#CAN I GET A KISS…….. AND CAN YOU MAKE IT LAST FOREVER …………

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loml - Max Verstappen

: Max Verstappen x Singer!reader

: Max and Y/n’s relationship was legendary…but it also was momentary

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: Author's Note: After every fic i feel like wow this is the longest fic i have ever written...ya this! is probably the longest fic i have ever written!!

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(set in 2018)

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Y/n was standing near the Red Bull garage when she spotted Max returning for his interviews. Without a second thought, she launched herself into his arms.

“Ahhhhh, I’m so proud of you!!! I feel like I haven’t said that enough,” she smiled as she pulled away from him. “You have, but it’s okay. I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” Max said as he looked at her as if her eyes held all the stars in the sky.

Max was aware that by now they would have cameras on them; the Red Bull team loved to capture any interaction between the couple. Ignoring all of that, Max pulled her close and kissed her.

For Y/n, all of this was very new; her last relationship hadn't been this public. The privacy of it all was something that was exciting at first, but after a while, it felt suffocating. When she met Max, she felt aglow like she had never felt before. It was only a matter of time before she knew that Max was the one for her.

And it wasn't easy; they were both slowly gaining more recognition, and people were ready to pick them apart. But as she watched Max celebrate his first Grand Prix win of the season in Austria, all the struggles felt worth the effort.

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"I have a story to tell you regarding the last song of the night," said Y/n as the crowd erupted in cheers. She smiled brightly before continuing, "A few years ago, I did not believe in love, not in the way I do now. Have you guys ever met someone who feels so right that all you want is to be close to him forever and ever?"

"Being with them feels like breathing, like something you've done your whole life. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Lover," Y/n said as she made eye contact with Max. Slowly, the intro starts playing, but all Max could look at was Y/n, in all her element, looking back at him.

If the world were to end tomorrow, Max would have died a happy man. Lost in their little universe, the two failed to notice all the fans that captured this beautiful moment between the couple. Racing can take up a lot of Max's time, and he's not proud of the fact that a lot of times it comes at the stake of their relationship. But right here, right now, all he could focus on was Y/n.

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Yourname: I'm so happy that you were able to make it!! thank you so much for coming, it means a lot to me Max <3

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-> it is so nice to see Max at your concert!!! your entire face lit up when you saw him, i hope you guys stay like this forever ✨

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Yourname: So proud of how far we’ve come, Maxiee!!! From being just a bunch of kids who wanted to make a name for themselves and achieve their goals to finally living their dream life, I couldn’t have done it without you by my side 💖

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maxverstappen1: Couldn't have done it without you as well Schat 💙

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bffname: Cuties!!! Can't wait to meet you guys <3

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The entire party, all Y/n could do was check her phone. She felt guilty; it was bffname's day, and it was supposed to be special, yet here she was feeling sad for herself. From the corner of her eye, bffname could see Y/n in the corner of the room, nursing her 4th drink of the night.

"You can leave, you know. I won't feel bad," said bffname. Y/n looked up from her phone immediately, as if she were caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. "No, no, it's not like that. I want to be here; it's your 23rd birthday; I wouldn't miss it for the world," said Y/n. "You know you can fool anyone you want, but you can never fool me. I know you like the back of my hand," said bffname. "If you want to go to Max, it's okay; you being able to make it was more than enough."

Y/n felt her eyes tearing up a little; even after being a horrible friend, bffname was still understanding. "I'm so sorry; I have been a shitty friend, and yet you are here checking on me rather than celebrating," Y/n said as she finally felt a few droplets stream down her face.

"See, I know that you and Max haven't been in the best place, but it's okay. I know it's scary; you have been with him for so long that even the idea of losing him is scary," bffname said as she wiped a few tears off of Y/n's face. "Just don't lose yourself while trying to save your relationship."

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F1gossip: Red Bull driver Max Verstappen and singer/songwriter Y/n L/n were seen fighting outside by some of the paps. It was noticed that Verstappen had come to pick up L/n from a party (Bffname Bfflastname's birthday celebration). The two were seen arguing, and it is even believed that L/n was under the influence of alcohol. Verstappen was seen comforting L/n, but much to his attempts, L/n was not budging. Later on, Verstappen was seen shouting at L/n. It ended with Verstappen getting in the car and storming off, leaving a teary-eyed L/n behind. It is believed that the couple might have called it quits after dating for 2 years. This news has not been confirmed by either Verstappen or L/n. Check out our website for more updates on the Verstappen-L/n fight.

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User75: Nooo whyyyy???? they were so happy tho...

-> User09: ikrrr bffname had commented on yourname's post too! She was so excited to meet them. What happened?

User20: I'm not believing any of this until I see either of them confirm the breakup. They are happily dating, and this never happened ^^

-> User11: @/User20 check twt

(set in 2019)

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F1gossip: 6 months after their breakup, Max Verstappen and Y/n L/n were spotted together in Miami. The two seemed to be having a good time at the beach under the warm Miami sun. A close source to Verstappen reveals that the two have been seeing each other for a few months now. This is the first time the pair were spotted together after their public breakup. Both Verstappen and L/n have been doing well in their career paths ever since their breakup. Verstappen has won 2 Grand Prix so far and has seen a massive improvement in this performance as compared to last year, whereas L/n has recently released her 3rd studio album, with all the songs making it into the Billboard Hot 100. Only time will tell whether the two are in it for the long run or whether they call it quits again.

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User02: I'M NO LONGER A CHILD OF DIVORCE 🙌🏻

-> User59: I just hope they make it work this time!!!

User76: Not to be like that, but this will either give us the best love song of the summer or the most gut-wrenching song ever to exist

Y/n smiled as she put her phone down and looked back at Max. Both of them had decided to take a quick trip to Miami. "Do you think we'll have kids?" Max asked so nonchalantly that Y/n had to ask again to make sure she heard him right, "What?" "Do you think we'll have kids later on in life?" Max repeated. "I think I would like to have a girl," Max continued as he looked out at the sea. Amused, Y/n asked, "Oh, really? and why is that?" "I feel like a girl is easy to manage; you know, there are less chances that she'll end up like me," Max said before adding, "Plus, she'll look like you, so you know she is gonna have everyone wrapped around her little finger."

Max looked back at Y/n with a cheeky smile to see her already looking back at him with a look that conveyed nothing but pure love. "I think you'd be a great dad; even if we have a son, and if he becomes even half the man you are, then we did a great job raising him," Y/n said as she ran her hands through Max's hair. "I've not had the best example growing up; I mean, I know my dad wasn't the best, but had he not made all the sacrifices he did back then, I would not have been here. 'Max Verstappen, Star of Red Bull' I would have been a loser," Max said as he closed his eyes, soaking in his surroundings. It felt nice, peaceful even, being away from everything.

"A loser who I'd still love," Y/n said as she pulled Max closer. "Even if you do not have anything with you, you will always have me," she added. "Oh, don't you worry about that; I plan on keeping you by my side forever," Max said. "You just wait till I put a ring on that finger; after that, you can't leave me, even if you wanted to," he added. "I wouldn't dream of it," Y/n said before getting up and running towards the water. Their laughter filled the air as Max got up and chased after her, pulling her into the water with him.

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Max should be happy; he should feel all the joy in the world; he finished 3rd in the standings after all, yet the smile did not reach his eyes. He looked around the party thrown to celebrate his and the team's victory and saw Y/n talking to one of the engineers. Max couldn't help but let the bittersweet thought take over his mind. He hated himself for thinking these things, but ever since he got back with Y/n, his season hasn't been goin- "She seems nice, Y/n, I mean," breaking his chain of thoughts, Max looked at his father. "Huh, oh ya," said Max as he took a sip of his drink.

"But she's not right for you; before you got back with her, everything was going in your favor, and look at you now; you're 3rd on the list. You can do better, Max," said Jos as he went to talk to other people at the party. Max hated his father for being critical about his relationship, but he hated himself more because he himself had thought about this.

So one cancelled date becomes two, and before Max knew it, he was constantly blowing off Y/n. In fact, if he comes to think of it, this is probably the first time the two have been out together in a month. So lost in his thought, Max did not notice a sad Y/n slipping from the party.

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F1gossip: Is it finally over between Verstappen and L/n? Y/n L/n was seen leaving the Red Bull celebration a little early. The singer seemed to be upset as she left the building. One of the workers at the party informed us that the two did not spend much time together. Verstappen and L/n, who have not been spotted out in public in a month, were seen entering the party together a few hours ago, and that was the last of it. We got information from a close source to the couple that things have been rocky between the two. According to the source, Verstappen considers his relationship with L/n a distraction, which led to him not performing to the best of his abilities after the summer break. Verstappen has only won one Grand Prix ever since L/n confirmed that the two were back together via an Instagram Story. It seems like it is finally time to bury the hatchet in the Verstappen-L/n love story.

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User23: Honestly their constant on and off is annoying at this point, like make up your mind already ffs

User99: I mean, it's not like Max is wrong...ever since they got back together, he hasn't been doing his best, and that is pretty evident

(set in 2020)

Y/n knew that this was wrong. She knows that she can't keep running back to Max after he shows up, making the same promises again and again. At this point, Y/n can probably narrate it in her sleep: "I promise I'll change," "We are meant to be," "You're the love of my life; I can't lose you." Yet she believed him every single time. How could she not? They have been through so much together. How could she let go of all this history because things have been rocky between them?

Lost in her trail of thoughts, Y/n did not realize that she had reached the venue. It was when she felt her side of the door open that she looked up to find a dazzling Max looking back at her. He was glowing; having just won the 70th anniversary GP, Max looked like he would burst from happiness. Y/n couldn't help but match his smile.

They both slowly made their way through the red carpet, posing for pictures. As they reached the entrance, she felt Max fidgeting. "What's wrong?" she asked as she reached for his hand. Max laced his finger with her before saying, "Nothing; it's just that this is my first win of the season. I thought that this year would have been my year, but would you look at how it all turned out to be?" Y/n nodded at Max to continue, "I never thought I would spend so much time at home because of the pandemic, and I never thought that all that time alone would make me realize how much I have missed you," Max said before looking at Y/n. "Every second without you feels like I'm suffocating; you're like a breath of fresh air. Every time I look at you, I feel like all the stars in the sky are nothing compared to you," said Max as he caressed Y/n's cheek.

Y/n didn't know how to describe this feeling. Standing in front of her was a boy she had known for a long time, a boy who always wanted to prove his worth to his father, a boy who sacrificed so much to achieve his dreams, a boy who was simply madly in love with her.

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Yourname: ...and at every table, I'll save you a seat 💙

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maxverstappen1: I love you

-> Yourname: I love you too Max

User77: Y/n I love you sweetheart, but noooo why are you back with Max

-> User62: shut up! you're just jealous of what they have

-> User77: tf no, I am concerned about her! Every time they get back together, I feel like Y/n looks less and less happy

-> User22: can we stop all of this and just appreciate how hot they both look 🔥

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F1: Max Verstappen out of the Sakhir Grand Prix on lap 1. Trying to avoid Sergio Perez, who was hit by Charles Leclerc at turn 4, Verstappen ended up on the gravel, crashing into the tire barrier. This is the 4th time this season Verstappen has not been able to finish a race. With one race left, Verstappen's chances of winning the world championship seem a little out of reach at the moment. We can only hope for the best for the Dutchman.

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User71: Then you guys say that him getting back with Y/n has nothing to do with his performance!!

-> User04: Shut up that has got nothing to do with Y/n

-> User71: whatever you say 🤷🏻‍♀️ the evidence is right there but okay ignorance is bliss i guess

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F1gossip: All's well that ends well, but not for Y/n L/n. It seems like Max Verstappen has finally ended things for good between the both of them. This news comes after L/n was seen leaving their shared apartment with boxes of her belongings. The two have also since unfollowed each other on Instagram. Although many members of the Red Bull team, including team principal Christian Horner and wife Geri Halliwell, still continue to follow the singer, it is safe to say that their ship has officially sailed. Check out our website to see their entire relationship timeline.

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User22: Not the admin using lyrics from Lover

-> User48: I was thinking the same thing, like, "All's well that ends well to end up with you" i- 😀

User01: FINALLYYY I'm telling you all next year is gonna be Max's year!! I CAN FEEL IT!!!!

(set in 2021)

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redbullracing: OUR CHAMPION!!! LET'S GO MAX 🦁🏆

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User01: I TOLD YOU ALL IT WAS GONNA BE MAX'S YEAR!!! HE FINALLY WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP 🏆🏆

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User11: I'm really happy for Max, but did he just confirm his relationship with Kelly Piquet!!! who, may I add, has a CHILD!!!!!!!

-> User67: Ikrrrrr like I'm sorry, but he was with Y/n for such a long time, and now he has a new girl and a child in his life??? This was supposed to be him and Y/n!!!!

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F1gossip: Y/n L/n was spotted outside for the first time since the news of Max Verstappen dating Brazilian model Kelly Piquet came out. L/n was seen sitting alone in a park, drinking beer. It is believed that this park was one that Verstappen and L/n used to visit a lot with Verstappen's cats. Many bystanders have said that the singer looked lost in her thoughts as she continued sipping her drink. It seems that everyone had believed the two would be back together by the end of the season when pictures of Verstappen with a mysterious woman surfaced, but much to everyone's surprise, the woman in the pictures is now believed to be Piquet. I guess we can say with certainty that Verstappen-L/n has officially come to an end.

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User03: Why are you so obsessed with Y/n? it's so annoying. They broke up; let her be!!

User56: Ofc she's salty now that Max has a good woman by his side. She'll just do about anything to get his attention, wouldn't she?

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Yourname: I had taken some time off from everything - my music, my fans, my friends, even my family. I was at a place where I felt something I had never felt before. People tell you that there will come a time in everyone's life where you will feel absolutely lost, like you don't know what to do with your life now, and it is very easy to say that with time you'll get through it and find your way again. What everyone fails to mention is how lonely this time will feel. You have people who love you and want the best for you, yet you can't seem to get out of this hole you have dug up for yourself. Taking a break and going back to where I started my journey made me realize why I do what I do. I have never needed songwriting more than I did during this period of time. As I write this, I finally realize that this chapter of my life is over. I have no wounds that I need to heal, no bridges that I want to burn. As of today, I set this song free. It was mine once, and it's yours now. loml out at midnight.

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User55: Y/n wtffffff I was not prepared for this!!!!! Girl it's 2 PM YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THIS AND EXPECT ME TO BE FINE!!

bffname: I am so proud of you!!! words can't sum up how much I adore the person you have become 💕

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User91: waitttt is this about her situation with Max???

-> User40: I mean must be! who else would she be referring to as love of my life??

-> User91: true

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Yourname: I would like to thank all of my fans for the immense support they have shown me. Your kind words mean the world to me. Thank you for always accepting me the way I am and sticking with me, for better and for worse. I had the time of my life playing for you guys. I can't wait for more shows in the future 🩵

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User32: I still can't get over loml!!! what do you mean by "A con-man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme"

-> User13: Are we gonna ignore "What we thought was for all time was momentary"!!!!!!!! I feel like someone stabbed me in my gallbladder and then poured detergent over it 🫨

User40: What do you mean by loml - love loss of my life 💔

User28: "Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire. Your arson's match, your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die" that is because that dream is dead now :(

-> User13: They talked about having kids one day!!! and now he gets to live that life with someone else 🥲

-> User66: Y/n I hate the fact that you had to go through this. My ex passed away before we could start a life together. It sucks when you plan your entire future with someone and then they're just not there. And now it's just you, alone, in the house of your dreams that you both built for yourselves. I wish you all the strength and happiness that there is in this world!! 🤍

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Scars [J.T.]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jason lets you trace over his y scar

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, scars, mentions of death, bruises, cuts, general minor injuries, hurt/comfort

Words: 1,765

A/n: I just wanted something a little soft for once. If you wanna be tagged in my fics, you can click the link below, send me an ask/comment, or follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!

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Jason carries the weight of every horrible, traumatic, and agonizing event that’s ever happened to him across his body, etched in pale and raised lines across him like a used roadmap. He wears them as cruel reminders that this life is unfair and unjust, even when he tries his hardest to make it so. There are some he pays no mind to, and doesn’t even really notice most days because they are there. That’s that. But, there are others…there are others he looks at as a punishment for everything he’s ever done and everything he never was and could never be. They’re reminders, laughing back at him every day, a sinister echo of his mistakes.

Most days, he tries to pay them no mind, either.

You’re sitting on your knees right beside Jason, his side pressed against the bare skin of your calf. Your eyes are trained on his exposed abdomen, showcasing the scars and cuts and bruises he’s collected over the last few years.

It wasn’t that seeing his body covered in new and old injuries was jarring. That was mostly fine. After the first few weeks of being friends, it stopped being jarring because that's just how it is with Jason. He gets hurt sometimes. It comes with the job and you accept that part of him. The bruises and cuts were very rarely ever jarring. The other scars were never really jarring because of course he has them. That always made sense to you. It's the autopsy scar that is jarring.

With the others, he'd told you it comes with the job and then he'd watch your face contort into a scrunch of worry and paranoia over his well-being, something he doesn't think he deserves most days. When the comment didn't ease your worry, he'd kiss you and give his signature cocky grin, a silent promise that he's fine and the conversation would end. The autopsy scar conversation is never so simple.

You knew he died because he told you not long before you made things official. You knew the story about the Joker and his mom. He told you of the horrid night and bits of pieces of the after. But this is your first time seeing the physical damage of the night that still wakes him up in the middle of the night. Your chest aches for him and it's jarring because he did die and he has to carry that kind of weight forever, something you'll swear until the day you die he doesn't deserve.

With delicate fingers, you trace over the long line of the autopsy scar, Jason’s eyes glancing from your hand to your face. His stomach tenses with the movement and you can’t tell if it’s because your hands are cold, it tickles, or he’s uncomfortable. If you know Jason, you’re kind of figuring it’s the third option. So, you glance back to him, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“This okay?” You ask softly.

“It’s fine.” Jason answers, his thumb lightly brushing over your thigh furthest away from him. “Bother you?”

Jason has been cautious not to show you because he knows how he feels about it. He knows that you worry. Seeing some sort of proof of death seems like it might send you spiraling into some sort of tornado of worry until you spin too far away from him. He's been cautious because he adores you and he doesn't want to lose you and he doesn't want it scare you.

You look back to the scar, tracing over it again. “No.” You answer quietly. It hurts your chest because it happened to him. It happened to him and nothing in this world could ever justify the torture and pain he's been through. It doesn't bother you because it is a part of him and you adore him with every beat your heart drums. “Bothers you though.”

Jason’s brows pull together. “How’d you figure?” There’s the slightest bit of a bite in his words like a scared puppy, a default reaction to being seen.

“Why wouldn’t it?” The question leaves your lips freely with unfiltered candor.

Seeing it for the first time, yeah it bothered him. It bothered him because what was the point? It wasn’t some mystery how he died. Maybe it was just legal reasons bullshit that Jason doesn’t care about. Though, he does fully understand that maybe if he hadn’t come back, he wouldn’t care. Or if it had healed, he wouldn’t care. So, that’s something he can’t really blame Bruce for. Instead, it’s that it’s there. Looking back at him in the mirror. Staring up at him when he looks down. It’s always there. It’s as if he was cut open and the weight of death and punishment and regret scattered over his organs and bones, making sure he understands the weight of his own consequences. He just can’t quite shake it and the scar is the reminder.

"I guess." Jason lets out this shaky breath as his stomach tenses below your fingertips.

"It's okay if it bothers you, Jay." You assure him. "I'd bother me if I were you but..." You pause for just a second, pressing an open palm over some of the raised edges of the scar as your eyes are locked on his. "I hope it doesn't bother you too much because you got to live and I don't care what the other bats thought about it at first because I'm glad you got to come back. And you deserve to let the weight off your shoulders for once." Your eyes go back to the scar and trace up the line from the center of his stomach up to the right side of his chest.

Jason's thumb is rubbing lightly against your skin and he wonders why you make it seem so simple. No part of him thinks you believe it's simple but there's something in the way that you say it that almost gives Jason some sort of faith in the idea of it. That maybe there is a day where it won't feel like he's carrying the weight of the world. Maybe there is a day someday where he won't feel the aching and longing of his bones. You offer him tenderness and kindness when the majority of his life has been nothing but skinned knees and broken hearts.

That feels terrifying, too but...maybe he's tired of running away from things because they're good for him. And good to him.

Seeing the autopsy scar for the first time bothered him. Seeing it yesterday bothered him. But, at this exact point in time with your fingers running along the tattered edges, it doesn’t bother him so much.

“Thank you.” Jason holds his words steady with a sort of caution at the edges. "It's not bothering me now." His voice is quiet as his eyes glance to you and then back to your fingers on his skin.

He is entirely exposed to you now. There’s no going back even if that is absolutely terrifying. Jason keeps himself guarded to protect himself and protect everyone else around him. But, you make letting the guard down a little bit easier. You’re tender and delicate with him, two things no one ever is. At no point have you ever thought less of him for the things he’s done and things he’s seen, or the things that rip his body to shreds. You take him as he is and offer him understanding and kindness, two things Jason has been desperate to get from anyone. And he is so thankful for you.

“Good.” Your voice is quiet before your stare goes back to the scar. “I hope it never bothers you again.”

Jason sits up, closing some of the distance between you while you rest your hands in your lap. His eyes run over your face slowly while the corner of his mouth is pinched barely upwards. He looks content. He looks comfortable. His heart is beating a mile a minute as it’s about to run through his ribs. There’s something fluttering against it, something that feels warm and welcoming in the beating of his heart. There’s something that makes his breathing unsteady without ever sucking the air from his lungs. There is something that feels comfortable and like a home he didn’t think he’d ever find.

Jason leans forward, resting his forehead against yours and your entire body relaxes in that instant. He pulls away, pressing a kiss to your nose and then to your cheek before he rests his head in the crook of your neck. You turn your head and press a kiss to his temple before your hands come to his cheeks to pick his head up.

His eyes lock on your eyes and you adore him. You adore him for all that he is today. The scars never really bothered you because they hold him together. All of them have a story that has led Jason Todd to who he is today. They are proof that he is alive. They are proof that even when he was hurt, even when he was murdered, he is alive. The air can be pulled into his lungs and oxygen will circulate through his cells again. He is alive. The autopsy scar is just further proof to you because he shouldn’t have been brought back but he was. And that was for a reason. That scar is just another piece of proof he is meant to be here. It is another mark of how he got here today and you, for one, are eternally thankful that he is here today.

Your thumbs are running over his cheeks and Jason swears he has never felt so wanted by anyone. And he doesn’t feel so damn alone in the world anymore. He feels important and he only hopes he makes you feel the same way. He can only hope you understand how much you mean to him and that he is just as important to you.

Your lips come to his and he melts into your touch as he kisses you back. His hand comes up to the back of your head to pull you in closer. And he thinks he might do everything in his power to have more moments like these with you. You can trace his scars and he can tell you about them and you can exist in the bubble where it is only the two of you. You can trace his scars and he can run his fingers along your thigh and you both can feel wanted and important. And loved.

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[only-goose]

The Prank

A/N: my first formula fic!! My requests are open if you have someone you want me to write for!

Arthur Leclerc x Norris Reader

Trope: Dumbasses (best friends to lovers)

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, nothing else really

This is based of something I was on Twitter (I refuse to call it X): person a says “I came up with a good prank”. Person b asks what it is, a says “we should kiss”. B says “I don’t get it”, a says “imagine them walking in to see us kissing and just being like “WHAAAAAT??” B says “oh, that’s hilarious. We totally should”

Synopsis: You and Arthur have been best friends since he saved you from a bully when you were kids. You grew up in the Leclerc household, so they knew you very well. You followed Arthur around the world for his racing career. You guys had been given the nickname "Terrible Two's" for all the pranks you pulled around the paddock. Sometimes you pulled them on each other, sometimes you teamed up and pulled pranks together but there was one prank that really topped off the rest of your pranks.

"Y/N!!!" Arthur shouted from the shower in your shared bedroom. He walked out as you hit record on your phone, filming as he appeared. He had his towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist, his hair was dyed a deep red with remnants of the dye dripping down his chest. "Seriously?" he scolded "I have to go to the Ferrari pit tomorrow and my hair is bright red!" You could see the fury in his eyes as you laughed. "Yeahhhh, you're gonna be matching the cars". He crossed his arms over his muscly chest and scowled "Stop filming me, idiot" you rolled your eyes and chucked "Whatever, moron" you said as you stopped recording. You posted it to your story, with the caption "Ready for @ scuderiaferrari tomorrow!" and tagged him in it.

You heard Arthur's phone buzz from the vanity in the bathroom as he headed back in to dry off. You stood up to pack up a bit from your day, getting as ready as you can for tomorrow. This time he came out in a pair of checkered sleep pants, saw you stand up in front of your suitcase and lunged at you, tackling you into the bed. You shrieked as he started assaulting (tickling) you. "St-st-op Art- arty" giggled out. "You turned me red, then posted it for the whole fucking world to see. You deserve this" After successfully kicking him onto the floor, you noticed your phone vibrating in your pocket.

You swiped accept on the call as you answered "Ah, my favourite Leclerc brother. What can I do for you Charlie?" You heard Arthur shout and "Oi" from the floor, making Charles laugh. "I just needed to see Arthur's hair" he grinned. You flipped the camera around and showed a Shirtless, red-haired Arthur lying on his back on the ground. Charles burst out laughing "good to see the support, brother" he got out in between laughter. "I'll leave you to whatever you're doing, y/n. Thank you so much for Arthur's hair" he chuckled as you said goodbye and he hung up. You leaned over the side of the bed, making eye contact with the boy on the floor "wanna get Charles tomorrow?" you asked him. "The day I say no is the day the world ends" he replies. You laughed as you rolled under your covers, Arthur standing up and getting into the bed next to yours, agreeing to come up with the prank tomorrow.

I was lying awake in bed, I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was how Arthur came out of the shower earlier, his glorious torso on display, towel so low you could see his v-line. All I wanted to do was go over and kiss him silly, he’s so hot when he’s cranky. My crush on his has lasted years and he has no idea. I couldn’t ever tell him, it would ruin our friendship and I don’t ever want to lose him. If we’re friends forever then so be it. I put my earbuds in and put on a good playlist, drifting off to my favourite song.

I woke up the next morning with a crushing weight on my chest and hair tickling my nose. It wasn’t until I felt the fingers tickling my ribs thats I started wriggling around, trying to get the giant on my body. “Arty what the fuck” I grumbled “I was having a really good sleep you prick”. He chuckled and rolled off me, lying next to me a pulling me body into his. I looked up, nearly bumping his nose with mine. I was really hoping he couldn’t feel how fast my heart was beating. “We have a prank to plan”

After you finished getting ready, you hopping in the car with Arthur and headed towards the paddock, brainstorming pranks in the car. “I came up with a brilliant one” Arthur tells you. “Ooo what is it?” My curiosity peaked. We haven’t been able to think of any good ones for Charles all morning. “We should kiss” he said nonchalantly. If I had a drink I would have choked on it, instead I stuck to internally freaking out while my heart started beating out of my chest. “Umm what? I don’t get it. How is that a good prank?” I stutter.

Arthur laughs “just think about it. He walks into his drivers room to find his younger brother and childhood best friend making out, our hands all over each other. You could sit on my lap and we could really go to town, Charles would walk in and freak out. He might even faint!” It hurt a little to think that Arthur only wanted to kiss me for a pranks, but there ain’t no way I’m passing up and opportunity to kiss my crush, even if it isn’t supposed to mean anything.

“Ohhh I get it, that’s would be fucking hilarious. We just have to time it really well and make sure no one sees us go in there” I add on. Arthur agrees “that’s it then, the perfect prank” I chuckle at his declaration. We pull up the paddock, scan our passes and make our way in, making small talk with people but never straying too far from each other.

We saw Charles doing some media before he needed to go in and change into his fireproofs and race suits. I tapped on Arthur’s and should and pointed at his brother, explaining my thinking. I agreed and we rushed inside the Ferrari garage, making our way to the drivers room. I hung around the front of it, keeping an eye out Charles so we could start making out at the perfect time.

A huge group of people made their way, signalling that Charles was moving closer. You could hear him and Carlos talking about the track as they came closer. I quickly slipped into his drivers room, finding Arthur already sitting on the bench. I walked over to him as he patted his lap, “hang on” I semi whispered. I could hear that Charles and Carlos had stopped walking, they couldn’t have been too far from the doors. Once I could hear Charles getting louder I looked back at Arthur, “you ready Arty?” I asked. He nodded and pulled me into his lap.

I moved me knees to go on their side of this body, my right hand slide to the back of neck, sliding my hand though his hair and I grabbed a handful of his fluffy hair. My left hand sling around his broad shoulders. His left hand dipped under my shirt to hold my waist, his other hand wound around my neck. He offered me a kind smile as he used the hand around my back to guide me towards his lips.

It started with small pecks, quickly moving to Arthur slipping his tongue into my mouth, exploring while he got the opportunity. Moved myself closer to him, gripping his hair harder which caused him to let out a low moan. I heard the door to the driver room open as I kept making out with my best friend. The hand around my neck moved to ass, moving me to grind on him a bit.

Charles and Carlos stood in the doorway, dumbfounded before Carlos turned to Charles and said “told you they had a thing for each other, cabrõn” and walked off. Charles stared at his friend as he walked off. He looked back at us, still making out as he walked in. He slammed the door shut, making us jump. “What the fuck is going on? Why are you making out? Why are you doing it in my drive room? Oh my god I need to sit down” he rambled.

I got off Arthur as we started cackling, Arthur turned to me and said “told you it was a good prank, he’s absolutely freaking out” I laughed and looked back at Charles. He looked at us like we just old him Santa wasn’t real. “Wait, this is a prank?” He asked as we nodded “I thought I wouldn’t have to listen to Arthur whine about you anymore y/n but this is going to make it so much worse” I was about to ask something when Arthur grabbed my arm and dragged me out.

Once we got outside the garage I stopped Arthur. “Hang on, Arty. Just stop for a second” he stared at the floor. “What did Charles mean when he said you were whining about me?” I asked him. He tried to deflect the question and walk off. I grabbed his hand, turning him to me and lifting his head the make eye contact with me, asking my question again.

Arthur sighed, putting his hands on either side of my face and kissed me. It wasn’t desperate like the previous make out. It was slow and loving. “I don’t really know to say this, now that Charles has outed me, but I’ve liked you for years. The more than best friends kinda like. The reason I came up with that kissing prank was to get the chance to kiss you, even if it is supposed to be to mean nothing.”

Arthur kept rambling, struggling make eye contact. He looked at him, then smashed your lips into his “I like you more than I best friend should too. I have for years” you smile against Arthur’s lips as he kissed you.

#arthur leclerc fluff #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x reader fluff #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc #f1 #f2 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #leclerc

[mochiwrites]

something about scar keeping the apartment the same while grian was missing makes me emotional cuz ofc scar always holds out hope grian would come home

do you have any thoughts on that first visit back to the apartment after grian escapes the watchers?

it makes me SO emotional ;w; scar held onto that hope for soso long ueueueueue

but that first visit back… ough, it’s incredibly emotional for both of them. grian is really hit by the familiarity of everything and is so touched by the fact that nothing in the apartment changed. he can go through every bit of it and recall some sort of memory tied to it. and scar is just so happy to see grian in their apartment again:

While standing in their bedroom, back to the door, Grian marvels at the sight before him. Just like the rest of the apartment, nothing has been touched. The room is the same, as Grian remembered leaving it. He even spots a certain cat curled up on their blankets, and he smiles. He looks at the bookshelf by his side of the bed, walking up to it. Grian brushes his fingers along the spines, noticing the lack of dust on them.

“Scar you—”

He’s stopped by two arms wrapping around his waist from behind, a weight dropping on his shoulder. From the corner of his eye he can spot a head of brown hair.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Scar questions quietly, his voice shaking and so soft. Grian lowers his hand, moving to set it on Scar’s arm. In response, Scar brings him closer, back pulling tightly to chest. “You’re really here, in our home.”

“I’m here, Scar,” he answers gently, leaning back against him. “I’m home.”

Scar pressed his face more along the crook of Grian’s neck, and the breath he takes in is one that trembles, unsteady. “I didn’t know… Void G, I didn’t know if you’d ever come back to me,” he murmurs. “Every day I hoped and waiting, but I was terrified something happened to you. That I lost you forever.”

Grian’s heart breaks for him, for all of the waiting he was put through. “I’m sorry.” For being stupid enough to believe Them. For leaving you alone for so long. For hurting you with my absence. All of it. “I am so sorry, Scar.”

“Oh, Grian no, darling no.” Scar squeezes him, fervently shaking his head. “You do not get to apologize for being kidnapped by godly beings who invaded your server, mister. In fact, I’m making it illegal,” he declares.

Despite the overwhelming wave of emotion falling over him, Grian snorts. “Illegal? I don’t think you have that kind of authority.”

Scar chuckles, “I do now.” He quiets then, moving to press his lips to the skin of Grian’s neck. “But please… don’t apologize for that, lovebird. It wasn’t your fault.”

Grian doesn’t answer, biting the inside of his cheek. It certainly feels like it was his fault. Sure, he may not have asked to be kidnapped but… hadn’t he still welcomed it, in a way? He has a feeling Scar may not like that thought very much. So he leaves it, sinks into his husband’s embrace. He’s missed this so much. So, so much.

He leans into the sweet trail of kisses that Scar plants on his neck, moving his hand to intertwine their fingers.

“I’m really happy to be home,” Grian tells him, leaning his head against Scar’s. He lets his eyes shut for a moment, knowing that he’s completely safe with his Scar.

He feels Scar’s lips press one last lingering kiss to just below his jaw. “I’m happy you’re home too,” Scar whispers. “So happy, words can’t even describe it.”

They stand like that for a while, just holding each other. In some ways, it feels like Grian never left.

:>

#mochi speaks #secret husbands au #scarian #hermitshipping #mochi writes #because why not throw my writing tag on here tehe #it started as a ramble but then the image of scar hugging grian was too clear #I had to write it out

[gyllenhaalstories]

AND LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S... SUNDAY MORNING — JAKE GYLLENHAAL

summary: after all the costumes & wigs, the cue cards & laughing fits.. you finally get some time with your man on this eventful saturday night. technically it's sunday, but details.

warnings: reader is gender neutral! fluff & smut (hickeys, marking, groping, handjob). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1340

gif credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: is neck kink a thing or am i just a vampire in denial? judging by my obsession with mentioning jake's bulging veins, i'm voting for the latter. thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"I thought the party would never end." You let out a long, heartfelt, sigh of relief. You wanted to crash on the couch and enjoy some downtime after this hectic day, but you knew that you would fall asleep the second your body would get in contact with something comfortable.

"How many times did we try to excuse ourselves? I lost count after like twelve." Jake gave you a hand to lean on while you removed your shoes. The cold floors relaxed your sore feet. "Thought we'd be stuck in there forever."

"It's your third time hosting, shouldn't you be used to it?"

"Eh, maybe... I think I'm just too old for that." You both laughed.

You were too tired to point out all of the things he was most definitely not too old to do. That list would have made partying and cracking jokes left and right look pretty easy in comparison.

Jake made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you stole a few sips from it. The two of you exchanged a knowing look, an agreement to discuss the events of Saturday Night Live at a different time, when neither of you would be exhausted and all talked out.

Instead, you walked towards Jake and hugged him from behind. You turned your head to look out the window and enjoy the sunrise while he slowly swayed from side to side.

"Hey," you hummed, letting him know he caught your attention. "Thank you for being there this week."

You helped as much as you could so that he could focus on the week-long preparation. You even got to rehearse one of the promotional videos with him in his dressing room. Your arms tightened around his body, a silent way to tell him you had just as much fun as he did.

After a while, and several contagious yawns, Jake turned in your arms to face you. You both adjusted your positions so that his hands landed on your back while you wrapped your arms around his neck. This kitchen slow dance lasted a little longer, until Jake decided to end it by kissing your forehead, your nose and, finally, your lips.

A kiss that quickly deepened, both of you happily melting in this loving embrace after several hours that deprived you of some quiet quality time.

Jake's tongue teased your lips, craving more. Soon enough, what started as a sweet peck on the lips turned into passionate making out that pulled whimpers and moans out of the two of you. Once again, Jake took the initiative to break the kiss and rested his forehead against you. "Missed you so much, babe."

"I missed you too." You answered, sharing a breath. You trailed kisses from the corner of his mouth to his cheek all the way to his earlobe that you nibbled on.

"I can see that." A smirk started to spread on his thin lips, he let out soft noises that encouraged you to keep going.

He did not even stop you when you kissed along his defined jawline. Even more surprising, he let you move down to his neck that you covered with open mouthed kisses. You suddenly stopped everything you were doing.

"What's wrong?" Concerned, Jake pulled back with a frown on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay." You nodded and smiled, hoping it was enough to reassure him. If not, your next questions would lighten the mood again. "When do you have to work again?"

He tilted his head, confused. "In a long time." Jake squinted and switched between looking into your eyes and glancing down at your lips that you were biting on. He started to catch your drift, his worries faded as quick as they appeared.

"How long?"

"Long enough."

Without losing any more time, your lips were all over his neck. You switched from side to side, giving more attention to his bopping Adam's apple while you kissed every inch of skin that you could reach. You focused on a specific spot, your lips moulding around his bulging jugular vein. You started to suck on it.

Jake moaned and loud. So often, too often, you were forbidden from leaving marks on visible parts of his body. That still left you with quite the canvas to paint. The problem was that, with a neck as delicious looking as Jake's, it became next to impossible at times to leave it untouched.

You detached your mouth from his skin and admired your work, a dark red mark already bloomed. It was beautiful, but you wanted more.

Jake's head lolled to the back, giving you access to what you so desperately needed.

You had one hand on the other side of his neck, holding him in place while you added more hickeys on his skin Your other hand travelled underneath the layers of clothes. Your fingertips gently brushed over his warm stomach before you scratched the surface with your nails.

"Thought you were tired?" Jake interrupted your moment.

"Yeah, well..." The hand that was on his stomach fell further down and squeezed the hardening bulge in his pants. "I thought you were tired too." You replied with an arched brow.

Jake's lips met yours in another heated kiss. His hands groped mainly your your ass and whatever part of your body he could reach to press you closer against his own.

This makeout session, between his mouth and his neck, lasted until the kitchen was invaded with morning light. "Wanna take this to the bedroom?" You offered in between kisses that left you panting.

"I'd rather take a quick shower first." Another kiss that he ended by biting and pulling on your bottom lip. "You're joining me." It was not an invitation, he knew you would not decline it anyway.

You led the two of you towards the bathroom, not without stumbling on walls and furniture on the way. You kept begging Jake for just "one more, one more mark and then I'm done, I swear just a small one" and he did not even try to stop you.

You lost no time and hurried to undress your man, once you made it into the bathroom and found the light switch after laughing in the dark while hitting every possible spots on the wall. You pressed him against the counter of the vanity, pulling his pants just low enough to take his cock in your hand.

"I knew you'd be turned on watching me in that Snake Eyes skit. Was it the beard?" Making you laugh was more rewarding than doing it in front of an entire audience. Jake's joke barely had time to land before you started to stroke him, replacing his words with grunts.

"Damn right, you looked so hot. If looks could kill, I'd be dead too." You helped him to take off his cardigan and then to pull his white shirt over his head. You discarded the clothes on the floor. Quickly, your lips peppered kisses along the cold metal of his chain until you could catch a glimpse of Jake in the mirror.

Jake's neck was covered in pink, red, purple and blue. There were bruises and teeth marks all over him.

With his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathing, caused by your hand that stroked his cock faster, you admired the painting before your eyes like it was the prettiest watercolour. "You look so good."

Jake's hands travelled to his neck and touched the bruises, one after the other. He winced, his lips curling up from the stinging sensation. "I hope they last for a long time."

"I hope so too," you kissed the spot where his shoulder met his neck. "Or else I'll just have to give you more hickeys."

"Oh no, that's so sad." You spoke together, imitating the funny singing voice he did earlier during his episode of Saturday Night. You laughed until both of you were naked and ready for this shower that promised to be very steamy.

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal x reader

[iminlovewithreneerapp]

"Why are you awake?" Rejanis if you need some motivation! Just read the next chapter of 'Don't say Forever' amazing work! <3

First off thanks love!! Second here it is :)

Ever since the bus accident, regina had reoccurring nightmares that would leave her gasping for air in the middle of the night. As much as she tried to avoid it, it never ended. Not even when she was at sleepovers much to her chagrin.

She woke up and tiptoed around her friends who were sprawled all around the couch and floors. She looked back at the small mattress on the ground where her girlfriend was laying when she fell asleep. It was empty. Pulling out her phone and checking the time she realized she needed to get them both back to bed.

Not before taking a photo of damian and aaron though. Who were curled up on the couch, cuddling, damian’s mouth wide open as his head tilted back. Regina stifled a laugh, Cady would love that, before walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.

She grabbed a glass of water and led herself out the back door and into the small garage. Regina opened the door and walked in slowly smiling.

The short brunette sat on the stool a brush in her hand and biting her lip as she stared at her painting.

“Hey” regina said causing the girl to jump a bit looking back.

“Hey” she said back before turning back to her painting.

“Jay it’s late, why are you awake?” Regina asked walking up to the girl and crouching next to her. She smiled as she wiped a smear of blue paint off the girls cheek.

“I could say the same to you!” Janis shot back.

“Touche, but i’ve been up for 5 minutes and plan on going right back to sleep. I assume you haven’t even gone to sleep yet” Regina says as janis grumbles.

“It’s fine, i really have to finish this.” Janis says lightly shaking regina’s hand off her shoulder.

“You can do it tomorrow.”

“I thought we were going to the mall with everyone tomorrow” Janis says looking up at the blonde her eyes softening.

“Me and you, can stay home. If you want of course”

Janis’s brows unfurrowed as she looked back up at the blonde. She shrugged.

“I need to grab stuff at the mall anyway so it’s fine. Just let me finish this tonight” Janis said, her stubbornness coming back to her.

“Jay, I know you think your nocturnal but you get really cranky when you don’t sleep”

“I don’t get cranky!” Janis scoffs, glaring at her girlfriend.

Regina raised an eyebrow and crosses her arms.

“Just go to sleep Gi” Janis shakes her head and turn away.

“Janis” Regina says.

Janis looks up at her wide eyes, “you said my real name” she mumbled quietly.

“Yeah i did, because im tired and i dont want to deal with you cranky tommorow. So get your little ass to bed” Regina says leaning down and into her girlfriend’s face.

“Come on regina! I’m not a kid, i can stay up late if i want to”

“staying up late was 12 when we watched tv! Not painting at 3:45 in the morning” Regina says narrowing her eyes at the girl.

Janis rolls her eyes and turns back to the easel, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and setting her brush down for a second to judge the painting again.

Regina lets out a sigh that whistles through her teeth.

“Janis seriously, last warning” Regina says her soft tone fading.

“I’m not a kid, just go to sleep if you’re so tired” Janis says with an eye roll. Regina’s frown turn to a smirk as she leans down and grabs her small girlfriend. An arm around her waist she hoists her up and off the stool.

Janis will deny forever that she let out a squeal. Regina heard it though and laughs out loud.

“Hey seriously!” Janis shouts squirming as she hoisted off her stool and set back on her feet on the floor. Regina grins and kisses her cheek before taking the girls apron off and spinning her around.

“Go” she says slapping her butt softly.

“Hey!” Janis shouts, spinning back around angrily and shoving a bony finger in regina’s face.

“I’m not tired and i have things to finish.”

“Janis, seriously. I love you, but please don’t make me manhandle you back to bed”

“Your back couldn’t handle it” Janis scoffs, Regina raises an eyebrow again and janis realizes her mistake too late.

She squeals again as regina leans down and wraps an arm under her knees and back hoisting her into her arms and starting the walk back to the house.

“No Gi!” Janis protests squirming in her arms.

“I told you so many times to go back to bed” The blonde says rolling her eyes as she opens the door back into the kitchen with her back.

“Ok ok! I’m sorry! Don’t hurt your back!” Janis says still squirming.

“Jay” Regina says stopping and looking down at the girl in her arms “my back is fine, you aren’t really heavy jay, I can carry you just fine” She finished grinning softly at the girl.

Janis grumbles at that but constantly stops squirming and just crosses her arms.

“sleep” regina says dropping the girl on the mattress as she lets out a squeal flailing as she falls. Janis glares up at her before flipping her off. Regina chuckles quietly before settling down next to her and pulling the blanket over her.

Janis leans forward and kisses regina softly. “Sorry Gi, I just really need to get this done”

“I know baby, you can get it done when it’s not 3 am though, and if you really want to go to the mall, Than you can come back after and work on it from after dinner until 9 ok?”

“fine” janis agrees letting her shoulders drop and leaning against the blonde picking at the chipped paint under her fingernails.

“I love you” She says softly. Regina smiles and pulls her into her side.

“I know, now sleep before I have to knock you out” Regina says with a grin. They curl up into each other and finally the both of them sleep without problems.

#mean girls 2024 #janis imi'ike #regina george #rejanis #aaron samuels #cady heron #gretchen wieners #karen smith #damien hubbard

[beachy--head]

Drabble time, because one of the thousands reasons I love Japril so much is that they're both equally attracted to each other, even though Jackson is the one always pictured as constantly horny for April (which he is, obviously, but she is as well). So here are our two horny idiots, Boston's style, pre-reunion.

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Jackson looks hot today.

Which is no mean feat, because those damn Avery-Fox genes always make sure that Jackson Avery looks good every day, but there’s something about the way he looks today that makes April hyper aware of everything he’s doing.

He’s in her office, bringing back some paperwork she had asked him to sign, and she cannot concentrate on a single thing he says. She doesn’t know if it’s the rolled-up sleeves, showing off his forearms, or the way he’s been letting his curls grow lately. If it’s the salt and pepper sprinkled on his stubble, or the way his shirt is tucked in his pants, or the fact that she knows the sound he would make if she’d just trail her hand through his hair and on his neck, and she finds herself blushing. 

She absolutely hates it.

Because she cannot find him hot. Good-looking, yes (she has eyes, after all), but attractive? Attractive is a slippery slope. Attractive would lead to opening a door that she thought was forever closed, and would threaten to destroy everything they've built so far in Boston – the friendly co-parenting, the dropping at each other’s place unannounced for a family dinner, the Saturday afternoons in the park with Harriet, the dance recitals seated next to each other. 

It’s not fair, that she still finds him handsome, when both have moved on (or at least are supposed to). Even more, it’s ironic she has these thoughts about her first ex-husband when she’s supposed to be grieving the second one (in the last six months since she moved to Massachusetts, Matthew has only crossed her mind when she thinks about poor little Ruby, and she cannot even muster the courage to feel bad about it). 

She’s lucky that Jackson gets a call in the middle of his explanations and has to rush out. She’s left to gather herself, and notices that he forgot his jacket in his hurry. She bends to pick it up to hang it so it doesn’t wrinkle, and, after looking left and right to make sure no one’s looking, she buries her nose in it and can’t help but take a sniff. It still smells the same, this infuriating good smell that is not only caused by expensive cologne, and she closes her eyes, assaulted by a thousand memories. 

When she comes back to reality, she shakes her head and walks to the hook behind her office's door, hanging the jacket before she can do something stupid like call him back and kiss him senseless.

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April is acting weird.

Years of being apart haven’t weakened Jackson’s knowledge of April Elizabeth Kepner, and that’s why he knows something’s up. She hasn’t been looking him in the eye lately, and now he’s in her office, there are other telltale signs that something is up. She’s hiding something from him, and he’s afraid of finding out what.

I hate working for the foundation and Boston is so cold, I wish I never moved here.

Bailey offered me my old job back and I’m moving back to Seattle with Harriet, see you on the weekends.

I made a huge mistake, Matthew is the love of my life and I’m going to Philly so we can have five children and live happily ever after.

He doesn’t know which scenario scares him the most (the third one, definitely), and he wonders if he should simply ask her what’s going on, if she’d open up to him like she used to. They’re great friends again, but nothing more, mostly because he’s afraid it would be greedy to ask for more, when she has already given up so much to follow him here, and he’s afraid to mess this up. 

Lost in his thoughts, he’s reaching for a file, not noticing she’s doing the same, and a jolt of electricity courses through him when their hands accidentally touch. She quickly removes her hand, murmuring a quick word of apology he waves off, but it unnerves him. Does she feel it, too? That can't-bear-not-touching-you thing that used to be theirs? Is something still there, or is it simply a remnant from a past he thinks about way too often?

Later that day, he’s dropping off Harriet at her place for the weekend (though he’s going to see the both of them the next day so they can go roller-skating, so “for the weekend” is a little bit generous), and as he says goodbye, he leans towards her and, in a gesture of habit, almost kisses her. A simple peck, a routine kiss, a “see you later” that usually goes unnoticed (that is, when you’re married to the person in question and kiss her every day). He manages to stop himself before actually doing something, at great cost, because a part of him is ready to kiss her, consequences be damned. He takes a step back, almost ready for April to slap him and slam the door, but then he sees something in her eyes. Something that reminds him of elopements, of Sundays spent in bed, and of a time when from his lips, the phrase “my wife” sounded like he was praying. 

As he leaves her building and starts walking home, he smiles to himself. When he gets home, he opens his laptop and starts looking for the best florist in town, because maybe some things aren’t better left in the past, and like always when it comes to her, he’s ready to go all in.

#drabble #japril #jackson avery #april kepner

[halfmoth-halfman]

The Ways That I Love You

Pairing: Wyll Ravengard x GN!Reader Word Count: ~700 Warnings: fluff, mild angst, minor blood and gore

You’ve never said the words to each other.

You probably never will.

But you both know.

It’s in the way Wyll laughs, loud and carefree, when you tell him a joke.

He’s a beacon in the darkness that surrounds your little camp, the fire’s glow burning a beautiful amber on his rich, brown skin. His smile is wide, brighter than the fire between you, his happiness so infectious, you can’t help but smile too. Very few can pull this kind of laughter from him, but you meet his eyes and know. It’s only you that can give him such joy — such ease, such comfort — to make him forget the burdens of his past that constantly loom over him. It’s only you. It’ll only ever be you.

It’s in the way you help him clean his horns after a battle.

He’s adapted to their weight, learned to balance his curved crown in battle, and how to sleep without straining his neck. The sensitivity, though… He’s never been fond of the gore staining his armor and skin after a battle, but the feel of blood dripping from his horns fills him with a new type of sick. He never complains, but the slight twitches of his head tell you everything you need to know.

You wait until you’re alone, absconding with Wyll into your shared tent. Head carefully resting in your lap, you pick through the viscera tangled in his horns and meticulously wipe them until they shine. It’s become a ritual for you, tending to the other half of your heart as he dozes against your thighs. It almost slips from your tongue then, held back at the last moment, but he feels the tenderness of your touch and he knows.

It’s in the way he holds out his hand, a silent ask to join his midnight dance.

It’s probably an inappropriate time to dance, but is there ever an appropriate time when you’re fighting the clock and a parasite in your brain? Neither of you can sleep, staring into the dying fire as you listen to your companions snore from their tents. A log pops, faint sparks shooting toward your feet, and Wyll stands.

He presents his hand, softened gaze watching and waiting for your answer. You take it without hesitation, letting him pull you in a waltz you’ve done so many times before. It’s clumsy, the only sounds your feet in the dirt and muffled laughter, but it’s perfect. A quiet moment to forget the world that is forever crashing down around you meant only to be shared between the two of you.

It’s in the way you wake before him, lying still to let him sleep just a bit longer.

Days, weeks, months of endless travel takes its toll on all of you. Never one to complain, Wyll doesn’t speak on how tired he is, how every morning is just a bit harder to get through than the last. You don’t need him to tell you; you feel the ache in your bones, the weight pulling at your limbs. With the role of leader so graciously thrusted upon you, you know you’re meant to up and ready at every daybreak, but he looks so peaceful sleeping beside you.

You keep still, content to listen to the steady rhythm of his heart and ignore the telltale sounds of your companions beginning to rise. You let him sleep until the sun’s risen, gently shaking him when Karlach begins to call for breakfast. He huffs every time, but can’t deny how much better he feels. After a few minutes of playful arguing and someone coming to check on you, he thanks you with a kiss. He makes you promise not to do it again, and you seal it with a kiss and your fingers crossed behind your back.

It’s in the way you carry each other through this adventure, keeping one another grounded amidst the chaos and blood and reality-shattering revelations.

It’s in the way you defend him against his patron, unwavering even when she taunts and threatens you and swearing on every god, known and unknown, to help him escape her grasp.

It’s in the way you vow to stay by his side long after you draw your last breath — your souls are bound in this life and every life after — and he draws his blade to pledge himself to you.

No, you’ve never said the words to each other.

Maybe you never will.

But you both know, and that's all you need.

#wyll ravengard x reader #wyll x reader #wyll ravengard #wyll #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate wyll #bg3 wyll #bg3 fics #moth writes #def didn't forget this one just had to postpone it a week #but i hope you guys enjoy!!!

[lenoraslament]

Slytherin Boys React: Romantic Moments

After my last three posts, consider this aftercare.

Fluff 💕no warnings

Mattheo Riddle

It’s been raining for days. You convinced a reluctant Mattheo to duck into a coffee shop as it poured outside. The atmosphere was cozy and perfect. The rain beat steady on the window and the smell of coffee warmed you.

You both sit sipping hot chocolate, whipped cream unknowingly on your lip. Mattheo had been grumpy all day, but at the sight he grins.

“What?” You ask with a smile. Mattheo cups your chin with once hand, wiping the whipped cream off your lip with his own as you giggle. Then he brushes his lips against yours as he teases you ghosting a kiss leaving you flustered.

“You know I love you, yea?” He asks softly as he gives you another warm kiss. Your heart flutters and he brushes hair off your face, his eyes full of adoration.

“Yes I know,” you say breathlessly as he kisses you endlessly.

Theodore Nott

The biting cold air, makes you shivers your boyfriend looks unbothered in his coat. Another drag of cigarette smoke fills the air as it leaves his lips.

He’s as quiet as usual, forever lost in whatever quiet struggles he never wants to share with you. Theo observes you let out a shiver.

“Come here,” he says opening his coat, he pulls you forward. Your arm goes around his waist as he covers you both with the coat. You can smell his cologne and the smoke, his body warms you immediately as you sigh with relief.

“Better beautiful?” He asks in a low voice as he kisses the top of your head between drags.

Lorenzo Berkshire

It’s no secret that Enzo is popular with the ladies. Before you came along, he was quite the flirt. It comes natural to him, his charm. The way he can make a girl giggle and blush without much effort. And although he has reformed his ways, sometimes it just happens

You’re walking towards the Great Hall when you see a gaggle of girls surrounding your boyfriend. You’re secure in your relationship, so you only roll your eyes and laugh.

Enzo spots you immediately through the crowd, your little smirk making his eyes light up.

“Pardon me ladies” he says as he makes his way to you, grabbing your arm to pull you back before you get to far.

“Enzo it’s-“ you protest but he cuts you off before you can finish. He dips you back, kissing you in the way only Lorenzo Berkshire can.

“Sorry, I need some time with my girl,” he calls over to the group of fangirls he was talking to as his eyes stay glued to you. You both walk away as they all swoon.

Draco Malfoy

Draco was sitting in an armchair near the settee you draped yourself in the common room.

“Darling,” Draco’s voice snapped you out of your reading trance. You smiled over your book at him with an inquisitive look.

“Yes?” You asked tilting your head.

“Sit” he said in a low voice that made you blush as he patted his lap. His arms outstretched waiting for you as you sheepishly made your way over to him. He pulled you in his lap face nuzzling into your neck.

“I missed you beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin.

Your soft laugh makes him look up at you. “Draco, I am sitting less than two feet away,” your lips are nearly brushed against his as he holds the back of your neck gently.

“Still” he says as closes the distance between your lips.

Blaise Zabini

“It’s fifteen galleons,” your voice carries outside the dressing room.

“Well let’s see it then,” Blaise says, he’s been following you around Hogsmeade for the better part of the afternoon and you hopelessly look for a dress. The Yule ball on the horizon and you’re certain you will end up wearing your school uniform the way your shopping trip is going.

“It’s too expensive,” you insist, “I don’t even want to see it and risk liking it”.

Blaise hand plunges into the curtain of the fitting room pulling you out. You huff as you stand in front of the large mirror and are stunned. It’s gorgeous, clinging to your body in all the right places. A silvery blue making your cheeks look rosy, giving you an ethereal glow. It’s exactly what you want.

Before you groan in devastation, Blaise slips a hand around your waist from behind as he joins you in the mirror.

“You are perfection,” he whispers in your ear as he plants a soft kiss on your neck.

“It’s too exp-“ you begin to protest but he reaches back and rips off the tag making you gasp.

“We’ll take this one,” he says walking to the cashier to pay for the dress throwing you a wink.

Tom Riddle

All week you had spent trying your damnedest to understand this potion. Your boyfriend patiently explaining and re-explaining the complexity of the ingredients, the theories of brewing. Somehow it wouldn’t stick. Tom assured you that once you for in front of that cauldron it would all make sense.

It didn’t. The day of your exam, your mind went blank. Your professor sighed as he looked at the discolored gloop dripping out of your cauldron.

“I’ll give you an incomplete,” He said shaking his head, “you can make it up in a week Y/N but I have to say I’m disappointed,”

You nodded and thanked him as your heart sunk. The end of class was nearing and you dreaded seeing Tom. His grades were perfect, his standards impossibly high. Part of the connection you shared was your intellect. You felt tears of shame threatening to spill. When you saw him leaning against the wall outside your class, you let go.

Tom’s eyes widened as he observed your flushed cheeks covered in tears as you could only manage to shake your head. In an uncharacteristic panic he crossed the hall and immediately threw his arms around you as you sobbed onto his chest. The public display of his affection that never happened was not lost on you. His hand wiped your face and stroked your hair.

“Shh it’s okay,” he whispered against your forehead as he rubbed your back.

“You must think I’m an idiot,” you stutter out between hitching breaths.

His lips brush against your temple as he kisses it softly, “I think you’re brilliant.”

#tom riddle #slytherin boys #hp fanfic #slytherin #slytherinboys #slytherin imagine #enzo berkshire imagine #theo nott imagine #blaise zabini #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #slytherin fanfiction #enzo berkshire #theo nott #Blaise zabini imagine #tom riddle x reader #enzo berkshire x reader #theo nott x reader #draco malfoy x reader #fluff

[graphicpepsi]

thunder (nsfw, mdni)

OR: soft morning sex w simon the morning of his deployment :(

You woke up to a hand stroking your back, lovingly, and somehow you could tell he'd been awake for hours already. You hated that you'd woken up. If only you could stay with him, in warm sheets and sunkissed pillowcases forever. If only he wasn't mere hours away from fighting for his life.

"Mornin, love." His voice is gruff from sleep. You look up from his chest to meet his eyes. He looked at you like he mourned you, like he dreadfully pitied your sadness.

It scared him how much you loved him, because it gave him something to live for.

"Don't go, Si."

He sighs, heavy, his chest moving your body as it heaved. You have this conversation every time- every fucking time, and your heart hurts knowing it can only end with one word.

"Can't."

"I know."

He rubs his hand against your back, like he's trying to soothe a child. Your breath is getting caught in your chest, and your head is thick in water, your eyes sting like they've been rolled in salt but you're not going to cry- you're not going to cry. You can't do that to him.

You trace the scratches you left on his chest lastnight with your nails. Simon takes your hand in his, almost examining it.

"Your polish is chipping, love. Get 'em redone while I'm gone, yeah? On me. So you can scratch me up good when I'm back."

You force a small smile. He always insists on paying for everything while he's on deployment. Says it reminds him why he's fighting.

"I'd like that."

You peer over to the alarm clock. 7:30am. He had to leave at 9.

Simon sees the look on your face.

"Baby-"

But it's too late, a tear has already fallen down your face. And then another, and another.

"C'mere."

He sits you up, holding you tight in his arms, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

"It's okay, baby, I'll be back soon, okay?"

You sniffle, pulling away to look at his face. You're going to miss that face. Scarred and worn, soft and loving.

You kiss him, softly at first, like you're timid. But then you're kissing him, desperate and hot, salty tears on your lips. He pushes you down underneath him, gently, his hand cushioning your head. His hands glide up your bare thighs and waist, underneath his shirt.

He doesn't have much on himself- just his boxers.

He slides his hand onto your cunt, his fingers rubbing between your folds. You tug at his hair in your hands, telling him you want more.

"Sh, it's alright, love."

He's barely touched you and you're already shaking. You both know this is the last time you'll feel each other for months.

Even Simon, large and strong, trembles as he slips his finger into you. He's almost wincing at your little moans, your breathy little whines, because it fucking hurts missing you before he's even gone yet.

He curls his fingers inside of you, softly, because he's not fucking you. He fucked you last night, the night before that, the night before that. He left you hazy and vibrating, fucked out, cum splattered everywhere, marks on every inch of your innocent skin.

But this, this was something different.

You dig your nails into his back, harder than usual because you want them to last.

"God, Si, please,"

It's like you're begging him to stay.

You whine when he takes his fingers out, your cunt pulsing around nothing.

"I know love, I know."

He feeds his dick into you, slowly, and you're grabbing at the sheets, his shoulders, his back- everything. He fills you so fucking good.

"God, damn." He grunts as he thrusts into you, his head leaning back. Your back arches into him, rays of warm sunlight covering your body in little orange lines as it filters in through the blinds.

"Si, Si, fuck-"

God he knows how to fuck. Knows how to make you cum faster than you do.

His dick brushes your spongy cervix with every time he slams into you. Fucking heaven. Your tight walls on his cock, like velvet around him.

"This pussys all mine baby, all mine," He grunts, bracing himself above you. His breath is hot on your neck.

"All yours, Si, fuck,"

He slams into you harder, his nose brushing against yours.

"'M gonna cum, Simon,"

You whine, scratching his scalp with your nails, fisting locks of hair.

"Cum on my cock, sweetie, please."

You cum on him with a shudder, eyes screwing shut and your head lolling back. He cums at the way you shake on his dick, the way your little body convulses in pleasure like it doesn't know what to do with itself.

God, you're tired.

He fucks you through your orgasm before gently pulling out, holding your hips with his large hands.

Your eyes are still shut, your cunt aching.

You feel him tuck a blanket over you, another pillow sliding under to support your neck.

"Just go to sleep, baby, shh." He strokes your cheek with his thumb. You half-open your eyes to look at him, sadly.

He's crouched next to the bed, looking at you adoringly.

"I'll be gone when you wake up," His voice is breaking, "But only for a little, okay?"

You grab his hand,

"Please come back."

He runs a finger over your knuckles before kissing them.

"I will, love." His accent is thick next to you.

Neither one of you want to move. But he has a half hour to shower and go.

"I love you, Simon Riley." You whisper, shutting your eyes and sighing with the knowledge this is the last time he'll hear those words next to him for awhile.

"I love you too, baby. Just go to sleep."

He presses a kiss to your forehead before you hear him walk away.

Fuck.

A/N: 🥺🥺🥺 first time writing for our boy Simon bc i also want him primally even tho König is my main piece of ass. Hope y'all enjoyed

#cod smut #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost cod smut #simon ghost riley smut #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #simon x reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley angst

[lotus-sunn]

Guilty as Sin - imagine + headcanons. tw; slightly suggestive, but nothing explicit! (maybe someday, lmao.)

"you're very pretty, you know that?" you said, sitting beside leo on the roof of a city building hidden from the public's eye, a finished little caesars pizza box tossed over to the side near you. orange neon lights reflecting and refracting, beckoning in spite of being half dead. 

the last of the evening rays were completely diminished, covering the sky with ebony hues, the wind mumbling incoherent whispers into your ear.

"yeah? you think so, sweetheart?" he murmured, his fingers deliberately skimming over the back of your hand, his thumb sliding underneath, touching your palm. 

his eyes didn't dare waver from yours, he held your gaze close and slowly lifted up your limp hand between the space of your faces. 

the anticipation was so searingly excruciating, you swallowed back the shaking breaths that felt heavy on your lungs, and leo noticed.

while still holding your hand in his, and what felt like your entire being with his gaze, he lightly pressed his lips to your knuckles, watching your reaction intently. soon closing his eyes, increasing the pressure of his kisses, he moved his lips over your skin, forever leaving the burning memory of his touch in his wake.

"you're very pretty, too, hermosa." his words rolled off his tongue, slurred slightly like he was drunk off wine and the feverishly heat of the moment. no doubt reading your thoughts, you could feel the bastardly smug smirk against your skin.

he trailed his lips up to your wrist, his other hand settling on your waist like he was on a mission to praise every crevice of beauty you held. and soon he made it up to your collarbone, neck and jaw. 

"can i?" leo breathed out, mere inches away from your lips. of course, he didn't even have to ask, he knew your answer. in response your hands brushed past over his plastron, settling on his shoulders. he didn't waste a single moment at that, his lips capturing yours in a swift movement.

his kisses were teasing, frustratingly so, and he nipped your bottom lip in a playful manner which won him a whine from you. he chuckled softly into the kiss, pulling away to admire you. he gazed upon you, lovingly, oh so lovingly, and he could not help but smile like a fool in love. 

he really was nothing short of one. feelings he hasn't fully articulated yet tugging his soul every moment he's with you. sweetly delirious in the presence of you, you tasted like a drug, felt like the sweetest sin yet brought him to heaven. oh, love, what are you doing to him?

"i love you, pretty girl." he whispered tenderly to you before his fingers entwined into your hair, the heat of his palm against the back of your neck as he pulled you into another kiss. 

── leo can be not all that surprisingly romantic. he runs his fingers through your hair and presses your hands together, your hands are smaller than his, warmer, softer... he whispers a lot to make sure you're okay even if you're just kissing. cracks a few jokes every once in a while to keep it comfortable.

── lowkey loves making out w/ you to chase atlantic, the weeknd and make up sex by somo with the led lights on in his room

── absolutely loves whenever you tug on his bandana, never fails to draw out a deep churr from him. he'll hold onto you, hands sliding down your backside pulling you against his plastron tightly. reciprocating every bit of glittering passion you give to him.

── he tells you how divine you are to him, how much he loves you in every possible way, how you practically live in his mind. while doing this, he's caressing you all over, drinking in your flustered expression. tracing the marks on your body with his thumb. he takes every chance to show you how much you mean to him.

── leo is unfair at times, heavy with his teasing. the opportunity is too tempting not to take, and the ego boost he gets from flustering you is almost obscene. "hm, what's that, pretty girl? i can't hear you."

── if you ever want to get him back though, leo's most sensitive spot is an old wound along his side! it has long healed, but if you ever brush your fingertips past that specific spot, he'll shudder, breath in shakingly, his fingers curling into your sides on instinct. a very satisfying reaction to watch. 

── he's extra weak for soft, gentle strokes and loving caresses. he'll look at you with hearts in his eyes while you run your thumb over his jaw when praising him. he'll melt if you cradle his face while kissing him. and he's a sucker for neck kisses (receiving and giving), tilting his head back when your lips trace over that one sensitive spot he has on the right side of his neck.

── leo loves to nuzzle into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. burying his beak into the crook of your neck, leaving love bites if you'll allow him to. it gives him a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that he was the one to leave those marks on you, looking back on them later on.

── he loves kissing, in general but he also loves to kiss you like gomez addams. leaning you back, passionately, holding on to you like if he let go he’d never get to hold you again. calls you lots of sweet pet names too. like sweetheart, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, hermosa, pretty girl, cara mia, querida, mi vida, and mi amor.

IM SO NORMAL SOOO NORMAL ITS NOT LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS WROTE SMTH ABOUT MY FAVORITE CHARACTER

#kat IM SO INLOVE WITH THIS #OMFG AHHHH I CANT READ YOUR WORK IF ITS LIKE THISSS/pos #KAJKJSKJSKSJ THE FACE HOLDING YOU REMEMBEREDDD AKJSKJS #THE BANDANA??? THE SCAR HELLO??? #0///0 #IM SOOO NORMAL #neck kisses oh my godddd #SWEETHEART??? AHHHH #THE MARKINGS IM GOING INSANE???? #smug bastard i love him sm #gomez addams KISSES??? IVE DREAMED OF THAT KAT YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE POWER YOU HOLD #leo tmnt #leo x reader #leo rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of tmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo

[thezombieprostitute]

Constant Change - Part 2

Summary: You and Nick must navigate the new territories of pregnancy and parenting while managing the continued hostility from Clark Kent.

A/N: Reader is AFAB, in her late 30's, early 40's. No other descriptors used.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: Pregnancy issues. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 1 -- Part 3

Your “retirement” party comes too quickly for your preferences. You knew your bosses were being pressured to get you out of your job but you didn’t think they’d push for you to leave in just a week. You worked for them for so many years but because of one rich asshole you’re given such a short amount of time to say your goodbyes and make sure your coworkers can cover your job until a replacement is hired. You’d genuinely hoped to train whoever they hired but that’s not an option. 

The one solace was that you got out before your pregnancy started showing. You weren’t sure you could handle your coworkers’ well-intentioned, but unwanted, advice. You weren’t necessarily a private person but the number of stories you’ve heard about complete strangers rubbing pregnant bellies without permission and criticizing everything the woman does has you feeling shy. You haven’t announced anything yet, especially not to your family, though you get the sense Nick is bursting to tell people. 

He went with you to your first appointment with the OBGYN. He was attentive and caring. You saw the telltale signs of him making mental notes whenever the doctor said things to look out for. You got the impression that if he could carry you everywhere he would, just to make sure you didn’t overexert yourself. But he is respecting your wishes to keep your pregnancy quiet for now and that’s what matters to you.

Well, part of you does enjoy how doting and overly attentive he can be. It feels nice to be taken care of so completely sometimes. And it really feels like there’s nothing Nick wouldn’t do for you. You really need to make sure you don’t take advantage of that. You’d hate for him to feel like you were using him or were ungrateful for all of his care. 

You leave your office for the last time, carrying a box full of your personal items and some gifts from coworkers. It feels strange to know you’ll never work here again. There are so many changes happening in such a short time it’s making you feel off kilter and you start quietly crying as you wait for Nick to pick you up.

Thankfully he doesn’t leave you waiting for long. He pulls the car up to the curb and immediately jumps out to get the box from you. He’s about to make a comment about you not carrying anything heavy when he sees your tears. Holding the box in one arm, he reaches out and gently caresses your face, wiping away some of your tears. He looks intently into your eyes, silently asking if you need him to do anything. It’s another thing you love about Nick, he waits for you to tell him what you need. He never presumes he has all the answers. 

You lean into his touch and hug him as you let your tears keep falling. He holds you close with his unburdened arm. You can’t see him looking around and giving death glares at people who give you odd looks. They quickly look away and leave the two of you alone with you none the wiser. 

When you’re ready you gently pull away from him, “we should probably get going home. Don’t want you to tire your arm holding that box.” You smile and give a little chuckle at his incredulous expression. “Not that you can’t carry it forever if you really wanted to,” you assure. “I just want that arm strength saved for holding me.” 

He breaks out into a smile and kisses you, “I love you, too.” He quickly puts your box in the backseat of the car before opening the passenger side door for you. You used to try to tell him he didn’t have to keep opening doors for you but have long since given up, opting for a little ‘thank you’ kiss on the cheek every time he does it. Part of you wonders if that’s why he keeps doing it.

“I really miss lamb curry,” you mope over your bowl of oatmeal with minimal flavorings. “Can’t wait for the morning sickness to subside.”

Nick smiles sympathetically, “I can’t wait, either. It’ll be one less thing we have to worry about for you. But the dietary changes are helping, right?”

“Yeah. My stomach still gets upset, of course, but it’s nowhere near so…volatile.” He nods as he continues eating his own oatmeal. “Also, Nick, I just…I want to thank you.” He gives you a quizzical look. “Thank you for not eating or drinking foods I can’t have. At least not in front of me. I can’t tell you how much easier it is to deal with this drab diet because you’re not flaunting your ability to eat whatever you want.”

“It’s not a problem my Lady,” he assures. “Besides, I still get plenty of my favorite flavor when I eat you out.”

You giggle and heat rushes to your face. You’ll never get over just how into you this man is and how seriously he takes your pleasure. It’s so much more than you’ve ever gotten before.

“We do still need to talk about what to do for a wedding,” you think out loud, looking at the beautiful ring Nick had gotten you. It was so beautiful, the stone's color making you think of Nick's eyes. Whenever you'd gotten anxious you looked at it and thought about his eyes looking at you with nothing but love and it calmed you down. “I suppose we’ll have to tell our respective friends and family members at some point as well.”

Nick covers your hand in his, “whatever you want to do, we can do. You want a grand wedding, we’ll make it happen. You want a civil ceremony, we can do that too. You have full say in this.”

“You know I appreciate your opinion,” you counter. 

“My opinion is that, so long as we end up married, I don’t care how it happens.” He brings your hand to his lips to kiss it.

“Maybe not a civil service,” you ponder. “I don’t want to go back to the office any time soon, even for such a happy thing. But I do like the idea of a small event. We’ve both had enough attention to last a lifetime thanks to that live-stream.” 

“Thank you, again, for hiding my face as much as you could during that,” Nick interjects. “Pretty sure it’s a big part of why I was able to keep my job instead of being relegated to office duty. And you know I can’t sit still for that kind of work.” He smiles at you, eyes filled with love and mirth. 

“Any follow up from Teach or Barber on the case?”

“Kent’s lawyers have finally convinced him he’s fucked up by suing us,” Nick chuckles. “But, of course, it’s too late for him. Barber’s working on avoiding getting me drug into the spotlight. At the same time, DA Rhodes is looking to enjoin the suit with the criminal trial Kent’s facing for attempting assault and stalking.”

“What would that mean for us?”

“We’d be saying that our defense against Kent’s claim is the result of his criminal trial. I’ll be honest, it’s not my favorite. I don’t want either of us on that witness stand for a second longer than we have to be. If it all works out, we won’t have to enter the courtroom at all.”

“That would be lovely,” you admit. “If Kent is willing to settle, maybe we can make a restraining order part of the settlement.”

“I wouldn’t mind taking this to a jury trial, get a bunch of his dirt out in public, but that would put me in a difficult position.”

“So we push for settlement and use the money for our honeymoon,” you joke.

“That actually wouldn’t be so bad of an idea,” Nick kisses your hand again. “I’d love to take you anywhere in the world.”

“Maybe a second honeymoon after…” you rub your belly. “After things get a little more settled?”

“I promise,” Nick brings you in for a kiss.

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The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Seven: Interviews & Cocktails

Jake Kiszka x Reader series

Words:5.2k+

Summary: After Jake comes close to risking it all at an interview, he takes reader out on a romantic date.

CW: MDNI, 18+, smut, fluff, drinking, cursing, talks of sex, h!ckeys, daddy k!nk, pet names, degradat!on k!nk, teasing, masturbat!on, unsolicited flirtation, dom male, I think that’s it

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Sorry for the late post, I saw GVF this weekend and it was so much fun :)

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In the morning, Jake woke you up quite early. He stood in his bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror while he buttoned up his shirt. It was quite a view to behold. He turned to you, noticing you had awoken.

“Goodmorning, my sleeping beauty.” he walked closer to the bed.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up slightly. “Goodmorning.” you said through a yawn.

He left a tender kiss on your cheek. “I ordered coffee and donuts to the house. They’ll be here soon.”

“Thank you. You're so thoughtful.” You smiled.

“I have to leave for my interview soon. Will you be okay here?” he asked, rubbing cologne on his wrists and neck. The smell spread around the entire room. His seductive scent had always gotten the best of you, in the short time that you’d known him. You continued to take in the scent of his musky cologne, not registering a word he was saying. “Can you let yourself out?”

You snapped back to reality, “Mhm.” you nodded.

He put on his coin necklace, one that had to be his favorite by the amount he has worn it. “Josh is calling me, I gotta go.” He gives you one more kiss. “I’ll see you tonight, my love.”

You watch as he leaves, already missing his alluring & charming presence. You lay back down, the feeling of his bedsheets surround you. You help but take a deep breath, inhaling the fabric that smells just like him.

You feel your eyes becoming heavy as you begin to drift back to sleep. His natural scent on the sheets engulf you. You feel at peace. Then his doorbell rings.

Jake’s POV

Walking out of my apartment I couldn’t stop thinking about y/n. She has me in a trance and my consciousness has been taken over by her, but I can’t complain. She is the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world.

And having her beneath me as I fucked her senselessly made her even hotter.

I was going to have to keep it together today. We do interviews often but now I’m not my normal self. She brings out a new side of me, a better side.

Getting in my car I turn on the heater to counteract the cool autumn breeze. I offered to pick up Josh on the way since I was heading in his direction. I knew he’d be full of questions about the night y/n and I had. Although I’ll share the amazing time we had during the party and her spending the night, I would be keeping the intimate parts between her and I.

As much as I wanted to share her to the world, I wanted her to be kept a secret. When people find out about our love lives it can get messy, and invasive. I want to protect her and I’m sure if I explained it to her she would understand, but on the other hand I don’t want to mention it. What if she thinks I’m taking this too fast and it scares her off?

Too many things scrambling in my head causing me to almost run the red light. I get it together and pull up to Josh's house. He’s waiting outside his house, and makes a face as if he’s been waiting there forever.

“About time.”

“I don’t wanna hear it Josh, you’re always late and now you wanna act like you’re on top of things.”

Josh rolls his eyes. “Soooooo tell me about Miss Y/N from last night, how long have you been seeing her?”

Josh and I were close, I could trust him not to share with everyone else.

“I don’t know…3 or 4 weeks.” I shyly say.

“So it's getting serious.” He says with a giggle and gives me a cheeky smile.

“We’re nothing Josh, just enjoying each other's company, I’m not trying to bring attention to her. But as long as it’s okay with everyone you might be seeing her more often.”

Josh has a confused look on his face waiting for me to continue.

“I know the band has been looking for a hair stylist for tour, and Y/N mentioned she was a hairdresser and the offer kind of slipped out of my mouth.”

Josh thought about it for a moment staying silent, I was worried that I did something wrong.

“I mean, we're going on tour soon anyways so if we can fill up the spot, I don't see why not.”

A sigh of relief left my breath.

“But I don't wanna see any canoodling on the tour bus.”

I slap him on the shoulder.

“So what happened last night with you and her anyway Jakey?”

“None of your business, and if anything happened I think we’d wanna keep that between us.”

“Okay Mr. Mysterious.” He joked.

I pull into the lot where the interview would be. Getting out of the car and locking it, Josh and I start walking up to the building.

Before reaching for the door, Josh stops in his tracks and turns to me. “You know you're not as mysterious as you think you are.”

I shoot him a confused look.

“If you wanted to remain ‘mysterious’ I would cover up that chest of yours.”

I quickly glance down, noticing my chest is covered in her marks. I can’t help but to smile to myself, remembering all that happened last night. My face flushes red out of embarrassment. I look back up at Josh, who’s currently examining my entire chest.

“You think I give a fuck?” Am I really doing this? I actually do kind of give a fuck. I know I said I wanted things to be kept private with her for now, but at the same time I also just want to show off everything she’s done to me. Plus, no one will really know it’s her, right?

“Well, you should.” Josh tells me.

“Why?” I questioned.

“Well-“ he trails off and I watch as he is at a loss for words.

“Exactly.”

Even if I didn’t say what happened between us last night, the hickeys on my chest would definitely tell a story.

The interview was all a blur. Normal questions about the new album, our upcoming tour, and of course our personal lives.

I didn’t talk a lot during the interview, I never do. Josh usually takes over and answers any questions he wants to. I was spaced out for a while until I heard my name.

After the interviewer asked the other guys some questions, she turned to me. “So Jake, we’ve seen you a lot on the internet with a pretty young lady at your release party and out and about, who is she?”

My face got hot immediately. I thought about it for a while not knowing what to say. “She’s a friend, nothing crazy.”

“Right and did your ‘friend’ cause those marks on your neck?” The lady pestered.

Before I could say anything, Josh stepped in. “He’s actually breaking out in a rash, so if you’re done asking invasive questions, I think we’ll be done with this interview now. Thanks.” He spat.

Josh got up and the rest of us followed, all giving an awkward ‘thank you’ to the interviewer.

Josh was speeding out of the building, I was finally catching up to his pace. He looked annoyed, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. He could be a huge pain in my ass sometimes, but I really did love him and the way we always looked out for each other. Deep down, he truly is a great brother, setting aside all of the silly bullshit he pulls sometimes. I know how he would have felt if that question were to be asked to him, and I'm glad to know that I would have defended him in that same way.

“Thank you for having my back back there.” I give Josh a reaffirming pat on the shoulder.

“I just don’t want you to have to be pushed to reveal something before you're ready. Plus, I just wanted to go home.” He said. “But watch yourself, Jake. That was risky, what you did. And I don’t want that situation happening again.”

I nodded, feeling thankful for Josh but even a bit guilty. God, I can’t believe I was so stupid to do that. I should’ve at least tried to cover them up.

We got in the car and the rest of the ride was silent. After I dropped Josh off at his house, I caught myself looking down at my own chest multiple times.

I couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful marks she had left all over me. They were masterpieces within themselves. These marks were a result of our passion and thirst, and I couldn’t get enough. I was fiending for more.

A rush came upon my cock. Fuck. I needed to get home. I began to speed, nearly passing through multiple red lights and stop signs. The ache in me was growing stronger.

I run into my house, needing a release. I see that y/n had left, but not without leaving a trace. I see a note on my nightstand.

“Thank you for having me last night, sir. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for tonight.

-Y/N❤️”

Fuck, that was my breaking point.

I strip off my clothing rushing into the shower, turning on the hot water.

It made it even harder to control myself being in the same place she made me cum last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

How sexy she looked with her lips wrapped around my cock.

Being able to see her ass while she was on her knees.

Looking at her begging eyes for more.

My cock was throbbing for release. I start pumping up and down, thinking about her. Every motion I make, I think about moving in and out of her. The tight walls of her pussy clenching around my length. Stroking faster, and faster. I couldn’t take it much more. My head swings back, getting hit by the hot water.

“Fu-uck.” I groaned under my breath

I came all over the tiles of the shower walls, continuing until I milked myself of every last drop.

Breathing heavy, I bring myself back down from the high I just experienced.

I finish my shower by scrubbing my body and cleaning myself off the shower walls.

Now all I could think about was the night I was about to have with her, and what was going to happen.

Y/N’s POV

You finished up your look for the evening. You didn’t really know what to expect other than to dress ‘pretty like you always do.’

You finished curling your hair and clipped the front two pieces back to keep them out of your face, not knowing what the night would hold. You didn’t want to assume that the night would end the way yesterday did, but the tension that has been shared between you and Jake is basically causing it.

You change into a burgundy slip dress. It was tight and just sat a few inches under your ass. You sat down and put on your black high heels.

Finishing up on your makeup, you put on a natural base and dark eye shadow paired with a dark red glossy lip.

You look down at your phone to see Jake had just texted you.

Jake: Your chariot awaits m’lady.

You smile to yourself as you read his text a few times over.

Grabbing your purse with nothing in it other than your lipstick and phone, you head out the door to meet up with your date. You didn’t want to expect he would pay for you, but come on, why wouldn’t he?

You walk out your apartment to be met with Jake leaning against the hood of his car. His arms are folded across his chest with his left leg on top of his right one. His swinging his car keys around on his pointer finger.

Even though he was concealing his chest, you could still see purple remnants from last night poking out. You hope no one saw them today at the interview.

He finally sees you coming out of your apartment and he hops up off the hood and runs a hand through his hair. You see him quickly reach into the car, to pull out a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful pink, purple, and white flowers were wrapped in brown paper.

“Hi Gorgeous.” He hands you the flowers, laying a kiss on your forehead.

“Thanks Jakey.” You had a huge smile on your face, your cheeks getting red.

Without any thought you bring him into a tight embrace. You feel his big, strong arms wrapped warmly around you. The passion between you two is coursing through his veins and into yours.

You feel safe with him, you never felt this way with another man before. You never got into a serious relationship with anyone before, but this one felt like it could be. But you didn’t know if he felt the same, or if you were just friends with benefits.

Releasing from the hug you look up into his dark brown eyes. How could someone be so beautiful. He still has your hands on the back of you, taking you all in.

“Seriously, how can you be so gorgeous.” He continues to rub up and down your back. “Are you ready to go?”

You nod and begin to go to the passenger side. Jake slides up from behind you grabs the door before you can, opening up the door for you.

He closes it and runs around to get in the car with you.

“So are you ready for an amazing night?” He says starting the car and pulling off onto the street.

“I am, but what do you have planned?”

“You’ll find out when we get there, darling.” He reaches over to grab your thigh.

You delicately place your hand on top of his, your thumb gently grazing over the back of his hand.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed by. You stared out the window, admiring the scenery. Jake's eyes were moving between the road and you.

“So, how was the interview today?” you ask, finally breaking the silence.

“Well,” he used his free hand to scratch the back of his neck, “Ehh…”

You could tell just by his tone it didn’t go too well, and you didn’t want to pry. “It's okay. You don't have to talk about it.”

“Let’s just say that…an uncomfortable question came up, and Josh confronted the interviewer and stormed out.” he let out a loud sigh.

“Oh no” you gasped. “I'm sorry that happened.”

“I'm over it.” he placed his free hand back onto your thigh. “I just want to focus on having a good night out with my girl.”

He smiled at you and your cheeks flushed a rosy pink shade.

“Actually, you haven’t made me your girl yet.” You give him a matter-of-fact grin.

“Well maybe I should fix that.” He mocks your smile back, gripping your thigh tighter.

It was only a little bit longer until you pulled up to the restaurant. You really couldn’t tell where you were when Jake pulled up alongside the building. He got out, walked around to your side to open your door. He gave a strong hand to help you out. Jake handed off the keys to the man waiting near the car, and kept walking towards the door with you in hand.

Valet? must be a nice place. He acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary. You could get used to this lifestyle, especially if you were going to be “his girl.”

He holds open the door for you, trailing closely behind. The hostess looks at you, and then to him.

“Hello Mr. Kiszka. Table for two, I suppose?”

All he does is give a nod to the hostess as she walks you to your table. The restaurant is very dim, only being lit by the candles on each tabletop.

When you reach your table, he pulls out your chair for you and pushes your chair into the table.

You scan over the menu, everything looking very delicious. You can't help but glance at the prices, your eyes widening.

Jake notices you doing this, and he brings down the menu from in front of your face. "Don't look at the prices. Get yourself whatever you want."

You assume he's been here before, so he's probably used to these prices.

"The cocktails here are some of the best I've ever had." He nods, scanning over the menu himself.

"Good. That's what I have been needing. What kind have you tried here?"

"I only really ever gotten the Negroni. It's top notch here. Josh got a hibiscus cherry vodka spritz last time-he made me try it-it was actually pretty exquisite." He tells you, his head still buried in his menu.

You nod. "I think I'll get that then."

He lifts his head up and looks at you. Just before he can say anything else, the waitress comes up to take your drink orders.

"Hi, I'll have a Negroni." He begins to order. "And she'll have the hibiscus cherry vodka spritz, please." He nods and smiles at the waitress. "Thanks."

You notice the waitress gives him a pining look before she turns to walk away, to which he notices, but ultimately ignores it. You look back to Jake after she disappears out of your sight.

“What was that about?” You ask him, sounding utterly offended. “That was completely inappropriate.”

“Yeah, that happens a lot.” He just shook it off. “It’s nothing to worry about, doll.”

Jake’s POV

I felt only the slightest bit flattered, but those were just advances that I didn’t want. I am completely committed to Y/N. Even though I do love how she is getting so jealous over it. I would do the same thing if I saw somebody flirting with her, and I have, but I think she already knows that by now. I liked how we could be so protective over one another. I would defend her for my life and I knew she would too.

As we waited for our drinks to arrive to the table, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I loved the way her burgundy dress fit her body. How could she know burgundy was my favorite color? This woman just couldn’t get out of my mind.

Y/N’s POV

You noticed Jake was staring you up and down. His eyes were full of affection and longing.

“What are you staring at?” You ask with a cheeky smile.

“How did you know burgundy is my favorite color?” He asks, his cheeks start to flush a rosy pink tint.

“Just a wild guess.” You shrugged. It really was a coincidence.

“You pull it off really well.” He placed his forearm firmly on the table, his hand grabbing yours. “I like burgundy even more now.” He chuckled.

Someone brings your drinks over and you begin to sip at it.

You giggled as you slowly reached your foot underneath the table to meet with his. You rub your heel against his shin sensually.

“Playing footsies I see, are you trying to tease me?”

“No, I just want some physical contact.” You say sweetly.

He realizes that you truly are doing it with no sexual intent and smiles.

He reaches across the table and grabs your hands, cupping them inside his. Rubbing his thumbs over your hands.

“Is this better?”

You give him an affectionate nod.

“You look stunning tonight baby.”

You take him all in wondering how you got so lucky to be on a date with this man. You retract your hand and pick up your menu and begin to look at it, but before you could make a decision Jake takes it away. “You won’t be needing this.”

“How will I pick what I want?”

“You're not going to.” Just like clockwork the waitress comes back over. Radiating a smile only to Jake.

“So what can I get for you guys tonight?”

“I’ll be having 14 oz sirloin with mash potatoes and broccoli, and my date will have the 12 oz filet mignon with mash potatoes and green beans. Thank You.” He hands off the menus to the waitress and brings his attention back to you, with a shit eating grin across his face knowing what he did.

“So what was that about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh I don’t know, ordering my food without me picking?”

He picks his hand up and with his index and middle finger he motions you to lean in a little more. “C’mhere.”

“If you haven’t realized by now, I’m in charge here, okay. You're mine, so I get to make the decisions for you. Got it?”

You got it, loud and clear. If anyone else had done this you would have slapped them across the face, but when he did it, it turned you on.

“Got it, Sir.” You say with a smug look on your face.

“Good girl.” He whispers.

The time between then and the food coming out was filled with light banter and slight teasing.

“You know, I was planning on getting a steak anyway.”

“That’s good, even though you were going to get that either way tonight.”

You laugh, you really like this dominant side of him. You would have never expected this from him. Sure he didn’t seem like a submissive type of guy, but you weren’t expecting this much from him so early on.

The waitress brings over your and Jake's food, setting it down on the table placing yours down and then Jakes. As she gets up from putting the food down, she pushes her chest out towards him hoping he would see down her chest.

He leaned away from her, but she didn’t take the hint. She slowly brings her hand up his arm and lands it on his shoulder. How dense could this chick be?

“Let me know if you guys need anything else. I will get you a refill, Mr. Kiszka.” She takes a look at your drink, obviously seeing that yours was also low as well and choosing to ignore it.

Jake calls to her, “Hey!” She spins around with an eager look on her face. “How about a refill on my date's drink too since it’s low. Well, you already knew that, but chose to ignore it.” He turns to you, “Anything else you want, baby?”

You shake your head, Jake sending a condescending smile to her. Her face turned red from embarrassment and walked away.

Jake reaches across the table and grabs a knife and begins to cut your food, you give him a confused look. “Whats the matter, y/n?”

“Now you're cutting my food for me?”

“Only princess treatment for you darling.” He says with a smirk across his face.

“What are you going to do now, feed it to me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I know you're not incompetent.” He grins.

Fuck, all this degrading was kind of turning you on. You’ve heard the ‘good girl’ and stuff along those lines, but this was different. Something you could get used to, something you were willing to explore.

You both continue eating your meals, chattering lightly. You guys had a lot in common that you had not noticed. You could see this turning into something serious. Jake gets the check, pays in check, and writes a note on the receipt. He stands up walks towards you and offers a hand for you to get up.

As you walk around the table to leave you get a glimpse.

Price: $237.57

Tip: Don’t be so loose with your customers.

Total: $237.57

You smile and giggle at the receipt walking hand in hand with Jake. It was an amazing night you would never forget, you felt closer to him, more comfortable. As you wait for the valet to bring the car around, he notices you shivering from the cool night air. He wraps an arm around your shoulders in an attempt to warm you up. He opens the car door for your guiding you into your seat, he presses a light kiss on your forehead and travels around to his side and sits next to you. He turns on the car and starts to drive out of the restaurant. You notice he takes the back roads rather than the main roads that would get you back to your house sooner.

“You know if you went right we would have been on the main roads, were kind of going out of the way.”

“I know.” He says sharply. “Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah Jake?”

“Take off your panties.”

“What?” Your face gets hot immediately. You couldn’t fathom what he just said.

And in the most condescending tone, “I said, take off your panties, place them in my hand, so I can feel how fucking wet you were the whole night, y/n. Did you understand it that time?”

You take a big gulp, realizing what he said wasn’t a joke, it was a command. You decide to test him. “And what would happen if I don’t?”

“You really wanna find out, don’t fucking test me y/n, or else your going to get punished.”

You begin to hike your dress up a little bit beginning to bring your hands to the hem of your lace panties.

“Bring the seat back, so I can get a good view of you and your dripping wet pussy.”

You reach down to the handle bringing your seat back just enough so he could get a view of it. You bring your legs together and pull your panties down past your ankles and untangled from your heels. He shoots his eyes back and forth between you and the road. You hand them off to him into his already open hand. He squeezes them tightly.

“So wet for me baby, I barely did anything. Were you thinking about naughty things during dinner?”

You were definitely thinking about it. About the things he could do with his veiny strong hands as he grabbed his drinks and cut your food. Or thinking about leaving marks all over his chest again just like you once did.

He grabs your thigh trailing up close to where your underwear once was.

“Maybe…” You say very quietly.

“Speak louder darling, it isn’t something you should be ashamed of.” His raspy voice commands. “Were you thinking about me doing naughty things at dinner? Were you?”

“I was, a lot of things.”

“I was thinking about a lot of things too, seeing you follow all my commands. It turned me on y/n, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t dealing with something during dinner too.”

You look down at him, he was hard, very hard.

“So since you're such a good listener, I want you to sit there and touch yourself and not cum until I tell you to. You understand, baby?”

You understood fully, and would be lying if you said you didn’t need a little release from the night you had. So you sat back and spread your legs and began rubbing quick circles around your clit.

“Good girl baby, always listening to daddy.”

God, he turned you on so much. This made you throw your head back into the seat, moaning aloud.

“Say my name baby, who am I?”

You sweetly moan “daddy” under your breath. Closing your eyes takes in all the feelings you were experiencing.

“Say it louder for me darling, who am I?”

You quicken your pace on your clit rubbing faster and faster. You are getting to your climax. “Fuckkk daddy.” You scream louder than before.

“There we go. You gonna cum for me, babygirl?”

You whine and start to moan louder and louder. He looks at you, in awe. “Fuck, you look so sexy right now y/n.”

“Jake I’m gonna..”

“Do it baby, look at me, scream my name.”

With a few more circles onto your clit your body is hit with waves of pleasure.

“Jake!”

You came, hard. Your white slick dripped in between your fingers, dripping down your fingertips.

“So good baby, go ahead and taste yourself for me.”

He pulls up to your apartment, just in time for him to turn himself to face you. You bring your hand up to your mouth, sucking on your finger making intense eye contact with him as you do it. His jaw drops slightly.

“Holy shit y/n, you're the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life.” He leans in and kisses you deeply, probably still able to taste your juices.

Doing the usual routine he always does when he drives. He opens the door for you, holding your hand to help you out. He continues to hold your hand as you walk up the cobblestone path.

As you approach your front door, he squeezes your hand a few times, letting you know his presence is still with you.

You grab your keys and unlock the door. He steps in and right as the door shuts he pushes you against the door. Before you can process it you are deep into another kiss. One hand on your hip and one above your head on the doorframe, pulling you towards him. You buck your hips forward and pull him in tight by his shirt. He pulls away looking into your eyes.

“You make me crazy y/n.” He grins. You smile, realizing the effect you actually had on him. He begins to kneel down leaving kisses on your legs as he brings your right leg onto his knee. He fiddles with the latch on your heels and removes them for you. After he does the second one he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room lying you on the bed.

“Where's your pjs?”

You point to the middle right drawer, still coming down from the high you had just experienced. He picks out his favorite piece that he sees, a black flowy tank top and matching black flowy shorts. He begins to unzip your dress for you, pulling it down. To Jake’s surprise, you opted to not wear a bra during dinner. This was evident as his eyes lit up as the top of your dress revealed your chest. His fingers run over every curve and every inch your body holds. You can tell he is lovingly admiring you. It's in a sweet, affectionate way. Even though the sex with Jake has been more than great, you love to just be admired. You loved to just feel loved. It had been a long time since you had let somebody look at your naked body in a way that wasn't sexual, and it felt good.

Jake asked if you wanted him to spend the night but you had to decline his offer, as you had work early in the morning.

He delicately slid the silky fabric onto your body. Placing it delicately as if he was wrapping an ethereal art piece. He tucks you under your duvet and lightly presses a kiss onto your forehead.

“Sleep well tonight baby, have amazing dreams.” He whispers, making his way towards the door.

“I hope you're in them.”

He smiles, starting to walk towards the door in your room. Just as he’s about to walk out he turns to you.

“I would say I hope you’re in mine, but it already feels like I’m dreaming.”

And with a soft smile he left and a few moments later you hear your front door shut. You couldn’t help but get up and watch him leave from the window. You watch and smile realizing this is one of the most amazing experiences you’ve had in a while. You head back to your bed realizing that you truly are already in a dream.

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Hanahaki comic part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Ah well they got their feelings out... now they should really have a long talk.

Sun and Moons flowers are still growing eventhough they confessed.. curious huh?

Well and the daycare is just fully trashed after their freak out... luckily y/n found them at the tail end of it or this could have gotten an absolutly heartbreaking route...

#sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant #fnaf eclipse #i guess??? #dca #dca x y/n #hanahaki comic #my art #guys. #this took me forever because the angst in the last part just took me tf out #i can make angst but i probably shouldnt because it really affects me mentally #anyways get kissed idiot @ all three of these idiots #this eclipse just has both sun and moon active at the same time but its more like they become a new person through it #a little like in steven universe? i guess? #anyways this eclipse is a big softi #anyways i love the 'you ran away...' panel with all my heart #soft glances! soft glances! #i really just took so long because i mentally couldnt stomache drawing the argument part as soon as i got to the fluff it was super fast

[kiwicidios]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ੭ . ೕ 🎀 ⌒

#⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪ ◌ .｡o ♪ ⁺‧ Can i get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? #twitter layouts #messy layouts #messy packs #animelayout #anime packs #anime headers #manga layouts #soft layouts #ame-chan layouts #ame-chan icons #ame-chan packs #ame chan #needy streamer overload icons #needy streamer overload packs #needy streamer overload layouts #needy streamer overload ame-chan #needy streamer overload #pink layouts #pink icons #pink headers #headers by me

[saturncodedstarlette]

Krueger : Danger is my middle name.

Y/N, smiling blissfully : That’s a lie.

Y/N : Your name is cutie-pie.

Y/N, boops his nose & giggles :

Krueger, a literal war criminal :

Krueger, country’s most wanted man :

Krueger, who escaped from KSK Custody :

Krueger, who fled the country :

Krueger, has identities :

Krueger, “accidentally” killed innocent civilians :

Krueger, is Y/N’s cutie-pie :

Krueger, smiles at the thought of it : ☺️

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Call of duty x reader #Sebastian Krueger #Cod Krueger #Sebastian Krueger x male reader #Sebastian Krueger x fem reader #Sebastian Krueger x gn reader #Sebastian Krueger x you #Sebastian Krueger x reader #Sebastian Krueger x oc #Original : Steven Universe #This man deserves more attention 😤👏🧎‍♀️🙏 #🪼 | Can I get a kiss? | And can you make it last forever?