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yeah… art bitter because he feels like he’s past his prime—he’s divorced, no kids, and mediocre at tennis. but patrick has gotten more stable with age and feels secure in himself because he has a job and a nice house and has finally come to terms with being 40 something with no wife and kids….they meet you, a sweet young thing, and art is instantly brought back to his old insecurities as Patrick is as charming as ever and easily gets your attention. Art has to work at it a little more and build up the courage because he’s not used to putting himself out there and competing with patrick is a sore spot for him.

you fuck them both separately at first, on different occasions, and art is constantly seeking reassurance and telling you what to do, his control issues coming out because he just wants to be good and do good. you like him and you love the sex—he’s lean and fucks you from behind with your wrists pinned behind your back because he wants to seem more spontaneous when he really just wants to have you in missionary. doesn’t return your calls due to avoidance and self-loathing, overthinking about everything.

you always pegged TITUS DANFORTH as somewhat naive, an observation that struck you most whenever he was trying his hardest to embody the legacy he was groomed to uphold: that of a ruthless successor. makes sense, really; titus has spent his entire life scrambling for a scrap of approval from his father, while remaining forced to play second fiddle to his twin’s vicious brilliance. resentment combined with the need to prove he isn’t the failure chester hints him to be creates a feedback loop: to dominate and please.

with his hands knotted in your hair before shoving your face into the mattress, the pace titus forces upon you is nothing short of bestial. sometimes, he’ll bite down on your shoulder without preamble, deriving a sadistic pleasure from your pained yelp, or he’ll slip his tongue into your ear before sucking on the lobe. showing you his “love”—or whatever his understanding of it.

that’s it

that’s the thought

i’ll be 22 in september and i haven’t been in a relationship since i was 19 so i’m very touch starved lol. i think about both me cassie being touch starved a lot 😔</3

imagine starting off platonic, and cassie comforting you after a hard shift. she’s not used to physical contact either—with the exception of harrison—so she needs it just as bad as you ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა cassie pulling you aside after you’re off the clock, just talking to you about her day which eventually makes you feel comfortable enough to vent. it ends in you doing your best to fight back tears. it hurts cassie’s heart to see you in pain like this. with sad, emphatic puppy eyes, she tilts her head at you (like how she did to my good friend victoria javadi in that one scene iykyk). then she pulls you in a hug, taking you by surprise and even cassie. you’re stiff at first, but quickly melt into her touch and reciprocate her embrace. your whole body radiates with warmth and comfort as cassie holds you, gently scratching her nails on your back. it’s in that moment that you start crushing on her.

going forward, cassie will find any excuse to touch you. when she passes you a tool, her touch lingers longer than necessary. she’ll purposefully pass behind you just so she can place a hand on the small of your back or so her hands can ghost your waist. cassie knows she probably looks like a fool, she sure feels like one, but she starts to high-five you after successful procedures. she gets second hand embarrassment from her own actions, but she loves the way your face lights up every time. she can’t pass up a chance to get to feel your hand on hers, sometimes squeezing it adoringly.

she finally gets the courage to ask you out after a patient asks her out. cassie politely declined, though she was disgusted by the thought. it was then that she realized she could only see herself being with intimate with someone she truly liked, and that someone was you, your name never leaving her mind. you accepted happily of course, already smitten. leading up to your first date, cassie touches you more intentionally. she’ll linger way longer than necessary when your fingers brush. she squeezes your arm affectionately more often than before. once, when you were charting, cassie gave you a completely unprompted shoulder massage. her small touches made you more giddy than you already were, and she absolutely loved it.

when you finally kiss for the first time, it’s so soft and tender and full of love— even if you guys haven’t said it to each other yet. as your relationship blossoms, you both grow very physically affectionate. at work you’ll sneak subtle touches and will act all coupley when you get a moment alone.

one day you’re in the break room, pouring yourself your second cup of coffee. you hear the door open, but don’t check to see who it is since you’re making sure not to spill. as you’re putting the pot back, you suddenly feel arms snaking around your stomach, startling you. you’re met with cassie’s grounding touch and the familiar woodsy vanilla scent of her, mixed with antiseptic from the hospital. she presses a kiss to your shoulder, and your hands find hers, covering them. her hold on you is tight yet tender. affectionately, she nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck, her face and nose tickling you. you giggle as cassie smothers you with kisses from behind. but then the door swings open…

dana walks in, followed by trinity. you and cassie jump apart right away, trying to save face. no one at work knows you’re dating. it’s something you both would prefer to keep private, especially because it’s a fresh relationship and you’re coworkers. dana smirks, an amused grin spreading across trinity’s face as she crosses her arms.

“hello, there,” dana greets, her boston accent adding some intentional sass to her tone.

“hi,” you reply, immediately turning to the abandoned mug of coffee you poured for yourself before cassie came in.

“hey,” cassie says, then pressing her lips together into a thin smile as she nervously straightens out her scrubs top.

“i just came to grab a monster,” trinity tells you and cassie as she strides over to the fridge.

“and i’m just here for a cup of joe,” dana says, walking over to where you’re standing by the coffee machine.

you step aside, the ceramic mug in hand, so dana can pour herself a cup. “me too,” you say before taking a sip of the warm, brown, much needed caffeinated liquid.

“mm,” dana hums in response as she grabs a mug from a cabinet. the room is silent now, making you a little uneasy.

“see ya later,” trinity tells you all after she grabs a monster energy drink, breaking the silence and walking to the door. “and by the way…” she says, spinning around on her heels before she leaves the break room, “you guys make a hot couple by the way. it’s always fun when one of you comes in with a badly covered hickey you think isn’t noticeable!”

you nearly choke on your coffee at trinity’s words, the way she says it so casual. cassie’s eyes widen and her face flushes. like she’s drawn to you, she unconsciously takes a step closer to you. dana finishes pouring her cup of coffee, the tan mug full to the brim. she brings it to her lips and takes a sip, then looking at you and cassie with a smile toying on her face.

“i’ll see you two lovebirds later,” dana says with a wink. she then turns around to exit the break room. as she opens the door, without looking back, she shouts, “as you were!”

mortified, you turn to cassie. she has that same shell-shocked look on her face. “oh my god,” you whisper, stepping closer to cassie. she does the same, closing the distance. “that-that was…”

“weird?” cassie finishes for you, a small smile meant to reassure you appearing. you wrap your arms around cassie’s waist while she brings hers up to your neck. she wraps one arm around you, and the other finds the back of your head, using her fingers to gently massage the top of your neck. “predictable?” cassie adds.

“unsurprisingly surprising? very fucking annoying?”

you chuckle and nod. “all of the above.” cassie kisses you then, just a quick peck. when she pulls away, you drop your head to her shoulder, your grip on her waist tight. habitually, cassie slowly sways side to side, soothingly rubbing your back as she does. she presses a doting kiss on the top of your head, work on the back burner of your minds’. it’s just you two right now.

thinking about how important it is to have physical contact during sex 🥺😵‍💫 cassie loves to have her hands on you, her body flush against yours. she makes sure every part of you feels love and always holds you close— even when she’s fucking you until you’re dizzy and spent. afterwards, cassie keeps her sweaty body in contact with yours. there hasn’t been a single time where you don’t cuddle after sex. you lay on top of her or vise versa. you’ll drape a leg over her and rest your head on her chest. one of your favorites is spooning. usually, cassie is the big spoon, but you switch it up (she won’t admit it but she secretly loves being the little spoon). sometimes you’ll face each other on your sides, your arms wrapped around one another and your head dipped down onto cassie’s chest, or she will rest her head on your shoulder. cassie loves it when you put your head on her soft belly, she’ll run her fingers through your hair and admire your side profile. she’s big on snuggling… specifically you.

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jack abbot　𝔁　𝒇 ! muse　 ⠀﹒⠀　𝒑𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ⎯⎯ O.713k　·　caribbean ! reader ༝ reader is black although there’s no description of ethnical features here ༝ fem ! reader ༝ able-bodied reader ༝ tw food description because the author is obsessed with food ༝ suggestive ( mention of sexual act )　 ⠀﹒⠀　𝒎𝐝𝐧𝐢 ﹗

⠀ ⠀ ꒰੭ ⠀ notes ⠀ : ⠀ hi everyone ! i was looking for the best way to include my culture into my fics andd.. since i’m obssesed with the people’s princess jack abbot i was like why not try something with caribbean ! reader ? she’s the least worked on reader in my museums of rêveries but she’s still existing happily and i’m craving to write something summer coded and martinique is the land of the forever sun . i will be adding some cultural elements and many other things in this story . you will find them regrouped in an index at the end of the post . enjoy your reading <3

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❛ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 firmly on your bare hips. You’re wearing some shorts and a bikini top. At this time of the year, the heat becomes so unbearable that wearing clothes that cover less skin than possible stops being a simple option. And who would Jack be to complain about all that exposed skin ? 

drop dead but the song is his pov !!!! like a little stalky but not creepy. i think that’d be fun to write!

❛❛ 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ❞ A.C (Peacemaker)

paring -              Adrian Chase x fem ! reader …    🩰

synopsis 𝄢 Adrian started to randomly call you with unknown id every night. Despite how creepy it is you’re oddly intrigued. 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

content 𝄢  Stalking, kissing  ♬⋆.˚

💬  𝄢 nothing just enjoy!

“Hello?” Hearing your voice when you answered the phone made Adrian excessively giddy. He didn’t expect you to answer that fast. It probably means you’re bored and alone, desperate for some entertainment.

“Hello to you darling!” Adrian replied, trying his best to sound as flirtatious as he could. In his mind he was doing great so far, in your mind not so much…

“Who is this? Do I know you? How’d you get my number?” You asked. You sounded more curious than scared. Adrian liked that. And for that reason he didn’t tell you he got your number by stalking you on internet, he didn’t want your calmness to fade away and turn into freaking out.

“Oh you know me alright! We’re great friends!” Adrian chuckled. You and Adrian weren’t good friends. You guys were just co workers at the restaurant he worked at. You never hated him though. Thought he was nice and cute. Adrian on the other hand loved you. He basically worshipped you and somehow you never noticed. His over the top compliments to you doing the bare minimum? He’s just an optimist! His sudden anger whenever you used to talk about your ex boyfriend? He’s being protective! His need for a hug every night before his shift ends? He’s just touch starved! In reality you were his obsession.

Adrian talked about you non stop to Chris, Adebayo, Emilia, and John. How your the best person in the world and look like one of the angels on the walls of Versailles. They always would tell him to slow down and ‘that poor girl doesn’t even know you.’ Which is what sparked the idea in his head to start calling you.

“If we’re great friends then can I know who you are?” You asked again. This time your curiosity sounded more like confusion.

“Nope!”

“And why not?”

“It’ll ruin the fun!”

You thought about it for a moment. ‘I guess it could be…’ your mind said. Your everyday is just waking up, eating, going to work, eating again, and then sleep. Adding a little mystery can really spice up your routine.

For the past few days Adrian was having an absolute thrill calling you every night. This was the most you’ve ever talked to him! Not only that but he also loved how you have completely no idea this anonymous person you’re talking to works with you every day. He thought about when it would be the right time to reveal his secret to you and he decided it would be when he feels like you’ve grown feelings for him. He’s not sure how or when it’ll happen though. This plan is pretty unorganized.

“Can you give me a hint on who you are?” You asked. Completely oblivious to the fact he was staring at you, through your window, behind a bush, with binoculars on. He saw you lying there in a bit too big band tee, pink panties, and white socks that were slightly ruffled up.

“Uhh sure! Your hint is that I am a Cancer. What are you?” His enthusiasm made the situation much less scary than it really is. He smiled mischievously when you told him your sign. Why? Because he already knew it from digging up information about you in borderline illegal ways. You have absolutely no idea. This was peak entertainment for him.

The next day at work he caught you writing in your notebook during break. You looked like you were dwelling on something. He decided to approach you and ask about it. “Got something on your mind?” He asked.

You took your ear buds out and looked up at him. “Uhh kinda..”

“What is it?” He pulled up a chair and sat right in front of you.

“Well… I’ve been getting anonymous calls from a guy who claims he’s friends with me. I just wanna know who he is so bad.”

Adrian tried his best not to crack a smile. His calls were affecting you that much? Meaning that he was technically on your mind? This is going out perfectly!

He called you that night as always. He was also watching you through the window again. You picked up the phone on only the first ring. The conversation was him talking about how he saw you today at work. Which is good for you. It limited your suspects on who he is.

“So how do you feel about your co workers?” He asked.

“Uhh.. They’re pretty chill. I’m not too close with any of them. Well except one.”

“Oh and who’s that?” He prayed that you would say his name.

“This guy name Adrian.” You said it so calmly like it was nothing, while his insides were beaming. You said his name! He needed to ask more and more about himself now.

“Well why are you closer with him?”

He watches you shrug as you speak up again, “he’s just really nice. He’s kinda cute too. Like he has these big dorky glasses and always wants a hug before leaving work.”

Adrian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You called him cute, likes his glasses, and his hugs? This is like a dream come true for him. He felt like a child on Christmas day.

“I think you have a crush on him.”

“I think so too. He’s pretty attractive. I’m surprise he doesn’t get many girls.” You said. You expected him to have a answer but somehow it was just static. “Hello? Are you still there?” You were a bit concerned on what just happened, why wasn’t he answering. Then all of a sudden you heard a loud creak followed up by a, “Hey best friend!” You immediately jumped from your bed when you saw there was a person staring at you through your window. You were about to dial 911 into your phone until you realized. That wasn’t just any person. It was Adrian!

“Adrian what the fuck! How did you get to my house? I never told you my address!”

“Yeah well you didn’t tell me your number either.”

Your shocked face contorted into disbelief. Your mouth gaped open but nothing coming out until you had to literally force it to. “It was you!? You were the one calling me?” He didn’t say anything back. Just laughed and his head bobbed a little. You couldn’t believe it.

“Oh don’t be so upset. I didn’t mean any harm just some fun!” He said walking closer to you. “I know you like me now but from your expression it seems like you’re losing feelings.”

“I don’t know how I feel! This is cra-” you were interrupted by a sudden kiss. It was much more passionate than you expected. You always thought kissing him would be clumsy. Instead he was swirling his tongue around yours, roaming his hands through your hair, and slowly backing you into your bed. Wait backing you into your bed? You quickly pulled away suddenly feeling nervous.

“Man that was great.. I always thought that if we kissed one day I would instantly drop dead. Luckily i’m still alive!” Adrian said with his usual unsettling positivity.

“Adrian I think you should go..” You muttered out, it didn’t seem like you really wanted him gone though.

“What? Why?” He was really confused. He thought he just got the girl he’s always wanted but you’re rejecting him?

“Sorry…”

Adrian let out a upset huffed but didn’t protest. He complied and started walking back to the window he climbed in from.

“Oh by the way,” He turned back hearing you speak again. “If you want to date me you could’ve just asked me out instead of doing all of that.”

“Alright… So do you want to go out?”