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jakegooglyeyes · 7 months ago

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Okay, where is my random encounter at the corner store leading to a first date at a small town diner where i get free fries and a obsessing boyfriend to share chocolate with? Huh, huh?

Holden, oh boy, my Holden. What a choice for a Valentine fic. But he fits so well, like, if lovesick was a person, it would be Holden, wouldn't it. It feels relatable too, especially the part about not being social. Like, you dislike socialization but you crave connection, so what are you supposed to do? It would be nice if Jake plays more character like this.

"He would not be able to get rid of you in his head"? Girl, you won't be able to get rid of him from now on 😭. To be fair, this is not a want, but a need.

HEART-SHAPED BOX — HOLDEN WORTHER 💝

summary: *intercom noises* valentine's day is the season of love, good prices on chocolate and sad puppy-eyed cashiers. thank you for shopping at retail rodeo.

warnings: reader is gender neutral! mention of death, food & eating, fluff. 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1785

gif credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

tag: @jakegooglyeyes ❣️

notes: i'm finally writing for holden!!! this fic was brought to you by my depression & my heart shaped palm pal plushie (and by @sizzlingcloudmentality, thank you for your help ily). happy valentine’s day! i’m sending you all so much love. ❤️🥀 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

The door opened before you and a bell announced your arrival. On your left, the security guard greeted you with a nod and a tired smile. On your right, you saw a young man with his nose in a book.

"We close in ten minutes." He mumbled.

You did not plan to linger in the store anyway, but you added speed to your steps. You scanned the store and let your feet take you towards the aisle with the biggest amount of obnoxious decorations.

Holden turned his head and saw you, the only customer in the store, heading straight to the Valentine's Day section.

You saw a poster of Cupid, pointing his arrow in direction of a sad looking display of flower bouquets. You assumed the best flowers were purchased earlier today, by tender lovers and guilt-ridden partners. You grabbed the bouquet that looked like it would last until the morning before wilting away.

Not without taking you in from eye to toe first, Holden focused on his book again. He flipped the worn-out corner of the page.

Your gaze lingered on one of the stuffed animals that were arranged in a row, desperate to be taken into a loving home. You bent over and picked up different candy bars instead. You made your way to the cash register, though you stopped by the last seasonal display first. You grabbed one of the heart-shaped boxes of chocolates before you dumped your loot on the checkout belt.

Holden and you watched as the items went on their merry, and very slow, way. He began with the bouquet of roses that he handled carefully. He continued, grabbing each candy bar, a loud beep resonated like a heartbeat every time he scanned one into the system. "You're eating all of this alone?"

You squinted your eyes, displeased by the judgment that emanated from this guy. Maybe his day was as rough as yours, but he did not need to make it worse...

"You'll get sick." He proved that your quick analysis, although understandable, of his judgment was misplaced. "That's a lot of chocolate." He repeated as he pressed a few buttons on the cash register. You did not catch sight of the total value of your purchases when it reduced significantly. Valentine's Day wasn't over yet, but Holden gave you the discount that started tomorrow.

You handed him the money, he gave you back the change.

"Someone around here got sick eating blackberries."

You put the money in your wallet, but you dropped a few coins when he spoke again.

"Then she died."

What a weird attempt at small talk, you thought to yourself. Or perhaps he started copying that girl who worked on the intercom. Every time you shopped at Retail Rodeo, she would make some strange announcement that felt both concerning and insulting.

"It's kind of poetic." Holden spoke while he put the sweets in a bag for you. He admired the bouquet for a moment before letting you grab your items.

"What is?"

The encouragement to share more of his thoughts made a faint grin appear on his face. "Love being the death of someone." Holden said, forcing the conversation to take on a more serious tone. "I'm a writer. I write poetry." He justified himself. You simply nodded. "The blackberries are just stupid. Should have washed them first."

You scoffed at the macabre joke.

Holden smiled again.

You walked away with your bag and bouquet in hand, the security guy wished you a happy Valentine's Day.

Holden went through the closing routine, ignoring the perplexed questions from the security guy who reminded him of all the trivial tasks he needed to do. Sweeping the floors, double checking the safe, writing things he bought off his paycheck... Holden hurried out the door before Corny threatened to let their boss know about his wrongdoings.

You plucked away at the petals of one of the roses as you continued to walk. You turned your back to the eerily empty parking lot, turning a corner to reach a different street.

"Wait," Holden let out, clearly not loud enough for you to hear. "Wait!" He insisted.

You heard footsteps behind you. Your first instinct was to start running until you recognized the voice. You turned around, noticing that Holden's backpack made a funny noise. Like it was empty, except for one or two objects that got thrashed around. "Did I forget something at the store?"

"No, huh..." He panted, he ran quite fast to get to you. His ankle started to hurt again, there was no way in Hell he'd ask Corny for a ride home. Holden preferred to keep his interactions with his coworkers to a minimum, especially with the guy who worked security. All Corny wanted to talk about was Bible study anyway.

You stopped walking altogether, waiting for Holden to explain why he chased after you this way. You doubted he could blame that on poetry.

Holden let his backpack slide down his arm so he could reach the zipper. Like a magician with a tricked hat, Holden pulled out a stuffed animal. One of the teddy bears you looked at earlier. "Here."

You grabbed the bear from his hands, smoothing out the fur of its face so it could see better.

"Now you have someone to share the chocolate with, so you won't get sick."

A genuine smile lit up your face, you appreciated the gesture. "You didn't have to."

Holden shrugged, fixing his backpack on his shoulder again. "Were you going somewhere?"

You explained you were headed home, you lived nearby.

He replied that his folks lived a couple of streets away from you.

You found it strange that you had never seen this young man before, considering that funny coincidence. You did not reject the company.

Holden walked by your side, though not in a straight line. He bumped into you a couple of times, it helped to dissipate the awkwardness with chuckles and apologies.

You told him your name, he told you his. You had figured it out, you could see his name tag peeking from under his unzipped hoodie. "It's nice to meet you, Holden."

He gave you another smile. You made him feel comfortable enough to ramble about a few things, mostly his favourite book that he was reading when you walked in the store. Holden described how he related to the main character and their mutual struggle with the hypocrisy of the world.

You listened intently, nodding and humming along. You could tell he was not used to having someone to talk to. Words came out of his mouth like the strong torrent of a river after a day of heavy rain.

Speaking of rain, drops started to stain Holden's hoodie. It was probably best to find shelter until the rainy clouds passed. You would not make it back to your respective houses in time.

You opted for the diner nearby. You clutched on tightly to the teddy bear as you ran with Holden struggling to catch up on you.

The two of you were greeted by the door bell ringing, announcing your entrance, and the middle aged waitress who told you to wait for a second so she could get you a nice table. Holden followed you to the the area the waitress prepared for you, by the large windows.

You heard the waitress use the term lovebirds when she left to fetch the menus, you did not feel the need to specify that Holden was a guy you had literally just met. The waitress insisted on bringing you a milkshake to share. The diner sold strawberry milkshakes for Valentine's Day, she informed you.

He watched you set the stuffed animal on the table while you waited for the food. Holden repeated a gesture you did earlier, fixing the fur of the teddy bear's face so it could see better.

You smiled, this was sweet.

Your fries arrived and both of you dug in hungrily. Holden's fingers brushed against yours, and giggles filled the silence when he pulled his hand away to let you eat first.

You exchanged another shy grin or two. You looked out the window, the rain had not calmed down yet. You did not mind too much. You did not mind it too much either when Holden's foot accidentally grazed against yours under the table.

Holden studied the features of your face. The way your gaze lightened when you noticed the rain was still pouring, as if you seemed glad to have an excuse to spend more time here with him. The way your shoulders relaxed and you ate with more appetite. The way you seemed to be feeling better now than when you walked into Retail Rodeo earlier. "You're like me," Holden realized. "You're not very social."

You shrugged. "I warm up eventually."

Holden nodded. "Eventually..." He repeated in a whisper. That set a goal, that gave him an unexpected purpose. He pulled his straw out of the milk shake and pushed on the cherry that was propped on top of the pile of whipped cream.

You chuckled. Maybe he wanted to share, or maybe it was a subtle manner to signal that he did not like cherries. Either way, you picked the cherry up and ate it.

"I want to know everything about you." Holden declared as you drank a sip of the milkshake. He had talked a lot more than you did, it was time to turn the tables.

You leaned your back against the cushion of the booth. You looked outside again, the rain had stopped.

Holden waited for an answer, not so patiently. He stared at you again as if he tried to read your thoughts before you spoke them out loud.

You opened your mouth, but the waitress showed up at the same time to grab the empty plate of fries. She gleefully informed you that your food was on the house. Lovebirds on a first date deserved a special treatment.

Holden's gaze grew more serious, he frowned slightly. He assumed you did not want to see him again.

"Someone told me I'd get sick if I ate all the sweets I bought today... And I have this big heart-shaped box of chocolates to share." You glanced at the stuffed animal for a second or two, then you locked eyes with Holden. "Don't worry, I'll eat the cherry ones."

Holden gave you his brightest smile. Someone wanted to spend more time with him, and a pretty person at that. The good days were rare to come by. He would not be able to get rid of you in his head. And he certainly would not forget about this special Valentine's Day.

#a reminder for me to go and watch the good girl #holden worther x reader #fics #fluff

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jakegooglyeyes · 7 months ago

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I'm unable to be normal about this 😭🫣

He forgot what the work mercy meant.

JESUS-

Dalton's rules

Elwood Dalton x reader

Annon requested something intense with our brand new boyfriend... well, here we go <3

A/N: In this fic he's still fighting professionally

Warnings: masturbation (f), dom!Dalton, Somnophilia, cum in underwear, degradation, edging, pussy slapping, choking, more slapping, creampie...

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The first rule was clear. Some days your boyfriend would get everyone screaming his name, except for you. Fight nights... how you hated them! Not only you had to wait anxiously for him to come out of that octagon alive, but he just refused to touch you afterwards.

He claimed it's for your own safety. He just gets too worked up during his fights... if he couldn't mesure his strength, if he ever lost control around you, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

You were fine with it, most days. Well, of course you felt like rewarding your champion, but that could wait... the stress you went through during the fight and the days of preparation got you too tired to complain about it.

Well, most days...

There was this specific occasion, a very important fight for his career. Dalton had been training for so long, you felt absolutely neglected. Being the supportive girlfriend you are, you didn't say anything, though... you knew how important you were for him, and if he heard you were feeling like that, he would feel like the worst person in the world. And not only you didn't want to hurt his feelings, you didn't want to distract him and cause him to break any bones.

All you could do was wait.

Honestly? It wasn't that bad. Dalton always made it up for you. The days after his fights, before he started preparing for the next one, were the BEST. He got so clingy. He wouldn't let you go anywhere without him. His scary fighter face would be hidden under the sweetest permanent smile and kind doe eyes he only had for you. He would use his fat paychecks to spoil you. Buy you new jewelry for every fight he wins. Take you for dinner anywhere in this planet. And God... fuck you against every surface he saw.

Maybe it's because you had those things in mind and got too eager... maybe it's because this specific time he went too long without touching you... you weren't sure about why, all you knew was that the night after he won the fight, you were absolutely unable to sleep.

The discomfort between your legs was unbearable. You kept tossing and turning in bed, and he was so exhausted, so deep asleep, that not even your restless state right beside him was enough to wake him up.

You sighed frustratedly, looking at his face. God, he was so beautiful you felt like crying. It didn't help the way he never wore anything but those black boxers to sleep.

He was so tired... maybe he wouldn't notice if you touched yourself...

Yeah, that's the second rule. You're not touching yourself without his permission.

But... he would understand, right? Only this time...

Your eyes were glued to his face as your hand slid inside your underwear.

You were dangerously close to him, his body pressed against yours...

It felt like you were committing a crime. Unfortunately, that only turned you on more.

You were so fucking wet you were afraid he would wake up from the sounds your pussy was making.

Well, he didn't fully wake up, but something in him did. You froze when you felt him move. Except that he didn't really move. What you felt was his cock hardening against your thigh.

You wanted to cry. He felt so deliciously hard... what a fucking waste, you needed him so badly... you rubbed your clit so hard, but that wasn't it...

You might have lost your mind just for a second. But the next thing you knew was that you were grinding against his erection like your life depended on it. At this point, all you wanted was for him to wake up and fucking take you.

He didn't wake up at once. As he gained consciousness, he was fully convinced that was all a dream. He remained on that half asleep/half awake land, without moving a muscle. And you kept grinding on his clothed cock so fucking good. So deliciously hard... leaking more and more and... oh shit.

His eyes shot open as his orgasm started to build.

"Shit! Y/N, what the fuck?!" He grunted, voice still so sleepy...

You didn't stop. He grabbed your arm harder than he would like to as he filled his underwear with cum. So much cum it leaked all over your ass as you kept rubbing it against him.

"Oh for fucks sake..." He pushed you away. Fucking pushed you away. He had NEVER done that. "Look at the fucking mess you've made..."

His harsh touch didn't hurt half as much as the loss of contact.

"Dalton... please..." You whined. "Didn't cum..."

"Yeah? Good." He grabbed your hand, forcing you to stop touching yourself. "What the fuck was that?"

"M'sorry..." You squeezed your thighs together. "Needed you too badly..."

"That's the worst behavior I have ever seen in my life." He took a deep breath. "And you couldn't have pissed me off at a worst time."

You had no words to defend yourself. It was true, you broke two rules at once.

"I am so fucking exhausted... and have wake up in the middle of the night to deal with a brat." He continued, his grip still burning on your arm.

"Baby... please... I'm so sorry..." You insisted, burying your face in his chest. Your hands went to his abs, tracing it slowly and he tensed up.

It was obviously not only difficult to you, those days without any touch. But he would rather suffer a bit than risk hurting you or losing the fight.

"Oh my sweet girl..." He cooed, hand stroking the back of your head. "You know I have to be harsh sometimes, yeah?"

You looked at his face again. His sweet expression kept you calm, but his words didn't.

"You understand that I have to punish you right now, don't you?" He asked nicely, like you had a choice. "That I do what I do because I need to keep you obedient..."

You nodded shyly.

"Good girl." He sighed. "Tell me, my princess... when you were touching yourself without my permission... you didn't cum, right?"

You shook your head quickly.

"Do you need to?" He asked and you nodded immediately. "Yeah? How bad? Use your words for me, darling."

"So bad, needed it for so long..." You explained, eyes filling with tears.

"Hey, hey, hey..." His hand went to your cheek, stroking it lightly. "You need cock so bad you're gonna cry, angel?"

You felt humiliated. All you did was look at him. He had a huge smirk on his face.

"That's fucking pathetic." He mocked. "Spread your legs for me."

When you did, he ripped your underwear like it was nothing, throwing it somewhere in the room. The way his eyes landed on your pussy made your stomach churn.

He knew you were ready, so he immediately shoved two fingers inside, bending them, rubbing your walls just so right...

Your eyes immediately rolled back. You were so close before he caught you, it surely wouldn't take you too long to get there now.

"Does this feel good, baby?" He asked, fingers never stopping. "Is that what you needed?"

You nodded eagerly, hips moving uncontrollably as you felt yourself getting there... you grabbed the sheets and closed your eyes, god, you were right there, growing and growing and growing in your belly...

"Too fucking bad, slut." He said, removing his fingers from you at once. His sweet tone was nowhere to be seen now.

Before you could start crying at the loss of contact, he gave your pussy a loud slap. You gasped. You were used to Dalton being rough, but not that rough.

"What did you expect?" He mocked you again. "That I would just solve your fucking problem? Do you think you deserve that?"

When you didn't answer, he slapped your pussy again. "Thought I asked you a fucking question."

"I don't deserve it!" You admitted. "But I did what I did because I was too desperate... because I need you too badly..."

"You just had to wait until the morning, you know that." He explained.

"Couldn't wait... I couldn't." You whined. "Slap me again, please?"

His eyes widened. "You're trying to come from your punishment? Do you have any idea the kind of trouble that would put you in?"

"No... not thinking, just need you..." You moaned, arms wrapping around his neck, bringing him close. "Come on, baby... don't you miss me?"

"Y/N..." He groaned. "Can't do this right now."

"Why?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Because I'm fucking mad at you." He shut his eyes, like he was trying to tell himself that. He needed to tell himself, because he was getting hard again.

"No, you're not mad at me for real." You insisted. "Come on..."

"Am I not mad for real?" He raised his eyebrows.

You bit your lip and shook your head.

"Do you think I'm in the mood for playing?" He asked, looking at the clock on the nightstand. "At 3am?"

"I'm sorry... I won't do it again..." You pouted.

He sighed, his eyes on your lips as he licked his. He rested his hand around your neck as a warning to stay still while he leaned to kiss you. You melted into the kiss, hips trying to grind against his leg. His hand tightened around your neck.

"Quiet." He said against your lips.

He pressed his body against yours and you could feel how extremely hard he was again already. You had never met a man with that stamina. Well, everyone knew there was no other man like him...

"Listen to me. Carefully." He said, pressing his erection harder to your core, making you roll your eyes in lust. "I'm gonna fuck you now and then I'm going back to sleep. And if you wake me up again, I'm not gonna even look in your direction for a week, do you understand?"

You nodded with a certain difficulty, considering how his hand squeezed your neck.

"Do. You. Understand?" He asked again.

"Yes, sir." You replied weakly.

"Smart little brat." He chuckled. "Turn around."

He stood up to remove his underwear and you laid on your belly as fast as possible.

The sharp slap that laid on your ass didn't surprise you the slightest, but you still moaned.

He pulled you closer like you were nothing and started stroking his cock. He knew you were more than ready, but his cock was still a bit sensitive from the harsh stimulation you kinda... forced him into. So he entered you slowly, inch by inch. You couldn't believe how good it felt.

"Fucking missed this pussy, baby, I'll admit that." He said, movements starting slow, but deep. "Just wanted it to be more romantic, you know? Take you somewhere nice... in a pretty dress I'd ruin later..."

"M'sorry..." you cried out. When he was that deep inside you, he could get you apologizing for things you didn't even do.

"Yeah, but my girl doesn't like romance, right?" He grabbed your waist and started going harder. "She likes being treated like a fucking slut. A very fucking ungrateful one."

"S'not true..." You moaned.

"Oh am I crazy, baby?" He gave you another slap. "You wanna keep disrespecting me? Knowing you, you might get sick from the lack of attention..."

"I would!" You replied, desperately. "Could fucking die..."

"Dramatic fucking whore." He chuckled. "Listen to me now. Very serious."

You tried your best to concentrate. It helped that his hips stopped moving.

"You're gonna tell me to stop immediately if I hurt you, won't you?" He asked, in the most serious tone you've heard from him.

"Yes." You couldn't contain the excitement that phrase ignited in you. Should you be scared?

"I mean it. You won't get punished and I'll let you cum if you still want to. But you have to be honest, baby, I... I couldn't live with myself." He insisted.

"I promise, baby." You assured him. "You won't hurt me, I can take it."

"Yeah?" He chuckled again. "Well, you fucking asked for it."

After making sure you were as comfortable as you could get in your position, he forgot what the word mercy meant.

His thrusts fast and deep, his sounds animalistic. Hands on your hips leaving bruises... and if you could speak, you'd thank him for it. It was more than you expected... more than he ever gave you. But it sure was what you needed... and it didn't take too long for that familiar feeling, the one you had been craving all night, fuck, all week, start to build.

"DALTON, PLEASE!" You started by begging already, because you weren't in position to do anything without his permission, no matter how much you needed it. "PLEASE, I'M SO CLOSE..."

"Fuck, me too..." He said, never stopping his hard thrusts. "Come for me, pretty girl... hurry up..."

The relief your body felt as soon as it got his permission allowed your orgasm to build and build and explode harder than you could take it... all you could do was scream his name among incoherent words.

He followed right after you, filling you up so deeply...

As soon as he was finished, he wrapped his arms around you and laid down, holding you close.

"Are you okay, angel?" He kissed every inch of your skin he could reach.

"Fuck, I am now..." you sighed and both of you laughed a little.

"I'm sorry, baby..." His sweet tone was back incredibly quick.

"You didn't hurt me, I promise." You assured him.

"Good... But I'm not apologizing for this... I'm sorry that I neglected you for so long." He caressed your face gently. "You're so much more important to me than all that bullshit. I just..."

"I know." You cut him, offering him a reassuring smile. The look in your eyes meant all the words you couldn't say. Specially not at that moment.

"You do, don't you?" He sighed relieved. You were his ride or die. And he couldn't imagine what he would do without you. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"Well..." You shrugged playfully. "Guess that means it's all forgiven."

"All forgiven." He chuckled, bringing you closer to him.

#elwood dalton x reader #fics #smut

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