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upsidedownwithsteve · 23 days

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader[4.3K] loosely based on the movie float, lifeguard!steve, a summer full of swim lessons. mentions of drowning, eventual smut 18+

SWIM LESSON SCHEDULE

LESSON #2

[Six Months Before]

Steve Harrington was standing in Tammy Thompson’s backyard, bumping his knuckles against Eddie’s as the boy approached with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his hand.

Eddie had dragged you out, brown eyes pleading as per, promising he’d score big at this party and he’d definitely buy you a burger and shake with his takings on the way home. Midnight, he’d said, swear it, he’d said. But the clock in Tammy’s moms kitchen was ticking towards one o’clock and when Eddie spotted Steve - and Jonathan Byers - out by the pool, you’d made the decision to hang back.

They were too close to the water, the lagoon shaped pool lit up in the night by an underwater glow, yellow-white spotlights that made sure you could see just how deep it was. There were some girls hanging close by, dresses and skirts rucked up their thighs and their shoes long lost as they dipped their legs into the bright blue water, pink lips around cherry vodka bottles and their eyes on the boys - a potential ride home in more ways than one.

“M’not gonna let you just fall into the pool,” Eddie had frowned when you’d told him you’d wait inside. “Who even does that anyway? You’re not wasted enough for that sweetheart.”

And you weren’t. Barely tipsy, actually.

But the pool took up most of the patio space and other people were drunk, stumbling around the yard and trying to dance to the music that came from the open kitchen door. The water was too much, too deep, too blue, too dark.

And Steve Harrington was too pretty and intimidating - but you didn’t tell Eddie that part.

Jonathan spotted you over Eddie’s shoulder and waved, smiling kindly before he said something that made Eddie’s eyes light up with excitement. And that was okay because Jonathan was quiet and sweet and always polite to you, commenting on the books he’d see you reading when he passed you in town and sometimes he’d bump into you during Eddie’s hellfire meetings, passing as he picked up his little brother.

Steve, you didn’t see as much. Only from afar, usually. He was quieter than he’d been in high school, crownless and a little softer around the edges than when you sat two rows behind him in Mrs Click’s class. But Robin had a lot of things to say about him, gentle ribbing that was always wrapped in a fondness anyone with eyes could see and for a while, you thought that maybe they were a thing until Robin had vehemently told you that they were everything but.

Platonic with a capital P, she’d told you, popping the last letter and hiding the burn in her cheeks.

But still, you knew he gave her rides to work before he drove himself to the pool, acting oblivious and almost uncomfortable when the hoards of freshman girls made a point to pick the loungers closest to the lifeguard tower.

Not that you’d ever seen such a thing. But Robin liked to poke fun and Eddie was a bigger gossip than the cheerleader he used to date during his sophomore year.

So really, you had once mused, there wasn’t really any reason to be so avoidant of Steve Harrington now. Except, once you finally admitted to yourself you had an awfully bad crush on him, that was excuse enough. He would nod and smile politely at you when he ran into you and Eddie around town, at the mall, in the crowds at parties. And on good days, you’d smile back, lips thin and tight in an overly polite grimace of some sort but neither of you attempted to make conversation with each other. Any awkward silences were filled by your mutual friend, Eddie talking loudly and animatedly about whatever topic came to mind, his curls and his laugh both big enough to patch over any uncomfortable silences.

So when a few minutes passed with you staring into your drink, watching the ice cubes melt into whatever concoction Eddie had handed you, you didn’t expect Steve to appear beside you. He was busying himself with the stack of beers on the kitchen counter beside you, but he cleared his throat all the same, unsure about it as he gained your attention. But he was looking at you, purposeful, as if his elbow softly knocking yours wasn’t an accident.

His gaze was still holding yours as he popped the cap off of a bottle of bud light lime, the cap hitting the floor. You blinked at him, eyes only straying for a second to see that Eddie was still out by the pool talking to Johnathan and some other guy you didn’t know. Brows furrowed, you turned back, lips parting to ask if everything was okay, because why else would Steve Harrington be looking at you.

But then he was talking, smiling sweet and kind and holding a little of that confidence you knew back in school. It was still there, that self assurance that he had years ago, but it was muted, a boldness that wasn’t quite dimmed but definitely softened. It made him seem even more intimidating, prettier with his messier hair and scruff along his jaw, his clothes less tight and pressed.

“You doin’ okay?”

You blinked again, wondering if he really was talking to you. But there was no one else around and you gripped your cup a little tighter, nodding before you could make a fool of yourself. “Me? Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve shrugged, smiling as he took a sip from his beer and he gestured out to the patio, to the pool and to Eddie who was grinning at you. “Just wondered why you weren’t coming out, that’s all. You’re normally glued to Munson.”

You scrunched your nose, cheeks warming because he wasn’t wrong, but the reminder of how close you usually stuck to Eddie made you feel younger, childlike.

“It’s not like… that,” you explained, although you weren’t sure why you were bothering. “Us. Eddie and I- it’s not like we’re together, or anything.” You immediately regretted your words, the explanation feeling thick and clumsy on your tongue and your neck was burning, heat creeping up along your jaw.

Steve was still smiling, grin hid behind his beer and his brows were raised. He looked amused, nodding as you stumbled around each word and when you frowned, gulping down your watery cranberry and vodka, he grinned wider. “Yeah, no-- I know,” Steve assured you. He shrugged, “still, thanks for the clarification. S’good to know.”

You never found out what he meant by that, if he was being funny or just friendly, if he was flirting and genuinely interested. A neighbour called the cops and Eddie grabbed you before they could come through the front door, boosting you up by the foot so you could both scramble over the back fence. Steve had left with Jonathan and his girlfriend Nancy, the three of them running to Steve’s car just as Chief Hopper started yelling at the drunk kids left behind and you hadn’t so much as glanced back at each other for fear of being dragged home in the back of a cop car.

The next time you’d spent any real time with Steve Harrington, well. You’d been sinking to the bottom of the lake.

You were standing by the closed gate of the community pool at seven am sharp, the obnoxiously large lock stopping you from entering - despite the rip in the chain link fence to your right.

You weren’t waiting long, even though you would’ve happily stayed on the other side of the lot for as long as required. The air was already warming, the scent of chlorine and leftover sunscreen surrounding you, mixing with the sound of the cicadas, the early morning sprinklers from the houses across the road. Then Steve was jogging towards you, one big hand clutching a rolled up towel and a set of keys and his cheeks were pink from his efforts, his sliders slapping on the concrete and he looked apologetic as he approached.

“M’really sorry, car had a flat,” he huffed. “Would’ve left earlier if I knew I was walking.”

It was harder to look him in the eye after last week. Once the initial fear that had a vice grip on you loosened - if only slightly - it was easier to become so aware of how close you’d been to Steve. A whole morning spent half clothed and wet, his hands on you at all times, gentle and guiding as he coaxed you to walk around the shallow end of the pool. He’d been nothing but a gentleman about it, professional at all times with his hands either in yours or bracing your arms, never straying anywhere they shouldn’t, even if you’d caught his eyes going just that, maybe once or twice.

You pulled at the collar of your t-shirt as Steve busied himself with the padlock, the air so much stickier now that he was close by. “It’s okay,” you told him. “I’m not in a rush.”

Steve snorted and it shouldn’t have been an attractive sound as it was. His eyes crinkled in amusement, mirth in them as he glanced down at you from under his lashes. He still looked soft from bed, hair mussed and a five o’clock shadow across his jaw that suited him too well. His lifeguard shirt was sunbleached and threadbare, the red shorts he wore smaller than his last pair, the material well above his knees. He was more sunkissed than last weekend, freckles on the bridge of his nose, cheeks stained a permanent blush.

“Was your first lesson that bad?” He asked.

You burned, not knowing what to say, not wanting to offend him, not when he was looking at you like that.

“No,” you squirmed. The lock was open now but neither of you moved. “I mean, yeah, but not— not as bad as I thought. It was okay.”

Steve grinned like he knew something you didn’t, nodding slowly as he held the gate for you. “It was okay,” he repeated back, “I’ll take it.”

The pool was as blue and as intimidating as the first week, the generator humming and the filter trickling softly as you walked around it, giving the edge a wide berth. If Steve saw you frown and the dark blue depths, he didn’t say anything. Instead, you both dropped your towels and bags on a lounger and the boy didn’t so much as blush as he stripped off his shirt, throwing it alongside everything else.

“You wanna get changed?” He asked, already busying himself with pulling some floats out of a shelving unit. “I’ll get everything sorted and you can—”

You were stripping off your own shirt before Steve could finish his sentence, the words getting stuck in his throat as you revealed the same old black swimsuit underneath your clothes. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen already, but you couldn’t help but feel flustered as you popped the button of your shorts, the denim dragging down your hips. You didn’t look at him as they slid off your legs, your feet clumsy as you tried to toe off your sneakers and step out of your shorts all at once.

Steve was pink, even if you didn’t see it, his whole body turning from you abruptly as he decided what else he might need to take from storage. A pool noodle fell to the floor as you bundled up your clothes and chucked them onto the chair, both of you decidedly not looking at each.

“Uh, right.” Steve dragged a hand through his hair, the soft ends immediately falling back across his forehead. He looked like he’d already caught most of the morning’s sun as he finally glanced at you, the tips of his ears a little pink. “Let's get started.”

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Your arms were crossed over your chest as you stood waist deep in the pool, partly for a little cleavage cover, mostly because you were cold. Your skin had prickled as you entered the water the same way as last time, step by step into the shallows, with Steve by your side. He didn’t hold your hands, but one of his hovered by your elbow the whole way down, ready to catch you if you stumbled, if you felt less than brave.

He murmured soft encouragement the whole way down, a new praise falling from his lips at each stair and when you made it onto the pool floor, he’d grinned.

“Look at you go, we’ll have you swimming lengths in no time.”

You couldn’t work out if he was joking or not, and the idea of going to the other end of the pool was enough to make your stomach churn, the lucky charms you’d shovelled into your mouth before leaving turning acidic. Still, you grinned - grimaced, maybe - and made a strange noise at the back of your throat. Steve thought it was supposed to be a laugh.

“Ha— yeah, sure, maybe in a while.”

So Steve just smiled and left it at that. Then he was wading a little deeper, the water moving from his upper thighs and soaking his shorts, the cherry red turning scarlet, a deeper colour that you couldn’t help but stare at and then the pool swallowed his lower body, the ripples catching around his hip bones.

He was facing you as he moved, arms out and hands coaxing, encouraging you to follow and when he saw the look of panic in your face, he stopped walking. “Hey, hey,” his voice was soft, just like the morning. It was all hazy skies, a blue-lavender fuzz and the trickle of water, the smell of chlorine and sunscreen and Steve Harrington’s wide, brown eyes. “Look, yeah? We’re not going any deeper than this, I promise. ‘N I’m right here.”

You remembered how you told him you trusted him, just seven days ago. How he’d told you in return that he’d come get you, just like he had before. It felt rude to question the man who’d once saved your life but still, you hesitated, arms still curled around your chest like you could anchor yourself to that spot.

But then Steve held out his hand, palm up and resting on top of the surface. The blue of the pool made his skin look even more tanned, sunkissed and glittering with droplets of water, beads of it sliding off of his forearm, pooling in the middle of his hand. He wiggled his fingers at you.

You didn’t even know you were reaching out to him until his hand curled around yours, bigger and wider and warmer despite the way you were still adjusting to the colder temperature. The sticky heat of the morning air didn’t do much for the large pool, the water still nipping at your skin as you moved through it.

“There you go,” Steve praised, smiling wide and earnest as you took a step. “There she is, ladies and gents, Hawkins next high diver—”

You scoffed, eyes rolling and cheeks sore when you grinned, unable to help it. But you were still moving, baby steps towards Steve and the gasp that left your lips as the water crept up towards the line of your belly button was due more to the cold than the depth.

Steve held your hand tightly, a solid grip, your own kind of anchor.

“Alright, see?” He was beaming, eyes squinting through the rays of the sun that bounced off the surface and he was too pretty with it, painted in the reflections of the ripples and stripes of rainbow. “You did it, you’re killing this.”

You didn’t point out that you hadn’t technically done any real swimming yet, but the fact you were standing further into the pool than you were seven days ago felt momentous. Eddie had spent countless summers trying to even coax you inside the property line, sunscreen smeared on his nose and pleading in his eyes.

“You still trust me?” Steve asked, eyes bright and earnest and god, it was impossible to say no. So you nodded, throat feeling a little thick and the words lost behind your teeth but you did and you meant it. And that only made Steve smile wider. “Good. We’re gonna practice floating, okay?”

The idea of it made your chest feel heavy, a sure fire sign that it wasn’t going to go as well as Steve had planned. Letting the water take control of your weight seemed impossible and the task of taking your feet off of the solid tiles at the bottom of the pool was nightmare inducing. But Steve was moving closer, his hand still in yours and his free one grazing your spine. His fingertips skimmed over your back, guiding you in front of him and turning you to the side as he spoke the whole time.

“It’s easy, right?” He explained, your shoulder brushing his bare chest and you tried not to think about it all too much, tried not to panic despite the way your heart was thundering so hard it was a wonder Steve couldn’t hear your ribs rattle and crack. “M’gonna help, I won’t let you go, I promise. You just gotta let yourself lie back, just a little. I’ll help you do the rest.”

You laughed at him, his words, his positivity that was brighter and warmer than the whole of June and July. It was a gasping, mocking thing, a laugh that got stuck in your throat and the mere suggestion of letting your body fall backwards into the pool was enough to make your eyes dart for the safety of the stairs.

“I— I can’t. I can’t do that,” you told him, eyes wide and head shaking furiously. “That’s just— no. I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Maybe you tried to move away, to take a step towards the shallow edge of the pool, or maybe you only imagined you did. Because Steve’s hand was flat against the curve of your back and his palm nearly took up the whole god damn space there. His fingers curled around your own, his thumb running over the bumps of your knuckles. Steve bent a little, knees folding under the water to bring his face down level with your own and he looked so serious when he said:

“Hey, listen, alright? I know it’s scary. But I promise you, I won’t let you go. You’re not going to go under.” He licked his lips, eyes searching yours for signs of panic, fear, flight. “I won’t let you go under the water, I swear.”

So you stayed, rooted to the spot but there nonetheless. And with a jerky nod, Steve’s hand squeezed your own and he moved into you. You felt his knees bump under your thighs, rough with coarse hair and lined with more muscle than you had, his hips bumping against the side of you. Suddenly the water didn’t feel as cold as before, the sharp chill of it gone.

“I just want your to bend your legs, okay? Just a little and then let your feet come up. M’gonna support your back. And remember, you can stand here, yeah? S’not deep, you can stand right back up.”

You mumbled something, confirmation maybe, a curse perhaps, aimed at Steve or Eddie, you weren’t sure. You about your friend who was probably still in his bed, face down and oblivious to the situation he’d once again coaxed you into. But you also remembered how he’d been knee deep in the lake as Steve pulled you out, eyes wide and terrified as he prepared to throw himself into the black water to find you too.

You lifted one foot, a mere stretch onto your toes, really, but Steve hummed in approval and his hand pressed into your back a little more, a silent promise that he was still there to catch you.

One foot came off of the pool floor.

“Thatta’ girl,” Steve whispered and he was close. So close, close enough for the words to feel warm against your temple and you could feel his gaze on the side of your face, watching, waiting. “I’ve got you.”

Another foot came off the tiles.

You dipped, just a little, just for a second, your shoulders submerging and a shocked gasp ripping from the back of your throat before Steve’s hand on your back was pushing you upwards. You tried to fight it, legs kicking awkwardly until Steve was pushing you again, upupup, and your body broke out of the water, shoulders and back and butt flat against the top of the surface.

“Keep your legs out straight,” Steve instructed, “let me take your weight, breathe in and out, keep calm.”

It all seemed too much to do at once.

Your hand was a vice grip around Steve’s, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was watching you, gaze studious and gentle, nodding almost to himself as you tried to do as he told you. Your legs straightened out and stopped kicking, the warm air kissing your shins above the water, your chest shuddering as you sucked in a breath.

“Uhuh, that’s it. Now just lie back for me, s’alright, I’ve got all of you.”

You choked out a laugh, a cynical sound and Steve’s eyes found yours. You were shaking slightly as you tried to relax, trying to drop your shoulders back into the water. “All of me? You been hitting the gym, Harrington?”

The joke was weak sounding, especially when your lip wobbled too but Steve grinned all the same. The hand on your back moved down a little, settling in the curve there, just above your ass.

“Thanks for noticing,” he replied softly, a teasing lilt to his voice, a smirk in his smile. “Eddie never compliments me.”

You laughed again, louder this time but just as harsh sounding as before. The water was filling your ears as you lay back, a cold rush to the back of your head and neck as you finally flattened yourself out.

“What a shit friend,” you managed to choke back.

Steve let go of your hand with a soft murmur of assurance, quickly placing it beside his other one, both palms supporting your frame. His touch was a delicate thing, the width of each hand encasing your back, keeping you afloat. He was the warmest thing in the water.

“Right?” Steve whispered, afraid to break the quiet, the spell that you were under. Your eyes were wide and on the sky as you lay there, watching the blue and the pink coloured clouds that were making their way over town. “You’re gonna have to have words with him.”

You nodded before realising the movement made your chin dip, your balance wavering. Your arms that had been floating at your sides tried to claw at something, anything, for purchase but found none and fear seized at your chest again.

“You’re okay,” Steve told you. “Another deep breath in— there you go. Now, keep your chest and tummy pushed out, okay? Keep it all above the surface, chin up, legs straight, you got it.”

And you did, kinda. The panic that made your chest tight loosened its grip as you let out the breath you’d been holding onto so fiercely. Your legs felt lighter once you stopped fighting the drag of them, your arms floating out to your sides, the back of your right hand brushing Steve’s stomach and you felt the muscles in his abdomen tense. But your eyes were fluttering, lashes blinking against your cheeks as you just let yourself be, your body floating, the cool water lapping at your neck, your face.

Steve’s hands were sure and steady on your back, never leaving or faltering. In fact they steered you away from the wall and kept you pushed to the surface, gently guiding and encouraging. They made your body feel warmer than the water did, the sun on your front, a dry heat that shone over your face and chest, rainbow spots in your vision and his palms were just as hot under the water.

He murmured nonsense as he let you balance on his fingertips, always encouraging and soft, pretty praises that made your toes curl into the pool and when he saw the way you trusted him, the way you let him hold you, he stopped talking altogether.

It was just you and Steve and the water under the sun.

Fingers danced a line along your spine, one set between your shoulder blades, the other holding you up from the small of your back and it was a shockingly intimate touch, especially when his skin found your own between the straps of your bathing suit.

Something told you that it would be a bad idea to open your eyes, but Eddie told you bad ideas had good outcomes all of the time. So you did just that, blinking against the sun that was rising as the morning moved on, the sky turning bluer and brighter, but not nearly as warm as Steve’s gaze.

He was looking down at you, his knees still bent and the water lapping at his chest, his face much closer than you realised. He was smiling, a soft thing that made your heart thunder loud enough to travel through the water, a steady drumbeat in your ears. And when the boy realised you were looking too, his cheeks turned that pretty pink colour, a cotton candy blush that you couldn’t help but stare at and he nodded, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“You’re doin’ great.”

The water filter trickled somewhere in the background, the sound of someone’s car door slamming in the distance. Apart from that, it was just Steve’s voice over your drum kit of a heart. It took a while for you to nod, water slipping over your chin and lips, tongue licking away chlorine.

“I’ve got a really good teacher,” you replied.

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sassypossumm · 5 days

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heyy!!! i love your writing so MUCH!!! and youre like one of the only blogs with jack thompson content 😭😭

SO! can i request a jack thompson x reader? maybe like an enemies to lovers vibes (with some smut if youre comfortable with it ehehehe /nf 🫶)

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!! 🫶💕💕

Soo sorry this took me so long, lovie, hope it was worth it!!!!

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Talk about awkward first impressions...

THUMP”

Y/N flinched at the sound coming from her back door again. Slowly she inched her way towards the kitchen and stopped short of rounding the corner that would put her in the eye line of whoever was making those noises. Pausing she looked down at her dog.

“Shh!” Putting her finger to her lips she shook her head at the dog smiling up at her, wagging his tale to beat the band.

“THUMP”

This time she heard the door knob begin to jiggle. Covering her mouth, Y/N stifled a yelp and accidentally bit her tongue. She winced at the familiar coppery tasted that filled her mouth. Not again. She groaned to herself silently, leaning her head against the wall.

“BANG, BANG”

Y/N felt her soul leave her body when the stranger began pounding on the door. The wood began splintering as the lock was being broken. The pounding stopped. Taking a fortifying breath, she peaked her head around the corner again, and saw two shadowy figures. Then the shadowy figures began scuffling. Quietly she crept into the kitchen and reached for her cast iron skillet. With a strength she didn’t know she possessed she inched her way towards the door, trying to prepare herself for what was inevitable.

“We die like men, right, Rugby?” She looked down at her dog and whispered. He just wagged his tail and drooled. The scuffling stopped, and she heard the telltale sound of a body dropping. Then, she heard soft foot steps on her back stoop.

“Hello?” She watched in horror as her door swung open. In the dark she could make out the silhouette of a rather tall man slowly entering her kitchen. Without thinking twice, she crept up behind the man and taking aim, she swung the pan just as the man turned to face her. With a sickening ‘thwap’ he went down hard.

“Oh, my goodness!” Dropping the pot, she ran to turn on the light. Blinking to adjust to the light, Y/N turned back to look at the man lying face down on her kitchen floor. Blood. “Rugby, I think I just killed a man.”

“Not dead.” The man groaned and rolled onto his back. Her dog, Rugby, waddled over the intruder and began licking his face. “Unfortunately.” The man moaned and covered his face.

“Rugby no!” Y/N rushed forward to pull her dog back. “We don’t lick the enemy.”

“Enemy?” The man still cradling his head, tried to sit up. Quickly Y/N grabbed the pan and pressed the end into the man’s chest.

“Now, you, you just stay right there!” He looked from the pan to her face and cocked a brow. Something was off. Y/N’s grip on the pan handle waivered slightly as she thought. Squinting her eyes, she really paused to look at him. He looked so familiar. She could’ve sworn she’d seen him somewhere. “JackThompson.” She breathed, dropping the pan. He moaned again at the sound and laid back down. Rushing to his side, she knelt and reached out a hand towards him. Jack jerked back and eyed her narrowly. “You need to go to the hospital, Mr. Thompson.” He acquiesced to her help, and together they managed to get him on his feet.

“Your door.” Jack motioned weakly in the direction of said broken door. Y/N waived a hand and led him to the kitchen table.

“I’ll call my roommate and have the neighbors watch out for Rugby until she gets back. Knowing her, the cops will have been called and the door fixed before you could say ‘Jack Robinson’.” Nodding with an affirmative grunt at her own statement, Y/N rushed off to tell her neighbors. Around the pain, Jack smirked at the familiar phrase. Leaning his elbow against the table he grimaced and fought through a wave of nausea. “Ready to go?” Y/N reappeared in the doorway sans Rugby and took in his steadily paling features. “Yup, lets go.” Getting him on his feet, she wrapped an arm around his waist, and he wrapped one around her shoulders. “Don’t be afraid to put your weight on me, I can take it.” She glanced up at him with a determined expression. Jack smirked again. Together they hobbled outside and managed to make it down the low stoop. Leading him to the car, she made sure he was settled, and when he made a half hearted attempt to buckle himself in, she shook her head and did it for him.

They were silent on the drive to the hospital. They were silent when the nurses helped him into a wheel chair and deposited him in the waiting room. They were silent as he filled out some preliminary paper work. They were silent after the nurse had set him up in one of the hospital beds and taken his vitals. And all the while he’d just stared at her. It wasn’t until the nurse slid the privacy curtain closed, that the silence finally broke Y/N.

“Mr. Thompson, I am so sorry.” She rushed to say, leaning forward in her chair. Jack blinked and looked up at the IV bag hanging from the IV hook. Running a hand over his face he closed his eyes and sighed.

“Definitely not how I thought I’d be spending my evening.” Jack said dryly looking at her.

“Are we back to you just staring at me.” She sighed and propped her chin in her hand. “Which reminds me." She perked up. “Why were you in my house?”

“I was passing by and saw a guy trying to break into your house. Guess I should’ve announced my intentions a little clearer.”

“I’d say the next time you want to save the day, announce that you’re the good guy before entering someone’s domicile.” She smirked. His lips twitched.

“Wouldn’t it seem more suspicious to loudly announce that I’m the ‘good guy’ when the door was just busted in by a shadowy figure?” He closed his eyes and bit back a groan as a bout of nausea rolled over him. Jumping to her feet, Y/N rushed to his side and put a hand to his forehead. He hissed and drew back, narrowing his eyes at her.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Thompson!” She reached towards him again, but he held up a hand.

“Please, just sit.” He held his head and waived towards the chairs. Nodding, she pulled a chair closer to him and sat. “By the way.” Jack narrowed his eyes and folded his arms slowly. “Have we met before? I’m not trying to be rude, but I don’t think I know you.” Y/N chuckled and leaned back in her chair.

“Yes and no, Mr. Thompson.”

“Care to elaborate?” Jack cocked a brow and motioned for her to continue.

“Ah, that’s a long story, Mr. Thompson.”

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

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darkpeacemusic · 1 year

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Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

#my writing #slasher #pin post #author #writers on tumblr #rules #rules for requests #creepypasta #dceu

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cuttergauthier · 1 year

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Who I Write For

Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky

Also if anyone would want me to start an AU let me know!

How to request

I DO NOT WRITE SMUT

New jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

Nathan Bastian

Dawson Mercer

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

Timo Meier

Brendan Smith

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Brock Boeser

Elias Pettersson

Cole McWard

Anthony Beauvillier

Dakota Joshua

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

Matthew Knies

Morgan Reilly

Buffalo Sabres

Owen Powers

Tyson Jost

Devon Levi

Erik Johnson

Jeff Skinner

Tage Thompson

Dylan Cozens

Casey Mittelstadt

Carolina Hurricanes

Michael Bunting

Andrei Svechnikov

Jack Drury

Pittsburgh Penguins

Pierre-Oliver Joseph

Ryan Graves

Ty Smith

Columbus Blue Jackets

Nick Blankenburg

Kent Johnson

Cole Sillinger

Adam Boqvist

Zach Werenski

Adam Fantilli

Vegas Golden Knights

Brendan Brisson

San Jose Sharks

Thomas Bordeleau

Tristen Robins

William Eklund

Henry Thrun

Luke Kunin

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Mason McTavish

John Gibson

Frank Vatrano

St Louis Blues

Jake Neighbours

Colton Parayko

Ottawa Senators

Josh Norris

Brady Tkachuk

Mathieu Joseph

Jakob Chychrun

Zack MacEwen

Tim Stutzle

Thomas Chabot

Minnesota Wilds

Matt Boldy

Brock Faber

Brandon Duhaime

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte

Quinn Byfield

Brandt Clarke

Pierre Luc Dubois

Alex Laferriere

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Sam Bennett

Mackie Samoskevich

William Lockwood

Aaron Ekblad

Josh Mahura

Brandon Montour

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

Bowen Byram

Nate Mackinnon

Miles Wood

Detroit Red Wings

J.T. Compher

Dylan Larkin

Joe Veleno

Jake Walman

Boston Bruins

Mason Lohrei

Johnny Beecher

Jeremy Swayman

Jake Debrusk

Charlie Mcavoy

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Arber Xhekaj

Kirby Dach

Christian Dvorak

Alex Newhook

New York Islanders

Noah Dobson

Mat Barzal

Philadelphia Flyers

Morgan Frost

Cam York

Jamie Drysdale

Joe Farabee

Tyson Foerster

Noah Cates

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafrenière

Adam Fox

K’Andre Miller

Braden Schneider

Chris Kreider

Zac Jones

Arizona Coyotes

Logan Cooley

Dylan Guenther

Clayton Keller

Nick Schmaltz

Chicago Blackhawks

Lukas Reichel

Seth Jones

Alex Vlasic

Connor Bedard

Tampa Bay Lightnings

Brandon Hagel

Anthony Cirelli

Seattle Kraken

Brandon Tanev

Jamie Oleksiak

Philipp Grubauer

Will Borgen

Dallas Stars

Wyatt Johnston

Jake Oettinger

Rope Hintz

Craig Smith

University of Michigan

Luca Fantili

Rutger McGroarty

Nick Moldenhauer

Phil Lapointe

Jacob Truscott

Tyler Duke

Marshall Warren

Frank Nezar

Ethan Edwards

Michigan State University

Red Savage

Isaac Howard

Maxim Štrbák

Ohio State University

Joe Dunlap

Cam Thiesing

Davis Burnside

Caden Brown

Matt Cassidy

Minnesota University

Luke Mittelstadt

Jimmy Snuggerud

Ryan Chesley

Oliver Moore

Brody Lamb

Boston College

Cutter Gauthier

Will Smith

Ryan Leonard

Gabe Perreault

Drew Fortescue

Jacob Fowler

Will Vote

University of Wisconsin

Cruz Lucius

Charlie Stramel

Zach Schulz

Random Teams

Nick Granowicz

Jay Keranen

Colton Dach

Nathan Gaucher

+ more

AU’s

Nick Granowicz x Msu Reader

Josh Norris x Tkachuk sister

Trevor Zegras x Hughes sister

Cutter Gauthier x Hughes sister

Matthew Knies x Matthews sister

Jack Hughes x Mercer au

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fallingforfictionalmen · 2 years

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May Favs

here's my favorite fics i read in may!! ** indicates smut, but if the work says 18+ regardless of sexual content pls respect the author these are all (character) x fem!reader or (character) x gn!reade (also I was really busy this month so there isn’t as many as usual but these ones are perfect gems)

Jack Thompson (Agent Carter)

undercover feelings - @writeroutoftime

Shot - @darling-i-read-it

Marc/Steven/Jake (MCU)

Discoveries (I actually requested this one and it’s amazing🥰) - @stevenspector

Peter Parker (MCU)

**Wolf Teeth** - @refairy

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Awake My Soul Masterlist (it’s not finished but trust me, you’re gonna wanna keep up with it) - @foreverindreamlandd

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

**Love Sick** - @whirlybirbs

Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

**Make Him Feel Better**- @holacia2 (idk why it isn’t letting me tag)

Shawn Mendes

**Wake Up Call**- @infiniteshawn

Chris Evans

**disneyland**- @bucksfucks

#jack thompson x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes x reader #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #tommy shelby x reader #shawn mendes x reader #chris evans x reader #fic recs: may #fic recs

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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Golden Lines - Chapter Five - Insatiable Desires

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza

Chapter Five Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Amanda Evans (mentioned), OFC Mrs. Stevens, OMC Dean Wesson, OMC Sam Hammond, OMC Steve Hammond, OMC Scott Leighton, OMC Tommy King, Diana Hiddleston (Tom's Mom: mentioned), Scott Evans (mentioned), Carly Evans (mentioned), Shanna Evans (mentioned), Lisa Capuano (Chris’s Mom: mentioned), G. Robert Evans III (Chris’s Dad: mentioned), Georgeta Orlovschi (Sebastian’s Mom: mentioned), OFC Shayly Andrews (mentioned), OMC Jameson Andrews (mentioned), and Dodger

Chapter Five Rating: Explicit 18+

Chapter Five Tags: **** PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER BEFORE CONTINUING!!!! **** SMUT, NSFW title card, angst, fluff, teacher/student relationships, anxiety, drinking, underage drinking, nervousness, mentions of past trauma (specifically the following: injury to hand, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and mental abuse), mentions of shitty parents (specifically dead beat fathers), pining, blindfolds, skydiving, airplanes, flying, heights, free falling, vomiting, kissing, nipple play, oral (male receiving), deep throating, face fucking, cum swallowing, overstimulation, dry humping, clit play, fingering, finger fucking, squirting, dirty talk, a tiny instance of dom/sub (if you squint), praise kink, begging, finger sucking, oral (female receiving), jacking off, lying, crying, self-esteem/self-worth issues, bed sharing, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think I've covered everything… PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE STARTING THIS CHAPTER!

Chapter Five Word Count: 11,289 (GOOD LORD… This got away from me...grab a snack and a beverage, folks. Lol.)

Chapter Five Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

Chapter Five Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: There are mentions of past physical, sexual, and mental abuse (as I stated above in the tags), and I've written this so if there are readers who need to skip that part, they can. There are asterisks that indicate where that part starts and ends if anyone needs to skip it! You won't miss anything if you do, I promise. ❤

The rest of the school week seems to drag itself out. Lily and Ang walk to Art class together, their finished assignments in hand. Angie is quiet, a little too quiet, and Lily immediately picks up on it. "Hey, babe. You good?"

She bites her lip nervously and glances over to her friend. "I'm scared, Lil. What if he doesn't like it?"

They walk into the classroom and take a seat at their normal table. "He's gonna love it, Ang. Tom's very much into art, at least, that's what Seb told me once."

She cocks her head to the side, "I just realized I never knew his first name until now. Tom is a fitting name, it suits him."

"Alright, class everyone settle down. I know all of you are excited for the weekend," Ang and Lily smirk at each other knowingly, "but we've still got an hour of school left. Everyone take out your finished pieces and have them ready for me to look at. I'll be walking around the room to give you a final grade."

Lily carefully unwraps her watercolor painting and sets it on the table. She wasn't sure what she was going to paint at first, but then she got to thinking about her Mom. Sebastian was only five when his Father left. He didn't have many memories of him, but he remembered the day he and their Mom were left alone, vividly.

Sebastian had told Lily the story on one of their movie nights and it's stuck with her ever since. He said that he had heard his Father yelling at their Mom, but he couldn't recall what he was angry about. He ran outside and followed him to his car, and shoved his hand in the door as it was being pulled closed. It smashed his fingers between the door and where it connected to the car. Sebastian told Lily that he did it because he thought that if his Father saw that he was hurt then he'd take him to the hospital and the doctor would say that he had to stay and take care of him. Instead, he watched him drive away. Seb chased the car, but was picked up by their Mom so she could wipe his tears and bandage his mangled hand.

Lily hasn't met her Father either, nor does she want to. Georgeta, their Mother, gives them everything they need. Sebastian was twenty when she was born, and helped take care of her as if she were his own and not his half sister. Their Mom is the strongest woman she's ever known. She always puts her and her brother first and never hesitates to go without just so they can be taken care of.

So, it's only fitting to dedicate her first watercolor painting to their Mom. It's of one of her favorite vacation spots. Lily remembers being a little girl, probably around ten, and going on vacation with her there. It was right around sunset, the reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks blanketed across the sky accenting with the mountain in the distance perfectly.

Painting it from memory was hard, but once she was finished it turned out to be the best one she's ever done.

Angie finishes unwrapping hers and gasps, "Lil! Oh, my god! That's beautiful!"

She smiles sheepishly, "not as beautiful as yours, love. Mr. H will probably cry when he sees that. I mean, for real though, that drawing should be in a museum."

Angie laughs and beams at her. "Only if your masterpiece is displayed right next to it!"

Mrs. Stevens makes her way over to their table and smiles as she looks over Lily's shoulder. "Ms. Stan, this is stunning! These watercolors are blended perfectly and the highlight on the mountain is beautifully done! You deserve an A."

"Thank you, Mrs. Stevens," Lily grins and watches as she moves over to look at Angie's.

"Oh… Oh, my goodness. Ms. DiLorenza this is breathtaking! The shading is impeccable and the blending is just the right amount. An A for you as well. The two of you are incredible artists! Mr. Hiddleston will surely appreciate this. Would you like to take it to him now? I don't believe he has a class."

Angie wrings her hands nervously, "I-I don't know. I'm kind of scared. What if he doesn't like it?"

Mrs. Stevens shakes her head. "Nonsense, dear. How about this? How about I call him down here. You can step out into the hallway for a bit of privacy, but you'll still be within earshot of the class. Sound good?"

Angie nodded. "Alright, it's settled."

A few minutes later she hears the familiar deep voice that she loves so much. She steals a quick glance and sees him standing just outside the doorway with her art teacher. He meets her eyes and she quickly looks away pulling her lip between her teeth. The sound of Mrs. Stevens' high heels click against the floor and stop just shy of their table. "He's waiting outside, dear. I'll be at my desk should you need me."

Angie takes a deep breath and stands up. Lily squeezes her hand for reassurance as she holds the drawing in the other. "You've got this, babe!"

Ang nods and slowly walks across the room to the door. She rounds the corner, holding the picture close to her chest as she looks up at him.

"Hi."

Even that one word sounds weak, but if Tom notices he doesn't point it out. "Hi, Ang. It's good to see you again." His accent sends a wave of arousal straight to her core. "I understand you have something for me?"

Angie looks down at the drawing clutched in her hands. "Well, I-I um…Mrs. Stevens… we-"

Tom places a warm hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, darling," he whispers. "Take your time."

Angie licks her lips, "our first assignment was to um...to create whatever we wanted. I wasn't-," she shifts her weight anxiously, "wasn't sure what to make so I just kind of zoned out a-and let my pencil have a mind of its own." Without making eye contact with him she holds the canvas out so he can take it. "I um...I made this...for you."

Tom hates to see his girl so nervous, but he can’t deny how adorable she looks standing in front of him like this. So innocent and - wait...did he just refer to Ang as his girl in his head? Well, that's new. She hands over the canvas without looking at him and toes at the tile floor with her shoe. He flips it over in his hands and sucks in a breath.

It's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. The detailed lines, the contrast of highlight and shade, and the attention to detail. It's...well, it's breathtaking, and the fact that it's a portrait of him makes it that more meaningful. Tom realizes he hasn't said anything, let alone released the breath he's been holding, and turns his attention back to Angie. She's shaking and picking at her fingernails and he has to force himself not to hug her.

"Darling, look at me."

She timidly raises her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"This is phenomenal, Ang. I...I'm speechless… I'm so honored that out of everything you could have drawn you chose me. Thank you."

She blinks a few times in rapid succession to keep from crying. "Well, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw the most beautiful person in the world."

Fuck! Shit shit shit!

God how she wished someone invented time travel so she could go back fifteen seconds. She could probably make it to the back doors to the parking lot if she made a run for it. They haven't even had their first date yet and she just dropped a bombshell that is normally saved for people who've been together for like...a few months.

Angie winces and turns her gaze back to the floor. The very floor she wishes would open up and let her fall into. Tom's index and middle fingers gently tilt her head back up. Those tears she worked so hard to stop before spill over her waterline and cascade down her cheeks.

"Oh, love," Tom brushes the wetness away with the back of his knuckles gingerly, "please don't cry. I'm not upset with you. In fact, I'm flattered. It's been quite a long time since a woman has called me beautiful." He discreetly reaches down to hold her hand, "and it's never been said by someone as stunning as you."

Angie feels her heart skip a beat. He…he thinks she's stunning?

Before she can say anything, Tom does a quick sweep of the hallway to be sure there's no one that can see them. He smooths his thumb over her bottom lip and smiles softly before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her lips. It only lasts a second, but it was by far the best second of her life.

"I'll see you tomorrow, my darling girl." He winks and turns on his heel leaving Angie there with wide eyes and flushed skin.

Holy shit he kissed her!

Jessy walks quickly to her locker and grabs what she needs to complete her assignments over the weekend. It's been the slowest Friday ever, but it's finally time to leave. She shoots Angie a quick text to let her know she'll meet her at the mall and heads to her car.

Since they both have dates tomorrow night, a special outfit is a must for both of them. Twenty minutes later she pulls into a free parking space next to Angie's car.

"JESSY! Oh, my god he fuckin' kissed me!"

Jessica had barely gotten out of her car when Angie told her the news, and she was ecstatic. "No way!" She grabs Ang's hands and they bounce in place with excitement, "girl when?! Tell me everything!"

She lets out a dreamy sigh and smiles. "You know how I drew that picture of him?" Jessy nods. "Well, Mrs. Stevens called him down to her class so I could give it to him. So, there we were, in the hallway, and I was so fuckin' nervous. God, was I nervous. He was so sweet with me though. He called me darling and waited patiently while I stuttered like an idiot. He was speechless, babe. He loved it."

She grins, "I knew he would, Ang."

Angie blushes, "there's more though. He told me he was honored that out of everything, I chose to draw him, and like a dumbass I told him I couldn't pass up on drawing the most beautiful person in the world."

Jessica gasps. "Oh, shit! How did he take that?"

"Well, I didn't see his initial reaction cause I immediately looked down at the floor, but he lifted my head and wiped my tears. He called me love and said that no one as stunning as me has ever referred to him as beautiful. Then," she bites her lip as the memory of his mouth on hers plays over and over in her head, "he looked around, kissed me for like a second, and then called me his darling girl!"

"Ahh! Ang! Oh, my god that's so cute! You two are freakin' adorable together, I swear!"

Angie hugs her and giggles. "You ready to buy something that's gonna knock our men off their feet?

Jessica nods and hugs her, "hell yeah! Let's do this!"

Two hours and eight stores later, both of them had their outfits tried on and bought. Angie picks a plaid blue and red skirt that sits about four inches above the knee, and a matching form-fitting shirt. Jessy decides on a short, simple, yet elegant, velvet burgundy dress. After that the girls eat a little snack at the food court together to tide them over before heading home to do their homework.

Lily sits Indian style on her bed and works on one of her journal entries for English Literature. Sebastian may be her teacher, but he never once treated her any differently from the other kids. Friday's topic was a free day, and she's trying to think of something to write about. All she can think about is Chris, and what he told her brother the other day. One part of her wants to know who the girl is that he's willing to take such a big risk for, and the other part of her doesn't. Lily knows it's not her. Why would it be? He's twenty-two years her senior and her teacher for God's sake. She sighs and begins to write about him anyway. It's not like Seb will guess who it is. Not if she's vague enough.

A couple of minutes later after she's done writing, she hears the front door open. That's odd...Seb normally hangs out with Chris on Saturday's… She thinks to herself.

"Lily? Hey, you home?"

She moves to lay on her stomach and starts playing Candy Crush on her phone. "In my room!"

Sebastian knocks lightly and peaks his head in. "So, I'm gonna need you to get changed into some jeans and a t-shirt that you don't mind potentially getting dirty."

She looks at him like he’s grown a third eye. "Um...what?"

He rolls his eyes. "Just...c'mon! We gotta leave in like," he checks his watch, "ten minutes."

Lily changes, even though she's thoroughly confused, and puts on some old tennis shoes. "Okay, I'm ready. So, what are we doin'?"

Sebastian shakes his head and opens the garage. "Can't tell ya! It's a surprise!"

"Ugh! You know how much I hate surprises, Seb!" She groans and slides into the passenger seat of his black Dodge Charger. He hands her a black bandana and smirks.

"Yeah, I know. Humor me and put that on. You're not allowed to see anything until we get there."

"Seriously?! Fine...but I get to pick what we listen to." Lily unlocks her phone and pulls up her favorite playlist on Spotify. "Here, I'll let you get it connected while I put this on."

Sebastian chuckles and takes her phone. "Remind me why I love you again?"

She pulls the ends of the bandana into a knot and adjusts it over her eyes. "Because I keep you sane, not to mention I'm the fun sibling."

"Whoa, hey now, wait a minute! I'm fun!"

Lily scoffs, "okay, mister 'the only thing I do for fun is hang out with Chris every Saturday' you keep tellin' yourself that. Speaking of him, why aren't you two having your normal bro night anyway?"

Even though she couldn't see him, Sebastian rolls his eyes as he pulls out of the driveway. "Well, I told you I would make it up to you for bailing on our movie night. Plus, he's got a date."

Lily feels a pang of jealousy flood through her chest. "Oh," she hates how she can't control the hurt tone in her voice, "that's good. I hope it goes well."

Sebastian glances over at her, immediately picking up on her change of mood. He leaves it alone for now since today is about her.

The drive is quiet, except for the music, and Lily finds herself thinking about Chris again. Well, she often thinks about him, but now she is imagining him with another woman. Honestly, she wishes she could just tell him how she feels so she can get his reaction. Maybe if he rejects her, then she will be able to get over him.

She sighs and closes her eyes. "Are we there yet? I feel like we've been in the car for over an hour now."

Sebastian stops the car and puts it in park, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Yeah, we're here. You can take off the bandana now."

Lily rips the fabric off her head and blinks to adjust to the light. Once she's able to see clearly, she gasps. "SKYDIVING?! Oh, my god! Sebby! Are you serious?!"

She looks at him with wonder and he laughs, "yeah, I'm serious! I know how long you've been wanting to do this, and I figured it was time for me to face one of my fears."

Lily unbuckles her seatbelt and throws herself over the center console to hug him. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!"

He pats her on the back, "does this make me the fun sibling now?"

"Don't push your luck, Shakespeare nerd." She pulls away and climbs out of the car. "C'mon! Let's go!"

Angie looks herself over in her bathroom mirror for the millionth time and fixes a stray piece of hair. You look fine. Jessy was right, he's gonna love it. She tries to reassure herself as she applies a bit of lip gloss. Checking to make sure she has her phone, charger, a change of clothes, and her toothbrush, she walks down to her car. Jessy and her had the bright idea to tell their parents they were staying overnight at the other one's house. You know, just in case things go well and they decide to sleep over.

It takes about thirty minutes to get to Tom's house, but she finally finds it. She's in awe as she parks in the driveway. It's a two-tone modern home, wood tone on the upper level and off-white on the lower. There's a balcony that wraps around and has glass paneling as a barrier. An inground pool sits off to the side of a wooden staircase.

She slings her backpack over her shoulder and makes her way to the front door. Her heels click against the asphalt and her heart thrums rapidly in her chest. Angie takes a deep breath and blows it out before knocking a few times. Seconds later, she hears footsteps and the lock clicks.

Tom opens the door and her eyes go wide. He's wearing a white button down shirt, the top two buttons undone, and a pair of black slacks that sit low on his hips. His hair is neatly tousled and his feet are bare. Ang is so busy checking him out that she doesn't see the way he's looking at her.

Tom stands rooted to the spot. He cannot believe how beautiful his girl looks. She's standing before him in a tight red top and short plaid skirt. Her hair is curled in loose waves, her light makeup a perfect touch to her flawless skin. He wants to devour her right there in his doorway.

"Ang…," he looks her up and down as he bites and licks his lips, you look amazing."

She blushes, "thank you. You look gorgeous, but you always do in my eyes." He takes her bag from her as she walks inside. "Wow, your house is beautiful."

He sets her things down and gently grabs her hand. "Come here, darling."

Angie spins around and looks up into his blue eyes. "May I kiss you?" He asks, his voice an octave lower than normal. She nods and he pulls her flush against his body. "I can't help myself when you look this stunning, love."

He cups Angie's cheek in one of his large hands and brings his mouth down to meet hers. She's shy, he can tell, but soon she's kissing him back with fervor. Her lip gloss tastes like cherries and it's intoxicating. Tom backs her up, presses her against the wall, and tightens his grip on her waist as she moans into his mouth. He doesn't want to, but he knows if he doesn't stop now their dinner will get cold.

He pulls away slowly and watches her. Ang is breathing heavily and her eyes are still closed. She's breathtaking.

"Are you thirsty? I've got water, wine, Coke, Sprite, and I think there’s a case of beer in the garage."

She opens her eyes and smirks. "I'm thirsty, but not for any of those things."

He stutters and feels his slacks tighten, "L-Love, we…," he nods toward the kitchen, "dinner…"

Angie grins mischievously and walks around to his other side. "You have a microwave, right?" He nods. "Well then…," she pushes him against the wall with her hands, "I say we skip dinner for now."

Tom curses under his breath as she drops to her knees in front of him. "Besides, I have," her fingertips brush the rather large tent in his pants, "what I want right here." Angie pops the button and pulls the zipper down, her panties getting wetter by the second.

"Fuck, Ang…"

Tom's pants fall to his ankles and his hands shake as she lowers his boxers just enough to free him. His cock is painfully hard and she hasn't even touched him yet. Her small hand grips the base and he throws his head back.

"Darling...please…"

She runs her nails on the other hand down his thigh making him shiver. "I've never done this before, but I'll do my best to make it feel good." Tom's pretty sure anything Angie does will feel like heaven, but he nods anyway.

The moment her lips close over his flared tip, he lets out the prettiest moan she's ever heard. It only fuels her to take him deeper. He's longer than he is thick, but she still has to open her mouth pretty wide.

Once Angie has him about halfway she stops, not wanting to go any further in case she has a gag reflex. She trails her tongue tentatively along the underside of him and jumps a little when he thrusts forward slightly.

"My, god...s-sorry baby...fuck that feels good." He threads his long fingers through her hair and wets his lips. "Want me to show you how? I'll be gentle, love." She nods as best as she can and blinks her innocent doe eyes at him. He nearly comes undone at the sight.

His grip on her hair tightens and he begins to move her head up and down on his cock. Tom's eyes flutter closed, "oh, fuck! Darling, you're so good for me. So fucking good...mmm, yeah, move your tongue just like that, oh, my god…"

Angie is floored by the way he's talking to her. She had no idea she would get such satisfaction from praise alone, but coming from Tom it was music to her ears. She pushes back on his thighs and he let's go of her.

"Are you okay?" She shakes her head yes and kisses the tip of each finger on his right hand. "Fuck my mouth, please."

Tom feels his need for her ignite into a wildfire. "God… are you sure, love? I don't want to hurt you. Especially since you're new at this."

Angie kisses the tip of his cock, a bead of precum coating her lips, "please, baby? I want you to feel good."

He breathes a shuddering breath and swallows thickly. "Alright, love, but I want you to tap my thigh if it becomes too much. Now, open that sweet mouth for me, darling."

Angie obeys and Tom pushes his cock between her parted lips and doesn't stop until he feels her nails dig into his skin. "Shh, relax, love. Take - oh, shit! - deep breaths through your nose. Y-Yeah, that's it. You're such a good girl, Ang. God, your mouth feels so good…"

She feels herself relax a few seconds later and Tom slides the remaining inches down her throat. He's panting, a thin coat of sweat covering his skin, and when he feels Angie swallow he about loses his mind.

“OH, FUCK! Ang...Ang oh, my fucking god!"

She wants more, no needs more, so she does the only thing she can think of and tries to move her head back and forth, but his grip on her is too strong. She whines softly when he pulls her hair.

"I know, love. Just...fuck...g-give me a second. I don't want to cum just yet.”

He evens out his breathing and starts a slow rhythm. He's trying to be careful, but the little moans she makes every time he slides down her throat are nothing shy of sinful. Angie swirls her tongue around him and he growls.

"Oh, s-shit! Ang, I...you're...oh, god!" He looks down at her with hooded eyes. "You're so perfect, darling. O-On your knees for me, taking my cock so well. I wish you could see yourself right now. So pretty…so good… fuck!"

Tom moans out her name and fucks her mouth a bit harder, the heat in his lower belly now a sea of molten lava.

"I-I...love, I'm...where do you...can I-?"

He can't even form a coherent thought, let alone speak, but Angie gets what he's asking her. She absolutely needs to taste him, needs to feel him come undone from her mouth. She does the first thing that comes to mind and grips his ass hard, pulling him forward. Tom groans and works his left hand into her hair next to his right.

"Fuck! Oh, you're amazing, darling. So good for me." He thrusts deep and squeezes his eyes shut, "shit I'm close, Ang! I-I'm...oh, darling I'm…unghh AHH!"

Tom's orgasm hits him like a Mack truck. His vision goes white and his legs shake while his cock pulses in her warm, wet mouth. Angie swallows everything he gives her and only pulls away when he releases the hold on her hair.

"Did I do okay?"

Her cheeks have tear tracks and her lips are swollen as she looks up at him through her lashes. Tom leans his head back on the wall behind him and chuckles breathily, "baby…that was…more than okay. I cannot believe that was your first time. God, I haven't felt that good in...well...ever."

He pulls her to her feet and tucks himself back into his boxers before kissing her hungrily. He can taste himself on her tongue, but he doesn't care. She's beautiful, and he never wants to let her go. He reluctantly steps back and pulls his pants back up over his hips.

"Shall we have dinner, my darling girl? Maybe afterwards I can return the favor."

She nods and bites her lip.

"Alright, why don't you have a seat and I'll dish everything up for us."

Jessica parks outside of Chris’s house just as her phone dings. She looks down and smiles when she sees it's him telling her the door's unlocked and she can just come in when she gets there. Her eyes look back up and admire how beautiful everything is. The house is a light beige color with very modern looking features. There's a lot of windows that are trimmed with a dark, ebony wood. A huge tree casts a shadow over the shrubbery and front walk-way, allowing the low lighting from the porch to give it a warm, cozy feel.

She locks her car, puts her keys in the front pocket of her bag, and takes a breath to calm her nerves. It's a warm evening and the leaves are beginning to turn autumn colors. Jessy approaches the front door and turns the knob, slowly entering his home. If she thought the outside was beautiful, then she wasn't prepared for the inside. It felt so inviting. The same ebony wood accented white furniture and walls, and everything had its place. Very pristine.

She smoothes her straightened hair and fixes her dress before calling out to make her presence known. "Chris?"

A moment later, his Boston accent echoes back to her. "In the kitchen, sweetheart!"

She sets her bag down by the door and follows the sound of his voice. Jessica finds him in an enormous state of the art kitchen. Modern appliances, a huge kitchen island with bar stools, and a wooden floor open up into an equally beautiful dining room. Chris stands facing the stove, his back to her as he stirs something that smells absolutely amazing.

He's casually dressed in dark jeans and a blue button down. "I hope you're hungry. I'm mak-" He stops mid-sentence as he turns around to face her, the spoon he's holding clatters to the floor.

"Sweetheart…," he breathes, "you look absolutely incredible…"

He walks over to her and slides his hands up her bare arms, "you got this dressed up for me?"

She nods and shyly bites her lip. "Yeah, I-I wanted to try and look pretty since you always look… well… amazing."

Chris’s eyes roam up and down her body, like he can't look everywhere fast enough. Her four and a half inch stilettos make her come up to just below his chin, and her makeup accentuates her eyes beautifully.

"Sweet girl, you're always pretty." He kisses her deeply, his body flush against hers as he licks into her mouth. "Honey, I'll end up eating you for dinner if I don't stop now." He smirks down at her and raises an eyebrow when her breath hitches. "Oh," he coos. "You'd like that, hm? Another time, I promise. I made my Mom's famous Cajun Chicken Alfredo and I can't wait for you to try it."

He brushes her cheek and goes back to the stove to finish up their food. He pours her a glass of red wine and pulls out the chair for her to sit down. "You look even more beautiful in the candlelight, sweetheart." He kisses her cheek and puts a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of her. "It's hot, so be careful, okay?"

Jessica nods. Thank you, Chris. This looks delicious."

They chat while they eat, getting to know one another better. Talking to Chris comes naturally. It feels like she's known him for years. She tells him about Shayly and Jameson, skipping the part about how she basically lived with them. Chris beams as he talks about his family. Jessy learns that he has three siblings. A younger brother Scott, an actor who's happily dating his boyfriend of two years, an older sister Carly who's also an actress, and a younger sister Shanna who's an aspiring author. He mentions that his Mom's an actress as well, and his Dad's a dentist.

Chris casually asks her about her parents and she tries not to show her grimace, but, of course, he picks up on it. "Jessy? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to.”

She shakes her head and looks at her half empty plate. "No, you didn't… I just… my childhood wasn't that great. 'S kinda why my Mom and I moved here."

Chris watches her push a noodle around with her fork, "do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" He takes her hand and she closes her eyes. "I know I need to. I haven't told anyone...not even Shayly. I just...I don't know if I can."

He stands up and holds out his hand, "come here, honey. Let's go sit down in my living room."

She lets him lead her to the other side of his house and smiles when she sees Dodger sprawled out on the floor. "Hey, buddy! Remember me?" He jumps up and wags his tail happily, "oh, you're so cute! Wook at your cute wittle face!"

Chris chuckles, his heart full of happiness at the sight of Jessy baby talking to his best friend. "I think I've been replaced. How could you, Dodge?! I give you everything and the moment a beautiful woman comes in the house I'm chopped liver. Typical." He's joking, of course, and grins when Jessica rolls her eyes playfully.

"Listen, babe, I can't help it. Dogs just get me, ya know?"

Chris tosses Dodger one of his favorite bones and sits down. "C'mere, baby. Come sit." He pats his thigh and gingerly pulls her into his lap. His thumb caresses her cheek, "you can tell me as much or as little as you need, sweetheart. I won't talk while you are. I'm here to listen, okay?"

Jessy plays with her hands, focusing on Dodge happily chewing away at his treat. "It's a long story, but I… I really feel like I can trust you with it. So many people have asked me to open up about it, but I've never wanted to. Not until I met you."

Chris takes one of her hands in his and kisses the back of her knuckles, sweetly. "I'm honored you feel that way, Jessy. I promise not to tell anyone anything you're about to tell me. Not even Sebastian or Tom."

She takes a deep breath and swallows the lump in her throat, preparing to tell him everything.

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"The earliest memory I have of my Father is from when I was four years old. He's actually my Step-Father. My real Dad died when I was a baby. Anyway, I was playing out on the back patio with my building blocks and heard him yelling at my Mom. I don't remember what it was about, but he was staggering and waving his hands around. My Mom was crying and he must have gotten sick of hearing her because I watched him hit her."

Chris began rubbing her back and she took a moment to collect herself. "It went on like that for years. He was always drunk, and my Mom worked two jobs to keep us from losing the house. H-He got fired and sat at home, just drinking in front of the TV. When um…" Jessy squeezes her eyes shut and tries desperately not to cry. Chris turns her in his lap so she's facing him and kisses her forehead, "you don't have to tell me, baby. It's okay." Jessica shakes her head, "n-no I-I need to. It's just hard reliving the memories."

Chris holds her waist and rubs his thumbs in the little divots of her hips, trying his best to comfort her. "When he wasn't black out drunk, he'd sometimes…," she closes her eyes and lets a couple of tears fall, "h-he'd sometimes touch me…," she whispers shakily. Chris’s grip tightens on her waist and he clenches jaw, but stays quiet so she can finish. "He never….actually um...put anything inside of me, but he touched me o-on the outside. I had to touch him too...he told me if I ever told anyone he'd k-kill me." Jessy was full blown crying now, but she needs this weight off her chest.

"My Mom doesn't know. No one does… except you. If I tried to um… to stop him he'd hit me or grab my face so hard that it left bruises. I wasn't physically strong enough to get away, so I just… I let him do those… things because I thought I had to. The sooner I complied, the sooner he'd get it over with and go to sleep." She sniffles and wipes at her cheeks, "the first time it happened I was five. It didn't stop until I was twelve.

He um… he lost interest in me when I...when I hit puberty. I still got hit when I made him angry though. My Mom got the worst of it, and when I was fourteen I started protecting her. I-I'd push her behind me a-and take the brunt of it. It was all the same to him. As long as he could take his anger out on someone, it didn't matter who it was." She takes a shaky breath and lets it out. "My mom finally filed for divorce a few weeks ago. That's why we moved here. To get away… from him."

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Jessy opens her eyes and looks into Chris’s. The emotion in them is overwhelming. She starts to softly sob and he moves his hands to her cheeks. "Shh, I've got you, honey. I'm so sorry you had to go through something so horrible. You have to know none of that was your fault. You know that, right?"

She nods and lets out a choked sob.

"You're safe now, baby. I won't let anybody hurt you ever again. I'm here now, and you're safe with me, sweetheart."

He dries her tears with the throw blanket draped over the couch and holds her close. "Will you kiss me?"

He nods, "I'll give you whatever you need, baby."

His kiss is careful, like she'll break if he's too rough. Jessy grips his shirt and deepens the kiss, trying hard to push the bad memories from her mind. He slides his right hand up her back until his fingers are embedded in her long red hair. She whimpers and shifts in his lap making him groan.

"Jessy… maybe we should stop. I don't want this to lead to something you're not ready for."

She whines and moves his free hand to her chest. "I need this… please, Chris? I wanna forget everything he did to me. Please make me forget…"

He pecks her lips and rests his forehead against hers. "Okay, whatever you need, love." He moves his hands up and down her sides, "how do you want to do this? Tell me what you need, honey."

Jessica rolls her hips and watches as his eyes flutter closed. "Is like this okay? I-I don't know if I'm ready for um...well for anything more than that."

Chris swallows hard, "yeah, that's fine, sweetheart. You wanna leave the dress on?"

Jessica bites her lip and sits back, crossing her hands so she can lift the velvety fabric over her head. Chris’s jaw drops. She's completely bare, no bra or panties, and he can feel himself harden instantly.

"Fuck...Jessy you're breathtaking," he breathes. "Look even more beautiful than I imagined."

She blushes and fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. "T-Thanks, but you're way more beautiful than me."

Chris frowns and mentally makes a note to talk to her about that comment later. Right now her pleasure is his priority. He helps her remove his shirt and watches as she marvels at his chest. Her small fingers trace one of his tattoos and it makes him shiver.

Tentatively, Jessy begins rocking her hips against him. Her lips are parted and every so often a soft moan fills the space between them. "Touch me," she whispers.

Chris gently flicks the pad of his thumb over her nipple, making it harden under his touch. Jessica throws her head back and grinds down on him harder. "Chris! M-More...please…" He takes one of them in his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers. Her moans are louder now, his jeans wet with her arousal.

"God, sweetheart, look at you. You're so pretty, movin' over my cock. That's it, just like that… mmm shit baby… you feel how hard I am? Could cum just watchin' you like this."

Jessy grabs his hair and pulls to give her more control as she quickens her pace. "Oh, Chris! Feels so good… fuck! Baby," her voice is a breathy moan as she looks into his eyes, "wanna make y-you feel good too."

He swipes his thumb along the seam of her lips and can't help the filthy noise he makes when she sucks it into her mouth. "Shit! J-Jessy…oh, sweetheart, trust me, watchin' you make yourself feel good is more than enough for me.”

She leans down to kiss and lick the skin on his neck and he raises his hips to meet hers. "That feel good, honey? You want me to keep movin' my hips like this?"

She whines and digs her nails into his biceps. "Yes! Don't stop…please...oh, god!"

She's dripping wet now, his cock leaking precum as she rocks her hips rapidly. The slight sting of denim against her clit sends jolt after jolt of heat through her body that gathers in her lower abdomen. It starts to simmer, slowly growing hotter by the second.

Chris kisses her, deep and passionate, guiding her hips so her soaked core glides over the head of his cock on every pass. She's ethereal to him. He can't believe this gorgeous woman finds this much pleasure in his body. Out of every woman he's ever been with, Jessica's the only one he's ever felt this strongly for. He isn't in love with her, no, he's not ready for that yet. It's too soon after Amanda, but she just...does something to him that he can't quite explain yet.

She whimpers and reaches for his right hand, "please…need you...wanna cum…"

His eyes roll back when she brings his fingers to her clit. "God! Honey, you're fuckin' soaked. I turn you on this much?" He moves his thumb in lazy circles making her legs shake. "C'mon, baby, that's it. You're close. Can hear how wet you are too. So damn pretty, baby."

Jessy clings to his shoulders and kisses him hard. Her mouth stumbles against his as her whole body begins to shake. "Oh, Chris," she breathes against his lips, "Chris I- oh, my god!"

He takes her lip between his teeth and bites down gently, "that's right, Jessica. Let go…come all over my cock, sweetheart."

Chris's words send her falling over the edge, her nails scratching down his arms as she throws her head back and screams his name. He holds her steady and works her through her orgasm making sure to draw it out as long as he can. Jessy grips his wrist and he finally pulls away as she rests her head on his bare shoulder.

"C-Chris," she half whines, half pants, "felt so good…"

He kisses her hair and runs his fingertips up and down her back. "Did so good for me, honey."

Jess pulls back to look down into his lust-blown eyes. It occurs to her that he's still very much hard, and she reaches down to cup him through his pants making him hiss. "Baby…what are you doin'?"

She giggles and kisses the tip of his nose. "Isn't it obvious? I wanna make you cum too."

His breathing gets heavier as she continues to stroke his clothed cock. "'M okay, Jessy. Y-You don't ha- fuck - have too."

She starts a trail of kisses down his chest as she moves to kneel on the floor in front of him. "Oh, but I want to. Wanna taste you."

She looks up at him with big eyes and he almost cums from that alone. "Please, handsome?"

Sebastian and Lily approach the hanger and greet their instructor cheerfully. "Hi! I'm Lily and this is my big brother, Sebastian."

The man smiles and shakes their hands. "We've been expecting you two! I've gotten quite familiar with Sebastian over the past couple of days. I'm Dean Wesson and I'll be your instructor today."

He points to four other people across the room, "these guys will be assisting you with your jump." Dean points from left to right, those two in the silver and black suits are Sam and Steve Hammond and the ones in the blue and white are Scott Leighton and Tommy King."

Dean goes over the basics with them. He gets Seb and Lily fitted into their own suits and helmets before bringing them into the gear room. "Okay, so here's a breakdown of all the different parts of your pack. When you're wearing it it'll be pretty snug. On the bottom right underside is the pull for your main shute. You'll reach back behind you to grab it and pull hard to release." Dean points to the left shoulder strap, "this is your reserve shute should your main one fail. The red pull on the right strap is what you'll use if your main shute gets tangled and you have to cut it away. Does that all make sense?"

The two of them nod and they sign a waiver before getting their packs fitted to their suits. All seven of them head to the plane and buckle themselves in for take off. Ironically, Lily learns that taking off is actually more dangerous than the dive. Once they're in the air, she glances over at Sebastian. He's putting up a front, but she can tell he's scared.

"Hey," she reaches for his hand and squeezes it, "you good?"

He gives her a tight-lipped smile and closes his eyes. "Yeah…, I'm good."

Lily frowns, "Seb, if you don't wanna do this-"

"It's alright, Lil. I told you I'd make it up to you, and I meant it. Even if I gotta do something that scares me to death. Anything to make my baby sister happy." He grins and pulls her into a side hug.

"Alright, folks! We're at fifteen hundred feet. Go ahead and remove your seatbelts and do a final check of your gear. Once you've triple checked everything you can put your helmet on."

After making sure they're all secure, Sam and Steve talk to Sebastian while Tommy and Scott prep Lily for her jump. She decides to go first and moves closer to the door. Once it's open, she waits for the signal. Tommy gives her the thumbs up and she steals a final look at her brother before jumping.

Scott grabs onto her left shoulder while Tommy takes the right. Because it's impossible to hear them at the speed they're falling, they use hand and arm signals to communicate. Lily has her arms out in front of her, slightly at an angle, with her fingers bent a little. Her knees are also bent and spread out, and it makes her look like one of those flying squirrels. Her head is up and back so she can keep the right velocity. Tommy instructs her to do a couple of practice pulls. She reaches back and barely tugs on the release of her main shute two times and he seems satisfied.

The ground is getting bigger now, and she briefly wonders if Sebastian is okay. She can't see him, but she hopes he's alright. He's her brother after all. A few minutes later Tommy gives her the go ahead to open her shute and she spreads her arms wide, sticks them in front of her, and reaches back behind her to grab the pull. This time, she tugs on it hard and a moment later she's jerked upwards as her parachute fully expands.

The view is unbelievable. Trees, roads, fields, and bodies of water, all of it is so small from here. Lily glances up and over her shoulder and smiles when she sees that Sebastian’s shute is also safely open. Her instructors point her left and she angles her body to turn. As the ground becomes closer, she leans back slightly, bending her legs just like she was taught. She touches down safely and rolls a little as her speed catches up to her. Her heart is racing and her whole body tingles with adrenaline.

Sebastian lands moments later and comes up to sit on his knees once he stops rolling. Lily takes her helmet off and unclips the pack from her suit. "Seb!" She runs towards him and crouches down as he removes his helmet. His eyes are closed and he doesn't look like he feels good.

Lily crouches down behind him and rubs his back as he gets sick. "Are you okay?"

He nods, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit. "Y-Yeah… I'm okay."

She helps him to his feet and begins to fold his shute up for him. "What did you think?"

He sways a little when he stands, trying not to throw up again. "Was it everything you thought it would be? Did I do well in making it up to you?"

Lily tucks it back into his pack and smiles wide. "That. Was. AMAZING! God, the rush, the wind in my hair, the view, it was better than I expected!"

She rolls up her parachute and grabs her gear before taking the short walk back to the main hangar. After they've put everything away and changed back into their normal clothes, they say their 'thank you's' and 'goodbye's' before heading back to Sebastian’s car.

They climb in and Lily turns to face him, "I can't believe you got sick you dork! It wasn't that bad, was it?" Lily picks fun at him playfully and Sebastian rolls his eyes.

"Alright, how about we go to the pet store downtown and hold tarantulas next?"

She shivers and crinkles her nose in disgust, "oh, hell no! That is not happening!"

Sebastian chuckles and pulls out of the lot onto the main road. "Mmkay, well, I'm gonna stop and get a Sprite since I feel like shit, do you want anything?"

Lily reconnects her phone to his Bluetooth and clicks on 'Guys my Age' before putting her seatbelt on. "Ooo! Can we get McDonald's cheeseburgers?"

He nods, "sure. Today's all about you, Lil."

Seb listens as she sings along to the song and can see that she's scrolling through her camera roll. He doesn't mean to, but in the process of looking to see if any cars are coming at a busy intersection, something catches his eye. It's a text message conversation. He can't make out the words because she's too far away, but he does see a familiar picture of him and Chris that he uploaded to Instagram a week or so ago.

Lily bites her lip and leans back against the headrest closing her eyes. This song always stirs up her feelings for Chris. Her and Ang are texting about her day and she told her about how she's the fun sibling. Angie didn't believe that all Seb does for fun is spend his Saturday's at Chris’s, so she sent her a recent photo of then from his Insta. She'd saved it to her phone gallery as soon as she saw it. Chris looks so good in it. He's wearing one of his tight t-shirts that leaves little to the imagination and it drives her crazy. The chorus comes on and she sings along with it, her mind picturing bluish-green eyes and a sweet smile.

Sebastian furrows his brows and glances over at his sister. She's singing and her mind seems far away. A thought crosses his mind, but he shakes it away almost instantly. It was silly anyway. They've been best friends since she was eleven and he'd always thought she'd look to him as another older brother. There's no way Lily has romantic feelings for Chris…right?

Tom walks back in the dining room and sets a plate down in front of Angie. It's her favorite, an omelette with American cheese, peppers, onions, and some salsa drizzled on top. He's paired it with some bacon and rye toast, and it makes her mouth water.

"Oh, this looks amazing! How'd you know it was my favorite?"

Tom laughs and takes a seat across from her. "I didn't. Omelets happen to be my favorite too, darling."

The two of them eat and play the game where one person asks the other a question and then they switch. "When's your birthday?" Tom asks and looks across the table at her. She points her fork at him and swallows her bite of food.

"Believe it or not, it's the same day as my favorite holiday. Halloween!"

His eyes widen, "that's so cool! Mine is February ninth. I was almost a Valentine's Day baby!"

"Alright, where were you born?"

He takes a sip of wine, "Westminster, London. I actually have dual citizenship which is good for when I go and visit my family."

Angie's eyes light up with wonder. "Wow! I've never been out of the country, but I've always wanted to go! I bet London is so pretty! I dreamed of seeing Big Ben and Buckingham Palace in person when I was a little girl."

"I'll take you, love"

Ang chokes on her wine making it nearly come out her nose. "I-I'm sorry? You'll what now?"

Tom reaches across the table and takes her hand in his, rubbing little circles, "I'll take you to London, Ang. I go at least twice a year and I haven't been since March. My mum will be calling me any time now demanding I come back to visit soon."

She stares at him, her jaw slack, "I… there's no way I can pay for that…"

He chuckles and shakes his head, "don't be silly. I plan on buying your ticket and everything else while we're there anyway."

"Tom," she whispers, "…I can't let you spend that much money on me."

He gets up and walks around the table, crouching down to her level. "Darling, please? I really want to do this." He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her lips, "besides...I can think of ways for you to pay me back. One's that don't involve money."

He winks and her cheeks flush. "Okay, you can take me to London, BUT only if you promise not to go overboard on the money you spend on me! Promise me." He stands and lifts her up, spinning around in a circle, "I promise, love."

He kisses her again, only this time with more passion. Angie wraps her legs around his waist while he carries her into his bedroom. It's very clean, a four poster bed, and it smells like him. That's all she gathers of her surroundings because the next second she's against the wall. Tom peppers kisses along her jaw, slowly moving to her neck. Angie moans and tilts her head back to grant him more access.

"Tom," she whines, "oh, god, please!"

He nips at the skin below her ear, "please what, love?" His clothed cock is putting delicious pressure on her clit making it hard to think, let alone breathe. "Wanna feel you… y-your - oh, my god - your fingers."

Tom's left hand tangles in her long, dark locks, while his right slides underneath her shirt. "Well, why didn't you just say so, my darling girl?"

He lifts her red shirt over her head and tosses it somewhere behind him. His eyes darken as they roam her newly exposed skin. "Absolutely stunning…"

His mouth leaves her skin burning hot wherever it touches and his big hands knead her breasts until her nipples are hardened peaks. "Tom! Need you...please 'm so wet…"

"Oh, I know you do," he delves his tongue into her mouth and moves it against hers, pulling away only when he needs air. "But I happen to love hearing your sweet voice beg for me, so, what do you think we should do about this?"

Angie whimpers and moves her hand down to slide up her skirt. Tom catches her wrist before she can touch herself, pinning her arms above her head. "I don't recall giving you permission to do that, love."

She lets out a frustrated moan, her chest heaving as she gives him a desperate look. "Tom, please! Oh, god...please please touch me! I need it, baby. Wanna cum for you. I'll do anything! Just, please...don't leave me like this!"

He pulls down her bra and takes one of her hard nipples between his teeth. She cries out and tries to move her hips to gain any sort of friction, but her attempts are unsuccessful. He has her pinned effortlessly, allowing her little to no movement, and it makes her dizzy with want.

"You want these, darling?" He shows her his hand and smirks. "Want me to fuck you with my fingers until you're begging me to let you cum?"

She nods rapidly, "Yes! Fuck...please! Need it so bad!"

Tom is pretty sure he can cum just from watching her like this. All needy and desperate for his touch. She's so fucking beautiful, and even more so with flushed skin and hooded eyes. He can feel how wet she is through his pants and it makes his cock twitch. He moves a hand up her side and cups one of her breasts, squeezing until Angie's eyes flutter shut. He still has her hands pinned with his left, so he slides his right up her inner thigh. His touch is light, barely-there, and he bites his lip when her skin becomes covered in goosebumps.

The closer he gets to her pussy, the faster she breathes, and when his index and middle fingers brush her wet panties he groans. "God, baby…these are soaked through. You really want my fingers that badly, hm?"

All she can do is whimper, but he gives in anyway. Tom pushes them to the side and glides his fingers back and forth through her arousal. The noises she's making are his motivation. He knows she's still a virgin and even though he thinks she's wet enough to take two of them, he starts with one.

Carefully, he pushes his middle finger inside of her and hums low and primal at how tight she is. "Such a good girl, Ang. All warm and snug around me. That feel good, love?" He watches as she shakes her head and licks her lips. "You want more, baby? Think you can take two?" Another nod. "Say it, precious girl. Tell me you want it."

Angie is certain that she will die if Tom doesn't make her cum in the next five minutes. At this point she'd walk a tight rope over the Grand Canyon for this man to fuck her. "I w-want it, Tom! Fuck...I can't...I need… shit, baby...please!"

He lets out a breathy laugh and slides his index finger through her folds a few times before pushing it in beside his other digit.

"Oh, my god! Oh, feels so good!"

He slowly starts to move them in and out, the sound of her wetness filling his room. "Mmm, yeah, baby? I'm glad it feels good. I can't wait to see how pretty you look when you come undone in my arms. You'll be nothing short of breathtaking, I'm sure."

He goes a bit faster and curls them slightly, searching for the spot he knows will drive her wild. Tom knows he finds it when she suddenly cries out, her juices beginning to drip down his hand.

"There it is, love. You sound so fucking pretty when you moan my name...makes me wanna cum just watching you like this, Ang." He pumps his fingers faster and pulls her into a kiss. Her body's shaking as she whimpers into his mouth. "Are you close, darling? I want you to cum, baby. C'mon, be my good girl and cum for me."

Angie has never felt pleasure like this in her life. She's touched herself before, but it's never felt like this. Hell, she didn't even know that spot existed until his thick fingers began rubbing it. Now that she knows it's there and how fucking good Tom is, she's addicted. She can feel her walls begin to clench and when his thumb moves over her clit she loses it.

"Tom! Tom! Oh, fuck, TOM! I… I… g-gonna cu-OH, FUCK!"

She throws her head back and cries out his name over and over like a mantra, her cum thoroughly soaking his hand. Her legs are shaking so hard that she'd have collapsed if he wasn't holding her up. Once she can think somewhat straight again, she opens her eyes and bites her lip as she watches Tom put his fingers in his mouth.

"Holy shit…"

It's all she can say, but he seems to understand.

"Sweetheart, you look a little restricted there." Angie gestures to his pants and bites her lip. "How about I get on my knees again, but this time you make yourself cum...while I watch…"

Tom almost does from her words alone. He watches as she kneels in front of again, looking at him with those innocent brown eyes.

"'M not gonna last long, love. Not with you looking up at me like that."

He takes himself out of his slacks and puts his left hand on the wall, slowly starting to pump himself with the right. "Shit…you look so sexy when you cum, baby. Love the sounds you made while I fucked that sweet pussy - mmm, fuck - with my fingers.

Angie drags her nails down his thighs and watches his mouth drop open. Tom's hand moves faster, twisting slightly when he slides over the flared head. She wants to taste him again, the salty, bitter tang of him becoming something she knows she'll crave.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me taste you again."

Tom growls and grabs a fistful of her hair. "Open."

Angie obeys immediately and a second or two later he throws his head back, her name falling from his lips as he spills into her mouth.

She makes sure not to miss a drop, closing her lips around the tip of his cock until he's too sensitive to handle it anymore. He's hunched over still, sweaty and panting, and Angie can't believe how sexy he looks like this. She rises to her feet and kisses him deeply.

"Did so well for me, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

Tom lets out a shaky breath and opens his eyes. "You're gonna be the death of me, love," He smiles lazily.

Since he's already partially undressed, Tom strips completely and throws on a t-shirt and sweats. "I don't know how long you plan to stay darling, but you can borrow some comfortable clothes if you want."

Angie goes on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, "actually…Jessy and I kind of already have things covered."

He rests his hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?"

She grins innocently, "well, see, Jessy also had a date tonight. Her and Chris are probably gettin' nasty just like we were, but anywho, she and I already told our parents that we were staying at the other's house."

Tom laughs and shakes his head. "You two are something else. Alright then, I'll let you pick out something to wear, and I'll make some popcorn for us to eat while we watch a movie."

Chris is about to lose his mind from the way Jessy's begging to go down on him. Her brilliant hazel eyes stare up at him as he swallows. "Okay, sweetheart. Let me take these off."

She scoots back and waits patiently while he takes his pants and boxers off, tossing them on the nearby chair carelessly.

Jessy tugs on his hand until he gets down on the floor with her. Dodger has moved to Chris’s bed so they have more room to spread out.

"Honey, why are we on the floor?"

"'Cause I want you to lay down. I wanna be able to touch all of you." She gently pushes him until he's laying on his back. His left hand cradles her cheek as her petite body hovers over his.

"Jessica…you know you're beautiful, right?" Chris brushes her hair back gingerly and admires her lovingly.

She casts her eyes down to his chest and draws little shapes with her fingertips. "Sweetheart, look at me."

She hesitates, and when she does, her eyes pool with tears. "I...I've never once felt like I was even remotely pretty. Every time I look at myself in the mirror I...I feel dirty." She blinks back tears and tries to sit up, but Chris’s grip is to strong. "I-I can't...I can't wash it off."

His heart constricts painfully at how broken she sounds. "What can't you wash off, baby?"

She lets out a choked sob, "h-him...all the times he… when he… I-I can't make it go away…"

Chris pulls her to his chest and turns them so she's laying on her side. "Shh. I've got you, sweet girl. He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him. Not ever. You believe me, right?"

Her lip quivers and she inhales sharply. "Yes, but I don't understand why you even want me…," she closes her eyes and buries her head in the crook of his neck.

Chris holds her while she softly cries and pets her hair. "Jessy, why on Earth would you think such a thing? Why wouldn't I want you?"

"I'm tainted…"

Her voice is so small, almost inaudible. He wouldn't have even heard her if she wasn't this close to him. The moment the words leave her mouth he feels his heart break. He gently rolls her onto her back and props himself up on his arm.

"Oh, honey, no. Don't you dare think that way. Look at me, baby. I need you to look at me when I tell you this."

Jessy opens her eyes reluctantly and wipes the mascara off her cheeks.

"Jessica, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She shakes her head no, and he frowns. "Yes. You. Are," he enunciates every word and kisses her lips gently. "The moment I laid my eyes on you at the park my whole world stopped. I had no idea anyone could be so damn pretty. I've been on this planet for forty years, and I've had my fair share of relationships. Hell, I'm a widower, baby."

Jessy's eyes snap up to his and her tiny hand caresses his cheek. "Chris…"

He silences her with another kiss. "I'm okay, sweetheart. She was sick, and as much as I wished she could stay, I didn't want her to suffer anymore." He kisses her forehead before continuing. "I'm telling you all of this because out of everyone I've ever been with, you are the only woman who's ever made me truly believe angels exist. I don't care how long it takes, but I will spend every day showing you just how beautiful you are...well, for as long as you'll let me anyway. I'll try my hardest to never hurt you."

Jessy gives him a tearful smile and kisses him hard. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me for being honest, honey. Now, I know you were dead set on continuing our little escapade, but I'm pretty tired. Can you sleep over? I don't wanna let you go just yet."

She nods and giggles, "yeah, about that, Angie and I kind of told a white lie."

He tilts his head in confusion, "what did you girls do this time?"

She rubs his chest and plays with the hair being mindful not to pull it. "We told our parents that we were staying at each other's houses since we both had dates tonight. She's probably suckin' face with Tom right now," she lets out a laugh and smiles up at him.

Chris beams at her, "there's my favorite smile. Well, I'm glad Tom's gettin' some too. I swear, that man's been single the entire time I've known him." He stands and scoops her up into his arms. "Ahh! Chris! I can walk, ya know."

"I know," he winks, "I just decided I'd rather carry you." Dodger lifts his head and shakes it back and forth, his tail wagging happily. "Hey, buddy, we gotta share the bed tonight, okay? Jessy is sleepin' over and you're gonna have to let her sleep in the middle. He yawns and curls up at the foot of the bed. "Good boy, Dodge."

Chris lays Jessy down and climbs under the covers beside her, pulling her into his arms again. "I had a wonderful evening and I'm excited to spend the day with you tomorrow," he whispers and kisses her lips softly.

"Me too," she snuggles closer and lays her head on his chest, his heartbeat thumping rhythmically against her temple. It only takes a few minutes before he hears her breathing even out, and he holds her a little tighter before closing his own eyes.

"Goodnight, sweet girl."

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maxillness · 2 years

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You look distracted, Hunny // Smut

Pairings: Jack Thompson x Stark!Reader

Pronounces: They/Them

Warnings: Sex p/v, dirty talk, bottom!Jack

Summary: Peggy Carter asks Y/N Stark to be a distraction at the gala where they have a mission. Y/N is distracting, but doesn't follow the plan

Word count: 1553

A/N: This is the filthiest I have ever written

When Peggy came to them and asked to help with a secret mission, they expected to be a watchdog, not a distraction

"Please tell me why I'm doing this again" Y/N was walking around the Gala, trying to locate their objective

"Because he needs to be distracted so Mr. Jarvis and Dottie won't get seen with each other" Y/N heard Peggy say from the comms

"You owe me one, Peg," They said walking towards the bar as they spotted agent Thompson "Whiskey, please," They said to the mixologist standing behind the bar

"You here alone?" Y/N turned their head to the side to see Agent Thompson sipping on his glass

"Yes," They gave him a seductive smile and bashed their eyelashes just enough to let his mind wander "And you? You look like someone who'd bring a date"

"I'm here alone, darling" They swore they heard an accent some place under his voice

"What a shame. Such a handsome man as yourself shouldn't be alone at such a beautiful Gala" They said before taking a sip of their drink

"Don't flirt with him, Y/N" They heard Sousa say

"You know, you look oddly familiar" Y/N got off her stool and stepped closer to the blond agent

"Do I now?" They still had that seductive smile on their lips "Is that a good or bad thing?"

"I don't know yet" It's a good thing Y/N knows agent Thompson, but it's not a good thing when it's the other way around "Y/N Stark"

"I know my name, what's yours?" Hopefully, he didn't have the file on them. He properly doesn't as it's classified, but still, he's an SSR agent

"Jack Thompson" It wasn't a part of the plan, but, looking into his hazel eyes, they were sure the night was gonna end in sex. One place or another

"Do you really want your night to end alone, Jack?" Y/N knew either one of them wanted their night to end alone

"Y/N, what are you doing?" They ignored Peggy at the other end

"No" Jack looked down into the floor, giving Y/N the opportunity to take out their earpiece and dumb it in their glass and put it behind the counter "I don't want to end up alone tonight. What about you, Y/N?" Y/N stepped closer to Jack, making them stand in between his legs, faces inches apart

"Depends on who I'm ending up with" Jack's breath quickened as Y/N's lips were millimeters away from his "I have to go home" Y/N sighed when Jack pushed himself closer and Y/N pulled back

"Let me drive you," He said as he stood up

"You don't know where I live," They said, laughing a little

"You could tell me" Jack pulled Y/N's body closer to his by their waist

"Fine. I let you drive me" If this was a normal invitation to a gala, they probably wouldn’t had ended up with someone they just met

Y/N tried to open their door, but it was hard when Jack was standing behind them kissing their neck “I’ll kill you if you leave any hickeys”

“Understood” He said and turned Y/N around as they got the door opened

Jack pushed them inside the doors as he was kissing them with force. Y/N closed the door as their hands were occupied with both tucking Jacks hair and trying to get his tie loose

“Desperate much, Y/N” He said and grinned into the kiss

“You’re the one who’s desperate. Getting into bed with a person you’ve just met” They said as they pulled his tie above his head not wasting anytime to get it all loose

“And what about you? Hm? You also just met me” He said unbuttoning his button up

“I’ve been watching you for longer” They said pulling them both into their bedroom trying to get his belt off while kissing up and down his neck making sure to leave hickeys

“You know, it’s not fair that you have all you clothes on, but I’m almost naked” Jack said which was followed with a moan as he kicked off his shoes and theirs followed

“If it was your house, it might have been different” They said between kisses that went from the right side of his neck, across his throat, and to the left side of his neck “My house, my rules” They said she finally gave in and pulled down the zipper to their dress and slipped it down their body, leaving them in their matching bra and panties

Y/N pushed Jack back so he sat down on the bed. He reached out to their hips and pulled them onto his lap “Is it supposed to be comforting that you’ve been watching me for longer?” He asked as Y/N started kissing him again

“It wasn’t my intention, but, is it?” They asked as they looked deep into his eyes and started rocking their hips lightly which caused him to close his eyes and moan “Tell me. Was it?”

“No” He managed to get out as his breath started to tremble “Please” He moaned as he put his head on their shoulder

“Please what, baby?” They knew exactly what he wanted, but they needed to hear him say it

“Please fuck me” He breathed out as he started to scratch up and down Y/N’s back

“Of course, darling,” They said as they got off of Jack's lap “Take off your boxers” They demanded which he happily and quickly did “Good boy,” They said and got onto their knees right in front of him

They took his cock in their hand and licked a stripe from the base to the tip which made his breath tremble as his eyes rolled back in his head. Y/N spit in her palm before stroking him a few times before taking him in their mouth

“Fuck” Jack moaned and put his hand in Y/N’s hair to make them take him in more, but which resulted in them grabbing his hand and pulling it away “Please let me touch you” He moaned as she started going up and down

The bedroom was quickly filled with Jacks loud moans which they had no intention to cover “Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum” It was Y/N’s cue to get off and stood up “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see. Get in the middle” They demanded which he happily did. He would do anything for the person in front of him. As he got in the middle of the bed, Y/N clipped off her bra and slid off her underwear and discovered them in the pile of clothes on the floor

“You’re gorgeous,” Jack said as Y/N straddled his lap, but not sitting down and as he put his hands on their waist

“And you look even more handsome naked” They smiled seductively

“Please. I need you to fuck me” He moaned as he closed his eyes “Please” He bucked up his hips, but Y/N pulled away

“Only if you’ll be a good boy, and not do this stunt again”

“I swear. Please. I swear I'll be good” His eyes started watering. He never thought he’d be this submissive to anyone. He was always the one in charge. He wasn’t used to this

“Good. Now, if you don’t keep your promise, you’ll get punished. You get that?” They asked as they hovered over him

“Yes. Yes, I understand. Please, fuck me. I want you”

“No. You don’t want me. You need me, and I don’t think you can accept that. You’re too embarrassed to be so submissive. You hate not being in charge. Is that correct?” They leaned down and hovers their mouth over his pulse point. He nodded “I need to hear you, baby”

“Yes. That is correct” He admitted

“Thank you,” They said as they started sucking at his pulse point, dragging short but loud moans out of him

“Please” He moaned. Y/N started stroking him a few times, still wet from their mouth. Y/N took in just the tip which made them moan a little “Fuck, Y/N” They slid more down onto his cock taking almost all of it in, making them both moan loud

Y/N put their forehead on Jack’s as they started rocking their hips. Soon the room was filled with both of their loud moans, defiantly heard by the neighbours

Y/N sat up straight as they started picking up their speed and sat Jack trusted his hips to meet their movements

“Fuck, Y/N! I’m gonna cum” He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. Y/N could as well feel the knot in her lower stomach tightening

“Show, don’t tell,” They said as they put their hands on his chest. With just a few more seconds, Jack came and Y/N followed short after

Y/N got off, laid beside Jack, and pulled the sheets over the two of them

“We should do that again sometime” Y/N smiled and kissed Jacks' cheek

“We should” He sighed and looked towards them

#Jack Thompson #agent Carter #jack Thompson smut #jack Thompson x reader #sub!jack thompson x dom!reader #marvel #mcu #smut

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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Who I write for + rules + masterlists

Please don't ask for smut.

By default, I write things as gender ambiguous, but you can request for the reader to be a specific gender identity.

I'll do up to eight characters per request.

Requesting dark things with violence/blood is fine. Angst is fine as well.

Requesting completely goofy/stupid/shitpost-y things is fine.

Requesting something poly is fine.

Requesting platonic things (whether familial or friendly) is fine.

Don't be afraid to be specific! : )

With Resident Evil prompts in particular, if you don’t specify a game or movie alongside a character (e.g. 3 REmake Jill or WTRC Leon) then I’m just going to assume that you’re leaving it up to me to choose.

Games include any Resi title released between the original's debut in 1996 and now, even the non-canon ones. You can also ask for it to take place in the Dead By Daylight universe. Movies include all of the CG releases, the Anderson movies, and Welcome to Raccoon City.

Things I write:

Prompt-based x reader ficlets. Send in a scenario and I'll write a short fic about it. If you want it to be platonic, please specify.

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If you don't name one of these things in your ask, I'll just assume that you're leaving the format up to me.

Resident Evil

Ada Wong - masterlist here!

Albert Wesker - masterlist here!

Alcina Dimitrescu - masterlist here!

Alex Wesker - masterlist here!

Alyssa Ashcroft - nothing yet.

Alice - nothing yet.

Ark Thompson - masterlist here!

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Karl Heisenberg - masterlist here!

Karena LesProux - nothing yet.

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Lucas Baker - masterlist here!

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Sheva Alomar - masterlist here!

Tyrell Patrick - nothing yet.

Tyrone Henry - nothing yet.

Valerie Harmon - nothing yet.

Zoe Baker - masterlist here!

Dark Horse Comics (masterlist here)

Abe Sapien

Hellboy

Child’s Play (masterlist here)

Andy Barclay (Cult and onward)

Kyle Simpson (tv series and onward)

Charles “Chucky” Lee Ray

Nica Pierce

Tiffany Valentine

Bendy and the Ink Machine (masterlist here)

Alice Angel (cartoon)

Allison Pendle/Allison Angel

Audrey Drew

Sammy Lawrence

Susie Campbell/Twisted Alice

Dead By Daylight

Adiris

Amanda Young

Anna

Carmina Mora

Charlotte Deshayes - masterlist here!

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thespiritoflife · 3 years

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HI I WATCHED AGENT CARTER LAST WEEK AND I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD HAVE A JACK THOMPSON X READER FIC LIKE JUST ANGST AND FLUFF

Hello! Thanks for your lovely request, my dearest friend, I like it!

So here it is. I hope you will like this!

Pairing: Jack Thompsom x reader

Warnings: grammatical errors, swearing, sexual harassment, long text, passionate kiss and some stuff like this (but no smut!!)

If I made some terrible mistakes, please let me know!

A handsome idiot

Being a woman in 40s was hard.

Terribly hard.

Sometimes I asked myself, will that change? Will there ever be a time when women finally equal men?

I doubted it sometimes. For example, now.

I was sitting on that chair, staring at the man in front of me.

If he didn't behave like an asshole, I'd think he was handsome.

Because he was incredibly handsome. He attracted me.

But he was an asshole. An asshole who liked to look at my legs as I noticed. Why did I just put on a skirt?

"So, Miss Y / N, tell me again why I should accept you into that profession." he challenged me. He was leaning against the table reading my resume.

I've told him that 100 times, but I'll have to do it again.

"Because I have a good experience, sir, I'm reliable, and ..."

I had to spit out the word sir.

He interrupted me. "I've heard that before, but a young man was here a while ago. He didn't have as much experience as you, but he was just a man, not a woman. So, tell me, darling, why should I accept you instead?"

Don't explode. I thought. I need this job. I need money.

"Jack, that's your name, isn't it?" I said and continued. "First of all, I would appreciate it if you won't call me darling, thank you. And secondly, you should accept me because that young man doesn't have enough experience. And third, I would appreciate it if you won't look at my legs. Thank you again."

Oops. So I failed in this. I exploded.

Jack immediately stopped looking at my legs and shifted his gaze to my eyes.

He got up and began to walk to the door.

"Okay. Be here on Monday at six. Don't be late, I don't like people like that. Goodbye."

With that, he slammed the door.

I stood there in shock, on the doorstep.

What?

Did he finally accept me?

And he didn't even apologize for his behavior?!

"Asshole," I said quietly.

God, I don't know men. Why do I just have to be honored with such an asshole?

But I'll be here on Monday. I need the money, whether the boss is a sexist idiot or not.

I was here on Monday. I arrived just in time.

At first, I was with Peggy, the only female colleague, we became friends.

Then I saw him. He went to see Peggy, asked her for coffee. And then he shifted his gaze to me. More precisely on my skirt.

"You shouldn't have put on that skirt, it will distract me." he said.

"Then don't look at me, because I'll wear that skirt quite often," I snapped.

He stared at me in silence, and I was startled. Will he fire me? I should have been quiet.

Suddenly there was a low giggle. I turned around. Peggy giggled.

Jack rolled his eyes and wanted to walk away, but stopped.

"By the way, have a nice day at work. Welcome here," he said.

What?

Peggy hugged me around the shoulder. "You told him well, Y / N. And don't frown so much, don't worry about him, he's not as bad as he seems, you'll get used to him."

"I have something to look forward to." I sighed.

I finally got used to it. I liked working in SSR, and most importantly, my salary was enough to make a living. Mr. Thompson learned to control his mouth and no longer look at my legs. Only occasionally did I catch him looking at me.

He kept attracting me. That useless asshole attracted me.

Something strange happened once.

It was a good day, it was Friday and I was looking forward to going home. This week was probably the best I've experienced compared to other weeks.

Jack didn't bother me verbally at all, no, he avoided me. All right then. Better than verbal insults.

When I went to my car, I wanted to remove the key from my purse, but I found that I had forgotten my purse in the office.

"Damn." I cursed and went back to the building.

I found my purse on my desk. I took it in my hand and wanted to walk away when I heard voices from Jack's lighted office.

I didn't want to listen to them, but I caught my name.

"You should say this to Y / N." it was Daniel Sousa. Iiked him. It was a good man.

Sigh. "She'd rather shoot herself than going on a date with me."

What?!

"And you're wondering about her? You treated her like an asshole, Jack. But I can't say she didn't like you. Peggy confided to me that Y / N confided in her that you were an idiot, but a handsome idiot."

Thank you, Peggy.

"That ... really? But ... you're right, Sousa, I acted like an idiot. Didn't you hear our arguments?"

Oh, yes, our arguments. In the first weeks, when he hadn't avoided me yet, we kept arguing. Even because of the total bullshit.

"Well ... I think you were arguing because there was a sexual tension between you that you needed to get rid of with arguments."

What?! What the fuck? What sexual tension?!

Jack thought the same. "What, sexual tension? What are you talking about?"

"Don't look so innocent, Jack. Y / N attracts you. Do you want advice from me? Invite her on a date and you'll see. And don't act like an asshole, on the contrary, respect her."

"... I'll see what can be done about it, Sousa. But thank you ... you're a real friend."

Daniel said something else, but I'd rather get out.

It's been my mind all weekend. What? Sexual tension? What?

But if I attracted him, why did he act like a crowned idiot?

I finally confided in this Peggy. She just told me this: "I think because he liked you and didn't know how to react. Give him a chance, Y / N, because if I hear your argument again, I'll quit."

Jack didn't tell me anything about that date. It was a quiet session, he respected me, he didn't act like an asshole, we got along quite well, just ..

Just why didn't he invite me out?

I would say yes to him.

Even though he was an idiot, I would say yes.

Because I'm probably an idiot too.

Christmas was approaching and the SSR decided to organize a Christmas party.

That's what Jack told me personally, and then he touched my shoulder. "Hope you come."

He confused me even more.

Peggy and I were in stores, choosing clothes for Peggy when she stopped me.

"You're going to that party, aren't you?"

"I don't know ... should I go?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Of course! You have to go! Jack invited you! And for God's sake, work it out between you, because I can't decide what's worse with the other colleagues, whether it's your arguments or the silence between you?"

I stopped and looked at her in disbelief. "Are you talking about us with our colleagues?"

She smirked and ignored my question. "Look Y / N, this dress is just for you."

"Peggy." I moaned, but she had already sent me to the booth with them.

I sighed. I'll probably go to that party.

I was drinking Christmas punch. There were Christmas songs, a cheerful mood, which amused me too. The agency company organized a Christmas party. Wow.

And then I saw him. He looked ... incredibly good. He was wearing a black tuxedo.

He was just having fun with someone, a smile on his face (Did I mention that when he smiled, he looked incredibly good ??)

And then he caught my eye. We looked at each other in silence for a moment and then he started walking towards me.

"Miss Y / N," he said as he found me.

"Mr. Thompson," I said.

You looked at me in that dress. "You look very good."

His praise conjured red on my cheeks.

"Well, thank you."

We were looking at each other again when Peggy and Daniel came to us.

"Y / N! Don't you want a drink?" Peggy was in an unusually good mood.

I nodded and followed her. Daniel was talking to Jack.

Peggy gave me a drink.

"Listen, I need help from you. Do you see it there? That table by the door? Would you go for that chocolate cake? I can't go alone, I have to talk to the gentleman," she winked at some man.

I nodded. "Of course. By the way, I didn't know you liked chocolate cake."

She just smiled. "Thank you, Y / N."

I went to that table and met Jack. He also scooped a cake on a plate. We looked at each other in surprise, because I also reached out to it.

"It's for Sousa," he explained.

I smirked. "And this is for Peggy,"

Suddenly there was a scream. "Jack and Y / N! You have to complete the task!" someone shouted.

Peggy noticed my confused expression and smirked. "Look up, Y / N."

I looked up and there .. mistletoe came out of the ceiling.

I blushed. "Peggy! Daniel! You've been planning this all along, haven't you?"

They both looked innocently.

I looked at Jack defeatist.

He didn't look excited.

"Listen, we don't have to do this ..." I began.

"No, you have to! It's an important tradition and you won't break it!" someone shouted.

I sighed.

"It's just a kiss. Nothing more." Jack said quietly.

"Of course," I replied.

He walked over to me and hugged me. It was quite pleasant for me.

And then he kissed me carefully. It was very pleasant. His lips literally loved me gently. Later, our kiss began to deepen and accelerate. We started kissing as if we should never stop. I stroked his hair. The world around us has stopped existing.

We stopped when there was an admiring whistle. We were both red.

"Finally," Peggy sighed.

Jack turned to me and tucked the strand of my hair behind my ear. "Wouldn't we go somewhere private, Y / N?"

I licked my lips. "I would welcome that."

We finally were in his office.

"Jack. I only have one question. If you liked me, why did you act like an asshole? Why didn't you just ask me out?" I asked.

"You're right. I was an asshole. I apologize for that. I didn't know how to behave .. no woman has attracted me like you, Y / N .. and I was ashamed to invite you on a date because ... I was afraid that you will reject me. " he said.

I was touched. "Oh, you fool. You were an asshole, yes, but I forgive you. "

Jack kissed my forehead and we hugged for a moment.

"I guess everyone knew that except us, didn't they?" he sighed.

I nodded. "I guess so."

I looked into his eyes. He also looked me in the eye.

"But better than never," he whispered, leaning me against the table.

"Jack!" I screamed with a laugh as he began to kiss me.

"By the way, you have beautiful legs ... I've dreamed a lot about them." he touched my legs and whispered in my ear. "I've dreamed a lot about you."

"Oh, Jack," I said and kissed him.

"See? I trumped-up it with that mistletoe very well," Peggy said in the meantime as Jack and Y / N were in his office and had been there a long time.

Daniel looked at his girlfriend proudly. "Yes, you trumped-up it well. If we weren't here, the two of them ... they're would still argue like two angry dogs."

Peggy rolled her eyes and grabbed Daniel's hand. "Now I feel more like we can't tear these two dogs apart so easily."

Daniel laughed. "I guess not. They will not be so easily separated anymore."

#jack thompson x you #jack thompson #jack thompson x y/n #jack thompson x reader #agent carter #jack thompson fic #jack thompson fanfic #agent carter fanfic #peggy carter #daniel sousa #marvel #story

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Three’s Company (part 2)

Harry Styles x Reader x Florence Pugh

>>>PART ONE<<<

Story Summary: You deal with your breakup.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Language // Angst // Pretty sure I made the reader an alcoholic // oh and you know smut!! YEAH bet you didn’t think you were getting makeup sex but oh you are. (threesome so proceed with caution, thanks)

Authors Note: I got carried away... but don’t we all when it comes to them? Anyways, feedback is always wanted and deeply loved. Hope you you guys like it!! xx

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"Is this color too moody?" You asked your neighbors cat that was lounging in your living room.

The midnight black ball of fur lazily blinked open his eyes long enough to croak out a "meow" before going back to sleep. Your head nodded in agreement as your 5th beer bottle of the day pressed against your lips.

"No, you're right. It's allowed to be moody." You agreed with the very large, very old, cat who always wandered over to your apartment. His owner, Ms. Thompson, gladly let you babysit him for a few days after she came to your door to find him the first night. Your blood shot, tear filled eyes when you answered the door, fully gave away the fact you'd been crying for the last few hours.

A bowl of Tupperware with hot chicken noodle soup laid on your doorstep the next morning along with the first gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

It had been four days since your break up with Harry and Florence. Four days of sleepless nights, alcohol filled days, and meaningless activities to keep your mind off how you were feeling.

Four vases of flowers that you couldn't bring yourself to throw away sat on your cluttered counter. The delicate petals were starting to turn brown around the edges from your lack of care. The notes on each one seemed to glare at you everytime you walked to your fridge to grab another drink.

Each one a variation of, "I'm so sorry. -H"

"When we broke up it was for totally different reasons. I wanted to raise the kids Jewish; you wanted to sleep with men." Debra Messings' voice and the horrible laugh track of 'Will and Grace' filled your lonely apartment. Your comfort show played on repeat. The same jokes, the same voices, the same fucking void in your heart.

It'd be four days and you felt like you were a second away from losing mind.

And sure, maybe, you could have called them. You could have said you overreacted and that you messed up so badly. Instant regret hit you as soon as you had walked out his door.

You'd get over it, get over them but it didn't seem to be as easy as you originally thought.

Everything reminded you of them.

"Love this one." Harry said the last time he'd spend the night with you. Your favorite record played softly in the background when he placed the needle down on it.

"Oh, this is one of my favorite episodes!" Flor cheered as she ran out of your kitchen to the living room at the sound of a 'Friends' episode starting.

"Got yeh this when I was out today." Harry handed you a dumb pen holder. A small Julius Caesar that had pens jetting out of his back.

"Take this before you freeze." Florence mumbled as she moved your blanket slightly off Harry and towards you while you all cuddled in your bed.

Everything that reminded you of them had been boxed off, separated, put away somewhere else until you could look at it again. You were left in an almost barren house that no longer felt like a home, with a cat, that wasn't even yours, sleeping on your coffee table that was littered with empty beer bottles. All while you drunkenly painted your walls at 2 in the afternoon.

How did shit get this bad?

The sound of a knock at your door called you out of your mind. An instant sinking feeling started in your chest as you walked across the floor. The wave of alcohol that ran through your system calmed some of the nerves but not all of them.

They wouldn't show up here, right?

You could feel the sweat starting on your hand as it rested on the doorknob. Another knock came from the other side of the door made you jump in your skin.

"You haven't answered your phone in four days! Open up!" One of your brothers yelled from the hallway as his fist pounded on your door. You rolled your eyes as you stood there debating if you could avoid him. Your plan to stay as quiet as possible quickly went to shit.

"Y/N, do not make me call dad." Your other brother, the one who's slightly fucking scary, voice boomed through your door like it wasn't even there.

You threw your door open to the absolute shit show that was your family. All four dumbass brothers stood outside of your apartment door. All four let out a simultaneous sigh of relief before walking into your very messy apartment.

"Jesus." Jason, the youngest, breathed out when the smell of alcohol hit him right in the face. His nose scrunched as his worried eyes flashed over the room.

"Did you drink an entire liquor store?" Tommy, the one you were closest to, asked as he scanned the damage done to your living room and what the hell you'd been doing to your liver the last four days.

"Shut up." You mumbled as you sat down on the floor, the couch was deemed unusable by you until further notice. Way, way, too many memories on that dumb thing.

Raphael's lips pursed as he studied the new living room color. He didn't even bother to hide the fact he was judging your meltdown as he turned to you.

You two were the closest in age. You were only 6 months older, and were both adopted at the same time. It definitely didn't make getting along as children necessarily easy. The both of you butted heads so much the other 3 acted more like referees than siblings. Which is why the room seemed to shift dramatically as he turned to you.

"So, you stonewall your way out of a relationship and then ignore everyone who checks on you?"

"Here we fucking go." Jack, the middle child and probably the most sensible brother groaned as he sat down cross-legged on the floor. His head rested in his hand as he stroked Marshmallow's black fur.

"Hey! We said we weren't going to bring you if you started a fight." Tommy snapped right before Jason interrupted.

"He has a point, Tomás."

"Like you haven't had your heartbroken."

"She's the one in the wrong!"

"No she isn't!"

"You can't defend her forever. She has to own up to her shit."

You groaned, your head laid back as you listened to them argue about you, right in front of you.

There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to deal with this.

"Get out." You said as you stood from your place on the floor, all eyes darted to you as you demanded for your own space.

"Wait, what?" Tommy asked as the rest of them looked at you like you had magically grown three heads.

"I said, get out. I'm not listening to this. You guys want to fight, go to dad's." You opened your front door, held it wide open for all of them to filter out. Each one gave a sad or sympathetic smile as they left.

"Y/N, I think you should really give them anoth-" Jack tried to reason with you before you shut the front door, hard. The slam echoed through your now quiet apartment as you stood there yet again, alone.

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Your hooded eyes stared at the same spot on your ceiling. Your back rested on the cold hardwood floor of your wrecked living room. Your head swam with a fuzziness that only happens when you spend too many days on a bender.

You were fucked and your heart, your soul, hurt in a way you didn't think was possible.

You could feel the prick of tears starting again in your eyes as your mind ran over everything. The good times, the bad, the moment you wished you could take back.

Why did you leave that damn house? You could have at least let him explain.

You sighed as you sat up. The uncomfortable feeling of the room spinning only got worse as you shifted forward to grab the drink you'd poured earlier. The glass pressed against your dried out lips as the same laugh reel ran in the background.

Was this your life now? You wondered as you sat on that cold floor of your apartment. You used to be okay with nights like these. You used to be fine being alone.

Now, the silence felt like a stab to the gut.

Your phone that laid on the table vibrated non-stop. The worried texts of people who loved you flooded your phone, you were worried about you too but you couldn't admit it.

Why did this hurt so bad?

Was it because you'd never experienced a loss like this before?

Or was it because deep down, shut away in the corner of your mind you dared to never go to, you knew exactly how you felt about them? And it scared the shit out of you.

You gulped down the rest of your drink. Not wanting to begin the vicious cycle of why you were so quick to give up on them. Why you were so determined to leave before any explanation could be given.

Fucking hell, you needed therapy.

Your shaky legs walked over to the TV, turning off the reruns. Your glass placed on the edge of your coffee table as you made your way to your bathroom. A hot shower would always fix everything.

The stream of warm water pounded against your back as you sat in your bathtub. Your mind fluttered around the idea of taking a job that required you to permanently leave the country for a while. Maybe you could fall in love with a nice coast side in Italy or a small Cafe in France.

You didn't notice the sound of your front door opening or the footsteps in your apartment. Your eyes were already so heavy. The steam of the shower only made the low lullaby of sleeper louder in your mind.

Sleep and everything will be better.

>>>

You woke up the next morning in your bed. The bright sun burned your eyes as you blinked away the foggy feeling of sleep that still lingered around you. Your brain felt like a pile of mush as you reached for the bottle of water you kept on your side table.

How did you even get to bed?

The last few days had blurred together into a muddy picture. Everything jumbled together; drinks, painting, TV, organizing your kitchen, looking at apartments in foreign countries online.

"Morning!" Your brother chirped happily as he walked into your room.

You could have literally jumped out of your skin. You screamed, loudly, almost falling out of the bed.

"What the fuck!"

"I came back last night and you were asleep in the shower!" He said like you were the dumb one. "A thank you would be nice."

"Why are you in my apartment?" You asked, but only received the blankest of stares back. You knew why he was here. "I don't want to hear it."

"Too bad. Obviously, you need to hear it 'cause your apartment smells like a bar and you haven't talked to anyone in almost a week." He shrugged as he sat on the edge of your bed. The black ball of fur you'd eventually have to give back to your neighbor wasn't far behind him. Small black paws circled around you before he found a place to sleep comfortably.

"This sucks." You mumbled after a bit of silence. You could tell Jack didn't want to push you. Usually, this was a thing Tommy would handle but for some reason, the tribe had sacrificed Jack to be the emotional voice of reason this time.

"You know," he said as his hand ran through Marshmallow's fur. His teeth bit the inside of his lip as he debated what to say for a second before continuing. "you could just admit you were in the wrong and go apologize. I mean, you clearly fucking regret it."

"I don't." You answered so quickly even Marshmallow didn't believe you. His green eyes stared in lazy disbelief. "I mean I do but… I don't know, Jack. It's weird 'cause I'm so sad but… what if this never gets better? What if it's always like this? Like, we're always struggling to be a normal couple?"

"You're not a normal couple so why would you try to act like one?"

Your eyes shot to his at the words that poured out of his mouth so carefully. You'd never thought of it that way before. Your brows furrowed as you stared back at the bed.

Was there a chance for you to make this work with them?

"Look, Y/N, relationships are fucking hard no matter what but you can't just… walk out on people before they get a chance to hurt you."

"I didn't."

"You did. It's kind of your thing, you know?" He smiled softly to you. Not condescending or in a know it all way, in the way only a sibling could without getting smacked. "Not that it doesn't make sense but if they made you happy, maybe you should try to hear their side of it."

"When did you become the smart brother?" You teased with that wide smile across your face.

"Right after I came out of the closet."

"Shut up." You said through a laugh. The first one you'd had in days. That weight that laid on your chest seemed to have lifted a small amount.

Maybe, just maybe, you could talk this through with them.

>>>

You stood on the same doorstep you angrily stormed across not even a week ago. The pink door that you used to love, suddenly felt like a door to the electric chair.

Maybe you couldn't do this.

You sighed, your eyes darting back to the old Camero you loved just a little too much. Arms crossed over your chest to keep you warm as you stood in your place. You knew you couldn't go back to your apartment this quickly without getting asked questions.

Raphael, Jack, Tomás, and Jason were all waiting for your post-breakup meltdown if this didn't go well. Each one said they'd stay with you on rotation shifts until you felt better if you needed it.

Which was sweet, but you kind of wanted to rot in silence and alcohol if this went as badly as you thought it was going to.

Your tongue grew thick as your stomach churned. Your eyes closed as you sighed heavily, your ass plopped down on his front steps, head rested in your hands.

You didn't know where to even start when it came to talking to them. Your feelings were hurt but you shouldn't have walked out without giving them a chance to explain. You didn't want to feel like the odd man out but didn't want to broadcast your relationship.

The whole thing was messy and complicated. You wished so hard that it'd be easy. That talking about what you felt would be easy.

But you knew it wasn't, it never was, at least not for you. You shoved all your emotions down and kept chugging along your whole life. You pretended everything was fine, even when it wasn't. Which was exactly what ended you up here in the first place.

If you would have told them sooner they would have ended the PR shit.

"Hi." The thick accent from behind you startled your thoughts for a second but you didn't turn around. Your fingers messed with the edge of the rip in your jeans as your eyes focused on the crack in his sidewalk.

"Hi." You said quietly after what felt like a full minute of silence. You heard him let out a small sigh, his feet shuffled forward until he sat down quietly beside you.

You tried to not look at him, knowing if you did you'd burst out into tears. So you stayed focused on the ground, the dead leaves that floated along the road, the grass that was getting crunchy from the cold weather.

"Y/N, 'M-" he started but you waved your hand to get him to stop. Your head rested against his shoulder that tensed up from your touch.

You didn't want to talk for a second, just a second. You breathed in the familiar smell of him, the cologne he always wore was faint on his skin. The sleep shirt he wore was your favorite, you realized. The blue sweatshirt always made his eyes look so beautiful.

"I missed you." You said into his shoulder. Your lips brushed against the soft fabric as you spoke.

"'M missed yeh too." His voice cracked as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. His fingers laced through yours as you moved closer into the warmth of him. "Flor's inside if y'wanna talk."

You sighed, you knew you needed to talk, knew you had to talk about it. You just didn't want to. The feel of him being close to you again, the intoxicating smell of him near.

Your head lifted from his sweatshirt, only to see how rough he'd been doing himself the last few days. His bloodshot green eyes had large bags under them. His scruff on his face, messy brown curls. He'd done just as bad as you.

You only caught sight of his lips for a second before saying fuck it. Talking could happen later, you'd missed him so much.

Your lips pressed against his with a force that knocked him backwards for a second but you didn't care. No, this was the most "at home" you'd felt in days.

He felt like home.

His lips molded to yours so perfectly, once he got a hold of himself. His hand slipped to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him.

Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest as your lips parted, welcoming him back.

He pulled you up with him. His hands around your waist, lips still connected with yours as he walked the pair of you inside.

You wished you could slow down the moment. The way he was holding you tightly to him, like he never wanted to let you go again. The fleeting feelings ran through your mind but they all ended the same way.

You fucking loved him, so much.

All your energy was going into not crying from your surge of emotions. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, your shaky hands danced in the messy tangle of his unkempt brown curls as you tried to hold onto that shred of sanity you had left.

"I missed you." You breathed out when you came up for air. His forehead pressed against yours, his body crowded yours to the wall. "God, I fucking missed you."

He chuckled, a slight smile on his now swollen lips but you couldn't help it. It was the only thing your brain could come up with besides how sorry you were for not giving him a chance to explain.

"Miss me any?" Her voice made you look around Harry. Her arms crossed over her chest but that hint of a smile smoothed across her lips as she leaned on the doorway that led to the entry.

"Wanna see how much I missed you both?"

>>>

Maybe this wasn't necessarily the healthiest way to deal with your problems as a couple. But at this moment you could have cared less what a therapist would say about your tendency to avoid things that were important.

You laid on your back, your legs wide open, toes digging into the mattress as Florence's tongue pressed a wide thick lick through your folds. Circling around your bundle of nerves before slipping into you.

You would have moaned out loud, if it wasn't for the dick rammed down your throat. Your head laid off the side of the bed, your vision upside down as Harry's pulsating member slid down your open and waiting mouth. His hand around your neck, squeezing himself.

"Missed fuckin' yeh throat, pup." He groaned out as his hips snapped against your spit soaked face. He backed out long enough for you to catch your breath before shoving his way back in. Your abused throat would hate you for this in the morning but right now you didn't care.

"Feel good, baby?" Flor asked as her finger curved inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that always made your eyes roll back. She didn't have to ask if it felt good, she knew it did, she just wanted the bragging rights of who gave you the better orgasm of the night.

Harry's member pulled out of your throat. You tried your best to catch your breath as he crouched down to your level. His hands doing the best they could to wipe away all the saliva that ran down your cheeks. Playful green eyes met yours.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked even though he really didn't need to. The sound of your moans alone was enough to tell you were close.

"Mhm." Was all you managed to get out, your hands threaded through Florence hair as her mouth joined her fingers. Your eyes closed as you got closer to your high, your skin raised in goosebumps as she did that fucking flicking, swirl, of her tongue that always did you in.

"Good, 'm gonna make you cum harder than that." Harry's words faded in your mind as that crashing sensation washed you away.

Florence scoffed as her head lifted from between your legs. The back of her hand wiped your juices away as she rolled her eyes at Harry.

"Good fucking luck trying to top that one."

"Guys," you groaned, your hand over your eyes. "Supposed to be makeup sex, not a competition."

"Can be both." Harry mumbled under his breath, quietly, but you still caught it. Your eyes glared at him as you turned around on the bed.

"Shut up." You mumbled as you reached forward, your hands around his neck as you brought him up to your level. Your mouth enveloped his quickly to stop the argument.

You pulled him onto the bed with you two. His knees hitting the edge before climbing up the rest of the way as your tongue took control of this kiss. It didn't happen often but when it did you ran with the opportunity. His mouth following your lead until you pulled away slightly, your teeth catching his bottom lip softly causing him to moan.

"Fuck," he cursed as you pulled away that sweet smile on your face like you didn't know that he loved that.

Florence came behind the pair of you, her lips pressed against your shoulder, up your neck, small love bites left here and there before she took the chance to kiss you when Harry pulled away. Her hands pulled on your waist, tugging you down to the bed to lay on your back.

"Ready?" She asked as Harry stroked himself, the nod of your head was all he needed to hoist your legs up. His pulsing tip ran through your folds as you reached for Florence, your arms wrapped around her thighs as you pulled her down on your mouth.

Harry continued to tease your opening. His tip slipping in and out of you easily as your tongue ran rapid through Florence's pussy. Her wetness was almost to the point of dripping down your face. You groaned as you pulled her by her thighs down harder onto you as your tongue circled into her hole. Fuck, you missed her taste.

You heard the sounds of their kissing, her moans, before he finally pushed his way into you. Your walls clinging around him immediately, pulling him closer into you, making him hiss lowly.

"Jesus, she always so fuckin' tight." His hands embedded themselves into your thighs as he held you open for him. His fingers pulled back the lips of your pussy briefly before you felt Florence shift forward, her core off your mouth as her tongue circled your clit.

Your loud, unabashed moans filled the room. Your mind clouded with nothing but desire and lust, barely functioning at all. Thoughts weren't making sense, you were going based on instinct when your fingers slipped into her cunt that was inches in front of your face.

Harry's grunt and groans as he fucked into your tight cave halted for a moment, his erection pulled out of you briefly. The unmistakable sounds of your girlfriend choking on your boyfriends cock filled the room.

You moaned at the sound, your core clenched as your fingers finally twisted into the right angle. Her velvet walls pulled you in as she tried her best to keep breathing around Harry's thick member.

"Fuck, keep doing that." He panted, accent thick, voice deep with pleasure as you hit that spot in her again. A flood of her arousal coated your fingers as she let out another loud moan, her body slacked on top of you as Harry pulled out of her throat.

You weren't prepared for when he thrusted himself back into you. Your moan cracked as you gripped tightly onto Florence's thighs.

"Told yeh I was gonna make you cum harder." He mumbled as Florence let out a laugh. She rolled over to lay beside you, her lips lazily kissing yours the best they could through Harry's rough thrusts into you.

"Make her cum harder than I did and you can cuddle her tonight." Florence smirked, her hands ran over your hair as you pouted.

"Deal."

"Hey! I wanted to cuddle both of you." Your head shot off the bed as you glared at the both of them, who were both very very clearly taking their competition too far.

Leave them alone for four days and you come back to them acting like children.

"Tomorrow night, sweetheart. I got somethin' prove." Harry smiled as he leaned down to you, his lips capturing yours before you could protest, a roll of his hips had you moaning.

Maybe this bet wasn't that bad.

"Yeah, proving I'm better." Florence scoffed again, adding fuel to the fire as her hand leisurely traveled between her legs. A soft moan passed through her lips as Harry basically growled at her through his teeth.

You rolled your eyes at her as she gave you a shrug and a smile. His length pulled out of you again as he lifted you up, switching you over to be on top of him.

He was pushed back into you in less than a second, his hands grasping the round flesh of your ass tightly as he leaned you forward into his chest. His legs pushed himself upwards, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

You were thankful he pulled you into his chest. Your moans rolled easily as his hands dug deeper into your skin, you were teetering on the edge with in minutes. His gruff groans as his sensitive pulsating member pushed into you only added fuel to the fire.

"Come 'ere, baby." He said as he slowed down his punishing pace his hand left your bum, fingers slipped into Florence's mouth for only a few seconds before finding their way back to you.

The pressure from his finger prodding into your back hole had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. The deep, low, sound that resonated in the bottom of your chest had a smug grin on Harry's face.

He knew he'd won.

His finger and along with his cock fucked into you until you could hardly register your own name. You could feel your heart beating in your core, your nipples so sensitive you could barely stand to have them brush against his own chest.

Harry hummed as you seemed to lose yourself in the feeling of your mounting high. Florence's hand between her legs, stroking herself faster as her lips pressed to Harry's.

You felt a pressure in your stomach you'd never felt before, building and building, ready to bust any second. You didn't even have time to warn him when you felt the dam release. Your head floated in the clouds as your juices ran down him, soaking the bed.

"Well, fuck, I've never made her do that." Florence mumbled after Harry's final thrust into you. His gloating laugh filled the room as you laid limp.

"Told yeh so." He cooed as his hand ran down your back in soothing circles. Florence kissed softly on your shoulder, your arm, wherever until your eyes finally focused on her.

"You okay?" She asked as she brushed away the hair that was stuck to your face.

"Mhm, wanna sleep." You whined, your head pressed into Harry's shoulder tightly as you felt him soften inside of you. Your hips shifted to move off him but his hand quickly pressed your ass down again.

"Go to sleep, darlin'." He kissed the top of your head before he nuzzled into your. Florence arm wrapped around the both of you as Harry opened one arm for her to cuddle into his side.

>>>

"Mornin', sweetheart." Harry hummed as he rounded the corner to his kitchen. A quick kiss placed on Florence's lips before he picked up the cup of tea she already had made for him.

"Morning." She mumbled into her cup. Her legs pulled up beside her as she sat on the counter.

"Wot's wrong?" He paused before taking a sip, his eyes studying her as she sighed.

"It's just…" she stared at the coffee pot that hadn't been used in a week. The steaming brown liquid dripped into the vessel below it. She sighed, shaking her head. "I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was make sure she didn't leave again."

Harry's eyes softened, his hand ran through her hair, lips pressed to her forehead. Trying his best to comfort her which is what he tried, and usually failed, at doing all week long.

"We'll talk to her, okay?"

Flor nodded her head, her lips pressed to his one last time as they heard the door to the bedroom creak open. A shirt you'd taken out of Harry's closet hit your knees as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Morning." You said as you gave both of them a kiss, your eyes more trained to the pot of delicious coffee than either one of their faces.

"Y/N?" Florence asked as you poured your first cup, the smell wafting into your senses had your knees almost buckling.

"Yeah, baby?" You asked without turning around. The glass pressed to your swollen lips from all of last nights kissing, the warm mug felt like a relief to them.

"Can, uhm," she started, you finally turned around to see her looking uncomfortable. Her tongue wet her lips, eyes glanced to Harry before she continued. "can we talk, you know… about everything now?"

"Right, yeah of course, we should… just-" You could feel the nerves pit in your stomach growing as you nodded towards the table. The three of you sat in your usual chairs, your usual mugs in your hands, but it wasn't an usual morning.

No, now you actually had to talk about what was bothering you.

"Right." Harry said, hoping to get the conversation started with already but the room was dead silent.

"Right." You repeated mostly to fill the awkward silence that was growing thicker in the room by the second. You could feel your ears rushing, the room was so quiet. No TV to drown out the weird atmosphere, no music to cover up the fact you had to talk about what happened.

"So, I guess 'm gonna start." Harry said after he glanced at the both of you two, seeing he was going to have to get the ball rolling on this whole thing.

"Yeh know 'm really, really, sorry 'bout the Gemma stuff. I was gonna tell her the next week after the last interview but she decided to come in early and surprise me." Your lips rolled in your mouth as you listened to him. You knew the whole time you sat in your apartment, drunk, that a version of this was what happened. "And I didn't want yeh to get hurt and 'm so sorry it seemed like I was hiding yeh away from people."

You could feel the start of tears in your eyes. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from a blubbering meltdown that was about to happen. Which you might have been able to avoid if his hand didn't wrap itself around yours from across the table.

"Just," you sighed, your hand squeezed his as you tried to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheek. "Just, I should have said it was bothering me before it got to that point and I'm sorry I didn't and I blew up then walked out."

"It's okay." Florence said softly, her other hand laced through your free one. "But… maybe, we should agree to talk about stuff a bit more."

"Yeah, think that would probably be good." Harry agreed as he scooted forward in his chair, his hand wiped away the rest of your tears. "So, yeh gonna stay, right?"

You smiled up to him, your hand laced tighter through Florence's fingers as you nodded your head.

Yeah, you think you'd stay with them.

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