#and beer and lunch for a dresser

[lewiswhatshisname]

Flipping heck. Barely got the house put together in prep for tearing it apart later today. But we can't have it looking like an absolute tip when people come round to give us stuff we bartered for later, can we?

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

Hey babey! I don't know if you're taking requests rn as you're writing a lot lately. I just worked a 12h shift in the lab where I didn't have the time to fucking blink as everything was happening at the same time and I had thousands of demands and it felt like I would never see the end of it. So, if you feel like it, I would love it if you would write something about Joel X overworked/stressed out reader™. It can be pre or post outbreak, whatever you feel like writing. I just need some self indulgent fic to heal me. Thank you so much!

warnings: non, fluff, some alcohol but not much

end of the week. l Joel Miller

There were signs of your presence in the house, Joel noticed them, but he didn't see you. A dinner prepared for him in the fridge, a basket of fresh laundry that needed folding, a tidy bathroom or a neat shopping list attached with a magnet to the fridge door.

The signs indicated that Joel Miller lived in this house with someone else. Women's underwear in the dresser, some cosmetics in the bathroom and books on the shelf that were definitely not his, proved that it was a woman.

He glanced at the screen of his phone. There was a picture in the background, with you and him at an amusement park. Your face was radiating with happiness and joy, your eyes sparkled so beautifully. Using his lunch break, Joel hid in his truck and was about to call you when he remembered that you were at work too. 

Your lab has been busy in recent weeks. The flu epidemic at two nearby schools caused a lot of chaos, and you started working overtime trying to get everything done on time.

Finally, Joel glanced at the last message he had sent you. “I’ll be back later. Delivery delayed.”

The message was listed as read, but you didn't reply. Joel rubbed his forehead with his hand, then quickly typed "I miss you. Any plans for the weekend?"

It took a moment for the three dots that had appeared to start moving. Finally, a message from you appeared "Too tired to think. Sorry. Love u."

Joel sighed heavily. You must have been exhausted. By the time he got home, you were often already asleep, and even his movements around the house couldn't shake you from your sleep. 

Your sleeping form was curled up so tightly under the covers that Joel sometimes had a hard time snuggling up to you. But you both missed each other's closeness and warmth, and even if it was completely unconscious, you appreciated it too.

That day, he didn’t let Tommy talk him into buying him a beer, but he quickly got into his truck and stopped at your favorite little takeout place on the way. When he pulled up to the house, your car was already in the driveway. Joel parked next to you, grabbed the boxes of food, and headed for the door.

"Honey? I hope you haven't eaten yet, because I brought..." he stopped mid-sentence, between taking off his shoes and glancing at the living room. You were there, asleep. You still had your clothes from work on, your jacket and shoes were lying on the carpet in disarray. When you got home, you had to literally fall on the couch and at that moment you were drooling on the pillow completely unconscious.

Joel put the boxes in the kitchen and then quietly approached you, crouching down next to you, brushing strands of hair out of your face.

"Darling..." he said quietly "Get up, honey. I know you're tired, but..."

You opened your eyes slightly, and seeing Joel, you smiled slightly. "Hi..." you said just as quietly "Sorry, I had to fall asleep. I wanted to rest for a while, and then... I'll make dinner, you must be hungry."

"Don't worry, I bought something on the way. Something you like."

"Mmmm... You're too good for me." you moaned when he leaned down to kiss your temple and cheek.

"Maybe I should run you a bath? You'll change into something comfortable, and then we'll eat together?"

You accepted Joel's offer without hesitation. All week long, you'd only used the shower, so a moment of relaxation was really soothing. Nearby, clean clothes were waiting for you. You pulled on soft pants and one of Joel's shirts. After a few minutes you went downstairs and saw Joel sitting on the couch in his sweatpants, two plates with a warm meal on the coffee table, a beer for Joel and a small glass of wine for you.

"Hi." you greeted quietly as you entered the living room. His face lit up at the sight of you.

"Hi. You look good, honey." he said and patted the spot next to him. "Hungry? I got a double portion."

"Yeah." you sat down and reached for the plate. "How was your day? You should finish that renovation next week, right?"

Joel nodded, his mouth full of pasta. "Yeah, we should even finish a day or two sooner. And you? How was the lab? You had a lot of work..."

"I'm exhausted. But it's not just me, we've all reached our limits. So many orders and referrals... I hope it ends soon though."

For a while you both ate in silence, glancing at the news on TV every now and then. It was wonderful to just sit with Joel, eat delicious food and enjoy each other's company. After the meal, you brought out the plates and soon curled up next to him, Joel's arm around you, reassuring him that you were exactly where he wanted you.

The evening slowly passed. You spent it cuddling, walking for some snacks and commenting on the program you were watching. As midnight began to approach, you decided it was time to go to bed.

"I have to change the sheets tomorrow." you stated as you both crawled under the covers.

"You don't have to do anything." Joel yawned. "We have the weekend off. We can lie in this bed all day."

"Oh, right!" you chuckled. "And the house will clean itself, right? I've been putting off so much work until I finally have the day off."

Joel rolled his eyes. "You're crazy sometimes, you know that?" he mumbled, pulling you closer to him so that your head rested on his chest, legs tangled. "You've been working your ass off all week, and when you have a day off you decide to do the same at home? No way, young lady!"

You giggled. "You won't let me?"

"Just so you know! Tomorrow we sleep as much as we can, eat unhealthy food, fuck, and sleep again. At most I'll let you choose the order in which we do these activities."

"What about..."

"Jesus Christ! Sweetheart..." Joel kissed your forehead, sighing. "We're partners, right? We both work and we should both take care of the house equally, or in the way we can. We'll do it all on Sunday, okay?"

You nodded and snuggled up to him, barely holding back a yawn. "I love you, you know?"

"I know, honey. I love you too." he purred.

Joel was right. Tomorrow was another day and you could spend it on your own terms, without rushing, without obligations. However, you didn't have time to prepare a plan in what order you would do Saturday's activities announced by Joel, your quiet breathing filled the darkened bedroom.

[hellishjoel]

skincare sunday

1.6k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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summary: you show Joel your skincare routine, he asks to join you.

warnings/information: Fluff, cozy!joel, fall!joel, implied established relationship, mentions of sex (but no actual sex), mentioned age difference, light swearing,fluffy fluff fluff because hot old man Joel Miller deserves it! work away those worry lines king!

A/N: enjoy xx these two make me cope with being single

Joel’s mixture of curiosity and boredom struck around eight o’clock at night. 

The two of you had finished dinner, chicken pot pie with a golden crust and warm gravy to celebrate the start of fall and to fill your bellies with a distinct coziness. To Joel, fall was nearly all year round, the way he wore his flannels like an autumn badge of honor. 

After offering to do the dishes, he settled on the couch with a beer and kicked up his feet to watch the Cowboys game. 

Sundays were the perfect reset day. Clean house, freshly made bed, and food prepped to have his lunches set up for the rest of the week. 

It was also nice to unwind and do your personal routine. You did your everything shower (and by everything, you meant everything). After feeling the fresh steam cleanse your pores, you start on your skincare regimen. This was when Joel’s mixture of curiosity and boredom struck. 

“Whatcha doin’?” Joel’s tall figure loomed in the doorway to the bathroom as you finished running a brush through your damp hair. 

You couldn’t help but smile. He never did like to stay away from you for long. “Just doing my skincare.” Joel was already invading his way into the small bathroom, picking up random bottles and rolling them around in his palm to read the label. 

You watch as he squints and cranes his neck to read the minuscule writing. 

“Th’hell is this?” 

You roll your eyes with a sweet smile and take it out of his hand, settling it back on the counter. “You’re just askin’ to ask. To bug me.” 

Joel lets out a playful scoff as he crosses his arm and leans his bicep against the frame once more. “Now that hurts my feelings, darlin’. I like to know what you do in here that takes you upwards of an hour.” 

You sneer a face at him, and he meets yours with a kiss. You affectionately cup his chin between your fingers and gently swipe your thumb across his stubble. 

“It’s just skincare, baby. Some people have really long routines, but everyone has different skin needs. I’m just trying to minimize my pores and keep my skin barrier hydrated.” 

Joel lets a hum of interest roll off his tongue. He’s sort of become engrossed the more he looks across the counter. It probably looked like the side tray a surgeon uses with all the different tools they might need during an operation. 

You had out your cotton swabs and small cotton rounds, a BHA liquid exfoliant, a niacinamide booster, a toner, and some moisturizer to seal it all in for the night. Joel looked somewhat intimidated, and this man didn’t fear much of anything. 

You’ve tried before; you can’t say you’ve never asked, but Joel has yet to agree to a simple skincare night. But tonight was different, he looked a little fascinated as he squinted between the products and the smile on your face. It would make you happy, he knows that. 

He takes a contemplative deep breath, hands on his hips before he decides with a slow nod. Fine, woman. 

“Oh, Joel,” you coo excitedly as you grab his hand and forcibly yank him into the bathroom with you. “Wait-” you pause and put up your hands, observing his outfit. 

Buttoned-up flannel, casual blue jeans with wear showing at the kneecaps, and his watch Sarah gave him a few years back. “No, this won’t do.”

He grumbles as you tug him into the bedroom, looking at you like you were out of your mind. “We’re doin’ skincare in the bedroom?”

You’re shuffling through his closet, having to pass by a large chunk of hangers that were just hanging flannels until you find him a comfy cotton shirt to wear. You moved to his dresser and rifled through the drawers, clutching a pair of dark grey sweatpants with a small Texas logo on the pocket. “You can’t just wear anything for skincare, you need to relax.” 

He sighs loudly in a way of disobedience. He was never really one for relaxation. But he also wasn’t one to fuss with the lady of the house. He switched out of his stiff clothes and melted into his comfy sweats.

“Hate to admit it, feels good to get out of my jeans.” Joel’s approval is shown in the way his hands glide down the front of his chest to his abdomen, admiring the comfy tee. 

“You know Joel, some people take off their day clothes as soon as they come home.” 

He tuts at your teasing tone, closing the distance between you two as he plants a quick kiss on your lips. 

“Now, back to the bathroom?”

“That’s right, cowboy. Skincare in the bathroom, we need to wash your face.” 

He takes in a deep breath through his nostrils before doing what he’s told, and you praise him with a few heavy pats on his back. 

You sit him on the closed toilet seat and wet a washcloth. You gently soak his face and begin to work a cleanser in with your fingers. Joel parts his legs and insists you stand in the open space he’s carved for you. His warm palms rest on the back of your upper thighs. 

You blink slowly in contentment as he gently coasts his hands up and down your skin, from your hips to the ticklish backside of your knee. 

“I love you.” You whisper, watching his face become one with the white foamy cleanser. 

“I love you too, sweetie pie.” 

You try to bite down on your smile and ignore the butterflies that spread through your stomach. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, Joel knows how to make you feel like a teenager again, in love for the first time. All those stupid country songs he sang in the truck felt true with Joel. Though you’d never tell him that. 

All that love stopped when you saw his pores. “Jesus, Joel,” you go to pick at a few blackheads, but he swats your hands away. 

“I agreed to the relaxing thing, not the pimple-popping thing.” His southern twang pings off the walls. 

You roll your eyes, but he’s right, and you retreat to letting him enjoy his skincare. You gently wipe away the suds with the soaked washcloth and start his different serums. Joel even lets you put on the fluffy headband to keep his wild, silver-black locks out of his eyes. 

“You look so cute.” 

“Mhm, I know that’s right.” His voice is low and saturated in bliss. 

He dips his eyes closed in relaxation. You take pleasure in helping him release a fraction of the tension he carries. Slowly he melts as your fingertips massage up his jawline and add gentle pressure as you circle his jawbone. His jaw goes slack at the sensation, admiring the way you work your fingers into the aching muscle. 

“Gotta stop clenching your teeth, baby.” He doesn’t say anything, he knows it's a bad habit of his.

You let the serum sit, and you gently take his hands, add a glob of lotion, and give him a hand massage. He peeks his curious eyes open at the feeling, working up his fingers and over his knuckles, then his wrist. 

“Fuck,” he finally mutters, eyelashes fluttering before his eyes give in and close again. He’s so sweet like this, uncaring of how he looked to others because it was just you. He could be himself with just you. He could breathe with just you. 

You pump a little bit of facial moisturizer onto your fingertips and focus on his forehead, nose, and under his eyes. You take a little extra lotion and massage the skin on his neck. He hasn’t said a word in five minutes. He’ll be damned if he makes fun of how long you take to do your skincare ever again. 

After tapping in the moisturizer, he looked like a whole new man. 

“All,” you pause to press a gentle kiss on his lips before you stand up straight, “done.” 

There’s a noticeable frown on his face when he realizes his time is up. “That’s it?”

You stifle a laugh and nod your head to the side, signaling for him to look in the mirror. 

He groans lowly as he plants his hands on his knees and pushes himself up, straightening out with a few pops to his back, and looking at himself in the mirror. He looks from side to side, admiring the way his skin glows and glistens. 

“Wow, it feels so,” He reaches his hands up to his face, and you quickly swat them away. 

“Hey- no! No touching your face after skincare, not with your dirty hands.”

“Oh,” he mutters and nods quickly in slight understanding. 

It was sweet to see Joel taken care of, and, more importantly, that you were the one aiding him. 

“Thirty years younger already?” He asks to make you laugh, a large smile on his lips as he watches you throw your head back and giggle. 

“I like the way you are now. Just a little maintenance is all.” 

He likes the way he looks and feels. “What now?”

You purse your lips and wiggle your eyebrows. “We could read our books before bed or finish the Cowboys game… or we could do other things.”

His eyebrow cocks, and the left side of his mouth twitches in a cocky little smirk. “I like other things.”

You two race off to the bedroom, and enjoy the last few hours of your Sunday reset. 

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[catnipaddictt]

I like you

dbf!anakin skywalker x gn!reader

synopsis: Your dad's best friend comes round for dinner leading to some unspoken feelings being revealed

wc: 1.4k

tw: fluff, inappropriate age gap, kissing

comment: once again no beta reader so watch out for mistakes, this one goes out to @memoiich <3

The smell of your dad's cooking filled the house as you made your way down the stairs from your room. From the extra pair of work boots at the entrance way you knew he was here. Entering the kitchen you see the ‘feast’ your father had placed on the kitchen countertop. Golden roast potatoes, tender meat, and colourful greens combined together for a symphony of smell. Your mouth watered just think about it. But it was nothing compared to when he walked inside. 

His golden curls fell around his face like a halo, making his blue eyes stand out. With him he brought the smell of cigarettes and car oil, something you were used to by now. Something you sought comfort in. You have known Anakin Skywalker for a number of years now. He and your father had been friends ever since you two had moved towns. After your parents divorce you and your father had packed up and left that life behind. A fresh start. 

That was 3 or so years ago now and you two haven't looked back since. You met Anakin in your last year of highschool and that's when your silly crush began. It started off when he began coming around more often for a drink. Which then turned into a weekly event. And then dinners. You definitely weren't complaining though. 

Saying Anakin was gorgeous would be an insult to him. He was perfect in your eyes. If only you were born early. Anakin, now in his 40s, had no business running around with someone as young as you. So you kept admiring yourself and the dairy you hid in your dresser.

He smiles upon seeing you “hey princess”. That nickname, one of the many he gave you, made you internally kick yourself. “oh hi Ani” you grab yourself a glass of ice cold water, feeling his eyes follow you. “Going to come join me and your old man?” He questions to which you nod, “wouldn't miss it.” You grab yourself a plate and serve yourself some food before waiting for him to grab another beer for himself. He follows you out the old sliding door onto the concrete patio. 

Plastic chairs sit around a circular wooden table, the side facing the wall occupied by your father. He greets you with a bright smile, making you feel guilty for harboring feelings for his friend. You pull out a chair against the side of the house before seating yourself in it comfortably. Anakin sits in the chair next to you. Placing your glass on the table, you half listen into the conversation happening between the two men. Something about Anakin's work as a mechanic. You hear your name being said, and feel Anakin tapping your leg under the table. 

“Not boring you to sleep are we?” he jokes, to which your father lets out a gruff laugh. “Of course not” you smile brightly at them before turning you attention to your father, “what were you saying?” 

“Anakin was just asking about your classes.” You turn to him before replying; “same old really, too much useless paperwork, not enough practical learning.” You had been attending the community college nearby for a fine arts course - something you had always wanted to do. Which also explained while you were living at home at the moment. “You should come by the garage for lunch someday, it's only a block or two away” Anakin speaks, “might be able to teach you a thing or two.” You roll your eyes playfully, “and get covered in grease? Yeah, no thanks.” 

Anakin fakes offensive before laughing it off. You continue eating your meal while your father starts talking about engines or something you don't completely understand. You try to focus on the conversation, but find it hard with Anakin right next to you. You can basically feel his laughter roll off him. You tell yourself off for thinking this way before getting up to put your plate in the dishwasher inside. Which is good timing as your father's work phone begins to ring loudly. He mouths a sorry before taking the call. 

“I'll come help you kid” Anakin says as he gets up and follows you inside. You place your dishes in the washer before turning around to meet Anakin's gaze. You look away quickly, moving to dash off to your room. But you are quickly stopped by Anakin's hand wrapping around your wrist. “Where are you running off to sweetheart?” He laughs and you turn a shade of red that you didn't think was possible. “Sorry” you blurt out quickly. “Something is wrong, you acting off today” he states, not as a question. “It's just class, I'm stressed” you try to play it off. “Okay, want to show me your work, I'm not artist, but I'm sure I could at least try to help.”

You nod and move your head in the direction of the stairs which lead to your room. You begin to regret your decision when you reach your door. If he doesn't think of you as a child now, he was surely about to. Opening the door to your room you are greeted by posters of singers and objects that hold too much sentimental value for you to get rid of. Your CD player makes music fill the room, you must have forgotten to turn it off before going to eat. 

He moves inside your room, looking at the walls. Even though you had known him for years, he had never been in this room, your sanctuary. He speaks before you do; “I know this artist” he mentions towards your CD player. “You know this?” You question. “I may be old but i'm not that old” he takes a moment before adding “and your dad mentioned you listened to them so I may have listened to a few albums” he shrugs. You let out a snort “I can't imagine you listening to this kind of music.'' He lets out a soft laugh before you hand him the piece you had been working in for school.

He takes a few seconds before he says “this is incredible, I knew you were good, but not this good” he looks at you as he compliments your work. “Oh thanks” is all you manage to reply. “Do you have any more I can see?” “Sure” you turn around to rummage through the pile of half done works on your desk. When you run around you almost jump out of your skin.

Anakin holds a small book in his hands. Your diary to be exact. You must have forgotten to put it back in its hiding spot. You try to take it from his hands but he doesn't let you. “Anakin please.” You beg him to give it up and back into your rightful hands.

After a few moments he places the book down on your bed gently before making eye contact with you. You immediately look away, embarrassed. Anakin either just read about a normal day or knows about your silly little schoolgirl crush on him. Guessing by his next action you guess the second option. 

He takes your face between his large rough hands, tough from years of work. You can smell his cologne as he moves his thumb against your cheek gently, like you might break. “Oh sweetheart” he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I guessed but couldn't know for sure, '' he continued. “Your dad would kill me if he knew how I felt about his precious daughter” you blink at him confused. He seems to think for a split second before speaking; “fuck it, I like you” breath, “and I know I shouldn't” he acts before you can think. Leaning down and pulling you toward him, placing his lips on yours. 

You swear you feel fireworks erupt in your gut as he kisses you. You pull apart, breathing heavily. Anakin gives your hip a squeeze, “I should go before your dad starts to wonder.” Normally the mention of your father would cause feelings of guilt but you are still starstruck. Your only reply is a nod before he removes his hands from you. “Hey come by the garage tomorrow, okay?” Another nod from you. He moves to the door, shooting you a winning smile before he is gone.

You can't tell if that was the best or worst thing to happen to you. If one Thing was certain, Anakin Skywalker would not be leaving your mind anytime soon.

[alemonadinixi]

Jay's Story, Part 3

"Hey, Jay, you putting on weight?"

"Thanks for pointing it out, Derek," I tried to joke.

He laughed a little, "Sorry man, but hey, it happens! Stress is a killer. You want a workout buddy, you let me know."

"Thanks, man."

Derek went back to his desk, leaving me to my lunch. I looked like I had a bit of a beer belly, but so far there was no way anyone would guess I was carrying my girlfriend's eggs. These things had grown quickly, which Sierra said was a good sign. They'd settled in their place, now we just had to wait and see how they developed.

One development I was not expecting was to suddenly feel like my chest was damp. I glanced down and, sure enough, my shirt had small wet spots right over my nipples. I crossed my arms over my chest, put on my best “don't fuck with me right now” face, and rushed to the bathroom. I opened my shirt. Then I fucking panicked.

Lactating. I was lactating.

I watched tiny white beads form, dribbling down my chest when nothing soaked them up, hypnotized and horrified. Hiss don't even drink milk, let alone make it. This was not a thing Hiss did, of either sex, so why the hell was it happening to me??

I immediately called the surgeon’s office, since he was the only medical professional who knew what we'd done.

He was not nearly as alarmed as I thought he should be. “Huh. Interesting.”

“Doctor, how does me having work done on my intestine lead to growing breasts?” I demanded in a rough whisper.

“Tsk, all men have breasts, Jay, we just don't have the hormones necessary for them to function as such. Apparently your partner’s eggs, or the secretions used to implant them, contain something similar enough to trigger lactation. I'd have to run some tests to be certain, but that's the likeliest explanation.”

I rubbed between my eyes and took a deep breath. “So it's temporary.”

“Again, I can't be certain, no human has ever done what you've done before, but it is likely temporary, yes. I imagine the source is the eggs, and it will stop once you've laid them.”

“Why those instead of my partner?”

“Well, if it were her, I'd have expected the effects to appear much sooner after implantation. You'd have to have had her ovipositor secretions inside you regularly for that possibility to make sense.”

I blinked, my face growing warm. “... Oh.”

“You're a pioneer, Jay, we're going to run into all sorts of surprises, but so far nothing harmful has happened and things seem to be going well! Try not to worry, alright?”

“Right. Thanks, doctor.”

I hung up and stared at my reflection. What the doctor didn't know was Sierra had been regularly fucking me the past month. I loved the way she filled me, and I told myself at first there was something she secreted that made it better than normal, but honestly I was probably always a bottom and never knew it. Hell of a way to find out.

And it either needed to stop, or I needed to buy some nursing pads. I might need them anyway, it could be the eggs’ fault instead of Sierra’s.

Right now, the first thing to do was clean up. I tried dabbing at my shirt with a paper towel, which didn't do much. I'd just have to keep my jacket on, ask if I could leave work early, say I was sick or something. Then head home and Sierra and I could figure this out.

I got home before she did, and she found me in the bedroom trying to figure out if I could make nursing pads stay put in a shirt without a bra.

“Jay? What are you doing?”

“Trying not to need a nursing bra,” I grumbled and tossed the pads onto my dresser in defeat.

“A what?”

I sighed and removed my shirt. “So, something in either the eggs or your… secretions when we fuck is making me lactate.”

She looked concerned. “Is that bad?”

I took a breath. “Men don't normally do this, it's… human infants feed on milk from their mothers, so—”

Her face brightened, “So it's a good sign that your body accepts the eggs! You're making food, even if they won't need it.”

“That… that's not what I'm getting at,” I stammered, though it was a surprisingly pleasant thought. “I'm male, Sierra, this isn't supposed to happen to me.”

She shrugged, “You aren't supposed to have an egg pouch, either, but you do now.”

I frowned. “Stop being so logical about this.”

“Oh, Jay,” she wrapped her arms around my waist in a loose hug, “do you feel embarrassed?”

I blushed as a drop of milk trickled down my chest. “It’s a little upsetting, yeah!”

She licked my nipple. I jerked away with a gasp, “Stop that.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, just… feels weird.”

She got a wicked look on her face and did it again. I jerked away, but this time she followed. “It tastes good,” she muttered. She took my nipple into her mouth and sucked.

I grunted in surprise, “Sierra!”

“Mmm, I like this a lot, Jay,” she mumbled, her hand opening my pants as she switched sides.

My protest got lost somewhere in my throat as she started pumping my cock as she sucked. I love the feel of her hands, smooth with just a touch of friction, like a snake's belly. As she dropped to her knees, she said, “Everything you make tastes delicious.”

My head rolled back as she licked the length of me. “Maybe… maybe I don't have to worry about the whole milk thing…”

She chuckled. “I don't think you do. I'll get you whatever you need.” She punctuated each word with a lick, “And. I'll. Lick. You. Clean. Every. Day.”

“Sucking would be good,” I almost managed not to beg.

She complied with a smile, and I stopped worrying about it.

[mamirhodessxox]

Last Friday Night

Dashing!Cody Rhodes x Playboy Model Fem!Reader

Desc: It’s the 2010’s also known as the trashy dirty messy parties decade besides the 2000’s, Cody’s career was just going off along with his best-friends playboy model career, after a successful WWE Match Cody throws a large party at his house for celebration & It gets messy real fast

Contents: Alcohol, Foul Language, Smut, Fluff, Trashy parties, Douche bag cody in the house, DASHING CODY FUCKING RHODES CHAT, Gets STRAIGHT to the smut so enjoy

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Cody was beyond full of himself, especially when he had this entire Dashing Cody Rhodes gig going on for him, The dashing part definitely got to him, Every goddamn person & their mother knew he was fine as fuck and so did he, his confidence being boosted as-well as his ego was apart of his character & success. He just won a goddamn championship & as his way of celebrating this Friday night? Turning the fuck up.

You & Cody had been best-friends since his early wrestling days within WWE which was the time you became a playboy model, you two were practically made for each other, the both of you being near each other had people questioning their sexuality, You were hot as fuck, he was hot as fuck, and you both knew it, who wouldn’t embrace themselves if they were as hot as you two?

Cody’s house was filled with flashing lights, drunk guests & loud obnoxious music & You knew you were at the right place when your driver started pulling into a neighborhood that sounded like a fucking rave.

You stepped out of the car & immediately Cody stepped out of his house & made his way towards you “The most important guest of the night finally arrives” he wraps his arm around your waist and walked you in while you laughed into his shoulder “Shut-up Cody you’re just saying that!” You & Cody had a strange dynamic that people automatically thought you dated, You two would hold hands everywhere, cling to each other, hell paparazzi found you two getting lunch one time with his hand comfortably against your ass. You two were once labeled as the decades IT couple no matter how many times one of you addressed you were “just friends” which was complete and utter bullshit.

Cody lead you to the kitchen and gave you a cup filled to the brim with alcohol just for you “Here you go doll-face, slow sips ‘kay?” You giggled nodding before kissing his cheek, you took a large sip of your beverage with him and hummed hooking your arms around his shoulder “y’did so good tonight in the ring Cody, I’m so proud of you” he smirked “Yeah? I won just for you gorgeous.” You smiled as you felt his breath fan over your lips, The party was such an obnoxious scene, Everyone was either drunk or bumping into you two about to get drunk or make dumb life choices, for example, You two went into the backyard where someone practically thundercunted themselves off of his roof and into the pool

And somehow SURVIVED? Cody laughed and took a swig out of his beer bottle before turning to you yelling over the music “Now, correct me if I’m wrong but I think we should go off somewhere more quiet, a little more intimate?” You smirked at the Idea & nodded while he set down his drink & lead you off inside his house & to his room.

All of this brought you to the current situation you were in now, getting sat on-top of the dresser in his room while he dug into your neck leaving hickey after hickey and tugged on your hair a bit as he stood in-between your legs, he pulled away and grabbed you by the jaw & slammed his lips against yours & even slipping his tongue last your lips while unbuckling his pants & pulling, “Anyone ever fucking tell you this is better than the goddamn playboy magazines I see you on everyday?” He teased while pulling away to rip off your shirt & bra, you couldn’t blame him rushing the situation since you were practically wet & aching for him

You sighed out as he pinched your nipples & bit at your neck while letting out a cocky laugh “Of course that fuckin’ turns you on, almost everything I do turns you on huh?” You let out a whine in response before nodding your head, You already looks disheveled, hair all sloppy, eyes glazed over, mouth parted, your hands clutched over his shoulders as you dug claw marks into his back while he would fondle your breasts & grin at you “Such a good damn girl for me aren’t you sweetheart?” He slid off his pants & took your panties off before aligning his cock with your entrance and holding onto your face while thrusting himself inside of you & letting out a guttural groan.

“So fucking tight f’me princess” He whimpered into your ear while you shoved your nose into the crook of his neck moaning, He slammed his hand against the wall behind you as he fucked further into you & filled you up to the hilt with his dick alone, You threw your head back letting out a loud moan before looking at him in the eyes “g-gonna fucking cum Cody!” You whimper out while he slapped your clit “It’s just that fucking easy for you isn’t it? All it takes is my cock to be inside of your pretty little pussy for more then 4 minutes & you already wanna cum and make a mess?” He mocked you while he started to pick up the pace.

You squealed and scratched his shoulders throwing your head back moaning “h-Holy shit cody!!” You felt like he was forcing you to your climax given the fact you felt that little feeling in your tummy, your body writhed against him while he continued fucking himself into you & rubbing your clit at a ridiculous place before sticking his tongue in your mouth & kissing you before groaning against your lips & spilling his cum inside of you while you had just hit your climax.

He held you close before picking you up & lying him down on his bed while he went to go grab a wet warm wash cloth but you teased him while wrapping around his blankets “Such a gentleman mr Rhodes” he looked over shrugging and chuckled “Only for the best.” He came back over to you & kissed the top off your head before cleaning you up “I think it’s safe to say you’re mine now sweetheart.” You laughed and tilted your head “Oh yeah? What makes you think that?” He looked at you scoffing “I just fucked you on my dresser shouldn’t that be enough for you?”

You laughed with him as he climbed in the bed with you ignoring the loud music & music surrounding the house & wrapped you around his arms while you fell asleep.

By the time you woke up the next morning you were more than hungover, in-fact, you were positive you were hot by a sledge hammer, You sat up groaning pushing your hair out of your face & huffing while Cody walked in with breakfast “Wakey wakey eggs and bakey” he plopped a plate on your lap while you rubbed your eyes glaring at him “I feel like I got ran over by a semi-truck.” He hummed “Well aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine!” You held up your middle finger & took a sip of the coffee he handed you “fuck you” he shrugged and set your plate of food on the night stand “Geez again? Wow you must REALLY be feeling me huh?”

You groaned out in annoyance and got up out of bed putting your clothes from last night “You’re not very funny codes.” He grinned and handed you a hairbrush “I’m fucking hilarious what are you on about.” You walked off to the bathroom but felt a quick smack on your ass and looked back to Cody walking off with a laugh.

Thank fucking god you did this on a Friday night because you were a hot mess.

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bl 6

Roman had to get the door slammed on

his face twice from her older sister before his

coworker Montez grilled him on how he did

his sister. The other man however against

his wife who was cussing him out even as she

stormed off to the couples bedroom, let the tall

man in seeing the hurt in his eyes. “You too

damn late to be showing up here like you

finna fix something,” Montez said sharply taking

a sip of his beer offering Roman a water which

the man gladly took,” it was a long flight I

would’ve been here sooner but I couldn’t catch

one out for two days, I’ve tried contacting her

but it doesn’t work, so I showed up here.” He

rubbed his neck looking around,”where is she, I

need to apologize to her in person, I fucked up

I really like her I don’t know what the fuck

I was thinking.” Montez raised a brow at the

man who never spoke of any woman yet alone

like this and seeing how stressed out he looked

he knew he was being genuine but he also

recognized the half truth in how deep the man’s

feelings were but it wasn’t his place to make

his coworker realize. “She’s not here she went

out with some Spanish speaking dude, he

was pretty handsy, I don’t know when she’s

getting back.” Roman’s jaw clenched, there’s

no way that bitch was tryna steal his woman

from under his nose,”where’s her room I can

wait.” Montez let out a small laugh shaking his

head, the man had it bad and he recognized the

feeling of jealousy having had it a few times

before he locked things down with his own

wife,” last door on the left, don’t expect a warm

welcome.” Roman offered a short thanks then

went to make himself comfortable in her guest

space folding his arms over his chest growing

more angry in jealousy as the hours ticked on.

In all honesty, Soleil had left the lunch date

early when Benito was trying to catch a feel

on her thighs. She paid for her half of the meal

and decided to treat herself by going to get a

wax, followed by her nails and hair being done. Soleil was then at an Aunty Anne’s downing

her frustrations at her spoiled appetite from

earlier in a small bucket of cinnamon pretzels

and a good ass lemonade. The thought of

first talking to Joseph and then the lemonade

she had shared with him made her grit her teeth

tossing the lemonade she had and ordering a

Sprite instead. She decided on a new purse from

a sister owned boutique taking a picture with

the owner who thanked her for her support.

Then the woman went to a message therapist

to decompress some from the past few weeks.

By the time she had finished pampering

herself Soleil returned to her sister’s home,

letting herself in she slid her birks off and placed

the keys to her car onto the counter. Noting

the house was quiet considering it was ten o

clock she assumed her brother in law and sister

were either out on their own or asleep. Soleil

wandered down the left side of the house, she

opened her bedroom door went straight to the

bathroom taking her make up off and scrubbing

her teeth, she worked her hair out of its

pineapple, did a bit of skincare and slid on just

a silky slip over her freshly pampered skin. The

woman sat her bags down on the dresser,

turning on the tv with the remote, whilst turning

on her mood lamp she nearly jumped out of her

skin seeing Joe sitting in the chair by her

window. She grasped at her chest trying to calm

her drumming heart beat,“boy what the fuck are

you doing here?!” Soleil caught her breath,

pointing to the door to the guest room,”get out.”

Roman poked his tongue against his cheek, his

hands rubbing at his beard,”I can’t do that.”

Soleil scrunched her brows,”it wasn’t a request

Im telling you to get out.” He shook his head,

rearranging himself in the chair, folding his arms

over his chest,”you went out with that singer.”

Her agitation grew,”and you betrayed my trust

while trying to get your dick wet with a

coworker not even ten minutes after you kissed

me, so please explain why what I do as a single

woman pertains to you?” She lifted her hand

when he opened his mouth,”it was a trick

question forehead, I don’t owe you an

answer for who I spend time with, as you

reminded me we were just friends so you

can’t get mad.” Roman stood over her,”

you don’t think you’re taking it a bit far

with some tit for tat bullshit you know damn

well we were together when we went to that

game and he was trying to press you then,

so you trying to retaliate for that dumb tabloid

shit is unnecessary.” Her expression stilled,” get

the fuck out of my room, I’ve heard enough and

I want you to leave.” His ego bruised pushed him

to continue speaking,” You’re afraid to admit

you’re wrong for fucking on him because you

were mad at me.” “I just thought you

were better than that Soleil, at least make the

rebound worth it next time.” Frustrated tears

blurred her eyes,”I’m done talking to you, B

come get his man out my face.” Bianca was

gladly down the hall and in the door way grilling

the tall man,” it’s time to go.” Roman stopped

by the front doorway his own paranoia from

her activities showing,” be honest Sol, are you

seeing him now?!” Bianca kissed her teeth

shutting the front door on him looking at her

sister who had been blindsided but also clearly

upset by what the man had said,” listen that

man isn’t worth your tears or anger, just forget

about him Sunny, be grateful you hadn’t gotten

in too deep for you to really get hurt.” Bianca

hugged her sister,” my sweet sunshine, those

men are dogs and they are not worth putting

so much faith into, trust me they will have a

new bubbly blonde or foreign freak in their

beds on the road come Monday, don’t

let that man take space up in your head.”

Soleil held onto her older sister tightly,” I

love you B, I’m sorry I got caught up in that

mess, but don’t worry I will be back to a

hundred percent to support you on the road,

besides family first always.” Bianca grinned

stroking her soft curls,”always.” Montez

came from their bedroom sighing,” this better

not turn to no weird energy at work, I just

show up do my job and come home.”

[vanfleeter]

Dirty Little Secret (2) // JTK

Characters: Jake x reader Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, hella smut, angst. Author's Note: Only took me long enough to get this done, but it is here :)

Next Day

Waking up the next morning, you feel Jake’s arm wrapped around your waist as he clings to you tightly. His muscles tense and you feel his warm breath cascade down your neck. His lips connect with your skin making goosebumps rise. “Are you awake?” He mumbles against your shoulder. Turning over onto your other side so that you are facing him, you look up at him as he smiles. “Hi..”

You return the smile. “Hi..” Your smile fades and you pull away from him before turning back over to retrieve your phone. “Oh fuck, I have to go..” You say as you quickly jump out of bed.

Jake sits up, his eyebrows creased together. “Why do you have to go?”

“I promised Danny that I would meet him for lunch and I have to be there in an hour.”

“Then stay here until then.” Jake says as he crawls across the bed and grabs hold of your hand. “Please?”

“And show up in your clothes?” You say. “I have to go home and change.”

“I have your clothes washed.” He says pointing to your stuff on top of his dresser.

“I wore those yesterday, he’ll know something’s up if I show up in those again.”

Jake pouts and bats his eyes. “Please don’t go.” He pulls you back onto the bed and places a gingerly kiss on your lips. “Take a raincheck.”

“I can’t do that to him.” You say as you pull away. “I’ll call you later.”

–

As you step inside the restaurant, you spot Danny seated at a booth and taking a drink of his beer. Approaching the table he looks up at you and beams. “Hey!” He says sliding out of the booth to greet you with a hug.

“I am so sorry I’m late.” You say returning the hug. “I overslept and rushed to shower.”

Danny chuckles and the two of you sit down at the booth. “You should start setting an alarm, you know you’re bad at that.”

“I guess I fell asleep before I could.” You say.

“So how was dinner with Jake last night? Was he nice?” He smirks.

You smile and nod your head. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Daniel chuckles and lifts his beer to his lips. “I was honestly surprised that he took you out to dinner.”

Took me out to dinner.

Took me back to his place.

Fucked him on the stairs.

But you can’t tell him that.

You nod your head in agreement. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting it either.” You say.

“He’s usually a very reserved guy so seeing him opening up to you, it kind of makes me happy.” Danny says. The waitress comes over to the table and you place your drink order and food orders. “But..”

“Uh oh..”

He chuckles and takes another drink of his beer. “I don’t want you to date him.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m only saying this because I don’t want him to hurt you and I don’t want to lose you as my friend if he does.”

“Danny–”

“I know it’s a lot to ask and it’s not my place to do so–”

“Yeah, you’re right, Daniel.” You say standing up from the booth. “It’s not your place.”

“(Y/N)--”

“No, Danny, you don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t date.”

“I’m just trying to protect you.”

“No, you’re being selfish..”

—

Strumming his guitar and lost in his own thoughts, it only lasts for so long when he hears the doorbell being frantically rung. Setting his guitar down on the couch beside him, he stands up and goes over to the door and pulls it open to find you standing on the porch. Chest heaving and fists called at your sides.

“Are you okay?” He asks as you storm into his place.

“I wanted to just punch him in the face. Oh! He made me so mad!”

“Who?” Jake says as he follows you into the living room. “Danny?’

“Yes, Danny!” You grab the whiskey jar off of the drink cart and take a long drag of it.

Seeing you like this, frustrated and downing half of his liquor sends the blood to his core, his cock hardening beneath his sweatpants.

“Wh-What did he say?” He stutters.

You pull the jar away from your lips and set it down roughly on the drink cart. “He says that he’s happy that we’re friends but he told me that he doesn’t want us to date.” You watch as Jake’s eyebrows furrow.

“He said that?”

You nod your head. “Who the fuck does he think he is telling me who I can’t and can’t date? Who? Hmm? My daddy?”

The way you say ‘daddy’ turns him on even more. No, Danny isn’t your daddy. He is, and he’ll make damn sure you know it. Walking across the room, he pulls you against his body and crashes his lips onto you. He shoves his tongue into your mouth and you allow it. His hand rests on the back of your neck while the other one explores your body beneath your blouse. You push him away slightly, just long enough for the both of you to catch your breath.

“Who is your daddy?” He whispers, his lips ghosting yours. “Hmm? Who?”

“Y-You..” You breathe, your eyes slowly closing as you let him kiss you again.

He wraps his arms around your waist and hoists onto his hips, not once breaking the kiss. He carries you over to the couch and carefully moves his guitar out of the way before flopping down and allowing you to straddle his lap. He pulls away and grabs the ends of your shirt and pulls it up and over your head.

“No one tells you what to do.” He says, running his fingers down your chest and cups your breasts in his hands. “Only I do.” He reaches around you and unclasps your bra and tosses it to the floor. He lays you on the couch and unbuttons your pants before pulling those off too. You can feel the bulge of his cock pressing against the inside of your thighs as he thrusts his hips against you. He presses his lips to your neck and leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down your chest and torso before coming to a stop above the waistline of your panties. He hooks his fingers around the waistline and drags them down your legs.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.” He says as he moves down in between your legs and leaves kisses on the insides of your thighs. When he reaches your center, he licks his tongue through your folds and dips ever so slightly inside. A moan slips out of you as your hands grip tightly to his hair.

He slides a finger inside to work alongside his tongue before plunging in a second finger. It wasn’t long before he had you coming undone on his tongue and fingers. He hums in pleasure as you licks you clean. Pulling away, he leans back on his heels as he stares at you.

“Turn over..” He says twirling his finger in the air.

You do as he says and turn over onto your hands and knees. You feel the tip of his cock slowly slide through your folds until he’s filling you completely. “Fuck, Jake…”

He bends over you, his lips pressed to your ear. “Who?”

“Daddy..”

“Mmm, that’s what I thought.”

He pulls out slowly before slamming back into you making you yelp.

“Are you okay?”

You nod your head. He starts out slowly thrusting into you. Once he knows that you’re comfortable, he slowly gets faster. His hands grip your hip, his fingers digging into your pelvis.

“You feel so good.. Taking me so well..” He feels you clench around him and he groans. “There you are baby..” He slides his hand around your front and between your legs and begins to rub circles into your clit. Your cries filled the room, his name falling from your lips as your orgasm surges through your body. He reaches his just seconds later, completely spilling into you.

Pulling out of you, he gently rolls you over onto your back as he takes his shirt and wipes you clean. Snuggling behind you on the couch, he grabs a throw a blanket and covers the both of you before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You did so good.” He says against your neck.

His phone buzzes on the coffee table and he reaches over you to grab it. Danny’s name flashes on the screen. You scoff and push away from Jake to get off the couch.

“Hey..” He answers the call. His eyes immediately flash to you as he speaks again. “No, I haven’t seen her..” He holds his index finger to his lips. “Oh, uh, now isn’t a good time…” Jake abruptly stands from the couch. “You’re what?”

A knock comes on the door. Quickly you gather your clothes and Jake ushers you upstairs to his bedroom. “Don���t make a sound.” He says before going back downstairs.

Throwing open the door, Danny rushes into the house. “Oh sure, come on in.” Jake says.

“I’m sorry.. I-I just had a bad conversation with (Y/N) and now I can’t get a hold of her.”

“Well.. What’d you say?”

“Frankly, if I tell you, I’m afraid you’ll punch me.”

Jake chuckles and folds his arms over his chest. “Try me, Danny..”

Danny inhales deeply and before speaking again. “I told her that I was glad that you two were getting along but..”

“But what?”

“I don’t want you two to be together.”

Jake’s eyebrows knit together. Though he already knew this, he had to play the act of not knowing so he wouldn’t raise any suspicions. “Why don’t you want us to be together?” He asks.

“Because..”

“Danny..”

Danny runs a hand through his hair. “Because you aren’t exactly a good guy.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jake snaps, his arms falling to his sides.

“Look, I know you mean well and you’re a great friend but I don’t want you to hurt her.”

“Hurt her..” Jake nods his head. “Not once have I ever hurt anyone,” He says. “I’ve been the one that’s been hurt. Why are you making me out to be the bad guy?”

“I’m just trying to protect her.” Danny says. “So please, respect my friendship with her.”

“So I can’t be friends with her?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “I really don’t want to keep discussing this.”

“Jake, you’re being childish.”

Jake’s eyes grow wide as he stares at his best friend–who he thinks is quite crazy at this moment. “I’m being childish? You’re the childish one who’s forbidding a relationship that doesn’t even exist!”

It kind of does. But what he doesn’t know, won’t exactly hurt him.

“Are you mad?!” Jake exclaims throwing his arms in the air. “You can’t dictate who does what, Daniel!”

“She’s my friend, Jacob!” Daniel retorts. “I don’t want you to screw it up!”

Jake’s fists clench at his sides and he inhales sharply before exhaling. “Get out..”

“Jake..”

“I said, get out. I don’t appreciate you coming into my home and demanding things from me.”

Daniel clenches his jaw and stares at the hard wood floor beneath his feet before lifting his head again. “I don’t want you hanging around her anymore, you got it?” He says before walking out of the house, the door slamming closed behind him.

Throwing open the door to his bedroom, he storms over to the bed and flops down on the mattress. “Didn’t go well?” You say crawling across the bed to him. He shakes his head as you wrap your arms around his neck from behind and you kiss his cheek. “I believe I just made it worse..” He says. “He doesn’t want me around you at all.”

“You know he can’t do that.” You say.

Jake sighs and places his hand on your forearm. He lowers his head and gently kisses the back of your hand. “Do you think it’s a good idea for us to keep doing this?” He asks, keeping his eyes trained on the carpet in front of him.

“Continue seeing each other?” You ask as you lean back on your knees, pulling your arms away from around his neck. He nods his head. “Do you want to end this?”

Jake leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “No, but..”

“But you also don’t want to hurt Danny.” You say, earning a slight nod of Jake’s head as a response. “Well, um..” You climb off the bed and pull on your shoes. “If this is what you think is best, I’ll respect it.”

—

It’s only been a couple weeks since you’ve last seen or heard from Jake. If Danny invited you out to the bar, Jake wouldn’t join. He kept his promise to Danny that he wouldn’t hang around you anymore. Respecting his friendship with you. The last thing he wants is to screw up a good thing that Danny has.

“Where’s Jake?” Sam asks as he joins you, Danny, and Josh at the bar and leans against the countertop.

“He said something about wanting to work on a few things for the album.” Josh mutters. “Which I call bullshit.”

“Why do you say that?” Sam asks.

Josh shrugs his shoulders. “Something happened but he won’t talk about it, which is unlike him.. He rarely ever keeps things from me.”

You stay quiet, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. But you can’t say anything in fear of blowing your secret affair you had with him. Danny nudges your side. “You’re awfully quiet over there,” He says. “You okay?”

You nod your head and take a sip of your beer. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just..tired.”

“Long day at work?”

“You could say that.” You clear your throat and down the rest of your beer. “I’m gonna use the restroom. Order me another beer for when I get back.”

“It’ll be here.” Danny says.

Sliding off the barstool, you make your way through the crowded bar and head for the bathroom. Stepping out of the stall, you approach the sink to wash your hands. As the warm water washes over your hands, you are completely lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear the door open nor hear someone walk in until you looked up to see Jake in the mirror. He stands behind you with his hands stuffed in the pocket of his jeans. His sunglasses cover his eyes but you can see his eyebrows raised above the rim of them as he watches you.

Shaking your hands in the sink to rid them of the excess water, you turn away from the sink and grab a couple paper towels to dry your hands off.

“So you’re just gonna ignore me then?” He says as you walk towards the door.

You stop at the door with your hand wrapped around the handle. You debated wanting to just turn back around and slap him or walk out. You chose the latter of the two and pulled the door open and left the bathroom.

“Hey, don’t walk away!” He calls after you in the hallway.

You stop in your tracks and spin around to face him. By now he’s up in your face, his warm breath coming as a breeze across your face.

“You shouldn’t be here, Jacob.” You say before turning back around on your heels. You try to walk but he grabs your hand and pulls you back. You collide with his chest and he roughly kisses you. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you couldn’t. You push him off of you and pull your hand away. “You decided to end it. You don’t get to waltz your way back to me.”

“Just tonight,” He says. “Please.. Give me tonight.”

“Danny’s expecting me back out there,” You say looking down at your shoes. “I have to go..” You walk away leaving him there alone in the hallway.

Danny smiles when you return to the bar counter and slide back onto your stool. “I was about to come find you,” He says. “Thought maybe you got lost back there.”

You shoot him a fake smile and reach for the cold beer he had gotten for you. “Something like that..” You say before lifting the bottle to your lips and chugging half of it. He stares at you, eyes wide and jaw gaping just a little. “What?”

He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. “Nothing, nothing..” He says taking a drink of his own beer. –

Saying your goodbyes to Danny, Sam, and Josh, you make your way across the parking lot to your car. You hear someone clear their throat and when you look up you see Jake leaning against your car. He holds out his hand.

“Jake, why are you still here?”

“Keys.” He says blatantly ignoring your question.

“I’m perfectly fine to drive home.” You say stepping around him. As you go to unlock your car, he swipes your keys from your hands. “Hey!” You exclaim as you reach for them. He only holds them out of reach. “Jacob, give me back my keys.”

“I’m driving you home.”

“No, you’re not.” You say as you try reaching your keys. “Please give me back my keys.”

“Get in the car.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “I’d rather walk..” You say before stepping around him and making your way out of the parking lot and down the sidewalk.

“Would you stop being such a brat?” He says as he follows after you but you keep walking and trying your hardest to just ignore him. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Just keep walking. Your apartment isn't far from here.

“Are you seriously going to keep acting like this?” He says as he catches up to you. He stops in front you, anger fuming in his eyes.

“You don’t get to end things, Jake, and then come back expecting me to just fall to my knees and suck you off.”

“Would that be so bad?” He says, a smirking now playing on his face.

“Go fuck yourself, Jake.” You say before pushing past him and storming off down the street.

You don’t hear him following after you so you let out the breath you had been holding in. Reaching your block, you hear a car slow on the side of your street. Your car. And who’s driving? Jake. You curse yourself for not taking your keys when you stomped off.

“Get in the car, (Y/N).” He says out of the rolled down passenger window.

“No..”

“Dammit, get in the car!” He shouts.

“I don’t like being yelled at.”

He huffs and pulls the car over to the side of the street before getting out and storming over to the sidewalk. He throws open the passenger door. “Get in. Now.”

“Or now you’re ordering me?” You say crossing your arms over your chest again.

“Last time I checked, I am your daddy.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Like hell you are.”

“You can’t seriously be mad at me..” He says. “You know the reason why I ended it and you said you respected it!”

“So what? You think changing your mind is magically gonna get me in your bed again?”

“One can dream.”

“Yeah, one can dream, Jake. And you can do that in your own bed, away from me.”

Jake sighs and hangs his head. “Please.. Please just get in the car.”

You huff and drop your arms to your sides. You walk over to the car and slide into the passenger seat. Jake closes the door and goes back over to the driver’s side and slides inside before driving off. He tries to rest his hand on your thigh but you slap it away.

“Ten and two, Jake.” You say. A slight smile tugs at his lips as he places his hand back on the steering wheel.

Parking the car in your spot in the lot of your apartment complex, he pulls the keys from the ignition and hands them over to you. You take them back and push open the door to get out. He follows suit and walks around the back of the car before leaning against the trunk.

“Can I come in?” He asks.

You lower your head and pick at the strap of your purse. Your roommate is out of town for the weekend so essentially he could come inside, but did you really want him to?

“Fine..”

Pushing open your apartment door, you kick off your shoes into the closet and hang your purse up on the wall hooks before heading for the living room. Neither of you spoke, not sure of exactly what to say besides yell at each other. Jake sits one end of the couch while you sit on the other end with your legs criss-crossed in front of you.

Finally Jake broke the silence. “I made a mistake,” He says. “It’s been hell having to avoid you these last couple weeks. I’ve been craving you every damn day and it’s killing me.”

“Aw, is Jakey sex deprived?” You say with a snarky tone.

Jake sucks on his teeth and rolls his eyes. “I’m trying to be serious here..”

“Okay, Okay..” You nod your head. “I’m sorry..”

Jake inhales before continuing on. “I had thought ending things would spare hurting either one of us in the long run, but obviously I can see that I was wrong.”

“Jake..” You move closer to him until your knees brush up against his hip. “We’re both adults, we can make our own decisions. I chose to hook up with you at Josh’s party, I chose to fuck you on the stairs, and I chose you when I was angry with Danny.” You reach for his chin and turn his head so that he’s looking at you. “Danny can be mad all he wants–should he ever find out.” You shrug your shoulders. “I do find it hot sneaking around though.. Running the risk of getting caught is a thrill..”

Your breath against his face sends a chill down his spine.

“And if I’m being honest, I was debating about sucking you off in the bar’s bathroom..” You say. “I like hearing you moan, it’s...pretty.”

Moving off of the couch, you kneel in front of him and spread his legs so you can squeeze in between them. He doesn't stop you from untying the knot that strings of his linen pants are tied in. He definitely doesn’t stop you from pulling them down either, he lifts his hips to aid you in taking them off. His cock springs free and you look up at him with a smirk.

“You’re such a naughty boy..”

“Baby, please..” He pleads.

He shutters under your touch as you run your hand up his length and back down again. He’s already leaking a little so you bring your tongue to his tip and slowly lick it clean. His head falls against the back of the couch as one of his hands finds solace inside of your hair and he gives it a slight tug. Enveloping your mouth around him, a breathy moan escapes his lips. His other hand searches the couch to grip onto anything as his hips instinctually hitch upwards fucking his dick into your mouth.

“Fucking hell..” He mutters as he squirms beneath you.

As if pulling a lollipop out of your mouth, you slowly drag your mouth up his length and release it from your lips with a pop. Though as much as you wanted him to cum in your mouth, you wanted him to cum inside of you. You wanted to feel him inside of you. The feeling of him stretching you was something you craved, it was something your vibrator couldn’t recreate.

“What..” He gasps. “What are you doing? Fuck.. I need to cum baby.”

“And you will.” You say as you undo the button of your jeans and take them off. “I’ve just missed having you buried so deep inside of me.”

A deep groan emits from his throat and he reaches for you pulling you down onto his lap and kissing you. “Your mouth feels so warm and you’re so gentle but just like you, I missed having you wrapped around me.”

Gently you sink down on him, both of you moaning as the sensation of feeling each other again courses through your bodies. You roll your hips and his breath gets caught in his throat. His hands grip tightly to your hips and his fingers dig deep in your skin. You carefully lift your hips and fall back down on him. You keep up your movements as he thrusts his hips upwards meeting you as you come down.

“I can’t.. Last any… Longer..” He gasps and moans.

“Fill me up, Jake.. I want to feel it.”

You feel his body tense beneath you. He holds tightly to you and pulls you down on top of him, pinning you to his hips. His head falls back as he finally releases his cum inside of you.

“That’s it Jakey.”

He lazily lifts his head, in the midst of his orgasm. “Cum.. With me..” He says. He removes one of his hands from your hips and brings in between you where he starts using his thumb to rub circles into your clit.

“Oh fuck Jake..”

“Be my pretty girl and cum on me.”

Just as quickly as he had, you feel your orgasm wash through you and you soak him. You fall against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. As the two of you come down from your highs, he takes the palm of his hand and rubs soft circles on your back. Lifting your head, you look at him. His eyes are heavy and glazed over with lust.

“You look so pretty when you’re all fucked.” You say making him chuckle.

Slowly you remove yourself from his hips and grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it around your lower half.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“To shower.” You shrug. “Want to join?”

“Do I even need to answer?” He says as he pushes himself off the couch.

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[wannabanauthor]

Part 3 of the BuckTommy Slow Burn Summary Fanfic

Note: I wrote this last night and did some light editing, but here you are:

Tommy drinks heavily while watching Love, Actually with Buck on the floor in the loft in front of the TV, and he’s drinking a really good craft beer that Buck bought for him.

Once the movie is over, Tommy is drunk, and Buck is just slightly tipsy. Tommy wants to get an Uber home, but Buck says “It’s way too late for that, just stay the night.”

Tommy’s mind sobers up instantly even though he’s drunk. He knows Buck doesn’t have a couch. He says he’ll sleep on the floor with some blankets.

Buck says “Absolutely not, you can sleep in my bed. You may be big, and so am I, but it’ll easily fit us both.”

Tommy can’t really disagree because a bed does sound nicer than the floor. He tells himself he’ll leave the moment he wakes up and is sober. Maybe Buck loans him some pajamas, and they’re a little tight on him, but Buck’s looking at him like a juicy filet mignon with a garlic butter sauce.

They fall asleep with Buck on his back and Tommy facing away from him.

When Tommy wakes up, he feels a weight across his chest, and a leg thrown over his. He also has morning wood, and curses himself for not just taking an Uber home because now he’s cuddling with a supposed straight man in said man’s bed. He needs to leave immediately before he does something they both regret.

He tries to disentangle himself from Buck, Buck just clings tighter to him, his arm is wrapped around Tommy’s torso, and his head is right near Tommy’s neck.

Tommy tries again to no avail.

“Evan,” he says quietly.

Buck mumbles something in his sleep.

“Evan.” Louder this time. Still no movement.

“Evan!” Tommy snaps because he is way too close to Buck’s lips and is trying to get out of there with his dignity intact.

“Five more minutes, Tommy,” he mutters in his sleep.

Tommy has no idea what to do now. He’s trapped under a cute guy on a bed, and he’s praying for divine intervention. He’s slightly hungover, so he starts to notice how comfortable he feels being in Buck’s bed. He’s warm, cuddly, and ridiculously cute.

Just this once, he tells himself and closes his eyes to go back to sleep.

When he wakes up again, Buck is in the shower. There’s painkillers, a water bottle, some electrolytes drink, some crackers, a protein bar, and note on the nightstand on Tommy’s side of the bed.

While he’s slowly waking up and consuming the relief items, Buck strolls out of the shower wearing only a towel around his waist. Maybe Tommy drools a little bit, but he quickly recovers when he sees Buck smiling at him.

“Hey. You’re up. Sleep well?” Buck asks and walks over to his dresser.

Tommy averts his gaze. “Uh, yeah. Would you look at that, I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch. Shit, I gotta go. Thank you for everything.”

Buck seems kinda disappointed. “Oh, you’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting up with an old friend I haven’t talked to or seen in awhile.”

He really does have to go meet a friend. Former friend. Maybe former something else, but that was a long time ago.

“Okay,” Buck says with a slight pout.

Tommy averts his eyes, grabs his stuff, mumbles out an apology, and flees the loft.

Once he’s back at home, he takes the coldest shower he can stand.

To be continued

[dragon650]

The slave house part 1

Jason lives with his mother name is Catherine zeta. Jason was on the computer while Catherine was in the kitchen. Jason found a dark website. The chat came up. Man said “welcome to the dark and is your mommy pretty”. Jason said “yes” man said “What would you like to have for barrow your mommy”. Max said “toys and video games” man said “ ok and will be there later”. Max said “ok”. Man said “get her ready”. Max said “ok”. The chat has ended. Catherine is making breakfast. Jason said “ after breakfast and want to play a game”. Catherine said “ sure son and what kind of game” Jason said “ cops and robbers”. Catherine said “ok son”. They playing cops and robbers. Catherine “that was fun and now untie me”. Jason grabs some panties. Catherine said “ what are you doing with those”. Jason shoves the panties in her mouth and tape her mouth. Catherine said “ mppphhh”. Jason didn’t say anything. Catherine said “ mppphhh”. Jason dragging mommy to the front room. Catherine said “ mppphhh”. Jason left the house to play with his friends. The door was unlocked. Truck pull up the house. Jason is still out with friends. Catherine hears a truck. The driver said “have the packages for Jason and the letter”.

The man said “yes I do. the driver said “good”. They went into the house. The man put down the box and the letter. The letter says “dear Jason- Thanks for letting us borrow your mommy and enjoy the toys and video games. Your mommy will return at dinner time and will be broken and will do anything you want her to do. The driver picked up the bitch. The man said look like she gave us her blue 2024 bmw. The driver said “she will not need a car anymore. The man said “she has a nice ass. The driver said “yes she does”. The man said “hope boss let us rape this bitch”. The driver said “I think he will”. Boss had 30 men waiting to rape the bitch. The driver toss the bitch in the back of the truck. Catherine said “ mppphhh”. The driver arrived at the base. Catherine had fear in her eyes. The man pick up the bitch. Boss said “tie her to the table and strip her”. The man said “yes boss”. They tie up mommy and strip her. Boss said “we have her until dinner time”.

They said “ ok boss”. Boss was the first to rape the bitch. The 30 men were in line to rape the bitch. Catherine said “ mppphhh”. The next person is raping the bitch. Catherine is trying to scream. They continue to rape the bitch. Boss said “after the rape and let leave her there and brand her before she returns”. The men said “what kind of brand are we putting on her back”. Boss said “property of Jason”. The men said let’s remove the tongue”. Boss said “do it”. The men removed her tongue. Catherine is trying to scream. Boss said put her on the machine. The men putting her on the machine. Catherine can feel the machine in her pussy. Boss said “ leave her there while we get our beers”. The men said “yes boss”. They are getting the beers. Catherine trying to scream. They are drink the beers. Boss said “let’s take a break while the machine on full power”. The men said “yes boss”.

In the evening. Jason having lunch with his friends. Rachel Adams looking for unlock doors. Jason finished with the lunch. Rachel found a house that has a unlock door. Jason is help cleaning the table. Rachel went into the house and going to the closet to look at the dress. Jason is heading home and found the door was open. Rachel trying to pick a dress to steal. Jason went to the bedroom to see if anyone in his house. Rachel couldn’t hear a noise. Jason grab the female and tie her to the dresser. Rachel said “what are you doing this”. Jason shoved a panties in her mouth. Rachel said “ mppphhh”. Jason said “you broke in the wrong house”. Rachel said “ mppphhh”. Jason said “ you belong to me now. Rachel said “ mppphhh”. Jason said “wow dessert”. Rachel said “ mppphhh”. Jason is licking her pussy. Rachel thinking about she should not have broken in. Jason is raping Rachel. Rachel is trying to scream. Jason said “you are not leaving mine house”. Rachel said “ mppphhh”.

Boss said “bring the bitch to the next room for brand and make her tits little bigger. The men taking the bitch to the next room. Catherine had fear in her eyes. The men got the brand stick. Catherine is trying to scream. The men brand the bitch. Boss said “good and it has property of Jason on her back” Catherine feel her back is hurting. Men said “so she goes back after we make her tits little bigger”. Boss said “yes she does and I know he alone that she is not home”. Men is making her tits grow a little bigger. Boss said “ now she is broken”. Men said “yes she is boss”. Boss said “ pack her up to go back to her master”. Men said “that was nice of Jason to let us barrow her”. Boss said “yes it was”. Men said “if we send her now and he will get her before dinner time”. Boss said “yes she will”. The men box up the bitch to send her back to her master.

It was about dinner time. The truck is heading back to Jason house. Jason told Rachel that he is not done yet. The man carrying the box to the door. Jason answers the door. The man said “she is ready for you”. Rachel is trying to speak. Jason open the box and took out mommy out of the box. The man said “boss gave her a nickname”. Jason said “what is it”? Man said “her nickname is kitty”. Jason said “ok” man said “want me to take that bitch on the dresser”. Max said “ she stays here”. Man said “why don’t you sell her to slavery”. Jason said “if I get upset and I want to take it out of her”. Man said “ok sir”. Jason said “you got here before dinner time”. The man said “yes we did”. Jason said “ok”. The truck left the house. Jason said “I didn’t give you away Rachel and that ass belong to me”. Rachel had fear in her eyes.

Jason said “welcome back kitty”. Kitty said “thank you master”. Jason said “you will find me a other female next week”. Kitty said “yes master”. Jason grab kitty and taking her to the basement. Rachel knows her life is over. Jason putting his dinner on kitty body. Kitty said “thanks for using me as a table”. Jason said “ basement is your room now” kitty said “yes master”. Jason said “everything belongs to me”. Kitty said “ everything is yours master”. Jason said “good Kitty”. Kitty is staying still. Jason is eating his dinner. Kitty back is still hurting. Jason finished eating. Kitty said “can I move master”. Jason said “I have to get mine dessert. Kitty said “yes master”. Jason is licking kitty pussy. Kitty can feel her master. Jason said “that was a good dessert”. Kitty said “ thank you master”. Jason said “go to your crate kitty”. Kitty said “yes master”. Jason locks the crate and heading back upstairs. Rachel is trying to scream. Jason spank Rachel ass.

It is getting late. Jason is taking kitty out to the park. Homeless men walking by. Jason said “want to rape mine kitty. They said “yes we do”. The homeless men are raping kitty. Kitty trying to scream. The homeless men continue raping. Jason said “5 more minutes” The homeless men said “yes sir”. They finished raping her. Jason is taking kitty home. Rachel said “welcome home master”. Jason said “thank slave” kitty is going to her crate. Jason taking Rachel to his bed. Kitty is sleeping in her crate. Rachel still tied up. Jason is raping Rachel while she fell asleep. Rachel can feel him. Jason fell asleep. Rachel awake up. Jason said “go back to sleep slave” Rachel said “yes master”. The day. Jason tie Rachel to the bed. Rachel said “why are you doing this to me master”. Jason said “so you don’t escape me”. Kitty is in her crate. Rachel said “I will not leave the house”. Jason said “I don’t want you to get caught and get sold to slavery. Rachel said “you are the one that caught me master”. Jason said “yes and be quiet and I will not sell you to slavery”. Rachel said “yes master”.

Jason said “you will make mine breakfast then you be my table kitty”. Kitty said “yes master”. Jason is sitting in his chair. Kitty is making master breakfast. Kitty finished making her master breakfast. Jason said “where mine breakfast”. Kitty said “coming master”. Jason grab his food. Kitty is on her fours.Jason is eating his breakfast. Kitty is holding very still. Jason said “you are no longer mine mommy”. Kitty said “yes master”. Jason said “suck mine cock”. Kitty said “yes master and sucking master cock”. Jason is relaxing. Rachel fell asleep. Jason go hunting for a female and bring her here kitty and don’t try to get help”. Kitty said “yes master and I will not get help from anyone master”.Jason said “go and hunt kitty”. Kitty said “yes master and went hunting”. Jason went to check on his secret slave. Rachel is still asleep. Jason slap her pussy. Rachel said “I am sorry master”. Jason said “don’t sleep again slave”. Rachel said “yes master and I will stay awake”. Jason said “if you do it again then I will sell you to the slavery”. Rachel said “I promise master”. Jason said “give me a blowjob”. Rachel said “yes master and giving master a blowjob”.

[cassidyxcooke]

flashback dynamics; kieran cooke sr

when: second week of may 2014 where: the cooke home who: cassidy & kieran cooke sr trigger warnings: language. alcohol. verbal degradation. mentions of neglect. notes: cass needs a parental signature for a school trip, but it's kieran's annual shutdown week.

“Dad? You home?” the volume of her voice rose as they shuffled into the hall. The sun was out, its warm rays flooding the foyer as the door shut behind her. His truck was out back and the place wasn’t that big. He had to be around here somewhere. She sighed softly, turning the permission slip over in her hand. She could ask her grandad or gran to sign it, but her teacher very specifically said ‘parent signature’. Without it, no way she was going on the end of the year field trip. It wasn’t something she was going to leave to chance, even if she knew bothering him today could be met with…well…him. Cass moved quietly up the steps, kicking off her shoes off toward her room. Maybe the soft thuds of the soles would give him a heads up to her presence. Give him time to compose himself or whatever. He was always so…touchy this week of the year. Like some sort of annual breakdown. Why? She wasn’t sure and she never dared to ask. It was easier just to avoid him. But she wasn’t going to chance not getting to go on the biggest trip of her freshman career. 

“Dad?”

“Cassidy,” her name was a sigh as she cracked his bedroom door, she could see him sitting on the edge of the bed, a bottle in one hand and some sort of book in the other, “what are you doing here?”

“I live here,”

“Don’t be a smart ass. You know what I mean–”

She paused, face scrunching as her insides churned. Of course there was no hello. Or how was your day. Just why do you exist. Typical. Cass gripped the sheet in her hand, for a moment debating whether or not it was worth it at all. 

“Well? You suddenly dumb or something? Speak,”

“We had an assembly this morning. I guess it was closer to afternoon. It was right before lunch and–”

“Less words, Cassidy. I don’t need a whole fucking synopsis. Just tell me what you want,”

Cass bit the inside of her lip, stepping further into the room. She could already feel those tell tale signs, the thump of her heart beat, the slick of her hands. She hated this. The way he tore through her nervous system with just a few chiseled words. But he had a point. She needed to get this over with. “I–I need you to sign something. A permission slip,”

Kieran scoffed, sitting the book on the bed as he took a swig of his beer, “Sit it on the dresser. I’ll sign it later,”

“Can you do it now?”

“Later,”

“Please?”

“No,”

“B-but you–”

“Jesus christ, Cassidy, I said fucking later,”

“You’ll forget, you always forget. It’s not like you’re even doing anything. Just sitting in the dark like some–”

“Shut. Your. Mouth. Right fucking now,” Kieran was on his feet, words low, laced with a growl that made Cass’ body tense, her lips thinning as she fought to stop talking. She didn’t want a fight. She just wanted him to sign it. And she wasn’t wrong. If she didn’t get him to do something for her right then, it wasn’t getting done. Ever. But if she continued pissing him off, he wouldn’t sign it anyway. It was a lose lose situation. She swallowed as he closed the distance between them, her chin dropping. She could smell the booze that lingered, an old friend that came to visit every year around this time.

“Dad…please? I just– I really want to g–”

Before she could finish the word, the paper was snatched from her hand, a stomach curdled rip following suit. Tears pricked her eyes as her head tilted, looking up at him and ribbons of the slip fell between them. “Too damn bad. Next time, use your ears and listen the first time. Now get out of here, I can’t– I can’t deal with you right now,”

Cass blinked back her tears, seeing that he wasn’t looking at her. Not really. But did he ever? Could he ever? Her jaw flexed with the thought, heat gripping her chest. Her mind bursting with thoughts, insults, aggressions. She held it though. Too much to articulate. It flowed through her instead, a boiling energy as she turned on her heel and started through the doorway. No longer tip toeing. No longer quiet as she turned to look back at him, “I hate you,”

“Welcome to the club,” Was all she heard before slamming the door shut behind her.

[rychillacases]

These are good questions, and I've done them for a couple of my characters so far. This time, I'm doing it for a Rychillan character, Tenora Perskel. She's an Arch-Mechanic from Alkentoft, who acts an an expert consultant when automotive and mechanical matters come up in a case.

(Art by Pamonyart.)

Coffee, with milk and a dash of nistyr nectar (this is a fruit halfway between an apricot and an orange). In the evenings, when socialising with friends, beer or mead. Maybe wine if it's a formal occassion, although she's not picky about it.

Upon getting home in the evening, from her job as an Arch-Mechanic, she'll have a bath and scrub off all the oil, grease and grime of the day. Usually washes her hair, too, and makes sure to loosen it up. For safety reasons, she has it tied in a ponytail and tucked down the back of her overalls while working. With that done, she'll tidy up her nailpolish. She knows it'll get messed up the next day, but she likes having it there anyway. If she's going out with friends, she'll do this routine before heading out. In the morning, she'll tidy herself up, tie her hair back in a ponytail, then head out to work.

Her most expensive purchase ever would have been a good-quality tool chest and tools, to set herself up as a mechanic. More recently, she's bought some nice, tailored clothes. Most of her income goes on food and cost of living, as well as clockwork parts for her tinkering in her back shed.

Tenora has a small chunk missing from the outer edge of her left ear. She got it in A Pinch of Distrust, when she ran in to deal with a boiler explosion. She stalled it long enough for bystanders to get clear. But a piece of the debris hit her ear. As far as tattoos go, she has a series of symbols tattooed along the top of her left arm. All Rychillans have these, they get the first one when they come of age. Known as terax marks, they indicate social class, profession, rank within their profession and notable achievements. Tenora is a rynil, the class in which all Rychillans start. Being moved down to a lower class only happens after criminal conviction or betrayal of trust. Tenora's terax shows her profession, a few achievements, and her promotion to chief of profession. She's led a mostly quiet life, so far.

About a week after she became an Arch-Mechanic. Her girlfriend, another mechanic named Seralyn, broke up with her. Even though Seralyn doesn't work in Tenora's workshop, she didn't feel comfortable courting someone who outranked her in their mutual profession.

Tenora has an older brother, who owns and runs a farm just outside of Alkentoft. He's always looked out for her. She's also a good aunt to his children, her nephew and niece, and shows 'mama bear' tendencies towards them when they're in trouble.

She'll usually wear moderately-worn work boots, leather with wood soles. They're covered in small stains from drops of oil and grease. When she's hanging with her friends, she'll wear more casual shoes, which she keeps clean.

Tenora's bedroom has a double bed, and she usually sleeps on the left of it, even when alone. It has large head and footboards, with simple engravings in them. A bedside table holds some clothes, and a wardrobe holds more. Various clockwork devices rest on top of the bedside table and dresser. These are the completed ones - the ones she's still tinkering with are in the back shed.

She doesn't have a particular favourite. Any holiday is a good reason to tinker or socialise with her friends.

Even when not at work, Tenora usually keeps an adjustable wrench and a screwdriver with her. She's always willing to help out, so these may be needed. She'll also keep a purse with a couple of dozen kerlum in it, to cover lunch and other expenses.

So my problem with most ‘get to know your character’ questioneers is that they’re full of questions that just aren’t that important (what color eyes do they have) too hard to answer right away (what is their greatest fear) or are just impossible to answer (what is their favorite movie.)  Like no one has one single favorite movie. And even if they do the answer changes.

If I’m doing this exercise, I want 7-10 questions to get the character feeling real in my head. So I thought I’d share the ones that get me (and my students) good results: 

What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)

What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)

Do they have any scars or tattoos? (good way to get into literal backstory) 

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? (Good way to get some *emotional* backstory in.) 

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? (This one might be a me thing, because I LOVE writing/reading about family dynamics, but knowing what kinds of things were ‘normal’ for them growing up is important.)

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)

Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)

What is their favorite holiday? (How do they relate to their culture/outside world. Also fun is least favorite holiday.) 

What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.) 

[orphancookie69]

8/2024: Lake Havasu City, AZ

Labor day weekend has come and gone, and I finally got my over working butt finally got out of town! It was one of the quieter weekends I have had out there. No complaints here though!

Thursday:

We left cali in the early hours, just before sun rise. Minimal traffic and cops? We made great timing getting out there. We have a cousin in town so we connected with them and made plans for a late lunch at College Street. Good beer and good macaroni and cheese. The first day in is a lot of cleaning and settling in, we watched "The Man From Uncle" and "The Lottery". A remake of a 60's show and a modern "future" movie. Very different feels as movies.

Friday:

I did some work in the morning, these days I take some healthy meals up even though there is a great diner nearby. I had an afternoon appointment with my hair dresser, Secrets of Beauty, and I look amazing! I maintain my cut locally in orange county but I won't let anyone local in OC color my hair. After we had dinner plans with some family friends at Cha Bones. I have been told about this place, it seemed ok? I don't know if I would go back. Back at the condo, we changed things up and played Yahtzee for money-and I almost won. Someone pulled out two yahtzee's. We almost forgot how to play farkle after! We wound down with "Logan Lucky" on Netflix.

Saturday:

After clearing emails, before it got to be too hot, we walked and did some local shopping. The harley davidson store is amazing, I love their shirts. The shop nearby is owned by the sweetest old lady and has amazing stuff handmade all over the world. We tried for the first time to get amazon packages at the mailbox. We watched "The Illusionist" on Amazon Prime. Sound was a little bit off, and she had a sound system from like 10 years ago so we decided to try it. We needed some supplies and got Dutch Bros while out. I am glad we tried it, some modern things are made better. We had dinner at Angelinas with family friends. We did more Farkle, no I did not make any gambling money this time. We finished the night with "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels".

Sunday:

The day before leaving I tend to get into prepacking mode. Our family friends had been building a home for about a year, and it was finally finished! So we went to see it. Funny thing how track homes everywhere look different. We tried Blondzee's on the way back, it was a nice litter diner. We spent some time napping and a couple of hours in the channel. The vibe is as intense as the boat fumes but it was a way to stay cool. We had dinner plans with the cousins and they too recently bought their house there. Lovely homes all around. They made a wonderful dinner. Good food and good company.

Monday:

Labor Day. We headed back around sunrise and made great timing again. Not a whole lot of cops or trucks.

I am happy I got out of town a bit. We have plans to go back in the latter half of September. I am hoping its a little cooler next time we get there. Holiday season is around the corner y'all!

[slowtravelingcat]

Attack from outside and cows loom dangerously close to the hot tubs

Monday, April 19th, 2021

CAL - While life has become predictably unexpected over the last few months, I can say with great sincerity that something truly unexpected happened this week. 

It was the middle of the day, I was asleep on the extra tall chair while the large, bald one stared into her laptop. Suddenly I heard footsteps outside. I am normally alarmed by bipedal movement, but this time the sound did not simply pass us by. Instead, it stopped abruptly, right outside of the door! 

I immediately sat up, ready to defend our humble abode. Next, I heard shuffling. It sounded as if the biped was about to open the door. 

As for what happened next, I am not proud, yet I must report the incident as it occurred. I leapt down from my chair and started creeping towards the door when all of the sudden the creature outside started hitting the door. It was clearly trying to enter and it sounded large enough to do it. 

At that point, I lost it. I totally freaked out. Immediately I ran into the bedroom but then remembered that the bed frame connects with the floor and there was no room to hide underneath!

Next, I shot towards the dresser, but again, there was not enough room. In a state of complete and utter panic, I dashed behind the toilet and held myself perfectly still so that the intruder could not see me. I felt bad about leaving Michele alone, but my instincts had taken over. 

I waited for nearly 30 minutes before attempting a return to the living room. First, I peeked around the corner and saw that Michele was sitting in her normal spot, eating lunch out of a cardboard box. Soon we made eye contact and she whistled and clicked her tongue. It was only then that I knew things had returned to normal. 

MICHELE - Another week has passed and the weather in Rapid City, SD remains uncooperative. This is our last weekend in town and most of the trails are still too icy for hiking. I decided to spend the weekend indoors, at the Akela Spa in Deadwood. 

The drive up to Deadwood was charming, following a large open road through rolling, yellow hills. Upon arrival, I took a quick spin through Deadwood, which is a beautiful town, tucked away in a valley between snow-covered hills. Unfortunately, the town itself doesn’t have much to offer aside from casinos and T-shirt shops. 

The spa is located just a few miles outside of town. Upon arrival, I literally laughed out loud. I couldn’t help myself. Akela Spa is surrounded by a field of cows! This feels like an authentic South Dakota experience if there ever was one. 

Once I checked in, I was given a quick tour. There is a modest locker room, the waiting area, and the back patio, which features a few hot tubs, a steam room, and a sauna inside of a teepee. They also sell wine and beer and, all in all, I could not be more charmed. My service lasted about 1.5 hours including a body scrub, massage, and hot oil hair treatment. Afterward, I enjoyed some time in the steam room and wondered what the cows think about all of this. 

For the rest of the week, I mostly stayed in. At one point I finally caved and ordered delivery for the first time in quite a while. The food from Murphy’s Pub, was fantastic though I think the delivery driver may have scared Cal a little bit.

[risottoneroo]

I read your Mista tiddyfuck fic and oh my god my brain melted! May we ask the same for Jotaro?

a/n: absofuckinglutely. however this one did get away from me. wish i was sorry

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, NSFW, titfucking, questionable dynamics, slight verbal degradation, teasing

You tied the strings of your bikini around your neck, looking up at yourself in the mirror. You were really glowing, you had to admit. Being on a vacation for your PhD research was doing you some good. You were a marine biology student, working on a thesis about sharks. Your school had paid for you to visit the Caribbean for the entire summer in order to research the specific kind of shark you’d focused on in their natural habitat.

It was truly eye opening. Blacktip reef sharks behaved very differently in the wild than they did in your research facilities up north, and it was really beefing up your thesis defense. You were excited to continue your research. All the swimming and time in the sun had toned your body and given you a soft glow that you were enjoying as well. You didn’t lack attention from men, but there was one you had your eye on. The unfortunate part was that he was your thesis advisor.

Jotaro Kujo was acclaimed in the marine biology world for his thesis on the Morioh starfish. He’d made many groundbreaking discoveries, and you were so excited to discover he was your advisor. But nobody had told you he was so hot. You’d developed a crush on him, which was only made worse by spending so much time together. You’d caught his eyes lingering on occasion, but had never been lucky enough to catch him alone for long. This trip would change that. It had been a week, and you were ready to make your move.

The first part of your strategy was the string bikini. You’d somehow finangled a day off, and also convinced Jotaro to come with you to free dive and drink on the boat provided by the university. Something convinced you he was no stranger to breaking the rules. All you needed was to push him a bit, and the bikini was the perfect move. It supported your breasts surprisingly well, and would hold together just enough that you could ask him to retie it often without having a true wardrobe malfunction. You looked at yourself in the mirror again and blew a kiss. Perfect.

You opened your bag and checked inside. Food for lunch and dinner, beer, and rum. Perfect. 

You trotted out of your hotel room and down the hall. Your hotel was a local business that survived on being quaint and clean. It even still had real room keys for everyone. You and Jotaro had exchanged the extra key, in case anyone needed something. You knocked twice on his door, then slid the key into the lock and opened the door. “Doctor Kujo, are you decent-?”

He was not. He was coming out of his bathroom in only a towel, and when he saw you, he froze. The towel slipped, and you caught a glimpse of black, wiry pubic hair surrounding his soft cock. You flushed red and turned away. “I’m so sorry!”

He sighed softly. “Y/N, we agreed that the keys were for emergencies. Not barging into my room because you’re impatient.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. You were still turned away from him, staring back out at the hallway. He sighed again, and you could hear him getting frustrated. “Good fucking grief. Close the damn door and sit down. You’re already here.”

You nodded and closed the door. You turned back towards him. He’d picked up the towel, but still wasn’t covering himself. He turned towards his dresser, offering a tempting glance of his soft cock from the side. His endowment was impressive, even flaccid, hanging heavily between his legs. Your mouth watered and you looked away. He snapped his fingers. “Hey. Y/N. Sit down. You’re ready to go, so it looks like you’ll have to wait.”

You cleared your throat and looked back at him. “I shouldn’t stay if you’re-”

He tilted his head, a glint in his eye. “Naked? Like you haven’t thought about it before. Sit on the bed until I’m ready.”

You sat. 

He pulled out a tight “jammer style” suit, sliding it up his muscular legs and over his cock. It clung to his body perfectly, cupping his bulge. You swallowed hard and looked away. Watching him was turning you on, and you shifted a little bit. Why was he showing off? 

Jotaro’s soft chuckle caught your attention, and when you looked at him, that same glint was in his eyes. “You thought you had me by the balls, didn’t you? Thought I didn’t know why you were asking me to go free diving and drinking? I wasn’t born yesterday.”

You opened your mouth, and he cut you off. “I was married, but I’m sure you know that. And I’m sure all of you coeds jump at that past tense, too.”

He approached you slowly, stretching his arms over his head. He gripped your jaw in his hand. “Nothing to say now, huh?”

You blinked. “Doctor Kujo, I’m sure I don’t know-”

He chuckled and let you go. “Don’t know what I’m talking about? That’s funny. I’ll play your game. You’re interesting, and I enjoy your company. We can do this.”

You were confused, to say the least, but you decided to go along. Jotaro shouldered his bag, which you assumed had your diving gear and towels. “Let’s go.”

You followed him wordlessly. He led you out of the hotel and across the street, to where your boat was docked. He stood at the wheel and started the boat, and you sat next to him. You stayed quiet until he started up the boat and you were well on your way to the reef you’d planned to dive on that day. “So, I’m not in trouble?”

Jotaro chuckled and looked over at you. His blue eyes were unfathomable. “With the university? No. But with me? That may be a different story.”

You swallowed. “I don’t know if that’s preferable.”

His deep chuckle sounded again. “It’s preferable to being kicked out of your program for making advances on your advisor. I think you’re very intelligent, and it would be a waste to deprive the world of your discoveries simply because you saw me naked a few times.”

He cut the engine. You’d reached the reef. He stood and looked down at you. You cleared your throat. “I’ve only seen you naked once.”

He reached out and traced your cheek from your temple to your chin. “I also think you’re very attractive. If today goes the way I suspect it will, you’ll see me naked a few more times.”

You shivered. You were definitely losing control. You stood, still about a foot shorter than him, and looked him in the eye. “Then let’s start by leveling the playing field.”

Keeping eye contact, you untied the strings on your bikini and let the top fall. His pupils dilated, but his eyes stayed locked on yours. You reached for the string at the bottom and pulled them free of your body. You held your swimsuit bottoms up to him, smiling. His whole body was tense. You’d regained control. “Well, Doctor Kujo. I think that makes us even.” 

He made a move to grab you, but you slipped his grasp and jumped into the ocean. 

The water was quiet and cool, a perfect contrast to the blazing heat of the Caribbean around you. You relished the feeling on your bare skin, and sank deeper into the blue.  

You heard a loud splash, and turned. Jotaro was in the water now, sans his own swimsuit. You grinned at him and swam away, but he was fast. His hands closed on your waist and pulled you to the surface. You both breached the water, face to face. He tilted his head. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

You giggled. “Skinnydip with me?”

He growled. “No, this.”

He grabbed your face in both hands and kissed you hard. You kissed back fervently and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. His skin was warm against yours. You could feel his cock against your thighs, slowly thickening. When you wrapped your legs around his waist and slid your tongue into his mouth, he groaned and broke the kiss. “Get back on the boat.”

You nodded, clambering up the ladder and onto the deck. He followed, now towering over you again. He grabbed you from behind, pulling you to his chest. You could feel his cock pressing into your back. He was fully hard and throbbing. “Bend over the side of the boat and stay there.”

You nodded, and he released you. You bent over, gripping the side and wiggling your ass at him. You expected him to slide his cock inside you, so it was a surprise when you felt his tongue sliding over your cunt. You moaned, knees shaking already. “Fuck-”

He chuckled softly, pulling back. “Your pussy tastes good. Good girl.”

He smacked your ass roughly and went back to licking your cunt, his tongue sliding back and forth over your clit. He was talented. You were already gushing over his face. “D-Doctor Kujo, that’s so fucking good-”

He started flicking your clit back and forth faster, and you shuddered. “Oh fuck-”

He moaned, his hands gripping your hips and pulling your pussy harder onto his face. You felt your knees threatening to give out. You gripped the side of the boat with white knuckles, moaning louder. “O-Oh, yeah- Yeah-!”

He growled, licking you harder. Your thighs shook. “Fuck, fuck!”

His grip on your hips was bruising you, but you relished in it. Your stomach was tightening up, and you gasped out, “Doctor Kujo, I’m gonna cum-”

He pulled back, his thumb resuming his tongue’s pace on your clit. “Cum on my fucking face, baby. Be a good girl.”

He leaned back in, his hand sliding back to your hip and his tongue flicking your clit. You squealed and came hard. Your pussy gushed all over his face, running down your thighs. He moaned, one hand moving from your hip to grip his cock. Your orgasm rocked your body hard, and you were trembling when he finally pulled away. 

You slid down to rest on your knees, breathing heavily. He pulled you to his chest. “You were so good for me.”

You nodded, catching your breath. “Thank you, Doctor Kujo.”

He kissed your cheek and stood. “I’ve thought about this for a while.”

He stepped around you and cupped your cheek. “So pretty on your knees like that.”

You drank in the praise, leaning into his touch. “What are you going to do?”

He smiled wickedly. “Those tits of yours look starved for attention. Sit up.”

You obeyed, and he cupped them in his hands gently. “Perfect.”

He pushed them together, practically salivating. His cock bobbed, clearly deprived of touch. You leaned in and licked up the underside, and he groaned loudly. “Dirty girl.”

You smiled up at him. “Do you want to fuck my big tits, Doctor Kujo?”

He nodded. “For a long time.”

You leaned up, presenting yourself. “Do it.”

His cock twitched, precum drooling from the slit. “Fuck.”

He thrust between your tits, his precum lubricating his way. You hummed softly, watching as his tip emerged from between your tits. “Does that feel good on your big cock, Doctor Kujo?”

He gasped. “F-Fuck yes. It feels so fucking good-”

He began to buck his hips, his thighs shaking. “Goddamn-”

He threw his head back, squeezing your tits tighter around him. “F-Fuck- unh-”

His thrusts sped up, making him moan loudly. “Oh, yes- Oh- Unh- hah- Fuck!”

He looked down at you with hazy eyes. “Fuck, you’re taking my cock between your fucking tits- G-Good girl, good girl- Hunh-”

You bit your lip, watching him thrust desperately. “Cum on my face, Doctor Kujo-”

He gasped and moaned, cock pulsing hard. “Fuck yeah- Unh- Gonna cum- Gonna cover that pretty fucking face-”

He rammed home, cock throbbing and jumping. “C-Cumming-! Cumming so fucking- UNH-!”

You closed your eyes just in time for his first rope of cum to land on your cheek. Jotaro was gasping and bucking shallowly, the biggest orgasm of his life washing over him. “Cumming on that fucking face- fucking slut- Unh- Unh-”

His vision whited out, and he staggered back. You opened your eyes and pulled him back in, sucking his cock into your mouth and milking the last few spurts. He panted, hanging onto the side of the boat. “F-Fuck.”

You pulled back and looked up at him. “Good?”

He nodded. “Good.”

You smirked. “Now I need to wash this off.”

Jotaro chuckled. “Probably.”

[indiee19]

Drunken Monologues

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You come home from work to a very drunk (EYCTE!) Alex

warnings: light swearing, drunk Alex, silly conversation

word count: 1.4k

-because she’s literally a life saver, Thea was kind enough to write this while I’m working on some more requests, and while I'm still quarantining. Thank you!!!!

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The sound of the front door closing echoed through the house and you sighed, relieved whenever you took off your boots, taking off and placing your jacket on the coat rack beside the door. You were now able to lay down and go to sleep beside the love of your life - Alex. You were positive that he was asleep, if he wasn't then he must have been distracted since he always made sure to greet you at the door whenever you got home.

You walked down the hallway to the bedroom, impatient to change into some comfy clothes and go to sleep. You got to the closed bedroom door and opened it, making sure that it wouldn't creak whatsoever, now for sure knowing that he was asleep, the door only ever closed whenever people were at the house or he was asleep.

You quietly tip toed over to the dresser near the closet, pulling out one of Alex's large white button ups, shuffling out of your own clothes, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra, relieved once it was off, hitting the floor with a soft thud and you put on the shirt. Feeling comfortable once again.

You took your hair down from the ponytail that it had been in since lunch, the wind bothering you too much, blowing your hair in your face as you tried to eat. You picked up your clothes and put them out of the way so that neither you or Alex would stumble over them in the morning.

You then quietly walked over to the bed, crawling in beside Alex, pulling the covers over you. You tried your best not to wake Alex up, but he must have felt the bed shift and you heard a faint whisper of your name. He was now awake - barely though.

"Mhm, princess, is that you, or am I just dreaming?" Alex said groggily, barely awake, on the verge of falling right back to sleep, about to slip away from reality and go back into a dream of his own.

"No, my love, you're not dreaming. But go back to sleep," you replied, laying down on your side, running your hand through his fluffy, grown out hair that he rarely ever puts a ton of hair gel in anymore.

"No, I want to talk to you, princess. Want to know about your day," he said, leaning into your touch, loving it whenever you ran your fingers through his hair. "'ow was your day, princess?"

"It was good. How was yours?" you answered, wanting to know how he got so drunk. "Well, me and Miles went out for a drink," he said, voice muffled as he had nuzzled into your neck, the tip of his nose cold. "And exactly how much did you have to drink, Al?" you asked.

"Um, few shots, a beer ... or two, and a margarita," he said, confused, trying his best to recall everything he had to drink. You sighed, he never had that much to drink, he hasn't drank that much in two years, trying his best to not get too drunk anymore now that he was thirty. He was probably having too good of a time to even care, but you knew that he would feel awful about it in the morning and apologize to you when he would wake up, even though you quite literally couldn't care less. He was an adult and made his own decisions, but you knew that he tried to please you at his greatest abilities, but like I previously said, you didn't care if he drank .

You were about to say something before you heard a faint snore come from Alex, no doubt that he had closed his eyes, not meaning to fall asleep, but had on accident. You shifted a little to turn on your back, stopping when Alex whispered your name again. "What're you doing, princess?" he asked, clearly not asleep anymore if he was before.

"I'm going to bed, Al," you said.

"No! I want to tell you something," he said loudly, sitting up. The tone of his voice shocked you, almost scaring you - and him. "I mean, I want to tell you something, princess," he said much quieter this time, laying back down on you, going back to being this calm, drunken mess. "Okay, what is it?" you asked, kissing the top of his head softly.

"Just wanted to say ... just wanted to tell you that I love you so much, princess. You're so perfect, and gorgeous, and smart, and funny, and kind. You're everything that I wish to be. And you're way too good for me," he complimented you. "And ... I can't forget the fact that you're so, so sexy, princess."

You tried to hide your face, knowing that it would be bright red. No matter how much he complimented you, he never failed to make you blush, always doing it effortlessly. "Don't you 'ide from me. It's true, you are perfect," he said, sitting up and kissing you on the cheek. It was a sloppy, wet kiss, but it was a kiss. "I love you so much, princess," he slurred, cupping the side of your face.

"I love you, too, Al," you said, running your fingers through his hair again. He leaned down to kiss your neck, starting to suck on it. "Alex, what are you doing?" you asked, confused.

"I'm kissing you, princess," he said, a hint of lust in his voice. He started sucking on your neck harder, a bruise slowly but surely forming. "Alex, if you were kissing me, then wouldn't it be on my lips?" you said. "Will you stop, Al?" you laughed when he started sucking harder on your neck.

"But, princess ... I want to make you feel good. Like, so, so good. Let me make love to you," he said, biting down slightly on your neck, a small bruise forming and then he moved your shirt down a little before he moved his kisses to your collarbone. "No, Alex, you're drunk. We can't," you stated. He really didn't seem to care much though, continuing his kissing on your collarbone.

"Alex, I love you, but I swear to god if you don't stop it," you said and you pulled him up by his fluffy hair. He opened his eyes that were heavy with sleep, could barely keep himself awake, and you were confused to how he had managed to continue kissing your neck. He searched for your eyes in the darkness and when they met, his were full of his love and adoration for you, and as were your own.

Alex shuffled to be laying beside you on his side, and you did the same so that you could be facing him incase he wanted to talk some more and then he shuffled to be closer to you - not only for warmth in the winter but also because he loved being close to you, and if he could, he would hold you tight in his arms forever.

"Mmm, you smell so good, princess," he said groggily.

"Thank you, Al," you replied, kissing the top of his head lightly. Alex sat up slightly, raising up from your neck, rubbing his perfect nose against your own a few time, the tip of his nose still cold and you slightly shivered. "Eskimo kisses," he slurred, smiling a big smile at you and you laughed and smiled back at him. "You're so adorable," you mumbled to yourself.

Alex laid back down and then Alex lightly pushed you so that you could be laid on your back and he nuzzled his head into your chest, his head nuzzled in between your breasts, lightly kissing them. You laughed. "Comfy?" you asked him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Yeah. You 'ave comfy boobies," he said sleepily, rubbing his head against your breasts again and lightly kissed your chest, sighing softly. You laughed and as you were about to say something, you heard his little snores, indicating that he was asleep. You smiled and inaudibly awed. He was so damn cute and so perfect. You couldn't have wished for someone better, and soon, you too fell asleep.