#((thanks for sending! i think this is what makes me v excited to write her in a toa setting))
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John B’s Girl | JJ Maybank Fic
Summary: JJ Maybank was absolutely screwed. So detrimentally screwed. John B was going to actually end him. The blonde haired surfer had a thing for his best friend’s girl, (Y/N) Cameron. And when JJ notices something he shouldn’t, all bets are off.
Word Count: 6.8K, (18+, Minors DNI, Mature Audience)
Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, semi-public sex, cheating, dirty talking, thigh riding, car sex, mention of toys, alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), degrading, Dark!JJ, JJxReader, John BxReader, Cameron!Reader, sprinkles of fluff included, I think I might’ve made Dark!John B too by accident, etc.
Please read warnings before continuing. Really tempted to make a second part if anyone wants it! The ending kinda makes me think a second part is just necessary. Mostly unedited.
Constructive criticism and requests open on my page. I write about Harry, 5SOS, Outer Banks, and TSITP! Thank you x
It’s been an entire week of watching (Y/N) Cameron unraveling before JJ’s blue eyes.
JJ has no idea how the girl got herself into this predicament, and he certainly doesn’t understand how he’s been the only one out of his friends to notice what’s been going on between John B and his girlfriend.
Actually he does understand why, but he refuses to admit it. How could he ever come clean about the way his body ached when she was near? Or how his heart thumped out of his chest when she would accidentally brush her bare skin against his during hot summer days on the H.M.S. Pogue. Even the tender way she’d brush loose strands of blonde hair from his forehead in passing would send shocks of electricity to every corner of his body.
But this annoyingly long week was painfully different from the rest.
(Y/N) had done something on Monday.
JJ wasn’t sure what, but he knew something she had done had sent John B off the deep end. Because for the whole day, John B wouldn’t spare a kind glance her way. No matter how many times she’d initiate a conversation, nudge his arm, intertwine their hands, or even sit on his lap, John B was an absolute rock. His responses were short and curt and his eyes would focus on anything but her.
The next day is when John B really enacted his revenge.
(Y/N) was doing everything she could to get back into his good graces. That morning, she woke up early to stop at the grocery store. Buying so many things that JB’s fridge was fully stocked when she returned.
Breakfast was her first attempt. There was bacon crisping in the oven, sending a mouthwatering aroma to every Pogue in The Chateau. She was scrambling eggs on the stovetop for everyone, with a smaller pan on the side that contained eggs with cheese. By the time the toast was popping out of the toaster oven, everyone had come alive with growling stomachs.
JJ and Pope had dug right in, surprised but also very wonderfully pleased by the first home cooked meal they’d had in a while. Kie had given her a big hug first, requesting that (Y/N) wake her up next time to lend her a hand. But even as John B was served his favorite eggs with cheese for just him, he gave them the tiniest nibble, before pushing his plate away.
“Not hungry,” he shrugged moving on to a refreshing morning shower instead with even as much as a sympathetic glance back.
Kie and Pope were lost in conversation, but JJ had been a witness to it all. More than anything, he noticed the way her entire demeanor deflated as John B stalked off. The excited glint in her eyes was extinguished in haste. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes vanished alongside her smile. His heart squeezed at the sight. JJ had wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and pepper her with millions of soft, thankful kisses. Nothing she could’ve done would’ve been enough for JJ to evoke the same reaction out of her if she was his.
That afternoon, however, is when things took a completely opposite direction.
Energized by their hearty breakfast, they all decided it was a perfect sunny day to do some fishing and swimming. Kie and Pope had canonballed into the clear blue water when it happened. JJ was grabbing a beer from the cooler as (Y/N) sat next to John B who was laying on a towel, perched at the front of the boat.
She had leaned down to speak something privately into his ear. Except he shook his head, face devoid of any emotion. “You’ve been a bad girl (Y/N). You don’t deserve any attention,” his hushed dismissal was the only thing JJ managed to catch. The pout on her plump lips and furrowed eyebrows told JJ everything he needed to know. The gears clicked together in his head almost too quickly.
(Y/N), out of all people, had a praise kink that John B was currently exploiting.
The realization went straight to his crotch, his swimming trunks horribly constricting for the entire day. It made so much sense. She aimed to please, getting so excited when someone was happy with something she did. He honestly felt foolish for not catching on sooner. If someone asked JJ if he jacked off to her sweet voice begging him to destroy her in his imagination, he would immediately deny it.
By Wednesday, JJ was hooked.
There was no conversation that could capture his focus for long. Every moment of his time was devoted to her. The urges JJ had to rush to her and be her new source of comfort were becoming overwhelming but so was the need to bend her over any flat surface. He was on the verge of being diagnosed as bipolar with the amount of times his mood would swing. Every disheartened expression or bite of a lip had JJ physically twitching to remedy her frustration. But anytime she’d sit on John B’s lap and search for forgiveness with gentle touches and suggestive whispers, JJ would have to excuse himself to hide the new semi he was sporting.
(Y/N) and John B cuddled together during a movie night on Thursday evening. JJ thought for a split second that (Y/N) had finally wormed her way through John B’s walls. It didn’t even make sense to him how his best friend had managed to hold out for so long when she was completely irresistible. A little part of him was curious to know what she had done that originally started this. What had angered JB enough to drag this punishment out? By the relaxed tone throughout the movie, he figured he’d never get the answer to that question. At least he’d be able to go back to regular conversations instead of consistently excusing himself to the restroom.
But of course, JJ never seems to catch a break.
Kie had disappeared from the living room at some point to sleep in the guest bedroom. Choosing a comfortable bed over morning neck pain. Pope was on the couch, mouth drooling onto the cushion that was propped under his head. JJ had been basically forced into the sleeping bag on the floor with one measly pillow. Aside from the discomfort of the wooden floor, he had managed to fall into a deep sleep. There was a sudden noise lulling him awake.
Soft, harsh pants stirred him from his dreams.
The movie was still playing on the screen, but the volume had been turned down to leave background noise. Even with the quiet chatter, JJ heard the distinct, “please John B,” that fell from (Y/N)‘s lips followed by an angry scoff. His blue eyes peeked open, just the slightest bit, only to feel like he could pass out from what was occurring on the single seat next to the couch.
(Y/N) was sitting on John B’s thigh, hips grinding down at a rapid pace to chase her end. All the while JB was focused on the screen not paying any mind to the horny girl riding him. JJ could see the wet stains on her cheeks, beads of sweat falling down her forehead. She was moving with urgency, obviously close to her orgasm.
“Can’t believe you have the audacity to beg me to touch you after what you did,” John B muttered furiously in response to her. The only crack in his hard interior that let JJ know he was affected by (Y/N)’s actions was the tight grip at her hip. His other hand was lazily holding the remote on the beige armrest to exaggerate his disinterest. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry,” she pleaded as her hips faltered. The closer she got to her end, the haze in her mind would betray her. Slowing her movements just as she was on the verge of falling into the abyss and traitorously bringing her back.
He snicked at her, feeling her feeble attempts to get herself off on his thigh. She had wet through her panties hours ago, drenching John B’s thigh and the inner corners of hers. Her apologies were falling on deaf ears. “I’m not helping you. You’re lucky I’m even letting you cum when you’ve been such a bad girl. Sluts like you don’t deserve it.” His filthy words were what did it. Instead of being put off by them, the quickening of her pace and quiet whine that escaped her lips let JJ know that she enjoyed being degraded.
(Y/N)’s movement came to a sharp halt, thighs squeezing around John B as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her entire body tensed up, face twisting in pleasure. Underneath the over-sized t-shirt her shoulders shook slightly. For the sake of not being caught by the others, it took all her strength to keep the noises at bay while threatening to spill over at any given moment. JJ thinks he might be the one to beg to hear those sounds next. She collapsed against him, scratching at his chest with a small cry when he grinded up against her overstimulated pussy.
JJ didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.
He found himself in the shower again hours later, fisting his cock repeatedly until he was cumming harder than he ever thought he could.
Friday night was finally the last nail hammered into his coffin.
The party was booming, every Kook, Pogue, and Touron joining together for an epic get together at the Boneyard. Alcohol was influencing the rager, people dancing around the bonfire with high spirits. They had all ridden in the Twinkie together but gradually dispersed throughout the night. Pope was trying, and failing, to flirt with a brown-haired Touron who was too drunk to understand. She was cute but clueless. Kie was dancing in the crowd with John B, enjoying the music and winding down from an eventful day at The Wreck. She was oblivious to the fact that the nonchalant guy in front of her wasn’t paying a lick of attention.
JJ was leaning against a palm tree, crushing a can of beer in his hand. He had been in a fowl mood all day, snapping at everyone over the smallest of inconveniences. He couldn’t help it, nothing he had done was able to satisfy his persistent hard-on. Any time (Y/N) was within his eyesight, even momentarily, all the blood would rush down between his legs. Every hair flip made JJ want to grab it into a ponytail and tug hard. Inches of exposed skin silently requesting to be marked by his teeth. JJ was so sexually frustrated that he was honestly considering taking some girl home tonight.
The idea was tempting as his blue irises raked through the crowd. There were some good options available. Sophie, his old friends with benefits, had been eyeing him all night. A red haired girl had flirted with him when he retrieved his second beer. Shit there was even a drunk Kook that had been throwing herself at him if push came to shove. Still, none of them were what he actually craved deep in his bones. Subconsciously, JJ found the girl he had been really after.
(Y/N) was seated on a log in front of the fire wearing a white flowy dress that ended at the middle of her thighs. It had two straps at the top that tied behind her neck. She was free of make-up, her natural features mesmerizing JJ even from a distance. Her silky hair was blowing past her shoulders in the soft night breeze.
The fire lit up her face with hues of red and orange. Her head was tilted up slightly, eyes sealed shut. She seemed distracted, mind far away from the craziness surrounding her. JJ’s head shifted to the side in curiosity as he noted the odd behavior. He watched as (Y/N) pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down harshly. Her hands had a death-like grip on the wood below her. Something was clearly wrong.
A surge of worry passed by JJ, wondering if the girl was okay. This week had been rougher on her than any of the other Pogues knew. He was the only one besides John B that was aware of the inner turmoil she was experiencing. This meant, Kie, (Y/N)’s best friend and confidante wasn’t clued into this secret that JJ had unintentionally stumbled upon. There was no way she could know the girl needed somebody. Deciding that he needed to take it upon himself to check up on her, JJ’s legs moved before his brain did.
He took a couple of strides in her direction with no decipherable sentence coming to mind. JJ had to think a little more instead of acting on a whim. He found comfort for his nerves in the red hat being snugly placed on his hair backwards before finally sitting down next to her. “Hey, you okay?” JJ’s tone held more compassion than usual, opting to rip off the band aid. Their normal playful banter was replaced by genuine emotion that JJ was struggling to contain.
(Y/N) didn’t even notice him sit until his voice was bringing her back from the pleasure she was floating off into. Her eyes were dark, filled with lust as they landed on JJ’s. Now that he was actually sitting next to her, able to properly focus and analyze her behavior, the color drained from his face as he became all too aware. Her thighs were pressed together tightly, nails digging into the wood. (Y/N) was breathing heavily, vibrations from the plug John B had inserted before leaving The Chateau were teasing her. Her boyfriend held the remote to the stupid thing and he had been turning it off and on all night. Sometimes she’d be in a casual conversation and have to excuse herself because he’d purposefully turn on the highest setting. Even making her spill a little bit of beer down her chin in front of Kie.
By now, (Y/N) was desperate. She was squirming in her seat, holding back the pornographic moans this device had taken her to. After withholding sex from her the entire week and choosing to insert this new toy he had purposefully disappeared earlier to buy, she was like a rabid animal. The intensity of repeatedly being brought to the brink and then cut off had broken any sense of normalcy she had managed to maintain. The fiery passion in her eyes was undeniable. “I-I’m okay- yeah,” (Y/N) practically squeaked out, one hand moving to crumble the hem of her dress in a fist.
John B was insatiable from where he stood. Although he was well aware of the state he had led his girlfriend into, just the sight of JJ sitting next to her set him off. His hand reached into his jean pocket, clasping the cheap plastic and turning on the max speed with several clicks to the plus sign on the right. It was stupid and idiotic, but the jealousy that flared didn’t let him act clearly.
(Y/N) tried to contain a gasp as her body jumped slightly at the sudden change. She knew exactly what John B was doing. He was marking his territory in front of JJ, who by the look in his face obviously knew what was going on. Without an inkling about how JJ felt, John B was still going out of his way to prove (Y/N) was his. Making her cum inches away from his best friend.
JJ knew it. Saw her eyes roll to the back, her mouth drop open and nose scrunch up. The pleasure overcame her body. The orgasm ripped through her body after being edged for so long. Her toes curled as John B forced her to ride out her high in front of him with no mercy. She was unable to hide the twitch of her thighs. Tears from the pleasure mixed in with embarrassment. JJ was frozen, rock solid in his cargo shorts. His face gave nothing away except his acknowledgment of the situation. The words to describe the hunger he felt had yet to be invented. At the same time his outrage at John B’s intentional deed simmered over.
The tension in the air was palpable with deafening silence consuming them. There was no ounce of awkwardness with the way both of them were stuck in their heads. She swallowed hard, looking away as her bottom lip trembled. Seeing as John B had no intentions of turning it off, only lowering the setting, she chose to retreat. There was no explanation that could hide or sugarcoat the truth. (Y/N) got up muttering an unintelligible excuse before she was disappearing behind the fire with a walk of shame.
JJ’s entire body was hot with adrenaline and need. A primal need to fuck the girl into oblivion was no longer in his control. The pure desire radiating off her body had pushed JJ past the boundary of respect. John B smirking victoriously towards Kie did nothing to aid JJ, only encouraged him to follow in the path that (Y/N) had headed towards.
She had found safety next to the Twinkie, crying freely into the crease of her elbow against the window. The vibrator was still going, overstimulating her yet she knew better than to take it out without being told to. John B had gone too far, giving in to the green eyed monster that veered his head. Her body was almost clinging to the van at this point when calloused fingers ran up the back of her thigh.
The warm touch alerted her to the presence of somebody behind her. (Y/N)’s back arched slightly on instinct, finally getting what she was craving. She felt so depraved, so starved. Just a simple graze had goosebumps spreading like wildfire. “John B- please- I-I can’t anymore. Take it out,” she cried pathetically, begging for some form of release.
JJ groaned at the tone of her voice, so ready and desperate. It was taking all his willpower to not bend her over right now and ram himself inside of her. Without speaking, his hand continued to travel up her thigh painfully slow. In her daze she missed the hesitancy in the touch that would’ve been hasty and quick had it been John B. His eyes were trained on the dress that was hiking up, exposing a delicious set of red lace panties. Precum stained his boxers just from the sight. JJ grabbed a handful of her ass cheek tightly, reveling in the way she pushed her ass out to him and whined.
“I’m gonna warn you right now (Y/N). If I’m the one that takes it out, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to forget what his name is,” JJ growled into her ear, hot breath washing over her hypersensitive skin. (Y/N) recognized the voice immediately, feeling the cold rings that belonged to this particular Pogue cooling her ass through the pain of the grip. Her forehead fell onto the window, a pitiful whimper responding to JJ’s offer. It was wrong, so so wrong. But the bulge pressing into her ass had her eyes fluttering shut.
JJ’s logic had quite literally left planet Earth. The only thing on his mind was her. The fear of rejection wasn’t even present. His hand confidently found a home in the curve of her hip, squeezing it tightly as he ground his cock into her ass pushing her further against the van. They both moaned, any hesitation fully dissipating with the wind.
“Take it out- take it out JJ,” she gasped, his name sounding like heaven as it fell from her lips. His new mission was to hear her scream it. JJ moved with newfound purpose, flipping her over harshly before he crouched down. “Hold your dress up and spread your legs,” the dominant tone of JJ’s voice sent a new rush of slickness down her thighs.
This was JJ, her boyfriends best friend, pulling down her panties in one swift move and licking his lips ready to devour her. “JJ please,” she was so vocal, feeding into his own filthy nature. What really almost made him cum in his black boxers was the sight before him. Her pussy was glistening, wrapped tightly around the softly buzzing vibrator. Her clit was swollen, puckering and aching. He licked his lips, imprinting this image in his brain.
JJ grabbed onto the end of it, teasingly pulling it out of her and back in which earned him a breathless moan. Her hips pushed down against it automatically, chasing the feeling. “You’ve been such a good girl all night, taking it so well,” JJ’s words had her free hand gripping the handle to the door. Without even letting her process it, his fingers were replacing the vibrator which found solace in JJ’s back pocket.
He shoved two fingers in deep, coating them with her previous orgasm in a matter of seconds. JJ nudged every corner, hitting every spot reachable in this position. He moved with skill, determination clear in the way his lips wrapped around her nub and sucked. (Y/N)’s breath was knocked out of her lungs at the sensation. Her jaw slacks from the pleasure as the spark at the pit of her belly grows into an untamable fire. JJ moved like a man who needed this to survive. He flattened his tongue against her clit, the tip poking into the entrance where his fingers were sliding in and out with ease. Finally tasting her sweetness forced a moan to ripple through him and into her.
(Y/N)’s head fell back against the window hard enough to hurt and yet she didn’t feel it at all. All her senses were hyper focused on the man between her legs. Each flicker of his tongue would make her knees go out. She would’ve been on the ground already had it not been for JJ’s hand digging into her thigh to keep her up as well as open. A particular curve of his finger had a high pitched noise tumbling out. JJ didn’t miss a beat, continuing with a new rhythm as he memorized what made her walls clench around him.
“I-I’m gonna- JJ, fuck,” she couldn’t even finish her sentence but he knew exactly what she was going to say. Everything became blurry, her chest heaving from the change in his movements. The muscles in her thighs tense, attempting to close subconsciously but JJ refuses to let them. His fingers dig into her thigh so hard they’ll be bruises in the shape of his hand tomorrow. Her climax was rapidly approaching, knot tightening in her abdomen.
His tongue circled her relentlessly. Everything wrong with what they were doing secretly inflamed her heat. (Y/N)’s mind went hazy from the increasing thrusts of his fingers. The pleasure exploding inside of her in a gut twisting way. JJ watched her face twist from the blissful waves causing her eyes to close. The intensity made her mind go blank as a string of curses were spoken. He forced her to ride out her high by lapping up everything that landed on his tongue. He savored the taste, unforgivingly continuing until her body was shaking from the stimulation.
(Y/N) didn’t even get a break. She was unable to catch a breath with JJ’s merciless assault. Her hand moved from the door to his head, pushing the cap off in favor of grabbing his blonde hair. He finally eased up when he was satisfied, pulling his mouth away and not hesitating to lick his lips. “Taste so fucking good princess,” JJ breathed out while his fingers gradually came to a stop. She squeezed his hair, a whimper coming out. It was hard to believe this was JJ Maybank below her, eyes gleaming after eating her out alive.
He stood up, moving the hand that had left imprints to fist her loose hair and tilt her head up. “Suck it off my fingers,” he demanded. The authoritative tone left her with no option but to open her mouth. Her tongue slipped between the two fingers sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. JJ’s already darkening eyes were pitch black now, hints of blue disappearing at her eagerness.
“You like that don’t you? Sucking your cum off my fingers. Wonder how your little boyfriend would feel if he saw you right now,” JJ taunted her. Tears brimmed the edges of her eyes but her thighs moved to shut. JJ’s knee shot out before they could, grinding up against her overly sensitive mound. He was rewarded with a delicious moan that reminded him of his leaking member that was still trapped. “Say it princess. Whose gonna fuck you and make you cum a second time in a row?” The fingers that were in her mouth moved to wrap around her throat. He gave her the freedom to speak, his forehead dangerously close to hers. Their lips could meet if she moved just a little closer. The curiosity to find out what kissing him would feel like distracted her. The soft squeeze at her throat broke her out of the trance, reminding her to respond.
(Y/N) nodded for no reason, hips pushing down against JJ’s thigh to show how much she still wanted him. “You JJ. You’re gonna fuck me and make me cum again. Please- want it so bad, want your cock inside of me,” the neediness in her tone sent JJ into a frenzy. No imagination could come close to the real thing. His neck shot forward, their lips molding together in a passionate kiss. They moved in sync while JJ’s hand slid down, pulling at the strings of her dress to undo the knot in a swift move. His hand skimmed further down, kneading and squeezing every inch of her skin from her curves to her ass.
She was mewling in his mouth, every caress weakening her. It was hard to feel guilty with the way the rough pads of his fingers ran across her scorching hot skin. Her hands moved to unbutton his shorts falling prey to her desires. “Need it J,” the sincerity is what snapped him back into action.
JJ untangled their bodies to open the Twinkie, taking her hand so that she was standing in front of him and could go in first. Without saying it, he placed his palm at the center of her back. A soft push let her know to get onto all fours on the soft fabric of the seats. The van door slammed shut behind them before he was shoving his clothes off with urgency. A thought lit up like a light bulb inside his head as he finished undressing.
“If you want me to give you what needy sluts like you deserve, you need to answer my question,” JJ stated seriously as his hands tucked under the top of her dress. Now with the strap off, he was able to peel off the dress from top to bottom. The panties that had only been able to reach her mid thigh before JJ lost it, slipped off alongside the dress. Confusion settled into (Y/N)’s expression. Her right cheek was pressed into the seat, only getting a small glimpse of JJ’s face. “I’ll answer anything JJ please,” the apprehension as to what the question could be was drowned out by the throbbing between her legs. The anticipation was eating her alive and he was on an unholy plight to push every single one of her buttons.
JJ smirked devilishly while leaning down to press his bare chest against her back. His cock was standing up, solid from days of built up tension. He slid between her wet folds, earning moans from the both of them. “What did you do that made John B so mad?” He whispered into her ear before resting his forehead on the back of her head. His lips ghosted over the skin at the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine. It took a moment for her to put together what he was saying. The realization dawned on her face, unable to admit what he wanted to hear. JJ’s suspicion grew with the way her breathing stuttered.
“Doesn’t matter J, just fuck me,” she attempted to sway him away from the topic but being told to ignore it only made him more persistent. “Ah, ah,” he tsked in a disapproving tone. JJ moved his hips to continue teasing her, gradually sliding between her lips and get himself wet with all her juices. He’d move so far down that his tip would just barely nudge against her hole and then proceed to slide back. His hands disappeared around (Y/N)’s sides, grabbing hold of her breasts and massaging them roughly. His fingertips found her already hardened nipples, tugging and pulling to get his point across. “You want me to fuck your tight cunt? You’re gonna have to tell me sweet girl. Because I’ll walk away right now.”
(Y/N) whined in frustration. JJ’s attempts to make her comply worked all to well. Her heart was racing with impatience and every nerve ending was shot. She could feel just how long and big he was. It made her tighten pathetically around nothing. She wanted to cry to express the distress she was feeling. His hands played at her nipples, fogging her mind up even further. A high pitched noise waved the white flag as she gave in to his attack. The risk of JJ leaving right now outweighed the shitstorm that inevitably followed the truth. “I flirted with you Sunday night.”
JJ paused, his hope flourishing into fact. What JJ had deemed a concocted idea was in fact more than just a sexually fueled imagination.
(Y/N) walked into the kitchen, hair wet from a recent shower. Despite an exhausting day surfing at the beach, she still managed to walk with a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. Her attitude was always contagious and distracting. “Hey J, not coming out for the movie?” she questioned, digging into the freezer. All the Pogues were camped out in the living room to watch a new movie while JJ was perched on the counter top with a beer in hand.
He ran his fingers through his hair, watching as she pulled out the last chocolate fudge bar which halted his answer. His eyebrow raised as she whirled around to him. She removed the plastic casing with no rush in the world, before wrapping her plump lips around the bar. JJ’s blue eyes trailed downwards, captivated by the way she bobbed her head up and down in such a suggestive way. Her question was long forgotten with a lick of his dry lips.
“That’s my bar,” JJ stated avoiding a comment on the affect her actions were having on him. He was also technically correct. Nobody else ate the fudge bars except for him. Although, he had been noticing that he was reaching the end of the box quicker than normal. Apparently he discovered the culprit. It was hard to actually take it seriously though, not when he could swear there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. Like she purposefully put on a show for him.
(Y/N) simply tilted her head to side biting her bottom lip. “And what are you going to do about it?” The question was innocent. Yet it sounded so risqué. Like she was tempting him to take it further than that. His muscles twitched to grab her right there. But John B clearing his throat from the kitchen entrance snapped JJ out of whatever that was.
He was too consumed by her lips, her doe eyes, the way her cheeks hollowed around the bar, all of it. JJ had barely noticed John B in that moment. The thought that he might’ve heard or seen anything didn’t even cross JJ’s mind. He just quickly got up and rushed past them to the living room. He had written the whole thing off. It was easier to convince himself that he had probably imagined the whole thing rather than feeding into a delusion where she had actually teased him.
JJ had been so right though. He had read her cues perfectly. Not only had she been flirting with him, but it was also the reason that John B was infuriated. The more he dwelled on the thought, the more his heart thumped louder. They all joked and flirted amongst themselves, John B did with Kie. It was all harmless. So John B getting mad at this moment meant he felt threatened by JJ. Like (Y/N) had given him a reason to worry.
The admission made something snap inside of JJ. A flood of emotions surged forward as the dam he had built to contain them collapsed under the strength of her honesty. He quickly removed his hands from her body to lift himself up. As promised, JJ lined himself up with her slick entrance. Any desire to see her down on her knees would have to be put on hold for next time. There was no way he could put this off any longer. He took just a second to nudge his tip passed the barrier and back to hear the starved whimper that she was unable to hold in. Finding sick pleasure in her shameless need for him. “Please JJ.” Without warning, right after she spoke, he slammed his hips forward. He forget everything except the feeling of being enveloped by velvety tight walls. A loud moan mixed in with a deep groan could be heard from outside the van. He reached deep into her like this, taking her breath away.
The grip around his cock could make him pass out. He muttered an inaudible cuss word, not giving her a second to adjust. JJ pulled out to the tip before shoving himself back inside her and repeating the motion until it grew into a consistent pace. (Y/N) was a broken record of moans and pleas. With every thrust her hips would rut back into him. The anticipation had been replaced with numbing pleasure. Her eyes couldn’t focus on a single thing, completely overwhelmed. His fingers tangled into her hair, shoving her further into the seat.
JJ used the new support to deepen and harden his pace. His hips were jolting into her and sending her forward each time. JJ was failing to hold back, milking every noise out of her sweet lips. The vibrator that was still in the pocket of his shorts that were now located on the floor began to vibrate loudly. JJ smirked viciously, digging into her hip for assistance to ram into her, admiring the way her swollen pussy swallowed his cock in between them. “Do you hear that? John B’s turning up the vibrator while you’re getting stuffed with his best friends cock,” JJ coed before his breath hitched at the tight squeeze his words evoked.
It shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did but she couldn’t help it. Her body reacted before she could. His lewd words reached kinks (Y/N) didn’t even know existed within her. She cried out as his balls slapped against her clit, shooting pangs of intense pleasure up her body. Her legs would be giving out soon, she wouldn’t be able to keep this up. Feeling (Y/N)’s end approaching, JJ fisted her hair and pulled her up against his chest with ease. “Who owns your pretty pussy now (Y/N)?” he panted, his hot breath fanning over the back of her neck at the new proximity.
(Y/N) moaned out loudly as he pounded back into her in this new position. He broke her train of thought before she even had a chance to think of a reply. The hand at her hip smoothed upward, pausing to grope her boob roughly. Her back arched in response with a sharp gasp before he finally landed on her throat. JJ squeezed, digging his fingers into her pressure point and loosening it to remind her to speak. “You JJ. JJ Maybank owns me and my pussy,” (Y/N) yelped hand moving to grip onto the seat while the other reached back into JJ’s blonde locks. JJ growled, increasing his pace when she jumped forward at a certain shift in angle.
Her eyes were glazing over as the fingers at her neck tightened. Their bodies molded together in a matching rhythm. Her hips jutted down to meet every single one of his upward strokes. JJ was using the grip on her neck to lift and slam her back into him. The filthy sounds of their bodies smacking together was the only thing heard in the foggy van. “So fucking tight,” JJ mutters, lips moving to suck a hickey into the back of her neck. Now that he had discovered how close she was with the way her body quivered in his grasp, he wrecked his way inside of her.
Knowing it was a bad idea, (Y/N)‘s head had still tilted to allow him room to mark her. She was a mess of endless mewls and echoed moans, too dazed by the way he was manhandling her. Her end was quickly building, eyes rolling as she fell back onto the curve of his shoulder. His hand left her hair to explore down the middle of her chest. He trailed a finger down her stomach before finally reaching the top of her pussy. His hand cupped her, fingers wrapping around her opening that was still engulfed by his twitching cock. He palmed at her clit, eliciting a loud cry from (Y/N).
“Beg me to make you cum like he can’t,” JJ slowed his hand to show he’d stop in a scarily calm way, making tears spill over from how hopeless she felt. At this point (Y/N) needed the sweet relief as much she needed oxygen in her lungs. “You already made me cum harder than he ever has-,” her breath caught as he dug his palm into her swollen clit at the confession, “I’m all yours JJ- please make me cum.” That was all he needed to apply just enough pressure to leave (Y/N) sputtering. Her eyes went black as the ferocity of her orgasm left her seeing stars. Her entire body writhed from the intensity. JJ groaned at the way her walls tightened around him. She was drifting into clouds of bliss while riding out her high.
It all encouraged him further to his own end. He removed his hand from her beyond sensitive clit to lay her down fully onto her stomach. JJ’s back stayed pressed against her, not slipping out in the slightest bit. With the new position, her walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t refrain from snapping his hips up to bring the unrelenting speed back to life. This time he was chasing his own end, using her warm hole to get himself off. (Y/N) was incoherent under him, utterly fucked out. “That’s it take it,” his hips lost rhythm, “take all my cum,” jerking upwards desperately. He moaned loudly into her ear, thick ropes of his cum painting her insides.
She shuddered feeling him stop as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing with every drop her clenching pussy squeezed out. They were both panting, the temperature in the van was absurdly high. His sweaty body gave out, hiding her naked one under his. She found the weight of it comforting in her post orgasmic fog. It took her a few minutes to properly come back. JJ had leaned up now, pressing electrifying open-mouthed kisses against the dips of her upper back. His hips shifted a little, earning a broken moan from the girl below him.
When he began to move, she leaned back, not wanting to end the fantasy bubble they had created. JJ shushed her with a small smack to her ass that made her jump. Both of them groaned at the sudden movement and he gripped the redden skin where his hand had just spanked. His other hand had vanished under the seat, reaching for vibrator that was still going off wildly. Her pussy spasmed in fear of the vibration inside of her again after the fucking he had just put her through. “Fuck Princess,” JJ hissed almost pinching her ass from the sensitivity.
The one act of kindness JJ had showed (Y/N), was flicking the manual switch to off on the device.
His fingers looped around the end of it, sitting up carefully.
Her ears perked up as the vibrating came to a stop. “JJ what are you doing?” (Y/N)’s shaky, fucked out voice rang through the silence. JJ felt no need to respond pulling out in one swift go. The feeling of emptiness didn’t settle because he was pumping the vibrator back into her, refusing to let any of the evidence vanish. Her muscles tightened, enduring the continued stimulation with a small puff.
“As much as I want to watch my cum drip out of your wrecked cunt..,” JJ’s voice drifted off as his blue irises dropped to the round curve of her ass. He was mesmerized by her worn out body. The marks he had left were giving in to his ego. His hand tenderly rubbed the skin down her back and squeezed at her butt. He’ll never get enough of the feeling.
“You’re gonna keep this vibrator in until John B undresses you at The Chateau. He’s gonna think he’s won, having made you cum in front of me, out of my reach. Then he’s gonna spread your bruised thighs. Shit he’ll even wonder why the vibrator could possibly be turned off. Then when he pulls it out, all of my cum is gonna drip out of his girls pussy for him.”
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southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ?do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?
botanical hc's
i think it honestly depends who she’s with. people like linoan and tina, who she’s resigned herself with the duty of protecting, are likely to encounter a more serious safy. she’s also more likely to hold herself seriously in front of nobles/ people of a higher tier in the hierarchy (this includes knights, professors, even the house leaders.)
but i think with friends she’s much more light-hearted. think the youths of leif’s army like tanya, osian, ronan; these people, i feel, she’d be much less uptight with. hell, throw lifis into the mix, too. people who are in a more or less equal footing with her will enjoy a casual safy.
#INBOX. i am grateful!#OOC. sweet ol' staffy#META. devotee of peace#((thanks for sending! i think this is what makes me v excited to write her in a toa setting))#((bcos she's very serious in thracia bcos of War business))#((but also bcos she's surrounded by people who are above her in a hierarchical sense))#((and she's thrust into a role w a lot of responsibility))#((so in toa she can let her hair down so to speak))#((very fun stuff :]))
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and you’re to blame / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader
hehe the smut we all wanted from the first part ;) I’m thinking this is going to be a three-parter, it only seems natural as I have one segment of this lyric left... I’m quite liking this writing a reader who unintentionally humbled jake so he doesn’t event attempt the bravado we’re used to lol
and you’re to blame / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader
read part one here
word count: 3.4k
warnings: language, drinking, smut!!!, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it... at the very least talk abt birth control unlike these idiots !!!) brief choking, reader gets a callsign in this one, meet poison ivy (only mentioned as ivy. thank you @natrace for helping me with that one lol)
“Okay, no no no. That is a foul, you shook the damn table, Fanboy!” you shouted across the makeshift beer pong table at the absolutely hammered man.
“There are no fouls in beer pong, Ivy,” Rooster protested, defending his teammate and you chucked your other ball right at his head, smirking in satisfaction when it plinked off his forehead. “But if there were, that is unsportsmanlike conduct and grounds for your removal!”
“Retaliation is fair play as far as I’m concerned. You can’t stumble and move the table a whole foot while someone is making their shot!” The rest of the team was idly watching, swaying on their feet as they sipped their drinks listening to the latest argument of the evening. “What does the jury think?”
“What is this, fucking Survivor?” Rooster grumbled as you turned your attention to your friends with expectant eyes as you watched Phoenix, Payback, and Bob consult quietly.
After a long pause and hushed whispers, Bob cleared his throat and finally said “the jury finds Team RooBoy in violation of standard decency and spatial awareness, Team IvyMan is granted a redo in addition to a free-throw.” You cheered triumphantly, giving Jake a high five before he went to collect your ping pong balls as Fanboy and Rooster sulked.
“Unbelievable,” Rooster muttered and you just stuck your tongue out at him like a petulant child. “Did you even consider the fact that she pelted me in the head?”
“Watch it, or I’ll live up to my callsign and poison your drink,” you retorted, and he just rolled his eyes.
“We considered it,” Phoenix replied, sipping her drink and you just laughed before retaking your turn and bringing it down to one last cup.
“Okay, last cup, last shot, you got this,” Jake whispered in your ear, giving your shoulders a quick rub as you shook your arms out as if you were preparing for the game winning shot in a championship. The ground was unsteady beneath you and you were definitely a little fuzzy as alcohol coursed through your veins but you took a deep breath and centered yourself the best you could, lining up your aim and letting it soar through the air and land in the cup with a satisfying plop. You turned to face Jake with an excited squeal and threw your arms around him, giggling as he spun you around in circles, keeping an arm snug around your waist when he set you back on solid ground.
“Take that RooBoy,” you managed to get out around your laughter and Rooster threw a ping pong ball at you that you just swatted away before slipping out of Jake’s grip and sending Phoenix a look as you headed for the bathroom. She slipped in a few moments after you, closing the door behind her and handing you your abandoned drink as she sat on the ledge of the bathtub and looked up at you expectantly.
“So, the elevator?” she asked, and you sighed as you put the lid to the toilet seat down and sat, crossing your legs and clumsily bumping them into hers.
“Nat, I don’t know what the hell happened.”
“Uh, I do… if that door opened even two minutes later there was a whole lot more that we would have seen,” she laughed
“I mean, one minute we’re sitting in a stuck elevator talking about being stuck and cheerleaders and then the next he’s telling me I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.”
“Wow, he said that? I don’t know if that’s really sweet or if he’s pulling his fuckboy nonsense,” she replied, taking a sip of her beer.
“I can’t say for sure but I don’t think it’s his usual nonsense, it just felt different, but at this point I really don’t know if I care either way.”
“I mean hey, get yours. If it’s Hangman being Hangman at least you’re going into it knowing that’s a possibility and you get to have a fun night in bed and if it’s something different, well… that’s nice too.” she shrugged and you nodded your head.
“Okay, yes, thank you. That is what I needed to hear,” you exhaled, feeling some of the tension that had settled over your shoulders since those elevator doors opened release. You stood and opened the door before closing it halfway and looking over your shoulder, “and sleep with Roo,” you said, laughing at her shocked expression. “You were basically fucking on the dance floor anyways,” you whispered before slipping back into the room and not giving her the opportunity to respond as you reclaimed your spot underneath Jake’s arm.
“Did you have a gossip session without me?” he asked, looking down at you with those sparkly eyes.
“I did, you missed out on some juicy stuff,” you teased and he gasped in faux-shock. “We were just talking about how Bob totally missed his shot with the only sane bridesmaid there was,” you said before looking at the man in question with mischievous eyes as you took a sip of your drink.
“I don’t- what? I had a shot?” he stammered as his cheeks flushed and you just laughed.
“Yeah, bud. She actually asked me about you, said you were smart and handsome unlike all my other beefcake friends,” you replied, smirking as the other boys started to talk all at once, taking offense at that assumption. “Might have mentioned to me that she’s in room 3317 if you get over your cute nerves,” you said nonchalantly and his eyes widened. “I would go if I were you.” You all watched as Bob checked his watch before frantically scampering out of the room and you tried to save your laughter for when the door shut behind him.
“Oh Bob, so smart yet so clueless,” Rooster said, shaking his head and you snorted, shooting Phoenix a look and she just pleaded with her eyes for you to keep your mouth shut… which you did. You’d decided you’d done enough matchmaking for the evening, and looked up to Jake who was looking down at you already with clearly the same idea in mind.
“Well, thank you all for a pleasant evening but if you’ll excuse us…” Jake started but you were already taking his hand and dragging him out of the room, ignoring the gags and Payback yelling ‘you’re not subtle’ after you as you ran into the hallway with him in tow. “My room or yours?”
“Whichever is closer,” you answered, squealing as he swept you up off your feet and carried you down the hallway, stopping in front of your room. You rooted around your purse until you felt your keycard and pulled it out, leaning to tap it against the handle but he plucked it from your grasp and beat you to it. “You’re ridiculous.” you giggled and he just shook his head as he kicked the door closed behind him.
“It’s customary to carry you over the threshold,” you let out a full laugh now.
“We’re not the ones that got married,” you pointed out and he shrugged, dropping you onto the bed and making his way to the mini-fridge.
“Yeah well, I know it wasn’t Bob you two were conspiring about in the bathroom and I’m not leaving anything to chance.” He pulled out a bottle of champagne and grabbed two glasses from the bar area atop the dresser. “Besides, only took a year of silent pining to get you in bed, so we’re doing this right.” he said as he popped the champagne, chuckling as you jumped at the loud pop. He handed you a full glass and tapped it against yours as he sat beside you.
“To Coyote and Abby?” you asked and he shook his head.
“No, to the best maid of honor and best man there ever was,” he replied and you laughed.
“I’ll drink to that,” you said taking a sip, “so pining, huh?”
“Be cool about it,” he sighed, and you just beamed up at him, leaning in to give him a quick peck and melting into him when he chased after your lips.
“I just don’t know how I didn’t notice it,” you said after pulling away.
“Well, you never looked at me for more than three seconds consecutively so I’m not surprised you didn’t,” he said and you felt another pang of guilt strike your heart. You knew without a doubt he wasn’t saying this to make you feel guilty, Jake was a lot of things but most importantly he was someone who respected boundaries, no matter what they were. Even though you might not have looked at him for more than three seconds at a time you knew this implicitly. But still, you felt it anyways as you looked over this incredibly handsome man who was looking at you like you’d hung all the stars and the moon. Really you’d had no idea, you didn’t necessarily peg yourself as his type so you’d never given yourself the opportunity to appreciate him any further than being a decent teammate but now here you were, appreciating everything before you and letting your mind run amuck with possibilities and desires… desire that was rekindling in your veins as your leg pressed against his perched on the edge of the bed.
Feeling a streak of boldness you plucked the glass from his hand and stood to place them on the dresser, discarding them as you set your sights elsewhere. You placed the ball of your foot on his knee, allowing the fabric of your dress to part at the slit and fall to the side, exposing your leg to him as you carefully leaned over and undid the strap and pulled the heel off, smirking as you had his undivided attention. As you did the same with your other he took over, carefully unbuckling and sliding his free hand up your calf as he tossed the shoe aside. You slid onto him, straddling his hips and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands held you securely at your waist. “Well, I see you now…” you whispered into his ear, kissing down his neck and letting your fingers undo the first few buttons of his shirt. “And I definitely like what I see.” He captured your lips in a searing kiss, the slow tenderness of the elevator was gone as a hunger set in. You moaned into his mouth as he nipped your plush skin and rolled your hips in response causing his grip on you to tighten. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly at the roots and the groan that fell from his lips sent warmth flooding to your core. You wanted more, you wanted to be closer, you wanted everything that he had to give you.
You pulled back suddenly, slipping from his lap and pulling him up with you as you turned your back to him and pulled your hair to the side. He got the memo instantly, pressing himself against you and pressing kisses along your exposed neck as he pulled the zipper down, fingers ghosting along your skin as he pushed the silky fabric to the floor. He spun you around and lifted you onto the dresser, shaking his head as he took in the matching set you were wearing, “so fucking beautiful,” he muttered as he trailed his fingers along your legs, tracing your form and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He paused over your clothed heat, briefly giving you a small bit of the friction you were desperate for before stepping between your legs and pulling your lips to his again. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, sheer desire and greed overtaking you both as you finished stripping him of his shirt and began working on his belt. You felt bold once more, something about Jake making you feel so wanted had you keen to return the favor.
Pushing him away from you, you slid to the floor landing on your knees before him and looking up at him with bright eyes as you tugged his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his cock and quickly taking him in your hand. You watched as looked down at you with his lips parted and breathing ragged and maintained eye contact as you took his achingly red tip into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue over the beads of precum before working him further down. He groaned, hands coming to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he hit the back of your throat and you brought your freehand up to gently cradle and massage his balls.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he grunted and you felt saliva begin to spill past your lips and down your neck as you bobbed up and down, using your other hand to stroke what didn’t fit and Jake knew he’d never witnessed anything so sinfully beautiful. You felt your core throbbing as you took him, aching for any kind of friction but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you watched the blissed out pleasure on his face above you. You gagged around him and the grip in your hair tightened as he bucked into your mouth, his free hand coming to swipe the tears that escaped from the corners of your eyes before he pulled himself from you and lifted you to your feet. He captured you in a kiss as he walked you backwards and you rid yourself of your bra just as he pushed you down and settled between your legs at the foot of the bed.
You parted yourself for him instantly, looking down at him in anticipation as he kissed up your legs, paying special attention to the soft skin of your inner thighs… so close but so far from where you needed him. You writhed beneath him, almost scowling when he placed a firm hand to your hips to hold you still and he smirked up at you through his lashes as he slowly pulled your underwear off. “So needy,” he muttered as he licked a gentle stripe through your folds and your hips bucked towards his face. “So wet already, all this for me, sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, fingers tangling in his hair as he began softly lapping at your clit, you let out a moan as your head fell back against the mattress, already feeling overly sensitive when he’d barely touched you. He increased his pressure, tongue moving expertly and precisely across your sensitive bundle of nerves and your brain grew fuzzy as you squirmed beneath him, wanting more but unable to do anything but moan his name.
“Jake,” you said breathily, and he knew what you wanted without even asking. He used his finger to gently tease your entrance, collecting your slick as he continued to work your clit and you kept trying to buck your hips closer. He finally eased a finger in, carefully stretching you before adding a second and pumping them in and out, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, Jake,” you moaned, making his cock twitch and you felt your release growing closer.
“That’s it, baby, gonna cum for me?” he asked, keeping his speed and pressure consistent.
“Yes, fuck, yes-” you were cut off by your own moan, body twitching as your orgasm overtook you with blinding euphoria. He held your thighs apart when you tried to clamp them down, working you through your high until you were jolting at every lick and thrust with overstimulation. He was over you in an instant, molding himself to you and you wrapped your arms around him as you pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and moaning as you felt him press against your sensitive core and you clenched around nothing, yearning to feel him inside you and you reached between you to stroke his length and press him to your entrance.
“You sure? We can-” he began to ask, brushing your hair from your face as he looked down at you and you nodded.
“Please,” you all but whined, and you wanted to be embarrassed by how wrecked you sounded but you couldn’t find it in you to care. He eased himself into you, groaning as he bottomed out and giving you a moment to adjust. You felt fire licking at your veins, burning in the sweetest way as you stretched to accommodate him. Wrapping your legs around him you nodded for him to continue, breathing in sharply as he began to thrust and your eyes rolled back at how full you felt.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so tight for me…” he groaned, picking up his pace and you gripped onto his shoulders as he bucked into you, the careful roll of his hips stimulating your clit and you were certain you had never felt pleasure like this before. It was sheer ecstasy as it overwhelmed you entirely, your senses registering nothing but him and his intoxicating touch. He pulled your legs over his shoulders and you cursed as he plunged deeper, the new angle allowing him to brush against your g-spot and when his hand curled around your throat applying soft but deliberate pressure you knew you were barreling towards your second release. “God, princess you’re so good for me… taking me so good,” he moaned before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, tasting as much of you as he could. He removed his hand from your throat to rub tight circles around your clit as he continued to fuck into you and your legs began to quiver around him.
“Cum for me honey, I’ve got you,” he whispered as he buried his face in your neck, desperately staving off his own release as he waited for you. It was like his command was all it took, hitting you like a ton of bricks with a strangled moan as your walls fluttered around him, gripping him like a vice and triggering his own as his thrusts became uneven and rough, filling you with warmth as he worked both of you through your highs. He relaxed against you, lifting his head and pressing soft kisses along your cheekbones as your chest heaved, trying to regain breath. You slid your hand through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp and enjoying the blissful moment of peace as you came back to your body, feeling him drip from your core while his softening length remained inside you.
“So…” he started, still placing kisses to every inch of your face as you scrunched your nose adorably at him.
“So…?” you repeated with a soft smile when he pulled back to look down at you, eyes full of hope.
“Will you go on a date with me?” you laughed breathlessly, shaking your head as he carefully slid out of you and laid on his side next to you, pulling you with him and tangling your legs together.
“I fear we’ve done this all out of order,” you teased, smiling as his hand found a home on your waist and drew you closer. “You sure you wanna ask me out?” you asked, carefully trying to feel out his intentions as you recalled your conversation with Phoenix in the bathroom.
“There’s a lot I want to do with you sweetheart, starting with taking you on a date,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled closer. “Is that a yes?” he chuckled.
You nodded against him, “yeah, that’s a yes.”
“I was thinking karaoke… we’ve got a pretty airtight performance already locked and loaded,” he said as he began humming Bon Jovi, and you just laughed.
“I don’t like karaoke, but that actually sounds fun,” you said, “and you’re to blame,” you added in a whisper, vaguely in cadence with the song and his laugh shook your whole frame. He hooked a finger under your chin and lifted your head to look at him.
“We don’t have to karaoke, I just wanted to hear you laugh,” he said before kissing you and you smiled into it.
“Who knew you were so cheesy?” you asked and he just shrugged before tucking you under his chin.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
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Green Eyes of Envy Pt. 3
The Real Gif for the fanfic
The Top I’m Referencing
Synopsis: You and Mel have overcome all that you have to get to this night, THE FIRST DATE!! Will Melissa get you to that orgasmic bliss she’s been dying to see you in? Is it possible that you have your own little surprise for the gorgeous redhead?! Was choosing each other the right move?! All of these questions revealed and more!
Author’s Note: Hey my lovely fanfic village! I know I’m late with this but I literally fell asleep not once but two nights in a row trying to finish this sucker so I apologize from the bottom of my sapphic fanfic riddled heart! I was very excited to write this one because this is what both Mel and the reader have been waiting and longing for, for a very long time. And to create this just makes my sappy sapphic heart very happy. I hope you like all the cuteness as well as the hot steaminess! Please let me know what you think!! And please send me any requests that you beautiful people have! Sending all da love and hugs!
Warning: SMUTT!! And of course fluff!
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You were jamming out as you finished applying your makeup. She said she’s only gay for me. And I don’t know what to believe. Yeah she said she’s only gay for me, gay for me! You belt out. You’re wearing a tight black v neck that shows just enough cleavage to tease her until she’s taking it off you. You paired that with a brown leather jacket and dark wash jeans and to top it off your mini black boots.
You hear a knock on the front door. That’s weird you think, you weren’t expecting anyone and you were Ubering to Mel’s and still had 30 minutes until you had to call the Uber. You finish applying your cherry red lipstick and then go to the door.
You open the door and there standing before you is Jessica Rabbit herself and is holding a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. She looks stunning in a short sleeve red top with a scoop neck that is accentuating her gorgeous goods, with her infamous black leather pants and red heels. You gasp.
“Oh my god! What are you doing here?!” You exclaim as you step aside and gesture for her to come in.
“If you really think that you’re Ubering anywhere if I’m available and know that you need a ride somewhere, you better think again.” She says with a big smirk.
You roll your eyes. “You don’t have to do that, you know. Thank you for the gorgeous flowers.” You say quietly as you take the flowers from her, set them aside and pull her in for a kiss.
When you break the kiss, she caresses your cheek. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to, I want to take care of you, make your life easier, that’s my job now. You my dear just need to let me. Can you at least try to let me take care of you?” She asks you gently.
“Fine. I guess I’ll let you be my personal chauffeur.” You tease her with a chuckle.
She smacks your ass. “You little shit!” She exclaims. “Now go finish getting ready. The sooner we get back to my house, the sooner we eat and the sooner we eat, the sooner I’ll be giving you the best orgasm you’ve had in your life.” She says with a huge smirk on her face.
“Someone’s confident!” You chuckle, you pull her in for a quick kiss and then you run to get everything so you can head out.
Once you’re both out the door, she takes your hand and when your fingers interlock, it feels like you’ve finally found your missing puzzle piece. She walks you to her truck, opens the door and holds your hand as you step up into the truck. As she shuts your door you scramble over to her side and open her door for her because she’s not the only gentlewoman between the two of you! And then you scramble back to your seat.
“You didn’t have to open my door, ya know.” She said as she slides into her seat.
“As a gorgeous woman told me tonight, let me take care of you, woman!” You say give her a look that says try me.
She pulls out of your complex and starts heading to her place. 80s ballads play quietly as you stare out the window, for the first time since you said yes to the date, you feel your stomach start tying itself up in nerves. You feel her hand on your thigh and you simultaneously get chills and feel a wave of calm wash over you. You place your hand over hers and interlace your fingers with hers.
“I know it hasn’t been easy to get to this point. But I haven’t felt so happy and excited about dating and being with someone in years. And I’m so grateful that we chose each other and decided to give us a chance.” She says with quiet vulnerability as she looks at you adoringly.
You take her hand and kiss it. “I feel the same way Mel. And I don’t know what it is, but I feel like it’s been a long time coming and we’ll find out that what we’ve been searching for is in each other.” You say smiling.
You get to her place, and unbuckle your seatbelt. “(Y/N), will you please let me get your door for you and help you out of the truck?” She asks gently as she takes your hand and squeezes it.
“Since you asked so nicely, I will, just for you.” You say as you lean over and kiss her cheek.
She gets out, comes around to your side, opens your door and takes your hand and helps you out of the truck. You walk up the steps, she opens the door and gestures for you to go in first. You step in and the smell of lasagna, freshly cooked, washes over you.
“Oh my god Mel, that smells so fucking good, if it smells that good, I can’t imagine how it’s gonna taste!” You exclaim as you wiggle a little with excitement.
The redhead watches you with a huge smile on her face. “I don’t think you know how cute you are.” She says with a chuckle. She walks towards you and pulls you in for a hug and then kisses you with slow burning passion.
She walks arm in arm with you into the kitchen. She takes out a knife and starts cutting into the lasagna.
“Where are your plates and utensils? I’ll set the table while you’re cutting the lasagna.” You say as you put your hand on the small of her back.
“The plates are in the cabinets to the left of the sink and the utensils are in the drawer to the right of the sink.” She instructs while still focusing on the lasagna.
You grab two plates and a knife and fork for you both. You set the plates down and put the knife on the left of the plate and the fork on the right. You grab a napkin and set it at her place and grab a few for yourself.
“Let me get the drinks too gorgeous. Where are the glasses and what do you want to drink?” You say as you lean on the island admiring how focused she is on dinner.
“I bought some wine at the store today, it’s on the counter by the fridge. And then the wine glasses are in the cabinet next to the plate cabinet.” She says as she finishes up with the lasagna.
You grab the glasses and find the wine and open it, thankfully it’s a screw off top. And pour hers first, and then walk it over to her, she’s put one slice on your plate and one on hers and she’s patiently waiting for you at the table. Looking at you with desire with those emerald eyes of hers but you also detect an ounce of shock in them as well.
“For you my gorgeous and amazing chef. Thank you for making this delicious dinner for us.” You say softly in her ear and then you kiss her head.
Once you are seated and ready to eat, you lift your glass. “To our first date, May it be better than either of us could ever imagined and a memory we cherish forever. Cheers!” You say with a smile and you clink glasses with Mel.
“Cheers, pretty girl!” She says to you mirroring your smile. “So this is my Nonna’s lasagna, and we used to have it for special occasions when I was a kid, and I consider this a very special occasion so of course I had to make it for tonight.” She says softly.
You put your hand on her thigh and squeezed it in appreciation.
You start cutting your lasagna and then blow on it before excitedly shoving it into your mouth. An explosion of flavors dances in your mouth, you might physically be in Philly right now but your mouth is frolicking through Italy currently. You can’t help but moan a little. It's so goddamn good!
Melissa gets this huge grin on her face. “See, I’m already making you moan.” She teases you.
“Shut up!” You exclaim playfully hitting her arm. “I will have to personally thank Nonna herself! You’ve seriously outdone yourself Mel, this is incredible! Top 5 meals I’ve ever had hands down.” You say beaming at her.
“I’m so glad you like it!” She says excitedly.
You focus on eating the delicious meal when you feel her looking at you. “You’re staring at me miss! Eat your dinner before it gets cold.” You tease her.
“You are always surprising me (Y/N) and tonight is no exception. Joe and I were married for 12 years and I can count on one hand how many times he helped me with dinner in any capacity. And of course there’s Gary and other guys who were never anything I considered serious but were around for months at a time and they didn’t lift a damn finger when we ate together. And then you walk in on night one, first date, and you jump right in and get everything ready while I’m finishing up with the food. And it’s mind blowing to me because this gorgeous little 29 year old girl is showing me how I should’ve been treated this whole damn time and I didn’t even have to ask you! What did I do to deserve you?” She says softly with a look of astonishment.
You wipe your mouth and then get up and sit on her lap and wrap your arms around her neck and lean your head against hers.
“First of all, every one of those guys were idiots. And I’m sorry that they didn’t help you, that is such a low bar and for them not to meet it is honestly pathetic on their part. We are a team and I want to make your life easier and if I know I can do something to achieve that, you better believe I’m doing it. You were right that this is how you deserve to be treated, and as long as you keep me around I’ll always treat you like the queen you are, gorgeous girl.” You say as you caress her cheek and gaze adoringly into her eyes.
She pulls you in for a kiss that’s long and slow and you feel yourself ache for her. Somehow her hands find their way to your torso and begin to go under your shirt, she looks to you for permission and you nod. She slowly glides her hands slowly over your stomach as if she’s trying to memorize what every inch of you feels like. You can’t help but shudder and hiss from her intoxicating touch.
“You’re being such a good girl.” She says in your ear in her deep husky voice.
And that just makes you stop breathing because you can’t believe this is actually happening.
While her hands are exploring your body, you make yourself busy by gently kissing her neck. And then you go from kissing to nibbling which produces a deep gorgeous moan from the redhead.
“Now who’s being the good girl?” You ask seductively in her ear.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She instructs you.
You pull her in for a heated desperate kiss that both makes you moan. You then get up from her lap and walk towards the bedroom a little and then you turn and you make sure you have her full attention and then proceed to take off your shirt and dramatically toss it to the floor.
Melissa is now looking at you like she’s the lioness and you’re the cute little antelope she wants to devour. She comes at you so fast and before you understand what is happening she is pushing you against the hallway wall and is kissing you with such desire, teeth knocking, tongues clashing, she’s biting your lips, hands tangled in your hair making sure that your bodies are grinding on each other. She pulls you away from the wall and in one motion has somehow undone your bra clasps and is throwing your bra to the floor.
You gently push her away and then take her chin gently and lock eyes. “You better start stripping off your clothes baby girl.” You say in a low seductive voice.
She practically drags you into the bedroom. You both rip off the clothes that y’all are wearing. This is the first time you are seeing Mel in all her naked glory.
“Get the fuck on the bed.” You whisper to her.
“But I was supposed to…” She says and before she can finish you place two fingers on her lips.
“That wasn’t a suggestion. I promise you will get your turn to have your way with me. But you always put everyone else before yourself and tonight and moving forward that’s not going to happen. What you don’t seem to understand is that you are a literal goddess and you should always be treated as such. Your body needs to be worshiped. Let me worship your body Mel and please you in ways you didn’t know were possible.” You say softly to her.
You move close to her and with your hand you gently glide your fingers through her folds and lightly graze upwards to her stomach and finding its way to her luscious breast, over her nipple, and all the way up her neck until you finish with caressing her cheek. She looks at you astonished and speechless.
“Now be a good girl and get on the bed.” You say to her softly.
She nods and gets on the bed. Once she seems comfortable you get on and you start kissing her slow and soft, you can feel her desire to have you please her radiating off of every kiss. You start with her neck and you kiss every inch of her. When you get down to her breasts you spend extra time and attention on them. You lick her nipples softly at first and then you’re sucking them and then you are gently biting them, you feel her shudders, and hear her moans and praises “Fuck (Y/N)!, Yes keep going baby, You’re doing so good!”.
You know that she’s self conscious about her stomach but you need her to know that you think that every part of her is perfect. So you are gentle and kiss and trace and softly remind her of how beautiful you think she is.
Then you are at her legs, you kiss and graze your fingers along them as well as her feet. And then you turn your attention to her pussy, you’re about to do the thing that you’ve been fantasizing about for months. You slowly and barely graze your hands over it.
“(Y/N) please I need to feel you! I need you inside of me.” She says in frustration.
And that’s all you need to hear, you slide your fingers through her folds as you start gliding up and down with some pressure. She’s already glistening with her beautiful wetness.
“You’re already so wet for me baby. You’re doing such a great job.” You praise her as you look at her with a big smile.
You quickly find her clit and you start rubbing it slowly because you don’t want her to cum just yet. She’s practically levitating off the bed with how much she’s shaking and her moans and praise have only gotten louder. You slip your fingers into her and oh my god is she tight. You can tell that she’s about to hit that orgasmic high. You pump your fingers in and out at a good pace, not too fast but not too slow. She’s growing tighter and tighter around your fingers. You get down and put your mouth on her clit and lick her clit while you keep pumping and what feels to be a matter of seconds she screams out and a wave of cum comes flowing right into your mouth and oh my god does she taste amazing! You slow down your fingers and you watch her ride that high and you can’t believe how lucky you are to get to please her like this. When you know that she’s come down, you slowly remove your fingers.
You crawl up and lay down next to her and take her in your arms as she tries to catch her breath. “I want you to taste how delicious you are.” You whisper and then you softly kiss her. “I need you to know that you are so beautiful and seeing you in your orgasmic bliss makes me feel like the luckiest girl that I get to please you and get you to that gorgeous state. You really are my goddess Mel, forever and always.” You say softly to her as you stroke her hair.
“I can’t believe that I have you, what you just did to me was mind blowing. And this is coming from decades and decades of sex. The way you know my body and this just being the first time is unbelievable. You’ve wrecked me y’know, I will need those magic fingers and that gorgeous mouth of yours for the rest of my life.” She says as she gazes up at you in pure awe.
“I will happily be all yours for the rest of your life.” You say and then kiss her forehead.
“You mean it?” She asks quietly and you can see the vulnerability in her eyes.
You nod and then kiss her gently.
Then she rallies and you better believe delivers in full of getting you to that orgasmic bliss.
When you have come down from your high and caught your breath. You’re entangled in each other, not knowing where you start and she ends. You know that you would be so damn happy if laying with her like this is what the rest of your future held.
“You know what I just thought of?” You ask her with a mischievous smile.
“Do I want to know?” She teases you.
“I just realized that you’re my little florist girlfriend now.” You say and then you can’t help but giggle.
“Shut up!” She exclaims and playfully hits you.
“What?! I just speak the truth!” You tease.
“What am I going to do with you?” She asks with a big smirk.
“Lay with me like this every night.” You say with a smile.
“I think I can do that.” She says and then she yawns.
“Get some sleep and have sweet dreams my gorgeous girl.” You whisper softly and kiss her on her head.
And then you drift off to sleep yourself being held by the woman who has definitely stolen your heart.
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Hey! I’m new to the daredevil fandom and have been loooooving your Matt fics <3
I saw a few fics where reader taking care of a sick and stubborn Matt, they are so fluffy and cute🥹 Would you write one that the roles are reversed, and it’s Matt being super patience and tender, taking care of a sick and stubborn reader? Thanks💕💕
Hello my lovely! Thank you for sending in this ask! I’m gonna be honest, this was harder than I thought it was going to be. Either that or I’m just kinda sucking at the moment 🤣 I hope I did justice to your ask and since it took me so long to do, I tried to make up for it with a moodboard. I’m so sorry it took me so long.
Best Laid Plans
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader
Warnings: Pure fluff, Matt taking care of a sick reader
Word Count: 2.4K-ish
“What about this one?” Your friend asked, holding up a black cocktail dress.
You and your friend had been out shopping for hours it seemed like, trying to find the perfect dress to wear to your anniversary dinner with Matt.
Looking up from the rack of dresses you were going through, you glanced at the one she was holding up. It was a beautiful sheath dress, sheer mesh at the neck and shoulders and dipped down in a V-shape on the back. The dress was very vintage inspired, with short sleeves and it hit right at the knees. It was perfect.
“Get out here, lemme see it on you!” You friend shouted from outside the dressing room door.
You opened the door and stepped out in front of the three way mirror. A wide smile spread across your face as you turned in one direction and then the other to get the full effect. The dress fit perfectly and it made you feel really beautiful. The dress wasn’t for Matt, it was for you.
“I really like it!” You exclaimed looking at your friend in the reflection of the mirror. She was smiling right back at you because you had been on the hunt for a while now to find a dress for your special night out.
Your friend clapped her hands together and with a smile said “Well I think you found what you’ve been looking for! Well, technically I found it.” She chuckled a little. “But you look so pretty and you’re gonna have an amazing time.”
You turned around and gave her a big hug. “Thank you! Now let’s go find new shoes!”
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Matt wasn’t a really fancy restaurant kinda guy. He was more of a Thai food take out, eat it with a plastic fork kinda guy but he loved you and wanted your anniversary dinner to be special.
So the reservations were made, your dress was freshly steamed, accessories were picked out, and you also bought new shoes. Everything was all ready to go, you just had to wait a few more days.
Before going to bed the night before your big date, you were feeling a little nauseous and chills ran up and down your spine and not in the good way. “It’s probably just nerves.” You said to yourself as you curled up in bed to read your book.
Your phone started buzzing, Matt’s smiling face staring at you along with his name flashed across the screen, it always put a smile on your face seeing that.
“Hi Matty.” You answered.
“Hey sweetheart. I didn’t wake you, did I?” He asked in his low gravelly voice, almost at a whisper.
“No, no you didn’t wake me. I was just getting ready to do some reading. Are you heading out soon?” You asked.
You knew Matt’s secret, of course you did. He could only hide it from you for so long, the bruises, the cuts, the stitches. There’s no way he fell down the stairs THAT often.
“Yeah, I am but I just wanted to say goodnight and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” He said.
“I’m excited to see you too, Matty. Goodnight.”
You could tell he was smiling on the other end. “Goodnight, angel. I love you.”
“I love you too.” And you hung up.
That nauseous feeling still sat in the pit of your stomach, it kept turning and turning like a washing machine. Why is this happening now? Hopefully you’ll feel better tomorrow.
By the time the sun came up the next day, you had lost count of how many times you threw the blankets on and off of your body during the night.
The sweat on the back of your neck had made your hair wet and your t-shirt was soaked through. In between fever dreams, you had hugged the toilet bowl a couple of times, as well. You were sick.
And now you had to tell Matt that all of your plans were ruined because there was no way you were going to be well enough to go out to dinner later, you could barely stand up.
He picked up on the second ring. “Good morning, sweetheart. Happy anniversary.”
“Matty…” Your voice was raspy, your throat was dry and it hurt to speak.
“Y/n, are you ok? You sound terrible.” His voice was full of concern.
“Matty—I—I am so sorry but I’m sick and I’m not going to be able to go out tonight. I feel terrible.” You said with a slight whine in your voice.
Matt played back your relationship in the past year and he couldn’t recall a single time where you had been THAT sick before. A headache here and there, a slight cold a couple of times but never like this.
“Well let me come take care of you, sweetheart.” He said.
You really didn’t want him to catch what you have in case you were contagious so you insisted he stay away. “No, no Matty don’t do that. I don’t want you to catch what I have.”
“Well I’m coming over now, you can’t stop me.” He had a stern tone to his voice.
But you had a response of your own. “Well, I’m not letting you in then.”
“I have an extra key, angel. Nice try.” Even though you couldn’t see him, you could tell he had that devilish smirk on his face.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, Murdock. I know you’re doing it!”
He let out a little chuckle. “Awwww, does someone get angry when they’re sick?”
“Very funny, Matthew. You don’t really know where a lot of stuff is in my apartment, how are you gonna take care of me?” You thought maybe you had him there.
Matt had thought of that. “I’ll just bring stuff from my apartment, it’s all labeled so I know what’s what. I’m sure I’ll manage to find the other things I need for you.”
Damn. You really didn’t have an excuse for him NOT to come over now.
“You win, Murdock.” You said with a defeated tone to your voice. “I’ll unlock the door, just come in when you get here.”
“I’ll bring the key anyway, you may ‘conveniently forget’ to unlock it.” He said.
Your mouth dropped, but he wasn’t wrong. “I resent that, Matthew!”
The laugh that escaped his lips was pure. “Ok, ok—just stay in bed, I’ll be over in a little bit.”
Even though Matt was blind, you still felt the need to clean up your apartment a little before he came over. You made sure there wasn’t anything on the floor that he could step on or trip over and you had just finished cleaning up when he walked through the door, a bag of supplies in one hand and his cane in the other.
“I can feel the heat coming off of your body from here, sweetheart. What are you doing out of bed?” He asked, setting the bag down then folding his cane to put it away.
You needed a quick answer so you just blurted out “Uh, I JUST got up to make some tea, Matty.”
You tried to sound convincing but Matt knew you were lying. The spike in your heart beat gave away your lie and your pulse was already racing from the running around you were doing to put stuff away before he came over.
“Oh really? Do you always breathe that heavily when you JUST get up to make tea?” He asked sarcastically.
Busted.
“Maybe I do.” You answered his sarcasm with some sass of your own.
Matt shook his head and licked his lips. “Y/n.”
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and put his hands on his hips. The way he said your name had a similar tone to the way he spoke during his court speeches (he practiced on you sometimes.) It sounded stern and slightly aggravated. “Do I physically have to put you in bed?”
“I mean, I won’t say no to that.” You said with a wide grin.
Matt smiled, showing off that cute little dimple of his. “Oh you’re gonna give me a hard time today, aren’t you angel.”
And you did give him a hard time, not on purpose but the fever caused you to act a little strange. There were times you were hot and times where you felt cold and Matt would have to physically fight you to put the blanket on or take it off.
It was difficult to get comfortable, your pillow wasn’t cool enough, the toast he made for you was a LITTLE too well done for your taste so you only ate a little of it, and drank only half of the tea he brought you.
“Sweetheart, you need to stay hydrated. Can you please finish your tea?” He begged.
You were pouting. “But I don’t wanna finish my tea—I want something else.” You told him, almost as if you were throwing a slight temper tantrum.
The frustration was plastered all over Matt’s face, the way he pressed his lips together and removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. He was trying to be patient with you but his patience was wearing very thin.
“Ok, well what do you want then?” He asked, his arms slung down by his sides.
You started to get out of bed again. “There’s Gatorade in the fridge, I’ll just go get it.”
“What did I tell you about staying in bed?” He held up a hand to try and stop you from leaving the room.
“Thaaaaaat you’ll physically put me there if I keep getting up?” You said with a sly smile on your face.
“I can tell you’re smiling, y/n. This isn’t funny. You’re not going to get better if you don’t get some rest.” His voice had a serious tone to it. “Why are you giving me such a hard time, sweetheart? I just want to help you get better.”
Maybe you had been giving Matt a hard time, maybe you were taking your frustration out on him because your anniversary dinner was ruined because of you, through no fault of your own but you still felt bad. You felt guilty for him having to take care of you, a grown adult acting like a toddler.
“I’m sorry, Matty. I guess I’m mad because instead of enjoying our anniversary dinner, you’re stuck taking care your sick girlfriend.” You confessed as you climbed back into bed.
Matt’s expression changed, it was softer, more understanding as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Y/n, this is the longest relationship I’ve ever had. I’ve made it through a whole year without messing things up and I think it’s only because YOU are so understanding. This past year has taught me that I can make my city safer AND be happy at the same time.”
It wasn’t easy juggling a law office, a girlfriend, and being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. The two of you have had more than a few fights about his extracurricular activities but at the end of the day the person that understood you the best was Matt and the person that understood him the best was you.
Tears welled up in your eyes. “You always know exactly what to say, don’t you Matthew.”
Matt let out a little chuckle. “Well, maybe not always.” He reached out to touch your forehead. “You’re not as warm as you were earlier. Maybe your fever broke. I’ll go get the thermometer.”
You watched as Matt got up to retrieve the thermometer from the other room and it was hard not to smile. Who knows if you were contagious and yet he rushed over to take care of you anyway, to make you feel better, and to make sure you weren’t alone.
It didn’t matter to him that you weren’t going to be able to go out tonight. What he cared about the most was you getting better and it’s one of the things you love the most about Matt. He really does care a lot about the people in his life, so much in fact he thinks he needs to push them away in order to keep them safe.
He couldn’t push you away though, and it’s not like he didn’t try to early on. You pushed back, didn’t let up, and the two of you were able to work through it.
He came back to the bedroom with the thermometer and the Gatorade that was in the fridge. “I think that’s the Gatorade.” He said, handing it to you. “Alright, sweetheart. Under the tongue, come on.”
Matt placed the thermometer in your mouth and you both waited. When it beeped, you took it out to read it.
“Tell me what it says y/n and don’t even think about lying to me because I’ll know.” He said with a sharp tone.
You rolled your eyes a little before telling him. “Yeah, yeah I know, Matty, you’re a human lie detector, I’ve already lost that game today. It says…99.4”
Taking the thermometer from you and placing it on the nightstand, he smiled at you and he knew you were smiling back. He leaned in to kiss you on the forehead and said “Do you think you could take a little nap for me? Maybe that will help bring your temperature back to normal.”
You curled up under the blankets and Matt gently brushed the hair away from your face. His fingers ghosted your forehead down your cheek before stopping to rest on your arm.
He gave you a warm smile but his eyes were tired and you knew it was because of you his energy was depleted. You put him through the ringer today with your antics but he never left.
“I think I can do that for you, handsome.” You paused. “Will you stay with me though?” You asked.
“Of course I will, angel. And we’ll do a make-up anniversary dinner next week, ok?” He said as he climbed into bed next to you.
“You got yourself a date, Murdock.” You said, resting your head on his chest. “Thank you for taking care of me today, I know I didn’t make it easy for you.”
He inhaled sharply and let out a long exhale. “No, you sure didn’t, y/n.”
“Can I make it up to you?” You asked.
Matt kissed the top of your head and pondered for a minute before finally saying “Yes sweetheart…you can go…to…sleep.”
Smiling into his chest, you closed your eyes, and whispered “Happy anniversary, Matty.”
“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
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Chapter 15 - Jason’s First Time
”Percy?”
”Yeah?”
”I really need to study.”
Percy pouted. “I’m not even doing anything.”
Annabeth lowered her book and raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, because this isn’t distracting at all.”
Percy lifted himself off of her lap where he’d been laying, fiddling with the holes in her jeans. “You find me distracting?”
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “You know I love you-“
“Duh,” Percy said.
“-But I have to finish this book by tonight and then write up my analysis. I can’t afford distractions right now.”
“Fine, I’ll stop being ‘distracting’. You won’t even notice I’m here.”
That lasted all of about two minutes. After which Percy began playing with Annabeth’s hair. She sighed loudly.
“Why don’t you go bother Jason?” she suggested.
Percy sat up again. “But isn’t he doing this same assignment?”
“Percy.”
“Okay, okay. Geez. Will I at least see you for supper?”
Annabeth set her book down. “What time is that again?”
“Piper said six.”
Annabeth nodded. “I’ll be there.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then returned to her reading.
Sure enough, when Percy entered his dorm he found Jason lying in bed holding the same book Annabeth had been reading. His lips moved silently over the words he was reading, like he didn’t understand them. As Percy watched, he scrunched up his nose in a look of annoyance.
Percy climbed onto Jason’s bed and laid down on top of him, causing his boyfriend to laugh. “I thought you were hanging out with Annabeth this afternoon?”
Percy’s voice was muffled by Jason’s shirt. “She kicked me out for being too distracting,” Percy said, raising his arms and making air quotes around the word.
Jason reached down and ruffled Percy’s hair. “Well,” he said, “You can be distracting here, I guess.”
“Gee, thanks.” Percy grumbled good naturedly, climbing up Jason’s body, flopping down on top of him again, and tucking his nose into the curve of Jason’s neck.
They lay like that for a while, Jason reading and Percy listening to him breathe. Percy really tried not to be distracting, but all he could think about was how good Jason smelled. His hair was wet and he’d obviously just showered. His cologne smelled like something woodsy - pine, maybe? Percy thought it suited him. It fit the whole ‘raised by literal wolves’ thing he had going on.
Without thinking, Percy turned his head and pressed his mouth against the side of Jason’s neck, and his boyfriend went suddenly stiff.
“Is that too disruptive?”
But Jason shook his head. “No, it’s okay. Go ahead.”
Percy blinked. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Jason smiled. “I’m just gonna keep reading, okay?”
“Okay,” Percy agreed, nodding. He went back to kissing Jason’s neck.
It wasn't as if they hadn't made out before, and yet Percy felt an inexplicable excitement. Occasionally Jason would run his fingers through Percy's hair, sending little shivers down his spine so that he had to fight hard not to squirm embarrassingly. At one point Jason's breath hitched as Percy's teeth grazed his ear, but he went back to reading like nothing had happened, and Percy wondered if he'd imagined it.
Percy worked his way down, taking his time and lingering over the spot just under Jason's jawline, the dip of his clavicle, the curve of his collar bone. When he reached the collar of Jason's shirt, Percy hesitated only the briefest moment before unzipping it further. He was wearing one of those work out type tops that had a turtle neck and a zipper that could be undone to make a deep V-neck, one that ended right between his pecs. Percy pulled the zipper as far as it would go, and when his tongue traced the curve of his boyfriend's muscular chest, Jason gasped and lurched upwards against Percy for just an instant. It was enough, though, that Percy knew this time he definitely hadn't imagined it. Percy bit his lip against a smile.
Jason cleared his throat. "Um, would it be easier if I just... took this off?" He gestured at his torso with the hand not holding the textbook.
Percy lifted his head and smiled innocently. "That would be great."
"You'll have to get off me for a minute then."
Percy stuck out his bottom lip in a pout, but rose to his knees anyway. Jason held out his book and Percy took it, careful to keep it open at the correct page. Then he watched, practically drooling, as Jason did a half sit-up, grabbed the back of his shirt, and pulled it over his head.
Gods, he was so hot. Like, lead singer of a boyband with a trillion shrieking fangirls hot.
Jason leaned back on his elbows, and it took Percy a minute to realize he had one hand out for his book. "Are you gonna come here?" he asked, a slight lilt of teasing in his voice.
Percy swallowed hard. "Yeah, sorry." He handed the book back, and as Jason reclined onto his pillow again, he settled himself too. Only this time, instead of laying directly on top of Jason, Percy backed up just a little and lay down so that his hips were resting on the bed between Jason's thighs and his shoulders were at the perfect height to wrap both arms around Jason's waist - which he did.
Percy went back to what he'd been doing, his stomach twisting itself into curling knots of... he wasn't sure what, exactly. Anxiety? Anticipation? Something that was equal parts pleasant and nerve-wracking. Jason slid one foot up, his knee bending and then coming to rest against Percy's hip. And then, as Percy's mouth moved lower on Jason's torso, down to his abs, Percy felt something hard pressing into his stomach through Jason's jeans and his own shirt. It made his heart race even faster.
He glanced up, but Jason's eyes were still fixed firmly on the book he held open above his face. His breathing betrayed him though, chest rising and falling as rapidly as Percy felt his own doing. It made him feel bolder, and so he lowered his head again and pressed a trail of kisses against Jason's skin right down the middle of his stomach, all the way to the waistband of his jeans. Percy stopped there, lifting his head again.
"Jason?" he murmured, softer than the last time.
"Yes?" Jason responded, voice wobbly and just as quiet.
"Can I take these off too?" Percy hooked one finger through a beltloop and gave a gentle tug.
Jason took one quavering breath. "Yeah."
Heart slamming around madly inside his chest like it was trying to escape, Percy propped himself up on his elbows and used both hands to undo the button and zipper of Jason's jeans, and then to pull them and his boxers down past his hips. Jason's erection suddenly seemed to take up Percy's entire field of vision, and when he wrapped on hand almost reverently around it, Jason twitched beneath him.
"Gods," Percy breathed, all other words failing him. He stroked his hand slowly up and down the length of Jason's cock, wondering at the feel of him. He rubbed his thumb once over the tip, and Jason arched his back and swore.
Eyes still fixed on his hand, Percy said "I want to kiss you here too, is that okay?"
Jason gave a ragged laugh. "More than okay."
And so Percy lowered his head once more, wrapping his lips around Jason's cock. Jason's back arched again, pushing his length deeper into Percy's mouth, and Percy was pretty sure they both loved that. He went slowly at first, never having done this before, bobbing his head up and down. Jason groaned, and Percy released him to drag his tongue from base to tip. He was trying to remember what Annabeth usually did that he liked, because he wanted Jason to enjoy this a much as he himself was.
As his confidence grew, Percy took more and moved faster, trying to use his hand in tandem with his mouth. It wasn't long before Jason dropped the book and twisted his fingers into Percy's hair instead, head thrown back so that when Percy looked up, all he could see was the sharp line of Jason's jaw from below.
"Fuck," Jason gasped, pushing Percy's head back down in what Percy knew was probably less a conscious decision than an instinctive reaction. Percy had felt that way before, he knew how hard it was to resist doing.
And then Jason's fingers curled into a fist at the back of Percy's head, the pull on his hair such an incredible sensation that his vision blacked out for a minute.
When he could think again, Percy returned to sucking and licking and all of the other things he could remember Annabeth doing. Jason's breaths grew shallower, and it occurred to Percy that he'd never actually considered what doing this would mean. He'd daydreamed about this part, yes, but never thought about what he would do when Jason came. Would he let go? He could swallow it, but Annabeth had told him once that was kind of hard to do without your gag reflex acting up. He knew it was silly and Jason probably wouldn't care, but he still didn't want to embarrass himself. He wanted to do this right.
A shudder worked its way down Jason's entire body. "Percy-" he choked out.
In barely an instant Percy knew exactly what Annabeth meant about the gag reflex - Jason's cum shot directly at the back of his throat, and it wasn't the most comfortable feeling. But Percy took it all, the tang lingering on his tongue when he let Jason's cock fall out of his mouth. He was actually really proud of himself; he thought he'd done rather well.
Jason was panting, arms limp at his sides. "Gods," he breathed. "That was..." He trailed off, apparently unable to articulate what exactly that had been.
"Are you okay?"
Jason laughed the same ragged laugh from before. "I'm great, Percy. Really great."
#percy jackson#jason grace#jercy#pjo hoo toa#pjo fandom#bisexual percy jackson#gay seggs#first time#annabeth chase
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❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜ - for a pair of open graves :3
This one was extremely fun to write, thank you <3333 I'm too excited not to post it right away so if there are some spelling/grammar issues I missed I apologize. :3
Edit: Post with prompts here - feel free to send more! ^^
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Johnny Silverhand didn’t get tied down, and if there were handcuffs he was always the one in charge. But if there was one advantage to being reduced to borrowing a new body every week it was that he didn’t really have a reputation to worry about. So it didn’t matter if he let V cuff him to the headboard to have her wicked way, especially since he knew he could count on her to take care of all the work.
Like right now, when she had her mouth wrapped around him, fingers digging into his thighs to keep him from accomplishing anything more than a half inch of freedom. He could maybe admit that there was something to the whole idea besides just throwing V a bone.
“Finally got what you wanted, huh?” he muttered, frustrated by the way she was teasing him with the tip of her tongue. “Having total fucking control.”
There was a glint in her eye that meant he’d stepped in one of her stupid pedantic traps, and he instantly regretted opening his mouth. Answering him meant stopping what she was doing, which she did with an awful smile, leaving him entirely untouched as she instead leaned in to kiss him. She took her sweet time settling in, spreading his legs a little wider as she put her weight down onto her elbows.
“And what do you want?” she asked, in the voice she used exclusively for headfuckery.
“What, ain’t it obvious?” He ground his hips against her. “Did you get hit in the head? Forget how this works?”
She rested her forehead against his. “Am I supposed to guess? What if what you want is to stay here like this while I go find someone else to fuck in front of you?”
“Do I get to pick who?” He asked, and then tried to stop her from moving before he remembered the cuffs. She was halfway off the bed before he could think of what to do. “Hey, it’s a joke!”
She paused, one hand still on the bed. Mercifully she wasn’t in one of her moods, although he didn’t like the faintly smug corpo bitch smile she had either. “What do you want, Johnny?”
“This some kind of game?”
“No.”
“Jesus, V–“ He pulled at the cuffs again, but she’d been so annoying about the promise to let him out whenever he wanted that he wasn’t going to let her hold that over him. And she was still looking at him like she wanted to get her hands back on him, so– “You know what I want, so why are you asking?”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Say what?” He relaxed as she sat back down where he could hook his ankle around one of her knees. “That I want to fuck? Feels like you already got that memo, did you tie me down just to talk at me?”
V was on him in a heartbeat, like he’d known she would be, and if she still wasn’t really touching him at least he had the pressure of her hips. She also had her chrome hand around his throat, with just enough weight to make it hard to swallow. Her voice was low and soft. “I wanted to hear you say it.”
His cock twitched, involuntarily, and she looked so smug he could only just imagine how satisfying it would be to flip her over on her back and show her exactly what she wanted. “What I want is to see you riding my cock.”
“Are you sure?” She tilted her head.
“Pretty fucking sure, yeah.”
“Convince me,” she said, and then smiled in a way that got his heart pumping, like he’d got caught out in the open with someone holding a gun on him. Before he could recover she had her hand back down in between them, provoking him with the barest amount of attention.
“Fucking–“ His voice cut out under the brief press of her hand on his windpipe, and then in a sputter of frustration as she picked up the pace of her other hand. She was touching him so lightly it was like nothing at all, but the tempo was starting to unravel him anyway. “Christ, what do you want me to say? Fuck–“ There was the pressure again, that left him gasping a little, desperate for him to just fucking touch him. “You want me to say please?”
“I want to know what you want.”
“Fuck me,” he groaned, half curse half demand. “Please. Pretty please. Pretty fucking please with–“
He forgot whatever it was he had been about to say the moment he felt her shifting her weight, straddling one of his legs. She pressed her clit up against the head of his cock, rubbing gently against him until he found the angle to grind up against her, using her hand as a guide. Her mouth fell a little open, and he finally had the satisfaction of seeing her losing a bit of control. For a few moments he had her paralyzed just with that, a little friction he sorely wished he could feel in stereo.
“Fuck, V.”
She smiled again– this one genuine and a little embarrassed, which changed as she shifted again to line herself up to sink down on top of him. Somehow she managed to glide all the way down in one motion until he could feel the wet heat hit the base of his cock. He leaned his head back to savor the moment without having to look at her expression, and V released her grip on his throat, fingers tracing delicately along his neck and collarbone, responding to the grind of his hips with a clench strong enough to make his toes curl.
And finally, she walked back down on her elbows, mouth covering his as she started to move her hips in time with his own. “You know Johnny, I think begging is a good look for you.”
He exhaled into her mouth, kissing her softly. “Don’t get used to it.”
#ask meme#a pair of open graves#johnny silverhand#valentine#silverv#they take turns bullying each other but johnny is always in his head about it#hope that's as funny to read as it is to write lmao#anyway you ever think about how v and johnny being together feels like the good kind of being alone#no? well it's just smut please enjoy :3#ask game
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Pokéask Star Sending - Wishlists
The time of year for Star Sending. A time for giving, love and appreciation, and for Pokémon to come together and celebrate their communities.
Somewhere in the Paldea region, a Sprigatito and Espeon read notice about their first Star Sending Celebration. The latter declines making their own list, whereas the young kitten appears ecstatic to write out such a list. Cyrus offers to help him write his Wishlist, but he declines. Prince tries to keep his excited smile, but does a poor job hiding a bit of nervousness.
Prince: "I, um, wanna write it for myself...! Just to keep it a surprise, that's all!"
Prince's list of "gifts" he would like:
To be able to talk with my siblings and cousins more.
To see Mx. Cyrus and Miss Maria smile together again.
Another super special crown I can give to someone important to me.
For my parents to take a break and talk to me more.
To have someone I can play games with whenever I want.
Elsewhere in Paldea, another pair sit down to write a list- an elder Decidueye and a younger Vaporeon...
Decidueye: "Come dear, doesn't this sound like a wonderful idea?"
The Vaporeon peers over at the list of instructions for a moment. She smiles after bit, before finally shaking her head.
Vaporeon: "Grandma...! I do not have time for something like this. We need to make sure everything is in order..."
D: "That's quite alright! We may spend but a few minutes. Surely there is something you would want, or perhaps-"
The Vaporeon shakes her head again, adjusting a pair of glasses on her face.
V: "N-no. Strangers need not spend time finding something for me. Besides, there is not anything I want. Maybe we can ask the others when they arrive. In the meantime, you should just write your own."
She huffs and storms off. The Decidueye sighs. Grabbing a piece of parchment paper, the elder bird begins writing:
"Dear Sending Spirit,
I hope this letter finds you well! I was very thrilled to hear about this celebration. My granddaughter seemed excited at first as well, but the idea of writing to you seemed a bit too daunting. I think she would absolutely adore this, though. To whomever receives this letter, please consider this our Wishlist.
One thing I think my granddaughter would love is to receive a new tea set (1)! She enjoys serving us tea, but our current set is a bit old. A new set and a few tea samples to go with it for us to try would go a long way in her heart.
Another thing that may make my granddaughter happy is a set of Evolutionary Stones (2). She sometimes talks about wanting such a collection. I know that might be a bit of a tall ask, but finding one of every stone that exists (I think there are ten?) would be exciting for her. Or even just a few! I believe she wishes to collect them all! Or study them. I'm not too certain what she would like them for, but she would enjoy them.
Finally, I think one of the most important things she would want is a friend she can have whenever she likes (3). I don't mean to ask such a thing from you directly, sender, but something she could have with her and play with like a friend- a plush or similar toy, for example. She would absolutely love such a thing.
To the Sending Spirit, thank you so much for this chance of celebration! And to the receiver of this list, all I ask is that you help my granddaughter have a wonderful Star Sending this year. Thank you very much!
Sincerely,
Madame S."
As the Decidueye sends off the letter with a smile, she glances back at the Vaporeon, who looks between several different selections of tea. She seems to struggle selecting one. As a portal opens to take the letter, the Decidueye joins her granddaughter in selecting their choice of tea.
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Yankee Rose | J.H.S | 0.5
Summary: Getting called back to Top Gun couldn't have come at a better time for Erica "Miami" Kazansky. This was her fourth time being called back to Top Gun, and the failing marriage made her as excited as ever to go back. As one chapter ends, another one begins, but the connotation of that statement is up to interpretation.
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Erica "Miami" Kazansky
Content warnings: Dogfight football, tension/angst, SMUT (in between the dividers, minors DNI) (low-key poorly written because I'm not used to writing smut in third person), Hangman realizes he has feelings, Payback and Fanboy are menaces (affectionate)
v. Slow Ride
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The sight of the sun beginning to rise over the shore was a pleasing one. To a certain extent, that is. Being rushed around base because Mav decided to mix things up wasn't exactly ideal. Arguably one of the most confusing texts that Erica had received was to the group chat at five in the morning, telling everyone to be at the beach by seven. It was such a Maverick text to send, especially because there was no explanation as to why he needed everyone at the beach.
"Today's exercise - dogfight football. Offense and defense at the same time. Pick your teams," Mav said. The team leaders were Rooster and Hangman, and everyone watched the two nearly tear each other apart over who was going to pick people first.
She ended up being on Rooster's team, and the game had been in full swing.
"Come on, Fanboy! You can do better!" She shouted. At that, Fanboy rushed over to her and tackled her to the ground for the ball. As much as Hangman tried to tell himself that it wasn't a big deal, that it was just a game, he couldn't help but walk over and help Erica up. The game continued after she let out a soft, "Thanks,". It ended for the most part when everyone tackled Hondo.
Hangman sat with Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote, watching in the distance as Erica sat with Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob. Nothing got past Coyote, because he chuckled and shook his head when he realized what Hangman was smiling about. They could all hear Erica laughing at something that someone had said.
"You like her. Admit it," Coyote said.
"Who?"
"Don't act stupid. Miami. You make it look like you hate her but things have been different since she told you off in the locker room."
"I don't want to talk about it," Hangman said, with a sigh. He didn't see Payback and Fanboy lock eyes and glance at Erica, who was standing in front of her group.
She was deep in conversation about a movie that she had watched the night before. Bob and Rooster saw Payback and Fanboy running in their direction, but chose not to say anything as Erica was whisked away in Payback's arms. Everyone was watching as he carried her into a deeper part of the ocean. They all came back laughing, but Hangman didn't look too amused.
"Dude, it's so obvious," Coyote said.
Cyclone was feeling nice enough to let them stay at the beach until lunch time. That was when they had to go back to base to fly around. Sure, it was a fun job, but the feeling that Erica felt when she got back was similar to a feeling that a kid would feel on the way back to school after a field trip. She had finished logging her time when Hangman walked over to her. The hangar had been mostly empty, because they were the last ones to fly.
"I need to talk to you," he said.
"Can it wait until we're both showered?"
"I don't think so. I know a place, no one's gonna know."
"That sounds like you're gonna murder me but okay, sure."
Walking around this part of base was a strange thing. She hadn't really been in the back hallways before. Definitely not long enough to remember the twists and turns of the hallways. It felt like an architect had thrown a bunch of random stuff on blueprints and hoped for the best. The hallways were like a maze. She almost ran right into Hangman when he stopped in front of a door to a storage closet and looked down the hallway. It wasn't long before he opened the door and gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her inside with him. He was as quiet as possible when he closed the door, and she was glad for that.
"So... What did you need to talk about?" She asked.
Hangman looked around the room for a few moments before grabbing Erica's hips and holding her against the door. She started to connect the dots at that point, but she waited for something more to happen. They were forehead to forehead when Hangman finally said something.
"I'm gonna do something really stupid."
There wasn't a moment to think before Hangman leaned down and kissed Erica. She was slightly stunned at first, but it wasn't long before things started to get heated. He had been smooth enough to unzip her flight suit without her really noticing. She was quick to unzip Hangman's flight suit and tug it down so that it was loosely hanging around his waist. He soon did the same, and tapped the back of her thighs as a signal for her to jump up.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said. Erica let out a heavy sigh when he started to place kisses up and down her neck. He quickly found her sweet spot, because of course he did. Things started to get more heated as his hands disappeared under her shirt and went over her breasts.
"Fuck it," she whispered. Soon enough, they were both standing in front of each other with their clothes in a pile on the floor. Hangman had her pressed against the wall once again, but she could really feel his hardened length against her core.
"I'll go slow," he said. The comment made her roll her eyes.
"Yeah, okay, whatever."
Moans and grunts were muffled by kisses and love bites. His pace was relentless as he got closer to his climax. Erica scratching up and down his back wasn't really helping, either. They finished together and Hangman gave her a minute before putting her down and grabbing what was hers out of the pile.
"Do I look like I just got fucked?" She asked. Hangman chuckled before saying no and opening the door to peer into the hallway. He sent her out of the room before waiting a few minutes to leave on his own.
"Where were you?" Phoenix asked as Erica walked into their room.
"Uh, the library. Why?"
"You went to the library right after training? Like you didn't shower or anything? Interesting."
Erica hid her face as she grabbed a clean set of clothes out of the closet and headed to the locker room. It was empty now, because mostly everyone showered right after flying. She was applying her deodorant when the door opened and Coyote walked in. They smiled at each other, but she was trying to suppress a giggle when he walked over to his locker.
The rest of the day went on, and it was well past lights out when everyone had been woken by the sound of the fire alarm. Apparently her usual sleep attire wasn't enough, because Payback took his shirt off and shoved it in her hands.
"What's this for?"
"Dude, admirals are coming and you're in a sports bra and shorts!"
"I get hot at night!"
"Oh, I bet you do."
It was a comment that Erica couldn't help but laugh at. As the admirals told them that it was just a drill and that they were cleared to go back to their rooms (and nowhere else), she was at the front of the group.
"Hey, man. Don't do shit like that," Hangman told Payback.
"You're making it way too obvious. Next thing you know, Bradshaw's gonna find out and have you dead. They're like siblings, y'know."
"Wow. Way to go, genius."
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hi!!! so i have been following your YouTube channel since (checks calender) 2018 so it's been a while, and I'm a huge fan, just a lil shy (you're so cool holy shit, your writing is mind blowing, aaaaaa), so ANYWAY the point of this ask is, body back sounds awesome, might i request some more vibes perhaps 👀👀👀
Omg hi!!!! I could cry to learn someone’s been watching my videos for so long 😭 thank you for all your support!! ❤️ when people think I’m cool it makes me v excited because I’m really just a little gremlin IRL! Happy you like my writing & appreciate all the engagement!
Of COURSE I can send more vibes for BB! First, here's just an excerpt because I'm about to go ham under the cut lol:
The pool he floats in belongs to a young couple. The man works real estate according to the signs Harrison’s seen of his face peppered around the neighbourhood. He’s wondered if that’s ever humiliating, to constantly see pixelated versions of yourself everywhere. But that doesn’t matter. His wife walks dogs in her free time, which means always. Last week, Harrison watched her jog with a vizsla, and just yesterday she spent the morning on their gable-roofed veranda brushing a wispy Alaskan malamute. That was the same veranda Harrison passed on his way to their yard’s fence. Perhaps they wanted someone to do what he did: hook his boot into the crisp rung of their gate, then swing right over. Why else would it have been so easy?
More in-depth BB rambles under here!
CW: drug addiction, mental illness, violence & suicide.
This project is taking over me right now, which might be a way of my brain procrastinating finishing Seventh Virtue (LOL), but I’ve learned to just lean into the hyperfixation so we’re here now!
I really felt drawn to write BB because of this extremely complex thing Harrison goes through in Moth Work that unbeknownst to 17-year-old Rachel who wrote it, she reaaaaaallllly relates to now at 21. I've been unable to stop thinking about this since re-reading MW, because I somehow profoundly represented this experience at 17 that I'm now undergoing at 21.
Harrison is supporting someone who needs a LOT of help (at this point in MW, Lonan’s been an addict for about 3 years, is chronically depressed, is in a constant disocciated state, has attempted suicide twice in less than a year). He feels responsible for this because he loves this person very much--he WANTS to help Lonan. But I don't think he realizes how much effort this will entail and that he himself doesn't have the sole power to "fix" anything. But he’s so young—how long can he handle this before he himself breaks?
The answer is: not long! One could say Harrison’s fatal flaw in MW is not wanting to change. He doesn’t WANT to leave Lonan behind because he doesn't WANT to lose him, he doesn’t WANT a relationship with his mom, Suzanna. At the same time, his life is at this tenuous impasse: things CANNOT sustainably continue in the state they're in, but he's terrified of them changing. And by the end of the book, both of those things happen—it’s his arc. The loose end is the prior point: he's terrified of change, but now the change has happened.
What I want to do in BB is take that loose end and light it on fire. I want to show what happens when that change happens. It's NECESSARY change, but in this moment, feels like the worst decision possible. BB is about the in-between space of being in a destructive relationship & eventually putting yourself first. For Harrison, the experience is extremely messy. He craves intimacy badly but has no idea how to love anyone but Lonan. He craves independence but is also scared of it: how do you start your own life when the last few years have been focused on someone else's?
In Moth Work, he creates the beginnings of a relationship with a man named Jeremiah (to be clear: H&L aren’t dating in MW, they never canonically actually date unlike how I make it sound LOL, only in the Seventh Virtue AU are they a couple!). Jeremiah is a really interesting character in Harrison's life because he represents something "normal." Here's when Harrison meets him in MW:
The motel is named after a dead woman—The Greta Arquette. Harrison discovers this while absently thumbing through a brochure at the empty front desk. The lobby is decorated with vintage clocks and floral wallpaper and it makes sense—the woman it’s dedicated to died at 92. He’s on page six when a young man with an earring and a hair pick appears behind the desk.
Harrison shuts the brochure and slots it back into the display. “Can I get a room?” he asks, already fumbling for his wallet.
“Long ride?”
The clerk—Jeremiah, according to his nametag—smiles. His skin glows amber under the lanterns hung from the ceiling, and his hair looks too good for 2AM. The collar of his uniform pastes underneath his sweater, and it’s almost charming, this unnoticed mistake.
Wait up for my video later today (3PM EST!!) where I literally in-depth analyze a couple scenes with Jeremiah (since I talk more about this there), but essentially, Harrison gets a small taste of what it might be like to be a "typical" 21-year-old here. It entails dancing with people you think are cute, enjoying each other's company without doing anything at all, going to breakfast, etc... All things he and Lonan have never done.
In BB, I want to show the breakdown of this "normal" relationship as Harrison more and more self-destructs to self-preserve. He literally cannot handle this change he's incited--who is he at all without Lonan? He doesn't know, and he can't handle that he doesn't know, so he "goes bad." There's brief mentions of this turn in Feeding Habits where Harrison addresses he was a bit of a disaster when he and his mother lived in Las Vegas, which is why his main goal in FH is to "restart" in NYC (and it's why he also gets destructive again in NYC when his second reboot fails).
I always knew elements of what happened to Harrison in Las Vegas, but didn't know the extent. In FH, the only element we're certain of is when he runs into the same woman Lonan runs into in ch. 6 of Moth Work. He essentially ends up being beat up badly, which for him (mostly his mother, Suz) is the last straw and what makes them pack up to NY.
It was only later, when he stumbled, bloody knuckled, through their front door, stepping over partygoers and martini glasses, that he understood. He hadn’t come to the party thinking about Lonan but managed to attract the same people. He hadn’t drunk the magenta liquid thinking about him but managed to exit the house stumbling, as Lonan did, his knees knotted like a newborn lamb's. There was something inconceivably indissoluble about them—their bond mirror-like, one making a decision, and the other mimicking it with vigour somewhere else, unknowingly inseparable.
But I've been wanting to write what happened BEFORE this, in the time between, which is what BODY BACK is going to be! Here's an excerpt from FH (ft. Jeremiah) that takes place during this timeline:
They saw each other in brief, neon stints. Drinking in his one-bedroom, after Jeremiah’s shifts at The Greta Arquette—a dingy motel—clattering, limb by limb, under his Styrofoam disco ball and calling it dance. They knew each other so little but so well. Where each groove of skin and bone on the other’s body was, what limbs could notch so perfectly together, like nubs of old soap fused together.
The vibes are going to be pretty much the above! Mirror balls, pop music, drugs in misty rooms, eat the rich, etc.
I've been excited to write this story because it shows a side of Harrison I only barely understood when I wrote Feeding Habits. It's actually why Feeding Habits was IMPOSSIBLE for me to write, because I was still seeing Harrison in "caretaker" mode when he actually was rejecting that fully. I wasn't used to seeing him make bad decisions. For all accounts, Harrison is a terrible person in FH. He takes advantage of his mother's kindness, he disappears to scare her, he's self-medicating, he's inviting Reeve to his place under the guise of catching up with an old friend when he actually doesn't care at all about her and only wants to see a glimpse of Lonan's face, he's stealing from the vulnerable, and doesn't want to stop any of it. FH is really Harrison's destruction arc, and BB is going to explore HOW that happened--what triggered those events?
I'd always seen Lonan as the "issue" in their relationship. This was natural in a lot of ways since Lonan started out as a literal villain (lol), but also mostly because I emotionally related to him most back when I was writing him. ALLL my negative emotions and struggles went right to him. It's why Lonan was my favourite character all throughout my teenage years. What I didn't expect is that at the age they're at in this book (21), I'd suddenly understand Harrison on a very, very different level. This is also another reason I want to write this like NOW because I'm 21 and in a similar (albeit wayyyy less dramatic) era. Is this sort of going to be autofiction, maybe!
I think in MW, Harrison doesn't feel much like an "adult" yet. in BODY BACK, he KNOWS he's an adult, and goes a little too hard knowing he can do whatever the hell he wants. If Harrison can do what he wants, it means he can reclaim himself even if it means destruction along the way. What's he willing to do to get his body back?
That's a q to ponder!
It's going to be lots of fun! LOL
#writing#fostered#bodyback#mothwork#I love this project sm already even tho I've barely written it#idk how I'm going to be a functional Adult until this thing is out of my brain
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It was so hard to choose just one wip title to ask about, so I'm sending in two. 😝 (it was going to be 4)
Triplicity and The Choice, please!
Hiya, Yvette! You are more than welcome to ask about as many as you want to. Let me know what the other two were.
I'm excited that you asked about Triplicity (working title). It's been languishing for a couple of years now. The story is an AU about three close friends - Dean Winchester x OFC x Eliot Spencer. They've been a 'team' since high school, life took them in separate directions, but while they didn't see each other as often, they kept in touch. A class reunion brings them back together after six years and she decides it's time to tell them how she feels... about both of them. It doesn't go according to plan.
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Jumping from the barstool, you wobble in place before a large hand wraps around your upper arm. “Whoa, careful.”
Shit. You’d know that growly voice anywhere, no matter how alcohol-soaked your brain. What the hell is he doing here?
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“With Ca- Cam’rn- Cam!” You wave your arm back toward the man you’ve been flirting with, and your hand smacks against something hard. “Owwwww.” Turning to see what you hit, you find familiar steel-blue eyes staring back at you. “Heyyyy, you’re here too.”
Eliot looks unhappy. You giggle at the adorable frown, but when the ridges of his brow form that angry ‘v’ that always sends a jolt of electricity through you, defiance overrides your sentimentality.
“Nice of you both to finally show up, but I found someone else since neither of you could be bothered to spend time with me.” You see the two of them exchange a look. Eliot shakes his head, and you hear Dean mutter, ‘Son of a bitch.’
“Yeah, that’s right, I went to the ridge alone. So fuck both of you.”
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The Choice... ooof. This one is a labor of love. Been in my WIPs for a while now, but for good reason. the plot is a little tricky and I want to do it justice. It's angst x3000. SPN and MCU crossover which loosely takes place between MCU Age of Ultron and Civil War with an extended period between, and ambiguously in Season 12 of SPN. It's an AU that I'm trying to keep as close to canon for both as I can. Dean x Alyssa(OFC) and Steve x Alyssa(OFC). She's thrust into a scenario where, as the title says, she ends up having to make a choice. I don't want to give too much away, so here's a snippet.
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Dean helplessly watches as she turns into Steve’s embrace seeking comfort, his arms sliding around her, pulling her close. Dean grunts, trying to loosen the pain in his chest. Those should be his arms around her, his shoulder that she lays her head on. Steve’s eyes meet Dean’s over the top of her head, his voice hard, cold, “I think you need to leave.”
“I’m not fucking leaving without her.” Dean furiously spits, heart, plummeting when he sees her flinch at the sound. The muscles of Steve’s arms flex, tightening around her, and Dean nods, scrubbing a hand down his face. The only sounds in the room are her sobs and his ragged breaths as he looks at the floor. Raising his head, voice softer now but strained, he pleads with her, “Lyssa, please. Let’s go home.”
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Thanks again, Yvette.❤️ All these asks are giving my motivation for writing a nice kick in the ass.
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Just read ur new chapter of take a seat and I sjdvjabdjsjs...AND I...°Sh¢=cvNE¥=V¢{¢GE[¥=....thank u. Like im literally going feral, so deranged, screaming crying throwing up like I'm SO excited u have no idea. The way u write Silco 🫦🫦🫦 he's so mean and mysterious I feel like it's REALLY true to cannon and idk if you've ever planned on writing his POV but I think I speak for all the readers when I say we'd go R A B I D for it. Anyways, thank u for doing the lords work and ur writing always clears up my skin and waters my crops and I'm wishing u good luck and for the writing muse to be kind to u and ur work <3.
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I frickin LOVE you, anon. I LOVE YOU. I am so SO happy that people are enjoying my silly little fic! Like I've said before, Take a Seat is my first born and my favorite child. So, the fact that anyone is reading it at all makes me want to scream into the sun. I can't thank you all enough for sticking with, especially after how long I took on that last update! Slow burn in more ways than one.
I'm over the moon that you love my Silco! He may act like knife girl is the bane of his existence, but at this point he's realizing just how fucked he is. Oops he might actually be intrigued and maybe even *cough* care about her wellbeing??
As @teashroom put it, Silco is multilingual, so when he says "You're bothersome", what he actually means is "Fuck me, I love you".
Also, there's no way he wasn't at least half mast at the end of chapters 6-8. Only a matter of time now heheheh.
And that brings us to the Silco POV! I've thought about writing one for a while now, but it was all dependent on whether I garnered enough interest in the fic, but honestly I'd LOVE to. There's nothing I love more than crawling inside this disgusting little man's head.
If you have a specific chapter/scene you'd like me to write, please send in request or DM! I'd be honored!
Thank you so much for making my entire day!! Asks like this mean the actual world to me, you have no idea! You're so wonderful!
<3 <3 <3
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❤ can i get some positivity for tumblr users quinnzelles and, if you can, cyberneticlagomorph?
( Send a ❤️ + a url for some OOC positivity! - ACCEPTING )
@quinnzelles
PEACHIE. Peachie, my beloved friend, I am here to gush about you and your Harley again!
First off, like I mentioned, I can never thank you enough for being one of the people who finally made me comfortable about role playing in public spaces again, it really has helped me so much, and your writing was and is a big part of it. The way you write your Harley is so engaging and fascinating, I love the depth you give her all while not sacrificing too much of any aspect, only using them to emphasize each other even more. She’s been hurt, she has hurt others, she is strong, she is vulnerable, she is smart, she’s the best bimbo, she’s a lot of everything, and that makes her such an amazing character to play with. You never strap her down to be just one thing, and I love love love that about your portrayal.
Your writing is also some of the most interesting I’ve gotten to play with! It’s emotively focused that I really do just feel for her, you know? No matter the emotion, I feel it with her and that’s so cool. Little things like how she thinks of people and how her body language comes across, whether its true to or fighting against her emotions at the time, your work is a delight to read and also your Harley takes are peak. ✨
@cyberneticlagomorph
HEY, YOU, are you ready for some love, because I got some love for you! 🦎
I know we haven’t played much on here (how was I not following you on here, illegal, a thousand years jail under the laundry hamper for Draig >:V), but from what I’ve gotten to play with you in our servers, you are genuinely such a fun person. Like, every time I get to have an interaction or write something with you, I always just smile! You have such a good grasp on the characters you play, and you started one of the funnest running jokes with my Victor that I am never gonna be over.
And while I haven’t gotten to play much with Jack, DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I WANT TO? That lore doc is INSANE, I am so here for it, like holy crap, yes, that is so much sandbox to play in!!! It really shows how much love and excitement you have for writing to have made such a fun character with such expansive lore and a wicked cool design. I love that, 120% fantastic, you are absolutely rocking it.
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👀💯💘 and 😭 for the fic rec asks! (- thinkingisadangerouspastime)
thanks for the ask @thinkingisadangerouspastime!
4. 👀 A fic that you love a normal amount
@chocomd’s Without Water! THE ANGST. THE WORRY. THE LOVE. DID I MENTION THE ANGST? EEEEEEEEEEEE
no but FOR REAL! the way choco characterizes Katara in this fic, the way she writes the intimacy between Katara and Aang, the way she is able to emulate the worry and the guilt and the shame from Katara using even just her sentence structures... and did i mention the angst????
*ahem* anyways yes i love this fic a normal amount.
7.💯 A fic that makes you think #writergoals
ooooooof. this is kind of a hard one. there are SO MANY writers i know that are so, so good at what they do, and i admire every single one of them
however, i think the one fic that was the cornerstone to my writing introspection fics was your Katara-centric fic, broken pieces still belong. this fic made such a strong impression on me that it inspired me to write the avatar's fear, my very first Aang-centric fic that paved the way to my writing introspection fics today. the characterizations, the internal & external dialogue, the introspection, everything about this fic made me want to reach a point where i can write like that.
also, i get you might not be fond of this fic now, looking back on how rough the writing might feel today, but it really helped me expand my horizons to being more than an angst writer, haha.
12. 💘 A fic you couldn’t stop reading once you started
for this question, i think i’ll go with @itsmoonpeaches’s The Ghosts That We Knew. i think i’ve read a few of her other fics beforehand, but i distinctly remember reading this fic. it was completed by the time i found it, but from the first chapter, i knew i had to get to the end. i don’t even know what exactly drew me into it. maybe it was the spirity shenanigans, maybe it was the Kataang premise (i was v excited to read more Kataang content haha), but whatever it was, it got me hooked.
18. 😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)
how did i know this one was coming okay, so this is a strange one to ask me haha, mostly because i... can’t feel emotions when i read/write. not viscerally, anyways. i might feel a bit of heaviness in my chest, depending on what the subject is, but otherwise, i have almost never, ever been moved to the point of actual tears. there have been some exceptions, but it’s only when it feels so very specific to some... negative emotions i’ve had about myself.
with that being said, there is a fic that really made me feel more than heavy, and that’s @chocomd‘s fic Lullaby for the Departed. it’s such a heavy fic that deals with (tw) miscarriage and loss and grief and death. i’ve always had a penchant for thinking on death and grief and what it means, and this fic really knocks it out of the ballpark. i’ve almost been scared to revisit it because i’m not sure i can get through it a second time without breaking into actual tears, haha. still have yet to have my heart ripped out so viscerally, tho, so this is the best answer i can give for now.
thanks for the ask!
Send me a number or emoji (+ optionally, a ship) for a fic rec!
#thinkingisadangerouspastime#northern answers#fic ask game#fic ask game answer#GAH i hate this stupid editor#sorry i have to keep editing this
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if Yoshitsune suddenly sees Yoshino wearing a cute dress or see her acting cute would he blush and internally scream about how goddamn cute she is and how it's messing with his head?
would he be red in the face and stand there frozen, or would he try to cover his blushing face so that she won't see it?
Yoshitsune's pov---
Yoshino: "Welcome back Yoshitsune-sama!"(〃＾▽＾〃)
Yoshitsune: "Yoshino....what are you wearing?" (O_O)
I see Yoshino standing in front of me wearing a different kimono than usual.
Instead of the usual light green kimono, she was wearing a light pink one. It had faint floral patterns on the sides.
The length of the dress was up to her knees, revealing her slender long legs. The top part had a deep V-neck, beautifully complementing her collarbones.
Her long straight ash-gray hair was freed from the ribbon that she usually wore and is now falling over her shoulder.
Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama?"
When I was staring at her intently, Yoshino must have felt shy and looked away.
She elegantly tucked her hair behind her ear and I see a small glowing light.
(She's wearing earrings too...)
(She looks so cute)
I walked towards her.
I held her face with both of my palms and made her look at me. Her cheeks were redder and her eyes were dreamy.
My heart which was already pounding from her sight is now bursting with love as I see her only having me in her eyes.
(I'm so happy, that I'm the only one in your eyes)
Yoshitsune: "You look so cute."
Yoshino: "Mm."
I kissed her on the lips, while my one hand goes to hold her waist.
Yoshino: "Mm...Mm.."
Yoshitsune: "Yoshino, I'm getting excited. I'm so happy that I'm the only one getting to see new sides of you every day."
Yoshitsune: "When you look so cute, it makes me want to lock you in my arms forever and never show you to any other man."
Yoshitsune: "Will you be mad if I say I want to do that?"
Yoshino: "I feel the same."
Yoshitsune: "Hm?"
Yoshino: "Sometimes, I also want to keep you to myself. Sometimes even I get jealous when others see the adorable sides of Yoshitsune-sama."
Yoshitsune: "Yoshino..."
I kissed her again and I feel her putting her arms around my neck.
I hear hushed moans from Yoshino, as I inserted my tongue.
Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama, more...more.."
Yoshitsune: "Ah."
I then brought my lips toward her exposed chest and kissed hard.
When I released, I see a faint red mark blooming on her pure white skin.
Yoshitsune: "By the way, who bought you this dress?"
Yoshino: "Umm...it was a gift from Sueharu-san, for helping him."
Yoshino: "When I was having trouble with whether to wear it or not, Sueharu-san winked and told me it would look cute on me and that if I wear it in front Yoshitsune-sama, then something good might happen."
(Sueharu is smart)
(I have to thank him later)
Yoshino: "Fufu, even if this dress is a little short and a little scandalous...I'm happy that Yoshitsune-sama liked it."
Yoshitsune: "Of course, the dress looks cute. But it's you who looks beautiful."
(It makes me happier to think that my girlfriend wanted to look beautiful for me)
The end
Bonus:
Yoshitsune: "So can you bring more of it?"
Sueharu: "Dresses? Sure, I'll send you my bill too. Will you be paying now or at a later date?"
Me: I'm not good at writing but I hope you enjoyed it.
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HI BABE please take all the time you need I know you're probably sooo busy right now!!! I'm so sorry about your old page you didn't deserve that, but I'm so so happy you decided to stay and make a new one I couldn't even imagine coming on here anymore if you weren't here 😭
THEY ARE TALKIING ABOUT BANNING TIKTOK! Unfortunately our government REALLY wants to ban tiktok they had a hearing with the CEO of tiktok and everything about it, and they're also trying to ban vpns so we cant get to tiktok that way either 😒 it's so annoying I would be so crushed lol I have hundreds of edits and stuff
I DID GET TO SEE DEMON SLAYER OMG IT WAS AMAZING I mostly just went to see the tengen/gyutaro fight on the big screen tbh lol. They only showed the first episode of the new season but I will say koku looked and sounded VERY cool he was super mysterious I'm very excited for you to see in like a week 👀 hate to say it but muzan looked BEAUTIFUL and of course akaza did too, but as someone who hasn't read the manga I was SHOCKED at just how HUGE Doma is like the stature on that man is insane I was expecting him to be kinda skinny and lanky but NOPE 👀 Also mitsuri I- 😳 the bi in me cannot handle it I just love her 😭 like was there a certain scene that was just brazen fan service, yes. But did she look gorgeous YES. I'm also kinda excited to see more of Genya his character design is so cool to me. I'm very excited to see what you think when the new season comes out 👀
Also PLEASE write more diabolik lovers!!! Diabolik lovers is one of the only animes I consistently rewatch I just cant help it it's like a guilty pleasure lol. It has so much potential for dark content like idk if it's just me but I love reading about blood/my blood getting drank etc lol so it fits perfectly. I also just love the trope of being forced to live with them and the whole gothic vampire vibes 🖤
I didn't want to send many tiktoks since ik you're probably so busy with the new blog so I'm just gonna include two diabolik lovers ones lol 🥰
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRceDUYr/
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRceukvJ/
I'm so excited for the new things you're going to post, I hope you're doing well 😘 -jjk anon
BABY YES HI
First of all I’m so sorry all the shit happened before I could answer your big ask I WAS SO UPSET 😭
OH NO THEY SHOULDNT DO THAT. I mean I pretty much exclusively use tiktok to watch thirst edits of anime hotties BUT STILL I wonder why the gov doesn’t like tiktok???
if they do ban it we’ll have to send each other fan art back and forth 😭😭
YES DEMON SLAYER IM SO EXCITED I’ve been getting so hype about finally seeing Koku baby animated my big big big warrior man 😵💫😵💫 BRO I SAW SOME LEAKED CLIPS AND PICS IM NOT A MUZAN GIRLIE BUT HE LOOKED V V GOOD and douma is fucking MASSIVE !!! I haven’t read the manga either but one of my besties has and I did make her ( begged 💚 ) to give me all the spoilers which is how I knew about koku in the first place SKKSKSK SO IM EXCITED
YOU LIKE DL TOO ?? YES WE SHARE ONE BRAIN I SWEAR. DL would be a guilty pleasure anime if I possessed even 1 ounce of shame but I do not so I just openly love those slutty slutty vampire men. I must know who your favorites are 🤨🤨 YOU KINDA GIVE SUBARU AND YUMA STAN VIBES but I can also see you being into ayato also THE FORCED DOMESTICATIONNNNN ONE OF MY FAVES WE REALLY DO HAVE ONE BRAIN SKSKSKKSK
THE TIKTOKKKKSSSS OMG YOU SEND ME THE TWO BABIES ??? IM GONNA SCREAM kanato is my little meow meow the urge to be his mommy ( bc his real mom is….. ya know 💀 ) and let him drink from me while I pet his hair is OVERWHELMING and AZUSA SOFT BOY I’m shaking trembling I love those TikToks thank you for the snack babe 💚💚💚
It is kinda hectic trying to transfer everything 😅 BUT I always want to make time for you when I can !!
I have some for you too 🥺🥺
listen… I’m so excited to write that upper moon reverse harem au I’ve been HOLDING ON TO FOR THE LONGEST TIME it’s finally almost time to release these fics and Douma is going to be a MENACE to our poor reader
I SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY SAVED IT THINKING OF YOU
I genuinely cannot believe my FAVORITE va was cast as the deadbeat dilf I am going rabid
I WISH I HAD MORE FOR YOU BUT SINCE THE MOVE IVE NOT BEEN ON TIKTOK THAT MUCH
#jjk nonnie !#DONT THINK I MISSED THAT#‘can’t imagine coming on here anymore if you weren’t here’ WHAT IF I STARTED CRYING RN#I was very worried you wouldn’t see I moved and I’m so so glad you did 😭😭
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