripped them.

“Alastor…” He says weakly, “That damned radio demon was just here…” He glitched and held your hand weakly, “I’m sorry, Y/N. My blood…My blood got on your beautiful dress and hands.”

“Alastor…?” You were in disbelief, you didn’t want to believe him but the claw shaped scratches on him matched the shape of his when he’s in his demon form. “No…It can’t be.” You felt anger rising within you. You told him he wasn’t supposed to mess with Vox. Could he have really gone against your word?

As soon as you finish, he sits up. “If you hadn’t come in time…I don’t think he would have left.” You held his hand tight. He looked at you and felt guilty at how hurt you looked. Your eyes were filled with tears, “Oh…Please. Please don’t cry, angel.”

“You were hurt! If I’d gotten here sooner…” You shook your head, “I’m supposed to be here to protect but you got hurt.” Your heart was heavy with emotions. Anger for Alastor’s actions, fear for Vox’s safety and sadness for not being there for him sooner.

“I’m going to be okay, Y/N.” He smiled at you, “You’re here now.” He wiped the tears that ran down your face. “I’m going to have to put a hold on this date. I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense! Do not apologize, you were injured. Let’s return to your home, you need rest.”

You brought Vox back into his room, flying through the halls with him in your arms. He looked up at you, the determination and anger that you had in your eyes filled him with even more guilt. You set him down gently on his bed.

“I’m afraid I must leave now but please, if anything happens, call me with no hesitation.” You spoke softly, the smile that you always had on your face was gone and didn’t return. You rush to your room, collecting all of your belongings and create a portal directly back into the hotel. You were enraged with Alastor and you were absolutely determined to find him.

[wosoimagines]

Traitor - Leah Williamson/Reader

part one | part two | part three | part four

prompt: Leah and R have started to pursue a relationship with each other. How long will it take for their fans and teammates who are unaware to catch on?

warnings: none

words: 2584

(Y/N) POV

“Do you have plans for this afternoon?”

I looked up at Leah who was standing in front of me. I checked my phone just to make sure that I was free.

“Totally free,” I said as I looked back up at her, “unless my beautiful girlfriend calls and just needs my attention for the rest of the day.”

“Yeah, in your dreams, (Y/L/N).”

“I don’t have plans, Leah,” I said as I stood up. I grabbed the hoodie from my locker. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go mini golfing with me.”

I paused at that. I hadn’t been since i was a kid.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Leah said as she nodded at me, “There’s this course, Lost Jungle London. Well, I haven’t played it but I’ve been wanting to and no one wants to go with me. I was wondering you would.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

I smiled at Leah before I pulled my hoodie over my head. I grabbed my bag and phone from locker as well before turning to face Leah again.

“How about afterwards we go out for pizza?” I suggested. Leah raised an eyebrow at that. “Come on, I’ve been cooking for both of us for the past few weeks. I don’t think it’ll hurt if we have one cheat meal. Besides, you can pay for mini golf and I can pay for the pizza.”

“Okay, but if we get in trouble-”

“We won’t get in trouble. I promise.”

Leah rolled her eyes at me as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders. I grinned as I wrapped my own arm around her waist as the two of us headed out of the locker room.

“Have you always been a rule breaker?”

I tilted my head as I looked over at Leah. Did she really think having one cheat meal was really breaking the rules?

“Leah, one cheat meal isn’t breaking the rules,” I said, causing Leah to look over at me, “I promise it isn’t. But yeah, I do have a thing for ignoring rules sometimes.”

“So you have always been a rule breaker!”

“Maybe that’s why I always get roomed with an older player,” I mused. It definitely had made sense that I was always rooming with an older player on the national team when I first joined considering how young I was, but now that I was nearing my mid-20s? “I wonder if Vlatko will let me room with someone other than the vets.”

“You mean to tell me that the national team rooms you with the vets every camp and you never found that weird?”

“I got to room with Kristie last time! But yeah, usually I room with Alex, Alyssa, or Becky,” I admitted. It definitely did seem weird now that I thought about it. “I’ll have to call Vlatko and ask if he can room me with Rose or Sonny.”

“Oh? Why those two?”

“Sonnett is a prankster. While not completely safe when you stay in the same room with her, you are more safe than others after she roomed with Becky and tried to prank her.”

“What do you mean ‘tried’?”

“Becky came back into the room too early and Sonnett was still in the middle of setting her prank up. Becky set it off creating a mess. Sonnett not only got an earful, but Becky also made her clean it up and run extra.”

“Oof, hate extra running.”

“I know, that’s why I don’t ask you to come when I run in the mornings.”

“Is that what you do before I get up?”

“Sometimes, if I have the time.”

“Okay, so why Lavelle?”

“Oh! If you room with Rose then you get to see Wilma more.”

“Wilma?”

“Yeah, Rose’s dog.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“Well, I mean, Rose and I always have fun together,” I shrugged. I didn’t really know who I would want to room with other than the vets I normally stayed with. “Besides, Rose is a really good singer. I dunno if you saw any of the videos from the Player’s Ball, but she can sing.”

The two of us slowed down as we came to Leah’s car. It was honestly rarer to see the two of us arrive separately now then together. We both moved to the back of the car to put our bags in the trunk before we got into the car.

“So, mini golfing and then pizza?”

“Mini golfing and then pizza, for sure,” I nodded.

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I grinned as Leah sunk another ball into the hole. I definitely needed more practice at mini golf before we came back out.

“You know, for someone so competitive, you sure are sucking at this right now.”

“I don’t have to win everything I do,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Life isn’t always just one huge game. Sometimes you just got to have fun.”

“Huh, I don’t recall you saying that on our first date,” Leah said as she looked over at me. “If I remember correctly it was something like ‘I’m the best in the world at everything and no one can beat me’?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I nodded my head. I had gotten a little carried away after I had won my fourth game in a row. “I grew up playing arcade games. The arcade was in the back of the bowling alley. The closest putt-putt course was 4 hours away at least.”

“Mmm, I can already taste the victory,” Leah said as we moved onto the next hole.

“Pretty sure you could taste that after about 3 holes.”

“Well it’s only getting sweeter,” Leah grinned at me.

I shook my head but I enjoyed myself as we finished up our game. It was nice to just have fun with her. As we turned our clubs and balls back in, I waited until Leah had her back turned before I turned back to the worker behind the stand.

“You mind if I get her ball back?”

“You know you have to give the $15 for the game back, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that Leah wasn’t paying attention as I handed the worker the bills for the ball. “Thanks.”

I pocketed the red ball into the hoodie before I rushed to catch up with Leah. She glanced over her shoulder at me once she felt me lightly nudge her shoulder.

“What was that about?”

“They were just a fan,” I shrugged as Leah looked back at the stand. “Asked for a picture. How could I say no to that?”

“Yeah, sure,” Leah said as she ruffled my hair.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as we neared the car. I fished the phone from my pocket before rolling my eyes at the pictures that I had gotten. It was just pictures from Instagram of my afternoon with Leah. Sometimes I really hated being famous or being out in London with England’s captain.

I ignored the messages from my national teammates as Leah and I got into her car. I grinned as she held up the scorecard for a picture with me.

“You putting it on Instagram?” I asked her.

“Gotta make sure that everyone knows that I can at least beat you at mini golf,” Leah said as she turned to her phone.

I rolled my eyes at that as I shook my head. But I couldn’t help but stare at her as her nose scrunched up as she was focused on writing out her caption.

“You know, it’s creepy to stare.”

“Well, I can’t help it when I’m looking at a literal goddess.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

I groaned at that as I tossed my head back against my seat. I stuck my bottom lip out as I looked over at her.

“Not even a slice of pizza with you?”

“Maybe, it will get you that.”

I grinned as Leah started up the car before I pulled up my own Instagram so I could go like the picture that Leah posted.

It didn’t take us long to get to the pizza parlor or to even get a seat since it was the middle of the afternoon. There were a few people around us, but most people didn’t even look at us as we sat at our table. The afternoon was honestly going great for us both.

At least, it was until we were getting our drinks. I was a bit faster to get up that Leah was once the server knocked the drink over as they were reaching for it from the tray. I winced as the water got all over Leah’s shirt before she could stand up. I immediately was pulling the items out of the pocket of the hoodie before I pulled it off as Leah got up.

Both of us pretty much ignored the server’s apologies as I looked over Leah. She looked down where I was holding the hoodie out to her.

“No broken glass, right?”

“There was no broken glass,” Leah assured.

“Here, take the hoodie. You can run to the restroom and put it on,” I said as Leah took the hoodie from my hands. “Bring your shirt back out and I’ll carry it around with me so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Leah sent me a soft smile before she pressed a kiss to my cheek and heading to the restroom. I turned back to the server who was still apologizing, but I only told them it was an accident and asked if we could move elsewhere. Which Leah found me easily enough when she came back out from the restroom.

“All better?” I asked as Leah handed over her wet shirt.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, it’s what I’m here for. Someone has to be your knight in a hoodie.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I laid in the bed as I was texting Leah. It definitely sucked that we didn’t get to see each other right now, but we both had different national team commitments. I didn’t pay attention as Sonnett came out of the bathroom. At least not until she started to dig through my bags. I furrowed my brow in confusion as she started with my practice bag, but it was entirely possible that Sonnett had just put something in it earlier.

“Where is it?” Sonnett asked as she looked back at me. 

I scratched the top of my head as I looked at her. I had no idea what she was talking about. 

“Hey!” I called out as Sonnett started going through my suitcase. “Sonnett, what are you doing?”

“I’m looking for the hoodie.”

“I already told you that you can’t wear it,” I said as I laid back down. I wasn’t worried about Sonnett finding the hoodie.

“Yeah, well, I have the perfect outfit that it would go with and I gotta look good in case we meet a cute girl,” Sonnett said.

I chuckled as I rolled my eyes at her. Sonnett wasn’t always the most observant. That’s problem why she hadn’t even realized that I didn’t have the hoodie with me.

“Well, you’re out of luck,” I said, causing Sonnett to pause as she turned to look at me. “It’s not here. I didn’t bring it.”

“You didn’t bring it?”

“Nope.”

“Well, why not? You’re always looking for new patches for it.”

“i still am.”

“If it’s not here, then where is it?”

I paused before looking through Instagram until I found the picture that Kierra had posted of her and Leah. I turned my phone so that Sonnett could see the picture.

“Leah Williamson has your jersey? But-But she’s England’s captain, and you’re our future captain!”

“And?”

“And? And that makes you a traitor!”

“Because I wouldn’t let you wear the hoodie but Leah can wear it?”

Sonnett was nodding her head as there was a knock on the door. Sonnett was muttering under her breath about how unbelievable it was as she answered the door. No surprise, Becky was the one to walk in.

“Are you two okay? I could hear you across the hall,” Becky said as she looked at where I was laying on my bed. “If we need to, we’ll have Sonnett switch so I can stay with you, (Y/N).”

“No, everything’s okay,” I assured Becky.

“No. No! Everything is not okay!” Sonnett said, causing me to roll my eyes again. I swear the more time I spent around Sonnett, the more time I was convinced my eyes would roll out of my head one day. “She is a traitor! Okay?”

“You mean the fact that she’s dating Williamson?” Becky asked.

“Yeah, and did you know- Wait, what?” Sonnett asked as she realized what Becky had said. Sonnett turned to look at me. “You’re dating Captain England?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged my shoulders as Sonnett started to pace around. “I mean, we do play for the same team.”

“Now is not the time for your double meanings, (Y/L/N)!”

I chuckled at Sonnett as Becky looked between the two of us. I mostly ignored Sonnett’s mutterings as my phone rang. I grinned at the Facetime coming through from Leah. 

“Hi, love,” Leah greeted.

“Hey.”

“No! No, absolutely not! This is not happening,” Sonnett said. I looked up at her as Sonnett snatched my phone from me.

“Oi! That’s my phone!”

I immediately scrambled up from my spot on the bed to pull Sonnett back onto the bed to try to wrestle my phone away from her, but she only dropped it on the floor. The two of us stared at it for a moment before we tried to fight to get off the bed first, but it didn’t matter as Becky picked up my phone.

“You can’t let her have it! She’s the future Captain America! She can’t be dating Captain England!”

“Sonnett, (Y/N)’s a big girl. She can date who she wants,” Becky said as she held my phone out to me. I grinned as I took the phone from Becky before turning my attention to Leah. “With that being said, you do have to end the call because we’re having a team meeting.”

I pouted as I looked up at Becky.

“But-”

“No buts. You’re both required to be there.”

We watched as Becky headed out of the room before I turned to glare at Sonnett.

“Way to go. Now we’re both in trouble,” I muttered.

“Me? You’re the one dating the enemy!”

“Oi! I’m still here, mate,” Leah called out.

“I’m not your ‘mate,’“ Sonnett said as she got off my bed to leave the room.

I sighed as I turned to look at Leah. I ran a hand through my hair.

“I’ll text you when we get done? If you aren’t busy...”

“I’ll call you. How about that?” Leah asked.

I softly smiled at that. I really had been hoping to get to talk to Leah for longer. It was harder for us to talk considering we were in completely different time zones.

“Keep that hoodie safe for me, yeah?” I asked. I waited until Leah nodded before a grin broke out on my face. “Good. As long as you wear it when I’m not near, you’re still wrapped up in my love.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

[supercap2319]

Y/N was getting really bad at keeping his secret fuckings with Parker a secret. He's already been caught twice by two of his uncles and he wasn't waiting for more of them to find out. Especially his dad. Apparently, the universe or the fates or whatever you believe in hated him. Like God opening up the clouds and saying: 'I hate you, Y/N.'

Whatever or whoever was working against him had his uncle Thor stumble drunkenly upstairs to find him. While Y/N and Parker were fucking in his room upstairs, his dad, his uncles, his aunts, and some very important people were downstairs at a party. His father was the host, so, he had Y/N stay upstairs until it was over. Last time he let him join his party, Y/N ended up drunk and running naked through the streets of New York.

His dad had basically paid Parker to hangout with him tonight, but he actually hired him to babysit and keep an eye on him. Report to him if Y/N messed up, or tried to sneak out. The fucking prick. As soon as he walked in with that smug look on his face; Y/N attacked his lips with his own as they could be as loud and rough as they wanted because nobody was upstairs that could hear them. More importantly, disturb them. Or so he thought.

Thor had gotten drunk and was asking Tony about his young nephew. "Ah, Stark. Where is thy son? Mine nephew?" Thor slurred.

Tony looks away from an important investor. "Upstairs, buddy." He then turned back to the investor.

Thor stumbled across the room and rode the elevator to the upstairs bedrooms as he walked until he found Y/N's room. He broke down the door with a mighty pound of his fist as he grinned amongst the wooden debris in the air. "Rejoice, nephew! Thy uncle Thor wants you to come downstairs and have a drink—what in Odin's beard is going on in here?!"

Parker stopped thrusting into Y/N's tight hole as they both froze at the sudden appearance of Y/N's uncle Thor. His eyes were wide and big as he locked eyes with Thor's blue ones. He swallowed. "Uncle Thor, I can explain. You see Puh-Puh-Parker and I were—"

"Huzzah! Thy father's intern is your epic bed conquest? I am most proud of you, dear Y/N. I shall tell your father of your epic love story." And with that, he ran out of the room.

Y/N quickly pushed Parker off him as he chased after his drunken uncle, butt naked. "No! Uncle Thor wait!" He called out as the elevator doors closed on his face. He had to think fast. He ran and took the stairs, trying not to fall as his dick flapped in the wind.

He made it just before Thor entered the party as he saw Y/N and his naked body and smiled. "Thou wishes to tell thy father in person? How noble. Come." He began to push him towards the doors of the party, but Y/N stopped him. "Uncle Thor, wait! You can't tell my dad about Parker and me."

Thor frowned. His eyes were unfocused. "Why not? Do you not wish to have thy father's blessing?"

"You can't tell him. He'll fire Parker and ground me forever. Please don't tell." Y/N begged. He hated Parker, but he would never forgive himself if he got him fired. He needed the money to help his aunt May with the rent.

He must have been using his puppy dog because Thor nods and smiles. "I swear on Mjölnir and Storm breaker that I shall not tell Stark. This is an Asgardian promise." That's when he passed out and fell to the floor. Y/N sighed and walked towards the elevators as his dad came into the room. "Son? Why are you naked and why is Thor passed out?"

Y/N tried not to blush as he looked at his dad. "I'm drunk and was watching porn?"

[jerzwriter]

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and I felt the need for more art for my precious Casey and Jessica. I'd like to thank the lovely @callmebeem for working with me on such short notice and creating this beautiful art! It's exactly what I wanted, and I love it to bits! ❤️Here's a little fic about their day. 😊

Any Other Day

Book: Open Heart (Prequel - Casey's Med School Years) Pairing: Casey MacTavish (F!MC) x Jessica Philips (F!OC) Words: 1440 Rating: Teen Summary: Jessica's not a fan of Valentine's Day, and she's made that pretty clear, but now that the day's up on them, Casey realizes there's more to it than meets the eye. A/N1: Participating in @choicesfebruary2024, Eros

Valentine’s Day was proving to be a challenge.

Just weeks before, Jessica declared her feelings about the holiday after a particularly long night of studying, and they weren’t pretty.   It was ridiculous, a Hallmark holiday steeped in capitalism, and she wanted no part of it. The intensity and randomness of her girlfriend’s declaration left Casey bewildered. It was so far out of left field she thought delirium may have finally gotten its grips on Jess; after all, sleep deprivation practically had her there, too. But she was tired and eager to move on, so she nodded in agreement, and Jessica seemed pleased to find them on the same page, which would have been great... except they weren’t.

Casey loved Valentine’s Day; she loved every single thing about it. A holiday where she could lavish love and attention on her girlfriend? Where was the problem with that? She agreed such things shouldn’t be limited to a designated day, and she ensured Jess knew how much she meant on any day ending in -y. But now that Cupid’s holiday was here, Casey was conflicted. How could she be expected not to acknowledge it? It seemed cruel, but... she had promised... didn’t she? She heaved out a sigh; perhaps their exceptionally hectic schedules would be her saving grace. She didn’t have to worry about celebrating... or not... if they didn’t see each other.

Jessica was assisting first-year students in distributing breakers in the lab. She was TA for an extra class today, as her professor wanted to take the day off to spend with their wife, and Jess felt a twinge of guilt when she agreed to cover. But she and Casey weren’t celebrating; they agreed to that...didn’t they? Casey said she was on board, but Jess would have to be blind to see how blue her normally effervescent girlfriend was this morning, and she couldn’t fight the feeling that she was the reason why.

The truth was, Jessica didn’t hate Valentine’s Day. She didn’t hate it at all. She hated the memories it dredged up and the feelings of insecurity that followed. She hated the ambiguity of the present and her apprehension about the future. The last time she celebrated was three years before, spending the night gazing at the stars in Ammarah’s arms. She never knew that kind of joy, and when Ammarah promised forever, Jess felt her world falling into place. A blissful dream previously unimagined coming to fruition, only to be crushed in quick succession. When Jess’s competition became the hallowed halls of Oxford, those promises were quickly forgotten, leaving Jess heartbroken when she realized she had never stood a chance.

She promised then and there that she wouldn’t fall in love again, at least no time soon. Ammarah prioritized her career, and now Jess would do the same. Love and other silly notions could wait. And that worked for a while, until that fateful day when an adorable giggle pulled her head from her textbook, and she looked up to find a beguiling smile that made her heart skip a beat. They’d only be friends, Jess insisted. That’s all they could be. But then their conversations lasted into the early morning hours, and the more they learned about each other, the more they needed to know. It's hard to be just friends when they're the first thing you think of each morning and the last thing you think of each night. So she had another idea...we’ll just be friends... with benefits, perhaps, but nothing more. Residency was on the horizon, and both women had been hurt before. They couldn’t let it happen again.  

But in the end, they stepped onto the rollercoaster hand-in-hand and fastened their seatbelts with all their might. Within weeks, “I love yous” were exchanged, both knowing they had an expiration date set from the start. It seemed easy when that date was on the distant horizon, but the closer it came, the more that old familiar pain began to seep in. Valentine’s Day: candles, kisses, and promises made again... Jess couldn’t allow it. But when the bell rang, it only took a student hand a rose to another to make her heart ache for Casey.  

She pulled out her phone and smiled at the sound of her voice. Lunch. She offered. She’d like to take her to lunch. Nothing fancy, nothing special, just grabbing a meal together like any other day, but she needed to see her. No matter how much Jessica studied the human heart, she couldn't see how hard hers was working to protect itself. But Casey was on her way, and that was all that mattered.

Casey hadn’t expected to hear from Jess, and it was easy to see her delight as she rushed down the hall. Nothing made her smile more than Jessica’s melodious laugh, and the closer it became, the more her smile grew.  She couldn’t wait to see the radiant smile that accompanied it, and as she stepped into Jess’s classroom, her wish was granted for just a second before Jess’s face fell.

“What... what the hell is that?” she asked, motioning furiously in Casey’s direction.

Casey looked down, perplexed, rubbing her hands along her torso to see if she had spilled something, but nothing seemed amiss.

“What’s what?”

“Your sweater! Why are you wearing that sweater?”

Casey appeared offended as she caressed her favorite cashmere sweater.

“But... I love this sweater! You love this sweater!”

“I do,” Jess sighed. “But not today!"

“It’s the same sweater as yesterday... the same sweater it will be tomorrow...”

“Yes! But yesterday or tomorrow won’t be Valentine’s Day.”

Casey followed the last student to exit the classroom and shut the door behind her, turning on her heel with crossed arms as soon as they were alone.

“All right,” she demanded. “This level of crazy is usually reserved for me, not you... so what gives?”

“We said no Valentine’s Day, Casey!”

“And besides me wearing a pink sweater, inadvertently, I might add... I haven’t so much as said Happy Valentine’s Day to you.  The holiday isn't causing a problem for us, Jess... but your hang-ups about it might be.  What’s going on?” 

Jess took a deep breath and leaned back against her desk, attempting to put her thoughts into words. “To me... in the past... Valentine’s Day was about promises.  Promises I believed in, even if the person making them took them with a grain of salt.”

“Ammarah?” Casey asked as Jess nodded softly.

“It’s scary, Case. It’s scary to know how fleeting love can be, and it's frightening... it’s frightening to think about what the future holds for us. You’ll still be here next year, but I don’t even know where I’ll be... and that... that just....”

Her words trailed as her head tilted forward. She was proud of herself for being strong enough to stop the tears pooling in her eyes from falling, but she could do nothing to stop herself from trembling.

“Jess,” Casey placed a loving hand on her shoulder. “I know you’ve been hurt, and I have, too... but we can’t live in the past, nor can we live in the future.”

“But, Casey...”

“But nothing! Don’t you see what you’re doing? The past was painful, and the future’s unknown, but you know what we have?” She lifted Jess’s chin until she was looking into her big, brown eyes. “We have today. Today is real, and the only thing that can steal it from us... is us... if we let it.  Come on, Jess,” she smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Let’s not waste today."

Jess's head tilted, a crooked smile on her lips. She knew Casey was right, but her stubbornness couldn't be destroyed that easily.

“I still hate the commercialism,” Jess insisted, to Casey’s amusement.

“So do I! Come on, I can spoil you a little bit without turning into a corporate overlord, you know!”

Jess peeked up from under her lashes. “You promise?”

“I promise. Now, can we enjoy the day, please?”

Jess hopped to her feet, a bright grin on her face as she fell into Casey’s arms and a warm, lingering embrace. “Well, I invited you to lunch first... so technically, I started the celebration.”

“Oh, no,” Casey chuckled. “You are not getting the credit here! I think your exact words were, ‘It’s lunch, just lunch, don’t get excited or anything!”  

“Yeah, those were the words,” Jess laughed. “But if I’m being honest... I just really needed to see you. I needed to see you so badly.”

“Well, I’m here.  Can we call it a Valentine’s Day date, now?”

“Sure,” Jess blushed. “But I have to stop upstairs to see the Dean before we go.”

“That works for me,” Casey replied. “I have to put my things in my locker anyway.  Can we meet in front of the building in fifteen minutes?”

Jess reached over and stuck her fingers through the belt loops in Casey’s jeans, pulling her close. “And Casey?” she whispered, her breath tickling Casey’s ear.  “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

~~~~~

A/N: In my mind, Casey tossed her things in her locker and hightailed it to the corner gift shop. Poor Jess was wondering if Casey had a change of heart as she waited outside when two arms grabbed her from behind. Casey handed Jess the bouquet and yelled Happy Valentine's Day. After a cozy lunch at their favorite local diner, they decided they could skip their afternoon classes and headed back to Jess's place for a much more productive afternoon. 😏

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[rynnthefangirl]

What y’all need to understand is that I am literally just pro-Rhaenyra. I stan everyone who is on Nyra’s side, I hate everyone who is against her. I WILL be justifying ALL of her actions. If Rhaenyra has only one fan it is me, if she has no fans, I am dead. She is my Queen, ancestress and spiritual predecessor of my future Queen Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons and Breaker of Chains. She is a feminist icon, she did no wrong, she was usurped by a bunch of bitter jealous misogynists (YES that includes Alicent) who couldn’t stand to see a girl boss winning.

Anyway, all hail the Black Queen, Mother of Westeros and forebearer of the Princess Who Was Promised.

[kangnina]

Maknae Meeting #1: The Maknaest

Maknae Meeting Series

Jeongin: Can we start the stupid meeting? I have shit to do. Who is in charge?

Ni-Ki: I am. I'm in charge.

*Maknaes erupt with laughter*

Taemin: Him baby. Wanna put him in my pocket. Cutest little baby.

Ni-Ki:*pulls out a baseball bat, swings it a few times* Silence! Or I'm bangin' out RBIs!

Jongho: What?

Ni-Ki: Really Bad Injuries. Now, it's ice breaker time. You. *points bat at Jisung* Go first. Tell us something about yourself... please Hyung.

Jisung: My hobbies include side-eyeing and pillow biting.

Jungkook: Is it weird to pop out of your own birthday cake? Asking for a friend.

Huening Kai: Only if they baked you inside of it.

Taemin: Personally, I prefer sex with the music off. I wanna make you sing, knowwhatimean?

Ni-Ki:*stifling a giggle* Heeeyyyy. Hyung, let's keep it age appropriate for the younger members.

*Everyone stares at Ni-Ki*

Haechan: Ni-Ki, if I may-- as the leader, you need to stop thinking so small. You need to be thinking big, bitch. Maknaes and world domination. For really real.

Jongho: Isn't that what NCT is doing already? Why are there so many of you? When does it end?

Jisung: Mark, he's asking too many questions. Should we kill him like the others?

Ni-Ki: There will be no intentional killing on my watch. You all signed the waivers, right?

Mark:*nervously laughs* Sorry everyone. Ignore Jisung. He thinks life is a movie, cause he stay causing a scene.

Ni-Ki: Oh crap. I left the waivers on the printer at HYBE.... just pinky promise me you won't kill each other okay?! Today's homework: Think of a fun activity for us to do together as a group. I expect to hear thoughtful ideas from each of you the next time we meet.

Jeongin: This isn't school, you giant toddler. It's an adult social club that I hate Chan for signing me up for.

Ni-Ki: Well, I cut school just to be here and lead this meeting SO GET ON MY LEVEL!*points his bat at Jeongin* Do your damn homework Hyung! Ding, ding. Class dismissed.

@snoopypupp @wildflowermooon

[orangelemonsstuff]

Ace of Hearts

Ace x MC/Reader

Summary: it's kinda weird how Ace is known for fooling anyone with his mischief yet he follows anything and everything the magicless prefect of ramshackle dorm orders him or tell him to do like a card soldier loyal to it's queen. basically just:

Ace: what's more important? being on tv or some stupid assassination?

Prefect: Ace~ I can't do it alone, please~?

Deuce: uh oh we're losing him

(a/n This is inspired by the meme "Ace whenever the magicless prefect orders him to do something" and its him saluting lol)

Tags: fluff, romance, Ace being a simp for MC/Reader, Prologue mention.

Ace Trapolla

A name everyone should be aware of, the prankster of heartslabyul, the number one rule breaker or the cause of Riddle's hair to go white or face to go red.

Ace Trapolla

a name in the infamous first year troublemakers that roamed popularity on NRC, for solving the overblots together with the prefect of ramshackle. a guy involved in tons of school trouble including the overblot of Riddle Rosehearts.

"Ace Trapolla" you call on him.

A name of a guy beloved by the magicless prefect, to call, to run to, to order around. the one who punched the housewarden of heartslabyul just because he had made a comment about the prefect's family status. just because of that snide comment about his friend he had made the choice to risk himself.

what would his excuse be on why would he do that to the esteemed housewarden of roses?

he was snobby? he was rude? he should talk about himself instead?

Only he get to tease or make a sarcastic comment the prefect?

Who knows? but what everyone would know when they first take a look at the two together, Ace and Prefect. they'd think that the mischievous playful Ace that the hearstlabyul know, would change to a lovesick puppy following it's master instead

Deuce Spade isn't any better but he is not as much as Ace, Two of these hearstlabyul students would surround the prefect close as they can, the other 3 Savannaclaw, Pormefiore and that one loud Diasomnia student would do the same but not as close as the other two as they were literally by their side

this little group of first years would be the reason why halls and classrooms would whisper in their presence, can you imagine it? one of the most dangerous things that could happen in twisted wonderland yet it's to be solved by a normal magicless student.

and for Ace, that's amusing

when you two first met all could he think was you're pretty too plain, just another face in the crowd he could ignore, well except for the fact you lack the basic requirement to go to this school and the only student who had a noisy raccoon familiar.

if he hadn't said anything when he passed you two by about to clean the statue of seven, he wouldn't get involved with you at all

but there you two are, in a mine plotting a plan to get the a magestone so none of you three get explled

to be honest, for a half day he had a full on adventure with you and that Deuce involved, he can't say it's pleasant but not also interesting. you're interesting.

your plan worked on getting the magestone and even made yourself and Grim an official student of NRC.

you are clearly smart on your own way, having yourself meddle with things you shouldn't had but did get it unintentionally. so he did you a favor on giving him help to stay over for tonight due to some... collaring circumstances.

he can't say it's on purpose but whatever!! you just got to help him tonight and it'll be over, he promised.

everything went and so on, you three including Grim were on the unbirthday party to give the Chestnut tart and finally get the stupid collar off him but he didn't expect for the rest of you to get collared either and spending another night in your ramshackled of a dorm

He would thought you'd finally got enough of him and his shenanigans and finally made the right decision to kick him out but no, you two were on the same page now. you hated Riddle being tyrannical and this stupid collar encasing your neck. that's the only reason why you joined Ace and Deuce's force against Riddle and let them stay in for the night.

that's his reason why he did it.

he punched Riddle because of that reason. you were something else, something special.

no one was allowed to make a comment about your family status without taking a look at themselves first housewarden or not. Riddle might be the tyrant queen of the Heartslabyul but isn't to Ace

Riddle was nothing likr a Queen but a child throwing a tantrum Infront of Ace just because he had not followed a absurd rule that shouldn't make any sense.

Ace isn't going to accept somebody to disrespect the person who had helped him, who had let him stay in, and prevented his expelling.

he isn't going to accept that, not a disrespect to or at you.

it shouldn't be made.

it has been already year since the overblots you encountered, a year ever since the first overblot- Riddle's overblot

it's a good thing you are living your best life now here at twisted wonderland as you still hope for the way back home and...

"Hey!! wait up!" Ace come up running to you together with Deuce. almost tripping as they stop a few steps after you

and hoping you could stay forever with these idiots.

"Hello there guys! how's your remedial test?"

"oh, we're getting back on track to it but more importantly, IS IT TRUE YOU'RE SKIPPING OUT ON THE UNBIRTHDAY PARTY!?" ah he had heard about that, you were welcome at Heartslabyul to visit anytime you want, you had become a special guest but this time you weren't, Crowley had said so should you focus on your studies first before partying around. unless of course the Housewarden or a dormmate himself invited you to come.

"Yes i will sadly, headmaster orders, unless-" you stop at your talking before looking directly at Ace

"you'd get me in? Crowley said j can as long as I'm invited" you could get Deuce to do it but this Ace Trappola is your Ace Trappola

plus Ace requires little persuasion.

"What!? No way I'd do that Riddle wou-" you interrupt him as you hook your arm at his, clinging like a koala to a ginger tree branch

"please Ace~? I'd be really sad you know? Grim hasn't eaten sweets for days too." you smirk at him, this happened to work apparently, it started as a joke to get him carry your books but when you doed your eye at him he immediately took it from your hands as he walked together at your side.

"Oh no we're losing him." Deuce said to himself noticing how Ace had turned red from your clinging

"Sh-shut up Deuce! f-fine...! as long as you don't say anything to Riddle about this... he'd get mad if he knew you weren't supposed to be in the unbirthday party" Ace stuttered trying to clear his throat and calm his nerves down

he isn't breaking away from your clinging, should you push it?

you hugged your arms tighter at his. before pulling him towards the corridor and beaming a smile

"Thanks, Ace! i know i could count on you." he could swore he heard angels sing at him when you said that before you hook your other arm with Deuce and cling in the middle between them two as you three walk together at the halls

when did he became a puppy to you? anyone would think you were just a normal person with no inch of magic in you, you weren't even special to begin with so how'd the Ace of hearts became your soldier?

if it's Ace the one who'd think that....

"damn, you know how to use your charms."

[mysticcollectionbee]

My convoluted theory about who owns Alastor’s soul:

Ok so this is bit long so buckle-up.

I think Alastor tried to summon Lilith as a mortal to make a deal with her (I don’t know why, maybe he thought the cops where on him or maybe he thought his mortality was getting in the way or something), but someone else popped up pretending to be Lilith (either Eve or Roo but I’m putting my money on Eve), they made a contract and the person signed it with Lilith’s name making the deal a bit of a fraud. Alastor gets some demon powers and the person wrongfully has Al’s soul. Al dies, works for ‘them’ for a bit, finds out about ‘their’ plan to cause a war to destroy both heaven and hell, realizes the truth, goes to Lilith and tells her everything. Lilith, “The Chain-breaker” isn’t ok with this and teams up with Al to deal with ‘Them’. She technically never gave Alastor her part of the deal so she basically goes: “I’ll give you more power and your soul, in exchange: Help me fight Eve and if something goes wrong protect my daughter.” They confront and fight Eve, Shit goes sideways, Lilith is either trapped or dead and Alastor barely escapes alive using the 7 years to recuperate. When he’s healed up, he goes to protect Charlie.

There are probably some errors with this, but so far it seems pretty good.

Fun little add-ons to the theory:

Eve (Got tired of typing “Them”) might still have Alastor’s soul but I kinda doubt it, cause she would have destroyed it by now. More likely Alastor got his soul back and the powers from Lilith but he was so beat up when he left that Eve just assumed he died.

Maybe the reason Alastor hates Lucifer is because he assumed the worst by how Lilith talked about him and why she didn’t want to include him in the mess. Alastor hearing a woman say: “No! We cannot tell him, he’ll react horribly to it.” Won’t assume it’s because the husband is a softie who’s already depressed.

Eve probably doesn’t pay attention to hell’s going ons and is still hidden somewhere. BUT if someone goes around looking for her, the reason for Al’s disappearance she’ll realize he ain’t dead. Might be the reason he doesn’t want people to be nosy.

Probably kept his promise with protecting Charlie because he liked Lilith (Once on his good side people can ask a lot from him *cough* Mimzy *cough*) and because the hotel could be a good place to hide from Eve.

So…What do you guys think?

[startrekfangirl2233-fic-recs]

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin Recommended Fic Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 - Smut

☁️ - Fluff

💢 - Angst

🍬 - Sweet

📚 - Multi-Chapter

You're just trying to enjoy a quiet night at home when a less than sober pilot is dropped off at your doorstep. And he's spilling all his sober thoughts in drunk words.

Drunk Words are Sober Thoughts by @seresinsbabe ☁️🍬

Drunk Jake Coming Home to Reader by @of-many-fandomss ☁️🍬

From an Ask: jake seresin being drunk and coming home to the reader and it's basically just really cute and full of fluff!!

FWB Shower Sex with Jake and his roommate finding out by @call-sign-shark ❤️‍🔥

From an Ask: Heeey girl how are you?

Can I ask this prompt

“• B’s roommate entering their washroom (while B is in the shower) and yelling over the water “HEY B DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY SHAMPOO IS I CAN’T FIND IT ANYWHERE” “name..” “BECAUSE LIKE I THOUGHT IT WAS HERE BUT I CANT-“ “name im not exactly alone in here…” “huh wha-“ and A popping through the shower curtain with the biggest smile “hey name” “oh OH HI UH i’ll just.. knocks multiple things over leave you two.. alone” knocks more things over “also i think your shampoo is over there” “ um thanks A um i’ll just-awkward finger guns”

With hangman please? 🥹

Boyfriend Material by @beautifultypewriter ❤️‍🔥🍬

Reader has a fun game she plays when she ends up on a bad first date. Her friend with benefits, Hangman, is the key piece in the game, but he may take things too far one night.

Breathe by @andorskenobi ☁️💢🍬

After a particularly rough mission for Jake you realize that the feelings you have been harboring cannot wait any longer and that you may not have forever to tell him how you feel.

3. Smiling Into a Kiss by @spideystevie ☁️🍬

From an Ask: and if i say 3 w hangman 🤭🤭🤭 or 12 w rooster just bc i think thatd be the funniest god damn thing - vinny xx

Worth Fighting For by @imjess-themess ❤️‍🔥☁️🍬

You made a promise to your brother you wouldn’t fall for his best friend, Jake Seresin. Professional boxer and certified heart breaker. Unfortunately you can’t keep your promise, no matter how hard you try to hate him.

Take Care by @harringtonbf ☁️🍬

Hangman takes notice as you try to shake off the unwanted advances from some weirdo at The Hard Deck.

Afterburn by @top-hhun ☁️🍬📚

It had been clear from the moment you got inside a cockpit that you were going to be something special. You certainly weren’t the youngest Naval Aviator to be invited to TOPGUN, but you had been the youngest to graduate at number one in more than thirty years. Which is all the more reason why it was so tragic that you would never, ever, be able to fly again.

But you hadn’t been one of the best thanks only to pure talent, you had worked hard for your accolades, so instead of calling it quits, you decide to take all of your potential, and channel it toward a new path.

You return to TOPGUN, and choose to be one of the best civilian instructors the program will ever have.

Drink Up by @fandomxpreferences ❤️‍🔥☁️🍬📚

You’re a new bartender at the Hard Deck and you’re more than willing to fill a certain blonde pilot in on the newest drink on the menu.

53. Dumbification by @topguncortez ❤️‍🔥

From an Ask: maybe 53 with jake?😵‍💫

Watermelon Moonshine by @roosterscock ❤️‍🔥☁️🍬

A sweet NSFW 18+ drabble written by the author after listening to the song Watermelon Moonshine.

Fuck: The Universe by @roosterbruiser ❤️‍🔥☁️💢🍬📚

Fuck You Fuck Me Fuck Them Fuck It Fuck This Fuck Off Fuck, Rooster! Fuck: Kisses Edition The Fucking End

You're a Kazansky--Tom "Iceman" Kazinsky's youngest daughter--and you've taken after your father and become a Naval aviator. You finished at the top of your class at Top Gun and have worked diligently and fruitlessly to get to where you are now: North Island. You don the call-sign Wisteria not only because the beauty of the flower but because of its lethal qualities.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin is the bane of your existence and he returns those feelings towards you ten-fold. Jake thinks that you've gotten everything handed to you and has no trouble telling everyone that. When things finally boil over one day (in a shower cubicle on base of all places), you find unlikely companionship in Jake. Who knew lemon-lime Gatorade and Plan B would be the start to your love story?

Or enemies to fuck buddies to friends to lovers. Whichever you prefer!

5. Meet-Cute with Hangman by @harringtonbf ☁️🍬

From an Ask: 5 from meet cute with hangman ??

The Morning After by @auroracalisto ☁️🍬

A morning after for Jake Seresin and GN!Reader

Never Let Me Leave Again by @demxters ☁️💢🍬

From an ask: Can I ask for Jake Seresin x f!reader, a angst with a happy ending? Maybe they fight but make up? Love your writing!

Lock and Key by @auroradawnwrites ❤️‍🔥☁️🍬

From an Ask: Blurb request- Reader lives across from Hangman’s apartment. They’ve made eyes at each other a few She’s locked out. Reader can’t get help until morning. Jake gives her a place to stay. Maybe there’s one bed?

Google Said by @sehnsuchts-trunken ☁️🍬

Jake comes home to find you wrapped up in three blankets and decides to make you feel better.

The Traitor Series by @fandomxpreferences ❤️‍🔥☁️💢🍬📚

Traitor - Bradleys been acting off for a while and you finally pinpoint what the cause is. Unfortunately for him, you believe in an eye for an eye.

I Trusted You - You finally confront Bradley and Natasha.

Grenade - You and Jake decide to make a movie just for Bradley.

Hellfire and Holy Water - A certain someone shows up at your door and you're really over it.

Epilogue - Set five years after your life with Bradley fell apart.

More Hearts Than Mine Universe by @fandomxpreferences ❤️‍🔥☁️💢🍬📚

Jake was never the type to be taken home to mom. He never saw himself meeting the family, going to a small town where there’s a lifetime of memories and wanting to hear about every single one. He never saw himself sitting with a girls dad and noting all the ways that they were similar, hoping to live up his expectations he has set for his daughter. He never wanted that. Until he met you.

Jukebox War by @roosterforme ☁️🍬

Jake likes the jukebox at the Hard Deck, drinking beers, and cute girls who are a little bit mean to him.

It Only Feels This Raw Right Now by @teamhappyme ☁️💢🍬

Jake and Reader are at a crossroads that have the potential to change everything about their relationship that they've grown used to over the past years. With Reader transitioning from being a Naval Aviator to a more stable position after the mission in TG:M, only time and their love for each other will tell this tale.

Hangman x Roommate!Reader (A Will They/Won't They One-Shot) by @girl-in-the-chairs-void ❤️‍🔥☁️🍬

From an Ask: Hi girl!!! I dont know if ur taking requests but I’ve recently become obsessed with hangman x roommate!reader and I feel only you can do my imagination justice :))

so imagine this: gang gets together for their annual get away and they get frkn slammed out drunk together bc their get away is the only time they can let go and be themselves without all the tension from work .. jake and his roommate (also a naval aviator) seem to always forget they are just friends when drunk like full on grinding on each other while dancing, making suggestive comments to each other,.. but they’ve never actually kissed so the gang decides to interfere and with the result of a stupid dare they get locked into a closet together being forced to kiss but Jake refuses and reader is kinda hurt by it (imagine a kind of nick and jess new girl inspo for this part, he doesnt want their first kiss to be like that) and after that they decide to go skinny dipping all together (thanks Rooster for the idea) they end up being the only two left on the beach together having a heart to heart conversation and reader wants to know why Jake refused to kiss her… you can decide how you end it!!!

Better Man Universe by @sweetlittlegingy ❤️‍🔥☁️🍬📚

A series about how Jake falls in love with a single mom and becomes a dad and very loving husband. This one is seriously so sweet.

Pas de Deux by @yanna-banana ❤️‍🔥☁️💢🍬📚

Jake and Odette danced around each other from their days at the academy until they were assigned to opposite coast lines; Jake to the west and Odette to the east. Now years later, Odette joins the Daggers at Top Gun. Will they be able to come to terms with their feelings? Or will the past keep them apart?

Silver Springs by @roosterbruiser ❤️‍🔥☁️💢🍬📚

Before becoming a hotshot Naval aviator, Jake Seresin was born and bred in the small town of Silverkeep, TX. It’s only a short drive from Austin but feels like a different world entirely--all the houses are falling apart, people keep their rusty trucks unlocked on their front lawn, central air conditioning is rarer than a rainstorm, and everyone wears their best boots to church. His every waking minute is spent with his endearing group of friends--and most importantly: you. Riding your bikes to Silver Spring on Friday afternoons, drinking cheap beer around a bonfire after school, and making mixed tapes is what you all live for as your senior year drifts to a close.

He comes of age and falls in love with you, his best friend that he affectionately refers to as Filly. You’re the bull-headed, ardent, zealous girl he met in Sunday school before you were old enough to tie your own shoes. Somewhere between chain-smoking after baseball games underneath the bleachers and lying in the bed of someone’s daddy’s truck at the rundown drive-in, the two of you have been entirely dedicated to each other. You both think you’re in love. But your situation is a delicate balance of downright, darling devotion and paralyzing fear of rejection. This is to say: neither of you have the gall to do a damn thing about it. Your existence in the little world of Silverkeep is fragile--suddenly and easily disrupted when maturescence rears its ugly head. Sometimes very far apart and sometimes very close together, yours and Jake’s story spans across fifteen years. From Port Gin to Rior River, your paths are woven intricately by fated grocery store encounters and sprawling horse ranches. 

They All Know, He's In Love With You. by @roleycoleyreccenter ☁️🍬

From the night you first set eyes on Jake “Hangman” Seresin, and went home with him from the bar, you knew that there wasn’t ever going to be anything serious between you two. You just wish you could figure out why he keeps acting the opposite, and everyone thinks you are together.

Drive me wild by @bussyslayer333 ❤️‍🔥☁️🍬📚

falling in love with your best friend’s older brother wasn’t ideal, but jake seresin just might be worth it.

Above The Fold by @ereardon ❤️‍🔥☁️💢🍬📚

As editor-in-chief of Farrington College’s newspaper, you have an ethical duty to journalism to unearth the truth. So when you catch wind that the college’s oldest fraternity is about to be banned for elicit behavior, you’re intent on getting to the bottom of the dissolution of the fraternity. But their suave president Jake Seresin will do anything he can to stop you from getting the full truth. Breaking the story about DPhi’s decades of misconduct could win you a national college journalism scholarship, and the prize is free tuition to your grad school of choice. That is, if you can get past the arrogant and headstrong Jake to uncover the truth behind DPhi’s allegations. Jake has made it his mission to stop you, and it’s clear he despises you for tampering with his fraternity’s politics. Or does he? 

Pizza Box Puzzle Pieces by @ddejavvu ☁️🍬

Jake is a responsible drinker, he swears. But when you're stuck being responsible for the night, a very drunk Jake gives you all but one piece to a puzzle you don't complete until the morning after.

Seeing Red by @call-sign-jinx ❤️‍🔥☁️💢🍬📚

According to the Red Queen hypothesis, a species needs to evolve and adapt in order to survive because its competitors are doing the same.

Or how a young woman who wanted to be a lawyer ended up being a well-known naval aviator, hiding a big secret.

the longer that you stay, the ice is melting - @welcome-to-my-multiverse ❤️‍🔥☁️💢🍬

Some people called you heartless or cold, but you were just trying to protect yourself. And then Jake Seresin knocked down the walls you so carefully built.

Cross by @thewulf ☁️💢🍬

The four times you captured Jake Seresin’s attention and the one time he did something about it.

Angel in Disguise and Angel in Distress by @call-sign-shark ☁️ 💢🍬📚

Studying hard for the Uranium Mission, you fall asleep in the meeting room. Hangman takes care of you…

Hangman always takes care of you, but what happens when he discovers that you’re pregnant?

Where I'm From and Compromise by @sometimes-i-write-good ☁️ 💢🍬📚

Jake Seresin could handle lots of things. He was the only naval aviator of his time to have a confirmed kill - two, actually. He kept forgetting about that second one. It was newly under his belt, and, considering the circumstances surrounding it, he hadn’t felt too inclined to brag about it. Still, the point remained. Jake could carry the weight of taking a life, of saving a life, and of putting his life in harms way. 

Jake never thought he would fall in love with the woman who cried on the first date he ever took her on, but here he was months later standing in her kitchen even more in love than ever.

Wake Up, Kid by @youvebeenlivingfictional ☁️ 💢 🍬

From an Ask: Oh my goodness Jake Seresin!!! How much is your going rate for bribery? (Seriously tho I obviously don’t want you to be under any pressure and like you’ve probably got other priorities but wow I’m in love - total sucker for the innocent character becoming more confident and experienced)

“What do you expect? That this is all going to be easy? That you’re gonna get up there and everything is gonna just click? It takes work. It takes perseverance, and practice. You’re wasting valuable time. Wake up, kid!” 

Nothing to Lose by @topgun-imagines 💢

The real reason behind why Jake Seresin’s flying is so reckless.

Sleepy Baby by @discount-shades ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚

Jake must defend his call sign to a stranger, and he is on a timer. 

Panic by @mamaskillerqueen ☁️ 💢 🍬

When out with your co-workers turned friends, an incident with a grabby man at the Hard Deck sends you spiraling into a panic attack. Thankfully a certain green-eyed aviator is more than happy to help you through your panic.

So, I'll Be There When You Arrive The Sight Of You Will Prove To Me I'm Still Alive by MarvelousAvengfulSlytherin (AO3) ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚

The Dagger Squad find out two things: 1) Maverick is married to someone in the Navy and 2) has a kid with said someone in the Navy. It's too bad none of them actually looked hard enough to see that it's two kids, their own friends to be exact, and that it would come back, biting them in the ass when they made that bet when they began their training.

Callie 'Halo' Kazansky-Mitchell doesn't care about bets, all she's worried about is her Pop's health. It becomes a hilarious distraction nonetheless as she watches her family find their way back to one another. It was true what Slider said, "She may have Maverick's height but she's all Iceman's kid to boot."

or the one where Callie is Ice and Mav's kid, Rooster's little sister in this Top Gun AU

7 Years by @flaming-tgmcu ☁️ 🍬

All the times Jake asked you to marry him and all the times you turned him down... until one day it was different.

Talk You Out Of It by @thedroneranger ❤️‍🔥

One of two entries for @roosterforme’s #love is in the air tgm love song playlist challenge! This fic is inspired by Florida Georgie Line's Talk You Out Of It. Happy Valentine's Day, ya filthy animals! 🖤

Burnin' Up by @cherrycola27 ☁️ 🍬

And that's it, folks! My final entry for @roosterforme 's love is in the challenge! I hope you enjoyed it. This fic was inspired by "Burnin' Up" by the Jonas Brothers. My teenage self is screaming!

Sunshine & Roses by @abliafina-18782 (AO3) ☁️ 🍬

“How often do you get to be creative Bradley?” Jake asked. “Look, I love your designs, I wouldn’t be here otherwise, but they’re not me.” Bradley crossed his arms, an intrigued look on his face. “You saying you’re giving me free hands?” “Sure am.” Jake made sure to sound confident, but on the inside, his heart beat as if he’d just finished a marathon, “I trust you.”

Or; Hangster flower shop & tattoo parlor

American Made by @hangmans-wingman ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚

After the uranium mission, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin desperately needs to restore his Texas roots. With only two months of leave approved, his mother is already trying to find a suitable bride for Jake to settle him down. Despite just wanting to relax and restore his horsemanship skills, the first game for the Texas Longhorns throws a new obstacle in his path. An all-American sweetheart who captures his heart instantly. Will sixty days be enough to get this new love into the endzone?

Somewhere Out There Is Somebody by @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all ☁️ 💢 🍬

On February 13, those over 16 receive an empty box in the mail every year. You place items in the box and they appear in your soulmate's box the following day. Until now, you haven't figured out who your soulmate is. But after an unexpected run-in with your least favorite aviator, you discover your other half may be closer than you think.

[gravestrain]

as the seasons change (p.l. dubois)

@bqstqnbruin Christina! writing for you has been such an honor. I've been following you since I joined Tumblr almost three years ago and have always loved your fics. to write something for you this time is such a joy. 💖

I'm sorry to both you and Demi for the late post. I work 60 hours a week in summers and I'm taking a class that has taken up all of my time. But I promise my tardiness does not dim the amount of love I have for you both (and this fic).

as always: this is a work of fiction. it's hard to imagine why anyone would move from LA to Winnipeg after college, but I tried my best to make it as realistic as possible.

Christina, I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it. It has been such a joy to write this for you. And as always, Demi, thank you for hosting such a wonderful event for our community. @wyattjohnston

3k words. loosely edited, please excuse any mistakes. flashbacks that are not separated by a breaker are written in italics.

You never wanted to hate hockey. Growing up in Southern California, you had always tuned in with the Kings, even attending a few games. But in your mid 20s, you found yourself muting everything to do with hockey, trying to block it out of your head entirely.

It wasn't always like this. In fact, there was a time in your life where it was your entire life. Until it wasn't. You had met Pierre-Luc Dubois shortly after his arrival to Winnipeg. You were living in Winnipeg, fresh out of college working part time on the weekends at a bar. You picked up a part time job to help increase your funds from your starting salary. You truly did have your dream job, but it definitely isn't the dream pay. And moving from your hometown to Winnipeg caused a lot of additional funds.

As soon as you met him, you quickly became aware of his charm, charisma, and unfortunately, his impact on you. And how you could you forget him, with his silky accent always calling you "honey," no matter what the conversation entailed. Every greeting, every question, every conversation, was always started or ended with him addressing you as honey. His reasoning?

"You're as sweet as honey," his deep accented voice told you one day shortly after meeting him. He quickly looked around to survey his surroundings, and then whispered in your ear: "I'm sure you taste like it too."

Of course, your cheeks burned immediately at that. It was definitely not a conversation appropriate for your workplace, under the neon lights of the bar you worked at. Of course, Pierre was the one who was starting those interactions, but you never shut him down, and truthfully you bashed in the attention. It made you feel wanted, it made you feel beautiful. You had your share of guys in college and even a couple in Winnipeg before you met Pierre-Luc, but as soon as you met Pierre, you were done for. There had been no one once you met him, and there had been nothing after him. You had found yourself reminiscing on the times that you and Pierre shared. You were both in love, and you wondered how a connection so powerful, so addicting, had turned into heartbreak.

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"Holy hell, who is that," your coworker Jess muttered out when the two of you were getting ready to get behind the bar for the night. It was a Saturday night, the Jets fresh off an afternoon victory. You had known that the Jets would frequent the bar you worked in after wins, hell you had met a lot of them, but you knew you had never met him. You would have remembered a face like his, a voice like his. A smile like his. Or a smirk, should you say.

"That's Pierre-Luc Dubois, newly acquired by the Jets and the most beautiful man to ever walk through our doors," another coworker, Anthony muttered as he tied his apron around his waist, causing you all to infer that he was familiar with the hockey player. You weren't surprised that he knew him. "Sports gay," the self proclaimed title that Anthony gave himself long before you met was incredibly correct. He had quickly become one of your best friends both at work and outside of work in the short year that you had worked at the bar.

Jess strategically decided to start at the other side of the bar from the players, causing you the responsibility to serve them. You never minded, you never had an issue with any of them. They always tipped well and were kind and friendly to you. They never complained about any service issues, and some of them even went as far to ask you about your personal life. The ones who did knew that this was an extra job for you and always threw in some extra money on top of the tip.

You made your way over to them, trying to pretend that you weren't just having a detailed conversation about one of them. Trying to pretend that you were unfazed by the eye contact that you made with him, by the way that his button up perfectly squeezed his muscular, tattooed arms.

"How's it going gentleman, wonderful to see you all again. Win today?" you asked as you placed coasters in front of them, never bothering with a menu. They always knew what they wanted. As they informed you of their win and made a few side comments, an accented voice that had become familiar quickly spoke up.

"Hi honey, I'm sorry I don't think I got your name. I'll have a jack and coke please. And I'll buy the first round for everybody while you're at it." The way the pet name flowed so easily off his lips should've been a bigger red flag, but you couldn't help but feel your cheeks burn at the comment. "It's Y/N," you informed him as you placed the drink in front of him, trying not to act like you had been extremely flustered by his words.

"Well Y/N, I haven't been here long but I can promise you you're the most beautiful woman in Winnipeg," he charmed, causing you to blush but also roll your eyes. "Don't mind Luc, apparently French men think they can say whatever they want to innocent bar workers," Adam joked, causing the rest of the guys to laugh. You had become very familiar with Adam in the time you'd worked at the bar. He was like a brother to you, and you appreciated the way he loosened the tension because you were incredibly flustered by his words.

But above all, it was the way that despite the teasing from his new teammates, Luc never flustered, his eyes still smoldering your own, and you knew you were in for some trouble.

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You were packing up your apartment, two years since that day that you met Luc. You had decided to move back home. Truth be told, Winnipeg never felt like home. It helped when you were with Pierre-Luc, but the homesickness was undeniable, and following your breakup from Pierre-Luc, it only got worse. There was nothing keeping you there anymore.

Although you were ready to leave, it was hard to ignore the memories of the apartment you were packing up, both good and bad. The joy of being with Pierre and the heartbreak. The giddiness of first meeting him and the emptiness of what you assumed would be the last time you ever saw him. All of those emotions existed inside of the four walls in your apartment.

As you wrapped up picture frames in packing paper, you wondered why you still had these up. It had been 6 weeks since your breakup with Luc, but the pain felt like it happened just yesterday. Your heart constricted at the picture that was looking back at you, a picture of you in the snow. It was the first time you had been alone with him.

"We're closed," you muttered out as you heard the doorbell chime from the front of the restaurant. You were cursing yourself for not locking the front door yet, but you also wondered why people couldn't just open their eyes and read the closing times that were so clearly printed on the very door that they had just opened.

"It's okay honey, I'm not looking for a drink tonight." the accented voice behind you made you tense up immediately. You had to have been dreaming. There was simply no way that he had come back for you. You had been thinking about him for days since he had first come in with the team. You truly did have a soft spot for the Jets team, but they never came in alone. They always came in a group, and never not on their unassigned assigned day: Saturdays. It was a few weeks later, and to your knowledge, there was no one else with him. You turned towards the voice and found that your suspicions were true.

"Hello again, Pierre. Nice to see you, but we really are closed and I'm really trying to get out of here before midnight. After midnight the streets get crazy," you explained to him as you finished up sweeping from behind the bar. "Yeah, I'm sure the streets are really crazy from the inside of your locked car," Pierre joked, causing you to raise your eyebrows. You hadn't known him long, really he had no reason to be protective of you, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he would not approve of the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

"Oh, I walk." you muttered as you broke eye contact in an almost embarrassment. You weren't embarrassed that you walked, it was truly impractical to drive when it was only a few blocks and the streets were always mobbed, the parking almost worse. But you knew deep down it really wasn't safe, and it was embarrassing to be under the microscope like this. You really weren't used to it. You hadn't encountered many men who cared enough about you walking home alone. "Any straight man," Anthony's voice was like the devil on your shoulder in the back of your mind.

"You what?" Pierre grumbled, his eyes lighting up in an almost anger. "There's no way you just said that." He mumbled and you nodded your head. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I did. Did you even listen?" You were growing frustrated. You barely knew this man other than what you had read on Google, what right does he have judging your life decisions? "Yes, unfortunately I did hear what you just said. I can't believe you put yourself in danger like that." You scoffed at him, wondering if this was genuine concern.

"What do you care? I'm just the girl who pours your drinks." You muttered stubbornly as you brushed past him to lock the front door, trying to get back to what you had been doing in the first place: trying to close this damn bar so you could start your apparently infamous walk home.

"I know I haven't known you for long, but I already care about you. You're more than just 'the girl who pours my drinks.' I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. That's why I came back over here in the first place, to hopefully get a chance to talk to you." He was standing his ground, and you felt yours crumbling at his tone of voice, the care in his eyes, the warmth that was somehow radiating off of his body despite it being mid February in Canada.

"I know, I have no right to come in here and judge your routine. But at least let me walk you home. I'll never come back here again if that's what you want, but I simply can not come in here to see you and then let you walk home in the dark. I can walk 6 feet behind you if you want, but I'm not letting you walk alone." He took a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your forearm and you fought the urge to jump back, his touch almost burning you.

You begrudgingly agreed and let Pierre walk you home after you finished closing the bar. The task was surprisingly short, only lengthened by the presence and words of Pierre. You walked closely to Pierre, unconsciously trying to catch some of his body heat as snow was now steadily falling from the sky. It made you miss the warmth of your home, the beating sun, the rise and fall of the waves as you walked home from work a much better scenery than this, although the beauty of the snow was hard to deny.

As you walked up to the front door of your apartment complex, you turned towards Pierre and saw him smiling goofily at you. "What's so funny?" you wondered and he shook his head. "Nothing. You just look adorable in this snow. It's obvious you aren't from here." he chuckled and lifted his phone quickly to take a picture of you, an amused look on your face.

He turned his phone to show you the photo and you smiled, immediately falling in love with the picture. It's true, it was glaringly obvious that you weren't from Winnipeg. "We don't get much snow in LA," you muttered and Pierre gave you a quizzical look. "What on earth are you doing all the way out here?" He asked and you smiled. "My college roommate is from here. I was ready for a change when I graduated so I moved back home with her. I've been here for a year now and I'm still not too sure." you admitted, being more honest with him than you had been with anyone about your living situation, which surprised you.

"I've only been here a month. I've liked it so far, but it doesn't feel like home yet." The vulnerability between the two of you was sobering, reminding you of the weather. "Well it's cold, I don't want you to freeze. I'll call you an Uber back to the bar. Thanks for walking me, truly. I appreciate your concern." You admitted and he smiled. "It's nothing, really. But one thing. Can I send you this picture? I think it's really perfect." he complimented, causing your cheeks to burn. "If you wanted my number, you could've just asked." You joked, now causing Pierre to blush. "That too," he rolled his eyes in faux annoyance.

"Goodnight, honey. I'll dream of you," he swooned, causing you to roll your eyes. "Goodnight Pierre." You hummed back. You would never admit that you dreamed of him too that night.

Tears streaming down your cheeks broke you out of your sorrowful flashback, the picture of you in the snow staring back at you. You kept it up at first to remind you that you could feel joy in Winnipeg, but as you packed it up, you realized that was obviously a failure.

You placed the picture frame in the now full box and sealed it with packing tape, grabbing a sharpie to label it clearly.

DO NOT OPEN.

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That was March, and now this was September. Somedays the breakup felt like yesterday and somedays it felt like a lifetime ago. There was still an ache in your heart somedays and other days you found yourself looking at other people.

It was mid-September, but the sun was still beating down hard. You didn't miss much about Winnipeg, but somedays the sun beat down just a bit too hard and you found yourself thinking about how the four seasons were so prominent there. You closed the door to the bar you had found yourself in back in LA, feeling a sense of deja vu as you turned the lock and pulled on the handle to ensure it worked.

"I seriously hope you don't still walk home in the dark alone after work."

There was no way his voice was behind you. You had to have been imagining it. The deja vu must've been getting too real. You shook your head out and turned towards the street. But there was nothing imaginary about the figure in front of you. You had spent so much time memorizing his face, his body, his heart. You knew him like the back of your hand.

"What are you doing here?" came out before you could stop yourself, your palm coming up to cover your mouth in embarrassment. "You didn't hear the news? 8 years upcoming with the LA Kings." You found yourself laughing out loud. There was no way.

"Well that can't be a coincidence." It was true that you missed Luc, a piece of your heart missing when he left. But that's exactly what he did: broke your heart. "Of course you were in mind when I signed. You're the love of my life." He admitted and you shook your head. "It sure didn't feel that way when you broke up with me."

It was probably an unfair comment, but you didn't care in that moment. He had shattered your heart when he left. Giving you no reason other than "it's the wrong time for us."

"That's not fair. I didn't want to leave you. I didn't have a choice. I was losing myself in that city and I couldn't let you watch it happen." He admitted and you scoffed. "So was I! God, Luc. I didn't think your pride was too big to admit that you needed help. You should've known I would've supported you." You came back at him with force, causing people on the street to stare at you.

"Of course I knew. I was embarrassed. I have loved you enough for three lifetimes and I couldn't even admit to you that I was struggling." You felt your heart crack. You knew that the toxic masculinity in hockey culture was unfair. You felt for him, that he felt he couldn't come to you with that. And while he loved you enough for three lifetimes, you loved him just the same. You felt tears brimming in your eyes, once again your self control leaving you.

"I missed you, Luc. So much," you told him tearily, causing him to bring you into a tight embrace.

"This time, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." And truly, you should've had more self control. You should've had more questions, more doubts. But in front of you was the man who walked you home the second time you met in a blizzard just to make sure you were safe. The man who helped you break down your walls and stood by you while you both fell and flourished. The man who would do anything to make you smile, make you feel loved. He was yours. He always would be.

You weren't sure how the universe aligned to bring you two back together, but as you held each other on the sidewalk, swaying back and forth under the street light, you knew you would be thankful for it everyday.

[rosedominatesyou]

Bedtime Stories w/ Rose

ੈ✩‧˚ Record Breaker ‧˚ੈ✩

(Bedtime Story #1)

Good evening my little pups, mommy promised you a bedtime story and here it is <3 remember my rule! If this gets posted and it isn’t bedtime, you have to wait!!! Keep it in your likes until you’re curled up in the dark all cozy and sleepy.

Before reading: Everything I’m about to say is real and actually happened. I’ve withheld things like locations and last names to be respectful to the people in the story.

One of the details I have in my pinned post is that I have a personal record of making a girl cum 7 times in a single day. That sounds a little excessive, doesn’t it? It was. Here’s mommy’s story about that day, and in part 2, she’ll tell you about the boy she dated that almost made it a tie. 🤭🤭

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Please listen to one of my favorite songs before you settle in to read mommy’s story. The song is called ‘House Of Mirrors’ by Softcult.

I was a very stereotypical lesbian growing up. I wanted to be every single label and description I had ever seen online, and I wanted people to know it everywhere I went. When I was 15, I went to a salon without my mom’s permission and asked them to shave my head. She didn’t talk to me for 3 days once she got home and saw me. I used to carry a peach around in my backpack at school just so that I could show other kids “what it looked like to eat pussy”. Yes, I bought a new peach every week for this sole purpose. I was pretty athletic, and I almost exclusively played softball throughout my adolescence.

But if you remember the mid-2010’s well, then you’ll recall that archery and the Hunger Games was all anyone was talking about. I had been feeling a little burned out from softball (I played catcher/left field), and I knew with my long arms and hand/eye coordination, I might possibly find archery appealing to me.

That’s how I met Taylor. I joined a club and she was the owner’s niece. Having already been doing this for over 10 years, she seemed so miserable and hated every second of being there, always complaining about something or hiding away out of sight.

I was drawn to her instantly. Almost a foot taller than me and eventually became my best friend, she wouldn’t admit her feelings for over a year. She was a virgin, and not out to anyone (even herself), so when I was finally able to pull those words out of her, it changed absolutely everything about our relationship. I had spent the night at her house before, but I decided I had had enough of the games and going around the way I can see I make her feel. We were laying in bed facing eachother, our arms and legs tangled up in such a romantic position that it’s crazy we thought we were fooling anyone. We were still hanging on to the “just friends” label, and right then I saw something shift in her eyes. She wanted to say it, but could never without my encouragement.

“You can tell me…” I say in a whisper, no other words had been said yet.

Her eyes go wide, trying to convince the voice in her head that it’s wrong.

I put my forehead against her’s, “What would you do if I tried to kiss you right now?”

She giggles, her answer more confident than I expected, “Kiss back?”

I kissed her, and that was it. Both of our world’s were changed. I had a few partners before her but Taylor and I would go on to have the longest relationship I had ever had at the time, and even though things ended badly in the end, the amount of new experiences we both gained from those days will always stay with me. She and I still occasionally talk to this day, though I try to keep my distance out of respect for her well-being.

Taylor and I were instructors at a summer camp for the club we were apart of once I turned 18, teaching archery to kids as young as 5 years old on 1 week rotations. It was my first real job, and I was working right alongside my new girlfriend. We were in our best days during this time, total honeymooners, and finding any chance we could to sneak away and make out. These were some of the best memories I have with an ex.

The job only lasted 3 months, and we usually always went over to her house after we got off of work. I’d follow her in my car and spend the night and then drive myself home in the morning. There were a few times I spent the night and we went right back to work together afterwards. And yes, if you were wondering, this girl was definitely no longer a virgin.

One specific week during the summer camp, we were just finishing up class and I was writing down ideas for the next day on a clipboard. She starts telling about how her parents were going away again for the weekend, and how we would ‘have the house to ourselves’.

“Andrew’s going too…?” I asked, my neck snapping up to face her. Her parents went up to the cabin they owned regularly, but usually her stupid younger brother would stay behind.

“Mhmm…” She bites her lip at me.

And so we’ve arrived at what this story is all about. We had another day until they would be out of town - another day of angsty classes where we tried unsuccessfully to avoid looking at eachother. I barely remember driving to her house once we were off. We had the entire weekend to ourselves, and I had big plans on how we would use it.

I don’t remember the first half of the day, I usually always just think about an Instagram selfie I posted of us in her bathroom as we got ready to go out to dinner. But…we didn’t make it to dinner 🥴 we took that picture and I immediately couldn’t handle how good she looked in her black dress, so I took her back to the bedroom.

We did everything on my list. I knew we might never get an opportunity to have that kind of alone time again, so I wanted to try all the kinky things that other people I had dated never wanted to do. Actually, some of these things we did are still things only she let me do to her.

Her metal bed frame was perfect for tying her hands up. There were posts at the end of her bed too so I had her ankles bound tight along with her wrists. I wanted to do a sort of hot/cold stimulation, so I had ice cubes and hot candle wax on the night stand that I switched off using. She would scream as I dropped the wax on her nipples while also dragging an ice cube over her pussy lips. The rope left deep rug burns on her skin as she struggled over my soft torture.

After a few go’s, I cut her free and we both laid exhausted on the bed, her head against my chest.

“How many times was that?” I ask.

“I don’t know…” She says with her eyes closed.

“Five? There were the…three? This morning?”

“This morning?!” She yells at me, “Uuuuhggg….maybe like….six then?”

“Six sounds right.” I breathe out, holding her in my arms, “Maybe you could do one more?”

“Fuck…no!” She whimpers.

My fingers are already feeling how wet she is, “I think you can…”

It takes her longer than the other times, my whole face covered in her juices as I’m basically begging her to cum again for me. I’m saying pleasepleaseplease as I’m ramming my fingers into her watching her shake under my grip. Taylor and I were together for a little less than a year, not counting the time we were just friends. No one knew we were dating, it was a secret to both of our families, but that all changed after one careless kiss in the parking lot outside the archery club. Someone recognized us and told her Aunt. Taylor called me frantically later in the day, saying that if I don’t tell my mom about us, her Aunt will. It was no fun having that conversation, because I wasn’t only telling my mom about my secret relationship with my best friend, but I was also coming out to her.

But that’s a bedtime story for another time 😊 I hope you enjoyed learning a little more about me, thanks for taking the time to read. Let me know what you think, and I’ll be making more posts soon about upcoming parts if you all liked this so much.

Sleep well babies 💗

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