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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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Sneak Peek | Hangman x Reader

Summary: You spent so much time around the boys, they counted you as one of them. You were firmly stuck in the friend zone with Jake, so it was time to move on with a guy who could see past your flight suits. It's not immediately obvious to either of you that cranky Jake is actually jealous Jake.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentioned smut, 18+

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Happy birthday @beyondthesefourwalls!

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

"It's my turn to buy a round," you said, standing up from the table and grabbing the empty beer bottles before turning toward Jimmy and Penny at the bar.

"Thanks, Rodeo," Jake murmured, and you turned back briefly and smiled softly at him. His gaze slid down your body the same way it would with any other woman, the only difference was that he had started to notice just how many other guys were regularly checking you out, too. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that fact.

When you squeezed yourself between two stools at the bar to order four more beers, Bradley asked, "Who are you staring at, Hangman? Rodeo?"

Mickey laughed as Jake quickly shook his head and turned his attention back to his friends. "I just wanted to make sure she can manage carrying everything."

"I'm sure she's fine," Bradley replied with a laugh of his own. "I got a little nervous for a second there."

"Why?" Jake asked, his eyes slowly drifting back to you, watching as you slipped your credit card into the back pocket of your jeans.

"Because first of all," Bradley said as he smashed open a peanut on the table, "Rodeo is practically one of the guys. And second," he added, popping the peanut into his mouth and chewing, "it would be weird if you start looking at her like you do all the other random pieces of ass you take home with you. Even though she is cute."

"She's cute, for sure," Mickey piped in. "But once you've seen a girl throw up in the parking lot after a drunken karaoke night, the appeal kind of wears off."

Jake smiled as you headed back toward the table, because the drunken karaoke night was when he got to drive you home and carry you to your bed while you repeatedly tried to tell him you could walk by yourself.

"Oh, you know who else is cute?" Bradley asked just as you set four new beers on the table. "That redhead with the huge tits at the dartboard."

"Damn," Mickey groaned, and now you were looking in that direction, too. But Jake kept his eyes on you.

"Do we have to talk about this in front of Rodeo?" he asked, sipping his fresh beer and starting to wish Bradley and Mickey would wander off. "In front of a lady?"

Bradley snorted so hard, Jake was surprised his beer didn't shoot out of his nose. "A lady?" he asked as he looked at you and cuffed you on the arm. "Nice try, Hangman, but Rodeo doesn't count."

"Well, you don't count either," you told him, and Bradley tapped the neck of his bottle to yours. "And neither do the two of you." Your gaze met Mickey's before settling on Jake. "You know I don't mind when you guys talk about girls. I get it. You're all hot."

But your knee was rubbing against Jake's thigh at the tiny table, and for a brief flash, he thought maybe he wanted to count in your mind as a guy you could be into.

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It was a strange dynamic, working with mostly a bunch of men all the time. They saw you in a flight suit once, and they never looked at you like you were a female ever again. And that was fine. It made your job easier in a lot of ways. There were fewer distractions, and you knew for a fact that they liked you for your personality. They wouldn't invite you to hang out all the time if they didn't.

But on nights like this, it did sting a little bit to watch the three of them tripping over themselves to go talk to the redhead who was clearly eating up the attention. You were essentially wearing the same outfit she was: jeans and a black shirt. And you thought you looked cute. And what exactly was wrong with your boobs? You looked down at your body and kind of shrugged. You didn't get it.

Natasha handed you a pool cue, and you sank a shot. You made up the excuse that you wanted to play so the guys wouldn't feel bad about abandoning you to go talk to girls, but Jake had been hesitant at first, so you shoved him along. That was a mistake, because you were reminded of how solid and muscular he was under his soft shirt.

The first few times you glanced his way, he was already looking back at you. If he were any other guy, you would have just asked him out by now, but you were so firmly in the friend zone with all of them that it was embarrassing. The rejection would be laughable.

So you put your head down and focused on the game and the chit chat around you. But after a while you got curious, and when you looked up again, Bradley and Mickey were walking back toward the table where your empty beer bottle sat. Jake had won. The redhead was running her fingernails through his hair. It was all over for the night.

You weren't jealous. You weren't. You just didn't understand why it couldn't be you. As you sank the eight ball, you said, "I'm beat. I'm going to head home."

"Me too. Want a lift?" Mickey asked, and you nodded, not sparing a single glance back at Jake.

Maybe you were the problem. Maybe you weren't sexy. You spent most of Sunday scrutinizing yourself in your bedroom mirror and going through all of your clothing. There really wasn't much of it since your closet was lined with uniforms and flight suits. And when you looked in the mirror, it wasn't like you could even tell what the problem was. You were just you, but it was starting to feel like you'd been playing around in this male-dominated world for so long, you were just blending in there.

"Fuck it," you muttered reaching for your phone. There was a text from Bradley detailing the pricing for tickets to a Padres game, which you desperately wanted to go to. It sounded fun. Then you realized the beer drinking and peanut eating would simply be moved to a different venue in which the guys would be looking at all the other women around you. Suddenly it didn't sound so fun.

There were also a handful of texts from Jake. He must have kicked his guest out early if he was asking how you were doing this morning. You sent back a short message before finding the app on your screen that had been dormant since you got stationed in San Diego last summer. Tinder. It was right there.

Nervously, you entered your login information, terrified that you'd just end up with a bunch of guys you saw on base as your best options. They would undoubtedly take one look at you and have the same reaction your male friends did. But you spent the rest of the day thinking about it. You looked, but you didn't sample. You found some guys who were surprisingly not in the Navy, but you didn't swipe. And maybe part of the reason you didn't was because Jake kept texting you all day long.

Monday was your tipping point. You were all ready to fly in your boots and flight suit when you ended up surrounded by the guys in the hangar. "We getting Padres tickets, Rodeo?" Bradley asked. "Day drinking at Petco Park?"

You nodded at him. "Sounds fun."

Then Mickey cut in as Jake walked over. "Hey, Hangman. How was our little redheaded friend?" he asked with a smirk, but Jake's expression stayed the same as his eyes met yours.

"Wouldn't know."

"Oof," Bradley said with a goading laugh. "What, you kicked her out without even talking to her afterwards?"

You swallowed and looked down at your boots as you thought about the guys on the dating app. Maybe a little change of scenery wouldn't hurt anything after all.

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"Can you just knock it the fuck off?" Jake snapped. "I didn't even spend the night with her." He watched you put your helmet on as you walked toward your jet. "And I don't like talking about this shit around Rodeo anymore."

"Alright," Bradley replied with a tiny smirk. "No need to get mad about it."

When Jake took to the air, you were all business, as usual. You and he flew well together, like you always did. But back on the ground at lunchtime, you barely spared a glance in his direction in the cafeteria. Instead, you were completely absorbed in something on your phone as you picked at your food.

"What's wrong?" he eventually asked, and you looked up at him like you were surprised he was still there.

"Nothing," you murmured, taking a drink before returning your attention to your phone. "Just working on something."

"On what?" he asked, voice almost as snippy as it had been earlier. He found he didn't like it when your attention wasn't focused on him, which was absolutely infuriating, because it's not like the two of you were anything.

"My Tinder profile," you replied smoothly as you licked your lips, and Jake thought he must have misheard. Since when were you looking for a guy?

"Tinder?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed. "I'm just trying to sort out which photo to use, because I like this one where I'm in my flight suit, but guys don't really tend to go for that sort of thing."

You turned your phone to show him, and Jake swallowed hard. It was a photo he had taken a few months ago. He remembered that day. Your sunglasses were hooked on the top of your suit, and your helmet was tucked under your arm, and your smile was infectious.

"I like that one," he told you softly.

But you just rolled your eyes and groaned. "But you don't count, now do you?"

Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Why are you on Tinder anyway?"

Now you laughed as you set your phone down. "Why do you think?"

He didn't want to think about it, even though he knew why. You were looking to hookup with someone. Or maybe it was even worse. Maybe you were looking for an actual boyfriend. Someone to spend all your time with. You'd be at the Hard Deck after work less frequently. You'd be going to the Padres game with some faceless idiot, and he'd be the one carrying you home after you overdid it at karaoke night. Worse yet, you could have your pick of any guy on that app who caught your eye, but Jake knew for a fact none of them were good enough for you.

"Rodeo," he grunted, unsure how to voice his concerns. You just tapped your screen a few times and then smiled at him as his heart clenched a little bit.

"I went with the photo from Reuben's wedding instead."

Jake ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't even have to ask. He also knew that photo well too. His voice was soft as he said, "Blue dress. Holding a martini. Hand on your hip." He didn't like the idea of a bunch of guys he didn't even know looking at you wearing something so pretty.

"That's the one! And now my bio is live on the app," you said as you tapped your screen one last time. "Wish me luck."

You stood with your tray and Jake told himself he would do no such thing.

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"That photo must have done the trick," you mumbled the following day in the rec room on base as Natasha helped you sort through your matches.

"I'm sure it did," she replied in awe. "You look hot in it."

You wanted to believe her, but it didn't even matter right now, because the two of you were staring at a photo of a hot guy who had sent you a message. You gasped. "Is this for real?"

"Looks like it," she replied. "If you don't fuck him, I will. Happily."

"What are the two of you over here whispering about?" You looked up into Jake's smiling eyes and gave him a grin of your own.

"Rodeo is getting all the Tinder hotties," Natasha replied, and suddenly Jake's smile vanished. "Let me know if he sends you a dick pic."

"He better fucking not!" Jake growled as he tried to reach for your phone. "Show me what this asshole looks like so I know who to pound to dust if he sends you one." You rolled your eyes and held up your phone so he could see. "His name is Tony? And he's a dentist?"

"What's wrong with that?" you asked quickly.

Jake crossed his arms over his chest. "If you have to ask, then you don't want to know."

You scoffed and opened your messages. "You're being dramatic. And I don't get on you about who you decide to hook up with."

"So you're just trying to hook up with this asshole?" he asked, his lips curling in disgust.

Honestly, you weren't really sure. But he sounded nice in the messages he sent. "Would it really be so bad if I was?"

Jake scrutinized your face like he was in pain, and you had the craziest thought flash through your mind that perhaps he was jealous. But then the pinched lines on his forehead vanished, and his voice was completely calm as he said, "You do what you want, Rodeo. But don't come crying to me about it later."

"Fine," you told him as he walked away. And that's what spurred you to reply to Tony's message with a more flirtatious one of your own. You were allowed to hook up with him. You were allowed to go out on a date. Maybe you'd even eventually request a dick pic. Jake wasn't in charge of your Tinder profile or dating agenda.

A few short exchanges back and forth was all it took, and suddenly you had plans for Saturday night that didn't involve hanging with the guys at the Hard Deck for once. Tony was going to take you out to dinner, and you were already excited.

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"Where the hell is Rodeo?" Bradley asked as he returned to the table with three bottles of beer instead of four. "She's usually here by seven."

Jake rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. "She's not coming. She's on a date with some smug looking asshole named Tony."

"Good for her," Mickey piped up, earning a glare from Jake. "I hope she gets laid. You wanna grab Javy and play pool?"

With a groan, Jake dragged himself out of his seat and forced his body through the motions. He hit the cue ball with perfect precision, but meanwhile, all he could think about was some other guy's hands all over your body while he shoved his tongue down your throat. "Fuck," he growled, trying to fight the urge to text you. If you wanted him, you knew how to reach him.

Between shots, he glanced around the bar at all the other women, but he couldn't find a single one as pretty as you. He spent the rest of his night barely conversing with his friends while he hoped that your date was a complete flop. And when he left to head home alone, he caved and texted you to make sure you got back to your place safely.

That was over twelve hours ago. Jake still hadn't heard back from you. It was damn near noon on Sunday, and he was left assuming that you spent the night with Tinder Tony. When you finally texted him back, the response made him toss his phone aside.

Sorry, just seeing this now. Yes, I made it home safely. See you tomorrow.

Monday was worse. You were glued to your phone at every opportunity you got, and Jake could tell by the little smile on your face that you must be talking to that asshole.

"Rodeo, how was your hot date?" Bradley asked, bumping your helmet with his while he winked at Jake.

"Pretty good," you replied with a little laugh.

"You get laid?" Mickey asked obnoxiously, and you rolled your eyes before glancing at Jake. He was dying to know the answer to the question, but also terrified to hear it.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you replied, returning your attention to your phone. "Put it this way... I'm going out with him again for dinner on Wednesday."

"Who goes to dinner on a Wednesday?" Jake scoffed. "That's when we usually go to the bar! And what did you and Tinder Tommy even talk about the whole time? Dentures? Teeth?"

"No," you snapped at him. "He told me how pretty he thinks I am, and that he was nervous to meet me in person. And his name is Tony, not Tommy. So don't be rude when we stop by the bar after dinner on Wednesday."

"Can't wait to meet him," Jake grumbled, highly disappointed that your date had been even somewhat successful. And he still wasn't sure if you'd gone home with Tony. Or worse... if he'd gone home with you.

Jake had crashed in your bed with you once a few months ago when you hosted game night. Mickey, Nat and Bradley all passed out in your living room, so you'd taken him by the hand to your bed. Every time he thought about it, he could practically feel the warmth of your body next to his and your foot hooked over his ankle. The idea of someone else there engaging in pillowtalk or fucking you just right was way too much for him to handle, because he was starting to feel like he wanted to be that person.

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Okay, so Tony was a little boring. A lot boring, actually. And on Wednesday night at dinner, he actually did mention dentures, and you could practically hear Jake scoffing from the Hard Deck. But Tony was hot and nice and he paid for dinner. Could you really hope for more than that?

"So, you mentioned stopping at a Navy bar?" he asked as you walked back to his car. "I keep forgetting you're even in the Navy. It just doesn't seem like you."

Maybe you should have used the other photo for your dating profile since you'd had to remind him twice already that there were a lot of women in the military now. "Yeah. It's called the Hard Deck. I usually hang out there on Wednesdays, and I thought maybe my friends could meet you?"

"Sure," he replied, and he even played boring music on the way there. But when he walked you inside, he kissed your cheek, and that felt kind of nice until Jake was looking. You felt embarrassed and a little guilty when he scowled at you from the pool table, so you eased yourself away from Tony and took him by the hand instead.

"Hey, guys," you said cautiously as you approached the pool table. "This is Tony."

Jake's jaw was clenched tight as he reached out to shake hands with your date in a death grip, and you cringed as he said, "Nice to meet you, Tommy."

And it all went downhill from there. You had to correct him three times, even though you were sure he knew Tony's name. And even the other guys didn't really seem to mesh well with Tony. Bradley looked scandalized when he told them he didn't like beer or playing pool, and Mickey tried to make a dentist joke that just didn't land.

You wanted to crawl into your bed and not come back out for a week. You also kind of wanted to ask Jake what his problem was. Tony was a nice guy. His hand on your back felt nice, and his goodnight kiss at your front door was nice. There was even some tongue, and you didn't stop his roaming fingers. Maybe another date or two and you'd ask him to come in.

"Would you like to get dinner on Saturday night?" he asked as his lips grazed your neck. "At the Boathouse?"

You closed your eyes and leaned back, and the image of Jake took over. His lips were on your earlobe, and he was whispering your name as you led him to your room. His hands were settling on your hips and squeezing gently as you melted into his touch.

"What do you think?" Tony asked, and you were jarred back to reality by his voice.

You swallowed hard and nodded as you opened your door. "Saturday night sounds good," you said as you ducked inside. "See you then."

You couldn't have Jake. You just needed to get it through your head that he didn't want you like that.

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Jake knew he was behaving poorly even as he was doing it. Tony looked annoyed by him, and you looked embarrassed, but he just kept calling him the wrong name and standing off to the side like a dick. He was actually the asshole. Not Tony. And he needed to apologize to you at work the next day.

He found you in the hangar, pacing back and forth as you played with the strap on your helmet. When you turned, he started to say, "Hey, Rodeo, I'm really-"

"I need your help," you blurted out when you saw him heading your way. "I need you to come shopping with me tomorrow after work, because I wore my only two dresses already, and everything else in my closet is ridiculous. And Tony is taking me to the Boathouse on Saturday, so I can't just throw something together and call it a day."

Jake ground his back teeth together. The Boathouse was nice. As in, he could think of at least three people he knew who got engaged there. How much money did dentists make anyway? He was full blown jealous now. He knew that. But you'd asked him for help, so of course he was going to do whatever you wanted. Your eager eyes were enough to make him agree on the spot.

"Where are we going shopping?" he asked softly.

You looked so relieved as you said, "The mall. I don't think it will take too long, and I can treat you to dinner as a thank you."

"No," he replied. "You don't owe me anything, Rodeo."

"Thanks, Jake," you whispered as you threw one arm around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. "I know I can trust you to tell me what looks good. Because you're a guy, and you know what guys like. I've been in such a rut, and I don't even know what looks nice on me anymore. But I trust your opinion."

He wrapped his arm around your waist and held you a little closer. If you trusted him, he wouldn't let you down. He never wanted to let you down. He would take you to the mall and tell you which outfits looked nice on you, even though he knew it would be all of them, and he would be cool about you dating Tony. "Sure, Rodeo. Anything you want."

When the time came, he was miserable. You seemed excited, bouncing on your feet in your jeans and sneakers as you collected dresses and cute little outfits to try on, but he knew none of this was really for him. You'd just be giving him a little sneak peak of what Tony would have his hands all over.

"How about this one?" you asked, holding up a red mini dress that made Jake's mouth dry up. Then you moved it in front of your body and looked down. "It's probably too much for me."

He wanted to tell you that you couldn't pull it off, but he knew the fucking thing was made for you. "Try it on and see," he said softly, so you added it to your pile. Then he followed you like a puppy dog to the fitting room, holding half of the dresses for you to try on. When you passed the lingerie section, Jake had to watch you grab a few lacy items. "Have you slept with Tinder Tommy yet?" he snapped when you picked up a black bra and added it to your arms.

You looked up at him with a soft pout. "Well, no. That's why I'm trying to buy some sexy stuff, you know? Just in case I want to take it there."

Jake had seen you in your bathing suit many, many times. You didn't need to be wearing anything made out of lace and silk to look sexy, but the sight of you in half of this shit would probably give Tony a damn heart attack. Then he realized as you led him along that he himself might not make it out of the fitting room alive.

"Just stand out here, okay?" you said softly, guiding him against the wall. He grunted in response and watched you line up everything you wanted to try on inside the fitting room before closing yourself inside. You kicked your shoes off, and then he watched you push your jeans down to your feet through the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. You stepped out of them, and his imagination started to supply the rest.

You were completely naked now, he was sure of that fact, and you were only a few feet away from him, separated by a flimsy door. His head tipped back against the wall as his breathing grew a little deeper. Your toenails were painted bright green, and you were talking quietly to yourself as you stepped into a black dress and started to guide it up your legs.

"This isn't too bad," you muttered, and a few seconds later you were unlatching the door and pulling it open with an apprehensive look on your face. Jake's jaw dropped open as you stepped right up to him and asked, "What do you think?"

"Rodeo," he grunted, fisting his hands at his sides to keep them from touching you as you spun slowly in front of him. "Looks good."

You frowned a little more. "I was hoping for better than good," you replied, twirling away from him and back into the fitting room.

Jake's body was thrumming with desire as he watched that black fabric pool at your feet under the door. "It was better than good, Rodeo," he said, nearly choking on the words as you stepped to the side and bent to pick it up.

"I'll try the red one," you informed him, and he had to press his lips together, knowing what was coming next. This time it took you a little longer, and he watched your feet under the door as you turned in front of the mirror. "It's really short," you finally said as you opened the door again.

"Jesus Christ," Jake moaned softly. The thing fit you like a damn glove. Every curve and soft dip of your body was right there, begging to be touched. His palms were sweaty as he wiped them on his jeans, and then you spun, ending up just inches away from him again.

He couldn't speak, and maybe you took that as a bad sign. "It's too much," you said with a little laugh. "I know it's too much, but it was fun to try it on anyway. It made me feel sexy," you said with a little shrug, barely able to meet his eyes. "I think the black one might be better for dinner at the Boathouse? Or do you think this one?"

Jake snapped out of his daze and remembered why he was here, suddenly pissed that this little fashion show wasn't just for his own benefit. "Come on, Rodeo. Tinder Tommy? Really? You think he deserves this?" When you just kind of shrugged at him, he said, "Get the red one if you're just looking to get laid."

"Okay," you replied, your little pout back on your pretty lips.

He pushed away from the wall until he was nearly touching you. Practically snarling, he said, "Are you just looking to get laid?"

"Maybe," you said softly, looking at his neck. "He's actually into me, so maybe. I don't know, Jake. It's been a long time since a guy chose me, you know?" He opened his mouth to tell you that any guy in the world would choose you when you said, "I have one more dress."

Then he had to stand there and watch the red fabric hit your feet before you guided the tiniest little green dress up your calves. He was jealous. He was so jealous. And the fact that he'd had a whole fucking year to ask you out instead of fucking wasting his time was crashing down on him right now. You were going to wear one of these dresses to the Boathouse tomorrow, and Tony was going to take it off you. He was going to fuck you, and then someday you'd probably get married. Jake would be at your wedding sitting between Mickey and Bradley and making himself sick over this whole thing.

The door opened. You were stunning. You didn't even leave the fitting room doorway this time in that green dress that was hugging your tits and your waist and showing off so much leg that Jake thought he was going to black out. "I can tell by your face that it's not good," you said with a wince. "It's a little too low cut, so I couldn't imagine wearing it in front of Tony."

His voice came out low and rough as he said, "You're wearing it in front of me just fine."

"But I don't count, remember?" You closed and locked the door, and Jake was immediately leaning against it. Literally each dress was hotter than the one before it, and Jake didn't know how to articulate what he was feeling right now. How on earth did he end up so far in the friend zone that he couldn't claw his way out if he tried? What the fuck made Tinder Tony so special? Why were you looking around on the app anyway? He couldn't even pinpoint when it had happened, but you were never going to take him seriously, even if he knew he could be what you wanted.

The rustling of fabric and the sound of the zipper had him resting his forehead on the door. "Rodeo, Baby, you can't...buy one of these dresses. Not for Tony. Okay? Come on. He's not good enough for you."

"Oh." That was all you said. You just replied with one word, and Jake's blood was boiling. He wanted to dismantle the entire fitting room and take you back home and tell you that you could do a hell of a lot better than some lame ass dentist who didn't like beer or playing pool. But you'd just muttered one word, and he was dying to know if he could ever stand a chance at making you happy.

"Rodeo?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You unlocked the door and he stepped back a few inches so you could open it, expecting to see you in your jeans once again with the dress of your choosing in your hands. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his heart hammering in his chest. "Absolutely not!"

Jake pushed you back further into the fitting room and managed to wrench his broad shoulders through the doorway before kicking the door closed. You were biting your lip, your eyes wide as his hands came to rest on your lace covered hips.

"Jake," you whispered as he shook his head at the sight of you in a lacy black bra and tiny underwear.

"What the hell are you thinking?" he groaned, fingers digging gently into your warm body as he listened to the little sound you made. "You're killing me here." Your hands came up to his wrists before you slid them up along his arms, and Jake took a step closer until his jeans were brushing against your bare belly. He would need to be removed from the mall in a body bag at this rate.

Then you whispered, "I like you. And maybe there's a chance that you like me, too? And maybe that's part of the reason I asked you to come here with me."

Jake swallowed hard as he leaned in, dizzy from the way you smelled so sweet and felt so perfect in his hands. "Dump him. Dump Tony." You whimpered at his words as he slid one hand down further, teasing the lace covering your ass at the same time his other hand went up to tug at the side of the bra. "Because this? This should be for me."

"Jake." Your voice was a needy whine as you scraped your fingernails along his shoulders and chest, trying to pull him closer. But he shook his head as he pushed you back harder against the wall, lips hovering over yours as you whispered his name.

He knew what he wanted. He'd known for a while, really, but now he was ready to take it. "I want to kiss you. But if I do, I'm not going to be able to go back, okay?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I won't go back to being Rodeo and Hangman, just friends. I will not do that. Not with you. Not when you count more than anyone else."

Your lips crashed against his, and Jake sighed in relief as he held you in his arms the way he'd been dying to for so long. The lingerie and all the little dresses were only for him. Your kisses and your smile and your fingers in his hair were for him, not Tony. He ran his hands down to your ass as you giggled and nipped at his lips.

"Pick a dress, Baby," he muttered between kisses. "And we'll get the lingerie, too."

"Okay," you replied with a smile before you took his bottom lip between yours, making him moan.

"Tomorrow night, I will take you out, and you can show me this little getup again if you want to."

You looked up at him with the prettiest smile he'd ever seen. "I want to."

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You nudged Bradley with your elbow. "Hey, she's cute," you said, nodding toward the brunette across the aisle. "You guys should go talk to her." He and Mickey both leaned forward to look without any subtlety whatsoever, and you laughed.

"Maybe at the end of the inning," Bradley replied, manspreading so much in his seat at the Padres game that he kept bumping your leg and nudging your shoulder. But he was grinning, and you could already tell that he and Mickey were about to turn it into a competition to see who could get her phone number first.

But there was one key player missing from their game now, and you smiled as you saw Jake apologetically climbing over everyone else in your row before plopping down into the seat next to you and kissing your cheek with a smile. "The line was long as hell for your favorite beer," he said as he handed it to you. "Did I miss anything?"

You shook your head as Bradley said, "You're just in time to watch the real show, Hangman. Rodeo, I want you to time how long it takes before I get her number."

But you weren't really listening as Bradley and Mickey started to argue, and neither was Jake as he kissed your cheek again. You didn't feel like you were simply blending in, and you didn't feel like you were just one of the guys anymore. You were grinning and sipping your beer as Jake's lips met your ear and he asked, "Are you wearing that black set right now?"

"I'll let you find out later.

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konpeitonom · 2 months ago

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Can you please do NSFW alphabet but with curly! <3

captain grant curly nsfw alphabet.

nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader —

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; it’s always really fun writing for curly! i had a lot of fun writing this one in specific.. sorry for any mistakes. i don’t proofread but it is late where i am so obvious typos might have slipped through. doing jimmy next most likely as the people in my inbox call for it. hope you guys like this one, thank you for all the love!!

nsfw under the cut! minors do not read

a — aftercare, (what they’re like after sex)

— the best at aftercare! it is his biggest priority. he never wants you to feel used, if you ever did i think he’d feel absolutely horrible..

— he’d clean you up, bathe you if you wanted. water, of course- he’d make or order you something if you were hungry. whatever to make you happy!

b — body part (their favorite body part, and their partners)

— i said this in my general headcanons but tummy’s.. he loves placing his hands on your waist, caressing your ‘cute tummy’ he’d say.

— it’s not even a ‘this tummy might hold my kids’ one day thing. he genuinely thinks it’s the cutest and sexiest thing ever.

— besides that, i guess he’d like tits, thighs, the general. he likes everything! doesn’t really have a favorite.

— for his own? he’d have to say his back, or his arms. he works out! it’s canon (literally) so i think he’d be very proud of his body..

c — cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— who would’ve guessed.. on your stomach. lol. he’d like cumming inside as well, but only if it was safe too/you two were trying for a kid. but on your stomach he just.. he likes that sight, he really does. besides your cute facial expressions that might be his most favorite part!

d — dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

— i don’t consider this dirty, but he does. he’s jerked off to you many times before you got together. not a big deal, but to him it is.

— he probably feels an immense amount of guilt. like, ‘she’s not just a girl for me to ogle at.. she’s my friend that i’m so happened to be in love with..’

e — experience (how experienced are they?)

— all his relationships were the full on commitment kind. he is not really a ‘one night’ kind of guy. maybe a few times when he’s feeling it. so he’s had his fair share of experience.

f — favorite position (self explanatory)

— your legs on his shoulders! god, he thinks it’s so sexy. and it feels good too. and he can see your entire face. checks off all his boxes.

— but if you ask he’d say, “whatever your favorite is!” and would wanna do it always knowing it’s your favorite. he is a d1 people pleaser.

g — goofy (are they more serious in the moment?)

— i’d depend.. if it was night time and that felt like the mood, he’d be serious about it. like after a fancy dinner night out, all he wants to do is fuck you slow and nice. but if it was the morning, or a long day at work, he doesn’t mind if it’s less serious, per say.

h — hair (how well groomed are they?)

— he’s pretty well groomed, i’d say. i like to think he’s very cleanly.. it’s obvious he cares about his health and looks and the way it is down there counts too!

i — intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic wise?)

— ahh.. i’d really depend on you. his go-to is soft and romantic. he just loves you so, so much. if sex is the way you want to be shown love then he’ll do it.

— he’s very stereotypical. he wants to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, play with your hair, caress your body in all the right places as he sets a gentle pace. but if you prefer things a bit rougher, he doesn’t mind. just reassure him that it’s okay and that it’s what you want.

j — jack off (masturbation headcanon)

— as a teenager, i think he probably felt bad for jerking off. now as an adult he can understand that it’s a very normal human thing. he doesn’t do it often, especially when he’s in a relationship, but he’s not opposed to doing so.

— maybe once a week if you’re there (like swansea, he would rather just fuck), up to 3-4 if he’s working in space and all alone and such..

k — kink (one of their kinks)

— praise him. god please. he needs it.

— just one, “that feels really good..” or, “you’re doing so well..” gets him going!! he might stop and try to process it, his dick buried inside you as he lets out a long breath- he’s making you feel good? he’s doing that?

l — location (favorite places to do it)

— “anywhere you wanna” god he’s so annoying. unbearable.

— most likely the bedroom. he’s basic. but he’s open to anything semi-public. he just feels like he can love you best in the most intimate setting, your bedroom!

m — motivation (what turns them on)

— i think he gets turned on at the simplest of things to the point it’s funny.. like when you’re looking in the mirror and admiring yourself, you just look so cute and happy..

— and suddenly your skirt looks just a bit too short for comfort, and the bra you’re wearing looks extra nice on you. he’d feel bad, yes. how can he be so perverted when you’re just there- looking cute?

— but he can’t help it. he just wants you in every way he can have you.

— besides that, you straight up saying you want it is enough for him!

n — no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

— he’s a people pleaser.. if you’re into it, he’ll try it at least once. but for himself? hm. anything that feels too degrading is a no for him either. like free use? he’s not into that. he wants you to feel loved, not that you have to do stuff to get him to love you..

o — oral (preference in giving, receiving)

— giving.. he loves giving. i think it’s obvious. he loves when you place your hands on his hair, your legs squeezing him tight.

— mumble words of encouragement and praise and he’ll feel as if he’s on cloud 9!!

— he likes receiving too. but only if you like it. how many times can he emphasize that..? he does think you’re very pretty in your knees though.

p — pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

— soft and sensual is his favorite like i’ve said. he wants to feel every thrust, appreciate the way your body reacts to every small thing he does. he just loves to close his eyes and fawn over that feeling, it’s one of the best feelings in the world.

q — quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often)

— i think quite often they happen.. like he loves to make love, he really does. but with his and your busy work life, sometimes it’s needed.. if you’re pent up and stressed and need his dick right then and there, and quick? he’s willing!

r — risk (are they willing to experiment? do they take risks?)

— i think he is for your sake, but he’s confident in what he likes and stuff so he wouldn’t wanna try out anything new to his own accord. if he does then he’ll talk that out with you. your comfort comes first.

s — stamina

— if sex ends up being rough, maybe only one. it’s a bit of a mental load on him to be mean to you like that. but usually he’s good with two or three. anything past that seems pushing it.

t — toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or their partner?)

— he owns a few. only for his partner, not for himself. if you like toys then he’ll definitely utilize them but if not then he won’t force them upon you or anything.

— a bit of a throw away thought but remote controlled vibrators, the idea of it? kind of turns him on.

u — unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

— he likes to tease! just a smidge bit. not too much or else he’ll feel bad but it keeps the mood light and fun. i’ve mentioned somewhere he liked playful banter, so that kinda goes along with him teasing you and such..

v — volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

— he’s loud! he’s very vocal. when he’s feeling good he wants you to know that. grunts, groans, whines, whimpers.. but sometimes he holds it in and shuts up so he can focus on yours. he likes yours way more.

w — wild card (a random headcanon)

— perhaps.. once in a blue moon, he really needs it. rough and fast, with your hands scratching his back. Your legs are too sore to move, so they just lay there shaken up. it’s different when he’s doing it to please you in comparison to please himself.. you know? like it’s just so much better when he’s just a bit selfish.

x — x-ray (what’s going on underneath?)

— I'm biased. this is my blog, this is my favorite character, these are my headcanons. he has a pretty dick. it’s a nice color, nice to look at. it’s just pretty. 7 inches in length, regular thickness. ok bye

y — yearning (how high is their sex drive?

— kind of average or if not, slightly below average. he loves to show his love in many, many ways. sex is just one of those many things. he can live without it either. if you decided to go celibate, it wouldn’t change his life or anything. yeah, he’d miss it, but you come first.

z — zzz.. (how quickly they fall asleep)

— he has a lot of energy so i don’t think he falls asleep quick. even so, he’d make sure you fell asleep first- that you’re all taken care of before he can rest.

— also, for selfish reasons, he wants to stare at you and your pretty face, play with your soft hair as you sleep. if he could pause time, i’d be then. you’re just so cute.

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prettyfilmz · 1 month ago

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BIG JIM • JIMMY USO

author's note: hey my loves! I hope you had a happy new year🥳 i come to you with big jim for the big 2025. this idea spurred from back at war games and after many rewrites and revisions, this beautiful work was born. I hope you enjoy as I work on chain reaction pt. 2!💗

synopsis: in which amara is the only one who knows the origin of 'big jim'.

warnings: 18+(MDNI), jimmy has a big dick ;) , black female!oc, dirty talk, hotel sex, praise kink, riding, reverse cowgirl, mating press, squirting, creampie, lots of kissing, pussy slaps, overstimulation, spanking, slight dacryphilia, pet names (mama, love, pretty girl baby girl, baby), daddy kink (subtle) , teasing, fluffy lovey dovey shit at the end.

word count: 2.6k words

Backstage at the Intuit Dome, the camera crew was in motion, chasing wrestlers for interviews and behind the scenes moments. Among the chaos, Jimmy leaned casually against a wall, dressed down in his merch and a fitted snapback, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

He wasn’t wrestling tonight, but his presence alone was enough to stir commotion. Everyone wanted to know the answer to one question, the same one that had been swirling for months.

“Jimmy, got a minute?” Cathy Kelley asked, stepping into frame with a mic. She was smiling brightly, but Jimmy could already tell where this was headed.

“Sure, what’s good uce?” Jimmy shrugged, folding his arms across his chest.

“Well, first of all, congratulations on the momentum you’ve been building since you’ve returned. The fans love and missed you, and you’ve been killing it out there.”

“Always,” he replied smoothly, winking at the camera.

She laughed lightly. “But there’s something else everyone’s been talking about, and I have to ask: the nickname. Big Jim. Where did that come from? You’ve got the commentators using it, fans are chanting it—and yet, you never seem to explain the origin.”

Jimmy chuckled, the sound low and easy, as if he’d been expecting this all night. “Man, y’all don’t quit, huh?”

“Come on, Jimmy, the people need answers!” she teased, leaning in slightly. “Is it a reference to your presence in the ring? an inside joke?”

“Nah, nah,” Jimmy said, shaking his head with a grin. “See, that’s the thing. That’s between me, my girl, and God.”

The interviewer’s curiosity deepened. “Your girlfriend Amara? So, she gave you the name?”

Jimmy tilted his head, smirking knowingly. “Somethin’ like that. You wanna know what it’s about, you gotta ask her. But good luck with that, ‘cause she ain’t talkin’.”

The camera zoomed in on his face as he finished the sentence, the smugness radiating off him, and the interviewer gave a resigned laugh. “You’re killing us here, Jimmy.”

“Hey, I just play my role,” he said with a shrug, then leaned closer to the mic, his voice dropping a little lower. “But trust me—she know exactly why it’s Big Jim.”

The interview ended, but the smirk didn’t leave Jimmy’s face as he walked away, hands in his pockets, and the sound of the fans chants ringing in his ears.

♡

Hours later, Jimmy strolled into the dimly lit hotel room he was sharing with Amara, his energy still vibrant from the night’s teasing. The second the door clicked shut behind him, he spotted her on the bed legs crossed, her curvy frame dressed in one of his t-shirts. It barely skimmed her thighs, leaving her soft, brown skin on full display. Her curls pulled into a cute pineapple bun, and her lips curled into a knowing smile when she looked up at him.

“Another interview about ‘Big Jim’, huh?” she asked, her tone amused.

Jimmy laughed, shaking his head as he tossed his snapback onto the dresser. “Man, I swear, these people don’t got nothin’ better to talk about but that.”

“Well, you love the attention, so don’t act brand new now,” she teased, watching as he peeled off his hoodie, revealing the tattoos that decorated across his chest and arms.

“Yeah, I do,” he admitted, stepping closer to the bed. His gaze darkened as it swept over her, lingering on the way the t-shirt stretched over her curves. “But you love it too, don’t you, mama?”

She rolled her eyes playfully, but her smile gave her away. “What I love is you keeping your mouth shut about why you call yourself that.”

Jimmy grinned, climbing onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he crawled toward her. “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because it’s nobody’s business but ours,” she said firmly, though her breath hitched as he slid a hand up her thigh, his fingers brushing the bare skin beneath the shirt.

“That’s right,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her, his lips soft but insistent against hers. “Ain’t nobody else gonna know what I’m packin’—‘cept for you, baby.”

The kiss deepened quickly, his tongue sweeping past her lips as his hands roamed her body, squeezing her thighs, her waist, pulling her closer until she was pressed against him. His hard length was already straining against his sweats, and Amara couldn’t help but grind against him, her own arousal building with every touch.

“You feel that, pretty girl?” he whispered against her lips, his voice a low growl. “That’s why they call me Big Jim. You remember, don’t you?”

Amara whimpered softly, her hands gripping his shoulders as he pushed her onto her back, his weight pressing her into the mattress. “I couldn’t forget,” she murmured, her voice breathy.

Jimmy chuckled, kissing her again, slower this time, as his hands slipped under the hem of the shirt, dragging it up her body. “Good. ‘Cause I’m about to remind you, baby. You ready for that?”

Her answer was a needy kiss, her hands tugging at the waistband of his sweats, desperate to feel all of him. Jimmy took his time, though, stripping her down from her shirt to her skimpy panties, his lips and hands worshipping every inch of her as he went.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his eyes raking over her naked body as she lay beneath him. “So fuckin’ pretty, mama. Every time I see you, I swear you get finer.”

“Jimmy...” she whimpered, her thighs squeezing together as his hands spread them apart again.

“Nah, don’t hide from me girl,” he said, his voice firm but teasing. “You know I love seein’ all of you.”

His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin before sucking gently, leaving marks that she knew she’d have to cover up the next day. But she didn’t care—not when his mouth kept moving lower, over her chest, her stomach, until he was between her thighs, his breath warm against her heated core.

Jimmy grinned up at her, his hands gripping her thighs as he kissed her inner thigh, biting softly before dragging his tongue over the spot. “You want Daddy to take care of you, baby girl?”

Her answer was a soft moan, her fingers tangling in his hair as he spread her glistening lips open with his thumbs, his mouth descending on her swollen clit.

Jimmy’s tongue worked her like he had all the time in the world. He dragged it through her slick folds, savoring the taste of her, groaning against her pussy like he couldn’t get enough. Amara’s thighs trembled, her hands gripping his hair as he sucked her clit into his mouth, alternating between teasing licks and firm pressure.

“Jimmy... oh, my God,” she whimpered, her back arching off the mattress as his hands gripped her thighs tighter, holding her in place.

“Nah, baby,” he murmured between kisses to her sensitive bud. “Ain’t no God here. Jus’ me. And I’m the only one you gon’ pray to tonight.”

The cocky rasp in his voice sent another wave of heat crashing through her, and she couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from her lips when he dipped lower to her entrance, his tongue slipping inside her. He thrust it in and out, his nose nudging her clit, and the combination had her gasping, her head tossing back against the pillows.

“Jimmy! o-oh—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he growled, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his beard glistening with her arousal. “Give it to me, mama.”

His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding into her pussy curving just right to hit that special spot inside her that made her see stars. His tongue returned to her clit, flicking it mercilessly as his fingers plunged into her over and over.

Amara’s body tensed, her thighs trembling as she was pushed toward the edge. And then, with a sharp cry, she came, her release soaking his fingers as her hips jerked uncontrollably.

“Goddamn,” Jimmy muttered, licking his fingers clean, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked down at her. “You always make such a big mess, baby. Can’t get enough of you.”

Before she could catch her breath, he was on her again, dragging her into his lap. He sat back against the headboard, his sweats already discarded, his thick, heavy dick standing proud between them. The sheer size of him made her thighs clench instinctively, and Jimmy caught the flicker of awe in her eye.

“C’mon, mama,” he said, his hands gripping her waist as he guided her over him, teasing her entrance with the tip. “You’ve taken it before. You can take it again. You’re my good girl, ain’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her breath catching as she lowered herself onto him.

The stretch was intense, almost too much, and Jimmy groaned low in his throat, his fingers flexing against her hips as she sank down, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his head falling back against the headboard as he felt her walls squeezing him. “Look at you, takin’ all of me. Pussy so fuckin’ tight for me. You feel that, huh?”

Amara whimpered, shifting her hips a little. “You’re so big, Daddy,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

“I know, baby. I know,” Jimmy murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her ass, squeezing it as he began to guide her movements. “But you’re takin’ it so good. Just like you always do.”

She started to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had them both moaning. Jimmy’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, her breasts, her thighs, like he couldn’t decide where to focus.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, groaning. “Look at you. Ridin’ daddy like a pro. Fuckin’ made for me.”

Amara’s pace quickened, her thighs burning with effort as she chased the pleasure building inside her. Jimmy watched her intently, his eyes fixed on the way her body moved, the way her nails dug into his chest as she lost herself to the rhythm.

“You close, baby?” he asked, his voice teasing. “You gon’ cum on Daddy’s dick?”

“Yes, yes,” she whimpered, her head tipping back as the pleasure surged through her, overwhelming her.

Jimmy grinned, gripping her waist tighter as he thrust up into her, meeting her movements with his own. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel you.”

Her climax hit her once again, trembling as she cried and cursed out his name. Jimmy groaned, his dick twitching inside her as her walls clenched around him.

But he wasn’t done.

“Turn around,” he says softly but firm.

Amara obeyed, her body still trembling as she shifted into reverse cowgirl, her hands gripping his thighs for balance. Jimmy’s hands were back on her ass in an instant, spreading her cheeks as he guided her back onto him.

“Look at this fuckin’ view,” he muttered, giving her ass a sharp smack that made her yelp. “You’re so goddamn sexy, baby. Can’t get enough of your pretty ass.”

He thrust up into her, the angle hitting deeper than before, and Amara’s cries filled the room as he pounded into her.

“Fuck, daddy!” she sobbed, her head falling forward as tears pricked her eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her harder, faster. “You so pretty when you cry for me.”

Amara’s third orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking as her squirted around him, soaking his thighs. Jimmy didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, still pounding into her relentlessly as he chased his own climax.

“On your back mama,” he demanded, his voice rough.

She barely had time to move before he flipped her onto the mattress, folding her knees to her chest as he slid back inside her. His thrusts were deeper, slower, and Amara’s cries got louder as the pleasure overwhelmed her again.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his cock driving into her with enough force to make the bed creak. “I’m gon’ cum baby. You want that, huh? Want daddy to cum inside you?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!” she cried, her nails digging into his shoulders.

With a final, deep thrust, Jimmy came, his dick twitching as he spilled inside her, the warmth flooding her walls. He groaned low in his throat, his hips jerking as he emptied himself, his release spilling out of her as he stayed buried deep.

When he finally pulled out, Amara was trembling, her thighs soaked, her body completely spent. Jimmy grinned down at her, leaning in to kiss her softly, his lips lingering against hers.

He rolled onto his side, draping an arm over her body as they lay tangled together in the sheets. Her chest was still rising and falling heavily, a flush blooming across her brown skin as she tried to catch her breath. Jimmy’s head rested on her shoulder, his lips brushing against her collarbone, leaving lazy kisses like he was tending to a delicate flower.

“You alive down there, mama?” he murmured, grinning against her skin.

“Barely,” Amara muttered, her voice muffled as she pressed a hand to her forehead, feigning exasperation. “I can’t believe you.”

Jimmy’s eyebrows shot up in mock offense as he propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with an exaggerated pout. “What you mean you can’t believe me? Girl I’m out here givin’ you the best dick of your life, and this is the thanks I get?”

She swatted his chest lightly, but her lips betrayed her with a small smile. “You know damn well you’re a show off. Who does all that and still has the audacity to talk shit after?”

“Me,” Jimmy said proudly, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Big Jim, baby. That’s what I do.”

Amara rolled her eyes, but she was laughing now, the sound bubbling up soft and carefree. Jimmy grinned down at her, loving the sight of her like this; relaxed, happy, and vulnerable.

“You know what?” he said suddenly, his tone playful as he leaned down to kiss her again, this time pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth, then her nose, then her forehead, each kiss accompanied by a dramatic “mwah!”

Amara squirmed under his affection, giggling as she tried to push him away. “Jim, stop! You’re so annoying!”

“Nah, I ain’t stoppin’,” he said, wrapping his arms around her tighter, trapping her against him. “I’m annoyin’, but you love it. Don’t even lie.”

“Do not,” she huffed, though her grin said otherwise.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, leaning back just enough to look her in the eye. “Oh, so you don’t love it when I hold you like this? Or when I kiss you like this?” He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her lips that made her toes curl despite her resolve.

“Maybe,” she whispered, her voice soft now, her gaze flicking away shyly.

“Maybe?” Jimmy repeated, chuckling as he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Nah, mama. Say it right. You love it.”

Amara bit her lip, eyes rolling and her cheeks warm as she finally relented. “Fine. I love it.”

Jimmy beamed, his grin wide and boyish, and he pressed his forehead to hers, their noses brushing. “Damn right you do.”

The moment softened, their laughter fading into quiet, affectionate silence as Jimmy reached up to tuck a stray coil behind her ear. His hand lingered, cupping her cheek as his thumb brushed her skin.

Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he said, “Now, don’t be surprised when I tell the next interviewer they gotta ask you why they call me Big Jim. You better have somethin’ good ready to tell ‘em.”

Amara groaned, covering her face with her hands as she burst out laughing. “You’re annoying!”

“You love it though,” he teased, pulling her into his chest, holding her tight as her laughter echoed around them.

And damn it she did.

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prettymonegasque · 11 months ago

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you asked for smut requests and i shall deliver. cockwarming max as he plays video games while streaming and riding his thigh??

Max Verstappen x Reader

A/N: Is this too much to ask for? huH GOD?

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Thigh Riding, Cowgirl, Light Mastrubation, Sexting, Slight Cockwarming at the end, not proof read.

It was a quiet night. Max was streaming with Team Redline and you were watching it on your laptop from the couch with your best mates Ben and Jerry. The stream was pretty calm with Max winning the first few rounds. His ego began to grow so much he started slacking a little on the next round, he missed a few apexes and almost crashed. Yet somehow he won that round as well and started playing with Jimmy, putting the sim on autopilot. You were in the mood for a little chaos. So you decided to comment on the stream from your burner account. You found the perfect quip to comment.

sassierthansassy: looks like the world champion loves to just sit back and watch like a pillow princess

“Hey, Max. Someone commented, “looks like the world champion loves to just sit back and watch like a pillow princess. What’s your comeback man?” Chris started laughing. Max started searching for the comment on the chat and when he saw it was from your account, he knew exactly what you were doing. But he just laughed it off on the stream. He took out his phone and texted you.

Max ♥️ : You got a lot of nerve calling me pillow princess when you were the one lying on the bed helpless this morning

You: I wouldn’t call eating me out as a lot of work.

Max ♥️ : Is that why you were praising me?

You: Well I didn’t want you to know how disappointing that was, first thing in the morning.

Max ♥️ : Schatje careful. You might not like what you get later.

You: What’s a little more disappointment?

Max ♥️ : Such a brat. Come here and I’ll show you how much I love sitting back and watching.

Hook, line and sinker.

You finished up the last spoon of ice cream and walked to the sim room. You quietly opened the door, letting the cats out and stood near his setup, away from the camera. He turned off his video. “Uh guys. I think there’s some problem with the camera. The game lags when I turn it on so I’m going to turn it off for some time.” You sat on his lap and started kissing his neck but he still refused to take his eyes off the game. He simply smirked and continued navigating on screen. You traced your hands down the waistband of his joggers and started palming him.

He was quick to swat your hand away. “Not so fast princess” He whispered in your ear and patted his thigh. You knew what he meant and got to work straddling his thigh. You rocked back and forth slowly getting yourself more wet by the second. You shut your eyes and got into a steady rhythm, continuing to ride his thigh. Just when you were about to cum, Max lifted you and sat you on his cock. You hadn’t even seen him free it, so blissed out chasing your orgasm.

You sank into him and started bouncing on his cock. He was still focused on the game, you could hear chatter from his headphones. You needed to feel Max’s touch. Your entire body was on fire knowing he was so close yet so far away. You started getting whiny. You kissed him and tugged on his hair but he didn’t even blink. You rolled your hips lightly and that caught his attention. He drew in a deep breath and continued gaming.

You knew you were breaking him, so you took off your t-shirt, exposing your breasts. You pinched and pulled your nipples. You couldn’t let out any noises but that didn’t stop you from making pornographic facial expressions. You rolled your eyes and threw your head back as you rode him. Your hand snaked down and started playing with your clit.

“Fuck schatje. You’re killing me here.” You heard Max growl. Your eyes widened thinking he said that on stream. You craned your neck to find out he had turned off the stream. You finally broke him. Your smirk was quickly wiped off your face when Max started thrusting into you and sucking your nipples. “Such a little slut. So needy, had to sext in front of the whole world huh? Isn’t so fun when I just sit back and watch? Is it princess?” He questioned you with every thrust.

You were so close and let out all the noises you’d been holding back. Max moaned at your noises and started thrusting faster. “Max! I’m gonna- Fuck!” You screamed as you came all over his cock. He didn’t stop and kept thrusting into you. “Don’t be so selfish baby. Couldn’t even wait for me to cum.” He groaned as he came inside you. The aftershock was insane as you came again. The room fell quiet with only the sound of you breaths bouncing off the walls.

Max kissed your head and began to pull out of you. But when you made a protesting noise, he just laughed and pulled you in closer. You might be a handful, but you were his handful.

#max verstappen #f1 imagine #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen smut #lestappen #lestappen smut #f1 smut #f1 x reader

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venusjaynie · 9 months ago

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baby names ~ blurb

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: a cute little scenario about discussing possible baby names with your husband chris.

cw: pregnancy, a lot of dialogue

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"what about... chris junior?" your husband turns to you with a smirk.

"we've been over this. he is not having your name." you say with an exasperated eye roll, though you don't fight the smile that graces your lips.

"i know, baby, i'm just teasin'. and bernard is definitely out?" you stare at him blankly in response.

"i know you aren't even serious about that." he just laughs at you. his laughter dies down and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence, with chris slowly rubbing your bump. you're around the 5 month mark now, and you couldn't be more excited, however the discussion of a name has been long winded, and hasn't just included you and chris. "what was nick's suggestion again?"

"nick originally said jimmy, which i vetoed. i love my dad but c'mon. then he said william." chris' reaction to the name didn't show much interest.

"that's nice but he just doesn't feel like a william, y'know?" you say to chris.

"i agree. matt suggested jonathan, which i didn't really like. mom still thinks he's actually a girl 'cause she says sometimes the scans can pick things up wrong." he says while looking at you, and you hum in acknowledgement.

"maybe she's right? sometimes they are wrong. it might be worth having a few girl options just incase, right?" he nods in agreement.

"what about... christina?"

"chris!"

"kidding, kidding. i like isabella." he says seriously.

"isabella... that's pretty. i like that one. that can be an option." he smiles in satisfaction that one of his suggestions has been received well. "i really like daisy, too." chris hums thoughtfully.

"me too." he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "hey, if we do have a boy, what about theo?" a smile graces your face.

"i like theo, but can his full name be theodore so we can call him teddy?" you ask sweetly, and chris chuckles quietly.

"sure thing, babe. teddy sturniolo. he sounds like a fuckin' badass." his seriousness makes you giggle.

the two of you fall into that comfortable silence again, and chris runs his hand up and down your thigh gently.

"hey, i'm really happy i got you pregnant."

"that's an strangely romantic sentiment, where did that come from?" you ask teasingly, to which he shrugs.

"i don't know, it's just that, i never thought i'd have kids this young 'cause i'm immature as fuck, y'know? but you make me think i can be a really good dad." your heart practically melt at his answer, until he says "and obviously you look hot as fuck with my baby in you." and your smile drops, unamused. he doesn't even redact his words as you know that he means well, and as much as he's crass and crude, he is genuinely glad that the two of you are starting a little family. you reach up to press a swift kiss to his cheek as matt enters the room.

"did you guys decide on a name yet?" he asks, walking over to the two of you.

"yeah, i think we're gonna go with bernard." you say, deadly stone-faced, and you receive a death glare in response from matt, followed by a burst of laughter from your husband.

"tell me you're kidding." he says.

"of course, matthew, we are not calling our child bernard." he breathes what can only be called a sigh of relief.

"what did you pick then?"

"as of right now, we're pretty set on theodore." you tell him, running your hand over your stomach, and matt's eyebrows raise slightly in surprise.

"theodore, huh? never heard either of you mention that one before."

"yeah, we just thought of it." chris chimes in. "y/n says we can call him teddy, and i said we can call him theo, so there's plenty of nickname potential there."

"that's really cool, guys. i can't wait to meet my nephew. or niece, according to mom." matt says with a laugh. "hey, maybe it's twins and you guys just don't know yet. y'know how sometimes they can't see it on the scan? imagine if that happened to you guys. that would be insane."

matt's words make you freeze up a little. you hadn't even thought of that possibility, and while having twins would be fun, you're nervous enough for one, never mind two.

"i never even thought of that." you say with wide eyes, and matt can clearly sense the nervousness his words brought you.

"it's probably not twins, uh, they can almost always tell. you'll be fine!" he says quickly. feeling uncomfortable in the situation he created, matt awkwardly mutters out a 'sorry' and steps out of the room.

"and, babe, even if it is twins, we're gonna be amazing parents, yeah? and you're so strong so carrying those kids is gonna be light work for you, right?" chris says comfortingly. you nod, and relax again into chris' side.

you have to admit, the thought of having twins is exciting.

"yeah, it'll be fun." you say with a small smile. "we could get them little matching-but-not-matching outfits!"

"alright, sweetheart, don't get ahead of yourself, we don't even know if we're having twins yet." chris replies with a laugh.

"i know, i know. i'm just excited. and anyways, i've got another scan in a couple of weeks, so we'll know by then." he nods in response.

"imagine two mini versions of us running around." he says, secretly ecstatic at the thought of having twins.

"daisy and theo."

"fuckin' coolest duo in boston."

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this sucks ass :)

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666anxiety666 · 2 months ago

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can you maybe do Ler Swansea headcannons :3 (if you’ve already done that sorry I haven checked your blog💔)

Was gonna make a whole headcanons list for all the characters, so it thought I'd just answer this here. 🙏

🪓Mouthwashing tickle headcanons.🩸

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

Curly

LEE

🧡 this man loves tickles but will never admit it.

🧡 his tummy and ribs are his most sensitive spots.

🧡 gets embarrassed when tickling is brought up in convo.

🧡 would always lose tickle fights to jimmy when they were kids. Sometimes on purpose

🧡 will try to keep his laughter as quiet as possible before it becomes too much, and it turns into deep cackles.

🧡 "noho, wahahait! wahaHAHAHAIT-!"

🧡 hadn't been tickled in years until Daisuke, in Daisuke fashion, found out.

🧡 blushes a lot.

🧡 doesn't try very hard to get away as he doesn't want to hurt the person tickling him.

LER

🧡 as a ler, however, his confidence is brought back.

🧡 will want revenge if he's playful and will chase you down to get it.

🧡 this man will tease you the whole time. he likes to play innocent as if he isn't wrecking you underneath him.

🧡 "What? what's so funny? me? tickling you? i have no clue what you're talking about!"

🧡 "Geez, you must think I'm hilarious if you're laughing so much..!"

🧡 he's strong. the strongest guy on the ship aside from Swansea. so pinning you down won't be an issue for him. no matter

🧡 he doesn't want to hurt you or take it too far, so he will check up on you afterwards.

🧡 he's actually very good at tickling. knows everything in the god damn book to get you screaming.

🧡 his favourite thing to do is the claw with his had on the lee's stomach.

🧡 he'll also give killer raspberries. Also, the only reason he attempts to grow his beard.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Anya

LEE

🩵 she isn't overwhelmingly ticklish but still is.

🩵 she's ticklish all over, really. but the spots that really get her are her underarms, neck, and her feet. (not in a weird way obviously.)

🩵 she's a giggler in the beginning. but get one of her worst spots, and she'll be squealing.

🩵 her laughter is soft in the beginning, but after a while, she's howling.

🩵 "nohoho, plehehease..! ple-! PLEHEHEASE!"

🩵 will squeal loudly if you surprise her.

🩵 she actually doesn't mind tickles. she finds it strangely comforting. but I didn't tell you that.

🩵 she squeaks. she once did it when Curly was tickling her and was so embarrassed.

LER

🩵 she gives big sister energy when it comes to tickling honestly. her tickles can be either soft or rough depending on what they're for.

🩵 she'll be gentle if she's cheering someone up or if you're, i don't know, not Daisuke. Curly isn't off the hook either.

🩵 however. if you've pissed her off, it's war. Daisuke is a frequent victim.

🩵 she teases no matter if it's soft or rough tickles. either way, she has a way to make you flustered as hell.

🩵 "Come on, it's only a little tickle. It's not so bad... you sound so cute..!"

🩵 "Too much? maybe don't cheat then, you little asshole!"

🩵 her nails are a killer.

🩵 will feel bad if she's taken it too far, which is often the case during board games.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Daisuke

LEE

🩷 MY BOY!

🩷 this mf is ticklish everywhere isn't not even funny. more so where there's muscle or bones.

🩷 his worse spots are his tummy, thighs, and hips.

🩷 he'll be giggling before you've even started. he hates anticipation. It makes him very flustered.

🩷 hates it when people blow in his ears. He'll squeal.

🩷 be ready to give chase if he's not sitting or lying down. cause this man will run for his damn life.

🩷 he secretly gets in lee moods a lot. its makes him very flustered and has a hard time asking for help.

🩷 was also very confused when he first got one and was freaking out.

🩷 that's why he'll annoy and provoke anyone around him.

🩷 on the very rare chance he has asked for tickles. he's very, very embarrassed about it.

🩷 he's very weak to rib counting and raspberries.

🩷 has a very loud and high-pitched laugh. you'll think someone is being murdered.

🩷 "NOHO, STAHAHAHAP! IHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY!

🩷 is sensitive to any and every form of tickling.

🩷 will giggle like crazy at soft tickles.

LER

🩷 like Anya, he's giving older brother vibes.

🩷 he's surprisingly strong, not Curly level strong, but can pin you down well.

🩷 knows where everyone is ticklish and it's scary.

🩷 his teases are ruthless. knows exactly what will make you flustered.

🩷 "Aw! right here? it tickles right here, right? I'll have to stay right here then!'

🩷 "At this point, i may never stop!"

🩷 he definitely knows every trick in the book, and one hundred per cent tells jokes to make it seem like you're laughing at them.

🩷 will sometimes take it too far. but will always try not to and make sure you're okay.

🩷 will get excited if anyone asks them to tickle them. he'll act like he's just been asked to serve the country.

🩷 teams up with Anya on occasion.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Swansea

LEE

💜 I can't really think of much for Lee Swansea.

💜 I'd say he's a little ticklish on his tummy and sides.

💜 but will quickly swat you away before telling you off. (Daisuke 👀)

💜 has a very wheezy and gruff laugh.

💜 "h-hey-! enohough yohohou..!"

LER

💜 now ler Swansea is different.

💜 he raised two daughters, to he used to play tickle monster with them both.

💜 and ever since Daisuke came into his life, the intern is like the son he never had. so poor Daisuke gets it the most.

💜 when he's in a playful mood, he'll tickle Daisuke for anything. not listening, to cheer him up, to wake him, or just because.

💜 he knows every technique in the book, too. He was a former tickle monster, after all.

💜 he teases a lot. like, this man's will make sure to make you feel even worse better than you already do.

💜 "Listen to ya! squealin' like a damn girl."

💜 "Maybe if ya had gotten your lazy ass up, we wouldn't be here, would we?"

💜 always knows when to back off or when you've had enough.

💜 sometimes will laugh along with you. Only if he's feeling playful.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Jimmy

(I know, I know it's jimmy, but let's just pretend he's normal... ish. he's still mean, but he doesn't do any of his crazy shit he did in the game. 😭)

LEE

❤️ he's definitely ticklish, yet he'll never admit it for as long as he lives. he claims it's weak.

❤️ Curly is the only one who knows where he's ticklish and is the only one allowed to tickle him.

❤️ he's a fighter and will kick or punch.

❤️ the only spot he's really ticklish and will get a laugh out of him is his knees.

❤️ squeezing them will get a yell out of him. he'll kick and do anything to get you off.

❤️ his laugh his wheezy and grumbly.

❤️ will swear and insult you through his laughter.

❤️ "g-gehehet the fuhuhuHUUCK OFF MEHE-! FUHUCK YOHOHOU!"

❤️ i wouldn't try to tickle if you're not Curly. you will not survive.

LER

❤️ he's evil. very evil.

❤️ this man is not letting you go until you physically fight him off you. or you're in tears.

❤️ the only two people he's tickled before are Curly, who he's more careful with. but Daisuke? Daisuke had learned his lesson way too many times not to poke fun at Jimmy.

❤️ rough tickles. Damn rough tickles.

❤️ this man will hunt. you. down just to teach you not to mess with him.

❤️ is mean even when he's tickling.

❤️ "It tickles? that's kinda the point, dumbass."

❤️ "Jesus, just how sensitive are you? its kinda embarrassing..."

❤️ will fight you just to pin you down.

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Absolutely loved writing these. They were great fun! 🙏 you can tell who my favourite character is. 💀

Make sure to send over your own headcanons if you wish.

#mouthwashing tickle #mouthwashing tickles #tickle headcanons #mouthwashing headcanons #mouthwashing daisuke #mouthwashing curly #mouthwashing anya #mouthwashing swansea #mouthwashing jimmy

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joeys-babe · 1 year ago

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Joey B Blurbs: Can’t Take My Eyes off You

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Summary: Date night! Joe can't help but express how infatuated he is with you. I mean, you drive him crazy.

(Part Two to - Part 1)

Warnings: Fluff, slight dirty talk

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*Continuation of part one!*

It was just thirty minutes after my prank on Joe. He was currently sitting on the bathroom counter, watching me put on my makeup.

Just a little bit ago, Joe was rolling his eyes as I rewatched the prank footage, every laugh that left my lips making his glare harsher, but now he gazed at me with so much love behind his eyes.

I was still just in one of his T-shirts as I got ready, but to him that made me more enticing.

“Yes?” - you laughed

Joe just smiled at me, though it was clear I broke him out of his trance.

“You’re so beautiful.” - Joe grinned

“Thanks, handsome.” - you

My eyes found their way to his blushed cheeks, and mine only mirrored his.

“Love you, Mama.” - Joe

“Love you too, Joey.” - you

After setting my eyeshadow palette down, I moved between Joe’s legs, put my hands on his thighs, and placed a big kiss on his lips.

When I moved away and grabbed my curling iron, Joe only kept his gaze on me.

“Pardon my staring…” - Joe

“It's okay.” - you smiled

“I can’t take my eyes off you.” - Joe

I felt my cheeks heat up, just like Joe’s did moments before and attempted to hide my blush by looking down.

“That rug is nice, but if I were you, I'd be looking at the pretty girl in the mirror.” - Joe

“Joe, stop.” - you giggled

Joe loved teasing me with a lot of praise because he knew it got to me.

“I'll stop, but I'm still gonna watch you.” - Joe

“Perfectly fine with that, I just gotta kick you out when I put my dress on.” - you

“Perfectly fine with that.” - Joe echoed your words

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Hair curled, makeup done, dress on, now heels…

Were heels the best option for a pregnant woman? No, but no other shoe option looked good with my dress.

Joe was for sure going to comment on it but in the end, he’ll listen to me and let me keep them on if I want.

Robin and Jimmy had just picked Miles and Tyson up to take them to their house for the night till tomorrow morning.

That being said, Joe told me he could be very vocal about what he thought about me in my dress.

I didn't keep him waiting for too long, and soon I was making my way down the stairs.

Joe stood at the bottom of them, a wide grin on his face as his eyes found me.

“Woah…” - Joe

My smile only got wider as I watched Joe’s eyes travel over my body. He winced when he looked down at my shoes and ran up the stairs to me.

“C’mere. It’s not safe for you to wear those heels down the stairs.” - Joe

He opened his arms, and I knew the drill. My arms wrapped around his neck as Joe picked me up bridal style.

Somehow, Joe walked down the stairs with ease and didn't let go of me till we were on solid ground.

“Thank you, baby.” - you

“No prob. But… I mean what kind of husband would I be if I let my pregnant wife walk down the stairs in those heels?” - Joe

“A normal one, probably.” - you laughed

Joe laughed along with me for a second before speaking up.

“You should know I'm not a normal husband by now.” - Joe

“You really aren't. Most husbands aren't perfect like you.” - you winked

“Don’t look at me like that, Mama. You know what it does to me.” - Joe

Out of nowhere, the sexual tension filled the room. It was more overwhelming than Joe’s blue-eyed gaze on me.

“What’s that mean?” - you

Joe moved forward and wrapped his arms around me, his eyes trailing from my eyes, then lips, then baby bump.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, even more, now that you're pregnant.” - Joe

I’d never get over how Joe constantly made me feel like the sexiest, most gorgeous mommy out there.

“Can’t wait to put another baby in you...” - Joe

“Aye! Slow your roll, there, hot stuff, this one isn’t even out yet.” - you

Joe laughed loudly but kept his arms around me.

“I was just playin’.” - Joe

I moved away to look into his smiling face which in a matter of seconds had faltered into a devious expression.

“Maybe..” - Joe

“Joseph Lee!” - you slapped his chest playfully

His smile returned to his face as Joe pulled away from me and took one of my hands in his, lacing our fingers together as he walked to the front door.

“Let's go, Mama.” - Joe

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While at dinner at Jeff Ruby’s, we were in our regular secluded corner, I had dropped my fork.

Joe insisted that I use his and he would go up to find a server and get one, but I told him I'd rather get up and walk around for a second.

With the biggest RBF he could muster up, Joe agreed to let me get up but said not to leave his sight.

Unbeknownst to me, Joe snapped a picture of me as I stood just a few feet away from our table.

When the picture popped up on his phone, Joe felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at it, zooming in on my features.

I had Joe’s suit jacket draped over my shoulders, and the way my dress accentuated my bump only made me more desirable to him.

That's my wife, Joe thought.

He grinned to himself as he watched me talk to a waitress and get a new set of silverware.

As I walked back to our table, I slightly gave Joe a “What are you up to?” look as I saw his cheeky grin.

He shrugged it off and continued smiling at me.

“Can’t take my eyes off you.” - Joe grinned

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Authors note: well, that ending is terrible.

Requests for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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trippinsorrows · 4 months ago

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https://x.com/hourlyroman/status/1844540517222129691?s=46

https://x.com/mindfulofmani/status/1844563126622032232?s=46

found these tweets on my tl and they give ltye 😩 like the second tweet just said

sitting in his chair in his office, staring with a blank yet killersome expression, roman is annoyed. granted, one could argue that he's always annoyed, and maybe he is.

but, it's only because people are fucking idiots who lack reading comprehension as well as the ability to follow basic instructions.

and he hates that shit. hates when someone's fuck up requires his intervention.

that's usually when said someone ends up hurt. or dead.

but, this time around, both of the prior options, typical for him, are pushed all the way from his mind with the tentative knock on his office door.

immediately sitting up in his chair, roman calls out, "come in."

and as soon as the door open, the fluffiness of dulce speeds by, the dimwitted puppy rushing over to him with all the excitement only to settle herself into the bed that at some point got moved to his office. he might or might not have been the one to do it on a day where all her damn whining was getting so bothersome that he just placed her by him so she'd shut up.

and from that day on, she seems to have the impression that this is also another room where she can settle her lazy ass in the overpriced bed and lounge the day away.

but his brief irritation with the unemployed squatter is again washed away by soft, thick thighs and an innocent smile. roman's gaze easily falls to solana's shapely legs that are on full display in her short little dress.

if there's one thing he'll acknowledge he owes naomi and bayley credit for, it'll always be their dedication in helping solana dress more confidently, cause goddamn.

"you don't have to knock, solana." roman has told her this several times before, and yet every time, she approaches him like she's everyone else. like she needs to be cautious and tentative.

she shrugs, walking over, explaining. "i just don't want to interrupt if you're in a meeting or something."

"doesn't matter," is his easy dismissal as he reaches for her. grabbing her by her hips, he tugs her close, plopping her down in her rightful spot. on his lap. "seeing and speaking to you is better than any damn meeting."

roman can practically see the shy smile on her pretty face as he peppers his lips over her shoulder. "you okay?"

she nods. "are you busy?" he sighs against her, feeling the way she tenses at his reaction. "solana, how many times do i have to tell you that i'm never too busy for you? you need something, just tell me."

she looks over at him, roman both hating and appreciating the way she shifts on his lap. this dress is nice and all, but all that ass she has moving on his dick like that doesn't do anything to help his resolve and desire to prop her up on his desk and fuck her until his name is the only thing she knows how to say.

"i know, i just.....it's kind of silly." she shrugs.

"it's not." he doesn't even know what it is. doesn't need to know. he just knows her being dismissive of it is a good indication that it's not anything frivolous. "tell me."

roman watches the way she opens and closes her mouth at least twice. overthinking. she's gotten a lot better with it, but there's still room for growth.

"i was......i was wondering if–if we–" she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "if we could go out to dinner again sometime." roman is slightly taken back. of all the things, he wasn't expecting that. "i don't mind cooking. i really don't, but–it was really nice that time we went, even though i know you were upset jimmy interfered."

it's nearly impossible for roman to hide his scowl at the memory of that. not the dinner. she's right. that part was nice. just the part where his annoying ass cousin snooped his nose in business that didn't involve him. that's what has roman rolling his eyes.

solana giggles at his expression, and it's music to his ears. an appreciated sight and gift on a relatively stressful day. as per usual with any interaction with her.

she always seems to make him feel better. whether she realizes it or not. whether she's trying to or not. it's just her gift in this life, it seems. her.

she's his gift.

solana continues, anging her body toward him, roman relaxing even more when she moves her hands around his neck. "so maybe if you look at your calender and see a date that works–"

"tonight." roman cuts her off. "let's go tonight."

her jaw drops, and again, he has to push inappropriate thoughts away. "but–but, you have work."

"i always have work, sol." and he always will. "shit can wait." the world won't end because roman decides to take a night off to take his fine ass wife out to dinner. "we'll go tonight. i'll have a restaurant cleared for us."

she pouts. and yet again, more self-restriction. "but, what about the other people? we can dine with oth–"

"fuck them." his interruption is said with all the seriousness. "i don't give a damn about them. they can do something else."

roman stands up, chuckling at solana's gasp as she tightens her hold onto him. it's brief movement. barely anything. he simply sets her on his desk, scooting her back just enough for where he needs her.

"my wife wants to go to dinner, so i'm taking her to dinner." he continues, solana smiling as he kisses on her neck and moves his hands under her dress, hands messing with the waistband of her underwear.

"roman....." it's a hard groan to suppress. he'll never get tired of hearing his name come out of her mouth. especially when it's breathy and needy. "what–this is your office."

"mmmhmm." he starts tugging, helping her lift her ass off the desk just enough for him to pull them off. her expression is damn near priceless as she watches him stuff them into his pocket. "and?"

"i–this is im–mportant." her stuttering increases as his fingers gloss over lips, nectar already starting to pool just from his light touches. "we ca–" she stops, gripping him by his shoulders when he dips a finger inside her tight little hole.

"yes, it is." roman's dick twitches in his pants watching the way her head falls back, her mouth open before she bites down on her bottom lip. "you want me to stop?"

he will. always will. if that's what she wants.

but, it's not, and he knows it. it's confirmed with how she shakes her head no, taking him by surprise when her cheeks redden, and she makes a surprising but pleasant request of her own. "your....your mouth."

fuck. roman hovers his lips over the top of her breast, fighting temptation to rid her of the dress altogether. "where do you want my mouth?"

she whines underneath him, and he smiles. he's patient with her but never shies away from the opportunity to help her grow with her confidence. with her assertiveness regarding what she wants and how she wants it.

she swallows, answering in a quiet voice. "o–on me."

roman can admit his next act, curling his finger inside of her, watching her arch off the desk, is borderline cruel. definitely teasing. "it is, baby."

"roman," another whine followed by her shifting on the desk, hand moving down to his bicep. "p–please."

another chuckle as he navigates his thumb near her clit. "please what?" he's not really expecting her to say it, recognizes it may be too soon. that she's not there just yet, but it doesn't stop him from trying.

he's just as pleased when she moves her hand to the top of his head and starts to push down, clearly guiding him to where she wants him. his smirk grows as he takes over, climbing on his knees and pushing her dress up to her waist. he's certain pre-cum spills from his dick at the sight of her pussy. pretty and glistening. just for him. always for him.

"that's my girl."

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the photos inspired me, friend 😭😭😭😭

#ari answers #ltye ask #ltye short

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

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So a bit sad ask. Burying your cat, the kids are sad and they are confused why it happened , so the reader and max/george kinda have to explain about what happened (introduction about life and death) , reader is extra sad cause its the cat she know for a long time

I just buried one of the strey cat that stay around my house so.......🙃 Yeahhhh so hug your pet please for meeee

Note: I'm so sorry 🥺 sending you a big big hug ✨️

Cw: death of a pet (cat), mentions burial and talking to kids about death

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing we can do", the vet said as you and Max sighed, stroking Jimmy's fur as he laid down on his carrier, cuddled up to the blanket. The cat hadn't been behaving like he usually does, and after the kids pointed out the same, you took him to the vets. After a couple of scans and tests, they told you the worst news you expected to hear.

After prescribing medications to keep him comfortable at home, you took your four pawed child home, your hand in Max's thigh as he drove while he rubbed the top of your palm with his thumb, "want to share what's on your mind?", you mumbled.

"It's... I knew this would happen someday, but it's sad still", Max spoke after gathering his thoughts for a bit, "I know, I feel the same. At least he can be home with us, and he won't be in pain", you attempted at lightning the mood.

When you woke up to Sassy tapping the duvet, your heart squeezed as you shook your husband awake, "Max", you called as he noticed the scene, knowing why you woke him up before the alarm. In their cat beds, Jimmy laid perfectly still, no other movements other than Sassy meowing and trying to get him to move by touching his nose.

You brought them downstairs, preparing the spot in the garden once the kids woke up, "I'm sad, mama", Finn finally spoke as Julia stayed in Max's lap, her little hand clutching his t-shirt as she cried quietly.

"It's okay to feel sad, my love, and to cry, too", you explained, "everything you feel is valid, okay? And we are all here to go through this together", you smiled sadly, Max squeezing your hand in his.

"Why does this happen?", Julia asked honestly, "we'll, princess, this is a part of life. Jimmy got to live many, many years with us - he was a lot older than you and Finn - and now he got sick. He was in a little bit of pain, that's why me and mama gave the medications. And he got to be very loved for all of it", Max tried his best to explain to the little girl, "it's not fair", she chirped in, "I know, Julia", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Is Sassy going to die, too?", Finn spoke up, his mind taking him one step further as Julia looked up at her parents so she could hear the answer, "one day, yes. The doctor said we don't have anything to worry about, Sassy is very healthy and should have some healthy years left. But yes, it will happen", you explained.

"Well", Finn said as he pushed Sassy closer to the four of you, "when we're going to continue to love you so wo so much, Sassy", he declared.

After saying one last goodbye in the garden, you and Max prepared a little station so the kids could make a scrapbook, using the small printer to print out photos of the best memories you had with Jimmy, "is this me?", Julia asked at the picture where the cats where smelling the new baby, "That's Finn, actually, it was the first day we brought him home. When we brought you home, the cats were so excited we didn't even take a picture of the first time you met them, but this one here is you", you grabbed it, showing her a picture of her taking a nap with the cats around her, "I was so tiny", she commented.

"This was the day Jimmy accidentally fell in the pool", Finn showed Max, who was glueing down the last sticker down on the page, giggling as the memory came up, "he had to swim to the edge and mama helped him out, he even scratched her hand, remember?", he recalled before showing it to Julia, "you were little still, but you should've seen him! He just swam as hard as he could!".

When Max put the kids to bed, he found you sitting against the headboard of your bed, Sassy on your lap and your hands stroking the soft fur, stopping when the wiped your cheeks, "hey, liefje", Max said, taking off his t-shirt and climbing next to you as you cuddled his naked torso as Sassy went back to the cat bed, "they're the first cats I truly cared over - you know my family are mostly dog people - and it's sad", you pouted, "remember when he kept biting my ankles when I first came over to your flat?", you giggled as Max did the same, "yes! I was so embarrassed because I thought you'd never want to come back", Max added, "Oh, so many memories with that little fur ball".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

#max verstappen blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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dadsbongos · 19 days ago

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last tin on the left

3.9 k words / warnings - not proofread, rape, pinv sex, fem reader, 1 homophobic sentiment from jimmy, JIMMY

summary - trailer park princess asks her scruffy neighbor, jimmy, to give her and her friend a ride to their concert. jimmy wants payment in flesh.

jimmy for @xyfanficarchive and daisuke for @toxycodone

“Hey, Mr. Zare!”

Must be eight, then. He loses track of time while sitting out on the elevated metal stoop to his trailer. Scratchy strapped jammy pants and a loose beater prevents none of the chilled morning air from sighing over him, blowing the steam from his cheap instant coffee into his face. One knee bent off the handrail with a cigarette dangling between two fingers. And both eyes locked on you as you bounce down the steps to your parents’ trailer,

“Early morning, huh?” you offer, positively beaming. Thighs glittering in the sunlight beneath that frilly little skirt. A bubblegum scrunchie folds neatly around your wrist.

“No school today?” he wonders, sizing up the pearly white polo tucked into your waistband. The neat sectioning of your hair in its style. Lips glossed and lashes combed darkly. He raises the light to his lips and fills his lungs with tar.

A soft, “I graduated!” peels out between bursts of laughter.

“Oh…” Jimmy flicks ash beneath the silver rail and watches it cascade onto the dirt lot below, “Guess I missed that.”

“I told my mom to invite you… She probably forgot.”

“Probably,” Jimmy snorts, “Or she doesn’t like me.”

You frown, “Why wouldn’t she like you?”

Lots of reasons could be given to land Jimmy on any shitlist belonging to any particular person in this park. Sometimes he ashes his cigarettes in old lady Lottie’s teeny plot of daisies. Riles up the burnout kid next over’s dog at night. Screams until he’s red in the face when he’s drunk.

“You and my buddy Curly might be the only people that do like me.”

Rather than acknowledge what he’s said, you merely beam brighter, “Ohhh, Curly! That’s the big blondie, right?”

Jimmy’s eyes slither along the bone of your shin, skimping right up your abdomen and lingering just at your cupid’s bow before finally meeting your eyes. He raises a brow at you, “You been eyeing the lug?”

“Not really! God, no, that’d be…” you laugh a little too hard, smile a skosh too wide and your lashes crinkle just a bit tighter than they have to, “That’d be so weird… he’s your friend! And isn’t he, like, way older than me?”

“Probably, he’s turning forty-two this year.”

Humming quietly, gnawing a cherry bottom lip, you nod as if any of this information is relevant, “Probably, yeah… uhm. Anyway!”

Jimmy slurps down more scalding liquid, flicking out more ash. This time at the toe of your squeaky sneakers. A greyed fleck smears over the rounded edge. When half his mug is empty, all air and brown ringlet stains, he rears straight into his smoke.

“Anyway… I was- well- I had… a question?”

“Did you?” he glances over your shoulder.

Your parents’ trailer is sleepy. Not even that stray your mother is fond of is curling around the corner, nosing for food. Every light behind the slatted windows out.

“Can’t ask your dad?” is grumbled between puffs.

“He already said no…” you lock your hands shyly behind your back, battling your eyes down at your neighbor and kicking a rock out from where it’d been buried in dirt, “I need a ride tonight…”

Jimmy’s brow ticks with annoyance. Hand tightening around the plain mug in his hand. Chest bristling with all the indignation singing to him to say something befitting of that abrupt request: fuck off no go die.

Sensing the ruthless rejecting ruminating on his tongue, you bring your hands up. Knotting them under your chin and jutting that fat bottom lip out like it’s got gold inside, “Please?! I’ll pay you back, promise!”

“With what money?”

“My friend’s got money!”

“Money you don’t have.”

“He already said he’d pay my dad, so I’m sure he’ll pay you too!”

“‘He’,” Jimmy scoffs, slotting his cigarette in his mouth and standing. Sucking out the last hits of tobacco before he crawls inside and slams the door in your face, “I’m not taking you and your boyfriend out to fuck.”

“Ewww, he’s not my boyfriend! And we’re definitely not- ugh, having sex. He’s my friend, we’re going to a concert together.”

“Why’d you waste money on tickets without planning a ride?”

“His mom said she’d take us.”

“He doesn’t drive?”

“No.”

Jimmy spits out the wasted stick and stomps it dead, guzzling the last mouthfuls of coffee before searing judgmentally, “Why not?”

“I dunno… just never learned.”

“Why doesn’t his mom still take you?”

Rolling your eyes, you groan out with folded arms, clenching with frustration, “Ugh! He pissed her off! He wasn’t doing his chores while she and his dad worked, so she called him a slacker and said forget it. We’re lucky he can even go out tonight still…”

“Where is it?”

You cringe, digging the toe of your shoe deeper into the earth, worming your lips around in a lock before seething. Teething glaring at him. Canines beared with utmost sympathy before you clip, “Flagstaff…”

“Bullshit. Two hours out?”

“Yeah…”

Jimmy glares at you without respite. Not refusing, and he lets it linger on purpose. He wants more than money. Doesn’t quite know what yet -or maybe that boil in his gut tells him he does, he just can’t choke it out as a word.

You’re a graduate though, apparently, so you’re smart, apparently, and you catch on. You must, because you’re chirping like a wounded bird, “Please, please, Mr. Zare, I’ll do anything!”

“‘Anything’?”

“Anything!”

Instantly, your payment is sealed in his mind. Whether you realize it or not -which, again, if you graduated you’ve gotta be smart enough to piece two and one and make three- you’re not owing him monetarily. That little polo from your mom’s closet is going to be on the bed of his truck. Or trailer. Or fisted into his hand. Or somewhere on the cold dirt far back into the treeline.

“Alright,” he dumps the gritty final skim of coffee over the side of his stoop, “When?”

“Well the show’s at eight, so like…” you twiddle your thumbs, suddenly skittish, “Five?”

“Your little friend has to be here by then, I’m not picking up some boy for you.”

“Okay!” you entirely ignore the sentiment of that statement, clapping excitedly with the teeniest squeal, “No problem, thank you! You’re the best, Mr. Zare!”

Fluttering down the dusty trail toward your family trailer, you wave him goodbye. Real kindly. Sugary sweet voice lulling across the short lot. Raised right- you don’t belong here, and you don’t belong in the passenger seat of his beaten muddy truck.

But you wind up there at 4:45 PM all the same, with some scrawny bleach-brained boy in a pink shirt on the other side of your arm.

The kid is babbling, rubbing his stomach. Jimmy is ignoring him, intentionally.

But you’re just sweet as fucking pie, always have to be, and you’re gently poking Jimmy’s bicep with those big batting eyelashes. Cutely murmuring, “Daisuke’s hungry… can we stop somewhere?”

Jimmy throws a glare through his peripherals, lips pursing, “Is he paying?”

Daisuke jumps, flushing, stunned before jerking his head in two chunky nods, “Yeah, man! I got it!”

‘man’ as if Jimmy is one of his fucking bros. He hopes this kid gets trampled tonight.

“Closest thing by is fine,” Daisuke adds, scrambling a hand through his grown out dyed hair. Nails raking through black roots as his head swivels for the nearest junk spot, “There’s a drive thru right there!”

Jimmy sighs through his nose, loud and overly apparent. The way anyone does when they want you to know they’re extremely irritated without having to say it, and fortunately for him everyone in the car is too young and nice to call him out. Instead, you and your friend just blink over at him wide-eyed as he swerves beneath the golden arches drive thru.

He waits exactly two seconds behind a blue BMW before veering leftward for the lot in front of the door. Grunting out complaints, something something too long, something shut-ins taking all day.

“Just get the hell out and order something,” Jimmy cracks the window and breaches his pocket, shaking loose a ricketing pack of Pall Malls.

Daisuke glances at you, shrugging. You shrug back. Whispers grate the back of his neck as he lights the end, watching it bleed out before plumes of smoke rise. Watching him watch the cigarette, is you -- through your lashes with both hands buried in the fabric of your skirt. Longer than the one from earlier, a little darker too. Purplish black. Maybe velvet material, he can’t be sure but what he does know is it stank like old lady perfume when you climbed into his truck.

“Do you want anything, Mr. Zare?” the kid asks, drawling it out a little too long. Spacey and full of holes.

Jimmy simply shakes his head. Doesn’t even thank him for asking.

Again, you merely shrug. Too young and too polite and too grateful for the two hour drive ahead.

Daisuke slinks out, promising to be quick. Waves at you through the window screen all cute like and cuts into the building. Leaving you and Jimmy and the stench of his smoking and a bird cawing outside.

“Uhm, did you think of the favor yet?” your leg starts bouncing, rocking the parked car in place.

“Stop shaking,” is all you get.

“Sorry…”

Jimmy kicks ash over the ridge of his window, glaring out through nicked glass. He fills his lungs just to have an excuse to not answer you. Not necessarily to put you on edge, but maybe to give you the idea of what he’s going to request. The longer the stilted silence goes on, the more awkward it gets; read between the lines, you fucking graduate, don’t you watch movies?

“Mr. Zare…?” you cross your legs, sinking down in the seat like some frail doll. Nails loudly clicking as you scrape them off one another. When he neither grunts or turns, you clear your throat: drier than sand. You try to swallow but only an eyedropper of saliva comes up. Teeth chittering, chest tight, you prod, “Uh… Mr. Zare?”

Your only acknowledgement is the brief dart of his eyes toward you. Lips still glued around the cylinder’s filter.

“You’re not, like, gonna ask for sex, right?”

Jimmy pauses. Plucks the smoke from his mouth to hang it out the window in one hand with the other braced on his knee. Head slowly swinging your way, brows furrowed and jaw clamped shut. Scanning you over with all the hurry of an old, fat dog.

“You, uh,” he croaks, very obviously observing the way your strapped top dips low into your cleavage. And your legs are bound in that dark skirt, with fishnets beneath. Your mom’s heels on your feet -a touch too big but you make them work, “You think I’m asking?”

When he says nothing more -not even a laugh escaping- you try tossing the line away. A quiet giggle choking through your teeth.

He just stares at you. Hawk-like. Or snake-ish. Shark-ey. Whatever he is, he looks like he eats meat.

Daisuke rips the door open with a greasy brown bag hugged to his chest. Without hesitation you spin in your seat and practically puke out,

“I have to pee!”

“Huh?” Daisuke steps back to let you out, “Why didn’t you go earlier?”

You plant two hands on the sides of the seat to shuffle out until Jimmy’s coughing, “Sit down. We’re gonna be late.”

Daisuke hisses through his teeth, “Sorry, I didn’t think I took that long…”

He slides in, caging you against Jimmy.

“No, really, I have to go,” you shiver into your boy’s side. Practically moulding into the gap under his arm.

“Hold it, you can go when we get there,” Jimmy reverses, completely skipping you over. Not glaring or ogling.

It makes you feel a little crazy. Paranoia clawing down your spine, interrogating your own memory of what he actually just said. If he’s genuinely that type? You didn’t think so, you don’t think so.

“Sorry,” Daisuke assumes your clinginess, your incessant shaking, is from that tightening coil in your bladder. Smiling at you full of apology before digging into the paper bag, peeling the edges back to show off his dinner, “Want some fries? Maybe the potato will soak up your pee.”

Grimacing, you can only sniffle at his innocence, “That’s not how that works, Daisuke…”

“It is with liquor.”

“Piss isn’t stored in the stomach.”

“It should be.”

“If you’re gonna keep whining, I can pull off in the woods,” suggests Jimmy, scratching through his scuff with hazy eyes. Said as an afterthought.

Similarly, without much thought, you nod eagerly and rake your nails into Daisuke’s arm, nodding, “Yes, please?! Yes, yes.”

Leaves and loose branches crunch beneath his crusty tires as Jimmy veers sideways, between two thick trees facing into the lush. Before he can even spare you a glance, you’re hurriedly sliding along the seat -- slamming into Daisuke’s side, knotting both hands in his shirt and fucking shoving him out of the truck.

You hiss up at him after slipping free, “Do you have to pee, Daisuke?”

“Not really…” he shrugs you off his arm, slanting back against Jimmy’s beaten truck.

“But you’ll have to, probably? Right?” you weasel a hand back into his. Clammy and shaking, you think he has to notice something is simply OFF. Your hand for one, and you’re pushing too hard, and you’re looking up at him like he’s going to bite you, “So why not just try now?”

“Ehhhh,” Daisuke squeezes your hand, cheeks flushing, and releases you with an airy giggle, “I don’t have to go, but I’ll stick right here for you.”

“Daisuke…” you whimper, lips warbling. At this point, you two might be able to run out faster than Jimmy could crawl from his truck if you just told him to speed for it.

“Hey,” jumping at the sudden grunt, your head ticks toward the man stretched over the wheel. Long arms around the bend and scowling at you through the window, his door popped with a leg poking free, “You gonna go or what? We’ll be late.”

He’s anticipating it, your loose lips.

“Uh, sorry…” you slither back, shooting Daisuke a glance he cluelessly blinks at before turning and dragging yourself beyond the treeline.

Beneath the hanging bush no rays of orange light kiss your face, you can barely make out the impression of your own quivering hand on a tree. Darkness warping the swollen vines of each trunk, overgrown grass braiding over itself as it tickles your knee. A buzz fwips beneath your ear, something bead-sized careening straight into your pulse before it loudly flutters back and zips away. Bark scrapes off into the creases of your palm as you brace to circle back.

Surely, you pray, surely Daisuke would understand when you’re hidden behind a tree and waving him into the woods. No way did he graduate with honors but he’s of sound mind, you assume. Or at least not so dense as to not read the upset crank in your face.

Rounding a few extra trees for safe distance, you slowly peek around an empty gap -- a clearing just wide enough to observe the crusted truck. Daisuke’s head is rolled against the passenger side window, eyes low and long fingers drawing patterns into the dashboard. You slide a few inches aside, neck craning in search of Jimmy only to find the driver’s seat vacant. Crouching does not unveil him beneath the truck. Sliding the opposite way does not reveal him laid in the bed. Not even his tattered boots can be seen scuffling between tires.

Darting with low knees, you snake over uncut grass and slick against the side of the truck. Rapidly tapping your knuckles on the side, spitting wind through clenched teeth,

“Psst! Psst!”

Jumping in his seat, Daisuke only smiles at you, “You’re back. That Jimmy dude left to go find you.”

“Good, c’mon, c’mon!” you rip open the side door, clawing into his shirt and lugging him toward you. Until he’s stumbling out over you, tripping on your feet and smacking his jaw into your shoulder.

Rubbing the sore joint, Daisuke frowns at you, “Sorry, Jesus- what’s your deal-?!”

“Shut up,” you hiss, whipping the pair of you around to run down the road until some unsuspecting trucker rolls up and saves you both.

Jimmy’s dead eyes stop you. Lidded and dark, jaw straight sans the unsymmetrical scar stretching over his cupid’s bow. Shoulders squared with a knife in his right hand. Blade glinting even as the sun fades.

“Uh, Mr. Zare?” Daisuke steps back.

Two steps. Two steps you should’ve curved towards nice old Lottie’s trailer instead. Two steps past the door to where your dad was passed out on the couch, where you should’ve groveled instead. Two steps is all it takes Jimmy to grab you by the arm, bruising his prints into your bicep while Daisuke watches with both hands raised.

“Does he touch you?” Jimmy doesn’t wait for a response, “Does he kiss you?” he nudges a chin towards Daisuke, “Show me, kid, show me how a man kisses his girl.”

Daisuke balls fists on either side and scrunches his eyes. Taking two fucking steps toward you and cupping your cheeks. Thumbs curving along bone as his soft lips press against yours. Absurdly chaste while there’s a knife in your back, he tastes like strawberry chapstick.

“Touch her, big man,” Jimmy’s jab dies as a snicker right by your ear, “Go on, she was gonna fuckin’ let you tonight anyway, right?”

Daisuke’s cheeks enflame, he pulls away just to hide his face from you again. Cheek to your forehead as he swallows hard. Palms oozing sweat against your face.

“I- I- I can’t……”

“I- I- I- I wasn’t asking,” Jimmy mocks, kicking Daisuke onto his back. The younger man ‘oofs’ and groans in agony while Jimmy wrings you into his side with one arm and the other swoops down to drag Daisuke over rocks and dirt until he’s propped against Jimmy’s truck tire.

His thumb sweeps along the curve of your waist almost affectionately and you feel bile burn the back of your throat. He spreads Daisuke’s legs with his boot and pricks the fold of Daisuke’s jeans with his knife, spitting for him to peel them off.

“Not hard yet,” Jimmy’s hand on your waist comes up to squeeze a tit, rough hands searing through your shirt, “With a pretty thing like this grabbing onto you? You gay?”

Daisuke keeps his eyes low, frantic fingers fumbling his fly.

“Help his ass out, baby,” he grunts in your ear. Cigarette stink wafting into your face.

Jimmy shoves you onto your knees, dirt flying up staining the material of your mom’s skirt. Jagged rocks skinning the palms of your hands. When you don’t immediately claw at Daisuke’s pants, the heel of his boot finds your ass to kick you forward. Scratching your nose against the teeth of Daisuke’s zipper.

Without any thought behind it at all, Daisuke’s hips jump against your mouth. The quietest ‘sorry’ slips out seconds later. When you try to pick your head up, Jimmy stomps it back down and encourages Daisuke to hump.

Lean thighs twitch around your head. Daisuke hesitates, then firmly plants both feet in the ground and mewls when his groin smushes into the fat of your cheek. You reach around his hip to at least shuck open the offensive material binding his cock rather than let denim serrate your face.

Half-hard and still pudgy, Daisuke flops out. He can’t look you in the eye whatsoever, preferring instead to let his gaze linger at your lips. That avoidant stare remains strong, even as he fists his pitching chub to feed into your parted mouth.

Tongue poking out to softly lave up from his balls to his reddening tip, already leaking over the bridge of your nose.

“Sorry,” Daisuke whispers, eyes clenched but he’s trying to coax you to take him into your warm mouth, “Sorry… sorry…”

A hard tug at the bottom of your skirt is the only warning you get before a second pressure at the hem drives upward. Sharp sounds of threads snapping race through the air as Jimmy cuts open the back and ribs the fabric aside to rip open your underwear. One thumb massaging down the seam of your cunt before finding your clit and circling absentmindedly.

His hand drifts away one moment and his cock prods your hole the next.

A warbled gn-hn-nyooooo bubbles out around Daisuke’s dick in your mouth, throat bobbing and squeezing his veins. Despite himself and you, Daisuke moans. Fisting a hand at the back of your head, yanking not to pull you off nor to push you deeper. Just because it’s about all he can do without pissing off Jimmy.

“‘Nooo,’” he mimics, throwing a faux sniffle and whimper out as he sinks inside you, “Fuckin’ wet for it, though,” his palm claps roughly on your ass, groping the scorching flesh and pulling you open to watch you suck him in, “Knew you were a skank, hah, coming up to the worst guy in the lot for attention. You wanted this shit, baby, didn’t you?” he knocks Daisuke’s hand on your head aside, replacing it with his own and pressing your nose into wiry black pubes, “Didn’t you?”

You just wanted to go to a fucking concert.

Daisuke gasps at the squelching sound of your pussy swallowing Jimmy inch by fat inch. Your throat constricts around him. He feels around the front of your neck, pushing on the protrusion of his weepy head like a button and the sensation makes globs of drool dribble down his chin.

Jimmy leans his weight on you from behind, calloused hands cutting up your sides and along the ridges of your ribs to fondle your tits. Laying his chest to your back, having the nerve to kiss along your shoulder and bite. Still forcing you down, as if you aren’t practically molten against Daisuke’s groin, until you’re snorting for air through your nose and Daisuke’s twitching in your jaw.

Cum splatters down your gullet and fucked deeper by Daisuke’s shaking hips before Jimmy wrangles you upright. Sinking tobacco-yellowed canines into the junction of your shoulder pending his own shivering, shuddering orgasm. All but snarling and barking like a dog, emptying inside you. Shallow cuts left in the wake of his blunt nails.

To really, really bind part of himself to -or inside- you forever; Secure this as the worst night of your life.

Jimmy stumbles back, pulling up his pants and rebuckling his belt before sliding back into the truck. A lighter clicks and a cigarette sizzles and Jimmy lets out the most ailed sigh you’ve ever heard.

Daisuke cries. Shrinking into himself miserably.

You climb into the truck, stapling tattered shirt and torn skirt to wherever they’ll remain and hide the rest of your dignity. Peeling seat scratching your bare ass as you softly ask,

“Mr. Zare… Can I borrow a jacket?”

Jimmy nods, throwing an arm around the back of the seat in search while exhaling smoke into your face. Eventually he finds and pulls out a dark green piece with silver buttons.

“Boy, get your ass in here and stop whining!”

Jimmy doesn’t wait until Daisuke has even shut the door after himself before whipping off the side of the road. And he doesn’t even ask if you still want to go to the show before taking you home.

Kissing your cheek.

Murmuring, “Nobody’ll fucking believe you, slut.”

You talk to the worst guy in the lot for attention, after all.

#jimmy x reader #daisuke x reader #mouthwashing smut #jimmy smut #tw rape

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daphimpala · 2 months ago

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Misunderstanding

Tonight was Monday Night Raw or as HE called it MonJey Night Raw. Y/N wasn't gonna watch because how could she watch the man she loves flirt with someone else. She knew it was for work also her and Rhea are good friends. She still felt a ping of jealousy when she would see them together. He told her tonight was different he was gonna have a match with his twin brother Jimmy and said he had a surprise for her. She figured he'd do something cute like how his dad would rub his nose to communicate with kids, so she figured why not she hadn't talked to the man, Her Man, for almost a week.

She giggles as Jimmy's music hit watching his entrance singing along with the song. Then the moment she had been dreading, she hears his music hit and automatically rolls her eyes, but a smile is on her face as she watches his run up the ramp to the ring. As the camera zooms in on the ring close to Jey's face she eagerly watches to see what his surprise was. Suddenly the image of Jay flicking his tongue in a fast motion up and down made her blush. She was so flustered she didn't really pay any attention to the fight as her mind began to wonder how long it had been since he used that motion on her.

She didn't even notice what was going on as she began to rub her thighs together letting out quiet moans as she did. She never notice the front door open much less close until she heard his voice rough in her ear.

"Hey baby, did you really miss me that much?" Jey said as he stood behind Y/N.

Y/N yelped in surprise, "how long have you been there," as she suddenly became shy.

"Long enough to know I got your attention back," he said with a growl in her ear, "did you watch the match at all," he said with a smirk.

"Yes, I did," Y/N said as she covered her self up with a blanket.

"Aww baby why so shy, daddies seen you before," Jey says as he sits on the couch right beside Y/N.

"I don't want to do this right now," Y/N said as she tried to move away from Jey.

"C'mon mamas, don't lie to yourself, how wet did daddy make you?" Jey said with a smirk as he grabbed Y/N's thigh.

"Don't kid yourself Jey," Y/N said as she tried to hide the truth.

"Let daddy check for himself because if you lie you know lying ain't a good look on you," Jey said as he moved his hand higher on her thigh as she slowly open her legs wider.;

" I'm sorry," Y/N said suddenly.

"You don't have to apologize baby, it was my fault," Jey said as his hand reached higher and he pulls her into a rough but loving kiss.

Y/N moans into the kiss and starts to try and climb onto Jey's lap when he stops her and breaks the kiss.

"Why'd you stop me don't want this, don't we need this," Y/N said in a whiny voice.

Jey growled then laughed a little "mhm we do baby but, let daddy show you how sorry he really is that little show wasn't for nothing."

Y/N suddenly become nervous she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so small to him because it had been a while since she was so vulnerable to him. It wasn't like they didn't have sex and it had only been a week but, it was always just happened but, he had planned this, he had planned to worship her.

"Daddy," Y/N said as she batted her eyes at him "are you sure you wanna do this."

"Yes baby, tonights all about you first I have a lot of making up to for making you feel like someone else matters to me more then you, my love, my baby, daddy's best girl," Jey said looking at Y/N lovingly.

Y/N blushed "ok daddy, I'm sorry what do I do to be a good girl."

Jey growled and said " lay on the floor and open those beautiful legs up for daddy."

Y/N laid on the floor and opened her legs wide enough for Jey to fit between. She watched him as he got on all fours and crawled to her putting his face where he knew he had to. Jey licked her softly and teasing her causing her to whimper causing him to chuckle.

"Mmm, damn ma thought you said you weren't wet but I can taste you already," Jey said then starting liking her quicker finding his rhythm before sliding a finger in and out at a slow pace causing her to buck forward.

Suddenly he pulled something out of his pocket and put it on her bud as he watched her bite her lip trying to stay quiet. "C'mon ma, let go this is just the beginning," Jey said as he suddenly stopped with the toy and went back to using his tongue.

As Y/N started to feel the familiar knot in her stomach causing her to involuntary wrapping her thighs around his head causing Jey to moan into her.

"Mmm daddy I'm so close," Y/N moaned out as she started grinding against Jey's face.

Suddenly, Y/N loosens her grip on Jey but he didn't stop his assault on her causing her to try, and push him away which only made him go rougher.

Jey suddenly stopped and Y/N took a deep breath thinking he was done when he smirked at her.

"Be a good girl for daddy," Jey said as he kissed her hard and fast then chokes her slightly as he begins to rub her bud with force causing her to try and get away from him causing him to slap her most sensitive area hard. "na none of dat running away shit got it."

All Y/N could do was nod. "Daddy, please stop I feel like I'm gonna pee," Y/N said nervously.

"Na ma that ain't what this is, let go daddy's got you," Jey said continuing his pace.

Y/N couldn't hold back anymore and on Jey's command to let go she starts to see stars as she moans out Jey's name.

Coming down from her orgasm high she looks at Jey who is all smiles causing her to smile back. Suddenly she notices his shirt wet and starts to apologizing like crazy.

"Oh my god baby I'm so sorry," Y/N said feeling embarrassed.

Jey feeling bad for her self consciousness pulls her into a hug.

"Shh baby shh, it's ok you did so good for me, made me proud, you stay here I'll go run a bath for us then come get you, I'll also clean up the mess," Jey said as he covered her up kissing her forehead before disappearing to the restroom.

Y/N laid there on the floor trying to wrap her head around what just happened because there was only one other time she felt like this. She suddenly blushed as she remembered the only other time this happened was when Jey became jealous at a club when Y/N and Jimmy were talking and he was too close to his girl. Jey was very jealous when it came to Y/N and Jimmy because everyone said they would be better together. Jimmy on the other hand believed her and Jey were the better couple but, he did worry about them especially since sometimes Jey would get jealous over the smallest things with her because he cares about her so much.

Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts as Jey uncovered her and lifted her up.

"Hey mama, where's your head at," Jey said with a slight giggle as he kissed her head.

"Just feel bad I ruined your shirt," Y/N said trying to lie which Jey knew he always knew when she would lie.

"Whatchu talking bout baby, you made daddy proud, haven't made you squirt like that in a long time, its been too long honestly," Jey said in a matter a fact tone.

"Baby, I'm sorry for overreacting I really am,"Y/N said in a tired tone.

"Like I said it was my fault for not doing my duty and taking care of my lady," Jey said as he kissed her tenderly as they reached the shower. "Also you are still daddy's best girl and only girl."

As he helped her into the tub Jey's phone rang and Y/N nodded so he went to answer it.

"What's up uce, yeah no no not yet was just about to, yeah yeah I know, just gives us a few hours to get ready," Jey said as he winked at Y/N. " Hold up, whatchu mean we don't got to go, ok ok, I'll let you know what she says, deuces uces," Jey added before he hung up the phone and enter the tub.

"How do you feel about a life on the road mamas," Jey asked as he kissed Y/N on the head as he puller her into his arms.

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 30 days ago

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•Sami Zayn x Reader•

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*Y/N's POV*

Walking backstage with Jey, we see Sami standing backstage. He turns around as we walk up to him and I smile looking at him. Jey puts his hand on his shoulder.

"What's up Uce?"

"Uce. I got a problem."

"What's going on?"

"Drew McIntyre."

"We will handle him Uce. Don't worry. Anyways, do you wanna travel with me, Jimmy and Y/N tonight?"

"Y/N? Your sist....."

He finally looks over at me and his eyes go wide. I giggle looking at him and waving.

"Hi Sami! Nice to see you again!"

He just keeps staring at me causing Jey to hit him in the shoulder. Sami shakes his head and looks back at Jey.

"Yeah man. I'll ride with y'all tonight. See ya later."

He runs off really quick and I look up at Jey smiling.

"Told ya he has a crush on me."

"Yeah yeah."

I put my hand out and he slaps 20 bucks into my hand losing the bet we made.

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*after Raw*

Jey and Jimmy are walking over to our rental SUV while I am riding piggyback on Jimmy's back. Sami is waiting by the SUV for us. Jimmy snorts, shifting me a little on his back.

"Oh man look. It's Y/N's lover boy."

I smack him in the back of the head as we get to the car. I jump off of his back and grab my suitcase from Jey. Sami opens the trunk and we all start putting our stuff in the back. Jimmy runs around to the passenger's side.

"I call shotgun!"

I shake my head climbing into the backseat. Sami climbs next to me and Jey gets in the driver's seat. I grab my pillow that I bring with me for travel and lay it on the middle seat. I lie down on my side as Jey takes off out of the parking lot. I start to fall asleep while the guys talk to each other.

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*halfway into the trip*

I slightly move my head when I feel some hair rub against my face. I open my eyes slowly seeing Sami has laid down with his head on my pillow. He is looking up at the ceiling when I start moving my head closer to his. I start lightly kissing his cheek when a smile spreads across his face. He turns his head to the side to look at me still smiling and it causes me to smile back at him. He leans in and kisses me. I smile into the kiss as his hand comes behind my head deepening the kiss. Jey hits the brakes hard causing me and Sami to slam into the back of the seats.

"Yo! Sami! Y/N! Can you guys wait til you get to your room to be doing that shit? Don't do it in the rental!"

We both sit up, rubbing our heads and I giggle at Jey's comment.

"Y'all are nasty."

I smack Jimmy in the arm for his comment and he rubs it looking back at me. Sami leans forward looking at Jey.

"What do you mean "our room"?"

"Oh yeah! Forgot to tell ya! They were short a room so I put Y/N in your room."

I move closer to Sami and run my hand down his thigh. He looks over at me raising his eyebrows.

"It will give us time to really get to know each other."

I bite my lip and wink at him.

"Oh yeah?"

He smirks seeing me bite my lip. I hear Jimmy make a vomit noise in the front seat. I look up at him and snort.

"Jealous because you won't be getting any tonight?"

He rolls his eyes and puts his headphones back in facing front. I look back at Sami and he is already looking at me. He puts his hand on my cheek rubbing his thumb on it. He leans in and kisses me. I never thought me and Sami would ever make it past that awkward crush stage. But here we are.

The end! 🫶

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thisapplepielife · 8 months ago

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up Summer challenge.

Stays in Mexico

Prompt: Summer | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Recreational Alcohol Use, Sex | Tags: Summer Vacation, Anniversary, Long-Term Relationship, Older Married Steddie, Role Playing in Public, Platonic Stobin, Long-Suffering Robin, Putting Up With These Two Dinguses

Sitting at the bar in the Cabo Wabo Cantina, is a perfect golden god, all tanned skin, lush hair, and moles that Eddie would kill to trace with his tongue. Dressed a little dorky, for sure, like he's came straight from a Jimmy Buffett concert, but still fucking gorgeous.

Eddie can overlook the Hawaiian shirt, the khaki dad cargo shorts and the flip flops.

He can even overlook the gold wedding band. If Eddie can ignore the one on his own finger, he can ignore the one this guy is wearing.

And Eddie can't tear his fucking eyes away. He watches from across the room, tequila in hand. They couldn't be more different. Eddie is midnight.

And he's sunshine.

He's even got some sort of drink monstrosity in front of him, all fruit and umbrellas and a goddamn curly straw.

It's endearing.

Eddie bets he tastes like pineapple.

He wants to find out.

It's been decided. Eddie has to talk to him, has to shoot his shot, has to try and bite off more than he can chew tonight. There's no way around it.

So, Eddie sidles up to him at the bar, leaning close.

"Are you a Parrot Head?"

"Am I a what?" the guy asks, and Eddie chuckles.

"Nevermind," Eddie says, the guy must just enjoy a loud shirt. "This your regular spot?" Eddie follows up. Like he can't tell he's a tourist.

"No, it's my first time here," Steve says.

"Same," Eddie answers, and he asks questions, wanting to know more about this man sitting all alone tonight.

Turns out, his name is Steve. A first grade school teacher. Hawkins, Indiana.

Eddie pushes Steve up against the light pole in the bar parking lot, waiting for a cab back to the resort. Pressing his mouth against Steve's, thigh sliding between Steve's legs, pressing upwards. He's hard, Steve's hard, and he really, really wants Steve to come back to his room with him.

"The things I want you to do to me, they're fucking filthy," Steve whispers against Eddie's mouth.

"I'll do 'em. Anything, everything. We're in Mexico. There's shit down here the devil himself wouldn't do. But me? I will. With a goddamn smile."

And Steve grins, pressing right up against Eddie, "You better."

Steve's moaning, feet curled around Eddie's waist, squirming all over the bed.

"Hold still, you wiggle worm," Eddie says and Steve laughs. It's gorgeous.

"It just feels too good," Steve whines, bucking, pushing himself back further onto Eddie's dick.

"If you want to drive, just say so, sweetheart," Eddie says.

"Just fuck me harder," Steve says.

"Anyone ever told you you're bossy?"

"The nag I'm married to. All the time," Steve says, and that won't do. Not at all.

Eddie pulls out, and Steve whines about it, but Eddie manhandles Steve over onto his knees, nudging him towards the head of the bed.

Steve grabs the headboard, and leans forward, so Eddie can thrust back into him as hard as he can. They're both gonna feel it tomorrow.

Good.

"Oh, god, oh, god," Steve chants.

"Eddie is fine," Eddie says, and Steve laughs, shaking them both. Eddie grips his shoulder, looking at Steve's strong fucking back, with the miles and miles of freckles.

"You're fucking hot," Eddie says and Steve tilts his head backwards, so he can look at Eddie.

Eddie takes the opportunity, and kisses him, as he keeps snapping his hips.

Steve finally pulls back from the kiss, and whispers right against Eddie's mouth, "Come in me."

Jesus Christ, it takes everything Eddie has to not do it right that second.

But Steve stills, tensing, moaning, and he's coming, clenching Eddie's cock.

And Eddie comes in him, just as requested. Slumping forward, kissing his shoulder, his neck.

Steve lets go of the headboard and stretches both arms behind him, wrapping them around Eddie's head, holding Eddie to him. In him.

Holy shit. Steve Harrington. Eddie cannot believe his luck.

The night rolls into day, and they stumble down the beach, finding chairs, drinking again.

One more margarita, and Eddie's falling in love. Then it's shots of tequila, and he's licking the salt off Steve's warm skin.

They wade out into the water, and Steve's skin is slick, slippery, as Eddie clings to him in the ocean. Floating with the motion of the waves, trying to look innocent as Eddie works his hand inside Steve's swim trunks, under the water.

Hard cock in hand, as Steve breathes in his ear, hot and heavy.

Eddie's memorizing it all, before this ends.

The sand and seawater washed off, Eddie's holding the phone.

"Your wife," Eddie says, covering the receiver, "Please don't tell her about me, and our torrid vacation love affair."

Steve rolls his eyes.

"Hello, wife. How are the kids?" Steve asks.

Eddie put it on speakerphone before handing it over, and now Robin's voice is filling the room.

"Gross, no. Don't involve me in your kinky sex shit," she says, and Eddie laughs right along with Steve.

"You knew the risk when you befriended me, Buckley," Eddie shouts, starting to pack up their stuff.

"I befriended Steve-"

"Because he's your soulmate," Eddie teases.

"-and you just came along with him. An unwanted free gift with purchase."

"Hey!" Eddie laughs out, but he knows she loves him. Not as much as she loves Steve, but she does love him. Whether she likes that fact or not.

"When's your flight getting in?" Robin asks.

"Ten-fifteen."

"I hate you both, you know that, right? You couldn't arrange daytime flights?"

"You love me," Steve says.

Eddie interrupts their banter, "Thanks for watching the kids. Let me say hi."

"They won't come to the phone. They haven't missed you at all. They're hoping Aunt Robin stays forever."

Eddie laughs, picturing their two black cats that Robin is only slightly allergic to, both happy and full of treats.

They probably don't miss them.

"Happy anniversary, dinguses. See you at eleven."

"Ten-fifteen!" Steve screams, but she's already hung up.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

If you want to see more of my entries into this challenge, you can check them out in my Steddie Holiday Drabbles tag, right here!

Notes: This is based off the Toby Keith song Stays in Mexico and I've wanted to do something for Steddie with it for a long time. The first line is "His name was Steve..." and that obviously gave me ideas, haha.

Lots of the lyrics show up in the fic, in some fashion, but I flipped it so it was just role-playing cheating, not real cheating. Fun fact: I contemplated writing it as part of the Take the Money and Run epilogue in 2022, that's how long this has been kicking around my head.

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msklassickilla · 3 months ago

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Prada You Chapter 6

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy. The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, age gap, mentions of sex, underage drinking, slight angst

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 6: Bounce

8:45 AM. My black ass was scared. Jey pulled the BMW into a parking space in front of my building. I checked the mirror once more, smoothing down my frizzy hair. When I left the house, it was still silky. However, due to circumstances beyond my control it was no longer.

"You aight? Look a little nervous over there girl," Jey grinned.

I rolled my eyes, "I kept tellin' you I had to get home but nah you wanna do other shit."

He continued to laugh. I slapped his arm, finding myself laughing as well.

"Aight, my bad. Hope ya mama don't go too hard on you. I just couldn't resist," he admitted, holding his hands up.

I wanted to be mad, but I couldn't. My night didn't go how I originally planned but it ended good, real good.

"You good. I enjoyed my night. We can do it again sometimes," I smiled.

Knowing how Toy was probably going to react, I probably wouldn't see his ass or outside again. Hopefully, that wouldn’t be the case though.

"For sure. You mines now. We gon’ be seeing each other a lot more from now on.”

All I could do was smile because we was headed in the right direction. Everything in my life was about to change for the better.

"That sound good to me. But let me go face the music. I’ll get at you later, boo," I informed.

He nodded before leaning over to kiss me goodbye, "Yea, catch up with you later mamas. Make sure to answer my calls, too.”

The dull ache between my thighs caused me to groan as I exited the car.

"Damn. I got carried away, huh? Blame the Henny," Jey shrugged.

I smacked my lips, "Boy, please! You just rough as hell. Don't blame Henn for that."

"The way you was screaming my name means you like it rough too. Am I right?"

My hands found my face as I covered it in shame. He fell sideways, laughing.

"Sir, good day. I have no recollection of that," I lied.

"Yea. Yea. I bet she remembered though," he said, motioning between my legs.

All I could do was laugh because why would he put me out on front street like that.

"Jey, please!"

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Walking up the flight of stairs was a task. As my legs rubbed together, that dull ache evolved into a full on throb. I would definitely have to sit in some hot water to get back right but first I had to deal with Toy. Pulling the key from my back pocket, I unlocked the door and let myself in.

Silence.

The living room was empty. I bypassed the kitchen which was also empty. With light steps I made my way down the hall to my room. Once safely inside the confines of my room, I exhaled. She was probably sleep and my hope was that I could lie my way out of this by calling Kiyah to back up my story when she woke up.

I sat on my bed, grabbing the phone to call Kiyah. It rang for a few minutes before she picked up.

"Hello," she answered, yawning.

"Kiyah, it’s me. I need you to cover for me."

I could hear her moving around.

"Bitch, where the hell you been? You was supposed to bring ya ass back here to tell me what happened," she fussed.

I rolled my eyes, "Look, some shit went down. I will give you all the details later, but I need this favor. Tell my mama I was with you all night, decided to sleep over."

"Mhm! You lucky I like you like that. Bring ya ass right here after you tell your lies. I want the whole play by play," she demanded.

I sighed, "Damn! Aight, I'll swing by there later," I assured, hanging up.

The next thing on my agenda was taking a bath. I could smell Jey on my skin. Awkwardly, I eased on to the attached bathroom. The hot water was a relief as I washed away my sins.

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"Bitch, you lying? You fucked him!" Kiyah exclaimed.

I rushed to cover her mouth, "Ay, lower yo damn voice, heifa!"

We was sitting in the stairwell of her building. I had just detailed how my night went.

"Oh, my bad. But shit! You slept with him. That's crazy. I'm so proud of you," she gushed.

Kiyah was excited. I’m sure it was more so about what could come from my actions than the actual act itself. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"I mean it just kind of happen. Like it felt right so we took it there," I explained.

I had no regrets about what I did. I saw it like this. I had given broke dudes some nookie so why not give the man with plenty dough some. Think about it.

"Word. I feel you. I would have done the same. Jey is fine and paid. You in there like swimwear," she said, pointing at me.

"Oh, for sure. I'ma wear his ass down. He not going nowhere," I beamed.

She gave me a knowing look.

"But to the bank!" we both said in unison, slapping hands at the same time.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just chillin’ in the projects. The twins came by. I relayed what happened to them too. Their reactions was the same as Kiyah. They couldn't believe that I had actually been scooped by Jey, one of the Prada Bois. I couldn't either but I was with it.

All these years, I had heard of him and his family. Probably seen him but paid no attention to now driving his shit and being in his trap. Yea, Nyeya was doing big thangs these days.

"So, what's the play tonight?" Natasha asked.

"I think Tonga having a kickback. You know how he get down. Weed, liquor, and food," Kiyah answered.

"Oh, we need to be there then," Nataya chimed in.

Tonga. The name rang a bell. I sat back tryna remember where I heard that name.

"What you thinking 'bout?" Kiyah asked, slapping my leg.

"That name. Tonga. I hear- oh he was at the house on Bend Dr. He helped take Jey into the house. It was him and another dude, same skin tone,” I remembered.

"Yea, that's his ass. He moved up if he was at the house. Nigga use to be on the block slangin' snow along with his brother Tama with his fine ass," replied Kiyah.

Like I said, wasn't nothing going on in these projects she didn't know.

"So, is we doing this? I gotta get my outfit togetha' if we is," Natasha inquired.

It was decided then that we was going. We parted ways stating that we would meet up at the front entrance of the projects to walk together. Tonga apparently lived only a few blocks away.

My lie had held up when my mama came asking why I wasn't home. She was actually pretty chill about it; just told me to call her or leave a note next time. She was off tonight. So, I didn't even have to worry about getting rid of Michael. I just needed an outfit.

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"Ma. This not gon' work," I whined.

The outfit I had picked just wasn't it. I was Jey's girl now. I couldn't be out here looking like anything.

She came in the room, "What you mean? This is cute. You just need a belt or something."

The low-rise jeans I had on was fine, but the shirt wasn't doing what I needed it to do.

"It's the shirt. Like it's too big, not fitted."

She circled me, assessing the situation.

"Yo ass just can't dress," Michael said, sticking his head in the room.

"Boy, shut up. Always in somebody business," I hissed.

"Girl, shut yo as-"

"Mike what I tell you. Stop cussin' in my house. Go on," my mama chastised, shooing him away.

I smirked in satisfaction as he stomped away.

"I think I got something. Hold on," my mama began.

A few minutes later she was back, "Take this off and try this."

Just as I removed my shirt she began wrapping a Gucci scarf around me, "Ma! You gon' let me wear this?" I hollered in excitement.

She chuckled, "Yes, silly. Now be still while I tie this up."

The black, gold, and red Gucci designed scarf was just what this outfit needed. I was excited.

"Okay. Yea, this look good. Try not to move to much so the knot don't loosen," she instructed.

I hugged her. My mama was the best. "Thank you, ma. I'ma be the baddest in the building. I mean house, but still," I giggled.

"No problem. Just don't get it dirty. And bring yaself home by 12. I don't want you out here in these streets to late, hear me?"

"I hear you," I agreed, still looking at myself in the mirror.

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"Is that a Gucci scarf? Oh, you showing out, huh?" Natasha teased.

I slapped her arm, "Don't hype me. I'm just tryna look the part."

"I feel you," she replied.

Kiyah, Natasha, and Nataya were all in dresses that crawled up their thighs as they walked. It was their norm though. However, jeans felt sexy on me. The hip hugging jeans accentuated my cute shapely frame.

"Aight, let’s get it. Tryna get my drank on," Kiyah cheered.

I shook my head, laughing. She was the fun girl of the group. Always down to party and drink. We had to love her for it. We got to the house in no time. It was a nice sized brick house. The front yard was empty, but you could tell much was going on in the back.

As we walked through the house, we greeted those we knew. Most people was from the projects. "What You Want" by Mase featuring Total was playing. I danced my way through the crowd. Dancing was my thing. I had no shame getting my groove on.

"Where the food?" Nataya shouted over the music.

"Damn! You ain't even said hello to the host before eating his food up," I joked.

She slapped me on the butt, "Girl, free food is free food. And these island people know how to throw down like us."

I understood and led the way to where I thought the food would be. The food was actually outside. Tables were lined up with all types of food and drinks covering them. A hefty man was on the grill.

"Ouuu. You see how big he is. I know he know what he doing. And that shit smell good, too. Let me get my plate," Nataya rejoiced.

She went off in another direction as I found my way to the drink table. I looked over the choices. Brown or Clear? I was feeling clear so Gin and Juice it would be. With my cup poured, I caught a corner. I needed to see what was going on before I mingled.

I spotted Tama, Damian, and another Prada Boi by the name of Jacob. They was huddled at a card table. I wasn't sure Jey was coming. When I had called him earlier, he didn't answer. Kiyah had found her way to me before I could assess further.

"See this my type of party. Not too much going on but enough to keep you interested," she danced.

I joined, sipping from my cup occasionally.

"Do For Love" by Tupac featuring Eric Williams came on. It was my time to act up. I started rapping along, "I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the start taught me so many lessons how not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions."

Kiyah was right there with me. Everything was all good until my eyes caught a glimpse of somebody who looked familiar. I had to blink a few times, but it was what I thought it was. Jey. He was leaning up against the wooden fence, but he wasn't alone. A tall, slender, red girl was all up in his face. Kiyah had realized I wasn't rapping along no more.

"Nye, what's wrong?"

I didn't answer but she followed my line of vision.

"Damn, he on that bullshit already!" she snapped.

I made my way through the crowd. Kiyah was right on my heels as I pushed through people. Natasha must have seen us and joined.

"What's going on?" She questioned.

Her question went unanswered as I reached the scene.

"Um... do we have an issue?" I deadpanned, folding my arms over my chest.

Jey eyes widened like he had seen a ghost once his eyes met mines, "Nyeya."

"Who is this, Jey?" asked the girl who Jey’s arm was currently wrapped around.

I mugged her, "His woman. Who are you?"

She held her hands up. I turned my attention back to Jey because she wasn't my issue. He was.

"You got somethin' you wanna say? Somethin' on ya mind?" I demanded to know.

Jey was looking at me but remained mute. I wanted to slap his ass. My hand came up, but it was pulled back down. Kiyah pulled me away by my arms.

"Nah, don't do it. Let his ass be," she whispered in my ear.

The anger I felt brought tears to my eyes. They threaten to spill over. Hitting him would have felt good but I knew it was best to just walk away. I shook my head at Jey as Kiyah and Natasha guided me away. Like a G, I held my tears back until we made it to the front yard. As soon as we did, I sobbed. Kiyah had to hold me up as my knees buckled.

Natasha rubbed my back, "Nye, don't cry over his ass. He don't deserve yo tears. His ass ain't all that, no ways."

I heard her but it still hurt. Playa or not, I had feelings. This negro played me just hours after we slept together. Nah, man. That shit cut deep. Nataya was now outside with us. I cried some more before deciding it was best I went home.

"Y'all can stay. I'm going home," I sniffed.

"Hell no! We not going back up in there. I know I ain't because y'all know I will flip the fuck out," Kiyah declared.

"We coming with you, Nye. Let's go," Nataya agreed.

I hated they had to leave the party, but I appreciated the support. It was all good though. Jey got one up on me. My bounce back was gon' be a fool once I got my mind right.

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