#this is so great because i really need to go to bed early tonight

[sunflowerliberty]

have a big research paper due tomorrow night and the same class’s lecture and tutorial got cancelled tomorrow im <3 <3 <3

[miniwheat77]

Smash pt 2. (dbf!Price X Reader.)

!hefty age gap, daddy kink, mentions of violence, smut, THIS IS FILTHY AGE GAP SMUT YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

John rubs his eyes as he wakes up. His phone is ringing and he wants to answer it before it wakes you.

He sits up and grasps the phone, silencing it and walking out of the room before answering it. He regrets not taking a look at who’s calling this early. “Hello?” John asks into the phone.

“John.”

John sighs as soon as he hears his voice come over the phone. “We need to talk about this John. I just got a call from a buddy of mine saying that he saw you with Y/N buying groceries. How long is this going to last?”

John shakes his head. “That’s none of your business.”

“My daughter is my business.”

“Hardly, you treat her like rubbish.” He scoffs. He’s trying to talk low so that he doesn’t wake you. He can hear your dad sigh on the other end of the phone. “Listen. If you part ways with her right now, never speak with her again. I can let this go. We can continue to be good friends John. I can forgive you.” John shakes his head. He can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Your daughter needs someone to guide her. Someone who won’t treat her like she’s nothing. She needs support. She needs a fucking father. Who chooses her over his wife. Who puts her first. Who gives a shit.”

“And what, you want that to be you?”

“Course not, I love Y/N. The more she talks about you and everything you’ve done to her, the more I hate you. I mean really. You’ve always put Y/N last and truly, it disgusts me. You’ve messed up with this one but I’m going to pick up the pieces and help her heal. Until you’re ready to apologize to Y/N for all you’ve done and want to be a better father to her, don’t call again.”

A ‘beep’ is all your dad hears on the other end of the line.

John sighs.

He needs to wake up. He makes his way into the kitchen for coffee.

Once you smell it, you start to stir in your sleep. Feeling the bed empty makes you sigh. You didn’t like waking up alone. Maybe choosing a military man who wakes up so early didn’t help with that. But because of who he was and what he meant to you. You’d deal with it.

You sit up, wincing as your feet hit the cold hard wood floor. Standing up. You make your way out of the room and down the hallway to the kitchen. “Morning darling.” John smiles. “Morning.” You smile. Picking up the coffee pot and pouring yourself a cup of coffee. You make your way over to him, sitting across the table from him. “Something wrong?” You ask. “Uh.. well.” He sighs. “Your dad called me this morning.” He mumbles. “Oh boy. What did he have to say?” You ask, sitting up more. “Just.. a bunch of bullshit. How if I get away from you right now he’ll forgive me. Bunch of rubbish.” He rolls his eyes. He sees you smile. “Got quite a way with words, does he?” You giggle. He shakes his head. “God no.”

“Best thing about that man is his daughter.” He winks at you. Seeing your cheeks warm up. “I know right. I’m pretty great.” You sip your coffee. It’s still too hot to drink. “Was thinking we could go to the mall today.” He says. You tilt your head. “Hm? Why?”

“Get you something nice.” He shrugs. You laugh. “No John. Quit trying to spend all your money on me.” You roll your eyes. He stands up, making his way round the table. Sliding your chair out slightly. “Ah cmon darling. Maybe we can find you something pretty to wear tonight. Something we’ll both like ah?” He bites at his lip. “That’s the real reason you wanna go hm?” You laugh. “Well. You already call me daddy. Might as well give you the sugar part too, right?” You roll your eyes. “You’re not my sugar daddy John. You’re my boyfriend.” You scoff. He tilts his head, gliding his tongue over his teeth. “Boyfriend huh? I like that. Makes me feel not so old.” He laughs. “Cmon though. I can look for some stuff, you can look for some stuff. We can look for some stuff together. It’ll be a date.” He smiles. “Alright alright. Let me get dressed.” You laugh.

———

Your eyes scan the whole wall of fragrances.

“Oh dear.” John mumbles. You can’t help but laugh at his apprehension.

“You got 4. It’s buy 3, get 3 free. So I can find 2.” You smile. “Right. Right. But if you want more than that, I’ll buy you 3 more.” He laughs. “No. 2 is good. I can get a spray and a lotion.

You spray one on a fragrance tester card. “What about this one?” You ask. He leans into it, taking a sniff. His nose crinkles up. “Bloody hell. What is that?” He pulls away like his nose has just been assaulted. You roll your eyes. “So dramatic John.” You laugh.

After looking across a few more, you find one you really like. “What about this one?” You decide to spray it on your wrist and let it soak into your skin for a second before letting him smell it.

He nods his head. “Like that one.” He smiles. “Perfect. Now let’s go, this store is giving me a headache.” You murmur. Going up to the front.

“Did you guys find everything you were looking for today?”

You nod your head. “Yeah we did.” You smile. After finishing checking out, you make your way around the mall. Coming across a Victoria's Secret. "Isn't this what you came here for John?" You smirk. Seeing his cheeks turn pink. He rolls his eyes. "You think I'm scared?" He laughs. "Course not. Cmon."

You're shopping around a bit, you've only found a couple of things to buy. You don't expect to run into your friend. The one who was supposed to go to the barbecue with you. You wanted to call her up and thank her for not showing up. Than, you might not have gone home with John. She approaches you when she sees you. "Hey Y/N." She smiles. "Hey. What are you doing?" You ask. "Just shopping around. I haven't heard from you in a couple weeks. been worried about you." She looks concerned. "Oh... It's a long story." You blush. She looks confused. "Sorry darling, I had to take that phone call." John appears from behind you and once her eyes see him, they widen slightly. "Oh. I see. Is this uh..." She asks. Seeing you nod your head. "Oh shit." She laughs. "I missed a few chapters I see." She smiles. "John, this is my friend I told you about, the one who was supposed to come to the barbecue." He reaches a hand out and firmly shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you. Y/N has told me a lot about you." He nods. His accent is thick just like you said it was.

She laughs. "Trust me, Y/N has told me A LOT about you too." She winks. Seeing crimson rush up your cheeks. "Well I got class in a few hours and I still have more shopping to do. I'll see you around Y/N. Nice meeting you John." She smiles. After some more goodbye's, you're parting ways. After checking out and going through a couple more stores with John, you're making your way out to the parking lot. "Eventful day ah?" He laughs. "Very."

He opens up your door for you and just as you're about to get in, you hear someone calling his name from across the parking lot. "Hey John." You see a man jogging up to him. He's familiar. You seen him around your dad a few times, knowing who he is. He's a friend of both John and your dad. "Is... Is that Y/N?" He asks. Seeing you sitting in the passenger seat. "Yeah." John smiles. "Oh.. so what he said is true." He looks awkward. "What did he say?" John crosses his arms. "That you were messing around with his daughter." He laughs, turning to look at you. "You okay honey?" He asks. You narrow your eyes. "Oh, I'm great. Better than ever." You stand up, pushing the door open further. Wrapping an arm around John. "I guess you could say that. I don't know why he acts like he even cares about her. You know he let his wife send Y/N off drunk from that last get together they had? If it weren't for me she would've had to walk home." John shakes his head. "You're kidding, he always made himself out to sound like a great dad." He shakes his head. "No, his wife had my car towed the next morning and he didn't even care." You grumble. "Wow. I'm sorry to hear that Y/N. Well... as weird as it is to see the both of you together, I hope you're doing well. See you around." He tilts his head. John waves and you get back into his truck.

"Jesus. Let's get home before we run into my dad next." You laugh. "No kidding." John laughs.

———

John is finishing up the dishes. You said you needed to shower and get ready for school the next day, so you're upstairs.

You feel a little bad for leaving him hanging but you know the surprise you have for him will make up for it.

You finish putting on the set of black lingerie he had his eye on. Waiting for him to come upstairs. You can hear his footsteps coming upstairs. Waiting in the doorway of his bathroom for him. When he steps inside, you step into his line of sight. Seeing a smirk grow at his lips. "Jesus..." He breathes. He steps closer to you, hands gliding over your hips to pull you closer to him. "Where you been all my life huh?" He laughs. Pressing his lips to yours.

Before that night at your dads house, if someone had told John this is where he'd be a couple months later, he'd tell them they're crazy. His hands glide down your ass, he hears you gasp because of how cold they are. "Jesus." You laugh. Taking a breath. "You're perfect you know that?" He breathes. He pulls you back into him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you standing between his legs. He toys with the black lace of the lingerie set. You take in a deep breath, eyes feeling heavy as his hands climb higher up your stomach, hands cupping your breasts.

You didn't know how long this would last. Maybe John would have a come to jesus moment and feel bad for messing around with you because you were so young. Maybe he'd tell you to stay away from him someday, restore that friendship with your dad. Leave you with nothing. Maybe he didn't really believe that you were in love with him.

But you knew, all you could do was savor it. Relish in every last burn his fingers left on your skin. You tilt your head back as his hand moves higher, brushing over your throat. John is like some sick drug. The effects he has on you are everlasting. He presses his hand over your throat, pushing you back so that he could spin you around. He pushes you back onto the bed and you barely realize where you are. "Am I losing you darling? You this crazy about me huh?" He laughs. You look up at him, gliding your tongue over your lips. You don't know what to say, so you choose to say nothing at all.

He grasps the hem of his shirt. Pulling it over his head. "S'alright. You can keep daydreaming. I'll take you somewhere nice baby." He leans down, kissing you again. He's got himself propped up with one hand to unbutton his jeans. Once he's freed himself, he pushes your legs apart. Grasping the panties you had on and pulling them down. He moves himself up. Looking down at you. It's dim in the room. You swallow hard. He lowers his head, lips right near your ear. "Just relax for daddy, yeah?" He smiles. His warm breath causes chills to rise on your skin. "Fuck." You breathe. He lines himself up with your entrance, sinking into you. A hiss leaves his lips. He doesn't feel he'll ever get used to the way you wrap so tightly around him.

"Fuck." He breathes. He slides out, pushing himself back inside. The warmth he feels from you is always so much. He doesn't know how he holds back from cumming so fast that it's pathetic.

The way he grips the sheets is like a maniac. Holding on for dear life as he loses himself in you.

"Look at me baby." He breathes. Lifting your chin to look at him. You look up at him, eyes full of tears of pleasure. They always are when the both of you are intimate with each other. Your thighs shiver and he's barely touched you. "Give yourself to me." He breathes. "Want you to look at me okay?" He breathes. "Keep looking at me baby." He breathes. He raises his hips just slightly, rutting deeper into you. Your eyes close instinctively. You hear him chuckle. "Keep them open darling. Keep looking at me." He breathes. He keeps a steady pace, watching the walls behind your eyes start to crumble. He's so good at making you fall apart. Picking apart every last nerve ending in your body. He uses his thumb to rub your sensitive nub, sparks shooting into your lower stomach. Your lips part and cries start to leave your lips. Your eyes get heavy but you obey him. Keeping them open.

You push him off of you, taking him off guard.

You push him back, climbing on top of him. He gasps as you slide down onto his length again. It's easy with how wet he's made you. You grasp his wrists and pin them above his head. He entertains it and lets you. Wondering what exactly you had in store for him. "It's your turn. Your turn to look at me." You start to rut your hips into his, seeing his face turn up like he's in pain. You know he's not. He's feeling good. He groans out as you raise your hips off of him, sliding back down on him. You keep eye contact with him. Getting exactly what you wanted. His eyes are fixated on yours and his lower stomach clenches up. "Fuck, you feel so good baby." He hisses. He lowers his gaze for a second to watch his length disappear into you. The perfect show.

You're soaking him, the wetness of your pussy gathers at the base of his cock. He can feel it running down him. "Fuck- John." You pant. He grips your hair. Tugging your head back. "No, that's not what you call me baby." He growls. Your body shakes over him. "Daddy." You mewl. "So close.. so so close." You sob. He starts to rut his hips up into you. watching you fall apart above him. "Look at me." He sits up, holding you into him. He keeps thrusting up into you. "Cum with me. Look at me baby." He pants. Your hips jump slightly. Body going stiff as you cum, but you keep eye contact with him as he finishes you off. He holds you tight against him, thrusting up into you, emptying himself of his filth. Pumping you full of it.

When he finally stills inside of you, you take a deep breath. Laying your head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, he finally laughs. "Feel better sweetheart?"

"Much." You laugh.

"I'll always take care of you, you know." He brushes your hair out of your face. You rest your head on his chest. "You don't have to go through any more bullshit, not while I'm here."

Your dad gave John a choice.

But he thinks he's got his mind made up already.

[luvhughes43]

birthday | quinn hughes

luvhughes43 masterlist🌙

request: can you write an angsty one for quinn where he forgets your birthday because he’s busy with hockey and you fight about it and then you give him the silent treatment the next day and he tries to make it up it up you 

note: i changed it a little bit! 

word count: 1.2k words

you waited all day with baited breath, wondering when your boyfriend of three years would acknowledge your birthday. usually, depending on both of your work schedules, quinn would take you to your favourite cafe for breakfast and then later in the day he would cook one of your favourite dishes for dinner. In between meals, you’d spend the day doing whatever you wanted, which usually just meant going for a walk and maybe to the mall.

you woke up early and got yourself dressed and ready for the day. quinn was already gone to the gym which wasn’t unusual, so you scrolled through your emails while you waited for him to come home. 

quinn didn't come home till noon. 

“hey babe,” quinn greeted you quickly, pecking your cheek before he rushed into your shared bedroom. you swivel around on the bar stool you were sitting on, eyes following quinn as he jogged from your bedroom and into the bathroom. 

when he reemerged from the room, bag in hand, you frown. “what are you doing?”

“the guys are going to this new place.. some new gym downtown”

“oh,” you deflate, “weren’t you just at the gym tho?” 

“yeah but babe, this one has an ice bath!” quinn explains enthusiastically, as if the addition of an ice bath should outweigh the excitement that was your 24th birthday. 

“right…” 

“we're not working out or anything. just checking the place out. It's good for team building” he adds.

you stare blankly at him, wishing that this is just some elaborate joke and that he has a plan for your birthday. 

“right well, i’ll see you later!” quinn flashes a quick smile as he leans down to kiss your cheek again. 

“bye…?” 

quinny: going out for dinner! so sorry we didn't get to spend any time together today. wanna do dinner tomorrow night?

quinny: the teams really getting on good! I think we’ve got a close group here

it was 6pm, you were alone, and in approximately 10 minutes you would officially be 24. how great is this? you thought sarcastically. you were about to be 24, in a too nice apartment, with a boyfriend who completely forgot about you. 

you pulled your cookies out of the oven, dropping the tray on top of the stove with a clatter. tears sprung to your eyes as you pulled out a small pack of glittering candles. you didn't even get an invite to quinns dinner tonight. 

you watched your candles go out slowly while you imagine how you should've spent the day. Happy birthday to me… 

“hey baby, what did you do all day?” quinn asked as he slipped into bed next to you. his alarm clock had blinded you with the time, 11:24, lit up in a cutting shade of red. he tried to hold your gaze, but you turned over. he had actually forgotten.  

quinn grabbed at your shoulder, but you shrugged him off. “I’m tired,” you whispered through the ball in your throat. if quinn talked about his day, you might actually cry.

“what's wrong?” quinn asked, genuinely concerned. he sat up in bed, reaching over and flicking his lamp on. 

“I’m not talking about this tonight”

“well, no. if you're going to say something then say it. what did i do wrong this time?” you rolled around to face him just as he finished his sentence with an eyeroll. 

“excuse me?” you were seeing red. 

“just tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it. did i leave a sock on the floor?” he jokes, quickly surveying the room and noticing that you cleaned earlier. 

you sat up in bed. “you're such an asshole! you know that right?” 

“woah! no need to get angry! i just wanted to go to bed. Its late.” 

“yeah well, i wanted to celebrate my birthday with my boyfriend today so i guess we don't always get what we want, huh?” your voice is venomous as you climb out of bed. you rip your pillow off the bed with every intention to sleep in the guest room. 

quinns shocked expression was almost comical. his eyes wide, eyebrows raised, and mouth slightly agape as he finally realized what was bothering you. with how busy his new schedule was due to being captain, he had completely forgotten about you.

“y/n don't go! I’m so sorry!” quinn kicks the comforter away from him as follows you down the hallway. 

“I don't want to talk to you right now,”

“baby, please! I swear I didn’t mean to forget-” quinn started but you abruptly cut him off. 

“i don't want to hear it! I waited for you all day! I shouldn't have to remind you when my birthday is! We talked about it literally last week!”

“I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you!” quinns words fell on deaf ears as you slammed the guest bedroom door in his face. 

as soon as the door was locked, you let all your emotions of the day out. your sad uber eats delivery, raw cookies, the moping around… quinn. 

quinn stood on the other side of the door, face in between his hands as he listened to you cry. 

the next morning, quinn was on good boyfriend behaviour. he had bought you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, made you breakfast, and had a birthday card waiting at the table for you. 

you rubbed at your eyes tiredly as you made your way into the kitchen. you had gotten absolutely no sleep last night, and you were still upset at quinn. 

quinn watched you in silence as he set the last piece of french toast in his pan. you glanced up at him before averting your gaze towards your gifts. 

To Y/n, 

Happy 24th Birthday. I love you beyond words. 

Quinn

“Quinn,” you sighed as you set the card back on the table. 

“It’s a shitty card I know,” you can’t help the small smile that graces your lips . “I’m so sorry. I called in sick today.. we can do something or you can do whatever, its up to you! I just really want you to know that i’m sorry” he sets the fresh piece of french toast onto a plate before sliding it over to you. 

“I know you're sorry,” you say, stepping over and into quinns open arms. you stand there for a minute, quinn softly rubbing your back while you lay your head on his shoulder. “I just felt really awful”

quinn hums to acknowledge what you were saying. “I know. I don't know what was wrong with me”

“you have new responsibilities q. you're going to be busy with the team” you put his thoughts into words and it was his time to sigh. 

“Still. There’s no excuse” quinn hugs you tighter. “I love you”

“I love you too” you whisper into the side of his neck, arms tightening around him. 

It wasn't okay that he had forgotten, but at least he was making an effort to fix it.

[xomakara]

Desiring You

SUMMARY | When Jaehyun has an inkling that you were touching yourself and thinking of him, he wants to know all your sexual fantasies. PAIRINGS | Jaehyun/Fem!Reader GENRE | college au, friends to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, fellatio, fingering, female masturbation, cunningulus, dirty talk RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,435 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | 🙂 and now I will take a mini break from writing. (I'll be back next week lol)

"Fuck..."

After your date with Doyoung, you came back home feeling sexually frustrated. You were expecting to get laid tonight but that obviously didn’t happen. Even though you don’t really regret going on a date with him because he was nice and you enjoyed talking to him, you were hoping to have sex with him afterwards. But since that wasn’t happening, you decided to go ahead and try out some self-pleasuring.

You ran a hand along your chest while sitting on your bed. You knew your roommate and friend Jaehyun wasn’t coming home any soon. There was no reason for him to come home after his shift ended so early. He usually worked until midnight, sometimes later.

So it was a good thing that you were home alone. You wouldn’t have anyone interrupting you if you did decide to masturbate. Although, if he found out that you get off thinking about him it might not be such a great thing.

Not that you would ever admit that you get off thinking about him. If he found out he would definitely become curious and wonder why you fantasize about him. Of course, that wouldn’t bother you at all.

Thinking about him brought a smile to your face. How could you not think about him? Every time he looked at you with those beautiful eyes you immediately felt a little blush creep up on your face. How the hell did you start thinking about your friend in a sexual manner? Did you do something to inspire these feelings?

You weren’t sure what to call them; love or lust maybe? Those two terms seemed too strong. It was probably more of a sexual attraction towards him. Maybe that would be a better term to use.

Yeah, that sounds right. Sexual attraction sounds good.

What made you feel these feelings toward him? You’ve been friends for years. He has done nothing to make you feel this way other than be friendly and act like a normal person. You haven’t even kissed yet. Although, you would give anything to kiss those chocolaty lips of his.

Okay. Maybe this is starting to sound like you have a crush on him. A small crush. Yes, definitely a tiny crush. But is it possible that it could grow bigger?

You started to wonder if he felt the same way. Is he having fantasies about you too? Are you one of his many female fantasies? Is that even a possibility?

All this questioning made you wet.

Thinking about Jaehyun made you wet.

No matter how many times you go through this situation, you always end up becoming wet.

Well that’s convenient.

When you thought about this sexy man making you cum over and over again, it only added fuel to the fire. So naturally, when you were done touching your breasts, you reached under your bed and grabbed your favorite dildo. It was long, hard, and thick. Perfect for taking care of yourself whenever you need to.

As you slipped it into your pussy, you began thinking about your conversation with Jaehyun earlier today. What would happen if he discovered your secret desires? Would he think less of you? Would he still want to hangout with you knowing that you wanted to have sex with him? Was he already aware of your fantasies?

Just thinking about it was making you even more horny. Your mind was filled with images of you naked underneath Jaehyun while he fucks you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist as you grinded against him. He leaned down and planted soft kisses on your neck before giving you another firm thrust inside of you. The sounds of his hips slapping against yours got louder and faster until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your orgasm rushed through you as you fell onto the floor panting.

Oh god…

This is exactly what you needed right now!

“Fuck, Jaehyun.” You said letting out a loud moan.

You picked up the pace of your movements as you became even more turned on by your own thoughts. It had been a while since you felt this way. As you sat there with a dildo buried deep inside of you, you let out a sigh of relief. All of the stress from school and work finally washed away as you lost yourself in your fantasy.

There was a knock on your door and you stopped mid stroke. Fuck! Was Jaehyun home? You grew anxious at the sudden thought of your roommate being home while you were masturbating about him. Could he tell what you were doing?

Oh my god, you are acting like an idiot. Of course he won’t know what you are doing. Just calm down.

Your heart began to race as you quickly finished off your session and removed the dildo from your pussy. It slid out with ease as you closed your legs together tightly. Leaning forward, you rested your head on your pillow and stared up at the ceiling, pulling your sheets to your naked body. After a few seconds, you finally relaxed and your breathing returned to normal. You heard your door creak open. When you lifted your head you saw Jaehyun standing in front of you.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something,” he said quietly.

“N-no. That was just me getting myself off. It was nothing,” you replied. You knew what he was implying and it didn’t surprise you. Of course he knew what you were doing. “You didn’t hear me pleasuring myself did you?”

“Uh…” he paused, clearly trying to think of something to say. He scratched his head awkwardly before saying, “I guess I must have heard something but I wasn’t sure what.”

He tried to hide the fact that he knew exactly what you were doing. Well, of course he knew. Your rooms shared a wall. There was no way he didn’t hear anything. But it didn’t seem like he cared either. That actually made you feel pretty damn happy. “Sorry about that, I just got carried away.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, “are you ready for dinner? We’re meeting everyone else downstairs in twenty minutes.”

“Dinner? I thought we weren’t going anywhere tonight,” you said, getting up from your bed, ignoring the way Jaehyun looked at your naked body before he looked away. It's not like you haven't seen each other naked before. There were times where you would shower and he would walk in on you and vice versa. You pulled on some clothes, combed your hair, and grabbed your purse before heading downstairs. “Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re eating at the place on the corner. There is a special for the night, half price drinks, so I told Johnny and the guys that we should check it out. He agreed,” Jaehyun explained as he led the way out of the apartment building and walked down the street.

Once outside, you realized that you hadn’t put on a bra under your tight cropped shirt. You shrugged it off though. You weren’t the kind of girl who wore bras unless she absolutely had to. Besides, no one was looking at you. In fact, most people were staring at Jaehyun. At least that was what it felt like. There were quite a few women gawking at him as they passed by.

Jaehyun didn't pay them any mind. Instead, he seemed to be looking at you. His gaze seemed to linger on your breasts longer than usual. And when he glanced at your bare stomach, you could swear you saw a bulge appear beneath his pants.

Was he getting a boner?

As you walked, Jaehyun asked you questions about work, school and the upcoming summer break. But his focus was never on the conversation. Instead, his eyes kept returning to your body. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just flattering. You liked it when he looked at you. In fact, you loved it.

The restaurant you arrived at wasn’t very big. It consisted of three booths on each side and a bar in the middle where they served food and drinks. It wasn’t very busy so you were seated right away. It wasn’t long before you placed your order and ordered your first round of drinks. Once your orders were taken, Jaehyun turned to you and said, “I’ll be right back. Don’t leave without me.”

And with that he headed towards the restroom. Once you heard the door close, you lifted your glass to your lips and took a sip of your drink. Then you glanced over at the table next to you and noticed one of the girls sitting there with her friends. She was checking you out. You were the only single woman in the group. So of course she was paying attention to you.

Shaking off the awkward moment you felt on your skin, you continued to look around the restaurant. You noticed several men who were also checking you out. Some had their heads turned towards you and were talking amongst themselves while others were just staring.

They were all checking you out, but they all averted their attention when Jaehyun returned and slid into the seat beside you. The rest of your group arrived shortly after that and you ordered your second round of drinks. Soon enough you were drinking more and giggling with the guys, discussing various topics ranging from sports to celebrities.

You couldn't help but be aware that Jaehyun placed his left hand on your right thigh. To him, it was probably nothing. This was a casual setting and everyone around them was doing the same thing. It was innocent and fun. But for you, it was different. You were tipsy and feeling horny. So when Jaehyun placed his hand on your thigh, you were caught off guard.

At first, you froze. You wondered if he would remove his hand once he realized you weren’t comfortable.

But then you realized he wasn’t removing it because he enjoyed doing it. No, it was much worse than that. He was purposely putting his hand on your thigh because he wanted to. And what’s more? He knew you were going to like it.

That realization made you a little bit nervous. Did he do this often? Does he do this to every woman he meets? And why does it turn you on so much? Why can’t you stop thinking about him? It was making you crazy. Your entire body started to tingle and your pussy began to get moist. Suddenly, you had the urge to rub your clit and reach down between your legs.

Just the thought of doing that sent waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

After finishing your nth round of drinks, you excused yourself to go to the restroom. Once inside, you locked the door and leaned against the sink. You gripped the sink and took deep breaths. You needed to relax. Despite your raging need to actually get laid, you could wait until you get home. This was not the place nor time to satisfy those urges.

You walked back to the table, and was about to sit back down, when suddenly someone cleared their throat. Startled, you looked up to see Jaehyun smiling down at you. “How’s everything? Ready to leave yet?”

“Yeah, we should probably head home soon,” you responded, attempting to smile.

Jaehyun stood up from the booth and motioned for you to follow him. Walking behind him, you thought about asking him what he meant by leaving but decided against it. Instead, you chose to act like you didn’t notice anything. Maybe it was his intention to drive you wild and you would eventually ask him about it later. Who knows?

“Yeah, the guys want to resume the party back at our place.” He muttered, noticing the look of confusion you had on your face.

The walk back to your apartment seemed like forever. All the while, you attempted to ignore Jaehyun’s presence beside you. You tried focusing on the tall buildings that lined the streets instead. You listened intently to the conversations surrounding you, nodding your head occasionally in agreement or disagreement. Even though you weren’t really listening, you still managed to keep up with what everyone was saying. By the time you reached your building, you were exhausted.

When you entered the elevator, the doors closed shut and the elevator began its ascent. As you waited for the elevator to stop at your floor, you sighed deeply. What was happening to you? Years ago, you were fine and able to control your feelings for someone. Now here you were. Unable to control yourself and frustrated at the same time. You couldn’t take it anymore.

As soon as you and your friends all passed through your front door, you pushed your way through the crowd and headed straight for your room. Once inside, you locked the door and lay face down on your bed. You reached down between your legs and gently stroked your clit. You could feel the warm wetness flowing from your pussy as you began to moan softly.

Please let him come in here. Please let him come in here and fuck me hard. I want him to use me, make me cum over and over again. God please, just come in here and take care of me. Make me forget everything that has happened today. Fuck me until I scream out your name.

You began to rub harder as the pleasurable sensations intensified. Your fingers slipped between your wet folds and found their way inside of you. You felt an orgasm building up within you and increased your speed even more. Suddenly, you felt a finger slip inside of you and it caused you to groan loudly.

Your breathing became heavier and you tried to hold it back. But it was too late. You couldn’t control yourself anymore. The wave of pleasure overtook you. As you felt yourself climaxing, you closed your eyes and burrowed your face in your pillow to drown out the noise. When you finally regained your senses, you looked down at your fingers. They were coated with your juices.

Fuck. You really needed to get laid.

Wiping your hands clean on some clean towelettes, you walked back into the living room where the rest of your friends were waiting. They were having another great time chatting and laughing together. While some of them were talking about sports and entertainment news, two of them were sitting on the couch sharing a bottle of wine. Others were talking about future plans and vacations. None of them paid you any mind.

Except for Jaehyun.

He watched you carefully as you passed by him and smiled when he caught your eye. You immediately looked away and continued walking to the kitchen. Once there, you opened the refrigerator and took out a water bottle. You unscrewed the cap and took a quick drink.

Then you walked back to the living room. You avoided eye contact with him and pretended to be engrossed in what was being discussed around you. He did the same thing. Not wanting to make eye contact, you forced yourself to listen and participate in the conversation. It was difficult, especially since you were unable to take your eyes off of him. Every now and then you would catch him watching you and would quickly avert your eyes away. But when you turned your head away, you would catch him doing the exact same thing.

It seemed to take forever, but eventually, your friends decided to call it a night and left the apartment. When it was just you and Jaehyun in the living room, you grabbed a blanket from the couch and stretched it across your lap.

Jaehyun sat down on the couch opposite of you and picked up the remote. For the next half hour or so, he flipped through the channels on the television and settled on a cooking show. But every now and then he would glance at you. Sometimes he would smile and other times he would frown. But either way, you couldn’t look away. He was fascinating. 

And attractive. 

Very attractive.

Finally, you found something to say to him. “Jaehyun, what the fuck happened back at the restaurant? When your hand was on my thigh?"

Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to explain.”

“Well you better try. If I hadn’t been so fucking tipsy, I would have kicked your ass out of here.”

Jaehyun chuckled and shook his head. “No, you wouldn’t have done that. That wasn’t your intention.”

"What is my intention?" you asked.

Jaehyun tilted his head to the side and cocked his eyebrow. "Hmm... I think you know, Y/N."

"Don't play games with me, Jaehyun," you snapped. "I'm not in the mood for it tonight."

"Why not? Is there something wrong?" he asked.

"Yes, actually there is. And you're partly responsible for it. You and your stupid hand. Do you do this to every woman you meet? Or are you doing this just to me?"

Jaehyun laughed. "You mean you've never had anyone touch you like that before?"

You rolled your eyes. "Of course I've had people touch me like that before. I'm not a virgin."

Jaehyun's expression grew serious. "Then how do you explain the way you reacted to me touching you?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I guess I was caught off guard. I didn't expect anyone to touch me like that. Especially you."

"But you liked it, right?" he asked.

Suddenly, you had no idea what to say. Part of you was embarrassed. But most of you wanted to get it over with. You didn't know why, but the sexual tension that was building between you both was unbearable. But the problem was you didn't know how to respond. After spending months fighting your attraction to him, you didn't know how to handle it now that it was happening.

"I suppose I did," you said quietly.

"Is that so?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Maybe..." you responded, trailing off.

"Tell me. Tell me exactly how you liked it."

There was no doubt in your mind that Jaehyun was completely dominating the situation. You just didn't know how to handle it. But at the same time, you also found it incredibly arousing. It was making you wet. So wet. So very, very wet. Your pussy felt like it was ready to burst. Yet at the same time, it was driving you crazy. How was that possible?

The sexual tension in the room thickened as you and Jaehyun stared each other down. You swallowed hard and stared back at him. “Okay. Well first, it felt good. But then it felt even better when I realized that you knew exactly what you were doing. That you knew exactly how I liked it.”

You heard Jaehyun let out a soft chuckle and leaned back on the couch. “That’s interesting. Why did you say that it felt even better? Was it because you were imagining that I was the one touching you?”

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation.

Jaehyun placed his feet on the coffee table and crossed his arms over his chest. His intense gaze bore into yours. “So you enjoyed fantasizing about me? About how good it would feel if I touched you like that? Did you ever imagine what I would taste like? How I would feel inside of you? How many times you would cum?”

He paused and gave you a smug grin. “Now that I think about it, I can’t help but wonder what else you imagined. And who you imagined it with. Did you picture me?”

You felt your heart race. He was reading your mind! You couldn’t believe it. But as much as you hated to admit it, you were flattered. And aroused. God, you were so turned on right now. The thought of having sex with Jaehyun was making you weak in the knees.

Without realizing it, your mouth started to water. You swallowed and tried to keep yourself from drooling. It was almost impossible.

“So tell me,” he pressed. “Who did you fantasize about?”

This was it. This was your chance. Now or never. You couldn’t waste this opportunity. “You,” you whispered.

“Oh really?”

You nodded slowly. “You… you’re the only person I ever pictured.”

Jaehyun leaned forward and planted his elbows on his knees. He pursed his lips and stared at you. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” you said firmly.

He stood up and stepped closer to you. “So when you were getting off earlier, did you think about me?”

His words sent shivers down your spine. You nodded slowly and bit your lip. You could see the desire burning in his eyes.

“Did you dream about my body? Did you dream about the way I would feel inside of you? Did you picture our faces as we kissed?”

You gulped and closed your eyes. Oh god. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.

Jaehyun smirked. “Do you like that image? Do you want to feel my cock inside of you? Do you want me to fuck you until you cum over and over again? Would you let me eat you out until you begged me to stop? Would you let me cum all over your pretty little face?”

As soon as he said those things, you knew he was going to do it.

And you were going to let him.

You were suddenly overcome with excitement. Your clit throbbed and you desperately needed release. Your breath hitched in anticipation. All you could think about was letting Jaehyun finally give you what you wanted. All you wanted was to feel his warm tongue teasing your inner thighs. To feel his fingers pressing against your swollen clit. To feel his cock filling you up. You moaned loudly and dropped your head back on the couch.

“Oh yes,” you moaned. “Please. Please. Please. Fuck me, Jaehyun. Please.”

Jaehyun grinned. “Very nice.”

“Oh please,” you begged. “Just do it. Just fuck me already.”

Jaehyun's eyes darkened. “Oh, baby. You sure are begging for it. Are you sure you want it? Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

Jaehyun removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Then he unzipped his fly and pulled out his stiffening cock. As soon as he saw you staring at it, he gasped. “Look at you. You’re absolutely beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

His eyes drifted down to your exposed breasts. “Your nipples are getting so hard. They’re practically bursting through your shirt. Do you want them sucked? Do you want me to suck them until they’re red and swollen?”

You nodded frantically. Yes, please.

“Fuck, baby." Jaehyun moaned out. "Get on your knees so you can suck me off. Get on your knees and open your mouth wide. Open it up real big so I can fit my dick in your mouth. Let me hear you moan. Suck me off until I cum all over your pretty little face.”

With trembling hands, you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it onto the floor, your nipples hardening. Without thinking twice, you moved to kneel in front of Jaehyun. When your knees met the ground, you grabbed hold of his cock and brought it close to your mouth.

“Open up,” he ordered.

Without any hesitation, you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. A wave of pleasure rushed through you and you took more of him into your mouth. Inch by inch, you continued sucking him off. You were amazed by how big his cock was. It was thicker than any cock you had ever seen. And judging by the way he was stroking it, you could tell he wanted it bad.

“Mmm, baby,” Jaehyun groaned out. "That feels so good. You’re such a good little cocksucker. God, you’re so hot. You look so sexy sucking on my dick. You’re so fucking hot. I’m going to fill you up so full of cum. I’m going to cum so deep inside of you.”

It was only seconds later when you felt his warm jizz begin to coat the insides of your throat. His dick twitched and pulsated in your mouth as you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. He groaned and pumped his hips, pushing himself deeper inside of you. You gripped his shaft tightly and let out an agonized cry. He thrust harder and faster, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. With each thrust, his balls smacked against your chin.

Finally, after several minutes of continuous stimulation, he collapsed onto the couch next to you. You held his still erect cock in your mouth and gently licked his head clean. His eyes remained closed and he seemed to be breathing heavily. When you finally released his cock from your mouth, you watched as a small amount of his seed oozed out of the tip and slid down your cheek. You wiped it away with the back of your hand and licked your lips. You looked over at Jaehyun, whose eyes remained shut. Suddenly, his eyes flew open and locked onto yours. He stared intently at you, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Was that okay?" he asked.

You shrugged. "Mmhmm."

"Good. Because I have another fantasy I want to fulfill tonight."

Jaehyun pushed himself up off of the couch and reached for your hand. Pulling you to your feet, he led you towards the bedroom. Once inside, he reached for the rest of your clothes and quickly began taking them, and his, off. You shivered as his cool touch brushed against your skin.

"Lay down on the bed, baby."

When you got onto the bed, Jaehyun climbed on top of you and ran his hands up your legs, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. He leaned in and gently kissed your neck.

"Fuck, you're wet."

"Jaehyun, I've been wet since the restaurant. I'm so horny," you confessed.

"Don't worry," he reassured you. "I'll take care of you. I promise."

He sat up and ran his fingers up and down your inner thighs, making you tremble. He smiled. "Are you excited?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"Then spread your legs."

You parted your legs and watched in amazement as Jaehyun slipped his fingers between your folds. A gasp escaped your lips when he rubbed your clit, sending tingles throughout your entire body. He bent down and softly kissed you on the lips.

"Mmmm, baby. I love tasting you. You taste so sweet."

He kissed you again and then began kissing down your stomach. After several long moments, he stopped and glanced up at you. "God, you're so beautiful. Look at you lying there naked. So vulnerable. So wet. So ready."

His words caused your heart to flutter. He gazed down at you, studying every curve. "You know, I used to have dreams about you when we were younger. The first time I saw you naked back in high school, I knew I'd want to make love to you one day. Even though you didn't want me."

"Who said I didn't want you?" you teased.

Jaehyun laughed. "You're too adorable, you know that? But seriously, it wasn't just your physical appearance that made me fall in love with you. It was your personality. You're so carefree and innocent. But underneath that innocence is a naughty girl who needs to be taken advantage of. You need to be seduced. Tempted. And most importantly, you need to be fucked."

You whimpered and squirmed beneath him. "What else are you going to do to me?"

"Just wait," he replied. "You haven't even seen anything yet."

He placed soft kisses along your stomach, working his way down to your navel. Finally, he got to your pubic bone and ran his tongue around it. He looked up at you with lustful eyes.

"Spread your legs wider for me, baby."

Slowly, you parted your legs, exposing yourself completely. Jaehyun stared hungrily at your pussy, which was now glistening with moisture.

"My god, you're so beautiful," he whispered.

He dipped his finger into your slit and stroked it around your tight opening. He put two fingers inside of you and stroked them back and forth. His eyes focused on your face, which displayed your complete submission to him. Your cheeks flushed pink as his actions turned you on.

"Fuck," he muttered. "Your pussy is so tight. God, you feel so good. I could spend hours playing with this pussy."

A low moan escaped your lips as he pumped his fingers in and out of your body. Every thrust of his fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Tell me what you want," he instructed.

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to go for it. You looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Fuck, Jaehyun. I need you to eat me out. I need you to lick my pussy. I want you to make me cum. Please. Please. Please."

He smiled. "Are you sure? Do you really want me to eat you out? To get between those thighs and pleasure you?"

"Oh god, yes. Please."

Jaehyun wasted no time and started licking your pussy, slowly moving his tongue in circles around your clit. He flicked it against it occasionally and sucked on it. He kept going until you were writhing under him. You grabbed hold of his hair and jerked it as he pleasured you. Within seconds, your body went limp and you screamed out his name as your orgasm overtook you. You bucked your hips up against his face, forcing his tongue deeper into your wet pussy. He continued licking your clit, driving you insane with pleasure. Soon, he removed his fingers from inside of you and lapped at your juices, continuing to massage your throbbing clit.

As you lay panting, you looked up at Jaehyun, who was staring down at you. You stared deeply into his dark brown eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. You were pleasantly surprised to see a satisfied smile forming on his face.

"You liked that, huh?" he asked.

"Absolutely," you answered, smiling back at him.

"Well, you better get used to having me between your thighs. I'm not going anywhere." And with that, he flipped your bodies so that you were now lying on top of him. Your bare breasts were pressed firmly against his chest and your legs straddled his hips. He smiled as he began rubbing your back with his hand. "I want you to ride me. Put my cock in your pussy and ride me like you mean it."

"Yes, Jaehyun," you answered breathlessly. You reached behind you to grab his hard cock. Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto his throbbing length. The feeling of it filling you up caused a wave of pleasure to wash over you. As you buried him to the hilt, you gave a slight moan.

"Do you like that, baby?" he asked.

"Oh fuck, yes," you responded. "You feel so fucking good. So good."

Jaehyun lifted his hips slightly, increasing the friction of his cock inside of you. At the same time, he moved his right hand to squeeze your left breast. "That's it, baby. Ride me."

As you continued riding him, he switched up his rhythm and began pumping his hips back and forth. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

"Fuck, Jaehyun," you moaned. "This feels amazing. Fuck. I can feel your dick all the way inside of me. That's it. Keep doing that. Yes, oh god, please keep doing that."

His pace increased and soon he was pounding into you harder than ever before. The sight of you on top of him was incredible. He pulled you tighter against him, giving you a deep kiss. His lips devoured yours, causing you to shudder with pleasure.

"Faster, Jaehyun," you demanded. "Fuck me harder. Harder."

He slammed into you over and over again, moaning as he did so. Your hands were braced against his muscular chest, leaving your fingertips lightly touching. 

"Harder, baby," you cried. "Give it to me. Give it to me hard."

"That's it, Jaehyun. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," you yelled, as your orgasms came upon you. 

He suddenly rolled you over and pinned you to the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. Your arms were trapped above your head as he continued slamming into you. The friction of his dick rubbing against your sensitive clit had you struggling to breathe. His movements became increasingly rough and demanding, prompting you to bite your lip. His breathing became labored as he slammed into you repeatedly. You felt his warm seed splashing against your lower abdomen and between your legs.

Suddenly, he withdrew from you and flopped down beside you, panting.

"Jesus fucking christ, Jaehyun, that was amazing," you panted.

Jaehyun nodded his head in agreement. "It was. I don't think I've ever had sex quite like that."

You grinned. "Me either."

He propped himself up on an elbow and studied your naked body. "So did this live up to your wild fantasies about me? Are you happy with how things played out?"

You shook your head. "No, it exceeded them. It was beyond what I expected. I loved every minute of it."

He smiled and reached over to run his fingers through your hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier," you told him. "But thank you for tonight. For everything. For fucking me and eating me out. For doing whatever the hell you wanted to do to me. You were perfect."

Jaehyun's eyes lit up. "Really? Thank you, baby. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Honestly, if it hadn't been for you, none of this would have happened."

You tilted your head curiously. "What do you mean?"

He sighed and shook his head. "Ever since high school, I've always fantasized about being with you. I told my friends that you'd be the one. They thought I was crazy, but now they agree with me. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Why didn't you ever tell me these things?"

"Honestly, I was afraid of scaring you off. I didn't want to lose you. We'd grown up together, after all. I figured if I talked to you about this stuff, it might change the way you felt about me."

"How did I change the way you felt about me?"

He shrugged. "I guess the whole thing just scared me a little bit. You were my childhood friend. Our relationship meant something to me. But I guess now that it's finally happened, I feel relieved. Like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders."

He sat up and looked down at you. You could feel his eyes burning into you.

"Jaehyun, I feel the same way." You started. "We've been friends forever and I don't know when and how it happened, but I guess I started to have a crush on you. And then starting college together and becoming roommates, I started to feel sexually attracted to you. Not only that, but I started to become extremely jealous whenever you talked to other girls. I always wondered why you never tried to ask me out or kiss me."

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you admitted to your feelings.

"Shit," he murmured. "Don't cry, baby. It's okay."

"So why now?" you asked. "Why all of a sudden, you finally decide to make a move tonight?"

"Because you moaned my name when you were getting off earlier," he explained. "I was just sitting in my room, reading up on some assignments and then all of a sudden, I heard you moan my name. It made me think that you saw me as something more than a friend. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us. Tonight, I couldn't stand it anymore. I knew that I needed to be with you."

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you heard his words. There was nothing sexual about his confession. It was pure honesty and desire. You threw your arms around his neck and buried your face in his chest. You felt his arms wrap around you, holding you tightly.

"God, baby, I love you," he said. "And I can't wait to show you how much I love you. In fact, I can't wait to do everything you ever dreamed of doing to me. I can't wait to see your face light up when you realize how special I am to you. When you realize just how beautiful and sexy you are to me. How incredibly lucky I am to have found you."

His voice grew husky and serious. "Let me take care of you. Let me protect you. Let me give you everything you ever wanted and more. Let me show you how great life can be."

You pulled away from him and gazed into his eyes. You could tell that he meant every word he had said.

"Promise me something," you said.

He furrowed his brow. "Anything."

"Promise me that this will never end. Promise me that you'll stay with me. I know that we're still young and that things might change, but please promise me that we'll always be there for each other."

Jaehyun was speechless. He smiled at you softly. "Baby, that's all I could ever hope for. I swear that I will always be here for you. Always. Whatever happens. No matter where our lives take us, I'll be there for you."

A tear fell down your cheek. "I'm so sorry. I'm such a fucking mess."

Jaehyun gently wiped the tear from your eye. "No, you're not. Look at you," he whispered. "Look at how beautiful you are. Look at the way you look at me. God, I wish you could see how gorgeous you are. You make me fucking weak in the knees."

He leaned forward and kissed you tenderly on the lips. His soft touch sent shivers down your spine. Before long, he pulled away from you. "Just relax," he said. "I want you to fall asleep with me. Please."

"Okay," you agreed. You snuggled closer to him. "Your bed tonight and then we'll sleep in mine tomorrow."

"Sounds good to me," he replied. "Now go to sleep. I love you."

"I love you too, Jaehyun."

You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man who had stolen your heart.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Please please please please please I actually beg, I need a fluff where Sukuna is cuddling with you, his head on your chest while he tells you about… I don’t know, how this is because he doesn’t love you and you’re only good for being a pillow, knowing that is not the case. (Also HIII I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR CONTENT!!! Thank you very much for reading this and I hope you have a lovely day, whether you choose to respond or not :D 💞💞💞💞💞💞)

I DROPPED EVERYTHING TO WRITE THIS ITS TOO FUCKIN CUTE AH-

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Starring: A battle weary Sukuna

You were never really sure what to do with your nights when Ryomen was away. Normally, you would spend the twilight hours in his room, in his arms, and in his sheets, curled into his side afterwards and falling asleep to the sounds of his heartbeat slowing down. But, that was out of the question tonight, just as it had been for the last week. He was off conquering something somewhere- you honestly didn’t really care. You just wanted your man- your lord back. Luckily, he was due back tomorrow evening. 

Without having many other options, you found yourself curled up on your bed with a book from the palace library. Not a bad way to spend an evening per say, just a lonely one. Ryomen was never a huge fan of cuddling unless it was after he was inside of you- and even then he was more on the take it or leave it side of things. But, his presence was still always appreciated, and on cold nights like these you desperately wanted him home to warm your bed.

You wondered what the fuck was in your tea when you saw him standing in your door way, convinced you were hallucinating. “My lord?” You asked, taking in his battle weary from. “You’re home?”

“Clearly.” He grumbled, death shambling over to your bed and collapsing on it. Admittedly, you were a little put off by it- the metallic smell of blood still clinging to his skin, as if he left the battlefield and went straight to your arms. You didn’t have a lot of time to realize how true that statement was before his arms were wrapped around you, pulling you as close to him as he possibly could and resting his head at the crown of your breast. It almost scared you just how needy he was being. 

“You’re home early…” You pointed out, only for him to roll all four of his eyes at you.

“Refer to my previous statement.”

“I’m asking why my lord.” His jaw ticked at your words. He’d killed nobles for less,what made you think you could take that tone with him? He should cut your disrespectful tongue out for even considering to question him. 

“We were able to slaughter their forces faster than we expected. None of them were higher than grade two.” He explained, closing his eyes to try and relax.

“Oh, that’s great! Another successful battle.” You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. You swore you heard him purr.

“Yeah.” No. No it absolutely was not. Yeah, none of those foot soldiers were higher than a grade two, but that didn’t matter when there was so fucking many of them. A hoard of roaches could kill a snake given the right numbers, and Sukunas entire force was out numbered, for every one soldier he had that asshole had over a hundred grunts. 

It got bleak. Bleak to the point where Sukuna had to really consider the fact he might not be going home. That he might die at the hands of fucking novices of all things. That he might not ever be able to hold you again, to kiss you, to see you. And he didn’t even say a proper goodbye before leaving. For the first time in Ryomen Sukuna’s existence, he was terrified. It wasn’t the first time he had been at deaths door, he was actually a frequent visitor. But this was the first time he made the trip when he had something to live for.

So he pushed through. Unleashed a fourth domain expansion even after the second one took everything he had left out of him, fought harder than he had before, and even felt a black flash. At some point, the enemies stopped flooding in, and it was just him and was was left of his army in the war zone. Yeah, he won, but he would never consider that a successful battle. 

You didn’t need to know that though. All you needed to know was he was home. He watched you read your book, content for what felt like the first time ever as you played absentmindedly with his hair. Moments like these were the ones he dreaded losing the most. Soft moments, where he could actually let his guard down and be at peace, even if it was only for a few seconds. He sighed softly, closing his eyes and snuggling closer to you.

“I missed you too, my lord.” You smiled gently at him. His eyes snapped open. You just had to speak, didn’t you?

“I didn’t miss you.” He scoffed in disgust, but still couldn’t find it in him to move, “Know your place whore.” The “whore” was so half-hearted it was laughable. Normally he was able to put some venom in it, but he was feeling particularly de-fanged right now. 

“Oh of course. That’s why you're clinging to me like this, because you absolutely did not miss me, right? You don’t love me at all.” You teased him.

“I do not.” He snapped, lifting his head up to properly look you in your eyes so you knew you were on thin fucking ice. “You think this is because I love you? Do you think the sky is red too? You’re comfortable wench, that’s all this is. You’re no more valuable to me than a pillow, or a chair. Love is an entirely human emotion, don’t project it onto me.” He lashed out, before dropping his head back on your chest with a limp thud. “You’ll to well to watch your tongue slut, before I cut it out.” He grumbled, managing to find some venom there this time. 

“I’m sorry my lord.” You sighed, returning to your book. A soft, self satisfied smirk did find its way to your lips when you felt him put your hand back in his hair, prompting you to continue playing there. 

“Mmm.” He grumbled. Truth be told, Love was a human emotion. Most curses would never feel anything even adjacent to it in their lifetime. But no matter how much he tried to deny it, Sukuna was human once. Mortal blood once flowed though his veins, and a human heart still pounded in his chest. A human heart you held in soft hands, gently protecting without even knowing. You’d never know how hard he fought just to be by your side tonight, not if he could help it.

You turned off the bedside lamp, settling into bed with him. He gently kissed your forehead, a soft action that was forced to go unnoticed, least he have to make good on any of his threats. Or worse, admit he was a fool in love. 

[paper-daisy]

Like many of us I'm doing a TWD rewatch, looking for all those pre-relationship moments, and a great little one in 4x01 is after Michonne arrives back at the prison -- there's a moment where Daryl tells her "Glad to see you're in one piece." HOWEVER, when he says that he turns to look directly at Rick. Who in turn quickly looks away, almost bashful.

You can just imagine what Daryl had to put up with, with Rick in those early days. So I had to fic it.

Rick never said the words aloud. He never outright said, "I'm worried about Michonne. I hope she's okay. I hope she comes back." He was never that obvious. But to someone like Daryl, a man naturally of few words himself, it was clear as day that their fearless leader was never fully relaxed whenever that smartass/badass - who was more than capable of taking care of herself - wasn't safely tucked away behind their walls.

But what Rick would say when she was gone was - "There was a herd moving south, right?" Where Michonne had last gone hung unspoken between them. And when Daryl answered Yeah, Rick would just place his hands on his hips and nod, jaw tight, as he scanned the perimeter of the compound as if waiting for someone to magically appear.

He would say - "There's a lot more bandits out there, roaming in packs. Isn't that what you said?" A grunt and a shrug from Daryl, and Rick would nod like they'd just had a conversation and go back to his farming, digging the shovel into the dirt with a bit more force than necessary, making a point to not look at the fence. They hadn't heard from Michonne in two weeks.

He would say - "Nights are getting cold," while standing outside at the communal kitchen, plate in hand, his gaze always drawn to the barely visable fence line. Daryl had hummed in agreement, fighting the urge to tell him that Michonne should be fine as she had pilfered his poncho, something Rick already knew.

And on one strange occasion he said, "Do you think we should get some more ... art? In here?"

This had stopped Daryl in his tracks. "What?"

Rick shrugged, perhaps a little sheepishly, but continued. "We have a library, potted flowers, even some toys and things for the kids. This is our home now. Thought ... maybe it could use a bit of ... brightening?"

Daryl just starred blankly. "You want me to, what? Bring back pictures?"

For a moment it looked as if Rick was about to finally say what was actually on his mind, before he instead gave a rueful smile and waved his hand in the air as if to dispel the conversation. "Nah, nah, never mind. It was just a thought."

He walked away, leaving an utterly perplexed Daryl behind who simply shrugged and went on his own way. It was only later that day as he passed by Michonne's empty cell did his eyes fall upon that weird colourful cat thing, the one that looked like it was about to start a fight. It was such a stupid, useless thing but Daryl remembered how Michonne had presented it to him with an air of triumph, as if it was the most gorgeous thing in the world. He didn't get it.

Did Rick really think that if he made the place more art-filled, Michonne might want to hang around longer? he wondered, then immediately dismissed the idea. Well, clearly not because he gave up before he started. Like with other things.

Only once had Daryl said the unsaid thing.

Almost everyone was asleep. Well, Carl was hid under his blankets reading comics and there were low conversational sounds coming from some darkened cell, but for the most part things were quiet.

And they were kept quiet by an exhausted Rick, pacing back and forth with a fussy Judith, bouncing her non-stop so her cries wouldn't awaken the entire community. He'd nodded to Daryl, who in turn took a moment to ask if he needed help putting Judith to sleep tonight.

"No, thankyou" said Rick tiredly. "I think she's pretty much worn herself out by now. Should be sound asleep soon."

"You too."

Rick sighed. "Yeah. I just ..." He shifted Judith a little, "Even when I do get to bed, I can't seem to stop thinking. Thinking of plans for the future, for the people we have in here. The people we bring in. How to protect everyone inside these walls. Keep our people safe despite ... well, despite everything." Rick looked at Daryl as if he might have the answers to those questions he hadn't quite asked.

All he could do was shrug. "We just try. Trust that we all know what we're doing. Lookout for everyone here. Not much more we can do, is there? Future don't care about anyone's plans."

Rick didn't look totally reassured, but he still smiled slightly as Daryl's efforts. "Yeah. I just worry, is all."

"I know." And as Daryl passed by he gripped Rick's shoulder and muttered, "Shouldn't worry so much. Michonne'll be back, all in one piece. You'll see."

And the man had the audacity to look confused, stuttering out, "Yeah, I know that, but - but I wasn't talking about Michonne, specifically. I'm not worried about her. She can take care of herself, I know that, and she always comes back, it's just ... with everything ..."

As he trailed off Daryl eyed Rick critically for a moment. He really thinks he's selling it, he thought, before giving a soft grunt that was akin to laughter and wandering off to bed, leaving a somewhat disconcerted Rick behind, gently bouncing a sleeping Judith.

And the very next day who should come riding through the gates but one Michonne, smiling, baring gifts and all in one piece, as Daryl made sure to point out to Rick, who's ears suddenly went bright red as if Michonne might somehow be able to figure out that they'd been taking about her just that night before.

But she didn't notice. She was too caught up in her almost obsessive search for the Governor and already planning her next venture out, unaware of Rick's barely suppressed disappointment or of the sigh that Daryl kept clenched behind his teeth as he tried to subtly talk her out of another long run. It wasn't her who was stuck with Rick and his wordless pining.

Because it was pining, even if he never said nothing. If they were in school Daryl might've suggested he pass her a note.

When she had quickly offered to go back out again with the rest of the scavenging party - even though, as Carl had said wistfully, she'd just got back - and Daryl could do nothing more than give Rick a comforting pat, grimacing slightly as the man's expression said exactly the same thing his son had vocalised.

God, this was going to wear thin soon.

Ah well. Wasn't like they had TV anymore.

[0oolookitsme]

Such an Opportunist

This one was going be a rather sad and angsty one, but it quickly took a turn ...and hopefully, it was for the better. I'll surely write another fic for what I wanted this one to be, but nonetheless – I hope you enjoy this one!

Verse - Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count - 1.7k

Warnings - Some new-parental-stress in the beginning.

Harry really needs to sleep, and Y/n is very shocked to learn that he's written songs she'd yet to hear. Also, Harry falls on some Lego bits and what better opportunity to ask for a back massage?

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Harry was in the kitchen, making himself another cup of tea while chewing on some raisins. He could hear Amore playing with her toys around him somewhere and Y/n's humming voice was the only other sound travelling through the house -- apart from the whirring of the washing machine as well that Harry had thought he had broken on his first try.

Andre's wailing had quieted down, some sniffles being the only indication that he was still recovering from the fall. He had fallen from the couch onto the pillow that Y/n had laid on the floor just in case that very thing would happen -- and Harry and her both suspected that the little boy was just shocked.

"Hm, make me one too?" Y/n meekly requested on entering the kitchen, her fingers weaving through her hair to make a braid.

Harry turned back and automatically his first glance landed on Andre, feeling relief when he saw him playing with Amore on the carpeted floor -- and then, snaked his arms around Y/n's waist.

"Feelin' very sleepy today, thought another bedtime tea would surely be helpful" he chuckled hoarsely, before pecking her lips. "Don't know what I was thinking when I put the kettle on the stove," resting his head in the curve of her neck, he admitted. 

Y/n only sighed in response, swaying the both of them as she wrapped her arms around his slouched frame. She could tell that the sleep deprivation was beginning to mess with him. "Been craving a lot of Earl Grey, recently, haven't you?" She huffed out a laugh, pressing a kiss somewhere on his ear lobe.

He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, considering that the pair of twins were teething at the same time, and he was on duty. He and Y/n did all that they could -- from gum massaging to freezing milk popsicles. The silicone teethers and other toys were great help, but only during the day. It was the nighttime, during which Harry and Y/n lived the actual nightmare.

On the night prior to the last one, it was Y/n's turn to look after the babies, and it was one of the worst nights ever. So much so, that Harry was unable to go to sleep because of the loud wails and the fact that his babies were helplessly hurting. So, he was up along with her, although he remained in bed and held onto Amore who had been whimpering with her head nuzzled in his chest – all while looking at Y/n pace around the nursery they'd built out of the room right next to theirs, with a sobbing Andre clung to her chest, bouncing herself in different motions to somehow get him to relax, in the baby monitor

So, it only made sense for him to be tired and sleepy out of his mind.

"I'm glad you came home early tonight. Was hoping you'd sleep in early," Y/n mumbled as she scratched his scalp, something that never failed to soothe him. "I'll take care of tonight. Got to peel some peas, too, you know?" Chuckling, she continued -- "It's been a while."

Harry hummed back, taking a deep breath before rising back to his height. He pressed a chaste kiss on her upper lip, and placed his hands on her love handles, already missing the warmth of her neck and Andre's baby scent that lingered there.

"Only had to do some composing today," he told her. "Pretty happy with the way the song's turning out," he smiled before he moved over to take the kettle off the stove. 

It made Y/n smile, that they were finally talking about something that wasn't in regards to their children or about how tired they were. Because those two topics seemed to be the only thing that they ever talked about these past few days, and she was beginning to anticipate a fight brewing somewhere in a dark corner, away from sight.

Sliding her bottom on the kitchen island, she sat cross legged on it and -- "Oh really? I'm so happy!" She chirped. "Tell me more!"

She heard him laugh lightly, and she felt as if she were glowing because of how happy she'd gotten. "C'mon! I wanna know!" She urged him to hurry as he waited for the tea to leave its flavour in their cups.

Harry laughed again, as if her happiness was contagious.

"You know the song I told you about, the day before yesterday? The one which I described as silently and shyly explicit?" He asked her, turning around with a cup in each hand. He was holding the body of her cup so that she could hook her fingers through its handle and wouldn't burn herself with how hot the cup was, and Y/n's heart felt like it was merely a puddle in her chest cavity.

She hummed in response, motioning him to sit and giving him a look when he only leaned his bottom on the kitchen counter, and crossed his feet at the ankles in front of her.

"Well, I named it 'Keep Diving'," he gleamed. "I can't wait for you to hear it! I think we just have to give it some touch-ups tomorrow," slurping on his tea just to annoy her, he grinned proudly.

"So... am I going to hear it tomorrow, or when the whole album is ready?" She asked him with narrowed eyes, pointing a finger gun at him.

Harry laughed out loud and immediately held his cup a little farther from his chest so he wouldn't spill the tea on himself. "You've heard every song I've made so far! Music For A Sushi Restaurant, Late Night Talking, Satellite, As It Was, and Grapejuice," he recapped the song titles for her.

"And, Keep Driving, of course," he said. "Which I think I'll let you hear once the album is ready, along with a few other ones," a smirk pulled one corner of his lips upside and dug a dimple in his cheek. He was growing a stubble.

Y/n gasped loudly; mouth wide open and eyes stilled at him in shock. "There are multiple songs you're hiding from me?" She exclaimed, placing her cup beside her before she could drop it.

Harry pretended to run, looking anywhere but in her eyes. "You are the first person to listen to anything I write! I'm just planning to surprise you with ...a few," he accepted sheepishly.

Her eyes had now fallen in suspicious slits that glared at him. "How many?" She asked, swinging her legs off of the island.

"I mean, there are songs I still need to write but... I've got 3, I think, that you don't know about," he emphasised as if that'd save him from her hands that seemed to be ready to attack him with pinches and tickles. So, he quickly chugged the last few sips of his tea that had gone cold by now, and slid the cup on the counter before taking off from the kitchen.

He ran carefully so he wouldn't slip in his socks, but that wasn't helping because she was running after him without a care in the world. Although, it was when she began laughing and shrieking behind him that Harry couldn't help but turn to see what had caught her attention that was funnier to her than them being grown-up adults, running after each other like they were kids again.

And the sight amused Harry to the level that he had to stop to laugh at it, which caused Y/n to slam into him because she was looking behind her instead of looking ahead.

Hary went tumbling down on the Lego bits the kids had built and he cried out loudly in pain, the pieces digging into his back as Y/n fell over him. She was laughing at him but her eyes showed concern for him, and before she would've gotten up to help him, the two little bodies that were running behind her came and halted at her feet.

She sighed in relief, slightly proud that they already held that certain maturity but then Andre bent his knees, and made a big jump on her back as if she were playing horses with him and Amore followed soon behind him, crawling up Y/n's leg and stopping once she was sitting behind Andre.

"Oh my -- god," Harry gritted through his teeth, wrapping his arms around Y/n so the kids atop of her wouldn't fall in case his groaning body tilted to the side in pain.

"Oh my god," Y/n also hissed, mainly for Harry but also because of the attack on her poor back. Her face still showed amusement as she tried to reach for the kids' hands above her and get them off of her. "Get up, Andre, Amore – get up," she urged them and sighed when they did.

She exhaled in relief on her back, but then Harry groaned again beneath her.

"Get up, Y/n," Harry gritted once more and Y/n stilled in realisation before rolling over, onto the floor on her back, spewing apologies.

His eyes were tightly shut when Y/n got up and offered him her hand. “H, give me your hand,” she asked of him, feeling warm inside that the kids were each on his sides and pressing their little hands on his biceps, shaking him thinking he was asleep.

Harry took in a ragged breath before opening his eyes, wincing when the kids shouted in delightment that they had woken him up. But, nevertheless, he set a pointed look on Y/n at once.

“I’m not letting you get away with this so easily, woman.” He said in a strained voice. “You better get you oils ready to rub ‘em in my back.”

That made Y/n gasp once again and she placed her hand on her hip while pointing a finger at him with the other one. “You’re such an opportunist! Taking advantage of the situation!” She called him out with an accusatory tone to her voice, and only shook her head when he shrugged with a menacing smile on his mouth, grasping at her withheld hand.

[aaronhotchswife]

THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL

Drew Starkey X Female Reader

Chapter 2

Warnings : alcohol, panick attack, angst, want to give the reader a hug, smut, loss of virginity

If you missed chapter 1

"One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter." - James Earl Jones

Y/N's point of view

I'm at Madelyn's, curled up on the couch with a hot tea in my hands. I don't want to go home, because I know that Drew will be there, with Odessa probably. I don't have the strength to see him. Even if at the same time, he is the only person I want to see.

I now know what heart break feels like and I now know that I have to teach my heart to accept disappointments, even from the people I love, even from him.

Madelyn is sitting next to me, playing with my hair. I respond to the worried texts of my friends, saying that I'm okay and that I'm sorry to have ruined their night. They are all understanding and tell me to have a great trip at my parents for the holidays, and to take time for myself. I respond to all of them except Drew. I just write him that I'm at Madelyn's and that I'll pass by tomorrow to get my suitcase for the holidays. I ignore his texts asking me what happened. I just answer him to have a great Christmas before turning off my phone and go to sleep.

Drew's point of view

I think I'm in love with Y/N since I saw her for the first time. When everyone got cast, we had dinner at the restaurant to get to know each other. I was sitting with the boys, talking about what we liked in life, when I saw her, making her way to the table. She was wearing a yellow summer dress with white converses. Her hair was tied up in a effortless ponytail, and I swear that in that moment, I saw the most beautiful girl in the world.

But I think that I truly fell in love with her 3 months after we met. We were walking in the city, and we saw a kid looking for his parents. Without hesitation, she made her way to him, kneeling at his height, asking him if he needed help. The kid was inconsolable so she sat with him, telling him stories and making him laugh until his parents found him again. In that moment, I knew. I knew that she could have broke my heart in a thousand pieces and I would've been grateful.

Since that day, three years ago, it always been the two of us, until tonight.

So when I arrive at Madelyn's apartment, I want nothing more than to have answers. I feel sick to think I could've put her in that state. I knock at her door, rubbing my hands in my face. When she opens the door, I can see how annoy she is at me.

"She's sleeping."

"Ok, then tell her I passed by and that I want to talk. Please," we're both surprised by my shaking voice. "What the hell happened out there ?"

"Maybe you should ask that to your friend Odessa, Drew. I know she is your friend, but you should've seen the state Y/N was. Getting humiliated like that in front of her friends, in front of you."

"In front of me?" I struggled to ask, my brows furrowed.

"Please Drew," she chuckled coldly. "As if she wanted you to know that she was a virgin. I'll let her know you passed by, but you need to let her some space, she has a lot on her mind right now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You should go, Drew, she'll talk to you when she's ready."

I leave her house, cursing to myself. When I go to bed that night, I can't stop thinking about her, about us, about how I lost something I never had.

Y/N's point of view

I leave Madelyn's apartment early this morning, figuring out that if I go to our apartment early enough, chances will be that Drew will still be asleep. I guessed right because when I unlock the door, I can hear him snoring lightly.

***

As I'm driving to my parents' house, I put my Christmas playlist on shuffle, question to get into the mood. As I get on the highway, the song Blue Christmas by The Lumineers starts playing. I feel like it's the first time in my life where I can really relate to this song. My mind starts to wonder, how will Drew's Christmas will be like. How will my Christmas be like. I can feel the tears burning my eyes as I try my best to stay concentrated on the road.

***

I'm sitting on the sofa; my parents and my brother are talking about something I can't decipher. I'm scrolling on my phone, through Instagram. My heart skips a beat when I see a picture that Mackayla posted. I look at the picture, where Drew all smiling, is photographed with his family. I read the caption as it says "Merry Christmas from our family to yours.'' I double tap on it, liking it, even if it feels as if my heart throws itself down the 18th floor to see him smile like that.

Drew's point of view

Christmas sucks this year. I try my best to act like everything is fine, to act as if she's not mad at me. But my mind keeps wandering and I keep asking myself why she acted like that. I mean, sure what Odessa did was not nice, but I keep asking myself what was the meaning behind Madelyn's words.

''Drew!'' Brooke's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, ''We're opening the gifts!''

I sit on the floor, watching my mom handing me a gift. I unwrap it, finding an air fryer under the paper. Before I can say anything, my mom almost screams, ''It's for you and Y/N! I know how you both love easy and quick cooking.''

I laugh slightly, trying to push away the thought that I miss her, that I love her, and that I hope that our friendship can pass through whatever happened that night.

Y/N ‘s point of view

As I come home 2 days later, I see Drew laying on his bed, reading a book. I feel my heart throbbing in my chest, and weirdly, for the first time, I don’t know how to act around him. A mix of thoughts is spinning around in my head, and I find myself wondering if I should apologize to him for how I acted at the bar. Madelyn told me how he went to her apartment to have answers and I can’t imagine how bad he must’ve felt.

He must have felt that I was standing in the doorframe of his room because he turned his head, looking at me with so much gentleness, as if he was afraid to break me just with his gaze.

''Hi.'' I say, making an effort to keep my voice steady.

''Hi.''

I make my way to him, laying next to him on the bed.

He clears his throat before speaking again, ''how was your Christmas?''

''T'was fun,'' I answer, my eyes focused on his bedroom's ceiling, ''what about yours?''

''Was great, my mom says hi,'' he smiles.

''We should talk,'' we say at the same time.

Drew chuckled softly, and for the first time since I'm laying next to him, I stop looking at the ceiling, looking at him instead.

''I feel like I owe you an apology for how I acted at the bar,'' I say, my voice not even louder than a whisper. But I know he heard me he interrupts me.

''No, I should apologize. I should've done something while you were having a panick attack. Does it happen often ?''

Drew's point of view

I look into her eyes as I ask my question. I can see her breath getting stuck in her chest.

''It's fine if you don't want to talk about it,'' I say, giving her an occasion of changing subject.

''No, it's ok,'' she answers, ''I used to happen a lot more when I was younger. I used to do them when there were a lot of people or noises. But the one a couple of days ago was the first in a long time. I thought I was getting better, I honestly did. But sometimes, I just lay in bed at 3 am, trying to figure out what is wrong with me and why I'm never enough.''

''I'm sorry,'' I say to her. I truly feel sorry for her, because I know that she can't see herself the way I see her. So strong, always there for the others, always happy. I'm cursing mentally to not have realized how she was doing.

''You don't have to be sorry Drew.''

My hand reaches for hers and my gaze goes from her eyes to her lips. I can see hers do the same. I just want to close that gap between our lips. But before I can do anything, she turns her head, excusing herself and leaving me alone in my room.

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★ DAY 3 - puppy play | leon s. kennedy

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warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom leon + gn reader + reader uses the title "sir" + petplay + collars and leashes + cockstepping + "loving" degradation + humiliation + overstimulation + boot-licking + leon is often called "dumb mutt" + and he adores it

a/n: this takes place in a "no-outbreak" au because why not

Leon S. Kennedy considered himself to be your average young, up and coming police officer. Always making sure he isn't two minutes late to work, having your coworkers tease you relentlessly for being the newest recruit, and for months being known as a simple rookie...yeah it it wasn't that great but hey, it made him happy to serve his city in the best way he thought possible.

But his relationship with you is anything but average.

"You'll be a good boy for me, right, Kennedy?" Your voice was sickeningly sweet despite Leon knowing the true implication behind your words. Behave and maybe you'll be able to cum tonight. "I will..." You look at him expectantly. "I-I will Sir." He immediately corrects himself. He didn't want to be punished so early into the night. "That's a good mutt," you say mockingly, leaning down to pat his head. You then take a seat on your plush bed and motion him closer. He obeys, crawling a bit closer to you on his hands and knees.

As he sits on his knees before you, he keeps his hands to his sides and tries his best to ignore his already hard cock. He tried to bring less attention to it but covering it would only make it obvious that he's hiding an erection. He might as well be open with his shame. "Aww, you're already hard? Hard from me telling you to strip and and putting a collar on you? You're so adorably pathetic." Even so, Leon wasn't safe from your torment. He whines as he now attempts to cover up his dick, only for his hands to be kicked away.

"Hey. Who said you could cover up? You don't deserve to hide anything from me, mutt," you emphasize your cruel words with a harsh tug on the leash attached to his collar. He stumbles forward a bit before regaining his balance and putting his hands behind his back. Leon's visibly trembling now, and you can tell your words have had an effect on him. "Fuck, it's almost like you're even harder than before. Then again I could barely tell. Your dick is so small and cute, you know that?" You give him a wicked smile before tugging on his leash even harder.

Finally, Leon begins to crack. He pulls on the collar as you're nearly chocking him with it and you can see the tears start to well up in his eyes, despite his best efforts to hide them. He wasn't even that small! He was a reasonable six inches! Though that didn't mean anything to you, you were hellbent on pointing out everything you saw unfit about him. But despite that, his pretty dick began to drip pre-cum, twitching a bit.

"And you're still getting off on this shit, no touch anywhere. You're really making me think you're just another pervert, mutt." While you sounded disgusted on the outside, you were truly thrilled. You were drinking up your mutt's pathetic reactions like it was all you needed to survive. You eye him hungrily as he shakes his head, muttering a few "not a pervert" and some other stuff that you didn't bother to listen to.

"I'm real fucking tired of seeing your pathetic cocklet, so hurry up and get off," you say, pressing the heel of your boot against Leon's weeping cock. "HhhnNGH! S-Sir!" Leon whimpers as you press your shoe harshly onto his dick, the rough stimulation making him let go of the tears collecting in his eyes, letting them fall freely. He sobs openly as he humps your shoe, leaning into the cruel treatment your were giving him, the flush from his face reaching his chest and shoulders a bit.

He continues to let out adorable moans as the rough texture of your boot rub on his aching length and he can't help but think about how mean you are to him. The crude marks you make towards him and his body, that sadistic gleam in your eyes when you looked at him...but he was ashamed of himself for being the slut that enjoyed the humiliation he received from you. He embraced it all, getting pleasure out of your twisted interactions that always left his sobbing and trembling. And he would always coming back from more, like a lost puppy.

"...Hey. Mutt." your cold voice jerks him out of his dreamy state. "Hurry the fuck up. The quicker you finish, the quicker you can put your sad excuse of a dick away." Those last words of yours were all Leon needed to cum. He covered his mouth as he came all over your boot, covering it with his cum as he trembled from the strength of his orgasm. Despite his hand covering his mouth, it didn't hide the slutty moans coming out of him. While Leon is clinging onto your leg still coming down from his orgasm, you shake him off. "You're not done yet," you say and motion to the cum on your shoe. "Clean."

With that single word order, Leon wordlessly obeys, bending down to reach your shoe. As he sticks his togue out, you add salt to the wound, pushing the tip of your shoe into his mouth. It immediately makes him recoil, tears jumping to his eyes. Still, he dutifully licks his cum off of your shoe, his tears falling down his face the whole time. God, you make him feel so fucking pathetic. He whines as he laps up the last drops of cum. You yank on his collar again and he comes back up to face you. The moment he gets back up, you step on his dick again, grinding your shoe into his oversensitive dick.

"GhHK! N-no-- uhnn!" Leon sobs as you stimulate his poor dick once again. You really weren't going to give up your relentless bullying. "You're done when I say you're done," you state simply as you continue to crush his dick underneath your shoe. Leon doesn't know how beautiful he looks right now. His eyes are glazed over while fresh tears fall from them and roll down his pink cheeks. A thin line of drool escapes from his open mouth, perfecting the lewd image. You were never going to get enough of tormenting your mutt. And Leon was never going to get tired of being the outlet for your sadistic desires.

[rhoorl]

Turbulence | Part 3

Pairing: Frankie x reader (will turn into an OFC)

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Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: These two can’t stay away from each other for long.

Warnings: Masturbation (m). Little bit of angst and some fluff.

A/N: I’m so excited by the reaction to part 2! I’ve been stewing over this story for a while so it’s fun to have it out in the open. Previously on my A/N I said that there would be three parts. I’m surprised no one laughed at me for saying that because of course I’m long-winded and can’t wrap up something succinctly. There will be a part 4 before this story gets woven into Delta Landscaping.

As a reminder, I don't have a beta. Also, I made the dividers :)

“Vamos pendejo, they’re gonna make me circle if you don’t get in,” Santiago yelled towards Frankie, motioning for him to get in the car.

“Fuck,” Frankie shook his head to center himself before walking towards the curb. He opened the back door of Santiago’s car and tossed his carry-on and backpack in before settling into the passenger seat. “Sorry, Pope. Thanks for picking me up.”

As Santiago maneuvered his way out of the maze of cars, he quickly glanced over to Frankie. “All good, hermano. You good?”

“Uh y-yea…I’m great, actually.” 

Frankie stared out of the window as Santiago continued to drive, a smirk coming over his face.

“So tell me more about this handsome man,” Mom looked over at me with those eyes. 

She was trying so hard, but I just knew she wanted every detail but I was still trying to process what happened. Shit like this doesn't happen to someone like me. What are the odds of actually meeting my…whatever Frankie is, or could be…on a plane?

“He uh…he was on the plane with me. Sat next to me so we talked.”

“Good flight then?” She waggled her eyebrows, trying, but failing, to suppress a shit-eating grin.

“We hit some turbulence but…I don't know,” I shook my head and looked out the window. “It's like he made it…better…anyway afterward I wanted to say thank you, so I invited him to get a drink.”

“Please tell me Mac was working today,” she chuckled. Over the last year they had become friends. She would stop by to see him whenever she'd fly up to see me. She was subtly trying to play matchmaker between him and my Aunt Lori.

“He was,” I laughed.

“What did he think?”

“He was really amused by it all. I already know he's going to give me so much shit when I fly out Monday.”

“Did you make plans to see him again? What's his name? Where does he live? What does he do? Sorry,” she glanced over at me quickly before returning her gaze to the road. “I needed to get that out, I’m done, I promise.”

“Frankie, his name is Frankie,” I said softly, twirling my phone. “He lives here. I got his number so we'll see…”

“Do you want to see him again?”

I sat and pondered for a moment, collecting my thoughts. My immediate reaction was yes, absolutely. I wanted to hear his laugh, talk with him, hold his hand…he was such a good listener and was so attentive. I wondered if his attentiveness would also extend to the bed-. I suddenly remembered I was in the car with my mother and had to reel it in.

Taking a deep breath, I looked over at her, “Yeah. I really do. But it's jam-packed until I leave Monday.”

“Not necessarily…” she smirked as she stole another glance my way. “Ok, well, obviously tonight is with the rehearsal dinner. And then tomorrow with the wedding, but it's early…you'll be able to sneak away,” she winked.

“Mom!” I giggled. “I can't ditch Carol and Dave's wedding!”

“Oh stop it, yes you can. There's going to be so many people there, it'll be fine,” she smirked.

Frankie played with his phone, bringing it up to his chin. He went back and forth on whether or not to text. Well, texting wasn't really the question. He knew he wanted to text, but was debating what to say.

I can't just text “hey” that seems so…I don't know, casual? It's one step away from “you up?” and that's not the vibe I'm going for. 

He kept an inner monologue going as he listened to the music coming from the speakers of Santiago's car. 

Think of something Frank. What says, “I want to see you again” but doesn't sound desperate?

Because he did want to see her again. More than anything he's wanted in a long time. It's like something ignited within him, something he thought had long been extinguished…the embers starting to crackle a bit.

He could see Santiago out of the corner of his eye, silently observing. They'd already made some small talk about Frankie's trip and how much it pained him to say goodbye to his niece and nephew. It was a fun visit and cathartic in ways he was still processing.

“Know what you're gonna wear tomorrow?” Santiago finally broke the silence.

“Hmm?” Frankie murmured.

“For the party? Will said that it's a Star Wars theme.”

“Oh shit,” Frankie ran a hand down his thigh, “I didn't get a present.”

“Don't worry, hermano! I got gift cards, a set from each of us, and uh ah,” he put his hand up to stop Frankie from talking, “no you don't owe me back. Just…I don't know buy me a beer or something next time we're out,” he glanced over.

“Thanks, man.”

“I knew you had a lot on your mind, so figured I’d take care of it. Wanna guess what I’m going as?”

Frankie turned his head to the side, catching Santiago's smirk. “Lemme guess. You're going as Poe?”

“I already have the costume, can't let that baby go to waste!” Santiago chuckled.

“I’ll wear some Star Wars shirt I have.”

“See, I knew you were going to say that. I have something for you in the backseat.”

Frankie turned to see a plastic bag. Grabbing it, he reached inside and pulled out a gray T-shirt with BB-8 on the front. He furrowed his brow as he inspected the shirt before the realization hit him.

“Seriously?” He snorted. “Poe and BB-8, huh?” He shook his head as Santiago busted out laughing.

Mom and I got to the hotel with enough time for me to get checked in and upstairs to freshen up before the rehearsal dinner. The lobby was already swarming with distant relatives from both sides. 

We'd chosen to stay at the hotel rather than at home for a couple of reasons. One is the convenience factor. Since the wedding was at the aquarium downtown, it just made a lot of sense to already be down here and not have to deal with traffic. Plus, Carol had us getting up at the ass crack of dawn to get ready.

At the time I booked this, I thought springing for the suite would be a fun treat for myself. However, I wasn’t planning on getting a room that was bigger than my apartment. The bathroom looked like it could fit the entire bridal party in it…or at least one other person with broad shoulders...

My mind flashed to Frankie. His eyes, his smile, the way he smelled when I hugged him at the airport. I shook my head, pulling out my phone from my back pocket. 

I wanted to text him…but say what? I can't ask how his day is going. That's a weird thing to ask. Right? I mean, we don't know each other. I need to think of something funny…or witty…ugh.

Thankfully a knock at the door pulled me from my impending spiral. It must be Mom, figuring she'd pop over and sit with me as I got ready. Opening the door, I was pleasantly surprised to see my favorite cousin Ash.

“Hey,” they squealed, coming in for a hug. “Ah, I missed you!”

“Same!” I returned their tight embrace.

“Can I come in? I'm trying to avoid Carol,” they laughed, looking both ways down the hallway before ducking into my room. 

“Of course, come in.” I shook my head laughing. Ash was always a colorful character and was basically a sibling; we were close in age and grew up together.

“I love my sister but she's a little high-strung. Apparently, some of Dave's family is delayed getting in from Virginia. How that's my problem, I don't know,” they laughed. “How are you? How was your flight?”

“Good, really good,” I gave a tight-lipped smile before turning on my heels and walking to the bedroom to grab my toiletry bag.

“Wooow,” Ash whistled. “You're big time now! Big job so you went for the suite, huh?”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Figured I'd treat myself a bit.”

“And I love that for you!” They sat at the end of the bathtub as I laid out my makeup. “So…spill.” I furrowed my brows, looking at Ash in the mirror. “Don't play coy, your mom already told mine about this guy…you met him at the airport?”

“On the plane,” I sighed. “Jesus Christ, please tell me that story isn't spreading.”

“No, no! Seriously, it's not,” Ash reassured you. “I just happened to overhear it. It was said in passing, I swear, nothing more to it. Buuut, I can be useful,” they raised their eyebrows.

Ever since you were younger, Ash had a knack for “research” as it came to be known. It almost became a game…how little information could you give Ash to be able to turn around a dossier on whoever your intended target was. Although Carol's soon-to-be husband was the government agent in the family, you really thought Ash missed their calling as a spy.

“C'mon, JoJo…please, everyone's in a relationship, it's been so long since I've done this,” they pouted. 

I took a deep breath, I couldn't resist that face. Plus, it was always so funny to see how quickly Ash could solve the case. “Ok. His name is Frankie…he's retired military. Delta Force,” Ash started immediately tapping on their phone. “Has a sister in Dallas. A few friends who live here, two of them just bought a house together. They're brothers. The other one lives with him.” I trailed off as I opened my eyes wide to swipe some mascara.

“Santiago?”

“Y-yeah,” I paused looking at Ash in the mirror. “That was the guy who was coming to pick him up. Are you serious? That's like a new record.”

“Well, your boy doesn't really have much of a social presence…but a couple of his friends do.” Ash came up beside me and flicked through a couple of Facebook and Instagram accounts. I made a note of a couple of the names so I could go back and do my own research later.

“Good to know I still got it,” Ash winked, cracking their knuckles. “So, you gonna see him while you're here? Got this biiiig suite all for yourself.”

I rolled my eyes, “seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. C'mon, let me live vicariously through you! Handsome stranger on a flight. Love at first sight. Hot hotel sex…c'mon it's writing itself!” Ash laughed.

“Whoa whoa whoa … who said anything about love at first sight.”

“You haven't stopped smiling since I brought him up,” Ash nudged my arm with their elbow. “You look beautiful, send him a pic! Have you two been texting?”

“I can't just send him a photo out of the blue, what the hell Ash?!” I scoffed. 

“Ok well, a text? Making sure he got home ok? I dunno something…get the ball rolling. This will be fun! C’monnnn.”

The guys decided to spend a quite Friday at home, sitting around and watching a baseball game over some beer and pizza. Benny was tired from his training schedule so he wasn't up for going anywhere.

Frankie’s cell phone felt like it was a brick in his pocket. He wanted to send a text. He really wanted to get a picture of her, something to look at versus relying on the image his mind kept replaying. He went to the kitchen to grab another beer when he felt his phone buzz. His heart skipped a beat before he shook his head. He didn't want to get his hopes up as he fished the phone from his pocket, but then a big grin came across his face once he saw his screen.

Wifey: Did you make it home ok? 

I did. How about you?

Frankie bit his thumb as he saw the text bubbles pop up.

Wifey: I did. Got a suite. It's nicer than my apartment 😆

Nice. Do you have a good view?

She sent a photo of the bay. She was clearly at one of the nice hotels downtown.

Aww I don't get to see you?

Ash squealed and cupped their mouth. 

“Will you stop it? I'm going to get a noise complaint,” I hissed, trying to play it cool even though I was freaking out.

“I'm sorry, but that was fucking smooth. I like him. Ok, you need to send him a picture.”

I struggled with a flattering angle…this is why I never took selfies. But with Ash’s help, I managed to get a decent one that showed off a bit of my rehearsal dinner outfit too.

“Here goes nothing,” I winced as I pressed send.

“Ooo he's typing,” Ash looked over my shoulder.

Frankie ✈️: Beautiful

Frankie ✈️: The view is nice too

Ash brought their hand to their mouth and let out a little scream followed by a happy dance. My face was starting to hurt from smiling so much.

Frankie instantly saved the photo and then studied it, thankful that now he had something to look at.

“Hey Fish, you brewing the beers yourself in here or what,” Benny came into the kitchen, clapping Frankie on the shoulder as he made his way over to the refrigerator. “Oh hey, Monday you wanna come to the gym with us? I could use you,” Benny started shadowboxing.

“Yeah, Benny, I'll be there,” he smiled. His eyes trailed after Benny as he made his way back into the living room.

As much as Frankie didn't want to, he decided to change the name in his contacts in case any of the guys happened to get a peek at his phone.

The rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch, well, except for the fact that Dave's sister and her family and his coworker Susan and her family were delayed. They arrived as dessert was served.

But Ash and I were in our own little world, giggling and overanalyzing every text. I found out that tomorrow he was going to a Star Wars-themed kid's party at a roller skating rink. Coincidentally it was the same place Ash had a birthday party when we were younger. 

Frankie returned the favor and later sent a photo of his own. It was a bathroom selfie of him in the T-shirt Santiago had bought him. He looked so handsome; a little bit of hat hair, but the curls by his ears were adorable. He arched an eyebrow and pursed his lips in a silly pose that made me laugh. My eyes traveled down seeing how his shirt stretched across his broad chest, the sleeves sitting perfectly against his biceps. I wanted to feel his arms again. It may have been the wine talking, but my mind started to wander to how it would feel to rest my legs on his shoulders as he…

“Psst,” Ash elbowed me in the side, pulling me out of my reverie.

Carol and Dave were standing at our table, doing their rounds greeting everyone. I stood up and gave them both a hug. A lot of people were intimidated by Dave since he was on the more serious side and didn't talk a lot, but I had a soft spot for him. He always doted over Carol and treated her well and she was so incredibly happy.

Once we got a breakdown of tomorrow's events, complete with an agenda with times, Ash and I decided to head out. Carol didn't want us all staying out too late and getting hammered since we had to get up early. I kissed my mom goodnight and Ash and I headed upstairs.

“I am not looking forward to that wake-up call tomorrow morning. Seriously, who sets up hair and makeup at 6? Do we all need to be there the whole time? It's only going to take like five minutes for me to get ready and put my suit on.”

“Relax, it's just one day,” I smiled. “She wants the pictures and the whole nine yards of everyone in their robes getting ready. Now, did she really have to have 12 people in her bridal party? No, that's a little extra,” I chuckled, “but she's absolutely beaming. She's so happy.”

“You're right, she is happy. After all the shit they've gone through, I'm happy they’re getting this,” Ash said with a soft smile before the attention was redirected to me. “Speaking of happy,” they winked.

I buried my face in my hands as we both giggled. When the elevator reached Ash’s floor, they looked at me with a wicked grin “Try and not stay up too late.”

“Goodnight Ash. I'll see you bright and early!” I said cheerily as the doors closed, not missing Ash flipping me off in the process.

Frankie ✈️: I'm probably gonna head to bed soon. Sleep well.

Seriously, this guy is so cute. But my mind started to wander about him in bed…what does he wear to bed? Does he wear anything? I bit my lip at that thought, remembering how big his hands were and wondering if that meant…

Ding.

The doors opened and I shook my head to compose myself. I needed to respond to him and then get into bed. I hope my vibrator is charged, although I probably won’t need it at this point.

Sweet dreams Frankie. 😘

Frankie scrolled back through their text string, smiling to himself. He then came to her photo again. Remembering how perfectly she fit into his arms when they hugged. How badly he wanted to feel her delicate fingers run through his hair, scratching his scalp. Wondering how her hand would look wrapped around his cock.

He shuffled in bed, laying on his back. His mind remembered how her chest felt pressed up against his. The smell of citrus in her hair. Her plump lower lip and how he just wanted to feel it in between his teeth. He spit into his hand, hissing when he reached down and started to rub up and down his cock. 

He felt a little guilty doing this, but he needed to feel a release. Remembering her laugh and how cute she looked when she was thinking. His mind continued to race as he chased that release, it wasn't too far given how amped up he was. He wondered how she would sound. How she'd taste. How her hips would buck and her back would arch when he did that move which had become his signature over the years. Would she let out a breathy moan or scream his name while grasping a fistful of his hair? 

His mind started to go blank as that feeling came over him. Before long, he felt the ropes of his spend on his stomach as he panted, coming down from the high only to realize he was alone in his bed.

The alarm came far too early and I was already wanting an IV of coffee. Thankfully my vibrator was up to the task last night. I laughed at the thought of getting off to a bathroom selfie of a guy wearing a BB-8 T-shirt. I won't look at that little droid the same anymore.

I rushed to put on some jogging pants, a loose top, and my robe. Thankfully, I had packed up my dress and the rest of my accessories, so I just had to grab and go this morning.

When I arrived at Carol's suite, my mom and aunt were there fussing over the spread of fruit and pastries. I spotted Ash in the corner, sunglasses on and hair all askew.

“Jesus, did you get in a fight with your pillow?” I snorted as I walked up.

“I'm not speaking to anyone until I have been awake for a full hour and have had a cup of coffee.” Ash tried to say in a deadpan tone, but immediately cracked up when they saw my face. “How was your night? Your vibrator work or did you kick it old school and use your hands?”

“Will you shut the fuck up,” I hissed. “Grandma is here,” I cut my eyes over to our grandmother who was asleep in one of the chairs.

Ash rolled her eyes. “Well…”

“Yes, it works. It worked quite well.”

“Ha, I knew it! Now all you need is to get an actual di- hi Carol!” Ash gave a tight smile.

“Hi, hey JoJo. Ash, do you want to go first and get this out of the way or do you want to go last?’

“Let's get this show on the road sis!” They winked and headed over to the hairstylist.

“You look happy. My mom said you met some guy on the flight here,” Carol whispered.

“Jesus, who doesn't know at this point?” I shook my head.

“Honestly? Probably Grandma on account of her being asleep,” she laughed. “But seriously, if you needed to duck out of the reception early I won't say anything,” she winked.

The next couple of hours were a bit of a frenzy as I helped the maid of honor keep track of the seemingly endless game of musical chairs between make-up and hair. Once everyone was dressed it was time to stage the getting ready pictures. I'd been so caught up that I missed a text from Frankie. Ash saw it when they picked up my phone to check the time.

Frankie ✈️: Good morning. Hope it all goes smoothly this morning.

Sorry I missed this! It's been hectic but good. We're almost ready for pictures!

Frankie ✈️: Am I lucky enough to see?

Maybe…

He sent a picture of himself pouting and he looked absolutely adorable with his bed head and scruff. I couldn't help but notice he was still in bed. The blue and white plaid comforter pulled up to his chest, but I could see he wasn't wearing a shirt. I bit my lip wondering if he was wearing anything at all as I took in his bronzed shoulders, noticing a few freckles along his collarbone.

How dare you send me such a scandalous photo this early? 😉

Frankie ✈️: So if it were later it would be ok?

Maybe

Frankie ✈️: Noted 

Frankie ✈️: I've been thinking about that dress of yours.

Oh yeah?

Frankie ✈️: I bet you'll look beautiful in it

Well, I'm about to go get dressed. Maybe I'll send you a photo of the finished product

Frankie ✈️: Just the finished product?

I could feel my cheeks getting warm. Thank goodness I was planning on wearing Spanx underneath my dress because my current pair of underwear was soaked. I thought about rubbing one out quickly in the bathroom as I changed but hearing everyone laughing and carrying on just on the other side of the door killed the mood.

Frankie fidgeted on the couch, sitting up to readjust himself as he waited for Santiago to get ready. He felt like maybe he went a little far, but she seemed to be into it so far so he tried to silence that little voice.

“So, what do you think,” Santiago popped out into the living room, giving Frankie a twirl. 

“Looks the same as it did last Halloween, Pope,” Frankie smirked. “Ready?”

“Yeah, we should head out. Lord only knows Will’s going to be early so we’re already late,” he chuckled.

The guys walked out and got into Frankie’s truck. He checked his phone one more time, before putting it in the cup holder and reversing out of his place.

“So, what does he think?” Ash asked as I came out of the bathroom.

“I haven’t sent a photo yet, I wasn’t going to do it in the bathroom.”

Ash furrowed their brows and gave me a skeptical look, “Oh c’mon live a little. Who hasn’t sent a nude in the bathroom before?”

Before you could chastise your menace of a cousin you hear everyone gasp as Carol walked out. She looked radiant and so happy. Dave had sent up a present for her to open - a simple blue sapphire pendant to match her engagement ring. 

As everyone fawned over the gesture and snapped photos, you grabbed Ash and forced them to take a few photos.

“Ooo this one, your boobs look great in that one,” Ash pointed as you rolled your eyes. “What? They do. Ok, send it please.”

Taking a deep breath, I just attach a photo, hit send, and immediately hand my phone to Ash. “Please, I need you to screen his reaction.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek as we both waited for a response. It was an agonizing couple of minutes and my mind raced to all sorts of possibilities before finally I heard the buzz.

Ash looked down and a big smirk came across their face. “He liked it.”

“Lemme see,” I grabbed my phone, unlocking it to see his message.

 Frankie ✈️: Wow, what a finished product.

Frankie ✈️: You look beautiful. 

“See…I told you,” I heard Ash say, but all I could focus on were those messages. I bit my lip to control busting out in a huge smile.

As we got everyone downstairs and loaded into the limos to head over to the venue, Frankie and I were texting. I was so thankful I decided to pick a dress with pockets. I didn’t want to keep him from his friends and he kept telling me he didn’t want to keep me from my bridal party duties, but here we were - still texting each other. 

I’ll be away for a little bit here soon. Ceremony is going to start.

Frankie ✈️: ok, I guess I can wait 😀 

How much longer are you planning on staying at the party?

Frankie ✈️: I don’t know, it depends.

Depends on what?

Frankie ✈️: Might have a date to get to, we’ll see.

Ooo a date, huh? Wow. Where are you going?

Frankie ✈️: Depends. 

Frankie ✈️: Pizza or burgers?

Depends.

Frankie ✈️: On what?

Is it homemade or are we going to a restaurant?

Frankie ✈️: Who said I was taking you? I was planning on asking Lulu. 😉

I stifled a snort, trying to cover my face with my hand. He had quite a soft spot for one of his friends’ neighbors, an older woman he said reminded him of his late mother.

Oh so you have a hot date with Lulu tonight then huh? Too bad…

Frankie ✈️: Why you say that?

I got a pass to skip out on the reception…

Frankie ✈️: Send me the address and what time I can pick you up.

I laughed at the speed at which he sent me that response. I sent him the address of the reception and told him I was putting my phone away for the ceremony. The last thing I saw was a message from him saying he couldn’t wait to see me, which set loose a kaleidoscope of butterflies in my stomach.

“You look happy,” Ash whispered as we stood in line to walk down the aisle, rolling their eyes as one of the other bridesmaids shushed us. “Care to share with the class?”

I kept a coy smile as we continued walking up, waiting for our turn. When it was about to be my turn I turned around and whispered, “I’m going to see Frankie after this.” With a wink, I turned around smiling as I left Ash slack-jawed.

“Hey Pope, you ok to get a ride with Benny and Will? I’m…um…gonna head out,” he took off his cap and quickly ran his hand through his hair before returning it.

“Todo bien Francisco?” Lulu asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Y-yeah, all good. I…um…just need to go take care of something. You good Pope?”

“Si, hermano, go ahead.” He nodded to Frankie.

“Adios Lulu,” he bent down to kiss the woman on the cheek. “Ok, let me go find Olivia and tell her bye and I’ll head out.”

Frankie tried to exit the party as quickly and nonchalantly as possible, so as to not raise too many suspicions. His hand twitched as he walked to the parking lot, the anticipation of seeing her making his heart race. When he finally climbed into the cab of his truck, he took a deep breath before reversing out of the parking spot. 

He hit nearly every red light on the way to the highway and then hit a couple of patches of traffic. But despite all of the delays, he kept a smile on his face the entire time, his mind racing. He was excited and full of nerves, but also a bit scared that maybe once they saw each other again she wouldn’t feel the same. Like this was all about the thrill of a weekend fling. 

He shook his head and tried to keep the intrusive thoughts at bay as he parked, giving himself a once-over in the rear-view mirror. Showing up to a fancy wedding in jeans and a t-shirt wasn’t his idea of a great first impression, but she clearly didn’t care.

A/N: What do we think? These will finally get back together in person in the next chapter!

I don't have an official "tag list" for this, but I'm going to tag a few who may be interested based on comments/reblogs from the past part. I can remove you if you want: @laughing-in-th3-purple-rain / @lwfics / @missladym1981 / @alltheseperfectimperfections / @anavatazes / @inept-the-magnificent / @weho2kcmo / @casa-boiardi / @undercoverpena / @survivingandenduring / @secretelephanttattoo / @sin-djarin / @readingiskeepingmegoing / @trulybetty

[headlessjest]

How about some romantic stuff!! Some of y'all need your romance.

Hanging out HCs

Ft: Hank, Deimos, Sanford, Jedediah, Tricky, Sheriff, 2BDamned, Phobos, and Auditor.

Hank:

・I think y'all would probably just stay home.

・You both just had a very stressful mission, so why not relax back at the apartment.

・They'll probably watch TV with you with the few tv stations Nevada can have.

・Cuddling is something he can do with you too. Just on bed or on the couch and just cuddle.

・There will be a couple times where he just lays on the ground with you and wonder what the hell happened to this place.

・"(Name)... Thank you.."

Deimos:

・Going out and eating Burger Gil's!

・Deimos just wants to enjoy his favorite food place with you.

・This can also be an excuse to to eat at Gil's in general, but it's nice to do it with you.

・When y'all are done at eating at Gil's, maybe a quick trip to the bakery.

・He threw up the Burger Gil's on the way there so you had to carry him back home.

・"That burger was sure good, but you're just as good."

Sanford:

・Alright, endless stary night, blanket, and you two. That's how it's gonna go.

・Just you two hanging out on a hill and looking up on the stary night, relaxing.

・There will be a few times bandits will try and get you two, but that's why y'all brought guns to this evening.

・Other than getting interrupted by bandits and a couple of zeds, this hangout is wonderful for the both of you.

・You accidentally fell asleep during this, but Sanford didn't mind carrying you back.

・"Thank you for this time, sweetie.."

Jedediah:

・Going scavenger hunting.

・Jedediah surprisingly enjoys collecting stuff. It calms him down, and doing it with you makes him extra calm.

・You'll probably find a old coin or a rock with a cool texture and look to it and dash back to Jeb to show him.

・He also sometimes finds cool looking rocks and gives them to you. Like penguins.

・After going around and finding some cool stuff, you and Jeb head back home and organize all the stuff you both found.

・"These are beautiful, darling.. Just like you."

Tricky:

・Y'all go partying.

・I think y'all would also listen to your both favorite songs when partying. (His being all ICP songs and the chicken dance remix.)

・I think after the partying stuff is over with, y'all kinds just head back home and relax after the long night.

・If you get overwhelmed at the party, Tricky will notice and try to find a way to calm you down.

・Other than that y'all actually have a great time.

・"CL0WN L0V3S Y0U!!!1!1!"

Sheriff:

・I think y'all would hang out at a nice bar. (If possible that is..)

・I think he took you to the bar in the first place because it was the easiest place to go without him freaking the fuck out and being horrified.

・Also, because he's been busy lately and wanted to spend time with you.

・He might also get a little drunk from drinking too much.

・You also had to drag him back home.

・"Darlin'... When do you get so beautiful/handsome?"

2BDamned:

・Y'all also stay home.

・He just wants to relax with you and just hang out in bed. Nothing much really.

・He also is just a little stressed with everything, so relaxing with you seems like a perfect thing for the time being.

・I think y'all would also watch a quick movie for fun. Like a older movie from the later 90s and early 2000s.

・Other than that, relaxing with you makes his day better, no matter what.

・"This means a lot to me, (Name).. Thank you.."

Phobos:

・I think he would dance with in his office.

・The red lighten room and the slow jazz playing in the background, just you two slow dancing for the joy of it.

・Phobos made sure that no one would bother you both during this. I mean, quite literally.

・I think during this, you might doze off a bit from the slow atmosphere.

・Phobos does notice this and y'all get ready for bed.

・"Tonight was lovely.. We should do this again.."

Auditor:

・I think y'all just hang out and watch cat videos all night long.

・Most romantic thing I've ever heard.

・I think you both would also hold eachothers hand during too. Auditors love language is physical touch. (Somehow..)

・Another thing is that whenever you both see a cat that reminded of you both, you would point it out.

・This also made you both question about getting a cat.

・"Hm, a fur baby seems nice."

I'm absolutely shaking rn. Ate an entire tub of coffee icecream, also mixed with the excitement of watching the fnaf movie tomorrow!!!!

-Jester

[ttoddii]

please,

pairing(s): bada lee x f!reader

cw: angst, very very little cussing, maybe reader is just high idk, bad grammar, lowercase intended.

wc: 1k

summary: you can't seem to get over a certain girl that you had met in your dream.

a/n: once again, apologies for a very messy story because i'm sleepy ;-; and apologies again because i had not been posting as frequent, had been through a lot of things recently. but i'll try to adjust that. lastly, i hope you enjoy this.

you slowly open your eyes, a sigh gently leave your mouth as you sit up. your body have no energy to make any big move right now, redirecting your gaze to take a glance at your clock, still too early, too early for you to feel so disappointed.

nothing. again.

it was heartbroken, no you didn't go through any broke up recently, and no you definitely is living a happy life, having what you need. but god, why? why does he has to torture you like this? why does he has to make you fall so hard in love with someone in your dream?

it was a long time ago. too long. to the point where you barely even remember what was the dream about.

and yet, you can't seem to get her out of your head.

she is a sweet girl, her smile as bright as the sun, her hug make you feel like the sea is gently washing away all your troubles from deep within your soul.

maybe that's why her name is bada.

she told you that. her voice was so lovely, and that seems to be the only memory you have from that dream.

it's funny, and pathetic, honestly. because you can never seem to remember anything, any detail of the dream, and yet you can remember how soft her touch is when it land on your hand, or how pretty her eyes are when you look into it.

a girl that make you helplessly fall in love.

and it hurt, it hurt so bad because you can never see her again. relationships that have ups and downs are great, you really think so, because at least you can feel them, touch them, see them.

but this? you don't even know if she exist or not, but you are hopelessly in love with her.

you wish you could see her, feel her, kiss her, hug her.

you tried, of course, countless time. you would think about her non-stop in the day, hoping, wishing that by the night, when you're deep in your sleep, you could see her again.

but to no avail.

you find yourself helpless in this silly crush of yours. why did you have to like someone that's not real? why is the world so cruel to you?

"i should just stop", you mumble. your hands rub softly against your eyes.

the words are a reminder to yourself that maybe, maybe you should give up.

but what if you still have a chance tonight?

you shake your head, forcefully pushing the thought out of your head. your hands going up to your cheeks to squeeze it gently, attempting to make yourself a bit more awake.

you do like the girl too much, but is it enough to risk having a hopeless cycle that might make you cry days and nights?

no, maybe not. if you continue, you will break.

it's a vicious cycle. a cycle that if you don't fight against, you would succumb to your own heartbreak.

and the worst thing is.

that heartbreak is not even real.

feeling is a bitch, it give you a hint of happiness and then take that same happiness away, even though you hold on to it for dear life. feeling is a bully.

you sigh, your body slowly fall back down to the bed. your eyes open to look at the ceiling, it's still pretty early isn't it? maybe you should sleep more? you don't have plans today, and most definitely not in the mood to wake up yet, your eyes are still heavy and your brain still too fuzzy.

at some point, the heaviness of your heart sink into your bed and you slowly drift to sleep along with it.

"love", a soft voice call out to you as you can feel something touching your face, and you shift, your body move slowly as you open your eyes.

somehow, you're at the beach now, and you could see the stars above your head. your right hand holding up to your cheek to touch someone else hand, and you can feel the slender fingers, resting on your face.

"bada?" you asked softly, your eyes moving to find the source of the voice.

and there she is, ever so gentle, smiling at you. your face shocked as your body shoot up and you turn to look at bada.

her figure sitting down on the sand as she look straight at you, her hair fall down over her shoulder as she pat her hand on the spot next to her, indicating for you to sit a bit closer.

so you did just that, scooting over to her as you try to keep eyes contact,

you're scared, scared that if you look away, bada would disappear.

bada chuckle, she lean back, putting her hand behind her back and use it to support her upper body.

"it's a nice night, isn't it?", she said, her gaze now move to the waves that are slowly moving to the shore.

it is indeed a nice night, a night where the sky is so clear that you could see every stars twinkling above your head, you can feel the chilly air hugging around your body, you can smell the saltiness lingering around, you can hear the sound of waves crashing down, and most importantly, you can feel her sitting next to you.

of course, it's a dream, nothing is real, even this nice night view, even all the things you feel right now, it's not real.

but maybe, just for today, right now, at this moment, you rather enjoy it than stressing it too much. after all, you did wait for this, you did hope for it to come.

"bada", you reach out first, your voice softly as you slowly lay your head on bada's shoulder. it's tiring, really, to keep waiting for a day like this. but you're happy at this moment, you feel content.

you can feel bada sigh softly, her hand move up to give you a head pat, her fingers run through the lock of your hair as you hum. to feel something like this, even when it's not real, make you feel safe.

bada sigh again, and she hold your head up softly, her hands cup your cheeks as she look at you in the eyes.

"please, darling, move on, without me." bada said, her smile so soft that it's like a stream of warm water just poured through your heart, and yet, so bitterly.

so so bitterly.

and once again, you open your eyes.

[kryptonitejelly]

🍯

Hi lovely, it’s been a minute

Sending a request for Jakexreader one shot because I miss your writing!!

Hear me out;

College flyboy Jake x reader, lazy snuggled night in after leaving a party early

Bonus points if there’s snuggle and fluff or Jake falling asleep and being awoken and covering your body with his and getting all overprotective and growly at whoever walked in (//not me needing this in my lifeeee)

ok not really a one-shot but college!flyboy 🥹 my heart, and glad you are back 🍯 anon, i have missed you!

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Jake notices the moment your social battery drops, sees out of the corner of his eye as you stifle a yawn before swiftly taking a sip out of the red solo cup in hand. He knows the cup which you have in hand is not a mix of vodka and coke which you would have everyone believe, but rather a cup full of pure, unlaced diet coke.

He isn’t standing beside you, but the moment he sees you stifle that yawn, Jake is picking his way across the few people between you both - because he is never that far away - and sliding onto the sofa. You feel the plush material beneath you dip as Jake sinks down beside you, effectively squeezing one of his teammates out and off the sofa as he does so.

“Fucking Seresin,” you hear the half mumble, half chuckle of the displaced teammate as he grudgingly accepts his fate - he knew better by now than to try to get between Jake and you.

“That wasn’t kind,” you state, eyes dancing in slight amusement as you find yourself looking into Jake’s face. He has dropped his own cup onto the short coffee table in front of you which is already littered with an assortment of stray chips, cups, and empty bottles. Jake’s arms are spread, one on the short side of the sofa and the other draped over the back of it, behind you. You instinctively, Jake notices but isn’t sure you do, scoot slightly closer towards him, effectively placing yourself directly in his space and within his wingspan.

“Want to get out of here?” He ignores your jab at him, choosing instead to ask his question.

“But we’ve only been here for an hour,” you say and Jake sees you glance down at your phone screen which you tap with a finger to brighten.

“Not a great party,” he says and shrugs, just as a chorus of loud thundering cheers rings out from the next room over the thump of the muted music which someone turns out louder along with the cheers.

“I think they would beg to differ,” you are now semi yelling to combat the increased volume of music. It makes you lean in further to Jake, and he mirrors your actions, not because he can’t hear you, but because he can.

“Boooring,” he responds before making a face that has you chuckling. Jake doesn’t give you another chance to respond, but chooses to act instead - plucking the cup out of your hand, plonking it on the table, before slipping his hand into yours and pulling you both towards a stand, “c’mon, let’s get out of here.”

You let Jake pull you out through the crowd, following, your body pressed close to his as he navigates you both out of the crowd amidst the thumps on his shoulder and greetings he gets along the way.

You both stumble out into the cool nights air, the shouts and thump of the music from the party now an somewhat muted echo behind you both.

“Bed and bad tv?” Jake volunteers as you let go off his hand once you are both out of the house. He glances down at the loss of your palm in his but doesn’t say anything, contenting himself with watching you instead as you shut your eyes for a brief few seconds, breathing deeply in, taking in the crisp fresh air.

“What did you have in mind?” You ask as you link and arm with Jake, both your feet beginning on the stroll back towards his fraternity. You had left your belongings there before walking over to the party with him, and it was no surprise where you would be bunking tonight.

“Gossip girl?”

“Hey,” Jake feels your palm hit his chest lightly and finds you mock glowering at him, “that is good tv.”

“Whatever you say princess,” he rolls his eyes, the curve of a smile on his lips.

-

“You’re falling asleep,” Jake mumbles, his eyes fixed on the screen - he hates to admit, but you turning him onto gossip girl - one of the best things ever. He doesn’t need to look to know you are falling asleep, he knows it from the weight of your head that has drooped onto his chest, the way he feelings your breathing slow from the way your body is moving, rising and falling slowly with each breath, from the way your body has subconsciously snuggled closer to his, in search for warmth.

“Mrhmf not,” your groggy, barely audible mumble is the response he receives and he smiles, eyes finally darting down to find you eyes closed, the weight of your head now fully resting on his chest.

“Sweet dreams princess,” he mutters softly; your lack of response tells him you are fast asleep.

-

Jake is almost at the end of the episode, watching as Blair runs, fully clothed in wedding gown and a tiara to a waiting car outside when he hears the door shift open.

“What,” he growls, voice deep as his arm that is looped around you, rising and falling with the rhythm of your breathing tightens. It makes you shift, and he tenses slightly, hoping it hasn’t woken you, relaxing only as you shift slightly, before your body continues on with the same breathing pattern.

“Sorry man,” the head of one of his fraternity members peeks in, identifies the curled up figure Jake has his arm protectively around before shooting an apologetic glance and backing our slowly, as he moves to shut the door slowly, and soundlessly before backing away the same way he came from. He shakes his head at the two other boys coming down the hallway.

“Not there?” One asks.

“With his girl,” the response comes and the boys “ah” in acknowledgment and understanding before turning to go back the way they came.

“With his girl,” the intruder responds to “Ahs” and nods of agreement from the other two before the three boys exchange knowing smiles and turn back in the directions from which they came from.

“With his girl,” the intruder explains and the other two nod in understanding.

[tbyfandoms]

I’ve Got You | JJ Maybank x Reader

Pairing: jj maybank x f!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: struggling with financial burdens, y/n starts to crumble under the pressure. jj notices the girl he loves is hard on her luck, so he does everything he can to help fix it (requested)

Warnings: descriptions of financial struggles and depression, mild swearing

Masterlist/Request Form | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: hello everybody! it feels great to finally get out my first fic of the new year! things have been kinda crazy irl so I haven't had a ton of time to write, but I just wanna say I appreciate all of your support and patience. when I got this request it really hit home, so I hope the user who requested this enjoys! in other words, I can't wait for s3 of obx to drop this month, I've missed my blondie <3

It was all beginning to be too much. You aren’t quite sure how much more of this you could handle.

Flopping onto your bed, you try your best to not fall asleep right then and there. You’ve just gotten home from a long shift at work, and to say you're drained would be an understatement.

You're not really sure where it all started. At one point you were fine, dealing with finances and typical life whatsits, when suddenly it all came crashing down.

Bills and necessities started pilling up and for some reason everything seemed to be getting more and more expensive. You were doing everything you could; taking on another job, spending less, even selling things you no longer needed. None of it seemed to help, though. You feel like you're being buried under all the pressure, and it doesn't help that it's starting to take a toll on your mental health.

Days and days went by where you would do nothing but go from one job to the next, come home and do what you needed, and then fall asleep. It was all starting to blur, you can't even remember what life was like before this all began. It makes you feel so sad and stressed, but you're not quite sure what else to do.

You're supposed to be hanging out with the Pogues tonight, and you'd promised you'd go since you've missed the last three hangouts to either work or catch up on sleep, but you're struggling to even keep your eyes open right now. Honestly with everything going on lately, you haven’t been one to want to socialize anyways. You can feel yourself pulling away from your friends more and more, but you feel as if you can’t do anything to stop it.

Turning over on your side, you grab your phone and check what time it is. It's early-ish. You could totally rest your eyes for a bit before you get up. Today was just so exhausting, it felt like you pulled a double because one of your co-workers called off and you had to do all their work as well as your own. The whole thing was a total nightmare.

It wouldn't hurt to drift off for a while. If you're a little late to the hangout later it won't be the end of the world. Everyone would probably just brush it off. So far no one's caught on to what's happening in your life and somehow that soothes you. You'd hate to worry any of them, they each have their own problems to deal with and you're not gonna add to the list.

Everything would be fine eventually. Although, from what you can see, it all seems far from fine.

*****

There's a rapid and consistent buzzing coming from your left side, and the feeling has you bolting out of bed.

It takes you a second to regain your balance and whereabouts, but as soon as you do you find yourself filled with panic. It’s darker out now, much darker than it was earlier.

When your eyes adjust to the brightness of your phone you see notifications on top of notifications of missed calls and texts. They’re all from the Pogues wondering where in the hell you are. You were supposed to meet with them hours ago. Shit.

Quickly, you open the groupchat you have with everyone and send a simple but honest text.

Had work today and passed out as soon as I got home. Didn’t realize how late it was. Promise I’ll be at the next hang, sorry!

Hopefully it’s enough to ease their minds. It’s not like you lied either, you really did have work and passed out. Just because you didn’t wanna go in the first place doesn’t mean it’s any less valid.

The thought sort of jars you. You can’t ever think of a time where you didn’t want to spend every moment with your friends, whether it be to surf, party, or just sit with each other. You frown at how much things have changed. You miss-what feels like-the old days, you miss the old you.

Your phone lights up with countless more messages from the Pogues as they take in your response. It's all a bit overwhelming. So, too tired to care you silence your phone and toss it aside. Just like everything else that isn't work, sleep, or bills; you could deal with it later.

Stomach growling, you decide you should get up and try to find something to eat. Making your way to the kitchen you think over everything you have to choose from, which isn't much.

Opening the fridge, your thoughts are further confirmed. It's practically a ghost town in this thing. You haven't had a chance to stop at the grocery store lately so there's not a whole lot to make. It's not like you have the money to go anyways.

Sighing, you close the fridge door and try to be creative with your limited options. Before you can even start to brainstorm though, there's several knocks at the front door.

Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you wonder who in the world it could be. You're definitely not expecting anyone, especially this late at night.

Slowly creeping to the front door, you nearly jump as more incessant knocking rings out through the house. Looking through the peephole your nerves both settle and start up again at the sight.

It's JJ. You know exactly why he's here before you even open the door, and that thought alone makes you nervous. You really don't feel like explaining yourself any further than what you sent in the groupchat, but it looks like that's finally starting to be unavoidable.

"JJ,' you say as you open the door, feigning as much joy as possible to try and throw him off. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Y/N, what are you doing here? You were supposed to meet us hours ago and you never showed up."

The blonde lets himself in as he brushes past you. Blinking several times at the sudden intrusion, you close the door and begin to repeat yet again why you weren't there. "I told you-"

"No, don't. I don't want to her that bullshit excuse you sent in the groupchat because that's exactly what it is; bullshit."

Irritation flutters through your body as you take in JJ's words. "It's not bullshit, JJ! I did work today and just like I told you I passed out afterwards because of how exhausted I was! I can show you my damn timecard if you don't believe me."

Rolling your eyes you start to open the front door again, thinking it's high time JJ left. He's definitely overstayed his welcome if this is how he's gonna act.

"You know what? I think I would like to see your timecard. How about you show me all your timecards from the past week, month even!? Because it seems like all you do now is work."

The boy's words stop you in your tracks, hand on the doorknob. "I-I do not work all the time." You wince at your lack of confidence. You don't dare to turn towards JJ, knowing he'll instantly be able to tell you're lying.

"Yes you do, either that or you're lying to us, to me, about where you are every time we try to hang out or when I'm just checking in with you. There's clearly something going on." JJ's tone goes soft, concern seeping through his words as he continues. "Please look at me, Y/N."

Slowly, you turn towards him. You're trying your best to fight back tears, every instance of JJ or the others texting you flooding your mind. Every time you told them you had work when they tried to plan something or when you would cancel on them at the last minute when an extra shift opened up.

You thought you were doing good with hiding your problems and your excessive work and sleep schedule, but clearly you were wrong.

"There's nothing going on, J. I just get a lot of shifts at work, it's no big deal." Your voice gives at the end and you clear your throat to try and cover it up, but from the look on JJ's face, he's not believing any of it.

"C'mon, don't you think I know when there's something wrong with my girl?" The endearment has your eyes shooting to his, another sudden rush of emotion clogging your system. It's all too much to hold in, and you can feel the dam about to burst.

JJ apparently notices this too, because not a second later he's rushing forwards, his arms wrapping around you instantly. His warmth and familiar scent circling you.

The tears fall freely down your cheeks, soaking into JJ's soft, cotton shirt. Weeks worth of pent up emotion ravages your body, leaving you shaking and drained.

JJ leads you to the couch, sitting you both down but not letting go of you for even a moment. "Tell me what's wrong. I can't stand to see you like this."

Looking up at JJ, you try to regain your composure as he wipes away the tears on your cheeks. The subtle brush of his thumbs across your skin has you feeling warm and safe.

It's evident by the look on his face that the blonde isn't going to let this go. He'll sit here all night with you if he has to, that's how much he cares and how much he's worried about you.

There's a part of you, albeit small, that knows you should've confided in your friends about everything going on, should've confided in JJ at the very least. After everything you've been through together it should've been a given that you couldn't keep something from him for long.

Shaking your head, you try to think of where the hell to start. How do you just come out and tell someone you care so deeply for that you're struggling financially? Mentally? And that you have been for months?

Considering you don't even know where everything began, you just try you best to recount when it all started weighing heavily on you. You tell JJ about all the bills, about taking on a second job just to barely make ends meet. You tell him how depressed you've felt, how closed off, how tired.

It makes your heart hurt how JJ's eyes gloss over, how he shakes his head and scoffs in disbelief over everything. You know you're struggling badly right now, but to see how it effects someone when you finally say it all out loud makes it seem so much more real.

"I can't believe you've had to deal with all that, that you're still dealing with it." The blonde takes off the red hat he's wearing and runs his fingers through the waves that have been hidden there. "Why-Why didn't you tell me?"

Shrugging your shoulders, you bite your bottom lip to try and hold back the tears threatening to spill again. "I guess I just thought it wasn't worth it. I know you guys have things of your own to deal with, especially you, and I didn't want to add on any more burdens."

"Hey, no, none of that." JJ shakes his head and reaches out to hold your face within his hands. "Don't ever think that you can't come to me with something like this. Sure I've got a dead beat dad to deal with, but that's nothing I can't handle. I wouldn't let anything come between me being there for you. You're not a burden, not even a little bit. Especially not when you're dealing with something like this."

Overcome with emotions, all you can manage is a nod along with a smile, your heart feeing so full and so unlike what's it felt like for ages. Although everything is far from being solved, it's nice to know you have people to lean on, that there's someone who would do anything for you when it feels like you've been alone for so long.

Removing his hands from your face and wrapping them around you once more, JJ hums into the side of your head and you can't help but to let out a long sigh, trying to let go for just a moment and be here. It feels good to be wrapped in the Pogue's arms. To be honest, you could stay like this forever.

Before long, your mind is back to worrying about everything going on, about your difficult situation and how there seems to be no end in sight. "What am I gonna do, JJ?" You whisper while holding the boy a little closer, needing to feel grounded somehow.

Devastated by the broken sound of your voice and heartbreaking situation, JJ does his best to rack his mind of what he could do to help you. He'd offer you all the money he's got, but he knows you'd never accept it, not even as a gift. You're too proud and selfless to ever take money from anyone, especially not your best friends.

The boy grows restless, frustration and sorrow coursing through his body as your story replays in his mind. He can't wrap his head around how this has happened to you. Sure, it's not uncommon for those who live in Outer Banks, but the fact it's you rips him to shreds.

JJ thinks back on what he did when he was strapped for cash. Back to when he had to pick up the slack every time his old man went on a weeklong binge and didn't go to work for weeks on end. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind and the blonde rushes to offer it to you.

"What if-what if I talked to my boss to see if we can get you a serving gig or something where I work?"

You look up at JJ with skeptical eyes, not sure if what he's saying could really happen. "I don't know, J. I mean, are you sure? I tried to get in there when I was looking for a better job, but they weren't hiring."

"Yeah! I know I'm shit for a busboy but my word is good, and with your references you'd definitely get in! One of our servers just quit to go back to the mainland because she couldn't handle island life anymore, so it's perfect!"

You can't help the giggle that slips past your lips. This one sure has a way with words.

"C'mon, Y/N, it would be great for you. The pay is way better than the jobs you have now and the servers even get tips. You wouldn't have to have two jobs anymore and could worry a little less about bringing in money. The worst thing you'd have to deal with is the Kooks, but you know how to handle them better than anyone." A coy smile plays at the edge of JJ's pink lips. "Plus, you'd be able to see me a lot more too."

"Okay, I'd love that, thank you" you reply shyly. Looking away from JJ for a minute, you can't help the doubt creeping in all over again. "What if it doesn't work out, though? What if your boss already found someone. I can't be without a job, JJ. I need to make sure-"

JJ grabs your face, holding it in his hands just like he did earlier. The warmth instantly filling in the cold spots the fear began to create. "They didn't and you won't be. No matter what happens you still have the two jobs you've got now, but hell I'd quit and let you have my job if it means you can stop struggling with those. I mean it when I say, I've got you."

The boy flashes you a smile before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, doing anything to try and get you to feel better. Luckily, it works. You smile back and lean into one of his hands as heat rushes to your face.

"You really know how to make a girl feel better don't you, Maybank?" There's a hint of teasing in your tone, but you truly mean it as well. People may say JJ is a lot of things, but they can never say he's not a good friend.

"Anything for you, baby," he winks. Rolling your eyes, you push away from the blonde before he can get too cocky over the way he makes you feel. There's a smirk on your lips as you walk back towards the kitchen, stomach fluttering for more reasons than just being hungry.

Opening the fridge, you try to scrounge up an idea for what you can offer JJ. "You want anything to eat or drink? There's not much but I'm sure we can think of something."

"Yeah, starved! Forget cooking, though, you don't need to do all that. Let's go to The Wreck, you know I would die for one of Mr. C's burgers."

Laughing, you nod your head as you close the fridge and make your way to the front door. "That actually sounds amazing, let's go."

"Hey," JJ says, stopping you as you put your shoes on. "And don't worry, it's on me."

Tilting your head to the side, you look quizzically at the boy in front of you. "Kie's parents don't even charge us when we eat there?"

"Okay, yeah, but it's the thought that counts, right?"

"You're such an idiot," you laugh. JJ smiles at the sound and at the sight of your eyes gaining back a little bit of that sparkle he hasn't seen in a long time.

"But you still love me, though," he replies, not even needing to ask if that's true as he opens the door for you.

"I sure do."

As you make yourself comfortable behind JJ on his motorbike, you do your best to try and get your mind off everything. It's been hard to feel any sort of ease for as long as you've been dealing with this stuff, but with JJ it feels like for once you can just settle.

You have no idea if JJ's serving idea is gonna work out or what's gonna happen tomorrow. But you know at the end of the day you'll still have him, still have your friends, to help you figure it all out.

It's hard to open up about it all, but there's a part of you that knows it was the right thing to do with JJ. He's the greatest person you've ever met, and you wouldn't trade him for the world. And just like he said earlier, he's got you, and that's all that really matters.

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

For your ask game ~ 📖 🦉 🔞

Worth the Risk - Jack Delroy/Reader

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

Wordcount: 6317

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goddamn you Carmichael Haig.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Every single night.’

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

‘Quite the view, isn’t it?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What was that?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Is it working?’

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

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

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

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

‘Years.’

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

What a fucking gentleman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in: April 24, 2024 🎀

Wednesday started out so rough, I had a really bad stress breakdown from the pressure I was putting on myself for the exam I have today (Thursday), but luckily my dad was able to calm me down over the phone and my boyfriend motivated me and encouraged me. I don't feel as stressed out anymore, I know that I know the material and I'll do great! (it's a chemistry exam)

🩷 What I Accomplished:

studied chemistry for a good bit

completed 3 chemistry homework assignments

scheduled a make-up quiz for my psyc class

did the Total Body Pilates video from Blogilates

did the 11 minute Wake Up Yoga from Yoga with Adriene

did my morning skincare and journaling

actually, just did my entire morning routine and felt great about it

shipped off shorts I sold on depop

went to chemistry lecture to review for the exam

went to my virtual appointment with a registered dietitian and set some goals for the next 2 weeks

decided to join a step challenge with my health insurance company to win points (they have some cool things in their points shop, plus extra steps during the day is good for my health!)

washed my laundry

made a brain dump list for the remainder of the week

💞 Good Things That Happened:

I really like the dietitian I met with and have another appointment with her in 2 weeks

I really enjoyed using my new 40oz Simple Modern insulated tumbler cup

didn't let my stress breakdown make me go home, very proud of myself for sticking to my plans

went to sleep early

sold another item on depop!

I felt very reassured that I know the content that is going to be on my upcoming exam

the guy who makes sushi at my campus food court made sushi for me and held it until I went to get it so no one would buy it, i could've cried it was so nice of him

I drank coffee on campus and it didn't hurt my stomach for once!

💔 What Could've Gone Better:

need to put less pressure on myself

had some issues with food after my dietitian appointment (sometimes thinking too much about food can be triggering for me, tbh, but my goals are nutrient based which is helpful!!)

started crying before I went to bed because I was feeling oddly emotional (I think I'm starting my period soon)

had to turn down a work shift because I had too much school stuff and that appointment (I need the money so bad tho)

did not drink near enough water

need to be more patient and gentle with myself

also need to really figure out what's going on with my priorities, I keep struggling to do the things I say I'm going to do which is difficult for me to deal with sometimes

need to remember progress over perfection, 50% is always better then doing 0% of something

💗 Stuff For Thursday

clean my room

listen to a podcast episode

maybe do some more laundry

make a grocery list

clean my bathroom

therapy today over video call

reschedule a morning appointment

chemistry exam tonight

try to ship off the shirt I sold on depop

do some more planning and organizing for my life

that's all for now! Thursdays gonna be good. My exam is gonna go great! I have confidence in myself, and my knowledge and I know I've got this!

til next time lovelies 🩷

💕 Song of The Day: Baddie by IVE

Gotta remind myself of this sometimes <3