#he really just. lifted jack out of the water and held him and kissed him and told him it was okay and that he was here for him

[dizscreams]

“MY LOVER IS A DAY I CAN’T FORGET”

— Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Jack and you at the beachhhhh very very fluffy

A/N: I was coloring, I thought of Jack, this idea was born, I went to my room and I wrote a fic, enjoy :)

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Jack and your other Scream 6 cast-mates had dragged you out for a beach day. You were laying out on a towel in the sand, soaking in the sun. While the others were playing around in the ocean. You were too busy coloring in your marine animal coloring book to notice your boyfriend running up behind you.

“Babyy, I missed you,” Jack exclaimed while laying on your back since you were on your stomach. “Jack, you’re heavy and you’re cold! Get offfff!”

He giggled and kissed your head, “No, you’ve been out in the sun all day. Come get in the water with us.” He shook his wet hair like a dog that had just been in the water. You turned over off of your stomach, causing him to move and sit down beside you. You were now sitting, facing him. “I like it here, it’s calm and peaceful. And not cold.”

He playfully rolled his eyes, “Is that your only reason for not going in the water.” You pretended to think about it for a moment, “Yes.” You gave him a sarcastic smile and he pouted. “Pleaseee, just for a few minutes!” You scoffed, “A few minutes would then turn into a few hours.” He hummed and his eyes found their way to your coloring book, “What were you coloring this time?”

“Just a whale.”

“It���s pretty.”

You nodded and watched as he put the book back in its rightful place before scooting closer to you. “It’s not that cold once you get used to it.” He examined your features for a moment and put his hand on your cheek. He rubbed his thumb across and tilted your head slightly. “Have you even put on sunscreen?”

“Obviously.”

“Really? You look like a lobster.”

“Jack!” You pushed his shoulder and he laughed while kissing your head, “I’m sorry. You look beautiful.” “Am I burnt?” “No I was just messing with you,” he said softly and that’s how you knew he was being genuine. “Thank you, can I go back to coloring now?”

“Hmm,” he put his finger on his chin and tilted his head up, “Let me think for a minute.”

“Okay, Jack.” You rolled your eyes and looked around the beach as you waited. Jack took this opportunity and grabbed your waist while standing up, almost falling over in the process. He put you over his shoulder more comfortably while you yelled, “Jack! Put me down!” You hit his back a few times and he giggled, “Nope.”

You lifted your head and looked at where he was walking to and you saw him walking closer and closer to the ocean. “If you throw me in there I’m breaking up with you.” He chuckled and tapped the back of your thigh, “I’m sure you will, sweetheart.” You heard Masons voice as clear as day which signaled that Jack was in the water now, “Hey Champion, why do you have her over your shoulder like a rag doll?”

You and Jack giggled and he uncomfortably repositioned you so he was now carrying you bridal style. “No reason!” He shouted back and you heard Devyn and Jenna laugh. Everyone knew what was about to happen but you held onto his neck for dear life. “Jack, please. Spare me.”

He pretended to throw you forward as a joke causing you to yelp. He walked farther into the water trying to find somewhere that wasn’t as shallow. “You need to just relax.” You looked at the grin on his face and shook your head, “Why are you telling me to relax as you’re about to throw-” Your sentence was cut short as Jack threw you into the water and then quickly jumped in to join you.

When you came up to the surface you splashed him and he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in closer to your face. “I hate you,” you said quietly. You were flustered at the close proximity, even if he was your boyfriend and this was a normal thing for him to do. He suddenly kissed you and you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulled away from the kiss with a smirk, “You love me.”

You look away from him trying to hide your smile and he poked your side. You giggled and pointed towards the others, “We should probably head that way.” He nodded with a smile and took your hand, walking you both through the water. Luckily the waves weren’t very rough today. Once you made your way over there you greeted and talked with them for a bit before you leaned into Jacks side.

“You tired already baby?” You nodded and pulled away from his side. You went in like you were about to hug him but instead pushed Jack into the water causing everyone to laugh, including yourself. You tried to get out of the water as fast as you could before he could catch up to you. “Y/n! Get back here!” You could hear his laugh so at least he wasn’t upset with you.

As soon as you made it back to shore you heard the splash of his footsteps close behind you. You squealed as you felt his arms pick you up again. “Jack no!” He laughed and put you down. He kissed your head and walked with you back to your towel where all your stuff was. “Are you gonna color again?” You shook your head, “You want to go back to the hotel with me? I’m tired.” You asked looking up at him.

He looked back towards the ocean to see his cast mates playing in the water and then looked back at you, “Lets go.” He offered his hand for you to take and you gladly did. “They’re gonna kill us for leaving our stuff here for them to clean up.”

He chuckled, “Probably.”

#dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫 #definitely not proofread #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion fluff #ethan landry x reader #spider soccoro x reader

[eminems-skittles]

could you write for zegras

the reader and Trevor are dating and do the deed for the first time with each other and for the rest of the night Trevor is really clingy and doesn’t want leave your side and feels really connected?

no smut but hints at suggestive content :)

requests for trevor zegras, jack hughes, and quinn hughes are open :)

special shout-out to @yelenasdog for reading this for me :-)

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"baby where are you going?" trevor mumbled as he felt you slide out of the bed. you picked up his discarded shirt from the floor, pulling it over your head before turning around to face him. he smiled up at you from where he was laying against the pillows.

"'m just getting a cup of water. i'll be right back," you whispered, leaning down to kiss him gently. he kissed back and then sat up.

"no, you lay down and i'll get you water," he insisted, trying to pull you back into the bed. he succeeded and pulled you on top of his chest. he smiled down at you while wrapping his arms around you.

"we can both go, trev," you giggled as he pressed kisses all over your face.

"you're sure you can walk?" he said, a smirk spreading across his face. you felt your cheeks heat up at his words and hid your face in his bare chest. one of his hands lifted up to smooth your hair against the back of your head. "are you feeling okay?"

"of course i am. why wouldn't i be?" you asked, your voice muffled by his chest. "are you feeling okay?"

"i am," he smiled. you lifted your head up to look at him. his hand moved from the back of your head to cradle your face. his other hand pushed a stray hair out of your face. "i'm just checking. that was just a big step and i want to make sure you don't regret it."

"i don't," you reassured. you pressed a kiss to his lips. "now can we go get water?"

he nodded and you rolled off of him. the two of you padded into the kitchen of his apartment with your hands intertwined. you moved to grab cups as he held you from behind. his head landed on your shoulder while you filled the cups with water. he pressed gentle kisses to the side of your head leading down to the crook of your neck. his arms crossed around your stomach, hugging you tightly to his chest.

"i love you," he murmured in your ear, squeezing you impossibly tighter. he placed another kiss just under your ear. the two of you basked in the dim light of the refrigerator's water spout.

"i love you too," you replied. he laughed quietly in your ear and walked the two of you over to the counter. without a word, he spun you around, set the glasses down and lifted you onto the counter. trevor moved to stand between your legs, his hands finding their place on either side of your body.

"i love you so much," he beamed. "drink your water."

"i love you so much," you repeated, leaning back against the cabinets. you followed what he said and lifted up your cup of water to take a sip. trevor pulled the cup out of your hand and took a drink. "trev! you have your own cup!"

"after what we just did you're worried about me drinking your water?" he laughed. his laughter subsided as his eyes stayed trained on your face. once again, his hand lifted to toy with a piece of hair framing your face.

"what?" you asked at his sudden seriousness.

"i just love you. and i'm really happy we did that," he paused and looked down. trevor grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. he looked up at you again. "thank you for trusting me."

you cradled his hand with both of yours. his other hand moved to rest on your bare thigh. "thank you for caring so much about me, trevor. i love you too. so much."

he kissed you one more time before wrapping his arms around you and hugging tightly. his lips ghosted from your shoulder to the crook of neck and back across your collarbones. he stopped the trail of delicate kisses and found your lips. the kiss was slow and full of love, his every emotion pouring through. when he broke the kiss, trevor smiled up at you. "let's get back to bed, baby."

#cassie's masterlist #{ writing } #masterlist #{ trevor zegras x reader } #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagine #{ nhl } #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #100 #200 #300 #400 #500 #600 #700

[jackharloww]

sickypoo

"Jack, you're getting on my nerves," You sighed, your voice sounding very hoarse from the cold. You reached for the tissue to wipe away your snot.

"I just don't want you to get tired," he told you and moved the glass of water closer to you. "Drink," he orders, receiving a death glare from you.

"I'm not a baby," you muttered, followed by a sneeze.

"Bless you," he said "Also, I'm not saying you are, but you have to drink," he answered and got up to the kitchen while you continued watching your series.

Ever since you tested positive for covid, Jack had been on your ass to only lay on the bed or sofa and not lift a single finger. God forbid you got up for anything other than to go to the bathroom. To be fair, the first two days, your body ached so much that the only thing you wanted to do was to lay in bed and not do anything at all, so you appreciated his help.

But now, it would be nice not to have a babysitter for your every move. You got up for a snack? Well, Jack was there to pull you back in bed and go get it for you. You tried to put away some of the dishes? Jack was there to give you another lecture on how you had to be resting.

"Here you go" he came from the kitchen after a few minutes with a cup of tea. "It's ginger tea, good for your throat," he said and put the cup on the table beside you.

"Thank you," you gave him a gentle smile. At the end of the day, he was so caring toward you, and you really tried to not be too hard on him.

"Rest. I'll be down in the studio for a bit, but call me as soon as you need anything," he said sternly. You nodded, and he went to the home studio a floor down. "I'm serious about you calling me if you need anything," he yelled out before closing the door behind him.

You took a long nap and woke up after an hour. You still felt like shit but had to go to the bathroom, so you threw away the blanket and got up. After the bathroom break, you walked by the kitchen and saw a few dishes on the countertop, so you cleaned up a bit. Unfortunately for you, Jack just got up from the studio and heard your sounds in the kitchen.

"Are you serious?" he said and leaned against the wall. You got startled and jumped at that.

"Shit, you scared me," you said and held a hand over your chest. "What?" you continued.

"Just go and rest," he said and grabbed your shoulders to drag you back to the sofa.

"Can't you just call Urban and go be with him or something" you whined.

"No, I want to take care of my wife," he said and kissed you on top of the head as he tucked you in.

"That's sweet of you, but I'm not dying. I'm just sick," you sighed again and gave him puppy eyes. He didn't care about answering that and went to your closet, coming back a few minutes later with a pair of fuzzy socks and putting them on you.

"Why are the windows open?" he exclaimed when he noticed the windows behind you being opened.

"Jackman, stop. Don't close them," you said "I want to get in fresh air."

"We have an air diffuser for that purpose," he said and pointed to the diffuser he had for you in the corner.

"It's not the same," you pouted "just leave them open for a few more minutes," you sighed, and he agreed.

"Fine, just a few more minutes," he said and sat down on the sofa next to you, but not before planting another kiss on your head.

"I love you," you mumbled after a few minutes, feeling bad for being grumpy when he only wanted to help.

"I love you too, my sickypoo," he smiled at you.

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taglist: @hoodharlow , @pianoisland , @harlowcomehome , @itsyagirljaz , @neon-lights-and-glitter , @heavyhitterheaux

#jack harlow #jack x reader #jack harlow fluff #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow story #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow stories #jack fic

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Anonymous: Jack Harlow request!! Jack comes home tired and frustrated. All he wants is to be wrapped up in reader's arms (him being the little spoon) while his phone is completely off no distractions. Y/n is covering Jack's face in kisses and rubbing his arms since they both love physical touch

“Jack, baby? Everything okay?” You heard your boyfriend come in the door of your apartment, stomping around as he went from the kitchen to the living room. He sat down on the couch with a huff, his face in a permanent scowl.

“Something happen?” You moved to stand closer to him, still trying to give him some space.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Jack was known to shut down, especially when he was tired or upset about something.

You reached a hand out to him. “On your feet.”

He looked at your hand for a few seconds before refusing. “I’m tired, baby. I just wanna sit down.”

“I wasn’t asking Jackman.” You helped lift him up when he finally accepted your hand. You led him to the bedroom, directing him to sit on the bed. You bent down in front of him, unlacing his sneakers and taking off his socks. You walked to the closet, returning with one of his hoodies, tossing it to him.

“You really don’t have to do this.” Jack uttered out, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“Lay down.” You pulled out a spare pair of his glasses from the nightstand, helping him slip them on his face. He groaned, rubbing his temples, a headache beginning to form.

“Do you need some Tylenol?” He shook his head. You walked over to the bathroom, returning with two pills and a glass of water, handing both to him. When he was settled, you pulled the comforter over his legs, and helped to tuck him in. Jack pulled his phone out of his hoodie pocket and began scrolling through his text messages.

“Hand it over.” You held out a hand, gesturing to him to give over his phone.

“Babe, but what if someone needs something?”

“Then they’ll still need it tomorrow.” You took the device, placing it in the nightstand drawer.

“Your Christian iphone too.” You giggled. Jack gave you his other phone as well, joining the other in the drawer. “Good night, baby.” You gave him a couple of kisses on the head before turning off the lamp.

“Can you stay?” Jack asked quietly as you walked to the door.

“I’m just closing the door.” You closed the bedroom door before walking back to the bed and climbing over to your side. You held your arms open to Jack, him immediately taking solace in your hold, nuzzling his face against your chest.

You stroked his hair, your fingers intertwining with a few individual curls. “Thank you, baby. You always know what I need.”

“Of, course. I love you baby. You’re always taking care of me and everyone else, you deserve the same love you dish out so selflessly. We take care of each other.”

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackharlow #jack harlow concepts #jackman harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

[velvetstreets]

jack looking after reader when she’s in a very subby mood after he fucks her really well 👉🏻👈🏻

You fell back into the cool mattress after a rough session with Jack. You’re senses blurred together, you were floating and having a tough time grounding yourself. Jack gave you a minute or two to cool down before you got too cold, and then he stretched out on top of you and pulled you into his arms.

“You did so well for me smush. Such a good girl. I love you.” He cooed in your ear while ran his thumb along your cheek.

You laid like that for a bit, Jack praising you while softly rubbing your back and arms, kissing your nose, forehead, lips, eyelids as you tried to come back to earth. Jack and you had a particularly intense session; he edged you over and over again, finally letting you cum when he decided your torture was over and you came- squirting as your body shook in response, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“You good bub? What can I do for you? D’ya wanna take a bath together and then cuddle while we watch a movie? I got some snacks today at the store- you’re favorites.” He cooed gently in your ear, kissing your forehead and humming while he kept rubbing your back.

You shook your head yes, unable to form coherent words just yet.

“Yeah? Okay baby, come here- relax and let me take care of you.” Jack said, kissing your temple before he gently encouraged you to lean against him and he put your legs around his waist as he got up to walk to the bathroom. He held you tight against his chest, hands on the back of your thighs while he guided your weak arms to wrap around his neck. Jack entered the bathroom and sat you on the sink counter. He stood in between your legs and gave you a few forehead kisses and a kiss on your cheek while whispering “I love you”.

He turned around to turn the faucet on, running his hand under the water to adjust the temperature. When he felt it was warm enough, he let the water run, filling up the tub as he came back to check on you.

You let out a tired sigh as you leaned your head against his chest while he rubbed your back.

“I know baby, I know. Bath’s almost ready and then we’ll get changed and cuddle all night. Promise.” He said kissing your hair.

Jack turned the faucet off and sprinkled some lavender bubble bath liquid in and a few bath salts, knowing your body needed some good TLC. He went back to where you were sitting, and looked at you.

“Ready, smush?” He asked, and you yawned nodding your head as you stretched your arms out, wanting him to pick you up again.

Jack wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his chest, carrying you to the tub and then stepping in carefully as to not drop you or take a faulty step. You clung onto him as he sat down, situating himself before he leaned back and rested against the curve of the tub. You let out a sigh of relief, your muscles screaming at the tension in your body being treated. Jack felt you relax into his body and you slotted your face into his neck as he continued his previous actions by rubbing his hand up and down your naked back.

“Feel better princess?.”

“Mmhmmm.” You hummed out.

“Good.” Jack smiled in satisfaction.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, Jack occasionally whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You finally lifted your face out from his neck and he smiled at you with a ‘welcome back’ look on his face. You kissed him softly, pressing your chest against his.

“Hi baby.”

“Hi.” You quietly said. You gave him another peck before readjusting yourself so that your back was now against his chest, and your legs were spread out on top of his. Jack wrapped his arms around your waist and you placed yours on top of his. His right hand rubbed against your belly as he kissed your neck lightly and inhaled your scent.

Jack proceeded to wash both of y’all’s bodies. He took his time with your hair, shampooing and conditioning it just like you taught him; and then continuing by lightly scrubbing you with your loofa. He was extra careful when he washed around your pussy, knowing how sensitive you still were. Before you knew it, Jack got out the tub drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and turning back to you to help you get out. He wrapped a big fluffy towel around you while he got started on putting in your hair products. Once he was finished he kissed your cheek before waddling you out the bathroom with his arms around your neck, walking from behind you.

Jack sat you down on the bed before walking over to his dresser to pull out a fresh T-shirt of his along with some of his briefs for the both of you. He came back with a soft smile on his face, his towel now discarded and briefs on as he squatted down to your level. He unwrapped you from your towel and you lifted your arms up while Jack shimmied down his shirt over your head and arms. He held back a laugh as the shirt was clearly oversized on you, the hem coming down to reach juuuust above your knees. He then pulled the fresh underwear up your legs and you mustered up the strength to lift your hips up so he could drag them over your hips and ass.

“Okay pretty girl, lay back and get comfortable- I’ll be right back.” He said kissing you gently and getting you situated under the blanket. Jack left the room and came back minutes later with water bottles, and your favorite chips and chocolate chip cookies. You weakly smiled at him with glazed eyes, and Jack grinned back. He crept into the bed next to you, bouncing a little when he did which made you giggle.

He set up your favorite streaming service and put on a movie as you cuddled into his side, snacking on the chips he just brought you.

“Thank you smush.” You finally spoke, and Jack looked at you with slight confusion.

“For what baby?” He inquired.

“Taking care of me.” You hummed, looking up at him with tired eyes.

“No need to thank me stink. I’ll always take care of you, for anything - especially after one of our more intense sessions. Thank you for your patience with me, I love you.”

“Love you more stink.” You smiled, kissing him before turning your head back to the movie as he tightened his grip on you, bringing you closer to him.

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: @hoodharlow

#anon #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow smut #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff

[babyharleezy]

Hii! I hope you're okay and having a nice day.

I'm sad hahahahahaha. bad day at work.

Could you please write Jack hugging her girlfriend after finding her crying because she had a bad day at work?

Either hugging or pampering until she calms down. It's like taking care of her.

Thank you!

P.S1: If you feel comfortable doing it, if not, that's fine. don't worry

P.S2: i introduce myself as anon 🦋🖤

#🦋🖤

long day

(jack harlow x reader)

a/n: hiii 🦋🖤 anon. i’m doing great! currently on vacation!!! i’m sorry to hear you had a bad day at work. not to worry, you’ll have better days!! cant have sunshine without a bit of rain( is that something that people say?). this is my first piece of work so i hope you enjoy. also i think this is really cute!!

you had a rough day to say the least. no, you had a shit filled day and all you looked forward to doing was going home to jack. all day you dreamt of laying on the couch and cuddling while your favorite movie played in the back. 

work has been kicking your ass. you knew it. jack knew it. you just had to get through one more major project at work and you would be stress free. of course with your luck nothing would go as smooth as you hoped. many fuck ups and meltdowns later you decided to call it a day and go home. 

15 minutes later:

you walked into your and jacks home. this beautiful house which you two had made your home. that brought peace into your mind. within seconds of walking in you heard the love of your life call out for you. 

“y/n baby, i missed you” jack shouted as he walked toward the front door. he was met with your upset face. he knew that something was wrong. 

“what’s wrong babe? you alright?” jack asked as he held you. the both of you looking intently into each other’s eyes. within seconds your face was shoved into jacks chest, you were sobbing into the black new balance hoodie he wore. his arms wrapped around you and held you tightly, he felt horrible. 

“i had a really shitty day jack. i am so tired” you managed to say through your sobs. 

jack quickly acted. he decided to run you a bath. he took your hand and walked you upstairs to your shared bathroom. he let you undress as he filled the bathtub with water and grabbed the bowl of bath bombs you kept around. he grabbed the purple sparkly one and dropped it in as you got into the tub. he lit your favorite candle and dimmed the lights. he let you relax for a while. soon after the bath you found yourself in one of jacks shirts. you made your way downstairs just to see jack cooking you a grilled cheese sandwich. 

“hi baby, how was your bath” he asked as he felt your arms snake around him, your cheek resting on his back. 

“felt really relaxing. thank you baby for doing that for me” you said quietly. 

later that night you and jack were laying on the couch. his head resting on your belly and his arms around your waist. 

“i know it wasn’t much but i hope you feel better y/nn. promise me you’ll stop overwhelming yourself.” jack spoke up. his head now lifted to look towards you. 

“jack thank you for taking care of me today. i’ll try to stop stressing myself out” you smiled and kissed his head. 

he moved his face closer to you and kissed you hard. 

 “i love you y/n” he said

 “i love you too jack” you said back to him 

that night as you went to bed you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have jack in your life. 

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x you #jack harlow smut #🦋🖤 anon

[sarahsmi13s]

Tattoos?!

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!oc

characters: jake seresin, fem!oc (sarah), jack and delilah seresin, jake’s four sisters, jake’s brother-in-laws, jake’s nieces and nephews

warnings: language, tattoos, alludes to sex but no details, nudity, insecurity, talks of future (brief), im sorry if I missed any but i will go ahead and say 18+ Minors DNI!

word count: 976

a/n: this is a headcannon in which jake learns about his girlfriends tattoos

this takes place the summer after Sarah has graduated college 

this is before the events of the other parts in this series, which is inspired by @roosterscockpit​​ ‘s ( @milesdickpic​ ) story ‘His Little Girl’ and yes the oc is based on me (but is mainly fantasy me lol and the tattoos described in this story are mine)

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Sarah was spending her first summer after graduating with Jake and Paisley in Texas.

This was the first time she’s really been in the state, except for that one time she went to Waco with her friends the previous summer.

But now she was taking a beach trip to Galveston with Jake and his family.

“Wait, you’ve never been to the beach before? You’re 21, how have you never been to the beach?” Jake asked from his spot next to her in the car. 

She shook her head, shrugging, “Just never had the time, or really the money.”

Jack spoke up from the front seat, “Well, that settles it, you’re coming every year.” Delilah nodded from her seat and Tilly, Jake’s youngest sister, squealed from beside Sarah in excitement.

Once they got to the beach house, the boys on the trip carried in all the bags.

The family settled in and relaxed from the drive, making sure they had energy for the next day.

Once the sun rose the next morning Sarah was stretching and getting ready for the beach day that was planned.

Jake came in from his jog, sweaty and starving. 

He noticed Sarah in the kitchen, still in her pj’s, which was basically an old t-shirt and shorts. He smiled and kissed her temple, “Good morning.” “Better now that you’re here.” “That was cheesy.” “Was it wrong?” He smiled, pecking her lips, “You’re never wrong.” 

Delilah chuckled as she walked past her son, “You learn quick.”

After breakfast and wardrobe changes, the Seresins headed to the beach.

Jake wore black swim trunks, the kind that rested low on his hips, showing off that sculpted body the Navy gave him. Though it was only to show off for Sarah.

Sarah wore a brown cow print bikini, the bottoms were high waisted and her cover up was a thin, red plaid shirt and jean shorts.

The men and the kids splashed in the surf, Jake tackling his nieces and nephews into the water. The women laid out in the sun, Jake’s older sisters enjoying the break from their toddlers. 

“Have you always had that tattoo?” Delilah asked, pointing to Sarah’s right side, where the inked skin of her ribs were exposed. “Oh yeah, I got in when I turned 18.” She straightened out her arm, “And I got this a few months ago.”

Kassandra, Jake’s oldest sister, sat up, “What does the one on your ribs mean?”

“It’s a TV show that really means a lot to me. The brothers in the show have the same one,” Sarah explained. “I just thought it looked cool, and the show has this underlying theme of ‘family doesn’t end in blood’ and that’s just really stuck with me.”

Jake jogged over, casting a shadow over the group.

“What are we talking about?”

Addison sat up, “Your girlfriend's tattoos.”

He pulled a face, “She doesn’t have-” He looked down at her, “Do you?”

Sarah laughed and nodded, “I’ve got two.”

Jake held his hands out, motioning for her to grab them, which she does, and pulled her to her feet. “Lemme see.”

She straightened her arm again, brandishing the colorful ‘LAUGH’ tattooed there. “Aaand-” she turned, lifted her right arm, showing the symbol from the show ‘Supernatural’ that was inked on her ribs.

Jake leaned down to get a closer look, “That’s so hot.” 

Then he scooped her up and promptly walked toward the house.

 “AH! Jake!” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and he wrapped her legs around his hips. “What are you doin’?!” “I think you know exactly what I’m doin’, Sugar.” 

He carried her straight in the house and up to their room.

Jake went to lay her down on the bed. “No, you’re covered in seawater and I’m covered in sand- shower,” Sarah said, pointing over Jake’s shoulder to the bathroom.

Rolling his eyes, he changed directions.

He placed her on the counter and pulled the top of her swimsuit off, catching her arms before she could cover herself. “Don’t… You’re beautiful.” His left hand came up and rested on her ribs, his thumb rubbing over the inked skin.

“You’ve never seen me like this, so forgive me for being nervous.” Jake smiled and kissed her forehead, “I know. Being nervous is okay. We’ll only go as far as you want.”

Jake kissed her lips, pulling away only to kiss her shoulder and kiss down her arm. He got to her tattoo and planted a kiss on each letter. 

He pulled back, his hand going right back to her ribs. “Are you hiding any more of these bad boys? I need to give all of them attention.” He couldn’t keep the smile away, laughing towards the end.

She giggled and shook her head, “Just the two. I’ve got more planned though.”

He groaned, his head falling into her neck, “I never thought I’d be this attracted to tattoos.” He pecked her neck, “Maybe it’s just you.” 

After their shower, they laid on the bed, naked under the covers. 

Jake’s index finger traced the star of the tattoo on her ribs.

“Could you see me with tattoos?” He asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment.

Sarah nodded, “Yeah, but not huge pieces though. Probably something memorable to you, something that has meaning to you. Maybe an outline of Texas on your chest.” Both of them laughed at that.

“Maybe not that. Maybe our kids' initials, or something like that.” His eyes widened slightly at the ‘our’ he let slip. But she didn’t seem phased. “Yeah, that’s definitely your ballpark.”

He looked down at Sarah, seeing her eyes start to flutter shut. The tracing of her tattoo, and the warmth of both her sunburn and her boyfriend, had lulled her to sleep.

Jake kissed the top of her head, and they both fell asleep.

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[life-and-love-in-a-myst]

A little Valentines Day story...

Hotch gives Kez flowers for Valentine's Day but in an unusual manner. Each flower has been picked because of the meaning.

Word count - 908

Kez found the first one on the kitchen table early in the morning. It was a single, deep red rose. There was a note attached to it with the word ‘one’ written on it. The handwriting was small and cramped but familiar. Kez filled a small vase with water and placed the rose in it.

‘Two’ was also a single red rose, found on the porch railing, tied in place with a piece of white and red twine as she walked out of the house. Kez knew the handwriting. She had been working with the culprit for 2½ years.

‘Three’ had been slipped inside her locker, was a peony. Kez found it when she went to put her workout clothes in the locker for later. Oh, he knew her routine a little too well, not that it was a bad thing, Kez thought. Just like she knew his routine –  Aaron usually got up at 5am to go for a run, was back at the house by at least 6:30 am, has a shower and is dressed by 7am, has breakfast ready for Kez and the boys before leaving the house at 7:30am.

‘Four’, another peony, was in her desk drawer. That’s when JJ noticed the two flowers on the desk. “What’s with the flowers?”

“Found two red roses at home, then the peonies here,” Kez said.

“They were at your house?” JJ didn’t even look concerned.

‘Five’ was delivered to her an hour later by Anderson. It was a bunch of red carnations. “I was told to give you this,” he says handing the bunch over. “Thank you,” Kez said. Anderson nodded and left the bullpen, not before you caught a glimpse of a smile on his face.

‘Six’, which was the first red tulip, was found being ‘guarded’ by her Jack Russell Terrier stuffy when Kez returned from lunch with Penelope and JJ.

‘Seven’ was on the filing cabinet when she got back from her self-defence training with Morgan. It was the second red tulip. She sighed as she tucked it into the ever growing vase of flowers on the desk. Even though Kez knew who it was, she enjoyed playing the ‘I don’t know’ card when someone asked her about the roses. She suspected that Morgan, JJ and Reid knew that she was lying, but some of the other agents within the unit didn’t know her that well, other than Anderson and Stevens. It was that one that Kez noticed something else about the little notes left with the flowers – in the bottom right corner was a hastily drawn heart.

‘Eight’ was in her purse when she left. It was a pink rose. She stood in the elevator with the vase of flowers, which attracted a lot of strange looks from other people, though they didn’t ask questions. Kez knew that there was a reason behind the flowers – not just giving them because it was Valentine’s Day, but he wanted to say something more.

‘Nine’ was another pink rose in the passenger seat of JJ’s car. Kez silently slipped the flower in with the rest and climbed into the car to head home.

‘Ten’, Alchemilla mollis (or lady’s mantle), was in the mailbox, the mail set below it. Kez carefully placed the sprigs in the vase. The chartreuse yellow flowers provided a nice contrast to the red and pinks of the other flowers

‘Eleven’, a bunch of amaryllis blooms, was on the back porch. Kez saw it when she walked into the kitchen. She lifted the amaryllis out of the snow on the table and was surprised at how warm it still was. She went back into the house and added them to the other flowers in the vase. It was getting dark but the day wasn’t over. The boys were with Aunt Jessica for the night. Kez made herself comfortable on the couch.

‘Twelve’ was held in a hand that Kez knew really well. She smiled as Aaron walked round the couch and knelt in front of her. He held the red rose out to her. As she took it from him, he held onto her hand and pulled her up as he stood up.

Kez kissed him then. Her heart was pounding so hard that she was surprised it didn’t burst right out of her chest. His lips were warm and firm against hers, they probed against hers with a confidence that didn’t surprise her but made her want more. She parted her lips and he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept past her lips and he tasted like coffee, another thing that doesn’t surprise her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and she ran your fingers through his hair and he groaned. She felt one of his hands on her ass and she couldn’t help but smile against his lips. He pulled away and grinned down at her. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, so that she was straddling him.

“You’re lucky, Mr Hotchner, that Jessica has the boys,” Kez said as she looked down at Aaron. He smirked before he pulled her down to kiss her deeply. “Oh, I know how lucky I am, Mrs Hotchner.”

She was above him now, wrapped her arms around his neck she dropped her head back down to his so their lips were only inches apart before she whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Aaron.” Then she kissed him again.

#aaron hotchner #original character #criminal minds fic #valentines day

[ghostofaboy]

Vieux Carré - Down To Business

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

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

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

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

Part 1 / Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You love me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, what?” Steve coached.

“I-oh shit-I was made for your cock.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Taglist: @elvenmother, @littlemisspascal, @odetodilfs

#jack 'whiskey' daniels #agent whiskey #agent jack 'whiskey' daniels #agent whiskey x original male character #agent whiskey x male character #there should be more bi whiskey #there should be more gay whiskey #kingsman: the golden circle #m/m fiction #vieux carre

[dadbodosamu]

only you || extras

Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader x OFC

WARNINGS: anal (f receiving), threesome (ffm), rimming (f receiving), face sitting, girlxgirl, bisexual characters, filming, sharing pics/videos, unsafe sex, oral (m+f receiving), face slapping, established safe words (not used), squirting, daddy kink, spit kink, size kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex toys

11.1k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

You cheered loudly as your wing spiker scored the winning point. You hugged her tightly, lifting the tall girl off the ground before the rest of your team crowded around you two. You pressed a kiss to her cheeks before pulling back, allowing the rest of your teammates to congratulate her. You smiled widely as your team celebrated.

“That’s my girl!” You exclaimed, clapping your wing spiker on the back. She smiled widely, holding her arms up as she cheered.

“Couldn’t have done it without my captain!” She exclaimed, clapping you on your back. She grabbed your hand and lifted it into the air. “To Y/n! The best damn volleyball captain in Japan!”

Your team whooped and clapped.

“Okay, okay!” You shouted, still smiling. “Let’s get cleaned up so we can go out and celebrate our nationals win for real!”

You dragged behind your team as they clambered to the locker room. Osamu was standing on the sidelines, arms held open and smiling wide.

“Samu!” You exclaimed, throwing yourself at him. “I thought you couldn’t make it!”

“Like I would miss my baby’s last nationals game,” Osamu said, pulling you into a tight hug. “The guys made it, too.” Osamu pointed towards the stands.

You turned to look, immediately finding a tall group of guys. Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa, Hinata, and Bokuto were all cheering. You waved at them.

“They all insisted on being here for you,” Osamu said. Your eyes burned with tears.

“I’m glad you all could make it,” you said, rubbing your eyes.

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Osamu said, hugging you again. “Now go get clean so we can go out.”

“One vodka cran and a jack and coke!” You said to the bartender. He nodded and made your drinks, quickly handing them to you and Osamu, who hovered over your shoulder.

You followed Osamu back to the area where your team stood around.

“Now that our lovely captain is here, let’s get fucked up!” Your libero, Hanako, exclaimed, raising her drink in the air.

The rest of the team cheered and raised their glasses. You raised your glass then chugged the contents of it, setting the empty glass on a side table.

“I say we start the night with shots!” You exclaimed. Your team cheered.

“I’ll get them,” Osamu said.

“I’ll help!” Hinata exclaimed, following Osamu back to the bar.

“So, MSBY and an EJP Raijin showed up to our game, then they came out with us to celebrate,” your wing spiker, Mai, said, standing next to you.

“You forgot Olympic gold medalists,” a middle blocker, Kanae, said, sipping her drink.

“Want me to introduce you?” You asked. “Tsumu and Omi have a little thing going on, but Sunarin, Sho-kun, and Bokkun are single.”

“You’re on nickname basis with Olympic gold medalists,” Kanae said.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” you said as Atsumu walked up to you. He threw his arm over your shoulders.

“My favourite niece! Y/n-chan!” Atsumu exclaimed. Kanae and Mai both raised an eyebrow.

“Inside joke,” you said. You faced Atsumu. “Where’s Kiyo-kun?”

“He’s getting our drinks,” Atsumu said. “Who are these pretty, young ladies?”

He winked at Kanae and Mai, making them blush deeply.

“This is my starting wing spiker, Mai. She’s the one who scored the winning point,” you said. “And this is my middle blocker, Kanae. Mai, Kanae, this is Miya Atsumu, setter for MSBY Black Jackals and resident pain in my ass.”

“She loves me,” Atsumu said. Sakusa wandered up, holding out a fruity looking drink for Atsumu while he sipped a glass of dark liquor.

“Unfortunately,” you teased. “And this is his better half, Sakusa Kiyoomi, outside hitter for MSBY Black Jackals.”

“Hello,” Sakusa said.

“Oh, this is Mai and Kanae, my wing spiker and middle blocker,” you said.

“Who wants shots?!” Hinata exclaimed, walking up with a plate of shots. Osamu followed behind him with another plate.

“Hell yeah!” You exclaimed. The team all grabbed a shot, toasting before throwing them back. You grabbed an extra and tossed it back easily.

“Careful,” Osamu whispered in your ear.

You smiled at him as you grabbed a third shot. “Careful is my middle name.”

The night passed in flashes. One moment you were throwing back your third shot, the next you were on the dance floor, grinding against Hanako as the small girl groped your hips. Nana, your opposite hitter, was dancing against you, caressing your sides.

You could see Osamu watching from the sidelines, sitting in a leather chair and looking for all the world like he owned the club. He took a sip from his drink as he caught your eye.

“Hey! Eyes on me!” Nana exclaimed, grabbing your face. Her thumb traced your bottom lip. “I heard they’re doing body shots at the bar!”

You nodded and let her drag you to the bar. You laid across the bar and sat still as they salted your body, pouring tequila in your belly button and placing a lime between your lips.

Osamu appeared in your vision as Nana licked the salt from your skin. He was blocked as she grabbed the lime from you with her teeth. She bit the lime and swallowed the shot before pulling you up into a sloppy kiss. The bar raged as her hands found their way up your cropped shirt and her tongue danced against yours. You met Osamu’s eyes again as your hands caressed Nana’s sides. His eyes were dark as he watched you grope the other girl’s ass.

“Samu,” you mumbled, pulling away from the kiss. Nana kissed down your neck, licking and sucking.

You moaned as Nana bit your skin and Osamu came closer.

“That’s more than enough,” Osamu said, grabbing Nana by the hair. The tall girl let out a moan as her head fell back. “If y’all wanna fuck, let’s not do it on the bar.”

“Samu,” you said, hopping off the bar with wobbly legs.

“Come on,” he said, letting Nana go. “Ya wanna come?”

Nana nodded quickly.

“Uber’s outside,” Osamu said. You and Nana followed him obediently.

He opened the door to the car and helped you both in the backseat.

Nana crawled in your lap as soon as Osamu shut the door behind him. You looked at him.

“G’head,” he said. You kissed Nana deeply, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance.

“Y/n,” she moaned as you kissed down her throat. You moaned as she ground against you, forcing her short dress even higher on her hips. Osamu pulled her from your lap into his.

“I think it’s kinda rude just to play with my toys without askin’,” Osamu said. Nana whimpered as Osamu’s hands pushed her dress up, revealing her lace covered ass.

You moaned as Osamu kissed her, tongues messily sliding together and spit running down their chins. Is this what it looked like when you kissed?

Osamu slapped Nana’s ass heavily, making the opposite hitter jump and thrust her hips against Osamu’s. You whined, wanting to feel him under you.

“Samu,” you whined, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder.

The car came to a stop in front of your apartment building. Osamu handed the driver a wad of cash and climbed out of the car, still holding Nana as she kissed down his throat. You followed after them, stumbling in your heels.

“Come ‘ere, baby,” Osamu said, turning towards you. He moved Nana to one arm and held out his other for you. You grabbed his arm and stumbled alongside him as he led you to the elevator.

The elevator ride was quick and before you knew it, you were being pressed against your door by Nana as Osamu watched.

Nana pushed your shirt up and over your head, releasing your bare breasts. She looked at Osamu.

“G’head,” he said. She leaned down, kissing and biting your breasts as Osamu came up behind her. He pushed her dress up around her waist and kneaded her ass as he kissed her neck.

“Nana,” you moaned as her hand pushed down the front of your skirt and panties. She hummed as she rubbed your clit. “Bedroom.”

Osamu led the two of you to the bedroom, pushing you both on to the bed. He pulled his shirt off and Nana immediately got on her knees, still on the bed, and ran her hands over his broad chest.

“You’re selfish,” she said, turning to look at you. “Keeping this all to yourself.”

“Not all to myself if you’re here,” you said, kneeling next to her. Your fingers flicked at one of his pierced nipples as Nana wrapped her lips around the other. Osamu grabbed both of you by the hair and pulled you back. Nana let out a whine.

“I want you both on the floor on your knees,” Osamu said. You both scrambled to the floor as Osamu undid his jeans, kicking them off, along with his boxers.

His cock bobbed heavily between his legs and your mouth watered. Nana, on the other hand, paled.

“You really take all of that?” She asked.

“And more sometimes,” you said, nodding. You watched as she kitten licked the pierced tip.

“Be a good girl and don’t tease,” Osamu said, tapping his cock against her cheek. Nana nodded and sucked the tip in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. You kissed along the thick shaft, teasing the prominent veins with your tongue as Nana bobbed her head.

Osamu moaned as he tangled his fingers in her long, black hair.

“Good girl,” he moaned, forcing her to take more. She gagged but forced herself to take more.

You sucked one of his balls in your mouth, gently squeezing the other one. You pulled away and pulled Nana away. You pulled her into a bruising kiss, biting her lower lip as she pulled away. You took Osamu’s cock in your mouth and wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t fit.

“That’s my girl,” Osamu said as you forced yourself farther on his cock. You pulled back and jerked his cock, feeling his cock twitching in your hands.

“Gonna cum, daddy?” You asked. Osamu moaned and nodded.

“Want him to cum on my face,” Nana said. Osamu knocked your hands away and pumped himself quickly as you and Nana waited.

“Open yer mouths,” Osamu said. Your tongue fell out of your mouth just as hot cum spurted from Osamu’s cock. You moaned as it landed on your tongue and cheeks. “Don’t swallow.”

You pulled Nana in for a messy kiss, pushing cum into her mouth. She moaned as cum and spit ran down your chins. You pulled back, strands of cum and spit still connecting you to Nana.

“Fuck,” Nana swore. You grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it off, leaving her in just a pair of white lace panties.

You kneaded her breasts as you kissed her again. Osamu pulled your skirt and panties off.

“How do you wanna do this?” You breathed. “You want Samu’s cock first?”

Nana glanced at Osamu, who was currently kissing your shoulder.

“Want to sit on your face first,” she said. You climbed on the bed and laid back. Nana slowly peeled her panties off before climbing next to you. Osamu slapped her ass, making her jump.

“Gonna look so cute on my baby’s face, sweetheart,” Osamu said. You smiled at him before Nana straddled your face, facing Osamu between your thighs.

“Watch how well she takes me,” Osamu said, spreading your legs as you placed a few kitten licks to Nana’s cunt. You felt Osamu’s cock slap against your clit a few times before he pressed it against your tight hole. You moaned in anticipation.

“It-It looks too big,” Nana stuttered as you sucked at her clit. “It’s not gonna fit.”

“I have my baby well trained,” Osamu said, patting your thigh. “I’ll have ya takin’ the whole thing, too, by the time the night’s over. Ya’ll be beggin’ fer me, sweetheart.”

Nana shivered as you slurped up her juices. You wiggled your hips, desperate for Osamu to fuck you.

Osamu slowly pushed his cock in, stretching your cunt. You moaned under Nana, wrapping your arms around her thighs and pulling her down more. Your tongue flicked against her clit as Osamu rutted into you at a steady pace.

“Fuck, she’s so stretched out around you,” Nana moaned, bucking her hips. “I want it.”

“She takes me so well,” Osamu grunted. “Her lil cunt just sucks me in.”

Nana whined as Osamu reached forward and squeezed her breast, pinching and pulling her nipple.

“Osamu,” Nana moaned. You slapped her ass.

“Someone’s jealous,” Osamu teased, snapping his hips against yours. You whimpered as his cock threatened to breach your cervix.

“I can see how deep you’re in her,” Nana said, running her hands along the small bulge between your hips. Osamu moaned as she pressed down. “So— fuck!— so deep!”

You sucked harshly at her clit.

“Come ‘ere,” Osamu said, pulling Nana forward. Their lips molded together as Nana bounced on your tongue and Osamu pounded into you.

You whined as Nana’s slim fingers rubbed fast circles over your clit. Osamu hiked your legs up, throwing them over his shoulders as his balls slapped against your ass.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped. You pulled Nana back down and sucked at her clit. She gasped as she came over your face, cum gushing out and coating your chin. She whimpered as you lapped at her messy cunt.

“Too much!” She exclaimed, bucking her hips. You let her thighs go and she fell to the side, laying next to you as Osamu continued to fuck you. She breathed heavily as you licked your lips.

“Samu!” You cried out as he slapped your clit.

“Come here.” Nana pulled your face over to meet hers. You moaned against her lips as the knot in your stomach tightened.

“Gonna make a mess in front of yer friend?” Osamu asked, pushing your legs against your chest. You nodded. “G’head, make a mess fer me.”

“Fuck, daddy!” You moaned. Osamu reached down and pinched your clit lightly. You moaned loudly as the knot in your stomach snapped. Your orgasm squirted out of you, juices coating Osamu’s stomach and dripping down to the bed.

“Fuck,” Nana said, watching with starry eyes as your eyes rolled back. Osamu pulled out, holding the base of his cock.

“Wanna taste?” He asked, gesturing to your leaking cunt. Nana nodded enthusiastically and crawled down the bed before burying her face in your cunt. You whimpered as her tongue licked into your hot core.

“Tastes good,” Nana said. She looked up at Osamu. “Would taste better with your cum leaking out of her.”

“Why don’t we find out?” Osamu asked. Nana moved over as Osamu thrusted back into you. It only took one, two, three thrusts before your gummy, tight walls milked his second orgasm. You moaned as you felt his hot cum fill you up. Nana leaned down, licking around where Osamu’s cock met your stretched cunt.

“Fuck, eat my cum out of her,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You moaned as Nana’s tongue dug into your hole.

“Fuck,” you hissed as she pressed two fingers into you. She licked a broad stripe up your slit, slurping up a mixture of your juices and Osamu’s cum.

“I was right,” Nana said, leaning back on her feet as you gasped for breath.

“Ya ready to take me, sweetheart?” Osamu asked, rubbing his hands over Nana’s back. Nana nodded.

“How do you want me, daddy?” She asked, turning her head up to look at Osamu. You moaned softly.

“Oh, I’m gonna fold ya in half, sweetheart,” Osamu said, pushing her down on the mattress.

Nana laid beside you on her back, spreading her legs and reaching down to spread her folds, showing off her tight hole.

“Condom?” Osamu asked. Nana shook her head.

“I’m clean,” she said. “Want you to cum inside me, daddy.”

“Fuck, okay,” Osamu said.

You crawled down the bed, kneeling behind Osamu, watching over his shoulder as he lined up the fat head of his cock with her tight entrance. You ran your hands over Osamu’s shoulders, then wrapped your arms around his chest. Your hands rubbed over his chest as you rested your head on his shoulder. Nana whined as he teased her clit with the head of his cock.

“No teasing!” She whined. “Want you in me, wanna feel your fat cock stretching me out.”

“Ya sure you can take it?” Osamu asked, pressing the tip in. Nana moaned.

“Want it,” she keened. “Please, daddy.”

“If ya insist, sweetheart,” Osamu said. You kissed his neck as he snapped his hips forward. Nana’s back arched as she let out a loud moan.

“Ah, ah! Hurts!” She exclaimed, fisting the blanket below her. Osamu stilled, allowing her time to adjust. He rubbed her clit softly, helping her relax.

“Yer so tight, squeezin’ me t’ death with that tight cunt o’ yers,” Osamu said, rolling his hips shallowly.

Nana let out a breathy laugh. “Can hardly understand you.”

“His accent gets thicker when he can’t think,” you said, nipping his neck. “He can’t think when he’s getting his dick wet.”

“Shut up,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “I can think a lot o’ thoughts right now. Like how I wanna pound this lil pussy ‘til she cries.”

“Do it,” you challenged. “I wanna see her cry over your cock.”

Osamu slowly pulled out. Nana moaned.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Osamu asked. She nodded. Osamu pushed her legs into her chest.

“She’s the most flexible on the team,” you whispered in his ear. “Can put both of her feet behind her head.”

Osamu groaned and pushed further, until her ankles were parallel with her ears.

“Fuck,” Osamu swore. He thrusted into her at a steady pace. Nana whimpered as his cock hit her cervix and his piercing dragged against her walls.

“More, more, please, daddy,” she gasped. You moved around the bed, holding her legs in place as Osamu grabbed her thick thighs, pulling her to meet his powerful thrusts. Their skin slapped together noisily and you moaned at the sight of Osamu’s cock disappearing into her wet cunt.

“Fuck her harder,” you said. Osamu’s hips sped up. “You’re so wet, Nana. You’re leaking all over my blanket.”

“S-Sorry,” she stuttered. “Sit on my face so I can apologise?”

“You’re not going hard enough if she can still speak coherently,” you said, letting her legs go. You straddled her face. You moaned loudly as her tongue slid through your folds, teasing your clit.

Osamu grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart as he pounded into her.

Her tongue circled your clit. Your back arched as she wrapped her arms around your thighs.

“Rub her clit, want her t’ cum ‘round my cock,” Osamu grunted. You nodded and leaned down, rubbing your fingers over her clit. Her tongue stopped as she moaned against you. You bucked your hips, eager for friction.

“Just stick your tongue out,” you said. Nana obeyed, letting you grind against her tongue.

“Fuck, she’s squeezin’ me so tight,” Osamu moaned. He snapped his hips harshly and Nana cried out.

“Fuck, he’s— Fuck!” She screamed. Osamu slowed down. “Keep-Keep going!”

“He’s fucking past your cervix, yeah?” You asked. “Hurts but feels so fucking good.”

Nana moaned and her arms fell limply to her sides as Osamu roughly fucked her.

“Tongue,” you said. She stuck her tongue out again. You moved your hips back and forth, dragging your clit across her tongue. “Gonna cum, Nana.”

She suckled lightly at your clit as your juices gushed over her face. You ground against her face as your thighs shook from overstimulation.

Nana moaned out, her words muffled by your cunt. You crawled off of her and fell limp beside her.

“Gonna cum,” she repeated. Her eyes rolled back and her fingers dug into the blanket as Osamu moaned. You reached down and rubbed her clit. She tensed up and cum gushed around Osamu’s cock as she cried out.

“Good girl,” Osamu praised. He knocked your hand out of the way and slapped her clit. “Gonna make ya cum again and again, sweetheart.”

Nana whimpered as Osamu continued to fuck her and alternate between rubbing and slapping her clit. You leaned back and slowly rubbed your own clit.

“Fuck, fuck,” Nana moaned. “Hit me, hit me.”

Osamu slapped her clit and she shook her head.

“Tell daddy what ya want, sweetheart,” Osamu said.

“The face, slap me in the face,” Nana moaned. “Please, daddy.”

Osamu’s hips stuttered as he looked down at Nana.

“Fuck, okay,” he said. He leaned forward and his hand connected with her face with a light slap.

“Harder,” Nana said, looking fucked out. Osamu slapped her harder and all three of you moaned as her face turned. “Again.”

“What a fuckin’ naughty girl,” Osamu said. His hand connected to her face with a loud slap.

Nana moaned and you rubbed your clit harder.

“That turn ya on, baby?” Osamu asked, looking over at you. You nodded.

“Want it,” you moaned.

“Come ‘ere,” he said, reaching over and yanking you up. You leaned back on your elbows as his hand rushed towards you. Your head spun as his hand connected and your head turned with a moan.

“Oh, fuck!” Nana swore, throwing her head back as she squirted around Osamu’s cock.

“Want me t’ fill ya up?” Osamu asked, fucking her through her orgasm.

Nana nodded. Osamu braced his foot against the bed and pistoned his cock in and out. He let out a long moan as his hips stuttered. He breathed deeply before pulling out.

You watched as Osamu’s cum poured out of her, dripping onto the bed.

All three of you breathed heavily as Osamu collapsed beside you.

“Bathroom?” Nana asked after she caught her breath.

“Through those doors,” you said, pointing to the connected bathroom.

Her legs wobbled and she fell back on the bed. You stood up, wobbly legged, and helped her to the bathroom.

“You really take that on a regular basis?” She asked, sitting down on the toilet.

“Every night if I’m lucky,” you said, sitting on the counter. “Sometimes more.”

“How do you just walk around like you didn’t get your insides rearranged?” She asked. “You come to practice and run around like your soul didn’t get fucked out of you.”

“What about you? You like to get the fuck slapped out of you,” you laughed.

“Apparently, so do you,” she shot back.

“It was nice,” you said, sighing happily. “You should try choking, though. Once, Samu choked me until I passed out, best orgasm I ever had.”

“Maybe I will,” she said, standing up. The two of you stumbled back to bed, where Osamu had pulled on a pair of boxers. You crawled next to him and held your arms open for Nana. She crawled in and wrapped her arms around you, burying her head in your neck. You sighed happily as Osamu slung an arm around your waist.

“No, like this,” you said, pumping Osamu’s cock. “You gotta twist.”

“Okay, okay,” Nana said, copying you. Osamu groaned as he woke up.

“Morning, baby,” you said, smiling up at him. Nana leaned down and licked down the side of his cock.

“Mornin’,” Osamu mumbled. You leaned down and licked the other side of his cock, tongue meeting Nana’s in the middle. You both moaned around his cock. Your lips met around the tip and you twisted your tongues together.

“Fuck,” Osamu swore, grabbing both of you by the hair and pulling you back. “One o’ ya is gonna take my cock down yer throat.”

You leaned in and took the tip in your mouth, bobbing your head as Nana leaned down and kissed his sac.

“Come on, I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said, pushing you down on his cock. Your eyes watered as you choked around him. The corners of your mouth burned as your lips stretched around his cock, but you ignored it as Osamu groaned. Nana pulled away as Osamu forced you lower. Your jaw ached but soon your nose was buried in soft curls.

“Fuck, I can feel you in her throat,” Nana said, wrapping her hands around your neck.

Osamu held you there until you got lightheaded from lack of oxygen. You tapped on his thigh and he pulled you off his cock. You gasped for air as spit ran down your chin.

“Tongues out,” Osamu said, tugging at his throbbing cock. Nana leaned down next to you just as the first spurt of cum hit your tongue. The next landed on Nana’s waiting tongue and the rest landed on your chests.

“Clean her up,” Osamu said, shoving you into Nana’s chest. You licked the cum off her breasts, flicking your tongue over her pebbled nipples.

“Did I say you could swallow?” Osamu asked, grabbing Nana’s jaw roughly. She shook her head and Osamu’s hand connected with her already red cheek. She moaned.

“Sorry, daddy, I couldn’t help it, you taste so good,” she said as you pulled away from her.

“Show her how good girls hold daddy’s cum,” Osamu said, grabbing your hair. Your mouth fell open, showing off all the cum you’d licked off Nana’s chest. “Come ‘ere, my sweet girl.”

Osamu pulled you into a deep kiss, pulling your body against his, covering his chest with the cum on your breasts.

“Now, clean us up,” Osamu said, pulling you down next to him. Nana crawled over Osamu, straddling his waist as she leaned down and licked his chest clean. She leaned over to you and licked the cum off your breasts.

“Good girl,” Osamu said as she showed him the mouthful of cum. He pulled Nana into a kiss, pulling away when cum dripped down her chin. “Now you can swallow.”

“Thank you, daddy,” she said. She rolled over to Osamu’s other side and curled into his side.

“Breakfast?” Osamu asked, holding both of you against him. You nodded. “Pancakes alright?”

You both nodded again. You whined as Osamu sat up. He rolled over you, kissing your forehead before pulling his boxers on and wandering out of the bedroom.

You scooted over until you were flush against Nana.

“Still horny?” She asked, slotting her thigh between your legs. You nodded as you ground down against her thigh. She pressed her lips against yours, grabbing your hips and guiding you.

You moaned softly against her lips as your clit rubbed against her flexing thighs. She rolled you over so that she was on top of you.

“Hold on,” she mumbled. You pulled back as she crawled down the bed, spreading your legs. She pressed two fingers into your wet heat and leaned down to lap at your clit.

“Oh,” you moaned, throwing your head back. She pushed your knees into your chest, and pressed a kiss to your ankle.

“Hold your legs up for me,” she said. You wrapped your arms under your knees as she pushed three fingers into your core,

“Harder, harder,” you moaned. Her other hand came down on your clit as her fingers pumped in and out of you.

“Next time, I’m gonna give you my strap,” she said. You moaned and nodded.

“Please, please, want your strap,” you begged.

“Have one even bigger than Osamu,” she said, strumming your clit. “Just for size queens like you.”

“Want it,” you whined.

“Yeah? Osamu not enough to please your little cunt? You need more? Maybe we’ll fuck you at the same time. He ever take your ass?” Nana asked. She pulled her fingers out of you and slid one down, pressing it against your other hole.

Your eyes flew open as she pressed her finger past the tight ring of muscles.

“Nana!” You gasped. She slowly pushed her finger all the way in.

“So fucking tight, bet you’ve never had anything up here, have you?” Nana asked. Your face heated up as you shook your head. “I’m gonna stretch you out and then we’ll see if Osamu can fit his cock in here without breaking you.”

“Feels weird,” you mumbled as she thrusted her finger in and out of you.

“Good weird?” She asked. You nodded and moaned as she added another finger. “Think you can cum just from this?”

“Dunno,” you said. You threw your head back and moaned as she scissored her fingers, stretching your hole.

“God, I wanna see you take his cock,” Nana groaned. She pulled her fingers out and spat directly in your hole as you clenched around nothing. “He’s not gonna last once he feels how tight you are. It’ll be over in seconds.”

“Sa-Samu can keep going,” you moaned as she inserted three fingers. “He can fuck me through his orgasm.”

“Oh?” Nana asked, twisting her fingers in you. “Aw, look at your little pussy, just clenching around nothing. You got something I can put in there?”

You nodded and pointed to Osamu’s bedside table.

Nana leaned over and pulled out a sparkly pink dildo. It was barely anything compared to Osamu, bought as a gag gift by Atsumu. It was six inches long and of average girth.

Nana ran it through your folds, slapping your clit with it a couple of times before shoving it in your needy hole. You moaned loudly as she thrusted it in and out of you, following the pace her fingers went in your ass.

“Oh, oh, oh!” You moaned. “Nana, so close, please, please!”

She shoved the dildo in you deeply and leaned down to suck on your clit.

“Gonna-gon’ cu—“ You came with a shout, clenching around the silicone toy and Nana’s fingers and squirting into her face.

“Yes, yes, fuck,” Nana moaned, licking your juices off her lips. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Squirting in my face like that. If I was Osamu, I’d never be away from your cunt.”

“He-He isn’t,” you said, smiling weakly as you tried to catch your breath. “I have to beat him off with a stick sometimes.”

“Pancakes are—“ Osamu paused, taking in the scene in front of him. The pink dildo was still shoved in you and Nana’s fingers were still knuckle deep in your ass.

“I’m just prepping her for you, daddy,” Nana said, innocently. She twisted her fingers, drawing a moan from you. “You think three fingers are enough or should I add another?”

“Add another,” Osamu breathed, coming closer. His eyes were blown wide and his cock strained against his boxers. Nana added a fourth finger and you bucked your hips.

“She’s so tight back here, daddy,” Nana moaned. “See how she’s just sucking my fingers in?”

“Fuck,” Osamu swore, palming himself through his boxers. “Let me just—“ He grabbed the base of the pink dildo and moved it slowly. You arched your back and moaned.

“Daddy,” you keened, fisting the blanket. “Daddy, I want you in me.”

“What hole, baby?” He asked. “They’re both so needy.”

Your face burned again. “Want you in my ass, daddy,” you mumbled.

“What was that, sweet girl?” Osamu asked, smiling cheekily.

“My ass, daddy!” You exclaimed. “Wanna feel you stretch me out.”

“That’s my girl,” Osamu said, pinching your thigh lightly. He pulled the dildo out and handed it to Nana. She moved out of the way, leaning against the headboard next to you. “There’s lube in that top drawer.” Osamu pointed to his bedside table.

Nana reached over and grabbed a small bottle of lube and handed it to Osamu.

He generously lubed his cock and drizzled some on your stretched asshole, rubbing it around with two fingers.

“Ya ready, princess?” He asked, pressing the fat head of his cock to your virgin hole. A shiver went up your spine as you nodded.

“Yes, daddy,” you said. He nodded and slowly popped the mushroom head of his cock in.

You whined at the intrusion. Even four of Nana’s fingers didn’t prepare you for the stretch Osamu’s head caused.

“Slowly, daddy, slowly,” you said. Osamu nodded again and slowly, slowly, inch by inch, stretched your ass.

“So- fucking- tight,” Osamu grunted as he bottomed out. Nana moaned as she rubbed her clit. “Hand me my phone.”

Nana reached over to the bedside table and handed Osamu his phone.

“Think the guys will enjoy this?” Osamu asked as he started recording. His cock slid slowly in and out of your ass. He pulled out and watched as your little hole fluttered around nothing.

“Daddy,” you whined, bucking your hips desperately. “Need you.”

Osamu zoomed the camera in as his cock stretched your hole out.

“Think ya can take more?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Nana, bring that dildo down here.”

Osamu zoomed out and turned the camera towards Nana as she crawled down the bed, holding the pink dildo in her hand.

“Say hi,” Osamu said, smiling. Nana waved to the camera before she slowly slid the pink dildo into your cunt. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned.

“So full,” you moaned. They fell into a nice rhythm, one pushing in when the other pulled out, so you were never empty.

“Look how tight she is,” Osamu said, moving the camera closer to you. “She’s the best lil cocksleeve. Who’s making ya feel good, baby?”

“Daddy and Nana,” you moaned. Osamu snapped his hips against your ass.

“Yer clenchin’ ‘round me so tight, ya gonna cum?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

“Gonna cum for daddy and Nana,” you moaned.

“Come on, cum around his cock,” Nana said. You whimpered as they changed the rhythm, both pumping into you at the same time.

“Fuck,” you hissed as Osamu’s piercing dragged against your sensitive walls. Your walls clenched around silicone and flesh as your stomach tightened.

“Come on, cum for daddy,” Osamu said, pressing down on the bulge between your hips. He turned the camera towards your face. You moaned loudly as your eyes rolled back and your walls fluttered. You gushed around the fake cock as Osamu gasped.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” he grunted. You fell limp as they continued to fuck you. Nana sighed. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Need something in me,” she said.

“Fuck yerself with the dildo,” Osamu said. She leaned back next to you and shoved the dildo deep in her cunt with a loud moan.

Osamu filmed her as she fucked herself.

“Not enough,” she whined. “Not enough after taking your fat cock.”

“Oh, yeah? Ya want my cock again?” Osamu asked. She nodded. “I ruined ya fer any other cock, isn’t that right, sweetheart? Don’t worry, after this ya can ride my cock ‘til ya cry.”

“Please, please, daddy,” she cried, moving the dildo faster.

“Daddy,” you whined, upset with the lack of attention you were getting.

“What is it, baby? Ya want daddy’s attention?” Osamu asked. “My cock isn’t enough fer ya?”

“Want you to cum in me,” you said, reaching down to rub your clit.

“Oh, my baby wants daddy’s cum?” Osamu asked, tilting your hips up with his free hand. You moaned loudly. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna give it to ya.”

Osamu held his phone tightly as he pounded your ass.

“Fuck, baby, squeeze ‘round me again,” Osamu said. You clenched around him. He landed a smack on your clit, making your walls clamp down.

“There we go,” he said. He zoomed the camera in as his cock throbbed. “Fuck, gonna fill ya up, baby.”

“Please, please, daddy, please!” You cried as he slapped your clit again. He let out a low groan as his cum flooded your ass.

He fucked you through his orgasm, each thrust highlighted by a nasty squelch as his cum was forced out of your hole.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, pulling out. Your ass clenched around nothing, forcing his cum out. He moved the camera closer as his cum dripped out of you. “Both o’ ya, come ‘ere.”

You whined as you crawled down the bed, kneeling in front of Osamu next to Nana.

“Clean me up,” he said. You both leaned down, licking up the sides of his cum coated cock. Your tongues met around his tip. You kissed Nana messily, pushing cum into her mouth and moaning when she pushed it back.

“Open,” Osamu ordered. He grabbed your chin roughly and held his phone to your mouth. “Now swallow.”

You swallowed his cum greedily. He shook your face and you opened your mouth again, showing off the lack of cum.

He grabbed your tongue and shoved his fingers in your mouth as you gagged.

“Good girl,” he said. He turned his phone towards Nana and gave her the same treatment.

“Say bye to the boys fer now,” Osamu said, leaning back to get you both on camera.

“Bye bye,” you said, waving at the camera with a wide smile. Nana waved at the camera with a sultry smile.

“So, who are the boys?” Nana asked, after Osamu sat his phone down.

“Just the guys from last night,” you said. “I suspect the group chat’ll be popping off soon.”

Almost immediately, your phone started going off. You grabbed it from the bedside table as you leaned back against the headboard. Nana leaned next to you as Osamu went back to the kitchen.

uncle tsumu: ‘fuck, i want her ass next time, samu’

kiyo-kun: ‘who’s the extra one? is she going to be a regular addition bc fuck she’s hot’

sho-kun: ‘nana deserves a nice cock too’

sho-kun: ‘more than willing to volunteer’

sunarin: ‘how are you going so hard this early in the morning?’

bokkun: ‘send more girlxgirl action’

uncle tsumu: ‘^^ seconded’

“Should we send them a little something?” You asked, looking over at Nana.

“Definitely,” she said. You opened your camera and held your phone out as you pulled Nana into a sloppy kiss. You grabbed her breast, rolling her nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

Nana smiled against your lips and bit your bottom lip as she pulled back. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

You stopped the recording and sent the video in the group chat before tossing your phone to the side.

“Who said I can’t finish?” You asked, pouncing on top of her.

“Me,” Osamu said, coming in holding two plates in his hands. “Food first then sex.”

Your stomach grumbled as he propped up a tray and sat it over your lap. He propped another one over Nana’s lap.

“Chocolate chip and pecan pancakes for my baby,” Osamu said, handing you your plate. He handed the other plate to Nana. “And chocolate chip for my sweetheart. I didn’t know what ya liked so I played it safe. I can make ya something different if ya don’t like them though.”

“Chocolate chips are good,” Nana said. “Do you have syrup?”

“Blueberry and maple,” he said, holding out two bottles.

“Blueberry, please,” Nana said. Osamu poured syrup over her pancakes before moving to yours.

“Thank you, Samu,” you said, taking a bite.

“Thank you,” Nana said. Osamu sat cross legged at the foot of the bed as he ate. You leaned forward, offering him a bite of your pancake.

“Thank ya, baby,” he said, chewing. You smiled at him.

You leaned back and closed your eyes once you finished.

“Want me to run a bath?” Osamu asked. You glanced at Nana.

“It’s big enough for two,” you said. You glanced at Osamu. “Or three.”

“I could go for a bath,” she said.

Osamu nodded and grabbed your plates and trays, taking them back to the kitchen before returning and entering the bathroom. You heard the water start.

“Is he always like this?” Nana asked, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“Like what?” You asked.

“This. Making breakfast, offering to run you a bath, actually making you cum,” Nana said. “I don’t know, perfect?”

You smiled widely. “Yeah, he’s always like this. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.”

“Ready?” Osamu asked, peeking his head around the bathroom door.

“I am,” Nana said, rolling off the bed. Her legs wobbled slightly but she stayed upright. You weren’t as lucky, falling back onto the bed as soon as you stood up.

“Let me get ya, baby,” Osamu said, coming over and swooping you up.

Nana was already sinking into the steaming water when Osamu lowered you down on the other side of the tub.

“Do either of ya want anything?” He asked. You both shook your heads. “Call if ya need anything.”

Osamu left the two of you alone. You moved over to sit beside Nana.

“I’m gonna be walking funny for a week,” you said. Nana laughed.

“With any luck, so will I,” she said, winking at you.

“People are going to think we got beat up,” you said. “Bruises on our cheeks and limping.”

“That’s how you know it was good sex,” she said. She pulled you on top of her, so you were straddling her.

“You’re as bad as Osamu,” you murmured as she kissed your neck.

“Oh, I’m worse.”

You let out a breathy moan as she nibbled your neck. When you opened your eyes, Osamu was watching from the counter.

“Samu,” you moaned as he palmed himself through his boxers.

“Uh-uh, you’re not paying attention to him right now, just me,” Nana said, grabbing your chin and turning your head. She shoved her thumb in your mouth. “Suck.”

You obediently sucked on her thumb, hollowing your cheeks as she guided your hips on her thighs.

“Want more,” you mumbled, lips still wrapped around her thumb. You bucked your hips.

“Take it,” she said. You whined as she flexed her thighs. You glanced over to Osamu, who had pushed his boxers to the floor and was slowly jerking his cock.

“Eyes on me,” Nana said. She rubbed your cheek before placing a sharp slap on it. You moaned. “Forget Osamu’s here. He’s not getting you off right now, I am.”

“Can’t- can’t help it,” you said. “He’s so fucking distracting.”

“If you look at him again before you cum, I’ll make you watch him fuck me and you will not be getting off,” she said. You nodded as she bounced her thigh. Osamu let out a breathy moan that had you struggling not to turn your head.

She pulled you into another kiss, slotting your lips together and sucking your tongue. You moaned into the kiss as she groped your breasts, pinching and tugging on your nipples.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. You could hear the slick sounds of his hand going up and down his cock. You closed your eyes.

“Nope,” Nana said, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling your head back. “I said, eyes on me.” You moaned as she kissed down your throat.

“Can I film?” Osamu asked. You fought the urge to look at him.

“Go ahead,” Nana said, lazily looking over at him as you sucked on her neck. “Remember, no looking at him.”

You heard Osamu’s feet hit the ground as he left the bathroom. You ground against Nana’s thighs, pointedly ignoring Osamu as he came back in, holding his phone on the two of you.

“Say hi,” Osamu said. Nana turned and waved at the camera.

“You don’t wanna say hi, Y/n?” Nana asked, smirking at you. You shook your head.

“Come on, let me see yer pretty face, baby,” Osamu said. You shook your head again.

“Wanna get off,” you said, bucking your hips against Nana’s thighs.

“The boys are gonna be so upset they can’t see your pretty face,” Nana said.

“Yeah, baby, why don’t ya just look at me and give me a big smile?” Osamu asked. You looked down to where your pussy was grinding against Nana’s strong thighs, ignoring Osamu.

“Eyes up, babe,” Nana said, tilting your chin up. You looked up at her. Her dark eyes were swallowing you whole as she took you in.

“Shit, baby, gonna hurt my feelin’s,” Osamu said, stroking his cock as he filmed you. “Look at daddy.”

“Can’t,” you whined, throwing your head back. “Wanna, so bad, daddy.”

“Look at me,” Nana said, once again tilting your chin to face her. She kissed you deeply. You rutted against her thighs, eager to cum. You could feel your orgasm building in your stomach.

“Nana,” you moaned, grinding down harder.

“Gonna cum, babe?” She asked. You grabbed her shoulders, nodding.

“Wanna look at the camera while ya cum, sweet girl?” Osamu asked. You shook your head.

You panted as you got closer and closer. Nana leaned down and sucked one of your nipples in her mouth, kneading the other one while her other hand guided your hips.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back. Your walls fluttered around nothing as you came over Nana’s thighs. The water washed away your slick as Nana grabbed your ass.

“Good girl,” she praised, grabbing your hair. she pulled you into a bruising kiss, biting your bottom lip. “Wanna look at daddy now? He’s about to cum.”

Your eyes flew to Osamu. One of his hands was holding his phone while the other was wrapped around his cock.

“Want my cum, sweet girl?” He asked. You nodded and leaned over the side of the tub. He pointed the camera down to film you taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. “Fuck.”

He spilled into your mouth, filling it up and running down your chin. He grabbed your chin.

“Open yer mouth,” he said, tracing your swollen bottom lip with his thumb. “You know Bokkun loves seeing yer mouth full of cum.”

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. Cum dripped from your tongue onto your chest. Osamu patted your head like a dog.

“Share with Nana,” he said. You were reluctant to look away from him but you turned away from him and kissed Nana messily. She moaned into your mouth as you snowballed Osamu’s cum back and forth.

“G’head and swallow,” Osamu said. You pulled back and swallowed the cum in your mouth then turned and showed the camera your empty mouth. “That’s my girl. Nana, you too.”

Nana showed the camera the cum in her mouth then swallowed, showing the camera her clean tongue.

“My good girls,” Osamu praised. He stopped filming and sat his phone on the counter before walking to the tub.

“Come ‘ere, baby,” he said, opening his arms. You left Nana’s lap quickly, being pulled into Osamu’s strong chest.

“Daddy,” you said, kissing his chest. Nana stood up behind you, kissing your neck. “Wanna focus on daddy.”

“Let’s go back to the bedroom,” Osamu said. “Someone still has to ride my cock.”

You and Nana padded after him like ducklings. Osamu rolled onto the bed, leaning back on his elbows.

You crawled next to him, leaning down and taking one of his nipples in your mouth. You pressed your tongue against the pierced bud, and looked up through your lashes to see Nana doing the same thing on his opposite side. Osamu moaned and fell back.

“Samu,” you moaned, reaching down to palm his half hard cock. Your hand met Nana’s and you slowly pulled away.

“Wanna ride him,” Nana said, looking at you. You frowned.

“I wanna ride him,” you said.

“Be nice,” Osamu said, reaching down and swatting your ass. “Ya can sit on my face while Nana rides me. Ya can ride me later.”

You pouted but nodded.

“Stop fuckin’ pouting before I make ya watch,” Osamu said, pulling on your bottom lip.

“Being mean,” you said. Osamu grabbed your jaw roughly.

“Watch yer tone,” he said. You puckered your lips. Osamu rubbed his hand over your cheek, just like Nana had before she— Slap!

“Daddy,” you cried, clutching your cheek. Your cheek stung and your pussy throbbed.

“Hit her again,” Nana said, looking at you with wide eyes.

Osamu shook his head. “She’ll be a good girl now, won’t ya, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” you mumbled. You sniffled as tears burned at your eyes. Osamu caressed your red cheek gently.

“How are ya, baby?” He asked.

“Green,” you sniffled, rubbing your nose.

“Ya sure?” Osamu asked.

You nodded. “Liked it, daddy. Green.”

“Good girl,” Osamu said, patting your cheek. “Come ‘ere, baby.”

You shuffled into his arms, letting him pull you against his chest. He kissed your head before letting you go.

“I love ya,” he mumbled.

“Love you,” you said. You pulled away and watched as Nana straddled him, slotting Osamu’s hard cock between her folds and grinding down.

“Come sit on my face, baby,” Osamu said. You straddled his face and leaned over to grab your phone.

“Can I film you?” You asked as Nana teased Osamu’s cock by grinding against it.

She nodded and grinned, running her hands down her body and onto Osamu’s. She arched her back as she ran her hands over his abdomen and chest.

“Gonna take him all?” You asked. You whimpered as Osamu’s tongue flattened against your clit.

“Gonna bounce on his cock until I can’t move,” Nana said. You smiled.

“Don’t worry, if you can’t move, he’ll move you,” you said. You moaned as Osamu buried his tongue in your warm core.

“Daddy’s cock is so thick,” she said, rolling her hips against his cock. You saw his cock throb.

“Go ahead, sit on his cock,” you said, zooming in on where Nana’s folds enveloped his cock.

Nana reached down and tapped his cock against her clit a few times. Osamu groaned into your folds.

“Samu,” you moaned.

Nana slowly aligned his cock with her entrance.

“Come on, sink down on his cock,” you said. Osamu’s fingers dug into your plush thighs as Nana popped the head of his cock inside her. She moaned softly and swivelled her hips.

“Take more,” you said. Osamu flicked his tongue against your clit.

“Don’t rush me,” she said, sinking down a few inches. You zoomed in to where her pussy swallowed his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” You swore, nearly dropping the phone as Osamu sucked harshly at your clit. You steadied the phone and bucked your hips, desperate for more friction.

“Oh,” Nana moaned, finally sinking all the way down.

“You have a bulge,” you said, leaning forward to show the camera the small bulge Osamu’s cock made between her hips.

She ran her fingers down her stomach and pressed down on the bulge. She and Osamu both moaned.

“Fuckin’ move,” Osamu said from beneath you. “Before I move ya.”

“Y/n, grind down on his fucking face so he can’t speak,” Nana said. You smiled wickedly and ground down against his tongue.

“Can’t speak if you’re doing your job right, Samu,” you said, grinding against his face.

He smacked your ass as Nana slowly moved up and down his cock. You moaned as Osamu’s nose nudged your clit as his tongue dug into your hole.

“Fuck, his cock is so big,” Nana panted. “Fuckin’ hurts.”

“Just get used to it,” you said. “Roll your hips.”

Nana rolled her hips and moaned. Her eyes rolled back as Osamu rutted his hips up.

“Osamu, no,” she moaned, bracing her hands on his stomach. Osamu grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his cock. He planted his feet on the bed and thrusted up.

“Fuck, fuck, Osamu,” she moaned, throwing her head back. You whined as Osamu focused on fucking into Nana and ignoring you.

“Daddy,” you whined, grinding down on his face. He stuck his tongue out, letting you grind your clit against it.

You showed the camera Nana’s fucked out expression before lowering it down to her bouncing breasts, then even lower to where Osamu stretched her out.

“Gonna cum,” Nana moaned. She reached down and rubbed her clit.

“Cum on daddy’s cock,” you said, zooming out to fit all of Nana on the screen.

Osamu snapped his hips up and sucked at your clit at the same time.

Nana squealed as she squirted around Osamu’s cock, her cum pooling on his stomach and dripping down to the bed. She shook as Osamu continued to fuck her.

“‘S’too much, too much!” She exclaimed, back arching.

“You can take it,” you said as Osamu’s plush lips wrapped around your clit again. You reached forward to rub her clit. She weakly tried to push your hand away.

Osamu suckled your clit, all the while pounding into Nana’s sensitive cunt. She cried out as she came again, gushing over Osamu’s cock. Creamy, white cum coated Osamu’s cock as he fucked her.

“Fuck, fill me up, please, please,” Nana begged, thighs shaking.

“Not before Y/n cums,” Osamu said, voice muffled under you. He used one hand to pull you down and the other held Nana in place.

Osamu’s tongue thrusted in and out of you while his nose rubbed your clit.

You moaned as your stomach tightened and a fire burned low in your gut.

“Gonna cum,” you whimpered. Nana grabbed the phone from you and turned it on you.

“Which boy loves seeing you ate out?” Nana asked.

“S-Sunarin!” You cried, throwing your head back. Osamu slapped your ass and sucked at your clit.

“Oh? Daddy doesn’t like it when his baby moans another guy’s name?” Nana asked. “What about the guy who loves to see your tits?”

Nana leaned forward, grabbing and groping your breast with her free hand.

“Bokkun!” You moaned. Osamu slapped your ass again and ate you out vigorously. His hips slowed down as he grabbed your thighs, spreading them wide.

“Guy that loves to see your hair pulled?” Nana asked, yanking your head back. She moaned as Osamu snapped his hips up.

“Kiyoomi!”

You cried out as Osamu dug his fingernails into your ass, spreading your cheeks.

Nana grabbed your chin roughly. She leaned in and kissed you.

“Guy that would spit in your mouth?” She whispered, pulling back.

“Sh-Shoyo-kun,” you whimpered. Nana forced your mouth open and spat on your waiting tongue.

Osamu shifted you, and licked lower. You gasped as his tongue circled the rim of your asshole.

“Samu!” You exclaimed. You felt him smile against your skin.

“Come on, cum on his face,” Nana said, showing the camera your fucked out expression. Osamu spread your cheeks, digging his tongue past the ring of muscles. You moaned and dug your fingers into Osamu’s chest.

“Fu-uck,” you moaned, voice wobbling.

“Cum on daddy’s face,” Nana said, dragging her nails down your body. You let out a high pitched whine as Osamu moved back to your cunt. His fingers rubbed over your asshole, threatening to break through the tight ring of muscles.

You gushed on Osamu’s tongue, and he lapped it up eagerly. You slumped over, leaning your head on Nana’s shoulder. Nana moaned as Osamu rolled his hips.

“Fill me up, daddy,” she said, rotating her hips. Osamu groaned as his cock throbbed in her tight walls. He thrusted into her and painted her walls white.

You took the phone back from Nana as she dropped her arms.

You crawled off Osamu, legs shaking. You zoomed in on Nana’s messy cunt as she lifted herself off of Osamu’s cock. Cum spilled out and you reached forward, pushing it back in with two fingers.

“You’re supposed to keep daddy’s gift,” you said. Nana fell back on the bed next to Osamu.

You moved the phone closer to her leaking cunt, fingering it back in her slowly. She moaned softly.

“For Tsumu,” you said, spreading her folds with your fingers so the camera should catch sight of her messy hole. You flipped the camera on to your face and filmed as you licked your fingers clean. You winked at the camera before saving the video and sending it to the group chat.

uncle tsumu: ‘fuck do y’all even take breaks? i’m just now getting over the last video’

sunarin: ‘already love it based on the thumbnail alone’

You glanced at the thumbnail and saw Nana spitting into your mouth.

kiyo-kun: ‘this is a long one’

bokkun: ‘fuck i’m still jerking to the last video’

sho-kun: ‘stop blowing up the chat i’m trying to watch the video’

you: ‘enjoy’ You sent your text along with a selfie.

“Come here,” Osamu said. You crawled over him and snuggled into his side. “What are the boys saying?”

“They’re watching it now,” you said.

“We’re feeding them a lot today,” Osamu said. “They’re gonna be expecting daily videos now.”

You shrugged. “We fuck enough.”

“You two are literally the most insatiable people I’ve ever met,” Nana said, laying on Osamu’s chest with his arm around her.

“What, you too tired to go another round?” You asked. “What happened to that volleyball stamina?”

“Another round, are you kidding me?” Nana asked. You shrugged and looked up at Osamu.

“He hasn’t filled up my cunt yet,” you said, running your fingers down his chest.

“Give me a minute and I’ll fill ya up ‘til yer swollen with my cum,” Osamu said, looking down at you.

“You can count me out,” Nana said. “I’m taking a shower and heading home. I can’t take anymore.”

“I’ll get you some clothes to wear home,” you said. “And I insist that you eat lunch before leaving.”

“Is that all you two do on your off days? Just fuck and eat?” Nana asked.

“Sometimes,” you said. “Gotta replenish.”

“You two are like robots,” she laughed. She stood up, before falling back on the bed.

“Help her to the shower,” you said, pushing Osamu towards her. He grunted as he stood up and offered his arm to her. She grabbed onto it graciously and they slowly made their way into the bathroom.

You grabbed your phone and went to the group chat, which was blowing up.

bokkun: ‘might fuck around and come over just to cum in your mouth’

sunarin: ‘seriously i want to see you swallow my cum like that’

uncle tsumu: ‘how tf does samu end up with two girls on his cock’

kiyo-kun: ‘didn’t you see him at the bar? he looked like he owned the place’

kiyo-kun: ‘you’re lucky i didn’t go home with him’

bokkun: ‘the way you moaned my name…’

bokkun: ‘shit i busted my nut’

bokkun: ‘let me give you a real reason to moan my name’

sunarin: ‘i smell a gangbang in the near future’

uncle tsumu: ‘^^ seconded’

sho-kun: ‘literally omw rn’

sho-kun: ‘u think i would spit in ur mouth?’

sho-kun: ‘ur right’

you: ‘literally talking to samu rn about a gangbang’

you: *photo* ‘literally so wet just thinking about it’

bokkun: ‘wet enough to take this?’ *photo*

sunarin: ‘literally no one here wants to see your dick’

uncle tsumu: ‘yeah this is for Y/n nudes only’

you: ‘well i think we should change that’

you: ‘it’s not fair if i’m the only one sending nudes’

you: ‘and i for one liked seeing bokkun’s cock’

sunarin: *photo*

you: ‘is that my libero?’

sunarin: ‘brought her back after the bar’

sunarin: ‘she’s so cute taking my cock’ *video*

sunarin: ‘but you’d be cuter’

sho-kun: ‘are we sharing nudes?’

sho-kun: *photo*

you: ‘aw, the curtains match the drapes’

sho-kun: ‘:(‘

you: ‘don’t be sad i’d still drool all over it bb’

sho-kun: ‘oh?’

uncle tsumu: *video*

you: ‘next time cum inside me’

uncle tsumu: ‘aw doll i’ll fill you up’

uncle tsumu: ‘just wait until my cock is back in you’

sho-kun: ‘atsumu-san u have a piercing?’

you: ‘a very nice one’

you: ‘feels good dragging against my walls’

kiyo-kun: *photo*

you: ‘:O’

you: ‘^^ how i’m gonna look next time i see you’

you: ‘want you in my mouth, ugh’

daddy samu: ‘if you want something in your mouth just come to the bathroom’

daddy samu: *photo*

daddy samu: ‘he misses you baby’

you: *photo*

you: ‘i miss you too daddy’

you: ‘want you in me’

sunarin: ‘send pics’

bokkun: ‘you can always come sit on my cock little girl’

you: ‘one of these days i’m gonna take you up on that’

bokkun: ‘it can always be today’

You smiled as Nana and Osamu walked back into the bedroom.

“Fuck, let me get you some clothes,” you said, hopping up. “You want Osamu’s shirt or one of mine?”

“Osamu’s,” she said. You pulled out an Onigiri Miya shirt and a pair of old shorts and handed them to her.

She pulled them on as Osamu pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and you pulled on Osamu’s t-shirt from the night before.

“Onigiri for lunch sound good?” Osamu asked. Nana nodded. “What kind do ya like?”

“Tarako,” she said.

“I’ll run down to the restaurant and grab some,” Osamu said. He pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and a shirt and threw on a hat. “I’ll be right back. I love ya, baby.”

He leaned down and pecked your lips quickly before leaving the apartment.

You grabbed a clean pair of panties and went into the bathroom. You quickly used the bathroom and washed your face before tugging the panties on and wandering to the living room, where Nana was sitting on the couch.

“I had fun,” you said, sitting next to her. “I hope this won’t make anything awkward between us.”

“Definitely not!” Nana exclaimed. “I’m just thinking about how I’m supposed to walk around knowing you’re getting the ultimate dick down every night.”

You smiled. “Well, this doesn’t have to be a one time thing,” you said. “Samu says he doesn’t like to share but he’s a liar.”

“I can tell,” she said. “You got more jealous than he did.” She playfully knocked your shoulder.

“In my defence, that’s totally Samu’s fault,” you said. “He has me spoiled, I’m not used to someone else having his attention.”

“Babe, I barely had his attention,” Nana said. “He was so focused on you the entire time. I didn’t even know a man could focus on something else with a girl on his dick.”

Your face burned hot with embarrassment.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

Osamu entered the apartment carrying a bag of food and boba.

“I forgot to ask what kind of boba ya like, so I just got ya brown sugar like Y/n,” Osamu said, setting the food and drinks on the kitchen table.

You and Nana made your way to the table. Before you could sit down, Osamu pulled you into his lap. You giggled as he kissed down your neck.

“Gross,” Nana teased, biting into her onigiri. You stuck your tongue out at her.

Osamu lifted your onigiri to your lips, feeding you sweetly.

“Thank you, baby,” you mumbled, chewing carefully.

“Anything for my baby,” Osamu said. You lifted his drink up for him to take a sip.

“You two are too cute,” Nana said, smiling widely.

She grabbed your phone and opened the camera.

“Smile!” She said. You both smiled widely as she snapped a picture. “Cute!”

You looked at the photo and quickly changed it to your phone home screen.

You ate mostly in silence, polishing off your onigiri with onion soup and brown sugar boba.

“We should do this again sometimes,” Nana said, holding her clothes from last night as she stood at the door.

“Definitely,” you said. You hugged her tightly.

“I’ll see you later,” she said, walking down the hall.

“Bye!” You called after her. Osamu waved. Once the door clicked shut, Osamu had his arms around your waist.

“I think I owe ya something,” he said, kissing down your neck. You twisted around in his arms and wrapped yours around him.

“I think you do,” you said, leaning on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jawline. He rutted his hips against yours.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Osamu said, pushing you down on the couch. He pulled your panties down and tossed them across the room.

“Wait,” you said, grabbing your phone. “Sunarin wants pictures.”

“Hold yer legs to yer chest,” he said, opening the camera. You wrapped your arms under your knees and pulled them to your chest. Osamu snapped a photo of you, groaning as he palmed himself through his shorts. He pressed two fingers into your hole, snapping another photo.

“So tight even after taking that dildo earlier,” Osamu said, scissoring open your hole. “Was it not enough fer ya, sweet girl?”

You shook your head. “Need you, daddy. Nothing’s ever enough.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. He sent the photos to the group chat and tossed your phone to the side. “Gotta be in ya.”

He pushed his shorts down just enough to free his aching cock. You moaned at the sight of his cock springing out.

“In me, in me,” you whined. He quickly lined his cock up with your entrance and thrusted into you. You both let out a long moan. He draped your legs over his shoulders and pushed your shirt up, palming your breasts.

“Already squeezin’ me so tight, ya gonna cum already?” Osamu asked, pushing in deeper with his next thrust. You shuttered as the head of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“Needed you so bad, daddy,” you moaned, reaching for his hand. He grabbed your searching hand and intertwined your fingers.

“G’head and cum, baby, it’s okay,” he said, slowly thrusting into you. You came with a moan, gushing around his cock. He leaned down and kissed you as his hips rocked steadily into you.

“I love you,” you mumbled, squeezing his hand. He smiled against your lips, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love ya, too, baby,” he said. He furrowed his brows as his cock twitched. “Not gonna last long.”

“‘S’okay,” you said. “Just want to feel you.”

Osamu bit his lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm. He closed his eyes and cried out as he spilled inside you.

“Samu, Samu, Samu,” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him down into a kiss.

“‘M sorry, baby,” he murmured, leaning his forehead against yours again.

“It’s okay,” you said, combing your fingers through his hair. You pecked his lips. “I love you.”

“I love ya,” he said. He pulled back and rearranged you so that you were sitting on his lap. He carefully slipped his cock back into you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You relaxed against him.

You grabbed your phone and opened the group chat.

you: *photo*

you: *photo*

you: *photo*

kiyo-kun: ‘i want a taste’

sunarin: ‘damn even sakusa-kun can’t hold back his thirst’

sunarin: ‘i would also like a taste’

bokkun: ‘i don’t see how that tiny little hole fit both osamu-kun and atsumu at the same time’

uncle tsumu: ‘i wanna stretch that lil hole out again’

sho-kun: ‘i wanna see that little hole stretched around my cock’

bokkun: ‘next time i wanna see her taking two cocks in her ass’

bokkun: ‘i volunteer as one of the cocks’

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

you: ‘i just started doing anal and we’re already discussing dp?’

bokkun: ‘yes’

sho-kun: ‘yes’

kiyo-kun: ‘yes’

sunarin: ‘yes’

uncle tsumu: ‘yes’

you: ‘i hate all of you’

#samu thoughts #cai writes #haikyuu smut #miya osamu #miya osamu imagines #miya osamu smut #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu miya smut #osamu miya #haikyuu #tw:threesome #tw:face slapping #tw:physical violence #only you

[expectingtofly]

Painted Nails and Pride

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internalized homophobia, john being an a**hole, bisexual dean, found family, happy ending

written for day 7 of @spnprideweek

Music boomed from the park down the street and Dean tried to focus on the newspapers spread out before him, front pages covered with news about a bear attack at a campsite a few miles west. Not actually a bear attack, of course. From the tracks they’d seen when they hiked out there yesterday, Dad's money was on wendigo.

Cheering drew his eyes from the table where he, Sam, and Dad sat outside a restaurant to the people heading down the sidewalk towards the music. Banners on streetlights along the road proclaimed that today marked Roseville's 3rd Annual Pride Parade. His eyes snagged on a group of kids his own age standing on the street corner, hugging and talking excitedly. One boy had painted nails and wore a cropped shirt that exposed his midriff. As he talked with his friends, he looked around, and his eyes met Dean’s. He smiled at him, and Dean ducked his head, face burning.

An announcer’s voice echoed down the street. “Welcome to Pride,” the voice boomed. Dean folded and unfolded the corner of the newspaper, listening to the cheering, rotating the ring on his thumb around and around.

Dad snorted, and Dean glanced up at him. Arms crossed, leaning back in his chair, he watched the proceedings with a scowl on his face. Dean studied the newspapers more intently, underlining words just to look like he was doing something productive. Part of him wanted to go down to the parade, just to see what it was all about, but that was ridiculous. Only affirmed by a derogatory comment Dad made low under his breath about the people in the street.

“Yeah,” Dean agreed verbally, jostling his leg under the table. He glanced sideways at Sam, who was giving Dad a glare. Dean gave him a look that meant, don’t start, but Sam ignored him.

“Don’t say that,” he said, and Dean froze, eyes snapping to their father. Dad pulled his eyes from the street to Sam, giving him a long, steady look.

“What?” he asked after a long moment. “You one of them?”

Sam only held his gaze for a second before it seemed his courage failed. He ducked his head. “No,” he mumbled, kicking at the table leg.

Dad stared at him for another long moment, expressionless, before turning his journal around and dropping it in front of Sam. “Shut up and make yourself useful. Sooner we figure out what’s killing these folks, sooner we can get out of this goddamn town.”

He waved down the waitress for another drink, and Dean glared at Sam, who was absently thumbed through the journal pages. Returning to his own work, he snapped one newspaper closed and opened another, skimmed an article about the victim’s family. The words didn’t really make sense in his head, though, and too soon he found himself watching the people in the street again. The boy who’d smiled at him had disappeared, though, probably watching the parade.

Finding a one-off line in an article about rumors of a strange being haunting the woods, he circled it and handed the newspaper across the table.

“Nice work,” Dad said, taking the paper, but instead of the usual warmth from his praise, Dean only felt sick.

He felt about the same now, standing in Jody’s kitchen—off to the side so he wouldn’t be in the way during the frenzied preparations to attend the Sioux Falls Pride Parade. Music played from Patience’s phone, some song he recognized from Cas constantly turning the radio dial to the pop music station. Sam helped Kaia finish a sign decorated with the lesbian flag, and Eileen signed with Alex who was learning sign language in high school. Claire sat at the table painting Jack’s nails, who wriggled in his seat excitedly.

Catching Dean’s eyes, he held up the hand Claire had finished. “Dean, look!”

Dean forced a smile. “Looks good.”

“Stay still,” Claire ordered, frowning down at Jack’s hand as she painted his pinky.

This was a bad idea, Dean thought. Jody had invited them for the week, mentioning off-hand that Sioux Fall’s pride events were going on, and Dean had pushed aside the mild panic at that comment, told her they’d come visit. He didn’t know he’d be roped into joining everyone at Pride, but here he was, feeling out of place in the corner of the kitchen. Who knew how he’d feel standing at the parade.

“Want me to do yours?” Claire asked, and Dean snapped his attention back to her. She was holding a bottle of nail polish, others lined up next to her on the table, and he froze, realizing what she was suggesting.

His first instinct was to spit out, “I’m not one of those,” but guilt rushed through him for how harsh the words sounded in his head. Defensive words, unnecessary ones because there was no threat here. He didn't mean them anyway.

Swallowing them down, he glanced around the kitchen for rescue. Cas was helping Donna pack water bottles because “It’s gonna be hot out there,” but he must’ve felt Dean’s gaze because he looked over and gave him a reassuring smile. No judgement in his eyes, or Claire's either, for that matter. He had a feeling he wouldn't find any judgement in this kitchen, which should've been a relief, but he had a hard time trusting it.

“Come on, Dean,” Jack said. “We can match!”

You can do this, Dean told himself. It's just Pride, not an Apocalypse.

He tried to smile. “Sure,” he said, going to the table and sitting down, chest tight.

He chose the color blue because it felt less ostentatious than the pinks and lilacs Claire presented to him. Even so, the color looked strikingly bright in the sunlight as he stood along the street marked off for the parade, and he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Hey,” Cas said, touching his shoulder. Dean tensed, then felt awful for his reaction, but Cas didn’t move away, only rubbed between his shoulder blades until Dean relaxed marginally. “You okay?”

Dean nodded. “Fine,” he managed. Cas gave him a small smile and leaned his head on Dean’s shoulder.

A float passed with people waving and dancing on top, a banner strung across the front declaring, “Protect Trans Kids.” Jack waved a rainbow flag around, cheering along with the crowd. Claire’s arm was wrapped around Kaia’s shoulders, a smile tugging at her mouth despite her attempts to look unbothered by the proceedings. Dean wished he could feel that nonchalant. Instead, he kept looking over his shoulder. He didn’t know exactly what threat he was looking for, but the press of the growing crowds and the heat and noise, the bright colors and waving flags everywhere he looked was making him nauseous.

Turning back to the parade, he met Sam’s eyes. “Never thought we’d both end up here, right?” Sam asked over the noise, attempting levity, and Dean wondered if he remembered sitting outside near a Pride parade, feeling so unsure. There were plenty of other instances to remember, plenty of times John made disparaging comments that Dean either pretended to not hear or agreed with out of a panic that if he wasn’t careful, they might be directed at him next.

“This is fun,” Sam commented, watching the parade, and Dean wished he could agree.

Easy for you to say, he thought. You have a girlfriend, people’ll assume you’re straight. But he felt bad for thinking it. He didn’t want Cas to move away from him—if anything, wanted him closer, wanted his arm around him. But he felt too tense to move.

A crowd of middle-aged people walked in the parade, t-shirts reading variations of MOM HUGS, DAD HUGS, GRANDPA HUGS. Dean watched as people stepped off the sidewalk and hugged the moms and dads, some crying as soon as arms wrapped around them.

Without his permission, he felt his own eyes growing teary and he ducked his head, scraped his heel on the sidewalk.

“Dammit,” Jody said. “Where can I get one of those t-shirts?”

“We gotta do that next year,” Donna decided, and Jack gave her a hug.

“You can hand out hugs without the t-shirt,” he told her, and she grinned.

“You’re right.” Lifting her arms, she announced, “Free hugs over here!” People around them laughed, and someone took her up on the offer, telling her, “You’ve got a lovely family.”

Donna beamed. “Why yes I do.” She pulled Claire into a half-hug that Claire resisted, protesting the whole time. “Come here, Sam,” she said, yanking Sam into a hug that he had to nearly fold himself in half for. Everyone else got their turn, then she turned to Dean, holding out her arms.

Dean stepped into it, wrapping his arms around her. A gentler hug, Donna rubbing his back. Dean sunk into the embrace, the chaos around him subsiding for a moment.

“We’re family now, right?” she asked, pulling away to meet his eyes, and Dean nodded. Smiling at him and patting his arm, she turned back to Jody, wrapping an arm around her.

It felt a little easier to breathe now, his chest not so tight. The crowds around them didn’t seem so threatening, just smiling people with their families like he was with his. Eileen cheered as a float passed with an Irish LGBTQ+ coalition, and Dean smiled, easier now, not forced.

Jody pulled Donna in for a kiss that turned into making out. Claire rolled her eyes. “Ew, guys, Gross.” Kaia elbowed her and Claire’s put-on air of displeasure broke into a grin as she elbowed her back. Cas nudged Dean with a small smile when a float of pink, purple, and blue streamers drove past. For a moment, Dean's chest seized, John's voice ringing in his head, but in all the noise around them, it quickly drowned out.

Pulling his hands from his pockets, he took Cas’ hand. Cas interlaced their fingers immediately, squeezing tightly, then lifted their hands and studied Dean’s nails. Dean had let Jack paint a smiley face on his pinky to match the one on Jack’s thumbs. Staring at them, he thought of a boy at Pride with painted nails, his own fears and wants tightening his chest, but then Cas looked up at him with a smile, and the memory faded into a warm glow.

“I like them,” Cas told him.

“Yeah," Dean said. "Me too.”

#spnprideweek #bluefirecas #seraphcastiel #rambleoncas #userstarry #userpris #destiel fic #pride #internalized homophobia #john's a+ parenting #established dean/cas #bisexual dean winchester #inspired by my first time at pride #:) #expectingtofly writes

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

What You Want, It’s Yours (18+)

Words: 1,646

Warnings: Smut, please DNI if under 18

Author’s Notes: Had this one brewing in my drafts for quite a while, hope you guys like it!

“What are you doing, babe?” You flinched at the pet name. Jack walked up behind you, placing a hand on your lower stomach, tickling at your skin in a playful way. He place a kiss on your shoulder blade, his lips lingering as he watched you make a cup of tea.

“Babe? Since when do we call each other babe?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the task in front of you. Jack pulled away, lifting himself to sit on the counter. You dropped the spoon and drenched tea bag in the sink before leaning against the counter and taking the first sip from your cup. You held eye contact with Jack, his gaze making you uncomfortable.

“Do you not want me to call you babe, babe?” Jack gave you a smile, but all you returned was a curt laugh, a short breath of air leaving your mouth. Realizing his joke didn’t land, he jumped down, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Sorry, I was just messing around. No pet names, got it.” You could tell he was hurt by your dismissal. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Jack; in fact, you liked him a lot. You just weren’t ready to be in a relationship and open yourself to another person yet. You weren’t sure when you were going to be ready, and it wasn’t fair to Jack to have to wait around.

“No, I’m sorry. That’s just my fear talking. I love when you call me babe.” You gave him a small smile before he pulled you in for a gentle kiss.

“Does this scare you?” He whispered, his tone gentle. He ghosted a kiss against your lips, your mouths barely touching. You shook your head.

“Is it something I can fix?” He grazed his hand against your lower back, moving down to palm your ass. You cupped his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his sunburned cheeks. “It’s not your job to fix something you didn’t break.” You pulled him in for a deeper kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth. Jack lifted you by your thighs to sit on the counter. “Take your shirt off.” You requested, breathless, your lips already missing his in the few seconds he took to remove it.

“Come back here.” Your mouths crashed again, your hands finding his hair, pulling at the curls on the nape of his neck. He pressed his fingertips into your fleshy thighs, grasping at whatever he could get his hands on. “Do you wanna-” Jack motioned to the bedroom with his eyes, leaning forward to ghost kisses against your chest, his lips brushing over the top of your bra.

“I just need two seconds.” You slid off the counter, rushing to the bathroom, and locking the door behind you. You wanted this, you wanted nothing more to be loved by Jack, to be cared for and pleasured, but the knots in the pit of your stomach were holding you back. You turned on the running water to cover up your tears as you sat down on the toilet, quietly sobbing. You didn’t even realize you had been in there that long until you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, open up.”

“Just a second, Jack, I’ll be right out.” The tears were falling freely, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Please? I just wanna talk.”

You unlocked the door, dabbing at your eyes with a tissue in a last ditch attempt to conceal your crying.

“Are you okay?” Jack sat on the edge of the tub, looking up at you.

“I really don’t know what’s wrong.” You admitted in between sobs. “I’m pushing you away, when really it’s the last thing I want. I just don’t think I know how to trust anyone anymore.”

Jack knew very little about your dating history by design. You had a string of bad relationships, the last one damaging you for a lifetime, and when Jack came into your life, you kept him at arm’s length. Much to your surprise, he was persistent in the best way possible. Taking the time to get to know you, becoming friends before coming lovers, and it wasn’t until it started getting serious that your past traumas came back to haunt you.

“I promise, I’m okay.” You gave him the most unconvincing smile you could muster, tears still streaming down your face.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” Jack stood up, holding his arms out to you. You met him the rest of the way, the strength and warmth of his hold allowing you to final relax for the first time in months. “You’re shaking”, he whispered, steadying your hand against his bare chest. “Can you stay with me, tonight?”

“Of course, baby.” You followed Jack into the bedroom, cuddling against his chest. He used his thumb to remove the wetness from your lashes. You fell asleep in his arms, Jack pulling you in tighter as he watched your eyes close.

The next morning, you awoke startled, feeling around to find that Jack was still laying next to you.

“Hey.” His voice was groggy and deep. He stretched out, returning his arms to encircle you.

“Good morning.”

“Are you okay?” You were tired of hearing that question, even if he had the purest intentions. Instead of delving into your painful history, you just wanted his hands on you.

“I want you.” Jack looked at you, confused and apprehensive.

“Y/N, if you think you owe me something for last night, you don’t.”

You crashed lips, your kiss hard and desperate. “I just want you. I don’t wanna talk, I don’t wanna think. I just want you.” You sat up, taking off your tank and bra, exposing your breasts to the cold air of the room. You laid back down, pulling Jack’s arm so he was hovering over you, his hands framing your face. Coming down to his forearm, he used his free hand to slip down underneath your panties, rubbing his fingers against your clit. You shivered at the sensation, grabbing at his side as he continued circling your sensitive bud with his index finger.

“Help me get these off.” You were breathless, your orgasm already beginning to build. You lifted your hips as Jack slid your underwear off. He gave you wet kisses against your stomach and chest, making his way down to hover just above your pussy. You let out a moan, his lips hot against your skin. He kissed your mound, your legs subconsciously opening to him. He latched onto your clit, his tongue swirling around before he applied even suction again. Your hands raked through his hair, guiding his head to the spots you wanted. You were writhing against the sheets, feeling like you were going to cum already. “Jack, fuck me. I’m not going to last much longer.” Complying immediately, he pulled his shorts down, his hardened cock springing free from his boxers. You wet your hand, lubricating your fingers as you grabbed the head of his cock, stroking him a couple of times before he teased your entrance, giving you an inch of what was to come.

He entered you slowly, allowing you to adjust as he slid into you, settling against his pelvis as you took his full length.

“Does that feel okay?” You nodded, pressing against his chest, the feeling of being this full slightly uncomfortable. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He started off slow, thrusting in and pulling almost completely out, each move of his hips a feeling of complete euphoria. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he quickened his pace. “Yes, just like that.” You edged out through gritted teeth, your focus on not losing your orgasm. “Oh, fuck me, Jack.” You moved your hand down to draw circles around your clit, clenching around Jack’s dick as you got closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop, I’m close to cuming.” His hum in acknowledgement as he focused on his pace reverberated through your body, reaching your toes. Your thighs started to shake from fatigue. Jack groaned out as his pace faltered, his thrusts staggering as he was close to his own orgasm. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You could feel his balls twitch against your body. “Don’t cum inside of me, you’re not wearing a condom.” Jack pulled out, stroking the head of his cock a couple of times as he came in his hand, some of it dripping down onto your stomach. He collapsed besides you, kissing your shoulder as he steadied his breath.

You got up to walk to the bathroom and find a towel to clean yourself off with. “Are you okay?” You chuckled, rolling your eyes, knowing he couldn’t see your discomfort with his question. “I really wish you would stop asking me that.” You laid back down on the bed, covering yourself with the blanket. You turned away from him, resting your head against your headboard.

“Do you want to be together?” Jack drew circles on your arm with his fingertips. He was afraid of losing you, but if being together wasn’t what you wanted, he wanted to bow out before both of you got hurt. Your turned to face him, grabbing his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers. You massaged his knuckles with your free hand. “More than anything.”

“Ok, then you have to let me in. I know you’re scared, but I’m here for you 100%. You let me in, and you can have all of me, everything.” He kissed your knuckles, his breath hot against your hand.

“I know, I’ll work on it. That’s all I can promise you right now. Is that enough for you?”

“That’s more than enough for me.”

“I truly want you to have all of me too, Jack.”

“I know, babe.”

You smiled, blushing at the pet name. “I really like when you call me that.”

#jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackharlow #jack harlow concepts #jackman harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

[its-deputy-caleb]

hellllooooo amigo

so I was wondering if you could write a lil fic about Micah mentioning his birthday is soon but not expecting anyone to care about it but then the reader surprises him with a present and Micah’s like :O

I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for the past week lmao but if it ain’t your thing or if you’ve done something similar before then don’t worry about it my g :)

howdyy amigo <33 so i had all these good ideas and then i was writing and the creative block hit HARD so i high key hate this and its a mess but i hope i pulled through in the end and i kinda went a little off topic but oops enjoy anyway :0

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You never really gave a thought to Micah’s birthday. Not because you didn’t want to celebrate it but simply because he never mentioned it to you. It wasn’t really a tradition to celebrate a gang members birthday although the group would never pass up a chance for drinking. Mostly those celebrations were reserved for big scores.

For some of the special members of the gang however, there were celebrations. On Dutch’s the whole gang would practically feast and party for the entire week and for Miss Grimshaw Javier would perform while Sean gave a right old toast. Dutch even insisted on a party for Molly and you laughed at Karen and Mary Beth who whined the entire night about “Miss fancy pants needing her own royal party”.

Of course even for the other members you’d notice when it was their birthday. You’d seen when close friends of Arthur leave gifts beside your own at his tent and for Jack’s birthday John and Abigail tolerated each other enough to spoil the boy with gifts surrounded by family.

That’s why you thought it was rather odd when Micah, your sweetheart never told you about his birthday. You thought he may have damn well forgot it when you overheard him one night with Bill.

He was mumbling into a bottle of whiskey, half on his way to passing out when he mentioned he was getting too old with another birthday coming up in a few days. Of course the bastard wouldn’t tell you, for all his boasting he’d never been one for parties or celebrating.

So with that in mind you spent the rest of the night formulating a plan to at least celebrate his birthday between the two of you.

-

You’d learnt from Bill the next morning, who wasn’t nearly half as drunk (or hungover) as Micah that his birthday was in exactly three days.

So that left you with three days to formulate just how you’d surprise the man you’d come to love so dearly for his birthday.

Coming up with a celebration was relatively easy— he wasn’t one for crowds, he enjoyed your company and only yours alone and he loved a good whiskey so naturally you’d take him away from the gang’s camp and head down to the Dakota river for the night.

It was finding a good gift that had you tearing your hair out. It was hard trying to find something that would be personal enough for Micah to appreciate when the man in question held few personal belongings, and naturally a new revolver was completely out of the question.

-

You decided to give up on your mission to find him a gift after nearly chewing Swanson’s ear off for singing while you were trying to think and rethink your gift.

So with a new formed headache you headed into valentine to purchase a nice and rather expensive whiskey for tomorrow night.

On your way out of the general store you noticed a beautiful Dutch Warmblood horse trot into the stable behind his owner. The horse had a large white spot over his leg and it couldn’t’ help but remind you of Baylock.

Bingo.

Smiling to yourself you put the whiskey in your saddle bag and walked into the stables to buy Micah his birthday gift, one you’re sure he’s going to love more over any new jacket or gunbelt.

-

Micah’s day went about relatively normally for the most part, waking up together with a kiss and a coffee but you couldn’t help be slightly more affectionate than usual.

You’d spent most of the day together, Micah talking with you while you did chores and you talking with him while he (reluctantly) sat on guard duty. All the normal things about the day went on and you kept your secret until the sun was just about to dip over the mountain.

Micah was leaning against a tree, sharpening his knife when you came up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You played with the ends of his hair, taking in the sight of him as he holstered the knife and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve got something for you.”

You leant forward and placed a soft kiss to his cheek, smiling against his skin at the curious sound he made.

“Hmm? You sure that something isn’t right here in front of me sweetheart?”

You giggle softly as Micah tries to pull you in closer for a proper kiss, deciding to indulge in his wishes for once. It was his birthday after all.

Pulling away from the surprisingly tender kiss, you give him a gentle smile as you untangle yourself from his arms.

“Common, let me show you.”

You take Micah by the hand, almost dragging him to the other side of camp by the horses which drew the attention from a few of the gang members but you didn’t have a care in the world as anticipation grew.

Leading him over to Baylock who is newly saddled, you watched as Micah stared blankly at it before tentatively bringing a hand up to feel over the soft premium leather.

The saddle was all black to match Baylock’s coat with white inlay in the seat and silver on the horn. All of it was the finest quality at your request and even the bedroll was a finer cotton than most.

Micah couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face and he turned to you looking like a kid on Christmas.

“You get this for little old me?”

Your own smile matched his as you wrapped your arms back around his neck once more.

“Well I thought since you’d never ever want another revolver and there isn’t much more you love than those guns and Baylock that you’d want a new saddle for him.”

Micah brought you in for a tight hug after that, managing to lift you slightly as you clung to him for dear life. He looked up at you from your new position.

“Sweetheart there ain’t nothing I love more than I do you—“

He sets you back on the ground, leaning in for a kiss but letting your noses bump and your foreheads touch.

“—worth more to me than any ol’ revolver, I love you.”

You close the gap between the two of you, melting into each other as you feel just how much Micah is in love with you.

“I love you too Mikey, and happy birthday— do you like it?”

The look you give him is one of hope and he can’t help but nod and wrap his arms tighter around your waist.

“Course I like it, but yer didn’t need to pay for this. Looks real fancy.”

Micah looked over the saddle once more, his eyes beaming as he saw how well it complemented Baylock’s coat. He was impressed, of course by the gift but because you had cared enough to get it for him and it only confirmed the feelings he had for you.

“Who says I paid for it?”

You saw Micah smirk at your comment and give a low evil laugh.

“That’s my sweetheart I know and love.”

Of course this time you had paid for the saddle, one of the few items you were willing to pay for but that didn’t mean the two of you didn’t steal practically everything else.

You pull away from Micah and hoist yourself up onto Baylock’s saddle, holding your hand out to a very confused looking Micah.

“Common you, I’ve got a nice bottle of whiskey and two glasses waiting for us.”

-

Down by the river you and Micah were perched up on a large rock that was floating in some shallow water by the river bank. You’d hidden the glasses and whiskey in a tree and the two of you were now laughing together as you drank through it slowly.

Your head was resting under his chin while his arm that wasn’t holding his glass was draped over your shoulder. The moonlight reflecting off the water was more than enough for the two of you to see as he topped up your glass for you.

“Gosh so how old are you now?”

Your words were light and charismatic, the two of you giggling about all sorts of things that night. Micah looked up in contemplation, humming as if he was trying to remember.

“Ehh must be close to forty now— thirty nine I think.”

You whistled, only to cut yourself off with a small laugh as you raised the glass to your mouth.

“You are getting old Mr.Bell, the next thing you know I’ll be able to outshoot you.”

“Sweetheart you can already outshoot me…”

Despite the lighthearted tone of the conversation, you noticed how Micah got uncharacteristically quiet.

“Micah? Are you alright?”

You sit up to face Micah, noticing the flush on his cheeks which wasn’t the fault of the whiskey and the way his attention was on sloshing the liquid in the glass.

“I am gettin’ old sweetheart, at least in terms o’ outlaws—“

“Micah what are you saying?”

You stare at him confused, completely unprepared for what he says next.

“— ‘m saying that i love you and yer the only one I’d ever wanna grow old with.”

Your eyes widen, in fear? in hope? You weren’t quite sure, maybe it was shock at the fact Micah Bell had said he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

“B-but I thought you didn’t want redemption!? I thought you never wanted to leave the gang, this life!”

Micah shakes his head, putting down your glasses and taking his hands in yours as he squeezes them to reassure himself more than anything.

“I didn’t— I don’t. Oh hell I don’t know what I want but I would throw it all away for you, if its what you wanted.”

He seems to regain some of his confidence after a deep breath and he waves his hands in front of you as he tries to formulate what he wants to say.

“Ya’know have a house and all that…”

You smile gently, your heart melting at the thought that Micah would give up everything for you. You lean forward, taking his hands and threading your fingers before kissing him.

The kiss depends as you momentarily forget where you are and you both start to let your hands wander lower over each other until Micah knocks the glass of whiskey over.

Pulling back from where you’d almost crawled on top of him, you smile sheepishly and sit back down on the rock. This time you sit between Micah’s legs so his arms can rest in your lap and his head can rest on your shoulder.

“Well a house and all that can wait since I’m perfectly happy growing old with you robbing and thieving our way across the plains.”

Your head rests against his own as you feel him litter soft kisses over your shoulder and neck.

“Sounds like something I could get used to.”

Micah whispers his words against your skin and the two of you enjoy the peace and each other’s company. Your hand gives his own a reassuring squeeze, letting your eyes close as you relax and listen to the sound of the river flowing.

“As long as I have you and get to celebrate a hundred more birthdays with you, I’ll be the happiest person in the world.”

Micah squeezes your hand back, sitting up so you could get comfortable against his chest as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“Not sure ‘bout a hundred but you have me for as long as this world lets me darlin’”

You hum sleepily, getting closer and closer to sleep as you listen to his gravelly voice.

“Promise?”

“I Promise”

#i dont even know what this is #warning: unedited af #micah bell #micah bell x reader #micah bell imagine #gn!reader #rdr2 #rdr2 writing #rdr2 headcanons #red dead redemption 2 #THE WRITERS BLOCK HITTT #😩😩😩

[smurphyse]

Over Your Shoulder

Smurphyse - Masterlist

Want to read ahead on ao3 or want to read the tags/warnings? Read it here.

Chapter 19: Secrets, Lies, and Half-Truths

Summary: Spencer and Jasper go through a difficult day as it becomes clearer they've changed over the years.

Notes: CW: Mentions of torture CW: Drugging people

Somewhere Off the Coast of Florida - 17 Years Ago

“C’mon kid,” Jack prodded, lifting the spoon from the bowl for what felt like the millionth time. “Just a few more bites.”

“Not hungry,” she grumbled, pushing his hand away from her. Jack hissed as the broth sloshed out of the plastic utensil and onto his hand. Plopping the spoon back in the bowl, he set it down on the bedside table and sighed.

“It won’t always be like this. When you graduate, this kinda stuff won’t happen to you anymore.”

“No, I’ll just be the one punching kids and drugging them,” she sneered, adjusting the sling her right shoulder rested in. Her shoulder ached with any movement, having been dislocated in another one of her sodium pentathol sessions. As always, she remembered nothing up until the moment she woke up in her bunk with Jack by her side, the stupid asshole feeding her broth and water like an… asshole.

“Just give him what he wants and he’ll stop,” Jack said quietly, threading his hands together in his lap. He looked haunted, staring down at his bruised and bloodied knuckles, and she knew that he was the one who’d tortured her.

“I can’t remember what he wants, Jack,” she pointed out, and he nodded. He looked up at her own smashed face. Blood had dried in her nostrils, her left eye swollen shut and her lip split at the corner, not to mention how many other bruises and cuts she had on her body.

“Just keep it in mind.”

“You better ice those knuckles, put some Neosporin on ‘em.” She pointed a finger toward them, and he laid them flat on his thighs, flexing them out and glaring at his own hands, like they held something dark and horrible. She supposed they did. “Can’t let those beatin’ hands of yours get infected.”

“Just keep it in mind, kid,” Jack stood and headed for the door, but he turned back and looked at her sadly.

“I love you,” he said matter-of-fact, nodding to himself.

“I don’t love you, Jack,” she snarled, and he smiled bitterly.

“I know. Just thought you should know why it’s me they make do this.”

And then he was gone, and she was alone again.

Jasper’s Apartment - Present Day

Spencer dreamed about waffles.

Every time he’d eaten waffles in his adult life passed through his mind. He vaguely recalled the dreams, all but one passing through his unconscious in a blur. The morning after meeting Jasper stuck in his mind like a hook.

He saw her standing there, leaning against a building and smoking yet another one of those damned cigarettes, smiling at him and lighting his heart on fire for the first time. He sat through a torturous three hours at Moe’s as she did it again and again. Each time she smiled it killed him a little more, and every time she laughed at one of his stupid jokes he just wanted to kiss her.

She made a waffle house and he made a pancake hut, and for the first time in a really long time he had been happy.

He could even smell waffles.

Groaning and twisting under the covers, Spencer reached out to feel for Jasper, but he couldn’t find her. He turned and twisted on his side and grumbled to himself, coming face to face with Booger. He gave an annoyed sigh when Spencer sat up.

“Where’s your mom?” he asked, but Booger didn’t budge, just turned away and ignored him. Spencer frowned at the dog and whipped the covers off them both. Booger jumped off Jasper’s bed and went straight to his own, nosing under the little blanket and plopping down with a huff.

Spencer shook his head at him, then pulled on his boxers and walked out of Jasper’s bedroom, cautiously making his way into the living room. He could hear Jasper singing along to music as the sizzling of bacon blessed his ears, the fresh scent of waffles and syrup lingering in the air as he hid around the corner just to listen.

“‘I called my doctor on the telephone

‘Help me doctor, there's something wrong

I can't shake it, it's gone too far’

He said, ‘Tell me what your symptoms are’”

The pan sizzled anew as Spencer crept into the doorway of the kitchen, his tattered soul piecing itself back together as he laid eyes on her.

She wore his Caltech sweater and a pair of red panties as she swayed and sang, moving her spatula from griddle to pan. Her hair was piled into a messy bun at the base of her neck, showing just enough that he wanted to pull her into his arms and plant his lips there.

"’I said 'My hands are sweaty and my knees are weak

I can't eat and I can't sleep

It's turning me every way but loose’

He said, ‘It sounds like love's got a hold on you

No doubt, love's got a hold on you'"

Booger barked behind him, forcing Spencer to pull his eyes from this glorious sight and glare down at the dog. Booger squinted back, but his tail wagged softly as he watched Spencer watching him.

“Boys,” Jasper laughed, clapping her hands together and they both broke to look at her. She was smiling, leaning on one hip with her spatula in her hand, looking just like that girl from his dream as the warm sunlight pouring through the windows lit her curls aflame in the morning light. Add in the sleepy eyes and the cuffed sleeves, she looked just like that girl from that morning that changed his life so many years ago.

“Good morning,” she drawled, finally breaking him of the spell, so he stepped into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Good morning,” he replied, leaning down and kissing her. She tasted like syrup, and he licked along her bottom lip to taste more. She moaned quietly as he did, lacing her arms around his neck.

“Mmm,” she sighed after a moment, trying to pull away, but he held her hips tightly to his own. “Stick, the waffles.”

“Fuck the waffles,” Spencer told her, kissing her again. She pecked his lips once more before turning in his arms anyway, reaching out to flip the waffle onto a plate and turn off the burner.

She moved for the coffee pot next, ignoring Spencer clinging to her and kissing her neck as she did. Pouring him a cup and topping hers off, Jasper set the pot back on the burner and took a sip.

“You look good like this,” he whispered against the back of her neck. She laughed softly, and it vibrated through his chest pressed against her back.

“Like what?”

“In your underwear… my sweatshirt,” he kissed her neck wetly, and she shivered beneath his touch in spite of the heat from the stove. He kissed her a few more times as she set down her cup and moved to finish plating their breakfast. “Cooking breakfast… you’re perfect.”

“You’re just easy to please.” Jasper pushed him off her and grabbed both their plates, nodding in the direction of her living room. Spencer took them from her and walked ahead, setting them down on the little dining table she had set up in front of the big bay windows, Booger trailing close behind them.

They sat and ate, chatting quietly as the sun continued to rise and their coffee grew cold. She was beautiful, absolutely stunning as she shoved bite after bite into her mouth, those Marines habits hardly fading even after all this time.

A delicate suncatcher hung from the window frame, small plates of cubic zirconia held together by thin gold wires. Spencer reached out and tapped one of the pieces, smiling as it made a tinkling noise that echoed through the room.

“I like this. Where’d you get it?”

“My storage unit,” Jasper said as she shoveled a forkful of waffles into her mouth, chewing and swallowing before she spoke again. “My mom used to make them when we needed extra cash. This is the only one I have.”

“If you just went and visited her, you could probably get another,” Spencer offered, but she shook her head.

“I haven’t talked to my mother in over twenty years, Stick. Don’t plan on starting now.”

“What about Aysha?”

“I met her once, when she was an infant. I think she was a week old?” Jasper shrugged, but the sadness that washed over her features was too prevalent for it to not matter to her. “She was so small, I swear I could fit her in my palm.”

When she talked about her past, her family, her accent was stronger. It was almost like the only thing keeping it alive was her family and her connection to them. Spencer wondered how much thicker it was when she was young. It was nowhere near as strong as it was when they met fifteen years ago, so he could only imagine the southern drawl she’d had so long ago.

“You never saw her again?”

Jasper shook her head, scrunching up her face before opening her eyes again, “Not up close, no… but when she drove to college I may have followed her and my parents up there.”

“You stalked your sister?” Spencer asked, laughing lightly.

“You call it stalking,” she grinned, pointing her fork at him, “I call it making sure my worthless mom got her there safe.”

Spencer flinched, and Jasper’s eyes widened, “Shit, Stick, that’s not what I meant.” “Yeah it is,” he said, chewing on his cheek. “Your drug addict mom can’t be trusted.”

“Yeah. It is what I meant,” Jasper nodded. “I’m not talking about all addicts, I’m talking about her. Aysha’s too good for her, for all of us. She just deserves so much better than I got.”

“Your mom cleaned up, right? She’s better now? I know sobriety sources aren’t easy to come by on the reservation.” he asked hesitantly, hoping that if Jasper’s been following her family, albeit from afar, she might know how her mother’s been keeping up on her sobriety.

Jasper cocked her head and squinted at him. She set her fork down and threaded her fingers together under her chin as she watched him.

“You talked to Luke about me,” she said cooly, and Spencer blanched as a cool rush of goose flesh rose on his arms and neck. His heart dropped into his stomach as he took in the blank expression on her face.

She was unreadable, his soft warm Jasper replaced by a mask he only saw when she was in the interrogation room… or under fire… or in danger of bodily harm.

“It’s okay. I should’ve known you would… eventually.” She cleared her throat and frowned. He didn’t know what to say, and his heart hammered in his chest as her dark eyes bored into his.

“So?” she asked impatiently, raising her eyebrows. “What did he tell you?”

“Uhm,” he started, looking down at his hands and biting on his lip. They were shaking, his whole body was. He dared to look back up at her, expecting to see that cool rage once more, but she just seemed sad, her eyes welling with tears and her chin wobbling.

“What did he say, Spencer?” she asked shakily.

He still couldn’t answer her, his mouth hanging open as he simply stared at her. Jasper had enough, slapping her hands down on the table and standing.

She paced back and forth for a moment, tugging on her fingers and thinking. Spencer stood and reached out to her. She stopped in her tracks as his palms smoothed over shoulders, sighing and leaning into his touch. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her temple.

“Why are you still here?” she asked quietly, and she sounded so small and scared Spencer’s arms tightened around her instinctually.

“I told you,” he whispered in her ear, and she shivered in his embrace. “I love you, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Love isn’t enough and you know it.”

“I trust you,” he said, though pieces of him weren’t sure he meant it. He wanted to trust Jasper, wanted to trust that everything she did had a reason, that everything she lied about was to keep him safe from some danger that was real, maybe only to her, but real nonetheless.

“I have to go,” she said suddenly, pulling out of his arms and heading for the bedroom. Spencer frowned and followed her inside.

She rifled through her closet as he sat on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands together. He wanted to speak, opening his mouth and subsequently shutting it again with a snap, but he couldn’t. Something felt shifted, wrong, but she hadn’t asked him to leave.

Jasper pulled a modest black dress and heels out of the closet, then moved to the dresser and pulled out some black tights, underwear and a bra. She laid them out on the bed next to him as she avoided his gaze.

“Jasper,” he pleaded softly, reaching out and touching her arm. She jumped as she looked over at him. “Where are you going?”

“It’s Sunday,” she whispered, then tugged the sweatshirt off and put on the bra.

"Sunday?"

Jasper slipped her panties off and switched them out for the black ones, then pulled the dress on over. As she set one foot on the bed to unspool her tights, Spencer reached out and ran his fingers over the scar on her thigh.

She looked over at him, her eyes wide and frightened as he asked, "You still go to church?"

"Mass," she said sharply, but she didn't pull away. "I need to go to confession."

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong."

Jasper smiled bitterly, her eyes swimming with tears, "Everything I have ever done was wrong, Stick… except for this, except for you."

"Jasper-," he began, but she cut him off, slipping her thigh over his lap and straddling him. His arms automatically wrapped around her waist as hers slid around his shoulders.

“I’m good at my job,” she said solemnly, “and they picked me for a reason. I don’t hesitate, I follow orders, I do good work. I have no problem killing people and I never have.”

Spencer watched her closely, her dark eyes far away as she thought. “I’m not a good person, no matter what you say. You have this… faith in me that I don’t deserve, but I’m tryin’ like hell to be what you think I am.”

“Who I know you are, Jasper,” he said firmly, “I know that you’re good. I know you want to be. I also know life hasn’t given you much choice.”

Jasper laughed darkly, but her arms tightened around his neck, clinging to him as she bared a piece of herself. She was trusting him, he tried to remind himself despite the hesitation he felt knowing more about her darkness. He did want to know her darkness, just like she wanted to know his… hers just seemed so much scarier than his could ever be.

“I ruined me, Spencer. I can blame it on my momma for leaving me, my daddy for beating me, Jack for dyin’ on me, on Sammy…,” she swallowed thickly, but that bitter smile was still plastered on her face. “…but in the end I did this to myself.”

"Sam," Spencer shook his head, “You used to say his name in your sleep.”

Spencer’s memories bubbled through his mind… of Jasper, waking up screaming and crying with his name still on her lips, whimpering in her sleep, wake up Sammy, wake up please, and don’t leave me, Sam and the worst one of them all, please Daddy, stop!

“Of course I did,” Jasper chuckled, cocking her head, “He asked me to marry him, and then he died, just like Jack.”

“What happened to Jack, Jasper?” Spencer asked, and she looked at him slowly, her dark eyes filled to the brim with grief.

“I killed him,” she told him, but it wasn’t the truth… he knew that much.

“Luke said you didn’t see what happened to him.”

“Fucking Luke,” Jasper muttered, swiping a hand down her face and shaking her head. “I got him killed, how about that?”

“I don’t think he’d agree with you, because I sure as hell don’t.”

“Then you’re both idiots, just like I always knew you were.”

That familiar pang of regret and jealousy wormed its way back into his chest whenever Jack came into the conversation. It was ridiculous to resent a dead man, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Here she was, almost twelve years later, grieving over the man she told him she didn’t want, and all he could do was support her through it.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and he meant it. She had lost so much, so much had been taken from her… her mother, Sam, Jack, and God only knew how many fellow servicemen and allies in between. No wonder she trusted nobody, hid herself so much and so far from the surface… she had lost so many parts of herself to violence and abuse.

“I saw his body,” Jasper nodded, but her eyes were far away.

“He really loved you, Jazz.”

“I need to go to confession,” was all she said as she stood from his lap. She sniffled as she began to roll her tights up her leg.

“Sweetheart?” he asked, leaning forward to get her to look at him, but she wouldn’t. He stood and began to put on his own clothes, ignoring the confused look she shot him as he did. “I’m going with you.”

“You’re going to mass?” she asked incredulously, and he nodded. “Spencer, you don’t have to.”

“I want to. You said you wanted to settle down, right? Well, for Irish Catholics that’s finding a church. As the boyfriend of an Irish Catholic, I’m here to support you.”

“I don’t need you to support me at church, honey,” she said, her voice still wavering, but it made him smile. He loved her pet name for him.

“Too bad, I’m going.”

“Spence-,” she started but he waved a hand at her.

“You see my darkness and love it, right?” he asked, and she nodded hesitantly. “I see yours, and I love you too.”

He loved her, not it. He may not trust her completely, but he did love her through and through.

She sees my darkness and loves it.

It was time he made good on his promise to do the same.

Somewhere in England, a Cottage by the Sea - 11 Years Ago

Jasper poured a cup of coffee as she stood in the kitchen, bundled up in long underwear, wool socks, a wool sweater, and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The cottage was cold as fuck, but she wasn't there to worry about herself.

She poured a second one, put the pot back, tucked the ends of the blanket under her armpits and grabbed the mugs by the handles. Carefully, she made her way out to the porch, watching the hot liquid as it sloshed around the rim, narrowly avoiding taking a hot shot of joe to the stomach as she tripped on the threshold.

"I'm using a cane and I can walk better than you," Jack snarked from his spot on the soft couch they had set up on the screened in porch.

His busted leg was perched up on an ottoman as he sat back stiffly on the cushions. He insisted his stomach was feeling better, the pain and aching an unfortunate side effect of being impaled by shrapnel, but the way he was sitting told her he was lying.

"Mind yourself, Jack, I might trip and spill this all over you."

"I might be sitting down but I can still kick your ass, kid."

"Shut up and take this," she sniped, handing him his cup and sitting down beside him.

They both liked the cold, years spent in the desert lending them to being more than a bit wary of the heat. It held too many memories.

Jasper snuggled closer to Jack, maneuvering his big arm around her and settling her head on his chest. He was warm, his body still well-muscled despite three months of mostly bed rest and sleeping.

Jack insisted they come to England to recuperate. He had told her about this place way back in their Church days, before they put Eli away and left DC, before her first tour to Iraq. He had talked about it like it was a fairytale, not the cold breezy shack it actually was.

Jasper spent the last three months fixing the cottage, having healed faster in their month in the hospital than Jack, because according to him she was 'made of tougher stuff' than he was.

She had redone the floors, polishing them replacing boards where needed, which was in most places. She insulated the walls, having a hell of a time lifting and tossing the sledgehammer with her chest still healing. A few coats of paint, a shower replacement and a few updated appliances later, it was a cozy home, albeit still cold as fuck.

They liked it that way.

His leg was out of its cast finally, but still stiff and sore to walk around on. He had a hard time sitting up for long periods of time, but slowly he was getting better at it.

"You were right," she sighed, breathing in the comforting scent of his body wash. "I do like it here."

"Told you so," he chided, then took a long drag off his mug and winced. "Why do you make coffee like we're still in Iraq?"

"More it looks like motor oil the better it is," she shrugged.

He drank it anyways, content to hold her and watch the sea like they often did in the mornings. His thumb rubbed soothing circles into her arm, gently squeezing here and there like he had to remind himself she was still next to him.

The seagulls chirped and cawed as they circled the waves, the rushing of the tides lulling them both into a wondrous complacency Jasper hadn't felt in a long time.

"I love you," she found herself saying, and for the first time she realized just how much it was true. She had always maintained her love for Jack was simply platonic, never allowing herself to believe it might be more than that. Maybe it wasn’t, but it was love, even if it wasn’t her childhood idea of it. Then again, no love she’d had felt like she expected it to.

After Sam, after Spencer, Jasper didn't want to think of love. Her love for both of them had been so different from the other, and her love for Jack was too. It was different, easier, built on something terrifying and painful, but it was there and it was real.

"I know," he whispered, then kissed the top of her head. "I always knew, Jasper. You didn't have to tell me."

"I wanted to. I think I have for a long time."

"My real name is John Ramsey," he said quietly, the rush of the sea taking its small echoes and swallowing it into the ether.

Jasper's chest swelled with pride as she smiled against his chest, "You trust me?"

"I trust you," he told her, squeezing her again, harder this time.

Jasper sat up and stuck out her free hand, criss-crossing her legs and grinning at him. He looked at her like she was a dork, but he clasped her hand in his.

"Nice to meet you, John."

He shook her hand with a slow smile. "Nice to meet you, Shawnee."

"You should marry me, Jack," she said, gripping onto his hand and looking him dead in the eye.

"You're such a dick," he frowned, shaking his head.

"What?"

He set down his coffee cup on the side table and reached into his coat pocket with a shaky hand. He pulled out a small black box and popped it open. A circular diamond sat in the velvet, it's gold band with intricate vines encasing it protectively. It was simple, beautiful and strong, just like Jack.

"I've had this in my pocket since we left Germany," Jack said, his eyes glimmering in gray light. "I thought I lost you in Iraq and it was the worst thirty seconds of my life, kid.

"I can't get down on one knee, because I won't be able to get up, but if you really want to marry me, you'll take this ring and put it on your finger," he said, his voice light and full of such emotion it rocked her back into the cushions. "I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, whether you say yes or not. I'm with you till the end, baby. I hope you know that. Your friendship isn’t less to me, if that's all you want."

"Where will we go?" Jasper asked quietly. "We can't hide out here forever."

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Texas," she smiled, and he smiled back. "Get us a big house and a big yard. Some chickens and goats… a couple of kids."

"Is that a yes?" Jack asked, his brown eyes so full of hope and happiness, Jasper felt a tear roll down her cheek.

"Yes," she grinned, but she held out her pointer finger. "but I have one… stipulation of sorts."

"What kinda stipulation, baby?" he asked softly. He reached out and brushed back some of her hair, looking like he was worried she might give him bad news.

"Don't ever call me Shawnee again," Jasper told him. He started to laugh as she spoke, coming from deep in his belly. "And don't make me call you John. We're not those people anymore."

"Deal," he chuckled, and Jasper held her hand out flat so he could slide the ring on her finger.

It fit perfectly. Jack always did his research, even on things he didn't think would work out.

Jasper decided the only way she would take it off was if Death herself came and pried it off her cold, bloodied hand.

They might be alone, but at least they were alone together.

St. Christopher’s Church, Washington, DC - Present Day

They stopped by Spencer’s so he could change. He stepped out of his room in a nice suit with a black tie, his loafers shining in the morning light, and Jasper smiled.

She knew Spencer had no faith in God… Hell, she didn’t have much herself at times. She liked going to mass, lighting a candle for Jack and everyone else she’d loved and lost over the years, and going to confession.

The fact that Spencer wanted to go with her after her upset earlier and despite his lack of interest in religion… It meant the world to her.

Telling him about Sam, albeit not all about what happened to Sam, was freeing to her. She meant it when she said she would one day tell him everything, and little by little she wanted to make sure that happened.

He trusted her. She was trying to be deserving of that trust.

Jasper’s hands itched in anticipation as they entered the church. She had fully expected to feed Spencer and send him home this morning, not have him coming to mass with her. As much of a safe haven this place had become for her since coming back to DC, mass wasn’t just her place to repent… it was a drop for information from her new team… and members of her old one.

She spotted Wren in a back pew on the side of the church as she and Spencer slipped into one in the back. He cocked his head at her when he saw Spencer, but she let her eyes slide past him, as Spencer’s knowing gaze would latch onto the least bit of recognition in hers.

The service was nearly over, Father Murphy wrapping up his sermon, speaking about local donations and events that were coming up. As he led them in a final prayer, Jasper moved to her knees in the pew to bow her head while Spencer respectfully did the same.

As she always did when she came here, she thought about her family back in Louisiana, about Jack and Taqib, about Sam and Aysha and Deena and Matthias. She thought about the lives she’d wanted for them, the life she wanted for herself.

That pathetic little girl inside her couldn't help it and longed for the day she could introduce Spencer to her parents, to Aysha… how much her mother would like him, how Matthias wouldn’t trust him, but eventually he’d come around. Aysha, the bright happy girl she was, would wrap her arms around his neck and hug him… he’d hug her back…

They could be a real family, but Jasper had doubts that it was meant to be.

As sure as she was that one day she’d tell Spencer everything, Jasper didn’t think she could ever go back home, not after everything that happened.

She motioned the Sign of the Cross as she stood, then she and Spencer followed the other parishioners out of the pews. They chatted quietly, awkwardly, still reeling from the emotional vulnerability she had unleashed on him this morning.

Father Murphy approached them with a smile, his arms spread wide for Jasper to hug him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him tightly, relishing in the familiarity of her old Church teammate. He was a big man, muscular with a wide nose and a face lined from grinning over the years.

Since Jasper destroyed the program, Frank had reinvented himself as a priest, the profession he found himself excelling at in prison. Before Eli had taken him, Frank had denounced his former life of addiction and violence in exchange for his eternal soul… and Eli spent years trying to take it back from him.

“I’ve been waiting for the day that Jasper got herself a boyfriend,” he chuckled. He kissed Jasper on the cheek as he let go of her, reaching out his hand for Spencer to take while Jasper shot him an unamused glare.

“I’ve been waiting for the day she let me be her boyfriend,” Spencer quipped, and now it was his turn to receive her glare.

“Frank, this is Spencer,” she introduced him grumpily, “Spencer this is Father Frank Murphy. Frank and I served together.”

A half-truth, but not a complete lie. Baby steps.

They both nodded politely at one another, shook hands firmly and then let go. Spencer put a protective hand on the small of her back as Frank looked him up and down approvingly.

“What do you do, Spencer?”

“I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI,” Spencer nodded awkwardly, sucking his lip between his teeth like he always did when he was nervous.

Frank’s eyebrow raised and he looked to Jasper, “Workplace romance?”

Jasper ignored his surprised look, the one that screamed, what the fuck are you doing? He was in no position to judge or worry about her, but she knew when she went into confessional she was going to get an earful.

“Mmm,” Jasper grunted, shrugging off the awkwardness she felt as best she could, but both Frank and Spencer could read it on her like she was an open book.

“Ready to confess your sins, child?” Frank smirked at her, and Jasper chuckled bitterly.

“How much time you got?” she asked, then turned to Spencer. “You’ll be okay for a while?”

He nodded, then thrust his thumb over his shoulder toward a group of red hat ladies that were sizing him up like a turkey dinner, “I think I caught a few eyes to keep me busy.”

Jasper followed Frank back to his office, stealing one last look at Spencer as he was surrounded by a group of old ladies in purple and red. She smiled to herself, then let Frank shut the door behind her.

The office was domed, beautiful white marble with red tapestries and oak finishings. The large intricate desk in the center of the office was the last thing to draw the eye, but it was the most exquisite piece. It’s carved portraits of St. Christopher trailing down the legs and across the trim. He was patron saint of travelers, and Frank had often told her that he believed St. Christopher watched them on their many travels around the world.

He nodded, rounding the desk in the center of the room. He pulled a key from around his neck and unlocked the desk, and then she heard the clicking of a safe lock. Frank opened it, pulled something out, then shut it again.

“Are you sure you want this?” Frank asked solemnly, hoping to find doubt in her eyes, but she knew there was none.

“I need to know what I said, Frank.”

“Eli was looking for your biggest fears during those sodium pentathol sessions. Are you really telling me that you don’t know what they are?”

Jasper watched him with wide eyes, because she did know what she was most afraid of…

“Jack’s the one beating you in these. They made him beat you, Jasper. Are you sure this is what you want your last memory of him to be?”

“My last memory of Jack is seeing his crispy bloodied body on an autopsy slab, Frank,” she said, boring a hole into the desk with her eyes as the memory surfaced. “He was all curled up, covered in cuts and bruises, half his hair missing… he tried to drag himself out of the flames, but the fumes choked him before he could. Him alive, even beating me, would be better than that."

He nodded, then reached over the desk and held out his hand. She reached hers out and he dropped something into her palm.

Jasper turned the little flash drive over in her hand, the hard plastic casing shining under the fluorescent lights. It held her secrets, her biggest fears, all the things that Eli had done to her under sedation that she couldn’t remember.

“Did you watch your videos?” she asked quietly.

Frank chewed on his lip before speaking, “Yeah, I did. I watched yours too after I raided the Church servers. I watched everyone’s, just in case. You got it the worst.”

Jasper looked up at him, surprised. She knew she’d had it bad, Eli’s obsession with her meaning she bore the brunt of a lot of his rage, but she never presumed to have it worse than anyone else in the program.

“Jasper, you got us out. You got out. There’s only ten graduates of the program left and because of you we’re all safe, thriving, living normal lives. It’s time you lived one too.”

“I’ve got shit to do,” she said harshly, but immediate regret washed over her at the stern look on his face. “I just have to finish this, and then I’m free.”

“You always say that,” he seethed, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at her. “One more mission, one more grudge, one more act of revenge you’ve gotta enact before you can leave the Agency. The program is gone . You destroyed it a long time ago.”

“I stayed with the Agency so you all could leave, Frank. It’s not as simple for me.”

“How much evidence do you have on the Council?”

“I know everything about every one of those assholes,” she shrugged. The Council, she thought bitterly. As savage as Eli had been while training them, the Council were the real monsters to blame. They gave the greenlight for Project Church, gave the greenlight for Eli to torture a bunch of kids in the name of defeating Bin Laden and all those like him, using the excuse of national tragedy to further their own political agendas.

She still answered to them, Project Church or no. She had to stand before the Council once a year and justify her team, her actions, all to stay working another 365 days. They could pull the plug on her experiment at any moment, and she let them know long ago that she had the power to destroy all of them before any of them could come within ten yards of her. If they killed her, she’d ruin them.

So, they worked out their little deal. She would continue her work with the Misfits, Project Church would stay in the rubble Jasper had reduced it to, and the graduates of the program were free of their sentences forever, so long as they stayed out of trouble.

Most of them had, a few stepping out of bounds and getting killed during missions or assassinations Jasper herself had to either approve or carry out. They were all criminals, and any step out of line toward Eli’s vision for them was an immediate deduction from the list of survivors.

“Exactly,” he said. “What about the kid?”

“Spencer?” she asked, her brow furrowing, “What about him?”

"What do you know about him?"

Jasper hesitated, her self hatred pooling in her gut like acid, "I know everything that's in his files thanks to Oona, plus a little more."

"So you like the guy enough to bring him here, a place you feel safe, but you don't trust him enough to wait for him to tell you things."

"I did wait!" she insisted, throwing her arms up in exasperation. "I waited, and what he told me was so awful, imagining those things happening to him… I had to find out the rest for myself… he did the same to me, you know? He accessed my file the first day I showed up here and he talked to Luke about my past."

"I swear, you're like an addict, and trauma is your fix…" Frank scolded her, his warm eyes disappointed and tired. “Why did you bring him here, then? Is he the reason you finally want to stay? Is he a bad enough person that you can keep him around or are you two fucking off into the sunset?"

"I am not an addict," she growled, taking a predatory step forward, her knees almost hitting the back of the desk. "And he's not like us, Frank. He's good , he works hard to be good. He's never done anything to deserve the things that have happened to him."

Frank's face softened and his shoulders eased, "Neither did you."

"I only got into the program because I'm a murderer." Jasper stiffened, sticking out her jaw in an attempt to seem bigger than she felt.

"You were abducted from prison, a gun put to your head and your family threatened. You didn't have a choice. Remember why-"

"Don't quote that shit to me!" she snarled, slapping her hands down on the desk, her back arching like a feral animal as her grief fueled rage threatened to overtake her.

"Remember why you started," he said anyways, calm as ever even in clear and present danger. "You didn't have a choice. You have one now, you just need to make it. Jack knew it, I know it, and you know it. Get your head out of your ass and live your goddamned life!”

“You two talk any louder and the whole church is gonna hear you,” Wren hushed them as he opened Frank’s office door and slipped inside. He had his long blond hair pulled back into a neat bun, his strong neck complimenting his all-black suit and shirt. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at them both.

Frank and Jasper both deflated, easing up and taking a step apart as Wren came to stand next to her. He handed her a file and crossed his arms again.

Jasper slipped the zip drive in her dress pocket and opened the file, ignoring Wren’s gaze as she laid eyes on Gaelan’s crime scene photos. They had set his body up in an armchair in his apartment, blown apart forehead and dead eyes facing the door. It was gruesome, and Jasper felt that pang of regret seep through her skin as she looked at the one kind face she’d seen the whole year she was with Liam.

“Your boy’s getting mobbed by old ladies,” Wren said with a smile, his blue eyes glittering with amusement. “I thought he didn’t want you.”

“He said he didn’t want you?” Frank asked, his eyebrows raising, “Fuck that guy.”

“He didn’t say- he said he didn’t want to know- things change, it’s new. Leave me alone,” she muttered, flipping through his tox screen and the rest of the report. He’d been clean except for some pot, and there were no fingerprints left at the scene. Wren and Billy were expert cleaners.

“Who found him?”

“Casey,” Wren told her, then cleared his throat. “We were watching the apartment. He called Liam, and we were going to take him, but…”

“But what?” Jasper asked sharply, closing the file and handing it back to him.

“When we tracked Liam’s cell phone, he wasn’t in DC. He was in Belfast, meeting up with some Russians and doing a trade.”

“Russians, huh?” Jasper nodded, pressing her tongue to the inside of her teeth as she thought.

“Russians who looked like undercover Interpol agents.”

“Ugh,” she groaned, stomping her foot like a child. “Don’t tell me…”

“Clyde Easter’s is elbow deep in this shit,” Wren confirmed while Frank grunted and rolled his eyes. Clyde had been their handler following their graduation from the Church program, and every graduate hated Clyde Easter with a passion.

In addition to his charming attitude, Clyde was an arrogant dick and played pretty fast and loose with their lives. He had neglected to tell Jasper and Jack that Eli had escaped from Camp 22 in Korea, leading to Jack’s death and Jasper’s torture, but seemed to have learned from his mistake and helped Emily Prentiss when Doyle did the same thing… man, fuck that guy, but at least he finally did his job.

“I can’t meet with Easter. I told him that the next time I see him I’m tearing his skin off strip by strip,” Jasper sighed and brushed some of her hair out of her face. “I can’t break that promise, Wren.”

“We’ll put an eye on Easter, boss, don’t worry. If he’s dirty, he probably knows who the rotten apple in the FBI is. You can kill him then.”

“Keep your distance. As much of an asshole as he is, Easter is highly skilled and highly trained. He’ll spot you coming from a mile away. If Liam’s still selling arms to the US buyers, we can’t spook either of them. As much as I want to skin them both alive… we have to wait until we have confirmation that the FBI mole is sussed out.”

“One more mission,” Frank muttered under his breath, and that acid pool of guilt only burned further into Jasper’s soul.

“Remember what they told us, Frank,” Jasper sneered, only half keeping back her disdain for this whole conversation. “This isn’t self-defense, and it isn’t revenge-,”

“It’s war,” they finished together, and Frank’s face full of sorrow was etched into her heart forever.

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Spencer spotted Jasper just as he was being flocked by a gaggle of old ladies. She closed Frank’s office door behind her and sighed, but she smiled when she laid eyes on him. She looked tired, her eyes hollowed and her shoulders even more slumped than when she went in. Spencer thought confession would help take some of that weight from her, but it seemed to have added to it.

He hadn’t missed the blond man in the sharp suit slipping into the office, so quickly that Spencer almost dismissed the movement, but the trained investigator in him couldn’t help but see. As Jasper walked toward him, the man slid between the door and the frame just as quickly, never even glancing their way as he hastily made his way out of the church’s doors.

Something had happened in there, something she didn’t want him to know about.

Should he let it lie? Should I just let her go on thinking she has my trust, that I don’t worry she might turn out to be a truly bad person I can’t be with? She was trying to trust him, and he was trying to earn that, to reciprocate it. As much as he loved her, and he truly truly did, Spencer’s trust in Jasper was quickly fading in regard to anything but personal matters of the heart.

He knew she loved him and loved him hard and in such a way that it overwhelmed her, because his love for her overwhelmed him sometimes. He had no doubts that she would commit herself to him, that she really wanted to stay with him in DC, but when it came to work, her past, Spencer wondered who it was that stood before him.

A victim? Or a villain?

He was sure only time would tell.

“Ladies,” Jasper sighed with a smile as she approached. She clapped her hands together as the old ladies glared at her, still peppering him with offers of granddaughters and daughters alike. “I’m afraid this one belongs to me.”

They reluctantly released him, more than one of them pinching his backside as they dispersed. Spencer yelped and looked back to see which of them did it, but none showed any guilt or embarrassment.

“I thought grandmas were supposed to pinch your cheeks,” Spencer bemoaned, rubbing his buttocks to dissipate the stiffness from the pinching.

“Wrong kinda cheeks, honey,” she winked at him with a smile, and he couldn’t help but return it. She always managed to pull him in with those haunting brown eyes.

“You ready to go home?” he asked, looping his arm around her shoulder and holding her close. Warmth erupted in his chest as hers wrapped around his waist and she leaned into him with a dreamy sigh.

“Are you staying the night?” she asked, looking up at him hopefully, her big brown eyes filled to the brim with an earnest openness. He hated himself as he looked into them.

“If you want me to.”

“I have to go back to the BAU tomorrow.” She chewed on her cheek as she spoke, pulling her arm from his waist and tugging on her fingers.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, shocked. He would never peg Jasper for being the type to be scared of going back to work. “Jasper, you’re a total badass and a war vet. I think you can handle serial killers.”

“Oh it’s not that,” she laughed, perking up a bit as she did. The weight slid a little more off her shoulders and she grinned up at him as they walked toward the parking lot. “It’s… seeing the team.”

“We don’t have to tell them we’re together, Jazz. I know this is all new again, and we need time to find our rhythm.”

She relaxed again in his arms, stopping before her Jeep and pulling him close by the tie and kissing him.

“You still want to do this?” she asked as she pulled away, seeming quite small as she looked up at him. “Whatever Luke told you about me, you still want this?”

“Luke told me to trust you,” he said, and he cupped her jaw in his hands as he looked into her eyes.

“Did…” she started, trying to look away from him, but he held her face firmly in place. “Did he tell you about Jack?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I know you both lied to me about what happened to him… but I’m guessing it must have been really bad for Luke to lie for you.”

“It was bad, Spencer,” she breathed, her voice shaky and thin as a reed. “It was horrible.” She cleared her throat and pulled away from him, “I know Garcia’s gonna hug me and cry, and Rossi’s going to make a joke, and Walker’s going to scold me for leaving without saying goodbye. Lewis and Prentiss are going to give me shit and ask me what I was doing and when I don’t tell them they’re going to exchange that fucking look they always do… JJ’s going to do that thing where she looks at me with those goddamned doll eyes of hers and I’ll feel guilty as hell.

“And then there’s Luke!” she exclaimed suddenly, waving her arms up as Spencer took a shocked step back. She was petrified, blabbing a mile a minute as she panicked out loud. She really was trusting him again, “He’s pissed. He already told me he’s going to kick my ass and he’s my trainer for my recertification tests, so you know he’s actually going to kick me in the ass, Spencer!”

“What are you talking about?” Spencer held up his hands in defeat as she whirled around to face him.

“They missed me!” she yelled, her eyes wide and worried. “They fucking missed me, and you fucking missed me and I hurt all of you by fucking off into the ether for a month…”

She kicked the pavement with her heel, her hand on her hips as she frowned. “...I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You’re worried they’ll be angry at you?”

“Yes!”

“Why are you yelling at me?” he yelled back, and she finally clamped her mouth shut, glaring at him. He planted his own hands on his hips and stared down at her, as unyielding as she was determined to be.

“I’m… embarrassed,” she murmured, her cheeks and ears turning red in the November chill. “Nobody’s supposed to care that I’m gone, Spencer. Nobody’s ever cared that I was gone besides you, and I didn’t know where we stood so I figured you didn’t either, but you did, and they did and… I’m really nervous.”

Spencer took a step away from her, his heart reeling. It ached with the knowledge that she really didn’t think she deserved their love and attention. She might be dangerous, a lying assassin who had spent the last eighteen years running around the globe doing God knows what, but she deserved the love they had for her.

He took that step back, reaching out and pulling her face to his as he kissed her furiously.

“You make me so fucking angry,” he growled as he kissed her again. She frowned but kissed him anyways, surprise and shock overtaking her as she clung to him helplessly.

“We love you,” he said as he pulled away breathless, “you moron.”

“You’re a… moron,” she grumbled, still holding on to the lapels of his coat and squinting up at him.

“Are you sorry you left?” he asked, and she nodded. “Will you just tell us next time that you’re alive? Just… a text a day is all I ask.”

“Fine,” she muttered, still glaring at him for calling her a moron. “I’m just used to hiding when I need to… licking my wounds and all that.”

“Then tell them that.” Spencer brushed back her hair with his gloved hands, and despite the cranky look on her face, she leaned into them. “Where were you?”

“First I hid out in a motel for a week,” she whispered, then looked around like someone might hear in the deserted parking lot. “Jack bought this cottage years before he met me. We used to use it to hide out and heal. Seemed fitting for the way I was feeling.”

“You’d love it,” Jasper smiled, but she still didn’t tell him where it was. “It’s on the sea and has a lot of land. Perfect for drinking yourself to sleep and being alone when you’re sad.”

“And how many times did you do that?”

“More than I should have,” she admitted, then shivered under her wool coat. “Can we go home, Stick? I’m cold.”

They bundled up and headed back to his place for some clothes and his work satchel with his computer, then back to Jasper’s. They took Booger for a walk, walking hand in hand through the DC streets and chatting quietly.

“You’re going to Rossi’s on Thursday, right?” Spencer asked as they walked up the stairs to her place.

“You know I’m Indigenous, right? That’s what Luke told you?” Jasper said flippantly, waving a hand over her shoulder. “We don’t do Thanksgiving.”

“Oh,” Spencer frowned, then nodded to himself. “Right, but the team doesn’t know that.”

Jasper stiffened as she slid the key into the lock. She glared at the door as she thought, her eyes shifting between the crevices and cracks along the wood.

“I guess I should tell them that, then,” she said quietly, then turned the key and opened her door.

“Just like that?” he asked incredulously. “Just like that you open up to them? I tried for months to get you to tell me where you were born, Jasper, and I’m not entirely sure you weren’t lying to me.”

Jasper set down her keys and purse, then slipped off her shoes. She sighed in relief as she dropped them onto the floor unceremoniously, then went about meandering in the kitchen for something to eat.

“Jasper,” Spencer urged as he stepped into the doorway, and she looked up at him and sighed.

“I didn’t lie about being from Louisiana. I didn’t lie about being Indigenous, I just didn’t tell you.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Jasper. I want you to quit lying to me,” he seethed as they both took a predatory stance toward one another. “You always lie, constantly… and I’m sick of trying to figure out which ones are little lies that don’t matter, and which ones are big lies that are going to come back and bite us in the ass.”

“I. Didn’t. Lie,” Jasper growled, coming to stand chest to chest with him. This little stand off of theirs was escalating, and Spencer’s chest pulsed with fear and rage as they sized one another up.

“Telling a partial truth isn’t the same as telling the truth. The best lie is the truth, with just one part being false, and you know it.”

“What would it have mattered?” she asked, throwing up her hands in a what-can-you-do gesture. “I’m a walking fucking stereotype, Spencer. Abusive white dad, cheating Native drug-addict mom. I’m just some half-breed from the rez who spent my entire childhood in and outta juvie and getting my ass beat for it.”

“Juvie?”

“Yeah. Had to get food somehow. It was that or prostitution and I never had the appetite for it,” Jasper seethed, planting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. “I don’t want to talk about this shit. I don’t even want to know that it happened to me. My entire life has been one big fucking blur of running from one fight to the next, hoping this isn’t the one that kills me.

“I’m tired of fighting,” she sighed warily, suddenly looking quite small and exhausted. “I’m tired of running. You want to know about my past. You want to know how I got to be this way… Well, I ruined me Spencer, not them, and you can’t save me. No matter how much you want to.”

“I don’t want to save you, Jasper!” he exclaimed, standing in the kitchen waving his hands like an idiot. “I want to be with you. The real you. Not sometimes, not just when you just wake up and haven’t put the mask on yet, not just when you’re drunk and have no filter. I want Jasper Donnelly, and I want her here with me every single day.”

She glared at him, tugging on his fingers like she always did when she was nervous. He glared right back and shoved his own in his pockets.

"Well I can do that!" She yelled back at him, but then she softened, her chin wobbling. "I'm trying to do that. Can you?"

“I don’t-,” Spencer stammered, taking a step back from her. “I don’t wear a mask.”

“You hide behind that brain of yours,” she said, pointing at him and taking a step closer. “You avoid and you hide in your shame. You and I both know that you’ve done some shitty things, too, but unlike me…”

She chuckled bitterly, “You can’t stand looking at yourself in the mirror and knowing we’re more alike than you want us to be. You’re just as dangerous as I am, I just don’t feel guilty knowing what I’m capable of, or what I’ve had to do to survive.”

“Was all of it necessary?” he asked quietly as he realized she was right. He was angry at her because he looked at her and saw the mirror. After what he’d done to Cat, choking her while she was pregnant, of what he would’ve done to Scratch had he caught up with him. He would have killed them both if someone hadn’t pulled him back from the ledge, and he wouldn’t have felt guilty for it. Not one singel bit.

“No,” she admitted. “No, not all of it was, but I don’t regret it. It took years of blood and gore and clawing my way out of hell after hell to find my way back to you. I can’t say that I’m sorry it ended here.”

“Don’t put all of this on me,” he whispered, and she nodded.

“I told you. I did this,” Jasper placed her palm over his chest and pressed hard enough to push him back, but he didn’t budge. “I ruined me.”

“I think I ruined me, too.”

“I need to take a shower,” she said suddenly, pulling away from him. “Will you be here when I get out?”

“Do you want me here?”

Jasper looked at him like he was an idiot, “Of course I do.”

“Then I’ll be here.”

Jasper slipped past him and went toward her room, stripping her clothes as she went. She tossed her dress over the side of the couch and threw her bra into the bedroom as she followed it. After a moment he heard the shower start up and decided to brave the living room.

Her clothes were strewn all over the floor, so he bent down and picked them up, draping them over his arm as he did. He noticed Jasper’s dress had pockets, so he squeezed the dress in his fist to feel if there was anything inside.

He felt something hard under the slippery fabric, and reached into the pocket to take it out. His fist came out with a little black flash drive.

Looking at it, Spencer’s heart began to race. Was this what she was doing in ‘confession?’ Had the blond man he saw slipping out of Father Murphy’s office given this to her?

What was on it?

Spencer looked toward the bathroom. He could hear Jasper singing to herself, her sweet voice carrying out into the living room. The sounds of the shower running varied as she washed her body. He knew he didn’t have much time, she’d washed her hair yesterday and that took the longest in her routine, and she only did that once a week because it was so difficult and bad for her curls.

Rounding the couch, Spencer fished his computer out of his bag. He glanced over his shoulder a few more times as it turned on, sighing in relief as he logged in.

Spencer held the flash drive in a shaky hand as he decided what to do. If he saw something on here that told him too much, Spencer would lose Jasper forever. If Jasper found out, she’d either leave him or kill him, and he wasn’t sure which was better. Were either of those options worth knowing what she was up to? Yes, he decided, I have to know, and she’s not going to tell me.

Spencer inserted the flash drive and quickly made a new folder on his computer. He copied over the eight files on the device, then ejected the drive. He set the laptop aside and buried the flash drive back into the pocket of Jasper’s dress, then draped it back over the couch. He tossed the rest of her clothes back where they had been to the best of his memory.

The shower was still running, so was his self-hatred, guilt burning a hole in his stomach as he opened up one of the files.

It wouldn’t open.

They were encrypted.

Fuck.

Notes:

I've got some feelings..........

I get where Spencer's coming from with his distrust, and I get why Jasper's struggling to tell an actual truth for once.

Jasper's terrified to watch those videos, but what do you think Spencer's going to do when HE finally sees them? How will he decrypt them? :)

I wanna know all your theories!!

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[flowersbby]

Star Struck | Corpse Husband x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing (If I’m missing any let me know please! :) )

a/n: You’re a model/ streamer in this one! :D I’m thinking about if I should turn this into a series or not? Lmk what you think. I hope you like it <3

It was a nice morning. The sun was shining through the tall windows that showed you a view of your balcony onto your bed, there was a slight breeze so it wasn’t too hot, and you could hear the birds chirping with the occasional honking due to LA traffic. The only reason you woke up was because the sun was shining right in your face. You groaned and put a pillow over your face. I really don’t want to get up right now. Just a few more minutes.. You thought and right as you were about to take the pillow off your face and turn over onto your other side so you could go back to sleep, your phone started ringing. “Ugh!” You groaned once again and reached for your phone that was on your nightstand. You looked at the caller ID and saw that it was your manager, Chris. You accepted the call and put the phone to your ear. “What do you want?” You asked in an annoyed and tired tone. You were definitely NOT a morning person. You hated mornings.

“Oh my God,” He said in a rushed tone, “Have you literally JUST woken up? You have a photoshoot in 2 hours! Makeup and wardrobe are waiting for you down here!” Your eyes widened. You completely forgot about it.

“I-I’ll be right there!” You told him and hung up. You sprang out of bed and almost ran to your walk in closet, your eyes scanning for a top that would match the black leather skirt you wanted to wear for the day. You decided on a black mesh body suit with a black crop top under it. All black today. like your soul. You quickly put on some black heels and brushed your hair, cringing at how the brush tugged on your hair when it reached a knot. You didn’t bother doing your makeup since your makeup team would take it off anyway. You fast walked to the door of your apartment, grabbed your purse off the hook, and opened your door to leave to your photoshoot.

                                                      🖤🖤🖤

After a lot of yelling from Chris for holding the makeup and wardrobe team up, you did your photoshoot and got to go home. When you got home, you took a mirror picture of your outfit and uploaded it to Instagram, putting the caption as “Fashionably Late 🖤💋”. You smiled at the influx of likes right as it posted. You were truly lucky to have your supporters, but you wanted one person in particular to see it. 

Corpse’s POV

I was casually playing Among Us with my friends while they streamed when I felt my phone vibrate slightly on my lap. I began to feel anxious to check my phone since I only have notifications on for one person but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the screen since I was following Jack, who I was sus of. Right when him and I entered electrical, he broke my neck. I felt relieved though since I got to finally look at (y/n)’s post.

My eyes widened when I saw the picture of her outfit. She looked good. Very good. I double tapped on it and immediately went to the comment section out of curiosity of what other people were saying. I looked at all the comments saying how pretty she was and smiled, but the comments made by creepy people made my blood boil. I wish I could just reply to them and say “That’s my girl. Stop.” but we both agreed to keep our relationship out of the public eye and I was truly fine with that. I just wish I could protect her from the creeps out there. 

I wasn’t even paying attention to the game until I suddenly saw “Victory” appear on my screen. “Let’s goooo!” I said into the mic. Everyone else was celebrating as well.

“Hey!” Rae exclaimed, “Let’s get (y/n) in here, she just got home.” My heart skipped a beat and I smiled.

“Yes!” I said a little too excited. Everyone else didn’t notice it though and agreed with me. I quickly texted her out of excitement.

Your POV

After receiving an invite from Rae and booting up your computer, as well as getting everything prepared to stream, you got a text from Corpse. You quickly grabbed your phone to respond back to whatever he said.

My Love 😊💖💖

im so excited to hear your voice

i’ve missed you

<3

You blushed at his messages. You thought about what to text back for a minute until you figured out what to say.

You

I have so much to tell you from today

I missed you so much bb

ft later?

You set your phone back on your desk and loaded up Among Us, joining the discord call while you wait. You were greeted by everyone as you joined.

“(Y/n)! Good noon!” Greeted Rae. You smiled as everyone in the call erupted in hello’s.

“Hey, (y/n).” Corpse said after everyone else had their chance to greet you.

Your stomach did backflips from him just saying your name. “Hi~” You said in a sing songy voice and started streaming. “How are all you guys doing?” You asked as your picked up your water from your desk and started drinking.

“Good now that you’re here..” Corpse muttered. You choked on your water and erupted in coughing, taken aback from what he said. Good thing your were muted.

“Corpse?!” Yelled Poki.

“What did you say?!” Also yelled Felix. The rest were just erupting in Aw’s.

“U-uh,” Corpse stuttered, “I meant that because (y/n) is such a good imposter and I’ve been a little off my game today so I’m hoping we get imposter together so I have some content for a video.” Good cover up.. You thought as your coughing got under control. I think he forgot to mute himself. 

“Yeah!” You exclaimed, “We got this my dude!” You took a glance at chat and saw everyone going crazy. Half of them were typing in all caps asking for someone to clip that moment, and half were shipping you and corpse.

“I can only play one game anyway,” Corpse said, “I have stuff to do.” You frowned at what he said. You haven’t gotten to talk with him all day because of how rushed you were this morning and now you won’t have time to talk with him now because of how different your schedules are. Even though you two loved each other a lot you have had your arguments about this with him. You hate that he lives two hours from you or else this wouldn’t be an issue. You would be over at his house everyday if he lived in LA. You hated long distance.

You had a great time playing with your friends, but when Corpse left you got a little gloomy. He wasn’t answering your texts either. You sighed and changed into his hoody he left in your closet when he visited last and put on some grey pajama shorts. You tied your hair into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get in your way for the rest of the night even though you were just going to watch Netflix in your bed and eat chips. After grabbing your snacks, you walked to your bedroom and opened the glass door to the balcony in your room, turned your LED lights to (f/c), got comfortable in your bed, and turned on your favorite show on your TV.

You were scrolling through Instagram as you heard a knock at your door. A scared feeling washed over you and you paused what you were doing. It was like you were frozen in time and if you made one sudden movement everything would come crashing down. They knocked again. You were scared that some crazed fan found your address to your apartment. Cautiously, you walked to your door and looked through the peek hole. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and a wide grin appeared on your face as you saw who it was. You quickly unlocked your door and opened it. You wasted no time and grabbed Corpse’s face and kissed him with so much passion you didn’t want to stop. He lifted you up and held your thighs in his hands, walking into your apartment and shutting the door with his foot. “I’ve missed you so much baby.” He breathed as he kept kissing you.

You pulled away from the heated session and Corpse carefully placed you on your feet. You hugged him. “I missed you too.” You said and didn’t want to let go. Corpse placed a kiss on your head as he hugged you and rubbed your back. You realized something and pulled away from the hug. “Where’s your stuff?” Noticing he didn’t have a suitcase.

He looked at you with a blank expression. “Fuuuckk....” He groaned. “I forgot it.” 

You looked at him confused. “How do you forget your stuff. It’s a two hour drive here!” You laughed.

He scratched the back of his neck embarrassed. “I really missed you and I was excited to surprise you,” He explained. “I didn’t want to get here late and have you asleep so I didn’t even think about packing.”

You smiled. “Well, at least you have a ton of clothes here you’ve left.” 

He smirked, looking at his hoodie on your body. “Yeah, I see that.”

You smirked back at him, turned around, and began to walk back into your bedroom, wanting him to follow you. Corpse quickly swept you off your feet and put you over his shoulder, plopping you on the bed as he got on top of you. He looked into your eyes. “I’m tired.” He muttered.

“Let’s cuddle then, baby.” You smile. He smiles back at you tiredly as he moves off you to be the big spoon, pulling you against him by wrapping his arm around your waist. You felt happy in that moment. You finally got to be with the only man who loves you for you physically, instead of two hours away. You both fell asleep, taking in this moment.

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[rainbow-shine]

the odyssey of labels, pins and acceptance

@spnprideweek's day 1: coming out/flags

Here’s the thing.

Dean didn’t exactly come out to anyone. And that wasn’t his fault, not entirely at least. After all, he spent much of his life denying the existence of that part of himself, that by the time he could finally begin to accept that what he felt wasn’t as bad as his father always wanted him to believe, well, it no longer seemed necessary to go through an experience that was aimed mainly at teenagers.

Also, Dean didn't need a label to know that he was totally and utterly in love with a man. Dean had accepted his feelings for Cas, at least on a subconscious level, long before he even began to come to terms with his sexuality.

Besides, all the people he cared about knew to some degree that he wasn’t straight (being married to an angel in a man's body hardly left any room for doubt) and he finally felt comfortable in his own skin, without having to prove anything to anyone and without having a script to follow. He had finally gotten off the hamster wheel and something as insignificant as having to label himself wasn’t going to ruin his much-deserved happiness, thank you very much.

Or so he thought until he saw those stupid pins.

Cas had texted him in the middle of his shift at the workshop complaining that he needed more seeds from a flower that grew specifically during this time of year and Dean who since their relationship began after a very epic interdimensional rescue was simply unable to deny his angel anything, ended up making a quick stop at the store after work.

And that's when he saw them.

In any other circumstance Dean probably wouldn’t have noticed them, but considering that it was june and apparently this month was important for the LGTB community, next to the checkout there were a series of pins representing the flags of the different sexual orientations. Dean watched them for a second, wondering which flag would be the one for him before forcing himself out of stupor, paying for the seeds that Cas needed and practically running towards the store's exit.

What did it matter which flag would be the one for him? It's not like at some point he has even bothered to think of a label that he feels comfortable with. Furthermore, he was no longer a teenager discovering the world for the first time and taking pride in sharing with the world who he really was. His chance for that had already passed.

But had he really pass it? Dean remembers a vague conversation he overheard of Claire and Jody about how there wasn't an age to try to figure out who you are and that it was okay to even spend years trying.

Dean had always known that he was attracted to women, with their soft curves and charming smiles. But he also had to admit that on more than one occasion he had been curious about men with strong arms, a stubble brushing against his face and a deep voice.

(Though now that he thought about it, his current thoughts regarding his attraction to men may have been biased because of Cas.)

By the time Dean arrived at the small house he shared with Cas and occasionally with Jack (the fact that your son was god is more or less as if he was studying abroad and only came home for the holidays), the subject had completely ruined his good mood and he knew he had to do something about it before Cas looked at him with his bright blue eyes full of concern and started asking questions that Dean still had no answers for.

"Here are the seeds," was the first thing Dean said when he entered the house and found Cas sitting on the couch, fully focused on a book. With an involuntary smile curving his lips, Dean approached his husband and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead in greeting, his previous thoughts almost completely forgotten.

“Did you have a good day?” Cas asked, giving him a soft smile and tilting his head slightly in a clear invitation that Dean didn't even bother to resist, connecting their lips in a brief kiss.

"Yeah" Dean replied, kissing his husband a second time to erase the frown of concern that had taken over Cas' expression at his unconvincing response before heading up to the bathroom to take a shower and start making dinner.

Following his routine helped Dean ignore his little crisis in the store and by the time he was playfully hitting Cas with the spoon to stop his husband from stealing more pieces of cheese that were meant to melt above the pasta, the subject had been all but forgotten.

But see, Cas wasn’t only his husband, he was also his best friend and probably the person who knew him best in the whole wide world, so when they were both laying in bed, preparing to sleep until their respective alarms woke them up, Dean must have expected that the subject would resurface.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Cas asked, sounding so genuinely concerned that Dean couldn't help but lean in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. When the kiss ended, Dean spent a few seconds trying to organize his thoughts so that he could answer honestly.

"It's stupid," he decided to say, if he couldn't pretend he was okay, he would at least try to get them to ignore the subject.

"Nothing you can say is stupid," Cas murmured, placing a series of quick kisses on his face. Then, with an amused smile taking over his lips, he added: “Well, except when you say that western movies are actually good”.

“They are!”

"Whatever you say, dear".

Knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to look at Cas in the face as he made this stupid confession, Dean pulled his husband's body more firmly against him before hiding his face in the curve of Cas’ neck, breathing in the soothing scent of cotton and sunshine that was just Cas to calm down.

"I think…" Dean began, clearing his throat to force his voice to formulate the words. He had absolutely no idea why this was so difficult for him. “I think I’m bisexual".

Now, Dean had expected many reactions from Cas: from the typical "duh" as it was obvious that Dean had to be something other than straight to be in a relationship with a man, to an overwhelming and emotional reaction like the ones that he had seen on TV, or even an indifferent or confused reaction.

Dean hadn't expected this.

Cas held him tighter for a few seconds before slightly pulling away from him, cradling his face in his hands and gazing at him with the deepest adoration anyone could ever feel. Cas gave him a soft smile before leaning in to capture his lips in a tender kiss with which he seemed to want to convey all his love for him.

"Thank you," Cas said, surprising Dean even more. “Thank you for trusting me with this part of you”.

And that was it.

Dean felt like a weight that he didn’t even know he was carrying was lifted from his back and, although he would deny it to the grave, he felt his eyes water at the sudden wave of love he felt for the man in his arms.

The next time he was in the store, Dean didn't even hesitate before buying the pin of the pink, purple and blue striped flag.

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