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miguelo-hara · 1 year
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andtwelfth · 3 months
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heaven and hell were words to me
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kiwichaeng · 2 months
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WIP Wednesday
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“Are you going to hover over me the entire night? Am I going to find you looking down at me at 3 am?” Carlos’ tone is light as he finishes sits down heavily on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t hide the wince as well as he thinks. TK remains quiet in the corner.  Carlos looks up when he doesn’t get a response. He tilts his head and looks at TK curiously.  “What are you doing all the way over there? I know you don’t need to sleep but I would feel better if you didn’t stare at me from the corner the entire night.” TK knows it’s in good faith, that they’ve come leaps and bounds since they met and if nothing else else, the humour in Carlos’ eyes would give it away but tonight, all TK can do is play back the evening’s event in his mind over and over.  He knows Carlos has noticed it. He had kept on shooting glances at TK the entire time at the hospital as he was being treated to the point where the doctor had asked him if he was looking for someone.   The white bandages peaks out from under Carlos’ collar and TK’s eyes are fixed on them like a moth to a flame.  This is on him, that he got someone as good as Carlos tangled up in his mess. He should never have followed him home, never forced him into helping and should have— He should never have gotten attached.   “I have to go. You should too,” TK murmurs in the quiet room and made for the door. He doesn’t look at Carlos once as he slipped out of the room. “What— TK wait,” He can hear the confusion in Carlos’ voice turn into panic. “Where are you going?”  With a heavy heart, TK ignores the calls and keeps walking straight ahead down the empty hallway.  “TK,” Carlos whispers loudly from behind him but TK doesn’t turn back. It is only when he hears a sharp inhale and a wince does he stop.
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rosenfey · 1 year
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⊱ PILLARS OF ETERNITY SCENERY [1/?] — Ondra’s Gift
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little-shiny-sharpies · 11 months
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Credit to @robinscribbles for this absolutely adorable picture that instills life into me each time I look at it and gives me the power to deal with minor inconveniences like a neurotypical
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ryuseiishido · 6 months
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Guys it's been too long since I've made a book edit so imma make some.
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thezatannaprint · 8 months
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Hello !! First of all I just saw that it was your birthday yesterday so happy late birthday !! Also I do not know if your request are open (so sorry if they’re not !) I wanted to know if you could make a fanfic where reader is an actress and she get asked the question “who is your celebrity crush” and at first she kind of hesitant like she doesn’t want to say it but then she says it and gets all shy and later on Jack comes across the interview and watch it ?? TYSM !! And it’s totally okay if you do not want to make this ! Byee
first of all i wanna apologize for getting this out so late 🥺🩷🩷 and thank you for the late bday wishes haha. hope you still like this girly, lemme know 🩷🩷
i wanna tell you but i’m super shy, super shy
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jack champion x actress! reader
you had started press for your new movie and everything was going extremely well, the movie did great in the box office even surpassing expectations. after getting changed into your outfit and getting your hair and makeup done it was time to drive to your interview, you put in your headphones and started scrolling through tiktok when you came across an edit of jack champion as ethan landry.
you had recently developed a secret little crush on him since seeing him in scream 6. “he’s so cute.” you say under your breath and your mother overheard and takes her eyes off the road for a second to look at you. “who’s cute?” your mom raised an eyebrow. “nobody mom.” you just shook your head. “you’re a star! you could probably have anyone you want.” she joked and regained her focus on the road. “doubt it.” you huffed. even if she was right you were way to shy.
the interviewer asked good and relevant questions about the movie and you were having a great time talking with the interviewer until her questions got, let’s just say- they got personal. “y/n. you’re young and beautiful. you must have a special someone” the interviewer smiled and you blushed at her compliments. “thank you but no im single.” you try to blow passed the topic but she kept asking these types of questions. “let me play match maker. who’s your celebrity crush?” she rubbed her hands together like she was dying for the juiciest answer
“i don’t have one.” you smiled innocently. for an actress you sure did act pretty obvious, the interviewer felt you weren’t telling the truth. “cmon y/n! the fans want to know, i want to know“ the interviewer kept pressing the question over and over again but she played it off in a comedy way. “j-“ you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. what if he saw it and got freaked out? what if he had a secret girlfriend and she threatens you? eventually she was able to get it out of you and you caved in. “from scream. um him. i think his name is jack champion.” you knew exactly what his name was but you played it cool, her face lite up. “no way! i interviewed him a month ago.” she was chuckling. you were feeling extremely shy at this point so you tried to laugh it off. “y/n. what would you say to him…? wait what if he’s watching?” the interviewer was grinning like the chesire cat, she knew this was going to trend.
that made you even more nervous. “i would just tell him that uh- he’s cute and talented but he probably already knows that. i hope he isn’t too weirded out.” you straightened your posture. “i sense a new it couple! you heard that mr. champion! hit her up.” the interviewer was laughing, her tone was very flirty.
you went home after that and screamed into your pillow, why would you actually say his name? “he won’t see it.” you told yourself but if he did he probably was going to laugh at you. right? you could hardly even sleep due to the nerves. what if he avoided you and thought you were weird? “why did i say that.” you softly screamed into your soft pillows.
once jacks fans had seen the video they found it hilarious and beyond relatable, they kept tagging him on tiktok and instagram. about two days after the video came out he had randomly got a clip of it on his fyp. at first glance he thought you were pretty, your e/c eyes glimmered when you talked about your movie. when he heard you mention his name he got whiplash. you called him cute… he blushed. it was a little strange but he replayed the part where you called him cute, like repeatedly. “she thinks im cute.” he said calmly to himself. “Y/N. thinks im cute.”
a day passed and he watched the interview again, replaying the part where you mentioned him of course. he had the whole thing memorized at this point. he typed up your name on ig and started looking through your account, he scrolled through your profile and accidentally liked a post from 2021 yikes… he might as well follow you. he clicked the follow button and then shut off his phone, he didn’t want to see how fast you followed back. “hmph.”
you didn��t mean to stalk his page daily but it just kinda happened youknow? you clicked on his account because it was already on your recent searches. HE FOLLOWED YOU? your heart skipped a beat. you almost choked on your drink. you obviously followed him back almost instantly. this moment felt like a holiday, you fought the urge to message him and confess your undying love and desire for him.
“lemme not.” you bit your lip and shook your head. you put your phone down and went downstairs to get some more water, when you came back upstairs to your room you got two new notifications. “it’s just jack.” she shrugged and then you realized. “JACK?”
jackchampion: you know…. you could’ve dm’ed me first but i decided to take the chance.
jackchampion: is double texting a red flag?
y/n_official: red flags look pink to me 😘
jackchampion: I couldn’t get your video outta my head…
y/n_official: so you’re saying you can’t get me outta your head 😝 off topic: your cat is adorable.
jackchampion: 🤵🏻 butters thinks you’re adorable to
jackchampion: quick what’s your ring size!!!
y/n_official: dude i gotta hit up tmz and let them know you’re a simp 🙁 stand up!!!
jackchampion: which parent do i approach for your hand in marriage? 🤓
y/n_official: tryna trap me already?? while im in the prime of my career 🤔 bro thinks this is 1830s 💀
jackchampion: then what about a date? i’d flirt with you some more but i honestly can’t (i lack rizz) 🥶
y/n_official: guess my favorite color and yeah.
jackchampion: y/f/c.
y/n_official: okay… you win. i’m free on saturday
jackchampion: of course I won… im jack CHAMPION.
y/n_official: text me the details����🏻‍♀️
jackchampion: okay! it’s a date!!
you blushed reading back the messages. you couldn’t wait for your date. this was definitely a story for the grandkids. “i need an outfit.” you said to yourself and got up and went to your closet.
UNEDITED 😜😜
sorry again this took me two billion years!!!
live laugh love jack champion, i volunteer to save him from haley 🥸ill summon the energy of the queen ariana grande 😘😘
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goldyeokki · 9 months
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𝟏𝟎 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼: 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑼𝑺
꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: hyuck and his lip ring; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; oral (reader receiving)
꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 465 words
꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝐇𝐔𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. i'm still not ready to say goodbye to the fic just yet so here i am with a mini socmed bonus for all of you lovely people and to celebrate 500 notes on the first installation (ㅅ´ ˘ `) here's a little sneak peek of mc and hyuckie's adventures as a couple after the events of the story ଘ꒰⑅ ´ ˘ ` ⑅ ꒱♡ the edit of hyuck with his lip ring was made by me! pls do not steal thank u!!
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everything feels hot and dizzying all at once. from hyuck’s tongue massaging your tight walls and his cool lip ring bumping near your rim to his firm hands gently caressing your plush thighs, you’re left gasping for air as you brace yourself against the headboard. it’s difficult to keep your eyes on him when every gentle nudge of his nose against your clit makes your head spin.
“hyuckie . . .” you whine behind your hand clamped down on your mouth. his dark brows furrow and he smacks his open palm flat against the curve of your ass. a sharp jolt of both pain and pleasure sends a shockwave straight to your core, clenching down around him as you force both of your hands against the headboard. it’s a warning to not hide your moans from him—he absolutely loves it when you’re loud for him and he makes sure to remind you every chance he gets. “hyuck, i don’t wanna– fuck, lemme cum on your cock, fuck–!”
you don’t know if it’s the gloss of your juices on his glasses or your brain hazing from your past three orgasms but his eyes are glinting maliciously in the honeyed light that illuminates your room.
before you can register anything, your back is flat against the bed and hyuck is still on top, but he’s maintaining his favourite position: between your legs. your head tips back as he slides two digits in easily. the mix of hot and cold of his body heat and the rings he’s wearing effortlessly pull a long drag of his name, your walls tightening around him so dangerously.
“baby, baby,” he tuts, shaking his head. you whine and look back at him through a barely blurry vision from the tears that threaten to form. “i’m only just starting my fun with you. let’s get you to . . . hm, six orgasms!”
“hyuck!” your cry, while it is in half-protest at the prospect of more, it’s also thanks to him pressing his thumb against your throbbing clit. “please, just– give me your cock, i need you so bad.”
his tongue swipes across his plump lips, silver lip ring shining in your essence. his glasses are evidently stained with dried-up residue of your cum, juices, and more, but he still doesn’t take them off. you doubt he’s going to remove his glasses any time soon.
“i’ll never get tired of hearing you beg, baby,” he groans. hyuck leans forward to give you a soft kiss, easing a third finger into you and you moan into him. curling his fingers into a gentle hook, he starts fucking his digits into you faster, angling his wrist higher so he can brush against the spot that’ll have you seeing stars. “beg for me some more? y’sound so fucking pretty when you do.”
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s-4pphics · 11 months
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a lil meanmechanic!ellie and snobbybitch!reader hc list bc i’m clinically ill and my dark thoughts always win i was gonna write a lil fic but i got tired lol long day 
but hopefully thisll suffice for now😚idk how many imma make for them but the sex gon go crazy
wc;cw: 930 real short n sweet, slutty rude annoying rich!oc, i’m not kidding she’s a bad person, more monologues when will it end, oc is horny and a top letting y’all know rn, imma make this toxic🤭
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your shiny brand new pink bentley just stopped working! what the fuck! 
after your dad gifted you your third new car, he instructed you to pull up to the swarovski store and pick up your sparkly limited edition lavender tinted lux chrono watch…. and this happens!
how the fuck were you going to get your new watch without transportation?!
you pulled your phone outta your chanel bag and googled car stopped help…
call a tow truck?!
don’t people just buy new cars when they stop working?! 
you dialed the first number suggested online 
“YELLO!” a friendly gruff voice came through the phone
“ummm, hi, my car stopped working— “
“okay, great! where’s your car located?”
“it’s uh.. near this mall complex.” 
“…okay. i mean…. i mean what’s the address?”
…. you don’t fucking know, you’re stranded!
after spending the next ten minutes asking strangers where the hell you were, you irritatingly whined the address to the man on the phone
why does nothing go your way?!
“okay great! we’ll be there in about an hour to get it!” 
an hour?!
but your swarovski watch—!
“hello?” 
“…yeah, whatever.” you said, hanging up.
this is fucking stupid!
after an hour of angrily pouting in your front seat, you saw a red truck pull up behind you in your rearview 
fucking finally!
you got out your new baby and saw—
oh, fuck
oh fuck!
WEEEEEEWOOOOOOWWEEEEEE—
your brain was sending off red alarms!
behind the man, there was a girl in overalls and a wife-beater, dirty sneakers(yuck!), and a bandana on to keep her sweaty hair outta her face
and your mood immediately got better! 
she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy—
“um, hi! ‘m joel! you called for a tow?” 
oh yeah
“y-yup! that’s me! my cars over there,” you pointed in some random direction as you stared at the girl 
“….okay, uh, we’ll get that loaded and we’ll head over to the repair shop!”
“uh huh,” you were so dazed as you watched her biceps ripple as she got some paperwork outta the car 
“….right!” and he walked away
she’s coming over oh god she’s coming over!
“hey. this your car?”
“mhm!” 
you looked at her name tag 
ellie
hm…wanna fuck?—
“cool. just need you to sign here. we’ll do the diagnosis when we get to the shop—“
you didn’t even care about what the fuck she was saying
you wanna eat her out so bad and buy her whatever she wants 
you work so hard, baby, lemme take the stress away! 
“…are you gonna sign…or?”
you were too busy looking at her freckled face and scarred eyebrows to notice she was holding a clipboard out to you 
how about you sign these damn wedding papers! 
“sorry!”
“it’s cool…yeah, just sign at the bottom.” 
she pointed at the dotted line with her calloused finger and you almost sucked it into your mouth! 
turn her out turn her out!
she finally met your eyes 
you wanted her clit in your mouth—!
“um… you can hop in the truck and we’ll head over, it’s like.. 20 minutes—“
“great! let’s go!”
ride my face!
when you arrived at the dealership, you got…. uncomfortable. 
why was it so loud and… grungy looking?
the nice man that answered the phone—joel— guided you into the garage and ushered you to sit on…. dirty chairs and you wanted god to strike you down now
“we’re gonna take a look at your car! it’s in pretty good condition so it shouldn’t be long!” joel screamed at you from the garage exit
you sat and nodded and 
you looked so outta place in here 
pastel colors, shimmery necklace and bracelets, heels!
you stood out like a sore thumb!
rusted, eggshell walls, dimly lit, dusty floor
you wanna leave so bad what the fuck—
“hey!” 
sike you wanna stay ellie’s so fucking fine—
“your car battery’s connection is loose, we’re gonna replace it—“
“today's my birthday!”
you were biting your lip and looking at her with glossy lust filled eyes and you wanted your head between her thighs—
“….’scuse me?”
“it’s my birthday!”
“happy….. happy birthday?” 
“thank you!” now lemme give you head—
“uh huh….. so, the replacement battery is gonna be $60, i can ring you up right now so you're not waiting when your car’s charged.”
you followed her to the desk and….
her fucking back and her shoulders and her ass—
her back her back! you wanna scratch it and make her scream!—
“cash or card?”
“card. my black card!” she needa know you’ll buy her everything—
“….right. go ‘head and swipe.”
you wanna swipe your tongue on her pussy!
but you swiped your card 
and you also reached in your chanel and grabbed a couple hundreds out
“here you go! for your troubles!” 
“what.”
“you fixed my baby! you should get a huge tip! like a really…. really fat one!
lemme give you this tip!
she must’ve noticed your tone, nastily sweet like honey, because her eyes widened before she let out a shocked scoff
you have her you have her—
“are you kidding me right now?” 
what. 
“hm?”
“i’m askin’ if you’re fucking serious? we don’t accept charity.” and she got up
and she looked mad
what the hell?
“w-what! no, it’s not like that— “
“yeah, whatever, your car will be ready in 20. you can take your money and get the hell out.” 
and she stormed off with a slam of the back door. 
…..
oh my god?
you want her even more now! 
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casuallyawkardd · 10 months
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When you can't find a Miguel O'Hara x Single Mother!Reader
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Lemme know if ya'll wanna be tagged or sumthin 😌
Edit: Feast my pretties
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fluffy-dixon · 26 days
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You are my sunshine
Judith’s restlessness had become a shared concern. Rick’s grief weighed heavily on everyone, and taking turns caring for Judith was the least we could do to support him. But tonight, despite our best efforts, nothing seemed to soothe her. Multiple bottles, Beth’s sweet songs, and even Maggie’s toys from a recent run with Daryl—all fell short. Even Carol, usually adept at calming anyone, couldn’t ease Judith’s fussiness.
As you balanced Judith on your hip, trying to calm her while dishing up stew, Daryl noticed your struggle. His heart went out to you. With a delicate smile, he rose from his seat at the end of the table and crossed the room. Judith’s eyes widened as she caught sight of him, and she reached out eagerly, tiny hands grasping for him. His smile grew wider at her excitement.
“Here,” Daryl murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Lemme take her so you can’eat.” He cradled Judith in his arms, tucking her gently inside his beloved poncho. Her little head popped out of the V-neck, and he walked away, bouncing her up and down as he headed toward the cell blocks. Her grizzly cries gradually faded into the distance, leaving you with a mix of relief and gratitude.
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As the meal concluded and the dishes were washed, you excused yourself, slipping away toward the cell blocks. The darkness outside unsettled you, though you hesitated to admit it. The route back was a labyrinth of corners and turns, shadows playing tricks on your senses. Your hand instinctively rested on the handle of your knife—a silent reassurance in this uncertain world. Normally, the sounds of wind, creaking buildings, and hushed conversations accompanied your journey. But tonight, a different melody filled the air—a lullaby you’d recognize anywhere.
Daryl.
His voice grew louder as you approached the cell. You lightened your steps, mindful not to disturb Judith if she had already fallen asleep. The moonlight streaming through the top windows guided you. Turning the corner, you almost tiptoed, peeking around the edge.
Daryl stood with his back to you, his silhouette illuminated by a single candle on your bedside table. “You are my sunshine,” he sang softly, swaying from side to side, hips gently rocking. Judith, cocooned in his poncho, emitted a contented gurgle, her eyes heavy with sleep. “My only sunshine,” he continued, the words a soothing balm. “You make me happy when skies are grey.”
He must have sensed your presence, for he paused. From the first turn toward the cell blocks, you had crept closer, stopping just behind him. Peering over his shoulder, you saw Judith’s glistening eyes, her struggle to stay awake. “You’ll never know, Jude,” you whispered, your heart swelling. Her tiny fingers twitched as she surrendered to slumber. “How much we love you.” Tears welled in your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. “Please don’t take our sunshine away.”
A single tear rolled down the surface of your cheek as Daryl turned toward you, cradling Judith with the ease. Her tiny head nestled in the crook of his elbow, she slept soundly. His eyes met yours, and a proud smile stretched across his face. For a moment, he seemed on the verge of saying something momentous, but then he hesitated.
Still swaying gently, his gaze shifted back to Judith. And then, in a voice filled with quiet determination, he uttered the words that melted your heart: “M’ready. I wanna be a dad.”
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Edited: 08.03.2024
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soft-and-lush · 6 months
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Editing my mean!dom!Abby Anderson fic rn. Should be posted maybe Saturday?? (Hopefully most likely)
This ISNT the one I’ve been trying to get out, the one I’ve been trying to finish is a little more dark in a way ??
I’ve been pretty depressed and super busy irl anyway, so I haven’t really been writing as much. 🥲But there’s a bunch of stuff that I’m probably gonna post soon! I’m rushinggggg
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theworldofotps · 8 months
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Eight Months Ago
Pairing: HOOK x Reader Word Counter: 5242 Description: Eight months ago Tyler did one of the hardest things he’s ever done.
Slight angst(?), fluff, little hints of smut and some sad (sorta?)
A massive thank you @omg-im-such-a-masochist babes your support, ideas and just everything is always so appreciated. This wouldn’t have been possible or turned out the way it did without your help. Love youuu xx
I really hope you guys enjoy this it’s a little long x (I also hope it makes sense because I’ve edited it so many damn times) _________ Tag list:
@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ Taz hesitated outside his son’s locker room, normally he wouldn’t think twice about knocking but lately Tyler seemed like he was on the edge. He wasn’t sure when it had all started, but he had a few faint ideas, one he could for sure almost bet was a big part of the reason. After another brief pause, he knocked and waited for the okay to step inside.
“Who is it?”
“Your father.”
“..Come on in.”
Pushing the door open, Taz closed it behind him and leaned against the wall his arms crossed as he eyed his son. Tyler was laid out on the couch, an arm covering his eyes and the other lying across his stomach, he hadn’t even changed out of his gear yet.
“Sit up we need to have a talk.”
“Can’t this wait till later?”
“No, no it can’t.”
Waiting until he was sat up and his attention was focused on his dad, Taz sat on the only other chair in the room. Rubbing his hand over his chin he took the time to really look at his kid, he had dark circles under his eyes. His hair was even wilder than usual and not because of having just finished a match. Taz had started to notice the slight differences in him, and to be frank he was getting worried.
“Look son.”
Taz started slowly trying to figure out the best way to go about this situation, he figured coming right out was best.
“I don’t know what’s been going on lately, but we really need to discuss whatever it is that has you feeling or acting the way you’ve been.”
“Nothing is going on I’m just a little tired.”
“That’s bullshit and we both know it come on Ty I wasn’t born yesterday; you know you can talk to me about anything. But for the last couple of months, you haven’t been yourself. You show up late for training, you hardly return any calls to anybody or when the guys invite you out you always decline. Your matches are still amazing, it seems the only time you’re really yourself is when you’re in the ring. Maybe it’s because it comes like second nature I don’t know. But what I do know is something ain’t right and it seems like it hasn’t been for a while.”
“I’m fine dad really just a lot on my mind but it’s nothing. We’ve been traveling a lot and it’s finally catching up.”
Taz eyed him for a few minutes then spoke once again this time with more caution.
“How long has it been since Double or Nothing?”
“Eight months give or take.”
Nodding, he stood and walked over patting his shoulder then made his way over to the door Taz knew his gut feeling was probably right.
“Well, if you do want to talk, I’m here remember that please.”
“I will dad thanks.”
Tyler said and flopped back down on the couch resuming his previous position, Taz watched him for another moment before leaving the room. Pulling out his phone he scrolled to the bottom of his contacts and hovered over the call button before clicking dial. Listening to it ring he walked away from Tyler’s locker room and headed for the parking lot. This was a long shot but like he’d told Tyler, he knew his kid and he’d bet money that the thing making him behave this way would be on the other end of the phone call.
“Taz?”
“Hey firefly it’s good to hear from you again, listen I know it’s been a while since we chatted last, but I really need your help.?
*Eight months ago*
“Ty wait stop you’re going to drop me!”
Taz followed the sound of laughter and made his way to where the ring was being set up. Chuckling, he crossed his arms watching as Tyler carried Y/n around the barricade that was set up.
“Oh, come on you know I’d never drop you baby just hold on tight.”
Tyler chuckled back to her as he walked around a barricade and then started jumping up the stairs. The sound of Y/n’s screams being muffled as she pressed her face against his shoulder. 
“Be careful Tyler you have a match tomorrow last thing we need is you getting injured because you tripped going up the stairs. And we don’t want y/n getting hurt either.”
Taz called out and made his way down the ramp towards the ring, Tyler huffed but turned and walked back down the steps. Y/n still held tightly on his back as they made their way over to stand with him.
“I wouldn’t drop my girl she’s safe as could be.”
“Not the point son.”
“Thank you, Taz.”
Y/n said slipping off Tyler’s back and adjusting the HOOK shirt she was wearing a grin on her face.
“You’re welcome, you two look just the way you did when you were fifteen and making your way around the arenas waiting for me to finish a match.”
“Except this time, she’s mine and I don’t have to worry about her leaving me for an older man.”
Tyler teased causing Y/n to gasp shoving his shoulder as she crossed her arms.
“I didn’t leave you for another man I just wanted an autograph from Stone Cold and you were busy munching your chips while sucking your juice box.”
Y/n said as Tyler took her hand kissing the back of it lightly then kissed her lips chuckling afterwards.
“When I found her, she was busy drooling over him clutching the photo to her chest listening to him ramble about whatever.”
“I was not drooling!”
“Okay children okay it’s getting late Tyler needs to get some rest for the show tomorrow you can argue about this another time. Head back to the hotel and no funny business I mean it he needs to get a good night sleep.”
“Yes dad.”
Taz watched as the two walked off whispering and giggling as they went, he loved seeing his son so happy and the fact it was with someone who was already treated like family because of his connection with her uncle was just the cherry on top.
*Present* Pushing the hotel room door open Tyler threw his bag on the floor and made his way over for a quick shower. He was ready to just get clean and lay in his bed the exhaustion from his match was finally settling in. He was more than glad he didn’t have anything to do tomorrow so he could just keep to himself. Digging through his bag for a clean pair of pajama bottoms he walked into the bathroom showering and getting ready for bed. Plugging his phone in, he shut the light off, laying down on the bed and waited for his vision to get adjusted to the dark.
He still wasn’t completely used to sleeping by himself even after eight months alone, the bed always seemed much colder without her there. Tyler couldn’t help but shut his eyes tightly, the image of her drifted through his mind as it did almost every night. He couldn’t help playing that last scene back repeatedly like he always did. Sure, he may have been the one to bring this all upon himself, sure he knew that he could have gone about things a different way. But it was too late to try and change the past, now all he could do was unwillingly dwell on it.
*Eight months ago* Tyler rubbed a hand over his face as he sat on the bed, he was supposed to be resting up but he couldn’t help it. What he was about to do was making it impossible for him to go to sleep. Hopefully once it was finished, he’d be able to just push everything off and maybe things would go back to semi normal.
“Hi babe, I’m back sorry it took so long but Renee wanted help deciding on some outfits for the show next week.”
Y/n called out as she closed the hotel door behind her, making her way to the bedroom after removing her coat and shoes. Spotting Tyler she frowned softly and made her way over to the bed slowly.
“Hey are you okay?”
Tyler shook his head and got off the bed. He needed to have a little space between them before he did this. Swallowing back the nervousness he took a moment to collect himself, letting a neutral bored look settle on his features then turned back to her. Y/n the girl who meant more to him then anyone else, his light in this fucked world. They’d known each other all their lives and yet over the course of the time they were dating, his feelings hit fast.
“Look I know this is sudden and out of nowhere but I just I don’t think this is going to work out anymore. And by this, I mean us. I’ve given it some thought and there’s not really any point in letting it drag on. It’s better if we just end on good terms as friends or whatever.”
Tyler glanced over, seeing the shock on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes as he spoke. He knew this was going to devastate her, but he needed out. He couldn’t handle all this emotion and feeling, everything else that came with having a serious stable relationship.
Y/n stared at him and swallowed the lump in her throat as she tried to process everything he was saying. He was right this had come out of nowhere, she thought that they were doing amazing at the present time in their relationship. Sure, they had spats like every couple, but they always managed to work through them in the end.
“Where is this coming from? We’ve been together for nearly eight months. What changed, what went wrong? What did I do to make you feel like you needed to end this?”
“You didn’t do anything there’s no point trying to explain it I just know that it’s best to end things where they are before one of us ends up getting hurt…worse.”
“I thought you loved me. How can you say you love someone then go and do this without giving me a real reason as to why. I don’t want to lose you Ty please baby there has to be something we can do to work this out.”
“We’ll always be friends you won’t lose me completely this is just for the best; I do love you Y/n..in a way but I just know we can’t continue this it has to be over. I got you another room, so you don’t have to go to the airport this late.”
Grabbing the new key, he held it out looking at the wall to avoid watching the tears that were sliding down her cheeks. Tyler knew she was hurting but he couldn’t let this relationship go on and it was best that she hated him for now then for things to continue as they were. In the end he was worried about breaking her even worse.
Sniffling Y/n stood up and quickly went about gathering her stuff, Tyler watched her pack everything. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He wanted more than anything to stop her, but he knew he couldn’t. When she had everything, she went to the door stopping with her hand on the knob just hoping he would change his mind. Sure, she could yell and scream but the thing she wanted most was for him to be happy. And if ending their relationship was going to make him happy then she wasn’t going to stop that. Walking out she closed the door behind her, leaving Tyler alone with the memories and a empty feeling in his chest.
*Present* Y/n stared at the tickets that laid on the table in front of her in an envelope. After the call she received from Taz a few days ago she was dumbfounded. She couldn’t understand why he would want her to fly all the way out to Chicago because Tyler wasn’t acting himself. She hadn’t seen or spoken to him since the night she left his hotel room. After having her cousin grab the few things, she had at his apartment she hadn’t had any contact with him. Of course, she had asked after him and even tried to send a text, but it failed to deliver.
Taz had told her he couldn’t figure out what else to do, Tyler wasn’t talking to him like he normally would. He wasn’t talking to anyone or being himself, and this was the last thing Taz could think of. Tyler and Y/n had been close as could be even before they dated so he was hoping that she could help. 
Honestly as much as she loved Taz and wanted to do this for him, she couldn’t just forget about all the hurt and anger she had felt at the way Tyler ended things between them. He couldn’t even be decent enough to give her a straight answer as to why he was breaking up with her. She’d spent weeks and months afterwards trying to think of what could have gone wrong and she kept coming up blank. 
“Tyler made his choice he obviously didn’t want me there anymore, he ended things between us why should I care if he isn’t acting right?”
Standing she felt all that old anger coming back to the surface as she stared down at those tickets.  “I really think he needs you Y/n”
Taz had told her; she had never heard that desperate tone in his voice before and knew that he must be really worried about Tyler.
“If he really needed me then he never should have left.”
Y/n turned her back on the envelope and made her way into the bathroom to have a hot bath. Maybe she would know what to tell Taz after spending some more time thinking. The flight was for tomorrow evening. Slipping into the hot bath y/n rested her head back on a towel, her eyes closing as the water gently swirled around her. She couldn’t help her mind wandering when she closed her eyes, thinking about Tyler brought back memories that she tried her hardest to keep buried in the back of her mind.
*A year ago* “Ty what if we get caught by someone?”
“We won’t baby, nobody ever comes down this it’s too far in the arena so we’re safe.”
Tyler whispered holding Y/n’s hand as they made their way down a dark hallway. He had just finished a match and despite still being in the arena; Tyler needed her now. He just couldn’t wait until they got back to the hotel. Stopping short Tyler turned pressing her against the wall, Y/n gasped at the contact of cold cement seeping through her shirt making her shiver as his warm body covered hers. Tyler’s lips met hers in a hungry kiss, his fingers pressing into the skin of her hips, Y/n let out a soft moan as he rocked into her. 
“Been thinking of doing this all-day angel ever since we got out of bed this morning.”
“Ty please I need.”
“Shh I know baby just be a good girl and wait. I’ll give you just what you need.”
He kissed across her jaw and down her neck, his hands slipping under her shirt touching as much skin as he could. Her nipples pebbled under his touch and soft moans fell from her lips as he worked them between his fingers. Tyler couldn’t help the smirk that covered his lips at the sounds she was making.
“As much as I love playing with your tits my dad will be looking for us soon.”
He chuckled softly before yanking her pants down to her knees a soft gasp falling from her.
“Fuck you’re already wet for me and I’ve barely done anything.”
He whispered in her ear as he rubbed her core through the new panties he just bought her. Y/n whimpered and whined as he pushed the fabric to the side. Pulling his own shorts down he fisted his cock stroking it a few times before slowly sliding into her. Y/n moaned head falling back as he laced their fingers together, rocking his hips forward.
“So, fucking tight.”
He hissed giving her just a few moments to adjust to his size before he pulled out thrusting back in.
“I love you Ty baby so much.”
Y/n cried out her legs wrapping around his waist as he moved in and out of her, Tyler’s eyes met hers a gleam of happiness in them.
“I love you too starfish, forever.”
*Present day* Wiping the tears away Y/n huffed and reached over grabbing her phone sending a quick message to Taz.
‘I’ll be there tomorrow evening.’ ~ Taz watched the flights flash across the board, she should be off the plane and walking over to the baggage claim any moment now.  Looking around Taz smiled mover making his way over when he finally spotted her, waiting till she grabbed her suitcase and turned around.
“Taz!”
“Hey firefly it’s so good to see you kiddo!”
Hugging her tightly he kissed the top of her head and grabbed her suitcase offering his arm for her as they made their way through the airport.
“Thanks again for coming Y/n I know that things haven’t been good between you twos but I’m worried and nothing else is working.”
“Are you sure he’s going to want to see me?”
“Honestly yes I do. You should have seen the way he was after you left, I don’t know why he ended things, but he was a mess afterwards. He doesn’t know that I heard him every time I passed his room or went to his door. I’ve told him more than once that breaking it off with you was stupid but he’s a grown ass adult. Here we go let’s get in and head for the arena he has a match tonight, so we’ll keep you hidden until afterwards.” 
“What are we going to do if he gets mad and tells me to leave?”
“If you knew how miserable he’s been for the last eight months or so especially these the last few weeks even. I think seeing you would be more than good for him even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Maybe the two of you could finally talk and you can find out why things ended the way they did. If he really doesn’t, well then you can explore Chicago for a few days before going home. Or there is a ticket for tomorrow.”
“Yeah, having some closure would be really nice if I’m honest.”
“Closure yeah.”
Taz nodded holding the door for her to get in the car and walked around getting in the driver side.  Nodding y/n went silent for a moment she had tried to figure out once again why he had left but she couldn’t and unless Tyler told her she would never know. That was another reason why she had eventually agreed to come all the way out here.
Taz really was hoping that this would be good on both ends for the two of them. Making the drive to the arena they talked about a bunch of different topics, the closer they got the more nervous Y/n became. Yes, she had always hoped to see Tyler again, but didn’t think she would. Y/n also hoped she’d be able to keep her cool when she seen him. But part of her couldn’t help arguing that he deserved her anger after all. 
Parking the car, they slipped in through a back door and made their way down a couple hallways. Opening a door that was labeled HOOK, Taz stepped inside setting her case down and stepped to the side so she could enter. 
“I have Tyler in my locker room for now he won’t be in here until after his match if you need me at all just send me a text. Here’s the remote, and this is the wifi password I’ll talk with you soon, sorry to rush but I need to get to commentary.”
Watching him leave, y/n looked around and sat down she couldn’t believe she was here again. Turning the tv on she searched for the channel that would play Dynamite. She hadn’t seen one of Tyler’s matches in a few months, so she was intrigued to see where his storyline was... 
When his music hit Y/n’s breath hitched as she waited and then there he was, Taz was right he wasn’t himself. The rest of the world may not be able to tell very well but she could she knew Tyler better than she did anyone. Or at least she had, that’s why she was hoping he would be willing to see her tonight. The expression on his face and the lifelessness in his eyes. Shaking her head Y/n focused her attention on the screen watching as the match played out he was still just as fantastic as he’d always been. 
“Come on Tyler.”
She whispered and smiled when he got the pin, Tyler stood up lifting his title then slipped out of the ring. 
‘He’s on his way back just give it a few moments, good luck kiddo text if you need something’
‘Okay thank you’
Putting her phone on silent Y/n stood up and took a few breaths to calm herself down as she waited. When the door handle turned, she prepared herself and watched the door swing inward. His head was down so he didn’t see her right away until she spoke.
“Hello Tyler.”
Tyler’s head shot up quickly, he blinked rubbing the back of his head okay he must have been hit in the head too many times. Either he was hallucinating or Y/n was actually right in front of him.
“Y/n? What are you? Is it really you? How are you in my dressing room? What are you doing here?”
“Your father got ahold of me he said you haven’t been yourself lately and was hoping I could help somehow.”
Y/n shrugged her shoulders biting her lip as she watched him the door finally shut closing them in together. 
“And you came here just for that? I didn’t think..I mean after everything I wouldn’t have expected you too.”
“Well, I hadn’t really planned on it at first but I was hoping for some closure but yeah, he said he thought you really needed me. And well I have some of my own reasons.”
Of course, it was his dad that got ahold of her, the thing he’d wanted to do for weeks and couldn’t bring himself to.
“What’s going on Ty, what’s the matter with you?”
Hearing that nickname sent a wave of sadness over him and a lump in his throat he had to swallow around. Tyler ran a hand through his hair, an action that was all too familiar to y/n he walked over until she was in arms reach. 
“Feels like everything is crumbling around me I can barely sleep; I just feel so lost and I can’t seem to catch a break mentally.”
He mumbled as his eyes ran over her features, he couldn’t believe that she was actually in front of him right now.
“Have you ever felt like everything around you was just fine? The world in your immediate vicinity is doing rather well.  But for you internally, mentally whatever it feels like nothing will ever be right again, and you can’t block out the world completely, so you just try to ignore it.”
Nodding her head slowly as she listened to him speak Y/n watched his expression.
“Yeah honestly I have, still do at times. How long has it been like this?”
“The night after Double or Nothing, when I…broke things off between us it was hard for a while then I thought it was getting better. But it wasn’t nothing has been good since that night and it’s just getting to be too much at this point.”
Y/n felt her heart break at the vulnerability in his voice. If there was one thing that never changed it was the way she always responded to his emotions. She wanted so badly to reach out and hug him, but she couldn’t bring herself to. The feelings of hurt and anger were still welling up inside of her.
“Before I do my best to try and help you, I need to know something. Why did you end things Tyler? If things are so bad, why did you end it between us? And I want the real reason because after talking to your dad I’m starting to believe what you were spewing before wasn’t the whole reason. We were doing amazing at least I thought we were, and even the six months before that when you were training a lot. But then suddenly, it’s not working? I want the truth. I at least deserve that.”
Y/n said and searched his face she wanted to know, she needed to know the real reason. Needed to know the reason that caused her to lay awake at night, her tears falling on her pillow as she tried to think of what she did or said that made him leave.
“I told you already we just couldn’t-.”
“Don’t lie to me Tyler and tell me the truth and I mean the whole truth!”
Y/n snapped and cupped his face making him look at her and not allowing him to break eye contact. The feeling of his skin against hers still sent a spark through her but she ignored it.
“Before I was your girlfriend, I was one of your best friends, we knew each other better than we knew ourselves. And we almost always knew when the other was lying and that is what you’re doing. Now why did you leave me? Why did you end things between us when they were going so well? You just dropped me, Tyler. Like I was nothing. Like our whole relationship was nothing.”
She said letting him go and paced the floor in front of him she didn’t mean to snap but she couldn’t help herself. She was pissed, and still hurt. Swallowing she blinked back the tears and continued.
“Instead of being a man and talking to me about whatever was wrong you just tossed me to the side and didn’t even have the decency to try and fight for what we had. You may not have cared or thought I deserved a reason, but I do. I just want to know.”
“Because I was scared Y/n. You’re right, you know me better than anyone and you know that fear is not something I feel too often but when it came to our relationship, I was scared shitless. My feelings got too real, too intense so fast and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I just swept it all under the rug and ran.”
Tyler admitted, his head dropping, he didn’t know what else to say but he knew she had every right to know. It felt good being able to admit this to her and he didn’t know why the hell he hadn’t done it sooner. Then again, he’d grown up a lot during their time apart and realized that just because his feelings seemed to be too much too fast that it was okay.
“I’m sorry, I truly am I wanted to reach out to you a couple months after I wanted to make things better, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I know it doesn’t seem like I cared, especially with the way I went about everything, but I did. I loved you more than I ever had another person. You were everything to me. I wasn’t emotionally mature enough to handled everything. I know that’s not an excuse either but I’m laying it all out like you want.”
He was not used to being vulnerable and hated how it made him feel but maybe letting this all out would be the start of him getting back to normal. He knew that Y/n didn’t owe him anything so to say he was completely surprised when she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly was an understatement. Tyler’s arms wound around her waist and held her just as tightly to him and felt like he could finally breathe for the first time in a long time. 
Y/n wasn’t sure how long they stood together like that just the two of them holding each other tightly but it felt good. Tears slid down her cheeks as she held onto him, this was something she’d been dreaming of. The relief of finally knowing it wasn’t anything she did, the anger knowing if he would have just come to her about everything they could of worked on it together. The sadness of all the time they had lost whirled around inside her. But for the time being she pushed it away and just focused on the fact she was getting to hold him again. 
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this again.”
Tyler mumbled into her neck and reluctantly loosened his grip so he could look at her.
“Probably as badly as I’ve wanted to, I can’t believe that all this time.”
“I know I’m really sorry.”
Taking his hand Y/n pulled him to sit beside her on the couch and rubbed his hand that was still clasped between hers. Tyler shook his head and leaned back against the cushions a soft smile on his face.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here, how long for?”
“Well, we weren’t sure how this was going to go so I have two tickets one for tomorrow and the other is four days from tomorrow.”
“Would you be willing to keep the second one, I really think we need to sit down and talk all of this out more.”
“I wouldn’t have come all this way if I didn’t think that we could talk afterwards if you were willing. So yes lets get your stuff together and head somewhere maybe we could get some food because you really look like you need something to eat after that match.”
“You watched?”
“Yes, I always used to love watching your matches and I haven’t seen any in a while, so you have a lot to catch me up on.”
Tyler’s smile widened as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, he knew this didn’t fix anything, but he still couldn’t help himself. They gathered their suitcases and made their way out of the arena to the parking lot where his rental car was. While putting their suitcases in the backseat Y/n sent a quick text to Taz then climbed in the passenger seat.
‘Going to get something to eat and then talk with him we have a lot we need to deal with’
Taz pulled his phone out since it was a commercial break and smiled as he read over the message sending a reply wishing her the best of luck and then sent one to Tyler.
‘If it works out treat her right this time boy don’t let your fear get in the way of what or rather who you love most.’
*Seen*
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honey & chamomile, peaches & cream // by daisyful
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pairings: jake kiszka x reader
notes: this is kind of vulgar i’m ngl but in a sweet way sorry abt it . i barely edited this sorry for any errors lol
tags: fluff and smut, oral sex, fingering, praise, pet names, i guess what you’d consider dirty talk but it’s rly endearing 😋
word count: 3.8k
summary: you’re tired and jake wants to help you relax 💗
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He handed you the chamomile tea before he climbed back into bed. It was perfect, just how you liked it, with honey and a splash of oat milk. You hummed at it and offered him a soft smile.
“Good?” he asked upon your first sip. He slipped under the covers with you.
You nodded, blowing on it softly to cool it.
Another episode of the nature show you were watching ended, and then it faded into the next. You felt so comfortable like this.
“Put your arm around me?” You asked him softly, taking another sip. He nodded and did as you asked.
You took a moment to look into his eyes. They were surreal. So soft and brown, so clear and mellow. Serene and interesting. Magnetic. Deep. You could get lost in them—a silly expression had never resonated more.
He let you look into them for a while without breaking the silence, without any teasing or questioning. He stared back, easy, and brought his other hand around to touch your face.
“I care for you so much,” he breathed. Your heart stuttered. You knew he loved you; he knew you loved him. This was his way of saying more. “You’re so special.”
You bit your lip, trying to help the grin that was appearing on your face.
“Does my girl like that?” he teased before softening again, “You are,” he repeated. He glanced over your face and hummed. “Drink your tea, angel,” he encouraged, sitting back how he was before, rubbing your shoulder with his hand.
You smiled and you did; sipped the warm tea, let your weight sink into the bed. Watched the bees swarm through the clovers on the TV.
After a long comfortable silence disturbed only by the nature sounds, Jake spoke again.
“I love you,” he said, low and quiet, “I love these kind of nights with you.”
You looked over to meet his gaze. He had a small smile, and his eyes watched your lips. His hair was a mess—not brushed, that’s for sure, pulled into a low bun with some strands untucked. He was shirtless, but had soft pajama bottoms on that grazed your bare thigh sweetly. You had on one of their band shirts, a size too big and extra cozy. He toyed with the hem of it with the hand that was around your shoulders.
“Me too,” you whispered back, taking another drink of your tea.
“Lemme try that,” Jake murmured, reaching for the cup. You gave it to him.
His eyes closed as he drank, and you wished you could have had your phone out fast enough to take a picture: his dark eyelashes thick with the low light, his large hands around the vintage mug, his lips pursed beautifully. Stunning.
He hummed, “S’good,” he wiped his lip as he handed the cup back to you, “Relaxing.”
You nodded, taking another drink. His hand moved from your shoulders, instead resting on your thigh under the blanket.
“You relaxed?” He murmured, tracing his fingers on your leg.
You nodded, “Almost sleepy,”
He nodded, then, still skirting his fingers up and down your leg.
“Drink your tea, angel,” he murmured again.
“Why do you want me to finish my tea so badly?“ You grinned, taking another drink. Almost done.
He licked his bottom lip, “Just wanna spend time with you,” he answered.
“Yeah?” you took another sip. You swallowed, “We are spending time together,” you pointed out lovingly.
He laughed gently, “Yeah,” he agreed, “I know.”
You cocked an eyebrow at his cryptic language, but dismissed him, as you were sleepy; maybe you were just missing something.
You took your final drink of tea and sat it on the nightstand.
When you moved to sit back down, Jake's hand was gently at your cheek, pulling you into a kiss. It was languid and loving. He sighed into you, his breath warm.
He pulled away slow, his smile full-fledging.
“More?” he asked, his voice a low purr. You nodded, sporting a similar grin.
You kissed him again, feeling his lips on yours, feeling his tongue swipe over your bottom lip, feeling the pad of his thumb on your cheek.
“You’re so sweet,” he breathed. He moved his kisses to your cheek, then to your jaw. He slid his hand down to hold your head, guiding it to the side so he could lean down and kiss your neck.
“What are you doing, Jacob?” you sighed, letting your eyes close. He chuckled at the name.
“Jacob, huh?” he nipped softly at your neck, “I’m kissing you.” he pointed out, matter-of-fact. You laughed again.
“I hadn’t noticed,” you giggled. He moved to the other side of your neck. Your skin heated slightly. Your body was still very dazed by a sleepy weight.
“I wanna take care of you,” he murmured into your skin, “That okay?“
You turned his words over in your head, “How so?”
He licked at your neck then, no longer soft and easy. His hand skirted over your thigh and between your legs to rub softly over your cotton underwear.
“Jake,” you sighed.
“Mm?” he questioned, licking at your shoulder, his body sinking lower down the bed, “This okay?” he asked again.
You nodded, reaching down to push the middle of your panties to the side. He breathed out, registering the motion, and sliding his fingers against you tenderly.
You let your head fall back, your eyes shut. You sank your body lower down the bed so your head could fall back into the pillow, knowing his hand would follow you, and so it did.
He moved, then, planting a final kiss to the top of your hand before settling between your legs. His waist down was covered by the white duvet. His skin looked sinfully tan contrasted against it.
He peppered kisses over your thighs, rubbing his large hands over the sides of them. The low bun looked ridiculously good on him; you wished he wore it like that more.
He looked up at you, his lips hovering over the skin of your thigh. His lips curled into a grin: sweet, not cocky.
“You’re lovely,” He purred, “you taste like home,” he licked a kiss over your thigh as if to prove his point.
You were blushing and you knew it, but it was too sweet to scold him.
“I wanna talk to you,” he said. He pulled your panties back over to cover you, and he rubbed the pad of his thumb gently over the fabric, over your clit, a loving sort of tease. “Can I talk to you, angel?”
You nodded, curious, “Of course. Where’s this coming from?”
Your eyelids were heavy, and you knew you were looking at him only half-way.
He giggled, “Sleepy girl,” he said, pressing a light kiss to your heat through the fabric, “I just love you,” he explained, “Just feel very in love right now, wanna make you feel cared for.”
Your heart fluttered at that: full-on butterflies.
“Yeah?” You glanced down at him, toying with the strands of hair that framed his face, “I love you,” you managed, a small yawn esapcing you.
He kissed you through your panties again, “If you fall asleep is it okay if I keep going?” he murmured, his empty hand tracing your thigh, “Not gonna fuck you,” he clarified, “just go down on you, finger you. That okay?”
You groaned, sleepy but aroused, “Yeah,” you breathed, “I won’t, though,” you grinned, “Couldn’t if I wanted to, I wanna feel it.”
He giggled, licking over your panties. A shaky breath escaped you. His touch was wonderful—nothing urgent, only loving, only soft.
He settled down, his head lowered between your legs, one arm curled under your thigh to hold your hip, the other elbow over your hip, fingers working lightly over your panties.
He licked at the crease of your inner thigh, and you whined.
“You make the prettiest sounds,” he breathed, licking again, “love how you sound for me.”
Your hand stayed on his head, sort of wound into the roots of his hair, only barely. Your other hand rested on your chest.
“Pull your shirt up for me, pretty girl?” He asked softly, “Please? Wanna see your pretty tits,” He licked over you again, and you knew the panties had to be soaking by now.
You complied, hiking the large shirt just far enough up to reveal your breasts, the fabric resting easily just above your nipples. The air hitting your skin made your hips writhe. He held you with his arm.
“Mm,” he licked his lips, looking up at you, “So perfect,”
You blushed again, grinning, feeling nothing but pure adoration for him.
He finally nudged your panties to the side. You watched as he sucked on two of his finger tips before bringing them down to rub over you. You sighed heavily, a smile finding its way naturally to your face.
“My pretty girl like that?” He asked, eyes fixed on his fingers.
“Mmhm,” you sighed, pushing your hips up to meet his touch.
“Good, baby,” he soothed, “I love my pretty girl.” His voice was so low and soft. It cracked often, in a devastatingly arousing way.
“You look like heaven, angel,” he purred, “I call you angel for so many reasons. This is just one,” he placed a soft kiss to your clit and you whined, “look like heaven, taste like heaven.”
He rubbed his finger over your clit again and you moaned, the flesh swollen from the teasing.
“Mm,” he encouraged, “sound like heaven, like some perfect chord,” he kitten-licked again and you let out a shaky sigh, “you like that, angel?”
God, you loved when he talked. You wished he would never shut up, especially talking in this sensual way, only for you.
“Want more?” he asked, genuine and soft—he wasn’t toying with you tonight, only serving you.
You nodded.
“Tongue or fingers?” he asked, rubbing his pointer finger over you mildly, like he just wanted to feel you.
“Tongue,” you replied, no contest, you though. You giggled to yourself at that.
“What?” He licked once at you, making you bite your lip, “what’s my angel laughing about?”
“I don’t know, I’m sleepy,” you answered, honestly, because you couldn’t put your finger on what you had giggled about.
“You can be as sleepy as you need, babe,” his words buzzed against your skin, his mouth so close, “I have you,” he gripped your hip a little as a reminder, “Want you to relax,”
“Mm,” you looked down at him, “what did I do to deserve this, huh? You’re being extra sweet,” you touched his nose softly. He smiled.
“Missed you,” he breathed, kissing your clit again, “and I always think you deserve this. Maybe I should be doing this more,” he licked over you firmly, finally, a thick and wet stripe. You ground your hips down into it as a groan fell from your lips.
“What is ‘this’ exactly?” you smiled, “you go down on me all the time.”
He chuckled, “But this,” he cleared his throat, “slow and relaxing,” he gently bit your thigh, “not rushing, not trying to tease you,” he swallowed, finding his words, “just treating you, angel.”
“Mm,” you nodded, “I like it.”
“Yeah?” he tugged at your panties, slipping them down your leg before looking back up to you, “God, your tits look good,” he shook his head, distracted, “Alright angel, just relax for me.”
The hand hooked over your hip rubbed your skin softly and melodically, a soothing touch.
He lowered his head and licked over you several more times, his tongue warm and slow.
You let yourself sigh and moan just softly, whatever noises decided they would escape you. You yawned again, not bored by any means, but relaxed.
He licked more, then, broader stripes, all the way over you. Softly, his fingers teased you, slipping easily over you, just feeling.
“So soft,” he breathed against you, “Here, baby,” he eased two fingers into you slowly, knowing you enjoyed the gentle stretch of both digits. You whined and rolled into the touch, “Yeah, angel,” he affirmed, “you like that, don’t you?”
You nodded lazily.
“Feel good?“ he mused, “my pretty girl feel full?”
His voice was so dreadfully loving and aroused at the same time, teetering on obscene.
“My fingers were made for you,” he murmured, his voice as if he was reading a poem, “maybe for the guitar, too,” he giggled, “but definitely for you,”
He curled them inside you, feeling, finding what you liked. He pumped them in and out in a languid rhythm.
“You fit so perfect around them,” he continued. He was keeping true to his promise about talking, “Always makes me want you. But I hope they feel good for you,” he pushed them all the way in and you groaned, a small gasp punctuating it, “Do they feel good for you, angel?”
You nodded, tired but now incredibly invested in this.
“You don’t have to say anything, babe,” he assured, kissing your clit, “Like I said, I’ll talk, I just wanted to know.”
Your cheeks were hot with his words—how could be be so sweet and so filthy at the same time?
He licked sloppily over you as his fingers dragged inside you, his spit and your wetness coating you. His tongue moved in lazy circles, with no urgency, just consistency. You could come like this, for sure—the slow build was perfect.
He gave you a gentle sucking kiss, continuing to move his fingers, but pulled his mouth away to speak, “How about my tongue?” His eyes peeked up at you, “Feel good for you?”
You nodded feverishly, brushing your thumb at the top of his forehead lovingly, “so good,” you breathed.
“Yeah?” he smirked, licking a stripe over you, listening to you whine, “That’s good, angel, I love making you moan like that. Do it for me again, pretty girl,” he latched onto you, sucking and licking with his hot tongue. You didn’t have to try, the moans spilled from you. He groaned against you.
You noticed something, then, as your eyes fluttered back down—
“Are you grinding into the bed?” You murmured, an amused smirk on your face.
He pulled his mouth from you and grinned, nodding, “Yeah,” he breathed, unashamed, “I’m having fun.”
You groaned at that, rubbing your hand over your face.
“That okay with you?” he smiled, giggling.
You nodded, letting your hand fall back to your chest. “S’hot.”
He smiled, “Good,” he licked over you again, curling his fingers. You yelped, the combination perfect. “There we go,” he mused, “Right there, huh?,”
He did it again, curling both fingers as he planted his tongue firm against your clit. You whined, feeling the heat in your belly.
“Mm,” he licked his lips, “you’re soaking my fingers, you know that?” he grinned, “feels amazing.”
You panted at that, and the only reaction you could give was to push your hips down against them.
He chuckled at you, “Love you so much,” he breathed, “I’ll fuck you with my fingers, you don’t have to do that, angel,” he bit his lip, “or you just like doing that? Grinding down on my hand?”
You nodded, repeating the motion. He sighed heavily, and you could see under the duvet the small motion of him grinding against the bed again.
“What about my tongue?” He licked over you, keeping his lips near you, “wanna rock your hips against me?”
You whined as he pressed his tongue flat to you, a resounding yes going through your head at his question. You nodded, doing what he said, grinding your hips down, grabbing his head softly with your hand, rolling yourself against his wet tongue.
He moaned into it, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before coming open to lock with yours. You gasped at the feeling, at how willing he was being, how much he was getting off on this.
“You wanna come?” he breathed, breaking contact for only a second before returning his mouth to you. You whimpered and nodded, breathless, keeping the motion of your hips.
“Make yourself come, angel,” he breathed, flattening his tongue out for you, soft moans against you, his fingers helping you, rocking with a steady motion back into your grinding.
It didn’t take too much longer, especially with his eyes locked into yours, before you were there.
As conflicted as you were about losing eye contact with him, you let your back arch as the orgasm flushed you with heat, holding his head against you, feeling his drawn out moan.
As soon as it passed, he was planting small kisses to you, kitten-licking at your oversensitive center.
You composed yourself and propped back up on the pillows, looking down at him. He had the world’s most self-assured grin, and he looked sort of dazed, eyes glossy, struggling to focus.
“I don’t think there’s a thing I like more in this world than making you come,” he smiled.
“You sure?” you giggled. His fingers moved inside you still and you gasped, pushing against them.
“Yeah, they’re really fucking wet,” he groaned, acknowledging your gasp, “I love it.”
You panted, letting him work at you still.
“But yes, I’m sure,” he said, brushing hair from his face with his free hand before settling it back, arm hooked under your thigh, hand on your hip.
“More than the Les Paul?” you grinned. He nodded and hummed. Your jaw dropped.
“More than…liquor?”
He bit his lip and smiled.
“More than making yourself come?”
“Oh, yeah, easy,”
“More than music?“
He giggled, “Alright, a tie.”
You chuckled back, relaxing into the feeling of his fingers still slowly fucking you.
“How long you gonna do that for?” You murmured, wiggling your hips to help him understand your question.
“Mm,” he pondered, licking your thigh, “Wanna make you come again,”
Your breath hitched, and you watched his face.
“Might take a bit,” you smiled, “I’m kinda sleepy, remember?”
He nodded, “That’s okay,” he assured, “I’m having so much fun, angel,” he grinned.
“I can tell,” you smirked, petting his head, “How’s humping the bed going?”
He giggled, “Pretty good if I’m being honest,” He looked up at you, his expression suddenly changing, “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get you to have sex,” he said, “With the bed thing. I really just wanted to do this for you. I’m just hard and it feels good.”
You bit your lip at his gentle expression, “You’re heaven-sent,” you sighed, “really.”
He giggled and pushed his fingers all the way in, pushing against your hip bone with his hand, making you gasp, “Just for you,” he said.
“Love how wet you are on my hand, pretty girl,” he murmured, “Can’t wait to lick my fingers,”
You whined, unable to help it at the obscene gesture.
“My girl like that?” He murmured to your thigh, “I love how you taste, angel. Makes me think about how you came for me.”
You nodded, dumbfounded at the way he was speaking to you—sincere and something borne of his arousal and love all the same.
“You’re like my pretty peach,” he murmured, “wet and soft for me. Your cheeks are pink, just like a ripe peach,” he grinned, bowing his head down to lick over you again, “peaches and cream,” he murmured, making himself giggle, “Could eat you all day, all summer.”
You exhaled with a trembling breath at his sweet and sensual ranting.
“You like me talking to you?” he asked softly, “I have a lot to say about my pretty girl.”
You nodded, sleep threatening to take you after the tea and the orgasm.
“Pretty girl,” he purred, “so sleepy, just relax,” his fingers worked slowly, “Get all sleepy and let me make you come one more time,” he licked at you with some amount of determination, a warm flutter against your swollen clit, “You don’t have to do anything,” he breathed in between licks, “Just relax against me, I’ll make you come, angel, trust me,”
You could hear him but it was distant—you weren’t asleep, there’s no way you could be with this going on, but it tempted you, a soft cloud hanging above you that you let kiss your skin. There was a warm glow in your abdomen that Jake had summoned, and you let him coax it, stoke the fire.
His tongue dipped lower, meeting his fingers at your entrance. You whined softly, the feeling wet and lewd.
“I knew you’d taste good,” he murmured, likely to himself at this point, “God, I wanna see you come again,”
His fingers worked steadily, not too rough, but certainly with a rhythm that could send you over the edge.
“Okay, angel,” he breathed, “When you’re ready, let me have it, be sweet for me,” he lowered his mouth against you again and let his tongue create a sweet pace, tempting the heat in you to spill over.
You took deep breaths, doing just as he said and letting yourself relax—letting his fingers work in you, his tongue over you, his hand grip your hip tight to keep you in place.
You came gently, shockingly soon for a second orgasm, riding the perfect wave against his tongue. You sighed his name quietly, in a strangled gasp. He moaned into you at the sound.
Slowly, you came down, head spinning and more heavy with sleep than before.
You watched him with hooded eyes prop himself up just slightly, keeping his mouth on you, soft licks, and then pull his fingers out out of you, pushing that hand down under the covers, around himself, and with only a few jerks of his arm, he was moaning again in to you, sucking you softly, trying to take his own pleasure without overstimulating you.
“God,” you groaned at the sight, the sweat on his forehead, his selfless but fervent need.
He looked up at you, soft groans still coming from him as he pulled his mouth from you, coming down, “You like that, angel?” he grinned, “You turn me on so fucking much,” he huffed a breath out, “and I didn’t even need spit, you drenched my fucking hand.”
You whimpered, sleepy but amazed at what he was saying.
He hummed to himself, pleased, planing a final kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“Let me clean us up, babe,” he laughed as he got up.
“I came in my fucking pants,” he shook his head and smiled in amusement, going to find a towel.
As he returned, you were fighting the persistent wave of sleep chasing you.
“Give it up, babe,” he grinned, wiping you off, “Go to sleep, angel. I’m just going to clean off and I’ll be right next to you.”
You nodded, murmuring the word, “kiss.”
He nodded and bent down, kissing you slow, his hand gentle on your face. He smiled softly as you started to succumb to your heavy eyelids.
You remember the weight of him sinking into the bed next to you, his chest pressing to your back as he held you, ready to drift off along side you.
“I love you,” he murmured into your ear, “love making you happy, angel. I hope you sleep well.”
You smiled, giving him a gentle hum and a slurred an i love you back, but he already knows. He always knows.
fin.
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Hey everyone!! So I have to update my tag lists because they're getting really big, and unwieldy and Tumblr keeps glitching my posts because of them.
So, instead of tagging everyone at once, I'll have to tag each group in separate posts. I've made a Master List of Tag Lists and it can be found here.
That Master List is broken into the 4 separate tagging groups: 1 - Jensen RPF + Any/All Characters Jensen Plays 2 - Dean Winchester Fics Only 3 - Any/All Fics Regardless of Fandom/Character 4 - Everything! Incl. Fan Vid Edits
So, over the next couple weeks, I'm going to be circulating and reblogging this post. I'd very much appreciate if you would go to the linked tag lists and:
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I have tagged everyone in their respective lists, I've also put a strikethrough through any accounts Tumblr wouldn't let me tag. I'll still add you in the lists, of course, but you may not get the notification.
Thanks for helping me combat Tumblr's goofiness, and I appreciate any and all who enjoy my ramblings enough that you request to be notified when I ramble more. ❤️🥰
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