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Not Alone Enough (Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x M!OC)

Summary:"While his soul grew more restless by the second, he felt suspended in his body as if the world went on moving without him. A nightmarish heaviness seeping inside his bones, he wants to scream, yell, and cry until he stops feeling altogether.”

Pairing: Jack Daniels x M!OC Mateo Rating: M (to be safe; no actual smut to warrant it but this blog is 18+ only)

Warnings: mentions of estranged parental (paternal side) relationship, mentions of heartbreak and grief, very brief allusions to sex, character introspection, probably lots of grammatical errors and typos, not beta'd (please let me know if I've missed anything)

Word count: 7k

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first piece of writing I've finished after a ten year drought and the first ever time I'm sharing my writing online and I don't think I've ever been this scared. I've been sitting on this story since November and decided that I'd share it as a gift to myself on my birthday. This is definitely more of a short story about my oc, Mateo, than a Jack Daniels fic. But I think he fit in well with Mateo and I couldn't help but write him in the way I did.

Also, I'd like to give a huge thank you to my sister and my two best friends for giving this a read and to @jazzelsaur who is truly a beacon of inspiration and encouragement 💛 If you do come across this fic and decide to give it a read I hope you enjoy it!

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Waking up had been slow going today.

The quiet blue of early morning skies had stirred the comfortable darkness of the room. Eyes slowly opening up, Mateo took in his bedroom; the window to his left letting in the smallest bit of blue light. His alarm still a way to go off on his bedside table, he can’t help but smile at a large glass of water sitting next to it that certainly wasn’t there before he’d drifted off.

Unwilling, more than unable to extract himself from a pair of arms with a vice grip around his waist, he had gotten used to a certain kind of warmth in his bed. Jack, with his brown hair tussled by the pillow’s cotton and his cheek folded in two, never strayed too far from Mateo’s heat in sleep. The sight of the brown-haired man next to him never ceased to set latter’s heart alight.

Waking up before Jack was not a common occurrence, so whenever Mateo did manage to be the one up before the sun, he always took a moment to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. That the sight of the man next to him would not wither away with the rays of sun filtering through the curtains.

When had he gotten so lucky?

When will it run out, whispered a voice, cynical and tired all the same.

The times where he had to remind himself that, no, Jack would not leave him, had slowly dwindled over time. But whenever that grating, fearful voice made itself heard, Mateo couldn’t help but bristle. He couldn’t help but wonder if he would go back to being alone again soon.

Whenever Jack saw the creases in between Mateo’s brows get deeper whether it be while reading in silence next to each other on his old couch or while in the middle of a mundane chore, but clearly lost somewhere deep inside his mind, he’d know. He’d know that whatever Mateo had been thinking up until that point couldn’t be worth occupying any more of his heart. A teasing comment, “Slacking off in the middle of a chore mister?”, would usually bring Mateo back to earth. He never could help the small, sheepish chuckle that burst free from his lips, nor the warmth that crept up his neck all the way to his ears at the realization that Jack had had his eyes on him while his mind was running a mile a minute. Mateo would usually answer with an equally teasing remark. Something like, “Looks like you’re not being that useful either, cowboy, if your eyes are lingering elsewhere”.

They would always seal the little back and forth with a kiss. Maybe two.  

Jack’s kiss would be a reminder.

Mateo’s would be a benediction.

A low inhale and a croaked out “G’morning darlin’” brought Mateo out from the warm memory.

He had, as of late, found himself preferring to revel in the moment anyway.

“Mornin’. You sleep well?”

Jack had leaned in, Kentucky drawl pouring out of his mouth like molten sugar before dipping his head for a kiss, “Well, with you in my arms I had no other chance.”

“Getting real cheesy in your old age, cowboy.”

“Is that complainin’ I’m hearin’?”

Mateo couldn’t help the grin taking over his face, “Not a chance.”

That morning, a kiss had turned into two, then three. By the time they had to be out the door and well into treading through the day’s work, they had only just been able to separate one sweat slicked skin from the other.

Getting cleaned up for the day hadn’t fared any quicker.

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Trying to run a farm alone, no matter how much smaller it was compared to his neighbors’, was not getting any easier. Looking at the five goats frolicking around the fields Mateo had started making a mental list on the day’s chores. Hat on his head, and a small notebook in hand, he was trying to write down just how he could expand the barn to house the sheep he was planning on purchasing. The creaky building wasn’t large by any means, barely having room for five goats and a couple poultry.

The wheat fields weren’t any easier to manage. He dreaded the work, hours on end under the scorching sun, the grown wheat scratching and itching his skin. Making sure one of the goats hadn’t escaped into the growing fields wasn’t any fun either. The small farm life his parents had imagined certainly wasn’t imagined for a lone farmer, no matter how manageable they thought it’d be.

Thank God for Jack.

One of the posts near the goats’ barn needed last minute replacing and Jack, even with all the work on his own fields, had made his way to Mateo’s as soon as he could to help him out. Although the work would have taken less long than if he had tried to go at it alone, once Jack had gotten there, he found another dozen things to fix around the farm.

Which is why Mateo was now making his way back to the house to pack up their lunches so they could eat it in between breaks, per Jack’s suggestion. He was sure Mateo would forego the lunch and work himself to the bone come dinner time.

“An impromptu picnic darlin’… it’ll be romantic”,Jack had teased.

“Yeah, real romantic with the smell of goat shit to keep us company”, Mateo had jabbered on while taking measurements of exactly where the fence needed fixing.

Jack had slowly made his way over to Mateo’s side, standing with a hip jutted out next to the barn posts. Sneaking a peek out of the corner of his eye at a dangerous grin gracing Jack’s face, Mateo couldn’t hold back the smile taking over his own nor the warmth creeping up his neck. He could tell Jack was having a good old time seeing his face go beet red.

Sneaking a hand up under Mateo’s sleeveless work shirt, the warmth and scratchiness of the fabric on the back of Jack’s hand a contrast to the sweat dampening Mateo’s back, the mustachioed cowboy had slowly leaned in even further Mateo’s side. “Promise I’ll make it worth your while hon’”, Jack had whispered, his warm breath a gentle breeze on Mateo’s cheek, his carefully trimmed mustache tickling the lone farmer’s damp temple.

Trying to find his footing with Jack’s flirting had taken him a while. Though he still did stumble and make a fool of himself every now and again.

A low and chocked out “I’ll hold you to that, sweetheart”, was all Mateo could manage.

The smell of linden from nearby trees in the yard wafts through the air now, their soft breeze soothing the sweat building up on Mateo’s neck. Seeing the dusty yellow paneled house always put him in a good mood. He had learned to shut out any bad memories that may have been lingering somewhere in his mind over time. He never wanted to remember the place that his mom tried so hard to turn into a warm home, with the disdain he had for a ghost who he tried hard to forget.

The house was just enough for the two of them while he was growing up. A wraparound porch with two rocking chairs, and the view of a couple patches of carnations near the bottom of the stairs leading up to the door greeted him.

Making his way in Mateo first checks his mailbox before giving a small touch to the dash of purple and red carnations, the grass surrounding them carefully stepped around.

Every month he’d get exactly five envelopes. Water, gas, and electricity bills accompanied by the town’s newsletter and a letter from his aunt who refused to use the landline Mateo helped her install in her home.

Right now, standing just inside the doorway, he had six letters in his hand. Walking into the living room’s warm green walls, he counted them carefully, a sense of unexplained dread unfurling throughout his chest. Three bills, the town’s newsletter, his aunt’s letter and another one…from a Mateo Lanzo.

It hadn’t been long since he had last thought about his father.

Not exactly possible to completely forget someone you share a name with.

Not like he hadn’t tried.

Mateo hadn’t been struck dumb like this in a while. So much so that he wasn’t even aware of his feet slowly taking him further inside the house, standing in front of the small table in front of the window overlooking the garden, the rest of the post falling gracelessly on top of it.

He slowly sets the envelope with his name on it on top of the others.

What was he supposed to do? Open it? Read it? And then what?

He couldn’t possibly deal with this now.

Not when there was work to be done around the farm. The farm that he had inherited at such a young age that it would send him into a spiral, choking on his own breath on his bedroom floor. The farm that belonged to his father. The farm that his father left one stuffy summer morning without so much as a goodbye. A birthday cake with candles unlit spending hours on the kitchen table until his mother had had enough and sent it straight into the bin.

He realizes, with a bitter taste on his tongue, that he still hasn’t really come back from that day.

He can’t possibly read it now. Not when Jack is out by the fields, waiting for him under the scorching sun—though he’s probably now lying under a tree’s shade with his hat over his face, just “resting his eyes, darlin’, you’re welcome to join”.

He should pick up their lunch, go to his truck and make his way back to Jack. He wishes so desperately to walk out the door, forgetting the letter to deal with it some other time. But it’s as if his feet are made of lead. He can’t help but just…look at it. As if by sheer will power alone, he could set the offending piece of paper on fire by glaring at it.

How dare he?

After two decades, two hearts broken, one that buried the pain in her eyes and the other that ignored it until it grew too much to handle, now he decides to check up?

What could he have even written that would be worthwhile?

Can’t really know it without reading it though, can you?

He can’t read it now. Not when he knows that it will set him off course, distracting him from all the work that needs to be done by the end of day. Distracting him from Jack.

Jack. As if he could hide anything from him. Jack would know something was up the second he laid eyes on Mateo’s flushed face, eyes reddened from trying to keep irate tears at bay, voice strained from trying not to choke on his words, trying his best at keeping his sobs trapped in his throat.

He knows he’ll regret the moment he goes to pick up a knife from the dish rack, making his way around the kitchen table, knocking his hip to its side, can’t help but slicing the envelope open in one fell swoop, letting his curiosity run his movements.

Breath catching in his throat, he can’t help his eyes run over the disheveled lines.

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Jack had never been so worried.

Mateo hadn’t been the same since he came back from the house, hands empty of the lunch Jack was planning on turning into a picnic under the linden trees.

Jack’s standing over the stove, trying his best to not to appear overbearing, focusing on the chili that’s slowly steaming. When he had decided to make the dish, he was hoping he could bring a sense of calm to Mateo’s otherwise silently thundering mood. He sneaks a look at him, sitting on the desk by the window, just outside the kitchen’s open entrance, his soft brown eyes almost black as he stares off into the distance, the sad grimace that had taken over his face during the day a permanent fixture on his handsome farmer’s face.

He had an inkling that something was off in the way Mateo had made his way back. When he had asked if everything was okay, a dangerously level “Yeah, sure” and a deliberate attempt at trying to hide from his gaze had convinced him.

It had simply been too long since Mateo had tried to run from his eyes. Not that he was ever any good at it. Shyness was never really in his nature. Jack had made him out be a natural flirt when they’d first met, taken aback since he would always be the flirty one. Back then, Jack couldn’t help but revel in the fact that Mateo could ever really be interested in a man like him. Apart from the initial uncertainty of the situation, it had been a long time since he’d let himself meet someone—anyone—new in an intimate way. He’d been scared that he might have been getting ahead of himself. Mateo had just offered to buy him one drink, after learning that Jack was to be one of his neighbors. So, he was just being neighborly, surely.

After three rounds of cheap whiskey that turned both their esophaguses to dust, Mateo had offered him a ride home.

Jack couldn’t possibly say no.

Those first few months were filled with intimate moments laced with a haze of uncertainty. Jack had picked up on Mateo’s careful distance with a grain of salt. He could tell that what Mateo needed was enough time and space, and Jack had—for the first time in a long while—been willing to be patient.

He understood better than most, that even though time was fleeting, he couldn’t control the speed at which a heart was willing to go. 

Mateo had always needed a bit more time when it came to relationships and opening up. Jack had always been all to willing to give him whatever he needed to be worthy of his trust. Which is how he knows that if he were to push Mateo to talk about whatever was bothering him now could only go sideways.

But something about this was different.

He doesn’t remember ever seeing Mateo so…unmoored.

He had been distracted all afternoon, forgetting to pack their lunches that he had gone to the house for in the first place, avoiding giving full sentence answers to Jack’s worrisome tone that he tried so hard to hide.

“Don’t tell me you ate both our lunches darlin’? I know you said it wouldn’t be romantic with goat shit around but—” Jack had chuckled his way through the question. Mateo had appeared to have remembered the sandwiches growing soggy on the kitchen counter when Jack had brought them up.

“Shit, yeah sorry. I must’ve forgot.”

 Avoiding looking at him was Jack’s second clue that something was wrong.

“Nah, it’s alright hon’. You run into someone or somethin’?”

That had drawn a weary sigh from Mateo. “Yeah…something like that”, he had mumbled under his breath making his way over to the wheat fields.

Jack knew better than to ask exactly who Mateo had “run into”. He knew he wasn’t about to get a satisfactory answer when Mateo was so reluctant to even meet his eyes.

The smell of spices filling the house, Jack steps out of his thoughts. The cornbread that was siting warm in the oven—Mateo’s favorite—is taken out, placed on the table. Jack tries his best to keep worry out of his tone as he calls for Mateo, “Dinner’s served, darlin’.”

He tries his best to keep worry out of his eyes, as Mateo seems to be taken away from his mind, numbly making his way to the dinner table.

He fails at not feeling a little bit defeated as Mateo opts not to make a comment on his favorite dinner.

Jack is sure he can wait it out; wait for Mateo’s spirit to settle, see if he decides to tell him about whatever it was that cast a shadow across his eyes.

Jack is sure of him; the rest will never be as important.

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Mateo had never been so unsure before.

He can’t help but get lost in his thoughts at the dinner table.

Jack had made his favorite; chili and cornbread, the shared comfort recipe a pleasant surprise that had bonded them tighter years ago. The smell of paprika, garlic and a spice he still couldn’t put his finger on—a secret from Jack’s grandmother—a comforting reprieve from his racing thoughts.

Not that he succeeds at that. He tries to eat, manages to go through a couple bites before giving up, his stomach locked up tight since he read his father’s letter.

How dare he?

After reading the letter a fifth time, deciding that anger was still on the forefront of his mind and body, he had wanted to tear the piece of paper apart and burn it. Forget it ever existed. Forget he ever read it. It was another kind of anger when he realized he couldn’t bring himself to do any of those things. He wanted to burn it to a crisp. He wanted to strip it apart word by word. He wanted to swallow it whole, make the words brand themselves inside every inch of his being. He wanted it to swallow him, giving in to darkest parts of his mind, letting it take root until nothing of him was left.

He wanted to write back.

He wanted to tell him to fuck off and die in a ditch somewhere for all he cared.

He wanted to ask him why he had to be so cruel all his life.

He just wanted to know: why?

Everything he ever felt about the man, everything he tried drowning out over years was slowly swimming their way up to Mateo’s surface.

While his soul grew more restless by the second, he felt suspended in his body as if the world went on moving without him. A nightmarish heaviness seeping inside his bones, he wants to scream, yell, and cry until he stops feeling altogether.

Jack must be a saint, he thinks.

The scrape of a chair on the tiled floor makes his eyes go up as Jack gets up from his seat to start clearing the table and washing the dishes. Mateo gets up to help. Jack stops him as he tries to pick up his plate.

“I got this, darlin’. Why don’t you go relax on the porch a little? I’ll bring us a couple beers when I’m done and we can drown out the day, huh? What do you say?”

A small nod was all Mateo could manage, still not looking at Jack long enough to break.

He slowly drags his feet to the porch, letting his limbs weigh down on the rocking chair that was held by duct tapes and a prayer. He tries to take a big breath, filling his lungs with fresh air, his nose taking in every note of peace and calmness that nature holds. Jack had been nothing but patient all throughout helping Mateo with the barn, a worrisome look on his face as he had left to tend to his own farm, the promise of coming over and making dinner firmly in place. He had no idea how grateful Mateo was that he hadn’t pushed him for what happened on the spot. Even when he had every reason to.

He wonders if any of the others before Jack would be as understanding of the turmoil wreaking havoc in his mind. Not that he had ever let them in enough to find out. For a man whose heart never ceased to seek a lover’s warmth, it was somehow also the one thing he kept under strict lock and key. Can’t break something that you never had.

Or so he thought.

He remembers them, then.

Dylan, who he could only describe as his first love, with sand burnt hair and eyes that revealed his heart without abandon, he was one of the first people who Mateo felt free with for the first time in his life. Two teenage boys, limbs unsteady, hearts even more so. One who could have all the girls his heart desired and the other who would rather hide beneath the other’s shadow, hoping dreadfully that maybe it would be his heart the former desired.

Lovers in a small town never really stayed a secret; but Mateo and Dylan had no other choice.

He remembers then; 16 and as reckless as he can be, driving aimlessly to the edge of town, windows drawn down, watching how the wind rustled those blonde locks more than he dared watched the road. Not that the road went anywhere important. They would only have the courage to go as far as the century old oak tree that every small town seemed to have, trying their damnedest to imagine being anywhere but here.

It was in that same car, parked under the big oak tree that they shared their many firsts. Their first kiss, tentative and shy meeting eager and impatient. The first time they realized salvation could be found in the embrace of another. Their first heartbreak.

Mateo shuts his eyes, Dylan’s tears a distant image he still can’t bear to remember.

He lets his mind wander. Blonde streaks of hair and teary eyes make way for a pair of earth warmed browns, the color matching perfectly with a head of curly hair that left the breeze of lavenders wherever she went.

When he’d met Leonie at 25, his heart had already been broken once and Mateo had tried his best to keep its fluttering at bay.

He never could fool his heart.

Leonie, with sparks in her eyes and ideals the size of the world on her heart. Leonie, whose eyes never failed to mask her anger and sadness at the cruelty of the world around them, yet whose soul held so much hope for the future. Despite the surefootedness in her bones, her heart had always been soaring for all the time he knew her.

Leonie, with that wicked grin that would have him on his knees. Leonie, who could kiss him stupid and make his heart soar along with hers. Leonie, who could see straight through him, all his wants and desires, never once judging him for the pieces of him not yet ready to meet the world.

Even though he knew it was coming, it was a different kind of sadness when he realized she was not going to stay forever tethered to his side. Even though he had tried so hard to silence the prayers for her to stay maybe just a little bit longer trying to burst free from his chest.

Her eyes bright and shining, a little impatience in her steps with her heart on her sleeve but guarded nonetheless, she would not rest until she met the world.

He had driven her to the airport himself. It was then that he had learned how to keep his tears to the road back home.

He had found a semblance of stability five years after she’d left. A stability that didn’t necessarily scare him at first.

One night, after the loneliness of the farm had seeped so deep into his bones and he had no other choice but to drown out the silence with the steady hum of a burning liquor, Mateo had found himself in a dive bar two hours out of town. About an hour after downing two glasses of the liquid, he had found himself rustling in scratchy motel sheets with a man who looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Maybe it was the solidarity of the feeling that drew Mateo to Frank’s arms.

Frank, with his broad shoulders and work roughened hands. Frank, who was also running from the lonely life of a rancher, newly widowed, grieving a soul gone too soon.

Neither ever visited the other’s town…neither really had an inkling to. It was at this halfway point that they first drowned out drinks as if distant friends were catching up, and then driving to a motel and drowning out their sorrows in the other’s warm embrace. He still desperately wishes to forget that dingy bar’s name.

It was Frank’s way of touching him that always had Mateo’s heart in a vice grip. Calloused hands that never strayed from making him feel cherished. Their need to make the other feel good would always end up in both burly men on a heap in tangled sheets.

Mateo knew he was in danger when it had become harder and harder to peel himself away from Frank. He thought he was doing them both a favor when he didn’t ever go back to that bar. Maybe it was a good thing, he thought, that he had left Frank’s life the way he came in. Without a message, without any trace. He had learned not to shed any tears by then.

His heart never really did heal from that one.

Not until a pair of deep brown eyes met his own about four years ago, introducing himself as the new farmer moving into their town. Jack had made quick work of his late aunt’s farm with all the enthusiasm he could muster after losing the last family that he truly loved.

It would be Mateo who would end up covering him with a warmth Jack had abandoned all hope of feeling long ago.

Mateo gave him that hope; and without knowing Jack had done the same.

Kindred spirits, Mateo’s mother would call them if she could see them.

We’d drive her insane, he can’t help but think. When had Jack’s voice started to mingle so seamlessly with his own inside his head? The sharpness in Mateo’s chest softens with the thought.

He looks over at Jack sitting next to him. Face turned toward the horizon, mustache stained with the beer that’s grown lukewarm in his hand, he is still the most beautiful man Mateo has ever seen.

When they’d first met, Mateo couldn’t help but stare at Jack without abandon. From the subtle curls trying to peek out beneath his hat, the way those whiskey brown eyes sparkling with mirth, to the crow’s feet that graced his eyes, he had Mateo a goner from the beginning. In those first few months of getting to know one another, both out in the fields and in each other’s embrace, Mateo could see the life lived within Jack, hiding in the wrinkles that adorned his face. He had pondered on how he could add to those wrinkles perpetuating his every expression, along with the lines and dimples that came out of hiding whenever he smiled.

Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be a mark of a life well lived on this man’s face.

The thought hadn’t scared him as much as he ever thought it would.

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They sit next to each other on the old swinging chairs on the back porch, overlooking first the yard and then the fields, each with a cheap bottle of beer in their hands, a couple empty ones sitting on the creaking floorboards beneath them.

The old radio just inside the doorway gives a crackling sound before finding its footing, the crooning of Karen Dalton making way for John Denver’s.

Time might’ve been what Mateo needed but sometimes a little push could go a long way. Jack had learned that back when he finally came clean to Mateo about being in too deep, laying all his fears at the altar of Mateo’s soul, praying to a love long lost that maybe he didn’t mess up his second chance at happiness.

He had never been gladder to have taken a leap of faith.

So, he asks.

“You going to tell me about what happened on your way back to the house today or are we still playin’ three monkeys, baby?”

Mateo finally let his eyes meet his. Jack always knew when to steer him to shore. He was actually surprised he had waited this long to bring it up.

Mateo’s heart breaks a little at the thought that he had been nothing but chummy at this loving man all day. The man who hadn’t left his side all this time.

“I got a letter in the mail today, from someone I thought was long gone”, he chokes out, surprising himself with his own honesty, “Someone I thought I wouldn’t ever hear from again.”

Ah, then. There it was. The one part of himself Mateo had been adamant about keeping strictly under covers. It’s not as if he hadn’t ever talked about his father to Jack; he had glazed over the worst of it in the still of the night a couple times, when sleep was inexplicably absent from his bedroom as the sky turned from dusk to dawn.

Jack knows about the infamous Mateo Lanzo. The farmer turned husband, then father, then a John Doe, to a deadbeat divorced father. He knows about the heartbreak that killed Mateo’s late mother, and the heartbreak still suffered by the man he loves.

Jack also knows something about patience. How Mateo had more of it than he gave himself credit for, especially when it came to feelings of conflict. He simply gave himself too much time not to feel but to bury everything that ached in his chest.  

Jack remembers how it had taken about a year and a half to muster up the courage to share how he’d lost his wife and child himself. Mateo could already see the scars; both the ones that he could spend hours tracing with his fingertips, his lips, his tongue, and those that would only be visible in certain moments. In the swift pain that clouded the spark in his eyes whenever he saw a jet-black haired woman with a child, in the hitch of breath he took whenever he talked about life back in Kentucky, in the still of the night whenever he woke up with a quiet gasp and sweat dampened hair, eyes looking for a face long gone…

He had always appreciated Mateo not pushing him to talk about them. Or more so, pushing him to talk about them in the right moments.

This, this seemed like a right moment for Jack to do the pushing. He could help. Whatever it was that he held back about his father, he could help Mateo carry it.

“What’s he saying then?”

Mateo bristles.

Jack knew it wouldn’t be easy to talk about, but he couldn’t help but hear a voice inside his head yelling out that he deserved to know. Jack also knew that that’s not what Mateo deserves.

So, he waits.

The shock of the question, of being seen, wears off when Mateo finally answers, “A bunch of nonsense really.”

Another attempt at hiding gone sideways as Mateo sees Jack raise a single eyebrow, as if he’s challenging him.

He never could hide from him long.

“He wants to talk. If I’m up for it that is”, Mateo sighs out.

“Well, that don’t sound like complete nonsense to me”, Jack drawls carefully; it always takes a little coaxing for Mateo to give any details. “Did he write why he wants to talk now? After, what, twenty-five years?”

Mateo corrects him a little too quickly, “Twenty-seven.” He tries to swallow down the knot that doesn’t seem to go away from his throat. He wants to talk about this, just not with snot and tears all over the place.

Anger flares up inside him then. This man, who left him and his mother to fend for themselves, without so much as the courtesy of saying goodbye, sending his mother down a spiral thinking that the worst might’ve happened to the man she loved until the young postman handed her trembling hands divorce papers. Oh, how Mateo wished the worst had happened to his father after all.

No. This man did not deserve his tears. His heartbreak.

How dare he?

“I hate him. I never could say it to my mother, she wouldn’t let me. Still loved that bastard after everything he put her through. But I hated him then. Still do now.”

“You know, you don’t have to do anyth—”

“I know that”, Mateo spits out, harsher than he ever intended.

God, he just wants to go back. To last night, after a long day’s work, drifting off into a comfortable sleep with the man he loves. He would even take going back to this morning when life seemed just a little bit easier than it does now. He wishes he didn’t ever see that letter, willing to have let it go to trash unknowingly with the junk mail.

He knows he’s being a wimp.

He knows that dealing with this letter is more than dealing with just a piece of paper.

He also knows that Jack just wants to help. In whatever way Mateo would allow him to.

“Talking about him…it’s not easy. I want to, with you, I really do. I just—", he stops. He feels the sobs climb up from his chest up to his throat, catching in the wind of the breaths he desperately tries to take. “I don’t feel anything but anger when it comes to him. And” he takes a deep breath, sighs out, “…it scares me.”

“Scares you how?”, Jack asks.

He can’t stop the tears that blur his vision. “Scares me how comfortable I am in it. It’s constant. I don’t think I can ever remember a time where I was happy with him there. But after a while it grew dull, you know? The anger, the loathing. So, it got easy to just…let it grow. But I never wanted it to poison me. Him not being here helped with that though. After a while I just liked to think that he died. Not like I could do anything about him being gone, confronting him.” Not like I ever thought about it, Mateo thought with a poorly veiled grimace.

“You have thought about it though”, Jack offers.

Mateo’s first instinct is to try and deny. Jack stops him short.

“Don’t act as if there’s a chance that I don’t know you Teo. You have no idea how many times I’ve seen you for you. I know you. And that’s okay darlin’. I’m here ‘cause I like what I see”, Jack declares with a smile that can only be described as in love, his eyes crinkling around the corners.

Mateo sees himself in those lines.

His heart stutters a beat at the realization.

They’d said their “I love you”s a long while ago. But something told Mateo that whenever he uttered the words from now on, it would hold a heavier meaning. A heaviness he felt elated to carry.

“What’d you imagine saying to him when you were younger?”, Jack implored, eyes almost pleading, as if to say “Come on, baby, you can let me in. Promise I’ll make it worth your while”.

So, Mateo sucks in a lungful of air, the smell of linden trees waltzing through the fields with an early autumn breeze.

He remembers his mom and how she would let him play around for hours running up and around the branches of that same linden tree. The same tree that she would pick from to make tea with whenever Mateo got close to catching a cold after running around and sweating through his shirt. The same tree that he used to climb up and hide in whenever his father’s voice became too loud to handle.

Mateo squeezes his eyes shut against the memory.

He sucks in another breath. Lets it out.

He wants to unfold.

Jack wants—and deserves—to help.

So, he begins.

-----

Waking up was slow going this morning.

They’d gone to bed later, much later, than they normally would.

Last night—and well into dawn—was the first time Mateo had been at his most vulnerable. If you asked either one of them, they would both admit that this had been a long time coming, but that it was worth it. Every scar, every hurt, every shortcoming, every fear was laid bare before Jack’s heart. He hadn’t faltered in his promise; every piece of Mateo that fell away to reveal a new part of the man he loved, Jack would quietly pick up the piece, holding it dear to his soul. Mateo hadn’t realized when his tears had started to flow without restraint.

He had told him all. How it felt as if his father was the one piece still missing from him, how he felt guilty at the prospect on behalf of his mother who kept going as long as she did with a broken heart; how he’d been a coward for most of his life, breaking hearts first because he couldn’t bare to live through someone else breaking him again; how even though he is filled with anger, it is actually the thought of forgiving and being forgiven that makes him tremble with fear, filling the darkest corners of his soul.

Jack had listened and held his hand with a firm grip, his weight never wavering; at once Mateo felt both the weight of his past lifting from his shoulders and never feeling so grounded before.

He was intent on being the rock Mateo leaned on.

And Mateo leaned.

There was Jack’s voice echoing inside his head as they’d both finally drifted off to sleep.

A suggestion that he actually thought would be useful.

“Why don’t you just write to him? Not to send out a reply but just to let it all out, maybe. Take it one step at a time. Write, see how you feel, and then decide what to do with it. Chop it up and burn it or send it. It’s up to you darlin’. He doesn’t get to dictate how you feel about this. You don’t owe him anything. If you do end up wanting to burn it, I’ll bring the matches. If you end up wanting to send it, I’ll find you the stamps”, Jack had said when they woke up, voice sleep rough but mind alert as ever.

Jack had learned to find the ideal path to any solution long before he and Mateo had met.

He used to be a strategist; using every piece of information he had to his advantage was something he’d not only needed to learn but excel at. Under much undesirable conditions, working for his life by putting it in danger for someone else. They’d call it “the greater good”; though, toward the end he’d realized it was anything but. By the end, he knew better.

He didn’t need to be a strategist now. He just needed to be there for the one person he loved, however he might need him to.

Mateo could find solace in Jack for that kindness alone.

He takes the afternoon to try and focus on his small garden of flowers in the yard. His hat on his head, the afternoon sun still scorching at his back, he feels his mind clear as he tends to the soil, clearing out the weed and the leaves and flowers that have withered over time. He feels tethered here, hands and knees digging into the dirt.

He always treated any place out in the yard that had ever been tended to by his mother as gifts left from her. He knew exactly how to care for them, how much water and sun they’d need; he had learned how to care for them from her. Just as she’d learned from his father.

A blurred memory unfurls suddenly; his mother planting daisies on the edge of the yard while his father gives them their first splash of water.

He decides not to think of it any further, trying his best not to muddle the clarity his mind had gathered from the earth. His work done, flowers cared for and watered, he makes his way inside the house.

Inside, his mother’s desk in front of the window catches the setting sun’s last rays, gathering heat into its old woods.

-----

His mother had never told him that the flower beds were a joint effort. Never reminded him of the fact. A symbol of their love, she’d always thought. And for a while it was. Those early days of their marriage taking care of the flowers together was the brightest part of her days.

It was a different kind of heartbreak when he stopped caring, leaving her to take care of them by herself.

She had tried so hard and for so long to keep them alive. She had hoped Mateo would have more luck when it came not just to flowers but to affairs of the heart as well. Having seen him run from a happiness the world seemed intent on being against enraged her more than she ever let on. She had wished with a tenacity few possessed, that her son could one day be fearless in his love. It was as if only she could see that her boy held so much love in his bones.

If only he knew that his heart would one day be his savior.

It is with that heart that he sits at the old wooden table his mother used to sit at, writing letters to distant family, using it as a knitting station when her hands grew too restless to write.

It is with that heart he now picks up a pen and paper, a warm baritone voice echoing in his ears, encouragement dripping from every imagined syllable.

It is with that heart he now puts pen to paper; and bares his soul.

[ghostofaboy]

Double Whiskey On The Rocks

Pairing: Jack Daniels/Original Male Character Rating: Explicit. Over 18s only! Word count: 5880

Summary: Jack had a very unique Statesman recruitment. Shameless smut.

Warnings: Oral Sex (male giving and receiving), Face Fucking, Cum Eating, Anal Fingering (male receiving), Anal Sex (male receiving), Dirty Talk, Swearing

Note: No beta reader, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Jack slumped against the cold stone wall of the alley and sighed. This wasn’t how he’d wanted his life to go. Only twelve months prior, he’d had everything he’d ever wanted. A wife, a baby on the way, and a glittering career ahead of him in the airforce. That was all gone now. Taken from him in one brutal afternoon. Now he was here, outside yet another run-down bar smelling of piss, sweat, and booze and wishing he had the fucking guts to end it all.

A sharp pain in his side reminded him of the punch to the ribs he’d taken only moments ago. The local patrons clearly unhappy with his choice of songs on the jukebox. So fucking what if he wanted to play Whitney Houston six times in a row. I Will Always Love You was Lela’s favorite song. It had been. Past tense. He was still catching himself on that one.

“Not bad, kid.” A deep voice came from the entrance to the alley, and Jack snapped his head up to look in that direction. Stepping forward at a leisurely pace was an older man, perhaps in his mid to late fifties, wearing crisp blue jeans, a black wool blazer, and a goddamn cowboy hat. “Six drunk hicks an’ ya came out without a damn scratch.”

“Can I help you sir?” Jack eyed the man carefully. His ribs were aching now, probably not broken but definitely bruised, and the cuts on his knuckles from the previous fight were starting to make themselves known to him. The last thing he needed right now was another guy coming at him.

“Funny thing that.” The man drawled his accent not too dissimilar to Jack's. “I was gonna ask ya the same thing. Ya got a plan, son?”

“A plan?” Jack cocked his head. “Whaddya mean?”

“Well, ya come in here, playin’ the same damn song over an’ over till someone picks a fight with ya.” The man continued to step closer, and Jack could make out more details. Whoever this guy was, he was a handsome son of a bitch with a sharp clean-shaven jawline and vibrant blue eyes watching Jack with amusement and curiosity. “I gotta wonder what ya deal is. Ya ain’t from around here I know that much. But ya know how to fight. I’ll give ya that.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for trouble.” Jack growled as the man stopped a couple of feet from him. “The guys in there, they started shit, an’ I dealt with it. I just-”

“Yeah, ya did.” The man eyed Jack up and down, and Jack instinctively shifted. The man's gaze made him feel like he was being appraised. It reminded him of his old CO. “Look, ya clearly a little on edge right now, so why don’t I give ya my card.” The man pulled a business card from his pocket, handing it to Jack. “If ya get bored pickin’ fights with dumbass drunks, gimme a call.”

Jack opened his mouth to answer, but the man was already turning and walking away, leaving Jack still leaning against the cold wall, wondering what the hell that had been about.

/////

It was three days later that Jack saw the man again. This time he had sat drinking in the bar of a small casino when one of the other patrons had muttered something about Jack. It was something about his state or smell, accompanied by a disgusted look and a smirk to his friends. Jack was on him in one fluid motion, and after dealing with the men, he had been hauled outside by casino security.

Wiping blood from his nose, Jack glanced up to see a familiar face standing and watching him from across the street. The man, still in his smart jacket and Stetson, was leaning casually against a streetlamp, watching Jack. As their eyes met, the man simply tipped his hat to Jack but didn’t move.

What the fuck was this guy's problem? Jack scowled as he hauled himself to his feet and eyed the stranger. If the man was intimidated as Jack stalked toward him, he didn’t show it. He merely nodded again as Jack approached, stopping just in front of the stranger.

“You again.”

“Me again.” The man smirked. “Another fight? How’s that workin’ out for ya?”

“Workin’ out fine an’ dandy.” Jack spread his arms out to show the man that, yet again, there wasn’t a scratch on him. In fact, aside from one lucky hit to his face, the other guys hadn’t been able to land a punch.

“Uh-huh.” The man’s eyes drifted up and down Jack’s body, his smirk fixed. “Five guys this time, from what I counted. One with a knife too. Watched ya disarm him. Very nice.”

“Look, I don’t know why you keep followin’ me.” Jack pointed a finger at the still-smirking man. “But-”

“But what?” The man cut in. “But ya got this? But ya have a plan? Cos ya don’t, Jack. Ya don’t got shit but a goddamn attitude problem and no fuckin’ money to ya name.”

Jack’s blood ran cold as the stranger said his name. “How do you know my name?” He all but whispered. 

The man huffed out a laugh. “Looked ya up, o’course. Jackson Matthew Daniels. Husband of Lela, son of Henry and Mary. Honorably discharged from the US Airforce, although, let's be honest there, son. Given what you did to those men, it should have been a dishonorable discharge. Only reason it wasn’t was on account of the death of ya wife an’-”

“Stop!” Jack cried out. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Someone who can give ya an option better than gettin’ y’self killed.” The man tucked his thumbs into his belt and frowned at Jack. “For the last twelve months, y’ve been runnin’. Just drank an’ gambled. Gettin’ inta fights. Soon ya luck’ll run out, son. What then?”

Jack didn’t have an answer. He didn’t have a plan. None of this was meant to happen. He was supposed to be at home with his girl right now. Probably a little sleep deprived from having a new baby. He was supposed to be a dad, not a fucking drunk with dwindling savings.

“Fuck you.” Jack spat as he stormed off, leaving the man alone under the streetlamp.

/////

It was around five weeks later that Jack saw the man again. Making his way back to his motel room from the grimy bar Jack was weaving his way drunkenly along the sidewalk when he spotted him. The man, still dressed impeccably with a light brown Stetson this time, stood outside another bar on Jack’s route home. 

Home. That wasn’t where he was going. He was heading back to the dingy motel, which was all he could afford after his latest losses at the casinos.

The man glanced to his right as Jack approached, taking a long drag on his cigarette. He eyed Jack with an amused look as the younger man came to an unsteady stop next to him.

“Good night?”

“Yeah.” Jack slurred out, grinning. “Great night.”

“Uh-huh.” The man chuckled. He was kind of handsome for an older guy, and Jack couldn’t stop himself from staring as the stranger licked his lips. “Headin’ back to ya motel?”

Of course, that fucker knew where he was staying. Jack rolled his eyes. This guy thought he knew all about him. Well, it was time to turn the tables. Jack smiled and leaned closer.

“I was, but seein’ you here, I reckon it might be fate.” Edging a little closer, Jack got as close as he dared to the man's ear. “See, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you ever since I saw you last. I didn’t leave things right an’ I was hopin’ I’d get to see you again so I could make it up to you.”

“Are ya flirtin’ with me?” The man whispered back incredulously. “Brave thing to be doin’ so openly in Alabama, son.”

“You seen me fight, right?” Jack’s heart started thumping in his chest, hoping the guy would take the bait. “Then you know I’m a brave guy.”

“I know ya don’t know when ta back down.” The man chuckled, turning to face Jack. Jack could feel the other man’s breath on his lips. “But ya got balls gotta give ya that. So how exactly were ya hopin’ to make it up to me huh?”

All or nothing time. 

“I could blow you. Or, if you prefer, let you fuck me.” Jack whispered against the man’s lips watching with some satisfaction as his eyebrows shot up. “Though this bein’ Alabama, we should probably get somewhere a little more private. You stayin’ close by?”

“That I am.” The man took a final drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the floor and crushing it with his foot. “Follow me.”

/////

The man wasn’t staying that far away from Jack, which unnerved Jack a little. Clearly, the man was watching him, following him but why? He wasn’t muscle to one of the many people Jack now owed money to, or Jack would have been dealt with already. 

After the second time they met, Jack had dug out the card the man had given him, but it yielded no clues. The card had no name or organization, just a phone number that Jack had not called. If Jack was going to figure out who this guy was, he’d need to look through his things, so part one of the plan was to get the guy asleep. A good fucking should do the job. Jack was probably twenty years younger than him, so tiring the man out shouldn’t be too difficult. A good fucking should do the job.

Following the man up to his hotel room Jack stepped into the elevator, watching as the man pressed the button for the fifth floor before turning and closing in on Jack.

“We doin’ this?” His voice rumbled from deep in his chest, his eyes hungrily looking at Jack’s lips. Jack had barely nodded when the guy was on him. 

Lips clashed messily against lips as the old man pinned him against the elevator wall. Hands were everywhere, with Jack sending his to pull the man’s shirt out from its place tucked in his jeans. Pushing his hands up the still buttoned shirt, Jack could feel the man’s nipples pebble at his touch.

The man’s hands divided their attention between Jack’s ass, with the man’s left hand roughly squeezing his cheek and his hair locking him in place as the man continued to plunder Jack’s mouth. Jack could taste the cigarette from earlier as the man pushed his tongue deep into Jack’s mouth.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, making Jack jump, but the man calmly untangled himself and headed out. Jack followed, adjusting his jeans to accommodate his now hard cock. Down the corridor and a left turn later, he found himself standing outside the man’s hotel room. No turning back now.

This was no 5-star hotel, but the room was decent enough and a big step up from his own motel room. The room itself was modestly furnished. Off to the right of the door was a small bathroom with a toilet, sink, and bathtub, while in the center of the main room was a neat-looking double bed. The rest of the room was pretty plain, with a simple chair, nightstand, and drawers in the same dark wood.

The man closed the door behind Jack and immediately started removing his jacket. Jack shrugged his own denim jacket off, throwing it over the back of the chair before turning back to the man.

“So, you got a name?”

“Most folks do.” The man eyed Jack greedily, reaching forward and pulling his t-shirt out from his waistband. In one swift motion, he pulled it up over Jack's head and tossed it over to the chair to join Jack’s jacket.

“I mean,” Jack paused to gasp as the man gave one of his nipples a quick tweak before pulling Jack’s jeans open. “What do I call you?”

Pushing Jack’s jeans down slightly to his thighs, the man paused, looking at Jack with an amused expression as he considered the question. “Ya can call me Whiskey.”

“Whiskey?” Jack frowned, pulling off his boots while the man, Whiskey, unbuttoned his shirt. “That like a nickname?”

“Somethin’ like that.” Whiskey’s lip curled into a smile as Jack pushed his jeans down and off, leaving him standing there in nothing but his tented boxers. “Well, look at ya. Pretty little thing, ain’t ya? Gonna look prettier on ya knees with a cock down ya throat.”

Whiskey kept his eyes on Jack as he opened and shrugged off his shirt. Stepping forward, Jack reached for Whiskey’s chest, running his fingers over the pert nipples before leaning in to take one in his mouth. Whiskey hummed approvingly as Jack licked and sucked in each nipple while his hands went for Whiskey’s jeans, popping the buttons open before kneeling before the older man.

Feeling Whiskey’s eyes on him, Jack slowly and deliberately pulled the jeans open to reveal a thick bush of pubic hair. It seemed Whiskey preferred to go commando. Pulling the jeans down, Jack took a deep breath, breathing in the other man’s musk as Whiskey’s thick uncut erection sprang free. 

With one final glance up at Whiskey, who simply smiled down at him, Jack reached out and gently rolled back Whiskey’s foreskin to reveal a dark, fat red cockhead, then opened his mouth and gave it a small lick. This was by no means the first cock Jack had ever sucked, but it had been a while, and for a few moments, he was a little concerned he was out of practice. 

However, after a few long slow licks, Jack parted his lips and began to swirl his tongue around the head. Looking up to make eye contact with Whiskey, Jack could see the older man holding back moans as he watched glassy-eyed. Feeling emboldened, Jack reached forward, cupping Whiskey's balls with one hand and the base of his cock with the other before beginning to work Whiskey's length into his mouth.

Inch by inch, Jack took the cock, until his nose began to graze Whiskey's thick unruly bush. Listening to the breathy moans coming from above him, Jack held himself there for a few seconds before his gag reflex forced him to pull off, leaving behind a trail of saliva connecting the leaking head to Jack’s lips. Tears stung his eyes as he began to bob up and down Whiskey's shaft, letting the tip of the cock hit the back of his throat each time, hollowing his cheeks as he once again locked eyes with the mysterious man.

"Y've done this before." Whiskey panted, playfully stroking Jack's hair. Jack responded by gently rolling his balls in his hand and returning to the thick cockhead, sucking on it and pulling a shaky breath from Whiskey. Teasing the slit with his tongue, Jack was rewarded for his efforts with the bitter tang of precum spilling onto the tip of his tongue and his lips.

After a few minutes of sucking, Jack flattened his tongue before again working Whiskey's dick back into his mouth. As soon as Jack felt it hit the back of his throat, he hummed, swallowing around the length of the shaft, making Whiskey let out a giddy laugh. 

"Fuck son, until ya want a throat full o'cum ya need to ease off. I'm gettin' close." When Jack didn’t move and continued to glide up and down his cock Whiskey tightened his grip on Jack's hair. "All right, Jack, f-fuck, fair warnin'. Let's see what that pretty mouth can take."

Jack felt the hands of the older man gripping the back of his head as he began setting the pace, and Jack's eyes watered as Whiskey started fucking his face roughly. With each thrust, Whiskey's cock hit the back of his throat, making him gag and choke. It was all Jack could do to breathe through his nose as strangled wet sounds came from his throat as the older man's hips bucked.

"Tha's right, Jack baby." He could hear Whiskey growling. "Take it. Take it all. Ya enjoyin’ bein’ my dirty little slut ain’t ya?"

His own cock twitched at the words as Whiskey continued to mutter as his climax neared. After a few more thrusts, Whiskey pulled back just enough to let Jack breathe, as he let out a strangled noise spilling his seed into Jack's mouth and throat. As rope after rope of thick white seed flooded his mouth, all Jack could do was swallow every last drop as Whiskey felt his head firmly in place.

Finally, Whiskey loosened the grip on Jack's hair, letting his hand fall away, and Jack let the softening cock out of his mouth with a wet pop. Wiping drool and cum away from his lips with the back of his hand Jack looked up at Whiskey. The older man looked down at him, reaching out and softly, almost tenderly stroking Jack’s face.

“Not bad.” He panted, pulling Jack up off his knees. “Not bad at all. But we can do better. Let's get those off ya.”

Looking down at his damp boxers, Jack nodded, pulling them off and kicking them away as Whiskey began stripping himself of his jeans and boots. Once they were both naked, Whiskey ran a hand over Jack's chest, tracing his fingers down his stomach to his hips before reaching down and gripping Jack’s aching cock firmly.

“Very nice.” Whiskey murmured, gently pumping Jack a couple of times. Jack hissed, jerking his hips forwards and earning a low chuckle from the older man. “I wanna see ya cum. Ya wanna do that for me, Jack? Huh? Ya wanna cum while I watch?”

“Fuck yeah.” Jack moaned, still lazily thrusting into Whiskey’s grip. “You gonna fuck me?”

“Not just yet.” Whiskey laughed, motioning down to his now flaccid cock. “Let’s see how ya feel after I’m done with ya.”

“Done with me?” Jack raised his eyebrows but allowed himself to be maneuvered onto the bed, letting Whiskey lay him down on his back.

“Yeah.” Whiskey cooed at Jack as he retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand. “Let’s have some fun. There’s more to sex than just fuckin’ and suckin’.”

From the bed, Jack watched as Whiskey squeezed out a healthy dollop of lube onto the middle finger of his right hand before rubbing down the digit, warming the lube, and thoroughly coating the finger. With the other hand, Whiskey pushed Jack down until he was lying flat on the bed.

“Hold ya knees up.” It was a command, not a request, and Jack found himself obeying. Putting his hands behind each of his knees, Jack lifted his legs until his knees almost touched his shoulders, folding himself in two and baring his hole for Whiskey.

Wasting no time, Whiskey circled Jack’s entrance with his prepared finger, causing Jack to bite his lip to stifle a moan. Then, slowly and ever so gently, Whiskey pushed in, pausing momentarily to let Jack adjust before beginning to pump the finger in and out.

Jack shivered and panted as Whiskey soon began to increase the pace. At first, starting slowly, almost lazily, before pushing deeper and faster. A second finger soon joined the first, causing Jack to see stars as his thighs trembled and his cock throbbed in time with Whiskey's unrelenting pace.

"What a perfect fuckin' pussy." Whiskey mused, caressing Jack's balls as he scissored his fingers inside Jack's tight ass. Jack could feel his heart pounding and the blood buzzing in his ears.

"F-fuck, 'm gonna, shit, g-gonna, ‘m close..."

"Easy, son." Whiskey stilled his fingers, letting Jack catch his breath and allowing the waves of Jack's approaching climax to fade. "I wanna watch this show a little longer. Not just yet. Ya can cum when I say so." 

"Fuck, please." Jack whined, digging his fingers into his own legs. He could feel the trickle of precum making its way down his side from his cock. With every other thrust of Whiskey's fingers, his swollen dick was sending out small spurts, landing on his stomach before traveling down his ribs onto the sheets below him.

"But ya doin' so well, Jack." Whiskey teased, his eyes raking over Jack's glistening naked body wantonly. "Don't ya wanna last a little longer?

Jack simply whimpered, shaking his head. He really wasn’t sure he could. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this, and his head was swimming in arousal while his cock pulsed on his stomach.

"All right, baby. One more finger, then ya can cum." Whiskey playfully tugged on Jack's balls, sending spikes of pleasure shooting through him. “Ya can do that, right?”

"One... more..." Jack panted out, craning his head up to look at Whiskey. The older man nodded and smiled, seemingly satisfied, before returning to his previous lazy pace.

“Perfect.” Whiskey purred, adding more lube and pushing the final finger deep into Jack, filling and stretching his ass before pausing and locking eyes with Jack. “Ya ready for the big finish?”

“Y-yes.” Jack stammered out.

“Good.” Whiskey shifted on the bed, pressing all three fingers deeper into Jack. Letting go of Jack’s balls, the older man placed his other hand on Jack’s right leg, pushing it further back and steadying himself on it. “I’m not gonna go easy, but I know you can take it an’ I guarantee ya gonna enjoy it.”

Jack didn’t have a chance to respond before Whiskey began plumping his fingers into Jack at a brutal pace. Jack could feel his cock smacking against his stomach as it bounced with every thrust. The room was filled with the lewd wet noises of Jack’s ass, the soft slapping noise of flesh on flesh, and Jack’s increasingly loud moans. 

Already close to the edge, it didn't take long for Jack to reach his finish. Arching his back, he let out a choked "Fuck" as he shot ropes of thick release over himself, his vision going white as the ripples of pleasure undid him. As his orgasm ebbed away, he could feel Whiskey slow and then eventually halt his fingers.

“Let’s see just how much ya can take, huh?”

“W-what?” Jack could barely see, let alone speak, as he looked up at the other man, peering over his knee, past his softening cock. 

Whiskey smiled, his fingers still buried in Jack’s hole. Then, to Jack’s astonishment, he began to move them again. Gently pumping into Jack’s tender ass. Jack couldn’t stop himself from squirming. With his arousal gone, the sensation wasn’t exactly pleasant anymore. His ass felt stretched and sore, and the fingers, even covered in lube, stung.

“Ya want me to stop?” Whiskey leaned up and over Jack, keeping up his slowly rhythmic pace. 

“Hurts.” Jack frowned, shaking his head. 

“All right.” Whiskey looked downright disappointed but slowly withdrew his fingers and helped Jack to lower his shaking legs. “Shame, though. Reckon ya could take a whole hand.”

“‘M not sure. I-” Jack was still struggling to find words, his eyes following Whiskey as the older man stood up and headed for the bathroom.

“Sure ya can. But I won’t force ya.” Whiskey returned with a towel, wiping his fingers before throwing it onto the bed. Jack reached for the fluffy white fabric, but Whiskey caught his hands. “I’ll clean ya, honey. Let me have a little taste.”

Locking eyes with Jack Whiskey began to slowly and methodically lick the cum from his body. At first, starting with his stomach with gentle kitten licks, lapping up the sticky pearlescent seed, humming as he savored each drop. Then Whiskey kissed his way up to Jack’s chest, tracing circles around his hardened nipples until Jack was somewhat clean. Straightening up, Whiskey beamed at Jack before tenderly wiping him down with the towel.

“Well, I don’t know about y’self, but I’m near about ready to pass out.” Whiskey motioned for Jack to move so he could pull the bed sheet down. “Come on, gorgeous. Why don’t we get some shut-eye an’ continue this in th’ mornin’?”

“Won’t get no argument from me.” Jack’s limbs felt heavy as he climbed into bed next to the older man. 

Settling down, Jack was surprised when Whiskey pulled him into an almost affectionate embrace. Tucked against Whiskey’s frame, Jack could feel the other man’s breathing start to slow as he quickly drifted off. Good, he could get started with his plan now. Once he was sure Whiskey was fast asleep, he could search the room for clues to see who the hell Whiskey really was. All he had to do was stay awake…

/////

Jack came to consciousness with a start. His eyes flying open, and quickly darting around the unfamiliar room until memories of last night started to filter in. He’d see that man again and come to his hotel room and… fuck. 

Glancing to his right, Jack could see the man, Whiskey, still sleeping, his mouth slightly open. A peek under the covers confirmed what his memories were telling him. They were both still nude, the small patches of dried cum in his chest hair all the evidence from their relations the night before. Whiskey was lying on his back, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath as his morning wood stood proudly beneath the sheets.

Jack’s cock twitched with interest as he took in the details of the other man’s erection. The veins, the way the head peeked out of the foreskin, how low his ball sat, making them look full and heavy. Jack allowed himself a couple of quick tugs of his own hardening length before gingerly climbing out of bed. He’d come up here for a reason, and he wasn’t going to get a second chance.

Briefly looking back at Whiskey’s sleeping form Jack started to slowly and methodically search the room. He started with the nightstand, carefully opening each drawer, but there was nothing. Just the standard Bible, a pamphlet about tourist attractions, and a comb. 

Frowning, Jack headed over to the set of drawers, but there were only clothes. They were nice, well-made clothes, and in some cases, Jack was sure hand tailored. No clues about who Whiskey worked for, but it did tell Jack the guy had money. That was something, at least. 

Surveying the rest of the hotel room, Jack was at a loss. There were no more places for things to be hiding. No room safe and no bathroom cabinet. A quick glance behind the two ugly ass paintings on the wall yielded more nothing.

Returning to the bed, Jack knew there was only one more place to check; under the bed itself. He had yet to find Whiskey’s suitcase, and there was nowhere else in the room it could possibly be.

Jack was just about to couch down, his hard cock throbbing, demanding his attention, when Whiskey let out a small sigh. Jack froze. After a few seconds, there was another sigh, then a groan before, to Jack’s dismay, Whiskey cracked one eye open.

“Mornin’ handsome.” The older man croaked out, smiling. “Ya goin’ somewhere?”

“Was just on my way back to wake you.” Jack lied, crawling onto the bed and pulling back the sheet to reveal Whiskey’s nude body. “Looks like we both woke up with more fun in mind.”

Reaching over to playfully stroke Jack’s cock, Whiskey caressed the shaft before giving Jack a cheeky wink. “Oh, I have all kinds of fun in mind for ya, son. But let's start with somethin’ simple like ya ridin’ this. Ya know how to ride, don’t ya?”

“What kind of good Texas boy would I be if I didn’t?” Jack chuckled, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and moving to straddle Whiskey. 

A couple of drops on Whiskey’s dick was all it took before Jack positioned himself, holding the older man’s thick cock at his entrance. Whiskey’s eyes met his, and Jack slowly sank down onto the cock, holding back moans as Whiskey filled him.

“Ya feel so fuckin’ good. That perfect pussy feels so fuckin’ good squeezin’ my cock.” Whiskey praised as Jack began to move. 

Jack started slowly, gently bouncing on Whiskey’s cock, his own bobbing softly between them. Whiskey’s hands held Jack’s hips, his fingers caressing his skin while Whiskey’s eyes drifted down to watch his cock disappear into Jack’s warm body. 

As his own heady arousal grew, Jack began to pick up the pace, rolling his hips as he worked his thigh muscles riding Whiskey. The feeling of Whiskey’s thick cock filling him, stretching him, made Jack feel drunk all over again. As the sounds of morning drifted through the closed window, cars in the street, and people chatting, the room around them filled with the obscene sounds of flesh smacking and loud unabashed moans.

Once more, Jack quicked his pace, desperately bouncing, letting Whiskey’s length hit that sweet spot with each plunge back down onto his cock. Whiskey growled, digging his fingers into Jack’s hips and pulling them down harder onto him.

“Gonna fill ya up.” He grunted, reaching up to his own nipple to tweak it as his eyes shifted to Jack’s weeping red cock. “Gonna take all my cum, boy.”

“Fuckin’ breed me.” Jack found himself pleading as he reached forward to take hold of Whiskey’s nipples, pulling them taut as the older man bucked up into him. 

Both men were now chasing their climax, the rhythm of their thrust becoming more frantic and erratic. The coiling heat in Jack’s stomach grew with every push of Whiskey’s cock against his prostate. Finally, with a cry and one last thrust, Whiskey came, his back arching and his fingers gripping Jack, pulling him down into his cock. Jack could feel the other man’s cum flooding him, painting his insides, and he clenched down, determined to milk every drop Whiskey had to give.

“My turn.” Jack panted out, grinning, but in a flash, Whiskey held him still with one hand, his firm grip on Jack’s hips pinning him on his length. With the other hand, Whiskey reached down and gripped the base of Jack’s pulsing cock, stemming his orgasm at the source.

“Fuck!” Jack trembled as his body desperately sought its release. “Why?”

“I wanna see what ya can really take.” Whiskey’s voice rumbled in a low growl. “Whaddya say, Jack? Ready for that fist?”

“What? Fuck.” Jack could feel the tightly coiled spring inside him slacken, his climax lost. “Fuck it, ok. Let’s try.”

Whiskey flashed a grin at Jack and climbed out of the bed, heading straight for the bathroom. As Jack positioned himself on the bed on all fours, we could hear the tap running with Whiskey, no doubt washing his hands in preparation. A few minutes later, he returned with a fresh bath towel which he placed between Jack's spread thighs.

"We don't really have the right lube to do this too deep." Jack heard Whiskey muse behind him. "But I just wanna see if I can get all four fingers an' my thumb in. Not really fistin' per se, just stretch ya a little."

"Uh, ok." Jack tried to relax, leaning his head down on the bed. "Will it, you know, hurt?"

"Shouldn't do." Whiskey slid three fingers into Jack's already gaping hole. "If it does ya need to tell me. Means 'm doin' somethin' wrong. Try to stay as still as possible for me."

"Ok." Jack let out a long breath as Whiskey applied liberal amounts of lube before easing in the fourth finger. Jack bit back a moan bordering on a wail as his hole stretched around Whiskey's fingers.

"Good boy." Whiskey purred, giving Jack's needy cock a few pumps to keep him hard. "Ya lookin' so good stretched out like this. We could make this a regular thing between us. Put in the time needed to properly fist ya."

Jack couldn't answer. His cheeks were burning red, and sweat was already beginning to drip from his forehead as he felt himself pushing back against Whiskey's hand. Rocking his hips, Jack pushed Whiskey’s fingers deep, making the older man chuckle.

“Ya like it then?”

“Fuck yeah.” Jack gasped out. Just the thought of doing this again was almost enough to make him cum. The image of Whiskey fucking him until his ass was sloppy with cum, then fisting him elbow-deep was all it took for Jack to let out another low groan, pushing his ass back toward Whiskey.

“All right, son.” Whiskey coached. “Time for the thumb. Just gonna tuck it in to stretch that pretty pussy then I’ll jack ya off.”

Jack heard the familiar sound of lube squelching out the tube as the fingers inside him were rotated to coat his hole in the sticky liquid. He could only imagine what he looked like right now, doggy style on a bed, his ass stretched and stuffed with fingers and cum. 

As he felt the thumb get tucked inside, Jack let out a whine as Whiskey’s fingers, in a pincer position, eased into him up to the broadest part of the older man’s hand. Jack felt helpless, but in a good way, he couldn't explain, as his body shuddered and spasmed. 

Jack's head buzzed with static as Whiskey took hold of his cock and began stroking him, almost milking him. The rhymic pumps of his cock adding to the waves coming from his ass as Whiskey's fingers massaged him closer to his release. Pleasure rippled through Jack as the two forms of stimulus began to collide.

Then like a dam bursting, Jack's vision went white as powerful shockwaves punched through his body. Everything part of him was dancing in ecstasy as his climax flowed over him. Time seemed to slow as Whiskey continued to pump the remainder of his seed onto the towel beneath him before releasing his tender cock and gently removing his fingers.

"Easy, Jack." Whiskey helped him roll onto his back, Jack's limbs trembling as he collapsed onto his back.

Picking up the towel, Whiskey cleaned his hand and delicately wiped Jack’s exposed, open hole. Heading to the bathroom again, Jack could hear Whiskey again cleaning up as his vision slowly started to return to him, and the aftershocks lessened. After a few minutes, Whiskey returned, sitting on the bed next to Jack, carefully wiping him down with a washcloth. 

“I gotta say, Jack, this ain’t how I saw ya assessment goin’” Whiskey let out a deep chuckle. “But I’m impressed. Ya took everythin’ I threw at ya. An’ ya were committed to ya mission.”

“My mission?” Jack blinked up at him, still struggling to catch his breath. 

“Ya came up here to seduce me so ya could figure out who I was.” Whiskey eyed Jack with a knowing look. “Ya bided ya time until I was sleepin’, then searched my room. Good job.”

“I-”

“Relax, son.” Whiskey gently stroked one of Jack’s still-shaking legs. “Like I said, I’m impressed. But now it’s time to get down to business. Tell me, Jack, whaddya know about Statesman?”

[kathrahender]

Hi, again! This ask is just for fun.....

Top 5 (or top 3) Favorite female characters :

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Top 5 Favorite media :

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Hi!!! It would be my pleasure to answer your ask <3

Top 5 (or top 3) Favorite female characters: Lucy Heartfilia, Karai, Alina Starkov, Thea Queen, Kira Yukimura.

Top 5 (or top 3) Favorite male characters: Eza Bridger, Jack Frost, Optimus Prime, Daniel Larusso, David Nolan.

Top 5 Favorite media: Transformers, Cobra Kai, Pacific Rim, Top Gun, Fairy Tail.

Media you are currently enjoying: Transformers Prime & Earthspark.

Media that exceeded all your expectations: Trollhunters.

Top 3 unpopular media you really love: Gakuen Heaven, Dance With Devils, Natsume Yūjin-Chō.

Favorite romance: Gakuen Heaven.

Favorite action: The Maze Runner.

Favorite fantasy: Fairy Tail.

Favorite sci -fi:  Star Trek: Alternate Original Series & Pacific Rim.

Favorite drama: Karate Kid.

Favorite comedy: Glee.

Top 3 Favorite movies: Transformers One, X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) & Pacific Rim.

Next in your watch list: Transformers 2007.

Next in your read list: All For The Game.

Top 3 Favorite antagonists: Megatron, Voldemort, The Darkling.

Top 5 (or top 3) favorite ships: MegOp, Starbee, Icemav, Eobarry, Captain Charming.

[prolix-yuy]

Cognitive Dissonance

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x F!Reader "Sugar"

Summary: It's only a bachelorette party. You only have to pretend you're happy, that your life isn't a fake smile and a rocky engagement. It's only Westworld, after all, where you can be whoever you want for a few short hours. And the charming cowboy Jack Daniels is only a host. Isn't he?

Series Word Count: 23.7k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), some light D/s themes, Jack needs his own warning because his mouth is a weapon, slight dubcon if you squint and think hard about it, major infidelity themes, some liberties taken with how Westworld works.

Original commissioned artwork by @miranhas-art. If you are interested in working with the amazingly talented Mari, please head to her Tumblr page or check out if her commissions are open. While this art depicts the reader in a finite way, the character is written without descriptions of physical attributes. You are the reader, the reader is you, and this is one possible version of that for me.

Notes: Welcome to my Westworld Whiskey story! After ages of teasing this concept, I am finally releasing it. This takes place in Season 1, around Episode 6: The Adversary. I'm taking some liberties with how Westworld works, but we should all have a good time because of it.

There are major themes and acts of infidelity in this work, so if this isn’t your cup of tea scroll along friend!

Warnings are marked at the beginning of each chapter.

Chapter 1: Never Realized I’d Been Here Before

Chapter 2: But Then I Saw Her

Chapter 3: On My Darkest Day She Helped Me

Chapter 4: Perhaps This Life Was Not My True Life

Chapter 5: This World Was Not My True Home

Chapter 6: But She Was

Chapter 7: Take My Heart When You Go

Chapter 8: Take Mine In Its Place

Cross-posted on AO3

Chapter titles are taken from Akecheta's monologue in Season 2, Episode 8 "Kiksuya."

Cognitive dissonance theory postulates that an underlying psychological tension is created when an individual’s behavior is inconsistent with his or her thoughts and beliefs. This underlying tension then motivates an individual to make an attitude change that would produce consistency between thoughts and behaviors.

The story continues in Decoherence

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[anonslash]

I’m writing headcanons for male slasher fans! Rules under the cut, if you’re interested. Requests are closed currently.

Characters I write for:

Jason Voorhees

ALL characters from the first outlast + whistleblower (besides Dennis and Frank)

Most male DBD killers (just ask for clarification. Just got back into dbd recently so I’m not up to date on the newer ones)

Michael Myers

Bubba Sawyer

Drayton Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher (separate or poly)

Randy Meeks

Tiffany Valentine

Amanda Young

Asa Emory

Brahms Heelshire

Leslie Vernon

The Man (Hush)

John Kramer

Chucky

Norman Bates

Billy Lenz

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Jack Torrance

Some survivors / final boys (selective)

Rules:

I don’t do nsfw

I only write male readers (if it’s slasher x slasher, then it depends on the ship)

Any request that makes me uncomfortable I will decline, if I feel unable to write for it at the time then I will shelve it and possibly write it later.

I hyperfixate a lot, so please be patient if I end up focusing on another fandom for a while.

you know the drill, lgbtq+phobes, maps, racists, true crime fandom, dni. Also!! Noticed a surge of women/fem aligned people interacting with my content on this blog and I’d rather not put “fem aligned people dni”. If I catch you interacting with my posts on this blog you’re getting blocked.

I won’t write for House of Wax, Reanimator, or any of the other movies that I haven’t seen yet.

Feel free to request poly ships! They’re a lot of fun to write!

Whitelist

I have some characters that I want to write more than others, or sometimes I’ll hyperfixate on a certain one, so requests including whitelist characters may have more or be written faster.

Randy Meeks

Poly! Stu and Billy

Dead by Daylight’s original killers (again, not familiar with all of them yet but I’m working on it)

Outlast!!

[horrorslashergirl]

💀~Introduction~💀

18+ BLOG- My writing is not advised for the underage ones, so approach carefully.

Welcome to a whole new world of Erotica/Romance Horror where our Kryptonite are Big Slasher Men who could maim us and that we love so much.

Horror movie and serial killer/crime documentary enthusiast with a steak for the dark and the obscene.

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~My Novels~

The Asylum - Monster Erotica (Diabolik Lovers Series)

Next Door Stalker - The Neighbour

Primal Instinct: A Stockholm Syndrome Love Story

Cyber Killer: Horror Erotica DARK WEB SERIES 1

Sugar, Sugar! Oh, my Daddy!~: A Sugar Daddy Erotic Thriller

Under the Alaskan Moon: A Dark Erotica about Two Souls Connecting into the Winter Wonderland

Liquor Series: Whiskey Kisses: An Erotic Lesbian Short Story

The Ouija: A Halloween Erotica Special (Diabolic Lovers Series)

Tempting Lust: Behind closed doors Series #1

Name: Bianca

Age: 25

Nationality: Romanian

Favorite Slashers: Chromeskull, The Collector, Ghostface, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Harry Warden

Favorite Horror Movies: Laid to rest, The Collector/The Collection, SAW series, Wrong Turn Series, House of 1000 corpses, Friday the 13th, Halloween, Scream

~Masterlist with Canon Slashers~

~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

~Rules for Requests~ (CLOSED AT THE MOMENT)

Who I write for:

Freddy Krueger from A nightmare on elm street

Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th

Michael Myers from Halloween

Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt/Jedidiah Sawyer from Texas the chainsaw massacre

The Collector (Asa Emory from) The Collector movies

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)/Preston/Spann from Laid to Rest movies

Harry Warden from My bloody valentine

Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Stu Macher) from The Scream movies

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal the TV Show

Brahms Heelshire from The Boy movie

Norman Bates from Psycho

The Creeper from Jeepers Creeper movies

Bo Sinclair/Vincent Sinclair/Lester Sinclair from House of Wax

1986!Pennywise and The New Pennywise from IT movies

The Djinn from Wishmaster movies

The Three Killers from You’re Next 2011 movie

Mark Hoffman/Amanda Young/John Kramer/Logan Nelson from SAW movies

Pinhead from Hellraiser movies

Tiffany Valentine from Bride of Chucky

Jennifer Check from Jennifers’ Body movie

Baby Firefly/Otis B. Driftwood from House of 1000 Corpses/The Devils Reject/3 from Hell

Carrie White from Carrie movies

John from He’s out there 2018

Candyman (Daniel Robitaille) from Candyman movie

Victor Crowley from Hatchet movie series

Chucky Human Form from Childs Play

Yautja from Predator

Xenomorph from Alien

The Legion (Frank Morrison/Joey) from Dead by Daylight

The Trapper (Evan MacMillan) from Dead by Daylight

Ghostface (Jed Olsen/Danny Johnson) from Dead by Daylight

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo) from Dead by Daylight

Jacob Goodnight from See no evil movies

Jack Torrance from The Shinning

Patrick Bateman from American Psycho

The Other from Hell Fest 2018

BONUS!: I also write for my Horror/Slasher Original Characters which you can find into ~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

What I write:

I write SFW and NSFW

I do Headcanons and Reader Inserts

I write Male x Female, but also Male x Male or Female x Female

I can write Threesomes like Male x Female x Male, Male x Male x Male etc.

I can also do something like Slasher x Slasher.

I can do all sorts of stuff like BDSM, Gorish, Non-Con.

When it comes to sexual NSFW all characters must be 18+, no underage.

What I don’t write:

I won’t do Pedophilia stories. Just NO.

Incest also an absolute NO.

Watersports.

What I might or not write, depending on the slasher:

Characters with disabilities/mental illness, mostly because I am not very familiar with them and I don't want to trigger/insult someone that might have them.

Characters with children, mostly because some characters I cannot picture as parents.

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[jonah-aesthetic]

That One Pt.1 I Jonah Marais  

Jonah Marais X Reader / Ivette X Daniel Seavey 

Plot: Since high school Jonah had a thing for y/n but never thought it was time for them. Now in college after a failed dare Jonah can’t help but throw himself into her life.

Word count: 6.4K

Author’s Note: This is nowhere near to finish so I’ve decided put them into parts. It’s has a lot of best friend content. A few POC characters, links to photos, and not much Jonah as I wanted there to be. 

Rating: 16+ 

Part 2

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The city was bursting with life and colour outside your favourite coffee shop. Vehicles slowly worked through the downtown traffic, many people weaved through the crowed sidewalks. The smell of coffee beans and baked goods was one of your calming scents, like honey or lavender. 

Turning your head. The tall barista clad in a black shirt and a green apron made hos way to you. Holding your iced coffee and cookie in his hands, it was almost like you had a six sense for the beverage. You could feel the happiness start to spread to from your veins as if you could already taste it. You easy got bored on tastes if consumes often enough, but you know you could never get bored of this beverage. 

“One Iced coffee, and a gingerbread cookie.” The barista’s soft brown eyes reached yours as he set both items on the table. “Thank you,” you said clutching both forms of happiness in my grasp. “Can I get you anything?” His question towards your Hispanic best friend sitting across from you. Ivette politely shook her head. “No, one coffee was enough for me. Thank you.” At her response I started at my third coffee. 

“No problem, just give me a shout if you want another one.” you didn’t dare look at him, but you knew his eyes were on you as he said those words. “Don’t worry, she will. This one is a coffee whore.” the words were a playful attack. 

“Ivette!” you warned, 

“Those ones are a good flavour, aren’t they?” The barista, Trey as you read from his black name tag. Says before walking away.you threw a glare at her, “You know I’m studying for the up coming finals. asshole!” 

“Oh come on! It was the perfect time to tease your tense ass. You’ve had that nose of yours in that text book all week end.” She shrugs her shoulders like she did you a favour. 

“I know you don’t understand with that hefty trust fund of yours. But I can’t fail this, my entire future depends on it.” your voice soft when you explained it to her. 

Her dark eyes shifted from yours to the table, her features softening. Silence washed over her bright laughable personality and you could felt the guilt rise. “I-I’m-you could always ask for financial help, we’ve been friends since Kinder.” Her voice softer now, she knew your dad always struggled with his work for years now. Yet sometimes she forgot, it was easy for her. 

“I don’t wan’t to feel like a burden and you to feel like I’m only friends with you because of your family name.” 

“why would I? especially when you’ve only asked for iced coffee and you always paid me back. Not to mention you still wear that apple watch I got you three years ago.” Glancing down at the smart watch circling your left wrist with a clean white band. She was right, Ivette just got you the newest version on your last birthday. 

“This one holds valuable memories, like a relic.” 

Ivette laughs “I’m sure it does, dork.” 

Before you could say something you caught her eyes flick to something behind you. With a small twinkle in her eyes and a twitched of her lips you knew it was rather a somebody. “predator coming this way.” was all she whispered. 

His Cologne wafted over you as you sense a masculine presence loom over you. almost Alpha male like, straight out of a fucking wattpad book you read last night. Finally looking up, your breath caught in your throat. You knew the male who was already staring down at you, a wolfish grin set to you like you were his next prey, his next target. 

“Jonah” You acknowledged him, 

“Y/N? Is it?” his voice deep as he slides in next to Ivette, letting out a yelp as he pushed her with his hip aside. Folded hands setting on the table top, fingers decorated with a couple rings. A leather jacket cover his squared shoulders, silk button down underneath. one or two buttons undone, caramel chest exposed. Bright determined green eyes locked on you, light brown curls framed his face perfectly. 

“We have classes together.” The comment monotone. 

“Right how could I forget.” The smile sly, 

“You asked Marais, now continue.” Not a change in your tone as you stared back at him. Ivette choked out a cough and Jonah sent her an un-pleased glance. 

“Anyways, my boys put a bet down.” His eyes switched behind you, following his gaze you say all four of them watching intensely. Sipping coffee as if this was their only entertainment. 

“Not surprised.” you murmured under your breath, taking a sipping out of your coffee. Most of the sugar and cream washed out the original bitter taste of it. It was definitely an addiction, one you weren’t getting rid of soon as it calmed your nerves in the presence of him. 

“For your number. a little immature if I do say so myself.” This one knew how to play his games, you’ll give me that. But you weren’t naive, never had been. 

“No, thanks for the offer.” You voice condescending towards him. His expression slightly less predatory, You were getting to him.

“Interesting.” His eyes searching for any faltered emotion, 

“The only thing that’s interesting is that you think you’re worth my time.” His wolfish smirk faltered, shock showed with surprised eyebrows. 

“You don’t think I am?” His voice didn’t change. 

“The only reason you interrupted us was because your little boys over there, dared you to get my number. But Knowing your reputation, that’s a waste of my time. Now will you excuse us we should be heading back.” Your voice sharp as you jabbed at him with each word. 

“Damn your bite is brutal.”  Jonah was amazed at the dish you served him. 

“Only to the ones who deserve it.” 

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” He winked , watching him get up you spoke again. “Oh and tell Jack I want his number.” You didn’t want it but you knew that would get under his skin. he only answered his a vicious glare and a growl. 

Your eyes flicked back to Ivette, a proud smile upon her red lips. “That’s my girl, but dang that one is hot as hell. I would’ve caved, even if it’s just a quick fuck.” You laughed, she wasn’t entirely wrong.

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Your focus set on the lecture in front of you, taking in all the information your professor was giving you. Tapping in notes on your beloved laptop, another gift from Ivette. Another one you had tried giving back multiple times, yet she had avoid you like the damn plague. Only making you fall into current and take yet another generous gift  

Advanced English was one of your top classes, you’d let yourself lack every now and again. Not for too long but a big enough break to let yourself relax and light a candle. 

The creaking sound boomed through the room as someone pushed open the door. Mr. Delton was use to the average late comer, not giving his attention as he taught the lecture in depth details on the subject at hand. 

focus. focus.

Yet your eye caught a glimpse of milk chocolate curls, bouncing as he half jogged up the steps, light shift inside them making them lighter. He held his jet black mac book and an English text book in his arm. Wearing a white t-shirt rolled up at the sleeves a few inches. Revealing all the ink that scattered across his skin. Black jeans and browning converse at his feet. He was perfect save the acceptation of a purple bruise blossoming on his cheek right below his eye. And a red split through his bottom lip, Both going to get worse as the week continued. 

Bruises that hadn’t been before. 

Staring for a little too long he felt your prying eyes, his wolfish green eyes connected with yours. a flash of a smirk, you swore you saw him tear his cut before you forced your attention back on Mr. Delton. 

You heard his every step from behind you, coming closer and closer. Now right behind you, hearing him take a seat. Dread entered your blood stream and you wished your heart to stop thumbing so fucking loud. Feeling embarrassed as if the student next to you could hear it. 

a small hum from your phone arouse, you debated on it. The hovering presence of Jonah lurked stronger, yet you still fished it out. 

Trey:Hey! was wondering if you wanted to get coffee after class?

Trey the barista from the cafe, the image of him popped into your mind. Dark chestnut skin, a beautiful contrast against your own skin tone. Mahogany coils framed his face, chocolate brown eyes. And those god blessed features. 

You remembered how abruptly he stopped you as you and Ivette started for the exit. Giggling as he walked straight into a table and shattered a coffee mug in the process. He asked for your number, with a pink blush upon his cheeks. Genuinely surprised at the offer you gave it too him while you gave Jonah a glance. Green eyes threatening. 

“The barista boy?” his breath fanning against your neck, making goosebumps rises and a shiver run down your spine. You’ve forgotten about that one with the slight distraction of Trey. Your phone slipped from your finger tips as you let out a loud yelp. Mr. Delton halts his lecture and the thud of your phone echos through the entire lecture hall. 

Embarrassment flows through you again, sinking into your chair as every single person glares down at you. Swallowing hard as you felt your throat began to tighten. You knew you looked like a deer in headlight. 

“She’s not feeling good, I told you to stay in your dorm today, Babe.” His voice loud enough for others to pry in. Bound to talk about you and Jonah later on, torturous gossip. you could already here it. You’d bite back and decline his words if you weren’t for this unfortunate situation. 

Jumping over the chairs he helps you gather your things ushering you out. Everything in his arms both your belongings and his. You were beyond grateful that lecture was the reaching the end. As soon as the heavy door clicked your spun towards him, “What. The. Fuck!” Anger rippled from you in waves. 

“What no thank you Jonah for saving me from embarrassment?” His tone mocking towards you, God! you swore you could slap that dumb smirking of his fucking face. Adding to his bruising face, he deserved it. 

“You are so infuriating!” You yell, feeling it vibrate harshly against your throat. 

“What can I say. I like playing with my food.” Fuck those green eyes. Fuck that stupid smirk. 

“Fuck you!” was all you managed to say as if you could feel the stream burning off you. whirling away from him you continued down the wide hall of the university. If you stared at his taunting expression any longer you’d hit him. 

“Come on! I’m not that bad.” Fake pouting like a child. Remembering he had a hold on your notes. You sighed whirling back around, heading back for him. Glaring Jonah down as you dragged the fire behind you, not a flicker in his demeanour. You swore his smirk grew as if he found amusement in your anger. 

“You are, not to mention you put a target on my back. So thanks.” You say with a humorous smile on your lips. head slightly tilting as he furrowed his eyebrows, perplexed. You rolled your eyes at him, “You called me ‘babe’ as if we’re together..” you mimicking the motion of puking your breakfast out. He shook his head and chuckles. “..And if you haven’t notice you’re Jonah Marais, girls fall at your feet. Now they’re be slicing my head off.” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Yet you don’t” His eyes trailing from you head to toe trying to read your body language. The anger stopped abruptly as if his words were like a bucket of water. 

“You’re hot..” His green eyes darken at the confession, his teeth biting his bottom lip. “.. but you treat girls like conquests and you just a waste of my time, Jonah.”  Dark green becoming dull green, He watched as you reached from your laptop, supplies, and phone. Letting them slip from his grip as they fall into yours. 

“If that’s what you think,” Were wrong about him? Or was he trying to bait you? Honesty with the genuine expression you didn’t know what you believed now. 

“Bye, Jonah.” You say softly before leaving him there,

“I’ll see you around, babe.” Taunting again,

“Fuck you.”  You raise your left are and flip him off, 

“Only if you want too.” You roll your eyes at his response. 

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With the pass few days your mind was drowning in piles of work. Still studying for those finals, they were coming faster then you had the time for. You were comfortable with the the amount of information cramped inside. Yet you still felt the need to be confident with the facts, as if you could teach the damn course yourself. There was no time for mistakes, not now.  

Jonah Marais 

There you were in the quad, sitting at a table far from everyone else. textbooks and random pages with notes on them splayed over the top. Not an inch on blue table insight. Phone on air plane mode as you listened to your trusted early 2000s playlist. vaguely bopping your head to the beat of the songs, mouthing the words, your foot tapping the cement. 

Jack nudged Jonah with a tatted elbow, head whipped down to him. a noticeable scowl written on his face, not too happy to have his thought wonder from you. “What do you think shes listening to?” Words catching in his throat as he coughed “Who are you talking about?” 

“The girl you’ve been staring at for the last ten minutes, I’m kinda shocked she hasn't felt you stalking her.” Jack’s brown eyes gleamed honey in the sunlight, a joking smirk upon his lips as he watched Jonah stutter, “I-I wasn’t.” He tried sounding convincing, but the taunting look on his best friend’s face told him otherwise. 

“I’ve never seen a girl get under his skin the way Y/L/N does,” Daniel pipes in taking a seat in the grass with his beloved guitar. 

“I’ve never seen him get humiliated like that. Was a treat watching you get rejected in a cafe.” Little Zach chimed in, cackling like a hyena. 

“Enough!” Jonah barked out, turning a few prying eyes.

“Awe is Jonah getting mad that we’re teasing him about the girl he’s been pining after of years? Poor thing.” Corbyn’s voice is very condescending towards him. Sending All the guys into a full blown laughing fit. Jonah only glared at his band mates, of course they knew about y/n. The only girl who has never fell at his feet.

They went to high school together, never colliding groups through the years. Back then Jonah had every girl he wanted. Until one day in junior year he saw her, Actually saw her. At the time he didn’t know your name, she wasn’t one who cheered at band gigs. Wasn’t one to catch him in the halls and ask if he had any plans for the night. Jonah would remember a face like that, trust me. 

He admired you through the art room’s door, open ajar. An old paint brush in your hand, chipping black paint on the handle of it, years of use wearing down on it. A palette of colours resting in your other as your focus was deeply upon the canvas. A lion roaring with immense detail laid upon it. Anyone looking at it could tell that lion wasn’t roaring out of fear or grief, but pride. The roar of the king, he was memorised by how in depth her detailing was. 

Sliding through the door like a mouse, his attention went to the board. Spirit animal was written for this weeks assignment. Jonah was intrigued by you and your spirit animal. You had to think of yourself as a lion for a reason and he wanted to find it.That lion. 

Glancing towards you he drank you in, from your soft hair to your wore in vans. Lost in the painting, you never felt his hovering presence. Taking a step towards you he halting, this wasn’t the time for her. he could feel himself saying deep down. She’s a lion, you’re not ready for her not yet. With that he slipped back out into the hallway. 

He started noticing her more as if she was a ghost before spotting the lion. Never talking to her but watching from afar. 

“Let’s rehearse, that’s what we came her for.” Jack says, Jonah felt relieved at that taking his seat in the grass. He was playing a dangerous game with his heart. Jonah knew that but he wanted her, but he didn't know how to make y/n his. A struggle he wasn’t familiar with, she was something else entirely. 

“Let’s start with Lotus In.” Daniel says, starting with one of their newer songs. Attention on the guitar in his lap he began, fingers dancing with strings like they belonged there. Jack took in a breath before letting the lyrics flow from his lips. 

Y/N

Jonah glanced over towards to you again, wondering when Ivette and her pack of Richies swarmed you. A ghost of a smile on your lips as you continued your conversation with her. 

“Tell me you’re coming to the party this weekend.” Ivette’s voice drowning in sugar, knowing  there was a high chance you were going to decline. “I just have a lot of things to do, like study and cram in some sleep.” You whined at her as if you were a injured puppy. 

“Come on girl! you’ve been studying your soul away.” Julie, one of Ivette’s friends spoke up. Her voice soft as silk when talking to you like you were some seven year old. you fought the urge to roll your eyes an sigh at her, all of Ivette’s more fortunate friend treated you in this manner. You never brought it up because you knew she loved the company of them. 

“There’s this dress in my closet I don’t wear anyone, it’s last season.” Julie offers, Irritating boils in your blood as you saw the pity ooze out of her like you were some charity case. 

“ I was thinking about going shopping for one instead.” The words spill out of your mouth before you could think. You didn’t have the money to splurge on a dress at the moment. But you felt the need to prove yourself to her, to prove you were one of them. One who could spent a grand or two in a day without trouble. But you Weren’t one of them. 

“I got you a gift, Actually.”  Ivette cuts through the conversation like a knife. Placing a chunky box atop the table over your textbooks and notes. You look at her seeing a knowing glint in her eyes, she knew. She knew that you struggled in her world with her parents and her friends. 

“You didn’t have to.” You say to her, 

“Stop being so modest, open it.” Julie urges you, it took everything in you to not reach over the table and smack her. Engaging in a conversation with her was like talking to a chihuahua. A Beverly Hills Chihuahua. 

A small reassurance from Ivette you began to remove the lid of the black box. Revealing crisp white tissue paper, spotting a vague green colour underneath. Picking various pieces out your eyes gazed upon a gorgeous forest green silk dress. Grasping it in your fingers you were mesmerised by it, lifting it up you saw it in all it’s glory.  

“Wow, I think I’m in love with it.” You spoke, 

“Me too, where did you get it?” Julie pipes in, gazing at the dress as if it was hers.  It was a split between casual and formal, short and body-con-like. an open back with the straps criss crossing over and tying in the front. 

“You wouldn’t of heard of it, it’s main stream.” Was all Ivette said watching you adore the dress in your hands, 

“Are you coming to the party now?” Julie’s voice still sickly sweet, 

“With a gift like this? yes absolutely.” A smirk etched onto your lips still in love with the dress. Ivette scanned Julie’s expression an noticeable sneer reaching towards you. She tried covering it with a grim smile, attempting to keep the jealousy at bay.  

“Jonah is going to love that dress.” Ivette squeals, you drop it at the mention of his name. You praised to the gods you kept your emotions in check. Wanting to play along with Ivette and her game with Julie, “I’m sure he will. It’ll match his eyes perfectly.” you chime in finally, glancing over at Julie who could no longer keep her expressions at bay. 

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Ivette began to slid the key into her door. Click. Turning the knob she opened the door revealing her generous apartment. Guiding you in, your hands holding the box that contained the dress she gifted you. A life saver against Julie and her lifestyle. 

She throw her keys on the counter and they landed on the floor with a clang. “I saw the way Julie got under your skin, you had this uncomfortable look settle in your face.” Ivette says, jumping onto her couch with an exaggerated sigh. Taking it in like she hasn’t been there in five whole days. 

“I’m-it’s just Julie talks to me like I’m some little kid, or your younger sister.” I say sitting on her wooden coffee to face her, connecting eyes she looks lost. Like you said your dog ran away. You don’t have a dog. 

“Where’s all this coming from?” Propping herself on her elbow, concern etching her features. You shrug looking away at your feet, “Forget it, um. Where did you actually get the dress?” You ask not ready to say what you wanted to, knowing Ivette she’d run to the ends of the earth for you. God knows what she’d do to Julie and Julie was her friend. 

“Okay, we’ll set it aside.Talk about it late.” Her voice soft and calming. you were grateful for her understanding, she never pushed and waited till you were ready. 

Looking at her with gratitude, reaching her hand for yours she squeezed. Comforting warm pressure against your skin. Growing up with no siblings and only having Ivette as your best friend almost felt like having a sister. 

“It’s thrifted fifteen dollars,” Ivette beams, 

“Okay I’ll take it.” You say in return, 

“I know how you hate my expensive gifts. Even though I’ve been giving them for years. I love gifting them to you because you appreciate everything I give you, you even try to give them back.” Ivette lets a giggle slip past her lips, 

You hug her, arms wrapping around her neck like your life depended on it. Instantly she did the same taking you into her embrace. “I Just don’t want to feel like a burden.” You whisper into her shoulder, 

“You’re not and you’ll never be, You’re my best friend.” She hugs you tighter to her body.

“I love you Ivette.” A warm smile spreads across your lips, 

“I love you too, now lets get you into that dress before you make me cry.” Her voice strained knowing she felt the same, “Okay.” You say before both of you started giggling. 

Letting go you hopped off the couch grasping the box in your hands. “I’m really grateful for the dress.” You say looking down at her, smiles reaching your ears. 

“Stop, just stop. Go put on the dress and I’ll pick out a pair of heels.” She shushes your constant, pushing you towards her bathroom. 

The dress was gorgeous by itself, but on you it was phenomenal. Silky green fabric pooling around your upper thighs, hugging your body in all the right places.The lacing in the back was complicated but you eventually got the hang of it. Tying it in the front, at least that’s how you thought it was suppose to go. If it wasn’t it still managed to look better this way. 

Walking out of the bathroom you heard an intake of breath. “God that dress is a girls dream.” Ivette beamed at you with the brightest smile. Feeling a blush creep up your neck you spotted a pair of heels in her hand. As well as a gold necklace dangle between her finger tips. 

“I’m in love with it.” You admit with a dreamy sigh.

“Jonah will love it as well.” She teases, handing me the shoes and a few pieces of jewellery. Grasping them you sigh, “Can you just let that go, it happened almost a week ago. Plus I asked Trey to meet me at the party.”  You inform her, taking a seat on her bed and began to fasten the heels’ strap onto your ankle.

The heels were black and velvet with a chunky heel, barely having any foot coverage. Only having a thick band over your black toe nails and a strap around your ankle. You didn’t dare ask where they were from in risk of giving them back. You were working on that right now. 

“The hot barista with Delicious chocolate skin?” Ivette basically melted speaking about him, letting out a giggle you nodded. “God you’re so lucky, he’s fine as fuck.” 

“I know I saw him,” you said pride embedded in my tone, collecting the dainty butterfly necklace in my hands. Struggling to get in to clasp, a few tries before I got it. Matching dangle gold earrings, which were easy enough to not mess up. 

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Ivette’s car was wrapped in rose gold crome and was apparently a bitch to keep crisp and clean. Pulling open the passenger’s door you slid in, wasn't too long before the vehicle roar to life. Music pounding into your back with the windows rolled down. This was a party not a wedding so you both never bothered with intense makeup, leaving your hair like it was. 

“I told Julie we weren’t going cause you came down with the chicken pox.” Ivette said turning the music down, you whipped your head towards her. “You do realised we just saw her less then five hours ago right?” A laugh vibrates in your throat. 

“She fucked with my best friend, you think I’m just going to stand by? Absolutely not!”  

“She’ll be there.” I stated looking at her, raven black hair tangling in her silver hoops. A devious smirk spreads on her red lips, “Oh I know,” You shake your head and roll your eyes playfully at her. She only laughs in response. 

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The stench of alcohol, nicotine and sweat has entered your nose almost making you sneeze. Party in full swing, music so loud you swore you saw the floor boards lift up. Taking a step back you thought of hailing a cab and studying for the night. Hand grabbing your arm, you look to Ivette. “It’s time you enjoy yourself, those books aren’t going anywhere.” She speaks into your ear making sure you heard every word. You sigh in defeat she was right, you let her drag you into the night you will definitely regret.

Dragging you through sweaty an intoxicated people, mustering up apologies along the way. Reaching one colossal of a kitchen, a massive house like this was mostly definitely a fraternity house. There was always this pristine a polished look of them, but this one was familiar. One you’ve been to many times before for weekend parties. 

It belonged to Jonah’s band, they liked to call themselves Why Don’t We. As in why don’t we just start a band, you’ve heard the story many times. Ivette had an on and off relationship with their drummer Daniel Seavey.  You had nothing against him, Daniel was a rare stallion with the heart of a golden retriever. Ivette was always the one to pull away from him scared of giving her entire self to him. He was a drummer after all. 

“Babes what beverage is to your calling tonight?” Her voice soft against the shell of your ear. Glancing at the island prepared with every alcoholic drink you could think of. “Surprise me.” You respond with a soft smile on your lips, “The moment I’ve waiting for.” She teases separating from you to craft your drinks. Giving you the prefect opportunity to check if you received a text from Trey. 

You hadn’t. 

Anxiety starting to arise, where was he? 

“Where’s your boy at?” Ivette brushed into you holding that playfulness towards you. Shrugging you shoved your phone into your dainty purse, “I don’t think he’s coming.” voice crumbling, well you didn’t know for sure if he was coming or not. But it was well over an hour when you were suppose to meet. And there was not a single message from him. 

“Here mama drink up.” Ivette places a lime green cup into your hand, the colour coding for single. Tapping cups together in a cheers she counted down “1..2...10″ you rolled my eyes as Ivette skipped eight full numbers. Pulling the pink cup to her lips, taken. Which usually meant she was talking to Daniel again. She chugged the contents. 

You followed, it was bitter. Burning along your throat as you gulped every last drop of it. The percentage was most likely 60 vodka and 40 coca cola. Your alcohol tolerance wasn’t weak but it definitely wasn't strong either. Taking the cup from your lips you coughed. “How was it?” Ivette asks with hopeful puppy dog eyes. You shook your head at her, “I’m never letting you pick again.” 

“Perfect! now it’s time to dance.”

You barely had time to put the plastic cup down, before she was yanking you to the massive den. Into the heart of the party where the music was the loudest and most of the people had been. Cluttering together as if there wasn’t enough space for everyone. 

Your mindset switched as soon you had a taste of the liquor, enjoying every moment as if you did this often. Hand in hand with Ivette as you danced together, bodies close together Feeling the music flow through you as if it was in your blood. Singing the lyrics of an older 2000s song that you knew like the back of your hand. 

Jonah Marais

Music vibrated the walls almost shaking the frames off. Jonah leaned against the railing on the upper level of the house. Having full view of y/n tangled in Ivette Daniel’s girl. Sweat gleamed over her chest as red, blue, purple. yellow, and green lights flashed throughout the house. A blissful smile on her lips and hair plastering her skin. Unquestionably intoxicated by the alcohol she was given. He rarely got to see her like this and began to enjoy the sight of such a gorgeous girl. 

Feeling the presence of a feminine shadow he never took his eye off her. Pressing into him he sighed looking at her, hazel eyes sizing him up. “Hey Jo.” She purred, “Jasmine.” He greeted her in a bored tone she never detected. 

Jasmine was one of the many girls he got lost in through his time here. Jonah knew her body as if he saw it every day. He knew what pleased her and what didn’t, her save words and breaking points. But he didn’t know Jasmine not the way he wanted to know y/n. All Jonah knew was her body and he was getting bored of it. 

“You said you’d be mine for the night.” He voice seductive and slightly pleading, 

“I say a lot of things.” Tone still bored hoping to brush her off. 

“Yes you do.” She hums and begins to press her body into his, feeling every curve of her. Breasts, stomach, hips, and the pulse of her core. Didn’t take too long before her kiss reached his neck. Soft and slow thinking this would release the beast within. Hold her against the wall, bodies pressed together. Instead Jonah shivered in disgust as her hands reached for his belt teasingly. 

“Jasmine, this is a party not your sex chamber.” Daniel’s voice dripping in authority causing her pull away as if Jonah burned her. Relieve washed over him, eyes still on y/n as she grinds against Ivette. Her hands firmly holding her waist, acrylic nails embedded in the green dress. He began to wonder what that view would look like on him instead. 

“Cock block often?” Jasmine scowled at Daniel, 

“Think of it more as a rescue.” Daniel’s voice plain also bored with the girl in front of him. 

“It’s okay to be jealous.” Jasmine purrs again. Can this chick take a hint? Or do I have to form words to make her leave? 

“Not tonight, if you’ll excuse us we have some band issues to discuss.”  It was a quick excuse to get rid of her. It worked as she said a quick bye to Jonah who ignored Jasmine. Hearing her storm down the hall in her heels that clicked behind her. 

“I have no idea why you keep that one around.” Daniel sighs taking the abandoned spot beside Jonah. Elbow leaning against the banister supporting the rest of his body. “I don’t, she crawls back like a wounded deer.” Jonah replies not caring the way he talked about her. 

“Yet here you are still fucking her.” Daniel bites at him not liking the way Jonah drowned himself when things got hard. 

“On occasion.” 

“That’s even worse,”

Jonah looked at his drummer, between the twinkle in his icy blue eyes and Ivette’s blush pink cup. He knew they were talking again, she had this effect on him that no other girl did. “I have a plan and I need your help.” I devious smirk plays onto Jonah’s lips.  

Y/N

Your skin glistening with sweat, the adrenaline in your veins overlapping the pain in the core of your feet. Friction of the straps began to form open wounds, yet you didn’t notice in the bliss of the night. Smiling like an idiot as your body danced with Ivette’s, your best friend. 

“We should take a break.” Her voice strained, 

You nod, not wanting to sound like a dying cat with your sore throat. 

“Okay good, because i’m exhausted, I don’t know how you do it!” She shouts taking your hand in hers, guiding you away from the crowed bunch. 

“The alcohol seeping through my bloodstream.” Your tone in a duh manner like it was the most obvious thing in the worlds. Feeling the way the liquor took effect on your mindset, little hazy yet blissful and happy. 

“Lets get some water in you. okay?” Ivette’s voice holding concern, brushing your hair back like an older sister. “Yes mom.” you sigh sarcastically, with that both of you are off to the kitchen. 

Littering with a couple people not as much as the den. Talking and laughing, enjoying each other’s company. Making the memories they’ll have keep until they don’t want to. 

Again Ivette hands you a lime green cup, but this time the substance in side wasn’t brown. But transparent with no wrenched stench this time, water.  “Drink up, babes.” Ivette says, bringing her own pink cup to her lips. Hers contain the fizz sound of her favourite pop, Root Beer. 

“What would I do without you?” You ask feeling the adrenaline fade from your body. The feeling of complete blissful ecstasy drain to a more content happiness.

“You’d most def--” 

“Ivette.” Her name rolled off his tongue like a purr, like it was meant for his lips. Cutting or conversation quick she whirled around at the sound of his voice. Her breath shuttering at the sight of him. 

Daniel stood in from of her in all his proud glory, his blue eyes fixed on her and only her. They smiled at one another, his cupid’s bow extending. “Daniel.” She acknowledged him. Glancing at me she widened her eyes for quick second trying to keep herself together. Blue eyes shifting he tilted his head at you, “Hope you were having a good time.” 

“I was, thank you Daniel.” you say to him before finally taking a sip of your water. Cold sliding down your throat the perfect refreshment after the hour in the den.

“Always, y/n.” his voice smooth as he averts his attention back on Ivette. “Got time to spare me a dance?” Daniel extends his hand towards her, waiting for the acceptation.

 “Sorry, Daniel but I’m y/n’s ride.” Both flicked to you at the excuse she put on the table. You gave he a tight lipped smile not saying a word but you knew she got the message you wanted to get across. 

“I know that’s why I have Jonah, he’ll drive y/n when she’s ready.” Daniel threw a thumb behind him. Looking past Daniel you spotted him, Jonah leaned against the counter across the kitchen. Wolfish grin on his lips as he was sipping out of a lime green cup. It couldn’t of been Corbyn could it? No, cause that would be to much to ask for. 

Connecting eyes with Ivette, you saw pleased in the browns of her eyes. Not for you to let Daniel take her but to say you didn’t feel comfortable with Jonah. You remembered the times she was completely and utterly happy with him. Saying that he was it, he was home. He was this amazing person for her but she was fucking scared. 

You mentally apologised to her before saying anything, “She’s yours, I’ll be fine. Daniel trusts him, I trust him.” You forced the words to sound normal for his sake. Deep down you wanted to puke for saying those words, but it was for Ivette. “He’s a good person, he’ll get you home in one piece.” Daniel says before whisking your best friend from sight. 

“I’ll get you back of this.” You swore you heard Ivette seethe, nonetheless you smiled after them. Wasn’t too long before you felt his presence loom behind you. Great here we go, it was a risk worth taking at least that’s what you told yourself. 

“Hey, Babe.” 

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Hi, I’ve always wondered- why do you write Steve referring to Peter as “little guy” so frequently (instead of any other terms of endearment or just ‘Peter’)? Just curious!

Hey! Thank you so much for your ask, and for reading my fics! 💗

Steve does call Peter by his name pretty often, but his term of endearment for him is the ‘little guy’, as you’ve noticed. There’s a couple of reasons why I chose this.

One, in my eyes, Steve doesn’t use a lot of nicknames for his loved ones, preferring to stick with one or two. He calls Tony ‘sweetheart’ and the Irish ‘mo gra’ in some of my fics, which means my love. For Peter, I wanted to go with something a bit different that Tony’s ‘buddy’, and ‘son’ just seemed too… I don’t know, I just can’t picture Steve calling Peter that. Little guy is sweet without being too sugary and since Peter is pretty small, it fits him well.

Two, in The First Avenger, when Steve is chosen to join the SSR, Dr Erskine says, “Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war, maybe what we need now is the little guy.” This is an important line in that it shows his acceptance of Steve even though he’s not the traditional soldier-type. This had a big impact on Steve, as later when the two of them are having their toast in Steve’s barracks room, Steve says, “to the little guys”. At the time, Steve had no idea that the serum would transform him size-wise, so he was prepared to spend the rest of his life just doing what was right as a ‘little guy’. It’s always been my headcanon that Steve sees the same kind of strength and determination in Peter, since he’s on the smaller side too 💗

I hope this makes sense! Thank you so much for the ask! 💗

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Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Original Male Character Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1415 Chapter: 4/?

Warnings: Kissing, Butt Plugs, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Dom/sub, Public Masturbation, Human furniture (Forniphillia), Cock Rings, Oral Sex (male receiving), Ring Gags, Facial (cum on face), anal fingering, anal sex (male receiving)

Summary: Jack has a lover, a fellow Statesman agent and he’d prefer to keep that between the two of them. Shameless smut eventually. Very little plot. I’ll update the warning as the boys get up to things.

Note: This has not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. Vieux Carré is a cocktail made with rye whiskey, cognac, sweet vermouth liqueur, Bénédictine, and Peychaud’s bitters.

Part 1 / Part 3

After being Steve's footstool for only a short while, Jack was really to burst. His balls were throbbing in time with Steve gently rubbing his foot on Jack's stomach. His cock ached with a steady stream of precum pooling beneath him, and his thighs were beginning to quiver. He didn’t want this to end, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure how long he could keep it up. Sure, it was hot, but he was getting older, and his knees were already starting to protest from being knelt earlier. Shifting slightly, Jack tried to alleviate some of the stiffness in his knees and hips. The movement made his dick sway, flicking precum onto his knee and pulling a quiet moan from him. Steve must have noticed as he put down his book and smiled at Jack.

"Are you ready for your next treat?" Steve cooed as he rubbed his foot closer to Jack's nipples.

Jack nodded, muted, turning his head to watch as Steve grinned and stood up.

Pulling off his sweatpants and t-shirt, Steve made his way around Jack until he was standing in front of the senior agent. Hooking one finger under Jack’s chin, Steve lifted his face until Jack was looking up at his lover. He could only imagine what he looked like at this point. The cum from earlier was now almost dry, probably tacky to the touch, on his cheeks and stuck in his mustache.

“So pretty.” Steve muttered as he pushed his thick cock through the ring in Jack’s gag and into his waiting mouth.

Jack placed his hands on Steve’s bare thighs, feeling the heat of his skin, then trailed up and around to gently cup Steve’s ass. Steve hummed his approval as he laced his fingers into Jack’s hair before pumping his cock deep into Jack’s throat.

While Steve’s dick wasn’t quite long enough to hit the back of Jack’s throat and make him gag, the rapid pace of Steve’s thrusts had Jack’s eyes watering. Squeezing his eyes shut, Jack focused on breathing through his nose as Steve set a brutal pace. Above him, Steve moaned, throwing his head back a couple of times as he relentlessly fucked Jack’s face. He took care to never push far enough in to cause Jack to choke but never removed his cock from his lover’s mouth.

“So fucking good for me.” Steve showered Jack with praise as his balls swung against Jack’s chin. “Always so well behaved. Look at you letting me use you like this. But I think it’s time to fill that ass back up, don’t you?”

Pulling his cock out, leaving a trail of saliva from the head to Jack’s tongue, Steve let go of Jack’s hair and started to unbuckle the straps of the ring gag.

“Seems a shame to have you been so good.” Steve pulled the straps loose and gently took the gag off of Jack. “You followed my instructions with the plug to the letter, and here I am, not making full use of that beautiful ass. How about it, my gorgeous good boy? Would you like your ass filled full of cum?”

“Fuck yes, Sir!" Jack panted and glanced up at Steve as soon as the ring gag was removed.

"Alright, let's get you up off your knees, my good boy."

"You could just fuck me here." Jack winked.

"I could, but your knees and back won't thank me for it." Steve chuckled. "I love you, but you're not as young as you used to be."

Steve reached down and held his hand out for Jack, but all the senior agent could do was rock back onto his heels. Although his cock ached, Jack could only focus on Steve's words.

"You love me?"

"What? Course I do." Steve gave a lopsided smile as he pulled Jack up to his feet. " You knew that, right?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess." Jack blushed.

Steve just continued to smile as he maneuvered Jack down onto the sofa. The plush leather felt cooling against his back as Jack shifted forward until his ass was closer to the edge and he was comfortable. Lifting his legs up, he waited for Steve to return with lube before resting his heels on Steve’s shoulders.

“It’s a little cold, sorry.” Steve frowned a little as he squeezed some lube out onto his fingers. “I should have had it in here with us.”

“‘S ok.” Jack winced a little as Steve pushed a finger into his ass, followed quickly by a second. After working Jack open with a few thrusts, Steve pushed a third finger in, making Jack moan, his back arching off the couch.

“There we go.” Steve purred, removing his fingers and applying a dollop of lube to his cock. “Easy now.”

Slowly, Steve sank into Jack, as while the plug had done its job and cut down on the prep needed, Steve’s cock was still thicker than any Jack had taken before. He could feel his hole stretching with every inch of his young lover’s length. Finally, Jack could feel Steve’s pubes against his balls as the other man bottomed out, filling Jack completely.

“Good boy.” Steve continued to shower Jack with praise. “You ready? I think we’re both about ready to bust.”

“‘M ready, Sir.” Jack nodded, watching as Steve reached down, removed the cock ring, and set it on the sofa beside them.

Steve paused, waiting for Jack to catch his breath and adjust, all too aware of how close to the edge his partner was. Then with a small nod from Jack, Steve began to move. Slowly at first, dragging his cock almost all the way out before easing it back into Jack. Then he began to speed up, thrusting deeply, his hips striking against Jack’s ass as he set a brisker pace.

Jack dug his nails into the leather sofa as lewd moans fell unchecked from his lips. His own cock bounced on his stomach, leaving a wet smear as precum flowed at a near-constant rate.

“That’s it, my good boy.” Jack could hear Steve above him. “Look at you taking it. You take my cock so well, fuck, you were made for this, weren’t you?”

“Fuck!” Jack gasped as Steve pounded into him. “Y-yes, S-sir.”

“Yes, what?” Steve coached.

“I-oh shit-I was made for your cock.”

“Yes, you were.” Steve snapped his hips forward, making Jack whimper. “My. Perfect. Fucking. Boy.” Each word was punctuated by a hard, deep thrust as Steve pulled Jack closer to his climax.

“P-p-please, Sir!” Jack pleaded. “I-fuck-I need…” He trailed off, unable to speak as Steve’s pace became more frantic.

“I know.” Steve hissed, his own orgasm fast approaching. “I know, good boy. I got you.”

Pushing even deeper into Jack, Steve mercilessly pounded the older man’s hole, each thrust making Jack writhe. Jack’s cock was bouncing now with each snap of Steve’s hips, throbbing and sending tremors of arousal through Jack’s limbs and filling his head with static.

With a choked moan, Jack came, his eyes rolling back into his head. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense as his climax overtook him. His cock, twitching, spilled his release over his stomach and chest in fitful bursts in time with Steve's increasingly erratic thrusts.

Above him, Steve gripped his thighs tightly, pushing his knees closer to his chest and widening his legs as the younger man reached his peak. Pinching his eyes tightly closed, Steve came with a howl of Jack's name, and Jack could feel the young agent's cum flooding him as Steve emptied himself inside of Jack.

After a few seconds, Steve's arms began to buckle, and he slumped down onto Jack, resting his forehead on his lover’s.

"Fuck." Steve panted. "You ok, baby?"

"So fuckin' good." Jack grinned, wrapping his arms around Steve and pecking him on the lips.

"Ok, give me a second, and I'll clean us both up. You did amazing." Steve let out a huff of a laugh, still out of breath.

“So fuckin’ tired now.” Jack laughed as Steve began to sit up and ease his softening cock out of Jack’s ass. “Please tell me there’s food.”

“Of course, there’s food.” Steve chuckled, picking up the ring gag, cock ring, and lube and moving them off the couch. “I always take care of you, don’t I.”

“You sure do.” Jack smiled as he watched his lover busy himself with the important task of aftercare. “You sure do.”

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This is from another blog discussion @likos064 responses in italics and then my thoughts. The other thread was getting long and the tumblr kept timing out for me.

‘Personally, I have no interest in Mulder or Scully/Other. Regardless of whether it is before they met, during the show pre or post relationship, though I ignore any breakup because I find it redundant, even though I understand the limitations of a TV show and Drama 101. What I cannot ignore, however, are double standards when it comes to writing these Other-relationships. Generally, when its Mulder/Other, regardless of whether he and Scully are involved or not, Mulder is portrayed as the bad guy. Excepting pre-X-files, but even that might be a stretch.

Conversely when it is Scully/Other she is portrayed to be in the right, a woman who is simply being true to her desires and taking what she deserves. It doesn’t matter whether she is involved with Mulder, at the cusp or committed she is still entitled to have sex with whoever she wants. But this only applies to her. Even in fics portraying a breakup she is allowed to move on while he has to wait for her to come back, if he wants companionship. And at that point, I don’t want them together any longer.

Retrograde as mentioned above is a good example. I don’t want her anywhere near him and I find it preposterous that he is completely alone so that she can prey on him in his weakness. People can write, like and headcanon what they want. But I am disturbed by the abuse that is so often encouraged towards him. Why make her as damaging as Phoebe and Diana?’

I agree with pretty much everything you said above and perhaps that’s why the ‘break-up’ eps have bothered me, I have trouble with getting into Scully’s mind – perhaps that’s a result of male writers? And no ‘show bible?’ I am a Mulderist through and through and I try not (I might not always succeed) to ‘cut’ Scully down in order to praise Mulder.

Through the seasons I think there have been hints as to Scully wanting a relationship/family – at some point, and it’s actually hard for me to pinpoint when she really chose Mulder – although running away with him in the Truth was a pretty good statement. Jersey Devil, Revelations (her instinct with Kevin,) Home are 3 right of the top of my head. (What’s wrong with a woman who doesn’t want children?) In the back of my mind I think I could always see Scully as being the one to move on and be just another person who left Mulder.

Mulder I think does want a family, I just don’t know if he thinks he deserves it? He really is so good with children in the eps – is that due to his psychology background – maybe? He didn’t ‘bond’ with Kevin in Revelations partly I think due to the Religion aspect although he doesn’t naysay Scully when she wants to keep Kevin with them either. In Home Mulder is telling Scully a happy memory of being a kid, baseball his sister – that dialogue stood out to me as well as the remarks about the kind of home he’d like to settle down in. Cliché it is, but I think he’s was searching for the family he lost the day Samantha disappeared. Even if he hadn’t believed it was Aliens I think Mulder would have kept searching regardless.

‘You’re right she did want to be with him. However, I don’t view the desire to be the same as action though there is definitely emotional cheating on Daniel’s part. A Platonic Romance can be just as threatening to marriage as one with a sexual component. Nevertheless, the fandom interpretation takes the relationship in a direction far different from the one that Gillian intended and that’s what I thought of when you complained about Scully’s involvement with a married man.’

Hmm… I could be wrong, but I thought GA said in several interviews that she intended for it to be obvious Scully and Daniel had been lovers. Even though she knows Scully’s character is Catholic and had been brought up to respect marriage it was one of Scully’s rebellion’s? GA doesn’t have a strict religious view point, so I thought this part of AT was more GA than Scully especially since she seemed to scoff at her sister Melissa’s more open / nature new age beliefs. At the same time within the ep I could view it as did knowing Mulder allow her to open up to other religions? Ideas? IMO it would have been nice to let Mulder know that occasionally.

I will confess that I too have some reservations over her behavior in all things. According to Frank Spotnitz and Chris Carter, Mulder and Scully are already involved in all things. The scene at the beginning with Mulder in bed was to indicate an ongoing sexual relationship not the start of one. Gillian knew this and still wrote Scully as deciding to leave Mulder, per the original script, only to change her mind again.

Well unfortunately we can’t take what FS or CC says for granted. I would love to read those statements though the only one I can recall is Frank S. reminding fans that AT wasn’t the first time M&S were in each others apartments overnight. How many times were we told William is Mulder’s son. For me that rankles as just another way to hurt Mulder, regardless all those years he thought he had a son out there.

‘My issue lies more in that this confirms Mulder’s fears, something that I see him being mocked over consistently; primarily when he runs away from her in Detour. I see numerous complaints about how he waited too long, but I always interpreted it, beyond TV show limitations and the patterns that existed in the 90s, as her not being ready for a relationship. Nor did I see an invitation of wine and cheese as a guaranteed sexual offer.’

I agree with this, I also wonder how much the whole experience with Scully almost dying affected him and wanting to be more, and of course Bill’s reaction I’m sure dug a little spot in his mind too. What is dying but another form of abandonment in a sense. I didn’t like ‘3’ either, but that was much earlier in their partnership so it was a little (very little) more palatable.

‘Nevertheless, I’m curious about your aversion to Scully’s attraction to older authoritative men. I don’t understand why you think she’s too smart for this. I always saw it as a father complex, an extension of the affection and more importantly approval she so desperately wanted from her father. Similarly, I viewed Mulder’s attraction to older women as a mother complex rooted in the affection his mother deprived him of following Samantha’s abduction.’

I know my aversion is mainly from a life experience and a friend’s story. I only took one college class and you could just see the professor eyeing up every girl that walked in until it landed on my friend. She was a straight A student, she wasn’t shy or outgoing we all thought her feet were planted firmly on the ground. He praised her, but you could also see subtle ‘put downs’ – you shouldn’t do it that way only an infant would things like that some worse. And all of us were shocked when she started a relationship with the professor who was 17 yrs older I think. Long story short he was married had 3 or 4 kids, she got pregnant he dropped her like a hot potato, she got an abortion and tried to commit suicide. We ended up finding out she’d been sexually abused as a child by her father or step-father. She moved and I haven’t seen or heard from her in over 30 yrs.

I know there wasn’t any hint of that in Scully and her father’s relationship, but the whole older-man/daddy issue has just always made me angry/disgusted in general.

­­­­­­­­­­­­’I see Daniel as an authority figure as well as a teacher who values her intelligence and makes her feel as though she matters. While Jack has a more obsessive quality towards his work, like her father who prioritized the navy over her. Both would have given her approval because they were teachers and she did her assignments. She mostly met their expectations. Until she didn’t.’

I agree with some of that. Mulder is different than those two men, I don’t see that many similarities. In NA when people say Mulder was treating Scully like her boss – jerk is the term I see most. Well technically he is the dept. head and he could assign her things. When they jointly investigate cases it makes sense to split up when their particular skills are better utilized – he thinks outside the box and she provides the facts/science when possible.

I always saw it as how much trust had formed that Mulder knew Scully would handle things. When he sort of scoffs at Scully handing off the case, I don’t take it as him not trusting/believing her – I think he was looking for any excuse to come back – I could be wrong.

And as I recall Scully has made jokes about Mulder’s dating or ala Jersey Devil Mulder’s “I have a life” reply to Scully. It seems okay when she does it but when he does it’s wrong.

‘Phoebe was manipulative but her mind games could still lead to rewards.’

I’m curious what rewards do you mean?

‘Diana I see as terribly accommodating but just as manipulative as Phoebe.’

Groan – I just hate the character of Diana for so many reasons. I hate when shows just drop in a character for shock value. I can’t believe in almost 5yrs of working together Diana’s name never once came up. That Scully never saw her name in a case file. That the LG never mentioned her before either you’d think there’d have been a comparison of the two, unless DF wasn’t a ‘work’ partner.

This is the man who opens up to Scully on their 1st case together and tells her about his sister in a very intimate way - even though he initially thinks she’s sent to spy on him. Yet when DF appears – initially its just generic basics about her, she gets shot and FTF come out with the whole ‘almost kiss’ scene. I’m sure DF would be too confusing for the ‘new’ fans Fox/CC were hoping to entice.

Then the Beginning – no mention of a kiss – Mulder appears so frustrated with Scully, but he trusts her completely with Gibson and it makes sense she’s the doctor. In the other eps with DF we never see Mulder seeking her out, yet he doesn’t seem to be sharing with Scully why he trusts Diana or the audience. To me that whole season (6) was Mulder making a choice to be with Scully at work and after work on cases like Dreamland.

I think the perfect time to introduce a new set of agents would have been right after FTF, are we to believe scientists worldwide wouldn’t have gotten notice of seismographs going off - tremors in Antartica they wouldn’t be down there investigating the cause.

Maybe that’s one of the problems with XFiles trying to straddle that line Aliens – but also real world cases happening in real time?

‘In both cases, Mulder’s need to please and be acknowledged would’ve been satisfied. I feel that Mulder and Scully partly satisfy these complexes in each other. Mulder is in a supervising role and Scully does want his acknowledgment and unless the script says otherwise, see Never Again, she gets it. Likewise, Scully acknowledges Mulder and appreciates him, unless the script calls for otherwise, like in all things. And if you decide to acknowledge the season 10-11 breakup.’

Quite the difference in DD and GA’s script(s), especially in the Unnatural it’s all about learning, a connection to someone, something even though neither M or S are in the ep, but for 7-8 minutes. I know some still get mad for the ‘ticking of her biological clock’ reference, but that is a common saying and Mulder was using it in that light-hearted way. Hollywood AD was a quirky ep and one of the ones that it’s hard to put in the XF ‘case’ universe, but even it had some poingnant moments and again M & S spending time outside of work together enjoying each other’s company.

And then AT – all about Scully, more of a character study. Mulder is flirty with his projector in the beginning and she’s stabbing her salad and snapping at him. I definitely didn’t care for snarky Scully. In the whole ep the only section I like is their conversation on the couch, the way DD plays Mulder and the way he looks at her – that man is in love, period.

S10-11 Breakup = stupid. As per the ratings immediate drop from week 1 to week 2 and kept on going. The idea that Mulder had to choose Scully over going back to work for the FBI – if that’s what he wanted to do is just wrong. And Scully just happening to work for a hospital and one or more of the patrons/dr.’s happening to experiment on his own children. There would have been the perfect ‘case’ to draw Scully back to working on the X-Files with Mulder and if they’d set up those other agents in S6 who knows how the series would have ended. 

One other thing that bothered me as the show progressed is what I call the dumbing down of Mulder. In Deep Throat Mulder has the line about his hotshot pilot friend and asks a technical flight question in other eps he also would pull facts both unusual and technical out in dialogue. Then it seemed that slowly faded. Was it to prop Scully up as being smarter? I don’t know I just missed those little moments of Mulder’s brilliance.

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Story a Week Challenge

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by Cum_plete

Trying to get back into the swing of writing but I'm all tapped for ideas. So give me some! Choose a fandom (or crossover), choose a pairing, and choose five tags. I'll write one a week (or more if I'm inspired). Each fic at least 1000 words. All the characters and fandoms tagged along with all the warnings.

Words: 381, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), Angel: the Series, The Chronicles of Riddick Series, The Fast and the Furious (2001), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, Criminal Minds (US TV), Merlin (TV), NCIS

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, John Sheppard, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Angel (BtVS), Spike (BtVS), Xander Harris, Richard B. Riddick, Dominic Toretto, Brian O'Conner, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Logan (X-Men), Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Remy LeBeau, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo

Additional Tags: Abuse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Age Difference, Age Play, BDSM, Biting, Bonding, Children, Coercion, Child Abuse, Crossdressing, Phone Sex, Sexting, Dark, Fingerfucking, Fisting, Humiliation, Hurt/Comfort, Incest, Jealousy, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Rape/Non-con Elements, Orgasm Denial, Piercings, Tattoos, Polyamory, Possessive Behavior, Sex Work, Shapeshifting, Slavery, Soulmates, Supernatural Elements, Teasing, Threesome - M/M/M, Time Travel, Torture, Underage - Freeform, Mpreg, Male Lactation, Daddy Kink, Abduction, Knotting

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Story a Week Challenge

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2N23WRm

by Cum_plete

Trying to get back into the swing of writing but I'm all tapped for ideas. So give me some! Choose a fandom (or crossover), choose a pairing, choose a rating, and choose five tags. I'll write one a week (or more if I'm inspired). Each fic at least 1000 words. All the characters and fandoms tagged along with all the warnings.

Words: 393, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), Angel: the Series, The Chronicles of Riddick Series, The Fast and the Furious (2001), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, Criminal Minds (US TV), Merlin (TV), NCIS, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, John Sheppard, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Angel (BtVS), Spike (BtVS), Xander Harris, Richard B. Riddick, Dominic Toretto, Brian O'Conner, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Logan (X-Men), Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Remy LeBeau, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo, Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, InuYasha (InuYasha), Sesshoumaru (InuYasha)

Additional Tags: Abuse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Age Difference, BDSM, Biting, Bonding, Children, Coercion, Child Abuse, Crossdressing, Phone Sex, Sexting, Dark, Fingerfucking, Fisting, Humiliation, Hurt/Comfort, Incest, Jealousy, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Rape/Non-con Elements, Orgasm Denial, Piercings, Tattoos, Polyamory, Possessive Behavior, Sex Work, Shapeshifting, Slavery, Soulmates, Supernatural Elements, Teasing, Threesome - M/M/M, Time Travel, Torture, Underage - Freeform, Mpreg, Male Lactation, Daddy Kink, Abduction, Knotting, Non-Sexual Age Play, Sounding

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2N23WRm

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Story a Week Challenge

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2N23WRm

by Cum_plete

Trying to get back into the swing of writing but I'm all tapped for ideas. So give me some! Choose a fandom (or crossover), choose a pairing, choose a rating, and choose five tags. I'll write one a week (or more if I'm inspired). Each fic at least 1000 words. All the characters and fandoms tagged along with all the warnings.

Words: 393, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), Angel: the Series, The Chronicles of Riddick Series, The Fast and the Furious (2001), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, Criminal Minds (US TV), Merlin (TV), NCIS, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, John Sheppard, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Angel (BtVS), Spike (BtVS), Xander Harris, Richard B. Riddick, Dominic Toretto, Brian O'Conner, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Logan (X-Men), Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Remy LeBeau, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo, Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, InuYasha (InuYasha), Sesshoumaru (InuYasha)

Additional Tags: Abuse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Age Difference, BDSM, Biting, Bonding, Children, Coercion, Child Abuse, Crossdressing, Phone Sex, Sexting, Dark, Fingerfucking, Fisting, Humiliation, Hurt/Comfort, Incest, Jealousy, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Rape/Non-con Elements, Orgasm Denial, Piercings, Tattoos, Polyamory, Possessive Behavior, Sex Work, Shapeshifting, Slavery, Soulmates, Supernatural Elements, Teasing, Threesome - M/M/M, Time Travel, Torture, Underage - Freeform, Mpreg, Male Lactation, Daddy Kink, Abduction, Knotting, Non-Sexual Age Play, Sounding

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2N23WRm