Britt| 37 | Obsessed with Jake Gyllenhaal & Henry Cavill. Appreciates stories (Typically NSFW/18+), Photos and whatever else occupies the mind. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! If you're 18, you probably shouldn't be on my page Masterlist
Here's some quick links to the current works I am writing. You can find more of my current work at my Masterlist though I'm shit at updating so this is probably the best for Jake stuff particularly. One day my manic OCD will kick for my page and I'll be better at updating lol:
Current WIP
Hide & Seek Series: Detective Loki X Female MCÂ *
Sweet & Savage Series: Elwood Dalton X Female MCÂ *
Bound to You Series: Rookie David Loki X Reader*
Watermelon Sugar (Bronco x Sid x Reader)*
A Very Inconvenient Attraction (Bronco x Reader)*
Save A Heist, Ride a Cowboy Series: Bronco x Rader
Requests
Rusty Sabich x ReaderÂ
Rusty falling for Carolyn, specifically SMUT on how there love story blossomed leading up to episode 1Â
Eugenia and Rusty having a fling
Jamie Randall X Reader
Jamie is a fresh new doctor out of med school, freshly single and he absolutely hates it until he runs into you
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âhe was talking about emperor Valerian, whom the Persians allegedly skinned, stuffed, and kept on display, right?â wrong, that would be too obvious. he roasted Trump by comparing him to Philip the Arab
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No one asked for this but I wanted to play around with how I perceive Jakeâs characters would respond to the five senses and going to start with the most revered - touch. Iâm breaking touch into two parts - Sweet & Sinful so you get sweet today. Mainly because I want to write so badly but starting a new job has been humbling and I only have it in me to do small one shots unbetad (sorry not sorry). Also I recognize that not everyone enjoys touch the same way I do so if you are someone who would like a revised version message me otherwise you get what you get.Â
Also please comment, reblog, love, let me know if you'd care for all five senses lol
When you first start dating heâs hesitant with his touches. Heâll go for your hand then pull back, awkwardly kiss your forehead in public, things like that
However, the more you take the lead in it does he get comfortable reciprocating
He loves when you reach for him in public; rather its for his hands to intertwine or to rest your head on his shoulder if your sitting next to each other he likes you gravitate towards himÂ
Heâll be into minor PDA at first. Quick pecks and hugsÂ
The more you both date and depending on your preference, heâd feel safe to be more intimate in front of othersÂ
Behind closed doors he loves that you love to lean into him, wrap your arms around him, be held by him
Heâd love placing his head in your lap after a long day and having you run your hands through his thick strands. For him that would be more intimate than making out while you chatted
Though he loves to make out; the minute you start kissing you could make out with him for hoursÂ
For him, touch is equivalent to safety so the safer he feels with you the more heâll touch youÂ
He loved laying claim on his women in public and would unabashedly fuck you in public places like bathrooms and alleys no regretsÂ
Post-UFC championship Dalton is a complete 180
Heâs mindful of how he engages with you physically. He feels his touch is tainted with death so he keeps to himselfÂ
So much it takes forever for you to realize he really, really, really, likes youÂ
Dalton would be sooo touch starved. The first time you move to hug him he just basks in it, pulling you to his chest, face hidden in your neck. Breathing your scent in, your warmth, the feel of your arms around himÂ
He lives for your hugs but when you kiss him game overÂ
He would always be mindful and reserved, he hates for everyone at Glass Key to be in his business, but he lives for a long and slow makeout session preferably behind closed doors
But he wouldnât mind if it was also in public like at a beachÂ
Dalton loves to cuddle; he loves to fall on top of you on the couch and just melt into youÂ
Though he also loves it when you curl up in his arms because he loves protecting you
Bronco Beauregard
Bronco isn't necessarily needy in touches but also he loves to touch youÂ
A kiss when he feels like it, a smack on the ass when he sees you, poking your hips and drawing you to him he just loves body on body contactÂ
He also loves to tease you by rubbing his shadow anywhere on your body, leaving irritated marks against your skin because it's an excuse to kiss wherever thereâs scratch marksÂ
Also Bronco doesnât mind PDA but he also is mindful of it because of the line of work heâs in; he wants to make sure you donât get profiled and used as leverage against him
That being said, he will 100% make out with you in public if he finds you look particularly sexy or after a long time away from youÂ
He loves days where the two of you can stay in bed and either cuddle or have sex. He especially loves being held by you after a bout of lovemakingÂ
John Kinley
This man is touch starved in that desperate, needy way
He spends months away from you so whenever heâs home he just needs to touch youÂ
It can be as simple as holding you from behind while you cook, his head resting on your shoulderÂ
Or having you sit on his lap while he's at work at his desk, having you read because he refuses for you to snuggle up with a book aloneÂ
He just wants you to know he loves and needs youÂ
He loves to kiss. John is the kind of man who knows how to give you soft, sweet picks and build up to a full blown makeout session within a minute span
Heâd also like to give you foot massages while you guys chatted on the couchÂ
Just simple acts of touch that lets you know that heâs here and is connected to youÂ
Rusty Sabich
Rusty, because he shouldnât be touching you means that he will selfishly find any reason to have skin on skin contact
It will start out innocent - a brush of fingers here, arms lightly brushing when you work late togetherÂ
When he makes it obvious his intentions then heâd be more bold in public settings
Hand softly placed on your thigh, leaning into to whisper close enough to tickle your ear and cause goosebumps to explode down your neckÂ
When you got one on one time the soft nuances of his touch would become full blown obsession
Pushed against any surface he can, lips hungrily falling on yours
Heâd be a neck biter for sure, hands digging into your thighs and ass
Desperate and needyÂ
Jamie Reynolds
Jamie loves touch, obviously, but he didnât realize how much he loves intimate and mindful touch until he dates youÂ
He loves the way you hold him, heâs a big fan of being the little spoon when you two cuddleÂ
He loves to take baths together and to be held by youÂ
He loves that you make him feel safe enough to be held and cared for physically. His family doesnât do hugs or affection so receiving it from you he realizes he needs it. Like a lot.Â
He loves to hold your hand and draw you into hugs and make out with you slowly in very public placesÂ
Like to the point that strangers ask you both to get a room đ
He loves the way you like to hold him while he falls back into your lap and chat with you about all the things on his mindÂ
He especially loves when you ask him to hold you or comfort him; he loves being needed and wanting to care for you
Bonus Jake:Â
Okay I normally donât touch Jake because heâs real and I donât fucking know lol
But Jake seems like heâd be mindful; very much super PG in public with you. If you wanted to hold hands heâd do it and he wouldnât mind holding or kissing you but heâd always be aware of people watching and want to keep that to himself
Behind closed door I think heâd be super touchy
Def. holding you from behind while he teaches you how to cook a new recipe or help you chop something, head lazily hanging out on your shoulder
He loves when you fall on his chest, either resting your chin on his chest while you both chat or holding you while you both watch something togetherÂ
He seems like a person who loves to share kisses with you, soft and sweet but happy to make out if you were big into that too
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As always, all work was written by me @peacefulwriter88 please do not repost, publish, or use as your own
Summary: Johnâs team set up the BBQ before returning to base empty handed, meanwhile you and John find a way to kill time in your own way.
Pairing: John Kinley x fem!reader
Word count: 1,702
Warnings: 18+, handjob, oral (m receiving), cum shot, public (-ish?)
A/N: This is a slight continuation from âCelebrationsâ as in itâs the same character, you donât have to go read that one, but reader is a sniper thatâs part of Johnâs team. Itâs set during a scene at the start of the film so thereâs a bit of canon dialogue. Itâs really short, and a bit one sided, but so naughty I just had to write it.
Header by me :)
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John Kinleyâs team took refuge under a tarp already in place resting from the scorching sun on the ruins of an abandoned camp left by the group they were trying so desperately to find, frustrated by the lack of progress they have made over the past few months John decided to take a breather and regroup, allowing Eddie âChow Chowâ Lopez to cook them some of that meat he acquired from a merchant at the town they passed a few clicks back.
Steve remained at his post on the turret guarding them from incoming threats, after all they were still on enemy territory even though they surveilled the site thoroughly. In the meantime, you took the opportunity to relax a bit, laying down on the hood of the truck, your left knee bent to comfortably take in the bright sun, your eyes hidden behind some aviators, though your army issued rifle firmly on hand just in case. It wasnât until Tom Cat handed you a can of beer that you came down from your comfortable position, the boys stood up reverently and in a swift motion as if rehearsed all of you cracked open the can of beer and lifted it in honor of Jack-Jack, your fallen team member recently lost to a bomber during a mission not too long ago. You drink in the cold and frankly refreshing drops of beer, like a sweet elixir for the soul.
âWhen do you think Steve should get his first beer?â Eddie teased.
âYeah, I donât know. When do you get to drink your first beer, Steve?â John pondered with a slight smile, as if you could read his mind, you reached the cooler to grab a beer.
âWhenever you say so, sirâ Steve answered at John with a salute. John turned to look at you with a shit eating grin staring at the can in your hand and gave a slight nod for you to toss it. You could see the mischief through his dark glasses, having seen that look so many times in the past.
You toss the can to Steve who catches it with ease.
While the crew munched down on Chow Chowâs barbecue and beer, you take the opportunity to take a walk, so many hours in the Humvee killed your circulation, it was nice to be able to stretch your legs once in a while, there was rarely an opportunity to just wander about and explore during missions so you took the chance whenever possible. The whole team had reconned the whole site and it seemed secure enough. Soon you heard the familiar footsteps of your Master Sargeant following you. It was dangerous of him to do so, the team already suspected they had a thing going on but they had a two new members, Ahmed, the new interpreter and Steve, the new ECO, the boys were tight and if they ever saw anything happening between you two they hadnât reported it to high command but since interpersonal relationships was prohibited by the military you knew you were going to be in a lot of trouble if some of the new guys were to report both of you. So, John was taking a risk by following you into a remote part of the site, alone with his subordinate wasnât an honorable look. But it had been so long since the last time they were together, it had been months, honestly John had lost track of the time and he was yearning to touch you, to kiss you, to make you his once more.
âShouldnât be here, Johnâ you reprimanded him, not looking back though knowing exactly it was him.
âItâs your fault you knowâ He caught up with you pressing his body to your back, you were far enough away not to be seen, the walls of the ruins providing cover from the team and Steve up on the turret.
âHow is it my fault?â you lean into his touch, his hands finding their way to your chest underneath the tactical vest.
âYou think youâre at the beach, or posing for some naughty calendar laying that way on the truck?â John whispered roughly on your ear, his hand grabbing firmly at your neck pushing your chin away to expose your neck. You chuckle, it wasnât your intention, but you sometimes forget the effect you had on John.
âLet me make it up to youâ you turned around and pushed him to the wall of the ruins, discarding your glove while keeping eye contact with John, his glasses long discarded on top of his hair, now his deep blue eyes glistened with lust staring right back at you.
The vest with the ammunitions made it hard for you to be in close contact with each other, but you knew a perfect way to feel him close to her, John tried to approach your lips to kiss you, but you denied him the sweet satisfaction with a smirk.
With your fingerless glove secure on the pocked of your vest you moved on to work on Johnâs belt and pants, his bewildered eyes and slightly parted mouth stared back at you, getting lost in the sensation of your hand on his cock, getting harder by the second, twitching with every delicate movement of your palm.
Trying to speed things along, he thrusts into your hand, you loved to see Johnâs face as he let go of his inhibitions and delivered himself to you entirely, you thrived on it.Â
John expected this to be a mere hand job, a quick release given the place they found themselves in and the small window of time they had before being suspicious. He was so very wrong. you gave him a quick kiss, sucking on his lower lip before dropping down to your knees, quickly pulling down on his pants below his ass to release his throbbing member to the elements, it looked so good under the shadow of the sun, so pink and veiny, ready for your mouth.
John let out a quick quiet moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of your tongue running up his length, your ungloved hand taking hold of his balls to help him get a better feeling. He grabbed onto your tidy slicked back hair not caring if he messed it around and cause even more suspicion with the boys, he needed to stop your teasing and insert his cock deeper in your delicious mouth.
You allowed his length to cover the walls of your mouth, to reach the back of your throat, your eyes watering at the sensation. You moaned softly to make the member vibrate, just the way he liked it, he thrusts into your mouth while holding your head, you tried not to choke or gag despite being roughly fucked in the mouth, you knew heâd get that sweet release soon and you wanted nothing more than to please your Sergeant.
John kept thrusting, eyes closed fully engaged in the sensation of your hand handling his sack and your tongue coating the width of his member, you sucked on the tip occasionally making it pop as you exited the tip and licked every inch of his length, while your hand moved from his sack to the base of his member to aid him through his release. He grabbed your head one more time to urge you to release him from your mouth so he could finally get there, he never released himself inside your mouth, instead enjoying your disheveled look when he squirted near your lips or on occasions in your chest, but this was a different occasion, there needed to be no evidence of their act, so you grabbed his balls and massaged them so he would have no time to think or react and overwhelmed by the sensation he released himself inside your mouth. You stroke his cock through his orgasm, milking every drop from him, running your tongue all over it, like wanting to wipe it clean, then you spat the substance to the grass, mixed with your own saliva.
âFuckâ John managed to say in between heavy breaths âIâm sorry, I couldnât stopâŠâ he began apologizing for releasing inside you, still believing he had some sort of control in the matter. You mischievously chuckled while wiping your lips clean with your scarf.
âYou think I was going to let you mess in my face or my uniform?â you scoffed, fixing up your hair from where he grabbed you and putting on your glove back.
âI⊠UhâŠâ he was at a loss for words.
âCome on John, weâve been gone for too longâ you fixed your vest and retrieved the rifle to its rightful position hanging on your chest, a grin on your face having achieved exactly what you intended.
John quickly fixed his pants and belt, running his hands through his long hair, trying but failing to make it look presentable. As you walked back to the trucks, you saw the boys were almost done packing up the gear they used for their little camping, before they noticed the both of you, you grabbed his hat hanging from the back of his vest and gave it to him so he would look less like he just had the most amazing blowjob of his life, he blushed and nodded at you before separating and going into their respective units, he traveled on the first truck while you took the truck with the turret behind their unit.
John looked nervous at his team, wondering if they heard or saw something unusual about your little rendezvous but they were business as usual, quite content with the delicious meat Eddie prepared for them and the cold beer.
âWhere to now, boss?â Jizzy questioned as he took his position behind the wheel.
âLet's head back to base, boysâ he let out a sight of relief, Ahmed stared at him when he looked through the back mirror, he still couldnât read the interpreter, something about him he couldnât quite place.
What a lovely little one shot! I love the insinuation between reader and John, I love the idea of having an undercover relationship with him and him being smitten with you. John is such an underrated character this was a nice little read but most importantly that youâre writing again!
A/N: Inspired by a conversation I had with @escape-surreal because we agree, waking up to David Loki is peak. I love a lazy Sunday morning and I love the idea of having a lazy Sunday morning with David. Everytime I think Iâve gotten over David I watch Prisoners and am likeâŠno I love him your honor. Enjoy. It's probably the shortest thing Iâve ever written lol Iâm proud!Â
Also just quickly wrote this morning sorry if it's shit!Â
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ImagineâŠ..
Soft rays of gold and dandelion yellow find their way to your body, brush over your eyes causing you to squint and try to shift away from the light. Youâre stopped by something heavy, something warm that intuitively drags you closer to him and even fighting through the heaviness of sleep you know it to be David.Â
Heâs been working a case, you havenât seen him in almost four days but heâs here now. Must've quietly slipped in, a ghost to not disturb your sleep and you give a lazy smile as you give in to the morning rays.Â
So much for sleeping in.Â
Still, you could be lazy in bed. You could lay in the arms of your man as he nuzzled into your neck, giving a grateful sigh as you held him close to you. You could memorize the moles on the side of his face, falling down his neck as he breathed you in, breathed you out. He smelled faintly of cedarwood and pine, fresh and faint, a shower he must've taken straight from work.Â
You loved him.Â
You allow yourself to lay like that for what feels like hours before your stomach begins to rumble, legs getting angsty along with the list your brain is starting to build of things that need to be done. You shift trying to slowly ease out of bed, trying to escape the warm cage of your husband's arms. Except, like a flower touching the light of sun for the first time, he moves with you intuitively even in his sleep and drags you back to him, burying his head in your hair. His hips involuntarily push against you, the hard erection teasing your underside and you groan.Â
Now you only have one thing on your mind.Â
You know David wonât let you free now without waking, that any chance of sneaking away to surprise him with coffee in bed is lost. Instead, you take the opportunity to twist in his arms, to place tender kisses on his jaw, down his throat, hands moving down his exposed chest.Â
He hums content, hips reacting to your touch but he stays asleep, exhaustion winning over anything else. You take advantage of the position to move down with your fingers, lips dragging against his skin, tasting him. When your mouth latches briefly across a nipple he hisses, shifts to give you more access though he remains in his sleeping stupor. You move lower, lower, until you find your prize, his cock springing free from the rigidness of his sweats.Â
You donât give him a chance to react.Â
Instead your mouth latches over his crown, its pink and swollen begging for relief, and you moan appreciatively as you give his hole a kitten lick, tasting his precum.Â
He wouldnât last long.Â
His eyes shoot open, mouth ragged as his mind tries to process whatâs happening. You donât allow him the reprieve, instead taking more of him in your mouth and he moans, hips slightly arching as he whispers,Â
âFuck.âÂ
He tries to blink down at you, his eyes trying to latch onto your form but years of reading reports closeup and an undiagnosed astigmatism causes you to be a mild blur and heâs desperate to find his glasses, to find you.Â
You shake your head, humming as you take more of him, your mouth bobbing up and down his length as he swells larger in your mouth. The sigh of relief that spills out of him when he hits the back of your throat causing the walls of your pussy to clench but you try to ignore it.Â
You wanted this to be about him.Â
âUnhâŠbabyâŠungh Iâm not going ... .to last. Been too longâŠâÂ
His plea is a whisper, begging for mercy as your hand wraps around him, grips him tight, saliva and precum the lubricant for his desire. He hated when you selfishly gave into his desire, always mindful, but you know heâll make up for it later.Â
He always does.Â
You also donât want him to see you;Â you want him to focus on how good youâre making him feel. How he makes you feel. Your nose scrunches from the way his pubic hair tickles the top of it as you take more of him, desperately needing air but wanting to be consumed by him. He gives in, glasses forgotten knowing that you wonât let him have his way.Â
That it's best to give in to the desires you both had for each other..Â
âFuck, like that Y/NâŠjust like that. You make me feel so good. Youâre the only one who can make me feel this good..âÂ
His words are whispered prayers, theyâre reverent, and you take each one like a gift.Â
When your hand cups his balls he stiffens, hands grasping for your hair as he takes charge, fucking your mouth. It's only moments later that youâre greeted with his seed, the taste of him coating your tongue, the back of your throat, the pit of your empty stomach. He shouts out your name like a priest in a temple, its loud and resonates against the walls, causes your cat to shift from her place by the window to leave the room, disturbed again by your fucking. You drink him in until he has nothing left to give and when you pull away with a pop you look up at your man.Â
His eyes are closed as he tries to regulate his breathing. His hair is disheveled, the dark thick strands that you love to run your hands through poking out in all directions. Heâs older now than when you both first met, thirteen years will do that, and as he inches towards his mid forties you can see it more in his face. In the creases in his eyes, the laugh lines youâve forced on him with time.Â
You crawl up his body, biting your lip as you move to grab his glasses, handing him the thick black frames as he blinks them open, placing them on his face to take you in.Â
Youâre sure you're equally ruined - puffy lipped, cum and morning breathing mingling with his but he smiles at you in that way that causes your stomach to drop before cupping your cheek.Â
âAnd what did I do to deserve that morning treat?âÂ
You smile back at him, soft and tender and shake your head.Â
âLoving me as much as I love you.âÂ
Ocean orbs watch you, swallowing the way you look back at him. His eyes have always said so much more than his words ever could. Right now, they're telling you a lot. That he doesn't know what he's done to deserve you. That he's unsure that he does still deserve you, even after all this time. That he loves you back just as fiercely. But always, the lingering one that stains your heart - that he doesn't understand why you love him.
If only he knew.
Loving David was easy, even after all these years. Beyond his handsome good looks, he was just a good person. Mindful, thoughtful, compassionate. Smart, witty, funny. Even on hard days it just made sense, him and you.
You loved him.Â
The way he draws you to him, cum and morning breath be damned as your tongues tangle, you know he loves you too.Â
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Heâll make breakfast, well, heâll make coffee and get the things out for you to make breakfast. Out of the two of you, you were best equipped despite the many years youâve tried to teach him.Â
Heâll know that you went to the farmers market the day before like you always do in the summer, that you grabbed the produce you needed for avocado toast that heâs come to love, the coffee beans he craves when you brew it at home.Â
In just his sweat pants heâll stand in front of the coffee pot, a cup of joe freshly poured. No sugar, no cream for him. Heâll have poured yours too, heavy whipping cream just a drop, and be looking down at a physical copy of Conyers Bugle because he still liked to read what was going on in the small town despite the fact you both now lived closer to Philadelphia. A result of his promotion to PSP.Â
His hair will be in disarray, nothing short of chaotic and out of place for him, except in the safety of his home. In the safety of you. Heâll be sipping the coffee with one hand, holding the paper and reading it with his glasses in the other and only looking up when he hears you pad into the kitchen, face freshly washed, teeth freshly brushed.
The sky blue shirt that drapes over your body, frames over your curves naturally causes his mouth to tug into a smile as he heatedly drinks you in. You smile looking back at him, knowing that the precum stain in the front of his sweats was but a warning for the kind of day you were in store for.Â
You both have plenty to do - laundry, cleaning, meal prep - but you know the instant David looks at you it's a lost cause.Â
Heâs already decided you and your shared king sized bed is the priority.Â
âI expect you to do the laundry later tonight then.â you break first as he chuckles, placing his coffee down and walking over to you.Â
âDeal.â he whispers, before his hips land on yours.Â
Yeah, you loved lazy Sunday mornings. Â
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Summary: Fresh out of the academy, David Lokiâs a young cop on the night shift. What happens when during a routine traffic spot, heâs confronted with an old crush who has other plans to get out of a ticket?Â
A/N: Okay I love David so much I missed him and I am so excited to explore him as a father! Heads up, this wonât be fully seen in this part but its an important build up for him and reader who I am obsessed with.Â
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David falls back in his seat as he looks out to the trendy condo that stands across the street from where heâs currently parked. It's a clash of the new and old, modern steel blended with old brick. Thereâs a large patio outside; it hosts an array of flowers and plants and the yard has enough room where thereâs grass to sit in, enough space for maybe a picnic but that's it.Â
A quick glance would make it look like any other house, except there's a bird seed catcher hanging from the porch rafters song with wind chimes that sing softly when a subtle breeze picks up.Â
A touch of you.Â
Thereâs a little car thatâs been abandoned too; itâs a two door jeep with a cacophony of colors on it and it's obvious that whoever owns loves it.Â
Itâs his daughters. A touch of her.Â
He pulls out his phone again, instantly moving to his messages where he finds the last one that you sent a day ago. You wanted to share photos of Isla, he hadnât argued against it, and he looks down at the six you sent with a small smile that forms on his face.Â
He has a daughter and she was absolutely perfect.Â
He blinks away the other thoughts that have haunted him since he found out. He didnât get to see you pregnant, swollen with the love that you both had created. He didnât get to go with you to learn more about caring for a baby - lamaze class he thinks, and he didnât get to help you with building a crib, buying a carseat, lamenting over a stroller. He didnât get to hold your hand and tell you how fucking amazing you were as you delivered his child. Didnât get to be one of the first people to hold Isla for the first time, cradling her in his arms.Â
Two years of experiences lost.Â
All because the two of you couldnât figure out your shit.Â
He thinks back to how he had reacted after you had told him about her. It wasnât his finest moment but fuck, you donât drop âhey before we fuck each other to kingdom come I had your child last year and she really wants to meet youâ casually and not expect a guy to freak out.Â
The truth was he had been, was still, hurt.
He thought you could tell him anything.Â
He thought wrong.Â
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David doesnât know what to say.Â
He doesnât know what to think.Â
All he can do is stare.Â
He stares so long that you move the phone away from his line of sight and breath out,Â
âPleaseâŠ.say something.â
That snaps him. The phone is gone. The child is gone.Â
His child.Â
Your child.Â
You both had a child together.Â
His eyes flit up to yours. You look scared, but youâre also concerned. He exhales, takes a step away from you. Drinks in your car. A Volvo XC60, a new and nice one that offers safety and luxury all in one. He can see the faint outline of a car seat in the back now that he looks closely through the tinted windows.Â
How did he miss this?Â
He draws his eyes back to you, exhales.Â
âWhenâŠ.was she born?âÂ
âIn August. Last year.âÂ
âIn London?â
âYes.â
He ingests that information, closes his eyes.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â he finally asks.Â
It's the real question that lingers. Why did you keep this from him? Why would you think it's okay to keep something like this from him?
Youâre quiet, so quiet he thinks you left. Youâre standing there numb, shaking your head.
âI donât know.â you finally whisper. You lick your lips as you look down at your phone screen, trying to grab words from your mind,Â
âI wanted too the minute I found out. I knew she was yours. I hadnât been with anyone for months. So long I forgot that I was off birth control when weâŠ..and I was worried that you wouldnâtâŠ.you were so adamant I continue to live life without you I was just really confused.âÂ
David watches you back for a long time, ingesting that information. You werenât blaming him and you werenât blaming yourself but there was blame to be had and he also didnât know where it laid.Â
It would be easy to lay it on you.Â
âDoes she know about me?â he finally asks and you finally meet his eyes and nod. Youâre crying, thick wet tears falling down your face.Â
âIâve told her about you since she was born. She knows you because I show photos of us, of you.âÂ
âWell thatâs fucking something.âÂ
He runs his hands through his hair, has to move around. Place this frenetic energy somewhere. His brain is now working overtime, aware, activated to the part of him he utilizes when heâs on a case.Â
âYour family knows.â A statement not a fact you confirm immediately.Â
âYes.âÂ
âYou told them not to tell me.âÂ
â....yes.âÂ
He scoffs. Of course you fucking did.Â
âWhere is she right now?âÂ
âWith Sam and his partner. He offered to babysit tonight because I told him I was going to finally tell you.âÂ
David wants to hit something and can feel a torrid of emotions tear through him. Something about that, you asking your family to hide it from him, hurts even more.Â
âSheâs the roommate?â he finally asks and you nod,Â
âI wasnât going to tell you over the phone David. I wanted to tell you in person, you at least deserve that.âÂ
âHow thoughtful of you,â he doesnât mean to sound nasty, he doesnât but heâs barreling through a series of emotions and the one person who knew how to talk him down from them had been deceiving him for two years. He moves back until heâs flush against his car, finally saying what he felt down to his core, âYou didnât have the right Y/N, not the fucking right at all to not tell me about her.âÂ
âI know David, I know.â you break out into a full sob, shaking your head as you look at him. You donât look to him for empathy, thereâs that knowing glint in your eyes because you know as much as he did that you had monumentally fucked up.Â
âI know I am terrible for keeping her from you and you from her. I didnât know what to do. I was so scared and I donât know David. I was stupid and afraid. I thought youâŠ.I donât know what I thought. I moved back because the minute I had her, the minute they placed her in my arms. I wanted to make sure you both had a life together. I only didn't during the pregnancy because I didnât know what to do, I was scared andâŠ.it doesnât matter.Â
I know what this means for me. I know that I broke your trust. I know that I may never have what I hope for us. But none of that matters because I rather you have a relationship with her if it canât be me. You both deserve that.âÂ
He looks at you, drinks you in. Even ruined, tears staining your face and shame ebbing your eyes he knows what he wishes he could deny.Â
He fucking loved you.
He still wants forever with you despite this betrayal.Â
Even if you threatened to drive him insane.Â
âI need toâŠI need some time.â he finally says and you nod, close your eyes as another sob escapes out of you. He sighs before moving closer to you, hesitating to touch you. He had to say what was really attacking his gut, what was really breaking him.Â
âYouâve never lied to me.âÂ
You snap your eyes to him and shake your head,Â
âI didnât lie to you though David, I just didnât tell you.â you counter with a shaky voice and he exhales.Â
âI didnât realize I needed to tell you that if you ever carried my child you should tell me. Not saying anything is just as bad as a lie.â he snaps back and you close your eyes and cry harder.Â
He closes his eyes, exhales. He hates making you cry, even when things are your fault. He hates the way you fall into yourself, the way you make yourself smaller. The desperate way he can tell you want to reach out to him because his body naturally in response wants to reach out to you. Doesnât even have to look at you to feel it. His eyes open up in a series of ticks as he looks over at you.
Devastatingly beautiful, snot and all. This whole night was so fucked. He gives in to intuition and gently moves to grab your hands, gives them a little squeeze.
âLet's try this again.âÂ
You look at him, fighting through your sobs as you shake your head,Â
âDavid, I understand if you hate me. Iâd hate me too.âÂ
He watches you accept the words, donât look at him and he tips your chin back to him.Â
âI donât hate you Y/N. Iâm fucking pissed. At you. At me. At fucking life. But I still love you. The joke of it all is I still fucking love you, every inch of you. But..I need toâŠ.you told me we have a kid together. We have a child. Her name is Isla like we-âÂ
The tears take him off guard, he isnât expecting the wave of emotions to hit him as hard as it does and you squeeze his hand back.
âI know.â you whisper as he shakes his head.Â
âI need some time.â
âOkay.âÂ
âIâm going to want to meet her. I want to be in her life. I want to be her father. Thatâs not negotiable,â you give a sigh of relief as he continues. âBut usâŠ..we need to figure out what this is. I need to figure out if I canâŠDo you understand that you asked every person I love to lie to me. Most of all, you kept this from me. I love you but fuck Y/N how could you have kept this from me?âÂ
The remaining words make you wince but you donât deny any of them. Accept them as you whisper,Â
âI know. I understand.âÂ
Your eyes tell him that you do; that you wouldn't try to convince him otherwise. That you had expected this outcome.Â
âI fucking wish I could hate you.â he tries to kid but a small part of him does. It would make so much of this easier. You give a weak smile as you say lightly,Â
âIâve wished that since you broke up with me years ago David. Doesnât stick sadly.âÂ
âFor better or worse it would seem.â he mumbles, pressing his forehead against yours. Inhales your scent one last time before dragging his lips over your skin, memorizing the feel. Then he pulls away and leaves you. Â
_
He didnât talk to you for two weeks. Outside of his colleagues, and even those interactions were brief, he didnât talk to anyone. He couldnât. There was so much plaguing him. Sam had called and left voicemails and texts that went unanswered. Hell, even your mom had called checking in on him.Â
He couldn't do it.Â
He needed to ruminate, reflect, and question. Break it down like a case. Replay every interaction youâve ever had with him. Question why you would keep something like this from him.Â
Figure out what went wrong.
After a few days heâs able to deduct a few things.Â
First - you probably thought he wasnât interested in you in the same way he thought you werenât interested in him. Despite the weekend in your dads study, neither of you discussed further what being together was like. You were logical and probably deducted that he came to you for comfort. That paired with the consistent way he has been pushing you away; insistenting that you live a life without him, ignoring the letters you sent minus the one he can by the end of the two weeks understand why you were hesitant to tell him.Â
Fear was a helluva thing.Â
It didnât excuse it, doesnât make it better, but he can understand. If the roles were reversed, honestly, heâd probably do the same. Maybe. You did end up telling him even if it took almost two years. And while there was a lot he was sad about missing, there was still so much more he could be a part of. Â
He can only hope.Â
Week three is him taking care of the little things that he never thought would matter. Like changing his life insurance; he wasnât in the line of work where he could leave it to chance anymore. He made good money now, being the detective he was, and a large chunk of it went to savings. He figures he has to back pay you for child support even if you decline, which he knows you will, and navigates how he can support the other expenses that come with having a child.Â
You werenât going to live the life of a single parent any further.
Finally, he decides to reach out to the people in his life. He calls Sam first.Â
âIâm sorry David, I really am.â Samâs apology barrels out of him quick and fast and David chuckles as he walks in the grocery store. It's late, he figures itâs close to midnight, but he has no food in his home and now he feels he should at least be mindful of his health.Â
He had someone relying on him. Two people, really.
âIt's okay.â David says and Sam huffs,Â
âNo its fucked up. I love my sister but she can be so fucking dumb sometimes.âÂ
David chuckles as he exhales,Â
âYeah, she can be. But, to be fair, I -âÂ
âListen we both know you two were playing the worse version of love tag,â Sam cuts him off before David can even begin, âThe yearning, sacrifice bullshit you both did, do too each other is because you both donât fucking think you deserve the other and that was cute when it was just you two but now with IslaâŠâÂ
Sam trails off and David frowns. Why did you think you didnât deserve him? He asks Sam as much.
âI donât fucking know dude. I think because when you broke up with her the first time she thought you wanted someone, something different. I don't think she ever fully recovered from it. Sheâs got an ego, my sister. And believe it or not, she can be pretty insecure.âÂ
David chuckles despite himself as he stops in the frozen aisle. There were healthy things in the frozen aisle right?Â
âI donât know about her being insecure but an ego; that I know she has. I think it's hot when sheâs not hiding shit from me.âÂ
âOf course you do,â Sam hesitates but then says, âListen, my mom and I have been urging her to tell you since she told us she was pregnant and especially when we learned it was yours. She wouldnât give in until she had the baby. Probably becauseâŠâÂ
He trails off and David stops in the aisle, basket forgotten.
âBecuase what Sam?âÂ
âIâm not trying to not tell you shit like my sister but also, that is actually shit she should tell you. Iâll just say it wasnât an easy birth, it was scary there for a while.âÂ
David closes his eyes, shakes his head. He canât handle that knowledge, not right now.Â
âNoted.â he finally says and Sam clears his throat, tries to change the subject.Â
âAnywyas, my sister has become more out of pocket than normal since sheâs told you. I doubt sheâs sleeping and taking care of herself. My mom has literally prescribed her anxiety pills but I know sheâs not taking them. Stubborn woman.âÂ
âIs she..?âÂ
âSheâs fine David. Sheâs justâŠlisten Iâll only say it once and you make your choice. I respect it either way. She just loves you a lot man. She loves you more that you gave her Isla. Sheâs worried that her insecure little fuck up means sheâs lost you forever. To be fair, sheâs also accepted that if it does, its your right. She lost the right to have you the minute she didnât tell you about Isla. Thatâs all. She says it doesnât matter, canât matter, because Isla is the priority. For as much as she wants you, she wants you and Isla to have a life together. Thatâs all.âÂ
That makes David feel a little better, even if he doesnât want to admit it to himself. At least you were aware enough to know that.Â
He had sent a text to you a day after chatting with Sam.Â
Can we talk?Â
You respond back five minutes later with a phone call and he leaves his desk, steps out of the station to take it.Â
âHey.â
âHi.â your voice is light, sad but it still makes his stomach pitch in butterflies. He hates how much he loves you as much as he loves how much he loves you. He can hear noise in the background and he clears his throat.Â
âHow are you?âÂ
âIâm okay. It's Sunday soâŠtaking it easy.âÂ
Was it? He didnât know. He hasnât tracked time since he left you in the garage.Â
âThatâs good. You deserve that,â he hesitates, âHowâsâŠ.Isla?âÂ
It feels weird saying her name outloud, heâs only said it in his head, and it causes him to stutter.Â
âSheâs good. Weâre watching Gracie's Corner and practicing our ABCâs.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âSheâs smart like you, our little Isla. And chaotic like me. Sheâs singing and dancing in just her diaper right now.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âUh huh. Can you hear her?âÂ
He can tell you move the phone closer to Isla because the faint sound of a toddler suddenly becomes very loud in his ear. It's the first time heâs heard her voice. Sheâs not really talking as much as sheâs screaming, laughing, an occasional letter spilling out of her mouth. When she squeals mama in laughter he ingests the way you respond back with just as much amusement in your voice. He closes his eyes, listens to the way the two of you engage.Â
He imagines what it's like to see it in person. Yearns to be there.Â
When the phone is dragged away, Isla but a faint sound he whispers into the receiver,Â
âWhen can I meet her?âÂ
âWhenever you want David. Sheâs yours too.âÂ
He exhales shakily, blows out.Â
âI want to meet her soon. But I also think we need to talk about us.âÂ
You pause.Â
âYeah. Youâre probably right.âÂ
âCan you meet for coffee this week?âÂ
âYes,â you're quick to respond and he gives a relieved sigh.Â
âWould Wednesday work?âÂ
âYes,â another pause, âWould youâŠâŠdo you want to meet Isla too?âÂ
He pauses, stays still. Did he?Â
Yes.
The idea of a child scared him. The idea of fatherhood scared him more.Â
But the moment he saw her, learned about her felt like heâd been wasting time to have her in his life.Â
âYes.âÂ
âOkay. Iâll arrange to have her picked up early from daycare. Lets plan for lunch and we can meet at my place. SheâŠ.does better meeting new people in familiar places.âÂ
âOkay.â he exhales, squeezes his eyes shut. This was real. This was happening.Â
Which was why he was outside of your condo building the nerve to go in. He has a bouquet of flowers with him, an old habit. He had wanted you to feel like you lost him. He wanted you to feel just as shitty as you had made him feel.Â
But he also knows, inevitably, heâll come back to you. Because he loves you. Because you were the only person that loves him in ways he could never believe. Despite your faults, you were human. And you werenât denying your wrong in this. That you had made a choice and it was the wrong one. He can forgive you for that simple knowledge.Â
But perhaps, this time you both needed to move into a relationship slowly. Â
He also has a stack of childrenâs books with him. Four. Where the Wild Things Are, The Day the Crayons Quit. When You Give a Mouse a Cookie because it's your favorite. Goodnight Moon because it's his. It's also the worn copy he had from his childhood, his mother had gifted it to him. Heâs wrapped them in gift paper, tied them with ribbon with a bow on top.Â
He hopes it kinda makes up for the Christmas heâs missed.Â
The only one he will, he promises himself.Â
He steps out of the car, into the humid afternoon sun. Itâs eleven thirty but it's also nearing August, so the wet, thick air tangles with the sun in an uncomfortable way. He had to work this morning, and along with the gifts he brings in a gun case so he could place his weapon in it before Isla gets home.Â
He didnât want Isla to ever have to be near one but he also wasnât going to chance not having it near him now that he had two women to protect.Â
He walks up the steps to your condo, takes in the hanging fern in the large window. He can see into the space, you have the curtains drawn open and it exposes a large living room. It's nice at first glance. He rings the doorbell, grateful to see that it's linked to some kind of security system. Heâd have to ask you more about that for the future.Â
Thereâs movement on the other side before he hears you walk towards him. When you open the door he has to catch his breath; forgets how you always take his breath away. You're wearing a sundress, it has small floral designs on it and is a light sheer fabric. The top buttons are loosened, expose your bra and teasing cleavage and your hair is freshly wet, though dry enough to not trickle water down your neck. The dress reminds him of the one you wore on the first date together and that paired with the fresh scent of soap and roses makes him clear his throat as he watches you.Â
âStay strong David. You both deserve to take it slowâ he reminds himself.Â
âHey.â he says and you watch him carefully, drinking him in from bottom to top. Lust peppers through your irises by the time your eyes reach his, though you shake your head and offer him a quiet smile.Â
You were probably fighting the same thoughts. Lust and natural attraction was never a problem between you both.Â
âHi.âÂ
A breathy response from you that has his pants tightening. Yeah, you two were doomed lovers. How Shakespearean.
âHi.â he offers a small smile back.Â
âDo you want to come in? I just got out of the shower and was starting lunch.âÂ
He exhales, nods slowly.Â
âYeah, that would be great.âÂ
_
He probably shouldâve prepared himself for being in your home.Â
It's overwhelming.Â
First, thereâs the personality of you. It shows in the furniture youâve picked out, the photos that frame the walls, the way the house even smells. Hard wood floors and rugs dance together. The couches look fancy but comfortable, lived in. Despite the fact that you're a single mom, your condo looks like youâre a successful woman who can live on her own. Is peppered with the adventures of a life abroad, a life lived. Feminine, quirky touches that are distinctly you.
Except, Isla was also littered around. In the photos on the walls and the toys that have been organized to a corner in the room. Thereâs two blankets, it's obvious which is yours and which is Islaâs based on the designs on them. The shoe rack hosts your shoes and a few little ones that can only be Islaâs and his heart aches.Â
He canât wait to meet her.Â
âDavid?â youâve moved to the kitchen thatâs just opposite the open living room. The kitchen is more modern, there aren't bricks but trendy tiles that line the walls. Modern appliances and nice granite that house nice lights. You have a bowl of salad thatâs already prepped and you pull out bread, other ingredients for sandwiches.Â
âWas thinking of making a tuna melt.â you say and David gives a quiet smile and nods, holding up the bouquet in his hands remembering it for the first time.Â
âThanks. IâŠ.. bought you flowers.â
You pause as you stop what youâre doing and take them in, then look back up at him. They are peonies and lilies, and he watches you brush away a forlorn tear as you give him a grateful smile.Â
âThank you David you didnât have toâŠ.uhh let me put them in a vase.âÂ
He nods as you walk over to grab them from him, your fingers brushing his and you both exhale as you slowly look up at each other. You clear your throat as hesitantly pul your hand away from him, focusing instead on the gifts he cradles under his other arm, along with the gun box.Â
âAre those for Isla?â you ask instead and he looks down, gives a shy smile.Â
âYeah IâŠ.I hope she will likeâŠ. I wanted to give her something too.âÂ
You smile at him, reach for his hand and give it a little squeeze.
âYouâre already gift enough David. But sheâs going to love that. She loves presents.âÂ
Your voice is soft as you look at him. Thereâs a strand of hair thatâs gotten in your eyes, he moves to brush it behind your ear and you exhale shakily, biting your lip. His eyes naturally flicker down to them, imagining how soft they would feel and he exhales as he flickers his eyes back to yours.Â
Right. Taking it slow.Â
âShould I put them on the counter orâŠ.â he breaks first, shifting his eye contact to the island and you clear your throat as you pull away to find a vase in a cabinet.Â
âYeah thatâs perfect.âÂ
After you fill up a vase with flowers, you start moving to make the tuna salad and he takes a seat at the island, placing the gifts and his gun case on the clean surface.Â
âSo Isla is going to get dropped off around one today. They have early release on Wednesdays and I usually work from home so I can snag her. But a friend at the school offered to drop her off so sheâll be here around then.âÂ
You say it over your shoulder and he hums in acknowledgement as you shift to the island to start chopping vegetables.Â
âY/N.â You begin with peeling carrots, chopping them quickly in cubes to avoid looking up at him.Â
âHmm.âÂ
âWhat were you hoping to achieve when you invited me to the art gallery a month back?âÂ
You pause, knife hovering over the vegetables. You inhale a few times before looking up at him.Â
âI was going to tell you about Isla. Genuinely, I was hoping to over dinner. But then I was selfish, I wanted to be able to have a few more hours with you where you could still love me before I ruined it all. Ruined us.âÂ
In philosophy, the statement âthe eyes are the windows to the soulâ was something that he always took to heart. Eyes revealed so much, but especially with you. You had always held the habit of indirectly looking people in the eyes; it made you uncomfortable to be so intimate with most you had told him once.Â
With him, you had always looked him back in the eyes, you never strayed. Looking at him directly was the one proof you needed in loving him. The only time you didnât was when you were hiding something from him. Or lying.Â
You stare at him now, guilt ebbing your irises and he nods slowly.Â
âWhy did you think to keep her from me? Really?âÂ
You raise your brows and exhale,Â
âIâŠ.misunderstood the difference between you wanting me to live my life with you not wanting to have me in your life. I was insecure. I was worried that Iâd tell you that I was pregnant and youâd hate me for it. So I didnât say anything because that seemed easier. Which was a joke. The more pregnant I became the moreâŠâ you taper off as you look off behind him before shaking your head, looking back at him, âAnyways, I had Isla and knew I had to tell you. I just was too chicken shit to do it over the phone.â
He watches you for a beat. Lets you stew in the discomfort before saying,Â
âYouâve always been bad at dealing with stuff that is tied with emotions. You run from it as much as I do.â Â
âI know.â your voice has hit that whiny inflection it does when you know heâs right and hate to admit it and he gives a soft smile.Â
âAt least you can admit you were being a chicken shit.âÂ
âHar har. I might be an ignorant asshole but Iâm a humble one.âÂ
âObviously.â
You give a small smile as you resume cutting vegetables and he exhales,Â
âI forgive you, you know,â you cut a little slower because you can sense the but coming. âI forgive you. But I think we need to take things slow if we want to have a relationship.âÂ
âIf you want to have a relationship.â you correct and he shakes his head.Â
âIf we want a relationship. No more putting the fate of our love in the other person's hands. It's what got us in this mess to begin with.â
You frown as you look at him and he sighs,Â
âYou can take all the blame you want, and to a degree you do have some of it for not telling me. But I do too. May not be as small as you think it is but you had made it clear multiple times you wanted to try to make us work. Even when we were settled in our new lives. I pushed you away. I made you feel unwanted. Thatâs on me. I can understand why you were afraid to tell me, even if its fucked up that you made the choice for me.âÂ
You watch him for a beat and slowly nod.Â
âWe gotta stop making choices on behalf of each other.â You finally say and he nods.Â
âYeah. We used to be really good at doing things together. Talking through things together. Making decisions that impacted each other together. I donâ know how or when we lost sight of that but we did. We canât do that anymore. Not when we have Isla.âÂ
âYeah, youâre right.âÂ
âI know I am.âÂ
âOkay, donât get ahead of your detective. My ego canât handle it.âÂ
He chuckles as you go back to prepping vegetables before you pause and shakily admit,Â
âI want to be with you David. I want us to be a family. I still selfishly want that life we yearned for so long ago.âÂ
He leans over, places his hands over yours. Helping the soft tremor from your fear to calm.Â
âI do too, baby. More than you know. But we gotta learn how to trust each other, yeah? Start from the basics.âÂ
You let out a shaky exhale as you flicker your eyes up to him.Â
âFor better or worse?â
âFor better or worse.â he repeats and you nod.Â
Yeah, he could do this. He could, because you were willing to too.Â
It felt nice to have someone fight for him, to want him, to love him. He missed it. Even more, he missed doing the same for you.
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All content was written originally by me @peacefulwriter88; you do not have the right to repost, use, or market as your own work.
Summary: You are a new member of John Kinleyâs team and during a fourth of July celebration you decide to break the ice with your Master Sergeant.
Pairing: John Kinley x fem!reader Â
Word count: 2,177
Warnings: 18+, oral sex fem receiving, unprotected sex, PIV, rough sex (slightly?).
A/N: I originally wrote this for myself using an OC and I planned to never release it, cause thatâs not me, but since I showed it to the very very kind @jakegyllenhaalscharacters and got a nice comment I decided to share, there are so few John Kinley fics and I wanted to contribute a bit. Thereâs a specific scene from the movie I had in mind while writing the smut part (click to see the gif for reference). Warning! I know nothing of the military and Iâm not American, so if there are inconsistencies, I am truly sorry. John is divorced in this version, it's not mentioned but no cheating js.
Header by me :)
It was fourth of July at base camp and the soldiers at base wanted nothing more than to celebrate the freedom they were so adamant to protect, all over the Bagram Air Base soldiers and commanders were engaging in their own little celebrations, and this was no exception for Havoc three-three, Master Sergeant John Kinleyâs own little team. You were new to the team assigned as their sniper expert and bonding quite nice with the boys, you were far from being a rookie and after a couple of assignments you had proved to be quite efficient in your job, you were in your element with the rifle and you were quick to guard their backs, you earned both their respect and their admiration. John Kinley, however, didnât seem too impressed with you, being often reserved and closed off whenever you approached him, it made you wonder if he was the type of man who thought women didnât belong in the military, but Tom Cat was quick to erase that assumption, when he revealed the Sergeant requested you by name, out of twenty men he could have chosen, he chose you.
You had a highly decorated career being an expert marksmanship, top of your class and an expert with the sniper rifle there was no doubt for a second those were compelling arguments for being chosen for his team, but during the couple of months being with them, he had barely crossed two or three words that werenât orders or commands.
But despite all of that and with more than a couple of beers in your system you had agreed to JJâs bet, confidently you walked over to the Sergeantâs table apart from the group, concealing something behind your back.
âPermission to approach, sirâ you stand firm a couple of steps away from him, dropping the smile for a second to appear serious. Kinley looked at you over his shoulder, hiding a smirk at your demeanor.
âGrantedâ he nodded while hiding the smirk on his beer.
âSir if I mayâ you walked closer to him, chuckling under your breath and tip toeing around him âthe boys and I thought you arenât looking festive enoughâ out of his sight you pulled out the top âUncle Samâ hat from behind you and placed it firmly on his head, messing his tidy hair.
From their spot, the boys laughed loudly, Eddie cat calked the Sergeant whilst Jack-Jack looked mortified, the rookie couldnât believe you pulled off the bet, or that the Sergeant was laughing along. John stood up, a smile plastered on his face as the boys hollered at him. He had been grumpy at the start of the celebration for who knows why. He stood away from the private party their team had gathered out the back of the main building at the base, with a barbecue courtesy of Eddie and loud music on Tom Catâs boombox. But the boys messing with him, and perhaps the second beer he took, encouraged him to join in their celebration.
âJizzy, didnât I see a small tutu on your bag the other day?â he shocked the boys, but Jizzy immediately went to find it, sensing exactly what their Sergeant was about to do, or at least hoping.
The boys stood away from the tutu like it was radioactive, laughing while doing so, but the Sergeant had only one thing in mind.
âParkerâ he spoke your last name without even looking at you, you had been laughing at the guys actions, hoping to see one of your fellow teammates wearing a tutu for the occasion but you were taken by surprise âUncle Sam wants youâ he joked, though he blushed underneath his beard, immediately realizing the poor choice in words, he didnât intend it to sound so sexual but somehow the spark in your eyes thrilled him.
âIâm nothing but patriotic Sargeâ you saluted him before taking the tutu from his hand.
The team turned into a bunch of wolves, or rather dogs, hollering and whistling while you made a spectacle out of putting on the red, white and blue tutu on top of your camo pants, giving a few twirls and saluting as if you were a USO girl. John had his eyes glued to you, unable to look away from your body and the intoxicating energy you radiated. You danced around; laughed, hollered and mocked about. You werenât highly intoxicated, at least not on alcohol as you had barely touched the fourth beer for a while, but you were high on the adrenaline of celebrating with the men around you. It was a nice distraction; one they didnât often have.
Close to lights out, the team had calmed down, some were already out drunk with bellies full, so there were just a couple still awake, tending to the fire cracking in the made shift grill they made on an old oil barrel. You were winning a card game with Tom Cat before he passed out on the table, you laughed at the light weight and quickly gathered his own marker from his pants and drew a small obscenity on his cheek. You chuckled admiring your work.
âWhat do you think Sarge, accurate?â you startled John, you hadnât turn around to look at him, but somehow, you knew he was an admirer of your work.
âI think you were too generousâ John closed the distance between you to admire your work up close. You laughed and added some details, Tom Cat felt the tingle and shivered âJizzy, JJâ John called out to the guys, over by the fire âTake Tom Cat to the barracksâ he commanded and they agreed, they were already thinking on heading that way, get some shut eye. Jack-Jack had been the first to pass out, he was next to the provisions on the floor, with Eddie guarding him while he stared at the night sky and smoking his cigar.
It was only you and John still awake. Not feeling that tired yet and not that drunk from the beers they decided to take a walk under the stars, the whole base was quiet and calm, most men having finished their celebrations earlier on.
You walked in silence for a while, it was far from uncomfortable, you enjoyed the fresh cold air of the desert and the tranquility that accompanied the base, though both of you knew that outside the perimeter it was far from tranquil you felt safe at that moment, not only for being inside the perimeter, but because you were next to each other. An odd but welcome feeling. Still feeling a slight buzz and the liquid courage of the beers in your system, you took a shot.
âSir, aboutââ
âJohn, you can call me Johnâ he interrupted, you had stopped walking somewhere near the garage compound.
âRight. Johnâ you grinned âAbout what you said before, when I put on theâŠâ you gestured to the red, white and blue tulle skirt still on your hips, blushing as you felt his eyes linger on you.
âI want youâ he was quick to say.
âYesâ you smiled coyly but when you looked up to see him, you noticed a hunger in his eyes, an eagerness you hadnât realized before. He hadnât repeated his words from earlier; he was speaking about his needs right here and now.
Not even thinking about it for one more second, you closed the gap between them, your lips meeting hungrily, his beard tickled your face as he deepened the kiss, desperately eating you as if he had thought about it for a long time, eager to savor your taste from the moment you met. You backed up into the building until the heavy metal of a Humvee stopped you. John grabbed you by the thighs and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him, your back to the metal of the enormous muscle truck. His eager and cold hands found the hem of your beige shirt and slowly made its way up your hips to grab your breasts. His cold hands causing your nipples to perk up easily under his touch.
With your lips caressing his neck you jumped down from his hips, feeling his erection on the way down, John looked around to make sure the coast was clear before kneeling in front of you, surprised at the actions of the Sargeant you let out a gasp, from below John asked to keep quiet, pushing a finger to his lips, his eyes lit up with the faint light from outside, accentuating the blue in his gorgeous eyes. He quickly worked on undoing your belt and the buttons on the camo pants, only pushing away the tulle of the ridiculous skirt you were still wearing. He lifted your left leg and placed it on his shoulder to have a better view of your pussy, easily dividing your folds and practically salivating at your entrance. He let you know just how much he wanted to have you in his mouth by moaning between your legs. The vibrance of his moan sent shivers all over your body, you grabbed on from the frame of the Humvee, letting all your weight fall on your right leg and hoping for anything divine to not fall, letting yourself be lost in the sensations of his tongue in your delicate folds.
John caressed your leg as he worked her folds like an expert, rubbing his beard in your inner thighs and working slowly on your clit while in contrast roughly entering on your entrance with his tongue, sucking occasionally when you thrusted into his mouth and laying his tongue flat to settle your sensitive nerves. He kept licking and savoring every last drop of your juices like his life depended on it. You were not going to last long, and he could feel it, feeling your clit beginning to throb.
âI want youââ you managed to say in between quiet moans. John stood up, a smirk in his eyes, his beard soaked in your juices.
âThatâs my lineâ he licked your neck and whispered in your ear.
John quickly undid his pants, his erection throbbing on his hand, he turned you around and pushed you to lay your chest on the seat of the Humvee, your ass on the air ready and desperate to feel him inside, he admired it against the night light, hoping to burn this sight of you in his memory before he spread your legs with his foot to allow for a better entrance and searching for your already deliciously licked pussy he guided his member inside, slowly at first, letting you adjust to the size, your moans burying on the cushion of the Humvee, he thrusted desperately, enjoying the size and very lubricated sides of your pussy, which he desperately desired since he watched you dance with the boys, he saw you thrust and move your hips and now you were doing it again but against his member. He grabbed on to the frame of the truck watching how you expertly thrusted your hips into him, backing up rhythmically as you fucked him, your ass rocking back and forward so deliciously, clasping on his lower belly, eating his cock all the way, balls deep. He wasnât going to last if he allowed you to continue so he subdued you back on the seat, he stopped the thrusts to admire your bare ass, he squeezed and held your hips, closing your open legs letting your walls feel tighter around him, he thrusted painfully slow. He pulled his cock almost all the way and thrusted deep inside, slowly and forcefully. Enjoying every bit of it. Eventually he found your spot, that sweet G spot he hit with every deep thrust, his whole length deeper inside you than possible, you were so ready to reach the blissful glory of your respective orgasms, so he indulged you and thrusted harder and faster upon that spot until your legs were shivering, shaking and loosening their grip, your walls pulsating tight all around him, he thrusted once, twice more inside your already too overwhelmed pussy and pulled out just in time, releasing the white sticky substance on your thigh and part on the Humvee itself.
Once he was back at his bunk bed, reminiscing about the night and finally fully sober, he realized what a mistake heâd made. Though he felt amazing with you and you worked well together, he was your superior and he crossed the line. Choosing you for the team had been truly about your expertise but he was fucked the moment you walked off the airplane and introduced yourself, he didnât expect you to be so perfect and so hot, which is why he was reserved around you, he knew he couldnât control himself around you and that little moment at the truck proved it. Now it was too late to go back now, he got a taste of you and he was hooked, he was not going to stop, he couldnât.
This is such a cute, smutty, fun read! We love John Kinley and I am so proud of my girl @escape-surreal for bravely reposting! Honestly I like the tension and like does he continue to rendezvous with her or no? Idk but I'd read more to see ha ha
Is the direct result of me comfort playing this game as a child and indirectly falling in love with this man, doubly confirmed playing Resident Evil 9:
They didnât have the right to make Leon so fine in this game lol đđŠđ„”đ
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