#livesaved

A laugh escapes before Jack can stop it. Not a mean one. Just the kind that says he's already remembered exactly what happened.

"No, you didn't," he says, shaking his head as he sets a mug of coffee down in front of her. "You cried over pizza and people who put fish or fruit on it. Apparently pineapple was a personal betrayal."

The corner of his mouth twitches as he slides a couple aspirin across the counter toward her.

"Here. Coffee and aspirin for that hangover." He jerks a thumb toward the kitchen behind him. "I've got a greasy breakfast cooking for you. Should help soak up whatever alcohol is still floating around in your system." A brief pause follows before he adds, dryly, "And before you ask, no, I'm not telling you everything else you said until you've had caffeine."

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  "   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  . (accepting!)

angsty don't starters @livesaved

“  –  oof.  ”  she  knees  his  crotch  with  her  full  weight  as  she  crawls  onto  his  lap,  arms  winding  around  his  bicep  and  effectively  blocking  his  view  of  his  game.  the  character  model  ,  a  vague  interpretation  of  belle,  idles  on  screen.  "  hey,  KITTEN.  "  he  grabs  her  by  the  collar  of  her  shirt,  prying  her  off  of  him  and  pulling  her  down to his lap ...  to rest her head. "  –  act  like  one,  get  treated  like  one.  "   he  strokes  her  hair  before  pulling  it  into  a  loose  pony and pulls .  "  say  '  MEOW  '  .  "

❪  💜  ❫　⸻　@livesaved.

“ you wanna be mine, sweetheart? ” he's already rock-hard just from the sight of her laid bare before him, all flushed skin and freckles and his for the taking. garrett leans over her petite frame, lips pressing against the hollow of her throat before laying a trail of kisses down her body - taking care to avoid all of the places that he knows belle wants his mouth.

stopping at her navel, garrett straightens and takes a step back, hands resting on the buckle of his belt. “ spread your legs, princess. show me that pretty pussy. ” he sheds his clothing in record speed, holding belle's gaze as he gives his cock a few slow tugs to ease the pressure.