â¨My side blog to reblog fic i like⨠18 + only, mostly with the TF guys and Marvel đŚSplish splash, my English is trashđŚ I suck at tagging so read the warnings in the fic before!
A/N: Feels like it's been ten thousand years since I started this (probably some time last year, or even the year before), but it's finally done! đ It all started because I wanted a dance with Will. I'll spare the excess commentary. Thank you so much to @carni-val and @lovebarefootblonde for beta reading! Banners by @spaghettificationandpretzels. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for being so patient! đ đ
Rating: E (18+ ONLY PLEASE)
Word Count: 5,150
Pairings:Â Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader
Summary: With Lucy going off to college soon, a spontaneous date night gives you a snapshot of what yours and Will's life could look like with having more time for each other.
Contains:Â sex (PiV), oral sex (M receiving), flirting/bantering, aging, sugary sweet fluff, Will finding reader irresistible, Will still being self-conscious about getting older (I think that's it?)
When Will and Lucy made up after DisneyGate, he lessened her punishment so this weekend she's away with her friends to enjoy their time together before they go off to college, which leaves the house to just the two of you.
"Hey, you know what we haven't done in a while?" you ask Will after plopping down next to him on the couch where he's on his laptop with his reading glasses perched adoringly on his slim nose.
"Make brownies," he quickly answers without looking away from his screen.
"Yes, but no," you giggle.Â
âStop by Astridâs,â he quickly guesses again, still focused on his laptop, clicking and typing away.
âOh my God, you and your sweets!â You nudge your shoulder against his, your reaction pulling a small smug smirk from Will.
âWe haven't gone on a date in a while.â You loop an arm through his and snuggle against him.
"You want to be wined and dined?" He asks, bringing his arm up and behind you while pushing his glasses up on top of his head with his other hand to look over at you.
âI want us to have a nice night to ourselves.âÂ
"You don't have a nice night with me every night?" he teases.Â
"You know what I mean!" you nudge him again. His smirk widens into a smile.
"How about we try that uh⌠oh! I've got an idea!" A light bulb goes off in his head. "There's like, this social media trend of couples making plans by blindly making choices," Will starts to explain as he closes his laptop. "For example, I'll write on two separate pieces of paper, say two different restaurants and you pick one without knowing what I have written on either, and we go to the one you picked."
"Okay, that sounds fun, but since when have you kept up with trends on social media? You don't even have social media," you say with a raised brow.
"Lucy showed a bunch to me the other day, but the cutest one was with a puppy choosing which outfit it was going to wear."
"Hm, I think it would be fun to pick out each other's outfits," you tell him, suddenly intrigued by this idea.
"Alright, how about this? We throw a couple of restaurants in a hat and we randomly pick one. Leave that to probability," he suggests. "But we each get to personally pick out what the other person wears. How does that sound?"
"Hmm..." you pretend to ponder. "Okay!"
***
After the luck of the draw of picking a bistro you haven't been to in a while, the next step is to figure out what to wear. The two of you take a peek at each other's wardrobe options after a long, refreshing shower where Will decided to join you.
âThe navy blue suit? Really?â
âYou look handsome in any color but this one really brings out your eyes,â you tell him. âBut most of all, I love how your butt looks in it.â You smirk and give his behind a squeeze.
"Do I have to wear a tie?" he whines.
You nod.
âFine," he submits. "Well, I havenât seen you in this sexy number in a while.â
Will pulls out a dress from the back of your closet and presents it to you.
âBecause I never have a reason to wear it.â You look at the bold red slinky dress with an open back as you walk towards It. âI canât even remember the last time I wore this. Mightâve been Fishâs wedding. Donât you think this is a little over the top for where we're going?â
"I'm wearing a suit and tie. I don't think you'll be the only one overdressed."
"Okay, that's fair."
As the two of you start getting dressed in front of each other, you notice Will watching you. You slip into your dress, hoping you still fit into it. The fabric snugs over your curves and contours in all the right places. The zipper in the back is low enough for you to pull on your own but Will helps you with it anyways. When he comes up behind you, you feel the heat of his body radiating against your bare back. He gently puts his palm on your lower back for a moment before sliding it down to the bottom of the zipper, holding it down while pulling the zipper up.
You expect him to walk away to finish getting dressed but instead, you feel him pressing his lips against your shoulder and neck as his hands knead your waist.
âBabe,â you giggle. âThis is why I never wear this dress. Because weâll never leave the house.â
âIf my shirt wasnât already tucked in, Iâd take you right now, just like this.â He continues kissing and nipping at your skin as his hands continue to explore your body, drawing a moan out of you.
"Now I remember why I don't like you wearing this out. I wanna show you off, but at the same time I don't want anyone looking at you the way I'm looking at you now."
His eyes rake over your body in the mirror.
âYouâre like this gorgeous rose I just wanna ruin,â he growls.
"Well, know that you're the only one I'm going home with."
Turning around, you and Will steal glances at each other as you help him finish buttoning up his shirt for him and adjust his collar.
"I think that gray tie you have with the stripes will go well with the suit. It'll also compliment my dress."
"You don't think it'll also bring out my grays?" He asks, pointing to his head.
"Maybe, but trust me, it's a good thing. I've never wanted you more than I do now," you reach up and affectionately finger his graying sideburns. "And youâre probably gonna have other women wanting you to take them home with you as well," you chuckle.
"Even if I wanted to do that, I can barely handle you in bed. I don't need to add another woman in the mix," he replies.
"Uh huh," you smirk. âSure.â
"Besides, she's just gonna be watching because all my attention would be on you," he says as he pulls you in against his body.
"Or you would be watching. How about that?" you tease.
"Nah ah. I'm too greedy.â He shakes his head. âI don't want anyone pleasuring you but me."
"Most guys would jump on that opportunity," you say, taken aback by his response.
"Well, I'm not most guys," he points out before leaning in to kiss you, but you pull back.
"We should get out of here or we'll never make it to dinner."
"Why don't we just skip to dessert first?" His nose nudges against yours as his hands slide down to your ass.
"You mean the chocolate lava cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream that I know you're gonna get?" you tease.
"You know what I mean."
"Already? Was shower sex not enough to hold you through until after dinner?"
"Seeing you in this dress got me all excited again." He tries to kiss you again but you dodge him.
"Nah ah," you shake your head.
"Not even a kiss?" His eyebrows shoot up to his graying hairline.
You stare at him for a few moments with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth until you finally press your lips against his. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses your body against his as he deepens the kiss. You can feel a bulge poking you, making you giggle. You pull back, breaking the kiss and leaving you both breathless.
"Now go put on a tie while I throw on some make up and fix my hair," you tell him.
"Yes, ma'am!"
***
You weren't expecting live music, as the many times you've dined there, there never was. It's been a while and they've updated the place, adding a dedicated space for live entertainment for evening service and a Frank Sinatra cover band is setting the mood of the room. During dinner, you find yourselves being very touchy with each other. You toe at his ankle underneath his slacks and his hand caresses yours. Flirty eyes dart back and forth as you banter in innuendos. It's like when you first started dating over two decades ago. You're both falling in love with each other all over again, except with someone different. He's no longer a potential partner; he's your husband, father of your daughter and your best friend. At the core, he's still who you first fell in love with, but he's so much more now. Heâs the man you've built a life with, who has walked beside you for the last twenty years of marriage. With Lucy going away for college, this feels like a preview of what your marriage could be like having all this sudden free time, getting to re-discover each other together.
âMm, that is good, but not as good as mine,â Will reacts after you feed him a spoonful of your tiramisu.
"What is it?" he asks after catching you glancing at him.
"Hm?" you hum.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I can't look at my handsome husband?" you ask with a mischievous smirk.
"You mean your old and graying husband?" he jokes.
"You're still handsome," you tell him. "Maybe even more so now than when we first met."
"Oh yeah? How so?" he questions, indulging you.
"You're like fine wine. As you age, the tastier you get." You bite into your lower lip.
"Is that so?" He leans in with his elbows on the table, intrigued by your analysis.
âYouâre in your prime. Youâre older, but wiser. You see graying hair and wrinkles, but I see experience and maturity. I mean, your charm and personality also adds to it," you reply. "Fatherhood probably has something to do with it too, but in a way that gets me all hot and bothered.â
"Your opinion is biased because you're married to me and I'm your child's father," he points out.
"Why don't we go ask the young hostess? She was totally giving you googly eyes when we walked in," you challenge.
"What? No, she wasn't! She was just being friendly and courteous. It's her job."
"Babe, you're so adorably oblivious sometimes. She totally was! She never once made eye contact with me, only addressed you the whole time with a goofy smile - the same one you gave me when we first met."
"Hi! How were your desserts?" Your waiter comes over to check on you.
"They were delicious!" Will pulls back from the table as the waiter takes the empty plates.
"Yes, they were," you agree.
"Anything else I can get for you?" the waiter asks.
âNo, we are good. I think we're just going to finish our coffee. Thank you!"
"Sure, here is the check whenever you're ready. Take your time, enjoy the music!â
"Your handsome husband also can't read small letters," Will adds as he pulls out his reading glasses and then perches them on his face for a second to look at the bill.
As quickly as he had put them on, he pulls them off and places his credit card with the bill. The cover band starts playing "Fly Me To The Moon". Will suddenly stands up and offers his hand.
"Care to dance with this tall bottle of fine wine?"
"Where are we going to dance?" you ask, glancing around at the other tables surrounding you.
"We can do it right here. We're not gonna bother anyone. There's enough space for us."
You finally take his hand and he leads you to the space beside the table. With one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand up, he starts slowly swaying. Your other hand rests on his broad shoulder.
"I wined and dined you and wanna give you a dance too," he tells you, pulling you in closer to him.
"Yeah, we haven't danced in a while," you realize.
He senses your hesitance as you're dancing a bit stiff and still glancing around.
"Don't worry about those other people. Let them watch,â he whispers. âI want everyone in this restaurant to know how much I love and adore my wife.â
He leans in and rests his forehead against yours. You let out a chuckle. Feeling a bit more relaxed, you're finally enjoying this intimate moment.
"In other words...I love you," Will sings along.
When the song ends, there's a round of applause. Will nudges the tip of his nose at yours before giving you a small peck on your lips.
"Give it up for this beautiful couple!" the singer announces and the applause gets louder.
After settling the bill, as the two of you make your way to the front door, Will notices you lingering behind.
"Are you okay? Are your heels bothering you?" he asks, pausing to wait for you to catch up.
"No. I just like watching you walk away." You flash him a wide smile and a corner of his lips turn up as well.
He offers you his elbow when you finally reach him, which you take, but not before quickly grabbing a handful of his butt. When you finally reach the entrance, the hostess thanks you for coming and hopes you had a great experience.
"We sure did. My beautiful wife here thought the tiramisu was to die for, wasn't it, sweetheart?" He turns to you, giving you that goofy grin you had mentioned to him earlier.
"Yes, it was amazing," you confirm. "We will definitely come back again."
"Anything you want," he adds.
"Are you okay to drive?" you whisper, looking at him suspiciously. "You only had one drink."
"I'm drunk on you," he replies, his eyes never leaving you.
You roll your eyes at his silly antics and turn to the hostess to wish her a good night, which Will also does before you whisk him out to the restaurant.
***
When you finally arrive home, you kick off your heels and groan, feeling the relief. As you bend down to pick them up, Will stops you.
"I got them, babe," he says as he loosens his tie and finally releases himself from the constriction.
âWhy, thank you!"
He bends down to grab them for you as you start walking up the stairs. His eyes follow you before his body does, enjoying the view as you ascend. Before both of your feet can touch down inside the bedroom, your husband is already all over you.
"Babe!"
You squeal as he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls your back against the front of his body, groaning while he presses his crotch against your ass. He tosses your shoes into a corner while latching his mouth onto your neck.
"Mm," you purr. "You complain about getting old and gray, but your sex drive is still that of a teenager," you giggle.
"We've talked about this. You're my Viagra," he replies and gently bites your neck.
You reach back between the two of you and palm his crotch, feeling him starting to engorge. He moans into your neck, sucking harder, in turn making you slip out a moan as well. Your other hand creeps up to the back of his neck, fingering his blondes and grays at the nape. His palm glides up from your waist to one of your breasts, giving it a healthy squeeze. Sighing, your back arches and you cup his bulge, giving it a gentle tug. He moans against your skin and sinks his teeth into you. Your bottom lip finds its way between your own teeth while also eliciting a pleasurable sound.
Wanting to take control, you find the willpower to pull away from his touch. Whipping around to face him, you grab the edges of his shirt collar and pull him closer to you, smashing your painted lips against his. His hands snake from your waist to your lower back, pressing your body against his as he deepens the kiss, almost continuing where you left off earlier. You gently guide him to the bed until the edge hits the back of his knees, causing him to fall back.
You hike your dress up so you can climb over him and straddle him. Starting on his neck, you suck and kiss on his delicate flesh, leaving light pink marks. You then start unbuttoning his shirt, taking your time with it. As each button gets undone and his chest gets revealed, you place a soft kiss on his smooth skin. You give some extra attention to his scars as you come across each of them. He's always been self conscious of them, but you always tell him you like how it reminds you how rugged he can be. There have been times you've imagined what it could have been like to have met Will while he was still in the military, thinking about your man in uniform.
The scars are also reminders of how far he's come, his life experiences marked on his body. He's told you how he earned each and every one of them. Some are from protecting the country, some are a result of being careless as both a man and boy, and then there's the most recent one still so prominent on his lower abs. It's been so long, but he's got a constant reminder of one of the things that haunt him the most. You give it a tender kiss before continuing down his body.
When you reach his belt, you tug on his shirt until it gets untucked. Will looks down at you as you continue making your way down to undress him. He takes in an audible sharp breath and his abs tighten when you brush your lips on it. You look up at him and keep eye contact as you lower yourself, following his faint blonde trail until your knees touch the floor.
"Babe, wait."
Will quickly grabs a pillow and places it on the floor in front of you.
"I don't want you to hurt your knees," he tells you.
"Always so considerate, even when it comes to getting a blowjob," you chuckle.
"I always want you to be comfortable, especially when you're giving me a blowjob."
The pad of his thumb brushes against your cheek.
You reach for his belt and slide the leather out of the buckle. You can feel his erection growing as it brushes up against your palms. Once you have his fly undone, you grab the top of his pants and boxer briefs, gently but firmly pulling them down. He tilts his hips up and his thick cock springs out. Will groans when you give attention to the creases where his leg and crotch meets, kissing and licking the delicate spots, causing his cock to twitch. When you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, you run the tip of your tongue from the bottom to the top of his shaft. His blue eyes twinkle as he watches you kiss and lick him up and down.
"God, you're so fucking sexy," he growls. âHow did I get so lucky?â
He cups your cheek as you take him into your mouth, making him hiss. Satisfied with his reaction, you're encouraged to go deeper. You relax your throat and push down further until you feel your gag reflex a hair trigger away from bringing your dinner back up.
"You don't have to do that, babe," he says, sensing your hesitance. "I appreciate you trying though."
You keep eye contact as you continue to suck on him, hollowing out your cheeks when you pull back. Will takes in a sharp breath watching himself disappear deep into your warm and wet mouth again until he taps the back of your throat. He fists your hair and grunts.
âFuck,â he whispers. "Baby, you keep this up, I'm going to cum in your mouth.â
Taking that as a sign of encouragement, you move up and down on him, sliding him in and out between your lips.
"You want that, don't you?" he teases.
You pull his cock out of your mouth with a pop and slurp up the drool that dribbles down your bottom lip and corners of your mouth.
"It has been a while, huh?â you ask while licking him like a lollipop.
âYou really want me to cum in your mouth?â He asks genuinely after studying your face for a moment, thumbing the apple of your cheek.
âHmâŚâ You take a moment to consider it. âNah ah, Iâm not done with you yet.â
You start to pull the rest of his bottoms down until theyâre down to his ankles.
âScoot back,â you command as you slip his trousers and boxers off his feet, leaving him in his dress shirt and crew socks.
As he follows your instructions, you stand up from between his legs and hike up your dress. You then crawl over him, straddling him again along the way, and lean down to kiss him. He eagerly kisses back as his hands grip your hips and then slide back to your ass.
As you continue to make out, Willâs hands move further down, teasing the hem of your dress until he slips his hands up under. He pushes the dress up as his palms press into your skin until he finds your ass again, this time bare and giving it a big squeeze. You grind down on him as his hips thrusts up, rubbing your covered slit against his hard cock.
Willâs fingers find their way between your legs, making you twitch when he lands on your wet opening beneath the thin fabric. He teases you, rubbing slow small circles, coaxing out your arousal. You moan into his mouth when you feel his fingers putting gentle pressure, threatening to penetrate you. Your hips start rolling, wanting more, but he just proceeds to tease you.
You continue to rock against him, but break the kiss. With noses touching, you gaze into his eyes, intentionally dragging your damp panties up and down his length. A sudden gasp escapes you when Will plunges his middle finger inside you. You bite your lower lip and push back as he pumps into you.
Taking back control, you reach down and lightly run your fingernails along his hard cock.
âYouâre driving me crazy, baby,â he pants. His lust-filled eyes turn darker as you wrap your fingers around him and stroke.
Will dips another finger in as he thrusts into your hand. You stifle a moan and after a few moments, finally end the torture. Hopping off of him once more, you do a quick strip tease, unzipping your dress first and then pulling down the straps off your shoulders before shimmying out of it, letting it pool at your feet. The whole time you are amused by your husband who is watching while jerking himself. Tonight you wanted to make it all about him and to boost his ego, but somehow he always manages to boost yours even in the smallest ways.
Since heâs enjoying the show, you take your time stripping off your lingerie set. You turn around to show your backside and then unhook your bra. Coyly looking over your shoulder, you pull your bra off and toss it aside. With your arms crossed over your breasts, you turn to face him again. You release your arms, letting your breasts hang freely, to finally slide your thong off your hips and letting them fall to the floor.
Returning to the position you were before, you straddle him and grab his rock hard erection, guiding it to your aching pussy. You rub the tip against your dripping opening, coating it with your lubrication.
âBabeâŚâ Will croaks.
When youâre ready, you finally sink down onto him and he lets out a guttural moan, your own voice joining his as he fills you up. With your palms on his chest, you start moving up and down, riding him slowly at first to get adjusted. You then bear down, sitting as deep as you can. You stay still to really soak in the fullness as he stretches you out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, drawing another guttural noise from the back of Willâs throat.
âI can stay like this forever,â you groan.
After getting accustomed to his size, you start moving up and down again, but only giving him short strokes, teasing just the tip. Willâs shaky breath hitches. You watch him as you continue the torture, seeing how he reacts to every move. Feeling yourself clench from all that teasing, you sink down further again, deep down, letting him stretch you out in all directions. Will reaches for your breasts and massages them while teasing your nipples, making your hips twitch.
âMm, you feel so good,â you tell him.
You then start rocking back and forth, feeling it out and finding the perfect position and rhythm. It doesnât take long for you to do as youâve done this probably literally hundreds of times. Your hips move a little quicker, but not quite enough. Drawing out the tease, you move up and down on him, only letting the head penetrate you before sinking down all the way again, repeating the movements.
Getting impatient, Will grips your hips and keeps you still after you envelope him again, and thrusts up to push himself even deeper. Bracing yourself on his chest feeling his muscles flex under your palms, you let him take over for a bit. He pounds into you from beneath, with so much force youâre practically bouncing on his lap. You help him out by rocking against him. His hands glide behind you and he squeezes your ass, pumping up inside of you.
When he bottoms out, you take the reins again, repositioning yourself so youâre squatting over him. Itâs one of his favorite views, watching you spread open for him as he disappears inside you. You slip him back inside and place your hands on his chest for support. Slowly at first, you start bouncing on him. As you pick up speed, youâre quickly reminded your knees arenât what they used to be.
âOkay, this mightâve been a bad idea,â you laugh as you shift your weight behind you to ease the pressure on your knees and balance yourself.
âI got you, baby.â
Will grips the bottom of your thighs to assist you in dismounting him, but finding yourself in this new sexy position, you start carefully bouncing on him again with your weight mostly on your hips and arms, and with Willâs help, itâs effortless. From the twinkles in his eyes, you can see how mesmerized he is by whatâs in front of him.
His hand wanders between your legs and his thumb brushes over your clit, spreading your arousal all around and making your elevated hips stutter. You are getting slicker as your orgasm starts quickly building.
âMm, look at you, my sexy little mama.â
There he goes again with the ego stroking. You start moving a little faster and Will matches your rhythm, getting his second wind and thrusting up again. In the midst of the excitement, he slips out of you and you nearly crush his cock and balls.
âWhoopsie!â
âAre you okay?â he chuckles.
You nod and attempt to reposition yourself.
âCome here.â
He offers you his hands and you take them. He pulls you up towards him so youâre properly straddling him again with your knees planted on each side of his torso as your body prefers. After pulling you against his chest and stealing a kiss from you, he flips you onto your back and then practically tears his shirt off, tossing it on the floor. He props himself with his tattooed forearms, each of them on either side of your head. His head dips down to latch onto the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. He then makes his way down and pulls one of your nipples between his teeth, gently tugging on it and swirling his tongue around it.
You sigh as you gyrate against him. His attention turns to the other one, but only briefly. His knees spread your legs wider as he settles in the space, reaching down to align his cock with your opening. He shoves himself deep into you and you grab onto his broad shoulders as he drives into you over and over again. Your gut gets tighter with each stroke so you wrap your legs around his waist and start moving with him.
"You know, you keep complaining youâre getting older, but you sure don't fuck like you are,â you compliment.
Feeling encouraged, he hooks his elbows behind your knees and nearly folds you in half. The new position forces you to release his shoulders and allows him to penetrate you even deeper. Your eyes roll back when he hits your g-spot.
"I still can't believe you're my wife sometimes, even after all these years,â Will tells you, then leans down to capture your lips, slowing his hips for a moment to really savor the kiss.
He picks up the pace and slams into you with purpose. You clench up and instinctively find his hands which are planted beside your head. A few of your fingers hook onto his and you hold on as you chase your release.
âCome on, baby. I know youâre getting close.â
You start to unravel as he continues to pound into you. A cry shoots out of you and one leaves Will shortly after as you both come together. He doesnât stop moving against you until your orgasms subside, slowing down to a halt.
He collapses on top of you to catch his breath. After a minute or so, he leaves a tender kiss on your forehead before rolling off of you. You turn to him to lay on his chest and he wraps an arm around you. The two of you remain silent as you let your hearts come back down to resting rate.
âYou know, there is one thing I do enjoy about growing older,â he starts as his fingers caress your spine.
âOh yeah? What?â You ask, cuddling against his chest.
âThat Iâm doing it with you.â
He looks down at you to meet your rolling eyes, but your already glowing face brightens up even more.
âWe should implement a date night every Friday. How does that sound?â He asks.
âThat sounds wonderful,â you answer with a wide lazy grin.
âI love you so much.â
Before you can respond, Will cranes his neck and lays a passionate kiss on you while pulling you in closer to his body where you remain to have a lazy post-bliss make out session.
A/N:Â I am anticipating maybe five more chapters of this. That might be overshooting but I haven't fleshed out the ending ending yet.
Rating:Â T
Word Count:Â 1,537
Pairing:Â Jax Teller x F! reader
Plot:Â This takes place shortly after Tara leaves Charming. You start working at Teller-Morrow and an unlikely and messy relationship forms between you and Jax.
Warnings:Â mentions of emotional abuse?
Your carâs been acting up again. There is something rattling but other than that, the car seems to be running okay. No concerning lights are on, on the dashboard. You make a note to have someone check it out for you at TM tomorrow while youâre at work. Right now, you just need to make it home from school.
As youâre waiting at a red light, you feel and hear a motorcycle rumbling nearby. Instinctually, you look around for it and see one pulling up into the intersection perpendicular to you. Your stomach drops when you see Jax with a woman hugging him tightly from behind. Jax looks over his shoulder with a big smirk on his face. She leans in to kiss him and he kisses back.
*HOOOOOONK*
The person behind you leans on their horn, startling you and breaking Jax and his passenger apart. You floor it, hoping you can speed past them and he wouldnât recognize you. Before Jax could realize what all the commotion is about, the woman distracts him again, pulling his attention back to her.
***
You havenât talked to Jax since Sunday night and youâre still not sure what was bothering him, but you have a suspicion. He thinks heâs so complex and mysterious, but youâve learned his habits and his antics are getting old really quick.
âHey Ope, can you please get someone to take a look at my car? Itâs making a weird noise.â
âUh, sure. Iâll have Jax take a look,â Opie replies.
âJax is shit at fixing cars,â you tell him. âCan you get Kai to do it instead?â
âI donât know. We have a pretty tight schedule today.â
âExcuse me?âJax strolls in from behind you and Opie. âOh, please, Kai doesnât know what to do with a car like yours.â
âIâm sure Kai can fix a goddamn spaceship if they existed,â you scoff at him.
Jax looks back at you for a moment with furrowed brows.Â
âWhat the hell? Is it that time of the month or something? Why the fuck are you copping an attitude with me?â He steps up to you.
Your eyes widen and a chuckle slips out of you.
âAre you serious? First off, fuck you. Secondly, you have the nerve to act like you werenât acting strange Sunday night? You barely said bye to me before leaving,â you tell him.
âI told you, I wasnât feeling well,â Jax shoves his hands into his pockets of his coveralls and shrugs.
Opie starts backing away and disappearing in the background without saying a word. This is no longer about your car and he doesnât want to be involved.
âOh, really? You must have felt much better yesterday having a little joyride with your newest thrill of the week,â you reply.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Jax shakes his head and shrugs. He didnât even blink.
âJax, you can cut the bullshit. I saw you and that blonde yesterday, making out at the red light!â
Jax shifts his weight, his eyes redirect themselves to the concrete ground.Â
âWere you upset on Sunday because of what Luann asked me? About me staying or leaving for a new school?â you ask with arms crossed.
Jax lets out an exasperated sigh as he shifts his weight back to his other feet, looking away from you. His jaw twitches.
âAnd is that also why you went and buried your dick in someone else again?â
He scoffs, a smirk playing on his face.
âI donât know if you did it to try to hurt me and put distance between us or if itâs your way to cope with your feelings, but if Iâm going to be your girlfriend, this canât keep happening,â you state.
âGirlfriend?â he chuckles and finally makes eye contact with you again. âWhereâd you get that crazy idea from?â
You look back at him confused. You know the two of you technically never made it official, but heâs acting like you both didnât have a conversation about it the other day.
âOh, do you mean what we talked about last week? I didnât ask you to be my girlfriend. I asked if you wanted to be my girlfriend,â he continues.Â
âAnd I thought you were supposed to be the smart one,â he sneers.
You want to slap that smug look off his face.
âYou must think your pussy is that special, huh?â he laughs.
This isnât new to you. Itâs all flowers and hand holding one day and then completely ghosting you the next. The constant back and forth, giving and taking, making you feel loved and then making you feel undeserving. And in all that, the real winner is blaming it all on you. Itâs always your fault. You should have known better. Why did you piss him off? Look what you made him do. But youâre not going to let the responsibility fall on you for this one. Not this time.
âFuck you, Teller!â You growl and stalk away.
***
After clocking out, you walk out to the parking lot, you find Jax leaning on the driverâs side of your car having a smoke. You walk towards it and stop at a comfortable distance and glare at him. He notices you and pushes himself off your car. Itâs been about a week of silent treatment from the both of you since the falling out.
âHey,â Jax greets and then tosses his cigarette.
âHey,â you reply flatly.
âCan we talk?â
âAbout?â you huff with crossed arms.
âCan we do this somewhere private?â His mouth twists.
You look at him, thinking about what you want to do.
âWe can swing by and pick up some sandwiches,â he suggests with the slightest smile playing on his lips.
âJax, I donât know ifââ
âIâm sorry for all the shit I said to you last time. You didnât deserve that,â he cuts you off.Â
You are a bit thrown off by his apology.Â
âDid your moral compass steer you in the right direction again?â you ask sarcastically, wondering if he realized his behavior all on his own.
âHuh?â he asks, his brows knitted.
âOpie. I still donât know how so completely different people are best friends,â you comment, your guard lowering a bit. âI donât know if you realize he helps you out a lot.â
âYeah, heâs a real one,â he nods, flashing a small smile. âThatâs why heâs going to be my VP when the gavel gets passed down to me.â
âBut no,â he shakes his head and then takes a step closer to you. âI know I fucked up and said some really fucked up things.â
He cautiously reaches out for your waist and pulls you in.
âI miss you.â
He leans in to kiss you, but you give him a gentle push, stopping him.
âNo, Jax. Thatâs not how this works,â you tell him. âYou canât just do whatever you want, then apologize and assume everything is all good again.â
âWhat do you mean?â he asks, pulling back a bit.Â
âIâm tired of getting punished for whatever Tara did to you,â you tell him. âAnd your jealousy problems especially when Iâm not even your girlfriend.â
You notice a tick in his jaw.Â
âYou want to know what happened with me and Tara? Fine, Iâll tell you,â he states.
He gestures his head towards the clubhouse. You hesitate but then follow him. You and Jax end up on the roof where the two of you can have some privacy.
âTara was the first girl I fell in love with and she broke my fucking heart when she left,â he starts to explain. âI really thought we were going to have this fairytale ending, just me and her against the world. Sheâd be my old lady while I run the club and weâd pop out a few kids, get a dog, white picket fence, the whole thing.â
He pauses, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
âShe even talked about wanting to provide the life for our future children that she never got growing up but wanted. Her mom died when she was young, and her dad became a drunk. Still is, actually. I was going to take care of her, but it wasnât good enough for her.â
He gently shakes his head as his jaw flexes again and a snarl starts forming.Â
âTara had nobody! I opened up my home, my club, my heart to her and how did she thank me? By leaving!â He barks.
âYou have nobody!â your ex threw in your face. âWithout me, youâd be nothing but a sad, pathetic little girl.â
âI wanted to hurt you before you could hurt me,â he confesses. âAnd thatâs not fair to you.â
So the man does have a conscience and can be self-aware. You wonder what changed.
âIâm sorry.â He looks over at you and puts his hand over yours, squeezing gently.Â
âIâm sorry, too. That you went through that heartache,â you sympathize.
âCan you forgive me?â
He seems sincere, but youâre taking it all in with a big grain of salt. Youâve heard this song and dance before too many times.
âOkay,â you finally nod and a smile splays across Jaxâs face.
A/N:Â I am spoiling you guys lol. Another chapter already?!
Rating:Â T
Word Count:Â 1,223
Pairing:Â Jax Teller x F! reader
Plot:Â This takes place shortly after Tara leaves Charming. You start working at Teller-Morrow and an unlikely and messy relationship forms between you and Jax.
Warnings:Â Jax being Jax
You called Teller-Morrow but they currently donât have anyone available to tow your car nor do they have an ETA. They told you the MC is away taking care of MC business so you canât even get a hold of Jax. You want to curse Opie for letting a mechanic other than Kai take a look at your car. They only put a bandaid instead of actually fixing it. Letting out a heavy sigh as you search through your purse for another quarter for the pay phone, you find a slip of paper with a phone number on it.
âThank you for picking me up,â you say to Will as you get in his car..
âDonât worry about it. Itâs a good thing you called before I left my house,â Will says. âYou would have been stranded here.â
âI mean, I probably could have taken the bus or walked,â you chuckle.
âWhat about your car?â
âThe manager at the market said I can leave my car in his lot until I can get it towed. Heâs a really nice guy,â you answer. âI really appreciate you going out of your way,â you smile at him. âI really owe you.â
âDonât worry about it,â he tells you as he starts his car. âBut um⌠I wouldnât mind dinner. Just you and me?â
âI⌠â you start, your gut doing somersaults having to say the next sentence. âIâm sorry Will, youâre very sweet, but I⌠Iâm kinda, sorta seeing someone right now.â
Since being with Jax, youâve never told him you had been seeing someone on and off because you really didnât know where you and Jax stood. You had no reason to mention him to Will.
âOh,â he replies, surprised. He pulls out of the parking spot and starts driving off. âWell, where is he? Why isnât he helping you?â
âHeâs⌠heâs working right now.â
âItâs okay. We can still have dinner, right? As friends?â Will asks.
âI⌠guess we can.âÂ
âBut only if youâre comfortable with that,â he clarifies. âAnd if it makes you feel better, we can do lunch instead, at the school cafeteria. Doesnât matter to me where,â he shrugs.
âOkay,â you chuckle and smile at him. Your thumping heart starts to slow down as you were half expecting him to react poorly to your rejection, even though heâs never shown any signs of being aggressive.Â
As he continues to drive to your auntâs house to drop you and your groceries off, the two of you have engaging conversations about class and other things including swapping funny stories. In the middle of you telling something that happened at an MC party, you get interrupted.
âWait, are you⌠are you dating Jax Teller?â Will asks, his eyes suddenly opening wide as saucers.
âYeah, do you know him?â you ask curiously.
âI mean, not personally but Iâve heard things. Charming is a small town and he has a reputation,â he looks over at you. âAnd not a good one.â
âHeâs a little rough around the edges, but he⌠he can be sweet when he wants to,â you tell him.
âJust be careful,â he warns.Â
âI know heâs in a motorcycle club, but heâs not dangerous if thatâs what you mean,â you explain. âHeâs just going through some things, you know?â
Will doesnât need an itemized receipt of all the issues you have with Jax so you keep it vague.
âIâm not trying to tell you who to date,â he replies as he pulls up to the curb in front of your house. âIâm just saying, just be careful.â
âI appreciate your concern, Will, but heâs not as terrible as you mightâve heard,â you tell him as you unbuckle your seatbelt. âThough Iâm not sure what youâve heard.â
âIf you say so,â he shrugs. âOh, let me help you with the groceries.â
Will quickly unbuckles his belt as you step out of the car. He opens the back seat to grab a few bags as you do the same. After he helps you bring the groceries inside, you walk him back to his car.
âAgain, thank you so so much for all your help,â you tell Will.
âNot a problem at all,â he reminds you as you both make your way back to his car.
A motorcycle engine roars louder as it whizzes down the block, slowing down when it reaches your house. You both watch the Harley pull up next to Willâs car thatâs blocking the driveway. Jax hops off the bike and makes his way towards you and Will.
âWhat the hell is he doing here?â Jax asks with a snarl on his face.
âItâs nice to meet you too,â Will greets sarcastically.
âShut the fuck up!â Jax steps up to Will but you step in between them.
âJax, stop it! My car shitted out on me and Will helped me out,â you explain, stepping in between them.
âOf all people, you called him?â Jax looks at you while pointing to Will.
âNo one at TM could help me and I didnât know where the fuck you were!â you reply.Â
Jax just shakes his head as his jaw ticks.
âI was out doing grown up shit, earning. Not still in school like children.â His eyes bores into Willâs.Â
âWhat are you even doing here?â you ask him.
âWhen I got back to the clubhouse, I was told you called about your car and I didnât know where the hell to find you so this was the first place I tried,â he answers, turning back to you. âBut I didnât think Iâd find this fucking nerd walking out of your house. Did you go suck him off? Return the favor? Did it to get back at me?â
âYou know, youâre really fucking rude!â Will defends, stepping a bit closer.Â
âI wasnât talking to you, asshole!â Jax tries to get in Willâs face but you put a stop to it.
âWhat the fuck, Jax?â You see Mr. Hyde is making his appearance again.
âWill,â you turn to him for a moment. âThank you for the ride. I will see you next week at school.â
âIâm not gonna leave you alone here with this prick,â Will tells you without breaking the staring contest heâs having with Jax.
âIâll be fine,â you assure him.
Will continues to stare Jax down, not budging.
âPlease!â You plead with him.
Jax lounges at Will and you stop him. Will hops back with his hands up.
âGet the fuck out of here before I put you in a body bag!â
âWill, please, just go! Iâll call you later!â You urge once more.
âLike hell you are!â Jax turns to you.
âYou know what? You need to go, Jax.â
âAre you serious right now?â He looks at you with deep furrowed brows.
âThank you for coming to check on me and my car, but Iâm good,â you add, crossing your arms.
His jaw ticks as he continues to stare you down.
âYouâre really gonna choose him over me?â His leathered glove points to Will.
âIâm choosing myself over you,â you simply reply.
With that, Jax shakes his head as he hops back on his bike. He gives you two one last staredown before taking off. You let out a shaky breath that youâve been holding as the adrenaline still pumps through you.
warnings: explicit content minors dni! 18+ (mxf, lil splash of dirty talk, first time together?) swearing, mentions of canon typical violence
a/n: based on this request from the lovely @lemon-world1 you know iâd write whatever you give me okay <3
âFrank.â You breathe out at the sight of him. Heâs the last person you would have thought would be on your doorstep. You thought⌠you could have sworn on your life that yesterday would have been the last time youâd ever see him.
It broke something in you, but it was for the best.
Your work was over. Whatever you did or didnât have with him, all the late night stake outs and crammed car rides, it had to end when your business did. You both knew that. You didnât live lives that were compatible with indulging the warmth he gave you every time he looked at you like he did.
Like he was right now.
Heâs panting like he ran here, cropped hair sticking to the side of his face. Rain drips off his nose, slips over the healed cut on his cheek. You remember how he got it, how his blood splattered across your face and how you screamed his name. It was the first time you realised you needed him, that little scare.
âWhat are you doing here?â You manage to speak, but heâs not said a word. Heâs just breathing hard, both hands gripping the edge of your doorframe, eyes boring into you. Heâs so tall, he always looks down on you. Usually it doesnât bother you, but right now you feel small. Like prey, waiting to be hunted down and torn apart. Thatâs how intense he is sometimes, and itâs impossible not to be sucked into it.
He steps into your apartment, and you step back to give him the room. Your eyes flutter, confusion and temptation swirling in a sudden battle in your stomach. This was not smart. You were a lone wolfâ you worked alone. Thatâs how you survive.
You should tell him to leave.
Now.
His hand slips over yours, gently, to where your holding the door open. He takes over, and shuts it behind him. Your hand follows it, and when the lock clicks your fate shut, his hand doesnât let yours go.
âFrank.â You say again, weaker this time. He lets his hand wander higher on your arm.
âI thought about it.â He says, his voiced dry and strained.
âThought about what?â
âYou. Iâm always fuckinâ thinking about you.â He shakes his head, like heâs mad at himself for it.
You understand. You canât get him out of your head, either.
âIâm not lettinâ you leave.â Frank says as he steps closer to you, and meets no resistance when you let him tug your hips closer to his. Despite the rain, heâs warm on your body, lighting up all the pieces of you that heâs made his own. âDonât go.â
âI have toâ our job is done here. Thisââ You gesture between the both of you, where your chests nearly touch ââ this has to be done, too. We put everyone in danger if I stay.â
âI donât give a fuck.â He nearly growls it out. You bite your lip to stop a smile, his hands moving up to dance along your ribcage. He drops your eyes and scans your body, drawing along the line where the two of you meet. âI canât let you go.â
âI donât want to let you go, either. But what aboutââ
âIâll figure it out. Just tell me youâll stay with me.â His eyebrows furrow on his hardened face, and you want to smooth the lines of him. To take the tension out of his face like you know you can.
His words pull your heartstrings. You know you sacrifice everything, put everyone in danger if the two of you risk being seen together. But⌠the feeling of his hands along your body, the way his head dips and leaves a trail of zapping warmth along your jaw as he softly drags his mouth along your skin, tasting you. You couldnât say no to him. You wouldnât dream of it.
âStay with me.â He calls to you again, and youâre already nodding when he claims your mouth and kisses you deep.
It moves quickly. Itâs hard and fast, the way he scoops you up and wraps your legs around his hips. He spins you around, your apartment suddenly foreign to you as you get lost in the tangle of his tongue on yours. Things clatter and smash as he shoves you onto the nearest table, pressing your back to the wall. He groans when your hips roll against him, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth.
He grabs at your hips, your sides, your faceâ any part of you close enough to hold and pull closer is covered by his claiming hands. You drag your fingers through his wet hair, dragging the tips of your nails over his scalp. He groans again, muffling the sound against you as he starts to bruise your neck with his wandering mouth. You let your head fall back, feeling him suck at the skin under your jaw.
You want him to do it harder. More noticeable. You want people to knowâ you were his. Fuck everyone else, fuck safety. This was worth burning the world to the ground. His teeth nip at the sensitive skin, smoothing an apology with a warm kiss, and you moan his name.
âFrank.â The room echos it back to you, and you move again. Frank lifts you, attaching his mouth back to yours and encouraging the slow roll of your hips in his hands. Heâs cupped your ass completely, gripping the flesh and slipping his hands under your shorts so he can touch more of you.
He was greedy like this. Always wanting more, wanting you to bare nothing to him. It was impossible to be insecure with himâ he bathed every inch of your skin in adoration, whether it be with his mouth, his fingers or the rest of him. He was obsessiveâ hungry for it, and most of all he was fucking insatiable.
He lets your ass hit the cool marble of the kitchen counter, tugging the shorts down your bare legs as he kisses you deeper. He throws the scraps of material as far away as he can, like the further he throws it the longer youâll be like this in front of him. Naked from the waist down, spread and warm in front of him. Just for him.
âFuck, youâre gorgeous.â He mumbles against you, then one of his hands pushes your chest back. You catch yourself with your forearms, giving you a perfect view of Frank dropping to his knees and burying himself between your legs.
The moan you let out at the indulgent lick of his mouth through your folds is drowned out by his own. He hooks his arms around your body, letting your legs lock him in, and you feel the soft brush of his hair against your inner thighs as he drops lower, then comes back up.
He leaves no part of you without the pleasure of his mouth, messily fucking you open with his tongue like heâd fade away without the taste of you committed to memory. His lips wrap around your clit, and you feel the satisfied grin he gets when you cry out and shudder. He grips your thighs harder to keep you right where he wants you, and your eyes roll back into your head just as he looks up at you.
Itâs too muchâ the skilled movements of his tongue and mouth against you. He knows you too well, knows exactly how to get you off in either the quickest or longest way. If he wants to give it to you, he can do it in record time. If he wants to tease you, heâd know how to keep you in bed for hours. Days, if he wanted. But right now, he only wants one thing, and itâs the reason why heâs being so giving. So, so generous.
He wants you to stay.
You tug hard on his hair, feeling the vibrations of his groan rush through to your chest. Your heart beats faster and faster, the pounding in your ears blurring everything to a dull white. When you cum, he just gets faster, wanting to taste more of you, feel the way your legs shake and your fingers wrap through his short hair and your hips ride his face through the high.
His head moves with you, side to side, up and down, the sounds so pornographic you think your neighbours will most definitely call the cops, but you canât think enough to care. You scream his name, your body giving out and your back pressing flat against the countertop. Frank starts moving again when your breathing slows, the heat of his mouth kissing up your hip bones, leaving the mixed wetness of you and him along your skin and up your stomach.
âBaby⌠stay with me. Stay with me.â He tugs you closer, your legs dangling off the side. Heâs now got you face to face, nose pressing against yours. In your post-bliss haze, time slows a little. You let your eyes drift over his face, fingers slip like the raindrops down his cheeks, soft and gentle. âI want you. Stay.â
âIâll stay. Iâll stay.â You nod quickly, and kiss him hard. Your nose squishes his, and it only presses you closer when he wraps both his arms around your waist. You shuffle further on to the edge of the counter, and then your hands slip down further. âHere. Now.â
You had done a lot with Frank, but you hadnât broken this barrier. You hadnât crossed this final line, and you couldnât think of a better time than now. To prove to him that you were his, that you wanted this as badly as he did. You didnât know how to say it, but you could show him.
You undo his belt, and he just rests his hands on your hips and watches. Your deft fingers struggle just for a moment with the button, the watchful eye he gives you making you nervous. Your hands shake, and when you finally get them undone, he covers yours with his own.
âYou tell me what you want. You call the shots.â He notices your nerves, and puts the gun in your hand. Hands over control. You shove his boxers down just enough, mouth almost watering at the sight.
âI want you. I wantâŚâ Your hand trails over his length, hot and heavy in your hand, and he groans, head falling to your shoulder. âI want this.â
His hands fall away, resting on your hips again, thumbs tracing circles along the skin. You spread your legs wider, accommodating his massive frame, and you both gasp into each others mouths when the length of him presses against your wet heat.
He looks up at you, and leans closer, pressing his forehead against yours. He kisses you, an attempt to distract, and it works so quickly you almost forget the pain of him sliding into you. You cry out softly, but itâs lost in the taste of his mouth, and you can feel him holding himself back, too. His grip on your hips is tight, and he canât concentrate on kissing you when he bottoms out, instead pulling away and cursing.
âOh, fuck.â He growls, then dives back to your mouth. He doesnât move just yet, letting you get used to the stretch, but it doesnât take long until your wriggling on the counter top, wanting nothing more for him to move.
The pain dissipates, and when he rolls his hips back into you again, it disappears completely. Instead itâs replaced by a foreign bloom of pleasure, one that no one else has made you feel. Maybe itâs because none of them have held your heart in their hands like he does. This feels different, because it is different. Itâs terrifying and consuming you form the inside out, but it feels too good to stop, and you get lost in it before you can make sense of it.
âMore, Frank. Godâ I want more.â You moan into his ear, and he bites gently on your shoulder as he speeds the snap of his hips. He hits you deeper like this, your legs wrapped around his back so he canât get too far. Whatever you ask, he gives it to you ten-fold, so when you say you want more, he fucking delivers.
He drives into you, making you see stars with the approach of another rush of pleasure. One of your hands claws at his back, raking lines against the skin youâve dipped under his shirt to find. His muscles flex under your harsh touch, and he fucks you faster when he feels your nails scratch along him. You know he loves the marks as much as you doâ heâs yours as much as you are his, and he doesnât care if people know, either.
âYou feel so fâuhh-fucking good, baby. Fuck, I canât last.â His voice is more broken than youâve ever heard it, a scratchy sort of low growl as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. You canât find words beside the strangled moans he fucks from you, and you just lock your legs behind him in a silent plea.
Your arms dig into him as you cum again, and he only manages two more strong drives of his hips against yours before heâs cumming with you, the feeling of you tightening around him pushing him over the edge with you. He keeps his head buried against you as he cums, singing a broken chorus of your name.
He stays buried inside of you when he picks you up again, your head not fully clear as your arms wrap around his neck and keep him close. You donât know where heâs carrying you, and you think you donât care until your body hits the bedâ and then you sigh in relief.
Any tension that he didnât fuck out of you is gone when he keeps you on top of him, letting your head flop and body relax against him and the fuzzy comforter youâve chosen for the coldest nights in New York. His fingers push the fabric of your shirt up, and then dance along the line of your spine. The light sensation gives you goosebumps, and brings you back to reality, one that is almost as blissful as the dreams youâve had.
âYouâll stay.â He says after a while, and you manage a nod. Just one, but itâs enough, a hum of satisfaction vibrating through his chest. When he wraps his arms around you, you drift into sleep, knowing youâd do whatever he asked.
A/N:Â I started writing this a long while ago but have been sitting on it because I was still trying to figure out the end game (I still am) but I'm a little closer and I think however this series ends, this chapter I think is still solid for what it is so I finally finished it. This I think gives more insight of the reader character than her relationship with Ray. Title and chapter inspired by "Rich Girl Mood" by Dounia and Kehlani (YT link below)
Rating: T
Word Count:Â Â 3,294
Pairing:Â Raymond Smith x F!reader
Plot:Â Another year, another birthday party.
Contains:Â angst, recreational drug use, hurt, jealousy, light mentions of D/s relationship, collars, cursing
After your cryfest in your car, you cleaned yourself up and went in to see your parents briefly and sort of lied about a missing pair of shoes. You then feigned looking in your old bedroom which has become a bit of a storage closet for you. You also act surprised when they hand you the gift box Ray mentioned. You told them you would send Mickey and Ray a thank you card.
You're now back at your flat staring at the big Tiffany blue box while stuffing your face with your favorite pastries from Astrid's Cafe and Bakery. You put the mostly eaten slice of cake down and pull the shiny black ribbon loose. Of course it feels so soft. Ray probably spent a good quid on the ribbon alone. You wouldn't be surprised if it was made of actual silk. Only he would do something so extra.
You take a deep breath and finally lift the lid. This asshole even took the time to wrap your things in tissue paper? You roll your eyes and huff. You grab the small cream-colored envelope sitting on top of the neatly and carefully folded white delicate sheets. You flip the envelope open and pull the card out.
Hi love,
I hope this letter finds you well. I figured you'd eventually want your things back, especially your shoes. I know they were one of your favorites. I even took the time to polish them for you since last time you had scuffed them. There are some things in here that I also thought you should have as I have no more use for them.
Take care,
Ray
You gently tear open the tissue paper and as expected, you find your heels looking shiny as new. You see what else is inside the box and find a few things like your toothbrush, toiletries and some clothing, neatly folded and stacked in true Ray fashion. You know he had your clothes washed, dry cleaned and pressed as well, including the outfits he picked out for you. You look through them and choke up a little seeing your collars carefully placed between the perfectly folded clothing. They're all there, including his favorite, the one with a little bell on it. You tilt your head curiously when you find a small velvet box. The rock in your belly is creeping back in. You stare at it for a moment before reaching for it. You nervously grip the box between your fingers as you take your time flipping the lid open. You let out the breath you'd been holding when you don't see a ring, but instead you feel your heart breaking all over again seeing your day collar. The same one you ripped off your neck and threw at him.
Your eyes blur up for the millionth time today and you swipe your fingers over them. In the corner of your eye, you notice another envelope sticking out from under the clothes. You reach for it and pull it out. Flipping it around, you notice it's completely unmarked. You open it and pull out two business class plane tickets to Greece. Confused, you look in the envelope again and find a folded piece of paper. You pull it out and open it up.
I had planned to whisk you away for a week for your birthday, but I can't use these anymore so I thought maybe you can. Enjoy your birthday, my love.
-Ray
This isn't fair. This isn't fucking fair. Not fair to you, not fair to Ray. You don't know how much more your heart can take.
***
Over the next few weeks, you go on a date or two with Fred just to get out of your flat. You've been sulking and comfort eating and sniffing Ray's cardigan long enough. The dates were fun, but if you're honest with yourself, while Fred is a really nice guy, he just doesn't do it for you romantically. You had to be upfront with him as you didn't want to string him along. He deserved to know the truth, but thankfully he took it with ease and understood. You did invite him to your birthday party though and you know someone who would actually pair real well with him. You usually don't play matchmaker, but you think you've got this one in the bag.
Speaking of birthday parties, you just wanted something small but your parents insisted on throwing something for their only child. They do this every year, but you let them because you know it's really just an excuse for them to throw a fancy party to show off to their fancy friends. You know after the first hour or two of greeting people you either don't know, don't remember or haven't seen since you were a wee child, you're going to disappear into the garden shed to get sloshed on expensive liquor and smoke the best weed in all of England with your closest friends like you did when you all were younger. Growing up around so much money, you've always hated the posh snobby kids who thought they were too good for anyone, but you have a small group who were never like that and you always stayed close to them. Everyone else at the party can fuck off and freeload on the booze and food.
You do a once over glance in the mirror to check your makeup and hair. Your hand touches your bare neck and after a moment, you get up from your vanity chair and slip on your heels and smooth out your sickeningly expensive dress. It clings on to your every curve and dip. Thatâll sure get some lookers. You still feel like something is missing though.
"Darling, are you ready? Guests are waiting!"
"I'll be right out, mummy!" you shout back.
You quickly go through your overnight bag and pull out a box. You open it up and look at the jewelry for a moment before putting it on, then take one final look in the mirror and you're satisfied with what you see. It doesnât hold meaning anymore, although itâs sentimental to you, but it has always comforted you, feeling it snug around your neck. It was like your security blanket. It made you feel safe because whenever you wore it, you always knew Ray was close by.
Ray dominating you wasnât just some kink. It wasnât just about being in control, or rather giving it up. Being his sub meant he would love you and protect you deeply. It was a shared bond. He brought you pleasure in so many ways and made you forget when you had a bad day, but most importantly, he made sure nothing can hurt you. You completely allowed your heart, body and soul to be delicately encased by his own design.
You take a deep breath and polish off the whiskey you've been nursing while getting ready before putting your face on for the crowd.Â
When you reach the bottom of the long grand staircase, youâre greeted by your parents and some people you donât recognize. You plaster on a smile and shake their hands, thanking them for coming. As you walk off to go greet more people, you grab a flute of champagne and down it, placing it back as quickly as you snatched it up when a server walks by with a tray. Youâre reminded why you hate these big parties.
You almost spit your champagne out when you spot Mickey and Ros. The nerve. Of course your parents invited them. You know Mickey only does anything if heâs getting something out of it so while it appears he gives a shit about your birthday and respecting your parentsâ cordial invitation, heâs probably rubbing elbows with people who can be potential partners. Wouldnât be surprised if heâs already negotiating and sealing deals while heâs here. You now wonder if Ray is somewhere around this giant house.
You walk over to the Pearsons to greet them with the least fake smile you can manage to put on.
âHi, Mickey.â
âHello, there. The woman of the hour!â Michael turns to you with a smile. âYouâve met my wife Ros, right?â
âYes, pleasure to see you again.â You and Ros greet each other with a kiss on the cheek. She might be the only one in his posse you actually donât mind. Her and Bunny. That gentle giant.
"Thank you both so much for coming!" You try to stretch out your smile but your facial muscles can only go so far.
"Happy birthday, love,â Ros smiles.
Although, you know Rosalind is probably on the up and up on what goes on in Mickey's world, including what happened with you and Ray. There is no way tea didn't get spilled on her.
"Thank you," you slightly bow your head. âHow are you doing? Business is going well I assume?â
âAh, letâs not talk about business. Weâre here as guests, not salesmen. How are you doing?â Mickey returns the attention to you.
âNo business? What a surprise,â you try to jab subtly. âIâm doing well, thank you.â
âSweetheart! Thereâs someone I want you to meet,â your mother suddenly comes out of nowhere.
âExcuse me,â you tell the Pearsons. "I hope you both enjoy yourselves.â
They nod at you before being whisked away by your mother.
***
After being introduced to a bunch of random people including some suitors, you sneak off into a secret side room to get a breather. You used to hide here a lot when you were younger when you wanted to isolate yourself when everything felt too overwhelming. Especially from these parties. It always felt so performative when you just wanted to be a kid and play with your friends, but you were expected to be prim and proper, until you were old enough to realize you didnât have to do any of this. You still remember those long boring etiquette classes and sometimes still use the wrong utensil on purpose as an act of rebellion.Â
You feel around your body and realize you left your joint and lighter in your bedroom. Letting out a heavy sigh, you savor another moment of silence before marching back out into the wild. As you make your way to your bedroom, you round the corner and smack right into a hard chest.
âOh my gosh, I am SOâŚâ You look up at the man and your voice dies.
"KittenâŚâ Ray gasps quietly to himself when he sees your day collar sitting against your neck.
You can't get away from this man now, can you? Ironically, it feels like you're actually seeing him more often than you did when you were together. Like muscle memory, you plaster your cookie cutter smile on your face and greet Ray and the woman standing next to him.
"Hi, Raymond." You mentally kick yourself for overdoing your enthusiasm.
"H-hi."
You never thought there'd be a day you'd make Ray all flustered and stumble over his words. Mr. Calm and Controlled, my arse.
"Didn't expect to see you here tonight, but thank you for coming," you say, still with your painful smile on your face. Youâre pretty sure itâs going to be permanent by the end of the night.
"Uh, just here for Michael," Ray quickly comments and nods. "Um, this isââ
âI know dear olâ Rebecca.â Both you and Rebecca greet each other with air kisses on each side of your faces. âHow are you? Havenât seen you in quite some time,â you tell her.
âIâm doing very well. My company nearly doubled its revenue last month so I canât complain,â she beams.
âYou mean your fatherâs company?â you clarify.
âYes, but he made me the president of the company a few months ago so itâs really mine too,â she explains. âHeâs retiring soon so Iâll be CEO any day now. Anyways, how are you? I donât really see you around much,â she shakes her head.
âOh, Iâm just always so busy,â you reply. Avoiding the lot of you. âI was actually thinking about taking a little trip to Mykonos next week. An unexpected birthday present.â
âI hear itâs fabulous this time of year,â Rebecca says. âAnd the men there are gorgeous.â
âReally?â you ask curiously. âI should probably go then.â You quickly glance over at Ray to see his reaction, seeing him shift uncomfortably.
You spot Fred in your peripheral vision and instantly grab his arm, pulling him in close to you.
âFreddy, love. You remember Raymond, right?â you ask him. You look back at Ray and can see his jaw ticking.
âOh, hey! Good to see you again, mate!â Fred puts his hand out and Ray reluctantly takes it and as soon as he does, Fred pulls him in for a hug. Ray grimaces and lightly pats Fred on the shoulder. There is some actual genuine joy behind your smile now.Â
âFreddy, darling! Itâs been ages!â Rebecca exclaims.
After Freddy pulls away, he greets Rebecca.
âBloody hell, Becca! When did you get so tall?âÂ
While they hug and catch up, you and Ray stare daggers at each other.
âWait, are you two datingââ Freddy starts but you interrupt him.
âUm, Freddy,â you loop your arm around his again. âI think Iâm ready forâŚâ you vaguely gesture your head, nodding in a general direction towards the garden.
âOh! Sure, yeah. Iâll meet you there after I stop by the loo,â Freddy says. âIt was nice seeing you both again. Excuse me,â he says to Ray and Rebecca before walking off.
âWell, hope youâre both enjoying the party,â you say, clapping your hands together. âExcuse me. I have something I need to do.â
You walk off, not even bothering looking back as you make your way to your bedroom.
***
âOh my gosh, Sophie, you have to tell that story about that time we pulled that prank on Litâle Henry. Remember Henry?â you laugh, after taking a puff and passing it to Fred.Â
âI donât think Antonia here has heard about this story.â You wink at Fred. You introduced Antonia to Fred and they seemed to be hitting it off really well.
ââEnry was a litâle shite. It wasnât a prank. It was revenge,â Sophie starts.
Sophie proceeds to tell the story about how a mutual friend kept getting bullied by Henry so the group of you teamed up to exact revenge on him. It was originally Fredâs idea but in the end he also took the fall for all of you. However, Henry never dared to bully anyone ever again.
âAnd Iâd do it again,â he boasts.
You were finally able to sneak off with your friends to go hide in the shed to have a party for yourselves. No pretending, no masks, no manners. Just laughs. For those few hours, you were able to actually enjoy your birthday. You canât remember the last time you had this much fun or laughed this hard.Â
âOh, fuck. I must have dropped my stash when I went to the toilet,â you say when you realize you canât find the spare joints you rolled up. âIâll be back. Iâll also get another botâle of wine.â
âLove, itâs your birfday. Get one of the servants to fetch it for ya,â someone jumps in.
âThey work for my parents, not me. Besides, I can use some fresh air,â you chuckle before bursting out of the shed.
As you cut through the long garden to make your way back into the house, you notice Ray pacing back and forth off to the side of the house while talking on the phone.
âYes, boss. I understand.â
When he hangs up, he looks up and sees you cautiously walking trying to avoid being seen. You nearly twist your ankle as you tiptoe around and miss a step but Ray quickly catches you instinctively. So much for trying to dodge him.
âAre you alright?â Ray asks, looking into your eyes.
You stare back for a few moments, breathless. It might be the weed and alcohol but you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and let him hold you and never let go, but your daydreaming gets interrupted.
âOh my! Looks like someoneâs had a bit to drink tonight. You always know how to throw a party,â Rebecca comments as she walks over. âRay, Iâll be back in a few. Need to powder my nose,â she winks before walking off inside the house.Â
You quickly remove yourself from Rayâs grip and straighten yourself out.
âAre you alright?â Ray repeats.
âIâm fine,â you reply and start heading towards the house.
âWait!â Ray takes a step in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.
âWhat is it, Ray?â You ask, now annoyed.
âJust so thereâs no misunderstanding, Rebecca and I are not together. Sheâs just here with her parents and itâs my job to keep her entertained while her parents and Michael have an informal meeting,â Ray tells you.
âRay, itâs really none of my business,â you shrug. "But I'm not surprised that's part of your job. I just hope she doesn't take it too hard when you're done with her and tell her to fuck off." You then try to maneuver around him but he side steps you.
âI know itâs none of your business but itâs important to me that you know. I donât want you to think Iâm trying to hurt you in any way because thatâs the absolute last thing I want,â Ray shakes his head, ignoring your snide comment. âI donât want to be at this boring party as much as I know you donât either.â
âOH!â Your eyebrows shoot up to your almost perfectly coiffed hairline. âIâm so sorry my party isnât dramatic enough for you.â You cross your arms under your breasts which are now accentuated by your arm placement.
Rayâs eyes begin to twitch as he realizes what he had said.
âNo, thatâs⌠thatâs not what I meantââ
âNo cunt to punch in the face. No damsel for you to save,â you say as you raise your arms above your head and wave them around.
âCan you please lower your voice? I was genuinely concerned for you. That cunt put his hands on you!â Ray snarls.
âItâs my fucking party so Iâll be as loud as I want!â
Ray looks around nervously to make sure they donât draw any attention.
âYou just canât go around punching every bloke who puts his hands on me! Youâre not my boyfriend anymore!â You push right past him with all your might and shoulder check him out of your way.
âWell, your actual boyfriend should have, but he left you all alone in a crowded pub full of drunk men!â Ray growls. âThat would have never happened with me. I would have protected you!âÂ
You stop in your tracks and twirl around.
âOh, please! You werenât protecting me. You just donât like seeing someone elseâs hands on me!â You walk up to him and poke your finger into his chest. âWhy do you even care so much? Youâre the one who broke up with me.â
âI still care about what happens to you,â Ray adjusts his glasses. âKittenâŚâ
You start shaking your head.
âJust because I canât love you the way I want to, the way we want to, it doesnât mean I automatically stop caring for you.â Rayâs face and voice softens.
âNo!â You growl into his face. You grunt out of frustration and rip your necklace off for the second time and throw it at him.
âI donât give a shit what you do with that. Just donât give it back to me.â You spin around and stomp away towards the house.
paring: Benny Miller x fem! reader; established relationship
warnings: suggestive themes, but nothing explicit
genre: fluff
a/n:
Benjamin Miller being the best boyfriend ever đ¤§â¤ď¸
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Right when he was about to leave to hang out with the guys, you put on your favorite red lipstick and kissed himâhis neck, his jaw, and his lips.
You wanted to do it as a jokeâa teasing.
It was one of the nights where the guys hung out together, to catch up, to reminisce, bully eachother playfullyâand whatever it is a band of brothers do usually.
His hand slides down to squeeze your ass as he deepened the kiss.
You pull away after few seconds, reminding him he had to leave or he would be late for it. But he tugs your waist, pulling you closer to him again.
"Babe, you are gonna be late," you manage to utter those words, your lips parting in a half moan, half sigh as he sucked on the sweet spot behind your ear. It was an excuse for yourself mostly. You knew if he continued, you won't be able to stop.
But his hands don't let you go. His fresh cologne, the hotness of his wet mouth on your tender skin was too much. His large hands slides up to cup your breasts under your top.
Your breath hitches in your throat. "Baby, I'm seriou-," you yelp slightly feeling the sharpness of his bite on your hot skin. You let an unrestrained moan.
Abruptly, he pulls away. It's definitely gonna leave a bruise.
Even though you told him to hurry and leave, you groan internally at the lack of...his touch at your proximity.
He has a knowing, satisfied smirk on his face. Satisfied with how much he has turned you on without uttering a single word.
That teasing bastard.
He turns around to leave.
"Wait, you have my lipstick on your face."
"No, the kiss stays on" he swats your hand playfully when you reached out to wipe your lipstick marks. His eyes glints with pride.
"They are gonna make fun of you-"
"I don't care, they know the rules. Let them see how much my girl loves me" he smiles down at you and tilts your face up by placing a finger under your chin.
My girl.
It doesn't matter how long you've been with Benny. Everytime he called you 'My girl', it melted your brain into warm goo.
He kisses you again, but this time without teasing you. It's quick, yet somehow it feels longer than three seconds to you.
Loving Benny Miller was exhilarating, yet calming and sweet.
You are always home with him. Isn't that what everyone yearns and strives for? To find a home in the one you love, a safe place to unravel and rest. To be yourself and let your every walls down, until you are nothing but the core of who you truly areâin all your imperfect, messy glory.
Loving him made you feel like teenagers in love, yet old married couple at the same time. That was Benny Miller to you.
You smile, watching him walk away with your scarlet marks on him, wearing them proudly.
He shuts the door.
Few seconds later you call out, with the urgency of life or death. "Baby!"
The door opens immediately, he stands at the door way, subtle panic and concern on his eyes. The lines on his forehead eases when he sees you are fine, "What's wrong?"
"I love you"
You breathe out, in relief, as if someone carried the deep, darkest secrets of the universe all their life and now they can breathe in peace.
His steel blue eyes softens, his lips curve upwards, easing into a sweet smile.
You wish your eyes could take pictures. You wish you could show everyone through your eyes to see him in the way your eyes didâwith adoration and love. But again, you are glad you are the only one who get to see him like that. Your Ben, your lover, your sweetheart, your everything.
If you were in a cartoon, you are pretty sure tiny hearts of pinks and reds would swirl around your head.
You walk towards him, and you stretch out your hands to touch the sides of face. You press your lips on his cheek. Another lip mark.
He lets you mark him with your ink of scarlet possesiveness and crimson love. "I love you too, darlin'." His voice is dangerously low, and sends your aching core throbbing. "Don't touch yourself till I come back," there it is, the charming, teasing smirk on his stupid, handsome face. "Or you'll be punished."
Don't say it. You really shouldn't say it. Well fuck it. You want to rile him up too. "Yes, daddy." You bat your lashes at him and smile sweetly. Two can play this game.
He groans. Something like frustration and lust flashes in his eyes. But he should meet up with the guys, which he starts to think if he really should or not.
With a smirk, you watch his bulge tent his pants. Before he could change his mind, you shove him out of the door with a light laugh.
"You saucy minx!"
You lock the door. "Tell the guys I said 'Hi'"
"You are cruel."
"I love you too!" you grin.
Oh, he cannot wait till he comes back and punish you for this.
A/N:Â This is a critical chapter and I'm happy with how this came out. The direction of where I need to take this to get to the end is getting clearer for me.
Rating:Â T
Word Count:Â ~1,900
Pairing:Â Jax Teller x F! reader
Contains:Â lots of cursing, mentions of abuse, insecurities, triggering moments, bonding moments
You hear a vehicle pull up to your house. You look out the window to make sure itâs him and sure enough, you recognize Gemmaâs car. No bike again. After checking yourself in the mirror one last time and grabbing your purse, you open the front door and youâre surprised to find Jax with his fist up, ready to knock on the door. What surprised you next is seeing him in a white button down shirt slightly too big on him with the top button open, baggy black jeans and of course, his white sneakers. At least his shirt is tucked in, but he could have left the flashy SAMCRO belt at home.
He notices you checking out his outfit and breaks the ice.
âYeah, yeah. I know, I know.â He nervously slicks his hair back. âCan you please not say anything about it? I feel like a fucking dork in this shirt. I borrowed it from Ope because I donât have anything formal.â
âYou look nice,â you compliment.
âDefinitely not as nice as you.â He looks you up and down, whistling while admiring the new dress.
Itâs probably the sexiest thing youâve ever worn. The spaghetti strap mini dress ends at the top of your thighs, flaring out slightly. You opted for thigh high socks, heeled loafers, a black velvet choker and minimal make up to tie the whole look.Â
âThank you.â You do a little curtsy.Â
***
He was right about the tablecloths, candles and all that romantic shit, but never in a million years did you think he was taking you to Dale & Contiâs Ristorante. Fancy doesnât even begin to describe this place. The fact that Jax was even able to get a reservation in itself is impressive.
While waiting by the host stand, you scan the place and itâs just as you remembered it. Dark wooden panels line the walls, booths are upholstered with red leather seats and tabletops are draped with crisp white table clothes. Crystal chandeliers hang high above from the exposed rafters which match the stained hardwood floors. The white ceiling, skylights and soft lighting offset the dark colors. The interior seems a little outdated, but itâs clean and a very classic look. Dale & Contiâs is one of the oldest establishments in Charming and itâs why people keep coming back. All sorts of people love coming here, usually to celebrate a big milestone like birthday, anniversary or graduation, but their regular patrons are ones with big money. There are even rumors that the mob uses it as a front.Â
The last time you were here was the start of a dream that turned out to be a nightmare and youâre hoping this isnât an omen.
âHey, you okay?â Jax asks, interrupting your thoughts.
âYeah.â The corner of your lips turn up to underline your affirmation.
âHowâd you get a table here?â You ask curiously. âYou gotta reserve months in advance.â
âI have my ways,â he winks.
âRight this way!â The host shows you and Jax the way.
***
âWhat the hell is⌠you know what? Iâm not even going to try to pronounce that,â Jax laughs while looking at the menu. âIâm not used to these kinds of places. Spaghetti and meatballs it is. What are you getting?â
âThe mushroom risotto here is really good. I think Iâll get that,â you answer after scanning through the menu.
âYouâve been here before?â He seems quite surprised.
âYeah. The only other time Iâve been here was my first date with my ex. We actually sat in there.â You point to a closed off section.
Jax looks over to where youâre pointing.
âIsnât that like the VIP section?â
âYeah. His family likes to come here a lot,â you tell him but now youâre on high alert, hoping you donât run into any of them, but particularly your ex.
âReally?â he asks with wide eyes. âHis family must be loaded.â
âYeah, they are,â you confirm.
âYouâve never really talked about your ex.â
âYou want me to talk about my ex on our date?â
âWhy not?â He shrugs and then grabs a warm piece of bread from the basket in the middle of the table.
âYou know the rule. Youâre not supposed to talk about your exes on a date.â
âRule? What rule? Besides, rules are meant to be broken,â he says before taking a bite of his bread.
âSo youâve talked about your ex before on dates?â
âNo, because I usually donât go on dates.â
Fair but interesting point.
"I know, so I find it strange that we are on our second one," you point out.
"Figured I'd try something new," he shrugs.
âOkay. How about this? Iâll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours,â you bargain as you reach in for your own piece of soft pillowy bread.
â20 questions, huh?â Jax smirks and you return the smile. âIs this what people always do on dates?â
âTo get to know each other? Yes,â you nod, slightly amused. âYou and Tara didnât go on dates?â
Jax shoves a piece of buttered bread into his mouth, chewing while deciding how much he wants to share.Â
âI mean, sure, if you count cutting school and sneaking into the movie theater to make out,â he shrugs.
âHow romantic,â you say sarcastically.
âHey, I was romantic,â he rebuts. âI once beat this kid up because he called her a biker slut. Matthew Boyd didnât even dare to look her way since then.â
âHow chivalrous of you,â you comment while picking at your bread.
âYeah. Iâm keeping it alive,â he nods.
âKeeping what alive?â you tilt your head peculiarly.
âChivalry. It ainât dead yet,â he smirks and you canât help but smile at his joke either.
âSo, what happened?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âTo you and Tara,â you reply.
âNothing,â he shakes his head, his playful demeanor changing. âShe wanted to go to Chicago to be a doctor and wanted me to go with her, but what the hell was I going to do there? My family, my club is here, where I belong. She didnât understand this life. Thought she was too good for it.â
You notice the twitching of his jaw and you know itâs not from him chewing on the bread which he is clearly done with as you watch him mangle it in his hands.
âIâm sorry, Jax. I didnât mean toââÂ
As if on cue, the waiter cuts the tension lingering in the air.
âHi, my name is Lin and Iâll be your server tonight. Would you like to hear our specials?â
After you and Jax put in your orders, Jax shifts the attention to you.
âSo what about your ex? What was he like?â
âWell, Wes was very charming and everyone loved him. Girls wanted to be with him, guys wanted to be him. He was president of the debate team and the salutatorian of our graduating class,â you start.
âA what?â
âSalutatorian? Oh, he was the second best of the class,â you explain.
âYou were at the top, werenât you? Using all these SAT words and shit,â Jax chuckles and shifts in his seat. You sense his discomfort returning.
âGod, no! Far from it,â you laugh. âBut anyways, I fell in love with him and he made me believe weâd be together forever. I know, dumb.â You roll your eyes.
âItâs not dumb,â he shakes his head. âAnd then what happened?â
âAnd then⌠he made me feel likeâŚâ You think for a moment how to put it into words, feeling the dread in your chest creeping in.
âHe made me feel so small, like I was the stupidest, most worthless and unlovable person in the world even after I gave him everything.â You quietly sniffle and quickly suppress your tears from emerging. âDid things I was not proud of.â
Jax reaches over and places his hand over yours, his thumb caressing you.Â
âHey, we all do dumb shit for love,â he comments.   Â
You show him a tight lipped smile.
âBut it doesnât sound like what you did was for love because he clearly didnât love you. He was a prick.â
âNo, he just loved controlling me. He isolated me and made me feel so alone, like I had nobody. And when he got bored of me, he tossed me to the curb,â you shrug and take a sip of your water to take a moment to gather yourself.
âFuck that guy. Guys like him make their status their whole personality because thatâs all they have. The only way they feel like they have any power is to make other people feel like theyâre beneath them, especially nice girls like you,â he adds.
Your heart softens and your smile widens. This is certainly something you didnât expect to hear from Jax, but itâs actually sweet and refreshing.
âYouâre the kind of girl you bring home to your mom. Youâre a good girl,â he nods.
As quickly as he was able to lower your guard, two words instantly put it right back up. You suddenly feel queasy.
âAre you okay?â Jax asks, concerned.
You push the intrusive thoughts out of your head and keep the anxiety at bay.
âYeah, Iâm sorry. Iâm fine,â you shake your head. âWhat if I want to be a bad girl tonight?â you ask coyly, taking control of the conversation again.
A wide smirk plays on Jaxâs face.
The dinner goes smoothly as both of you are having a low key, genuine good time, enjoying your meals and each otherâs company while talking about anything and everything under the sun. You both decide to skip dessert and when itâs time to leave, your eyes go wide when you see Jax pull out a few hundred dollar bills to pay for the check. You donât want to think about where that money came from. You know heâs not making that kind of money servicing cars and bikes. You offered to cover some of the bill, but he insists on paying for all of it.
âKeep the change,â he tells the server.
As you both get up to leave, thereâs an audible scoff coming from a nearby table.
âWhen did they start letting the riff raff in here?âÂ
Both you and Jax turn to the person who said it. They are clearly referring to Jax. He stalks over to the table and you quickly follow him.
âHey, we got business, motherfucker?â Jax asks.
You latch onto Jaxâs arm and try to pull him away.
âCome on, letâs go. Itâs not worth it,â you tell him.
âIs there a problem, sir?â the manager steps in.
âYes, this thug is harassing me!â the man at the table exclaims.
âIâm sure this is all just a misunderstanding,â the manager says. âWe will comp your meal. I am so sorry about this.â
âLike hell you are!â Jax jumps in.
âSonny, you are only here because your old man - God rest his soul - and I go way back. Please donât make a scene,â the manager whispers to him. âI can lose my job.â
Jax stares down at the man at the table with a scowl before walking away, still fuming. You chase after Jax as he makes his way out of the restaurant.
A/N:Â Okay so I got inspired to write some Christmas stuff and it's been a while since I've written something for this universe. I didn't give this family Halloween or Thanksgiving so they have Christmas, although this is more about Will and his wife. Lucy does make a little appearance. This is for this week's Writer Wednesday.
Plot:Â There may be one thing Will loves more than his family.
Contains:Â Christmass-y stuff, banter, a little flirting, humor
You and Will didn't really start your own holiday traditions until Lucy was born. When it was just the two of you, it was mostly spent with your families and friends, but now that you have a unit of your own, you both wanted to create something magical for Lucy.
She had a full day of decorating the house and the Christmas tree as well as making cookies while Christmas classics played. Frosting and decorating the cookies quickly became one of her favorite Christmas activities. She also got to put her own designs on her stocking and letâs just say Will banned glitter from ever entering the house again.
Lucy asked about the missing presents, but you told her that Santa is going to leave them under the tree the night before Christmas. They're actually currently hiding in your bedroom closet, unwrapped.
While you're finishing cleaning the mess made from the baking and decorating, Will gets a quiet moment to himself to enjoy his own treat in the comfort of his recliner while watching over Lucy who is admiring the bright tall tree.
"Daddy, what'sth that?" Lucy points to the big slice of something on the plate he's eating off of.
"It's chocolate cheesecake. Nana made it."
"Can I have some?"
"Youâre not gonna like it, sweetheart. Itâs spicy,â he tells her, scrunching his face.
"But I wanna try it," she pleads.
"Baby, remember the candy cane you tried the other day?"
Lucy nods.
"Did you like it?"
"No," Lucy shakes her head.
"That was spicy, right? That's what this tastes like,â he says, pointing to the cake with his fork. âYou want a cookie instead?"
"But they're for Thanta!"
"I'm sure Santa won't know one's missing," Will throws her a wink. "You can pick any you want, but only one."
"Okay, daddy!"
Lucy skips away to the kitchen to get a cookie, leaving Will alone to savor his mom's luscious, chocolatey sweet dessert she makes for him every Christmas season.
Will closes his eyes and moans as he spoons another bite into his mouth.
"Why did you tell Lucy that the cheesecake is spicy?"
His eyes spring open and he sees you eyeing him suspiciously as you stroll over to him.
"How about you mind your own business?" Will jests after he swallows his bite.
"It became my business when Lucy told me about daddy's spicy chocolate cheesecake," you laugh. "Are you being greedy? Santa's gonna put you on the naughty list," you joke.
"Come on, just let me enjoy this. I've been thinking about this ALL month. You know I look forward to this every year."
"Can I get some?" you ask, half sitting on the plush arm rest.
"If I wouldn't share it with our daughter, who you know I would give the whole world to, I sure as hell am not gonna share it with you," he declares before taking another bite.
"Fine, I'll just get my own," you tell him as you slide off the seat.
âWait, wait!â
Will reaches out and quickly hooks a strong arm around your hips, pulling you back down, causing you to fall onto his lap.
âFine, you can have a bite,â he offers as he licks the creamy chocolate off the corners of his lips.
âOh you mean mostly the crust?â You laugh as you look down at his plate with one tiny piece left.
âWhereâs Luce?â Will asks as he looks around.
âSheâs in the kitchen watching cartoons on her iPad while eating the biggest cookie she could find because daddy said it was okay to,â you reply.
âListen,â he starts quietly. âAfter we put Lucy to bed tonight, why donât we have some drinks while we wrap the presents and you know, start the Christmas celebration a little early?â he suggests, winking as he squeezes your hip.
"Just you and me in front of the fireplace..." He starts nibbling on your shoulder.
âIâd like to celebrate with cheesecake,â you add.
âOR," he pauses for dramatic effect. "We can make our own cheesecake or any cake--"
âOh my god, you ate the whole thing already, didnât you?â Your jaw drops.
âNo, of course not. Thereâs still this pieceââ He points to the leftover piece on his plate.
"Will, you have a problem," you shake your head chuckling and push yourself off his lap to walk away.
A/N:Â I had this funny idea of reader drunk crying about their partner's dick size. Was gonna use Will for this but Frankie seemed more fitting. This isn't beta'd. I literally just threw this short pointless drabble together.
Also, the Benny reference is in Crush.
Rating: M
Word Count:Â ~350
Pairing:Â Frankie "Catfish" Morales x GN!Reader (it was written with F!reader in mind, but this is written in a way that can be read by anyone)
Contains:Â mentions of dick size, humor, drunken silliness
You and Benny got competitive, as per usual. What was supposed to be a casual outing celebrating Benny's win, quickly turned into a drinking contest. Frankie couldn't make the fight, but he said he would meet up with you guys afterwards. The drinking got so out of hand that Will tried to give you guys shots of water, hoping you'd think it's vodka and both you and Benny were none the wiser. You couldn't taste anything you threw back anyways. The party was basically over by the time Frankie arrived, which thankfully he did because Will was two seconds away from calling him to come pick you up.
You're now in the passenger side, slumped against the window while Frankie is driving you home.
âIt's just SO big!â you suddenly blurt out.
âWhat are you talking about?â Frankie looks over at you and asks.
âFrankieâs dick! It's like, massive!" You slur.
âWhat?!â He laughs.
"You were right, Benny," you mumble.
There's a moment of awkward silence as you drift off and Frankie tries to process everything you're saying.
âYa-ya know, some-sometimes Iâm afraid to have sex with him because I think heâs going to literally kill me with it," you add.
A smirk plays on Frankie's face, his dimple deep in his cheek.
"I mean, I want to have sex with him, because itâs great, but it can be so scary sometimes," you start crying. "Why does he have such a big dick?"
This may be the first time Frankie has ever seen you cry, but he can't help laughing at your misery.
âNo, mi amor, don't-don't cry," he laughs. "Youâre so adorably cute when youâre drunk ranting though.â He reaches over to hold your hand, trying to sooth you as he's driving.
"Dun tell him, uh-kay?" you manage to slip out between your sobs.
"Tell who?" he asks.
"Frankie," you mumble, right before you pass out.
"I promise," Frankie says before bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your fingers.
He then laces his fingers through yours and holds your hand for the rest of the ride home.
Plot:Â Will finds out the kids got introduced to a Miller Christmas tradition.
Contains:Â banter, humor
Will is watching a game as heâs watching over Lucy and Gary.
âYIPPEE KI-YAY MUDDER FUââ
âWhoa! WHOA!â Will quickly scoops up Lucy as she dashes past him while chasing after her little cousin with a toy lightsaber, her legs still moving as she dangles in the air.
âWhereâd you learn that?â He asks her with a stern look.
âLearn what, daddy?â She looks at her father, confused at why he interrupted her play time.
"Yippee ki-yay..."
"Mudder fuck--" Lucy finishes the phrase but Will quickly cuts her off.
"No, no, no! That's a bad word! We don't say that. Where'd you hear that?" he asks her again.
âThe Christhmuth movie!â She answers.
"And where did you see this movie? Mommy and daddy would never let you watch that."
"Uncle Benny wasth watching it yeth-terday."
"Lucy! Itâs your turn to be Hans Booger!" Gary says.
"No more saying that, okay?" Will tells her. "You can say yippee ki-yay, but not the other words. Those are bad words."
"Okay, daddy!" Lucy agrees as she tries to wiggle free from his hold.
"You too, Gary. You can't say those bad words," Will also tells his nephew who nods in return.
As soon as Will puts Lucy back down, they go sprinting off chasing each other again.
"No running!" Will shouts.
***
When Benny swings by to pick up Gary, Will has a word with him.
"Hey man, listen. The kids were supposed to be napping so I put on Die Hard. It's a Miller Christmas tradition," he shrugs. "I didn't know Lucy woke up in the middle of the movie until she started copying me when I shouted out that catchphrase,â he explains.
"It's a Miller tradition that we started when we were old enough to watch it.â
âPft, you were like 10 or something and I was like 8. We were nowhere near old enough--" Benny counters, but stops talking after seeing his brother's deadpan face. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'll make sure she doesn't see it again until she's old enough."
"Thank you," Will says.
As if on cue, Gary and Lucy come running back around again.
"Hey Lucy Moose, come here for a second," Benny crouches down to her level.
"Uncle Benny!" Lucy throws herself at him and hugs him tightly.
âRemember the Christmas movie we saw yesterday?â
Lucy nods.
âWe canât say the hero's catchphrase. Theyâre bad words,â he explains.
âI know. Daddy told me,â she says.
âGood. Instead, say yippee ki-yay motherlover.â
âYippee ki-yay mudder lover!â She repeats.
âYeah, see. Love is nice, right?â Benny cranes his neck up to look at his brother for approval. âWho doesnât love their mother?â
âBenny, no, it was more than justâŚâ Will sighs and shakes his head, defeated.
"YIPPEE KI-YAY MUDDER LOVER!" Both cousins yell in unison before running off.
A/N: Happy Holidays @the-blind-assassin-12 tis I your secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this monster of a tale Iâve spun for you. This is the longest thing Iâve written maybe all year. Thank you @pedrostoriesâ for hosting!
This takes place when Oberyn is younger and only has four daughters. Ned Stark only has Robb, Jon, and Sansa. Reader is assumed to be the same age or close to Oberyn.Â
Pairing: Oberyn Martell x F! Wilding ReaderÂ
Warnings: 18 + for language, canon typical violence, oral sex F! receiving, food and drink mentions, and mentions of sexual intercourse. Also Caitlin Stark is not my favorite person in this fic.Â
Word Count: 5K
Oberyn had seen many things of beauty throughout his life. The gods had blessed him with a home filled with sunshine and laughter, daughters with dark onyx curls, and mischievous eyes. Ellaria was the definition of beauty herself, the burnt oranges and yellows that kissed her skin, the sun glistening off her golden jewelry as she swayed.Â
And as they stood on the edge of the docks waving him farewell on his journey, he knew in his heart that they would not be the last beautiful things heâd see. But he could have never anticipated you.Â
The North was a bitter cold, the wind like a creature that tore through his thickest furs and chiseled themselves into his skin. The people they pass as hardened as the wind blowing over his cheeks, leaving him shivering beneath their foul gaze.Â
âWhy would anyone choose to live here?â his guard Damon asks with a quivering voice, âitâs f-fucking freezing.âÂ
A/N: Okay, okay, this is the last Christmas drabble I'm writing. I keep distracting myself with these ideas. I've been trying to finish the next chapter with IATYTILY.
Contains:Â banter, humor, Christmas innuendos, a mild spicy moment
You hear a lot of noise coming from the living room and walk in to find Lucy trying to pry a cookie away from Will's mouth.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Lucy whines while tugging on Will's arm.
It's way past her bedtime and she's cranky, but she won't go to sleep. She said she wants to wait for Santa even though you and Will kept telling her that he only shows up when she's asleep. Will has been sneaking cookies and Lucy is not having it.
"THOSE ARE FOR THANTAAAAAAA!!!" She cries while bouncing on the couch trying to climb on him. "MOMMYYYYY!!!"
"Will! Stop being a cookie monster!" you scold him and Will shoves the rest of the cookie in his mouth.
"I'm testing out the cookies for Santa!" Will manages to spit out while chewing.
"Come on, baby. Santa's not going to stop by if you're still up." You try to pick her up but she's still got some fight in her as she thrashes, still reaching for Will's mouth which is riddled with crumbs.
Will moves his face away from Lucy and you successfully scoop her up. She shrieks and her cries become louder but she's no longer fighting you. You throw a disappointing look at him as you try to soothe your inconsolable daughter.
"I only ate like, three," Will shrugs while holding up three fingers.
***
The crying finally wore her out so after putting Lucy to bed, you and Will start moving the presents under the tree. You arrange them in a way that makes it look really full. As you stand back from the tree to take a final look, Will comes up behind you.
"Me want cookie!" he growls while trying to imitate Cookie Monster and then playfully bites your neck.
"You've been a bad boy," you tease. "No cookies for you tonight."
âYou knew you married a bad boy.â Will starts kissing and licking your neck as he circles your waist.
âYou are far from a bad boy,â you laugh. âYou wish you were.â
âIâll show you how naughty I can be,â he suggests, swatting your butt before grabbing your hand and leading you away.
âOh, wait!âÂ
Will stops short and turns back around to quickly grab a bite of a cookie, leaving it back on the plate and then taking a gulp of the milk. When he turns back to you, you look at him with a raised brow.
âGotta make it look realistic for Lucy when she wakes up tomorrow morning,â he shrugs while licking his lips and wiping his beard.Â
âNow for the real milk and cookiesâŚâ he smirks at you mischievously while walking towards you.
A/N:Â So this week's @writer-wednesday prompt inspired something. It's been a while since I've visited this universe. This would take place before "Carry Me Home" but a year after Jax and reader charcter breaks up and he's with Tara. I know I still haven't written what happened between them and I've just been filling in different parts of the story in pieces. One day, all the pieces will be there (hopefully!) Also, this isn't beta'd.
Your junior year just started not too long ago and fall season approached quickly. The weatherâs gotten cooler, the leaves are starting to turn and Halloween decorations are everywhere. What you enjoy the most about this season are all the fun activities that come with it: the hayrides, the haunted houses, pumpkin picking and so much more festivities. Aside from the MC being a big contributor, families gather together and people of all ages are just having a good wholesome time. Traditionally itâs been you, Jax, Opie and other friends smoking weed before going into the haunted house getting the crap scared out of yourselves to getting lost in corn mazes.
This year, things are a bit different. Jax and Opie just graduated high school in June and they both have their own girlfriends to take up all their time now. You have your own boyfriend too, but itâs the first time youâre bringing him around your family and friends. The two of you met and hit it off in a math class during a summer school program a few months back and havenât stopped talking since. Heâs a real sweet kid and youâre completely smittened.Â
Youâre nervously waiting by the entrance where a giant scarecrow greets people as they pass through. You glance at your watch and tap your booted toe.
âIs this guy ever gonna show up?â your brother asks.
âHeâs only fifteen minutes late! Chill the fuck out,â you shoot back.
âThis nerd is probably not even real,â Jax scoffs.
Theyâve all heard about this guy but have never seen him.Â
âShut up! Youâre a nerd!â You shove Jax and he stumbles back a bit, accidentally bumping into Tara.
âCome on, guys! Leave her alone. This is her first boyfriend. Be nice,â Tara jumps in to defend you.
If she only knew.Â
âScrew this. Iâm not waiting around for this imaginary guy. See you guys later,â Jax says, grabbing Taraâs hand before taking off. She throws a small wave to the group while being led away.
Despite Jax falling head over heels for Tara, you canât really hate her. Sheâs always been nice to you and to be honest, itâs nice to have another female around, but youâre not sure how sheâs stuck around for this long. Miss Community College doesnât seem quite cut out for the MC life, but sheâs committed to Jax and has a tattoo to prove it. Youâve also seen the way Gemma looks at her and talks about her. Thatâs one big obstacle no amount of tattoos is ever going to be enough to overcome.
âYou okay waiting here by yourself?â Opie asks. âKatie wants a candy appleââ
âDonât put this on me! Youâre the one who wants one,â Kate cuts in and playfully slaps his arm.
âItâs fine. Go have fun. Iâll find you guys later,â you reply.
âYou sure?â Opie asks again.
âYes! Just go,â you chuckle and gently shove him.Â
Opie reaches to ruffle the top of your hair before taking off. You swat his hand away and frantically fix your hair. You had spent a good amount of time this morning on it. After seemingly putting every strand back in place, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You instantly turn around to find your boyfriend flashing a smile at you.
âJohnny! You made it!â you squeal, but realize you sounded a bit too excited so you try to keep your cool.
âYeah, sorry Iâm late. I was helping my mom with the groceries,â Johnny apologizes as he rubs the back of his neck.
âItâs alright.â Your cheeks heat up as you tuck a loose chunk of hair behind your ear. âAnyways, come on. I want you to meet my brother and friends.â
Johnny is well aware of your association with the Sons. There is no hiding it when you live in a small town, but he doesnât care. In fact, he looks forward to putting a face on some of the names you talk about all the time. With that, you grab his hand and the two of you go on your merry way.
***
Itâs been maybe an hour or so since Jax and Tara had left the group and they havenât circled back with anyone yet. Theyâve lost track of time as theyâve been too busy getting lost in the corn maze and stopping every once in a while to makeout and grope each other while sharing a joint. As they try to find their way out, they hear some suspicious noises in the distance.
âSounds like weâre not the only ones having a good time in here,â Jax whispers and chuckles quietly after taking a hit of the joint in his hand and passing it to Tara.
âAll the teenagers are doing it,â she rolls her eyes, taking the joint from him.
As they continue to make their way through the maze, the noises get louder and more lewd, their path forcing them to listen to this hot and heavy private moment.
âNo, stop! It tickles!â
Jaxâs ears suddenly perk up. He recognizes that voice.Â
âJust for a little bit?â
âI donât know.â
âI wonât go all the way in.â
He hears soft moaning and his feet move quicker. His perked up ears are now bright red.
âWhere are you going?â Tara asks as she tries to keep up.
When he rounds a corner, he finds you cornered against the tall wall of corn by Johnny with his hand under your skirt. Suddenly, Jax grabs the back of Johnnyâs shirt and yanks him off of you. You flinch at the unexpected interruption.
âJackson!â you shout as you pull your shirt and skirt down to cover yourself and rush over to where Jax flung Johnny on the ground. âLeave Johnny alone! What are you doing?!â
âOh, so youâre Johnny. You are real. So I hear youâre good with math,â Jax says as he hovers over Johnny. âMaybe you can solve this for me: Johnny has a whole set of white pearly teeth. If I beat his face in with my two fists, how many teeth will Johnny have left?â he threatens.
âJackson!â You grab onto Jaxâs kutte and try to pull him off Johnny.Â
âThe lady said no!â With one hand grasping Johnnyâs shirt, Jaxâs other ringed fist is cocked back.
âWhat the hell?â Tara finally catches up and stumbles into the scene.
âTara! Help me get him off!â You shout.
Tara ditches the joint and rushes over, grabbing Jaxâs forearm to prevent him from slamming it into Johnnyâs face. Finally with the combination of both of you and Tara, youâre able to drag Jax away. Heâs a lot stronger than he appears for someone who looks 150 pounds when wet.
While still on the ground, Johnny scrambles away from Jax.
âHey, I didnât mean any harm.â He puts his hands up. âI was being respectful.â
âIt sure as fuck didnât sound like it to me!â Jax lunges at Johnny but you and Tara are holding him back. Johnny flinches and gets up on his feet.
âJohnnyâs a nice guy! He wouldnât force himself on me.â You step in between him and Johnny.
This certainly was not the way you had intended for them to meet, but youâre also not surprised by Jaxâs behavior. Despite the fact he's the one who ended what the two of you had, his jealousy disguised as protectiveness ever since then did not go unnoticed by you.
âIâm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, but I understand youâre just being protective of her and I appreciateââ Johnny starts off.
âShut the fuck up! As far as I know, you were being a fucking creep. You donât get to touch her,â Jax growls as he points his finger at him.
âFuck off, Jackson! Johnnyâs my boyfriend and we can makeout and fuck all we want. We donât need your permission,â you shoot back, stepping up to him.
âIâm gonna tell Ope,â Jax threatens.
âGo ahead. Just donât leave out the part where you assaulted Johnny because I was consensually making out with him.â You cross your arms over your chest.Â
You notice Jaxâs jaw ticking and his breathing getting deeper and heavier.Â
âAre⌠are you sure youâre okay?â Tara asks you sincerely while trying to focus on you. âDo you want to come with me and Jax?â
âIâm fine! Just leave us alone,â you reply.
âOkay, come on Jax. She said sheâs fine.â Tara tugs on his hoodie sleeve. âLetâs try to find our way out. The munchies are kicking in.â
Both you and Jax stare each other down with snarls until finally Jax lets up after Tara gives him another pull.
âIt was nice to finally meet you, Johnny. See you around.âÂ
As Jax and Tara start walking away, Jax stares Johnny down. He glances at you for a moment and you see the green in his ice cold blue eyes right before he turns facing front. He shrugs Taraâs hand off his bicep as he continues to walk away.
Warnings: 18 + ONLY this is kinktober if youâre under 18 get the fuck out of here. Language, blowjobs, unprotected PinV, cum.Â
Word Count: 577
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It started off simple, just a joke between friends.
âMaybe you need someone just to suck you off, then you wouldnât be so fucking uptight.â Willâs eyes darkened, his chuckle gruff, something unnerving as he turned toward you watching as you repacked the bag of medical supplies
A/N:Â So, slightly autobiographical. High anxiety all week and this fic manifested from it. Not beta'd at all. Might have some spelling/grammatical errors.
Rating: E (18+ ONLY, no smut but because DD/lg)
Word Count: 900
Pairing:Â Daddy Dom!Raymond Smith x Little F!Reader
Plot:Â Ray gets anxious when he doesn't hear from you.
Contains:Â established DD/lg (daddy dom/little girl) relationship between two consenting adults (no age play), caregiving, fluff, comfort, praise
IF ANY OF THE WARNING LISTED ABOVE MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE DO NOT READ!
You have been having a rough week and your anxiety has been at an all time high. It's mostly work-related, but Ray had given you some tasks to help ease it after giving you a pep talk. Your overall anxiety has been significantly reduced since being with Ray, but every once in a while, it still pushes its way to the surface. Ray himself is usually very calm and collected. He needs to be in order to efficiently do his job. It's also important for him to have his head on right to properly care for you, but he's been distracted these last few hours.
You usually send him a mid-day text message when you're at work, typically during your lunch break, to give him a hello or an "I miss you, daddy" followed by a chain of emojis. Sometimes it's to just check in with him or send him some naughty texts which you may or may not get punished for at a later time, but it's well past lunchtime and he hasn't received anything yet. It already bothers him that he has to be away from you for more than eight hours a day. His eyes twitch for the twentieth time that day when he checks his phone and still nothing from you. He even restarted his phone in case it's not working properly.
He knows he's not going to be able to focus without hearing from you. Maybe heâs the spoiled one. He starts typing up a text message to send to you. As he sends it, his phone starts to ring and it's from you.
"Sorry, boss. I need to take this. It's personal," Ray mentions to Mickey who is having his afternoon tea.
When Mickey waves his hand off, Ray moves into the back room for some privacy before picking up.
"Hi, princess," Ray answers, trying not to sound so urgent. "Everything okay?"
"Hi, daddy-- oh, you sent me a message. Let me check--" you start to say as you pull the phone away from your face.
"No! It's alright. I was just checking up on you," he immediately spits out.
"Okay," you reply, bringing the phone back to your face. "I just wanted to tell you I did it! I put my foot down and told my boss that I am not okay with the way she runs her business and I do not feel comfortable with being asked to do things I find unethical and she said she won't ask me to do those things again."
"What a good girl. I'm so proud of you, princess," Ray beams.
"I also asked for a raise and I got a small one,â you proudly add. "Not what I wanted, but it's something."
"And how do you feel right now?" Ray casually asks while sliding his free hand into his front trouser pocket, now feeling more relaxed knowing you are doing well. His fingers play with the bracelet in his pocket. You had made a colorful beaded bracelet for him with the word "DADDY" on them the other day while he was trying to distract you from the anxiety. He joined you and made one for you as well with "PRINCESS" on it. Of course, he wouldnât wear it openly, especially while working, but he keeps it close to him because you made it for him and it reminds him of you.
"I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and chest," you answer with excitement. "You're right, daddy. I do feel better."
"Sometimes you just need to do what you're afraid of to get over that fear. She didn't yell at you, like you thought she would, right?" he asks as he aimlessly paces around the room.
"No," you shake your head. "You're always right, daddy. Thank you."
"You're welcome, baby girl." A proud smile plays on Ray's face.
"I miss you, daddy," you add. "I can't wait to get home to see you."
"Silly, girl. You saw me this morning.â
âI know, but I still miss you,â you reply.
âI miss you too, sweetheart," his smile widens and his heart melts hearing you tell him that.
"Can we cuddle tonight?"
"You know I can't say no to cuddles with my little girl," he chuckles. "I'll even stop by to pick up a little treat for you for being such a good girl and doing what I asked."
"Cupcake?!" you ask, gasping.
"Maybe. It's a surprise."
"Can I please get the red velvet with the cream cheese frosting and rainbow sprinkles and--" you start rattling off in excitement, still riding on the mood boost.
"Princess, princess!" he cuts you off, his tone reminding you to reel it in. "Are you still at work?"
"Yes, daddy," you answer calmly and quietly. "I'm hiding in the toilet so I can talk to you."
"I am very happy and proud of you for drawing your boundaries," he tells you. "But you must get back to work now, okay?"
"Okay, fine," you huff.
"The day is almost over. You only need to be a big girl for a few more hours, okay?" Ray reminds you.
"Okay, daddy," you mumble.
"I love you, princess."
"I love you too, daddy," you squeal.
"See you at home, pumpkin. Mwah!" Ray ends the call and makes his way back to Mickey with an extra little spring in his step.
Warning(s): sweet & caring Eddie, romantic Eddie, Chrissy is really not okay (but it's not going unnoticed), unintentional abuse of a backpack...
Series Summary: Youâve just moved to Hawkins from Philadelphia in the middle of your last semester of senior year. On your first day, you end up enthralled by the freak of Hawkins High SchoolâŚ
Chapter Summary: For being the 'freak' of Hawkins High School that people tend to go out of their way to avoid, they certainly are interested in Eddie when he has you pressed up against the lockers...
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"Will you be mine, princess?"
"Eddie..." his whispered name fell from your lips like a prayer as your trembling fingers reached up to learn and memorize the feel of his claim on you. The metal around your neck was still warm from where it had absorbed the heat from his body and his comforting scent that clung to it consumed your senses; rose-tinting your world and making your mind feel gloriously fuzzy...
"Princess?"
You were Eddie's- officially. He wanted you. He wanted you. He wanted you. You were his princess- his girl. His-
"Baby?"
-and everyone would see it now. It was on display- out in the open. No more deflecting... or lying... or hiding... no one and nothing to stand in your way...
"Princess- I kind of need an answer here."
The sensation of Eddie's callous roughened hand gently cupping your chin startled you out of your thoughts with a soft gasp, "huh?"
The responding smirk that bloomed on his full lips set your blood aflame and you couldn't help but nuzzle into his hand. "I asked you a question, princess," he chuckled at your reaction and let his thumb delicately stroke along the line of your bottom lip.
"You did?" your brow furrowed as you tried to remember what it was he'd asked you, but all you could focus on was him saying you were his.
"Yeah... I asked if you would be mine?" Eddie's smirk grew as he watched your eyes widen in shock. "Well? Will you, princess?"
"Y-yes, yes!" You choked out, lunging forward to wrap your arms around his neck just as the bell rang.
Eddie laughed as you practically climbed into his lap and he wrapped his arms around your waist, both of you ignoring the stares and whispers of your classmates as you reveled in the feel of each other. Pulling you against his chest, he pressed a kiss to your temple before reluctantly letting his arms fall from your waist when the sounds of a gasp and a throat clearing rang out through the room.
"You two, please disentangle yourselves this instant! That- that is not appropriate classroom behavior!" Mrs. O'Donnell's incredulous voice had you quickly trying to scramble away from Eddie, but he grabbed your backpack from the back of your chair after grabbing his metal lunchbox, hoisted it over his shoulder, and threaded his fingers through yours as he kept you close.
"You're right, Mrs. O'Donnell, this is definitely hallway behavior," he teasingly called over his shoulder as he tugged you to your feet and dragged you behind him as you both ran from the room- your giddy laughter echoing out behind you.
Eddie kept his hold on your hand as he lead you through the halls to your next class, but instead of taking you to the door like he usually would, he gently backed you up against a row of lockers in front of the classroom. Dropping your hand, he very slowly brought his hand up to grip your hip; keeping his eyes locked on yours as he gave you time to tell him to stop if you were at all uncomfortable. Stepping into your personal-bubble of space when you didn't make any such move, he rested his forehead against yours as you closed your eyes in utter bliss.
"Eddie," you breathed his name into the small space between you, slowly letting your lashes raise to meet his gaze as your hands cautiously reached out to rest against his chest.
His eyes were locked on yours and you felt the butterflies fluttering frantically in your stomach as he tenderly brushed his nose against yours. "Princess," he sighed, letting his hand slide up your side to cup your cheek.
"Kiss me... please?" you whimpered quietly, tilting your head to catch his mouth.
Just as you felt the faintest touch of his soft lips against yours, the shrill ringing of the warning bell had you both pulling apart. With a frustrated groan you could feel resonating through his chest, Eddie leaned forward and brushed his nose against yours again, "hold that thought for me, baby. Okay?" Nodding your head, the frown that was forming on your face quickly morphed into a bright smile when Eddie pressed a kiss to your cheek. "I'll meet you after class," he murmured against your skin before handing you your backpack and disappearing behind the throng of stunned students huddled around you.
The whispers you heard as you pushed through the assembled crowd to walk into your Biology classroom had you smirking...
"Wait... the freak has a girlfriend?"
"Oh my god... the freak is actually kind of romantic..."
"He's still a freak... but like... I wish my boyfriend would do that..."
The second you reached your lab table, Chrissy was tugging you down into your seat. "Oh my god, tell me EVERYTHING!" she whisper-hissed as Mr. Canady turned to face the blackboard and began his lecture. "Jason was absolutely seething that all the attention in the hallway was on you and Eddie!"
"You first!" you whisper-hissed back. "Jason didn't hurt you, did he? Please, just tell me- is there anything I can do to help?" you asked frantically, eyes looking her over for any signs of injury. Impossibly, she looked even frailer than she had earlier, but there wasn't a scratch on her.
"No, he didn't hurt me-" she mumbled, pulling the sleeves of her sweater tight in her hands as she glanced fearfully at something behind you- "but... he- he told me I can't be friends with you anymore."
"W-what?" Your voice shook with unrestrained emotion as your throat tightened and you felt tears beginning to well up in your eyes, but Chrissy was quick to shake her head and clarify.
"No, no! I don't care what he says! You're my friend, you're my best friend honestly, and no boy is going to tell me who I can and can't be friends with-" she assured you, tears of her own beginning to shine in her eyes- "I... I'm going to break up with him after the basketball game on Friday..." she leaned forward to whisper in your ear and you gasped in response.
"Chrissy, are you sure? W-why are you waiting until Friday?" you questioned, letting her take your hand when she shakily reached out for comfort, eyes hesitantly flicking once more to something behind you; but when you looked over your shoulder, you found nothing unusual- nothing to warrant her look of pure terror.
"Friday is the last day before Spring break-" she sniffled quietly after a moment- "and on Saturday, my family is heading to Indianapolis to see my cousins. I won't have to see him for a full week after Friday... it'll give him some time to calm down... hopefully." Chrissy shrugged and lifted her free hand up to wipe away a tear that had broken past her lash line and began to roll down her cheek.
"That's a really good plan-" you offered her a small smile of encouragement and squeezed her hand gently- "but will you be okay until Friday?"
"Yeah, I think so-" Chrissy tugged at the sleeve of her sweater and you saw her walls starting to come back up- "I-I'll be fine."
"Chrissy-" you sighed, deciding to throw all your cards on the table- "please talk to me-" you begged- "I know something more than just Jason upsetting you."
"W-what? Why... why would you think anything else is upsetting me?" she asked evasively, avoiding your gaze, but also giving you the opportunity to see how much the dark circles under her eyes had grown in just a week. The caked on concealer she'd applied clearly camouflaged them enough so as to not catch anyone else's attention, but you could see what the artifice was hiding clear as day.
"I can see it in your eyes-" you whispered as you squeezed her hand gently to get her to look at you- "and I'm worried about you." Chrissy's voice shook as she whispered your name, but you weren't going to be deterred this time. "Please. Tell me."
"I.. I'm having-" she bit her lip as she chose her words carefully- "terrifying... nightmares."
"Nightmares? About what?" your brow furrowed at her revelation, but your conversation was cut short.
"Ladies, I need your attention up front- gossiping can wait until after class," Mr. Canady reprimanded before resuming his lecture.
Frown forming on your face, you watched Chrissy's walls slam shut again as she jerked her hand from yours and grabbed her pen to take notes as she surreptitiously wiped away the rest of her tears. Getting an idea, you tugged your notebook close and scribbled out a quick note before sliding the book into Chrissy's line of sight.
Call you tonight?
Flicking her eyes over to read your note, Chrissy looked up and nodded her head with a tight smile. Flipping to a clean page in your notebook, you reluctantly tried to listen to Mr. Canady's lecture on cellular structures, but your thoughts were too scattered between Chrissy, Jason, and Eddie. For the remainder of the class, you jotted down the occasional note but mostly stole glances at your friend; trying desperately to figure out what kind of nightmares had her so rattled.
When the lunch bell rang, Chrissy was quick to put her books in her bag. "I'll see you later," she mumbled as she disappeared into the hallway heading determinedly in the opposite direction of the cafeteria.
Once she was out of sight, you tucked your things away into your backpack, hoisted it onto your shoulder, and made your way to the hallway only to be tugged into the empty art classroom next door with a startled squeak. "Wha-"
"Shh... it's okay, it's just me, princess," at the sound of Eddie's voice, you felt your body relaxing and you let him wrap his arms around your waist.
"Eddie," you smiled as you turned in his hold so you could slide your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck.
"Hi," Eddie grinned and tugged you flush against his chest.
"Hi yourself-" you chuckled- "aren't we supposed to be heading to lunch now?" you teased, letting your gaze flit between his eyes and his mouth.
Running his tongue deliberately over his bottom lip, Eddie's grin widened as he leaned closer to you, "yes... but, I think we've got a little unfinished business to attend to first, don't you?"
"Y-yeah..." you stuttered, eyes fixed on his mouth.
"Can I kiss you, princess?" Eddie asked and you were nodding your consent before he even finished the question.
"Yes," you whimpered softly, breath hitching as he tilted his head and pressed his lips firmly against yours; letting his right hand slide up your spine to cup the back of your head and guide you as he deepened the kiss. Feeling his lips part and his tongue hesitantly swipe over your bottom lip, you opened your mouth to grant him entrance and moaned wantonly at his taste; cigarettes, mint, and something sweet you couldn't quite identify.
When his tongue slid along yours, your hand involuntarily fisted in his hair causing him to groan lowly into the kiss and pull you tighter against him. His reaction sent fire pumping through your veins and you tugged his hair again only to have him growl and break the kiss to back you up against one of the tables in the room. "Shit, baby-" Eddie grunted before claiming your lips again.
You moaned into his mouth as he nipped at your bottom lip, fisting his hand in the fabric at your waist while you scratched your nails gently along his scalp until the loud 'thwap' of your backpack tumbling to the floor when you moved your arm to tug him closer had the two of you scrambling apart.
Both of your chests were heaving as you stared at the sagging bag on the floor before dissolving into laughter. Bending down to pick up your backpack, Eddie swiped it from your grasp before you could lift it off the floor and slung it over his shoulder before grabbing his lunchbox. Holding out his free hand, he wiggled his fingers until you threaded yours through his. "Ready for lunch, princess?"
"Not even a little bit, but Dustin will probably send out a search party if we wait any longer," you joked as you reached up to wipe the shine of your saliva from his mouth. Eddie licked the pad of your thumb as it swiped over his bottom lip and you giggled as he gave you an impish grin. "Eddie!"
"Couldn't resist-" he smirked and lead you out of the art room and towards the cafeteria- "speaking of Henderson, he's not going to-" Eddie struggled with how to ask his question, but you shook your head.
"No, I don't think so-" you smiled- "Steve talked to him and I think he gets it now."
"Steve?" Eddie raised his brows in confusion.
"Harrington," you explained as you kept walking until you realized Eddie wasn't walking with you. "Eddie?"
"You know Steve Harrington?" he asked dubiously.
"You can pretty much just assume that if Dustin knows someone, I know them too-" you shrugged before furrowing your brow at Eddie's expression- "is it a problem that I know Steve?"
"No-" Eddie answered a little too quickly before adding- "not unless you're going to try to convince me that he's a badass, too, princess," he smirked.
"Dustin told you Steve is a badass?" your eyes widened in surprise. Sure Dustin had regaled you with the monster story about Steve numerous times, but how did playing D & D with him to get Nancy back make Steve a badass?
"He is- adamant- about it... repeatedly and loudly," Eddie grumbled, turning to give you serious side eye when a giggle bubbled out of your mouth.
"Eddie Munson-" you chuckled out- "are you jealous of Dustin's admiration for Steve?"
"Very funny, princess-" Eddie tugged your hand gently to pull you against his chest and press a kiss to your temple- "my girl has jokes."
"Don't worry, I won't tell him-" you teased, but it turned into a startled squeal and peels of laughter when he brought the hand holding his lunchbox up to tickle your side- "Eddie!"
You felt him grin against your skin as you caught your breath, but the sight of the lunchbox got you thinking about what it contained. "Hey, Eddie?"
"Yeah, babe?" He asked as he pulled back to catch your eye.
"Do you have anything that helps with sleep?" you questioned uncertainly.
"You're not sleeping?" Eddie's brow furrowed as he looked you over. "You didn't have a problem sleeping this weekend," he added with a smirk.
"Eddie!" You gasped his name as you playfully swatted at his chest, "I'm not asking for me-" you explained as everything your friend told you in Biology bubbled back to the forefront of your mind- "I'm asking for Chrissy."
"Chrissy?" Eddie's eyebrows disappeared behind his shaggy bangs with how high they rose, "why is the queen of Hawkins High having trouble sleeping?"
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