Angst Request: Gf Yn Is On Tour With Jack And One Of The Tour Mates Is Crushing Really Hard On Yn. Jealous

Angst request: gf yn is on tour with Jack and one of the tour mates is crushing really hard on yn. Jealous Jack. Possessive Jack. Sweetheart yn.

She’s taken

Jack loved you with all his heart he truly did you were the girl of his dreams the sweetheart he’s been manifesting but at the same time he hated the fact that you acted so clueless to when other guys were flirting with you or trying to get at you.

Jack had asked if you wanted to join him on tour and you of course said yes you were beyond thrilled to see everything that went on behind the scenes of everything and seeing your man before every other night was something you wouldn’t wait to see.

You were all in Denver Colorado for Jack’s show that night you were currently sitting with Neelam and Jt just looking at different types of nail designs and hairstyles you all wanted to do for tonight’s show. You were so into the different designs that you didn’t notice one of Jack’s band members trying to get your attention till Jt tapped your shoulder.

“I think he’s trying to talk to you girl.” Looking up you smiled seeing Earl, he was apart of Jack’s live band he was really and always kind to you.

“Oh hi Earl how are you doing? You ready for tonight’s show.”

Neelam and Jt smirked at one another noticing a certain curly headed boyfriend of yours now inspecting Earl and You.

“Yes most definitely I’m always ready to go out there and show out like we always do.” There wasn’t not one mean bone in your body you just loved to spread love and positivity and that was something Jack loved, you always judged by the mind and heart never by how a person looks like or acts like.

“That’s good I’m really excited you do so good on the drums I always wanted to play the drums back in high school.”

“I can always teach you whenever you’re free if you’re down.”

“I’d like that.” He smiled and the two of you continued to talk about anything and everything.

“You just gonna let him sweet talk your girl.?” Nemo came from behind Jack and rubbed on his shoulders. Jack was trying him best to work on being less possessive and protective with you because the last thing he wanted was for you to think he controlled you and controlled who you talked to.

“What am I gonna say Nemo? You know how Y/N is she’ll get mad at me instead of Earl and besides she doesn’t really see the issue I guess.”

“All I’m saying is the way he’s touching up on your girl and being all friendly with her wouldn’t slide with me.” Nemo walked away from Jack leaving him alone in his thoughts as he watched Earl brush his hands on your arms a few times but what did it for Jack was when Earl leaned in to say something in your ear which caused you to start giggling like a fool.

He quickly flung off the couch and started walking towards the two of you.

“Uh oh here comes trouble.” Neelam and Jt both laughed and watched how Jack’s face held a stern and jealousy look.

“May Earl rest easy he lived a good life.” Jt joked the two of them ready for what was about to go down.

“What’s going on over here?” You jumped a bit at the sound of Jack’s voice since you didn’t hear him walking up from behind you.

“Earl was just telling me how he can teach me how to play the drums sometime when we all have downtime that is.” Earl smiled and nodded up at Jack but his smile was quickly replaced by a frown.

Jack rolled his eyes at Earl and held a stern and cold look with him till he felt you tugging on his hoodie, his face softened when he made eye contact with you, something about you always managed to calm him down and he was grateful that you were his light when he had bad days.

“Jack? What’s wrong baby did something happen, did someone say anything to you.” You looked up at him with your big doe eyes your voice sounding so sweet and fragile that Jack almost forgot what he was mad about.

“Uh nothings wrong baby I just came over to see if you wanted to get something to eat before the show?” Jack sighed mentally he knew he should’ve brought up what was bothering him but he wasn’t about to stress the small stuff, he knew you were loyal to him and only him so there was no need to worry.

Smiling you nodded and took his hand in yours before quickly giving Earl a hug goodbye.

“Bye Earl I’ll see you later before the show.” You waved him goodbye and he smiled back before waving bye as well.

“What do you feel like eating Jack?”

“Whatever you want baby.” He brought the back of your hand up to his lips and kissed it before wrapping his left arm around your shoulder and brining you into him.

“This man sure is whipped.” Jt told Neelam as the two of them watched Jack and You leave to go get food.

“He sure is he sure is.”

The situation innocent!reader put us in and I love it🤭

A Word Like That

A Word Like That

Summary: Walter is shocked when you repeat something vulgar you overheard at work. Your naive innocence gets the detective excited, so he indulges you in your curious desires.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, first time handjobs, talk of blowjobs, reader is inexperienced, Walter is dirty and finds that erotic, Walter giving gentle dom vibe- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 700ish

Any typos are my own!

A/N: (Reposting because Tumblr flagged the other one!) This was a prompt by @daybreak96 involving Walter, innocent!reader and BJs. Thank you for the ask, how did you know I have an innocence kink?! 🤭 Enjoy ❤️

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“What did you just say?” Walter blinked, gaping at you. He felt like he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Please, don’t make me say it again.” You huffed bashfully.

It took you enough courage to say it the first time. You pouted up at him as his eyebrows rose and he grinned, stupefied. He heard you, you know he did. 

“I want to hear you say it again.” He continued, stepping closer.

Your body quaked as he held your gaze. He wasn’t going to let you get away without saying it again. His shoulders squared, glancing at your lips with a smirk.

“I-I said… Can I please suck your cock?” You whispered quietly, your voice meek. He was silent for another moment. You shifted uncomfortably.

“Where did you learn a word like that?” He uttered in disbelief, tilting his head as you looked down finally. You sighed. That wasn’t what you hoped he was going to say.

“Don’t tease me.” You whined, squirming.

“I’m not teasing. I just never thought I’d hear those innocent lips of yours beg for something so dirty.” He cupped your cheek and made you look back at him. 

He was concerned about who was corrupting your innocent mind. Such vulgar language wasn’t in your normal vocabulary. Right now though, Walter was going to jump at the opportunity in front of him.

“It makes me hard. Want to feel?” He smirked when you blinked at him, taking your wrist in one hand. His other one got to work on the buttons of his jeans.

“Here. Feel how much I want you.” He grunted, shoving your fingers into the front of his pants.

You found out he was bare underneath as he pushed your hand up his length with the ball of his palm. Gasping, you wrapped your fingers around his swollen shaft and stroked upwards. Walter sucked in a breath, growling in your ear.

Cautiously, you explored him for the first time. He was big. Huge, really. That was supposed to fit in your mouth? How?

When you first overheard some of your coworkers talking about sucking on their boyfriends’ things, you were appalled. You had never heard of such a thing!

And then you got curious the more you overheard their conversation. Curious enough to ask Walter for it. They seemed to like taking it in their mouths. Why wouldn’t you?

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for, do you?” Walter chuckled and brought you out of your daydream.

You pouted, embarrassed as you stilled your hand. Truth to be, you weren’t completely sure what you asked of him. You were just repeating what you eavesdropped on. He clicked his tongue and  grinned at you, shifting your wrist so your fingers glided over the leaking tip.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Can’t you feel how much I want you? I’m almost making a mess in my jeans here.” He huffed under his breath, bucking into your hand. “Go ahead. Feel.” 

You gasped when a sticky fluid coated the pads of your digits. He hissed as you began to stroke him again, growling when you carefully rubbed your thumb over the weeping slit on the head of his cock.

This must be… What did the girls at work call it? Cum. Yes, that was it. According to them, the stuff didn’t taste half bad. Your mouth watered. Your bet was that Walter’s cum tasted amazing.

Everything about him was delicious. 

Squeezing his cock, you felt more of the sticky liquid leak out and seep into your hand. A soft moan escaped you, licking your lips as you threatened to drool. You needed to know what he tasted like.

Your whimper caught his attention. He looked at you, taking in the way you smacked your lips. It made him want to go feral, seeing you slobbering for his dick on your tongue. 

Instead of attacking you, he stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. Walter took a deep breath to calm the beast inside him. He smiled slowly and leaned down to whisper in your ear, his length twitching in your palm.

“You’re drooling for it, aren’t you? Get down on your knees and I’ll give you a taste of what you’re so curious about, darling. Then, after I’ve pumped your pretty mouth full with my cock; you can tell me who taught you such a naughty word.”

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BREAKING UP WITH ATSUMU

This was not how you'd pictured your vacation.

You stormed ruefully down the marble steps. Your footsteps echoed, and so did the sob that tore out of you as you whirled around, facing the man who so urgently shadowed you.

"I can explain," his eyes were wild, coiffed hair desperately messy, hands gesturing wildly. "Please. Please, I beg. Just— let me explain, okay baby? I'll get on my knees. Just hear me out, okay baby?"

Atsumu sure knows how to put on an act, you realized.

All this time, you'd known he was theatrical. You just hadn't expected his performance to be so good.

"You, you beg me?" The fresh wave of tears surging stung your skin, sensitive from the millions of tears you had already shed. "That might just be the most ridiculous thing you've said tonight."

You'd thought you were playing the role of a lover. You see now you've been given the role of a fool.

Three months ago, when Atsumu showed you the reservation he'd made — a five star resort, the most luxurious spa package available, private pool access, a whole suite for the two of you — you thought he was bringing you here to propose to you.

It had all checked out. You've been living together for a couple of years, he loved your family and they loved him, and — perhaps the most soul-baring of them all — you had just told him your deepest, darkest secret. I used to be cyber bullied, you told him, blushing because you didn't want him to think that something was wrong with you, like that anonymous bastard did.

I was bullied really badly.

So badly that you had stopped going to school for the rest of the year. So badly that for the rest of high school, you took online classes for a graduation certificate instead. So badly that you'd suffered so many violent panic attacks, anxiety attacks, and nightmares that you contemplated ending things.

The next day, Atsumu had surprised you with a large envelope in his hands.

So yeah, you thought he was about to propose. Not in a million years did you think Atsumu was bringing you here to confess all these years later that he had been the bully. The one who sent all things demeaning and hateful to your inbox, the one who humiliated you for the whole school to like and comment and retweet and reblog.

"I—"

"No," you spit. "You don't get to talk to me."

Your mother had cried on your behalf. Your father had gotten on his knees at the police station so they would pursue the case seriously.

"I just one thing to say," Atsumu says breathlessly. "I know I'm an absolute piece of shit. The worst. I can't even begin ta explain or make amends, ever. I know,..."

You'd prayed for revenge. And here, finally, the opportunity presented itself.

Fate took weird twists and turns, but in the end, you came out on top.

Because you knew his vulnerable spot. You knew Atsumu had a violent fear of being abandoned.

His mother had left when he was in junior high, leaving him and his brother to fend for themselves. His father was emotionally distant for most of his life. His brother had deserted their dream of pro-volleyball to become a chef, and though Atsumu spoke heartily of Miya Onigiri, you knew that deep down, the betrayal still stung.

You used to think that Atsumu's suffering was precocious, that his terror of being left behind was a sign of his humility. Now you thought it was simply a by product of being so wholly self-obsessed, of being dangerously self-entrenched.

"...just wanta let ya know. I love you. I can't undo the past—"

"That's right," you said coldly. "You can't undo the past, but I can fill in the future. I don't want to see you ever again."

Suddenly the air tore, sounding like a paper ripping in half.

Where the hell was this sound coming from? Atsumu felt like he couldn't breathe. He sunk to his knees, clutching his throat.

He looked up at you with wide eyes, clutching his throat. How could you be so composed when he was dying?

You stood still, wiping the last of your tears coolly. "Oh, you're fine," you told him. "You're only having a little panic attack. And you know what? You deserve it." You turned on your heel to leave.

"Wait!" Atsumu managed to rasp. "Wait!" He was crying, he realized. Salty tears dropped from the tip of his nose, leapt from the edge of his jawline. "Ya can be mad at me, ya can hate me, ya can want to kill me, but ya can't leave me! Ya can't not need me anymore! Ya can't go," his voice cracked.

You became a silhouette, then a speck, and then part of the horizon.

"She'll come back," he whispered to himself as a mantra. "She'll come back. She'll come back. She'll come back. She'll —" something was digging sharply into his backside. The pain managed to somewhat snap him out of his trance.

Atsumu pulled out a velvet box from his back pocket.

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{Request}: Real Love

A/N: This was a request by a lovely anon. I’ve taken some liberties with this one (it’s fanfiction for a reason). Hope you all like it! I know I missed people in the taglist so if you want to be added to my Henry Cavill taglist please shoot a comment or message and I’ll put you down.

Pairings: Kal-El x reader

Work Count: 3k

Warnings: Little bit of angst

You didn’t know exactly how everything had escalated this far. All you remembered was meeting the renowned hero of Earth, Kal-El.  

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Surfer!Tom 31 and 11 pleasee

I am in my surfer Tom era so this is perfect! Hope you enjoy it love! Just a reminder, even though I am doing Wipeout rn, Summer of Love is still going on as well so you can still send in requests for that if you'd like. Love you guys xx

Old Flings

11 - Playing beach volleyball

31 -  Running into your summer fling for the second summer in a row

Pairing: Surfer!Tom x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety

Summary: You and Tom run into an old fling

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Tom leaned back on his surfboard while he watched Harrison ride in on a large wave. It was a gorgeous day, the waves were perfect, and a light breeze cut through the heat on the shore. Naturally the entire beach was packed, but you and your friends had arrived early enough to stake claim in a small piece of land near one of the beach volleyball pits. That was where you were, Tom could just barely make out your figure from where he sat. He had no idea who was winning the game, but you appeared to be having fun.

“Tom stop gawking, you're supposed to catch the next wave,” one of his friends snickered at his side.

Tom rolled his eyes and got ready to grab the next wave. He spotted you again as he was riding in, talking with some boys he didn’t recognize. There were still plenty of people Tom didn’t know in town, but he definitely knew all the people you hung out with. The last thing Tom wanted was for some guys to hit on you and make you uncomfortable while you were trying to enjoy your time with your friends. He was hyper focused on you while he rode in, trying to make out whether or not they were making you uncomfortable.

“Nice ride,” Harrison complimented as Tom fell off his wave beside him.

“Yeah, thanks, I’m gonna head in for a few,” Tom started paddling in, not taking his eyes off you for a second.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Harrison paddled after him with a confused frown.

“I think those guys are bugging (y/n),” he nodded towards the shore.

“Ah,” Harrison smirked, “Sure they’re bugging her and not you?”

“Dude she’s my girlfriend, I’m not gonna let some weirdos hit on her,” Tom rolled his eyes and hopped off his board.

He ripped the leash on his ankle off and set his board down by his things before he went jogging towards you. The two boys looked similar, brothers if he had to guess. They were both tall and slim, with shaggy black hair and big smiles. It seemed like the rest of your friends knew them as well, which did ease his nerves a bit. Tom wrapped his arm around you as he joined you and pressed a long kiss to your cheek.

“Hey baby,” he purred, “Who’s this?”

“Tommy you're all wet,” you giggled as you pushed him off of you, “This is Cole, and his brother Gage. Guys, this is my boyfriend, Tom.”

Tom knit his brows, the name Cole sounded familiar, he swore he’d heard you mention him before.

“Nice to meet you,” Tom smiled politely and extended his hand as he tried to remember who he was.

“You too,” Cole shook his hand, followed quickly by his brother.

As they shook hands it clicked for Tom. Cole was the name of an old summer fling of yours, the last guy you’d been with before you met Tom. Instantly his stomach flipped and he stood up a little taller. He knew it was nothing more than a simple summer fling, that it was nowhere near a real relationship, but it still made him uncomfortable.

“They’re dad lives around here so they come down most summers,” you explained.

“Oh, cool,” Tom placed his arm on your back again, making sure that his body was flush with yours, “Well I just came up to see if you’ve got room on your team for me love, I think I’m all done in the water for today.”

“Yay,” you beamed happily at him, “There’s always room for you Tommy.”

Tom smiled and kissed your cheek again, “Perfect.”

“Cole, Gage, you guys should play a couple rounds with us,” one of your friends butted in.

Tom was confused because he was sure that she liked him, and he was also sure that she knew about your history with Cole. He pulled you a little closer to him and prayed they’d be busy or just say no.

“That sounds fun,” Gage beamed, “If it’s cool with you Cole.”

Cole nodded, “Totally, I don’t think I’ll be much help though.”

“Well in that case I’ll take Gage,” your friend beamed at you from the other side of the net.

You held her gaze for a minute before nodding, “Well I’ve got Tommy on my team, so I’m still gonna win.”

Tom felt secure in your relationship, you’d just had your six month anniversary and things were going great for you two. He loved you, and he knew you loved him too, but playing volleyball with your old fling was more than enough to make him insecure. It didn’t matter what he told himself or how he tried to frame it, it just made him uncomfortable. He was left wondering now too if your friend for some reason thought Cole was a better match for you than he was, and if she thought that she probably wasn’t the only one. What if all your friends thought Cole was better for you?

“I’m gonna grab some water before we start,” Tom squeezed your waist before stepping away from you.

“Oh, good call,” you followed after him with a smile, “I’m starting to get hungry too. Maybe after this round we could go grab some lunch?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

A frown came to your lips as he reached down for his water bottle, “Is everything okay Tommy?”

Tom bit his cheek and took a big gulp from his water bottle. He wasn’t sure if he should tell you how he was feeling or not. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was overly jealous or possessive, so he just shook his head. It was just one quick round of volleyball, he could suffer through one volleyball game.

“Of course darling, just a bit dehydrated,” he assured you.

“Are you sure you want to play then?” you knit your brows in concern.

He nodded, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

“Alright, but you know if you're not feeling good or something we can totally leave,” you squeezed his arm, “I don’t mind at all.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, “Don’t worry about me, I just needed a little water.”

“Okay,” your lips returned to a smile and you gave him another quick kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiled back at you.

The small shared moment with you was enough to calm his nerves for a while, at least until the game started. Tom was positioned behind you, and Cole was next to you, a little too close if you asked Tom. Tom couldn’t hear what you two were talking about when the game started, but Cole was making you laugh, and Tom didn’t like that. Cole, despite having said he wouldn’t be much help, proved to be a pretty decent volleyball player. He kept setting up perfect spikes for you, and when you scored he would cheer and congratulate you.

They were perfectly friendly and normal interactions, and truly Tom was only bothered because he knew your history together. It wasn’t even like you were ignoring Tom either, you made every effort to joke around with him and cheer for him while you played. Tom was just uncomfortable, and everytime you interacted with Cole it made it worse. He felt insecure, and it was turning the whole day into a nightmare, but you were having so much fun, and he just couldn’t bring himself to ruin that for you. So he kept playing, growing quieter and quieter as the game went on. By the end of the game he wasn’t giving anything beyond a one word reply or a simple nod.

It was obvious to you that something was wrong. So as soon as your game wrapped up you rushed right to his side so you two could leave, and you could figure out why he was acting so strange.

“Are you sure you can’t stay for another round?” one of your friends pouted.

You nodded and looped your arm through Tom’s, “Yeah, I’m pretty starved. Maybe we’ll come back after we grab some lunch though.”

Tom couldn’t have been more grateful for how eager you seemed to leave. He felt exhausted, he couldn’t wait to get home.

“Alright, well have fun, text us,” your friend pulled you in for a quick hug while Tom began packing up your things.

“I will,” you promised before turning to Cole, “It was good to see you again.”

“You too,” he smiled and pulled you into a hug, “Hopefully we’ll run into each other again before I head home.”

That was the final straw for Tom, he could handle everything else but not a hug and him hoping to see you again. He gripped the surfboard under his arm and gritted his teeth, “I’m gonna go start the car,” he declared before he went pacing towards the parking lot.

You cocked your head in confusion and plucked your bag from the ground, “Okay, uh, bye guys,” you waved to your friends and followed after Tom. You had to jog to catch up to him, Tom always started fast walking when he was angry, “Is everything okay Tommy?”

“Yeah, I’m just hungry,” he lied.

“Tom, you can tell me if something’s bugging you,” you insisted.

“Do you have the keys?” he pursed his lips.

You nodded and dug them out of your bag, “Here.”

He took the keys and popped the trunk, “I’ve gotta tie the board down. Do you wanna get the AC going?”

“Tom,” you frowned.

“I’m fine,” he lied again as he climbed onto the side of the car, “I am totally cool.”

“Are you sure?” you wracked your brain for what might have upset him, finally it dawned on you, “Is it about Cole?”

Tom went stiff and licked his lips before he answered, “Yeah, uh, sort of.”

“Do you wanna elaborate at all?” you pushed.

He sighed and jumped back down, “I just didn’t really like seeing you two together, I know it was just a little summer fling but it still bugged me…” he took a deep breath before he continued, “And you know, I thought your friends all liked me but then Natalie invited him to stay, and it kind of freaked me out. I don’t know if they think he’s better for you or something…”

“Tom, my friends love you, but more importantly, I love you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Natalie only invited them to stay because she’s into Gage, but I promise if it had been something malicious I would have left on the spot. I’m so sorry I made you uncomfortable Tom, I should have asked you if you were okay with it.”

He blushed and set his hands on your waist, “It’s okay, I don’t want you to feel like you need to ask me permission to hang out with people or something.”

“I don’t, I know you’re not like that Tom, but everyone gets insecure. I mean if your old summer fling wanted to hang out with us I’d be uncomfortable too. I should have thought about how that might make you feel, but I hope you know if anything ever makes you uncomfortable like that you can always just tell me,” you moved your hands up to his cheek, “I don’t ever want you to feel bad when we’re together Tom.”

His cheeks continued to burn and he turned his head to kiss your palm, “I just didn’t want to come off controlling or something. I don’t want it to seem like I don’t love you or trust you, because I do. I just don’t really want to hang out with him…”

“And that’s totally fine Tom, if we run into him again we won’t. I know you love me and trust me and all that, but you can help being insecure sometimes. I get insecure too, I understand.”

His lips curled up to a smile and he leaned in to kiss your forehead, “Thank you love. I hope you know the same goes for you. You can always tell me if you’re uncomfortable with whatever's going on.”

“I know Tommy,” you pressed your lips to his briefly, “Feeling better?”

“Much,” he nodded, “Let’s go get some lunch baby.”

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