#Jack Blaylock

[karatekels]

KarateKels Story Masterlist

Hi everyone! I’ve decided to (finally) get my act together and make a masterlist post for all the requests/stories I’ve done so far. I’m going first by character, then adding Dark Desires October and TIGmas posts for if you’re looking for a ~vibe~. Links that have a * indicate the presence of smut, for if you just want to get to the good stuff! 😉

(I'll be going through these posts and updating them slowly when I can't bring myself to write, so if you see anything that needs fixing or you want to suggest ways to make this... less of a clusterfuck, please feel free to let me know!)

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Currently Writing:

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1. Cold Outside (a Jack Blaylock x Reader fic for TIGmas #12 - sorry for taking FOREVER, @babylonianqueenie; I'm really struggling to make this good!)

2. Solar Flare (a Jan Valek x OC fic)

Note: I am taking requests, but seeing that some of them are around a year old at this point, note that it may be awhile! I'm not planning on starting any of my own projects or theme-months until I clear out most of what I have, and thank you all for your patience!

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Terry Silver:

Silver Seduction: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3* | Part 4* | Part 5* | Part 6*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is the older sister of Jessica Andrews and has taken it upon herself to make sure young Daniel LaRusso stays safe after Jessica returns to Ohio. This includes accompanying him to seek out the training offered by Sensei Terry Silver and learning a few moves yourself from the handsome older man. When his true intentions are discovered, you completely cut him off, but he isn’t willing to let you go so easily. (Reader is in her 20s)

Chef’s Kiss: Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is dragged to a charity event by her parents where she meets Terry Silver. They discover that they have a mutual acquaintance, Daniel LaRusso, and Reader joins Danny at the dojo as she grows closer to Terry. Wanting to surprise him one day, she catches Terry relishing Daniel’s torture – now Terry has to make her see reason. (Reader is in her 20s)

Deluge: Part 1

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You get stranded in the rain trying to make your way to Terry’s place for Valentine’s Day, but Terry comes to your rescue, professing his love for you and taking you to his home where you belong.

An Honest Man: Part 1 | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You meet Terry at a party and aren’t impressed by his smarmy exterior, making him determined to win you over. Colluding with your easily wooed coworker, he talks you into a date and slowly seduces his way past your timid, untrusting nature.

Payment Plan: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader sees Terry training in the Cobra Kai dojo while on her way to work and develops a crush on him. They finally meet face-to-face and Terry invites her inside for a free lesson.

Bath Toy: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry takes a business call while playing with you in the bath but is interrupted by you not being able to keep quiet. To make up for the inconvenience, you let him use you underwater while he goes about his business.

Cat & Mouse: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is a rising star at Dynatox and has caught the eye of the boss himself. Despite being the Terry Silver, however, you adamantly reject his advances, forcing him to take more drastic measures to help you see reason. The two of you engage in a game of cat and mouse that culminates the night of a gala celebrating Dynatox’s successes.

Discipline Training: Part 1* | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry comes home early from a work trip and catches you touching yourself without his permission. He decides to punish train you in the third 'D': Discipline.

All's Fair: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader has been dating Terry for awhile, and he's been patient. When she surprises him with a date at their local funfair, he thinks she'll be willing to finally make their relationship physical. At the top of the ferris wheel, he makes his move. Dubcon.

Unjust Reward:Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Daniel warns Reader that Terry is nothing but trouble, and she tries to avoid him, but when she's being chased by a group of men she turns to Terry's dojo for help. He swoops in to save the day, but it turns out he was just saving her for himself. Non-con.

Clear as Mud: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You’ve tried to get Terry to open up about his time in Vietnam on more than one occasion, and while he’s been doing his best to help you understand, he ultimately decides that the best way to help you is to put you through something similar, hunting you in the middle of a forest at sunset.

What You Do To Me: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You and Terry have been together for quite awhile now and he is crazy about you. Before he can tell you that he loves you, he decides to test your loyalty by seeing how you respond to another man trying to seduce you at a gala. Once you pass his test with flying colours, he sneaks away with you to confess his love, and shows you just what it’s like to have his full devotion…

Turtle Doves: Part 1 | Part 2

(KK3 Cobra Husbands - Terry/Reader/John) It’s your first Christmas spent with both Terry and John, and everyone is nervous about what to give the others. While you’re confident in Terry’s (often overwhelming) love for both you and John, as well as your own feelings for both men, you’re still unsure of John’s feelings for you with the spirit of Betsy still a looming presence in everyone’s mind.

Songbird: Part 1*

(Terry through the ages) A series of snippets of Terry and his wife in the 90s, 00s and the present. Reader is a singer at the bar that Terry frequents as he hits rock bottom, and the two of you fall in love. Years later, the return of John Kreese into your husband’s live threatens to tear your marriage apart.

Lesson Learned: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is a student in Cobra Kai’s adult class and you and Sensei Silver are both clearly attracted to one another. After a month of teasing, Terry decides you’ve both waited long enough.

Strike First: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader and Sensei Silver have been eyeing each other during the dojo’s adult class for awhile now. While you never think it would escalate past flirting, Terry has had other plans, luring you to the dojo when no one is around so you two can get to know each other.

Prized Possession: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You accompany Terry to a charity event for the first time as a couple and he doesn’t appreciate the attention you receive from the other men in attendance. Upon returning home, he needs to make sure that you both know who you belong to.

As I Am: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You witness Terry and Daniel’s fight in Stingray’s apartment and desperately want him to lose control with you. Upon making you confess your desires, he gives you exactly what you need. Size kink.

A Better Offer: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) You are Daniel’s assistant at the dealership and a close family friend. When Terry drops by to gather information for his schemes, he decides to scoop you up and make Danny-Boy regret his mistreatment of you, giving you a dream opportunity: organizing the charity auction for Eva Garcia. The two of you develop feelings for one another as you work closely together, and as the events of the auction unfold, the tension between you reaches its boiling point.

Legacy: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry has fallen for the most promising student in his adult class, though she remains oblivious. Though he desperately wants to have her for himself, he fears rejection and settles for privately training her just to be close to her and build a legacy. Eventually, he runs out of things to teach her.

Fresh Start: Days 4 & 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Days 8 & 9* | Days 10 & 11 | Day 12-A | Day 12-B | Day 13-A* | Day 13-B* | Day 13-C | Day 14-A* | Day 14-B | Day 14-C

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is visiting LA for a few weeks and accidentally wanders onto the estate of Terry Silver, who immediately falls hard for the young woman. With only a few days to convince her to stay with him, he knows he has to pull out all the stops.

Scream for Me: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the "Fresh Start" universe! Reader makes the mistake of telling Terry that she can't believe he was ever scary, and certainly isn't that way now. Terry decides to teach her a lesson, hunting her in their own home until she admits that he is still very much something to be feared.

Wrapped in Red: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the “Fresh Start” universe! You and Terry are invited to a Christmas Eve charity gala by your rival for Terry’s affections, and you’re sick of having to endure her flirting with your man. Surprisingly, Victor has an idea that will make it certain who Terry Silver belongs to.

Eye of the Storm: Part 1* | To be continued…

(CK Terry x Reader) Trapped at the airport on Christmas Eve, Terry grows tired of seeing everyone around him with their families and loved ones, and impulsively decides to start a family of his own. Today. He sets his sights on you to get the job done, with you being none the wiser.

Guided Meditation: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry is fed up with your attitude lately, and decides to help you learn how to channel your pent up frustrations through more enjoyable pursuits... for him, anyway.

Party Favours: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You really don't want your birthday to be a big deal, but Terry is determined to strike the perfect balance, finding just the right way to spoil you...

The Steadfast Tin Soldier: Part 1*

(Twig Terry x Reader) Terry returns from Vietnam on Christmas Eve, and you are the first and only person he wants to see. After years without so much as a letter, you two try to get to know each other once again.

Cash Ewing (Black Friday/The Kidnapping):

Disorderly Conduct: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4* | Part 5 | Part 6

A dark, tragic fic. Reader is a cop who has been working at the same precinct as Cash for awhile, and gets the vibe that something is... off. Trusting her instinct, she follows him to an abandoned building one day and catches him in the act. Unfortunately, he also catches her, and keeps her as a hostage while he tries to figure out his next move. (Takes place before events of the movie)

Person of Interest: Part 1*

You and a friend attend your precinct's Christmas party; the first time you'll be seeing your coworkers since you went undercover almost a year ago. Rather than the happy reunion with your partner and friend Cash, he seems anything but happy to see you. Locked in the basement together, you call Cash out on his BS and finally confront him about his feelings and your own.

Jan Valek (Vampires):

Heirloom: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6*

An enemies to lovers fic with Jan Valek. Reader is Jack Crow's daughter and a vamp-hunter-in-training. When Valek attacks the old Catholic school where the Black Cross of Berziers is kept and discovers his nemesis’s daughter, he kidnaps her in hopes of using her to lure him out but finds himself falling for her instead.

Saturnalia: Part 1*

Valek catches your scent on the wind and plans to feed on you, but after a single conversation with you can’t bring himself to commit such an act. Instead, he plans to find you at your friend's Winter Solstice Masquerade to be close to you, even just for the night.

Solar Flare: Part 1 | In Progress...

As vampires become a growing problem and the number of Slayers dwindles, the Catholic Church decides to perform another ‘miracle’, attempting to create a weapon that will be able to find the despicable creatures in any and all shadows that they may hide. Similarly to the botched exorcism of Jan Valek, the experimental ceremony that Rose Hanlon undergoes doesn’t go exactly as intended, and she escapes the city with a set of abilities she doesn’t even understand.

Gus Travis (Black Point):

In Deep Water: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

A dark non-con with Gus Travis. Reader is an undercover cop who has gotten in with Gus's gang to get the dirt on him and Malcolm’s crime ring. Gus gets wind of your deception and decides to punish you - for lying, for making him fall for you, for everything.

Terry McCain (Excessive Force):

Yule-Tied: Part 1* | To be continued…

You manage to get Terry to swear off work for a whole week to come with you to visit your family in New York City for the holidays. He has (unsurprisingly) charmed his way into everyone’s good books, so you decide to reward him with an early Christmas present when you get back to your hotel room the night before Christmas Eve.

Jack Blaylock (Ulterior Motives):

Coming soon…

The TIGverse (stories with more than one TIG character):

The NSFW Alphabet: Part 1* | Part 2*

A character study for both KK3 Terry and CK Terry. (I want to do more requests like these, so feel free to send in requests for my thoughts/opinions rather than full on stories if you want!)

A Tale of Two Terrys: Part 1* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader x CK Terry) You and your husband (CK Terry) are somehow joined in bed by his younger self, who had been wondering how his future would turn out. Initially protective, your husband talks you into letting his younger self have his way with you before joining in himself.

Mediation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6* | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9* | To be continued…

(Terry McCain x Reader x Cash Ewing) You are assigned as Terry McCain’s new partner after his previous partner – Cash Ewing – goes to prison for the crimes he has committed. Cash returns to Chicago years later, after his release and rehabilitation, and while he can’t be a cop anymore, he wants to make amends to those he has disappointed with his actions, most of all his former close friend Terry. Terry isn’t receptive to Cash’s attempts at reconciliation, and warns you to stay away from him, having grown very protective of his “work wife.” But you find something of a kindred spirit in Cash and want to help him get a second chance at life, deciding to do what you can to support the man and bring the two friends back together.

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Themes/Challenges

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Dark Desires October 2023:

Unjust Reward Disorderly Conduct Heirloom Scream for Me All's Fair In Deep Water

TIGmas 2023:

Person of Interest Saturnalia Clear as Mud Eye of the Storm The Steadfast Tin Soldier Wrapped in Red Yule-Tied What You Do To Me Mediation Guided Meditation Turtle Doves (Cobra Husbands) It’s Cold Outside (Jack Blaylock) Coming Soon...

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AMAs (ask me anything):

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[mrgriffiths]

𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆..☣️

Thomas Ian Griffith as Jack Blaylock (Timothy Calloway) in Ulterior Motives circa 1992

So fine🔥

[virgo-mess]

TIG Character Masterlist

Cult of TIG movie drive for your viewing pleasure 🩵

Requests and Asks are always open!

Terry Silver Fics

Silver Thread Universe

Terry Silver x OC Series

Silver Thread - Terry Silver falls hard for Daniel's older sister, Veda LaRusso during the summer of 1985. Set before and during the events of kk2. (Almost enemies to lovers. But mostly fluff. Tons of fluff) (Complete!)

Silver Bells (Silver Thread Sequel)

Silver Bells- Terry Silver and Veda LaRusso end up at the same ski resort during Christmas 10 years after their breakup. Set during December of 1995. (Rekindled Romance, although it was never really over. Is it ever over when it comes to Terry Silver?) (In progress)

Cash Fics

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Good Cop, Bad Cop- Cash heads to his hometown for the first time in nearly twelve years and does everything he can to reclaim his first crush, the girl next door, the one that got away. (a request from @karatekels) (Cash x Reader) (complete)

Kidnapper for Hire

Kidnapper for Hire- Cash is hired to fetch a girl with a big price on her head but for whatever reason can't bring himself to hand her over.

The Birds and the Bees

The Birds and the Bees- Cash Ewing and Shaylee Harris were not only neighbors but also the best of friends. Until that one summer changed everything for them.....(friends to lovers and rekindled / second chance romance)

Valek fics

Valek x OC

Untitled- Valek stumbles upon a girl who bears a striking resemblance to the girl he loved and lost in his days of priesthood.

[terrence-silver]

We know that TIG can sing, and so can some of his characters. If pressed to sing, which songs would TIG characters choose?

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― Twig, growing up as a rich boy with, if we read between the lines, draconic parentage with possibly high standards and rather perfectionistic attitudes in education, the only things a young Terry would sing is some kind of classic tune instructed by an onslaught of private tutors hired by his parents for the explicit purpose of training their son's voice or the Zemirot sang around the table during Shabbat, Jewish kid that he was. That's it for you. The first vestige of actual freedom and individual expression, came, perhaps, ironically, in the military, in the early 1960's, surrounded by soldiers from all classes and walks of life, everyone with their own flavor of music, songs and tunes of the decade and my god, if the high of that didn't hit a young Terry quick and hard to the degree it re-wired his brain chemistry, I don't know what else to tell you. Self-control and liberty gained, Twig, would, given the chance, sing or hum anything just because and he was pretty damn good at it too. Suppose when it was just him, John Kreese and Ponytail in the bunk all by themselves, a young Twig might merrily sing something while they conducted their chores together; moments of calm before the storm.

― Terry Silver in the 80's gives a mocking and taunting edge to everything he does because he's tough, he's powerful and he's at the top of his game and he's fairly shameless and despicable when he wants to be which means, around this era in his life man could do anything from busting into an operetta with expert proficiency, because if he does something it will be done perfectly or sing into a mic like he was born to sing into a mic, but will do neither seriously because there's veiled cynicism and an ulterior motive behind it. He's always laughing behind the eyes and yes, you're the joke. Imagine him singing We are The World during the height of a famine in Africa (Ethiopia 1983-85) he might've contributed to by having a major factor in the continent's pollution through Dynatox and trying very hard to seem very heartfelt and genuinely empathetic as he does it for a non-profit organization meant to help the poor (Look! He's helping!) or in equal measure, being at a black tie event fundraiser and singing some tune for (reads smear on hand) ah, yes, children in need. Either ways, the audience esthetically clapped and Mr. Silver gleefully ate up the praise being the center of attention like the big, smug snake he is.

― Old man Terry, if prompted to sing, simply wouldn't. He's past the point of singing, regardless of the fact he's a fierce, deep voice that's more than educated for it. Sure, there must've been a garden party or two where some rumbunctious guest must've prompted Mr. Silver charm all those gathered with a song or a tune on the piano but Terry might've responded with an equally charmed smile and had the obnoxious guest singing for him instead (as a very concealed punishment and veiled hazing ritual hidden beneath layers and layers of relaxed politeness) --- yes, who's to tell Emile, for example, didn't end up entertaining the whole party because Terry turned the tables around on him? Or god knows what sort of various humiliations he put Stingray through purely because he could and because it's awfully easy to imagine him saying 'Sing, Raymond.' as he pours himself a glass of Cognac, eases himself into the nearest armchair and has the buffoon shakily sing, for quite literally, his life. Nothing's for free, right? But, see, that's the point: Terry's convinced he's the earned the right sit back and be the overlord. Not that he ever doubted it. He's Grandmaster. He's Sensei. He's Sir. He's Mr. Silver. He's the Dragon. The dragon doesn't sing. The dragon rules. If he sings and plays it's because he wants to, mostly for himself.

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― Terry McCain undoubtedly sings something Irish, to nobody's colossal surprise because everyone who even vaguely knows the man knows for a fact that this is his go-to choice of music each and every time; some folk tune from the old country passed down through many generations, until the person it originated from is long since forgotten in his family and all that remains is a memory of a memory and Terry's rendition of it, that is, for all intents and purposes, spectacularly good and catchy, especially when he follows up his own song with a tune he plays on a piano --- a thing culturally near and dear to him, and it's surprising with what gusto, passion and emotional charge he does it with, the same way, Catholic boy, born and raised that he is, it is not entirely shocking to find him being very apt and capable of delivering a church melody that could bring a parish choir member to absolute shame and in times like these it is abundantly clear that The Detective is awesomely multi-talented, and that if it wasn't for his career in law enforcement, one in music would've suited him just as well, if not better.

― Cash cannot be persuaded to sing because he doesn't care about the pursuit, finds it a waste of his time and quite frankly, he'd be most likely to glare if it's ever suggested to him --- the most he's willing to do is absent mindedly and very quietly hum some real or imaginary tune while he's waiting in ambush, tapping his gloved finger on the steering wheel, car parked a couple of blocks down as he carefully scopes out a target and patiently lays in wait for his cue, sipping on a cup of black instant coffee --- and even that only if his wait proves to be very, very long. His life is one of excess tension and it's quite literally no song (pun intended) nor is there any time for it and when there is, there's little place for yearning left. In fact, the man undoubtedly doesn't remember when was the last time he genuinely had time or the desire to switch on the radio and deliberately sit down and just listen to music for its own sake. But, if this man ever stalked someone? He's never likely to forget the music he's heard them listening to when they thought they're all alone. Undoubtedly, they're the very tunes he later absentmindedly hums.

― Gus Travis likes his sea shanties because his dream was quite simply put to buy a boat one day and sail out there, live off of the great, wide blue, but it's an ambition that never really came into fruition in the fullest sense, bogged down by the career criminal in's and out's of his dalliances on the wrong side of the law. It is what it is. Nevertheless, he enjoys the notion of a life at sea and everything involved in it, including the associated tunes, songs and music, not that he sings with any positive notion behind it, a full heart and joy either, more like, if Gus ever sang, he'd sing it almost mockingly, yo ho ho, while dangling a live victim upside down over a shark tank, mocking both the poor, unfortunate soul he's about to feed to the fishes down below and mocking himself, in a way, perhaps without even realizing it or wanting to admit that that's precisely what he's doing, because this is what his life has come to and everything he's ever wanted has been slipping further and further away from his fingers with each passing year or has, for the lack of a better word, gone to shit.

― Jan Valek is a medieval Bohemian clergyman, so, utilizing some form of logic, if he ever sang, it could be some old lullaby in Czech that lingers on the very edge of memory, sang to him by who knows who and who knows when, perhaps a mother, a kindly family member, someone from where he used to live when he was human and very young at that, long before he took his vows, or he'd sing some religious hymn in Latin in a voice that could freeze over the full moon with it's haunting beauty; a remnant of a bygone time when he was mortal and dedicated to the service of God, all association with music intricately tied to a more vulnerable time when he wasn't accursed and condemned, now, his song resembling a howl in the dead of night, a phantom's call slashing through the darkness, something chilling and gorgeous that is hard to explain, but certainly not entirely human. The type of thing you hear and you no longer belong entirely to yourself, falling under a vampire's spell, rather, you go out there, looking for the source of whatever it is you heard, mesmerized.

― Jack Blaylock, or rather, Timothy Calloway is All-American; irregardless of the fact that he lives in Japan, made his life in Japan, is embedded in the culture (and its Underworld) of Japan, operates out of Japan undercover with the facade of an Expat like any other, and hey, for all we know, he was born there too, which might make his attachment to all things American profoundly fascinating, no less the fact that if he sang, he'd not only sing something American, but something profoundly anachronistic and belonging to a bygone and nearly idealistic era he never even experienced himself, the same way he either never experienced his actual homeland or experienced it so little and so long ago, one can consider him remotely estranged from it (never say this to his face). So, knowing all of this, it is easy to envision Jack softly singing something by The Harptones, Bobby Darin or The Platters as he cleans his sword, produces his blades, checks his firearms with an immaculate attention to details, puts on a crisp, clean button up shirt, preparing for his next hitjob.

[theweirdcobrakaifan]

Silverusso au

Terry silver (going under the name of jack blaylock after the 80s) the assassin drives a cop name (Daniel larusso working as a cop after he got order in his 40 as Nick Conforth) crazy trying catch him leaving him hints along the way with his hiding place and people he has murder under Malcom commend for the “perfect story” until one night terry(Jack) let himself be caught just to see the look on Daniel (nick)face when he think he caught him in the dark alley of a club in Japan and seeing his face again after the 80s looking finer then ever maybe a cop doesn’t always have to follow the rules right? Terry shouldn’t give in to temptation but seeing his boy again all grown up in a cop uniform well why shouldn’t he cause a little trouble

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hi there! It's been a while since I've come here and I love your writing! Can you do something for Jack Blaylock and his girlfriend. Maybe they had a fight and she stayed away from him for a few days. Until they crossed paths at a local bar again and he got jealous of other men around her. So he patches things up with her and shows her who she belongs to! Some steamy ending if you're okay with that😄 thank you💚💚

Thank you so much anon 😁 of course I can do a Jack blaylock story for you 😃I hope you enjoy 💚

"I don't see what your problem is!" "My problem is that you don't listen to me! I'm telling you that Lindsay is trying it on with you and you won't take it seriously!" "She's not trying it on with me Y/N, I love you, not her!" "But you don't see that she is trying to break us up! She told me herself that she wants to f#ck you! I know you don't like her in that way but why in the world would you still be alright to talk to her and ignore what I'm telling you?!" "Babe just chill! Your really going way over board with this issue, you need to trust me" "I do trust you Jack, I just don't trust her!" "Oh for f#ck sake! Please just drop it! Just shut up about it!" He instantly regretted saying that in the heat of the moment, and he could see how upset you were when he said that to you. "Y/N I'm sorry I-" "Just save it Jack! I don't want to be near you right now, and I certainly don't want to hear your voice either" You stand up and try to leave the flat, but he grabs your wrist trying to stop you from leaving. But that doesn't work, you just snap your hand away from his, he looks so guilty about everything.

"I said I don't want to be near you Jack! I need some time by myself right now, just leave me alone" You storm out of the flat and head downstairs to your car, leaving Jack, hiding his face in his hands.

You didnt live with Jack, you had your own flat you stayed at so you drove straight there and tried to get some sleep. But he texted you to see if you were ok, but you just ignored it, you told him you wanted some space and you meant it. You ended up having a big cry and eating some icecream while watching your favourite show. Eventually falling asleep in your bed with the TV on, cuddling up to your squishmallow. The next day when you woke up, you felt a little groggy, so the first thing you did was have a shower, brushed your teeth and headed back to you room to get dressed. You sat on your bed and checked your phone, and it appears that he only left one more message after you gave up on your phone last night. It simply said "I'm sorry, please remember I love you, take all the time you need. Love Jack" So he finaly understood that you needed time, and you did actually feel a bit more comfortable for the day ahead. You worked the next 2 days, without talking to Jack, but you told him you needed space and this time on your own was helping you feel less stressed. You loved Jack to death, but at the time you hated that he didn't take what you were trying to warn him about seriously.

You knew how vindictive Lindsey was, and you were just trying to tell him the truth about her. But you weren't focusing on that now, you were trying to focus on your work. It had been 3 days now, and it was late Friday afternoon when you were sat at your office chair twiddling your thumbs. You had calmed down front the situation and now you were desperately missing Jack, missing how you felt when you were around him, the feel of his hug, the feel of his kiss, and that's when you decide to call him. It didn't even get to the second ring before he picked up. "Babe?" "Jack, listen I'm...I'm sorry" "Y/N I'm the one who should be saying sorry, I didn't listen to you and you were right about Lindsey. I was so worried you didn't want to be with me anymore" "Of course I still want to be with you Jack, I just needed some time to calm down" "I totally understand babe, and you'll be happy to know that Lindsey won't be a problem anymore" "What? Why?" "I won't lie to you, Lindsay DID try it on with me" "SHE WHAT!?" "Babe listen its alright, I told her to f#ck off. I was so angry at her and I told my boss about what happened, he demoted her and made her go on a works course about how to behave with other colleagues. Y/N I promise you that she isn't going to be a problem anymore, and I'm so so sorry that I didn't take the warnings you gave me seriously"

"Jack it's...its ok" "No, no it's not ok babe. How can I make it up to you?" "Jack you've already told me your sorry and you have seen Lindsey for who she is" "But I want to show you that I'm sorry instead of just saying it, I truly mean it, but I want to show you. Do you still need space?" "Honestly, not anymore. I really miss you Jack" "I miss you too Y/N, look, why don't we meet up in that bar across the street from your office after work? We can hang out, have a drink and I can shower you with all the love and affection I've not been able to give you. Please babe, I really miss you" "I miss you too Jack, ok. I'll meet you there after work, I finish at 6" "I finish at 6.45, but it will only take me 5 minutes to get to you" "That's ok, me and Cali are going to grab something to eat in the bar when we finish, and her boyfriend is picking her up at 6.30" "That's great babe, I'll see you later. I love you so much" "I love you too Jack, see you soon" And just like that, the phone call ended and you felt like your heart got a little lift. He apologized and he understood how you felt. And as a bonus, he told Lindsay to stay away, that made you smile knowing she couldn't try to manipulate him anymore. After your work finished, you and Cali headed over to the bar and had something to eat off the menu, it was normal pub grub but it was still tasty.

Jack had texted you that he got himself something to eat at work too so you didn't have to worry, and that he would be with you as soon as he could. When Cali got picked up by her boyfriend, you were on your own having a drink in the bar. You didn't mind because Jack was going to be there any moment, and the thought of holding him and kissing him made your stomach fill with a warm sparkling feeling. You were nearly finished with your drink and you were about to ask the barmaid for a drink for you and Jack, when a random guy started talking to you. "Hey there" "Hi" "What's your name?" "My name is I have a boyfriend" "Oh, oh I see, my bad. I just couldn't help myself when I saw a gorgeous woman sat all by herself" "Well I am by myself for a moment, but my boyfriend will be hear any minute" "Then maybe I can keep you company until he arrives?" "No thank you" "Are you sure?" "Yes I'm sure, so if you could please leave me to it, that would be lovely" You were trying to be pleasant, but he really isn't taking the hint. "Look, I just think that a young woman like you shouldn't be by herself" "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I am an adult. So please go away" "I think if i stay, you could-" Suddenly out of nowhere, this guys head is grabbed from the back and his face is pressed against the table, being held there so he can't move, he's pinned to the table. "What did you think your doing with my girl?!" "Hey man! I wasn't trying anything I swear!" "Is that right? Babe? You want to tell me what this d#ckhead was doing?"

"He offered to keep me company despite me telling him I had a boyfriend. I asked him to leave but he wouldn't" "Its sounds to me like my beautiful girlfriend told you she wanted you to leave. And yet, you DIDN'T!" He shouts as he presses him even harder on the table, making his face hurt. "Alright alright I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "You'd better be! Now f#ck off!" He shouts as he pulls his head back up and pushes him into the floor, this man is so scared that he runs away as soon as be scrambles to his feet. "Are you ok babe?" He doesn't have a chance to hear anything you say when you jump into his arms, just needing to be physical close to him. It had been 3 days but it felt so much longer, and after that heroic display, you just wanted to feel his arms around you. His arms squeezed you back in just as much need as you gave him, he really missed you too and need to feel you. You pull away slightly just for a moment, but that was just so you could kiss him like he was about to disappear, like his kiss was oxygen to you, holding his face in your hand and showing him just how much you missed him. His tounge teased you, desperately wanting entry go your mouth, and you gladly gave it to him, his tounge danced against yours and it was like lightening was sparking between you.

"F#ck I've missed you Y/N" "I've really missed you too, god there had been so many times I've wanted to kiss you"

"Well if you need more, why don't we ditch this place and head back to your flat? I can show you how truly sorry I am" "Your place is closer, and I cant wait any longer" "Whatever you want baby, come on let's go!" He looked giddy as he took you by the hand and guided you out of the bar, leading you to his car. It was literally only a 5 minute drive, thank god because the sexual tention was getting too much for you. As soon as you got out of the car, it was as if Jack had super human speed, as he grabbed you and pressed you agsinst the car door and kissed you with an animalistic sexually desire, he just couldn't help himself, and you didn't care because it was so f#cking hot. "Let's get that sexy ass of yours upstairs, I need to f#ck you so bad" "Let's go then Jack, stop talking about it and do it!" You both run upstairs and burst into his flat, where he slams the door behind him and pulls you into another animalistic kiss again. Your hands get tangled into his hair as he presses you agsinst the wall, running his hands up your shirt and cupping your breasts, his hands were so large that he could hold each one so perfectly. You pull at the top of his shirt, pulling it over his arms and throwing it to the ground. He does the same with your shirt, wrapping his arm around your back and unhooking your bra with one swift move. Once that falls to the floor too, he picks you up and holds your legs around him as he carried you to the bedroom, where he throws you onto the bed like you weighed nothing.

He jumped onto the bed and positioned his hips inbetween your thighs, kissing you again. His hands move up your legs and he pulls your trousers away, as your hands unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. "God I've missed your body so f#cking much Y/N, when I saw that guy trying it on with you, it made my blood boil. Your my girl, and I want the world to know it" "Then f#ck me Jack" He hands grabbed your chin as his mouth crashed against yours once again, he kissed and sucked what felt like all the oxygen out of your body, it left you dizzy from the whole moment. He pulled away, but not before you sucked and bit at his lower lip, it made him growl, it was so damn sexy. He sits up and grabs your hips, spinning your whole body around so you were now on your front instead of lying on your back. His hands still on your hips, he pulls them up to meet his eager and throbbing cock, before he pounds right into you. "Huh! Oh God!" You say breathlessly, his hand reaches down and wraps up your hair into a loose ponytail, holding it in his hand. He bends over you and whispers in your ear, feeling his breath on your neck and ear. "God your so f#cking wet for me, and yet your still so tight around my cock. Tell me you want me" "I want you, I need you Jack, please!" And just like that, he kneels back up and fucks you mercilessly while still holding your hair in his hand. Over and over again he is fucking you relentlessly, so much that its making tears come out of your eyes.

You are barely able to let out your moans of pleasure as he continuously slams into you over and over again, making you feel orgasm after orgasm, it's so sensitive and intense that your physically shaking, crying and screaming out loud. He was really showing you who was incharge, showing you that you were his. "You like that baby? Aww you poor thing, you can barley speak can you?" "Jack I-f#ck I can't take anymore-I'm so sensitive-I cant-" "Shhhh baby, I think you can take one more, just one more. You take it just like this!" He stops fucking you quickly and relentlessly, instead he gives you very hard, deep thrusts in single motions. Slamming himself inside you and making you wince as yet another orgasm builds in your body. But he brings it up a notch, he presses you down so your completely flat on the bed, but he lies on top of you, still fucking you. His hand reaches up and wraps around your throat, holding you as he feels you clench around his cock, and he nibbles on your ear as he listens to your cries. "That's it baby, take it like a good girl....oh fuck that's it, thats it-huh! Fuck!" Just as you scream with his hand holding your throat, his grip slightly tightens as he reaches his own sweet release, shaking against you as your body feels the same, uncontrollably shivering as the sexual frustration is finaly lifted.

He relaxes as he lies on top of you, kissing your neck so sweetly. "Oh fuck I've really missed you baby, I've missed hearing those beautiful noises you make" "I've missed you too Jack...I can't get over how incredible that was....I....I am feeling...." "Aww babe, you look so tired. Hear, let me help you" He climbs off you and helps to sit you up on the bed, then he plumps up the pillows and lies you down with him as he is the bigger spoon for you, you could feel his heartbeat against your back, it was so soothing. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist, and the other is comfortably under your shoulder and neck, holding you close to him, making you feel so safe. "I love when you hold me like this Jack....I feel so....I'm sorry I feel really tired" "That's ok babe, you've had a long day, and I wasn't exactly slow with you"

"I absolutely loved it Jack....being physical with you always feels...amazing" "Shhhh, I know Y/N, I feel the same way. Just close your eyes for me now, you deserve a restful night sleep, and I will be right hear to hold you. And by the way, I promise I won't ever doubt you when you tell me something important like what happened with Lindsay. You were right, she was a....babe?" He didn't realise until he looked down onto your face, that he sees you sleeping sweetly in his arms, but he didn't mind, infact he loved it. He brushed some hair out of your face and kissed your cheek, trying to be gentle and not wanting to wake you up. He reached over his shoulder and turned out the light on the bedside table, and snuggled back down with you, eventually falling asleep with you too.

[larabiatasstuff]

Jack Blaylock

[thomasiangriffith31862]

[karatekels]

^ Me about nearly every TIG character known to man

“i want him” i say about the most deranged, vile, downright monstrous fictional men ever created

[karatekels]

Happy Friday!

Here's proof below the cut that I am, in fact, still writing (just inexplicably doing 5 stories at once instead of focusing, for I am an idiot).

Spoilers for TIGmas Jack Blaylock fic:

[mrgriffiths]

The eyes are the amulets of the mind.

The intensity in his varies more than one would expect..

Thomas Ian Griffith as Jack Blaylock in Ulterior Motives circa 1992

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[virgo-mess]

@karatekels and I were talking about how TIG characters are either Fluffy or Psycopathic with the occasional fluffy psychopathic one lol. So here's a venn diagram of where I think those characters fall with no explanation 😂

[karatekels]

Their love has that same type of cuteness as when you see a puppy and feel that "arghyou'rejustsocuteiwannasqueezethelifeoutofyou" feeling <3

THOMAS IAN GRIFFITH and MARY PAGE KELLER in Ulterior Motives (1992)

[terrence-silver]

I thought for Halloween spooky scariness it might be fun to ask a broad question that could apply to pretty much any of TIG's characters:

"What would a nightmare starring [insert name of TIG character here] look like?"

Is it a dark noncon? A hunt through the woods? Pure unadulterated stalking? YOU DECIDE... if you want to that is!

(my top characters of love to read about are, predictably, Cash, CK Terry and Valek, but any and all you feel like writing for would be amazing!)

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― For Jan Valek, you dream of what seems like a distant funeral pyre. Or perhaps a burning stake. You don't quite see or deduce who's tied to it and set aflame amidst the silent crowd of hoods and robes but the shape seems eerily familiar, speaking to you with a voice you know. Almost seductive. Almost lulling. Beckoning. So tender. Like an old yet loving friend's re-assuring, inviting caress. You walk past the spectators on the foggy cobblestone square the and unto the burning, blackened wood stacked up high into a colossal, looming pile without blinking or even feeling any pain. Any sensations. Whoever's there in the center of the red inferno of crackling embers embraces you with both arms as the church bells on the forum strike noon. You feel strangely at home swallowed by the flames. Maybe this isn't such a nightmare after all?

― You're buried alive. You know you are. You're awake for it. Alive, when you rightfully shouldn't. You can breathe. Experience every sensation. Every vestige of claustrophobia. The fear. You realize your muffled cries will never be heard by anyone and that you'll undoubtedly die down here, choking due to lack of air. You even realize scratching the surface of your coffin is futile. That you're not getting out of here, from the oppressive, strangulating pitch blackness. Kicking, screaming and fighting it will get you nowhere, the same way when you feel a calm, focused hand reach out from beside you a grasp your fingers, you're fully aware they're Jack's. Jack Blaylock, Timothy Calloway is in there with you. You're in here together. Trapped for all eternity. You figure, that's exactly the way he'd like it too. Wouldn't surprise you if he personally orchestrated this himself.

― With Gus Travis, you live in a house floating on the cold sea. And it's much like any other suburban, family house, really. It has a fridge, and a kitchen, a living room, a bed, carpets, decorative throw pillows on the couch and all the mundane knick knacks, commonplace any family apartment should have, making you realize nothing's amiss --- nothing at all --- as you explore the winding corridors of your abode floating on the waves, your neighbor nobody in particular but the vast expanse of water, grey, not unlike the winter coastline before the stormy tempest. You hand your husband his slippers and a beer. Maybe set him up with lunch. You wash the dishes. Clean, polish and organize them, ever so diligent. This place, it has just about everything, except a front door and a way out, you realize too late as he's fucking you up against the wall.

― Cash? Well, there's eyes in your walls and they're everywhere. In every crack. Every corner. Every hidden nook and cranny. Like an infestation of bees nesting in the skeletal scaffolding of a cellar or a basement. They don't ever blink and they're blue. The light, icy cerulean type in shade. You know they're his eyes. How could you not? They're unmistakable. You're well acquainted with them by now because they don't never go away. You also know they belong to a face and not merely floating in the abyss, but it's not a visage you ever see, hidden behind layers of concrete and bricks he's observing behind of, like a veneer. He's always there, of course. Never closes his lids to rest or take a break. Watches you dress, undress, eat, sleep, shit, piss. Your world is a quiet world. A dark world. Never disturbed. Never shaken. But, you're never alone and that frightens you.

― Oh, a nightmare starring Terry McCain is positively Kafkaesque because the world is black and white --- entirely monochromatic --- like in an old detective movie and you realize the absurdity of it all even as it unfolds and as you're being effectively questioned in what's a stereotype of every interrogation room you've ever seen. Sharp light overhead, handcuffs around your wrists, a metal table, you and the Detective asking the questions. You don't know why or when, but a fellow uniformed colleague of his comes forth carrying an entree of meals even though you've never asked for anything and he has the mannerisms of a waiter in spite of his badge and nametag. The desk of your cross examination is littered with dishes and plates and a hand lights a candle between you and McCain. Someone pours you wine. What's happening?

― You're General Taligaro's bride but that part hardly constitutes the nightmare; it's the notion your matrimonial gown of ceremony consists of all the trinkets of his conquests --- your cape is made of the sown together scalps of all the virgins of the realm, your necklace human teeth, ears hang attached off of the belt that adorned the waistline of your dress like so many pearls, your bodice a boney ribcage held together with golden string and jewels; the spoils of so many wars --- you're a gruesome sight to behold as you're led to him to complete the ritual of union and you feel just as gruesome --- demonic --- all stickiness, blood, gore, stench and carnage. The picture of all of the backstabbing, machinations and kinslaying on display as he lifts up your veil adoringly, looking at you like you're the most beautiful, ravishing creature in all the kingdoms.

― There's a telegram you couldn't open for a week now and it frustrates you to no end. It sits there on the table like a silent yet harrowing obligation you can't shake off and no matter how much you may try, the envelope refuses to rip open, it refuses to be cut, scissors are like butter against its paper yielding no result and even gnawing on it with your own teeth like an animal doesn't help. Attempting to burn it is a useless endeavor too, almost like the damn thing's fireproof. You know these are news of Terry from overseas. You can tell by the official stamping and by who's delivered it to your doorstep. You know something bad has happened. You can feel it. But, your inability to do the laughably miniscule task of actually opening it, almost as if your hands had no strength in them whatsoever kills you.

― It's the 80's and you can tell by the front row of unhinged bleached perms and sharp shoulder pads lining the perimeters. It's a bidding. An auction. The subject of interest being a live human heart on display. You. You have no body. No arms. No legs. No head. Just a heart --- a beating, fully conscious organ on a pedestal in front of a crowd of hundreds on stage. Terry Silver's right there. Of course he is. Dressed to the nines, fully in his element, like he doesn't seem to be bothered at all you lack your basic physical attributes. Even in your nightmare, you think this is a very on the nose metaphor but it doesn't make your helpless predicament any more terrifying as the auction host slams his wooden gavel against the cathedra. Going once, going twice, sold --- somehow, perhaps unsurprisingly, Terry outbid the King of Burma for you, because of course he did. You're handed over lovingly to him like something he owns. He bites into you like an d'oeuvre.

― With old man Terry, you're attending an awkward party. Everyone's artificial, everyone's putting up a front and everything's an act. The social tension is hardly the worst of it, of course. Somewhere mid-mingling, you accompany him back inside of the manor away from the gaggle of the chipper crowd and into the nearest bedroom featuring a closet of immaculately organized suits that would put a high-end catalogue to shame. For some reason, he's decided to change his attire. In watching him undress and a firm lipped, stony faced assistant helping him into a new suit you also watch him peel off his own skin and throw it aside like a fleshy, useless rag promptly collected by a manservant until your Terry's nothing but red, gaping flesh and nerve endings. He walks out like that, practically flayed with you underarm and everyone smiles. They complement the host's wonderful finger food.

[eemcintyre]

It’s giving Jack Blaylock and Erica Boswell lmao 😩😖

[fangirlstorycreator]

Could I request a jealous Blaylock story😏💚 knowing he'd go to a little bit of an extreme measure when it comes to this because of his temper. Let's say a random ďude tried to get with his girlfriend one night at their usual restaurant during their date night. Ending in the poor dude all bloody and messed up and a good steamy😉way of ending the night. All just to prove that what is his...will remain his. I love your writing! Thank you in advance😁

Absolutely anon 😁 I'm more than happy to write this for you, and thank you, I'm so glad you like my writing 😁💚

You and Jack were finaly able to have a date night tonight. You'd both been super busy with the job you were on, and neither of you were able to spend any proper time together, you couldn't even remember the last time you had sex. You didnt realise how long it had been since you both had been intimate, until you started getting 'frustrated'. You had been grumpy, and annoyed at little things, not releasing that tention really showed in your body language, and you wanted that to change. Once you both finished work, you grabbed a shower, put on a dress and a little mascara before heading outside to where Jack was waiting for you by his car.

"You look gorgeous tonight Y/N" "Thanks babe, you look very nice yourself" He was wearing a dark blue pair of jeans, a white shirt with the top part slightly unbuttoned and a brand new pair of white and blue trainers. You shared a kiss before he opened the car door for you, and you both drove off towards the restaurant. You watch the street lights and clubs as you drive through the streets, but it's not a patch on your boyfriend Jack. Just watching him drive was wonderful, and you rested your hand on his warm thigh as he drove. He smiled and interlocked his fingers into your hand so he was showing how much he loved you.

When you arrived, he opened your door and he wraps his arm around your waist as you walk up the steps to the restaurant. You were regulars, and the man opening the door smiled happily as you both walked in, it was always a pleasant atmosphere hear. The waiter gave you and Jack a window seat, looking outside to the beach before handing you both a menu and giving you a bottle of water and 2 glasses. "I will be right back to take your order" "Thank you" Jack says as the waiter leaves. Your reading the menu when Jack looks over to you, just admiring your beauty, feeling so lucky to have you in his life.

"Hey" Jack says taking your hand and running his thumb over the soft skin of your hand. "You really do look beautiful tonight" "Thank you babe, I always try my best to look good for you" "You dont need to try, all you do is smile and I feel like I'm falling in love all over again" His words always bring a smile to your face, he leans over the table a little to lock his lips against yours, kissing you with a tender and gentle feel. When he sits back down, the waiter comes back over and takes your order. The night carries one in the best way you could hope for, laughter, smiles and a wonderful time catching up and not worrying or talking about work.

It was getting late, as you and Jack were just finishing your last drinks. "Oh tonight was so needed, I've missed date night with you Y/N" "I know me too, it's a shame we haven't had a chance to enjoy eachothers company recently" "Well...its a good thing tonight isnt over yet..." He says slowly moving his hand over yours again, with a seductive look in his eye. "Does this mean, we can spend some much needed time together?" "I'm hoping so....listen, I'm sorry I haven't been physical with you lately. Works just been-" "Jack it's ok, I know. It's been the same with me, I wont lie, I have been a little...frustrated recently"

"Well...I'll have to help you out with that tonight then wont I?" You both share a chuckle. "I'll be right back babe, I'm just going to the bathroom" He stands up and walks towards the back of the restaurant, your just happily smiling to yourself, knowing that tonight is going to be amazing. "Hey there little lady" comes a voice walking up to you. "Oh, uhh sorry I-" "No need to be sorry" he says interrupting you and taking a seat in Jack's chair. "Uh excuse me? I dont know who you think you are but I'm hear with my boyfriend, and your sat in his-" "Ah is that who you were sat with eh? I thought he looks a little pathetic" "You what?!" "Why dont you come home with me instead of waisting your time with that loser?"

"That man your calling a loser is my boyfriend who I love very much, and your gunna regret sitting hear trying to flirt with me" "Oh really? And why's that?" Before you could say anything, Jack grabs him by the back of his collar, pulling him up off the chair and away from you. "That's my girl you son of a bitch" "Your girl? Come on, maybe we can share her? Or I'll take her outside and do what I want, then give her back-" Jack wouldn't let him answer, he grabbed him and put him in a headlock, leading him outside. "You stay hear babe, I'll take care of this bastard. Noone talks about my girl like that!" Jack pulls him outside as you run to the till to pay for the meal.

"I'm sorry, it was a lovely meal, but I really have to go" Once you paid, you run outside to see Jack and the man on the other side of the road. Running over, you see that Jack has blood all over his shirt, and the man is in tears on the floor with blood all over his face and coming out of his nose. "Jack! What the hell happened?! Are you ok? What did you do?" He is a little breathless as he approaches you, trying his best to look calm. "Its alright Y/N, he got what he deserved. The things he was saying about you-" "I dont care about that Jack, your covered in blood! Are you hurt?!" "I'm alright babe, I promise" "I'm taking you home, come on, I need to make sure your ok"

Once you got him home, you demanded he took off his shirt so you could check him. He did as he was told, smiling a little at how concerned you were but you needed to know if he was hurt. You look him over and run your hands over his chest and back, and thankfully he's alright. "Right you, shower" He smiles and makes his way to the bathroom, letting you sit by the window of the living room. When he was in the shower, you were stewing in a mixture of emotions, everything was wonderful tonight until you saw Jack covered in blood. He wasn't always the best with controlling his temper, he never lost it with you, but you have seen when he gets angry.

What could that man possibly have said when they were outside to get him that angry? You didnt have much time to think about it when Jack walked back into the room, dressed, clean and no longer covered in blood. He was wearing black jogging bottoms and a black vest, showing his beautiful arms and shoulder muscles. "Do I look more presentable to you now babe?.....babe? What's wrong?" He can see you purposely looking away, trying to hide the war of emotions your face is showing, mostly worry. "Hey, hey look at me" He moves your chin with his hand so your looking up at him. "What's the matter? Did I upset you?" "No Jack it's not...its nothing" "Please dont lie to me, I love you. What's wrong?"

"Its just...Jack you frightened me tonight" "I...I frightened you?" He looks terrified at what he could have done to make you feel this way. "No Jack, you didn't frighten me like that, I was scared FOR you" "What? Why? You know I can handle myself" "That's not the point Jack. How would you feel if you saw me after a fight with someone, covered in blood? Wouldn't you be feeling the same way as I am?" His shoulders slump, he knows your right. "Y/N I'm so sorry, I was only trying to stop him from taking advantage of you. He was an asshole who deserved what he got. I promise I didnt mean to frighten you, your my girl, and I love you. I was just showing him that.....come hear"

He pulls you into his arms and gives you a hug, just having his muscular arms hold you like this helped to calm the feeling you were experiencing, and his heartbeat under his thin vest was making you feel more at ease. You loved him and missed being this close. When got look up at him, there is no exchange of words, just you pressing your lips against his and kissing him like there was no tomorow. You didnt want to think of anything else, you just wanted him. He kisses you back just as passionately, understanding that all you need right now is just some physical love. His tounge slips into your mouth just as he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist.

He never breaks the kiss as he takes you into the bedroom, sitting himself on the bed so your now sat on his lap, with him gripping your hips as you slowly buck your hips back and forth, feeling him grow from inside his joggers. Tonight you weren't interested in foreplay or taking it slow, you needed him now. His hand slips under your dress and moves your soaking wet pants to the side, while your hand freed his girthy cock. He grabs his cock and moves it over your sensitive clit, making you shiver at his touch, right before he grabbed your hips and pushed himself into you as he pulls you back down onto his lap.

"Nngguuhh! Oh fuck Jack" He felt so fucking good inside you, and you continued to moan and whimper little words like that as moved your hips back and forth against his groin, his cock was hitting your G spot over and over again. He's fucking you, hard and fast, already making you feel like tears could run down your cheek. He rips off your dress after you pull off his vest, and you hold onto him for dear life. Pressing your bare breasts against his chest muscles, the skin on skin contact was really turning you on. He buries his face against your neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin as your hands run through his bouncy brown curls, making a fist in desperation of needing something to hold onto as he fucks you mercilessly.

His leg muscles tighten and his breath gets quicker, you can feel that hes about to cum, and so are you, your so close and so desperate for release. And just a few moments later, his hands tighten on your hips, knowing there would be little bruises on there later, but you didnt care, the orgasm was so strong you just went through it. And he let out a deep groan and grunting noise as he came inside you, just as you finaly finish your own orgasm, shaking against his legs as the intensity slows down. Your both breathless when you sit up to look down at him, even letting out a little breathed laugh, Jack doing the same. "I think...that was...very much needed. My god I've missed this with you Y/N" "So have I Jack, I just cant get enough of you" "Well, who says we need to stop hear?....lets go again....this time, I'll be on top...you know how much I love making my girl scream...."