#Jessie stresses me the FUCK out in such a lovely way.

[jflemings]

— the better option

pairing: jessie fleming x reader

synopsis: you have to make a choice

warnings: SMUT, profanity, switch!jessie (for my own agenda)

a/n: this is… certainly something! (this is literally pure filth and i cannot stress that enough)

based off the lyrics “i’m gon’ love her better ‘cause her man ain’t shit”

you were in pure disbelief as you pulled up to jessie’s place.

you had been fighting with your now ex boyfriend for the third time this week. he had slammed his way into your apartment demanding that you choose between him and your best friend because he’s apparently ‘had enough’ of jessie coming between the two of you. his face was almost bright red when you laughed at him and told him, with all the confidence in the world, that your choice would always be jessie, that she was always going to be the better option.

so now here you were. after kicking him out and telling him to go fuck himself, you’d gotten straight into your car and drove to jessie’s.

you trudge up the stairs of the building to her front door before letting yourself in. she’s standing in her kitchen when you loudly announce yourself, the anger in your voice making her jump slightly.

“fucking prick” you seethe “asking me to choose between the two of you as if i’m not going to choose you everytime!”

jessie sips her glass of water and watches you pace in her kitchen amused. she hadn’t ever really liked him but kept her distain quiet because you had seemed to really like him, but deep down she knew that the two of you weren’t going to last.

the first problem was that he couldn’t make you cum.

the second was that he’s not her.

“and then, and then!” you flail about “he told me— to my face, jess— that he thinks i’m in love with you and that’s the reason i won’t suck his dick more than twice a week!”

the midfielder almost chokes on her drink at your words. you’d come to her after every fight ranting and raving about how much of an ass he was and how badly you needed to break it off, but never had you told her that.

“so?” she questions.

you stop and turn to her with your arms cross “so what?”

“so was he right?” jessie doesn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence has come from, nor has she thought about what is going to happen if you are in fact in love with her, but she doesn’t care. the unspoken tension has been building between the two of you for far too long and she needs a straight answer for her own sake.

the truth was that she’s been in love with you for a while now. it was a conclusion she came to slowly, but once she had, it was only a matter of time before she let her feelings spill out all over you.

she just needed to know.

you stare at her blankly and drop your arms by your side. your brows furrow “well– um” there’s a thick feeling of something in the air as jessie awaits your answer. her fingers twitch against her glass as she watches you.

“yeah, i mean, he was” you admit quietly.

the two of you stare at eachother for a moment before jessie slams her glass down on the counter top and walks straight up to you, taking your face in her hands and kissing you hard. you’re quick to react with hands around her neck and in her hair, walking the both of you backwards until you hit the counter.

your tongue runs along her lower lip as a way to ask for permission, which jessie readily grants, and you slide your tongue into her mouth. she groans as you pull at the roots of her hair and pulls off your mouth.

“i hated him” she admits into your lips “such a fucking asshole” jess slots her knee in between your legs and pushes up into your core. you grown into her mouth and let yourself settle on her knee, bracing yourself on the edge of the counter before jessie breaks away from you and lifts you up abruptly.

you yelp and settle on the cold laminate, wrapping your arms around jessie’s neck once again and threading your fingers through her curls. she groans at the sensation and immediately grips the sides of your thighs, pushing herself further into your lips.

she tugs on the hem of your shirt and you hastily take it off before tugging on hers, beginning to lift it up her torso and throw it behind you. your hands perch on her tones shoulders as you kiss her sloppily across her face before mouthing at her jaw and neck.

“are you sure” she asks breathlessly “because we can stop—”

“no” you say into her warm skin “unless you want to”

“no fucking way”

“bedroom?” you question her, to which she wordlessly picks you up and guides your legs around her waist.

she leads the both of you to her bedroom blindly, kicking open the door and walking to the end of her bed. she places you down and takes your chin between her forefinger and thumb, kissing you hard.

your own fingers hook in the waistband of your shorts before she quickly lets you stand and takes them off herself. the sight of your panties makes her cock her head and smirk.

“did you come here with a mission?” she teases

“can’t a girl just wear a matching set for the sake of it?”

jessie rolls her eyes and pushes you back down onto the bed before hastily planting her lips firmly on yours. one hand slides from your hips to your waist whilst the other snakes around the middle of your back. she pushes her hand past the underwire of your bra and cups your breast, kneading the flesh as her kisses get sloppier.

you toy with the waistband of her shorts impatiently, leaving her to break away from you momentarily so she can pull her shorts and underwear down her legs in one swift motion, tossing the clothing across the room. she’s quick to take off your own soaked panties and unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts of the black lace that covered them.

her lips wrap around one of your nipples whilst she rolls the other in between her thumb and forefinger. you feel her tongue circle your areolae teasingly a few times before nipping the perked bud shortly. you rub your thighs together in an attempt to gain some friction and groan lowly as the brunette releases your nipple. she smirks up at you and moves to the other one, paying it the same attention and repeating her actions.

“jessie” you say breathlessly to which she hums against you.

she lets go of your nipple with a pop and tilts her head “yes, pretty girl?”

you whine and push her shoulders “please”

“please?” she says mockingly “please what baby?”

you rub your thighs together frustratedly “please just fuck me already”

she smiles and allows you to push her down. her hands crawl down your stomach and over your legs as she begins to sit up, pulling your knees apart slowly.

“so wet already” she tuts as she runs a finger through your folds “all for me?”

“all for you”

the canadian hums again and crawls to the end of the bed before standing at the foot of it. she grabs your ankles and pulls you towards her causing you to yelp in surprise.

jessie gets on her knees and hooks your legs over her shoulders, wasting no time as she dives in. she opens her mouth over both your clit and entrance and gathers spit on her tongue before running the muscle over you sloppily. lewd, wet sounds fill the room as she laps you up.

your heels dig into her back and you arch off the mattress “jessie” you moan loudly at the feeling of her exploring the most intimate part of you. pulling away, she uses her fingers to spread your folds before smoothly sliding two fingers in at once

“oh my fucking god” you arch your back at the full feeling and jessie places a forearm on your abdomen to hold you to the bed. she curls her fingers presses into your sweet spot immediately before pulling out slightly and repeating her actions. she smirks at the way you’re already squirming under her. the tension that had been brewing was finally being released, and she was having the time of her fucking life.

her fingers piston out of you with ease and she angles her thumb awkwardly to merely put pressure on your puffy clit. her actions are rewarded with a high pitched moan and breathy half laugh as you white-knuckle the sheets under you.

you were singing her name to the heavens like it was a prayer, each moan, groan and breathless profanity getting jessie wetter than before.

“taking me so well” she praises whilst watching your face “can’t ever believe he’d let you go”

as your legs begin to shake and you clench around her fingers, jess watches in awe as you cum all over her fingers with a loud, breathless moan. “atta girl, there you go” she utters “you look so pretty coming all over my fingers. such a pretty girl”

your hips buck as you ride it out, your fists letting go of the sheets in favour for jessie’s free hand. you pull her up towards your lips, humming in contentment when her fingers dig into your hips as you kiss her hard. she swipes her tongue across your bottom lip and slots it into your mouth when you allow it, kissing you like she was a woman starved.

finding the strength, you get up into a sitting position and push jessie onto her back so you can straddle her waist. her hands slide up your waist and across your back as you kiss all over her jaw before nipping her earlobe. slowly, you lick behind her ear before latching you lips to the sensitive skin and sucking.

you nudge jessie’s jaw with your nose and suck down the column of her throat, nipping the quickly bruising marks. her hands hook your thighs just under your ass and begins to pull you up her body “want you on my face” she breathily says.

“what” you ask almost in disbelief.

“i want you to sit on my face” she repeats, still pulling you up her body. you shakily sit on your knees and place your hands on the headboard to give jessie enough room to slide under you. she does so eagerly, digging her fingers into your thighs and smiling cockily as you hover over her.

when you don’t put your weight on her immediately she does it for you, pulling your core onto her mouth and immediately getting to work. the canadian flattens her tongue against you and presses it to your hole before dragging it to your sensitive clit, closing her eyes in pleasure. she repeats the motion before dipping the tip of her tongue inside you teasingly.

your jaw goes slack as you look down at her and furrow your brows before you wriggle on her face to encourage her to do more. jessie grips your thighs and moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. she doesn’t give you much more time to react before she pulls the hood of your clit back and begins to mercilessly suckle on the bundle of nerves.

your hips buck and you throw your head back in pure ecstasy. one of your hands fly to jessie’s hair and you tug at the roots, earning another low groan from the footballer. “fuck jess just like that! holy fuck”

the praise only makes jessie speed up her movements and she flicks her tongue over your clit with more pressure. her hands leave your thighs and find a new home on your boobs, immediately kneading them and running her thumbs over your perked nipples. your hands grab the back of her own just as coils of pleasure begin to tighten within you. your thighs flex against jessie’s head, trapping her in and allowing you to rock back and forth against her mouth quickly as you chase your high. your head hangs low on your neck, hair falling in your face as you look down at her.

she looks like she’s in heaven in between your legs. her hair is sprawled put over her pillows and her pupils are blown out wide, the normal warm brown that you’ve grown so accustomed to disappearing. the way she’s looking at you, paired with the fact that you can feel your juices all over her face, has your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“yes jessie, yes jessie, fuck” you babble in between moans, your fingers tightening around her hands “i’m gonna– shit, i’m gonna cum” you breathe out, screwing your eyes shut as white hot pleasure completely overcomes your body for the second time.

the canadian flattens her tongue as you ride her face and she’s gone from pinching and rolling your nipples to just kneading the plush flesh in between her palms. you slide off her mouth and catch your breath, continuing to keep her hands on your chest as you come down. your legs are like jelly when you practically fall off her face and onto your back next to her, your chest heaving as you process the two absolutely mind blowing orgasms jessie has just given you.

she props herself up on her elbow and swipes her thumb under her bottom lip and over her chin before putting it in her mouth, licking off any of your release that she didn’t get in her mouth. she leans over you with a cocky smirk “that was hot” she says before bringing your mouths together in a searing kiss, sliding one of her hands under your neck to bring you closer to her. you moan at the taste and smell of yourself on her and push her shoulders back so she’s laying on her back.

you sloppily kiss her, licking into her mouth before kissing down her neck and the valley of her breasts “treat me so good jess” you mumble against her hot skin “no one’s ever made me cum that hard”

she moans at the praise and threads her fingers through your roots softly as you kiss your way down her body. you settle at the end of the bed and slowly put her legs over your shoulders, kissing the inside of her thighs “especially him” you purr, dipping the tip of your middle finger inside her before circling her clit.

“fuck” jessie chokes out, gripping the roots of your hair tighter.

you continue to prod at her entrance teasingly whilst your non-dominant hand crawls it’s way back up her stomach. flattening your palm just above her belly button, you press your tongue to her clit firmly and watch her head slowly roll back on her neck.

one thing that you had learnt about jessie from being friends with her was that she would kill to be praised. she never asked for it, obviously, but everytime someone would tell her how well she was doing a determined fire lit in her eyes. you now know that jessie strived to be the best on the pitch and in the bedroom.

while your tongue works her swollen clit painfully slow your middle and ring finger spread her folds. “such a good girl getting me off like that jess” you praise, pressing your fingers against her “good girls get rewards y’know”

jessie does the best to hold eye contact with you as you slowly sink into her, pulling a delicious groan from her lips “you do know that good girls get rewards, don’t you?”

“mhm” she nods, moving one hand from your hair to cup your cheek, running her thumb over your cheekbone affectionately.

you gather some of her wetness on the tips of your fingers and circle her entrance once again before pushing your middle finger in, curling it as you go. you keep your eyes locked on jessie as she throws her head back and begins to pant. desperate for another reaction like that, you curl and uncurl your finger whilst thrusting in and out of her at a comfortable pace.

jessie’s chest rises and falls and her fingers tighten in your hair “more” she breathes out “please”

“more?” you hum and jessie nods. “i think you deserve that”

you punctuate your words with a second finger. you build your pace until she’s withering under you, her legs shaking and her is abdomen tensing. “c-close” loudly moans “don’t stop i’m so close”

“you gonna cum for me jessie?” you muse, laying your head on her thigh right next to her pussy. your breath fans over her clit that’s desperate for attention and when she gives you another quick nod, you cave.

you’re quick to make work of her clit, sucking and licking to your heart’s content. your eyes are trained on jessie’s face, watching her screw her eyes shut and drop her jaw as she mumbles profanities to no one in particular. she pulsates around your fingers and you can tell that she’s right of the edge just waiting to plummet.

you decide to give her a little push.

you pull off her clit “been so good for me jess. so, so good for me. c’mon baby”

the praise does exactly what you expect. her eyes roll to the back of her head and her hips twitch wildly as you slow your pace to help her ride it out. her loud moans are music to your ears as she comes undone all over you, her juices running down your fingers and beginning to pool in the palm of your hand.

you keep yourself still inside her for a moment as she pants heavily. she lifts her head just as you pull out of her slowly and bring your soaked fingers to your mouth to like them clean of her.

“oh fuck” she curses, throwing her head back against the soft pillow tiredly.

you can’t help but laugh and crawl back up the length of her body, smiling sweetly at her before peppering kisses all over her face. her freckled cheeks are still flushed and she’s got a layer of sweat coating her but you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

“so how you feeling?” she asks you as if her legs aren’t still shaking minutely from the earth shattering orgasm you just gave her.

“like i’ve made the right choice”

[flemingsfreckles]

Physio’s Daughter pt.5

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Read the previous parts HERE

Warnings: cursing

WC: 4.0k

A/N: hi :) enjoy (if you’re reading this the same day it was posted and want to help make a decision on the future of this story go vote on the poll on my feed)

The players ended up with way more downtime than the staff during the week before you all left for Paris they were really only responsible for keeping their bodies ready to play and showing up to get on the plane. You and the rest of the staff had meetings, more paperwork, you all had to pack your equipment away, it took more hours of your time than you had expected.

This meant you had to turn down Jessie on three different occasions when she asked you to coffee.

The first time Jessie shook off the rejection. Not thinking much about it, you were obviously busy with work and didn’t have the time that day.

“I’m wrapping up here. Want to grab a coffee this afternoon?” She stuck her head into your office.

“I would Jessie but I’m not out of here until 5 tonight. Plus should we be grabbing coffee?” You give her a questioning look. You had agreed to friends now, friends grabbed coffee but it felt like a gateway to something more with her.

“Oh, okay, sorry I didn’t realize you had to work so late.”

She shook you off, walking back over to her locker to grab her stuff and leave for the day, having to stop alone for coffee.

She didn’t stop asking, one thing about that girl, she loved to stop by your office and she also loved to get coffee.

“Coffee? Do you have a lunch break at some point?” Jessie’s head once again swung around your office door early in the morning when players were released for a couple hours break before having to return in the evening for film.

You sigh throwing your hands up, gesturing to the pile of papers in front of you “I’m supposed to get a lunch but I think I have more travel paperwork to do during that time, I don’t know Kelly from the administration called and-”

“Don’t worry about it.” You notice the tight lipped half smile she gives you. You so badly wanted to say fuck it to the paperwork and go get coffee with Jessie, you’d get coffee with that woman every second of every day if you could. But you had work. You were at work and she was your coworker.

Insistent on getting you to say yes, Jessie offers another plan. “What about tomorrow morning since it’s a later start? Before we come in?”

“Tomorrow I have to be here at normal times, it’s just you guys who get to come in late.” You give her a frown.

“Look if you don’t want to come to coffee with me, that’s okay, just say that though.” Her voice is quiet but she looks frustrated with you. Her eyebrows furrowed, upset lines on her forehead.

“No! Jessie, I do! I do want to get coffee with you, just, this isn’t a great week. I’ve still got a ton of work to get done before we leave. As the newbie on the staff I get all the simple but time consuming work no one else wants. Unfortunately the next few weeks will be just as crazy for both of us.”

“Okay.” She turns to leave “I’m sorry for bothering you.” Before you can really stop her to explain that she’s not a bother and honestly the short chats you get with her are the highlight of your day, she exits the door. And you're left alone in your office, a massive pile of paperwork to still get done.

With only two days left before you had to fly to Paris you were trying to get most of your work done today. You didn’t want to have to deal with work and the stress of packing tomorrow. You curse yourself for not packing sooner. You end up in the office until it’s dark outside checking your watch and seeing it was 7:30 at night. Your mom had left the office two hours ago, giving you a kiss on the head and telling you not to stay up too late.

You focus in, getting tunnel vision on the paperwork, racing through the stack of papers, until your phone goes off.

Jessie Fleming: what time do you have to be in tomorrow?

A text from Jessie has your phone vibrating in your lap. You pick it up and respond, wondering why she would need to know.

You: 5:30

You: Do you need treatment? Is your calf alright?

Jessie Fleming: So the facility will be open at 5:30? Calf is fine but I’m trying to get in some extra recovery and stretching, feeling a bit tight after today's work.

You: Yeah it should be, for all I know I might still be here when you show up.

Jessie Fleming: You’re still there?

You: I am

You: sent an image

You send Jessie a selfie of you, smiling in your desk chair, a significantly smaller stack of papers than she saw you with earlier in the day.

Jessie Fleming: sent an image

The image is her, in what you assumed was her Canadian apartment bed, a soft smile on her face, her head resting on a pillow with light gray cover on it. What also stands out to you is the way her sheet is pulled up, just under her collarbones. You can see her collarbones, she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

You: Why are you in bed this early?

You: Do you sleep shirtless?

You regret hitting send on the second message when you actually see that she’s typing.

Jessie Fleming: That’s professional to ask

Jessie Fleming: But yes

Jessie Fleming: Most of the time

Jessie Fleming: Obviously not when I have travel roommates or anything, but I’m in my own place for the next few days so I’m enjoying it before a lot of hotels with Janine.

Jessie Fleming: And I’m in bed because I’m watching a documentary and I’ve been told to get as much sleep as I can by the training staff at work.

Jessie Fleming: Especially this new young girl, she has been on my case about taking care of myself and whatever, but she’s cute so I gave her a pass.

The mention of Janine has your mind thinking back to the other day, Janine grabbing Jessie and whispering to her before she gave you a look that felt like she suddenly knew everything. You wanted to ask Jessie about it but now probably wasn’t the best time.

You: I sleep like that too, more comfortable

You: I’m sure that girl is just looking out for you.

Jessie Fleming: I know, right? I tried to tell that to so many of my teammates, none of them listen.

Jessie Fleming: stop texting me, go back to work so you can go home.

You: you’re the one texting me

Jessie Fleming: shhhhh

You: 🙄

You put your phone away, putting it on silent so there was no temptation to text Jessie, having no idea if she had responded. You finish your paperwork, finally standing up your back and knees both cracking as you stretch. You check you phone as you walk to the car, seeing it was 8:22. You’d have to go home, get dinner, shower, all to get up at 4:30 to be at work by 5:30.

A message from Jessie sits on your screen. You debate texting her back but you don’t want to wake her if she’s already gone to sleep.

Jessie Fleming: Have a good night, hope you’re not at work too late :)

When you sit back at your desk the next morning you feel deja vu, feeling like you never left. The only difference is there is no longer a pile of work in front of you, you thank yourself for staying to complete it all last night. You lean forward letting your head rest on your desk for a moment.

“Hi!” Jessie comes around the corner of your office, sounding way too chipper for 5:30 in the morning, but then again she was able to be in bed at 7:30. You look up to her to see her carrying two coffees. She approaches you and sticks her hand out offering you one of the drinks. You were so grateful, you had opted for 5 minutes of extra sleep in the morning instead of getting a coffee and you were starting to regret that decision.

“Should you really be showing up to my office with coffee? You do remember what happened last time you did that, right?” You question her, squinting at her across your desk and sending a glance to the wall where she had pinned you.

“Maybe that’s why I’m doing it, maybe I liked what happened last time.” She pauses, tilting her head, thinking back to the memory. “Except not when your Mom walked in, I didn’t like that, that was terrifying.” A quick grimace follows by a smile comes across her face.

“Jessie, we can’t.”

“I know, I know.” She sounds defeated. “I just figured since going out for coffee doesn’t really fit into your schedule right now, I’d just bring it to you. I promise I’m not trying to get anything out of you.” She sits down in the seat across from you.

“How late were you here last night?” Jessie’s phone buzzes on the table, she ignores it.

“Just before 9.”

“Oh wow, I was asleep by then.” You envy her early bedtime.

“Yeah so I am incredibly grateful for this, thank you.” You shake your coffee cup as her phone lights up with another notification. This time your eyes trail to it. You’re not trying to look at her messages but you just can’t help but glance at the lit up screen.

Jessie noticed your eyes' quick movement toward her phone, “Sorry that’s just Janine, I told her I was coming in to do some early recovery and she’s giving me a hard time about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s just teasing me.” She pauses, “about you.” She uses her coffee cup in her hand to point at you.

“Oh, did you tell her? She gave me a weird look the other day, after you came back and we hugged in the training room, you two walked out together and she sort of stared at me. So did you tell her? About the kiss I mean?” Finally getting an appropriate time to ask what was up with Janine’s look.

“It may have slipped out, one of the times I was talking about you. But she’s been teasing me about you since before that.” Jessie looks down to type back to Janine on her phone.

“Jessie!” Her head snapped back up when she heard you scolding her name. Knowing someone else knows about your kiss, someone you didn’t yet know well enough, makes you uneasy. “You can’t just be telling people that!”

“It’s Janine, she’s my best friend, she knows me too well, she knew something happened and asked. I didn't think it would be a big deal, she’s not going to tell anyone.” Jessie defends herself.

“I get that you think that Jessie, but if she slips up, next thing the whole team knows, then it gets out, you’ll get in trouble for sleeping with the student trainer, who’s 4 years younger than you.” You were spiraling, you’re not sure if you believe what you’re saying or if your mom had just scared you into it. You didn’t want your own career to be at risk and you definitely didn’t want Jessie getting in trouble.

“We haven’t slept together, plus you’re an adult, it’s not like I’m 20 and you’re 16! We’re both grown.”

“I know that, but good luck telling that to anyone else, they won’t listen!”

“I really didn’t mean to tell her, it just sort of slipped out and I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be an issue.” Jessie crosses her arms across her chest, she feels less warm than usual, less friendly, less inviting.

Only, it felt like it was a problem that she had told people. You weren’t sure why Jessie would think it was okay to go around telling people about your kiss without at least checking in with you. A small bubble of frustration with the woman sitting across from you started to build.

“Jessie, if people find out I could get fired! Sure, it might temporarily make your image bad but you’re too damn good, you’ll stay Captain, you’ll keep getting your call ups, keep being desired by different clubs, it won’t ruin your career like it could mine.”

“Nothing is going to get out, nothings going to happen, it’s not that big of a deal!” Now Jessie is raising her voice at you slightly. She’s leaning across your desk.

“Maybe it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal that to you, but it is to me.” You yell back, thankful that no one else was in at the office yet. You take a breath realizing this argument was not something you needed to be doing at 5:30 in the morning. “You should probably go do your recovery. I have things to get done” You point to the doorway.

“Oh.” It’s obvious the sadness on Jessie’s face and in her voice. A sudden change from her argumentative demeanor. “Yeah, I’m going to do that.” She pushed back from your desk. “I’m sorry.”

You let her walk out without saying anything. She doesn’t close your office door on her way out. Feeling stupid about the argument, you let your forehead come crashing back onto your desk with a loud thud, a lot harder than you intended.

“You okay?” You hear Jessie ask, hearing the sound of your head against your desk from the other room.

“Yeah, all good.” You groan back. You didn’t want her to care and feel the need to check on you. You know you shouldn’t care about he either but you can’t help yourself.

Despite being quite annoyed with Jessie at the moment, you’re unable to look away every time she passes by your door, doing exercises or walking across the room to get equipment. Time goes on and then you hear her digging in the ice cooler, the sound of a plastic bag and some shuffling around.

“Stupid wrap.” Hearing her talking to herself you stand up from your chair, it was your job after all to help with these things. You see her struggling to hold and secure a bag of ice she had made to her calf.

“Let me help you.” You offer empty hands to take the ice bag from her, grabbing the wrap and squatting in front of her to help her get it tight on her leg.

“Thanks.” She gives you a smile, the way she was grinning looking down at you sent a shiver through your body.

“Is it still treating you okay?” You look up at her from where you’re kneeling in front of her.

“Yeah it’s been good, just being overly cautious with it still, that’s why I’m doing all this.” She points down where your hands were wrapping the ice bag. You just nod, returning your focus to what you were doing instead of staring up at the girl’s pretty brown eyes.

You let the silence sit between the two of you for only a second before you break it.

“I’m sorry for how I reacted in the office just now. I think I’m just a little paranoid, we’re adults, we’re allowed to do what we’re doing technically. I just didn’t think you’d be going around talking about me and the fact that you kissed me.” You stand up.

“To be fair, I’m not going around talking about you to everyone, it’s really just been to Janine, she made some comments about you before we had even really talked much, she knows me too well. She knew I was interested, so she made some comments about me finding you pretty to which I blushed and she was onto me right away apparently I’m not great at hiding my crushes.” She looks down at her feet.

“I just freaked out, knowing that someone else knows that you had me against the wall, in my office.”

“If it helps, she doesn’t know I pinned you to the wall.” Jessie’s face is now a bright red. It’s suddenly very obvious to you how close the two of you we’re standing, face to face. It’s apparent that you can make out all the little details of her face, where each freckle sat across her nose and cheeks, you could see it all. Despite still being upset and frustrated with Jessie for telling Janine about your previous kiss, you suddenly don’t care and have the desire to kiss her all over again.

“Jessie.” You stare at her lips while saying her name. You don’t know if she noticed you’re staring, but her tongue runs over her bottom lip, wetting it.

“What?”

“Don’t, what, me. You know what.” Your eyes don’t move from Jessie’s lips.

“No I don’t. You’ll have to enlighten me.” You do, leaning in your hands finding her face you pull her toward you. Your lips meet hers, they’re warm and soft and plump against yours. Her hands find your hips, pulling you against her hard. Her grip is tight, it feels safe. This time you’re able to finish your kiss, both of you pulling away just before you debate sliding your tongue against her lips.

“You really should stop bringing coffee to my office I guess, it always seems to end like this.” You let out once you both breathe for a second. Jessie lets out a soft laugh.

You hear the door to the training room open and you jump away from Jessie, turning to pretend to organize something, finding nothing, everything already being packed up. This leaves you just standing there looking at the wall. You and Jessie both look over to see Janine standing there, coffee in one hand, training bag in the other and a smirk across her face.

“Well you two aren’t suspicious at all.” She says sarcastically as she walks from the doorway further into the training room and in your direction. “I’d recommend actually doing something to make it look like you two weren’t just doing what I think you were.” You can’t read her tone as she speaks to you. “Looking at imaginary things on the wall doesn’t really work as a good cover.” She stops behind you to speak softly only to you. You stay facing the wall, not wanting to turn and let either of the players in the room see how bright red your cheeks are.

“I’m going to go change, I’ll be back in probably 5 minutes, behave yourselves.” Janine says to both of you, she walks away into the changing room.

“Whoops.” You turn back to look at Jessie who is still standing where you kissed her. You both have matching blushes on your face.

“At least it wasn’t my mom this time.” You shrug at her, trying to make light of the situation again.

“I guess,” she shrugs back.

“But seriously Jessie, we can’t keep doing this, we leave for Paris in less than 36 hours. You have to go, be focused, be this team's leader, we can’t, I can’t be distracting you.”

“I know.”

“So that means no more surprise coffees, no more private meetings, like Janine said, we have to behave. Strictly professional from now on. No more of this.” You use a finger to point between the two of you.

“Strictly professional, got it.” She nods at you but her smile tells you she’s not taking you seriously.

“I’m serious this time Jessie.” You try your best to be stern with her.

“So am I.” You were both lying through your teeth, and you both knew it but neither of you were going to call each other out and say anything.

“Or just until the Olympics are over.” You add, hoping she’ll maybe be interested in whatever the two of you were doing come the end of the games.

“Until it's over.” She flashes you a smile before turning to leave, following in the direction Janine went to change. She flashes you a smile before heading through the doors. You move back into your office leaning against the desk.

“Hey.” You jump as Janine flies around the corner of your office door. She walks in closing the door behind you.

“Okay I don’t have a lot of time, but I need to talk to you really quick.”

“What’s up?” You move behind the desk, looking for her file pulling it out. You start to open it and Janine’s hand comes down on it, closing the folder hard.

“This isn’t about me.” She’s staring down at you as you sink back into your chair.

You realized exactly what this was about. “Oh.”

“If you so much as hurt a hair on her head-”

“I won’t.” You interrupt.

“I wasn’t finished.” You nod, letting her finish. “Jessie is a special human and quite frankly she doesn’t need you. She’s perfect on her own, she’s strong and independent and she doesn’t need you, but she wants you, so I’m going to respect that, but please let her focus on this tournament. I don’t know what you two are really doing, she’s been pretty tight lipped, but please. She’s smart but she might not think straight with her crush brain, she might think she can handle starting something with you during this tournament, but she can’t. She needs to be focused. She’d hate herself down the line if she let someone get in her head and mess with her playing. She’s worked her life for these tournaments. This team needs her focused, not distracted because of you.” Janine rants at you.

“I know. We’ve discussed it. I won’t be a distraction to her or to anyone. I promise, I want what’s best for her and the whole team.” You mean it, you want what’s best for the team, and you don’t want to distract Jessie or anyone, you saw how hard they all worked and would hate to be the reason anything went wrong.

“You seem like a good person, and given that Jessie likes you so much, you must be. So I’m going to trust you.” Her hand comes off the file on your desk.

“Janine! Come play Teqball with me!” Jessie hollers through the training room.

“Ahh the queen of Canada awaits.” Janine says, looking at you. She turns to leave, her hand on the doorknob. “Just so you know, I’m serious, don’t hurt her, I’ll make your life miserable.” The way she spoke with still a large smile while telling you she’d ruin your life was slightly terrifying, but very much fitting for her Canadian personality.

“I know.” You just nod. And you did know. It wouldn’t just be Janine coming after you if you messed up with Jessie her entire team would hate you. If you distracted her from the tournament the country of Canada would hate you. You’d never get to work for a Canadian team, you’d never get to live that down. Your nerves build up a bit, even though you had no intentions to hurt Jessie ever, things happen, life happens.

Your spiral of nerves is diminished as you hear Jessie’s laugh carrying through the room. Just her laugh made you smile, your nerves ease. You were in deep, probably in too deep, but there wasn’t anything you could do now, except go to Paris and do your best to just be coworkers with Jessie. You needed to be invisible and not a distraction..

So that’s what you did. Or at least tried to do.

[lovinpelova]

ride it | j. fleming

summary; jessie loves when you ride her, it doesn't take her long to figure out you love the way her arms look when you do. [SMUT]

🎵 next to you - bryson tiller

ever since jessie introduced her strap-on into your shared sex life, the both of you have been obsessed.

the first time you used it she was gentle- so loving and sweet with her thrusts as she laced your fingers together on both hands. she'd grinned at the way you softly moaned her name whilst wrapping your legs around her waist, tightening and loosening them in rhythm with her thrusts so she could get deeper and pull out the perfect amount for you. jessie had made love to you plenty of times before but this was different, you'd trusted her with a new experience and she made you feel heavenly the entire time. she showed you why you loved her and just how much she loved you, she learned another way to please you and she'd been enamoured with it since.

especially when you ride her.

the first time you rode her it was like she was looking at heaven. sure you'd ridden her fingers and face before, but this time it was really spurring her on. both hands free to do whatever she wanted, she had you bouncing up and down like a wild animal in heat and could control all your movements, grabbing your hips to grind them against hers before slamming them up and down and feeling your thighs tighten against hers as you finally reached your high.

plus it's an easier way to get out her stress that doesn't result in forearm or tongue cramp.

it had started with a filthy kiss and some teasing, denying you anything more than a small slip of her tongue against yours before pulling away with a cocky and lopsided grin, taking in your dazed state from the intensity as she wrapped her arm around you to continue watching the movie she'd put on. you waited another fifteen minutes with your hand shamelessly rubbing her inner thigh, taking note of the way her facade fell momentarily with a breathy sigh and close of her eyes, groaning in annoyance when she immediately switched back to normal.

you would've waited until she couldn't control herself anymore like usual - and you truly planned on it - until you saw the discreet bulge in her shorts. wanting to jump her bones immediately you let go of all self control and pulled her into a heated kiss whilst moving to straddle her lap, your girlfriend smirking as her hands trailed to your waist and guided you to grind onto the strap painfully slowly. you pulled away from the kiss and tried to speed up your movements, grunting in annoyance as she held your hips to the pace she wanted instead and smirked up at you.

"gotta take what you can get y/n/n."

"jess, you've been teasing me for nearly an hour now. please."

you practically begged with your forehead resting on hers, the canadian searching your eyes and seeing you were sincere. you truly needed her to fuck you- after the week you'd had she couldn't blame you. two awful training sessions with emma constantly scolding you for missing simple passes, saying you just weren't good enough, then benching you on gameday the following week. you tried to reason with her and say you were feeling a bit off the rails recently but she wasn't having it, so she promised you to be starting in two matches time when you sorted yourself out.

"okay, okay babygirl. i'll fuck you good, yeah? you like the sound of that?"

"please baby, need it now."

you whimpered pathetically as one of her hands dipped under your shorts and began collecting your wetness on her fingers, moving them up to rub your clit smoothly whilst she smiled in response to your breathy moans.

"take 'em off princess."

standing up to take them off alongside your underwear, you watched as jessie lifted her hips to remove her own shorts, revealing the strap you'd learned to love over the past couple of months. you had to stop yourself from moaning at the sight, taking in the way jessies thighs were so toned and thick whilst she spread her legs comfortably, patting them for you to sit down again.

the way her arms flexed had you drooling, eyes trailing all over them as you took in the bicep vein that ran along to her elbow, how toned her forearms were when she moved them and the way her biceps bulged out underneath her loosely fit black t-shirt.

"c'mere baby."

she encouraged again once she noticed you zoning out on her body, leaning forward to grab your hips gently and guide you onto her lap with a soft kiss, sighing in content at the way you sank into her hold without even realising. the canadians hands lifted your hips up as you both pulled away to look down in focus, yourself helping her by holding your body up whilst she grabbed the strap with one hand and guided it towards your entrance. the two of you moaned in unison as you watched your hips sink down onto the strap without difficulty, quickly feeling your girlfriend bottom out inside of you and stretch you out deliciously.

"attagirl, takin' it like a good girl. deserve this after the week you've had, don't you my girl?"

"please- can i move baby?"

the brunette below you nodded her head enthusiastically, watching you begin to bounce on her strap like a bunny as your pace slowly but surely sped up. her hands held your hips to keep them steady and lined up correctly, mouth trailing over your exposed neck to leave the occasional love bite as she whispered praises into your skin.

"doin' so good prettygirl, ridin' me so well. such a good girl. so good for me, aren't you? that's it baby- grind on it just like that, use me prettygirl."

"you feel so good jess, 'm gettin' close."

"yeah babe? y'gonna cum for me? that feel good?"

you nodded your head desperately to her words, hands moving from her shoulders to her arms and gripping onto them tightly as your moans became higher pitched with each one you let out. jessie had to physically restrain herself from flipping you onto your back and fucking the life out of you, your moans of her name making her groan in pleasure and throw her head back, feeling your fingers grip her biceps as she held onto your waist tightly. she looked up at you and saw the way your eyes were fixed on her arms, smirking in acknowledgement.

"you like the way my arms look when i hold you like this baby? how about when i do this?"

she grabbed your hips and pushed them up and down on her strap even faster, watching your eyes roll back with a guttural moan leaving your lips before they were set on her arms again. you watched the way her forearms tensed and biceps bulged out of her small frame, barely resisting the urge to fucking eat them.

"what about when i do this? eyes on my arms babygirl."

she encouraged as your eyes trailed up to hers, shaking her head in response and watching your mouth fall open to let a string of moans out as she began moving your hips in a grinding motion, loving the way your pupils dilated and fingers groped her muscles even tighter.

"jess! fuck, feels so good baby!"

you chanted out her name as she smiled up at you, continuing to grind your hips against hers in a vile motion whilst you rode out your orgasm, lips scattering kisses along your neck and clothed shoulder with your fingers still gripping onto her tightly. sure that you were going to leave finger-shaped bruises on her biceps you let go after calming down with your arms wrapping around her neck and hers tightening around your waist before she flipped you onto your back- obviously wanting to act on the previous thoughts she'd struggled to resist from.

[pixiesfz]

Hey! I was wondering if I could do a UCLA!jessie smut? Where the reader isn’t a virgin per se but maybe has never used a strap on or anything like that and is rlly innocent and needs a hand with that stuff? If not that’s chill too😊

the way I asked that was so strange 😭

ohhhhh fuck yes.

something new j.f x r

plot: Jessie wants to try something new in the bedroom and doesn't know how to tell you

warning: fluffy smut

Jessie was very smart, she was very good in school and always had been. She ran laps around you, especially in Science, and as her personal girlfriend, you used it to your advantage, stealing her notes every so often and asking her questions at 2 in the morning that you knew she would answer.

Except for the last week Jessie had been distracted...

You didn't know what from, You both had to leave for the Olympics to represent your countries soon and it was your senior year, you assumed she was stressed.

You walked into her dorm with your books for science as she was stuck on her phone, an unusual sight.

"Hey" You smiled, walking in the door as the girl quickly dropped her phone, a blush spreading over her cheeks "Hey" she said after and you furrowed her brows.

You settled your books down at her desk "I saw you were off in class today so I tried really hard to take down notes, and I voice recorded sir's class so we could go over it" you explained, flipping through your pages.

"You did that for me?" Jessie asked, standing up and walking over to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind.

You looked up to her "I assumed your mind was running lately and I didn't want to add any stress" you smiled and the girl squeezed you tighter to her.

"I hadn't even realized I was doing that," Jessie said, kissing you on the cheek before checking your notes.

"They're not the best-" "I love them," Jessie said, her chin digging into your shoulder "I love you" you smiled "I love you too".

Jessie was mentally yelling at herself.

She had many friends, as well as you on the UCLA team but some were closer than others, meaning some were more invested in your relationship than others.

It wasn't until a certain Australian goalkeeper got nosy and started teasing Jessie that she came to an understanding.

It was at a party, you had gone back to the Netherlands to see your family for the weekend and Teagan had taken Jessie to a frat party, which she spent the whole time checking her phone from a message from you and drinking random drinks that her friends told her to try out of boredom.

"How are you and y/n?" Teagan asked and Jessie blushed, causing the Australian to roll her eyes playfully "We're good" Jessie replied

"Just good?" Teagan teased and Jessie groaned "what? do you want me to say we're getting married?"

"maybe"

The two girls laughed "What about you Miss I get so many girls" Jessie shot back at her friend who smirked "Oh well I leave all my 'relationships' satisfied" Jessie almost spat out her drink from laughter in disbelief "It's true" Teagan told her "especially when I bring out the strap" Teagan smirked and Jessie looked at her.

"You use a strap?"

Teagan nodded "you don't?" she asked and Jessie shook her head, shocking Teagan "really?" once again Jessie shook her head "I guess we've just never thought about it"

Teagan not long after found a girl to take home sending Jessie a large gestured wink before leaving.

Jessie's mind had been spiraling ever since.

She imagined you under her, taking in her strap for the first time, the noises you could make under her drove her crazy.

Every time you made a sound that could be equivalent to a moan, grunt or even just you saying her name softly made her have to squeeze her legs together in class. There was no way that she could pay attention in class when you constantly leaned your head back out of frustration of not getting the work, which usually Jessie would help with.

She didn't know how to bring up this new issue she had with you, she didn't know how you would react or even if you would like it. Her imagination of bending you over pieces of furniture in her dorm were driving her mad and if she asked you and you said no, she didn't know how she would react.

So maybe not telling you would be a good idea.

But now you were looking at her with a glint in your eye and she felt like she was about to combust.

"Are you okay?" You ask your girlfriend who had a small blush painted on her cheeks "yeah I'm fine" she told you but you shook your head "Are you worried for the Olympics?" you ask and the brunette shook her head "not particularly"

You nodded your head slowly, trying to read if your girlfriend was telling the truth "well if it's not the Olympics what's up?

Jessie looked at you before looking at a plastic bag she had in the corner and looked back to you.

"It is the Olympics actually"

You rolled your eyes "liar" you pointed at her chest "what it is Canada has a good chance and what if we verse each other?"

You pushed your girlfriend towards her bed "then we try our hardest, like we talked about before I went home last week" you aid calmly before she sat down, her hands resting on your waist.

"I guess I'm just frustrated" Jessie sighed, her eyes settling on the piece of skin her hands were brushing over.

You smirked, looking down on your girlfriend "sexually?"

Jessie's face burned, how did you know?, did you guess? Had you somehow read her mind and knew she wanted to pound into you until you didn't have enough energy to speak english?

well maybe that took it a bit far...

Jessie was always an over thinker.

You grabbed your girlfriends chin to look up to you "well are you?" you ask and the Canadian nodded.

"Jessie, you know you can get me into bed easily" you smirked, plopping down next to her, one of your legs wrapping around her own "I know it's just-" Jessie stopped herself as you leaned into her "what is it Jess?"

You knew you could get anything out of her by using that small nickname.

"I want to try something new" she stated softly and you sat up, an eager smile on your face "really?" you ask and she nodded "I just wasn't sure how to approach it"

You nodded, softly kissing your girlfriends lips "we have a safe place here Jess, anything we do or say stays with us" you told her and she nodded saying a small 'okay' before turning to you "can we just get into the vibe first?" she asked and you smiled nodding, softly pushing your girlfriend down into the bed before straddling her lap "like this?"

"this works" Jessie smiled before you leant down, capturing her in a kiss.

You grew wet at her words when she said she wanted to try something new, excited by the thought and intrigued.

As you kept kissing her, slightly grinding your hips into hers you felt her hand sneak up your shirt, her hands playing with your boobs since you came in your pajama's.

"I want" Jessie said as you pulled away slightly, just enough so she could get her words out "I want to fuck you with a strap?"

Jessie leaned back to see your reaction, her eyes trying to find an answer before you spoke.

You smiled before nodding "I'd like that" Jessie smiled "yeah?" and you kissed her lips again "yeah, I trust you with anything"

You saw the girl quickly look to the bag in the corner again "Did you buy one?" you ask and the girl shyly nodded "Do you want to try it tonight?" you ask and she nodded again, more eagerness in this one as you hopped off of her.

"Show me it" you said as the girl got up, grabbing the bag before sitting back down on the bed with you "having it out in the open?" you tease

"you act like you aren't the only person I let in here"

You both smiled as she pulled it out, a black harness with a fairly shaped purple strap latched onto it "My favorite colour" you praised before pulling her into a kiss.

Pulling away Jessie pointed at you "we can't go straight in" she said and you nodded "Good cause I thought that might hurt" you agreed, letting the girl switch positions with you, her on top of you now.

"Do you know how to use it?" You asked and she nodded "I uhm- I watched some video's" she cringed at her own sentance before you looked back to when you came inside "Where you watching porn before I got here?" you asked and the girl turned red "shut up" you laughed "you do love to learn" you hummed as your girlfriend leaned in "at least I can teach you now".

Your tops had been abandoned now on the floor as Jessie's lips trailed down your stomach, her fingertips, tiptoeing around your waist band before you lifted your hips, telling her to take them off which she did before spreading your legs apart.

"I think you might be more excited for this than me" she teased, kissing the insides of your thighs You looked down at her "tease me too much and I'll make you wait another night for this" you quipped and the girl laughed, her breath hitting your heat, giving you slight friction you craved "alright, alright" she said before letting her tongue run through your folds, a moan falling through your lips from the impact.

"so good" Jessie moaned from her place beneath you, slowly adding a finger in as her tongue lapped over your clit "just open up for me baby" she told you, her other hand reaching out to hold your boob, using it as a stress toy.

"You can add a second" you whined as Jessie started to increase her speed, obliging your request and adding a second "fuck Jessie" you moaned, your hand reaching out to her hair, keeping her in place as she started to curl her fingers, hitting your G spot.

You were a moaning mess, as Jessie sent you praises "good job baby, just like that" as if you were doing the hard work "Jess s'm so good" you moaned, tugging at her hair which only made her go in harder.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as your breaths became faster, your first orgasm building "I'm gonna-" "I know baby let it go"

It was quickly after that you came over Jessie's fingers, the girl spreading your juices all over you, preparing you.

"Fuck you are so good at that" you told Jessie who blushed, bringing you into a kiss so you could taste yourself, both of you moaning at the contact.

Jessie pulled away, standing up as you watched in anticipation of her taking off her joggers and boxers, pulling the strap up her legs before grabbing another cream out of the bag "supposed to make it go in easier" she said "Jessie I know what lube is" you smirked.

Your breath hitched as you saw your girlfriend apply it on the strap, making it look like she was stroking her own cock, turning you on ten times more than you already were.

When Jessie climbed back onto the bed she looked down at you "not even sure we needed that baby, you are so wet" she gawked and you smiled, pulling her down into another kiss "just for you".

Jessie positioned herself with the tip to go inside of you, holding the strap with one hand and your hand with the other.

"Okay big stretch" she said as she slowly went into you, your breath hitching as you squeezed her hand before she fully went in.

She left it in for a moment, leaving small kisses around your chest "you're doing so well for me" she told you as you felt normal again "you ready?" she asked and you nodded.

Jessie slowly moved in and out as your eyes rolled back out of pleasure "Jessie please" you whined as you decided you were ready to go faster which she did "fuck" she breathed out, also getting pleasure off of it.

When Jessie decided to pull out further before entering back into you, you moaned loudly, sending Jessie into a high as she did it again, harder and faster as you were practically screaming out her name.

For the first time Jessie was happy she had an alone dorm near nobody else's.

Your nails were scratching along her back as you both were moaning each others names "fuck Jessie I'm coming" you whined, your pitch going higher as she pounded into you harder, her name falling off your tongue with profanities until you finally snapped, Jessie slowed down her movements letting you get off your high before you pulled away, her slipping out of you easily.

Both of you were capturing your breaths with smiles before Jessie pulled the strap off her body and cuddled into you.

When you finally got your breath back you pulled your girlfriend into a kiss "Jessie" you said and the girl hummed

"The next time you want to try something new, don't wait a week to tell me"

[skipper1331]

The next morning // Jessie Fleming

pt. 2 of the drunk and the sober

You woke up to a weight on your chest, your face covered in dark hair as arms were snuggled around your mid section while your head hurt painfully.

You wiped the hair out of your face to see the sleeping beauty. Her breathing was even, her freckles on full display and your own arms wrapped around her body protectively. You couldn‘t help yourself but stroke over her cheek with your thumb. Waking up like this felt like heaven, a dream come true.

You‘d been in love with Jess as long as you can remember, you fell for the quiet shy girl who was absolutely adorable.

"You look so beautiful" you mumbled in her hair, her nose slightly scrunching. You let her sleep as long as she had to, the least you could do after last night, though you kept stroking her cheek gently. You didn‘t notice nor did she but she melted in to your touch.

After an hour or so, the canadian slowly woke up, wiggling around yet still resting on top of you "good morning sunshine" you whispered as you saw that she opened her eyes. As soon as she heard your voice her head snapped up, her body following behind. She looked down at you while she was straddling your lap. Your hands placed themselves on her bare thighs. "I love that position" you grinned, sitting up. Jess‘ eyes scanned your movements "how did you sleep, pretty girl?" you asked sincerely. The midfielder started blush, tilting her head down as her fair fell in front of her face to hide her blush "don‘t hide that pretty face" both of your hands brushed her hair out of her face "do you remember anything from last night?" she asked, ignoring your question. To be honest, she slept better than ever. She felt safe, secure and protected and it was all because of you. "Most parts" you replied, your hands back at resting on her thighs, drawing circles on them. She looked cute wearing your clothes.

As if she only now realized what position you were in, she immediately got off of you and the bed, scrambling her stuff together. "Painkillers are next to you, drink a glass of water and eat something" she said before she rushed out of the room. "Jess!" you ran after, stopping her as she was about to open the front door. Your head was throbbing but you didn‘t care, all you cared about was Jessie. You saw that she wasn‘t comfortable being here, the way her eyes were looking everywhere but you, the way she took a step back as you were in front of her. "Let me drive you home"

"Okay"

You put your shoes on in silence, the drive to her house was in silence, you wanted to say something - you didn‘t. She was staring out of the window, her legs pointing away from you, her stuff in her lap, arms wrapped around it protectively.

The car came to a stop at her home, "thank you" she whispered, not leaving the car just yet. She wanted you to say something, anything. She didn‘t know what she wanted to hear, just something about last night, about your feelings. "Look - I got the message, okay? I won‘t flirt with you anymore" she looked at you but now it was your turn to look outside. That wasn‘t what Jess wanted to hear. "Fine" she rolled her eyes, leaving your car, slamming the door shut.

The moment she stepped out of your car, she regretted it.

Jess often had to struggle with her own feelings - how to deal with the unknown ones. She didn't know. She never had those feelings (always blushing, butterflies in her stomach, heart racing and tingling skin, everything felt like it was on fire) towards anyone before. She was shy and quiet, introverted and that someone - you - could like her didn't fit into her thoughts. How? And the fact that you flirted with her and teased her, stressed her out so much because she liked it. But the question was: was it you or the alcohol that was in your system.

"Fuck" you hit the steering wheel. All you wanted was- you didn‘t know what you wanted, not that what just happened, for sure.

Back at home, you took the painkillers, drank a glass of water and ate something, like Jessie told you.

Jessie

The girl that made your knees tremble, your heart skip a beat and made you feel happy. Was this the end?

You

Just to let you know, the shots didn‘t talk. It was me, they just made confident.

Your fingers typed the message faster than your brain could process it and before you knew it the text was sent. You tried to delete it but she already saw it - didn‘t reply. Your heart hurt yet there was nothing you could do, you could only hope that painkillers would help your aching heart too.

Half an hour later, someone was banging on your door, very penetratively. "Mate, what‘s wrong with you?" your thumb and middle finger rubbed your temples while the other hand opened the door.

"You confuse me!" your favorite canadian said as she brushed past you. "What?"

"You confuse me with all your- I don‘t know. What did you mean with your text?" she asked, her voice low as turned to you. "If I had the confidence I would flirt with you all the time"

"See! You’re confusing! What do you want from me?"

"Why am I confusing?! I just want you to be mine!" your voice was raised, arms wildly gesturing. How could she not understand that you want her?

"God Jess! You make me nervous everytime you‘re near me and i want you to like me back!" you were yelling by now, it didn‘t make your head hurt any less.

"I do!"

You didn‘t move, not able to "what was that?" she took a step towards you. "I do like you" her arms looped around your neck, instinctively yours went around her waist.

The silence around you was loud but in a good way, it was just the two of you in your own created bubble. "You‘re so confusing but I love it" you whispered, smiling, pulling her closer "so?" she asked. You leant forward, stopping an inch away "may i?" you asked, wanting to do the thing you wanted to do since forever. "please"

That‘s all you needed before you pushed your lips on her own. Butterflies filled your chest, the sweet taste of her lips made you melt as you turned putty in her hands. You dreamed about this for a long time and it‘s better than you ever imagined.

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[blankspaceblankday]

Songs that remind me of Syd & Carmy pt 2 (apparently every song just reminds me of them now):

i’ve highlighted the lyrics too

pauses then says, “You’re my best friend”

and you knew what it was, he is in love

i’d spend a lifetime givin’ you my heart

swear that i’ll be yours forever till forever falls apart

you’re on my mind and i can’t fight it

all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me

heard this while reading seasons of sydney on ao3!!!

if you’re lost you can look and you’ll find me

if you fall, i will

catch you, i’ll be waiting

but if you wait around a while, i’ll make you fall for me, i promise

you try to push me out, but i just find my way back in

i know what to say but it never comes out right

sometimes i hate that you know me so well

oh, you stress me out, you kill me

you drag me down, you fuck me up

[locke-esque-monster]

Miscellaneous (and by no means comprehensive) thoughts on Daryl Dixon tv show

The English major in me loves the narrative symmetry in making Daryl cut off the hand of someone who is a semi-redeemable dick after giving Rick so much shit about putting Merle in that position in season 1.

Likewise for whatever is happening with the symbolism of Daryl using the flag to kill a zombie. Or him fighting his way off the beaches of France as a reverse of his grandfather.

Did I almost instantly figure out that guy dying on the beach was an ancestor on Daryl's? Yes. But subtle storytelling has never been this universe's forte.

Good Lord, the abundance of religious imagery in this show. I don't hate it... but Jesus Christ (I'm referring to the exclamation - not who Laurent is the least subtle stand-in for him).

Ah, so apparently even in France they don't have haircuts in the apocalypse. Clearly the only people who knew how to give a haircut lived in Alexandria (Jessie, Enid), and now they're dead we're forever doomed to shaggy-haired children and trying to peer through a curtain of hair to read Daryl's expression. How the hell does anyone fight a zombie with all that hair in their face, and no hair ties? Or are the men like, incapable of cutting their hair without a woman handling it?

We need more fighting nuns on tv shows.

I have been inordinately stressed every time I see Carol's knife get left somewhere in France. I'm starting to wonder if it returns to your pocket ala Riptide from the Percy Jackson books.

I don't hate the possibility of Daryl/Isabelle the show is dancing around. It's like Daryl/Connie - it's got a solid foundation, I can see why someone would ship it and I respect that. But it's not the ship of my heart I'm (clownishly) holding out hope for - Daryl/Carol.

I love how TWD gave the remaining episodes of the last season a single "fuck" per episode and now Daryl can just sprinkle them into his conversation at will. It feels like justice or recompense for every character who should have always been saying "fuck" at will on tv (looking at you Dean Winchester).

Carol, my queen, my inspiration, my favorite morally gray woman on tv - God, I've really missed you.

Second to that, I've missed the hell out of that pixie cut from peak Carol era. Carol knows exactly what haircut is practical on a mission.

For all that I heard about a twist, all I could figure during the radio call was Rick or Michonne was coming back. Or even that broken-up line was a trick, and Carol was just asking Daryl to come back safely. Maybe the phone call was a set-up for a reunion of Daryl & Carol in the finale. It wasn't until the car chase and right around where it stopped did it snap into my head that no one was getting out of that car but Carol. Bless whoever did something to ensure Carol got her proper ending. She never would have let Daryl go off on all these adventures that long, or alone, without looking for him.

I can't help but wonder what Carol in France would have entailed and how the story would have played differently. How would she have dealt with her relapsed Christianity? Or addressing any history she may have with France (aspirations to go there, history with Ed's family likely being French with that last name)? Or was the story always meant to split them up?

That said, if I can't have a Daryl and Carol together show (because oh my god, they would have to avoid them talking about their feelings too much and they have decided to avoid this by separation), I will certainly take a whole season of Carol. Give me all of the Carol.

[latoyalestrange]

IT'S NEVER OVER

Joel Miller x F!OC

Series

CHAPTER TWO — POSITIVE TO NEGATIVE

Summary: Twenty fucking years. It wasn’t that Joel had forgotten about her, but she definitely wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. But boy, seeing her sent him in a whirlwind of emotions. He prayed she didn’t know about what he had done, and that was a first for him.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, violence, guns, 18+ minors dni

A/N: Tysm for the love on chapter one! Ya’ll know how to make me blush :,) PS i’m not entirely sure if these are the exact dates/events in the show, this is just how i remember it to the best of my ability. it still makes sense tho don’t worry it just might not be 100% accurate cause i’m lazy lol

AUGUST 27, 2023

Jessie didn’t know how long she was out for, all she knew was for a few moments of pure bliss, she forgot the hell she was in. Her vision was shrouded with a white canvas, she had no idea if her eyes were open or closed. The sounds around her were replaced with a deafening ring. The first thing that came to her mind was Ellie. Where was she? God, she had one fucking job.

Jessie felt bad for Ellie. The constant tests, and being chained up all the time; she understood why she was so reluctant to cooperate. That was her responsibility to fix. She was going to be Ellie’s companion throughout her journey to the Statehouse. Her experience with little sisters and being Marlene’s favorite made her qualified. The only thing in their way: is a battery. A battery they thought they could barter with Tyler to get. But it can’t be that simple in the apocalypse.

“Jessie! Jessie!” It was muffled and far away, but somewhere in the distance, someone was calling her.

“Wake up! We need to go!” She tried to move her body, but it was no use. It felt like trying to move in her dreams, her brain was sending all the right signals but her limbs just wouldn’t budge.

Then, a sharp sting sprouted on the side of her face. Her ears popped at the same time, reality beginning to set back in. Her eyes struggled to flutter open for a moment before finally succeeding to be met with a flustered Marlene. Her eyes widened, putting the last few events together in her mind.

“Did that motherfucker shoot me?” Marlene didn’t expect any less from her. Jessie’s hand instinctively shot down to touch the wet spot on her thigh. She inhaled sharply through her teeth when her fingertips made contact with the new hole in her body.

“Jessie, don’t touch it. They shot us all except for Ellie.” Relief washed over her instantly.

“Oh, thank god. Fuck…” However, she spoke too soon. After taking deep breaths and a few good looks at her surroundings, she realized Marlene had her hands up at a surrender. Her face had anxiety, fear, pain, and shock written all over it. Jessie quickly scanned the room to see Ellie in the same position, with a man and a woman pointing guns at all three of them.

She didn’t recognize the woman. Her hair showed her stress in greying strands and frayed ends. Her clothes looked fairly clean, a little dirty, but she looked freshly showered at the very least. The man…holy shit.

“Jessie?” She stared at him with wide eyes. She thought of about a million different things to say, but she couldn’t get her mouth to move for any one of them.

If she were honest, although it was twenty years ago, she never forgot his face, or his voice. Sometimes in the early hours of the morning, when she was still half asleep in her bed, she could hear him whispering in her ear. When she dreamed of any man, it was him. She could imagine how his hands felt against her so vividly. Maybe it was because he was the last person to touch her like that, or maybe because the memories she had with him were the last few good ones. She didn't know the answer, but she found comfort in all of this. Sometimes it was the only thing keeping her going. She'd been thinking about him more these past few days as the group gathered car parts. Cars always made her think of him.

Yet, he looked so different. So cold. Not at all how she remembered him. His rosy cheeks were now pale and sunken in, and his rich dark hair was turning grey. To anyone else it would be clear that he was too far gone, a survival machine. But something deep inside of her wanted to warm him up, to fill up his cup like she did so many times all those years ago. She could tell he was hurting, and it broke her heart. After all they had been through, even after all he had done, it still hurt her to see him this way. Twenty years later, Joel Miller was still her weakness.

“You know this fucking guy?” Marlene retorted, throwing an accusatory glance in her direction.

“You know her?” The armed woman followed, not taking her eyes off of any of her targets. A few beats pass before her responds.

“Hardly.” That's fucking rich. Never mind anything she thought before. Fuck him.

“He was just a creep that used to hit on me at the diner.” She threw a furious glance in his direction, which didn’t seem to faze him one bit.

“That guy tried to scam you too?” Tess asked with their rifles still pointed at them. Their hands had fallen now that the two had gave them an inch of trust.

“Yeah, clearly a bad battery,” Marlene hugged her side now, bringing Jessie’s attention to the growing spot of deep red on her shirt. “Listen, if a battery is what you’re after, I know where you can get one.” Joel and Tess were silent now, listening intently.

“If you do something for me.”

“No.” Joel answered immediately, causing Tess to jab him in the side with her closest elbow.

“What do you want?” She added. Jessie took the opportunity to look over at Ellie, seeing her slightly exhausted yet fearful expression. Ellie felt her gaze and met it, feeling a small amount of comfort as she smiled at the girl.

“Take my associate and the girl to the Museum outside of Boston QZ and my people will give you a battery.”

“No.” God, he was annoying.

“What’s so important about her?” Tess questioned as Joel pierced daggers through her skull with his eyes.

���I can take her.” Jessie protested now as she began to remove her jacket to use as a make-shift tourniquet.

“You can’t be serious.” Marlene jabbed back instantly. Jessie huffed in opposition before tying her flannel around her leg, bracing herself. Ellie let out an instinctive chuckle, receiving glares from the other three adults in the room.

“I don’t have time to explain, we’re both bleeding out for christ’s sake. All you need to know is it’s important.” Marlene was breathless now, the pain of her grazed wound getting to her.

“We get her to this Museum, and we get a battery and whatever supplies we want. I’ve seen what the fireflies have.” Jessie couldn’t help but laugh at his request. She quickly silenced when her eyes met Marlene’s. She wasn’t taken aback by the man’s inflated ego. She was tired, and Jessie saw her leader surrender.

“Are you really saying yes to these guys?” Normally she wouldn’t dare raise her voice at Marlene, let alone question her, but today she did. Marlene let her head fall back with defeat.

“I’m not really in a place to say no, Jessica.” She shook her head and bit her tongue. “Do you know where the Museum is?” The two nodded their heads.

“I was near it on a supply run a few months ago.” Joel answered. Now that they had come to an agreement, their guns slowly lowered, still wearily holding them at their sides.

“Good. Take them there. They’ll be out of your hair after that.” Tess and Joel take a moment to look at eachother, silently making a life-altering decision.

“Fine. But the minute they cause trouble, they're out." His voice was low, gravely, and serious. Jessie rolled her eyes. Talking about her like she wasn't in the room inched her closer to giving him a piece of her mind.

"Jessica is fine. And she'll watch out for the other one." It was Ellie's turn to show her protest by mocking Marlene under her breath. Jessie pretended not to notice to avoid reinforcing it and returned her gaze to her lap. Her flannel was bloodied now, but at least she wasn't going to die. Her thigh throbbed under the tightness of the tourniquet as she attempted to stand, putting the weight of her body on the brick wall behind her. She turned her head to keep everyone hidden from the pain that was clearly shown on it. Ellie walked briskly over to help her stand, but despite her efforts, Jessie refused any help.

"M'fine." She grumbled, stretching her body for the first time. It certainly couldn't have been long since she was knocked out, but it felt like years. She turned to see the two had finally lowered their weapons and were waiting impatiently for them.

"Play nice, okay?" Marlene pleaded lowly, this time directly to Jessie. "I don't know what your history is with him, but it can't fuck this up. Got it?" Jessie's head hung low as she nodded. Marlene wasn't scolding her yet, but pretty much everything Marlene said came off as a criticism or warning. Marlene made her feel like that eighteen-year-old girl again, helpless at the bottom of a very tall ladder to the top. Twenty years later she had found herself in the same damn place. Working for someone who works for someone, who works for someone, who works for someone, and so on. She stayed for her own survival just like before but in a much more literal sense this time. It was still worlds better than FEDRA, though. Chicken sandwiches instead of mystery jerky, and, not to mention, you had free will in the fireflies. If you wanted to leave, go. Joel and Tess, however, were risking their lives leaving the QZ every single time.

"Yeah. Got it." Jessie tried not to sound defeated in front of Ellie, but she wasn't sure if it worked. She couldn't even look Marlene in the eye.

"Okay. Ellie--"

"Yeah, yeah, shut my mouth, do whatever the adults say, and don't get bit. Got it." Marlene shook her head at the girl's attitude and turned to leave. Jessie met the girl's gaze, sharing a smile as she tried not to laugh.

"Take your time," Tess called to them sarcastically. Ellie gave her a disinterested look before joining them at the other end of the hall. Jessie followed, throwing her bag over her shoulder that was previously on the dusty floor. To say she was in pain was an understatement, but she wouldn't dare show it. The tourniquet would have to work until she could properly dress her wound but even that wouldn't stop her from limping slightly when she walked.

"Stay close," Joel instructed as he forced the rickety door open. It only took one order and Jessie was already sick of doing everything he said. His attitude, his demeanor, everything put off hard-ass energy. With the pair's flashlights as the only source of direction, Ellie and Jessie followed them through the narrow mess that was the abandoned building. They could practically feel the dust in the air as they inhaled. The floors creaked underneath them despite their efforts to remain quiet. They weaved through the maze of debris and the long-forgotten furniture that resided there when everything was normal. Sometimes Jessie found herself imagining the original decorations and layouts of rooms, but it was hardly possible here. Nothing looked like it belonged after who knows how many people picked through it.

Ellie held on to Jessie's backpack as they followed Joel for an extra sense of security. Once they had almost reached the exit, Ellie leaned in closer.

"How do you know that guy?" She tried whispering, but the other two could definitely hear her in the quiet of the structure.

"I already said, he was just a customer." Jessie silently prayed that she wouldn't have to constantly explain the complexity of their past to her or anyone. He was different now and he had made it abundantly clear that it didn't mean anything to him. That certainly wasn't the case for Jessie, but she wasn't going to admit it. Her reaction to seeing him was embarrassing enough as it was.

"Yeah, I heard you. I wanna know what actually happened." If Ellie had a favorite activity, it would be reading her joke book, but her second favorite activity was listening to Jessie's stories about the world before. Ellie longed to know what it was like to live in what were now practically ruins of ancient cities. Jessie happened to know exactly what it was like to grow up as a pre-breakout teenager, and she had endless stories. It was a match made in heaven.

"There are some things you don't need to know, kid," Jessie replied shortly. The girl frowned behind her, deciding to pry at a later date when Joel wasn't within earshot.

A long time ago, Jessie was a naive college student. She met someone, fell in love too fast, and fell too hard. What did she learn? Love didn't exist. All the men she had ever met had only wanted one thing. Joel Miller was no different. All the romantic gestures, gentle touches, and perfect words were just bait that lured her further and further into his trap. She didn't want love to be ruined for Ellie as it was for her. So, Jessie kept the memories close to her chest and tried not to think of him whispering sweet nothings in her ear every time he was close to her. She tried to keep the image of him, flowers in hand at her door, or on top of her in his bed from flooding her mind, but it was no use.

This journey had hardly begun and it was already proving to be agonizingly difficult. Little did they know, it was going to get much worse.

[teknikolor-walters]

OH BABY okay so this was originally the ending to a much bigger fic that I ended up just scraping so sorry if there's a little bit of context missing but I think it'll be ok. Cool.

This is completely non canon to H1VE or anything btw I just couldn't resist making scarab worse

Bug blinked their eyes open, then shut them again. Everything was so... bright. Too bright. It was hard to think through the brightness and the fog in their head.

Had they died again? They assumed so. They only ever felt like this after dying. Had Cassie killed them again? Shit. Cassie.

She blinked her eyes open again and saw Cas staring down at her. She reached out to him.

"Cas.." she whined, "what happened?"

His brow creased. He looked older. More stressed, too.

"Did I die again? How long was it?"

Bug looked around and realized that they had never seen this place before. It didn't look like their apartment, and it didn't feel familiar in any way.

"Where are we?"

Castiel hesitated for a second.

"Bug. Do you want to go home?"

"What?" It took them a second to think through what he was saying. Their head was so foggy. Everything was too bright. They buried their face in Cas's hoodie.

One of Cas's hands found Bug's hair and scratched at it idly. She sighed. Okay. Maybe this wasn't their house. That was fine. This whole situation was fine. Cassie would handle this like he handled everything else.

After a moment, Cas grabbed a fistful of their hair and yanked hard, forcing her to look at him. Some kind of instinctive panic welled up inside of her that Bug did her best to tamper down.

"Do you want to go home?"

"No- I- I mean- I wanna go back to the apartment. I don't recognize this place."

Castiel sighed and dropped the hand in her hair. They stayed put, still looking at him.

"No, not the apartment, do you want to go back to H1VE?"

"H1VE?"

Vaguely, she remembered H1VE, fuzzy memories so-called friends who would only keep her there and force her to kill just like a flinchites and being killed by Cicada and just barely being able to survive.

It was still so hard to think, let alone remember. The memories that resurfaced left them with the feeling like there was a gaping hole in their organs, so they pushed them back down.

"Yes, Bug, Scarab, H1VE. Do you want to go back? I can take you back."

"Why would I wanna go back?"

The confusion on his face was almost cute, before it soured, and then sharpened.

"They- fuck, Bug, why do you have to make this so complicated? They're gonna miss you, they do miss you, probably a lot."

They blinked. "No they don't." He told them so themself. He was right.

Cas rubbed his face, then suddenly stopped, and grabbed their hand.

"Bug, what happened to your wedding rings?"

"Oh, you didn't like them, so I threw them away. They're probably long gone."

Cas rubbed his face and sighed again. "Do you not remember? Do you just not care? B0UNTY? Jessie? Fox? Capybara?"

Fox. Capybara. That struck something within them. Fox. Capybara. The feeling was back, like there was a giant gaping wound in their chest. Capybara. Fox.

"Fox.." they whispered, almost reflexively. Cas gripped their hand tighter.

"Yes, Scarab. Fox. And- and Capybara, and the rest of them. Do you want to go home?"

All of these emotions and thoughts and feelings were all just too much for her. It was still so hard to just think. How long had she been dead? Where were they?

She snuggled back into Cassie's chest.

"No. They don't- they don't love me." It was harder to say than usual. "I'd rather stay here with you."

Cas pushed her off of him, and held his knife to her throat, right up against her tattoo. The knife that had taken her life so many times.

"Do you want to go home? Back to H1VE? Back to B0UNTY and Jessie?"

They shook their head, smiling. He pressed down harder.

Somehow, they knew he wasn't going to revive them this time. That was okay. They didn't mind dying at his hands.

They loved him. They loved him they loved him they loved him.

[adelaidedrubman]

2, 11, 27, 29, and 46 for johnjessie?

THANK YOU VERBS these were very fun to do for the normcore couple!!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late? 

john wakes up earliest, consistently. unless it’s a day jessie plans to go fishing, then — just kidding john wakes up first then too, but it’s from jessie’s 4 AM alarm, as she proceeds to sleep through it and the next ten that follow it, and any effort of his to wake her. 

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way? 

john called jessie “little red” exactly once before about-facing and radioing her the same day “OMG just kidding you’re actually the biggest, strongest person in the entire world haha wouldn’t it be funny if you crushed me with your giant muscles 🥺” and never really attempting a pet name again from that point. also driven by the setting in of his obsessive focus on simply learning her first name at all, and while what he does finally learn is technically a nickname he is also so dedicated to flaunting it as the world’s best prize to himself that he doesn’t bother to dress it up with any additional sweet talk. just jessie. that’s so incredible. (i guess spoilery and of note is that he will continue to call her “jessie” even after he learns her full name, because he knows she prefers it. something something symbolism). the most he ever does is tack on the occasional “jessie, dear” or “my jessie.”

jestiny throws out a stray “baby” or few in the heat of the moment, which is of course so taunting and belittling and not at all meant to make him feel like her most special baby boy. don’t get it twisted he would be so dumb to think that. other than that, it’s just “john” or “that fucking guy”

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally? 

managing to be comfortably non-verbal at all is an unprecedented miracle and massive “i love you” in and of itself with them. 

but also jessie will pause the rough handling to just look at him and give stray, unusually tender and doting touches — forehead kisses, tracing his freckles with her fingers, etc. john tends to full body cling, absentmindedly tangle fingers in her hair, touch her dimples when they’re visible. also mutual just constantly reaching for each other and finding ways to be in each other’s space. and these wild sons of guns do be holding hands. 

29. Describe their nighttime routine. 

fall asleep in THE DIRT. john snores so loud jessie thinks he’s a sleep paralysis demon for a sec then goes back to sleep. yeah they do this every night why not 

(real nighttime routine varies a bit by exact living circumstances, but usually consistents of jessie busying herself with something well into the night, john pestering her to come to bed already. then finally initiating sex in an effort to get her to the bedroom, never actually ends up in the bedroom because she is So Spiteful and Will Not Be Manipulated and he is too dumb and horny to have any follow through on his own plan. they go to bed anyways after but she has to Prove A Point first. yeah they do this every night) 

46. Do they consider their relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?

they are both super fun super casual people known for being chill, laid-back, and having measured emotional reactions and attachments. which for her part jessie is actually deluded enough to believe about herself, she swears anything between them was a momentary lapse in judgment that means nothing. they just did Hand Stuff (she has not gone ten minutes without thinking about him) it was basically Church Camp Shit (she is actively hallucinating him as a coping mechanism to make her other hallucinations less stressful). 

john for his part is less in denial about that piece, while he occasionally downplays or obfuscates the motivations behind his obsession he has never once denied that she is the world’s specialest most importantest girl. “his world [had] been shaken to its foundations, cleaved in twain and hollowed out and rebuilt from its core to be filled with her” - guy who got jerked off and learned a woman’s first name. he thinks they’re pretty serious, yeah. 

[duskwoodgirl4life]

I've had some time on my hands tonight so I thought I would write another one shot hope you enjoy 🙃

The Fight

MC had been trying too work out what the hell was going on with Jake he had been so distant the past couple of weeks everytime she tried too ask him what was wrong he would just dismiss it and say everything was fine. She had tried everything but too no avail he just continued too push her further and further away.

Things go so bad that she decided too pack a bag and leave she just couldn't take it anymore the silence the cold looks she would get.

She left a note on Jake's office door and left she had not clue where she was going too go she hadn't thought that far ahead she just carried on walking tears running down her face in the end she found her self stud outside Jessy's apartment door. 

She knocked on the door and was greeting by the red head with a look of concern on her face.

Jessy: OMG!! MC what happened? Are you okay? Come on in

Jessy took MC inside and sat her down on the sofa, she went too make her some tea too help calm her down.

MC: I'm sorry for just showing up like this I had no where else too go

Jessy: no it's okay I'm glad you came here what's been going on?

MC: things are really bad between me and Jake we have been fighting alot lately he's been pushing me further and further away and I don't understand why

Jessy: he's not said anything giving you any clue as too what's happening?

MC: no he's said nothing everytime I try too ask all I get is silence or cold looks Jessy I love him so much he's my world but I just can't do this anymore

Tears started too fall from MCs eyes Jessy put her arms around her and just held her while she cried her eyes out.

Jake's POV

I've been so stressed the passed couple of weeks I've been pushing MC away why couldn't I just let her in why do I ways have too ruin everything that's good in my life. I've been working on stop I've finally found away too clear my name and be a free man once again. Now that I have the finish line clearly in my sights I can finally ask MC too marry me I've had the ring for a few weeks I've just not been able too find the right moment but first I need too explain everything too MC and tell her how sorry I am for these past couple of weeks.

Jake gets up out of his chair too go grab an energy drink from the fridge when he notices a note pinned too his office door he pulls it off and opened it up

Dear my darling Jake,

I can no longer take all the silence and cold looks all the fights it's becoming too much I have decided too get some distance between us. It hurts me so much too be write this I am so in love with you Jake it hurts. Just know that I will never ever stop loving and caring about you

All my love

MC

Tears streamed down Jake's face he started shaking and fell too the floor he sat holding the letter in his hands as he cried. Had he really lost the only person in the world that he truly loves that opened up his heart when he didn't want too that knocked down the wall that surrounded his heart brick by brick.

Jake hadn't moved from that spot all night he just say there tears still falling from his eyes looking at the letter, he knew how bad things had gotten he had too find away of winning back the love of his life.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message too Jessy.

Jake: Jessy I've messed up so bad MC as left me

Jessy: I know she's at my place she's getting some rest right now

Jake: I need too explain too her why I've been such an asswhole the past couple of weeks

Jessy: why don't you explain what's been going on?

Jake: I've been able too find away too clear my name and I've finally been able too do so, I know I should of told MC but I wanted it too be a surprise and now I've fucked everything up I'm so in love with her I was going too ask her too marry me I've got the ring and everything.

Jessy: right I've got an idea tomorrow I will bring MC back round make the place all romantic trust me this will work.

Jessy offline

The next morning Jessy and MC went out on a shopping trip they got their nails done and their hair and make-up.

MC: thanks Jessy for all this it's been great just what I needed

Jessy: it's okay I have one last surprise for you I just want you too wear this blindfold

MC: what? Why?

Jessy: because it's a surprise please

MC: fine I'll wear it

Jessy put the blindfold around MCs eyes she helped her get into the car once they where in the car she pulled out her phone too text Jake.

Jessy: hey Jake we will be around in 10 minutes

Jake: thanks Jessy, I've left the door unlocked just come right in.

Once they arrived Jessy pulled off the blindfold letting MCs eye adjust

MC: Jessy what the hell?

Jessy: I know, but please just hear him out he's got very good reasons

Jessy left MC at the door saying her goodbyes MC slowly opened the door as she walked in there was candles and rose petals scattered all around the room Jake was stood in the living room dressed in black suit trousers a red shirt with a black waist coat. There was soft romantic music playing Jake had made dinner and had champagne on ice.

MC was blown away by everything that was happening.

Jake: I know I've been a complete asswhole these past couple of weeks and I had no right what so ever do treat you like that I am so incredibly sorry MC.

MC: I..I..I

No words could come out so she walked towards Jake and put her arms around her man and kissed him softly on the lips.

They both sat down and Jake examined everything that had been going on they talked for hours working everything out.

Jake: there is something I want too ask you

Jake got down on one knee and pulled out a small box

Jake: MC will you marry me?

MC: YES!! YES!! YES!!!

She jumped out of her chair and flung her arms around Jake nearly knocking him on the floor and kissed him deeply.

[nipperlovesfenix]

Spirit says I didn't do anything wrong but I can't help but think I did. Why can Oliver comment on our engagement and not Jessi? I mean, Mike didn't either but I don't feel weird about that for some reason.

I really feel that Jessi and I are drifting apart. I'm sure that it's not a bad thing and that everything is happening just the way it's supposed to. I'm confused and sad. I really shouldn't ever call someone my best friend (besides my partner) because this is what always happens.

This is probably petty, but here it goes. Jessi has been on Facebook today, as little as 12 minutes ago. She commented on her status as early as 2 hours ago. I'm certain she's seen my post. Why hasn't she reacted? Reached out? Is this wrong of me to be thinking?

Her husband has the week off work so she's spending time with him and their kids, as she should be. Shit on social media just isn't important compared to that, and it shouldn't be. But why is she able to comment back to Larissa and not acknowledge our engagement at all?

She talks to me when she has free time which isn't often. I understand that. How can you have free time with 3 kids, a cat, a dog and a husband? And with Oliver being home this week I really don't expect to hear from her. Usually we talk on Snapchat. I wouldn't expect her to reach back out to me for a while because of everything she has going on.

I am confused as to why she can interact on social media but not interact with me on social media. I don't think she's mad at me and I definitely don't think she's jealous in any way. I feel, and I hope I'm wrong but, I feel like we're just growing apart. I don't want that.

She offered to help with the blessingway but I'm not sure if she can. I want to ask her for help but I don't want to pressure her or cause any stress for her. I know she loves me. I love her a lot. I just feel sad and confused.

We definitely have differences and I don't think that's a bad thing. I don't want my friends to be exactly like me, that's just weird. She parents differently than I do but she's an amazing parent. She likes Disney shit and Harry Potter shit but so do a lot of people. She likes Hallmark holidays and I'm not the biggest fan. These things just seem so small.

Maybe therapy somehow is helping her realize something about our friendship. Maybe I'm not the best friend to her. If that's the case I'd love the opportunity to correct my actions and improve, but if that's not what she wants then I'd understand. I don't want her to be friends with me out of obligation.

I am so sad. I just feel like I'm losing all my friends. That's probably not true but it really is how I feel.

I could text her and tell her. She'd say all the right things and be excited, but I don't want to push her. There's probably so much going on that I don't know about. Am I being too needy? Are my expectations fucked up?

[onlysoftly]

watched the first season +1st ep of season two of rose matafeos show and 🧡 such an INCREDIBLY uncomfortable & awkward slow burn. absolutely magnificently executed

[rcksmith]

Mine — Kaz Brekker

(photo not mine)

Requests: “9 from the fluff prompts with Kaz brekker please? It could be where they're keeping it a secret and it slips out? Thanks”

“Could you possibly do a kaz brekker and reader imagine where they are both like in their mid twenties. Number 9 from the fluff prompts “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" "No, that girl is my wife”, I could just imagine him with the smuggest grin saying it. Your a very good writer and thank you if you decide to write this.”

“Could I get a kaz brekker x reader secret relationship with fluff prompts 5, 7, 12, and 14 please?”

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

7. “I feel like i cant breathe when i’m around you.”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

12. “I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!”

14. “I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of fights, mention of post-traumatic stress, fluff too.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like. I changed some details a little, hope you don't mind

Normal Rules. Smut Rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you❤️

— — — —

Fissure. That's what mercenaries, thieves, assassins and his enemies were looking for. A fissure to drive Kaz Brekker to ruin. Burn his empire, wood for wood, until there is nothing left but funeral ashes swept away by the winter wind. Even the most infinitesimal fissure would ensure that his enemies infiltrate, like hungry parasites, into the heart of the dungeon of his deepest secrets. Swallowing, absorbing, any hint of what could do the infamous the Bastard of the Barrel down to his own knees.

And Kaz Brekker feared that if they looked into the most secluded corner of his dungeons, where it was reserved to hide the greatest truths of his soul, they would find the one only thing to beg on his knees for would be something he would do without hesitation.

You.

You were like the last summer solstice in a world ruled by darkness, cold and empty. Which he kept in a chest locked with seven chains.

If he had to describe you with the five senses, Brekker would remind that, when he was in the bitter cold of the ocean, clutching the stiffness of dead and putrefying flesh like a lifeboat, a ray of sunshine, warm as the summer, it opened up through the thunderclouds and came down to his face, warming that spot of skin like a kiss from the sun.

And it would be with that memory that he would describe you.

Kaz Brekker shouldn't have fallen in love with you. He was the person who most understood the disastrous consequences if he let himself get carried away by the way his heart sped up whenever he saw you. If he allowed herself to taste the way all of your heat radiated into his body and made him feel alive. But he fell in love.

Everything was all too much. The feeling of life every time you said his name, like a devotion, something religious, lyrical. The sweetness in your eyes, the warm voice. Everything had been too much.

And what should he do? Tell you he missed you every time you went on a mission? Saying that he were jealous and envy of Jesper because the man managed to make you laugh with a silly joke and hug you tight, something Kaz still hadn't been able to do? Tell you it was almost religious the way he venerated your smile? Of course not. Because all these things would have been sensible, and Kaz couldn't do anything sensible around you.

Because when he saw life offering him, with such joy, the one thing that had been denied him all his life, and that he swore never to crave, his first impulse was anger. Stupid, irrational anger.

So, for the first few moments, his entire reaction to you had been cold, distant, almost avoidant. Because the way his whole body shook in hot spasms when, in that summery tone, you called his name, it was too much for Kaz to handle.

“Kaz!” You call, one night.

He heard your voice from across the crow club, and had to close his eyes tightly at the way his heart leapt in his chest.

"Hey, hey." You appeared beside him, your cheeks chased away by coral red, the happy smile and the sparkle in your eyes as someone who have the path to true happiness. "Jessy said you were wanting to find a new way to invade that bank."

Oh perfect. In the same way his body exalted when he heard the sound of your name and your lips, hearing you call Jesper by that infernal nickname had a much more destabilizing effect. And fierce.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at you, in a nonchalant gesture but inviting you to keep talking.

“I happen to know of an underground path.” For an instant, the pride in your smile made Kaz want to smile too. “You and I can put together a map today and we'll be right tomorrow to go.”

That was one of the times Kaz should have made some dry, disinterested, trivial comment, something that made you not want to spend time with him, something that made you turn around and walk away. He should have turned around and left. He had done this over a thousand times with other people and knew it to be one of the best outings.

Still, the acid comment didn't come and he couldn't turn his back on you.

So, like the idiot he became whenever it came to you, Kaz couldn't help but spend an hour in your company. Even if it resulted in him lying in bed at the end of the day, alone and feeling the guilt gnawing at him more and more.

So, before he even knew it, Kaz was already in his office with you, listening to you chatter about things he knew he should have been paying attention to. But the way the crackling of the fire flames in the fireplace flashed across your face was a distraction of unimaginable proportions.

“Jessy and I…”

“You want to stop.” He found himself saying before he even realized it. “That nickname is already exasperating me.”

“Why? Jealousy?” You joked, oblivious to the truth.

Kaz looked at you like your comment was the most pathetic thing he'd ever heard. He wanted to screaming: ‘I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!.’ But he didn't. Instead, the words that came out were:

“No. It's childish and immature, and it doesn't fit with...”

"What if I call you ‘Darling’?” You rested your chin on both palms of your hand, your elbows resting on his desk in his office.

Kaz's heart skipped a beat.

“That way you won't be jealous of Jessy's nickname and…”

“It's not jealousy!” He countered, and too late realized that he didn't disagree in the first instance about the nickname, but about the green color that emanated from his body.

And you didn't let that go either.

Your eyes took on a caustic gleam that you quickly hid, turning to the map on the table and going back to drawing the paths. “Okay, Darling.”

After that night, Kaz's self-control began to crumble.

He gave you death glares whenever you called him that nickname, but he never dared contradict or scold you. Much less deny it. The truth was, the core of his soul wanted this. He wanted every part of your caress warm as summer. He wanted to appreciate how perfect you looked when you called him that way. As if that nickname was born just to be used between you.

Something unique.

Over time, his body's physical reactions began to be stronger, coercive and overwhelming. Kaz felt dry, burning, and you soothed and inflamed him at the same time. You were the breath of peace, and also a glass of hot brandy.

And everything that he once felt dead, frozen or putrefying, slowly began to blossom, reborn and shine.

"Darling." You said, going behind the chair Kaz was sitting in, submerged in the Krisha security system sheets in front of he. “You've been there for hours.”

He ignored you, though his body was all too aware of yours behind him, the way your breath hit the top of his ear, how your heat hit his back like a high summer breeze. Kaz swallowed hard, ordering his eyes to stay on the pages.

“What are you reading?”

Your voice rang out from the top of his head, and Kaz felt his heart race into a cardiac arrhythmia the second your hands went to the back of the chair and your face tilted, chin hovering millimeters from his shoulder, your nose almost brushing his cheek.

Fucking Saints! You were hot! It was as if you had sun bathed, swam in the flames of fire, and been born into the summer.

Kaz lost his breath. His sanity. His soul.

“Do not do this.” His voice was no more than a whisper.

You looked at him, the furs not touching but breath hitting each other's cheeks. Kaz followed your gaze, and suddenly the world subtly turned hot. Pulsing and muffled.

“What?” You whispered, your heart so fast.

This was the time for Kaz to use the touche in a very valid argument. To make you move away as fast as you approached. To nip in the bud any path this interaction between you could take. He should have said about the touch. But he didn't remember. Kaz didn't remember his limitation, his traumas, his demons.

In that second, of insanity and magic, you couldn't do that just because…

"I feel like I cant breathe when I'm around you." He said.

After that day, Kaz realized that life no longer made sense without having you by his side to share it. Money didn't have the same value anymore if you weren't there, the robberies didn't make sense anymore if he couldn't tell you how it was at the end of the day, or have you by his side to fight.

Very quickly, Kaz Brekker realized that he had lost the battle against his own feelings. Loving you was inevitable. And having you close to him was made as essential as breathing. That's when things between the two of you developed faster, more solid, more right. The weeks turned to months, the months to years, and your relationship fortified as gloriously as the hilt of a sword.

Kaz still had very difficult moments with touching, days when a single brush of fur was unbearable and the mention of a kiss was impossible. But you stayed there. Firm and unshakable. Giving your summer smiles,your warm winks, and his nickname that had the power to soothe every nerve in Kaz's body.

However, the more Kaz understand that he was need you to he still live, the deeper he hid any trace of public affection for you. Any clue that could sparked the theory in someone that you were the reason, for Brekker, for the sun rose every morning. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Never.

Kaz Brekker became very aware that his soul was harnessed to yours. And there was nothing in the world that would take you away from he. Not while he lived, and even seven feet from land, Kaz would still find a way to fight for you.

It was a logical decision when he said you two should get married. Kaz was still trying to maintain his serene posture as his soul burned in a fire too eager and excited to make official anything that said you were his. That he had finally managed to have that ray of sunshine in the midst of the atrocious ocean. You, unlike him, exhaled your happiness in excited squeals, little jumps of joy and a passionate, quick kiss on the man in front of you.

And Kaz understood, as perfectly as the sky are blue, that he would do anything, for the rest of his life, to be worthy of that overwhelming happiness that sparkled in yours smiles.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” He said, feeling himself smile because your happiness for the wedding was exorbitant.

And you, like the little tease you were who loved to make him piss off, smiled even more and hugged him. He love you. Unconditionally.

But, just like the ocean waves, Kaz and you have had your ups and downs. He wasn't a man who had a lot of patience, and you weren't the most obedient, calm woman in the world. You found him exasperating and he found you as stubborn as a door.

"I already said you can't do that!" And there he was, once again, lecturing you because you showed too much affection, in his mind, for him in a public situation.

And, as Kaz fucking Brekker liked to point out, ‘all walls have eyes and ears’.

"We've been together for six years, Kaz!" You tried to keep your blood calm, but you weren't a person to put up with sermons. “Is this going to be our life? Living as if we have the same connection as a boss and an employee?!”

“And what do you want, Y/n?!” He placed both hands on his office desk, looking at you from the other side “Want us to have a party and tell everyone?! Or do you prefer to hang a red target on your chest?!”

"I did not say that!" You were starting to get really angry. “I'm not asking for a billboard saying we're married and you know it! The only thing I'm saying is that you let me choose to sit next to you, take your hand, or tell you I love you when any of us go off on a dangerous mission!"

Kaz shook his head, impassable, his gaze flashing with anger. How did you not realize he was trying to save you?! Save everything you two built, your lives! And all this for what? Walking hand in hand on the street? It was ridiculous!

“This is indisputable!”

“Kaz…”

“I said no!” He slapped his hands on the table.

A less brave woman would have cringed. But not you.

“I don’t like to pretend we’re not together!”

“And I don't like a fucking girl who complains all the fucking time about something I do to save her! But it feels like I've been put up with it for six years, doesn't it?!”

The words hit you like a slap. Crackling, burning and electrifying. You felt yourself holding your breath and your shoulders instinctively tightening back. The room was silent. Loaded with tension, as if lightning had just hit the ground.

You looked at Kaz in amazement. And he pursed his lips when he realized what he'd said.

“Put up with? And you call me ‘fucking girl’ ?” You repeated, your voice low, serious and in a mixture of hurt and outrage. “Good to know.”

You turned your back, walking out of the office and slamming the door behind you hard, making the thud reverberate through the corridors of Kaz's soul.

"Y/n!" He called you, striding to the door "Y/n!"

But when Kaz pulled the doorknob and took a few steps down the hall, it wasn't you he bumped into. It was Nina, trying to hide, in a very terrible way, her curious and shocked expression. In female hands she carried a small stack of documents, probably something important that Kaz needed to check.

He had to check that out. But his eyes, restless and quick, wandered the great hall of the crow club below, watching your figure pass between the bodies, advancing towards the exit.

"Sooo…" Nina started, even though the attention wasn't on her. "Couple fights, right?"

But Kaz didn't think before nodding, trying to get past Nina to catch up with you. But of course the girl wasn't going to let Brekker get away with it that quickly. She was betting with Inej how long you two would pretend to have nothing. And now she was going to get the truth!

"So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" The smile of shock and excitement was wide open on her face.

Kaz muttered a curse, gently pushing the girl aside and moving towards the stairs, aiming to catch up with you. But not before answering:

"No, that girl is my wife!"

[hacked-by-jake]

Jake sat down on his bed, the creep form earlier was gone now so no need to keep his guard up so much. Phil paced around the cell, fidgeting at anything he could get. Jake rised an eyebrow while looking at him.

"What are you doing?" He asked. The bar owner stopped jn his tracks and looked at the man. "You will give me motion sickness if you keep walking back and forth."

"I don't know what to do." Phil said and sighed. He started walking again, so Jake lied down on the bed and put his hoodie sleeve over his eyes.

"Wake me up when you are done, will you?" He asked, not expecting any answer. Before Phil could say anything, he heard quiet snoring. Great, now he would get even more bored. He was walking al over the cell, trying to figure out what to do. Jessy would know where he is sooner or later and when she finds out she is going to murder him on the spot. He could try to sleep like Jake, but his mind was too occupied at the moment. He sighed and looked outside the cell to see if Alan came back yet. No luck, he was still gone so trying to talk his way out wouldn't work either. He had Aurora to take care of after all! He didn't notice that Jake walked up to him before his hand sneaked up his waist. Phil tensed, but he couldn't turn around as Jake dragged him back to the bed and sat down, pulling the bar owner onto his lap.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Phil asked, teying to get away. Jake rested his chin on his shoulder and looked at him.

"Ypur pacing was getting annoying, so I am holding you. This way you can't walk." The man said closed his eyes. "I couldn't sleep with your walking."

"So you decided to do this instead?" Phil asked, disappointed in Jake's behavior. The man only hummed in respone, holding the bar owner with two hands around his waist. Phil felt his body close to his. It was warm, comfortable, but embarrassing as fuck. Thw situation probably couldn't get worse.

"Phil?" He heard. He groaned and immediately turned his head around. Jessy was standing in the doorway of the police station. Amazing, all he needed was her presence there. Jake didn'tet go of his waist either so he was stuck in his lap when Jessy pulled her phone out to take a picture.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

//here ya go, continuation! I had no idea what else to write so we have embarrassed Phil and Jessy being a little shit. Also I was speedwriting it so I apologize for mistakes

-> Part 1

Ahhhhhhh, you did it! *-*

Is it too early to call Jessy already cock blocker or does it fit time? It seems like it.

I mean, who knows what would have happened if she had not come. xD

Thank you so much for writing a sequel. I find the whole idea that both get to know each other in the cell really interesting! And I think it’s good that we get more jail content! :P

Ahhhh, I love how you describe the tension between Jake und Phil. They fit so well. And I like how you describe Jake's nature. I really like it!

And no one should ever say: it could not get worse. Yes, it can, and it will, because you said it! xD

If you write another part, I’m curious to see what jessy will say, but don’t stress and don’t feel compelled. And don’t worry, it was still very good! *-*

[dreamersdreamloud]

Abusive Partners

Warnings: domestic violence, rough smut, verbal abuse, rated R 

COFFIN by Jessie Reyez & Eminem 

“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” 

We fought until the sun rose

And I still ain't been to bed (bed, bed)

And while you got your eyes closed

The devil wakes up in my (head, head)

He told me that you hate me

And you blame me

And you said that you wish that you were dead

So I write a little note out

Suicidal love roulette

You were the jealous and possessive type. You even admitted to yourself that you are a toxic person whenever you get into a new relationship. You like to control what is yours since you were raised that way. Years of watching your parents fight and abuse each other did a number on you. No one really taught you how to love or be gentle. All your past relationships were failures but you didn’t care. Not until you met Lena Luthor. 

How lucky you were to meet the young multi billionaire at a random coffee shop. At the time, your ex-girlfriend dumped you despite being a year together. It was going nowhere. The woman you dated realized she could do better and surprised you let it go easily just like any other woman you pass up. 

You make me wanna

Jump off the roof

'Cause I love you to death

Just like a fool

I'd rather a coffin

Hand made for two

'Cause I love you to death

Just like a fool

Just like a fool

Just like a fool

Lena was in a rush while she was at the coffee shop. She was stressed with all the work that Lex has given her at LuthorCorp. She was running late. When her name was called to grab her cup of delicious black coffee, she tried to dash to the exit. She was engrossed with the time on her watch that she didn’t see you in her path. She spilled the coffee all over your nice semi-formal outfit and the hot liquid stinging your crotch just a bit. 

You hissed at this unfortunate event. Lena profusely said sorry and tried to clean it up with the napkins she held. She dabbed your outfit to get it dried and you constantly said it was okay. With Lena panicking over everything, she just realized that she was touching your crotch. She felt a semi hard cock behind those soak slacks. 

I walk up to the edge, yeah

And say a prayer before I let go (let go, let go)

I'll probably see you through the window

While I'm falling past the fifth floor (fifth floor, fifth floor)

Then you get there just in time

To save me and apologize

And maybe we can go back to bed

But you run past me instead

And hit the ground before I can

She gasped and immediately pulled away from you. She finally met eye to eye with you. You raised an eyebrow at her. She continued to apologize and offer to make it up to you. You agreed. Lena and you went out on a dinner date and connected so easily. 

The two of you learned about your past. Lena discovers you have a rough childhood. You learn how her family doesn’t really love her but just uses her for their own personal gain. It’s safe to say that the both of you are not the best when it comes to coping with emotions but it’s what got both of you into a relationship. 

I had to watch you

Jump off the roof

Boy, I love you to death

Just like a fool

We'll need a coffin

Hand made for two

'Cause I love you to death

Just like a fool

Just like a fool

The scientist learned that you were an aggressive jealous partner when she brought you to her galas. She didn’t mind it. She likes the possessive type you showed. She likes being cared for. She likes the attention you gave to her. After talking to a good amount of male investors on purpose, she made it up to you by giving you an amazing blowjob in the restroom. It didn’t stop there, you insisted that you needed more than just a simple blowjob. You gave her a rough fucking when the two you head back to Lena’s penthouse at same night.

It never stops. 

Lena just loves the rough side of you. She likes being controlled. She adores your jealousy moods. In all honesty, she was a toxic partner as well. She hates when other women would stare at you too long or whenever you came to visit her in the labs, the other female scientists would try to flirt with you. She hated it. She would constantly drag you into her private office and fuck you roughly. She would ride you until you sweat or until she orgasm first.  She would even deny you from letting you come. In the end, she treats you like royalty, a person who she deeply envies. You can’t even help yourself because you also treat her as she’s your everything, your world in your hands.

Maybe Buddha's got it right

We reincarnate every time

And I'll find you in another life

Maybe Buddha's got it right

We reincarnate every time

And I'll find you in another life

But the relationship became more toxic after the two of you decided to live together. 

Little things would tick each other off. Whenever you come home late from work, Lena complains how you don’t need to work extra hours when she can basically cover any expenses you need. Lena would be irritated that you’re not spending enough time with her. Whenever you go out with your friends or go out with her friends, she dislikes that the women around are giving you a fun time instead of her. Lena had to warn Kara, Nia, Sam, Alex and anyone else who would get near you to back off. It was concerning but they took the message from the short woman with a killer look in her eyes and signature eyebrow. 

Same goes for you. You hate going to galas with her because all the male investors would try to get a touch on your girlfriend. You also get irritated that Lena over works herself and she doesn’t have the energy to have sex with you. Your arguments were ridiculous and painful. The neighbors around would complain about the yelling at one another and the sex noises that would come right after. It got out of hand when the owner of the building would post complaints on your door. Lena simply bought out the building so that you and her wouldn’t get evicted. The neighbors couldn’t do anything about it. 

I don't really wanna fight (nah)

I just wanna spend the night (yeah)

But I don't wanna spend the night

Actin' out, "Love the way you lie"

But this shit just went awry

Hit me in the eye, bit me in the thigh, then begin to cry

I'm at the end of my wits

Let's end this, ma (it's over)

Then begin again tomorrow

Fresh start, let you spoil me

Pledge your loyalty, treat me like a king

Just to (royalty), fuck me over royally

You making up to each other with rough passionate sex. The two of you would fuck anywhere, anytime. In Lena’s private office, the restrooms, the labs, one of your friend’s houses, in the car, in the kitchen, the balcony, etc. It has gotten rough to the point where you would leave marks on Lena’s body and also yours. During sex, you would penetrate her hard to the point where she can’t walk for days. Choking and biting was a must. To remind Lena that she belongs to you. There were days where Lena doesn’t have enough sleep to function in the lab due to all the love making. Lex would get annoyed that his sister is not following deadlines. 

It’s toxic but Lena likes it. 

Despite having the visible “love” marks, she likes to be rough with you. Lena slaps your face whenever she rides your hard long cock. She loves the feeling your cock filling her up and having these angry possessive emotions whenever she has sex with you. She even claws your back when you penetrate her cunt so deeply and smoothly. The claw marks she gives on your back would bleed and possibly leave scars. All of your friends and Lena’s friends are concerned whenever they see new marks on your body or hers. They see it’s toxic and they don’t understand why the two of you are still together. 

Boy, are we water mixed with oil

See another shouting match

'Bout to have it out

But no matter how, mad I get

I'm so mad about you

Forgot what I was even mad about ('bout)

I know we've had our challenges still (still)

I keep trying to salvage it you (you)

Wanna sabotage it, I'm down to the hill

But you think I'm fucking around on you, chill (chill)

It never changes, I doubt if it will (will)

Cheat on me then say how does it feel? (feel)

I feel like blowing my fucking head off

After I write you out of my will (will)

Bitch how could you? (huh?)

Almost had a child with you

Would've settled down with you

The two of you just like being abusive to each other. It’s a drug that neither of you want to stop taking. 

“You need to stop being so jealous whenever we go out. Why can’t we just have a nice lunch out without you trying to start something in public?” Lena tells you. 

She doesn’t even bother to tell it to your face. She takes off her coat and throws it on the nearby chair. She knows that she’s disrespecting you. She continues to avoid your death glaring eyes and heads to the fridge to get some water. When she put the bottle of water back inside, you pushed her against the fridge with her arms firmly in your hands. 

Now put you in the ground and bury myself with you

I don't get you, it's as if you're drowning

I stick my hand out, but you fool me

You're just trying to pull me down with you (down with you)

Thought it was you my world revolve around ('round)

I should aim a revolver round at you (at you)

180 proof, as I'm making my way to the roof (roof)

You're a traitor I say that we're through (through)

You hop in the elevator then you

Say the coffin they better make it for two (two)

'Cause if you jump I'm jumpin' with you (you)

And neither one of us have nothin' to lose

But each other we're just a couple of fools

“You’re being such a bitch today, Lena. That waiter boy kept staring at your body. Dressing like a slut! In public!” 

You tighten your hold on her as you scream at her face. She was unfazed by it. It became normal to her. She purposely dresses in the most scandalous way to get your attention. You let her go and let her speak in her defense. 

“My outfit has nothing to do with whatever happened in the restaurant! It’s not my fault that Mike finds me attractive.” She snapped at you back. 

You got into her personal space and right into her face, “Mike huh? Do you remember his name? Do you imagine yourself being fucked with a new boy toy? Do you like spreading your legs for other men out there? You want to be those whores who likes being used?! Did you bring some random stranger to fuck you in our bed without me know?! 

*SLAPS* 

It was not shocking that Lena slapped her hand across your face with all her might. The feeling didn’t fully kick in. Your nose tricked a stream of fresh blood. Lena holds her poker face. It felt good to her that she slapped you for calling her a whore. She would never cheat on you but there were casual times where she did think about doing that. To rally you up. 

She holds you by the neck despite the height difference, “I’m no one’s whore but yours. YOUR slut. YOUR girlfriend.” 

You let out a subconscious growl and pushed her against the fridge again. You choke her, giving Lena little air to breath. You assaulted her with an aggressive kiss to the lips which she gladly returned and bit down on your lower lip. You rip her blouse and skirt while her hands try to unbuckle your pants. Next you easily rip off her panties and her bra to the floor. 

Your cock was hard and ready for her cunt. With no warm up, you shoved your whole length inside her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion but she continued to welcome the feeling. You thrust in an instant, hitting the right spots for your girlfriend to slip our dirty moans. Lena holds onto your head, grasping your hair through her fingers as each thrust comes in. 

'Cause you make me wanna

Jump off the roof

'Cause I love you to death

Just like a fool

We'll need a coffin

Hand made for two

'Cause I love you to death

Just like a fool

“You belong to me. Don’t you ever think about leaving me. No one can ever satisfy you but me.” You grunted, both of you landing on the floor. 

It was a painful landing on Lena’s back but she didn’t care. All she cares about is her orgasm hitting soon. She squeezes her walls on your cock, slowing down your rhythm. She bites your ear, making you groan in pain and pleasure. 

“Fuck you.” She hissed into your ear. “Fuck you for being selfish. Fuck you for being pathetic. Fuck you for thinking you can control everything but if you’re going to remind me who I belong to, you better fuck me right.” 

You smirk and go back to penetrating her hard and fast. She was getting close and so were you. You assaulted her nipples and left fresh bite marks on her breast. 

“AGHH. I’m close, Daddy. Fuck me harder, Daddy.” 

The wet sounds of her cunt and your dick were speaking volumes. Her moans and groans kept you going. The moment of climax approached, your thick sticky cum shoots deeply inside her. With no condom to stop it, a good amount of your cum was secured inside her. Lena’s walls are pulsing and welcoming all the juices inside. 

You stayed inside her. Lena sighs whenever you try to move to get more comfortable but she doesn't want you to pull out. Lena caresses your face, swiping off the dried blood from your nose the best she can. You lean your forehead to hers. Taking in the scent of sweat and sex around the both of you. The thought of going another round is already being planned. 

You make me wanna

Jump off the roof

'Cause I love you to death

Just like a fool

We'll need a coffin

Hand made for two

'Cause I love you to death

Just like a fool

Just like a fool

Just like a fool

“I love you to death.” She says to you. 

“I love you to death, baby. Just like a fool.”