Sep 12, 2017
His wink at the end has me all a flutter 😍
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His wink at the end has me all a flutter 😍
Wanna Bet?
Tagging @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff
“You wouldn’t last a day.” You joked with Jack as you tossed your head back with glee and taking a sip from your wine glass.
“I have more control then ye know love.” He smirked. If there was one thing you had learned in your relationship with Jack it was that he was stubborn and he didn’t like to lose, it was actually one thing you both had in common and what started most of your fights. However, while watching 40 Days and 40 Nights you couldn’t help the urge to tease him about you being able to go longer without sex than he could. You thought it wouldn’t be hard, you two had gone weeks without actual sex when he was off filming, but you also knew that when Jack was home, he couldn’t keep his hands off you.
“Wanna bet?” you asked seductively.
“Always,” he leaned in close enough for you to feel his hot breath against your skin.
“And whoever can go the longest without sex gets to have their way, and I mean any way they want, with the losing party.”
“Deal.” Jack laughed and held his hand out towards yours.
“May the best one win,” you shook his hand, a grin on your face. “Oh, and Jack, I hope you don’t mind handcuffs.” You winked before releasing his hand and returning your gaze towards the movie.
“Shit,” Jack’s curse was muffled as you walked in the room with just his shirt on. You raised your arms to towel dry your hair and your bare ass winked out at him. “Oh fuck,” he slid down into bed, his hands running down is face. You were making this damn difficult. He was desperate for you and it had only been two days. You winked at him over your shoulder and he debated how strong his pride was. When you stretched your arms above your head, revealing more of your lower half, his pride didn’t seem all too important in that moment. But he wouldn’t break, not this easily. If you wanted a bet, he’d give you one.
“You alright?” You coyly smiled at him, as you watched his bulge grow from under the bed cover. “You look a little pale.”
“Oh, I’m fine.” He grimaced, pulling the covers off and pushing himself from the bed he made his way to the bathroom.
“Where are you off to?” you joyfully giggled.
“Hav’ the urge for a cold shower.” He yelled over his shoulder as you smiled to yourself knowing you had won this battle.
When he walked into the room shirtless, his bare chest that you so loved on display, he smirked. You’d been fighting it hard, and you knew Jack was stubborn, but never did you think he could last a whole week, but he hadn’t broken yet. He sat next to you on the couch and grabbed some blanket, letting you cuddle into his chest. He could feel the tension between the two of you, how rigid your body was. He smiled and relaxed, he was doing just fine.
He was more than content to cuddle up against you, his hands ‘accidentally’ running down too low or his mouth ‘accidentally’ touching your ear. You had wanted this bet, and now you got it.
“Jack,” you groaned as his fingers slipping past your navel.
“Hmmm?” He asked, the perfect picture of innocence.
“Stop teasing,” you ground out scooting away from him.
“Ye wanted this bet, love,” he laughed stacking his hands behind his head. You didn’t want this you were desperate for him, but he wasn’t going to bring you down. Not being able to take it any more you quickly got up and started towards the kitchen. “Can’t take the heat?” he grinned.
“I’m just going to make a sandwich.” You huffed not daring to look at him, know that the moment you saw his cocky smile and sparkle of his sea blues you would cave.
“May I suggest a cold shower?” he laughed, “they work miracles.”
“Fuck you.” You groaned before disappearing into the kitchen.
Jack knows he isn’t going to last much longer, not with you walking around in those tight jeans and shirts all the time, and always bending over because you ‘dropped something’ giving him a full view of your ass. He’s working his jaw back and forth watching you smirk at him and he can feel the pressure build, the tightness in his muscles. This was a stupid bet, anyway, why had he agreed? It’d been two weeks without feeling you beneath him and he was going insane.
“Jack, do you want some ice cream?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen counter as you sucked the cream off your spoon, your cheeks hollowing.
“Ye think this is cute, yeah?” He asked darkly, moving to be in front of you, his breath on your shoulder as he lifted you beneath your ass, knocking the ice cream out of your hand and to the floor, his mouth hard, hot and hungry on yours. You groaned, hands bracing onto the counter behind you as he pulled you closer into his groin and rubbed against you. “Games over baby,” he huffed and with more force than necessary, he ripped the flimsy tank top you had on off, his mouth immediately latching onto the skin there. He didn’t give a damn that he lost, he just needed you, and now. He could have come undone as you slid your hand down his chest, undoing his pants and slipping your hand inside before squeezing him. “Fuck,” he hissed, jaw strained. You smiled.
“Who wins now?” You asked sweetly.
“Me love,” He laughed, sliding your pants down as fast as he could before settling between your legs and pulling you closer. “I always win,” he smirked against your ear before thrusting into you.
blurb: straddling and making out with jack xx
Okay I got way too into this blurb.
Also there is light cussing in this so you have been warned.
Enjoy!_______________________
Sitting with your knees bent, feet resting near Jack’s leg on the hotel room couch, you clutched the chilled beer bottle in your small grasp. Taking another smooth swig, you glanced at him over the rim of the brown bottle. The evening had started out as nothing more than a few drinks between friends after a long day of filming, but somehow it had morphed into a drinking game of never have I ever - strip addition.
The longer the two of you stared at each other, and the more alcohol you each consumed, the harder it became to resist the temptation you both had had for so long. Every ounce of concentration you were able to muster was spent on fighting the urge to kiss his smooth lips. It became increasingly difficult to concentrate, while he sat beside you, wearing nothing but his tight boxer shorts. You watched the muscles in his arms flex, as he raised his own drink to his lips.
“Never have I ever, kissed a guy,” he chuckled, throwing you a wink and swallowing the amber liquid, his accent low and sultry. You pressed your lips into a tight line, trying not to laugh.
“That’s not even fair,” you whined, shaking your head at him. You took another drink, standing to remove another article of clothing. Reaching a hand under your shirt, you released the hook on your bra, expertly slipping your arms from the satin straps. Jack’s eyes went wide in their sockets, as he watched in awe. Keeping your gaze trained on him, slowly you pulled the black lace bra out from under your shirt, and tossed on the couch beside him. He drew in a breath, his jaw tightening as he tried to control his desires. “Okay, my turn. Never have I–” you hummed, “Never have I ever wanted to kiss a costar.” Your voice almost a whisper, you moved closer to him. He chewed on his lower lip, desperately longing to get his hands on your body. He ached to have his way with you, and he didn’t know how much more of this game he could handle.
He took a sip of his beer as you moved closer, finally placing one leg at a time over his lap, straddling him. His lips curled into a smirk, as you removed the beer bottle from his hands and placed them on your hips. Seductively you rotated your hips, lowering yourself onto his lap. You felt him grow hard against you, as you ground your body into him.
“Never have I ever wanted to fuck a costar.” He moaned. You slowly put his beer to your lips and took a swig then placing the bottle on the table beside you. He tightened his grip on your hips, clenching his jaw in desperation.
“Jack,” you whispered, letting his name drip from your lips.
“Shhh,” he hummed, cupping your cheeks between his hands and clashing your lips together with fervor, and urgency. You gave in, hungry for his lips, the light scruff from his chin tickling you. He pulled away briefly to look into your eyes, giving you a smirk, before nibbling on your earlobe. You run your fingers through his hair, already moaning his name in pleasure, longing to feel his lips pressed against your again. Driving you wild with just the touch of his lips on your skin causing your core to tighten. And just as your eyes fluttered close, not knowing how much teasing you could take, he finally pulls your lips to his own, biting down on your lower lip and sending shivers down your spine.
Slow Dancing
He smirked, pulling you off the sofa. Shaking your head through a shy giggle, you tried to tell him you didn’t want to dance right now, in the middle of his living room. But the second the music shifted to the slower song, you couldn’t help but mouth along to every word. And when you had claimed it was your favorite song playing through the speakers he wouldn’t take no for an answer. So, you accepted his offer and took his outstretched hand. Your palms landing flat against his chest, caught off guard by the tug of his strong grasp.
You smiled softly up at him, as his own smile grew right before your eyes. He wrapped his hands around your waist, the heat from them burning your skin through the fabric of your shirt, making you feel weak in the knees. You kept your arms locked securely around his neck, swaying back and forth as he led you around the small living room of his flat. You tried to focus on the music, trying to get lost in the soothing beat, instead of reveling in the closeness of your body to Jack’s. You bit down on your lip, quietly— nervously— chewing the delicate skin there. Taking a quick glance at his face you found him peering down at you in the same instant. He held onto your hips with both hands, his grip sending electricity through your body. You could feel every steady breath he took and you swore you could hear his heart beating beneath his chest.
"I’ve missed this,” he murmured in your ear after a moment, shifting one hand to a new position on your lower back. The opposite hand woven with your fingers as he spun you in a slow circle under his arm.
"I’ve missed you,” you answered shyly, clutching his hand just a bit tighter in your own. Your other hand resting atop his shoulder. Your fingers pinching lightly at the soft fabric of his plain navy t-shirt. Absentmindedly twisting the cotton material between your fingers, before tearing your eyes away from his smiling face.
"Ye’ have?” He asked, teasing heard in his Scottish accent. You gave a quick nod, your eyes still staring at the random spot you’d chosen to look at on the floor. Choosing to look anywhere other than into those captivating pale irises of his. You felt his knuckle graze your chin, the strength of his hand still gentle even as he tilted your head back.
"I missed ye’ too, y/n,” Jack says slowly, drawing out each syllable of your name, letting the letters linger on his tongue while he rest his forehead against yours. The look on his face grows serious with every passing second. His eyes staring so deeply into yours that you can feel yourself getting lost in the moment. Lost in him.
The two of you continued dancing, feet just barely shuffling from side to side. Jack’s hands still keeping you close and your heart hammering violently against your chest. The song you loved had long since faded into something new, but Jack seemed determined to slow dance forever, as long as it would always be you he was dancing with. One hand cupped on either side of your face, you could feel the heat of his shallow breath on your lips with every tiny millimeter closer his face moved towards yours. Until finally his lips folded over yours. The gentleness of his kiss stealing any last breath left inside your lungs.
Blurb: wedding night with jack and the morning after?
This about killed me to write and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! _____________
“I found another bottle,” Jack shouted, walking back into the bedroom. You giggled, selecting a song on your iPod. You ran your hands over the nightgown your friends had given you and a wedding present. Jack walked in wearing the hotel bathrobe over his boxers. “Another drink Mrs. Lowden?” he asked smiling.
“Why thank you Mr. Lowden,” you joked back. As he poured you a drink, he watched you out of the corner of his eye.
“I can’t believe yer my wife; after everything we’ve been through, you stayed.” He whispered to himself, not expecting you to hear him.
“To us,” you announced smiling and raising your glass to him. He clicked his glass against yours before taking a drink. “Oh, I love this song,” you giggled, turning it up. Jack laughed and started dancing away from you, you soon joining and giggling at his every move. You don’t know if it was the alcohol, the music or the way Jack was looking at you but you slowly removed your night gown, throwing your arms in the air, spinning in a circle, and still dancing happily in your matching pair of blue lace underwear and pushup bra. Your gaze fell on Jack, as he ran a hand swiftly through his hair, pushing it off of his forehead. He moved closer as his eyes traveled up and down your body. When you were is arms reach he grabbed your hips, crashing his lips to yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands moved to your thighs, holding you up as he made he carried you towards the bed, his lips still on yours. He tried to place you down gently, but he tripped and fell on top of you, making you both laugh.
“Yer so beautiful,” He whispered before kissing you again passionately.
The next morning you woke up wrapped in Jacks tight embrace, a smile forming on your lips as you curled up closer to him.
“Good morning,” Jack hummed and you rolled over, your eyes locking with his. He began to gently play with your hair as you ran your finger lightly over his cheekbones and along his jawline; taking in every detail of your husbands face.
“Ready for forever Mrs. Lowden?” he whispered, a dimpled smile on his face.
“Ready.”
Dating Jack would include...
-Him always be a gentleman. Giving you his coat when you’re cold, holding open doors for you with a smile, and pulling your chair out for you. -Him wanting to hear all about your day even if it was complete shit. -Him drawing little patterns on your skin while cuddling on the couch together. -Him looking up from the new script he was reading, sitting and staring adoringly at you. -Him trying not to laugh at your terrible jokes and puns. -Him calling you 'love,' 'pet,' or 'hennie.' -Being out together in public and him having to have his arm around your waist at all times. -Him whispering naughty things in your ear when out because he knows it turns you and he likes to see you blush. -His eyes lighting up every time he makes you smile or laugh. -Stopping you in the middle of the street to kiss you, just to make sure everyone knew you were his. -Him getting jealous at stupid little things when he’s in a mood, like you smiling at the barista or giving your dog more attention. -Him imitating your accent and finding it adorable when you'd started picking up his Scottish accent.
Marry Me?
This was a special request from @wardley10 because I hit 300 followers today! Also, I’m not gonna lie, I have been waiting FOREVER to request this blurb so I was super excited to write it. I hope you all love it!
Empty Chinese food containers littered the coffee table, head resting on Jack’s shoulder as you sat curled up together on the sofa. He’s a little bit nervous and a little bit on edge. The box in his pocket suddenly weighs a ton, and he’s pretty sure that he hasn’t drawn a decent breath since the first day he met you. Your head is on his chest, fingers running over the arms, he’s sure you can hear his frantic heartbeat and how shallow his breathing was.
“You’re quiet tonight,” you say, raising your head from his chest to look into his eyes. He wheezes out a laugh, his hands starting to shake a bit as he smoothed a lock of hair away from your face.
“Just, uh, preoccupied,” you sat, moving up and away from his body a little and Jack could have cried. He loved cuddling you up and in to his body. He loved feeling your sweet breath tickle his neck and he loved how you looked in the morning and how you sang all the time even though you couldn’t sing at all.
And it was moments like these when he could close his eyes and he saw you both when you were 30, wedding rings on both your fingers. He saw you when you were 40, curling up with your kids when they had bad dreams. He saw you both at 60, age lines on your face but you would still be just as beautiful to him then as you are now. He saw you at 80, a whole life time of memories made together and he knew he didn’t want anything else for the rest of his life. He smiled and pulled you closer into his arms.
“What’s on your mind?” You asked, cuddling into him again and looking up at him.
“Ye are,” he blurted, his cheeks flushing the slightest bit.
“Me?” You asked perplexed, eye brows drawn together and pulling away to sit up and face him.
God, you were so adorable when you did that and you had no idea. You’d bewitched Jack completely and he wasn’t sure where you ended and he began but that was okay because he wasn’t worried about it.
“Yes, ye,” he smiled a little now, his hands still trembling as he reached in his pocket. Your eyes widened when you saw the little velvet box, heart slamming into your chest. “Settle down with me,” he whispered.
“What?” Your voice cracked as you tried to hold back tears.
“I have fallen so in love with ye. Ye have become my whole world, and every day with ye is an adventure. I never knew love could feel this way, until I met you. And I want to spend the rest of my life feeling this way.” He slowly stood up from the sofa and got down on one knee, taking your small hands in his large ones. “Marry me, Y/N. I want to be yer home and I want ye to be my home. I want a whole life with ye full of love and laughter and I want to wake up and fall asleep with ye. I want to experience all of life’s little and big moments with my best friend and the love of my life, what do ye say, Hennie?” He snapped the lid open and you gasped, eyes lit up in a way he had never seen. “Will ye marry me?” he breathed, eyes shining that brilliant shade of blue.
“Yes, Jack. Yes!” With tears in your eyes, you nod. Getting to his feet, he pulls you into a beaming kiss, spinning you in an elated circle.
Beach Surpise
He didn’t mean to slam into you, it was an honest mistake. He actually didn’t even see you lying there. He’d gotten too caught up in his game of beach volleyball to take much notice of anything at all. He felt like an ass when he saw how disgruntled you became. You were enjoying your leisurely nap until some ass hole blocked out your precious sun. Your skin was deprived of a tan and you immediately wanted to fix that. But now with some oaf blocking the way, you growled. “Can I help you?” You snapped, your hands shielding your eyes to better make out his face. He knelt beside you, his brilliant eyes meeting yours. “I’m so sorry, love,” he said, his eyes skimming you for injuries. Self consciously, you folded your hands over your stomach. “Uh huh,” you said unconvincingly, frowning as he grinned. He was a handsome asshole, you had to give him that. Eyes like the summer sky and a brilliant smile. His blonde hair looked almost white, the sun kissing it and lightening it as it went. “Here,” he held his hand out for you, bringing you to your feet. His eyes took another look down you and you could see the smile he got on his face. His shorts were navy, hanging off his hips in that way and you gulped. “I’m Tom,” he said, holding out his hand. You slid yours into his, surprised by the warmth, a tingle running up your spine as he drew his hand away, his palm rubbing against yours. “Y/N,” you smiled. “I just moved in,” you gestured to the house that stood proudly just before the beach. He whistled low in this throat, his hands on his hips. “Job promotion,” you said in way of explanation. “Ah, so you don’t know where anything is, do you?” You shook your head. To be honest, you hadn’t gone further than the beach. “Well, I’d love to show you around sometime,” you flushed, hoping that the sun you caught earlier blocked out how shy you were over this gorgeous guy asking you out. “I’d like that,” you finally said. “I figure I owe you one for messing up your nap,” you both laughed and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I have to get back, but tomorrow? 8 ‘clock?” He asked backing away. “It’s a date,” you smiled, grabbing your towel. Day two in a new town and you already had a date? This move couldn’t get any better.