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jakescaravel · 2 months

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A Lovey Promise 2

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 6,498

Warnings: *This fic will not be for everyone so read the warnings carefully* Sub Jake, anal fingering (m receiving), oral and rimming (m receiving), explicit sexual content, riding, nervousness (handled very well), gagging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight mentions of pain (only briefly), cum play, dares, teasing, hickeys, praise, mentions of alcohol, being tipsy, kissing, slight angst, cuddling, 18+ MDNI!!!

Summary: After an unforgettable night with your best friend due to a bet you couldn't refuse, you decide it's your turn to win and bet him about something he's apprehensive about a first...

Part 1

“Oh uh by the way.. I know this isn’t the best timing but uhh I don’t have any extra sheets so we’re gonna have to sleep on the couch…”

The morning sun stretching through the curtains of Jake’s living room pulls your sleepy eyes open until they come into focus, taking in your surroundings. You’re in the exact same position you fell asleep in, arms wrapped around Jake’s torso and legs intertwined with his.

His soft lips rest parted on your forehead. You can feel his gentle breath hitting your skin with every exhale. You crane your neck, breaking the contact, to look up at his sleeping face. His eyelids flutter a little as his breath catches and he lets out a snore. You have to hold your breath to keep from giggling.

Once you calm yourself down you take a moment to really look at him, to appreciate his peaceful state. You think that there has never been anyone to look so pretty sleeping. You think about how safe you are in his arms, and his in yours. This moment is so serene, so intimate and domestic that you wish to relive it as many times as possible, however that should manifest.

The sweet moment is short lived however when you notice something poking at your thigh. Your lips curl into a sheepish grin and you shift to a sitting position to wake him.

Before you summon the courage to do so, you admire him from above. He looks like an angel and you reach out your hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

You decide on starting the morning off on a mischievous note so you lean down to whisper in his ear in the sultriest voice you can muster.

“Goodmorning Jake.”

For a split second he stirs before his eyes blink open, lips smirking almost instantaneously as his eyes meet yours, like the memory of last night has been conjured up right then.

“Good Morning Lovey.”

He wordlessly pulls you back to cuddle him, opting to nuzzle your face into his neck. Shamelessly really, you inhale his scent once more, suppressing a moan upon doing so. He lets out a small chuckle.

You can’t ignore the elephant in the room any longer, or rather horse…

“Looks like you’re excited to see me.”

“What makes you think I’m not excited about someone else?”

Oh he’s quick.

You pull away from him, shooting him a nasty look, but he just laughs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m joking baby, relax.”

He pinches your nose with his fingers and you decide that a few more minutes of cuddling wouldn’t hurt.

After what was probably a few more hours of sleeping, the two of you decide to wake up for the day. Jake waltzes around his apartment, gathering ingredients for breakfast and he starts to make the traditional meal, pancakes and bacon. You can never go wrong with that.

He stands by the stove, flipping the pancakes with a spatula while you sit at the table, eyes raking over him dreamily while sipping on your steaming cup of coffee.

His hair falls messily by his shoulders, completely unbrushed and uncared for in the way that's your absolute favorite. Even his shirt is slightly ruffled, making it evident that he has just gotten out of bed, but something about it just makes your heart absolutely melt.

The next few minutes are enjoyed in silence, likely both thinking about the events of last night. It’s funny how you remember the whole thing, but there is not one shred of shame involved, not one single lick of regret. You hope he feels the same way. It doesn’t feel awkward now at all, thank god. This was expected however. The two of you are way too far gone for awkwardness.

Something in you is nagging you to talk about it though. To mention it just to gain the confirmation that it actually happened and wasn’t completely made up by you in your slightly drunken state. You rack your brain for a way to bring it up casually, as if it were no bigger a thought than one about the coffee in your hands.

“So Jake, any fun plans last night?”

It’s such a cheesy line, a dumb act of flirting, but you know he’ll gladly play along.

“Well I suppose… I won a very intriguing bet.”

He turns around as he speaks the words, resting his elbows on the counter behind him to lean back. His low cut shirt allows for a sliver of his chest to poke through, tanned and flushed, looking as edible as a juicy peach on a warm summer's day. One you’d like to take a bite out of.

He meets your gaze and his eyes narrow in, like he’s waiting for your response. Heat flashes across your features as you fight back a smile. He watches your face with a smirk of his own, reaching his fingers up to play along his lip. His smirk deepens when he notices your eyes lingering on his fingers.

“A bet really? That’s surprising.”

You stand up, abandoning your coffee to walk over to him. He stands up a little taller as you approach, eyes raking over you quickly.

“I don’t see how that would be surprising at all as a matter of fact.”

He crosses his arms proudly and you try to pull them back out to the side. He giggles and fights off your touch, effectively winning with his arms still crossed. You make a fake pout and he finally uncrosses them to reach out for you. You instinctively take the step, closing the distance as he pulls you in for a kiss.

You would be lying if you said the action didn’t shock you. You had half expected the whole situation of last night to be mostly forgotten about, something to make fun of in the future perhaps. But the way that his arms wrap around your wasit to pull you into his parted mouth makes you question everything.

He pulls away before you’ve had time to savor him, and he huffs a laugh. He returns his attention back to the pancakes. Now it’s your turn to cross your arms. Without even turning to look, he senses your frustration.

“You don’t have to be so desperate for me, I'm right here.”

His voice is cool and collected as he rasps out the words, making your jaw slack and an embarrassing sound flutter out of you. You pick it back up quickly. Thankfully he hasn’t turned around yet. To make matters worse, he starts whistling some tune, acting like he hasn’t said anything, you aren’t right behind him, and he didn’t finger fuck you last night giving you the best 4 orgasms of your life.

“I’m not desperate.” You whisper to which he shakes his head slowly, still not responding.

You take a second to wait for him to say something, but when he doesn’t, you speak again.

“Sure you won the bet Jake, but that doesn’t mean you’re better than me. I can win bets too, you know.”

He turns around, squinting his eyes at you playfully through a suppressed grin.

“I’m not trying to act better than you, just pointing out the fact that I have you absolutely wrapped around my finger.”

Your cheeks flame with the double meaning of his words, and it’s obvious that’s what he’s intended by the way he has to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from showing you his arrogant smile.

Ignoring the fact that he’s basically just insulted you, and that you kind of liked it, you feel the need to have a small victory. You decide it’s your turn to catch him off guard, and the words spill out of your mouth before you have the chance to bite them back.

“Well I bet I could make you cum with just my fingers.” You take another step forward until your breath is on his neck.

He ignores your looming presence, rolling his eyes. “Congratulations Lovey, you can give a handjob.”

You laugh at his unsuspecting responce, knowing that he hasn’t fully understood what you’ve said. You have him right where you want him.

“No Jakey. Not hand… fingers.” You reach them out to graze along his shoulder and he shudders under your touch.

His smile is wiped off his face and his posture straightens out. He clears his throat and returns his gaze back to the pancakes, shoveling a few of them onto a plate.

“You’re full of shit.”

“No I’m not, I’ve done it before.”

“Bet it was with that one boyfriend of yours. The flowers one.”

You roll your eyes. You can’t help but think his little comment is rooted in jealousy so you continue.

“So maybe it was. He said it was the best thing he had ever felt. Begged me to do it every time after. But youre ego is probably too fragile anyway.”

He snorts again, not meeting your eyes as he plates your food, putting some bacon on the plate too. Finally he turns around, looking into your eyes for a brief second before ripping them away.

He walks over to the table and places your plates down as he takes a chair. You follow him and take your seat, trying to meet his eyes as he very obviously tries to avert his. You can tell you’ve struck some sort of nerve so you abandon the topic, opting instead to compliment his chefing abilities as you take your first bite.

He thanks you, but doesn’t say much else. Tension quickly builds in the room, but not really the good kind. It’s hard to think of things to say and you can tell he’s feeling slightly uncomfortable. Suddenly the feeling of being unwanted floods through you and you feel the need to leave immediately. The feeling hurts slightly, and you blame yourself, feeling ashamed of what you said even though there wasn’t really anything wrong with it.

You finish your plate quickly and go to put it in the sink, but he makes a quick comment about him doing it later. You give him a small smile and he returns it, but it isn’t fully genuine, there's something holding him back.

You make up some excuse about needing to go home right away and all he offers you is a nod. He must see your face fall into a small frown because he pulls you in for a tight hug before you gather your things to rush out of the door. The hug melts away some of the feelings of unease and you wave goodbye before shutting the door to his apartment behind you.

On the way home you think about the way he tensed up when you said it. Maybe what you said was a mistake, but something about the way he looks tells you otherwise. It’s hard to completely explain it, but you know him. If he had been completely opposed to the idea, he would have laughed in your face, waving you off with complete confidence. However it more seemed like the thought was surprising to him, out of his comfort zone perhaps, not necessarily off limits.

Three days pass with absolutely no sign from him. No calls, no texts, no random visits to your house. It hurts, but you know it's temporary. You really hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable and the thought eats away at you. You decide not to reach out either, giving him space to come to you.

Finally your phone buzzes on the table and you brace yourself in case it isn’t him. After days of every notification sending your heart racing in hopes of it being him, you had started to feel a little crazy, but thankfully this time you see his beautiful perfect name flash across the screen.

Jakey Boy

Come over today at 9?

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest and you immediately jump in the shower to get ready for tonight. For the first time in years since being his friend, you actually feel nervous about seeing him. Anything could happen.

After hours of jittery anticipation, you stand outside of his door, trying to find the strength to knock. Almost the second your hand hits the wood, the door is being swung open, and there stands Jake with a smile on his face.

The look he gives you is infectious and your face copies his with a smile of your own. You give him a polite hug and walk yourself into the apartment, setting your bag down on the table before plopping down on the couch.

“So a movie?”

“Yeah maybe maybe…”

He comes to sit down next to you, fidgeting with his hands slightly as he sits farther away than he normally would. You try to hide the slight concern that creeps up on your face seeing him so nervous, but you wait a second to see what he’ll say.

“Sorry I didn’t text you. I feel like a dick.”

“It’s okay Jake, really.”

He offers you a smile and averts his eyes once more, settling instead on his lap. Finally breaking the awkward silence, he speaks through a laugh.

“So I thought about what you said…”

“Oh really?” You pretend to be surprised at what he;s said, however you knew immediately when he opened the door for you that this visit was going to be about… that. He blushes making your chest feel a bit warmer. He almost never blushes.

“Yeah I did. I’ll let you do it, and well…” He shoots you a smug look. “I don’t think you can, but I’m willing to let you try.”

He lets the statement settle for a moment before giving you a slight smirk and you can tell he’s made himself a lot more comfortable with the idea over the days of waiting.

“Are you sure Jake, we don’t have to.” You try to hold back your feelings of excitement by sounding genuine, but he knows you want it just as bad as he does. “No, I want to.” He rushes out, clearing his throat and laughing at himself slightly.

You give him a sweet smile and he stands up, making your heart drop. Maybe you weren’t ready to start right this second, but to your relief, he only walks over to the wine cabinet - probably a better idea. When he comes back with two glasses and a nice bottle of Pinot Noir, you rub your hands together excitedly.

He pours you both a generous amount and you get started right away, drinking back the silky red liquid.

“So what made you change your mind?”

“Well to be honest, I looked it up. It was pretty hot. Decided… fuck it. Well no, that’s a lie. I wanted it, wanted to see what it would feel like.”

His vulnerability makes you feel proud as he meets your eyes with a shy smile. The mutual trust feels almost tangible as you both let yourselves just look at one another. You scoot closer to him and rest your elbow on the couch to lay your head in your hand, gazing at his flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

“Yeah it is pretty hot. For me too.”

You look at his lips for a moment, watching as his tongue smooths them over. He takes another sip of the wine and you do the same.

After a few minutes of some light conversing and finishing a glass of wine, he fills both your glasses and you easily drink down another one. The talking turns to giggling before a comfortable silence finds its way over the two of you. You can tell he’s acting a little more on the reserved side so you decide to reach in for a kiss.

Obviously you’re nervous too, but not terribly since it’s only Jake. It makes you happy to know he trusts you with this as well. And fuck you are excited to watch him fall apart…

When his lips meet yours they're timid at first, only lingering at your bottom lip, but you roughly pull his shirt to bring him closer as you instantly slip your tongue past his lips. He lets out a moan as you sneak your hands into his freshly washed hair, tugging slightly at the root, the sounds he makes setting you wild.

You straddle his lap and he pulls you closer to him as your hands travel over each other. It takes you a moment to remember where you are and what you’re doing so you slow it down a little, opting to just tease him with your tongue, licking a stripe up his parted lips.

You pull back as you both open your eyes, staring silently at the other through deep breaths. You take the opportunity to slide off of him, settling in your place on the floor, gazing up to his sweet chocolate eyes.

You watch in real time as the realization hits him too and he delivers another shy smile. It’s funny seeing him like this, almost bashful, so unlike the way he usually acts. But you love it all the same. You love the feeling of power that it gives you, before you’ve even started.

Your hands slide up his legs to run up his thighs, stopping short of the growing bulge in his pants. His eyes follow you as your fingers work to unbutton his jeans before sliding them off. He picks up his feet to help you pull them off completely before he’s sitting before you in just his boxers.

You’ve never seen him past this point. You’ve only ever gotten the pleasure of using your imagination, which, admittedly you’ve done a lot. It’s the kind of excitement that makes your heart pound against your chest until you can hear it in your ears and feel it through your dripping panties.

Your eyes flick up to his in question and he gives you a slight nod. He lifts his hips off the bed, but you gently push them down, hoping to savor the moment before going further. It’s your turn to put on a show for him now, so you hold his gaze while your hand slides over his erection. He sucks in a gasp as you feel him through the thin fabric, eyes never leaving yours.

He feels hard and warm against your palm and you squeeze gently before sitting up on your knees to reach him with your mouth. Your cup your mouth around his length, traveling to the tip through the fabric. He lets out the most beautiful sigh at the slight contact.

If he’s already being this vocal… this is going to be fun.

You shoot him a flashy smile and hook your fingers in his waistband. Garnering anticipation, you pull them slowly down until his hard cock slaps against his stomach in a way that makes your thighs clench together.

The sight of it makes your mouth water and you have to physically push away the urge to swallow it down. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’ve imagined this moment many times before, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer size of him.

You can't help slightly gawking at its thickness and length. The way the head is slightly pink and already dripping precum out of the slit. All you want to do is taste him, but that will have to wait…

You look up to see him shifting nervously on the couch and you reach out to smooth your hand over his thigh again, ready to go as slow as he needs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I am, just a little nervous.”

You smile to yourself at his complete shift in demeanor. It’s hard to believe this is even Jake right now, letting you do this.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you Lovey. That’s why you’re here.” He rolls his eyes, but cuts the action short to give you a genuine smile.

“Are you ready?”

He gives a slow nod and you kiss the skin of his calf which rests on the floor. Giving him an encouraging look, you push his legs further apart and watch as his eyes widen for just a moment.

“Can you pull your legs up baby?”

“Like this?”

He gives you a playful smirk, obviously feeling more comfortable in his role for the night as he hikes his legs up on the couch. He looks so beautiful, so fucking sexy spread out on display for you that you swallow back a moan at the mere sight of it.

“Yeah… like that. Perfect.”

His eyes flash with something, a look of appreciation for your praise, something you will so happily give him if it means watching him like this.

You’re just about to reach out and touch him, but you remember something rather important.

“Wait, do you have any lube?”

“Uh no, why would I have that?”

You laugh slightly, realizing he’s probably right in that it’s something he could go without, considering…

An idea forms in your head, one that makes your heart beat a little faster. In a risky move, you sit up on your knees to bring your fingers to his mouth. Surprising you and himself, he opens for you, spreading his pink tongue out all the way.

His open wide, sparkling up at you as you slide two fingers, as gently as you can, to the back of his throat. He emits a soft gag around them and you bite your lip. You take the collected saliva and bring your fingers back down. He watches attentively.

Slowly and carefully you press your fingers to him, just applying slight pressure and you begin to circle them around his entrance.

His brows knit up in pleasure as his lip is tucked between his teeth. A small whimper escapes him so you press in a little further. His mouth falls open as his head tilts back, showing you his bobbing adam's apple that you want so badly to lick and suck at.

He forces himself to look back up and meet your eyes with a smirky grin as you press just the tip of your finger inside him, watching as his expression turns timid and a shaky moan falls from his open mouth. His legs tense up and you place a hand on his thigh as you press in just an inch.

“Fuck, I think I like it…”

He already sounds fucked out, voice quiet and quivering as the confession slips out of him. You hum in response and present him with a little curl of your finger. He moans again, gritting his teeth and hissing slightly.

“Feels good Jake?”

“So good, give me more, please.”

“Now who’s desperate?”

You smirk at him again as his eyes narrow in annoyance. “Shut u-“ His protest is cut off by a short gasp that's followed by an airy sigh as you press your finger all the way in.

His voice raises in volume and he moans a curse that sounds more like gibberish. His cock twitches as you start to pull your finger out, stilling it halfway to push back in.

“I didn’t know- I didn’t know it would f-feel this good…”

“I told you.”

You pull your finger out to rub slow circles around his tight entrance, getting ready to add another. He watches, breathing shallow as you rub both over him, just teasing. You pull them away, letting a trail of your own spit fall onto them before circling over him once more.

His eyes follow your fingers lazily, chest rising and falling and stomach muscles tensing when you start to push them in. You can't wait any longer so you push them in as far as they’ll go and he lets out a deep groan that makes the wetness in your panties grow significantly.

You curl your fingers up and his voice raises an octave. He lets out a dreamy whimper that makes him sound so soft and sweet.

“Fuck.. do that again, right there right there.”

You bite your lip as you start to pick up a rhythm, pushing in gently and curling up then pulling out and repeating. “You want my fingers right there Jakey?”

“Yes, fuckk.” His string of curses turns into an incoherent mess as you continue to work him. He jerks up every few seconds, relaxing back into the cushions with a choked out sigh.

When you pick up the speed a little, adding the slightest thrust to your movement, he loses it, moaning your name over and over again.

“Y/n please please, y/n please, y/n… y/n.”

“I know I know, just relax and take it baby.”

You rest your head on the couch just underneath the underside of his thigh to watch your fingers work away at him, breaking away every few seconds to watch the way his face tenses up, making sure he’s still enjoying it. His eyes are mostly shut right as his teeth are bared and short breaths of pleasure are sucked in.

“Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum Lovey…”

He opens his eyes and meets yours, looking almost scared as it builds up, slowly starting to wash over him. He looks like the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. It’s hard to keep going through the need to just feel his lips on yours, his anything on yours.

He starts to clench around your fingers, cock twitching and mouth hanging slightly agape as his moans get louder.

“Do it Jakey, just let it go, be a good boy for me.”

Your final words of praise push him over the edge. His legs fall from his grasp as he lets out a guttural moan that hitches and turns into a sweet little whine through the air. Your fingers pump in and out of him as his whole body contorts until a thick rope of cum shoots out of his tip, landing hot on his tummy.

You take in the sight before you and let out a small whimper, but he’s too far gone to notice. His head falls back into the pillows and you gently slide your fingers out of him.

You rise once more and he tilts his head back down to watch you. With the most innocent look you can muster, you lower your head to his stomach and stare into his half lidden eyes as you lap up his warm cum, moaning and letting your eyes close as it passes your lips.

You take the time to clean up every last drop before leaving a little hickey in its place. You pop off of the skin and look up to him, extending your tongue to show him his prize. You then swallow it down, giving him a small smile as he watches you. Without saying anymore, his hands reach for you, desperate and impatient as he pulls you closer to him.

It surprises you when he pulls you in for a kiss but you gladly return the action. He kisses you with fervor, grasping both hands around your face to pull you as close as possible. You weave your hands in his hair and part your lips to let his tongue slip past. He licks into your mouth, biting your top lip and you let out a whimper.

He pulls away to kiss along your neck, sucking in little purple marks until he makes his way to your ear.

“That was fucking amazing. Thank you. And I’m already fucking hard again. You make me so hard.” He rasps against the shell of your ear, voice sounding so needy and gone, but also rough and ready.

“It was my pleasure.”

You turn to look at him and can see he’s thinking about something. There’s a momentary pause before he brings his mouth back to your ear.

“You could use your mouth you know… if you wanted. I just, saw it in the video and though maybe-“

You pull away from him and look at his face. He looks shy again, small, but still a small smile dashes across his features.

“You want me to?”

“Well if you want…”

“But you want me to? It’s okay to ask for what you want.”

“Yes.”

You pet his hair as you smile down at him, feeling both proud and unbelievably turned on. It takes increasing difficulty to ignore the wetness he’s created between your thighs, but you’ll do it for him if it means making him feel good.

“Aww pretty boy Jakey wants my mouth in places he shouldn’t?”

Your heart skips a beat when you watch his cheeks flush a deep pink. Something about the power you have over him sparks something inside you. Something that wants to please, to get a reaction. "You can only imagine that’s how he must have felt when you were at his mercy."

“Maybe I do.”

You kiss him again, just to feel his lips on yours. The wet sounds you make when your mouths connect should make you feel ashamed, but you simply forget to feel anything other than him. He moans into your open mouth and you seal the kiss with your tongue. Breaking away once more you stare into his eyes, trying to get a sense of what those pretty little thoughts are inside his head.

You give him a smile as you move in to kiss his neck, trailing down to the flesh of his stomach, to the base of his cock while your hand comes up to stroke him. He flinches as you squeeze around him, dragging your hand up and down his length as your mouth finds the tip. You draw it into your mouth to swirl your tongue around before letting go with a little pop.

You tease the underside of it with tiny kitten licks until he’s a moaning mess above you, but you stop all together making him whine in protest. You lick a slow stripe from the underside to his balls, licking and kissing at the skin before moving even lower.

His breathing quickly becomes sporadic as you deliver a quick swipe of your tongue over his entrance. You feel him tense up at the contact, but quickly melt away at your touch. You lick over him once more, slow and long, letting him feel all the movements of your tongue.

You’re sure the visual is absolutely obscene and you can feel his heated stare on you. His eyes watch with such rapt attention that you know he loves it. You close your eyes for a second, letting yourself imagine what the two of you must look like… you decide you love it too.

Your hand comes up to stroke along his length again as you sway your head side to side with your outstretched tongue running over him.

“Fuck, do that again, please.”

His begging is delicious and serves to deepen the ache in your soaked cunt. Stroking him a little faster, you repeat the action, letting your tongue curve into the shape of him as it passes back and forth. He lets out another dreamy sigh and you switch back to delivering slow long licks.

Something about the vulgarity of the whole act makes you feel so alive, so full of fire, ready and willing to do anything if it means watching him feel this good.

You lift off of him only for a split second to spit into your hand, gathering slick to stroke over his length faster. He groans in appreciation as your tongue swiftly makes its way back, delivering small flicks over him with every stroke.

You pick up a pattern of the small fast flicks then slow languish ones that linger with a circle motion. You can tell he likes it because his toes curl and his breath hitches, and his cock twitches wildly in your hand.

Just the very tip of your tongue dips inside as your hand squeezes him and the mixed action makes him gasp tiny intakes of breath that make him sound so sweet. “Mmsoclose.” He struggles out through a shaky moan, hardly sounding coherent.

His legs spread wider on their own accord and your hard begins to move up and down his hardened cock faster, this time with a purpose. To your surprise, his strong hand finds its way to the back of your head, pulling your mouth closer to him. You seal your lips around his entrance, sucking in as your tongue laps over him once more.

He curses loudly and pulls you in even closer as you repeat the motions over and over again. You can feel him clenching and cock jerking as it begins to spill out of him. His open mouth babbles scattered noises, some rough and low others high pitches and whiney until his hand strongly grips your hair to the point of there being pain, accept you can’t seem to care.

You continue to work him with your mouth and hand until he rips you away, struggling to catch his breath. Your hand still wraps loosely around his cock and you stroke it a few times, just to watch the cum slowly leak from the tip.

“Fuck.” He looks to you as you stand, dropping your hand from him.

Unable to ignore the built up heat between your legs any longer, you rip off your shirt in one move and quickly undo your bra. He watches awestruck as you quickly rid yourself of your sweats and panties. His eyes fall to your chest, traveling down over the length of your body until a smirk appears on his lips.

“I still think you’re the desperate one.”

“Shut up. Let me ride you.”

It’s hard to recognize yourself as the person speaking, but It’s been the one thing you’ve been able to think about since the moment your eyes landed on his beautiful thick cock.

“I don’t know, I- I want to, but I don’t have another one in me.”

“You don’t have to cum, please it’ll only take me a few minutes, I need to cum so badly. Need your cock. Please Jake.” You don’t care that you’re begging, don’t care how embarrassing you must sound, you just need him. Right. Now.

“Okay yeah, come here Lovey, take a seat.”

Smiling, you climb over him, reaching back to position him as you slowly slide down, sighing at the slight stretch. When you bottom out, you grip your hands into the meat of his shoulders and watch his eyes stare at your bouncing tits when you start to move up and down.

He feels so big inside you, so warm and perfect. Every time you sit down fully, feeling his skin against yours, you can feel the weight of him hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. You tilt your head back, letting out a moan before the sound of him gritting his teeth painfully pulls you back, making you completely hault your motions.

“What’s wrong?”

“It's just so… sensitive.” His eyes are still shut tight as he speaks.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Just a little, but… just keep going, I want you to cum, wanna see it all over my cock.”

You frown, not wanting to cause him even a second's worth of pain, but when he sees that you won’t move yourself, his strong hands find their way to your hips and he holds you up so he can thrust his hips up to meet you. The swift action catches you off guard and your hands fall from his shoulders to rest on his knees behind you instead.

Something about him submitting himself to discomfort to please you makes you feel like some higher power, some god. All the power tonight has been rushing to your head, but it feels too good.

You watch his eyes flicker back and forth between your bouncing tits and connecting bodies and his eyes squint every few seconds. He looks so fucked out and he continues to snap his hips into you until his breathing becomes heavy and yours short.

Everytime he drives into you you can feel yourself coming a little more undone. Every pointed thrust hits at the exact perfect angle and you know it's only a matter of time before you completely lose it. He loses his rhythm, taking a break to rest his aching muscles before picking up an even faster and harder speed.

Your legs serve to be useless by the way he’s using all his strength to hold you up, so you have no choice but to sit limp and take the merciless thrusts he gives you. Something about the sudden loss of control makes your head spin and tightens the coil threatening to snap inside you.

“Fuck, Lovey you gotta cum, I can’t-fuckingtake it much longer… please, give it to me.”

His eyes shut tight and his brows knit together and that’s soon your body starts to shake. You can feel yourself coating him as he continues to drive into you, showing no signs of stopping. The sounds you’re making are absolutely unholy but you couldn’t be bothered in the slightest.

You mutter his name over and over again until you can’t see straight. It takes you a second to realize how hard you’ve been gripping his shoulders so you release the hold as he begins to slow his movements. He comes to a stopping point and your vision clears until you see the marks you’ve made on his skin. He doesn’t even seem to notice, all he can look at is his cock sliding in and out of you until he stills deep inside.

You take a breath, regaining your footing as he shoots into you one last time, just to see the way your body shakes and clenches around him.

“Oh my fucking god, felt so good.”

He doesn’t respond, just looks at you dreamily, different than he’s looked before, like something has changed. You lift off of him and sit next to him on the couch, not caring in the slightest of the wet mess between your thighs. You lay your head on his shoulder and his hand immediately goes to stroke your hair, like a magnet to a metal.

“You know, no one has ever made me cum twice before.”

Your head perks up. “Really?”

“Yeah really, you’re the first.”

“Oh so I totally won the bet.”

“You did, you earned it.” He laughs slightly.

“If I made you cum twice, for the first time ever, what does that make me?”

“Well every Sex God needs a Sex Goddess.”

You giggle against his warm skin.

“I’m serious though. Is my sex goddess doing anything this friday?”

“No, why?”

“Can I take you out?”

“Like on a real date?”

“Yes Lovey, like on a real date.”

#jake kiszka #jake x reader #greta van fleet #greta van fic #smut #romance #fluff #angst #sub jake #this is just filth

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j0kers-light · 10 months

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Joker, but with a virgin reader who barely understands sex stuff cuz they grew up overly sheltered and innocent, so he essentially has to teach them through it and introduce some kinky stuff to them

His Lighthouse: Sweet Girl (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Sweet Girl - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Author’s note:

Hey hi anon!! I am so sorry it took me an entire week to fill this request! I got carried away and went down a perfectionist spiral trying to envision Joker in this situation. It was difficult to keep him in character but still caring enough for Y/n who is virtually clueless! I hope you enjoy the story!

You can find part two here!!

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You are truly his sweet girl in every definition of the word.

Joker's sweet little doll he so desperately wants to defile. He greatly admires your innocence and the way you view the world. Joker wants nothing more than to continue sheltering you, but he's at his wit's end holding back his passion.

Everyday his patience wanes and it's only a matter of time before he pounces on his prey. You.

He wants to sink his teeth into your skin and hear you cry out in pleasure with every snap of his hips. He wants to see your brain turn off from an overload of pleasure. It's not a want anymore but a need. He needs to break you.

He can't wait anymore and judging by your coy smiles and teasing touches, he knows you want this too.

Although Joker should've known something was wrong since things between you and him never advanced any further than kissing. You would shy away the minute he grabbed your hips or tried to remove any article of clothing from you.

He should have noticed the telltale signs.

Months of hiding at your place in your pink little bubble, far far away from mean old Gotham City, and all that Joker had to show for as process with you was cuddling or making out.

Nothing more, nothing less. It was frustrating for sure.

Joker knew you were attracted to him; he saw it in the way your eyes widened and lingered on him.

You would bite your lip whenever he purposefully let his shirt ride up or whenever he picked you up to show off his strength. He even came out of the shower dripping wet without a towel once— you tucked tail and ran to your room.

Joker was using every trick in the book to get a reaction from you, however; you stayed demure and kept your hands to yourself. It was maddening!

Even at night when the two of you were preparing for bed, (separately, much to his irritation) he'd pull you close and rock his hips into yours.

"Wanna sleep with meee tonight, baby doll?" You would flush red and wiggle out of his arms before stampering out a million no's and vanish from sight.

Joker hated hearing your door slam close but what could he do? He was running out of options.

There were so many clues in front of him regarding this dilemma but the truth finally came to light one day he had you trapped underneath him on the bed.

No more running. No more excuses. He was claiming you tonight.

He was attacking your neck with kisses and actively grinding his hard on into your pretty shorts. The skimpy things you wore around the house tested his limited sanity! Were you trying to seduce him? Bravo, because you succeeded. And he was supposed to be impervious to your charms and be a gentleman. Screw that.

Your body was a prize to be had and Joker waited long enough to have it.

He had the helm of your shirt balled up to your abdomen when you froze. "W-Wait um Joker. I-I.."

"Shhhh little bunny.. I just wanna see ya."

You didn't like that and tried pushing Joker up and off. How did he get you on the bed in the first place you wondered?

Joker noticed your aversion to his touch and growled in annoyance. Every freaking time he tried to get closer with you; you pushed him away. He had enough. He no longer had any patience to deal with this anymore.

"What's the deal, hmm? You don't li-ke me anymore?"

Your eyes immediately locked with his. "N-No! I like you.. it's just..." You wavered.

"Just whaT? Hmm? Tell me bunny! Open that pretty... little mouth of yours and tell me."

You did the exact opposite. You bit your lip and looked away from Joker. Your selective shyness was rather annoying at this point and Joker let his frustrations be known.

"You're such a cocktease ya know that? Runnin' around in these shorts and things making those little... noises when ya think I don't notice. Yeah, I hear em doll. You're killing me but the second I touch ya, this happens!" Joker gestured at you cowering away from him.

"What are ya, some virgin or something?" He sighed to himself. But then he looked down at you in shock when he heard your soft yes.

Oh. He was a f___king idiot.

You were holding back tears and the second Joker realized his mistake and touched your arm, they burst to the surface.

"Ohhh.. Bunny noo. Look at me." You did and shined your e/c at him. "There she is.. my sweet girl. Why didn't you tell me?"

He lied back on the bed and dragged you with him to recline on his chest. You were perfectly fine cuddling with J. Anything else after that was scary.

He couldn't see your face since it was buried in his shirt so you answered him truthfully.

"I.. I thought you knew.." You mumbled. Joker smacked his lips and started stroking your hair. You left it down today and he loved its wild, untamed state.

He really didn't know and he felt stupid for not realizing it sooner and for making you feel uncomfortable around him. He worked so hard in the beginning to make you not fear him. He didn't exaggerate his words as much, he cut down on his fear tactics around you, virtually everything about himself was altered to gain your trust.

You were a timid little thing, eager to help him hide from the GCPD in exchange for nothing. You cooked, cleaned, kept him company (just not sexually) all with a smile on your face. You were so naïve yet brave, of course Joker fell for you!

You laughed at his silly jokes and that smile of yours was worth losing pieces of himself to appease you. He'd do anything to make you happy.

But Joker wanted more. He wanted to be selfish.

He wanted to corrupt your sweet and innocent demeanor and mold it to his will. He wanted those big doe eyes of yours to cloud over with lust and your full plump lips to stretch around his cock as he choked you with it.

He knew you'd be perfect underneath him; you were already such a sweet thing. A true people pleaser; doing any and everything to make his stay at your place more enjoyable.

What he would really enjoy is your pussy milking his cock for what it's worth.

It's all he thought about these days but you couldn't handle him removing your shirt, how in the world would he train you to be his cum-drunk bunny?

But Joker loved a challenge and you... you were worth the hassle.

"I never wanna scare my bunny away. She's so perfect, and oh so sweet. Too sweet.." He kissed you so softly, it made your head spin.

Joker pulled back before things started to get heavy, "But I realllly wanna taste ya more, Y/n. You trust me?"

You looked down and away until Joker chased after you. "No no nooo. None of that. Don't look away. I can teach you if you want."

"Teach me? But what if... What if I'm not good enough?" You whimpered.

That's what you were worried about? He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This was all in your head.

"Won't know until you try." He sang back. You seemed to understand that much and shifted your weight to straddle Joker more properly. He exhaled through his nose when you unknowingly rocked your hips into his dick.

"Okay. I think I wanna try now. Is that okay? C-Can we try right now, J?"

How could he say no to such a sweet request? You were so embarrassed yet enthusiastic about this, it made him go crazy. He kept his hands behind his head and sighed.

"Depends... How far ya wanna go?" He asked.

"What do you mean? How far with what?"

It took everything in Joker not to groan in frustration. Did your parents not teach you anything about sex? What kind of upbringing did you have to not know anything?

Joker wasn't sure if he could handle teaching you from scratch but everyone had to start somewhere.

"What do ya know about sex, Y/n?"

He watched you squirm and bite your lip. You had to know something to be interested and he would wait to see what he was working with before going further.

"Um.. the doctor at the clinic said it shouldn't h-hurt if my partner um.. p-preps me enough with foreplay. I think that means kissing and cuddling but once she brought out two dolls and started talking about positions I.. she lost me."

Joker was lost too. "Doctor?"

You nodded and wiggled your hips against him. You seriously had to stop doing that..

"I went to get checked after I saw you come out of the shower that day. I got really wet and uncomfortable um, d-down there, and nothing I did made the feeling go away. S-So I panicked and went to the clinic! It was super embarrassing but I think I understand the logistics of it all a little better. Joker? Are you okay?"

You poked his cheek since he looked spaced out and he had every right to be.

Horny. You were horny and didn't know why. Nothing you did made the feeling go away and he remembered back to that night when you trapped yourself in your room.

Just what all did you try? Did you get yourself off? How did you do it?

And then everything clicked. Your lingering eyes, the tiny shorts and flimsy tops. Those f__king thigh high socks... You started wearing them more and more frequently after his little shower stunt. Your body wanted him even if your brain didn't comprehend.

He was gonna have so much fun corrupting you.

In the blink of an eye, Joker had you flat on your back with your arms above your head. You were in shock, it happened so fast.

Joker let out a shaky exhale and looked you over.

"Next time you feel wet, come to me. I'll help.. relieve that pain, mkay? Do you feel wet now?" He asked as he grinded his knee into your sex. You jerked in his hold and winced.

"Um, a little.. that feels funny."

"Describe it to me." Joker purred into your ear. He trailed kisses down your neck to distract you from noticing he was lifting your top up.

Stupid thing wasn't covering anything, it was so thin.

"Ah! I-I feel warm and.. it aches.. but I don't know why. It's almost like there's an itch I need to scratch but I tried that!"

Joker had the brief image of your tiny hands poking and prodding your opening, trying desperately to soothe something only his cock could reach.

"Poor little bunny. Wanna know why it aches mmh?"

He heard you sigh out a yes. By then Joker was kissing your heaving chest and had an idea. Why remove your top the boring way? Nothing about tonight would be normal.

You gasped as Joker tore your top right off your body. Your breasts bounced from the action and Joker groaned seeing them already erect sans a bra. Just the perfect size for him to squeeze and worship. He was drooling already.

He locked eyes with you with a wolfish smile. "Cuz your greedy little pussy wants my cock.

"Y-Your cock?"

Joker groaned and leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth while his hand got well acquainted with the other. It was so soft and tasted even better, but hearing your surprised moans was the topping on the cake.

You didn't know your breasts could feel so good but Joker's tongue swirling around the bud before his teeth bit it gently, was electrifying. It made the unknown feeling return tenfold.

"J-Joker! It's back! I feel weird again.."

Joker let your nipple go with a loud pop and gave the same attention to its twin but not without subtly rocking his hips into yours. Your wail was torturous.

"No! T-That's not it!" You sobbed even though your hips bucked up to meet Joker's. Something about the motion felt right, but it was missing a key element. Then you remembered Joker's comment.

"Can your umm.. cock fix it?"Joker groaned in pain. You would be the death of him. As if hearing you speak about it, his dick throbbed in his pants.

He looked up at your adorable pout and smiled. "Already using such ahh, vulgar language, baby doll. Goood girl. I knew your mouth was dirty."

He kissed down your stomach until he reached the band of your shorts. You braced your weight on your elbows to watch him. How was your mouth dirty? Did you say something bad?

Never mind that, Joker was finally addressing the problem dead on. "Are you gonna fix it, J?"

He looked up at you, a bit out of breath.

"I will bunny, just not yeT. The doc said I gotta prep you, remember? Don't wanna hurt my sweet girl now do I? Gotta hmm.. tr-eat her right.. Can I take these off?"

He asked so nicely, you couldn't say no. Anything to make this weird feeling go away, you'd do it.

You lifted your hips enough for Joker to slide your shorts and panties off in one fell swoop. Of course you didn't see him pocket said panties for safe keeping, but you quickly grew uncomfortable with the way he stared at your private parts.

Did it look weird? What if he didn't like it? You most certainly didn't. Any personal care was done as quickly as possible to avoid any unnecessary glimpses and you never looked at yourself the way Joker was right now.

He had yet to say anything but his unwavering gaze was starting to scare you. Did he have to stare for so long?

You whimpered and tried to cover your sex but Joker merely slapped your hand away.

"Stop looking at me..." You whined. That finally got Joker to meet your eye.

"Why not Y/n? Every part of you is sooo pretty. I wanna taste it..."

Before you could question the legitimacy behind his words, Joker licked your pussy with a guttural groan. The vibrations it left felt so good, you didn't realize you grabbed a hold of his hair. Joker didn't mind and quickly forgot about you being a virgin as he ate you out like a man on a mission.

"Soooooo sweet.. an' juicy.." He said in between licks.

Joker tuned out your startled babbles and pleas to savor the unique taste of your pussy. Your juices fell on his tongue like ambrosia and he lapped up every last drop that you steadily produced with gusto.

It was an honor to be the first to taste you and Joker pulled out everything in his bag of tricks to take you to the summit. Your first orgasm. F__k he wanted it all for himself.

He flicked his tongue over your clit and ever so gently slid his middle finger inside your cunt.

"Joker!" You screamed.

He chuckled as he eased it in up to his knuckle but met resistance. "Hush now baby doll. I gotta get ya loosened up to take something muchhh bigger than this..."

Something bigger? Your mind couldn't even fathom the thought. You writhed on his finger in a newfound agony until another sharp pain made you gasp.

Joker shushed you and kissed your clit as another finger slid its way into your tight hole. You were doing so well all things considered. Joker let endless praises fall from his lips in between kissing and sucking on your pussy. You seemed to unknowingly enjoy praise, if the fresh flow of juices from your slit were any indication. Joker twisted his wrist so his two fingers slid in deeper to scissor your hole wider. You were welcoming the foreign invasion but he could feel the restraint still lying dormant within you.

With every pump of his fingers, he made sure to stretch them just a bit deeper and a lot wider to further his goal. After a while, you relaxed around his two fingers and seemed to enjoy the new sensation he introduced to you.

He added a third finger even as you whimpered in protest.

"Shhh, you need thissss." Joker angled his fingers in a come hither motion to stroke your g spot directly. You jerked in shock and clamped down on his fingers.

"R-Right there, J..ahh yessss.."

Joker grinned when you practically melted to his touch. That 'itch' you kept going on about was finally being attended to. This is what you craved all along.

But something was happening. A pressure you never felt before was building and you knew it wasn't good.

"J-J..ok— ahh! I feel.. weird. I think I'm mmhph!! I don't wanna.." You cried out.

Joker saw your thighs twitching and grinned. He wondered when you'd get close. "Let it go Bunny. It's okay."

Joker's deep voice urged you on, where exactly— you were unsure of, but he was more knowledgeable than you here. Even though your brain protested the feeling, since the rising pressure resembled that of using the bathroom, you let your body's natural instinct take control.

"Listen to your body, Princess. She knows what's best."

You nodded at Joker's vague words and let the feeling build more and more. You felt hot all over and dizzy yet Joker would not stop until you crumbled completely under pressure.

He kept your thighs spread open and grinned like a certified madman as he sped up his fingers, pumping into your hole until it audibly gushed out. Almost there..

Something was happening within your body that you couldn't comprehend. Your ears were ringing and tears streamed down your face as a white hot coil snapped just underneath your navel.

You felt like passing out, it was so intense yet you moaned as waves of pleasure washed over you.

And Joker drank everything you gave. He watched you die and come back anew right before his eyes and it was such a sight to behold.

You came back shivering and weak but had enough strength to pose the question. "W-what just h-happened?"

Joker left a lasting kiss on your clit before he crawled up your body. It was flush with a sheen of sweat and desire and he showered every inch of it with affection on his travels.

"Did ya enjoy your first orgasm?" He mumbled on your shoulder. "I sure did."

"O-Orgasm? So... I didn't pee?"

Gosh you were so cute, he wanted to ruin you so bad. "Mmhm. NoT quite. You came so hard for meeee. And ya taste so good too, see?"

Joker kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, although he laughed when you jerked back in disgust.

"That's not sweet! More like tangy and salty! Eww.. and you like that?" You said while wiping your mouth clean. You were still convinced you relieved yourself, however the texture was more creamier than liquid that told you otherwise.

"I do. Very. Very. Much." To prove his point, he licked his fingers clean of you while you watched in intrigue. It got you thinking..

"Umm, w-what do you taste like J?"

Joker died then and there. You asked him so casually, was he corrupting you too fast? Of course not. You blinked owlishly at Joker waiting for a response. All he could do was chuckle under his breath.

"I'll let ya have a uhh, taste another day Bunny. Right now, f__k, I gotta.. I need to be inside this pussy. Are ya still itchy?"

You blinked twice before nodding your head.

Whatever Joker did just then was amazing but it wasn't enough to quell the unknown feeling between your legs. You still couldn't form the right words to explain the sensation though. Maybe you could ask Joker about it later. Right now, your fears were bubbling up to the surface as he towered over you.

"You'll be gentle right? It won't hurt?"

Joker sighed before kissing you soundly. He then reached a hand down to check your entrance. You were still wet and you moaned into Joker's mouth at the soothing circles he left on your sensitive bud. "Mmm it shouldn't, Bunny."

Joker stopped rubbing your clit so he could remove his shirt and pants. You watched in awe as his body was revealed to you. Sure you saw glimpses of it here and there but fully bare before you now, Joker was stunning.

How did you get so lucky?

"There's no need to be shy, Y/n." Joker cooed at you.

He noticed you were still hesitant and moved your hands to his chest for you. Seeing your hands on him.. it was a step in the right direction. He couldn't wait to see them wrapped around his cock.

Baby steps though. Today was your first time but if he played his cards right.... Why not go big rather than go home?

With Joker's permission, you caressed the hard planes of his chest and abs, wondering what the large indentation in his briefs was. The second your hand brushed against it, Joker hissed and grabbed your wrist.

Your eyes flickered up to his deep jade in awe.

"Easy there, bunny." He shivered. You tilted your head to the side in wonder until Joker let his cock spring out from his underwear. Your face was priceless.

"I take it, it's ya first time seeing one?"

You subconsciously clenched around nothing and nodded listlessly. Joker snorted and decided to let you explore uncharted territory. You know, get a little bit of hands-on training.

"Go on. Touch iT." Joker whispered in your ear as he guided your hands around his dick. He stifled his groans as your timid touch groped his shaft. J was soft yet hard at the same time and you paled at the thought of it in you.

If his fingers almost made you faint, what would this do? It felt powerful and ominous in your hands and oddly hot to the touch. Veins ran up the length of it and when you looked closer, a clear bead of liquid was oozing out the top. For some unknown reason you wanted to lick it up but second guessed yourself at the last minute.

"Is this.. going inside m-me? J, I don't think..."

"Yes it will." You wondered how Joker knew your exact thought, "I'll make it fit and you'll take every.. last.. inch. Under-stand?"

You jerked your head in a nod and it seemed to satisfy Joker since he nodded back. With that out of the way, Joker let you acquaint yourself with his dick until he grew impatient and batted your hands away. Any more stimuli and he would've cum prematurely.

He couldn't finish before the deflowering party got started. But he didn't calculate the way you were driving him nuts.

"Look at me Y/n. That, uhh, ache you have right here." Joker rubbed your womb affectionately before tipping your chin up with his fingers.

You were on your knees before him, patiently waiting for anything he would give.

"Your mind is still unsure but your body... mmmm, your body knows what it wants. Keep listening to your body, mkay? It's gonna be reallllly scary, and I. Won't. Stop. either, but you have to trust me bunny. Trust that I'm doing this to.. make you feel good. I'm going to ruin your pussy and there's nothing you can do about iT."

Your bottom lip trembled in fear but you nodded at Joker. He wouldn't deliberately hurt you.. right?

"O-Okay.. I trust you." Joker's smile was absolutely feral hearing you surrender to him so easily. You'd regret that later.

"That'sss my sweet girl. So! You're all wet and horny and need to be filled? So achy and needy? I'll help ya.."

Out of the blue Joker pushed you down on the bed and you yelped at the sudden shift in the air. "J? What're.."

"ShuT. Up. You deserve someone who will treat ya right. Mmm, should've picked someone else then. Lemme break you Princess, open up for me."

You didn't like where this was going but Joker did say to trust him. It was going to be scary but you had to trust him. Didn't mean you had to like it. You didn't want him breaking anything of yours!

Before you could turn your head away, Joker already grabbed a hold of it.

"Look at me! I said... spread your legs slut."

If Joker didn't see your pussy glistening with cum, he would have dialed things back but surprise surprise, his little virgin liked being dominated. You liked his meaner side even if your brain couldn't wrap itself around the idea. Joker was over the moon discovering your kinks way before you did.

He watched in glee as you parted your thighs for him. Your pretty folds were glistening like the delicate flower it was. Joker repeatedly slapped his dick on your puffy lips and you jumped in shock with each unexpected smack.

Even if you could squirm away, Joker would just drag you back. With one hand keeping your face towards him, he used the other to prod his cock in your slick juices.

You were so wet, he almost slipped inside with no resistance. He let you coat his dick completely and hissed at the warmth beckoning him in.

"Don't... look... away. Here we go. Ahh s__t, oh shhh shh Y/n, I know. I-I know it hurts and that.. Heh, that's just the tip.."

You were a panting mess. It felt like you were being split apart and he barely had the tip inside? This wasn't what you signed up for! "Joker, wait!!"

He muffled your cries with a kiss and bullied his way deeper inside of your tight walls, one agonizing inch at a time. You clawed at his forearm that was holding your face and wept at the sting his cock left behind.

It wasn't supposed to hurt yet it felt good at the same time. You couldn't decide which sensation overpowered the other, but right when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Joker bottomed out inside of you— groaning at your walls gripping him tight as you sobbed uncontrollably around him.

"Ahhh! Please, Joker no more!" You begged. Joker settled in within you, laughing.

"Whaddya mean, Bunny? That's it! Good job for taking me soooo well. You ahh, took it a-all on the first try. Breathe doll. Ya gotta breathe."

Joker groaned as you turned a little blue in the face. His cock was already making you go stupid and he had yet to start thrusting.

He wanted to tease you about it but he wasn't any better as your gummy walls choked the life out of his dick. You felt absolutely sinful wrapped around him. He felt lightheaded from the intense heat your body enveloped him in.

"How does it f-feel to not be a.. mmm.. virgin anymore?"

"F-Full..." You wheezed out.

"Yeah? What if I ahh, take it away?" Joker pulled out, till nothing but the aching tip remained and you cried out, begging him to come back. "I knew it, such a greedy little slut... but today I'll be generous. Here you go."

He thrust into you sharply, making you arch your back and disrupt the grip he had on your face. "Ohh you like it rough, doll?"

Joker grabbed your hips instead and set his knees into the bed. Each word was drilled into your pussy with a powerful, breathtaking thrust. "Good. To. Know."

You couldn't think straight let alone form words from the assault. All that could escape your lips was Joker's shortened name and pornagraphic moans.

You were tossing your head side to side and drooling up a storm. Joker thought it was the prettiest thing in the world. You were a natural.

"And you thoughT you wouldn't be good enough, HA! You're perfect for meeee.. I should've taken you months ago, f__k." Joker didn't care if he was talking too much, you were proving to be too much for him to handle.

Between your tight pussy suffocating his cock, to your breast bouncing in his face, Joker didn't know where to focus his attention.

That is, until you made the decision for him.

You never followed his instructions. He didn't care how hard it was to focus, he wanted to see the moment your brain shut down and floated away. How could he do that if you closed your eyes?

Joker growled and picked up the pace but not before squeezing your throat. "What.. did I tell you? Don't. Look. Away."

He wasn't expecting you to let out an airy giggle in response. You would be his undoing. Smiling as he choked you? It was like you were made for him.

Joker groaned and lost himself, giving it his all to make you feel good. This was your first time after all. He would stop at nothing to make it perfect.

You weren't complaining as you struggled to breathe in between the brutal pace Joker set and with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

A while ago, the initial pain of his cock entering your hole morphed into mind numbing pleasure. Now you understood the hype behind sex. Why did your parents and other adults growing up censor this from you?

It was indescribable the way Joker made you feel. You were in fact seeing stars with each cant of his hips. Had you known sex could feel this good sooner, you couldn't even wrap your head around the possibilities your teenage self could have created.

"nny? Bunny? Come back to meeeee. There ya are! Heh, thought I squeezed too tight."

You blinked back the fog to notice Joker had come to a stop inside of you and was doting on you with a slight look of concern in his eyes. It was gone by the time you cleared your throat.

He let go of it during your brief stint in headspace when he saw your eyes roll back.

There was a fine line between breath play and choking. Joker wasn't about to go too far, especially since this was your first time.

He wanted this to be memorable, not kill you. So against his wishes, he stopped to check on you when you became unresponsive.

You were breathing normally again (albeit your eyes were still glazed over) but he proposed a new idea anyway. "Wanna try a different position?"

You stretched your arms out for Joker to grab onto with a meek nod. He chuckled at your innocence on full display.

His sweet girl was a pillow Princess through and through.

Too bad he wanted to corrupt that and everything else about you. You would be a ravenous minx by the end of his teachings, that much he was certain of.

Joker sighed as he left your warmth and drummed up a good position in his head. There were so many he wanted to try with you but one in particular made him grin deviously.

You caught sight of it and gulped down your fear. "J... please be.."

"Nothing about me is gentle doll. Remember thaT. Now, what's a sweet little thing like you owning a big mirror like this hmmm?"

Joker scooped you up from the bed and slammed you face first into the floor length mirror that you had set up in the room.

He loved seeing your shock reflect through the mirror.

"Do ya use it to touch yourself? Can't blame ya if you do. I'd watch this body too.." He fondled your hips and squeezed your breasts as you shook your head in denial.

You watched yourself in the mirror being manhandled at a loss for words.

"N-No! It's not l-like that!" You cried out when Joker yanked your hair back in his strong grip. All you could do was grip the mirror's frame, less you lose your balance.

Joker had you standing on your tippy toes with your head tilted all the way back in order to stare up into his eyes.

"Open your mouth." He ordered.

You did without hesitation but froze when Joker spat right onto your tongue.

"Ahht ahht, swallow. Now." He growled. He didn't care if it was yucky to you, it asserted his dominance over you and he grinned when you teared up but swallowed on command.

He noticed your legs rubbing against each other and knew subconsciously you loved it. That innocent mind of yours was holding you back however.

"It's always the shy ones." Joker chuckled under his breath. In an instant he used your hair to guide you back onto his dick. Your breath was stolen right from you by the unexpected invasion.

"Oh bunnyyyy, you got tighter." He groaned.

He rammed his cock into you at a bruising pace and yanked your hair whenever you tried to look away. Your only option was to lean forward onto the cool mirror and watch as J pounded into you from behind on its surface.

The sight of your nude body being taken in such a way was embarrassing— all flushed and slack jawed, but Joker was right there behind you, whispering how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to take your v card.

Whatever that meant.

What you did know was that Joker was thrusting into you harder than ever and that wondrous feeling from before was fast approaching again. You were unsure how Joker managed to fit his length inside of you yet there was a noticeable bulge in your stomach that you couldn't keep your eyes off of.

Joker followed your gaze through the mirror and relocated one of his hands to rub against it during each snap of his hips. And when he pressed down on it? You sang praises to his name.

"You.. really are stuffed.. fuuc—full of me huh, baby doll? G-Gooood, that's good." He smiled into your skin and picked up the pace, like he wasn't already rattling the mirror and artwork against the wall with every rough thrust.

You were swaying on your feet from the pleasure and it grew the moment Joker rubbed erratic circles on your clit.

You couldn't handle the added stimuli and tried moving his hand away because this time it really felt like you were..

Your undoing completely blindsided you; it was so intense. Your legs shook like a newborn's and you almost fell if not for Joker catching you at the last minute. He was in high spirits, cooing in your ear.

"D__n, Y/n! Goood girl, C'mon.. breathe for me Bunny.. yeah. That was.. heh somethin' else wasn't it? Shhh shhhh easy now.." He ignored the wet mirror dripping with your cum to help you down onto the plush rug at your feet.

You were twitching and pushing Joker away but he fought back and flipped you onto your stomach.

Your legs were still dripping wet from squirting, so your pussy accepted Joker back inside no issue.

That didn't mean your brain was so welcoming. "J.. too much, I-I can't!"

He just positioned your hips into a painful looking arch and drilled your pussy like no tomorrow.

"I. Don't. Care. Bunny. Ahh, you... ohh, youuuu got to cum twice now, selfish little whore. N-Now it's my turn and I'm gonna.. use ya.. like the dirty slut we both know ya are!"

He threw his head back as he slammed your hips back to take his dick over and over. The way your skin rippled with each thrust, the echo of wet skin on skin, your pathetic cries floating in the air; Joker loved every detail.

A quick glance to his right gave him the perfect view of your back arching in the mirror and your tear stained face smushed into the rug.

You were taking his cock with a blissed out smile on your face. Joker truly was a lucky man. Your first time and you were already showing signs of being a perfect cock-slut.

What more could he ask for in a partner?

He'd love exposing you to his most kinkiest desires and treating his touch starved Princess to all of the pleasures known to mankind. By the way your weeping pussy was still throwing it back on him and squeezing his dick so tight, physically you were still in the game.

A shame your mind couldn't keep up.

He laughed at the broken pleas spilling from your lips. Your mind was still a virgin but your body never truly was. This body of yours was begging for his cum.

And he would deliver.

Joker choked on a moan as his release creeped up on him. His hips lost their rhythm and became more primal in the desperate need to cum. Joker reached down and grabbed ahold of your hair to twist your face towards him.

"Now this... ohh shi— tt-this is the ahh, most important part Bunny. Good.. gooood girls get rewarded. T-They get cum deeeeep in their greedy little wombs. You.. you want thaT? You want my cum?" He asked.

You didn't understand a single word but nodded aways. "Yes J, please!"

Joker was too close to mock your eagerness. He was spouting nonsense himself; his head was so mushy.

"I'm gunna give it to ya. You've been such a good little bunny. This'll make ya feel sooo much better, so full n' complete. All m-mine.. you'll take it yeah? Won't you, Y/n?"

Joker had more to say but two thrusts later, he erupted in your pussy, painting it white with no end in sight.

Joker's release triggered one last orgasm from you as his hot cum bathed your walls and sent you down a spiral.

You collapsed and Joker's weight kept you pressed to the floor as he continued to rock his hips into you, unable to stop himself. Both of you struggled to catch a breath but Joker regained his senses first and rolled over onto his side, dragging you with him.

Naturally he was the big spoon and showered you with much needed affection.

You were shivering with aftershocks with a faraway expression on your face. He hummed as he softened inside you and waited until he was coherent enough to check on you.

"Y/n?" He brushed a lock of hair off your shoulder. "You uhhh alright?" Joker turned you around and you clung to him instantly.

He rubbed your back and petted your hair, a complete 180 of the dominant man rearranging your guts just moments prior.

"I wasn't too rough, no? If ya didn't li-ke it or.. uhh, we can try again? More gentler—-"

You cut him off with a kiss.

Joker looked down at you in shock. Your beautiful face was wet with tears but your eyes... those sweet e/c shined so brightly at him in adoration.

"It was p-perfect, J. T-Thank you." You kissed him again and collapsed into his arms when your strength suddenly failed you.

You landed on his chest and left kisses where you could reach. They were weak brushes of your lips, but Joker didn't mind. At least you were okay.

"Mmm, err don't thanK me just yet doll. C'mere." He tipped your head back so the two of you could lock eyes.

"This... was tame compared to what I'll do to ya next time."

Your eyes widened. "N-Next time?"

Joker snickered at your innocent wonder and nodded. Somethings just wouldn't change he guessed.

"Mmhm. There's so much more to learn Y/n.." He tucked a curl of hair behind your ear. You were so pretty in your afterglow, he couldn't even focus on what he was saying.

Joker didn't know how long he was gonna lay low with the authorities but he knew he was staying here with you for a very, very long time.

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lover-222 · 7 months

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Angel Baby (D.S)

warning: smut 18+

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it was known that dominik was a playboy, liverpool's finest man on the field loved having different girls on him. he was one of liverpool's best players right now. the hungarian man loved partying and living the football dream. he was a heartbreaker, he loved how women desired him. today was nothing different.

liverpool had just won their last game of the season, and the boys were going to celebrate just how they always did.

"you ready for today dom?, i wonder who'll be your next victim" trent chuckled as he looked at his teammate.

dom wore an all black outfit with his silver chain and a diamond bracelet. he made a simple outfit look extravagant. he put on lotion, styled his brown hair, and sprayed some of his favorite cologne.

the club they frequently went to was busy. the flickering colored lights danced all over the building, the dance floor was filled with many couples dancing. the alcoholic beverages were being served to many different tables.

dominik talked and laughed with his teammates slowly but surely getting tipsy. the boys one by one started leaving the table to go dance and talk to pretty girls. trent and dominik were the only ones left.

that was until he spotted her, she looked angelic. she wore a tight white dress, her long black hair was waist level. she was there with another friend who had caught trent's attention.

the boys went up to them and offered them a drink. the couples separated into other tables just to be more comfortable with their dates.

"you're very beautiful i just had to talk to you, i'm domi-" he was cut off by the pretty girl.

"i know exactly who you are, dominik szoboszlai" she smiled.

she was innocent, sweet, and delicate. nothing like he's ever had before. all the girls he would fuck were all over him, she was different. y/n wanted him even if it was just for the night. she didn't want to look desperate but one night with dominik szoboszlai would be amazing.

the drinks were coming and coming, the alcohol burned her throat. although by the fifth shot it felt like they were drinking water. the tension started to rise, they couldn't help it.

they ended up at dominik's house, she knew how he was. he didn't want commitment or something stable, he just wanted a good time.

the couple was inside of the house, neither of them disconnected from the heated kiss. dom kissed and sucked on her exposed neck, leaving hickeys on her skin. she felt pure bliss, his lips felt so good on her skin.

he lead her upstairs to his room, he was eager. he needed her badly. dominik laid her gracefully on his bed, she looked truly angelic as she laid on top of his white sheets. he got on top of her, not doing anything yet. he just looked at her facial features, admiring every detail of her frame.

"i just wanted to let you know that i don't want a relationship or any commitment since of football-" he stated.

"i know, i just want to be one of your girls tonight dom. so is liverpool's best man going to fuck me or not?" she said seductively.

he had pure lust in his eyes, his brown eyes turned into a darker shade and were blown out. dominik took off her dress, leaving her in her matching lacy set.

dominik thought he had died and gone to heaven. her matching white lacy bra and underwear were making him hard by every second.

"not fair you still have your clothes on" she said and sat up properly.

he laughed at her, y/n's hands traveled to the hem of his black shirt tucking on it. as soon as she took it off she kissed his muscular chest, while her hands explored his abs. she saw more of his tattoos that were scattered all over both of his arms.

they were perfectly detailed and the shading gave them more depth. the way each design wrapped around and covered his arms made her wet. the thought of being manhandled by him made her dizzy.

dom kissed her tan body, gently unclasping her white lacy bra. she looked ethereal, a true angel was laying down right in front of him. the lust and sexual tension filled the room, and the heated make out session didn't stop. not until he pulled down her panties, and she reached out for his boxers.

"no angel you first i want to see how much of a good girl you are" he smirked as he planted kisses on her stomach.

he kissed her thighs, she was melting from his touch. the combination of his lips on her and his manly scent was intoxicating but in the best way possible. he wrapped his hands around her soft thighs to keep her from moving. as he kissed her thighs, she'd sigh in pleasure. his beard would rub against her flesh making her squirm.

dom licked her inner folds, he gently sucked and licked every part of her sex. she couldn't stop moaning his name. he was so good at what he was doing, his tongue felt like pure bliss against her core.

"god i don't think i'll last very long" she said following up with a moan.

it was heaven for dominik, her angelic voice saying dirty things made him smirk.

"god's not here baby, it's just me" he replied as he pulled her into him and harshly sucked on her clit.

her mouth made an o-shape, y/n grasped a handful of his hair making him groan. she had felt the vibration right in her core, there was no way she could hold her orgasm in. his tongue circled around her clit making her pulsate against him.

she was so wet against him, although she was getting frustrated because he wouldn't let her cum. to the point where she started riding his face, which he quickly made her stop and pulled away.

"no what are you doing my love?" he asked playfully, knowing exactly what she wanted.

she would do anything to reach her orgasm, she craved him so badly.

he had a playful yet sinful smile, "i want to be inside you when you cum".

he teased her entrance with his cock, moving it gently up and down. he was a good size, way bigger than her ex boyfriend. she felt him deep inside of her, every thrust was pleasurebale. the couple moaned loudly, his thrusts were fast and then slow. he would thrust into her at a fast pace, then would slow down, teasing her.

"fuck dom please i'm so close" she whined, tears building up making her eyes water.

"such a pretty angel begging me to let her cum, are you really going to cry?" he teased her as he grabbed her face with his hand gently squeeze her cheeks, yet not stopping his rhythm.

tears ran down her face, the pleasure was too much to handle. she would bite her lip to stop herself from cumming. she'd bit to hard and was now bleeding a bit, the metallic taste wondered her mouth.

he was reaching his high, his thrust became faster and more precise. his chain dangled from his neck, she hooked her pointer finger on the chain making him come closer to her. their lips crashed against each other, he tasted like mint. he was hitting her g-spot in every thrust which made her claw his back.

"you feel so fucking good, i'm going to cum" he said as his thrust became sloppy.

"me too, fuck i can't hold it anymore" she moaned out.

"cum with me angel" he said as he quickened up his pace.

his cock thrusted deep into her, making her shiver. she felt on top of the world, her orgasm building up in her core. he kissed her hashly, then swiftly put her on top making her ride him.

she moved desperately on his thick cock, nothing stopped her from riding him. it felt incredibly good. her perfect body was on display just for him, he held on to her waist. he followed her rhythm and would thrust into her occasionally. y/n looked down at him, he was a mess under her.

his hair was a mess, and his cheeks were scarlet red. even with his hair all over the place, he looked fucking beautiful. he looked like he was sculpted by greek gods, every single one of his curves were perfectly defined.

dom thought she was angelic, her doe like eyes attracted him. she was a sweet angel, her lips tasted like cherries. her dainty hands would messily pick up her hair, although her head tilted back due to her pleasure.

he snaked his hand up her chest and rested it on her neck. she loved it, he maintained a firm grasp around her. she felt euphoric, she held on to his arm as she felt her orgasm building up.

"i'm close angel" he told her as he thrusted into her yet again but deeper.

her eyebrows scrunched up, "me too fuck dom please".

the sensation built up as he thrusted into her, she managed to reach down and circled around her clit fast. dom quickly replaced her hand with his. his fingers played with her clit moving his digits fast around it.

finally reaching their climax, he whined and grunted while thrusting into her one last time. she moaned loudly and shuddered while she laid on top of him.

"fuck you're so good" she sighed as she breathed heavily.

"me? angel you were perfect. see you can be a good girl" he said while he smirked at her.

he pulled out and laid her next to him, dom got up and went to grab a warm cloth. he helped her get cleaned up and got back into bed.

the brunette boy caressed her face and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"i think i want to see you again angel" he said softly.

"am i going to be dominik szoboszlai's fuck buddy?" y/n replied playfully.

"i mean if you want, but i mean more like maybe go on a date with me?" he asked her, his puppy dog eyes glistened.

"i'd love that" she smiled, dom excitingly kissed her and wrapped his tattooed arms around her. she felt safe in his strong embrace. maybe she's the one that takes him out of the playboy lifestyle.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── a/n: i took like three days writing this and i'm not even sure if i like it lmaoooo

give me feedback plss anyways i hope y'all enjoyed it!!

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that1fangirrl · 24 days

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Dating a Ballet Dancer...

Cw: some 18+,food mentions

A/N: This was honestly so adorable to me. I think I might write so more for it later on. If you have any ideas for this or other concepts, my inbox is always open. Enjoy!

He does not understand why ballerinas wear so many layers to practice. Especially because they are mostly thin and mesh garments, but with leg warmers

Yoga and stretch “dates”

Forcing her to eat more food so she can build up strength… or at least him sneaking a few snacks in her bag before she leaves for practice

Helping her stay in shape and healthy always

Something tells me he’d be curious to try a move… maybe stick to plié or tendu. Just like small footwork. Nothing extreme

He probably helps her with choreography. His enhanced senses pick up on slight changes so i definitely see him being like “oh that pirouette wasn’t as strong” or “your elbows aren’t tucked in right”

He doesn’t seem like a nervous person, but knowing with any sport you can get hurt has him on edge all the time. “What if you don’t land right and break an ankle?”

But he’s fairly confident in his babygirl… she's a professional after all

He's a huge stickler when it comes to her health. I know I said it before, but he's constantly watching what she eats, how much sleep and rest she gets. Cause he knows what the body needs to feel good and function better

Maybe it even motivates him to be better about his own health

It doesn’t help that they’re in college which always somehow means snacks over real food

If practice goes longer into the night, he’ll wait in the building or in the studio, so they can walk back to his or her dorm

Classical music is a must for them both. Just picture it. Him sitting on the bed studying with the music softly in the background while his adorable lover mimics the movements in her head along to the music. He would have the cutest little soft smile on his face(y'know the one)

When it’s tech/rehearsal week and he's not allowed to be around, it’s the worst. He’s only allowed to sit on one of the benches outside of the theater/auditorium. He can hear her jagged breathing, the nerves bounces off the walls, the constant frustration running through her veins. It makes him super antsy that he can’t barge in and console his sweet angel.

But after each night of rehearsing, he makes sure Foggy isn’t at their dorm, so he can give her a well deserved night of comfort. Whether that be a nice massage, cuddling with an audiobook or some music, or everyone’s favorite… sex!!

Speaking of sex… he’s 100% her first. He’s so sweet and gentle. Constantly asking if she’s okay, if she wants to try something else, etc. It’s always a good time. Vanilla, but who cares? They're only in college.

Back to our charmer, he might’ve flirted with the dance instructor a little so he could be allowed into the dance studio after hours or during sessions. She’s an older lady, so of course she’s gonna love that little catholic boy who’s “too much”.

Now when the tickets for each show goes on sale, he is the first and i repeat THE FIRST to get a ticket. He’s up bright and early waiting for the doors to open so he can get one and be prepared for the night.

During the day, he tries his best to keep her head up. Makes her stand in front of a mirror and say only positive things to herself. Even texts in the middle of his day, that she's gonna kill it.

He even has Foggy tag along. Has him help pick out flowers and a cute card. Maybe even some cute jewelry, like a little dainty bracelet that has a ballet charm on it. Foggy doesn’t mind though, he’s their number 1 supporter.

At the end of the show, he finds her backstage crying. Something about how she messed up on her turns and everyone noticed. To which he assures her with the biggest and tightest hug. “The crowd loved you Angel. They were absolutely breathless and amazed. If you did mess up, they didn’t even notice because your beauty hypnotized them too much.” Ending it with a billion kisses all over the face and on her forehead.

She kept those flowers by the way. Dried them out and has them in a special area of their apartment. Probably in some cute little keepsake box.

After all these years, they’re still together. Graduated from school. Successful lawyer and Ballet Dancer of Hell’s Kitchen.

He still goes to all of her shows. Brings Foggy and Karen. Has a cute new bouquet of flowers each time.

One night, he brings a ring. And after the show, they go for a small walk in the park nearby and he gets on one knee and proposes to her. The rest from there is history.

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littleficsworld · 3 months

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Just a little Grammy inspired sleepy Jake fluff🥁💛

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Imagine travelling to Nashville to be with the boys for their Grammy party at home. You're knackered from the long day of travelling but insisted on being with them.

They ordered in a whole bunch of food and you find yourself sipping rosé wine that Sam keeps topping up when you're not paying attention and eating pizza. The boys get a bit rowdy as usual after a few beers and Jake notices you sinking further into the pillows on the sofa with heavy lidded eyes.

He pads over to you...

'Alright there angel?'

'Yeah just been a long day and I'm not used to travelling that's all,' you say as you look up at him with tired doe eyes. You feel the sofa shift as he sits down next to you and grabs a soft throw and tucks you in. You blush at the gesture, feeling a little self conscious surrounded by the boys family and friends, some of whom you didn't know very well.

'Here let's get you all cosy,' he says as he gives your cheek a quick squeeze and strokes your hair softly, 'We've set up a guest bed for you upstairs love, just let me know when you're ready.'

You answer with a smile 'thank you Jakey,' and you really meant it.

...

You were awoken by a little shake of your shoulder, it was Jake letting you know it was their category.

'Eeeee is this it!' you said as you crossed fingers and toes for the boys and looked around the room at the faces anxiously watching the huge screen in Josh's house. You reached up to grab Jake's hand in your own.

'And the winner is... Paramore!'

'Ahhh,' you sighed looking at Jake and squeezing his hand as the room let out a few boo's and disappointed sounds before Josh rallied everyone round for a speech saying thank you to everyone.

...

The night carried on and your eyes were getting heavier and heavier. Jake seemed to notice you drifting and was by your side again, albeit a bit wobbly from the drink.

'Oh hello you, do you mind showing me my bed now Jakey?' You smile.

'Aw is angel sleepy,' he cooed with his signature shit-eating grin, 'come on...' he said as he took your hand leading you past the many faces and up the stairs, to a cosy looking guest room with the most plush bed you've ever seen. Jake nips back out to grab your suitcase and unzips it, as you crawl across the bed, the sweet scent of fresh linen luring you further into a sleepy state. Jake pulls out your childhood teddy from the bag and props him by the pillows as you cocoon yourself into the sheets.

'Thank you for coming angel,' be says dropping a kiss to your forehead.

'My pleasure,' you mutter almost at a whisper.

'You catch up on some sleep and I'll join you soon love, if that's still okay?' ever the gentleman checking if you were still comfortable sleeping in the same bed as him, as you'd arranged earlier.

'Yes of course Jakey! Although I can't promise I'll be awake for much longer,' you smile sleepily at him.

He looks down at you with so much love and adoration, 'I love you angel.'

'Love you too Jakey'

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nayaaatv · 2 years

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"to him, to me, to you." - l.h.s. ♡

# : pure flufffff, cute cute cute

warnings ! : mentions of alcohol, a drunk heeseung ^_^

wc ! : 0.5k (i think)

a/n : (˘̩̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

"jesus, how many did he have?" you asked jay, who was most likely about to drop heeseung. "i don't even know.. like 80??"

you helped jay and jake bring the tipsy boy inside. after a few minutes of trying to get him to land on the couch, you said your goodbyes to the half sober boys.

you closed the door tiredly, looking at the clock. "2 am?" you hummed, turning to look at heeseung...

who has disappeared from the couch.

you stood there in panic. how the hell did you manage to lose your drunk boyfriend after looking away for less than 7 seconds.

you let out a breathe as you found him lying down on your bed.

"hee baby, get up please" you said walking to the bed. he tiredly gets up from his uncomfortable position.

you change him into a more comfortable pair of clothes as he mutters a quiet "thank you".

you gesture him to sit down on the bed and wait while you get him a glass of water.

you came back to a very droopy heeseung, about to fall asleep sitting down.

you knelt down a bit and held his chin as he tiredly drank the water you gave him.

while tucking him into bed, your bed. he appreciated everything about you. the way you took care of him, the way you made him feel safe, the way you made him smile, he never felt more at ease.

he giggled cheekily at his thoughts, catching your attention.

"what's so funny?" you asked.

he giggled even more. that laugh never and never will fail to make your heart melt.

you messily plopped yourself on him, snuggling into him. even though heeseung wasn't exactly fully sober, he adored moments like this.

and you did too. your head laying on his chest, listening to his heart beat and the sound of him humming your favorite songs.

"i love you" he whispered softly.

instead of ending the night with a "i love you too", you changed it up a bit.

"how much?" you asked curiously.

he tilted his head to you as you look up to look at him. you stared at each other for a moment. he felt like he was staring at an angel. to him, your eyes looked (are) much prettier than a seven carat diamond ring.

"babe, you could run me over and id say thank you. to me, loving you and you loving me is probably the best thing that's happened to me, if that makes sense." he said, sobering up a bit.

you both end up in a laughing fit. to him, if he had a million bruises, your laugh would heal them all. your smile could heal thousands, he thought.

you're the only one who can get his heart spinning. you're the only one who can see him like this. you're the only one that can make him feel like this. you make him feel so in love.

you smiled and kissed his cheek, landing back on his chest. his cheeks lit up in the cutest shade of pink, which he was relieved you didn't notice.

he felt your tired figure melt into him as he played with your hair and stroked your back. whispering sweet nothings and continuing to hum your favorite songs.

he knows that you belong to him, and he belongs, to you.

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kdogreads · 11 months

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Imagine taking in the Teller boys with Chibs

SPOILERS FOR SEAON 7 BELOW THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Warnings: death mentioned, angst, hurt/comfort, pretty detailed description of grief

AN: This little fic takes place in the same canon as my other Chibs imagine. I just love Chibby and his Dove🥹💕 Check out my masterlist for more Chibs and other self-indulging fics. Thank you for reading :)

The two of you had long been known affectionately as Uncle Chibs and Aunt Dove, after his nickname for you. In fact, most of the club had adopted the name “Dove” for you, not that you minded in the slightest. It was an affectionate name that described perfectly your roll among the guys.

After Tara, you and Chibs stepped up to help Jax with the boys as much as you possibly could. They stayed at your house most nights, you helped explain what happened and where Mommy went to Abel, and you tried to keep their schedules as routine as possible. It was so hard to comfort Thomas when you knew all he wanted was his mom, but you did the best you could, often with tears streaming down your face, too.

Filip held you late into the night after you’d finally gotten the boys to sleep. So many feelings raged through his mind as he rocked you gently; fear for what would happen next, anger that he couldn’t take away the pain from all of you, despair that these sweet boys had to grow up without their mom, guilt for the weight of this you’d taken on, uncertainty about just how you two would figure all this out. It all culminated in his chest as his heart pounded against your tear-stained cheek.

“We’re gonna figure out how to do this, baby,” You’d whisper to him, clinging to his strong arms for dear life as he held you impossibly close to him. You weren’t sure who you were trying to convince more, you or him.

“Aye, my love, we will,” He’d speak into the top of your head after a moment, planting kisses to separate his thoughts, “We will.”

You’d sit with your legs draped over Filip’s in your shared bed, the place you’d often find comfort in one another at the end of another hard day. His thick biceps caged your body in, one hand held your torso close to him while the other rubbed warm circles into your hip. He’d rock you slightly every now and then, kissing your forehead as his protective hold sways you softly into a place where you almost believed yourselves. He holds you this way for hours sometimes, as long as he can, trying desperately to reassure each other of your combined resiliency.

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Jax’s death nearly broke Chibs. He loved him like his own blood. Though you both were hurting, you held Filip more often than not during these days. Your own pain feeling futile when you see the pain in his eyes, breaking your heart into pieces every damn time.

You’d climb into bed and straddle his broad thighs, wrapping him up as wholly as you could with your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, raking over his scalp as if you were trying to pull the hurt straight from his mind. Filip’s head lay flush against your shoulder, face tucked into your neck, hands clinging around your waist as tightly as he could muster. He’d breathe in your scent deeply, feeling a wave of your love wash over him every time. You alternate massaging his head with your fingertips and rubbing comforting circles over the broad expanse of his back, trying carefully to piece him back together.

“We’re gonna make it, honey,” You coo into his ear, stroking his hair gently.

He nuzzled further into your neck, pecking soft kisses into your skin that’s been salted with both of your tears.

“Because yer here wi’ me, Dove,” His head lifts to meet your soft gaze, hands moving to the sides of your face, “You ‘n’ me, my angel.”

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In the following months, you start to fall into a relatively normal routine. You wake up first and quickly ready yourself for the morning before heading to the kitchen to start the coffee pot. It’s a rare few minutes of quiet before you hear Thomas start to stir in his room. He’s big enough now that he usually meets you in the kitchen, little feet padding down the hallway, always ready to ask what you were doing for the day.

Today was no different than normal. You heard his quiet little steps heading towards you, just like every day before. You smiled behind your mug as he got closer to your spot at the small table in the kitchen, ready to acted surprised to see him like you always did. Something happened next, something new to this sunny Charming morning, that you could not have ever been less prepared for.

“Mama?”

Thomas’ sweet little voice echoed to your bones. Your heart sank as he came into your view. You were ready to face the disappointment of a confused little boy.

He rounded the corner into the kitchen and met your worried gaze. A smile spread across his sleepy face.

“Mama.”

He visibly relaxed as he recognized you sitting in the same spot you always were. Excitedly, he clamored into your lap and hugged you around your neck. It was only then you noticed Filip standing in the doorway holding a still-sleepy Abel, looking just as shocked as you knew you must have.

Thomas settled happily into your lap and began playing with a few small toys left on the table. None of you spoke until Abel broke the silence.

“You’re our second mama, right Aunt Dovey?” He looked at you while rubbing his sleep-filled eyes, still clinging onto Filip’s worn black sleep shirt, “And Uncle Chibby is our second daddy?”

You just stared at his sweet face, trying to come up with an answer that made sense in this crazy, instinct-driven life you’d been thrown into. You stumbled over your words as you grasped at the thoughts running through your head.

“Aye, laddie,” Filip chimed in, reassuringly meeting your gaze before turning his head to face Abel, “But it does’na matter what you and yer brother call us. So long as ya know we’ll always be here for you boys. Okay, love?”

Filip brushed a thumb over Abel’s cheek, lovingly reminding him he meant everything he said. Abel simply nodded before wiggling out of Filip’s grasp and beckoning Thomas to come play with him in the living room. He was satisfied with that answer, for now anyway, and walked away from what was a life-altering moment for you like it was just another normal morning for him.

“Oh, love,” Filip stepped towards you as the tears you’d been holding in started to flow down your cheeks. You stood up and accepted his embrace, clinging to his sturdy frame as the reality of your new life shifted from feeling like a sentence to a blessing, all in one moment.

“I love you, baby,” You breathed into his chest, “I love us.”

“I love you, my Dove,” He requited as he moved to caress the sides of your face, “I love this life we’ve chosen.”

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thruheavenandhighwater · 8 months

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Nightmares

Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Reader

Word Count: 2,333

Summary: Eddie comforts you after a nightmare of an abusive past relationship wakes you in the middle of the night.

Content Warning: Trauma, nightmares, mentions of past abuse (SA specifically), Eddie lowkey threatening someone who hurt reader in their past.

This is based 100% on my own nightmare last night. The nightmare portion of this fic is like 95% exactly what happened in my own dream. All I wanted was someone to hold me and make me feel safe and cared for. I didn't have that, so I wrote this instead.

He was yelling again. Unintelligible on the other side of the bedroom door, but he was definitely yelling. Fear gripped you- an ice cold hand like a vice around your chest. His voice is cut off by the slamming of the front door and you beg your heart to stop beating like a kick drum against your ribcage. You will the tears to stay behind your eyelids. The bed you're in is suffocating. The sheets and blankets you'd chosen only months before have now seen you at your worst more often than not. You're disgusted by the bluish green sort of color. You'd chosen them in hopes of happier times. You'd been mistaken.

The moment you heard his car start up outside, you held your breath. Listening. Waiting. Finally, mercifully, you hear the sound of snow crunching beneath tires due for a rotation. You hear the car backing out of its assigned spot just outside the window of your apartment. Your ears strain to follow it as it stops at the entrance before turning left. You follow the sound until eventually it blends in with the rest of the noise of a college town in the middle of the night. He's gone. You have no way of knowing for how long, but for now he's gone.

You pull back the edge of the curtain just enough. You confirm what you'd heard, that his car is gone. That you're safe even if it is for just a moment. He's gone. You pull yourself away from the bed sheets that feel irreparably soiled and redress in the pajamas you'd pulled from the dryer just a few hours ago. Opening the bedroom door feels more like walking into a warzone than into your own living room. Something brushes against your leg. Something small. Black and white fur, a purr vibrating against your shin.

Luci.

Sweet Lucifur. Your little angel. Your sweet boy. The only good thing in the small apartment you shared with the man who was supposed to be the love of your life. You reach down, hands under his butt and his belly as you gather him up, holding him to your chest. He rests his head on your shoulder. You swear it's like he knows what happens behind that closed bedroom door. Like he knows you're hurting in so many ways. Like he knows that he has the power to make you feel a little better just by existing. He allows you to hold him, crying into his fur as his purr soothes your heavy heart.

Something clicks. Something tells you, finally, that you can leave. That you can go somewhere else. Somewhere that you can be safe for more than a few fleeting moments. You press a kiss to the top of Luci's head before setting him on the couch.

Your hands shake, more tears falling to your cheeks as you make your way through the apartment. You need to pack. You need some clothes and some money and something to carry Luci in. In the living room is a small metal cage. The former home of the hamster he'd gotten you for your birthday two years ago. When he was still pretending to care. Pretending to be what you had always hoped he would be. You could have sworn you'd thrown that cage away. But there it was, tucked beside the TV stand like a beacon. An option, though you know it's not a good one.

Random pieces of clothing are thrown into a bag. You toss your wallet on top of the heap before lugging it over your shoulder. It's heavier than it looks. You spare a glance through the window over the sink. When did it start snowing again? And why is it coming down so heavy? Fat, white flakes fall gently, coating every visible surface. You see your own car in the lot, right beside the empty space that his usually occupies.

He's still gone. You're still safe. You still have to leave. Opening the closet to retrieve your coat, you're met by something you'd all but forgotten about. There on the floor is the small, black cat carrier. Picked up for a buck at a garage sale shortly after Luci had come into your life. A ray of sunshine right there in your hallway closet. You quickly put Luci into the carrier. You tell him it's going to be okay. That you're going somewhere good. Somewhere better. Somewhere safe.

You hear them suddenly. Footsteps coming down the hall. It's the middle of the night. There's nobody else it could be. Fear settles into your bones once again as you watch the handle of the front door turn-

Your eyes opened almost painfully wide. You feel sweat covering every inch of your body. A deep, gasped breath settles in your lungs as you take in your surroundings. It was dark, but you could see. You see your bedside table, alarm clock with angry red numbers announcing that it was nearly 4 in the morning. The book you'd started two days ago. A framed photo. Eddie's smiling face right beside yours, his chin resting on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your stomach from behind you.

Eddie.

You felt those same arms wrapped around you now. Only this time, they weren't pulling you into him like they'd been in the moment that Jonathan snapped that photo last summer. No, now it was more like they were there by muscle memory alone. Loosely draped over you as soft snores fell from the slightly parted lips of the man they belonged to.

It was a dream. Just a dream. You were safe. You were in your own home with Eddie. You were safe. Eddie would never do the things the other man had done to you. He'd never touch you the way that he did. He'd never yell at you or slam doors or do anything to make you feel that kind of fear that seemed to overtake every other emotion. He would never. You knew that. But knowing those things couldn't stop the way your heart was beating too fast in your chest. It didn't stop you from feeling like you were going to cry. Like you needed to be out of this bed immediately.

You moved as slowly as you possibly could, pulling yourself away from Eddie. Usually his embrace was welcomed. Craved, even. But right now, moments after waking from a nightmare about a situation that was supposed to be nearly a decade in the past, it felt wrong.

Luci greeted you in the living room. He'd been roused from his own sleep by your footsteps down the hallway. He rubbed his side against your leg the same way he had in your dream and you felt tears begin to prickle against the back of your eyes. You reached down to scratch his furry head for just a moment. You couldn't help but smile to yourself when his little eyes fell closed as he pressed further into your touch.

You shrugged into a flannel of Eddie's. He'd worn it a few days ago, but it had been tossed on the couch and more or less forgotten ever since. You pulled it tighter around your body as you stepped out the front door of your home. The seasons were well on their way to changing. Warm summer nights had officially given way to chilly September nights. The fireflies were gone. Nobody was out doing clandestine bonfires at 4 am. It was just you and your thoughts as a cool wind blew around you. Eddie's cigarettes sat on the small table on the porch. You settled into the chilled cushion of the loveseat style seat and pulled a cigarette from the pack, thankful that he left them outside when you realized you hadn't grabbed your own.

You don't even know how long you sat outside, the dream replaying on a loop in your mind as the cigarette burned down to the filter. It was strange, to say the least. That entire situation was supposed to be in your past. It wasn't supposed to creep up on you like this. You hadn't dreamt about it for years. But it all felt so real. So fresh. So terrifying. You pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table and took a deep breath. You rested your elbows on your knees, doubling over as your face fell to your hands. You wanted to cry. To purge the bad dream from your mind. But you couldn't. The tears just wouldn't come.

You heard movement inside the house. You knew it wasn't Luci. He was too quiet, too small to make the amount of noise you heard. You kept your face buried in your hands as Eddie slowly opened the front door. You heard the bottom of his slippers against the porch as he pulled the door closed behind him.

"'S goin' on?" He asked, voice gravely and deep. You finally pulled your head from your hands to look at him. Black sweatpants hung low on his hips. His favorite grey sweatshirt thrown over his chest. His dark curls, undoubtedly unruly from sleep, were contained beneath the back of the neck of the sweatshirt as he rubbed his left eye with a tired hand.

"Bad dream," you admitted quietly.

Eddie nodded and stepped towards you. He fell into the seat next to you, his arm over the back of it. You scooted closer to him as his arm rested over your shoulders. He held you tightly with one arm, the other hand placing a cigarette between his plush lips.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

You held your breath for a moment. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"Why would I get mad?"

"Just… please? Promise me?"

He took a hit from his cigarette. The smoke floated out into the cold air around you as he rested his hand on the arm of the seat. "I promise I won't get mad." He finally answered.

"I dreamed I was with my ex," you told him.

"Which one?" He asked. The name of the man who had hurt you came out almost embarrassingly quietly. Like you were as afraid of his name as you were of him. You felt Eddie tense around you. His arm tightened around your shoulders. He seemed to hold his breath as his chest stilled beneath you. You waited for him to relax before you kept telling him about the dream. You'd told Eddie about him at the beginning of your relationship. Eddie had promised you that day that if he ever got your ex boyfriend alone, he'd make him sorry for what he'd done. He told you he'd make him regret it and you believed him.

"He was screaming at me and I was so scared. Then he just left. He just slammed the door and I swear it sounded exactly like it did when it actually happened. And Luci was there."

He pulled away from you just enough to look down at you. His eyebrows raised in his forehead. "Our Luci? But we got him together."

"Yeah, it was weird. I was going through the old apartment trying to figure out how to leave. I packed up some clothes and put Luci in his carrier and then…" You paused. Stopped, really. The same fear you felt in your dream threatened to swallow you whole again. Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of your head. His hand on your shoulder gripped just a little tighter. He told you to keep going when you were ready. That he was here. He was listening. He cared.

"I was trying to leave before he came back and right when I was ready to go he came back. God, it felt so fucking real. The door knob turned and then I woke up. I was all sweaty and shaking and scared. I don't even know why I came out here," you admitted with a wet chuckle.

"Just needed some fresh air."

"Guess so."

You sat in silence with Eddie for a few minutes. He leaned forward, dropping his own cigarette into the ashtray in front of you. He brought that now empty hand up to join the other that was still around your shoulders. He enveloped you completely in a warm, safe embrace.

"I'm sorry you dreamed about that," he told you softly. "It sucks that even now that scummy little creep can still make you feel like this."

"It's not fair," you sniffled into his chest.

"No, it's not," he agreed. "But you know he's gone, right? I swear that as long as I'm around he won't ever get near you again. And I'm sorry to say that you're stuck with me for life, baby."

You looked up at him with a smile. His face was half shadows, a street light in front of your neighbor's house lighting the other half. You could see his own smile, soft and loving.

"'M not stuck," you told him. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

You sat outside for a few more minutes. Eddie lit one last cigarette, passing it to you to help calm your nerves before heading back inside. Luci joined you in bed as you snuggled into Eddie's bare chest. His skin warm and comforting. Luci got comfortable pressed into your back. Eddie reached around you to pet his head.

"Me and you are protectors, huh buddy?" He asked as Luci soaked up the attention. "Kick ol' boys sorry ass if he ever tries to come around here."

You smiled as your eyes began to feel heavy. You were able to fall back to sleep, Eddie's arms around you as your darling cat purred behind you. You wouldn't be able to remember your dream when you woke up, but you were sure it was better than the first. You were safe. You were cared for. You were loved.

You were safe. Finally.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddue munson/ reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson/you #eddie munsonxreader

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kpophubb · 2 years

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can you do how enha would cuddle you???<3333 love ur content btw 💕💕

Thank you so much🥺 I hope I can continue to make you smile. <3

♡ɛŋɧყ℘ɛŋ ıɱąɠıŋɛ

❥нσω тнєу ωσυℓԃ c͜͡u͜͡d͜͡d͜͡l͜͡e͜͡ уσυ

G⃨e⃨n⃨r⃨e⃨:⃨ fluff, fluffy ᰔ

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

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ᰔ ℓєє нєєѕєυηց~

Cuddles with heeseung is a daily routine. He’s the type of person who loves to feel the heat of your bodies pressed together and dip in eachother’s comforting warmth. Usually, he loves to wrap you up in his arms on the comfy couch of your living room-when you’re watching a movie or listening to a song. He places your head on his chest so you can hear the soft thuds of his beating heart, and wraps his arms around your waist,nuzzling his chin with your fluffy hair. Hee talks about the mundane things of his daily life with you, sometimes though he tickles you and jokes to make you laugh-the sound of your giggles that are his serotonin boost. Often,he loves to say with you in silence, not a word exchanged, and closes his eyes to just feel the moment. To memorise the feeling of having you wrapped within his frame that fulfils his soul. He also occasionally changes position when you’re situated on the bed and turns around till you both are face to face so he can admire your mesmerising beauty. Brushing the loose strands of your hair away from your face and tucking them behind your ear as you feel his intimate gaze lock with yours. And the best part? When he hums and sings songs for you politely in that angelic, soothing voice, dedicating the sweet and romantic lyrics to you-his one and only beloved girl.

Moon in the summer night, whispering of the stars

They’re singing like Christmas trees for us

So I’ll tell you a million tiny reasons

I’m falling for your eyes, I just wanna be where you are. ♥︎

❥ ραяк วαу~

Although jay is someone who lives for cuddling you, he won’t voice it out that frequently. He uses body language to depict his need and love for you. Jay will come randomly and immerse you in a back hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and softly planting a peck on your jawline and cheek. When you hear his tired breathing below your ear and the gentle way he brushes his nose with your neck, you know he wants to cuddle you. And like that, there you go. When you smile and turn to him, he is quick to kiss you on the lips and carry you to your room princess style. He’s very thoughtful and puts your comfort first so expect him to guard the whole place with pillows and prepare the blanket to ensure your warmth. He gotta make sure that you’re comfortable and nicely wrapped up. Spreading his arm on your pillow, he gestures you to rest your head on his shoulder and quickly wraps you in his loving embrace. Jay kisses your forehead and your head and tells you unsaid iloveyous with his lips on your body. When he’s tired, he doesn’t talk much and falls asleep wrapped up with you like that but when he’s got energy to spare, he will tell you about what he’s done throughout the day and many random advices, sneaking in some random romantic confessions as well that make you blush. <3 there are days where he loves to position you in between his legs and plays his guitar for you, singing to you your favourite songs and giving you the brightest smile.

I’m so in love with you and I hope you know

Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold

We’ve come so far my dear, look how we’ve grown

And I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old

Just say you won’t let go ♥︎

♡ ѕιм วαєуυη~

The biggest cuddle bug here. Jake just has to be wrapped around you ALL THE TIME. >~< ♡ will be glued to you like a koala and smother you in his kisses anytime and everytime. Literally goes around making that cute whiny puppy face >.< to urge you to lay down and let him hold you. When you guys are cuddling, he WON’T let you leave no matter what and you have to literally fight him to go to the restroom. On the sofa, on the bed and even on the floor he pulls you in his arms, resting your head on his chest or even holds you lovingly from the back, spooning you. Kisses and cuddles are a buy 1 get 1 free combo so whenever you’re cuddling, make sure to expect jake kissing your eyelids, cheeks, nose, forehead, neck and everywhere his eyes land on. He expresses his feelings for you a lot, hence he will shower you with compliments and confessions. “I love you so much” “you’re so beautiful princess” “oh my gawsh I really missed you saurr much” and what not. More than you being the one lying on him, I think the cutest part about your relationship with him is how he’s the one lying on you. He loves to bury his face on your soft chest or your torso or lap and falls asleep like that holding you. Brush your fingers through his fluffy hair and he will pass out from tiredness in seconds. And no you can’t move at all away from him even when he’s sleeping cause conscious or subconscious, jakey always loves you the most. <33

ஐ ραяк ѕυηցнσση~

Sunghoon is a fan of cuddling you and his actions make it evident. He doesn’t have to speak, he doesn’t have to ask, from the way he lightly tugs at your sleeve and looks at you expectantly, it’s clear that he wants to snuggle with you. He loves spooning- he’s fond of being both the big spoon and the small spoon; anything is okay as long as he can feel you the closest to him and hear your heartbeat. He gets mischievous sometimes and ruffles your hair or tickles you to make you laugh- but all that just results in an even better time. More than holding, hoon loves being held. When you’re the one wrapping yourself around his body, the warmth from your skin sending shivers down his spine and blood rushing to his cheeks. Sunghoon wants to see your face a lot while cuddling so he will always make sure your beautiful face is in his view. The way you smile and speak politely, the way you blush and pout, the way your breathing lands on his flesh as you guys are so close- he lives for it all. Most of the times- cuddling either elevates to a lot of kissing and something more intimate or it just ends with you to travelling off to your sweet dreamland together. ♡

దкιм ѕυησσ~

Sunoo will be sure to ask you whenever he wants to cuddle, that is in the cutest way possible..:(( <33

“You wanna cuddle?”

He’d ask ever so politely while giving you a loving look. Due to his busy schedule, you two hardly get time to be together. So, whenever you are hanging out, sunoo always makes sure you’re as close to him as possible. Skinship is really important to him when it comes to you cause that’s how he feels you guys connecting. Making up for your lost time, and growing comfortable in eachother’s comforting presence. He’s someone who also loves holding hands a lot while cuddling and has a habit of kissing your nose. Y’all would lie down with sheet masks on, cuddled up in your warm blanket as you watch a kdrama. Sunoo likes talking with you a lot too so he’s gonna rant, pout, and complain a lot about his daily life. You can’t help but melt at the way he makes such adorable faces in seconds and giving in to his cuteness, you poke his chubby cheek.

You’re so cute when you’re pouting you know? *giggles*

You catch him off guard instantly and his eyes crinkle at the sides as you see his bright eye-y smile with flushed cheeks. He puts his hands over your waist and scoots in closer to your face.

I know I am. After all I had to be, when my girl is this cute herself.

♥︎ уαηց วυηցωση~

The low-key romantic boyfriend. What I mean by that is jungwon will really love you a lot and crave for your affection/attention but won’t EVER let it show even in the slightest. Even if you poke him to admit it or even threaten to kill him, he’s dead composed. So cuddles are something he wants sm but he will use his own tricks to get them. Like, pretending to be asleep and turning over to hold you like that so you think he’s doing it in his sleep thinking of you as his pillow. But boy does that completely willingly haha. (How cute) he holds you in a way that’s both tight and gentle- gentle enough to not suffocate you but tight enough to not let you escape his grip either. He melts when you play with his hair and fondle his cheeks but explodes when you kiss him like that. That’s when wonie can’t contain his acting anymore and opens his large, kitty eyes filled with surprise and rosy cheeks from embarrassment. He immediately feels flustered and gets up to leave, just so you can’t watch him giggling brightly at your sweet gesture.

You know it’s not really gonna kill you if you admit that you love me ~

Yeah..okay maybe…. I do?

You hear him whisper “I love you” next in such a silent voice that you hardly hear it but anyway. Now he’s back in your bed wrapping his hands around you and resting his chin on top of your head. He’s smiling so shyly now, but he’s pretending to be asleep. That you know is an act when you feel him slightly press a peck on your hair. Cuddles with him happen mostly when you initiate it and you’re more than happy with it cause you know to both of you- holding eachother close to yourselves mean everything. ♡

☻︎ηιѕнιмυяα яιкι~

Uses you like his personal sausage pillow. Istg this boy is just so playful and cute all the time ugh. He will flat out jump on top of you when you’re lying on the bed, in an attempt to squash you with his weight haha >.< overall, cuddles with him are really special cause they’re not only filled with adorable, shy moments but also really funny, goofy moments. He loves to be the bigger spoon and hold you tightly in between his tall frame (cause ofcourse he’s a giant baby). Most times, he will make you watch memes and tiktoks and laugh about it together. Other times, he will just watch you talk intently, savouring every precious moment with you and reading your every expression carefully. He loves to poke your soft cheeks and rubs his own with yours and chuckles from how squishy they are. Niki also likes laying on your tummy and uses it like his cushion. Whether that be romantically or just idly- he loves being close to every part of your body bc he adores you sm. (won’t admit it loudly tho). Sometimes, he even bites your head playfully, messing with you till you whine.

“Owhh..what was that for?!”

You look funny when you’re mad. Like an angry chick 🐥

Wait what’d you say?!

“Just kidding” he mutters and shuts you up by booping your cute little nose. Now y’all get back to cuddling Okay? Cause someone is growing impatient and wants you all secure in his warm arms ;) ♡

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floralbuckleyswrites · 2 years

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Burnt Out

♡ Pairing: Buck/Gender Neutral!Reader ♡ Genre: General, Hurt/Comfort ♡ Word Count: 870 ♡ Warnings: Dizziness, Exhaustion, Mention of Covid, Mental Health Struggles ♡ Summary: After spreading yourself too thin lately, a scare makes you realize things need to change. ♡ Note: Day 5 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge! I didn’t like the prompt, so I did a request by my lovely amazing boo @nurse-buckley! You are such a sweet angel and I want you to remember that I am always here. Ily ♡

A heavy sigh left your lips as you closed your laptop, having just spent the last two hours writing your last essay of the summer semester. It still needed to be polished, but at least you had it written out. There was still the end-of-semester quiz to take, but besides that, you were so close to finishing. You’ve never had such a difficult semester before.

You were seriously burnt out after getting covid, family drama, and constantly being buried under university work. There had been so many days lately where you truly felt there was nothing else you had to give, yet the world kept asking for more.

Your mental health wasn’t the best because of it and physically you were struggling too. A constant sense of fatigue made everything worse, along with some incessant migraines. You figured it would all stop if you just got a good night's sleep, but thinking about everything you had to do the next morning kept you up.

Letting out a yawn, you stood up to go grab a snack from the kitchen. You didn’t have dinner last night nor breakfast this morning but somehow hadn’t realized it until now. However as you stood up, your vision blurred and every part of your body seemed to give up on you as the world spun.

“Buck!” You called out in alarm, quickly sitting down on the edge of the bed, your hand flying up to your chest to feel your racing heartbeat.

Your boyfriend rushed through the door a few seconds later, his blue eyes wide with alarm at the tone of your voice. He had been in the living room watching tv to give you space while you finished your essay, as you had asked.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to your side and noticing how your shoulders sagged, your breathing was fast, and how dizzy you seemed.

“I… I don’t know, got so dizzy when I stood up,” you answered slowly, sounding disoriented.

Buck’s eyebrows furrowed. These were symptoms he had seen many times before and that had his instincts kicking into action.

“Has it been a while since you’ve eaten or had some water?”

You nodded, albeit reluctantly.

He let out a deep sigh. He had suspected you hadn’t been sleeping much, but he wasn’t sure as he had been working doubles lately. Every time he came home, no matter what the hour, you seemed to be up studying. The kitchen also wasn’t as stocked with groceries as usual either, but he just assumed you were ordering out.

This only confirmed his worries that you were overworking yourself. He needed to make sure you ate and rested.

“Alright baby, I want you to lay back and try to calm your breathing. I’m going to go get you something to eat and some water,” Buck said, as he helped you down, making sure there were pillows tucked behind you.

You did as he instructed, knowing that right now you just needed his help.

Buck spent the next hour making sure you ate and drank plenty of water. He kept an eye on your pulse and once you had calmed down, he wrapped you up tightly in his arms.

You were so thankful for him and didn’t know what you would do without him.

“How are you feeling now?” Buck asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Better, but I just don’t know what happened. I didn’t expect to get so dizzy, but I guess I just haven’t been taking care of myself lately,” you admitted with a sigh.

“That’s serious, ___. I know you’ve been stressed, but burning yourself out will only lead to this or worse. I was really scared for a second there. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you..”

You frowned at that, gazing up into Buck’s eyes and seeing the genuine fear and hurt. You know how he loved you and cared for you.

The last thing you wanted was to cause him to worry about you like this. Hell, you were worried about yourself. You knew things were bad, but you hadn’t realized how much you were neglecting yourself. It scared you too and from here on out you would do better. No more underestimating how important selfcare was.

Leaning up you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and squeezing his hand, “I’m sorry. I’ll slow down, okay? I promise.”

“Dang right, you will. I already texted Bobby that I need tomorrow off, we’re taking you to the doctor for a check up just to be safe,” Buck informed you, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I think I’ll be okay baby, but if it gives you peace of mind.”

“It definitely will, I just love you so much you know? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“I understand,” you said, genuinely touched at his care and concern.

“Good, now it’s time to get some rest,” Buck murmured, pulling the blanket over both of you and pulling you close to his chest.

You nodded as you yawned and snuggled with Buck, ready to fall into a long peaceful slumber with him right by your side. From here on out, you would make sure to never let things get so bad again.

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🎀 Day in the Life 🎀

Dom!Mafia!Bucky x Sub/Little Reader

I'm absolutely indulging in my own fantasy here but I'm hopeful there are some thirsty sluts out there who this also appeals to 👍🏻

Sometimes when I can't sleep this is what I think about ❤️

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This is all assuming you've been a good girl of course 😇

Bucky wakes up before you, no matter what day. His baby needs her sleep 😍

When he's all showered and dressed in his perfect suits (and the rings my god) he writes a little note for you and lays out something pretty for you to wear.

Then he climbs up on the bed and hovers over you, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders. He'd probably whisper pretty things in your ear until you are giggling and kissing him.

You have breakfast in his lap, his hands smooth over your thighs, examining and squeezing all the marks he left on you the night before.

Then he kisses you goodbye, one of those kisses that will fuck you up for the rest of the day 🥵

Then you go through your list of Princess tasks for the day. Including but not limited to:

Have a nice long shower / plenty to drink / putting away toys from the night before 😈 / eat snacks / indulging / and most important "no touching babygirl"

And of course you send your Bucky pictures throughout the day so he knows what his pretty girl is up to.

Bucky invites you to join him for lunch so you head down the elevator of your apartment, to his office because of course he owns the whole building.

He had the whole route you walk carpeted so you can wander barefoot all the way from the apartment to his lap.

Anyone who crosses your path has to find a fine line between greeting you and totally avoiding looking at you because your daddy doesn't like lingering eyes on his best girl.

Lunch can be a combination of things. He makes sure you are fed and watered, checks in on your to-do list and tells you about his morning.

He might also decide to play with you, because you are such a treat and you are his to play with.

You show off your pretty outfit. He kisses you, squeezes your thighs and runs his finger along the damp line forming on your lacy underwear.

What happens next depends on what he has to do that afternoon. If he's got a quiet day or he can't be bothered, he'll fuck you all around the office, no item of furniture is safe from either of you.

If he has meetings, he'll play with your pussy right until the moment before his guests arrive. Then he'll stuff his cock in you, and tell you to keep him warm. You sit there with glassy eyes, the occasional whine slipping out, which he shushes with a quick slap to your heat or a few fingers in your mouth.

Even in your haze, you notice some of his men shifting in their seats, eyes darting to and from you to catch a quick look at you.

If you feel overwhelmed he'll tuck you under his desk, cock in your mouth and his hands softly brushing through your hair while he talks business up above.

When his work is finished he will finally fuck you, making sure people are still in the lobby outside hearing you wail and moan. Just in case they forgot who you belonged to.

He brings you back home, he might carry you or you walk with his cum dripping down your thighs. Either is good.

As you come down from your glow, he cooks orders dinner. You watch cartoons, colour, play, while you wait, always under his watchful eye.

He might get overwhelmed by your sweetness and come and sit with you.

More kisses.

So many kisses.

Sometimes he'll colour with you, or read you something. He secretly loves cartoons as well so that's always a fun evening.

Oh and I forgot, when you get back home, no panties for you, so hand them over princess.

Let's talk petnames

Sweet Ones: Princess, Best Girl, Dolly, Pretty Girl, Birdie, Angel, Sweetheart, Babygirl

Dirty Ones: Slutty Girl, Dumb Baby, Cumslut....

After dinner you might go out. He'll take you to a show, a fancy bar, a nightclub?

He's normally doing business but why not mix a little pleasure in with it?

You normally pick what you wear out, but he gets to watch. He likes when you wear makeup because he knows it'll be running down your cheeks later (hehe)

Any time you go out is an opportunity to rile Bucky up. Most of the time he does it to himself.

All you do is sit there looking perfect. Or dance a little bit. But that seems to be enough to make Bucky lose his cool.

There will often be fucking in a booth, the alley, the car, the lift....

By the time you get home you are a mess, a slave to his fingers, lips, cock. You want it all and he's more than happy to give it.

You might have to earn it, but don't worry, you'll get it.

Sloppy blowies, kissing, biting, squirting, spanking, thigh riding, spitting, fingering (the rings 😭). It's all there.

I'll write something don't worry babes

"You like being my little princess?"

"Gotta show them all who you belong to huh?"

"Daddy's gonna take such good care of you sweetheart"

"They think you're so sweet, but look at you, my little fuck toy, crying on my dick"

Mmmnh I love him

After, he runs you a bath and you get in together. He takes his time gently washing your hair, running a soft loofah over your sensitive skin.

Candles because it's less harsh on your eyes and it smells good.

He kisses your damp skin, whispering how much he loves you. How perfect you are.

After nearly all the bubbles have gone he picks you out of the bath and wraps you in a fluffy towel.

He likes rubbing lotions and potions on you, and this often leads to more sexy times because his touch is like fucking fire and you are so goddam soft and so he might just have to fuck you right there on the bathroom counter.

If you are chilly you can wear his Henley, otherwise you sleep naked, wrapped up in his arms.

SEXY NIGHT TIME SEX but that's for another day I think

Damn I lost control of that

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littledrummeraussie · 1 year

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warnings: hitman!Ashton. mentions of violence, blood and death. bits and pieces of smut. fluffy moments. mentions of possible cheating (does not actually happen). angst and making up.

word count: 3900

author’s note: I started writing this piece in October while I had COVID, and I decided to pick it up again. It was inspired by this song in the first place, but as I started to work out the finer details of the story I realized the moodswings really fits the vibe and has many scenes that are basically in the song, so I decided to go with that.

I don’t plan on going into certain details in the story - my main focus is on how Ashton’s secret life and choices affects his relationship with the reader.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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chapter 1.

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“Thank you for dinner, angel, it was delicious,” Ashton wrapped his arms around your waist after putting the dishes into the sink, lips pressing a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Just as always.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere, Irwin, you know that” your giggle filled the kitchen as you started to wash the plates and cutlery, head resting back against his shoulder. “Tell me, what do you want?”

“Cannot I just appreciate my gorgeous girl and her culinary skills?” he hummed with a small smile, breathing another kiss on your temple as he held you from behind.

“Okay, I will indulge you, but just this once,” you laughed and turned back to the dishes, letting your boyfriend slot his body against your back, slowly swaying with you, face tucked into your neck.

“Love quiet nights with you,” Ash mumbled against your skin, his scruff softly tickling you as he burrowed closer. “Wish they would last forever.”

“You’re awfully cuddly today,” you finished drying your hands, turning around in Ashton’s embrace and slipping your arms around his shoulders. “Is everything okay?”

“Mhmm, yeah. Just missed you, that’s all.”

His forehead knocked against yours, palms gently curling around your cheeks as his nose traced yours, hazel eyes shining beautifully. You moved forward, fingers tangling into the soft curls at the back of his head as you pulled him closer, both of you sighing into the kiss you shared. You loved the feeling of his lips on your lips, on your skin, kissing you senseless, making you feel like a queen he worshipped with everything he had.

“So, about those intentions…” you whispered on his lips, eyes closed as you both breathed deeply.

“You know they are never pure,” his little cheeky laugh resonated against you, teeth closing around your bottom lip softly before his hands wandered down to curl around the back of your thighs, picking you up swiftly. “What do you say? Are you game, gorgeous?”

“So much for quiet nights, huh?”

Ashton giggled against your cheek, pressing a sloppy kiss on your mouth as he adjusted you in his lap before turning around and making his way towards your shared bedroom.

“I think you’ve killed me and I’m in fucking heaven,” you panted in your afterglow, a laugh mixed in with your breathy words as you willed your eyes to open, just in time to see Ashton climb out from beneath the sheets.

“That good, huh?” he laughed as well, warm palms pressing against your thighs as he ran them up to your sides, caressing you lightly. He kissed your hip, moving his lips lower to softly mouth at your clit again, and you groaned, pushing him away.

“I cannot handle more, geez. My legs are still shaking, you monster.”

“You know you love it,” Ash pushed himself up and hovered over you, pecking your nose and lips. “Let me clean you up, okay?”

You returned the kiss and nodded, resting back on the bed as he went to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth, cleaning up the mess he left on your stomach before eating you out for another 15 minutes or so. He lay back beside you, tugging on the blankets until he could wrap them around your bodies, holding you against his chest as you both came down from your highs.

“I need a shower but I don’t wanna move,” you drew circles on his stomach, making Ashton hide his smile against your hair.

“You can take one in the morning,” his soft caress followed the path down your spine, a light shiver running through you at the touch. “I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but I need to wash my hair and all, and I have an early start,” you pouted at him, and he leaned down to kiss it away.

“We can shower together. I’ll even wash your hair, deal?”

You nodded, a smile pulling at your lips as Ashton kissed you again, patting your ass cheek to usher you out of bed. There was a buzzing sound coming from the other side of the room, and you reached for Ashton’s discarded jeans, throwing them at him as he was sitting up in bed, giggling at him.

“It’s been 10 minutes already,” you nodded at the phone still vibrating in his jeans. “Wish it was something else buzzing,”

“We can talk about it tomorrow,” he chuckled, looking for his pocket to pull out his phone. “Go and start the shower, it’ll be just a second.”

Ashton waited until he was sure you started your pre-shower routine, only then did he open the text he received. He knew better than to call back the person who looked for him – he knew they were already pissed that they needed to send him a message. Written proof was always a risk in their business.

He rubbed a hand over his face, suddenly tired and losing his mood that’s been his companion for the night. Work was calling, and he started to go through his mental checklist of what needed to be done.

“Hey, Ash? Are you coming?”

His head snapped up as he looked at you, catching you leaning against the doorframe, your naked body just out of his sight. There was a slight worry pulling at your eyebrows, and more than anything he wanted to kiss away that frown so it was not marring your beautiful face.

“Yeah, sorry,” he was already up and moved towards you, arm curling around your waist to lead you to the shower. “I promised to wash your hair, right?”

“Damn right, handsome.”

“You’re up. Why are you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Thought a quick walk would clear my head.”

You tiredly rubbed at your eyes as Ashton kicked off his boots, clothes following as he dropped them in a pile at the foot of the bed. He climbed back next to you, letting you curl into his side as he settled against his pillows, ready to catch up on his sleep. It wasn’t a lie, not really – his sleep was fitful in the first two hours, not even your soft, calm breaths on his skin could make him relax.

When the time has come he quickly got dressed and picked up his keys, going through the motions: go to the basement, open the storage room, pick up the bag, go to the garage, get in the car, drive to the location that was given to him. Get the job done. Clean up, get home, pretend like nothing happened. It’s just another Wednesday night.

“You sure you’re okay?” your arm rested around his stomach, fingertips caressing his side as you fought your own sleepy brain, wanting to make sure Ashton was able to fall asleep too.

“I’m alright now, don’t worry about me,” he kissed your forehead, fingers tangling into your hair as he brushed through it, trying to coax you back to sleep. “Good night, angel.”

“Night, night,” you mumbled into his chest, already falling asleep again, and he let out a sigh when he was sure you won’t wake up again.

Ashton buried his face against his pillow, the fabric softener and both of your perfumes mixing on it, the scent of home finally calming his senses, making him forget about the coppery smell in his nostrils.

He needed to buy a new pair of leather gloves, though.

“Where are you going?” Ashton reached after your hand as you crossed the living room and pulled you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist. “Looking like a snack and all.”

“It’s girls’ night, remember?” you ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead before standing up. “And I am so fucking late, you have no idea!”

“I can drop you off.”

“I didn’t want to drag you away from home, you told me tonight’s the only time when you can relax,” you bit your bottom lip while fixing your earrings, trying to withhold the puppy dog eyes that usually worked on Ashton like a charm.

“Anything for my girl,” he was already putting on his shoes and reaching for his jacket. “It’s no trouble at all. I’ll even pick you up if you need me to.”

“You’re absolutely wonderful,” you slipped into your heels and pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. “Thank you.”

Ashton stopped in front of the club 20 minutes later, leaning closer to get a quick goodbye kiss before you hopped out and disappeared behind the entrance. You’ve agreed that you’ll call him once your party is over and that he will come and take you home so you don’t need to wait and pay for an Uber. His finger was tapping against the steering wheel, following the rhythm of the song playing on the radio, thinking that maybe he could go and do some grocery shopping so you both could sleep in in the morning, or get his car washed since it has seen better days.

He just turned into the parking lot when his phone started buzzing on the seat next to him, and a quick glance at the caller made him stop, already knowing what they were going to ask from him. Ash swiped the hair back from his face as he picked it up, eyes searching his surroundings, almost like he anticipated someone watching him.

“Where?” he asked shortly, not one for asking too many unnecessary questions – he learned not to do that a long time ago.

The line cracked, the unmistakable voice listing off the address and the details, asking for a quick and clean job. Ashton’s only answer was a short ‘on it’ before disconnecting, putting the car in reverse and leaving the parking lot like he didn’t even go there in the first place.

So much for getting that grocery shopping done.

“Hey, I thought you’re gonna call me?” Ashton was surprised to find you already back at home, wearing your PJs, face clean of makeup as you finished getting ready for bed. “Did something happen?”

“You forgot to pick me up,” you gave him a shrug like it didn’t matter, but he could hear an edge to your voice, and that made him confused.

“You didn’t call me,” he shook his head, leaning against the doorframe to watch you in the bathroom mirror, trying to catch your gaze.

“I did,” you finally looked up at him, giving him a hard stare before your eyes slid away again, voice going quiet. “You just did not pick it up.”

“Impossible,” Ash huffed, reaching into his pocket to check his phone, sure that this was all a misunderstanding. “Shit!”

There were 5 missed calls and 7 text messages staring back at him, every one of them from you. He breathed out another silent curse as he checked the timestamps on the calls, your messages going from confused to sad and angry, and he remembered how he silenced his phone when he arrived at the given address, just to be cautious. From that point on he forgot about time, and once the job was done he was ready to go home and dispose of his gear before doing a quick grocery run like he previously planned, and then pick you up like you’ve agreed.

“Yeah, well… I really wasn’t looking forward to that Uber drive…” you finished brushing your hair, eyes still avoiding Ashton as much as you could. “I always end up with the weirdest guys… and you know I always ask them to drop me off a block away from home and I really, really wasn’t in the mood for walking tonight…”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry!” Ashton stepped forward to reach for your hand, to maybe pull you closer and comfort you somehow, to make up for his stupid mistake, but you slipped out of the bathroom before he could get to you. “I left my phone on silent, I forgot to–”

“Yeah, I wonder why that happened,” hurt laced your voice as you crossed the room, quickly burrowing under your blankets and pulling them up to your chin. “I’m tired. And I’m not in the mood to talk with you.”

“Come on, don’t do this,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want you to go to bed being angry with me.”

“Night, Ash,” you mumbled, now pulling the sheets over your head, clearly being done with the conversation.

Ashton looked at you for another minute, hoping you will change your mind and let him explain himself, but when you didn’t move he gave up, and with a sigh he turned around and left for the bathroom. He let the hot water run over his body for long minutes, washing off the grime and dust, the invisible spots of blood that stuck to his skin.

This definitely wasn’t what he planned for tonight – he thought he could be done with this before picking you up. He thought you could flirt with each other on the drive home, his fingers teasingly slipping under the hem of your dress, a clear sign of his intentions. You looked gorgeous, and all he could think about through the night was how he wanted to take you home and strip you of it, to have his way with you like he imagined. He wished that he could have you against him, wrapped in his arms as you made love, that you were not giving him the silent treatment because he was a shitty boyfriend tonight. Ashton knew he deserved it, but it still sucked.

After drying his hair and putting on his sweatpants he shuffled into the room, not wanting to make too much noise and wake you up in case you already fell asleep. Your head was resting on your pillow, no longer hidden under the blankets that were tucked around you now, but your back was still turned towards him, another clear sign that you were mad at him. Ashton settled onto his side of the bed, trying to make his thoughts slow down so he could fall asleep as well, but every time he closed his eyes the only thing he could see was the way you looked at him in the mirror: sad and disappointed.

He turned onto his side, listening to your breathing; truth was that Ashton hated sleeping without you. Ever since you moved in with him a year ago he got used to you always being close during the night, bodies touching under your blankets, your soft sounds calming his mind and heart, lulling him to sleep. He loved how the smell of your perfume and your body wash lingered in the air, a reminder of your presence which made his place feel like home. Living together made him learn a lot of things about you – one of which was the way you were breathing when you slept. And Ashton knew you were not asleep.

It took him a moment to gather his courage, but then he scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, his body resting against your back, a soft sound leaving his lips as he felt your hair tickle his cheek. You tensed in his arms for a second before letting yourself melt against him, your fingers tangling together as he drew circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I know,” Ashton mumbled, softly kissing your hair and letting out another sigh. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“Were you with someone else?” your voice was just above a whisper, like you were scared to even say those words out.

“Just with Calum,” he knew he could count on his friend to cover for him, but still he made a mental note to send him a text in the morning. “Thought we could catch up and all…”

“…that doesn’t explain why you didn’t pick up your phone,” you let silence settle over the two of you after that, not even sure if you were waiting for an answer from Ash or not.

“We’ve been talking about the shitty week he had and it was constantly going off with messages from work. I silenced it so I could pay attention to Cal, and left it like that. I was just clumsy. But I’m not cheating on you.”

“So the walks at night and the long showers are not because you’re trying to hide something from me?”

“You really don’t believe me, do you?”

“You’ve been acting strange all week,” you pulled your hand back to tuck it under your pillow. “What am I supposed to think?”

“I don’t know, but I promise you it’s not that,” his arm tightened around your waist like he wanted to make sure you understood what he was saying. “I love you, and I would never do that to you. I’m just… really lost in my head this week.”

“If you say so…” a quiet sigh left your lips as you burrowed against your pillow, still not entirely convinced that Ashton was telling the whole truth. “…but you’re lucky I love you too.”

In the morning Ashton was nowhere to be found. You woke to an empty bed, the sheets cold where your boyfriend was sleeping just a few hours ago. There were no sounds coming from the other rooms – your apartment was peaceful and quiet in the early morning sunlight that filtered through the curtains and fell across the floors. Ashton didn’t leave any message for you about his whereabouts, and you tried to fight the sick feeling in your stomach that maybe he ran to see his other lover, letting her know that they needed to be more careful.

You shook your head like you wanted the thought to fall from your mind, finally leaving you alone – Ashton promised you last night that he was not seeing anyone else, and you desperately wanted to believe him. He never gave you any reason to think that he was cheating on you, and you tried your best to give him a chance to prove that what he was saying was true. So you put on your robe and a brave face to start the day, hoping that you made the right decision.

Just as you stepped into the kitchen to start the coffee machine, you heard the front door opening, and a moment later Ashton appeared with two grocery bags in his arms, smiling at you brightly.

“Good morning, angel,” he put the bags on the table, making sure they didn’t fall over. “You’re up early.”

“I was cold without you,” you let yourself pout at him, the tension from last night slowly disappearing between the two of you. “My bed warmer went missing.”

“I wanted to do some grocery shopping after I dropped you off yesterday so we could spend a lazy day together. But since I didn’t do that, I woke up early to get it done as soon as possible, and I was hoping I could still catch you in bed,” Ashton confessed, reaching into one of the bags to pull out a box. “I stopped by your favourite bakery to buy some pistachio croissants for breakfast because I know you love them. And these too–” he quickly stepped back to the entryway and came back with a bouquet of flowers, stopping in front of you with them.

“Ash–” you felt your breath catch and your cheeks warm, not expecting anything like this from him.

“I know I’ve said it a hundred times already, but I really, truly am sorry for last night. I should have been more attentive, especially since I’ve promised to pick you up and then I did not follow through with it. I promise to be more careful and not silence my phone,” he let a hopeful smile pull at the corner of his mouth, holding the flowers out for you.

“You are just… terrible,” you let yourself smile too, accepting the flowers and wrapping an arm around his waist to burrow against him. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he breathed, kissing the top of your head.

He rested his cheek against your hair, and you hid your face in his neck, breathing in his scent, so familiar and calming. After everything that happened it felt safe being in his arms, the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne soothing your nerves – he was here with you, no traces of another lover on his clothes or skin. Ashton was still yours to love, and he made sure you knew too how he felt about you, how he loved you too.

“Let me finish making coffee, and then we can have breakfast, okay?” Ashton pressed another kiss on your forehead, smiling down at you. “After that we can go back to bed and call it a day. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like the perfect Saturday,” you nodded, burrowing back against him for another second. “I’ll put these in water. They are really beautiful, thank you.”

“You are beautiful,” Ash responded before taking a vase off the shelf and giving it to you.

While you arranged the flowers he set the table, and you spent the next half an hour eating breakfast, softly talking and playing footsie, the demons from last night disappearing with the sun lighting up the room. Ashton sent you back to bed as he quickly finished washing the plates and mugs, his jeans and shirt thrown onto a chair before he joined you under the sheets, pulling you close to him.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked last night?” Ashton moved until he could rest his head on the same pillow as you, his nose softly tracing yours as he whispered.

“Well, you did call me a snack,” your hand slipped onto his shoulder, palm sliding up and down on his arm, caressing his skin.

“I had every intention to appreciate you in that gorgeous dress,” his fingers tangled into the hem of your shirt under the blankets, tickling your waist a little. “And now I have every intention to do that while you’re wearing your PJs. I’m not picky.”

“I mean, I could put the dress back on… but you would just take it off of me,” you laughed, pressing your lips against Ashton’s. “And that would just waste our precious time on this lazy Saturday morning.”

“Hmm, I have a few ideas how we could spend our time this morning,” a cheeky smile pulled at the corner of his mouth before he pushed himself up on his elbow. “I have a surprise for you.”

He turned towards his nightstand, rummaging around until he pulled something out, hiding it in his palm. You gave him a little questioning look, and Ash laughed, finally showing you what was hidden in his hand. The item made you blush and giggle at the same time, a pleasant feeling settling in your core as you bit your lip.

“No way you did it!”

“You did tell me you wished it was something else buzzing other than my phone,” Ashton held the bullet vibe between his fingers, tracing the toy over your skin, slowly moving it over your stomach before pressing the button at the bottom, the toy softly vibrating as he held it against the top of your panties. “What do you think – shall we try it?”

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