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Fictional Characters

Marvel

Frank Castle

brat ★

Charles Xavier

dreamwalking

Bucky Barnes

ecstasy ★

Dimitri Kravinoff (Kraven the Hunter)

entangled ꩜

entangled - pt 2 ★

Other

Simon Kalivoda (Fear Street)

we did not die that night ★

i'd let you break me ❤︎‬

i'd let you break me - pt 2 ❤︎‬★

Drabbles

talking you through it (Frank Castle) ★

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Ships

Superbat (Superman x Batman)

wip

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Actor RPF

Fred Hechinger

cinematic ❤︎‬

cinematic - pt 2 ❤︎‬

Jon Bernthal

princess ★

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Eurovision RPF

Hálfdán (Væb🇮🇸)

like moss ❤︎‬

one blink and it's over ꩜❤︎‬

one blink and it's over - pt 2 ꩜❤︎‬

worst plus one, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9 ꩜❤︎‬

picture perfect ❤︎‬

numbers & nonsense ❤︎‬

birthday surprise ❤︎‬

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“Oh my God.” You stopped, turning toward his car. “You don’t always have to crawl up my dad’s ass and come get me whenever he sends you. I don’t even live there anymore.”

“Your dad didn’t send me.”

“Then what the fuck are you doing here?”

“I saw you walkin’.”

“And?”

“And it’s two in the mornin’.”

You scoffed. “So?”

“So it’s two in the fucking mornin’, you’re alone, ’s freezin’, and you’re dressed like… that.”

You looked down at yourself, then back at him. “Wow. Thanks. Really makes a girl feel good about herself.”

“That ain’t what I meant.”

“Sure sounded like it.”

He let out a slow breath, already losing patience with you. Not because you were arguing, because Frank could handle arguing. It was because you were pretending you didn’t know exactly what he meant.

He got out of the car and walked to the passenger side. “Get in the car.”

You stared at him. “No.”

“Don’t start.”

“I’m literally fifteen minutes from my apartment.”

“And?”

“And I can walk fifteen minutes.”

Frank looked past you, down the empty street, then back at you. His jaw tightened.

“Yeah. You can.” You blinked, caught off guard by the agreement. “But you ain’t goin’ to.”

You rolled your eyes. “Frank–”

“No.” He opened the passenger door. “I’m not arguin’ with you ‘bout this.”

You sighed dramatically but walked over to the car anyway. “You know you’re not my dad, right?”

Frank’s mouth twitched slightly. “Yeah, I know.”

He shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side. When he got in, he glanced over at you, taking in the fact that you were still shivering despite pretending you weren’t. Without saying anything, he turned the heat up.

By the time Frank pulled up in front of your apartment building, you were already half-asleep.

You hadn’t meant to be. You’d spent the entire drive pretending you weren’t tired, staring out the window and occasionally making some sarcastic comment just to prove you weren’t affected by him picking you up.

But the warmth of the car, the quiet hum of the engine, and the fact that you’d been awake since early that morning had caught up with you.

Frank glanced over when he put the car in park. “You awake?”

You opened your eyes immediately. “Yeah.”

He raised an eyebrow. He got out of the car before you could argue and walked around to your side.

“I can get out myself.”

“I know.”

You rolled your eyes but let him help you out. Your legs were stiff from sitting, and the cold air immediately hit you again.

The two of you made your way inside the building, and by the time you reached your apartment door, you were moving slower than you wanted to admit.

“You drunk?” Frank asked, watching you try to put the key in.

“I don’t drink, you know that.” You finally managed to line up the key, unlocking the door. Frank stood in her doorway after she entered, leaning against the frame.

“Close the door, it’s cold,” you told him and he took a step inside, not quite sure if you meant for him to come in or stay outside. But he came in anyway.

“You should get some sleep, kid,” he said as he watched you take off your jacket and boots.

Your face immediately hardened. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

Frank stared at you for a moment, sensing the anger in your voice.

“What?” He asked.

“You heard me.”

His brows pulled together slightly. “Since when’s that bother you?”

“Since always.”

Frank pushed away from the door, his expression changing. “Where’s this comin’ from?”

“You’ve always been treating me like a child, Frank,” you said, your voice getting louder. “I’m all grown up. I don’t need a babysitter. I don’t need you!”

“You think I don’t know you’re not that lil’ girl anymore?” Frank took a step closer and you didn’t answer. “You think I don’t see the woman standin’ in front of me?”

The words caught you off guard, but Frank didn’t let you look away. “I know you can handle yourself. I know you don’t need me to come save you.”

“Then why are you here?” You gritted through your teeth.

“Jesus Christ.”

“What?”

“You’re givin’ me attitude ‘cause I came to pick you up?”

“I’m giving you attitude because you treat me like I’m helpless.”

“No.” His voice sharpened. “I’m givin’ you a ride home ‘cause it’s two in the mornin’ and you’re walkin’ alone in the cold.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know.”

“Then stop acting like I can’t.”

Frank stepped closer.

“Stop puttin’ words in my mouth,” he muttered and you went quiet. “I never said you couldn’t take care of yourself.”

“Feels like it.”

“No, you don’t get to do that.” His voice dropped. “You don’t get to throw a fit ‘cause I’m worried about you and then act like I’m the asshole for carin’.”

Your mouth opened, but he kept going.

“You’re actin’ like a brat because someone is tryin’ to protect you.”

Your expression hardened. “Don’t call me that.”

“What? A brat?” He scoffed. “You sure as hell are one today.”

“Fuck off, Frank,” you said, turning away to walk to your bedroom, planning on leaving him standing so that he would see himself out.

But Frank has had enough. He grabbed you by your shoulders, turned you back around and pushed you against the wall. His right hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You do not tell me to fuck off,” he muttered, his voice low and raspy. “You hear me?”

Your heart picked up its pace and you stared at him, more surprised by his reaction than anything else.

“You’ve givin’ me attitude this whole evening. Do we need to do something about that?”

His fingers felt like fire on your face. He mustered you up and down, reading every micro reaction, searching for anger in your eyes.

All the anger that had been fueling you moments ago seemed to disappear. It was still there somewhere, buried underneath frustration, but it wasn’t as loud as it had been before.

Frank inched closer, his hot breath on your ear now. His raspy breaths drowned out the pounding noise of your heart.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop. I’ll leave and I won’t come back,” he murmured, waiting for a reaction while still holding your face firm in his hand.

The knot in your chest tightened. He was so close you could smell his cologne, and fuck it smelled good.

For weeks, months, maybe even years, you had imagined what it would be like if this tension between you finally snapped. You had spent so much time convincing yourself that it was one-sided, that Frank only saw you as someone he needed to look after. You had never really allowed yourself to consider the alternative.

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

You could feel the warmth of his hand against your skin. The steady rise and fall of his breathing and the way his eyes stayed fixed on you, waiting.

Frank wasn’t pushing, which made it even harder for you to decide. If he left now, things would go back to normal.

Or at least you’d both pretend they had.

He’d still pick up your calls. You’d still see him whenever your dad invited him over. You’d still sit across from him at family dinner and try not to notice the way his sleeves rolled up his forearms or the way his voice always softened when he spoke to you.

And you’d spend the rest of your life wondering what would have happened if you hadn’t told him to go.

The thought settled heavily in your stomach.

Frank’s thumb shifted slightly against your jaw, barely moving, but it was enough.

Your gaze dropped for a split second, catching on his mouth before you could stop yourself.

The air between you suddenly felt too warm. You swallowed hard, your pulse racing for an entirely different reason now. Every instinct told you to say something. To break the tension before it swallowed you whole.

“I–“ You started, words drying out in your mouth. You swallowed. “Stay.”

Frank looked at you. His hand remained where it was, rough and warm against your skin, but the tension in his shoulders eased ever so slightly, like he hadn’t expected that answer. Like he’d been preparing himself to hear something else.

The room had gone completely silent. The only sounds were the hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen and your own pulse pounding in your ears.

Frank finally leaned in to kiss you, slow and gentle at first, but as you let out a small whine, he got rougher.

His hand that was on your face a moment ago, now wrapped around the back your neck, thumb pressing into the side of your throat. His other hand found your hip, pushing you into himself.

You were trapped between the wall and him, his calloused fingers finding the skin at your hip under your shirt, gripping hard. A desperate moan came from your throat as he separated from your mouth and started kissing your neck.

“You’ve been a handful today,” he muttered between kisses and little bites. “Let's see if you can behave now. You think you can do that for me?"

You nodded, words getting caught in your throat. Frank leaned back to take a look at you.

“Cat’s got your tongue, dollface?” He asked, amusement in his voice. “Look at you. All quiet now.”

You swallowed, feeling his thumb on your neck. You didn’t dare to move your hands. “‘M not,” you muttered, voice unsure to which Frank let out a small laugh.

“How ‘bout you get on your knees and show me what else that mouth can do except talkin’ back.”

You didn’t break eye contact as you sunk down to your knees. Frank raked his hand through your hair, softly caressing you before grabbing a fistful.

His other hand worked on his belt until you reached up your hands, giving him a quick look, asking for permission. He nodded and you unbuckled his belt all the way. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along his underwear.

He wasn’t fully hard yet but he was big and you were unsure if he was going to fit. His thumb slipped past your lips, padding at your tongue. You looked up at him through your lashes, sucking on his finger, and he sighed. You could see how his dick was growing at this sight.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he said, slipping out his thumb. “Hands on your back and open your mouth, princess.”

You did as you were told, mouth wide open with your tongue sticking out, drool pooling at the tip. He loosely stroked his cock a few times before he slid it in your mouth with a muted grunt. It laid heavy on your tongue and you could feel his veins pulsing softly.

Relaxing your jaw as best as you could, you let him fuck into your mouth. His hand was still in your hair, pulling your head back for a better angle.

Tears started forming in your eyes as he went deeper and rougher and you struggled not to gag on him.

“That’s it. Atta girl,” he praised you. Low moans escaped your mouth. Frank rested his free hand against the wall behind you for stability, grunting at the vibrations from your voice.

He came down your throat with a rippled moan and pulled out of you. He let go of your hair. You wiped your spit and his cum off your chin, licking it off your hand while looking at him.

He swallowed, catching his breath. “I swear, you drive me fuckin’ crazy, girl.”

He pulled you up with ease. Frank was incredibly strong. You’ve caught yourself looking at his broad shoulders and prominent biceps countless times over the years, silently fantasising about him holding you down with those muscles. You almost drooled at that thought.

You were pulled into your bedroom. “Strip. And get on the bed,” he motioned while getting rid of his own clothing. He lost his pants completely and stripped off his jacked and shirt, his body on full display now.

Countless scars covered his skin, remnants of a life most people couldn’t even imagine. Some were thin, faded lines. Others were thicker, more jagged, impossible to ignore. You still weren’t quite sure how he’d survived everything he’d been through.

Each scar told a story Frank would probably never tell. You remembered catching glimpses of them over the years. A scar peeking out from beneath a collar and another when he’d rolled up his sleeves. He’s been at your parent’s house with a broken nose and black eyes countless times. Little reminders that there was so much about his life you would never fully know.

You found yourself wondering what they felt like beneath your fingertips, how different the raised scars would be from the rest of his skin. But you wouldn’t dare moving from your spot. Not without Frank’s permission.

You kneeled on the bed, naked. Your hands rested on your knees as you waited for Frank to give you instructions. The humiliation was just slightly present in your head. Those thought have been pushed away by arousal.

“Look at you all obedient now,” he said walking up to you. Your eyes wandered down his body, hard cock on full display for you to admire. You thought back to just minutes ago, how full your mouth felt, the taste of his cum on your tongue. You squirmed on the bed, heat pooling in your stomach.

“Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you.” His rough hand caressed your face before giving your cheek a soft tap, your eyes flicking up to him. “Got you all drunk on my cock, huh?”

You nodded, licking your lips.

“Words, dollface.” His thumb brushed over your lower lip.

“Yes– Frank, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised. “Lay on your stomach for me.”

You did as you were told, rolling onto your stomach, ass on full display. You brought your hand to your mouth as you watched him move to you. He sat down next to you, his hand caressing your back before massaging your butt. You let out a quiet gasp, looking at him through your lashes.

His hand suddenly came down with a harsh slap, making you squeal. You felt heat pool down in your core as his calloused hand striked your other cheek roughly.

Frank moved to grab one of your pillows, tapping your butt. “Ass up, baby.” You raised your hips a little and he pushed the pillow under you. Your ass now higher in the air. Frank crawled behind you onto the bed, leaving kisses on your lower back and ass. His slight stubble was scratching your skin.

“You got any idea what you do to me?” He mumbled against your back, his fingers drawing tiny patterns just below your ass, dangerously close to your cunt. You let out a whine. “Easy, sweetheart.”

He slid his pointer finger through your folds, making it slit with your juices. Frank smirks at the wetness. “You this wet from just sucking’ my cock?” You heard him say with a slight chuckle, to which you whined and buried your face in your pillows and hands, face red with embarrassment.

With his finger still running through your slick folds, he plants feathery kisses on your ass. Your hips bucked against his hand, trying to get friction.

“Tell me what you want, dollface. Talk to me.”

You bucked your hips again. There was no way coherent words would come out of your mouth.

Frank pulled back his hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. “Where’d my mouthy girl go? You gotta use your words, darlin’.”

You squirmed at his words. You could feel yourself dripping onto the pillow underneath you. “Please, Frank.”

“Please what, baby?” His finger rested at the rim of your lips and you tried moving against it.

“Touch me, Frankie. Please.” The desperation in your voice made him smile. He planted a kiss to your ass before his finger dove into you.

“There you go. Atta girl.”

His finger started pumping into you while his thumb pressed against your clit, running circles on it. The direct contact of his long fingers where you wanted them the most had you wanting to scream, but you push your face into the pillows, letting out a quiet muffled sound.

Frank could feel you pushing back against his hand. “Let me hear your pretty sounds.”

You wish you had a comeback but there was nothing but moans and sighs coming from you once you laid your head to the side.

Just before your orgasm started building up, Franks fingers were gone from between your legs. You pushed back, whining desperately, trying to chase the feeling but he had other plans.

In an instant he flips you on your back, he has your wrists pinned above your head. “Sorry, darlin’, but you ain’t comin’ that easy today.”

“Frank,” you protested and he chuckled.

“You been a real brat tonight,” he said. “Gon’ get treated like one.”

He pushed our thighs apart with his legs, settling between them. You moaned when his tip brushed your hole. He shushed you with a kiss, licking into your mouth and you tried to concentrate on that but a loud gasp escaped your mouth when he was fully inside of you. Frank let out a deep groan. His fat cock stretched you out like you’ve never felt before.

“You good? Yeah?” He asked and you nodded, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to focus on your breathing.

“Look at me.” You opened your eyes, trying to keep them steady on him. “That’s it. There you go. My pretty girl.”

“I need you, Frank,” you whispered after a while of him not moving. You tried meeting his hips but he held you down with ease.

“Yeah? Thought you said you don’t need me?”

“No, Frank–“

“Maybe I should go home, no?”

“No, no, no, Frank, please–“ you begged. “I need you. I need you so bad. I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll be good for you.”

“That’s what I thought.” He let go of your wrist to grab your breast as he started moving, slow and deep. You could feel every inch of him, every vein pumping against your walls and you groaned loudly.

His lips pressed everywhere he could reach. Your mouth, your cheeks, your throat, leaving little nibbles here and there. He moved his mouth to your breast, kissing and sucking until deep purple marks appeared.

“Frank,” you gasped between moans and wrapped your legs around his waist as if you were scared he’d get up and leave.

“You got any idea what you’re doin’ to me?” He picked up his pace, his cock leaving you breathless with every thrust. Your hand disappeared in his hair, fingernails raking at his scalp.

“Fuck, please,” came out of your mouth before Frank started fucking into you hard. Your headboard banged against your wall as he grunted into your ear. His raspy voice whispered words into your ear but you couldn’t hear them through your ecstasy.

You could feel your lower stomach tense, heat traveling through your core. “Frankie, I need–,” you whined

“You need to cum? Yeah?” His voice low and breathless. “Cum for me, baby.”

Your orgasm washed over you, hard, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Frank continued pounding into you relentlessly, chasing his own orgasm. You trembled underneath him, mind still a bit clouded.

“Hol’ on for me, baby, ‘m almost there.”

He finally pulled out of your sensitive cunt and you watched him as he grabbed his dick, stroking it a few times until he came onto your stomach with thick robes of cum painting your skin.

Sitting back for a second, Frank watched you as you tried evening out your breathing. Your head was thrown back into your pillow and eyes were closed. He moved and you were thinking he’d get a towel to wipe you clean but you felt him on your cunt second later.

His tongue licked over your puffy clit and his arms pushed apart your thighs that closed almost on their own, trying to save you from oversensitivity.

“Frank, I can’t–“

“Shh, baby. You can,” he shushed you, his tongue sliding through your wet lips, lapping at your clit. It didn’t take long for you to come again, squirming against his face.

Tears were running down your face from being fucked out and overstimulated. Frank came up to you, brushing hair out of your wet face. “You okay, baby? You hurt?”

“Jus’ sensitive.”

He planted a light kiss on your lips before he went to grab a towel to wipe his cum off of you. You squirmed when he wiped around your cunt. “I know, sweetheart, ‘m sorry. All done.”

He laid down next to you, pulling you into him. “You sure you’re okay? I wasn’t too rough with you?”

You turned your head to look at him, hand reaching to caress his cheek. “T’was perfect, Frank.”

“Good,” he smiled and pressed his lips against yours. “Now y’know what happens if you keep bein’ a brat.”

She hadn’t thought about him in years. Not really. And she certainly hadn’t seen him in even longer.

Back when she’d last seen him, she’d been eighteen and painfully obvious about her crush. Every time he’d shown up at the house, she’d suddenly find reasons to linger in the kitchen or sit through conversations she had absolutely no interest in. Looking back, it was mortifying.

Surely he wouldn’t be there tomorrow anyway. Her dad had mentioned he was filming practically nonstop these days, jumping from one project straight into another. He was busy.

He probably wouldn’t make it.

“Honey! I’m so glad you’re here.”

Her dad wrapped her in a tight hug the second she stepped through the front door.

She laughed and hugged him back. “Of course, Dad. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

He took the gift bag from her hands and set it on the entry table before pulling her into another quick squeeze. “Your mom’s in the kitchen. Go say hi before she starts complaining that everyone gets to see you before she does.”

She smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

The house was already full of people. Familiar faces from her childhood drifted through the living room and out onto the back patio. Neighbors, family friends, old coworkers.

She was halfway down the hallway toward the kitchen when she heard a deep voice coming from the living room.

Her stomach dropped. There was no way.

She only caught a glimpse of him through the doorway. His broad shoulders and dark hair. It had gotten longer.

Before he could notice her, she quickly looked away and continued toward the kitchen as if she’d never seen him. Absolutely not.

She sent a quick text to Maya.

Jon’s here, it read and she could already sense her response.

“Mom!” she called as she stepped inside.

Her mother looked up from arranging a platter of food and immediately smiled.

“There she is.” She pulled her into a hug. “You look beautiful, honey.”

“Thank you, you do too.”

Twenty minutes later, after helping her mom carry drinks outside and spending entirely too much time avoiding one particular section of the house, she finally found her dad near the patio doors.

“There you are,” he said.

“Here I am,” she mumbled through the carrot stick in her mouth.

“Come here for a second.”

Immediately suspicious, she followed him anyway.

Shit.

Her father placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, you remember Jon, right?”

Jon looked up from where he stood at the table, loading food on his plate. His face broke into a grin, once he realised who stood before him.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He set his plate down and pulled her into a hug before she could react. “Look at you, princess.”

Her arms wrapped around him automatically. He smelled the same as she remembered, and the realization was annoyingly unsettling.

“Hi, Jon,” she managed when he finally let go.

He laughed. “That’s all I get? Just ‘Hi, Jon’?”

She rolled her eyes despite feeling her face heat up. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. Maybe act a little excited to see me.”

“Oh, obviously. I’ve been counting down the days.”

“See?” Jon pointed at her. “There she is.”

She hated how much his words affected her. As if he’d somehow reached back through time and pulled out the eighteen-year-old version of her that used to linger around whenever he came over. She cringed again. She’d been so obvious, Jon definitely had to sense it.

Jon picked up his plate again and they went to sit down on the couch, after her dad had gotten pulled into another conversation. “So, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know.” She shrugged, trying not to stutter. “I’ve been working a lot.”

“No boyfriend?”

She blushed. “No.”

“Smart. Most guys in their twenties are idiots.”

“And men pushing fifty aren’t?”

His eyebrows lifted. “Pushing fifty?”

She grinned, realizing she’d hit exactly where she wanted to. “Did I say something wrong?”

“You’re getting brave.”

“I’m just stating facts.”

“Wow.” He shook his head, amused. “You disappear for a few years and come back with an attitude.”

“You say that like I wasn’t always like this.”

“No, you were.” He pointed his fork at her. “But you used to be nicer to me.”

“I was a kid.”

“Exactly. You respected your elders.”

“I think you’re just upset I’m reminding you of your age.”

“Careful, princess.” The nickname made her smile. “You’re getting a little bratty.”

“Maybe I learned from you.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

She looked at him for a while. Maya had asked if he was still as hot as he used to be. The answer was, unfortunately, yes.

Actually, no.

He was somehow even hotter.

His beard was shaved clean and his hair long and a bit messy. He didn’t have a single gray strand and she was wondering if he dyed it or if he just wasn’t turning gray yet. His nose still had that bump from being broken so many times. He once said he didn’t like it but it actually made him unbelievably attractive in her opinion.

“You’re staring.”

Her eyes widened. “I was not.”

“You were.”

“I–“ Before she could come up with a response, her phone buzzed multiple times in her pocket. She pulled it out.

Maya: IS HE HOT???

Maya: ANSWER ME

Maya: if you don’t wanna hook up with him i gladly will

A laugh escaped before she could stop it.

“What?” Jon asked and she quickly locked her phone.

“Nothing. Just my friend. Who’s a… fan.”

Jon raised his eyebrows, amused. “Of me?”

“Unfortunately.”

He picked up his plate, but then paused. “What’s her name?”

“Maya.”

He nodded like he was seriously considering something before holding out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Relax.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not trying to read your messages.”

“You better not.”

“I just want to record a video so you can send it to her.”

She stared at him suspiciously.

She hesitated for another second before handing him the phone.

“Don’t say anything embarrassing.”

Jon gave her a look before he took the phone from her hand and held it up, switching to the camera. She immediately regretted agreeing.

He grinned at her warning tone before looking into the camera. “Hey, Maya.”

She covered her face with one hand.

“I hope you’re having a good day. I hear you’re a fan, so thank you for your support. And just so you know,” he turned the camera towards her, “she’s been very nice to me. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“She called me old.”

Her eyes widened. “I did not!”

Jon laughed. “You implied it, princess.”

Jon stopped recording and handed the phone back. “There. Now you can send it.”

She looked down at the screen and sent Maya the video. She would tease her about it, she could already feel it coming.

“Jon, can you come help me real quick?” Her dad’s voice called from the patio.

Jon looked over his shoulder. “Duty calls.”

She nodded, watching as he walked away and joined her dad near the grill. The second he was out of earshot, her phone buzzed.

Maya: oh. my. fuck.

Maya: he’s actually so much hotter now

Maya: did he call you princess or are my ears deceiving me??

She laughed quietly.

Maya: he DID call you princess

Maya: babe he’s ABSOLUTELY FLIRTING WITH YOU

She typed back.

He’s known me since I was a kid.

Maya: Yeah. And now you’re an adult and he’s still calling you princess. Interesting.

She shook her head, smiling despite herself.

You’re actually crazy.

Maya: Says the woman who is pretending she didn’t just blush because her dad’s hot friend called her princess.

Her smile faded slightly. Because unfortunately, Maya wasn’t entirely wrong.

She locked her phone and looked back toward the patio.

Jon was laughing at something her dad had said, one hand resting on the edge of the grill, completely unaware of the effect he still had on her.

Which was annoying, because she was not eighteen anymore. She was an adult.

And she was perfectly capable of having a normal conversation with her dad’s best friend without turning into a nervous teenager.

Suddenly Jon caught her eye and winked at her with a smile. Her stomach dropped and she felt herself blush.

She immediately looked away, suddenly very interested in whatever was on her phone screen.

A few hours later, the house looked completely different.

The sun had disappeared behind the trees, leaving only the warm glow of the lights around the patio. The music was quieter now, conversations had gotten louder, and most of her dad’s friends had settled into that comfortable kind of drunk where every story somehow became longer than the last.

She sat at the edge of the patio with a drink in her hand, watching her father and his friends argue about something that had clearly been discussed at least a hundred times before.

“You cold?” Jon asked as he sat down beside her.

She rubbed her arm. “Maybe a little.”

Without saying anything else, Jon took off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders.

She looked down at it, then back at him. “Thank you.”

She pulled the jacket a little closer around herself. It was still warm from him, which was a detail she immediately wished she hadn’t noticed.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the noise of the party happening around them. Being around him still felt familiar, but everything else had changed. She wasn’t the kid following her dad’s friends around anymore. And Jon wasn’t just some cool guy who came over for barbecues.

“You know,” he said after a while, “it’s weird seeing you all grown up.”

Her heart skipped slightly, and she immediately hated that it did.

“Yeah? Why?”

“You’re not just your father’s kid anymore.”

She glanced at him. “What does that mean?”

He smiled slightly. “You were always hanging around when we were working on something, asking questions, trying to convince everyone you were old enough to help.”

“I was helpful.”

“Maybe,” he laughed.

She smiled, looking down at the cup in her hands. “And now?”

Jon looked back at her. “Now you have your own life and job. Your own opinions.”

She tried not to smile at that. “You haven’t changed that much.”

“No?”

“No.” She looked at him. “You’re still annoying.”

Jon looked at her, clearly amused. “You think I’m annoying? Interesting. Because I seem to remember a certain someone suddenly appearing every time I came over.”

Her face immediately changed. “What?”

“Oh, come on.”

“No.”

“You thought you were subtle?” He teased.

“Jon.” She stared at him in horror.

“What?”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew.”

She covered her face with one hand. “Oh my God.”

“It was kind of adorable.”

“Please don’t ever say that again.”

Jon’s expression softened. “Hey.”

She looked back at him.

“It was never a bad thing.” The sincerity in his voice caught her off guard. “You were a kid with a crush. Everyone has those.”

“Yeah but probably not on their dad’s best friend.”

“You’re making it sound worse than it was, princess.”

That nickname again. It wasn’t helping her case at all, because it still had the same effect it had on her when she was younger and crushing on him. She hated how easily it still affected her.

Somehow, hearing him say it now still sent the same stupid little spark through her. Oh fuck.

By the time the party finally started winding down, the house had become noticeably quieter.

Most of her dad’s friends had already left, and the ones who remained were gathered around the patio, finishing the last of their drinks.

She helped her mom bring some dishes inside before grabbing her bag. “I should probably head home.”

Her dad looked over from his seat. “Already?”

“Dad, it’s late,” she laughed.

He looked at his watch, squinting slightly. He nodded slowly, as if this was brand new information. “Okay. Fair.”

She smiled and shook her head. “I’ll call an Uber.”

Before she could grab her phone, Jon spoke up.

“I can take you.”

She looked over. “You don’t have to.”

“I know,” he said, “But I’m not drinking, and it’s late. It makes more sense than you waiting around for a car.”

She hesitated. Not because she didn’t trust him, but because she didn’t trust herself with him alone in a car. She only had one drink but that one drink already made her realise more about her feelings than she wanted to admit.

“That’s a wonderful idea,” her dad jumped in, “Thank you, Jon.”

“Of course,” he patted his shoulder, before turning back to her. His eyes dropped briefly to the jacket she was still wearing. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you home.”

She looked between him and her dad. “Fine.”

“Great,” her dad said immediately.

Jon rolled his eyes laughing. “Your dad has had a few.”

“A few?” she repeated.

“Okay.” Jon glanced toward the empty bottles on the table. “More than a few.”

Maybe she should have been more worried about leaving her dad alone than getting into a car with Jon.

She had expected the silence to feel uncomfortable, but Jon seemed completely at ease, one hand resting on the steering wheel as he drove through the familiar streets. The radio played softly in the background.

She looked out the window, pulling his jacket a little closer around herself before remembering she was still wearing it.

“You can keep it on until we get there,” Jon said suddenly.

She looked at him in surprise. “Okay. Thanks.”

His eyes were focused on the road. His side profile was pretty, she thought. She looked at his nose again. How could he not like his nose?

Jon let out a quiet sigh and ran his free hand through his hair. The longer length made it fall messily back onto his forehead, a few strands already starting to curl.

She watched his hand move back toward the gear shift before quickly realizing she’d been staring again. She turned back toward the window, hoping he hadn’t noticed that she had been staring at him again.

“You still aren’t subtle, you know?”

She looked back at him, wide-eyed. “What?”

“The staring’s gotta stop, princess.”

“I wasn’t–“

“I’m just messing with you,” he laughed, briefly reaching over to pat her leg. “But you should’ve seen your face.”

The touch only lasted a second, completely innocent, but it was enough to make her forget what she was going to say. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she immediately looked away, hoping the darkness of the car hid it. “You’re lucky I like you.”

The words came out before she could think about them.

Jon glanced over, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “I’m glad you do.”

She stared out the window, suddenly very interested in the passing houses. She needed to get a grip. Jon was just being Jon. He had always been warm with her, always teased her, always looked out for her. Nothing about tonight was different from the way he had treated her years ago. Except that she was different. One little touch, one stupid nickname, and she was acting like she was sixteen again.

“You’re quiet.”

She glanced over. “Am I?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe I’m just enjoying the peace.”

Jon smiled. “Liar.”

She narrowed her eyes and scoffed, but didn’t say anything.

A comfortable silence settled between them again, until Jon spoke.

“You know,” he said, “you’re a lot easier to talk to now.”

“What do you mean ‘now’?”

“Don’t take that the wrong way,” he said and she scoffed. “I just mean you’re not trying so hard anymore.”

She tilted her head. “Trying hard to do what?”

“To impress everyone.” He paused, glancing at her with a small grin. “Especially me.”

“Oh my God. You cannot just say things like that.”

“I’m just teasing you.”

“Yeah. I’ve noticed.”

The rest of the drive passed easier than she expected. They talked about nothing important, just small things that felt more natural than they should have. By the time he pulled up outside her house, she almost wished the drive had been a little longer.

Jon put the car in park and turned off the engine. “Here we are.”

“Thanks for driving me.” She looked toward her front door, then back at him.

“Of course.”

She reached for the door handle, but hesitated. “Do you…”

Jon looked over. “Yeah?”

The question suddenly felt much bigger than it had a second ago.

“Do you want to come inside for a minute?”The words were out before she could rethink them.

She immediately added, “I mean, just for a drink or something. Since you drove all the way here.”

Jon looked at her for a moment. “You’re inviting me in for a drink after accusing me of enjoying making you uncomfortable?”

“I hate you.” Her face heated.

“No, you don’t.”

She rolled her eyes. “Are you coming in or not?”

A smile tugged at his mouth. “Sure, princess.”

She really needed him to stop calling her that. And yet, as she got out of the car, she found herself smiling.

The inside of her house was quiet compared to the party. Too quiet, maybe.

She turned on the kitchen light and slipped off her shoes while Jon followed behind her, placing his keys on the counter.

“You want something to drink?”

“I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded and opened the fridge anyway, mostly because she needed something to do with her hands.

It felt weirdly familiar having him in her house. He’d never been to her own apartment but he’d been to her parent’s house countless times. And now she was standing in her own kitchen, wearing his jacket, and Jon was watching her like he was seeing something new.

She handed him a glass of water anyway. Their fingers brushed when he took the glass.

She hated that she noticed things like the warmth of his hand, the way his fingers curled around the glass, the small scar on his knuckle she vaguely remembered from years ago.

She turned away before he could see her staring. Again.

Jon had always been good at reading people. He noticed small changes, little habits, things other people missed. And lately, he had been noticing her. Not the way he would notice his best friend’s daughter, or the way he would notice someone he’d watched grow up.

The realization had been creeping in all evening, and he’d been trying not to acknowledge it.

“Your jacket,” she said suddenly, breaking him out of his thoughts.

She started to take it off, but Jon stopped her. “Keep it for tonight.”

She hesitated. “Why?”

Jon leaned back against the counter, mustering her for a moment. “Looks good on you.”

Her eyes flickered up to his face, then to the glass in her hand. Jon had seen that reaction all night. The way she looked away whenever he caught her staring, and the way she tried to act unaffected whenever he teased her. The way she got that little smile when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. Jon smiled. He liked it.

Jon stepped a little closer, still smiling and she looked up at him.

“Why do you keep embarrassing me,” she asked.

“Because I like how you react,” he murmured.

She blinked, caught off guard. “Oh.”

He stepped a little closer. “I like the look on your face when you’re trying to figure out what to say.”

She stared at him for a second. “That is such a mean thing to admit.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you know exactly what you’re doing.”

Jon tilted his head, pretending to think about it. “Do I?”

She gave him a look and Jon smiled. “Alright, princess.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Do you do this on purpose?” She asked, a warm pool forming in her stomach.

“What?”

She noticed that they’re standing way too close for family friends now. She caught the faint scent of his cologne. Jon had to lean back a bit to take a sip from his water. She could almost feel his breath on her skin.

“Calling me that,” she whispered, not trusting her voice anymore.

Jon looked at her for a moment, and the teasing smile on his face softened into something more curious. “Calling you a nickname I’ve been calling you for years?”

“That’s not what I mean.” She immediately regretted saying that, because now she had to explain what she meant. She looked down briefly, trying to collect her thoughts, then back at him. Her head felt strangely empty, like every thought had disappeared the second he stepped closer. Jon had somehow taken up too much space in her brain, and she hated that he probably knew it.

A small smile tugged at his mouth.

“Why are you so shy all of the sudden?” His fingers brushed a small strand of hair out of her face and she almost forgot how to breathe.

“You were a little brat just a few hours ago,” he said, his voice softer now. “Where did she go, hm?”

She swallowed. “I’m still here.”

“Are you? Because I remember someone who had no problem arguing with me.”

“I can still argue with you.”

Jon smiled. “Then where’s that attitude?”

She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” His smile widened. She hated how much she wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

For a moment neither of them moved and kitchen suddenly felt very small. She could hear the hum of the refrigerator behind her and the faint sound of traffic somewhere outside. And Jon’s quiet breaths.

His eyes flicked briefly to her mouth before returning to her eyes. She barely caught it, but she did and the realization sent a rush of heat through her.

The teasing smile slowly disappeared from Jon’s face and her heart hammered against her ribs.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Tell me to leave.”

She stared at him. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, setting his water down on the counter behind him. His hand found her hip, thumb circling over the soft fabric. She reached for the front of his shirt before she could talk herself out of it.

“Yeah,” she whispered and Jon eyes skimmed over her face, taking in every detail as he leaned down to kiss her.

His lips felt soft against her own. She let go of his shirt, her hand wandering toward his neck as Jon placed both his hands on her waist, pulling her closer.

She couldn’t recall how long the kiss had lasted. It felt like one minute and one hour at the same time.

“Oh my god,” was the first thing that came out of her mouth after they had finally separated. Jon just laughed quietly, his hand pushing her hair behind her ear, then holding her chin. His thumb caressed her lower lip carefully.

He took her cup and set it beside his own, before pulling her in again, with much more force. One hand was on her waist, the other found its way to her neck, grabbing a handful of hair, making her let out a surprised moan.

He broke the kiss, smug smile on his face. “You like that, don’t you, Princess?” His fist tightened, pulling her hair.

“Jon, please–“ she whined, already a mess.

“What, baby? What do you want?”

“You. I want you.”

Jon let go of your hair. “Show me your bedroom, princess.”

She led him to it. He pushed open the door, barely taking in the sight before sliding his jacked off her shoulders.

“You look so pretty in my clothes, baby,” he murmured in her ear as he pushed her toward the bed. “You’re my pretty girl, aren’t you?”

A quiet whimper rumbled through her throat and she nodded.

They lay down on the bed, Jon on top of her. He kissed her lips again before leaving a trail of pecks on her cheek and neck. His hand disappeared under her shirt, giving her breast a squeeze.

“You were making it real hard for me. Getting all embarrassed and shy on me.” He moved to take off her shirt. “Eyeing me the whole evening, acting like you don’t want me.”

She could feel her face heat up as she went to cover it with her hands.

“No, baby. Let me see how flustered you can get,” he said, moving her hands out of her face. He caressed her cheek with his knuckles and she bit her lower lip, looking at him.

Her mind went hazy as he opened the button to her pants, sliding them down. She was left only in her underwear while he was still fully dressed.

Her fingers fiddled at the hem of his shirt before he grabbed her wrists. “What do you want, princess. Use your words.”

She inhaled sharply. “Take off your shirt? Please?”

“Such a good girl for me,” he said. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She’d seen him in movies. On magazine covers. None of that had prepared her for being just inches away from him.

Jon caught her staring and one corner of his mouth lifted. “You gonna keep looking at me like that?”

Heat rushed to her face. “Shut up.”

His laugh was low and warm. “That’s what I thought.”

She let her hand roam over his body, fingers following the dents of his muscles.

“Jon. Please…” she said.

“I know, baby,” he muttered, kissing up her neck, biting a little. His hand grabbed her thigh, pushing her legs apart a little. “Fuck, you’re so pretty for me. Take off your bra, baby.”

She whined, bucking up her hips against his. Her boobs sprung free as she unclasped her bra, Jon’s hand immediately moving to grab them. His thumb brushed over her nipple and she gasped. He kissed down her neck, leaving little bites, until he reached her breast. His tongue slid over her hard bud. “Look at you, baby. I barely even touched you and you’re a mess already.”

His hand slid down to her panties and she whined again. Her fingers raked through his hair as he pulled her panties to the side and slid his middle finger through her folds.

“Shit, baby,” he said, teasing at her clit, “You’re so wet for me.”

She bucked her hips against his hand, wanting more.

“Easy, pretty girl,” he warned her. He slid his middle finger inside of her, slowly pumping. “Look at you, princess. You’re such a dirty girl. In bed with her dad’s friend like the little slut you are.”

She moaned as he added another finger. “Jonny–“

“I got you, baby.” He slipped off her panties, his fingers still pumping in and out of her.

She moaned loudly as he slid his tongue over her sensitive clit, trying to lift her head to see what he's doing. He made eye contact with her as he licked her slowly, tracing the tip of his tongue between her labia.

“Fuck, Jon.” She let out a strangled moan as he sucks on her clit, writhing to get away from the intensity. He grabbed her thighs, pushing them closer to his face so she couldn’t get away.

“Jon, I–“ She whimpered as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her heart was hammering against her rib cage and her hands pulled at his messy hair.

“That’s it, baby,” he said after sucking on her clit one last time. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

Jon climbed on top of her, her juices glistening on his lips and chin. He puts his thumb to her lips, pressing into them. She opens her mouth and lets him in, her tongue circles the tip of his finger while she’s holding eye contact.

He pulled out his thumb and kissed her before he took off his pants and underwear in one go. She tried not to look but his dick was thick and girthy. She watched as Jon stroked it lazily.

He licked his lips and leaned down to kiss her, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. She could feel his the tip of his cock at her entrance and her breath hitched.

“Please,” she said and he took her hand and interlinked their fingers, pinning it to the bed, as he pushed in slowly. A low moan escaped his throat. Once his hips were flush against hers, he gave her a second to adjust, feeling her contracting against his cock.

What started as a quiet grunt shifted into a desperate moan, unable to hold herself back.

“That's right, princess. Let me hear you,” he mutters, small grunts coming from him as he’s pumping into her. She could feel him twitching inside of her, his veins pressing against her walls.

He was pumping into her at a steady pace now. Her vision slightly blurred, she put her hands up against the headboard of her bed. Jon moved to pin them above her head, holding her there while fucking into her.

She hears Jon hum to himself. “What a pretty view. My pretty girl. Getting fucked by an old man. You like that, don’t you?”

She moaned in approval, not trusting a single word coming from her mouth.

The dim lights of her bedroom casted faint glow on Jon’s face. She tried to take in every detail of him. The way his eyebrows arched, the way he licked his lips. His grunts. For a second, she felt like she was dreaming, unable to grasp how she’d ended up in her bed with Jon. The man she’d been crushing on for half her life. The man she’d spent years convincing herself she was over.

Jon looked at her and smiled. “You even stare at me while I’m fucking you.”

She turned her face to the side, trying to hide from him, but Jon didn’t like that.

“No, baby. Look at me. I wanna see you.” He thrusted harder, making her moan loudly. She fought to keep her eyes open to look at him, like he wanted her to. But Jon was pounding into her and her vision went white as another orgasm twitched through her body. She let out a loud moan, her hands tingling.

“My pretty girl. So good for me.” Jon thrusted into her a few times, his breathing fast against her neck. He came inside of her with one last pound.

He laid down on her, his dick still inside of her, catching his breath.

For a while, neither of them said anything. She stared at the ceiling, still trying to process the fact that Jon was actually lying beside her. A small laugh escaped her before she could stop it and Jon turned his head to her.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she smiled. “Just funny how this evening turned out.”

Jon smiled and propped himself up on his elbows to slowly pull out of her, making her hiss as she was sensitive. He kissed her lips and got up to go get a towel. When he came back he carefully wiped her clean.

Once he was done, he laid down next to her. “You know, you could’ve told me earlier that you had a thing for older men.”

Her eyes widened. “Jon.”

“What?”

“Kiss me, you stupid fuck,” she grinned.