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December Winds

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Priest!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

dedicated to you 💀 anon! 💜 I hope you like it!

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, religious connotations, Leon POV, dirty talk, nipple teasing, oral (m & f receiving), rimming (m receiving 🫣), unprotected sex, creampie, kissing, biting, slight blood

kinda beta read by my friend Rex 💜 (only like 80% so any mistakes are my own 😅 )

title from December Winds by Nox Arcana

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After Spain, Leon quits. As he tells the president, “I’ve seen enough.” And he meant it. He packs up everything, quietly bids goodbye to the few coworkers he respects and leaves out from Washington DC, praying he’ll never see the place again.

He searches for a job that’s a little less stressful and a lot more reclusive. He stumbles across an online ad looking for a live-in priest for a small rundown chapel buried in the middle of the Appalachian mountains. A quick search on google maps yields the exact results he’s hoping for—there’s nothing around for miles and miles.

It’s a cinch to get ordained online and even easier to order the cassock and Roman collar. He already has plenty of black shirts, pants, and even shoes, meaning it’s no sweat at all for him to look the part by the end of the week.

When he arrives at the small church, there’s a handful of elderly people gathered to give him a short walk through the place. They leave him with plenty of homemade food as well as their phone numbers for the cracked rotary phone in the office in case he needs any help.

The months roll by and slowly bleeds into a couple of years. He always sees the same handful of people at service, sometimes joined by visiting family members, but always a small congregation which is what he prefers. This year hasn’t been any different, that is until a knock rings out in the empty vestibule drawing him up short as he lays out pamphlets for next week's Christmas service.

Pulling open the heavy oak doors, he’s surprised to see a new face. You stand there shivering in the cold, jacketed arms clutching your middle.

“H-hi,” you give him a bright smile despite your chattering teeth, “m-my car’s s-s-stuck in the s-snow and—“

Before you can finish, Leon’s opening the door wider, feeling chill bumps race across his arms as the cold winter air gusts past you and into the church.

“Please, come in,” he steps back so you’ll follow.

Once inside, he shuts and bolts the door closed.

“I’m s-so glad someone’s here,” you laugh.

Leon watches you, expression stoic even though internally he’s cataloging every single thing about you with heavy interest.

He sees your smile tremble a little, your own gaze roving his face.

“I’m s-sorry to bother you,” you rub your hands together for warmth, “if I c-could just make a call, I’ll b-be out of your hair in n-no time.”

You pull your cellphone out with a frown, “I h-haven’t had service in miles.”

Leon glances down at your hands before looking back up into your face, nervousness radiating from your body language.

He turns, talking loud enough for you to hear as you follow behind him, “Phone’s in the office. If you can’t reach anyone, I have a number to a local mechanic who can help tow you out.”

“Thank you so much,” your voice sounds relieved, “I hate bothering you, but I really appreciate the help.”

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for.”

He glances back over his shoulder and sees your gaze wandering around the church, taking in the clean if rough hewn pews and stained glass windows. Your eyes cut to his quickly as if you sensed him watching, giving him a shy smile.

“You have a beautiful church, Mister?”

“Father Kennedy,” he answers, voice a little rougher than intended as you bite your lip in embarrassment.

“Sorry, not really up on my religion,” you laugh a little bashfully, “it’s nice to meet you, Father Kennedy.”

“Likewise,” Leon turns his attention to opening the office door, gesturing for you to enter first.

His eyes slide down your body, taking in your curves, and shaking away the urge to sink his teeth into your soft neck. You walk over to the old rotary phone, something Leon never updated as it still works just fine.

“Oh wow, my grandma had one of these!” you grin at him, “it’s so cute that you kept it for your office.”

That dark urge to bite you flares up in his chest again but he shoves it down. He nods at you instead of saying anything and you turn back to the phone.

Picking up the handset, you frown and click on the dial a few times before setting it back down on the cradle.

“Seems like your phone’s out,” you bite your lip again, looking agitated.

Leon shrugs, “Tends to happen this time of year. No telling when it’ll start working again.”

You nod along and blow out a breath, “Okay, we’ll I’ll head back to the car and see if I can—“

“Stay the night.”

That pulls you up short and he wants to laugh at the wide eyed look you give him.

“Stay here and we can try the phone again. If it doesn’t work, I can walk you to the nearest neighbor and try their phone.”

A soft smile crosses your face and Leon’s hit with an avalanche of impure want purring in his chest.

“Are you sure it’s no trouble? I mean I’d really appreciate it, but I don’t wanna put you out.”

“No trouble, besides I’m here to help those in need,” a crooked grin slips out, “and you seem to fit that description.”

Another shy bite of your lip has him shifting his feet, willing himself not to do anything to you.

“Okay then,” you give him the brightest smile yet, “thank you, Father Kennedy. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

A sudden flash of you thanking him on your knees floods his thoughts and he turns away from you, adjusting his half hard cock through his slacks, never more grateful to wear all black than now.

“Follow me please,” he calls out to you, listening as you quickly walk to catch up.

He also listens as you introduce yourself and explain as to why you’re out here in the first place, basically boiling it down to visiting some family for the holidays. Nodding along, he guides you into his living quarters which just happens to be a bedroom big enough to house a bed and a desk with a few bookshelves.

“It’s so cozy,” you gush, running your hand along some of the handmade quilts and crocheted throws the church parishioners have given him over the years.

“It’s home,” he states simply, moving to the fireplace and stoking the embers into a flame.

“I’m kinda impressed,” you say as you hang up your jacket near the door, “it’s really rare to see someone so young as a priest in these kinds of communities.”

When he only gives you a deadpan expression, you begin to flounder.

“Oh I mean, I grew up near here and so I’m just used to like older— you know what, I just feel like I’m digging a hole for myself,” you drag your palms across your eyes, “it’s just different is all. And either way I'm happy to have met you.”

Leon finally lets his lips quirk up into a half smile, amused at your reactions.

“I understand, it’s just funny to see you try to explain it,” he moves away from the fireplace and grabs a change of clothes, ignoring how your cute pout is making him feel.

“There’s a bathroom just through that door,” he points to his right, your left, “I’m sure you don’t want to sleep in jeans. There’s also some spare toothbrushes in the medicine cabinet.”

He watches as you get flustered when taking the simple sweats and cotton t-shirt.

“Oh yeah, thanks,” you duck your head trying to hide your face and disappear behind the bathroom door to change.

Leon lets out a long breath, trying to ease the tension building up in his chest. The wanting seems to only be getting worse the more time he’s spending with you. It’s like he’s a teenager seeing a skin magazine for the first time.

Has he really been out here that long without seeing a pretty little thing like you? He’s in the midst of his thoughts while removing his collar and unbuttoning his cassock when he hears a soft squeak.

He turns to see your eyes shut tight, hands clenching your bundled up clothes to your chest.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to!”

Leon frowns before looking down to see his bare chest offset by his rosary. Heat washes through him to see you peek again and bite down on your lip hard as you turn away.

“I honestly was on autopilot,” he murmurs, voice rough making him clear his throat, “apologies, I’ll go change in the bathroom while you get settled.”

You gasp as he brushes past you to enter the bathroom. Grabbing onto the sink, Leon stares at his own blown pupils in the mirror.

Get it together. It’s just a woman. A sweet woman. A pretty woman who probably has an equally pretty little cunt—

Shaking his head to clear it, he finishes dressing for bed. As he brushes his teeth, his eyes wander and notice the toothbrush you used sitting off to the side. A sudden flash of possessiveness surprises him leading him to quickly finish up and make his way back into the bedroom.

You startle, standing up from sitting at the edge of the bed.

Hands wringing together, you smile nervously, “Uh I-I wasn’t sure where to sleep? Like I can take the floor—“

He’s shaking his head already interrupting you, “We’ll share the bed. It gets extremely cold at night and it wouldn’t be safe to sleep on the floor.”

You frown over at the bed and look back at him apprehensively, “I can just use the quilts to make a pallet in front of the fire.”

“Please,” he gestures to the bed, “there’s no central heating and it gets deathly cold some nights. Even with the fire, I’d be afraid you would get frostbite.”

“I’ll sleep against the wall,” he softens his voice, “we’ll put pillows between us if you’d like and you can have the edge.”

He watches you bite on that damn lower lip again, wanting it between his own teeth.

Nodding, your eyes seek out his again, “Okay. And we’ll try again first thing in the morning?”

“Of course,” he agrees easily, “I tend to wake early so I can check and wake you if need be.”

Your features melt from concern to thankful, “That’s very sweet of you, Father.”

A hot pulse of arousal makes his dick twitch but Leon ignores it in favor of offering you a slight smile.

“Of course. Shall we?” he nods at the bed.

You climb in after him, settling down under the layers of blankets and quilts.

“I definitely never would’ve guessed I’d start my vacation by sharing a bed with a priest,” you giggle to yourself.

“Unusual to say the least,” he dryly replies, sea dark eyes watching as you turn on your side, back facing him.

You hum softly, shoulders twitching under the shirt and legs swishing under the covers.

“Good night, Father Kennedy,” your soft voice has him gripping the blanket tightly.

“Goodnight.”

It’s driving Leon up the wall with how badly he wants to reach out and touch you. Settling a little more, he listens as your breathing evens out and finds his own eyes slipping shut.

Later in the night, he wakes up to your tossing and turning, feeling you press your ass back against him. He stifles a groan, eyes adjusting to the low light from the fireplace. You keep fidgeting, accidentally rubbing against his chubbed cock until he’s thickening in his sweats. His heavy hand reaches down and grabs you hip, stilling your movement.

“Sorry,” your sleepily mumble, “‘m trying to get comfy.”

He dips his head down to ghost his lips across the shell of your ear, feeling you shiver, “Doesn’t seem that way to me.”

He rocks forward, letting his bulge rub against your ass; you whine and press back against him harder.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I promise I didn’t mean to.”

“Sorry, huh?” he dips his tongue into your ear making you whimper, “are you asking for forgiveness?”

His hand grasps your hip and pulls you into a slow rhythm of grinding back against his stiff cock.

“Oh,” you mewl as he kisses the shell of your ear, “I’m sorry.”

“That’s not how you ask,” he chuckles, kissing down your neck, “you know better than that.”

You moan as he bites down on the soft skin that’s been tempting him all this time.

“Forgive me, Father Kennedy,” you break the rhythm and grind back against him harder, “I’m so sorry I’m being so bad. God, can’t believe I’m dry humping a priest.”

A smack lands on your ass making you jump.

“We don’t take the Lord's name in vain either,” his low voice slips into your ear, “for that, you get those cute little nipples pinched.”

As you moan, he rolls you over onto your back, slipping an arm around your shoulders so both of his hands can knead and grope at your breasts.

“Pull your shirt up,” he murmurs in your ear, “be a good girl for me.”

You shove the t-shirt up to pool around your neck, hands settling back down to twist in the sheets. His fingers quickly move to circle and pinch your hard nipples.

“Oh, ohhh,” your eyes squeeze shut as he teases and rubs your hard buds, “Father, please.”

He bites your neck again making you writhe and press your breasts up into his hands.

“Please,” you whimper, eyes glimmering at him in the firelight, bottom lip swollen from your own teeth.

“Who knew such a tempting sinful girl would end up in my church much less my own bed,” he rumbles in your ear, grinding against your hip as he teases your nipples.

“Father Kennedy,” you swipe a soft, pink tongue against your lips, making his teeth ache, “shouldn’t we stop?”

“Do you want to stop?” he kisses your jaw, fingers tweaking your nipples sharply making you moan high in your throat.

“No, no, please, it’s so—you’re so hot,” you whine, hips squirming for friction under the blankets, “please, Father, want you so bad.”

“It’s a sin to tempt a priest,” he trails his lips across your neck to suck another mark into your skin, “you’ll have to repent.”

“H-how?” your eyes flutter, trying valiantly to stay open.

He pulls away with a smirk, “You’ll have to use your body in service to the Lord.”

A keening whimper escapes your lips, hands shakily reaching up to run through his sandy blonde hair.

“I-I’ll do anything,” you scratch your nails along his scalp making him groan, “just show me how I need to repent, Father Kennedy.”

He pulls his arm out from under you so he can climb on top of you, settling in between your thighs. Your hands pull his hair as he sucks a hard nipple into his hot mouth. He ruts against the mattress as he suckles each hard bud, nipping at the soft skin of your breasts and leaving marks everywhere.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a pair of tits in my face,” his voice is low, smoky, and he can feel your legs try to press together only stopped by his bulky body.

He takes his time, kissing the areola before running his tongue over your nipple, letting his teeth softly bite down before sucking it further into his mouth. Your hips buck up against his chest as he lays on top of you. He can feel how wet you’ve gotten already, the soft press of your panties against his skin leaving behind a sticky mess.

He pulls back to look up into your dazed eyes, “Let me taste that wet pussy.”

You moan, hands tensing in his hair, “Y-you want to?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t,” he grins, “besides I wanna clean up that messy cunt with my tongue before you get slick all over my sheets.”

He scoots down, dragging his lips across your tummy and dropping kisses as he goes.

“We’ll keep the blankets pulled up so you don’t get cold,” he murmurs as he bites your hip bone before soothing it with his tongue.

You give him a shaky nod, “Okay, Father.”

He bucks his hips at that, feeling his cock leak in his sweats. He feels as you tug the blankets up and when he looks back up he can barely see your face making this seem so illicit and dirty it’s getting him even harder.

He quickly eases your panties down your legs and tosses them on the outside of the blankets before settling between your legs again. Leon lets his instructive thoughts win and bites bruise after bruise into the dough of your thighs, sucking and worrying the skin until you're squirming against his mouth.

He bites his way up to the crease of your thigh then lets his tongue trail across your skin until he’s lapping at your swollen clit. He hears as you moan loudly, thighs falling open wider as he hungrily licks into your cunt.

“You taste like sin,” he groans as he pulls back to spread your pussy open, “so fucking good.”

Pressing his face tightly against your slick coated lips, he flutters his tongue into your soaked hole and grinds his nose against your bundle of nerves. He slips his tongue in and out of your hole before licking back up to your throbbing clit, softly kissing the sensitive bud again and again until sucking it gently into his mouth.

Sweat beads around his hairline as it grows warmer underneath the layers of covers. Leon mouths at your sloppy cunt until you’re moaning loudly as slick coats his chin and lower jaw. Once your thighs start to tremble, he pulls away and crawls back up your body. The cooler air of the room kissing his sweaty skin as your hands scrabble against his shoulders.

“‘M so close,” you whimper as you tug him into a messy kiss, “wanna cum, please Father.”

He clicks his tongue, “You have to work hard for forgiveness,” he presses his thumb down against your chin making your lips part.

“Maybe we should try filling that mouth up first,” he murmurs, watching as your eyes droop.

You nod, running your hands down his broad chest, “Please, wanna see you, too.”

Surprise crosses his features, but he schools it into a crooked smile, “Aren’t you sweet? Take your shirt off for me while I get undressed.”

In no time, he’s kneeling between your parted thighs, completely nude save for the rosary around his neck. When he goes to slip it off, your hand snaps around his wrist.

He watches as the embarrassment wars with arousal as you ask him to keep wearing it. His dick throbs and kicks against his thigh and your eyes go lidded as they take in his thick cock.

“Allow me to show you how sorry I am, Father,” you scratch your nails across his chest all the way down his toned stomach to a happy trail that leads to the thatch of hair above his cock.

Goosebumps travel across his skin when you rub across his hips bones, breath ghosting across the drippy head of his dick.

Your tongue lathes over the slit, circling his tip and teasing under his foreskin before you pull back.

That shy look steals over your face, “Can you sit here?”

You pat the gap in the pillows in front of the headboard. Leon’s lips quirk in amusement and shifts to sit with his back to the headboard and legs splayed out across the bed. You move to kneel in between his thighs, eyes greedily taking in his stiff cock.

He watches as you lean forward, one hand coming up to grip the base of his cock as the other rests on his thigh, and slowly sucks the head of his dick into your mouth. Your eyes shutter with a moan as you take more and more of his cock into your mouth until you choke.

Pulling off with a gasp, your watery eyes blink open staying on his as you sink back down on his cock. His abdomen tenses and he grabs the back of your neck with his broad palm to guide your head.

“No need to rush,” his eyes track your tongue as you lick and kiss all along his dripping slit.

“You taste so good,” you moan as you lick your way down to his balls.

Leon keeps his gaze on you as your wet mouth sucks his balls into your mouth, whining when you can’t fit both at the same time. You smear your face against the spit slick skin of his squishy sac as you nuzzle and suck his taint.

“Oh, good girl,” he parts his legs wider so your mouth can reach him easier.

Your glazed eyes slide shut when you slip your tongue down further to ghost across his asshole. Tongue drifting lazily against it, Leon grunts when you finally lick into him.

“Such an eager girl,” he rasps as you softly eat him out, tongue eagerly rimming his hole.

You sloppily makeout with his hole as his cock weeps precum everywhere; his own heavy hands keep your face buried between his cheeks.

When you finally pull back, your chin’s coated with spit.

“Suck my cock a little more and I’ll fill up that needy cunt,” he pulls your swollen mouth to the weeping head.

Whining, you easily follow along and let his thick cock sink back into your mouth. He luxuriates in the feeling, the feeling of your hot hungry mouth slurping loudly around his dick. You moan and whine around him, rubbing your thighs together for friction. He smirks to see you acting so needy, so obedient in servicing him.

“Up,” he murmurs, grabbing your neck and pulling you off of his cock.

Your hands reach out to dig into his pecs, framing the rosary between your hands as you straddle his lap, his cock snugly pressing against your pussy.

“Oh, Father, please,” you grind down on his wet cock, dragging slick along his throbbing length until your clit’s bumping his tip.

“Poor little lamb,” his hands grab your hips, letting you rock against him.

With the grip he has on your hips, he easily manhandles you onto your back, kneeling between your spread legs, cock leaking all over your wet cunt.

“Oh god,” you mewl, scratching at his chest.

He spanks your clit with his fat cock.

“What did I say about taking the Lord’s name in vain?”

Your pupils swallow any color left in your eyes, “‘m sorry, daddy. I don’t mean to be bad.”

“Fuck,” he growls, slapping your cunt with his cock over and over to make your hips jump, “are you misbehaving on purpose?”

Head shaking no, you wrap your legs around his waist, “No, I didn’t mean— it just slipped out. I‘m sorry, Father Kennedy.”

He nudges the tip of his cock into your hole, making you keen and rock down. The pressure around just the head makes him want to be rougher, meaner with you.

He grins smugly down at you, “You just can’t help it, can you? The wetter this pussy gets the dumber you are, right? What a slut.”

You whine, the heels of your bare feet digging into the back of his legs, goading him to slide deeper into your cunt.

“Yes, I’m your slut, Father,” your hands tug on his rosary making him groan and fuck his dick into your spasming cunt.

His heavy weight drops over your body, earning another low whine followed by your nails scoring a hot trail across his shoulders. He shudders, enjoying that small bite of pain as your eyes roll back in your head, pussy sucking him in even deeper somehow.

“Pretty cunt just needed me buried balls deep in her, huh?” he groans as he pulls out just to sink back into your pussy, “so tight.”

“W-wait,” your voice goes high with sudden realization, “I thought p-priests were banned f-from having sex,” you gasp out, stuttering through Leon’s thrusts.

“Baby,” he coos condescendingly, “you don’t think I was some silly little virgin, did you?”

He boxes you in even more, dropping down on his forearms that rest on each side of your head.

“But I gotta say, you’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever fucked,” he kisses your mouth, “so wet,” he drops another kiss to your lips, “and tight,” and another kiss ending with a rough bite of your bottom lip, “this kitty’s been purring for my dick all night.”

Your head thrashes against the pillow at his words, “Yes, yes, fuck,” tears drip from your lash line, “it’s so good, Father Kennedy.”

Molten heat rushes through his veins at your wanton face paired with that sweet voice. His teeth sink into that plush bottom lip, suckling on it until you tug your head back with a soft cry. It’s swollen and split from his teeth, a small bead of blood welling up only for him to lick it away with a groan.

He licks into your mouth, mixing spit and blood until he’s sucking your tongue past his own greedy lips. His cock slowly ruts in and out of your clenching hole as he kisses you breathless. Your fingers tangle in his rosary, tugging him back to your mouth every time he goes to pull away.

Leon lets himself go; stops trying to control himself and settles into fucking into your warm, wet cunt with harsh skin slapping thrusts. He bites anywhere his mouth can reach, leaving dark bruises or even outright bloody teeth marks behind. His dark eyes keep track of your pleasure as well; if you wince, he makes sure to lathe his tongue across a bite instead of sinking his teeth into you again or fucks his cock shallowly into your pussy instead of knocking against your cervix how he likes.

You reward him with pretty little cries and pleads against his lips; your doughy thighs clasped tightly around his waist as you beg for him to ruin your cunt. He wrings orgasm after orgasm until your body’s spent and you're babbling incoherently.

He keeps you underneath him all night, trading blood tinged kisses as his cock stuffs your squelching pussy. Sunlight begins to stream through the snow tinted windows when he finally manhandles your body to straddle over him once again.

Leon feels like this must truly be what heaven is like. You, seated in his lap as he buries his cock to the hilt in your hot little cunt watching as you grind down against him. Fat dimples between his fingers as he grips your ass tightly, helping you keep rhythm as he bounces you up and down his dick.

“Oh Father Kennedy,” you whimper, “I can’t, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” he murmurs, easing your harsh grind into a slow back and forth, “you can give me one more so I can feel that pussy squeeze me so I can put a nice thick load in her.”

His fingers slowly circle and pinch your pudgy clit, letting you rock against him a little faster.

“Oh, I’m-I’m g’nna,” you hiccup a sob, tears dripping from your eyes as he works your exhausted body towards another orgasm.

“Call me, Leon,” he smiles at you, the first genuine one he’s actually offered to anyone in quite a long time, “now cum for me, squeeze me nice and tight.”

“Leon, Leon, I-I’m cumming,” you gasp out, a mewling cry slipping past your swollen lips as your pussy milks Leon’s cock for the upteenth time since this all started.

“Good girl, so good for me,” he groans, letting your climax coax his own from him, grabbing your hips to hold you snug to him.

He growls up at you, cock jumping inside your spasming pussy as rope after rope of sticky cum spurts inside your fluttering walls.

“Leon, oh, it’s so warm,” you whimper, one hand settling on your belly and the other resting on Leon’s heaving chest.

“Fuck,” he yanks you down into a messy, spit filled kiss.

You whine and he softens it, titling his mouth up to press softer kisses to your lips until pulling away. Easing down next to him, you snuggle into his side, burying your face in his neck.

“So am I forgiven now?” you tease, fingers tracing over the beads of his rosary.

“Might need to spend some time with me in the confessional,” he presses a kiss to your hair, “just to make sure it takes.”

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rodolfoparras · 2 months

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Brb, putting Digger in a Boomerang-shaped chastity cage to boost that humiliation kink he's just discovered

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Digger would absolutely love the idea at first, all hot and bothered at the thought of his big fat cock trapped in a cock cage, unable to touch himself, or just wearing it while out and about in public, maybe even opting to go without boxers just so the little contraption is clearly shown through his prison uniform, proudly smiling at anyone looking down at his crotch.

However as soon as it’s actually on and he’s unable to touch his dick, he’s over this little fantasy, especially when you go out your way to tease him, groping and rubbing up against him til he’s begging and pleading for you to take the cage off of him, speaking to him in the way that usually has blood rushing down to his dick, telling him how a slut like him shouldn’t mind that his cock is locked up, he doesn’t even know how to use that thing at all, riling him up so much til there’s nothing left to do but show him mercy by pounding into his ass and through your laughter asking him how a greedy slut like him fails to reach his orgasm, knowing fully well it’s because of the little mechanism.

He’d most likely try to find ways to break out of it, getting so frustrated he sneaks away, pants pulled down his legs and thighs parted; ready to take any weapon at hand to the cock cage and if you were to catch him in the act he wouldn’t even care, he’d just smile at you, face flushed from exhaustion, body drenched in sweat, cock finally free, fully hard and weeping and eagerly waiting for you to punish him

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harlowcomehome · 11 months

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What’s the best way to cheat on someone?

A/N: Requested by my 💀 anon.

You were in your bedroom on FaceTime, when you heard the front door close. Jack had been away all day and had just been finally getting home.

“Hey beautiful” he walked into the room and you showed him that you were on FaceTime with one of your closest friends.

“Hi” Jack waved before coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He kissed you and let you get back to putting on your makeup. “Bachelorette party is tonight?”

“Yes baby” you giggled, having reminded him about five times now.

“I made you dinner, it’s in the fridge.” You holler as he left the room.

“Thank you beautiful” he hollered back as he went to the kitchen to warm it up.

“Are you ever on TikTok?” Your friend asked as you continued gluing your eyelash on.

“Yeah? Why?”

She started to explain a video she saw where the woman asked her husband what the best way to cheat on somebody was. She always gave you ideas to prank Jack with.

You watched two or three more videos realizing it was a trend.

“That’s so evil” you shook your head.

“I knew you wouldn’t do it” she shrugged.

“I’ll do it! I’m not recording it though” you smirked.

“You’re no fun!” She giggled.

“You don’t wanna see a sex tape do you?” You teased and she gasped.

“You two little nasties” she laughed.

You quickly got off the phone with her, walking into the living room to spend time with your husband before you had to get dressed.

“Baby, look at this fucking video” he took his phone out, talking with his mouth full of food.

“You’re going to choke” you giggled as you wiped his face with a napkin.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, swallowing his food and showing you the video he took on his phone today.

You both shouted and giggled when you saw Urban make the shot.

“Crazy huh? He should’ve gone pro” he shrugged. The two of you always talked about how Urban could’ve easily been a professional soccer player.

You kissed his cheek, deciding you were about to put your plan in motion.

You started the twist your wedding band around on your finger, a habit you usually did mindlessly when you were nervous although right now it was intentional.

Jack noticed immediately like he always did.

“What’s wrong? You alright?”

You were trying your hardest not to smile, knowing you needed to sell this. “Can I ask you a question? You have to promise me you won’t get mad.”

He put his plate down, it was nearly empty anyway. “I’ll promise that I’ll try not to be mad?” He laughed, bracing himself for whatever you were about to say to him.

“That works too.” You paused and his eyes never left you.

“What’s the- what’s the best way to cheat on someone?” You didn’t dare look at him.

“What?” He couldn’t believe the words he had just heard escape your lips. He looked around for your phone, a hidden camera, or something.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he paced around the living room.

“You’re joking right?”

“I knew you’d be mad” you sighed, sitting back on the couch and folding your arms across your chest.

“Are you asking for one of your friends? I mean why are you asking me? I’m your whole husband” he was standing in front of you now. His eyebrows furrowed as they often did when he was annoyed, his neck vein prominent and his nostrils flared.

You tried to stifle a laugh at the use of “whole husband.” In any other instance you would’ve cracked a joke about it but you felt like it was best if you didn’t.

Jack was trying his best to internally stop himself from overreacting, hoping he had misunderstood the question.

You could see his blood boiling and you started to scroll silently on your phone as a distraction.

“Why. Are. You. Asking?” He breathed through his nose, trying to remain calm as he asked you that question in pieces.

You didn’t look up at him, continuing to scroll. “Just wondering” you shrugged.

He sat beside you, and you still ignored him.

“Baby, look at me.”

Eventually, he snatched your phone out of your hands and put it behind him on the couch.

“Jack, stop playing” you tried your best to sound as serious as possible.

“I’m not playing with you, like at all” he answered with attitude now. “Did I do something wrong? What would make you ask me that question?”

“It was just a random thought. I thought maybe you had some tips and pointers” You shrugged not knowing you were about to send him into a meltdown.

“You’re going to this bachelorette party thinking you’re single or what?”

You looked at his face, realizing he was one breath away from popping a damn blood vessel in his eye.

“Just tell me what I did wrong?” His voice cracked and you realized now he was 100% serious.

“Jackman, I was just joking. I’d never-“

“Who the fuck is Jackman? I’m baby, babe, handsome, husband, your lover. You got me fucked up” he stood up and stormed out of the room.

“Oh fuck” you whispered to yourself as you heard the studio door slam and lock.

You waited a few minutes in the hallway, before knocking knowing he usually didn’t stay mad for long.

Petty? Yes. Mad? No.

“Please, open the door.”

He unlocked it and you let yourself in. He sat back down on the couch, his hands were shaking and you could tell he was still clearly upset.

“Baby, I would never cheat on you. You should know that. It was just a silly tiktok trend and I didn’t realize you were actually upset until it was too late” you confessed drawing circles on his thighs. You knew he was ticklish, hoping he’d crack a smile.

He didn’t, he was so pissed he didn’t even realize you were doing it.

“Baby, I’m sorry” you straddled him, and the corner of his mouth started to curve.

“That was fucked up” he sighed, leaning back on the couch as he gripped your thighs to keep you steady.

“Why did you think I was serious?”

“I didn’t! Until you said tips and pointers, that’s where I lost it” he chuckled feeling kind of silly now.

“Baby, I love you more than anything in this world. I would never even tell another man “thank you” for holding the door open. “ You were being dramatic just for the sake of making him laugh but he liked it.

“Oh yeah?” He threw his head back and laughed.

“Next time I go somewhere if the worker is a male, I’ll just leave. I’m that loyal” you joked and he couldn’t stop laughing which was a big change from several minutes ago.

“A man asks me to put my shopping cart away? I’m pepper spraying him, because I got a man” you rolled your eyes sending him into a laughter fit.

“You’re too much” he pushed his glasses up and wiped his eyes.

“Baby, I’m genuinely sorry, I didn’t think you’d get upset and I thought you probably already knew about the trend but that’s no excuse” you played with the drawstrings on his hoodie.

He could tell you were getting emotional now, anytime you two got into even the smallest of arguments where you thought his feelings were hurt you’d start to cry.

“Baby” he squeezed your thighs. “I’m not upset anymore. We’re fine.”

“What if I made it up to you before I leave?” you winked.

“Oh?” He wiggled his eyebrows “a little sucky fucky?”

“You killed the mood” you laughed, getting off his lap.

“But baby! I’m just so devastated” he joked.

“Come on then!” You waved at him to follow you.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fan fiction #💀 anon

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sea-lanterns · 2 months

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I'm absolutely obsessed with the idea of the sexually rougher dragon ladies absolutely folding you clockwise just to be the most tentative in aftercare. It's honestly the most attractive aspect in women for me - although I love both rough and soft sex but would it even be possible for any of the dragon ladies to be soft and romantic with reader in sex? Ganyu was the first to come to mind imo.

Also sorry you probably have SO many people asking you this but can I be 💀(skull emoji) anon?

Soft and romantic sex is usually what the gentler dragons would do (Think Ganyu, Kokomi, etc.) but that doesn’t mean the rougher dragons aren’t capable of romantic sex!

They might not have much of an idea how to be “soft” but they will restrain themselves when they fuck you, solely because all the dragons in the dragon au are aware that humans are tiny and must be handled carefully at all costs 💕

Ex. Ei is a rough sex girlie, but whenever she carries you with her, she treats you like her personal treasure with the way she scoops you up and handles you :)

#🫧feeding the fishes #💀 anon #dragon au

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antiendovents · 27 days

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I hate how common endos have made the idea that system accountability is bad or ableist... some of my system friends use endo rhetoric to get out of apologizing when they trigger me or hurt me...

-💀from 🧋sys

Nod, nod. I'm sorry that they do that. System accountability is important, especially if you've hurt people and I hate that endos have made it seem like it's "ableist" or bad to own up to your bodies actions.

#anti endo #did #did system #endos dni #plural #actually did #alters #system #endos fuck off #did osdd #💀 anon #🧋sys anon

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vrabbiit · 6 months

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Cough cough late night thinky thonks where when Vanessa tops, she doesn’t really say much but rather does alot. Like her body language and gaze could tell you what to do and she doesn’t need tk say all that much. Kknda like this:

Vanessa would like, look at you. Give you this look and say “Down.” And you’d know to be on ur knees INSTANTLY and then she does alot of communicating with her hands like directing you on what to do n stuff

- 💀

anon your mind. no notes

#vanessa x reader #fnaf vanessa x reader #vanessa security breach #nsft #💀 anon

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bionaxe · 2 months

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Maybe it's just me but I feel like it'd be really interesting to hear your perspective on what type of yandere the characters would be. The yandere mbti thing, you know? Cruel/Reverent, Aware/Delusional, Strict/Lenient, Honest/Manipulative. Then adding to that, are they obsessive, possessive, violent, what other -dere type fits them, et cetera. If you're not interested, that's fine..

-💀

OOOHH im so down to do this :) ill do this for arkham charas, if you want me to go more in depth just lmk

batman: RASM (possessive/protective)

catwoman: RALM (self-indulgent)

harley quinn: RDSM (obsessive/clingy)

mr. freeze: RASH (obsessive)

poison ivy: CDSM (manipulative)

riddler: CDSH (obsessive/delusional)

scarecrow: CASM (sadistic)

two face: CDSM harvey: RASH (sadistic/clingy)

victor zsasz: CDRH (sadistic /obsessive)

#yandere #yandere batman #thoughts #yandere catwoman #yandere harley quinn #yandere mr freeze #yandere poison ivy #yandere riddler #yandere scarecrow #yandere two face #yandere victor zsasz #💀 anon

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celabi · 1 year

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Imagine if Reader is a crackhead that Scaramouche falls in love with.

Like just imagine Reader being known as the school's crackhead, doing dangerous stuff that could protenially get them into a hospital like snorting ranch and doing dangerous antics while having the same phrase as "My pussy is aching", "Suck my big fat ballsack" etc.

This leads to reader getting bullied because they don't know when to shut up, teacher pets reporting reader to the principal and everyone is surprised you aren't expelled yet but that's only because the principal feels pity for you.

Bonus points if Reader is a degenerate like Scaramouche and reader family is really creepy around visitors.

Sorry if this is too much but my head is cloudy and I can't think properly at the moment.

—💀 anon

💀 bro cannot catch a break. As he stares at you attempting to climb a tree with no shoes on, he’s standing at the bottom and ready to catch you in his arms like Prince Charming— debating whether he should cheer you on, or scold you for being so damn reckless.

He just follows you around like a guard dog when you do reckless shit, glaring at anyone who laughs and arguing with a teacher when you get in trouble. “It wasn’t her fault she tripped and knocked over the elderly geometry professor and spilled water all over his paperwork… huh? why was she hopping on one leg…? I don’t know, she probably had a cramp and was trying to rid of it!”

When you say some dumb shit like “suck my dick.” He physically cringes and looks at you like you grew a second head, wondering what on earth made you say that when you have no male reproductive systems. 🙁

#💀 anon #scummy scara :(#supportive queen

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fcthots · 7 months

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simply....Jason overstimulating his partner because he behaved very well even though he was having a very bad time at that time and deserves a good reward and a little rest. Just let him take the stress off you.

💀.-

"Just take it, baby. Don't think. Good girl. That's it. Let me make you feel good. You'll be good for me, won't you?"

You can only respond in a high pitched moan that sounds more like a whine. You can’t think. You don’t have control over your muscles anymore. Jason could do anything he wanted to you, and, fuck, if that doesn't turn you on more.

"One more, baby. You've got it in you; just one more."

His fingers speed up and he coos at the sounds you make.

Fuck, you love it when he gets what he wants.

#saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #💀 anon #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader smut #red hood smut #red hood x reader smut #smut

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lipglossanon · 8 months

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Hey 💀 anon; I just want you to know I’m working on something 👀 🤭

#💀 anon #lipglossanon #priest!leon s kennedy #the brain rot is strong #so I’m working on a short fic to expel the evil thoughts 🤭#forgive me daddy 🥵 🤭#lipglossrambles #priest leon moodboard

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cornerstoreclown · 1 year

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It’s Christmas Eve and I’m on my break, thinking about what prompts to send in, and then it hit me- what it would be like to slow dance under some pretty lights with Art? 🥺 -💀

HHRRUGUGHHH YOU'RE GETTING ME IN THE FEELS RIGHT THERE ANON OHH YM GOD. I hope you don’t mind that I combined this request with your playlist one, it just tied together really well incidentally, so I was like, fuck it.

REQUESTS: CURRENTLY CLOSED.

A short ficlet with a gender neutral reader making Art a playlist out of circumstance and... Well, they both dance to it! Very domestic. No warnings listed. Lightly proofread, I am very tired from work.

------------------------------------------------------ The few times that you visited Art’s hideout, you’d bring some stuff for yourself to do while he worked. Sometimes you’d bring your Switch, sometimes you’d bring work for yourself, and you’d be doing your thing while he did his. It was this weird, twisted kind of parallel play where you did what you wanted, and he did what he wanted, and the both of you enjoyed each other’s presence in the silence. You’d eventually bring more of your own kinds of things over, slowly setting up the place to your liking just as much as his. He’d allow it. The place was a little dreary at one point, and you brought in colorful lights to wrap along some support beams and hang on the walls with some tape. It kind of reminded you of a carnival, or the holidays. You brought a bean bag shortly after for yourself to sometimes sit in or nap.

Then, one time you brought a speaker device to hook up to your phone to play music, where you played what you wanted rather quietly, mindful to not disturb Art as he was often hammering, screwing, and binding things together. You remember when he eventually began to snap his fingers to the beat absentmindedly every so often, and that’s when you began to play your music slightly louder. You soon began to notice that he had his favorites, where he’d bob his head, dance in place in his seat as he worked to the music that he really liked that you made a point to play for him. For the more dramatic songs, he’d have flair in the way that he’d use his body to emphasize certain rises and drops in the energy. You even saw when he was working standing up, he’d danced in place before, and you kept to yourself the laughter in watching him in his element as if you weren’t even there.

One of those times after dancing, a slower song transitioned in the playlist you made that was, by the way, specifically his playlist. He helped you curate it over time as you took note over which songs he took a liking to, and which ones he didn’t seem to have much of a reaction towards. During that slow song, you were focused on your switch, sitting on a bench nearby with dried blood on it, but found yourself interrupted when a hand jutted itself in front of your face. You jumped a little when that happened. You looked up at him, and he was staring down at you expectantly.

“You want me to dance? With you?”

He emphasized how he wanted you to take his hand by the way that he jerked it in front of your face a second time. You leaned back a bit, and took his hand.

“Okay--if you’re sure--AH!”

He yanked you to your feet, and you frantically had to put your game on the bench before he took you away. You didn’t even have time to turn it off.

The way that Art held your hands up with his, interlaced his fingers with yours, and began to dance slowly in place with you is something you’ll never forget. You didn’t know that he had it in him to do that sort of thing, and you remember looking up at him, your eyes meeting his--prey and predator unified together as one. The dance was slow, it was easy, and he swayed, and you let him take the lead. The way that he was looking at you the entire time was intense, you felt so small compared to him. And yet, as you both swayed in place, going in a circle, leaning as he did from time to time, you couldn’t help but feel like you’re more alive than ever.

The lighting in the room was dim. It was easy. The work that you did in making the space partially your own made it feel like a home away from home. Art really made it whole. The entire room felt like it was dreamy, the colors and the soft music worked in tandem with Art’s gentle touch that could have made you think you were asleep if you hadn’t known any better.

At one point, you closed in the distance between the both of you, pressed your head against his chest while still holding his hands. You couldn’t hear a heartbeat, but you imagined one there. You closed your eyes, and he rested his head overtop yours. You didn’t know that Art was one for romance, but you were happy. You think that at that time, he was happy too. The way that he looked at you when he had to pull away had a language of longing to it. There was also contentment. You have that gaze burned into your memory.

You’re thinking about it right now, sitting on his bench. He left a few hours ago. You expect him to come back covered in blood. It’s practically routine at this point.

Maybe when he gets back, he’d be up for one more dance. This time, you think, opening up the playlist for him on your phone, looking through the more upbeat songs he likes, that he’ll enjoy something a little more on the lively and happy side. Something vigorous.

You can only purse your lips in a thin line and smile to yourself.

#art the clown x reader #art the clown x you #slasher x reader #slasher x you #art the clown #terrifier #this was SO fun to write im a SAP for domesticity UGH #I said I'd get this done yesterday but I am literally in accounting hell and I just subverted a mental breakdown from the intense workload #Smirnoff winecooler coming in and saving my ass #💀 anon #canon x reader

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askcoffeeanon · 10 months

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...I'm going to take that as a yes.

@bella-donnie9000 Donnie, this adorable little girl needs to know that it's okay to have more than one girlfriend. We're in a poly relationship, right?

💀

[She blinks and waits expectantly, tail lashing behind her. Quite a strange creature, a goat-turtle. Her fur strikingly resembles Draxum's.]

#myste #rottmnt oc #rottmnt rp #theo #💀 anon #banana split au

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harlowcomehome · 11 months

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Mind if I break your heart?

Requested by my 💀 anon.

You and Jack have been friends for years, growing up around one another as your families were close. You finally admit that you’re in love with him, is it too late?

“Stop, you’re so annoying” you giggled as both you and Jack tried to walk into the door at the same time. He had a way of always teasing you, it had been like that for as long as you could remember.

Your mom and Jack's mother Maggie, had been best friends since high school. By default that meant that you had to tolerate both Jack and Clay. You didn’t mind it though, you didn’t have any siblings of your own, so you found some comfort in them.

Your relationship with Jack was always a lot different than your relationship with Clay. You didn’t question it, it wasn’t until the summer going into high school that you notice a difference in the way you felt about him.

From then on you swallowed your feelings, knowing that it would be a waste of time to interfere. Jack was so career-focused even at a young age, and you didn’t want to ruin things or make it awkward between your families.

When high school was over, you went to college in another state. Jack moved to Atlanta, and you talked often.

He always made sure to keep you updated with anything that was going on in his life, you weren’t surprised by any of his success, or the fact that he was creating a solid fan base. He had always been very magnetic, his energy and was something most people were jealous of.

Jack always made it a point to come home during the holidays. Family always meant a lot to him, which you admired.

Right now, it was summer break and you were taking time off from school. Usually, you tried to keep busy by doing summer classes but this year you didn’t have it in you.

Maggie told Jack you’d be home to which he was eager and made the time to see you.

You hadn’t told him that you’d be home because you didn’t want to disrupt any of his plans, so you were shocked when he was home at the same time as you.

“Who told you I’d be back?” You eyed him up and down as the two of you helped in the kitchen.

“ The better question is, why didn’t you?” He paused, staring over at you.

“Because I knew you would drop everything to see me.”

“You’re my best friend, are you not?” He shook his head.

There it was, those two little words that stabbed you internally over and over. “Best friend.”

“I mean, yeah? I just know you’re busy” You shrugged as you continued to peel potatoes.

“Never too busy for my favorite girl” he smiled as he began to peel the shell off boiled eggs.

Your heart was doing somersaults, even though you tried to ignore it.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been meaning to ask you” Maggie started to speak as she entered the room. “Did you put more thought into that benefit concert?”

“Yeah Mom, I had Neelam call and I’m going to do it” he turned to you with a big smile on his face. You hadn’t seen Jack perform in person for a long time, and the two of you had been talking about how much you both missed it.

Maggie smiled, she watched as the two of you exchanged excited looks. “Can’t wait!” She smiled at the both of you before she left the room.

“You weren’t going to tell me about this?” You asked as you stood with your hands on your hip ready to sass him now.

“Maybe I was waiting for your mom to tell you first” he rolled his eyes.

“Jackman Thomas, you can’t be serious right now? You’re really upset that I didn’t tell you I took the summer off?”

“Full government? But yes!” He stood with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Would it help if I told you I was sorry and I gave you a hug?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no” he held his arms out and you giggled as you walked toward him.

“You’re so damn dramatic” you giggled as you felt his body against yours.

“I just really miss you,” he said seriously which surprised you.

“I missed you too! Let’s get this food done before our moms get hangry” you joked.

Eventually, the food was done and everyone was sitting in the backyard talking.

“How long are you here this time?” Your mom turned to Jack.

“I don’t have much planned right now so I’m hoping to stay a month” he smiled and you immediately couldn’t stop smiling yourself.

“And the benefit concert? When is that?” You chimed in.

“Nothing is official yet but if it all works out we will have everything ready to go in two weeks or tops three ” he smiled.

Clay was sitting beside you showing you some of the upcoming projects he had been producing on.

“That’s so cool! Russ huh?” You smiled. “My little Clayboss is growing up.”

The next few weeks you and Jack and sometimes Clay were inseparable. It was nice and felt like old times. Clay eventually had to fly out to LA for work leaving you and Jack to yourselves.

“Want to go look at houses with me?” Jack text you early Saturday morning.

You called him immediately, “Houses? As in, to buy?”

He chuckled at your reaction, “Is that a yes or no y/l/n?”

“I’ll be ready in thirty minutes, is that okay?”

“Perfect. I’ll go pick you up then” he hung up.

When Jack picked you up, you slid into the passenger side of his jeep effortlessly. “I love this car.”

“Do you?” He smiled, and you noticed he was wearing Prada sunglasses.

“Damn, we are bougie today huh?” You joked.

“Check the glove box” he pointed, trying his best to contain the smile on his face.

He had got you some of your own, almost identical to his. “These are mine?”

“Yeah! I meant to give them to you for your birthday but I never got to” he shrugged.

Jack had promised you he’d come down for your birthday but a few work things had come up and it resulted in an argument between you two, it was really the only time you two had ever got into an argument that big.

He eventually showed up a week later but he hadn’t given you these. You were confused because he still gave you a gift then, maybe he just didn’t want to admit that he bought these for no specific reason.

“Yeah… that” you awkwardly giggled.

“Hey! It never happened” he winked. “Do you like them?”

“Love them. Thank you.” You put them on, checking yourself in the mirrors. “So house hunting?”

“I want to move back after I drop this next album.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Kentucky looks best on you.” It did, that wasn’t a lie but selfishly you were just excited for him to be closer.

You and Jack looked at several houses that day but nothing jumped out at you. You walked around each one, silently envisioning yourself, living there with him.

Jack was in the living room and you were looking at the master bedroom when you heard the realtor speak.

“You two are the cutest couple.” You could tell she was trying to get information, knowing that she probably knew who he was.

“Y/N? She’s my best friend” he just nonchalantly replied.

You walked back into the room he was in, shaking your head no to him. You were pleased to know he didn’t act disgusted by her comments.

“None of these houses are calling to me” he sighed, clearly frustrated.

“Let’s go eat lunch and then we’ll figure something out” you hummed.

“You’re right, I’m hungry” he nodded and the two of you thanked the realtor that had been helping you all day.

“That’s realtor thought we were dating?” You decided to test the waters as he drove the two of you to go eat.

“I guess so.” He shrugged.

Every moment together you debated finally telling him how you felt. That you had admired him and loved him since you were a teenager. That the way he laughed made you have butterflies and the way he made sure everyone around him was taken care of was admirable. You wanted to tell him right now, as you sat across from him in this pizza parlor but you decided not to, like you always did.

When the night of the benefit concert came you went with your mom and Jacks family.

Jack had been super secretive about everything, and you were just excited to see him perform.

You went backstage, greeting Urban immediately. You had only seen him a few times this summer so far.

“It’s been too long” you hummed.

“He’s excited to perform in front of you, but I never said that” he laughed. You overanalyzed these moments, wondering if you were just too hopeful.

You had decided that when Jack got off stage you’d tell him how you felt, you didn’t want to waste any more time harboring these feelings. You wanted to shout it from the rooftops, hoping he felt the same way.

The concert was amazing, Jack brought out a few special guests and he performed “Sundown” which was your favorite song by far.

When he got off stage you were excited to see him, you had planned it all in your head. You were shaky, nervous as hell but excited to get it over with. The last few weeks told you that maybe your hopefulness wasn’t as insane as you originally thought.

Then you saw her.

Jack was talking to someone you had never seen before, and before you knew it he was kissing her. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him.

Urban and Clay looked over at you, you had gone silent.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Clay realized you looked like you saw a ghost. Your eyes welled up with tears and he followed your eye line.

“Excuse me” You ran to your car, quickly getting in and bursting into tears.

“How could I be so stupid?” You said out loud, hyperventilating.

You replayed the last few weeks in your head, trying to recall how often he had been on his phone. If you missed some sort of vital information, maybe you missed the signs. Why didn’t she go look at houses with him?

You were brought out of your thoughts by a knock on your car window. It was Clay, and he knew exactly why you were crying.

“Can I sit by you?”

You unlocked the doors, allowing him to sit beside you in your car.

“How long?”

“What?” You wiped your mascara-stained tears off your face as best as you could.

“How long have you been in love with him?”

“It doesn’t matter Clay, it really doesn’t.”

“It does trust me.”

“Since high school” you mumbled. “I was going to tell him tonight because I thought things were going fine and he didn’t tell me about her.”

“He’s been seeing her for about six months? I don’t think it’s been super serious, she’s meeting my mom for the first time tonight” he responded.

“Wait, are you not surprised?”

“Me, Urban, and my parents have been making bets for the last few years wondering if you’d ever tell him” he laughed.

“He doesn’t know?”

“He’s kind of oblivious” Clay shrugged. “You know if you leave without saying bye it’s going to break his heart right?”

You nodded, “Let me fix my makeup and I’ll be back in?”

“Love you sis” Clay nodded as he left your car.

“Love you” you smiled weakly as you started to reapply your eyeliner and face makeup.

You rushed back inside and notice Jack was looking for you. “I thought you left!” He ran over to you and hugged you.

“You did amazing! Not that I ever doubted it but it’s been so long since I got to see you in person” You smiled, trying your best to hide your emotions.

Jack saw the twinkle in your eye, knowing something was wrong.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He whispered, pulling you to the side.

“I’m fine Jack, just tired” you shrugged.

“Are you sure?” He eyed you up and down.

“Baby?” You heard a voice walk over to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“Y/N, this is Rose” he cleared his throat, still worried about you.

“Hi Rose, nice to meet you” You shook her hand and smiled.

“It’s so nice to meet you! Jack told me all about you!” You could tell that she was nice and genuine.

You wished you could say the same but you hadn’t heard a single detail about her.

“I have to go now, I’m headed back to the dorms earlier than I planned so I need to start packing” you lied, mumbling the first thing that came to mind. You hugged Jack goodbye and rushed out of the venue.

“What’s her deal?” Urban whispered to Clay and he shrugged.

“Rose, stay here? I’ll be back” Jack ran after you.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Jack called out to you as you started your car. He ran over to you, pressing himself against your hood before running over to your driver's window.

“Where’s the fire?” He joked.

“Jack, please just let me go” Your sentence having a double meaning now. Your lips trembling, your hands too.

“Did I do something?”

“Jack, I can’t do this right now.”

“What’s wrong? Why’re you leaving already? You’re going back to the dorms? Since when? What’s going on?”

“Jack, I love you.”

“I love you too?” He laughed, confused.

“No, I’m in love with you. I’ve been wanting to tell you for years. I thought I’d tell you today but-“

“Years? You’ve felt this way for years? Why didn’t you say something?”

“When did I have a chance to?” You put the car in park. Stepping out and standing across from him.

Jack was pale, his cheeks bright red. He felt dizzy, nauseous, and genuinely just shocked.

“You moved to Atlanta! You chased your dreams. Our moms are best friends Jack! When would the timing have made sense?”

“Y/N. You should’ve told me sooner, it would’ve changed things!”

“Would it have? Be honest!” You yelled.

“Fuck” he pulled on his curls, walking away before suddenly turning back to you.

“I loved you first! I loved you for a long time! Why? Just why now?” He shouted, his voice cracking.

“Do you love her?” You swallowed.

“Oh, my go- what the fuck? What?” He was frustrated.

“Do you? Do you love her?”

“Yes!” He shouted.

“Then let me go” you whimpered “forever.”

“Y/N, that’s not fair” he breathed out.

You got into your car, starting it, and leaving as Jack watched you drive away.

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