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kookiesbuckethat · 2 years ago

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he makes you insecure

Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.5k

taglist: @awinkies @wedarkacademia @yiyi4657 @astralandcosmos @scuzmunkie @mooonlitstars @manchuria @joondiary @ygimsgw @royallyjjk @yoongititss @mwitsmejk @kitty-kair @blissedjoon @vrittivsanghavi @kimahnjung98

tw: unhealthy eating habits, bad body image

nothing too detailed but just bc this can be a very sensitive topic to some!! that being said, im not trying to romanticize unhealthy eating habits or anything like that. as someone who has struggled with these things, fics like these hit a little close to home. but that’s what makes them all the more comforting to me and i hope this fic will have the same effect for anyone that also may also relate. plz be kind to yourself and your body, it’s beautiful and does so much for u!! lots of love, take care 💜💜

Coming off the stage, the soreness of Yoongi’s shoulder becomes harder to ignore as the high of finishing yet another successful concert starts to wear off. After the long hours of practice and leaving it all on the stage, it all seems to catch up to him all at once as he keeps his head down to hide his grimace.

As soon as Yoongi steps foot backstage, he’s immediately knocked back a few steps as you run into his chest. “You were amazing!” you breathe out as you wrap your arms around his neck, engulfing him in a warm hug. Wrapping his good arm around your waist and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, Yoongi grits his teeth and breathes in your comforting scent to help him bear the pain.

Handing him a water bottle, you gently brush his sweaty hair away from his forehead as he gulps down the cool liquid. “You work so hard,” you tell him with a gentle smile, “I’m so proud of you.” For a while, the pain in Yoongi’s shoulder is pushed to the back of his mind in your presence. He practically purrs as you gently play with his hair, closing his eyes and subconsciously leaning into your hand.

Basking in your attention, Yoongi’s moment of peace is interrupted when the maknaes come running over, wanting your praise as well. Your attention is stolen away from Yoongi as you turn to the maknaes, showering them with compliments and giving all of them pats on the head. No longer having your touch to distract him from the pain, Yoongi brings a hand to his shoulder and rubs at it while nobody’s looking.

When you all arrive back at the hotel, you decide to get started on dinner while they go on V-live to talk to ARMY. Just as you set the last plate on the table, they all burst into your and Yoongi’s hotel room. “Mmmh!” Jungkook exclaims, “It smells good!” You giggle as his nose guides him to the food, his eyes going wide when they land on the table.

Taking a seat, Hoseok looks up at you in amazement, “Wah, it looks so delicious!” Laughing as you wave off all their compliments, you suddenly feel an arm wrap around you as Yoongi comes up behind you, giving you a slight squeeze in thanks before sitting down next to you. Thanking you one last time, they all dig in, moans of satisfaction filling the room.

When everyone finishes up, you refuse all their help to wash the dishes. “You all worked so hard today, the least I could do is wash the dishes!” you insist. “But you already cooked-” Seokjin starts to argue but you interrupt him. “No buts! Out of the kitchen! You guys need to rest,” you stand your ground, pushing him out of the kitchen and towards the door.

Sighing in defeat, they thank you one last time before wishing you goodnight and heading back to their rooms. Closing the door behind them, you walk back into the kitchen only to find Yoongi by the sink. “And what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, an accusatory tone in your voice as you place your hands on your hips and frown at him. “Washing the dishes?” he answers as he reaches for the gloves.

You grab the gloves before Yoongi can, defensively holding them behind your back and out of his reach. “When I said you guys need to rest, that included you too,” you tell him, a slight pout to your lips and a small furrow in your brow that he found absolutely adorable. Knowing better than to argue with your stubborn nature, Yoongi raises his hands in defeat as he backs away from the sink.

Letting out a small “Hmph,” as you put the gloves on, you turn your back to him as you start washing the dishes. But you freeze when you feel his lips press a kiss to your temple. Yoongi’s not the most affectionate guy as he prefers to show his love in other, quieter ways, so moments like these always catch you off guard.

“Cute,” he breathes out as he chuckles at your blushing cheeks and ears. “Hurry up and go shower already,” you mumble, willing your face and ears to stop burning. With a grin on his face, Yoongi finally leaves you to wash the dishes. Listening to his retreating footsteps, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. No matter how long you’ve been together, Yoongi always manages to surprise you and make your heart flutter.

Flicking on the lights, Yoongi steps into the hotel bathroom, closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath, he takes a moment to brace himself before attempting to undress. Letting out a hiss of pain as he raises his arm, a few curses escape Yoongi’s lips as he pulls his shirt over his head. Dropping it onto the floor, he lets out a breath of relief. The hardest part was over.

Discarding the rest of his clothes, Yoongi steps into the shower. He rolls his shoulder as the hot water streams down his body, relaxing all his muscles. He realizes that without your comforting presence, the pain in his shoulder is more apparent than ever, and he can only hope you finish doing the dishes soon so you can hold him in your arms.

Your heart has calmed down by the time you dry the last plate, placing it back in the cupboards before hanging the towel back in its place. You enter the bedroom just as Yoongi exits the bathroom, lazily rubbing at his hair with a towel. You silently reach out to him, asking him for the towel. Placing it in your hand, his head drops forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder as you gently dry his hair.

Nearly falling asleep with how exhausted and relaxed he is, he lets out a whine and wraps his good arm around your waist when you start to pull away. “Yoongi,” you giggle when he pulls you flush against him, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He was being more affectionate than usual today, not that you were complaining, but you had to shower.

“What’s with you today?” you ask curiously as you pull away enough to look at his face. A groan is the only answer you get, pulling a breathy laugh out of you. “I have to shower Yoongi,” you tell him as he reluctantly lets you go, “I’ll only be a few minutes.” Walking over to the bed, Yoongi closes his eyes as he lays down, counting the seconds until you return to him.

Coming out of the bathroom freshly showered, you spot Yoongi laying on the bed with an arm thrown over his eyes. A mischievous smile forms on your face as you quietly creep up to his side of the bed. Jumping onto his unsuspecting form, you giggle as you hear Yoongi let out an “oof,” at the impact. “You’re so heavy,” he groans, weakly trying to shove you off with one arm.

Your smile falters for a second at his comment, but you’re quick to brush it off. Yoongi’s always been a complainer, and you take his seemingly half-hearted attempt at pushing you off as a sign that he doesn’t really mean it. You laugh as you lay your head on his shoulder, wanting to indulge in the affectionate mood he seems to be in today.

“Seriously, get off. You’re crushing me,” he says coldly, all the playfulness gone from his voice. It feels like you’re hit with a bucket of cold water, scrambling to get off of Yoongi as if his touch burned you. His eyes are shut tight as his face turns into a grimace, quickly turning away so you can’t see his pained expression. But he also misses the way your face crumples, tears quickly welling in your eyes.

You stare at him, wide-eyed as he leans on one elbow, turned away from you so all you can see is his back. You couldn’t see his face, but you could imagine the angry expression he must be wearing if he can’t even look at you. Yoongi was never the type to yell, so you know you must have really messed up to reach the end of Yoongi’s usually never-ending patience.

In reality, Yoongi is holding his shoulder with one hand, biting back a curse because of the shooting pain in his shoulder. He isn’t mad at you, he could never be. And he would never say such a thing so carelessly, he wasn’t even fully aware of what he said because, in the moment, the only thing he could focus on was the pain in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know-” you cut yourself off, not wanting to even finish the sentence. I didn’t know I was that heavy. You were comfortable in your own skin, especially because Yoongi never failed to make you feel loved. But body image is a fragile thing that can be broken just like that if you’re not careful with your words.

Suddenly feeling sick, you clamber off the bed and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you can’t stop the tears that start falling from your eyes as you suddenly see a million things you don’t like about the reflection in the mirror.

When the pain finally starts to subside, Yoongi rolls back onto his back, letting out a breath of relief. He patiently waits for you to return to him, snapping in and out of consciousness as he tries his best to stay awake and wait for you.

Splashing your face with cold water and taking a few breaths to calm yourself down, you do your best to avoid looking in the mirror as you make your way out of the washroom. When you climb back into bed, Yoongi already has his arms open, waiting for you to snuggle into his chest like you always do. But this time, you don’t. You lay about an arm’s distance away-which is much too far for Yoongi’s liking-with your knees pulled to your chest.

Yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion at your strange behaviour and he can’t shake the feeling deep in his gut that something is wrong. But he’s exhausted from the concert and knowing that he has another one to perform the next day, Yoongi decides to leave you be for now, not because he doesn’t care enough but because that’s simply his nature. He never makes you feel rushed or pressured with his infinite patience, always willing to wait as long as you need.

As the days go on and the concerts continue, it’s become routine for everyone to crash at your room for dinner, not that you minded. They never failed to make sure you knew how much they love and appreciate your cooking, and watching them enjoy your food just warms your heart.

Yoongi takes his usual seat next to you at the dining table, grabbing some food and cutting it up for you before placing it in your bowl. It was his was one of his silent forms of love to make sure you’re eating well. But your appetite has been lost ever since Yoongi made that comment about your weight, and suddenly the food doesn’t look that good to you anymore.

Yoongi’s hurt and a little offended when you take the pieces of meat he cut up for you and place them into Jungkook’s bowl. But he’s more concerned about how much of it you’re actually eating compared to how much you’re giving to Jungkook. Yoongi’s very attentive to you and your needs and he has a pretty good idea of how much you usually eat, but you haven’t even eaten half of what you usually do.

Yoongi watches you out of the corner of his eye as you place your chopsticks down, signifying that you were done eating even though there was still food left in your bowl. “Not hungry?” he mumbles as he raises his eyebrows in question. You shake your head as you give him a small smile. “I was snaking while making dinner,” you lie smoothly, chucking sheepishly to make the act convincing.

But your answer doesn’t ease Yoongi as much as it should because he can feel that something is off. Not wanting to press in front of everyone, he accepts your answer for now but he takes note of how the amount of food you eat becomes less and less.

Arriving at the hotel after the final concert, you all head up to your room as usual where the guys will crash in the living room while you head into the kitchen to start cooking. But you’re pleasantly surprised to find the table already filled with food-you’re favourite food-when you walk in through the door. “You’ve worked hard too and we wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for us,” Namjoon explains.

“You guys didn’t have to,” you tell them, touched by their actions. “But we wanted to!” Hoseok insists. “Now come on,” Seokjin says as guides you to the table, pulling out a chair and gently pushing down on your shoulders to make you sit down, “Let’s eat. Yoongi got all your favourites.”

Jungkook and Jimin run to get the kitchen to grab plates and utensils while the rest open all the food on the table. You excitedly kick your legs under the table, your eyes practically sparkling as you excitedly look at all the food. Pulling out the chair next to you, a small smile appears on Yoongi’s face as he watches you fondly.

But his expression melts into one of confusion when your face suddenly seems to fall and all your excitement comes to a halt. “Is something wrong?” he asks gently as he accepts a bowl from Jungkook and places it in front of you. Your head snaps up to meet his eyes, not realizing that he was watching you. “Oh, no, everything’s great! Thank you for this!” you shake his worries off, plastering a smile on your face.

The food smelled and looked so delicious and you were just so excited to eat all of it. But then you remembered that you were trying to lose some weight and you couldn’t eat as much as you wanted to. And of course, Yoongi noticed that one moment you let your expression fall.

You begin to sweat under Yoongi’s intense stare, feeling like he can read you like an open book. But then he’s suddenly looking away, reaching for your favourite foods and placing them in your bowl. “Eat, you must be hungry,” he says simply. Picking up your chopsticks, you bring a piece up to your mouth, chewing slowly and making sure to savour each bite as a lone tear escapes your eye, but you’re quick to wipe it away before anyone can see.

“I’m so full,” Hoseok says as he leans back in his chair, patting his stomach. “Me too, Hyung,” Jimin agrees, pushing his bowl away because he can’t eat anymore. Jungkook happily takes Jimin’s bowl and finishes what he couldn’t, making sure no food goes to waste. You all watch fondly as the maknae eats to his heart’s content, making an angry face because of how good the food is. There’s nothing more satisfying than seeing your loved ones eating well.

“We better start packing, we have an early flight tomorrow,” Seokjin says as he stands from his chair, starting to gather all the plates and bowls. “Don’t worry about that,” you say as you stand from your chair as well, holding your hand out to take the plates from Seokjin, “You guys go pack, I’ll clean the dishes.”

But he holds the plates up and out of your reach as he shakes his head at you, “You’ve done the dishes every time, let us do it for once.” You’re about to protest when Hoseok takes the dishes from Seokjin and heads for the kitchen, “It’ll be done faster if we all help anyway.” Pouting in defeat, you’re about to follow them into the kitchen when Yoongi gently grabs your hand and pulls you away into the living room.

Wordlessly, he lays on the couch before pulling you down to lie on his chest. Panic washes over you as you try to keep your weight off of him but your arms start to grow tired so you attempt to get off of him. But this only causes Yoongi to wrap his arms around you tighter, pulling you close until there’s not a centimetre of space left between you two. “Relax,” he tells you, gently stroking your back to try and help you calm down.

Reluctantly laying your head on his chest, your heartbeat slows as your heart starts to beat in sync with Yoongi’s calm one. You listen to his heartbeat in one ear and the chaos going on in the kitchen with the other. You can hear Seokjin and Hoseok yelling as the maknaes laugh, no doubt starting a water fight while washing the dishes. “Come on! How old are you?” you can’t help but giggle when you hear Namjoon whine. When they finally finish, they let you know the dishes are done and that they’re leaving, wishing you two goodnight before you hear the door shut.

You and Yoongi lay in peaceful silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence after such a busy time. Suddenly, Yoongi’s deep voice rumbles through his chest. “You’ve gotten lighter,” he simply observes, giving you an opening to let out whatever’s on your mind, but only if you want to. It’s a simple but caring gesture and before you know it, your eyes are brimming with tears.

Hiding your face in his chest, you let your tears fall and soak into his shirt as he simply holds you. “I just wanted to lose some weight,” you admit, voice watery. You hadn’t realized how much it was taking a toll on you until it all became too much for you to hold in. “Why would you want to do that?” he asks gently, not in a way of judgment, but simply wanting to understand you.

You shrug your shoulders at his question, “You said I was heavy.” Yoongi’s heart clenches at how small you sound and he curses himself for being so careless with his words. You were his light on his darkest days, his safe space, and just your comforting touch could wash all his pains away. You were his everything, and Yoongi will never forgive himself for making you feel like anything less, for letting you forget just how much he loves you; all of you.

He tightens his hold around you, hoping the action will help you understand just how precious you are to him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair, “I never meant it like that and I shouldn’t have been so insensitive.” You shake your head at his apology as you snuggle further into him to communicate your forgiveness. Yoongi was the softest and gentlest person you’ve ever met. He’s never once raised his voice at you and you know he would never say anything with malicious intent.

“Don’t go on a diet. I don’t want a single gram of you leaving this Earth,” he says gently. “So cheesy,” you mumble into his chest. “Whatever,” he grumbles as he sits up to hide his burning cheeks, “Come on, I was able to grab some of your favourites before Jungkook could eat them.”

And you can’t say no as he secures his hands underneath you before standing up and carrying you to the kitchen where he places you on the counter. A fond smile forms on your face as you watch Yoongi move around the kitchen, silently heating up and plating your food with care. He may not be a man of many words, but you’ve always believed that actions speak louder than words and Yoongi’s actions spoke volumes.

You’re so enamoured by him that you only snap out of your trance when Yoongi comes to stand between your legs, his large, warm hands gently rubbing up and down the tops of your thighs. When Yoongi sees that you’re back with him, he picks up a piece of food with some chopsticks, holding his hand underneath as he lightly blows on it.

You accept the piece he holds out for you, letting out a sound of contentment and happily kicking your legs as you finally allow yourself to really enjoy it. Yoongi’s heart is full as you happily eat every bite he holds out for you until the bowl is empty. “I’m so full,” you breathe out as he places the bowl down. “Good,” he says as he once again wraps your legs around his waist and lifts you off the counter, “The best time to go to sleep is when you’re full.”

Carried back to the bedroom by Yoongi, you quickly fall asleep with your heart and stomach full, and Yoongi’s arms full of you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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onebourbon-oneshot-onetear · 16 days ago

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Familiar- Eric Northman x witch!y/n

Just a small Eric x y/n oneshot that I couldn't get out of my mind as I'm watching True Blood for the first time. Hopefully more to come as I finish watching it...

My hand had started cramping with the effort of the continuous stirring of my cauldron. My most recent calming potion was in a particularly tricky phase and I certainly didn’t want to have to start over. The shimmering fumes coming off of the cauldron spiraled around my head and the condensation beaded against my eyelashes. Between the floral smell of the potion, the flickering candle light, and the summer heat, my head started to feel heavy and I literally had to fight with my eyelids to keep me awake so I could continue stirring.

Once the stirring pattern was complete, I lowered the gas on the stove and ran a hand over my burning eyes. The potion had to simmer for a few minutes before the next steps and I desperately needed to sit down.

Before I could even take a step the hairs prickled on my neck as I felt eyes on me. This wasn’t like the spirits I often felt around the area, these were actual, physical eyes. I stilled, closing my eyes and sensing around me before opening them a moment later, my body immediately relaxing as I recognized the scent wafting through my back door. “It’s rude to linger in doorways, Eric,” I said, turning around to stare at the tall Viking leaning against the open door.

He smirked, sending my heart into flutters. Any idiot could see that Eric Northman was a good looking man. Gorgeous even. As a human and a vampire, especially when the paleness brought out the blue of his already striking eyes. Usually witches and vamps stayed away from each other. But the area around Bon Temps was only so big and the supernatural circles were pretty small.

“I’m not lingering. I’m just waiting to be invited in,” he said, running his hands along the door jamb.

I chuckled, turning around to fill up my kettle. “You know you don’t need to be invited in, Eric.” The vampire had been coming over weekly for a few months now. The first time I had invited him in was when we were both dealing with the typical drama around Bon Temps and he thought I needed protection. After that, he started showing up on random nights. He was like a stray cat, coming and going as he pleased.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to think I was being rude,” He said, strolling in through my back door and pulling one of the kitchen chairs out. He sat on it backwards, his hands draped over the back of the chair and his head resting on his arms, watching me as I mill about the kitchen making tea.

“You? Nobody could ever mistake you as rude,” I said, pulling down my favorite mug from the cabinet. He chuckled but didn’t answer. I looked back and was met with the familiar sight of him sitting in my chair, watching me. It had become quite a habit of his it seemed. Most nights he didn’t say anything, and I sat in his comfortable silence, working on whatever project was keeping my hands busy.

I poured my tea and pulled out a kitchen chair, sitting across from Eric. We didn’t say anything for a few minutes. I just sat and watched him as he looked around my kitchen. I followed his gaze, getting lost in my little kitchen. It wasn’t much. I had found a small farmhouse for sale that was over 100 years old. With how long I had been alive, money wasn’t much of a problem. I fixed up the house with a few modern touches but it wasn’t anything crazy. I had kept the kitchen large but simple. Green cabinets with wooden counter tops, little trinkets, cook and spell books, brass pots and pans. And of course the dozens of bulks of drying herbs, cauldrons of various sizes, and candles on every available surface. Despite modern times, I had always preferred candle light over artificial.

Keeping my kitchen stocked was always important for my business. I had become Bon Temps resident healer. The people were skeptical at first, and most probably didn’t realize I was an actual witch. The potions and charms I made and sold could be considered healers work - natural remedies to most common ailments. I knew my clientele and didn’t charge an arm and a leg for medicines. This kept orders from the townfolk very steady, along with a steady income. i had always taken great pride in my work and craft, and with the sprawling gardens I had to upkeep for my ingredients.

My wandering eyes went back to the vampire in my kitchen, and I was a little startled when the shocking blue eyes were already looking at mine. I slowly smiled before sipping my tea. Eric mirrored my smile and the sight almost took my breath away and made my chest flutter again.

“Can I ask you something?” I murmured around the lip of the mug. Eric nodded, the smile still on his face. “Why do you keep coming here?”

The smile left his face and something was in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. “Do you not like me coming here?”

“No, I do,” I said, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. “I just don’t understand,” I trailed off. Quite frankly, I loved the quiet nights featuring Eric’s company and I was often disappointed on the nights he didn't come by. I was always shown a softer side of him that I felt most people very rarely got a chance to see.

He looked around the room, almost like he was unsure before settling his eyes back on me. “You’re familiar.” He didn’t say anything when I raised my eyebrows questioningly at him. It was another minute before he spoke. “The smell of your kitchen, the herbs, the candlelight, it reminds me of home. Of my human life.” I had no idea what to say to that. I kept staring at him and he did the same.

“Oh,” I mumbled. I didn’t even know what to say. The thought of bringing him that sense of comfort was…well, I didn’t even know what word to use to describe the warmth that settled in my chest.

“You, calm me. Honestly in ways I didn’t know I could be anymore,” he continued. He stared into the fire and seemed to get lost in thought.

We sat in silence for about ten more minutes, both of us lost in thought. “Do you ever miss the cold?” I blurted out.

“What?” He asked. He didn’t seem annoyed, just genuinely curious.

“The cold. I grew up in the north and I miss genuine winters so much. It’s always so hot here all the time. It never snows, their version of cold is like, 70 degrees, and I have boxes of sweaters just going to waste.” As I rambled, the smile on Eric’s face got bigger and bigger until it stretched his face. “What?” I laughed.

“I do miss the cold. Very much,” he finally said, shaking his head. I chuckled, and took another sip of my tea.

“Eric, you know I don’t mind you coming over. You’re always welcome here.” I said standing up and putting my hand on his shoulder.

He stared at me before grabbing my hand and lightly kissing the back of it. “Thank you, Y/N.”

I could feel the blush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. Eric’s eyes followed the trail of color and he smiled again. I had to look away from his piercing eyes before I melted on the spot. My eyes caught my cauldron on the stove and I jumped.

“My potion!” I said rushing over to the stove and adding the few ingredients I needed. I don’t know how long I worked on it, before I remembered Eric’s presence. I looked back, and he was in the same spot, staring at me with an incredibly soft look on his face. I smiled, and turned back to the stove, not minding the Vikings presence in my kitchen. And hoping that his visits became a more regular occurrence.

#True blood #Eric northman #Eric Northman x reader #Eric Northman x Y/N #alexander skarsgard #Oneshot #reader insert #vampire

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uceyliyahh · 2 months ago

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UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3585

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

TAGS ⬇️ lmk if you wanna be tag 🏷️

@paigereeder @pinkwithhearts @jstarr86 @biancasreign @angiedawn02 @fearlesschimera @empressdede

TIANA It was eleven in the morning as I had woken up from my slumber, stretching my body and arms while yawing and seeing Jey still sleeping peacefully; I hope he had forgotten about beating Kai's ass today because, honestly, I didn't want him to do it. After all, Kai is just a waste of time.

I played with Jey's messy hair, causing him to shift in his sleep. I giggled while getting up to cook some breakfast for us before heading into the shower.

I threw on some comfortable clothes while going downstairs to the kitchen. Meanwhile, I saw Bianca sitting on the couch watching TV as her eyes darted towards my direction.

"Hey girl I didn't know you were here." Bianca said.

"Yeah, I was here yesterday," I said, grabbing the boxes of eggs from the refrigerator.

"What you finna make? Wait, is Joshua here?"

I nodded my head, yes, as a smirk appeared on her face. I just rolled my eyes at her—she was so dirty-minded—until she spoke, "Any tea?"

I turned my head around and looked at her. " Yeah, girl, it's a lot of tea." Once I had said that, she sat up quickly, ready for me to spill.

✧.* After cooking breakfast, I was spilling the tea to Bianca about Kai and Kehlani and how Jey wants to beat his ass today for putting his hands on me.

She rooted for him to do so because she'd been tired of Kai ever since he and I started dating each other for about two or three years.

"Girrrrrl, you need to let him do it, " she encouraged me as I stuff my face with food.

"I mean, I said I wasn't stopping him from doing it; that's his choice, not mine," I said as Bianca and I heard footsteps coming down the steps.

We both turned around, only to see Jey walking in the kitchen, getting something from the refrigerator. His eyes darted in my direction.

"Good morning, brother-in-law," Bianca said as I looked at her with a shocked expression.

He chuckled at her comment, "Hey, B." He came towards my direction as I stood up wiping my mouth with a napkin, he hugged me while I stood up on my tippy toes hugging him back as I gave him a kiss on the lips.

"Good morning, mamas. It smells good in here, " he said while grabbing a piece of avocado toast.

"Yeah, I decided to make some breakfast before I go open shop for today." I heard him sigh deeply.

"Do you gotta open shop today?" He whined softly as i chuckle at him.

"Yes, boy, you know my clients want their nails done. I mean, what did you have in mind?"

"I mean, I wanted to spend time with my shawty today." He said, flirting with me.

I smiled at him while playing with his messy mullet, "We can if you want to watch me work." He shrugged his shoulders, agreeing to it.

"As long as I'm spending time with'chu for the day I'll be ight mama."

'That nickname just rolls off his tongue like magic.'

"Also.... are Jon and Trin still in town?" I asked.

"Yeah, I mean, we can go hang out at my crib if you all want to, of course." Bianca and I looked at each other and then back at Jey, nodding our heads in agreement.

"Ight then, are you comin' in the shower with me or what?" Jey asked.

He didn't have to tell me twice as I followed him upstairs to take a shower with him.

✧.* JEY I was at Tiana's nail shop with her today. Since I'm off work and the tattoo shop is closed today, I just decided to spend time with my lady and see her do her work.

She looked so focused and polite with her clients. Even when they caught glances at me, her face would turn up instantly filled with Jealousy, but she knew to pay attention to these women who came and went.

I haven't forgotten about her ex-boyfriend either. I'm still standing on what I was doing to beat his ass when I see them because he doesn't got any right to be putting his hands on Tiana like that.

Twin📌: what's up Uce? Jey: y'all busy later on Uce? Twin📌: nah, why? Jey: I was thinking maybe we should hangout today at my Crib you know chill n shi Twin📌: I mean I'm down fasho, just don't be loud when you and Tiana fucking uce. Jey📌: mane that's my house last time I check 😭 Twin📌: ight my fault my fault.

Unknown number sent 2+ messages.

'Who the fuck is this?'

Unknown Number: Jeyyy babyyy I miss you please I'm sorry about what happened. Jey: Kehlani please gtfo ion' got time to be dealing with yo' delusional ass. Unknown Number: Nigga yk what fuck you, honestly is her pussy that good? Better than mines?

'This gotta be a fucking joke right?'

'Is she serious right now?'

Jey: that's none of your concern Lani, leave me tf alone dawg. Unknown Number: fuck you, you know she isn't better than me. Jey: she really is but ok😐

I blocked her ass while sighing I'm glad I broke up with her ass she was just a hoe anyways, I've seen Tiana scrolling through her phone as I walked up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist causing her to jump a little bit.

She hit me on the arm, making me wince from her little hits as I scooped her up by her thighs, kissing her face.

"You on break mamas?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think after these three clients, I'll be done for today. Have you talked to your brother?" Tiana said.

"Yeah, they're going to be there today, so bring your bathing suit." She smiled at me as I put her down, seeing someone pull into the parking lot while I went back to what I was doing.

✧.* We were at my crib chilling, smoking weed enjoying the weather as I was in the house talking to the guys about the whole situation with ol' boy.

They could understand where I am coming from because when I was with Kehlani ass she was fucking around with some dude that I had to beat his ass for being disrespectful but Kehlani didn't really seem to care about what she did.

She still went back to the dude after I whooped his ass just made me feel heavy.

"aye, uce you gotta do what you got to do, even if Tiana tells you no it's a waste of your time who knows when he'll show up and just do it again." Montez said.

"That's what I've been saying uce." I said.

"After all, we got your back if something pops off." Jimmy said.

I wish something would pop off at my crib because anybody will get fucked up honestly, I've seen Tiana talking with girls as she coming back inside to probably get another blunt.

She looked so good in her bathing suit but I knew I had to keep my composure since we had guest I ain't wanna beat her shit in while they're here so I'll wait.

But I've seen her facial expression changed when she looked at her phone, she looked at me then back at her phone me feeling concerned I went up to see to see what was up.

"Mama, what's wrong?" I asked.

She showed me her phone with messages between her and her ex-boyfriend when I read the messages I just smirked while chuckling darkly.

'This dude don't quit does he?'

"He wanna pull up? Tell em he can pull up." I said.

"Josh ion'—— tell him he can pull up Tiana. I want all the smoke with ol' boy since he wanna play. Let's give him a show." I cut her off mid-sentence before she could say something.

She nodded her head lightly as she went back outside to the pool with the girls, as I did the same with the guys.

"What happened uce?" Jimmy asked.

"Her ex wanna pull up to 'beat' my ass, so I just told her to tell him to pull up. I wanna give him a show, yall got my back if shit hits the fan, right?" I replied. They all nodded their heads yes.

We kept passing the blunts back and forth to each other, waiting on this dude to come pull up because I've been waiting all day to beat his ass. I'll do him worst than I did the last time.

We saw a light coming through the window. When I noticed a car pulling up in my driveway, I just knew it was the ol' boy, so I signaled the guys to meet me outside.

I stood outside with my arms folded over my chest, seeing him coming out of the car with his boys, knowing that this would be a long night.

"Where's Tiana at?" Malakai asked.

"Why yo' ass worried about my girl?" I questioned him while maintaining my distance.

He chuckled a bit while putting his hands on his hips, staring at me, "Man, stop playin' bring her ass here."

'He's more delusional than I thought.'

'He's worse than Kehlani'

I called for Tiana to come here, and my voice was raspy and deep enough for her to hear me from the back. She came out front, confused as to why I called for her, and she turned her head, looking towards her ex-boyfriend.

My hand sneaked around her waist, pulling her closer to me as she held onto me.

"Kai, I think you should go home like fr." Tiana said as he scoffed at her.

"Nah, Tiana fuck that you think this bum can beat my ass? Please, I got help." He said.

"Me too, yo' ass ain't the only one with help, and again, if I were a bum, I would've been dressin' like yo' ass come up with something new." I said.

I looked over at Tiana, who stared at me with her deer-eyed eyes. I kissed her on the lips.

"Kai, I'm wondering why you want to embarrass yourself when you know you and your friends will get messed up, so go home, dude." She said, holding onto me tightly.

"You're coming with me, Tink. C'mon." She didn't move an inch as she continued to hold onto me. He looked back, seeing her not coming.

He looked pissed as he began to walk up on us, causing me to bring Tiana behind me, pushing ol' boy back, causing him to stumble.

"Go in the house, baby," I told Tiana as she went back inside with the girls.

Him and his boys began to run up on us as we began fighting each other, I was handling ol' boy ass punching him in his mouth causing him to fall down on the ground.

I got on top of him, bashing his head against the concrete while punching him in his shit. Meanwhile, Jon and Montez were body-slamming the other two on the ground.

"Yo,' ass wanna keep playin' with me, right? putting yo' hands on women? Let's give yo' ass a show, huh?" I spoke with aggression as I grabbed him by the hair, throwing him onto his car breaking his windshield.

I heard him groan in pain while holding his back like I gave a damn. His ass wanna keep playin' with me, and my girl ion' play that shit.

He tried to get back up to swing on me but missed as I sucker-punched him in his jaw as he fell back on the floor, seeing blood coming from his face.

"Next time you wanna threaten my girl, it's goin' to be worst for yo' ass." I said as I backed away from him.

Seeing him and his friends fucked up as they got back inside his car, "TIANA IMMA FUCK YO' ASS UP WHEN YOU AINT PAYIN ATTENTION!" I heard him making threats, making me run to his car, but Jon held me back.

"C'mon uce, he'll get what's comin' to him again let's go back inside the house and check on girls." Jimmy said as I nodded my head.

We went back inside the house, and seeing Tiana and the girls sitting on top of the couch, Tiana came up towards me, hugging me as I kissed her on top of her head.

"I'm okay mama, I just got a few scratches," I reassured her as she looked up at me.

She was biting the bottom of her lips, which turned me on a bit because she looked so innocent doing it.

"Honestly, he needs to be in jail, but I know his parents will bail him out," Bianca said.

"Yeah, I care about Tiana's safety for real ion' want nothing happening to her while his ass is around." Trinity said.

I was agreeing with what the girls were talking about.

"T, you gotta get a restraining order on him or it'll get worst."

She nodded her head, agreeing to the idea because that's what she needed. Anything could happen to her while she's at work or even at home when I'm not around, Bianca is not around, or Montez is not around.

"C'mon, yall let's go outback to enjoy ourselves ion' wanna keep talkin' about this." I said as we went out back to the pool.

✧.* OMNISCIENT

While everyone was swimming and smoking weed together, Tiana was sitting by herself, letting her mind take over, thinking about what had happened earlier between Jey and Malakai. She didn't know what would happen if he showed up again.

She was even worried about her safety as well, but she was concerned about Jey's safety, knowing that Malakai does own a gun, so anything could happen to him.

She felt someone touching her on her back, which made her snap out of her thoughts when she saw Bianca sitting next to her.

"Hey bestie are you okay?" Bianca asked.

"I don't know B, I'm worried about Josh's safety." Tiana said softly.

"Why you say that? You saw him hold his ground in order to protect you T." She said.

"Yeah, I get that but..."

Bianca looked uncertain as Tiana sighed, "Look B, Kai owns a gun, and I don't want nothing happening to Josh." She confessed with concern in her voice.

"You're just now saying something T!?" She yelled as everyone looked our way, including Jey.

"B! Yes, I know it's bad, but I completely forgot about that," Tiana said as she heard Bianca sighed deeply.

"Bestie, you can't be telling stuff at the last minute, even things like that. Now you have to go tell him you know what happened last time."

Tiana sighed softly. She didn't know how to explain to Jey that her crazy ex-boyfriend had a gun on him and could end up in the hospital any day if this kept happening.

She didn't even want to remember what happened last time.

FLASHBACK

"Don't point that at me Kai!" I shouted.

"Well, tell me that you won't leave me, and I'll stop pointing it at you, " he threatened.

'How could he be this manipulative towards me when all I ever did was love him and support him.'

"Kai, me and you both know that's not going to happen; you don't care about me anymore."

He scoffed at me while continuing to point the gun at me, causing me to back up.

"I! DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU?! WHEN ALL I EVER DID WAS CARE TINK!?"

"GIVING ME SEX AND THEN FUCK OTHER BITCHES ISNT CARING ABOUT ME KAI OR LEAVING ME IN THE DARK!" I shouted at him, feeling frustrated and scared.

Malakai stomped towards me as my back was against the wall feeling scared as his gun was pressing against my neck.

"I did not cheat on tink; you're just being delusional and in your head a lot," Malakai said.

He's so manipulative and a narcissist, trying to make me feel bad for feeling this way when I've been feeling like this for two years in our relationship.

It didn't seem fair that I was going through this with him. His parents think he's mentally ill, but I call bull shit.

He was pressing his gun up against my neck more further as I was shaking.

"So tell me, baby, are you goin' to leave me?" He questioned me as I shook my head not wanting to die.

A smirk appeared on his face as he pulled the gun away from my neck as I had tears coming down my cheeks while he gave me a kiss on the lips.

"Good, now go cook us something to eat because I am starving." I did as I was told, not trying to have that thing pressed up against me again.

FLASHBACK OVER.

"B, ion wanna think about that day please I'm traumatized," Tiana said.

She hugged me tightly as she pulled away. " Well, you have a man who can protect you and love you for who you are, T, and that man is Joshua. He would never leave you in the dark."

"You need to tell him he'll understand, T." Tiana looked over at Jey, who was staring at her, signaling her to come inside the house so they could talk.

She sighed as she got up from the pool and walked inside the house. He closed the door behind them, folding his arms over his chest.

"Is there something you wanna tell me mama?" He asked as he stared at her deeply.

Her mouth was opened, and she began to say something, but she closed it while looking down at her feet, fiddling with her fingers, picking at her skin.

She didn't know how to explain to him what she had to deal with when she was with Malakai. Yeah, he cheated on her, but that wasn't the whole story; she only gave him half of it.

Tiana heard him walk closer to her, and he grabbed her chin, making her stare at him. Her looking innocent made him turn on even more, but that had to wait.

"Talk to me, baby; I'm right here." Jey reassured her.

She sighed while folding her arms, "I didn't tell you the whole story of me and his relationship I only gave you half of it because I didn't want to think about all of things he did to me." She confessed as his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

"What'chu mean?"

Tiana gave Jey the whole spill about what had really happened between her and Malakai, how he would threaten her with the gun if she left him, causing her to feel trapped, her feeling manipulated by this man or gaslighting her about how she felt calling her crazy or delusional.

Telling him how she felt scared and didn't know what to do or how to leave him without feeling like he was going to kill her.

Until she could finally escape him when Bianca and Montez came to get her one night when he wasn't around packing the things that she needed as she left with them.

Jey listened to her confess everything as he stood there quietly, keeping his arms folded around his chest. She stopped talking, looking up at him in his eyes, trying to read his facial expression.

She saw concern and a bit of sadness in his eyes. He didn't know that she went through all of that with him. He unfolded his arms while hugging her tightly.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you baby." Jey said softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She nuzzled her face onto his chest as tears poured down her face, thinking about what happened.

Crying quietly in his chest as he held onto her, comforting her, kissing her on top of her head.

His eyes darted toward everyone else who was staring at them. They didn't know what was going on except for Bianca and Montez because they knew that this was hard for Tiana.

He pulled away for a second as he cupped both of her cheeks, rubbing her tears away from her face.

"I will protect you with my life Tiana and I mean that shit, I'm here for you baby I will never leave you in the dark like his dumbass did. I love you Tiana." Jey said as he kissed her on the forehead.

Tiana smiled lightly while nodding her head, "C'mon, let's enjoy ourselves, okay?"

They both walked outback with everyone else, enjoying the rest of the night.

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its-time-to-write · 1 year ago

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i know now it’ll pass - ch. 3

This chapter talks about SA! It does not go into explicit detail, but it is there and it is unmistakable. Just be aware!

haunted house nobody lives in

You and Isaac are deciding if the coffee in the café is actually coffee or if it’s just heated-up mud, when Jamie comes bursting in like a tornado.

“You alright, mate?” Isaac asks. The words are barely out of his mouth when Jamie says, “Fuck Richard,” with so much vehemence that you physically step back. He takes note of the slight burst of fear in your eyes and tones it way down. He blows out a breath. “Sorry,” he says, “he’s just a prick.”

Isaac shrugs. “Pretty sure that’s your own fault, bruv.”

You’re confused, but Jamie must know what he means because he deflates a little more and says, “Yeah, alright man.”

Isaac claps him on the shoulder and walks away leaving you and Jamie alone.

“Shouldn’t you be on the pitch?” you ask.

Jamie shakes his head. “Nah, the lads are still changing. Plus Ted’s doing something with the strikers and won’t be ready for another fifteen.”

You sip the coffee and shudder, making Jamie realize what’s in your hand.

“Oi!” he says, “You’re not supposed to be drinking that!”

You shrug. “No one stopped me so it’s fine.”

Jamie isn’t having it. “It fucks up your brain. Give it here.”

“One more sip,” you plead.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Jamie replies. “You said I’m allowed to knock it out of your hand, so you’ve got three seconds before I do that.”

He’s got you there. You did say that. You love coffee, but it does not love you. Jess, Evelyn, and Sarah used to keep an eye on you when you all shared a flat, but since you’re on your own… well, restraint is not your strongest quality in this area.

“Fine,” you reply. “Here. Tastes like dirt anyway.”

You hand him the cup and his finger brush yours, but he’s not moving to actual take the cup; he’s just resting his hand on top of your fingers.

The words, “What are you doing?” get stuck in the back of your throat because Jamie is tentatively reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. He’s leaning in ever so slightly and you’re pretty sure he’s going to kiss you, when he abruptly pulls back and clears his throat.

Ah, shit. This is absolutely embarrassing. Of course he wasn’t going to kiss you.

You laugh nervously. “You alright there?”

“You want to come over for dinner?” Jamie blurts out.

Oh.

You say, “Yes!” before he has a chance to change his mind.

“Richard will not like that,” says Dani. You and Jamie both jump a little bit. You hadn’t noticed him in the room, but he must of been there the whole time. He’s beaming at both of you. “I am so happy you two have found love. It is a beautiful thing, no?”

You think it’s too early to label it love, but Jamie nods and gives your hand a squeeze before heading to the pitch.

—

Jamie’s flat is not a flat, it’s a proper house. It’s like three times the size of yours, and you wonder if maybe you’re underdressed. Yeah, you’re wearing a dress, but it’s a day dress. You shiver and ring the doorbell.

The door swings open to reveal Jamie, nicely dressed in a button-up and slacks. He’s not wearing shoes, just socks, so you slip yours off in the entryway and follow him as he pulls you into the kitchen.

It smells amazing, and you’re a little surprised that Jamie can even cook. Not something you would have expected from a 25 year old Premier League striker, but it seems like Jamie is full of surprises. He explains each dish he’s making as well as what he’s put in the salad, and you can’t help yourself; you grab his face and pull him down for a kiss.

He breaks away with a smile. “Oi, what was that for?”

You grin back. “I just like you a lot.”

“Thank fuck,” Jamie says, “otherwise this date would’ve been fuckin’ awkward.”

Any tension you were feeling before is gone as you laugh and settle into comfortable conversation. You pass a pleasant, giggly evening together full of lingering touches and brushing feet under the table. You decline the wine Jamie’s brought out under the excuse that you haven’t had enough water. He doesn’t seem to mind, just grins and pours himself a glass saying, “Don’t tell granddad, ey?”

There’s a lull in the conversation, and you decide to fill it with a burning question.

You ask, “Why do you wear two headbands?” and Jamie gives you a strange look.

“How the fuck did you notice that? No one’s ever asked me that before.”

You shrug. “I dunno, I noticed during one of your post-match interviews. Thought it was funny.”

Jamie’s still looking at you weird and you’re worried that you’ve said the wrong thing, but he bursts out laughing.

“Fucking hell,” he says through gasps, “You really are something else, ain’t ya?”

You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing and the worry must show on your face because Jamie controls his laughter and pulls you in for a kiss.

Altogether, it’s- surreal. Surreal to be sitting here with Jamie Tartt in his house as he looks at you with those blue eyes and twirls your hair so softly between his fingers. You wonder if someday you’ll get used to the way he can switch back and forth between cocky self-assurance and the quiet, thoughtful boy you have sitting in front of you. You’re not really sure which side of him you like better.

As far as first dates go, (or any dates, really) it’s a hit. It’s calm and silly and comfortable, and it’s exactly what you need. Jamie walks you to your car and kisses you against the car hood, one hand settled on your hip and the other tangled in your hair. You vaguely notice he’s not really grabbing you, just resting his hand, which makes you kiss him even harder.

Later, you fall asleep faster than you have in a long, long time.

—

Jamie takes you on six dates in two weeks and you’re not entirely positive where he’s found the time or the energy. You’re not complaining. He stops by your flat on his morning runs and kisses you if you’re awake on the porch. If you’re asleep on the steps, he’ll make Roy wait outside while he carries you to your bed. Roy, god bless him, never makes a comment outside of a grunt or the occasional, “For fuck’s sake,” which you know he doesn’t mean.

But now you’re on date seven, and you’ve stumbled your way up your stairs and onto the bed. It’s cold outside, which means you’re in a thick navy turtleneck and trousers. His kisses, however, are warm against your mouth and he’s shed his shirt and trousers, with your help of course. You’re straddling him on the bed and absolutely devouring him when he slides a hand under your shirt to touch your ribcage.

His hands are cold, freezing really, and it makes you gasp and then go completely still, forehead pressed to his.

Jamie’s hand is out from under your sweater in an instant and he’s using them to brace himself in a sitting position, careful not to touch you.

You on the other hand, are taking in ragged breaths as your heart beats a different erratic pattern. The bad kind. You’re not sure you can move because all you can feel are the sheets and the cold and the fact that you can’t breathe.

“Babe?” comes Jamie’s voice, “you alright?”

You’re sure your eyes are vacant, but you can’t bring them into focus. Everything’s just too cold and too much and it doesn’t matter that it’s Jamie in your arms, all you can feel is another set of hands. Less forgiving ones.

Jamie’s sliding out from under you but has a gentle hand on your arm like he’s afraid you’re going to tip over. It’s not entirely unreasonable.

Jamie’s touch is soft and so fucking kind that it breaks something in you. His blue eyes are far too sweet and far too earnest for the fact that he’s almost naked on top of the sheets while the only skin you’re showing is from the neck up.

He asks, “Do you need to go back downstairs?” and you shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

He’s just sitting there and looking at you so sweetly that you think maybe you can do this.

You open your mouth to tell him that you can do this, but instead what comes out is, “It’s why I can’t sleep.”

This was not how this was supposed to go.

Jamie doesn’t seem to mind, because he’s still just looking expectantly, in no hurry to resume prior activities. So you keep talking because the night’s already fucking ruined, so why not ruin the beginnings of this relationship as well?

“We were dating,” you say, voice flat. “So it’s not like there was much I could do about it. And it was so cold. His hands, I mean. They were cold. And I felt like I couldn’t breathe because of the pillow. Nothing-nothing even really happened because he finally heard me say no, but… I mean, there were still things. I dream about it every night and it’s complete shit.”

You’re not crying. There’s no point.

Jamie slowly gets up, disgust in his eyes.

It’s ok, you tell yourself, it’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok.

It’s not ok because you can’t stand the way he’s looking at you, all repulsed. He probably can’t wait to go home and take a shower and scrub off all traces of you.

You think you should just let him go, but you’ve apparently lost control of your own will because you reach for his hand and beg, “Don’t go, please” in a small, sad voice.

Jamie’s eyes shutter through several emotions at once before he sinks down on the bed.

His face has gone soft again, but his eyes are still stony.

“I’m sorry,” you say, voice still small. “Please, I’m sorry. I- you can shower here, if you want. I know it’s gross and- I understand that you don’t want to stay. I really, really do because I’m all disgusting-”

“You’re not.”

Jamie’s voice interrupts your plea. It sounds like yours, oddly. Like it’s breaking.

“You’re not disgusting,” he continues. “Whoever the fuck made you think that way- fuck them. They’re the disgusting one. Wasn’t leaving anyway. Just thought you’d like me to put on a shirt.”

Despite yourself, you let out a little laugh. “You don’t have to be so kind, Jamie,” you say.

He jerks a little. “I’m not being fucking kind,” he says. “It’s basic decency and whatever fucking twat made you think that’s the same as being kind doesn’t deserve you. Or anything.”

It’s interesting. He’s saying everything that your brain had been wired to disbelieve. Everything you were taught was a fantasy. It’s interesting that he’s saying it all with the same calm, gentle tone and that you’re not afraid of him actually, but of losing him.

“Babe,” he says, “I love you so you’ve got understand that this comes out of love, but you have got to get some fucking therapy.”

You shrug and he says, “No, I’m serious. Dr. Sharon is on staff for shit like this and you don’t even have to pay for it. It gets scheduled into your regular hours and she’s fucking brilliant.”

“Yeah,” you reply, “right. I’ll- I’ll see about it.”

Jamie nods. He’ll take it, for now. Not fair that you should be here, all snapped while the bloke responsible is out walking somewhere without a care in the world. He can’t think about that now, otherwise he’ll get the murderous look in his eye again and he does not need to scare you like that. So instead he asks, “What do you need from me?” and accepts as you wordlessly fold his arms around you as you sit back against his chest.

You fall asleep like that.

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years ago

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Sanji Gets Rejected (ANGST/FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

WC: 2k

CW: Angst, Rejection, Kissing, Fluff at the End

There he is, doing it again;

“You’re so beautiful, Maam!”

Another random woman he tried to woo on another random island, this one didn’t just push off Sanji this time though, she toyed with him. You guys were docked for a few days to recoup, restock, and relax a bit after escaping another long fight with some marines.

You all went your separate ways, and in that you kept watch of Sanji. It wasn’t intentional but you managed to always bump into him and the woman almost Everytime you stopped somewhere.

“Y/N-SAAAANNNN MEET —“

“Abby.”

She was a beautiful taller woman, she had a very disgusting attitude though, you’ve seen her around a few times and you could tell she used her looks to get what she wanted from men and she most definitely did it with Sanji. You tried warning him about her hopefully she wasn’t working someone that could be hunting you all down but he of course, didn’t listen.

"Sanji we should head back to the Merry soon--"

"BUT Y/NNNN" His voice a pitch higher as he twirled around the woman, looking as unimpressed as ever at the poor boy, "CAN I JUST STAY A FEW MORE HOURS WITH THE LOVELY ABBY--"

"Actually, you guys own A boat right?” Abby walked closer towards you, you stood back a little with a crooked face at her invasion of interest, but before you could decline her Sanji insisted she come for dinner.

“Ji, I—“

“Well of course I’d love to come see what you people—“

“You people?” You Tilt your head at her holding your hip, the hell she mean by that?.

“Yes. How you people live. I never Seen a pirate ship up close and personal. You’d show me. Right Sanji?”

He melted into her hot touch like ice when she caressed his cheek. You groan rolling your eyes at how naive Sanji could be.

The day goes by and you really could not wait until Abby left. She was rude, demanding, arrogant, and nobody even liked her.

She insulted you, Nami, and Robin,

Taunted Chopper and Usopp

Flirted with Zoro behind Sanji’s back

And even mocked Luffy.

But Sanji didn’t even seem to notice because she had him wrapped around her stupid finger.

“When is she leaving?” Nami grumbled in your ear, you both watched Abby and Sanji in the kitchen. He tried showing her some new moves he learned to hold multiple plates at once, but she couldn’t care less.

You on the other hand loved when he did that.

It was finally time for dinner and it was somewhat awkward considering Everytime someone spoke Abby had something to say.

“Oh, Robin I got that tea you liked.” You causally said to her and she smiled back at you across the table.

“Thank—“

“You know I never pegged you pirates to have a level of class about you all….interesting. Especially you—um…uh…”

“That’s y/n-san, my love!” Sanji spoke and came over to take her plate to clean. “She’s one of the classiest women I’ve met!”

“….could have fooled me with that outfit.”

You almost spoke out of turn until you felt Zoro’s hand on your shoulder and he shook his head at you.” She isn’t worth it” he mouthed to you.

After dinner everybody was on the deck doing their own thing, and you and Zoro were trash talking Abby of course.

You more than him though.

“And she had the fucking nerve to say—“

“Why don’t you just tell the damn love cook the truth.”

“What? You don’t think I have? The stupid bitch—“

“Not that…you telling Sanji how much you liked him.”

You felt your soul drop to your feet. Zoro didn’t have a care in the world when he said that, all he did was take a sip of his sake and stared at you, scoffing.

“It’s pretty evident you like the pervert. Why? I don’t know….I’m better looking anyways..”

“What?”

“Nothing. Just—-Stop making it so damn obvious you liked if if you don’t have the guts to tell him. We are leaving the day after tomorrow so after this we never have to see her again—“

“NO!?”

Everybody turned to the commotion in the middle of the ship. It was of course Abby and Sanji , and Abby making a big deal over something.

“No way I won’t join? “ Abby huffed at Sanji’s request. “The pirate life isn’t for me. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“…oh…well…I leave in 2 days so…maybe before you leave you can…um…send me off right?”

Abby chuckled at him cupping his cheek, seeing the blood trickle from his nose and his eyes popping out of his face, “y-you’re so beautiful, Abby!”

“Mmhm…so you want me to send you off right?…like…a kiss?”

Sanji nearly exploded, but tried to keep his composure, “y-y-yes! I mean—if you would grant me the blessing perhaps?”

Hearing this conversation was absurd. You didn’t even realize your face was shaped in the look of disgust causing Zoro to snicker at you, “If she bothers you that much then just say something.”

“Say what jackass, ‘hey Sanji don’t kiss her because I want you.’”

“So you do want the love cook—“

“IRRELEVANT!”

You both stopped your bickering to see more of Sanji’s antics, moreso him acting like a complete love struck idiot handing her some roses and a drink,

“Here you go, my love! I got you these from that garden we walked past! And then! And then I made you your favorite! Remember? At the restaurant—“

“Yes. Sanji. I remember….you really are like a little lap dog…” Abby pat his head and once again…more swooning

“I’D BE YOUR LOYAL DOG OF COURSE!” He sung with his heart eyes almost bursting out his head

“And I guess a doggy gets a treat huh.”

You almost didn’t want to stare but you just couldn’t look away. Abby leaned into Sanji and he blushed, eyes closed so prepared for a kiss until.

“Oops.”

You could hear everybody gasping. It was always as if time was still,

“Wha—“

Abby poured the cold drink over Sanji’s head, running not only his hair, but his expensive suit. Right after she throws the flowers in his face to shoulder bump him,

“Nothing personal, but it’s foolish of you to think I’d actually give you; a poor pirate a time of day…I’m actually a little insulted by it.”

Everybody stared in shock, even Zoro seeing her leave off of the Going Merry.

“HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO MY FRIEND—!”

Luffy went to go run at her, but Zoro and Nami ran and held him back because they both knew Luffy would have easily done another Vivi moment for how rude she has been all evening.

You however walked over to Sanji, arms out and head down, broken glass and petals by his feet.

You felt rage enough rage in your body to just lash out of that stupid stank, but your main priority was Sanji right now.

“San—-“

Your hand touched his drenched shoulder, he didn’t say many words he just took off his jacket and bent down,

“Watch out, Y/N…you may step on some glass.” He looked up at you, eyes just glossing in tears, with a fake smile, “We don’t want you to have another accident again right?”

Your heart was shattered for him watch him fake a smile while on the ground, you couldn’t help but to take his arm and walk him to the bathroom to get him cleaned off as everybody tried calming Luffy down.

You say him on the toilet and took off any remaining flowers and branches in his hair, his skin was sticky from the drink and so you wiped his face with a towel.

“You don’t—-“

“No.” You protested, cleaning him off, “Let me do this.”

Sanji didn’t resist, he sat quietly for a moment. You wished you knew what he was thinking right now so you’d find the right words to say.

“She…she didn’t mean it..”

You paused for a moment. Of course he’d say that. Sighing you decided not to talk back and let him continue to defend her unforgivable actions.

“I was coming on to strong. Maybe if I didn’t —“

“Please stop. Sanji. Please?”

….

“It’s not your fault, Ji..” you combed your fingers through his hair to take out anything else that could have been in it. “I understand why you’d want to excuse her actions but it wasn’t your fault it was hers. She doesn’t deserve a guy like you. You have a kind heart Sanji. Just…sometimes it can be blinded by …women. And I know…you told me how you were raised. Which is why I will never be angry at you for that. I just wish you’d be more..aware of the red flags some women can be. I’m sorry this happened, don’t be embarrassed okay? It—-Sanji.”

You picked up his chin and saw his lip quiver and his eyes teary, dammit you hate when he cries. You squat in front of him and wipes his tears, “It’s okay…it’s—“

“I thought she was going to be my first kiss.”

You blink at him, and he immediately looks away in shame, “no! No! Don’t be embarrassed! Please, Sanji—It’s okay to not have a first kiss! Look at me…”

He does, your thumb on his short stubble and traveling to the corner of his eye. He looked so much like a child you wanted to just scoop him up and hug him all day . “It’s okay to not have your first kiss yet…but when you have it….it should be with someone special y’know?..not some stupid no ass bitch that’s trynna use you.”

Finally, Sanji breaks out into a chuckle, you missed his smile already, it was a pretty sweet silence between you both until you kept staring into his pretty blue-grey eyes, and his in yours. It wasn’t long until your smiles faded and you leaned into him to kiss him softly, immediately feeling his cheeks heating, but you quickly pulled back.

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” You stand up straight touching your lips. “I’m sorry that—that was so wrong of me I—“

Sanji stands to Cup your cheek and kiss you back, he’s a bit shaky and his hands are sticky and clammy but you hold onto his before looking back at him sighing in relief and touch his forehead with yours.

“You didn’t have to kiss me…”

“But I wanted to…for a long time actually.”

Sanji was actually in shock, he stared at you wide eyed, but before he had a blood fest you walked over to turn on the shower for him.

“How ‘bout we um…finish this when you get out of the shower huh?”

“…Ah! Um..yes! Yes of course! I’ll be right out!…thank you, my love.”

You smile at him before leaving, as he showers you await in the kitchen with everybody else and explain to not EVER mention what happened again to him.

“Why? Or did you fuck him to make him fee—OW!”

You smile and wink at Nami for hitting the idiot swordsman in the head and his stupid comment.

Once Sanji comes back he is actually in a better mood, he looks lighter and happier, but he just couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

The whole time he bathed he kept touching his lips thinking of you. Abby was far off of his mind and you were now in the forefront .

Late that night Sanji finished dinner and dessert for everybody but asks for you to stay in the kitchen with him. You felt a bit nervous, but that wasn’t until he sat beside you and hugs you tightly.

“I never got to thank you properly.” He says in your ear with a small peck, “You’re too kind….I’m glad you were my first.”

That night you both stayed up not just kissing, but talking too, he still swooned a bit whenever you reached to kiss him on the corner of his lips but the whole night went so smoothly, you never saw such a relaxed side to him. And you loved it.

Little did you know the impact you made for such a small gesture to the little love cook.

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f1bordeaux · 1 year ago

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If You Cared (Part 5) | mv1

It's been years since you've indulged in a vacation. What better time is there than summer? Your family, the beach house in Italy-it seems perfect. But, for things to be just like good old times, your family needs to invite his. So of course you are having mixed feelings as the boy who broke your heart re-enters your life like nothing happened. Warnings: None Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word count: 2.3k Poetry style | Story style A/n: This is it! It's once again rushed because after tonight I wont have my laptop until late October and I really wanted to get this out. So forgive any errors please. I'll rewrite one day! Also, later on I'll write a sequel if you guys want me to because I love this story and the characters. Anyways, enjoy and to those of you who came along for the whole ride, I appreciate you more than you know<3 Cheers and I'll see ya in October! Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five

Once your last suitcase was in the trunk, you were ready to go.

One flight took off the following morning at 6. You were willing to sit in that small, grocery store sized airport for a few hours. Anything not to see or think about him. Right now, every room in the house was drowning in memories. You were suffocating.

“Y/n, come inside please.” Your mother begged. It was pouring down rain, and you were sitting on the patio just watching the droplets ricochet off the pool water. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t mind.” You said.

She sighed, a signal of her defeat. When you left from the charity dinner, taking your mothers rental car with you, nobody but Mia followed. About an hour later, they all pulled into the driveway. Nobody said a word as they walked through the front door to see a pile of suitcases lined up. Nobody dared to even cough as they watched you throw them all in the trunk in the pouring rain. You were done. You’d had enough. Elba was just as dead to you as he was.

Mia begged you to stay the rest of the week, saying that it was Max who should leave, but you couldn’t explain to her how every square inch of the beach house reminded you of his touch. The kitchen brought back memories of his small, butterfly kisses when you both cooked dinner or when his hand would rest on your thigh at the kitchen bar. The living room just reminded you of all the times you fell asleep in his arms during a movie and how he would carry you to your room. Your bedroom was the worst spot of them all. Your sheets still smelled like him, the mirror still displayed his reflection, his clothes were still on your floor.

“I need to go home.” Was all you could say to Mia as she begged you not to.

“Y/n?” The patio door slid open softly, but you didn’t bother looking. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t really feel like speaking to you.”

Luca didn’t sit next to you, he didn’t walk up to you or approach you. Instead, he stayed behind you, speaking to your back. Never before had you or either of your siblings had a situation like this. The three of you had always been close but this. Luca had really done it this time. You also had a little resentment for Mia, too. She’d known for a while and still let you fall head over heels for Max. Was it her fault? No, but she could have said something. She should have said something.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

“Wow,” You scoffed. “Suddenly everything is all better! Me and Max are getting married tomorrow, want to be the ring bearer?”

“Y/n-”

“What was going through your mind, Luca? Hmm? Can I just ask you that?” You shook your head. It was hard to understand this whole situation.

“I didn’t think he’d take this seriously. I thought he’d say no and laugh it off.”

“But playing with my feelings in the first place was alright? Because you thought he’d say no it was alright?”

Luca fell silent. Obviously it wasn’t right, that much was known. But he didn’t know how to express how sorry he was, or how he didn’t think it would go this far. No matter what he said, you would come back and rebuttal his comment with something more emotional, something more meaningful. Luca wasn’t one with words, he never was and never would be. In this moment, he wished he was.

“Here.” He dropped five or six envelopes on the table next to you. “Maybe you wont forgive me, but this wasn’t his idea.”

Before you could say anything, he was inside, closing the glass door behind him. You looked at the off-white envelopes. They had your family's address on them, but your name was clearly written on there. The return address? The Verstappen house. Not Sophie and Victoria’s house, but the childhood house that Max and his father lived in.

Your heart sank.

After finding the oldest one, dating back to only a few months after he broke up with you, you slid it open and pulled out the paper. A photo fell out, alongside a dried up, flattened rose petal.

Y/n.

I miss you. It might sound selfish to say, but I really do.

I don’t think I ever realized how important love could be in life. I saw it as more of a form of entertainment rather than a necessity. I knew my feelings for you were real, I knew they were physical and emotional and everything in between, but I didn’t know how hard they’d be to get rid of. Leaving you hurt, it hurt so bad that I felt like I couldn’t breathe on my way home. But, I thought they’d go away once I was back with dad. I thought they’d be like a stomach ache or migraine. Like I said, though, they are much harder to get rid of than that. Seeing all the love that other drivers have at the track, seeing their girlfriends and moms and families hurts me. All I have is dad and, well, you know what that's like. I’ve realized that I need someone like you, someone I can laugh with, someone I can talk to, someone who will tell me it's ok and that I won't fail in life after a bad race. I need someone on my side, not someone who is only team Max when I win.

I think of you every time I race. I dedicate every win to you-and mom of course. In the photo I sent, I won my first F3 Grand Prix. It’s a huge step in the right direction and at this pace, I’m set to be the youngest F1 competitor if I can make the Toro Rosso team in a few weeks. I hope you’re there to see it.

I get it if you don't want to talk to me. I know I broke your heart and ruined the rest of your summer but please, if any drop of your feelings were real please write me back. I could use the support.

Love, Max.

Sure enough in the photo a young, 16 year old Max was hoisting a trophy in the air as champagne was sprayed on him. You picked up the rose petal and it crunched in your grasp. Where had these gone? Why didn’t you get any of them? You didn’t move out at sixteen, why didn’t you get them?

The other ones followed the same idea as the first; I miss you, I messed up, I’m making promising moves in my career, please answer my calls or reach out, I love you, Love, Max. And sure enough, every single one made you cry. Near the end of the last one, however, Max wrote;

Take this as my final goodbye. I hope you’re getting these but I’m not getting any response so maybe you’re not. I deserve this, I know. But, I was really hoping things would be different. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you, y/n. If I could take it back, I would.

Dad told me to stop wasting time writing silly letters that get no response, so I guess this is my last one. Hopefully we can reconnect someday. I hope you're watching me on TV. I hope that a piece of you still loves me, as selfish as it sounds. There will always be a place for you in my heart, always.

Goodbye, y/n. I’ve always loved you, and I always will.

Max.

Your hand came up to cup your mouth. These letters were similar to the ones up in your room. Max loved to write, and on your 15th and 16th birthday, he wrote you two beautiful letters that you said you’d cherish forever. You left them in Elba when he broke your heart.

Without even thinking, you stood up, turning on your heel so quickly you were afraid you’d fall. With the letters cradled in your arms, you ran inside. The house felt empty. Nobody was around except for-

“Mia-” You called out in between tears. “Where is-where are-Max, where is Max?”

“He left-”

“What?”

She nodded. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to talk to him. Where did he go?”

“There’s a ferry leaving in like, thirty minutes. He’s going to get on that.”

You shook your head, tossing the letters on the counter before running to the front door. You grabbed a pair of keys and darted through the rain as your sister called out your name. Max at least deserved a chance to explain himself, right? Maybe he was too prideful, too nervous, too scared to speak to you himself. That was alright. You’d just go to him.

The drive was long, you were afraid you’d miss the ferry. It left at five am, you assumed, and it was 4:48 when you pulled into the dock. He was probably already on the boat, no? He was probably already in his seat waiting for the departure to begin. That wouldn’t stop you.

Maybe fate was on your side, maybe it was meant to be. Whatever it was, Max was standing in line to load onto the boat, suitcase in hand. “Max!” You shouted. He was still in his suit, you were still in your dress. Neither of you looked as elegant as before, but it would be wrong to say you thought he looked bad.

He turned to look at you, his eyes wide when he saw who was calling your name. “Y/n?” Max turned out of line and walked near you.

In seconds your arms were around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug that took him a few beats to reciprocate. You then pulled away, looking him in the eyes as tears flooded yours. He was confused, taken aback, even. “We need to talk.”

“But I’m leaving-”

“Please stay.”

“I’m mad at you, don’t get me wrong.” You said, looking off into the distance. There was a small cafe near the dock that was open for breakfast. So, the two of you sat outside and drank tea whilst looking like complete lunatics.

“So why’d you come get me?” He asked. “You could have completely let me go.”

“What good would that do? I would just hate you forever and it would eat me alive. Just like it did last time.”

Max shrugged. “I don't think I deserve a second chance.”

“Luca gave me the letters you wrote me as a kid.”

Max turned pale. “What?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I never got them as a girl or trust me, I would have written you back-or texted you at least.”

“I know you never got them.”

Did you hear him correctly? He knew? In the last letter he assumed you didn’t get them. “How’d you know?”

Max looked at the sunrise that was touching the horizon. The sky looked beautiful. There were no clouds, only bright shades of reds and yellows, blues and purples. The water from the ocean reflected the scenery perfectly. He didn’t know how to answer your question. It would be embarrassing if he did. He never planned on you seeing those even though he sent them.

“I was writing your address wrong. I was one number off or something, so they all got sent back at once. I sent them back after fixing it, but I called Luca and told him not to let you get them.” He said in one breath, cheeks igniting with a blush. “I was too embarrassed.”

That's why you didn’t get them.

You were torn. If he really cared he wouldn’t have taken the bet, right? If he really cared, he would have let those letters get to you. What if this was just another elaborate part of his plan? You wanted to believe it, you wanted to see the truth in Max’s story, but you couldn’t trust him. You couldn’t read him as well as you once could. A piece of you was saying, shut up and take it, he's your dream man, and another piece of you was saying, do better.

“Did you ever really care about me?” You asked.

Max looked at you with wide eyes. “What?”

“This summer,” You reiterated. “Did you ever really care about me? Be honest with me.”

Without missing a beat he said, “I didn’t just care about you, I loved you. I don’t like to admit my feelings-mainly because I grew up in a house where feelings didn’t exist-but I couldn’t hide the love I have for you. I’ve never been able to hide it. Ask dad, mom or Vic.”

You sighed. “The scary part is, Max, even after all this, even after I found out one of the worst things, even after I felt used and objectified, I still want you. Every part of my body is screaming no, telling me to run and leave without turning back but one small, small sliver of me is begging to stay.”

Max leaned across the table, palm coming to cup your chin. He smiled softly, his breath dancing across your cheek. It felt refreshing. It felt like summer. Perhaps things would be ok. Perhaps things would always be ok.

“So stay.” He said. “I promise to love you, y/n. I will love only you.”

Your lips connected to his. It was a soft kiss, one that reminded you of your first. Did you know what was going to happen once he went back to racing and you went back to work? No. Did you know if he was your boyfriend now? No. Did you know if things were going to work out? No. But honestly, nothing in life is for certain. But damn, sitting in front of an italian coffee shop, watching the sun rise over the ocean with Max’s lips on yours felt nice.

You were excited for a lifetime of moments like these. All of them with your childhood boyfriend by your side.

And yeah, you did feel like you could call him that now. You could call Max whatever the hell you wanted to.

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Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)

Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka (kinda?)

Summary: Ghost hunter extraordinaire Danny Wagner takes on Kiszka Manor with a Ouija board and a dream. Luckily, the ghosts like him. One of them likes him a lot.

Tags: Ghosts, mentions of murder/death/disease/suicide, arguments, majority silly goofy I promise!!!!

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: My submission for the GVF Writers Halloween Event organized by the wonderful @hearts-hunger! Such a fun idea and I'm excited to participate.

Prompt #2: Real Haunted House

“Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel! Today, I’m at the famous haunted Kiszka Manor to investigate its history and see if we can get in touch with the spirits that haunt these grounds!”

Danny took a confident step back as he grinned wildly at the camera, his hand moving from a wave to a theatrical gesture to accompany his continuing speech.

“This building has been abandoned ever since the mysterious string of deaths that plagued its halls finally came to an end in 1899 with the death of its last living inhabitant, Samuel Kiszka, the youngest member of the family that had lived in the house since it was built. The house was sold to new owners a few years later, but they lasted no more than two months before fleeing, claiming that the rampant paranormal activity was making it impossible to live there. Since then, countless paranormal investigators have braved a night within these walls, but nobody has ever made it to sunrise without experiencing something that they couldn’t explain.”

Danny reached off camera to grab the sleeping bag that he’d leaned up against the kitchen wall prior to shooting, giving it a little shake as he smirked.

“Tonight, I will be joining that brave league,” Danny explained. “And I’m going to catch it all on camera for your viewing entertainment. Stay tuned to see if I survive a night at Kiszka Manor.”

He ended the recording and let out a relieved breath, flipping the viewfinder in and setting the camera down on the table he’d laid his other equipment on. He startled when his movement jostled the sleeping bag and sent it unfurling down his torso. It swung down onto the dusty wooden floors, quickly gathering a cobwebbed dust bunny as he tried to shake it off. Danny grimaced and lifted it up, giving it another genuine shake.

“Aw, gross,” he said to himself, now much more quiet and meek that the camera was off. “Ew.”

In the parlor facing the kitchen doorway, the three spirits that did in fact haunt the house were watching Danny with an amused calculation. When they spoke, they spoke in synchrony.

“Dibs.”

After rolling his sleeping bag up with an annoyed huff, Danny ignored the chill running down his spine and the uncomfortable jerk of a nerve in his ear. A surely false sense of being watched started to overtake him the longer he stood in the empty mansion. And a mansion it certainly was, with three expansive stories just waiting for Danny and his camera to go exploring in…alone…at night…

Sometimes Danny wondered what his nights would be like if those silly ghost hunting videos he’d made in his college dorm hadn’t gone so viral and asserted him as a cornerstone of the Youtube ghost community. Maybe he’d be unwinding from a 9-5, lazy on the couch and warm from a home cooked dinner. Maybe there’d be someone there with him, laying their head on his chest and making light conversation.

But here he was. Standing with his hands on his hips in a pathetic attempt to gather any semblance of authority and trying not to shake in his shabby Nike sneakers as he noticed the retreating creep of daylight out of the corner of his eye. In a very old, probably asbestos filled house that was also probably full of ghosts that already hated his nosy guts.

Great.

Luckily for Danny, there was something untrue about his assumption. The ghosts did not already hate him. Actually, they were quite taken with him.

“Is it just me, or do these guys keep getting cuter and cuter?” Josh cooed, coasting through the kitchen to assess Danny from every angle. “They must be putting something in the water these days.”

“Cradle robber,” Jake laughed, following his twin through the doorway.

“Back off, I called dibs first,” Sam complained, trailing behind them in his unsteady float. “He’s already talked about me. I have claim!”

“Oh yeah? Then what’s this?” Josh teased, shimmying up next to the light switch and pressing his translucent fingers into the wall. He gave them a wiggle with a challenging smile as the overhead light started to flicker, causing Danny’s head to jerk in surprise and his eyes to widen as Josh made the bulb flit a few more times before slowly burning it out. Danny strode to the light switch and gave it a few desperate flicks, never taking his eyes off of the light.

“That’s a cheap trick,” Sam accused, his lip curling as Josh removed himself from the wall and straightened his lapels. “He deserves some distinguished communication.”

“He’s not going to be any fun at all,” Jake sighed, already seemingly bored by Danny’s anxious stature. “It’s only fun when they’re skeptics. Let’s just toss some crystals from the chandelier and slam a door and get him out as soon as we can.”

“Oh, come on, it’s been ages since our last little ghost hunter,” Josh lamented, flopping over sideways into the air and landing as if he’d fallen onto a bed. “It’s nice to have some company.”

“We might actually be able to talk to him, too,” Sam noted excitedly, directing his older brother’s attention to the all too familiar board sticking out of one of Danny’s tote bags. “Now that I call dibs on.”

“What, so you can ask him if he like-likes anyone?” Jake teased, wiggling his eyebrows at Sam and letting out a laugh when Sam made an incredulous sound and floated into the next room. If Sam had still been in his body, they all knew his cheeks would have been flushed.

“Okay, guys, it’s been about an hour since I arrived, and I’m getting ready here to hopefully talk to some spirits.”

Danny had set himself up in one of the bedrooms on the second level, the one at the very end of the hall with a grand window that let in enough light for Danny to be able to see the Ouija board he’d placed on the carpet in front of him.

“I still don’t understand how there’s people in the cameras,” Josh observed, pointing a finger at the viewfinder that Danny was reflected in. “I only see him. Is it like a telephone?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” Jake shrugged. He and Josh had settled on the four poster bed on the opposite wall, chatting amongst themselves while Danny lit a few candles and their younger brother giddily took post on the opposite side of the Ouija board. Sam was generally a pretty mopey ghost considering his circumstances, but there was something about this particular person that really piqued his interest. It was odd, especially to his brothers, but it was also too exciting to ignore.

For his brothers, it was odd for a different reason. It was concerning.

“Alright,” Danny started, clearing his throat and trying to avoid stalling any more. “Let’s do this.”

He set the camera down on the end of the bed right in front of where the ghostly twins sat cross legged, and they mimed holding it steady and pressing the buttons with a collective giggle. Sam scowled at them and gestured for them to get away from it, knowing that their interaction with the technology could provide Danny with some interesting warped footage that would take away from his prospective Ouija interview.

“I’ve set up camp here in the south wing of the house in the room that used to belong to Samuel, who I very briefly touched on earlier,” Danny explained to the camera, settling into the animated lecturing tone he adopted for his videos. “On the opposite end of the hallway are the rooms that belonged to his older brothers, Joshua and Jacob, who died a year before him.”

On the bed, Josh and Jake raised their hands like roll call, and Sam rolled his eyes at them.

“From what I’ve been able to find, it seems that Joshua contracted cholera in the spring of 1897 and suffered with it for a year before finally passing away in 1898, with his twin brother Jacob passing away just a few days later from an unrelated cardiac event that left their youngest brother alone in the estate.”

“Thank you again for that one, you guys,” Sam commented dryly. “That wasn’t super lonely or anything.”

“I still think it was very dramatic of you to die from heartbreak,” Josh snorted, nudging Jake.

“Who says it was heartbreak?” Jake teased right back. “I was simply so overcome with the joy of finally being free of you that I croaked.”

“I would like to try and run the spirit box in their rooms later on in the night, but I wanted to start in here,” Danny went on, setting the planchette on the board. “I couldn’t really find much about how Samuel died, except for that his autopsy reported some broken bones and internal injury. If I’m lucky, maybe he’ll tell me.”

“He jumped out a window!” Jake yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“Shut up!” Sam snapped. They both exchanged faces before Sam turned to give his full attention back to Danny, who was very hesitantly placing his first and middle fingers on the planchette. He waited for Danny to trace three circles before adding his own fingers to the wood, wishing for a moment that he was still able to feel anything at all so he could feel the warmth of Danny’s skin. Now that was something Sam missed: warmth.

“Is there anyone here who would like to talk to me?” Danny asked gingerly. Whenever he asked, he always hoped deep down that nobody would answer.

Unfortunately for him, Sam was eager to talk, and he concentrated all of his energy on very laboriously sliding the planchette over to his answer.

YES

Danny stared at the board for a second, trying to zero in on the twitch of muscles in his fingers and finally deducing that his subconscious must have moved the planchette. Danny had had plenty of paranormal experiences with shadow figures and moving doors, but he’d never been lucky with the Ouija board before.

“O-kay, that’s great,” Danny squeaked out. “Wow. Okay. Yeah. Can you tell me your name?”

S A M

It took a lot of effort to move the planchette and Sam figured his nickname would be enough. He wanted to preserve his energy so they could talk for as long as he wanted to.

“Ooh, keeping it casual, I see,” Josh sang. “You’re best friends already.”

“Sam,” Danny repeated, his heart racing so fast he worried it would freeze up. “Are you the same Sam who lived here? Samuel?”

YES

“Wow,” Danny blurted, flustered from this revelation. “It’s nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Danny. You, uh, your house is very nice.”

“Danny?” Jake echoed in a thin, nasally mockery. “Good grief, what’s with names these days? What’s so bad about Daniel?”

Sam glowered at him before steeling himself to reply again.

T H A N K Y O U

“You’re welcome,” Danny answered, still dumbfounded.

He was talking to a real ghost. This was proof, if not for the camera but for himself. He knew his comments section would be filled with accusations, but Danny knew somewhere deep in his gut that it was not him rigging the game.

This was real.

“How old are you?” Danny asked, realizing with a panic that he wasn’t nearly as prepared as he’d hoped. He was really grasping for straws with his questions.

2 4

“Hey, so am I!” Danny laughed. Sam grinned and shivered at the sound. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard a laugh that wasn’t his own or his brothers, or one that wasn’t at the expense of their house from so-called ghost hunters far less courteous than Danny. Usually when Sam was around, people were screaming. But here was a laugh. It was a nice change of pace.

“Is it just you in the house?” Danny asked.

“Can I ask who else is here with you?”

J J

“JJ?” Danny repeated with a confused frown. “Who’s JJ? OH, do you mean your brothers? Joshua and Jacob?”

“Come on, Sam, give him a little more to work with,” Jake scolded.

“My arms hurt,” Sam whined. “It’s not my fault your names have so many letters. He figured it out, anyways!”

YES

“Oh, well, hello to them, too,” Danny greeted nervously, looking around the room for where they may be lurking. “They don’t want to talk?”

“Any reason why?”

E F F O R T

“It’s a lot of effort? To move it?”

YES

“Oh, so you can spell that but not Jacob? That’s too much work?”

“I’m sorry,” Danny apologized. “We can stop.”

When the planchette moved again, it was fast and aggressive.

NO NO NO

“Don’t scare him too bad,” Josh murmured, taking note of Danny’s tense body language and Sam’s frantic eyes. “Easy.”

“Okay, we’ll keep going,” Danny said, cringing at the slight shake in his voice. “Uh…sorry, I really wasn’t expecting a reply. I’m kind of blanking. You must get the Ouija board treatment all the time.”

“No? Really? I feel like that’s what everybody brings to haunted houses.”

Danny cringed again, breaking out in a cold sweat when he thought about what he’d said. Did Sam know he was dead? Was it a touchy subject? 2 years of ghost investigation and Danny was only now considering the ghost’s perspective.

Sam watched Danny stick his tongue in his cheek and visibly ponder potential questions. He felt very grateful that Danny couldn’t see how intensely he was staring. Sam made detailed notes of the spray of freckles across his nose and the Botticelli furrow of his brows, the way his hair grew long and gathered at his shoulders in a way that Sam envied and never would’ve been allowed to do in his time. If he listened closely, he could hear his heart beating, panicked and bloody and alive.

“What is death like?” Danny found himself asking, the words rushing out in a whisper. He couldn’t help himself. It was all he could think about in this place, with its silent halls and chatty spirits.

Sam smiled.

L I G H T

“Light?”

C A L M

“Sam,” Josh warned. “Watch yourself.”

H A P P Y

Danny felt a wave of relief pass over him at the affirmation. He’d long since forgotten that the camera was on and felt no sense of self consciousness at his little shiver of excitement.

“That sounds nice,” Danny smiled. “I think people worry that it’s all hellfire and empty spaces and whatnot, so that’s good to hear. I’m sorry you died so young. At least you avoided The Great Depression and stuff.”

“The who?” Sam said out loud to himself, earning a laugh from his brothers.

“Well,” Danny sighed. “I’m probably going to end this now. Is there anything else you want to tell me before I put the board away?”

Sam’s heart sank. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. According to Danny, he’d be moving to the twins’ rooms next, and knowing them, they’d keep his spirit box chattering all night with their incessant scares. It wasn’t fair. Everybody always came to the house for Josh and Jake and their heart wrenching, freaky-deaky twin deaths and their boyish paranormal antics.

When was the last time somebody had come here looking for him?

“Tell him he needs a haircut,” Jake suggested. “Tell him you’re Satan.”

“They always go running with that one,” Josh agreed. “What’s the other one? ZOZO? No clue where that comes from but it sure freaked out those guys from Seattle.”

Sam ignored them. The only thing he could hear was Danny.

S T A Y

Danny chuckled nervously.

“Stay? Am I really such a great interviewer?”

S T A Y

Jake and Josh exchanged glances.

“Okay, Sam, time to hang up,” Jake demanded, leaning forward off the side of the bed and pulling on Sam’s shoulder. “We are not doing this again.”

“He’s different,” Sam insisted, shrugging Jake off and moving his fingers on the planchette so that they spliced with Danny’s. The temperature change was subtle, but it was enough that Danny felt his fingers go cold. He eased up on the pressure he’d been applying out of fear that he’d begun to cut off his circulation.

“You said that about the last two,” Josh reminded harshly, joining Jake’s effort to try and pull Sam away from the board. “Back off. We’ll spook him on the spirit box and he’ll be out by the sunrise.”

W A N T

Every alarm bell inside Danny’s gut was blaring full volume and he knew he needed to end the session and get going. He couldn’t help but keep glancing up at the empty space in front of him, trying to remember anything about Sam’s appearance from the online archives he’d used for research the night prior. It was only when he looked back down at the board did he catch a glimpse of something in his peripheral; a smudge of brown hair, pale skin…or was it the candlelight playing tricks on him?

“It’s been nice talking to you, Sam,” Danny blurted hurriedly, struggling to speak with such strong paranoia twisting in his stomach. “Goodbye, now!”

With an unheard frustrated shriek on Sam’s behalf, Danny circled the planchette three times again and pulled his hand back like it’d been resting on a hot stovetop. He let out a rattling breath of relief and turned back towards the camera, acknowledging it with a jolt and flashing the screen a relieved smile before scooping it off the bed.

“You heard it here first, folks,” Danny announced with a breathless chuckle, pushing his curly bangs off his forehead. “Your man Dan is in hot demand on the grounds of Kiszka Manor.”

“You’ve got to control yourself, Sam, for heaven’s sake,” Josh reprimanded.

Danny had left the room a few minutes ago, abandoning them with haste in favor of setting up motion detectors and a spirit box in Jake’s room at the other end of the hall. But the twins were in no hurry to go play with any of Danny’s toys yet.

“Now you know why we don’t like you to interact,” Jake added, his words landing like a slap on Sam’s stormy face. “You get too involved.”

“Why are you two the only ones who ever get to have fun?” Sam yelled, getting to his feet and facing the wall away from them with his arms crossed haughtily. “Why am I in trouble? I’m an adult! I’m 149 years old! Leave me the hell alone!”

“If we could get away from you, we would,” Josh spat. “Trust me. But we can’t. And you’re not allowed to ‘have fun’ because your idea of fun is KILLI-”

“I’VE NEVER KILLED ANYBODY!” Sam howled, his hands coming up like claws next to his face. He still refused to look at either of his brothers.

“Then would you care to find another explanation for our forlorn ghostly companions in our attic? I’m sure they’d love to hear it from you!”

“JUST GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”

“That boy should count himself pretty lucky he remembered to close the portal,” Jake sneered at Sam’s back. “We’re going to go give him a scare or two and then we’re going to leave him alone. And I recommend you do too. Do you hear me?”

Sam fell deathly silent, the weight of his fury draining any last remnants of warmth that the candle had left behind and plunging the thermostat as low as he felt.

“Christ,” was the last thing Sam heard muttered before he felt them leave the room, making sure to let the door slam behind them and conjure up a muffled scream of fright from Danny down the hall.

Once Sam was certain they were gone, he relaxed his incorporeal body out of his act of tense rage and turned to look over his shoulder at the door. He was wearing the lazy smile that he’d been unable to wipe off his face and had to hide from his family. That was a curse of his that he carried into his afterlife; he just couldn’t help but wear his heart on his sleeve.

Except that Sam didn’t have a heart anymore. It had died with him, of course, but he was pretty sure it had given its last beat on the day that he was left the only surviving member of his family. With a house too big, a backyard overpopulated with graves, and a town that offered only thoughts and prayers in his time of need, Sam lost his ability to feel. It had been so blank inside his chest that Sam figured the only explanation was that his heart had simply shriveled up and withered away. He’d gone looking for it in death but found himself somehow twice as lonely even with a reunion as sweet as the one he’d had with his siblings.

But now he’d found it again, that rhythmic pulse that he heard from the ribcage of a polite ghost hunter that had been delivered to his door by what seemed like the hand of God. He was sure of it, actually. Danny was here because he was meant to be Sam’s, meant to drive away all that endless, bleak loneliness and bring back his capacity to love.

Why else would have Danny done the closing circles on the Ouija board in the same direction as he had the first time? Every paranormal professional knew you ended things by moving the planchette in a counterclockwise direction. And Danny really seemed like he knew his stuff.

Sam smiled wider. Danny must’ve left the portal open on purpose. Just for him.

Down the hall, Sam could hear another dampened scream from Danny, no doubt from the twins tossing a ghostly buzzword in between radio waves. On the bed, Sam noticed for the first time that Danny had thrown his sleeping bag across its expanse, already unzipped and ready to receive him.

Them.

It may have been unbeknownst to everyone except for Sam, but the night had just begun.

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silvershiningtarot · 2 years ago

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💋🫦👄18+ PAC What Role You’re Playing in Your FS Daydream? (Secret Fantasy Of Them🫦👄👅)

🧚🏾‍♀️Take A moment look at the piles you feel drawn to. Inhale and Exhale breathe and relax. Comment and Reblog the post and Tell me what pile you like.. ENJOY MY LOVELY 🥰. Remember this is a general reading.

Pile 1: Off the back, I know what type of role you are playing in your husband's daydream. You are the switcher in your husband's fantasy kinks I see. Oh my goodness. I hear their sexual message to you right now. So if some of you are a switcher or should I say submissive then awesome either way. I hope that you play a big ass role in their fantasy dreamland. Oh my goodness! 🤤🤤I can heard them dirty talking. So I can see them lifting you up in the kitchen, just deeply kissing 😽 hard. Like naked in the kitchen, maybe you see them cooking breakfast or dinner in the kitchen naked with nobody else in the house just y’all two. You walk up behind them and start to touch their chest and kiss their neck and I can see that you are the woman of their dreams. Woah 🤯 especially in their daydreams 😶‍🌫️ oh my god, they are completely obsessed with you. So yes they are possessive of you. I hear that when people disturb them, they snap at their friends. So I don’t blame them because they fucking wanna fuck you so hard and you make horny, even when they eating a bowl of cereal you make their dick stand up hard!!. I can see that they love that sexy ass voice. I heard a siren woman that’s what they see of you. Just luring them into you. Ooooohhhhhhhh!! OMFG 🤬 YESSS!! You're like a Dom-Mommy to them. So I see that you would spoil them, for some of you I see that you would be submissive to your FS daydream, I think that is what they would do. They would want to take it nice and slow with you. I’m getting very Simp vibes with your husband! But in a good way, I told you that they don’t like to be disturbed when they fantasize about you. You are their sexy little pixie to them. I was right!! Hahaha 🤣!! You don’t mind being a switcher! They can be the dominant one sometimes and you can be the submissive one for a few of you. I don’t see that you guys have a problem with it. But for some of you I see you being submissive to your husband which is fucking incredible. I’m submissive myself. You have Ultimate love and lust, so you balance it out in your husband's fantasy. Even with your fantasy as well. It's like a straight up balance between you and them. Ooohh!! Watch out ladies, your husband has breeding kinks!!! So they love getting you pregnant. It’s like seeing you pregnant in their daydream turns me on! I can see them seeing you pregnant like four or five times!! I heard them say “I don’t care if I’m a old dad, I love getting you pregnant.” So in my opinion I say get it get it get it!!! Oh yess! They would want you sit on their face, tasting that delicious kitty 🐱 of yours makes them weak. I told you I’m feeling that big ass Simp vibes, especially sexually you got on a leash!! They don’t care what you do to them. For some of you but a lot of you they don’t care what you do to them. But for some of you oh yeah they want to teabags your fucking face!! Get ready suck on those balls even if just a fantasy that’s exactly what they want you to do. I can that for some of you being their submissive hahaha 🤣I was right. Don’t get me wrong 😑 for a lot of you, I do see you being their Dom-Mommy! So get it.

“Let me clear my throat before I tell you what’s been going through my mind. I feel like we have a telepathic connection, you don’t mind me being freaky with you right now. So don’t tell anyone about this please. My friends think I'm weird because I tell them the things I would like someone to do to me in the bedroom, even my ex made fun of me. Baby I would love getting you fucking pregnant 🤰🏾 that’s my secret fantasy getting you pregnant. Yes I got a breeding kink. I don’t give a fuck how old I am or you may think I’m older than you but baby I don’t care I’m ready to get down and dirty with you. Will you be my mommy, I’ll be your puppy and follow wherever you go. Are you ovulating yet? I want you sloppy toppy me, so why don’t you pull down your thongs, let me eat your pussy, I can taste your juice on my lips. Your juice becomes my taste buds.. it can’t never go away nor do I want it to. I’m horny for you, Can I tell you another secret? I want you to dominate me. Can you please. I’m obsessed 😍 with you, the moment I saw you I’ve been non stop thinking about you heavily. I fucking crave for you heavily. So baby you play a sexy ass role in my daydreams. What do you do to me? Are you a siren or a fucking alien? Your eyes just pull me into your stomach. I want you bite me so fucking hard! Deeply. I want to feel your teeth in my skin. Baby I can see us having Twins together, Fucking TWINS!! Doesn’t matter what gender they are because we are having twins then baby let’s get it. I’m ready to get you pregnant. How many months are you yet? I can see that you wanna have a water birth with our kids together. But again I’ll keep that little secret. I’m addicted to you!! I’m ready to pull you out of my dreams, just fucking grab you and kiss you 😘 up and down all around. I’m fucking simping for you. Are you mad at me? Because I’m simp for you, my friends would think I’m a bitch for you, why the fuck should I care right! I ain’t fucking them Yuck 🤢. Anyways! Let me take your virginity, I wanna teabag your face. I want you to sit on my face, Do you feel hot? I know I do. Holy fuck I’m ready to bang you out!! I want your hands to touch my beard, where can we meet up? I’ll be your slut tonight. So be my slutty kitty 🐈‍⬛ meow 😻. I have slut kinks, I want you to put a dog leash on me. Spank me baby. Do it! I daydream about you doing all those things to me. Remember this is our little secret between you and me. I want you to keep your legs shaking for me, am I hitting your G spot already Momma!, what name should I give you? Write it down for me. So creamy you taste 👅. So you getting all wet for me and I can’t get you pregnant? Huh 🤔 too late babe! You already got me now! Whipped cream, spread it on your legs so I lick it off you. Do you do music? I’m hearing that song in my head Drip 💧 is that your song, if it is then baby, ready for your juice to drip in my mouth 👄 it’s all wet and prepared for you. Give me some of those nutrients.”

Pile 2: I can see that you being their Dom, you being their submissive one, they would love that. When I see the Three of cups and Seven of cups. I think that they daydream about you having sex with them outside. I mean outside sex with them. I can probably into BDSM, maybe they are or aren’t. But I can see you submitting to them in their fantasy. You being their daddy’s little girl. Oh my god I can see that shit turns them on. I heard them being annoyed too. No offense to the mothers out there but when they mother be bothering your husband, especially when they daydream about you, they get annoyed 😑 like they snap at their mother. Not because they are doing it on purpose, it is because they are daydreaming about you, it seems like to you, you make their day. So they don’t mean to curse out their mom, it's just when they are in the moment thinking about you, they don’t want to forget you. If that makes sense. I do see that they would love fucking you outside. Maybe in a garden 🪴 I’m seeing. Just have a sheet outside in a garden and start kissing you, rubbing your breast and finger playing your pussy. Yummy 🤤. So they are a freak for you. I can see that they are addicted to you, so you play a role as someone who’s very addicting to them. You are like a drug to them. I can see that in the rising time they daydream about you outside in a garden fucking you. All the dirt on your skin, just makes them fucking turn on. I hope that they’ll love seeing you naked all the time in the bedroom. I heard creeping. So not creeping in a bad way but just sneaking up on the bed and just kissing you and touching you hard. I heard finger-playing, so this pile it’s a little similar to pile 1. Maybe you guys should check it out. I was right! They’ll be addicted to you even now they are addicted to you no matter what. I can see that they’ll take their sweet ass time with you. Again they are into BDSM them being your Dom-Daddy so they are the Dom one!! You are the submissive one or it can be vice versa for some of you but most of you this is your Dom-daddy. They would want to do it all Rising and night!! So Woah 🤯. They’ll used protection with you. The biggest role you’ll be playing in their daydream fantasy is that you are their submissive partner. Let them have fun with you, while you sit back and enjoy yourself. Oh I can hear a sexy message from them. Oh my god 😱😱😱😱. Salute 🫡 to your husband. They’ll be very patient with you because maybe you are Virgin for some of you if you are. But most of you probably have a fear of intimacy that’s okay. Your husband will be patient with you, in their fantasy they are patient with you. I was right!! Sex outdoors. Oh my god I told you! Some of you might lose your virginity outdoors or your first intimacy again with them outside.

“I’m addicted to you, like I’m fucking simp for you baby. I don’t care what that shit makes me sound like but I am. I wish I can tell you all things. I wanna do it to you in person, because you make me feel very happy, I want you to lose your virginity to me, don’t lose it to nobody else but me. I’m your daddy and you should do what daddy said to do. I’ll be patient with you, whenever you're ready I’m ready to take off on you. This is your daddy speaking to you. Listen to me, look into my eyes. I wanna tell you a little secret, but promise me you won’t be mad at me. So I put a spell on you. Are you mad? Please don’t be mad 😠. Tell me where we can meet up and have passionate sex. We can go to a hotel suite. Besides paying for a hotel, let’s sneak into a hotel baby. Don’t fucking touch me, sit that fucking ass down. I’ll whip your ass if you move. Do you like getting choked out? I love it when your eyes roll back up. I wanna fuck you so hard until you lose out of breath. I’m a switcher. I don’t mind you dominating me baby, tell daddy what you want to do I’ll do it. You wanna bring other girls in the bedroom? Do you want me all to yourself? Daddy ain’t leaving no matter what. Can’t push me away. I want you to bite me, put your teeth marks on me. I wanna fuck you so hard!! The way you make love to me, you’re my everything. Your my fucking slut! Do as I say now. Don’t make me repeat myself. I fantasized about you putting that collar on. My little pet! I’ve been dreaming about this day. Are you ready? Or do you want me to wait till you get home to me?. I love it when your toes curls up, that means I’m doing a good job. We have a playful sex, while we making each other laugh. I love being goofy with you. I want to tied you up with anything a rope, handcuff, strings, and even a fucking wire I’ll tied you up with. I love seeing you in lingerie. I love your fucking breast, I don’t care if they are small. I’ll kiss them all.”

Pile 3: I can see that you are the dominant one! They love how you play hard to get!! Because I can see them just trying to get your attention and you just ignore them. Like whatever fuck you! Haha 😂 that shit just turns them on. Even if you are mad at them for real they’ll have rough sex with you. I can see that they’ll love having sex with you indoors more than outside. It's like a thing sometimes. I can see that you love strip teasing them. You fucking little devil 😈 yess!! I love it though! I can they love putting food on you, maybe some strawberries 🍓 or some cherry 🍒. Everything tastes good on you, that is exactly what they are saying right now. Calling them daddy turns them on. Even calling them your little bitch turns them on. I can see them being a little baby for you like mommy’s little boy. BDSM type. I swear they daydream about you sexually. So you play a role as their Dom! Temperance coming out makes me feel like you can balance them out. The devil 😈!! I swear man! Your husband has a big dick! Or some of you have a big clit! Haha 😂 so what cherish it! Your husband loves it. You are their submissive one, because you are their sex slave. I see that they wanna humiliate you in public. Even in the bedroom. They would want you to flirty talk them. I mean fucking curse they ass out in public or in the bedroom. I told you that even if you are mad at them, they’ll like that. They wanna lose track of time with you, Roleplaying with them. Oh sweet you are to them. 😏😏🥰. Music can set the mood for them. Oh okay so sometimes they would want you to be gentle and be light with the dirty talk. Haha 😂 maybe they aren’t much of a rough type of guy. I sense that your husband is a soft lover. So what. They like it, especially when you are playing hard to get with them. In the daydream you are their perfect fantasy. Ohh yess 🤤🤤🤫.

“Hey mama, Are you ovulating yet? I’m horny for you. I wanna get you pregnant already, I know you be in pain when you ovulating. So let me help you with that problem right now. Let me rub you down, you fucking tease, come on climb on this dick. Kiss 💋 on your neck, while you slowly moving back into bed. Let me finished eating, that kitty is so tight sorry for cum quickly. You wanna do it again. Do you want me wear a condom, or are you on the pill? I got a king size dick for you! Who’s your daddy? I’m your daddy right. Let grab your face look into my eyes 👀 I’ll tell you again who’s your daddy. Let me ball gag you now. Hush 🤫 my little puppy 🐶 don’t say another word. I don’t care if you are on top of me. So baby do you wanna take care of me. I’ll just laid back and let you take control of me. Take fucking charge of me baby. I don’t mind being on the bottom. I have plenty wet dreams about you, I can see you cumming on my dick in my dreams, even when I daydream about you. Moaning, dirty talking. Can I tell you a secret? I’m a man eater. That’s the secret 🤫 I love eating Pussy. Especially with your kitty I love fantasizing about yours a lot because you are my biggest fantasy and I have another secrets tell you. I have a crush on you bad. Oops 😬 lol 😂. I wanna give you magical orgasm, curl those toes baby. I want you put scars in my back, face and even on my ass I want you put your marks on me. Bring out the monster baby! FUCKING BRING IT OUT!! Let go of control, release your emotions on me whatever you are feeling take it out. I wanna swallow your cum and I want you to swallow mine. Can I choked you while you swallow my cum. I’m a beast baby.”

Pile 4: For this pile makes me feel like I’m their daydream you ain’t feeling them like that in the beginning. But I heard in my head that they’ll take action. Or if they aren’t feeling you, I can see you taking care of them when they are down. So even when they are feeling down they daydream about you taking care of them. Handling that fucking business baby! Wooo! I don’t get a bad vibe from this energy. I sense an uplift vibe. So you do play a role in their daydream 😶‍🌫️ I can see that. See! I can see them lifting you up and kissing 😽 you while you naked coming out the shower. I can see them picking up a flower 🌹 out of a garden or they found a flower 🌹 and they thought about you and they giving it to you. Very romantic 💝 husband some of you have. Such a sweetheart. I can see that in their daydream you are playing footie with them under the table. I heard them just now “You fucking tease.” You guys are big ass teases. Which is a good thing. You two share food together and they just try their hardest not to touch you but you touch them. I can see someone watching you two. Maybe some of you might be uncomfortable with that type of stuff but most of you won’t even care. Even with your husband they won’t care at all. I heard them again “Just look into my eyes.” So just look into their eyes and you’ll feel safe with them. Because when they look into yours they feel safe with you no matter what. When you two have sex in their daydream you give your husband healing energy. So you give them all the goods. You are giving them the best daydream of their life. I told you! Teasing them. It’s like they love a challenge they fucking love when you tease them and then hold yourself back. That shit ugh 😑 them but they fucking love it at the same time if that makes sense to you guys. They would want you to sit on their face and they would want to teabag yours. Oh my gosh! I can see they want you to take a shower with them and have some sexy ass shower sessions. Hot steamy 🧖‍♀️ session with them.. that what they exactly they fantasize about with you. They would love for you to humiliate them in front of everybody! Fucking humiliation so maybe P.D.A that what would love for you to do to them.

“Can I confess something to you, I’ve put something in your drink. I’ve been a bad boy. Why don’t you come over here and spank the shit out of me. Come on slap me in public, curse me out, fucking pull my hair. Push me against the wall. Oh should I push you up against the wall because I’m the boss. Listen to me, don't turn you on when I fired you. I want you to satisfy all my fantasies, or should I say you already do anyways. You don’t know what I wanna do to you. I have a fetish kinks. I want you stump on my jaw. Tell me what is your favorite fetish. I won’t tell anyone about it. This is between you and me. Oh gosh! You don’t know how bad you make me feel. Crazy isn’t it. I’m addicted to you, I’m simp for you heavily. I want you to lose your virginity to me. Tell me where we can meet up. I’ve been thinking about you like fuck me. Do me right now. Let’s go outside and have sex, I don’t care if people see us in public having sex. That’s none of their fucking business. Come to my job and surprise me with what you are going to do. You wanna do a little role play with me. I’m horny for you, thinking about you all the time. I have intense sexual cravings. Please don’t leave my daydream alone. I hate when I’m by myself. When you are here with me I feel safe. I don’t wanna face reality sometimes.”

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makkir0ll · 7 months ago

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200 followers event prompts!!

(not taking requests for prompt 7 and 24 because i keep getting too many requests for that, there’s only so much a girl can write about jealousy and eyes)

“I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so….I like it. Can I touch it?”

“I know this is horrible timing, but I think I’m in love with you”

“Can you move, my arm is falling asleep”

“you put your arms around me and I literally felt my knee’s buckle, this is so pathetic.”

“I genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you I think I’m going a little crazy.”

“No. I’m not going to give you a bite because I know you’re not gonna like it. Then you’re going to ask me how the hell I like it, and I just don’t want to listen to that right now.”

“No way… you’re actually…jealous”

“Your face is literally vermillion”

“Are those…flashcards?” / “I’m practicing okay”

“Just sit there. I’m going to make you something to eat.”

“Lets go on a walk, and get some air”

“I can’t find the remote” “I’m actually going to kill you”

“yeah, yeah. you’re cute. just stop smiling at me like that”

“I crave your affection, but i crave your silence even more-“ / “shut up.”

“did you just slap my ass?” / “actually, i firmly grasped it” / “did you just quote spongebob?”

“i kind of…don’t want us to be a secret anymore”

“what was that..?” / “a kiss” / “well i know that knucklehead”

“i couldn’t kiss you all day! let me make up for it now hm?”

“i love you, i swear baby i do. but if you buy one more cushion i swear to god i’m moving out”

“when you love something, you want to protect it”

“damn, it’s like my mom likes you better than me”

“does it make you nervous when i stare?” / “yes! so stop staring” / “oh absolutely not”

“let’s dance in the rain” / “but…hypothermia” / “that’s a problem for future us”

“your eyes are really pretty up close”

“ssshhh stop fussing. i’m just braiding your hair”

“i swear to god if you steal the blankets again i’m putting my cold feet on you”

“you’re blind- you’re so blind! why the hell would i even do half the things i do for you for anyone else if i wasn’t head over heels for them?!”

“she looked at you funny..”

“what the hell is her problem?”/ “THATS WHAT I SAID”

“i’m not the best at this” /“you’ve stepped on my foot atleast ten times now. trust me i know”

“why are you looking at me like that? should i fix something?” / “No, god no, you look perfect”

“i’ve never seen you blush this much, i can’t look that good”

“you look the cutest like this” / “but i just woke up” / “i know what i said”

“what if i drown??” “i’m not going to let you”

“the lady over there just asked if we’re married” / “well, we did just kiss” “I know but don't you think it’s cool that we’ve finally been asked that?”

“you’re hot” / “Babe i know you’re like in love with me but now is not the time”

“Don’t pull away, not yet.”

"you've been tossing and turning for the past forty-five minutes, what's up?"

"if i see one more plushie occupy MY spot on the bed I'm kicking you out to sleep on the couch."

"you know you're the only one I want to be with."

"we shouldn't be doing this. not now, not here."

"Can I kiss you?"

"but nobody knows us here! can we please leave?"

"you're cute when you smile, you should do it more often."

"should i cook today?" / "i- i don't trust you with my kitchen babe."

"we should compare hands, you know...science" / "what?"

"i know it's obvious, but you still and always will give me butterflies."

"this is humiliating" / "there is nothing humiliating about needing help every once in a while, my love"

"Can you get that for me?" / "Can I what?" / "Can you please get that for me"

"Need my shoulders to see up there?" / "Piss off."

"I could lift you up off the floor while kissng you." / "Excu - what are you doing?! Put me down!"

#haikyuu scenarios #hq imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq fanfic #haikyuu

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rebelwrites · 11 months ago

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Eleven: Tellers Never Quit On Family

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Charles knew he was being more of a hindrance than a help, in fact he had basically put a halt to breakfast being made but he didn’t care, all he cared about was this moment of holding Nova in his arms.

Although in his defense she hadn’t started making pancakes yet.

“So are you working today?” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

“I’m not sure,” Nova hummed, resting her hand over Charles’ arms, “I’m gonna speak to Jax about closing the bar today, I think we could all do with a day off.”

“When was the last time you did anything for yourself?”

“Me and Jax hit up the dirt bike track the day you and Pierre got to town,” Nova responded, pausing for a second before speaking again, “it’s something we try to do every month, but that's probably the only thing I do for myself to be honest,”

Her words tugged at Charles' heart, that's when an idea popped into his head, once breakfast was over he was going to take Nova out for the day, just the two of them. It also gave him the perfect excuse to get to know her.

Before Charles could say anything the peace of the kitchen was interrupted, “Doll, I heard you were making pancakes for breakfast,” a voice appeared from behind them, “oh shit, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Nova let out a small sigh, which just confirmed to Charles that this girl needed a break, “I will make sure there's a plate for you, Tiggy,” she said in a cheery tone but Charles could hear the frustration in her voice, even if the other guy didn’t.

“You are the best, Doll,” the guy hummed, moving over to the coffee machine, “I’m Tig by the way man.”

“Nice to meet you,” Charles nodded, reluctantly pulling away from Nova.

“Thanks for taking Pops home last night,” Nova said, looking over her shoulder at Tig. Her expression dropped as she looked over at Charles, “fuck, I never even offered you and Pierre a drink. I am so sorry!” she let out a frustrated growl, covering her face with her hands, “why am I like this? I am stupid!” she asked nobody in particular.

Charles’ realized just how much pressure Nova was under, he took a step closer to her, placing his fingers underneath her chin lifting her head up slightly, “Sunshine, look at me,” Charles whispered, not caring that they had an audience right now, “you are not stupid and I don’t want to hear you say that again okay.”

“But I’m fucking everything up,” she whimpered, he could see the tears starting to form in her green eyes.

“Listen to me, you need a break, there is only so much one person can take before they crumble from the pressure,” Charles hummed, brushing his thumb over Nova’s cheek, “let me cook breakfast, you can instruct me on how you like things done but I want you to sit right here, on the counter,” he whispered, picking her up with ease, placing her on the marble effect countertop, “and I don’t want you to move.”

She took a deep breath, letting her eyes flutter closed under Charles’ touch before speaking again, “I invited you to breakfast, not for you to cook the damn thing,” she mumbled.

“Sunshine, I don’t mind, all I care about right now is spending as much time as possible with you, let me do this for you please,” Charles said softly, placing his hands on her knees.

“Okay,” Nova mumbled, finally agreeing to let Charles take over the breakfast duties.

At some point during their discussion Tig had slipped out of the kitchen leaving the two of them alone. Charles quickly pulled off his hoodie, tossing it onto the island in the middle of the room. He quickly familiarized himself with where everything was, although it didn’t take long from all the sticky notes on all the cupboard doors, the sight of the multi colored pieces of paper caused his stomach to knot up.

He wanted to do something to help Nova and Jax out.

It was becoming clear that they made it look like they were managing to the outside world when in actual fact they were struggling to keep their head’s above water.

As he got to work on making the pancakes an idea popped into his head, he didn’t know how either of them would react but he needed to do it in a way where he kept himself anonymous. The fundraiser was tomorrow and it would be the perfect time to execute this new idea. He could easily make a donation to the charity but he wanted to do something more personal, something that would help Nova and Jax directly.

Pushing his thoughts aside right now, he focused on the feeling of Nova’s gaze watching his every move, it was like she was mesmerized by his movements which caused Charles to have a permanent smile on his face. He knew that this was a small gesture in the grand scheme of things but he was just happy he was able to try and relieve some of the pressure.

“Just don’t burn the pancakes, Elenor will try to stab you with her fork if you do!” Nova giggled, the sound was music to Charles’ ears as he spun around with the spatula in his hand.

“Oh babygirl, I wouldn’t dare burn them,” Charles smirked, noticing the way Nova pulled the hoodie over her face to try and hide the fact she was blushing at him calling her babygirl, “just wait until you try my pancakes.”

Before Nova could respond JT slowly walked into the kitchen, a sad look on his face the moment he saw his daughter. Charles quickly turned the heat off on the stove, placing the spatula over the top of the pan, “I will give you two some space,” he said quietly, getting ready to exit the room.

“I want you to hear this as well,” JT said, making eye contact with Charles, “I just want to apologize for last night, Tig filled me in on just how cruel I was,” he said, running his hand over his face. “My sweet Nova, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, especially in the way I did last night.”

“Pops, you called me Gemma!” Nova said extremely quietly fiddling with the sleeves of her hoodie, which was something Charles had noticed she did when she felt nervous or was trying to keep herself calm, “I can handle most things, but that was a low blow. I’m nothing like her,” she paused, taking another deep breath, “I know you didn’t mean it intentionally but it felt like a personal attack. Like you think Charles is going to take me away from you.”

“I know sweetheart,” JT whispered, placing his hand on her knee, “I will spend as long as it takes to make it up to you, to you both,” he said, turning to Charles, “I don’t think either of you are like those soul suckers. I hate that a switch flips in my brain and I’m locked in a moment with no escape,” Nova stayed silent, keeping her focus on her hands. “I can now see how much pressure I am putting on everyone, my outbursts are getting more frequent and I feel each day I am losing a little bit more of myself.”

Charles’ heart was breaking hearing JT’s voice starting to crack from all the emotions he was holding inside. Moving across the room Charles placed his hand on JT’s shoulder trying to provide some form of comfort.

“I’ve already spoken to Jax and I think it will be better if I moved into a facility where I can get full time assistance.”

“Pops, no!” Nova finally spoke, tears freely rolling down her cheeks as she looked up at her father. “I’m not fucking putting you in a god damn home. It just ain't happening. We will figure it out, we always do. Tellers never quit on family. What happened to till the wheels fall off?” Charles could see the frustration bubbling away inside her as the words flew out of her mouth. “If you get stuck in a home then I might as well get my last name changed back to Haynes because all the Haynes’ know is how to quit on their fucking own!”

Charles was confused, why would Nova be talking about changing her name back? Wasn’t she biologically JT’s daughter? JT’s eyes went wide as he processed the words that just came out of Nova’s mouth, “hell will freeze over before you do that, you are a Teller through and through!” JT said with a stern tone in his voice.

“Exactly Pops,” Nova exclaimed, roughly wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her hoodie, “look, just give me today to clear my head and we will talk things over properly.”

“Whatever you need, sweetheart,” JT whispered, leaning closer to Nova, pressing a kiss against the top of her head before he quietly slipped out of the kitchen.

Charles instantly moved so he was now standing in front of Nova, without saying a word he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head. “What do you need right now?” he whispered, wanting to try and make the world right again for the girl that had single handedly captured his heart.

A heavy sigh escaped Nova’s lips before she spoke, “I just need to get outta here,” she was practically clinging onto his shirt like her life was depending on it, “for just one day I want to forget about everything”

“Come on then babygirl,” Charles whispered, pulling away from the embrace, taking Nova’s hand in his, “we can do whatever or go wherever you want. I just want to get you smiling again.”

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velvetstreets · 1 year ago

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SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY: PT 4 - Fool For You

A/N: ITS BEEN A YEAR SINCE I POSTED PART 3 💀 I’m sorry y’all 😭🫶, made this EXTRA long to make up for my hiatus. These mfs finally start cooking with some gas in this chapter! Enjoy 💗

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing, oral sex (m!receiving and f!receiving), two kids in love, tooth rotting fluff.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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“Hi.” You mewled out from the comfort of your own bed, in an oversized Egyptian blue hoodie. It had years-old worth of stained flecks of white paint from when you helped paint your bestie’s apartment; the collar of the sleeves were beginning to fray, and as well as had an eyeliner stain in the inner left sleeve after getting ready for a girls night, but you loved it - imperfections and all.

“Hey.” He grinned from the bright phone screen.

“God you look so freakin’ cute, how the hell you do that?” Jack said, wasting no time to shower you in compliments.

You rolled you eyes playfully and rolled onto your side.

“Shut up, I look fuckin crazy right now.” You laughed. You worked a long shift last night, a Saturday, raking in bags of cash which you were happy about, but you were exhausted when you finally came home. Jack had waited for you in the parking lot as he often did, always with food as he knew you’d be starving. Last night you asked him to get you Popeyes Chicken, and boy did he deliver. He tried to pretend that he was offended you didn’t want his staple meal from KFC, but he couldn’t care. He’d get you anything you asked for, from food to diamond jewelry to a house even; he’d spend it all on you if you asked. You squealed in excitement when you met him in the parking lot, you were starving and his act of service meant a lot to you, even tho it was just chicken.

You had noticed that Jack did that a lot. Helped out in any way he could in order to lessen the load you had on your plate, which you deeply appreciated. Nobody had ever gotten your love language correct, always assuming physical touch was all you liked because of your job. It scared you a lot to know that Jack knew you well enough to pick up your patterns and ways of thinking and how you were feeling. Yet at the same time, it was such a relief - emotionally, to have someone notice you in the way you had dreamt about being noticed.

“-Yeah, fuckin crazy gorgeous,” Jack cheesed, not letting up.

You exhaled a tuft of air in response with a small smile, accepting defeat and hoping to move on.

“What’s up, Harlow?” You asked as you got out of bed to go to your kitchen to look for something to drink.

“You have a break from school coming up soon right?” He hummed.

“Mmhmm. Spring break, a whole week.” You confirmed, rummaging for a cold water bottle.

“Good. I wanna take you somewhere. The whole week.” Jack said.

“Oh? Where are you taking me?” You whipped your head back to the screen, amused with his plans.

“You’ll find out when we’re there. Just pack for warm weather… maybe a beach or two.” Jack slyly grinned, not wanting to give away too much.

“Jack… you’d tell me if you were gonna murder me, right?” You hummed questioningly, sticking your head in the fridge.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Out of the two of us, you’re more likely to murder me.”

“You sure you wanna take that stance as a white man?” You joked.

“Yes, especially after I almost got myself tased when you asked me to get your lipgloss out of your purse two weeks ago.”

“Oh yeah,” you laughed. “Close call.”

Jack shook his head in disbelief and chuckled.

“A whole week? You’re gonna get sick of me.” You continued.

“Never.”

“Well then I’m gonna get sick of you!” You laughed.

“You won’t! Just trust me.” Jack grinned warmly at you.

You stared at him for a moment, heart beating rapidly against your chest before answering.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You exhaled, unable to hide the creeping smile on your face.

Jack rolled onto his back in his bed, phone still at his side while whispering a little ‘yes!’ to himself before bringing the phone back to his face.

“Okay. I’ll come pick you up Friday at 5.”

“This better be good, I need to come back relaxed before finals.”

“You’re gonna have the time of your life, I promise.” He said, reaching out his pinky finger to the screen.

“Okay.” You smiled, putting your own pinky to the screen, the both of you tapping the screen as if you were curling your fingers around eachother to solidify his promise.

——

Jack fussed with his hair before ringing your doorbell, heart almost beating out of his chest, he was excited, but slightly nervous at the thought that you might’ve bailed on him. It wasn’t a huge doubt of his, but he was always a little worried that he would scare you off too quickly.

He looked around the hallway of your apartment building. Every door looked the same, but he couldn’t help but imagine what your place looked like. He had seen bits and pieces of it through FaceTimes, but never seen it all in person. What color was your couch? Do you like your apartment at a cooler temperature? Did you have empty water bottle crowding your nightstand like he did? Did you have pictures of your friends, your family? He was eager to break through your walls (metaphorically) and learn more about you.

He was brought out of his thoughts as the door opened and you appeared. There you were, standing in a matching forest green lounge set, with matching green Fenty Puma slides and barefaced. It felt like all the air was punched out of Jack, you were so adorable, he wanted to litter your face in kisses and smush your cheeks together, but he kept those feelings at bay, settling for a warm hug and a kiss to your hairline.

“You look beautiful, as always.” He hummed into your hair. He felt you smile against his chest, before murmuring a ‘thank you’.

You let him into your apartment and Jack took his time inspecting his surroundings.

“I just need to get a few more things, and then we can go.” You told him, and he nodded.

Jack walked around your living room, looking at your abstract bookshelf, his fingers swiping along the spines of the books, trying to remember as many titles so he could order them later and read them himself. You had a few plants, one on said bookshelf, one on the giant window by the couch (which he now saw was green), and one that sat on top of your fridge. He moved toward the fridge, inspecting your magnets and the few photo booth pictures of you and a few friends, from ‘Summer’s 27th Bash!’ and ‘Jordan and Celeste’s Wedding’, amongst a few other pictures. One of them being a bit older and faded, a woman who looked like you; holding a little girl, the two of them sticking their tongues out for the photo. He couldn’t help but smile at that one.

“Ready?” You asked, bringing Jack out of his thoughts. He turned around and nodded, heading for the door. Jack took your bags and the two of you got into the elevator and went down to the car Jack had waiting. He handed your bags to the driver before opening the door and pressing a warm hand to the small of your back, helping you get in, before he scooted in next to you.

“So you’re still not gonna let me in on where we’re going?” You asked as you rested your head on his shoulder, yawning softly.

“Just wait and see, I promise it’s worth the wait.” Jack murmured as he kissed your hairline again, his hand reaching for yours and intertwining them.

“Hmpf. Fine, be that way.” You childishly pouted. Jack couldn’t help but laugh at your stubbornness as he rested his head atop of yours.

“I thought you said you trusted me?” He humorously quipped.

“I do. I’m just nosy.” You said, eyes now shut as you adjusted and got comfy in Jack’s arms.

Jack chuckled, shaking his head as he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand.

——

After a three hour flight on the jet Jack had rented, you were finally at your destination.

“Turks and Caicos?? You brought me to Turks and Caicos??” You squealed as you looked out at the ocean from the luxurious villa Jack had rented out for the week.

“I thought you deserved a real vacation, one where you’re pampered and truly relaxed, not just at home before your schedule starts up again.” He explained, his eyes gleaming with adoration for you as you fawned over your new surroundings.

You turned around, finally looking at him. You were starting to tear up, your lips in a pouty frown that fought to keep the overwhelming emotions down.

“Thank you for this, Jack. Seriously.” You hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.” You quietly said, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“Well I’m glad to be the first, and only.” Jack said. ‘And hopefully the last’ he thought, pulling away slightly only to encompass your face in his hands, thumbing away the stray tears, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“You more than deserve it.” He said as he pecked your lips a couple more times.

“Cmon, let’s go get settled and then order room service. Sound good?”

“Mmhm.” You hummed contently, a small grin peeking out.

——

You let out a deep sigh as you let the hot water soak your hair and run down your body. You were gonna sleep next to him tonight. For the first time. You felt ready, less anxious then when you first started contemplating it, but still nervous nonetheless. It had been a while since you were vulnerable with a man like this; certain experiences having made you avoidant and guarded when it came to the men you slept with.

But you felt a sense of comfort when it came to Jack, unlike anything you’d felt before. It was new. Different. It scared you but it also excited you. So for once, you were willing to give into it, at your own pace of course.

After exfoliating your body and taking care of your hair, you got out of the shower, feeling revitalized from your flight.

You wrapped a giant fluffy white towel around you and applied your lotion and finished with your skin routine.

You stepped out of the luxurious bathroom, letting steam air out as you stepped back into the master bedroom.

“Hey.” Jack grinned at your presence.

“Hey.” You smiled back at him.

“Good shower?”

“The best.” You sighed happily.

“Here-“ Jack got up from the couch in the room, disappearing into the closet for a moment before walking back out with a fluffy robe.

“- figured you’d enjoy this.” He held out the robe for you to put your arms.

“Oh my godddd, it’s so warm!” You whispered delightfully, tying the knot before turning around in Jack’s arms so your face was buried in his chest.

“Yeah, they have a lil towel warmer, stuck it in there while you showered.” He chuckled, his hands rubbing up and down your robed back.

“Mmmmm. So niceee.” You hummed.

“Good, I’m glad. Now get in bed and choose something to watch while I go shower. I ordered us cheeseburgers with a few sides, s’that okay? Otherwise I can fix you something else.” Jack suggested.

“No, that’s perfect, thanks.” You said, the small grin you were sporting, never leaving your face.

“Okay. Be back in a few.” He smiled, kissing your hair before heading to the bathroom.

You got situated in bed, the tray of food on the side table, and the remotes laid out for you.

Who the hell was this man? You’d never felt so pampered before, men were usually selfish and greedy, but Jack was the opposite with you. All he wanted was to give, financially, sexually, emotionally. It seemed fake, but he never changed within the months you’d been hooking up.

Jack really just wanted to support you in any and every way, but was understanding and wanted you to set the pace, for you to decide how fast or slow you went. He knew you were sus of him and men in general, what their motives were, and he couldn’t blame you for that. He knew how men could be; disgusting, manipulative, selfish. But ultimately, he just wants to take care of you. Be a man you could be proud of, feel safe with, feel loved by. He didn’t care how long it took, he’d stick around for as long as you wanted him to.

You giggled childishly as you hugged the warm robe around you. You put on That’s So Raven, feeling nostalgic of simpler times.

Jack emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his hips, his curls a dark brown now as they’d been soaked from the water, beads of water slowly trailing down his chest, with his happy trail peeking out.

“Ooooh, That’s So Raven- good choice.” He complimented, eyes on the screen. You couldn’t say the same about your own, glued to his long torso, his abs flexing with every breath.

“Yeah, reminds me of good times.” You remarked.

“I’m sure it does.” Jack said with a playful tone, catching you staring at him.

Your cheeks heated up a bit from being caught, as Jack made his way to the closet.

“No peeking!” He playfully exclaimed, dramatic as ever, eyeing you before going into the closet, making you laugh.

Jack couldn’t help but smile to himself while he got into his robe, he loved hearing your laugh. He loved it even more when he was the one making you laugh.

He opened the door and ran to the bed, jumping into it like a child which made the the both of you giggle.

The two of you ate and watched shows for the rest of the night, switching on and off between eachother about who got to choose what to watch. Eventually you both changed into your pajamas, a big t shirt and panties for you; and some basketball shorts and classic white tank for Jack.

Jack noticed you start to get sleepy after a while. You had cuddled into eachother, his arm over your shoulders, leaning you into his chest. He felt your breathing start to slow and get deeper, and your eyes fluttered open and closed. When you finally gave up on trying to keep them open, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before sliding out the bed. He grabbed a few pillows and an extra blanket that was lying around before he grabbed the tv remote.

Just as he was about to turn the tv off, he was startled by your voice.

“Where are you going?” You quietly murmured, eyes squinting from your tiredness and the tv.

Jack muted the tv before turning his attention to you.

“Was gonna go sleep on the couch.”

“Why?” You questioned.

God you were adorable when you were sleepy. Jack wanted nothing but to kiss you silly.

“ I didn’t think you’d want to sleep next to me? Or- I mean, I just figured you’d want your space.” He tried to explain. He didn’t want you to feel obligated to sleep next to him just because he brought you out here; he figured your usual routine was in place still.

“ I-I did, but not anymore.”

“No?” Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“No.” You meweled. “Will you please come back to bed? Please.” You whispered, anxiously tugging at a string from the hem of your shirt.

Jack practically skidded across the room in a cartoonish fashion, like the Roadrunner; to get into the other side of the bed, making you giggle.

“Too eager?” He joked.

You shook your head with a smirk creeping at your lips.

“Oh, not enough??” Jack questioned before you got a chance to answer, and he got up and ran back to where he stood originally before running and jumping onto the bed like a spider monkey.

A loud laugh bubbled from your chest, making you throw yourself back into the fluffy pillows, causing Jack to smile.

“Perfect amount.” You smiled back at him, curling your body into his chest, letting out a soft sigh.

Jack pressed a kiss to your forehead, picked up the remote and turned the tv off, letting the room fill with comfortable silence. The distant sounds of the waves washing providing a soothing white noise for the two of you to drift off to sleep.

——

You woke up earlier than expected, 5:27 to be exact. The sun slightly filtering through the curtains, the waves still present in the background, with a few birds chirping every so often.

Jacks grip was the first thing you noticed. Tight and solid around your waist as he held you against his chest. You looked up at him, admiring his soft face. Long eyelashes fluttered as he dreamt, freckles adorning his cheeks and his mouth in a slight open pout, his breathing deep. His curls slightly tousled from sleep, but their form framed his face beautifully. You couldn’t help but lovingly smile as you brushed a curl from his forehead, placing a small kiss.

Jack let out a small grunt, and you looked at him, hoping you didn’t disturb his sleep. That was until you realized you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh, giving you an idea.

Jack eased his grip on you as you shuffled around, fully resting his back against the sheets, before you straddled his hips. You dipped your head down, pressing wet kisses under his ear and along his jaw.

He started to stir as you left hickeys along his neck and chest; red marks that would soon enough turn purple across his pale skin.

“Good morning, handsome.” You hummed.

“Mmmm, ‘mornin angel.” Jack grunted in his raspy morning voice. It was something you’d get to hear once in a while, usually when Jack was in another city working; he liked to call you early before starting his day. But now you got to hear it personally, in the flesh, centimeters away from you, and my god did it get you wet.

You continued to kiss down his torso, gliding your nails across the skin, making him shiver in delight.

You cupped his clothed cock, making his breath hitch.

“Can I-“

“Please, yes.” He breathed out.

You grinned as you pulled down his shorts, Jack kicking them off completely with his foot.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his perfect cock. The tip a gorgeous shade of pink, close to matching his lips, precum already leaking from the slit as his cock twitched in anticipation.

“Fuck, so pretty Jack, so so pretty…” you whined before taking him in your mouth.

“God, I’ve missed this. Missed your hot little mouth sweetheart. It’s only been a few days but it’s been too long without you,” Jack babbled, focusing on not thrusting his entire dick down your throat, keeping the respectfulness at bay.

You groaned as you continued to bob your head up and down, your core clenching as he continued to praise you. Jack shivered at this, hands reaching into your hair.

“Your little throat takes me so well, doesn’t she pretty girl? Takes Daddy so well,” His voice now more gruff as he chased his orgasm, hips lifting off the bed a little.

You coughed as his tip hit the back of your throat, making you eyes water, taking your mouth off of him.

“Fuck, m’sorry-“ Jack quickly apologized.

“No, no, I liked it.” You grinned at him as he swiped a fallen tear with his thumb. You kissed his thumb before going back to his wet cock, kissing up and down his length before you took him in your mouth again. You twirled your tongue around him and suckled at his tip, saliva and precum drooling from your lips down his cock and into his trimmed pelvis, matting the hair together.

Jacks grip tightend in your hair as his moans got louder.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so good to me. So good to me with that precious filthy mouth, angel.”

You relaxed your throat, nuzzling forward into his pelvic bone, tapping his hip to signal he could have his way with you before playing with his balls.

“Fuck yes, just like that, breathe through your nose baby, breathe with me, yeah- just like that- fuck.” Jack grunted as he fucked your throat.

The obscenely wet sounds that echoed the room as his tip continued to hit the back of your throat, combined with the precious whimpers that fell from you was enough for Jack to burst.

He came an ungodly amount down your throat, so much that you tried to swallow it all, but it just kept coming. You took your mouth off of him, spurts of cum still leaking from him, splattering across your chest and your chin before he finally finished.

Jack shuddered from the intense euphoria and the lack of covers, dick still twitching. You climbed back up and laid on him, hands clutching at his shoulders from underneath, your warmth helping him calm his breathing before he wrapped his arms around you.

“Jesus fucking Christ,“ Jack breathed out heavily, eyes still shut and his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to calm his breathing.

You giggled as you pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw before laying your head back on his chest.

“Think you sucked part of my soul out.” He laughed and you grinned into his skin.

You started to get off him but before you could shuffle back to your side, Jack flipped the two of you over.

“Jack, you don’t have to-“

“I don’t have to do anything, I want to though.” He hummed as he started trailing kisses along your jaw and down your clothed torso.

“Lemme take care of you, remember?” And you nodded and let out a soft sigh as you felt your shirt being pushed up your thighs ever so lightly.

He settled between your legs, lifting your calves over his shoulders as he got a better view of your pussy. You felt Jack’s breathing against your lower tummy, right on the cusp of your mound, making your shiver.

He chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to your panty-clad pussy.

“Missed you.” He whispered as he traced the skin with his nose, taking in the scent that was you.

“Missed your smell,” he continued, his teeth biting the fabric of your baby pink thong, slowly dragging it down and off your legs.

Jack saw how incredibly wet you were, and it drove him mad. He spread your lips, your arousal glistening in the light, clit begging to be touched. He let out a soft tuft of air in awe of the beauty before him. Every soft curve, scar, freckle, dimple splayed across your skin were the most beautiful brush strokes of the painting that was you. Every whine, moan, giggle that fell from your mouth were perfect melodies to him.

You whined at his breath on your clit, silently begging him to make a move.

“P-Please baby, do something.” You pleaded.

“I got you mama, I got you,” Jack promised before leaning into you and licking a fat strip along your entrance.

“Oh fuck-“ you cried out, your hands burying themselves into his hair.

Jack had eaten you out before, but there was something different about this time. He had a type of insatiable hunger, you could feel it in his aura; and in the way he devoured your pussy.

Your hips jerked forward as Jack pressed his nose against your clit, a delicious sound to your ears as he continued to lap at you. You were paralyzed, in the best way- unable to do anything but let out cries and moans of euphoria.

“J-Jack,” you cried.

“You taste so fuckin good, you know that? Fuckin’ delectable,” Jack rambled. His pupils were blown out, his gaze never leaving yours as his thumb rubbed circles into your clit.”

“Jack, I-I can’t, I need to cum, please let me cum,” you begged.

“You wanna cum, hm? Wanna cum for Daddy?” Jack smirked as he kept his rhythm, filling you with two of his fingers.

You let out a gasp, teetering on the edge of bliss; and Jack was fully in control. Your orgasm was legitimately in his hands, and you loved it.

The pads of his fingers reached to tap that perfect spot in you, and all it took was for Jack to mouth and nip at your nipple, and you finally succumbed to him.

You bit into his shoulder as you cried out his name, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes as you raked your nails down his back.

“Good girl, my girl is such a good girl huh? So pretty when you cum for me.” Jack cooed in your ear, fingers still pressed up against your walls, his thumb continued to relentlessly rub your clit.

You let out a deep sob at the overstimulation, finally clawing at his shoulder to end his delicious torture.

Jack pulled his fingers out from you and sucked your release off of them, humming in delight. He then turned back to you and laid his full weight on you, kissing your cheeks repeatedly and whispering endless praise.

“You did so well baby. My sweet girl,” he babbled as he held you close to his chest.

Your mind was on fire, unable to string together a single sentence. You weren’t super responsive except for a few sighs and groans; but Jack understood. He laid there with you, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and cheek, petting your hair as he hummed a soft tune; waiting for you to come back to him.

You let out a giggle when he kissed the crook of your neck, making Jack pull his face out from you, his soft eyes searching for your warm ones.

“Hi.”

“Hey. You okay?” A small smile on his face as he rubbed his thumb along your collarbone.

“Yeah. I’m good. Really good.” You smiled back at him.

“Good.” He kissed your swollen pouty lips.

“Breakfast?” Jack questioned as he got out of bed, finding his shorts and pulling them back up.

“Didn’t you just eat?” You quipped, eyebrows raised teasingly.

“I’m still starving, but I figured I’d let my favorite meal cool off a bit.” He bantered with a smile.

“Breakfast sounds great.” You answered, still cozily wrapped up in the white sheets.

Jack took out his phone and snapped a pic of you in the bed.

“Hey!” You exclaimed.

“Hey!” Jack said, copying you.

You laid there with a pout before he leaned over and kissed you.

“Y’look too cute, I had too.” He said grinning as he leaned back up.

“Breakfast in 10, out on the veranda?” He asked walking towards the door of the bedroom.

“Veranda? I didn’t think you knew that word.” You joked.

“Hey, I read!” Jack huffed as he went to pull at your ankles, dragging you closer to the bed as you let out a squeal.

“You don’t know what my vocabulary looks like,”

“Don’t act like I didn’t see The BFG on your nightstand at your place last week.” You smiled.

“Don’t trash The BFG! It’s one of our greatest pieces of literature.”

“Can’t argue with that.” You hummed, your loving gaze matching his.

Jack smiled before pressing a kiss to your cheek and getting up to go order food.

——

Your feet padded against the cold tiles, walking up to the veranda where Jack was sat; food and colorful juices spread out across the table.

Jack grinned at you as you approached the table, still wrapped up in your bed sheets, looking like a baby deer who just woke up.

The two of you ate and talked about nothing and everything. Jack pulled you into his lap after a while, the two of you picking at fruit and watching the waves slowly sway in and the sun rising, warming the two of you.

That’s how the rest of the week went. Nothing but stolen kisses, soft moments of intimacy shared through cuddles, giggles and quality time (and a lot of fucking). You and Jack had made a pact to go skinny dipping every night, and every night one of you started to back out, only for the other to grab ahold and drag the two of you into the water. Jack would always try and tickle you while you swam, which you hated (loved), causing you to wraps your arms around his broad shoulders to stay afloat. He’d circle his arms around your waist, digging his face into the crook of your neck, taking in the intimacy of the moment every night, loving the connection that grew stronger between you two. During the day you’d build sandcastles together, sit in the sun (much to Jack’s dismay as he would get burnt if he sat outside too long; but he stuck it out so he could shamelessly ogle your glistening body in the tiny bikini you wore), nap together, play stupid drinking games among other things. Jack often snuck pictures of you; some of your reading, sleeping, random candids of you that he loved. One of his favorites was of you laying on your tummy at the beach, your skeleton spinal tattoo on display as you tanned your back, Jack’s hat partly covering your face as you napped. Of course he had others that were more… ‘cum splattered’ that he loved, but he loved this one particularly because of how relaxed you were. You trusted him, and he saw that.

You told him more about how school was going, and how you were soon ready to leave the nightlife and fully focus on your pediatric residency. Jack couldn’t help the warm smile from spreading on his face as he listened to you talk about working with kids. The unwavering light in your eyes as you told him about how the kids you encountered were silly and bright and curious, and how you loved to see them laugh as you used tactics to help get them through their checkups. He was in love with you, deeply so. He just didn’t know how to tell you yet; or if he should tell you. He needed a sign to show him you weren’t going to run from him. Little did he know, your feelings were more similar to his than he thought.

You couldn’t help but feel a childish joy with him, it was freeing. He made you feel free. So you made a decision, and you were gonna tell him about it tonight, the last night of your stay.

——

Jack told you he had made reservations at a restaurant in the area, and to be ready at 7. Though you slept in the same room and shared the villa, he wanted it to feel like a real date; one where he would pick you up at the front door with flowers, anticipation having been built leading up the date. So he got ready in a different room, and slipped out an hour before, leaving the place to you.

You dressed in a black silk knee length dress that perfectly accentuated your figure, the diamond tennis bracelet Jack had gifted you a while ago, and some black leather strappy heels. Your skin glowed against the materials, smooth and inviting. You took one final look before you heard knocking from the front door. You went to open it, and there stood Jack looking as handsome as ever. He wore a white button down, paired with a black blazer and his watch, along with the subtle diamond KY chain. His beard had been lined up, nails trimmed and glossed, and he smelled fucking amazing.

“Hi, beautiful.” His deep voice enveloping you in a euphoric hug, you swore you could feel your heartbeat in your clit.

Jack felt the same, unbeknownst to you. His eyes devoured you from head to toe, he almost didn’t want to blink, afraid he’d miss a single angle of you. He willed his dick to not get hard as his eyes roamed the plushness of your skin, the way your chest heaved as your own eyes studied him.

“These are for you.” He stretched his hand out as you accepted the bouquet of white lilies. You grinned and thanked him, and before you could even ask where to put them, you noticed there was a vase full with water on the table by the door. You grinned, biting your lip before letting a laugh out, as Jack had already anticipated your move.

He laughed along with you as you put them in the vase.

“Ready?” He grinned, offering his arm for you to take.

“As ever.” You beamed up at him, gently pulling a curl and watching it bounce back.

You arrived at the restaurant, and were in complete awe of the view. It overlooked the beach at a distance, the colorful flora and fauna leading from the mainland and slowly dispersed as it neared the water.

“Jack, this is so beautiful.”

“I know.” You turned to look at him, but he was already looking at you; a soft look on his face as he admired you.

He guided you to your table, pulling out your chair for you and kissing your cheek before he sat down in his own chair. You ordered drinks, and as the waiter left to fetch them and give you time to look over the menu, Jack intertwined your hands and rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

He hummed as he flipped through the menu. The both of you sneaking glances at eachother, giggling like teenagers. You got your drinks and ordered food, sipping at your chilled wine as you embraced the last bit of warmth as the sun began to set. You ate your meals, continuing to share laughs and stories, it was like you’d known eachother for years. The waiter cleared your plates and you ordered a slice of chocolate cake to share.

“I kinda wanted to talk to you about something,” Jack started off. “Hold on,” he stood up and draped his blazer over you, having noticed you started to shiver as the wind took up slightly.

“Me too actually,” you told him as he returned to his seat.

“Oh?” He inquired, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, but you go first.” You told him.

“Oh- um, yeah okay,” he fidgeted with his PG ring, nerves taking over.

You took his hands in yours, giving them a small squeeze as you gave him a gentle encouraging smile.

That made his nerves disappear. Just a look at your face, the sound of your voice, the smell of your hair, the gentle touch of your palm, it made him calm. You made him calm. Fearless. Like he could do any and everything as long as you were next to him.

“This week has been one of the best weeks of my life. These past few months have been the best months of my life,” he started. Your heart began to swell as you anticipated what he was going to say.

“And I don’t wanna ruin it by saying something too… big, but I know it’ll eat me alive if I don’t tell you how I feel, Cin.” He exhaled, clutching your hands a little tighter.

“Wait-“ you interrupted him.

Jack’s heart stopped. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He knew he shouldn’t have even tried to bring it up, he should’ve swallowed feelings.

“Y/N.” You told him.

“What?” Jack questioned, confused by what you meant.

“Y/N. That’s my name- my real name. Y/N.” You peered up at him from your lap.

His heart started beating again, rapidly so, but in an anxious way, no - this time he felt ecstatic. He felt the electricity run through his veins, he felt fucking giddy. He felt like he was floating, he could’ve sworn you could see the warm ball of light radiating from his chest.

“Y/N,” he smiled, feeling the way your name felt in his mouth. He loved it. “Y/N.” He repeated, as you smiled back at him. He had asked for a sign, and fuck if it wasn’t the most perfect one.

“I want something with you, Y/N. Whatever you want, whatever you’re willing to give me, you can decide- but I know that I want this, I want you. I- I love you.” He exhaled.

“A-And don’t feel pressured to say it, I just wanted you to know-“ Jack babbled before you cut him off.

“I love you too, Jack. I love you.” You told him, eyes welling up with tears that threatened to fall.

“Yeah? For real?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, forreal forreal,” you chuckled, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Think I’ve known for a while now. I was scared of how I felt, all the feelings were so… big.” You continued. “But I know that I love you. You make me feel light, and safe, and free. And I haven’t felt that in a really long time.” You laughed, a tear finally falling.

Jack smiled and stood up, walking up next to you and leaned down, bringing you into a loving kiss, wiping the stray tear away.

“So you’re mine?”

“I’m yours.” You replied.

“Fuck yes.” He whispered, pulling you up and bringing you into another passionate kiss. He twirled you around, making you giggle before he brought you into a hug.

“I love you, so so much Y/N.” He took your face in his hands.

“I love you too Jack. So much.” You voice hitched as he kissed you again.

Jack had never hated keys as much as he had in this very moment.

He was struggling to get it into the lock, as he was heavily distracted by you tugging at his earlobe with your teeth, your legs tightening around his waist as your hips rutted against him.

He was painfully hard, his cock begging to be released from the constraints of his dress pants. He almost wanted to throw all caution to the wind and fuck you in the doorway, he was so desperate to be close to you in this moment, but you deserved a proper bed and the right setting for your declaration of love.

He finally got the door open, dramatically huffing and you giggled in his ear, your hand finding solace in his hair, raking your nails against his scalp which made Jack moan into your mouth.

He kicked the door closed behind him, stumbling into your shared room, gently laying you down onto the bed. He stood back up, the two of you panting hard, eyes never leaving eachother. The tension, although thick, dissipated from pure raw lust, to a comforting, softer, loving need.

It was silent, but both of your smiles made the room loud. The wine you had warmed your cheeks up, and you couldn’t contain your childish giggles, which made Jack chuckle himself. He thought you looked so unbelievably adorable, his blazer too many sizes too big and swallowing you up. But you looked at him with what he could only imagine his own face looked like; in love.

Jack crawled on top of you, holding his weight off by balancing on his forearms as he hovered over you.

“My pretty girl.” He hummed as his thumb caressed your face.

He brought his forehead to yours, noses just barely brushing against eachother.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You whispered back.

Jack smiled before standing back up as he began to unbutton his shirt, discarding it on the floor.

You shucked his jacket off, and reached to fiddle with the zip on your back before Jack’s voice stopped you.

“Can I-“ he uttered. You looked up at him, eyes urging him to continue.

“I wanna do it. Let me do it, please?”

You nodded, laying back as he got undressed down to his briefs, took his and your shoes off, and then came back to hover over you.

He kissed you tenderly, savoring every second, and kissed down your neck. He licked and sucked on that sweet spot on your neck, a moan falling from your lips as you arched into Jack.

“So beautiful…” Jack mumbled against your neck, his arms reaching around your back to unzip your dress. He pulled the straps down your arms, shimmying the dress down your legs.

His eyes practically rolled out of his head when he saw you were only wearing a red thong.

“No bra?” He managed to ask, his hands wandering on their own, brushing up against the underside of your breasts.

“The dress looked better without it.” You shrugged.

“I’m gonna burn all the bras you own, no need for ‘em.” Jack mumbled as his thumbs rubbed into your nipples. “Gotta have easy access, right?” He coaxed, his mouth latching on to your soft breast.

“Oh fuck-“ you gasped. His mouth was glorious, sucking and mouthing at your tits, switching on and off from one to the other, one nipple always being pulled on or pinched between his index finger and thumb. Jack swirled his tongue over your nipple, his teeth lightly grazing it before he went to create more hickeys along your chest.

Jack kissed down your torso, biting and nipping at your skin here and there, before his fingers tugged at the waistband of your thong.

“Please.” You nodded at him, giving him the all clear to which he leaned down and plucked the fabric with his teeth, pulling them off your body.

Jack lifted your leg, resting your ankle on his shoulder as he kissed up your calf, licking up your inner thigh before he was met with your glistening pussy.

“Mine.” He growled.

“Yours.” You confirmed with a breathy whine.

Jack nudged his nose against your puffy clit, inhaling the sweet scent that was you.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, a puff of air landing hot on your lips, making you clench your core.

His tongue delved into your wet hole, the feeling of his wet muscle against your pussy making you cry out in pleasure. You bucked your hips into his face, making Jack chuckle, the vibration making you gasp. His muscled arms wrapped around your thighs, holding your hips down as he continued his pleasurable assault on your aching pussy.

“Fuck Jack, yes! Oh my god-“ your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape and unable to close. Your toes curled and you dragged them up his back as you writhed into the sheets.

Jack replaced his tongue with his fingers, wanting to reach that perfect spot in you. “You taste so fucking good, peach.” He gnawed at your hip bone before pressing a kiss and returning to your clit.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck- I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, eyes furrowed shut, awaiting the crash of your orgasm. But it never came.

Your eyes shot open and you lifted yourself up on your forearms.

“Jack? What the hell.” You pouted. “I was about to cum.” You narrowed your eyes.

“I know baby, but I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He hummed, the raspiness in his voice more prominent. He climbed back up to you, face covered in your slick. You moaned as you kissed him, tasting yourself on him, with him, you tugged at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Wanna see you lose yourself on my cock for the first time, as my girlfriend.” He groaned as he rolled his hips into yours, your slick creating a damp patched against his clothed hard-on.

“Off, take them off already Jack.” Your foot attempted to push his briefs down.

“Okay baby, I got you.” He kissed you a few times before bending down to slide his briefs off. Jack settled between your legs, sliding his cock up and down, between your folds, his creamy tip bumping against your clit each time.

Jack felt your nails dig into his back and he hadn’t even slid into you yet, but he couldn’t blame you, he was aching to be inside you.

He tapped his cock against your clit a few more times, making you mewl and curl further into him. He finally pressed his thick head at your entrance, slowly thrusting into you, inch by inch. He felt you exhale and relax into his arms as he bottomed out, a dazed look on your face as he kissed your cheek. He laid there, balls pressed against your ass, still, enjoying the intimacy. Quiet except for eachother’s breathing, he felt your energies intertwining, like you became one.

“I love you.” You whispered, pressing a kiss beneath his ear.

He smiled into your neck.

“I love you.” He said whispered back, before beginning to move, slowly thrusting in and out, working you open.

“Fuck you feel so good,” He grunted, your walls tightly sucking in his cock. You clenched, tightening your hold on him, and he moaned, biting your shoulder.

He felt your essence leak down your ass, the shlick! sound created by the two of you amplified, and Jack picked up his speed a bit.

“Jack! Oh my fucking god,” you cried out, his thrusts harder and more intentional now, his yummy damp matted coarse curls rubbing against your clit had you raking your acrylics into his back; any concerns about bleeding or scarring left for tomorrow’s worries.

“You take me so well baby, doing so good,” he praised as he pressed your knees to your chest, your calves on his shoulders, thus allowing his tip to kiss your cervix, which made you drool.

“Does that feel good, princess? Yeah?” Jack talked you through it. His pace never faltered, keeping steady, his thumb inching back to its home on your clit as the sound of skin slapping and moans filled the hot room. You cried out his name in response, your mind a hazy fog, you were enveloped in him. His smell, his feel, his voice, you were intoxicated and never wanted to get sober.

“Ja-Jack..” your voice hitched, letting out a pleasure filled sob.

“What do you want? Tell me, use your words baby,” Jack encouraged, his mouth back on your neck, slowing and grinding his pelvis into your clit.

“W- want,” you shuddered in euphoria.

“Hm? C’mon you can do better than that, come on,” he urged you, mouthing at your tits, spreading his saliva across your pebbled nipples, nipping at them slightly with his teeth.

“Want you to cum in me,” you groaned, rutting your hips against his.

“Are you sure?” Jack asked, his thrusts slowing to a stop.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want it so bad, Jack.” You pouted, writhing against him, bringing him back for a sloppy needy kiss.

“Please give it all to me, wanna be filled to the brim with you.” You whined, and Jack nodded, fucking into you at a determined speed.

“I fucking love you, Y/N.” Jack growled as he reached the edge of his orgasm.

That broke the dam that held your orgasm. The grip your legs had around Jack tightened as you brought him deeper into you, and Jack pinched and pulled at your nipples, biting your neck as he grinded against your clit, maximizing your pleasure.

“I love you, I fucking love you Jack, I love you,” you babbled, tears falling from the corners of your eyes as you pressed him closer against your chest. The connection you felt was overwhelming, but so warm.

Your walls twitched, suffocating Jack’s cock in the most delicious way, making his hips stutter into yours as he came.

“Fuckfuckfuck, oh god-“ he moaned as ropes and ropes of cum filled you excessively, leaking from your tiny hole. Jack relaxed into you, resting his full weight against you, pulling your legs down to the side so he could lay on you. You laid there breathing in eachother, silent again, no words necessary as everything that wanted to be said, was felt by the both of you. You nuzzled into his neck, your hands returning to their righteous home, Jacks curls. He groaned as your nails raked at his scalp again, making him twitch in overstimulation in your hold; the last drop of cum spurting into you as he pressed his pelvis against yours one last time.

You stayed like that for a while, neither of you wanting to move just yet. This time it was you humming a soft tune as Jack had done for you a few times before, helping you ground yourself back to him.

After a few minutes you felt him turn his head to lay on your chest, his hands clutching at your sides, having wrapped his arms around you to keep you close to him.

“Hi, pretty.” You said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Hi, baby.” He responded contently, exhaling a deep sigh.

“You good?”

“Never felt better in my life.” He let out a chuckle.

“You?”

“Same.” You smiled.

“Wish we could stay like this forever, feels so right being with you like this. In you, like this.” He spoke. “But, I gotta pull out now, okay?” You nodded, pressing a soft peck to him before he got up. Jack slid out, and his cum leaked out onto your ass, all over your inner thighs, and down to the sheets.

Jack couldn’t help himself but to smear some of the cum against your sensitive clit.

“Jack..” you whined, your legs folding in on eachother.

“Couldn’t resist, sorry baby.” He kissed your tummy before getting up to get a warm cloth to clean you up. He came back and wiped you up, before holding his hands out for you to take ahold of.

“Legs don’t work.” You told him, refusing to even attempt to get up.

“Okay, Angel. No problem.” He laughed as he took you into his arms, carrying your to the bathroom. He let you pee in private as he called room service for fresh sheets. The quickly arrived and Jack took the fresh ones as they took the soiled ones in a laundry bag. He came back to you and carried you back to the bed, fresh sheets now on.

“I feel so bad for the people who have to clean our sheets.” You groaned in embarrassment while Jack laughed.

“They’ll be fine, I’m sure they’ve dealt with this plenty times before.” He assured you, pulling you to lay on his chest, kissing your hair and tracing aimless patterns on your back.

You hiked your leg up and around Jack’s waist, nuzzling into his chest before letting out a deep satisfied sigh.

“Sleep, baby.” Jack hummed, and you nodded.

“Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Love you.” You mumbled.

He smiled. He couldn’t believe he was here with the girl he dreamed of, with her telling him she loves him. That electric giddy feeling flooded his veins again.

“Love you too Y/N.” He told her. He felt her smile into his skin, before her breathing evened out, falling asleep, with Jack not far behind her.

To be continued…

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sasa-writes-fandom-things · 1 year ago

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I WANT MY CAKE AND EAT IT TOO

Pairing: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order/Survivor Games

Warnings: fluff, teasing on both sides, somewhat canon with the game, not proof read

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: Since I made some cake the other night this idea was stuck in my head. First time writing for this redhead and the other characters might not be acting in canon but I couldn’t care less. My new obsession is strong with me. hehe

Synopsis: A special day demands some special celebration or the time Cal had a proper birthday party with cake and presents.

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A whirl of lights smudged with the pitch black of the galaxy flew past the sturdy cockpit of the Mantis. It has been almost a year since you’ve joined this strange crew, you now call family. The engine propelled the ship through hyper speed, unyielding in its path but due to its age - and the fights you’ve all been in - the metal groaned somewhat comfortably in the mix of passing stars and clusters.

You enjoyed those quite moments, when everyone tended to their own things and you were left alone. Normally you would be in the cockpit, reading and just absorbing the moaning of the metal and the gentle rattle of the ship, but not today. Today you could be found in the ships kitchen. Rummaging through the cabinets in search for the right ingredients. Cooking was something you enjoyed back when your world was still whole, but since the Empire crashed yours, standing behind a stove became a rare event. You were occupied with staying alive. This changed since you joined Cal and the rest of the crew. They were very appreciative of your cooking talents and it felt right - normal - to cook for the people you care about.

Tonight was no difference, so nobody would question you going about your business in the kitchen. Whipping up some delicious meal. “Krift!” You exclaimed, you were out of eggs. Disappointed you nibbled at your lower lip. Changing the recipe in your head already. “Guess I have to make due without them.” You muttered to yourself and shrugged. A curious leader peaked through the corner accompanied by curious beeps from his trustworthy companion. “Smells good as always, (Y/N).” Cal beamed at you with his boyish grin. A hand crept ever closer to the mixing bowl. “Hands off.” You scoffed and swatted his hand away. “It’s not ready yet” you explained lightly, amused that he tried it every time. “Busted as always.” BD chirped excited and peeked into the bowl too. “Can’t wait.” And with one last longing look into the bowl the redhead left you to it. You shook your head with a disbelieved grin on your face.

Some time had passed and the crew of the Mantis was gathered in the kitchen area. You finished your cooking not long ago and now Gabs was helping you setting the table. It wasn’t dinner time but the crew came to learn that you liked to have a midnight snack so like clockwork they made their way into the kitchen every night. “Let’s see what our skilled chef will dish out today!” Bravo clapped his hands together in anticipation. “You’ll have to wait a bit until everyone is here.” Gabs reminded her friend with a stern voice. “Not fair, I’m craving a nice midnight snack and look it’s past midnight already.” You tuned out their typical banter when Gabs reprimanded him again about patience.

On the kitchen counter hidden from the rest of the crew, stood a freshly baked cake. With skillful hands you were putting down some finishing touches. When you and Gabs had have one of your seldom girls nights, you got a bit melancholic - you blamed the strong booze for that. It has been years since you celebrated any birthday, not only your own. You missed the cake, the presents and the get together. Gabs, who wasn’t immune to the effect of the alcohol, put an arm around your shoulder, raised her glass dangerously high and yelled. “Let’s have a birthday party for Cal. Bet he didn’t had have one either.” It so happen to be his birthday today and you loved the giddy feeling, when you thought about his reaction.

“Cal, you coming? Midnight snack’s ready.” You called out for the Jedi. He was in the back, tinkering at either his lightsaber or BD. “Coming, just finishing something up.” It took a couple of minutes for him, but the look on his face when he entered the dimly lit kitchen was worth the wait. In preparation, you handed each one a sparkler and dimmed the lights so the crackle of lights could be seen better. A few emotions washed over his face when he saw his friends gathered in a somewhat celebratory setting. You noticed how the faint sparkle glistened in his green eyes and you could’ve sworn that they glazed over, when he heard why you did this.

“Happy birthday, pal!”

BD beeped cheerfully and hopped from one food onto the other, a little celebration dance, wishing his friend a happy birthday in his own way. The table was set with small plates, forks and in the middle throned a delicious cake with candles and frosting. “Come come, you need to blow out the candles.” Gabs was as excited as if it was her birthday. She hurried the redhead to his seat. “Close your eyes, make a wish and blow them out.” Cal had already closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, when Gabs interrupted again. “Oh wait.” He opened one eye, holding his breath. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone what you wished for. Otherwise it won’t come true.” Cal looked at her, one eyebrow raised and his breath still hold. “She’s done now.” You saved him from passing out, because Gabs just stared at him, waiting. You snorted involuntarily, she was one to lecture Bravo about patience.

The lights of all candles had gone out with a single blow. Everyone cheered and clapped. You removed the candles from the cake and proceeded to cut it into slices. “Birthday boy first.” You said with a stern voice but with a warm smile, when Bravo was complying again, that he wanted some too. The last slices of cake were put away, the table was cleaned, presents had been hand over and for the rest of the night you all retorted to your own quarters.

Cal was beyond happy and grateful for this little break of the status quo. He was tinkering again at his workbench with an absentminded smile on his face, when you searched for him. “Careful, this happy mood might stick around.” You joked when you stood behind him and placed your hands around his neck. He turned in your embrace and kissed your nose affectionately. “Thank you.” You nudged his nose with yours and stepped closer to him - relishing in his warm presence. “Anytime. But I can’t take all the credit. It was Gabs idea, initially.” You admitted matter of factly. “Then I should thank her too.”

“Hopefully not the same way as you’re gonna thank me.” You smirked up at him with a glint of mischief in your eyes. “Who knows, maybe she’s up for it.” He teased you with this boyish grin you came to love. You loosened your grip around his neck, as if you wanted to break free. “Maybe Bravo wants to have some more cake then.” His grip around your waist tightened and he squeezed the flesh there warningly. “You started it. Don’t forget that, Kestis.” You cocked your head up and closed the distance between your lips. “I’m going to make it up to you.” He mumbled before he leaned into the kiss and reciprocated it.

“You’ve never had cake before?” You shrieked a bit too loud. Your lover shook his head and pursed his lips. “Maybe I did, when I was younger, but I can’t remember it anymore.” You scooted closer to him on your shared bed. You contemplated bringing up his old crew, not wanting to ruin the light hearted mood. As if he read your mind, he continued. “We celebrated birthdays… with Cere and the others… “his voice trailed off and his gaze became distant. “But not with self made cake, hm.” You added quietly. His thoughts returned to the present and his eyes focused on you again. “No, not with that. And besides I don’t think Greez could’ve beat you in baking.” He quipped lovingly. “Stopp schmoozing me up. You’ve got your cake and ate it too.”

#sasa writes #star wars survivor #cal kestis x y/n #cal kestis x reader

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wellthebardsdead · 6 months ago

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Falûne: *staring at the huge spread of food laid out before the group as flaming fists, harpers and refugees gather in and take their share* Miss Aura made all of this??

Halsin: Oh yes, she hasn’t lost her touch for feeding an army and feeding them well. A whole century and it still looks and smells just as I remember. When it was her turn to cook, the whole grove would gather outside the kitchen hoping to be first to get a bite.

Falûne: I-I can tell, it looks amazing, I… *looks at his empty plate before scooping a little portion of each onto it, only for Aura to appear and pile his plate up high* Ah?? B-but the others-

Aura: There’s enough for everyone honey. There’s a lot of folks depending on you staying alive and you’re no good to us starved. *pats his hair and walks over to join Halsin at their table*

Falûne: *nervously looks at his plate seeing more food than he’d ever dream of having in one day never mind one meal* gods what I’d give for a halfling stomach right now…

*half an hour later*

Aura: h-honey are you alright?

Falûne: *nearly in tears trying to clean his plate* hnnn

Gale: Ah, don’t mind him, hes improved a great deal since we first met, he was thin as a rake and content with eating cold porridge or leftovers.

Aura: what?!

Karlach: aye, the fancy pants priests at his cloister made him eat all alone an only after they were done eating. Even though he was the one cooking the food.

Astarion: his blood was tragically thin when I had my first feed but since he’s been well fed by our dear Gale it’s improved greatly~

Aura: *glares at him before looking at Lûne and gently taking the plate away* honey it’s alright, whatever you don’t eat I’ll give to your furry companions. *looks to scratch and the owlbear* you’re not going to be in trouble if you don’t finish it.

Falûne: *looking more green than blue as he sits there regretting the last several bites* I’m already being punished- nobody touch me- I’ll pop.

#the boy was not prepared for mothers cooking #aura Tav #Aura Elmsong #Aura oc #Falûne Tav #Falûne oc

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hannahssimblr · 1 year ago

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Chapter Ten (Part 3)

We go to a trendy little bar with eclectic decor like clothing mannequins with lampshades for heads, and bowler hats hanging from the ceiling. In the beer garden there is a decommissioned Dublin Bus that’s been turned into a tiny pizza kitchen, the cooks dealing food out through a hole that’s been carved in the side. I smirk at Dean as we carry our drinks out into the yard and take a seat on a vintage leather couch.

“You feel like a pizza?” I ask him, and he snorts. “Hardly. If you knew how many pizzas I eat in a week you’d get sick.”

“That’s Primo pizza though.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He leans back into the soft cushions and rests his ankle onto his knee. The places where he’s almost-but-not-quite in contact with me are alive with tingles like my skin is yearning for more of the touch he gave me earlier. I resist the urge to scoot any closer to him because despite the feelings my body is getting, I’m still slightly terrified of the prospect of anything actually happening between us. I convince myself that it would be bizarre and weird and that I wouldn’t ever want it.

“I remember someone asked me before, if I could choose one food to eat every day for the rest of my life, what would it be?” He says. “And actually, I said pizza. Pizza was a big treat for me and I wanted it every single day.”

“Well, your wish came true.”

“Yeah, and it’s actually a bloody curse, it turns out.”

I laugh. “Well you know you could just bring food from home.” This makes him look at me incredulously and he says “I’m hardly going to bring a packed lunch into work with me when there’s free food there.”

“Is that embarrassing? To have a packed lunch?”

He chuckles. “I suppose it isn’t, just the idea of doing it is weird.”

“So when you don’t want pizza, what do you do?”

“I smoke for my break.”

I snort. “Do you ever get tired of being edgy?”

He turns his body towards me, an amused look on his face. “You’re saying that you’d like, make sandwiches and put them in a lunchbox and bring them into work with you?”

“Yes!”

“And a little yoghurt and a Pink Lady apple and all?”

“Why is this so strange to you?” I laugh. “Didn’t you ever bring a packed lunch anywhere?”

“No.”

“What about in primary school?”

“No!” He insists. “I went to one of them schools for disadvantaged children. They give you all your meals there in school if there’s nobody at home who’s going to make them for you.”

“Oh.”

He leans across me to put his glass onto the table, which is actually a stack of old suitcases, beside me. “My ma works mad hours so she was never home to make meals. Did you not know I was povo?”

“You can’t say povo.”

“I can say povo. I was.”

“So you grew up…?”

“On the north side.”

“…In the flats?”

He snorts. “No. Not in the flats. We had a house. Have a house, obviously. My ma still lives there. It’s fine, everyone acts like it’s a shithole, but the people up there are real honest, salt of the earth kind of people. They work hard and they do their best with what they have.”

“I’ve never been very far north.” I admit.

“Never gone to Ikea, no?”

“No.”

“Well that’s all there is, in fairness.”

“That can’t be all there is.”

“Right, we have a mattress shop and a Tesco.”

“Sounds like it wasn’t the most lively place to grow up in.”

“No, I mean, it was alright like. It’s all I knew so it’s not like I was aware about what I was missing out on. We knew that somewhere down the south side there were other kids who had things that we didn’t, but back then, I dunno. You can’t really miss what you don’t have. It was fine.”

“Was it just you and your mother?”

“I have an older brother and a younger sister too.”

“Where was your dad?”

“Back then? Off. Somewhere. I don’t know, doing dodgy shit. Now he’s dead, so…” He trails off and gets this guarded look in his eye, hands fidgeting in his lap and I regret asking.

“I’m sorry.” I say.

“It’s grand.”

“When did he die?”

“July.”

“Oh, no. That must be really hard.”

He reaches over me again to grab his glass and he takes a long drink from it. “It’s not hard because he’s dead, it’s hard because of the will and all that legal shite.” He corrects himself: “Lack of a will. I wish we didn’t have to deal with it. His family…” He trails off and just shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter.”

“We don’t have to talk about it.”

“What about you then? How fucked up is your family?”

“A little. Do you really want to trade sad stories?”

“No, I just wanted to talk about something else.” He readjusts himself on the couch again. I’ve noticed that he’s very fidgety, and it kind of makes it hard to relax around him. “What’s up with Marnie anyway?” He asks me. “You know why she acts like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. She kind of has these intense moments sometimes.”

“Hm. It wasn’t anything to do with that stupid question Fiona asked me, you don’t think?”

“Why, you think she fancies you?”

“Hm. Dunno.” He shifts again and his knee presses into mine. It feels deliberate and I don’t move away from him. “I don’t think I’m exactly her type, do you?”

“She usually dates ugly nerds.” I say, and immediately regret my choice of words because it sounds so cruel and I never wanted to be one of those people, but a smile creeps over his face and he rests his arm along the back of the couch as his eyes watch my face carefully. “So you’re saying you don’t think I’m ugly?”

“I’m saying nothing. I’m being very neutral.” I declare, and then casually he brings his fingers to brush my hair away from my forehead.

“You’re getting rid of the fringe.” He murmurs, his breath feathering over my cheek, and I’m fixed to the spot for a moment, staring intensely, directly into his eyes, which I notice are actually golden brown in the centre and ringed in bright green rather than a solid hazel colour.

“Yes.” I say. “It was annoying, it took so much work to make it look nice so I’ve been growing it out.”

“You look better without it.”

“I thought guys liked girls who had fringes. Doesn’t it make them more approachable?”

“You think you’re intimidating without?”

“No, I don’t think I’m ever intimidating, unfortunately.”

He seems to consider this. “Maybe not. You wish you were?”

“I wish I was an entirely different person with a completely different set of traits, honestly.” I blurt out, and it makes him laugh. “Like what?”

“One of the main ones being that I wish I was able to tell people what I really thought about them.”

“Who would you tell? Marnie I bet.”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“Who else?”

I sigh. “So many people, I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I feel like I’ve never told anybody what I really feel about them. Ever. Do you think that’s pathetic?”

“What do you think about me?”

A zing shoots up my body from where his leg is touching mine. “Well, I don’t know you very well. I couldn’t make a judgement.”

“That’s a lie.” He says. “You made a hundred judgements of me before we even knew each other.”

“Well okay, I thought that you were arrogant and mean and full of yourself, and that you were purposefully trying to tear down my art to make yourself look better…”

“Right, nice. And now?”

“Now I… I suppose I think you’re alright. I came around.”

Slowly, he leans in towards me with his gaze fixed to mine and my entire belly erupts in butterflies. I lean backwards into the cushions of the sofa very aware of how easy it would be for him to kiss me…

But he doesn’t. He just puts his glass onto the table again, but I’m certain he can read my racing thoughts through my eyes, either that or hear the way that my heart is banging in my chest because his brow curls curiously when he passes back over again and leans back into his seat.

There’s something about the way that he looks at me that isn’t like the way anybody else has ever done it. It’s like there’s something in his gaze… or missing from it perhaps. It’s so hard to put my finger on the strange, heightened feeling I get when I’m around him, something that makes my pulse quicken and the blood rush through my body, but it isn’t in the same way that I’m used to feeling around other people.

I clear my throat. “Well, what about me then? What did you think about me when you met me and what do you think about me now?”

“When I saw you first I thought you were hot, and now, I still think you’re hot.” He sits back waiting to see what I think about that.

“Thank you.” I say, beginning to fidget more and more now as he seems to become more still. “So did you really mean what you said back in that pub, that you’d choose me if you had to?”

“Yeah. Did you think I was lying?”

“Well yeah, I kind of assumed it was a wind-up.”

He rests his forehead on his fist. “Do you really not know that you’re good looking?”

“You’re not really meant to say whether you think you are or not.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause it’s arrogant.”

“So you have to wait for someone else to tell you, is it?”

“Sure.”

“Well, you’re hot, so there.”

I blush, my palms are sweaty now and I clench them by my sides where I hope he won’t see them, and he does that thing again, the thing he did on New Year’s Eve, where he lets his eyes run down my body slowly and then back up again and some sort of explosion happens inside me. I know that he can see the way that my shoulders are moving with my breath, there’s no way that he can’t, my feelings are written all over me.

He lets out this low laugh. “Do you want me to start kissing you now?” He asks me.

I swallow. “Yeah.”

Slowly, he leans in close and closes the gap between us by catching my lower lip between his and eases me back into the soft couch cushions behind me. My breath shudders against his lips, and carefully I run my hands up his arms and interlace them around his neck. His breath warms my cheek as he presses me further into the cushion. He’s sweet, like the vodka tonics he’s been drinking all evening and I like the way that it tastes. My hands start to tangle in his hair as his hands slowly roam my body, down the sides of my ribs and my hips and resting there, and I’ve all but forgotten we’re in a public place until he draws away from me suddenly and the bar comes back into focus behind him.

“Happy?” He says, and I nod.

“Good. Can I do it again?”

“Uh huh.”

Then he slides a hand behind my neck and he does.

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