BE THE FIRST WHOEVER DID (J.T.)

BE THE FIRST WHOEVER DID (J.T.)

i have no synopsis for this so bc it’s so short😭-

fwb!relationship, one-sided love, unrequited love, NO PART 2 SO DON’T ASK, based on cinnamon girl by my girl lana 🎀, toxic!jason, minific, short fic, light smut in the beginning, terrible writing so we die like men 🫡, the reader’s skin tone, hair type, eye color or looks are not described so imagine whoever you please.

“FUCK—” JASON’S HIPS piston into yours, making the knot inside your stomach get tighter and tighter. “fuck, right there!” his grip on your thighs tighten. his moans grunts got you closer by the second.

you could barely make out any another words. your sentences were turned into babbles and incoherent moans.

finally, the knot bursts, your arousal leaking out of you, jason finishing soon after you. he pulls out, taking the condom off of him and throwing it away.

“you gotta go.” he states, his back turned to you. the sound of him pulling up his pants and putting on his belt snapped you back into reality.

huh?

tons of thoughts rush inside your head at once. did he find another fling? was it over? did he not feel the same?

“what?” you manage to stutter out. “you need to leave. how clearer can i get?” he grumbled. “what—what’s going on?” you reach a hand out, touching his back, making him recoil. “get out!”

his voice makes you jump, “just get out! i don’t want to see you anymore for christ sake.” you squint your eyes, “so you bust a quick nut and all of a sudden we’re done? really jason?” you jump out of his bed, quickly throwing on your clothes.

he had turn to you to say something but you had cut him off — the last thing you needed right now was to hear him say anything.

four weeks.

it’s been four weeks since you and jason had last spoken together since the…thing.

you would be considered a liar if you said you didn’t miss him. his warmth. his presence. his coc—

no! you couldn’t go back. you needed to let him know that you didn’t need him. most importantly, you needed to let yourself know that you didn’t need him.

so, no matter how many messages and calls you received from him, you had to fight the urge to give into him. but it hurt knowing that he could’ve found someone else to take your place.

that he never loved you.

rx queen

being his guardian angel, john wants to taint you a bit

go to listen to , angel by massive attack n rx queen by deftones

🐇 ; halfangel!reader , reader being john’s guardian angel , based off of constantine ( 2005 ) , smut , the reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . or looks are not described so imagine whoever , i was not mentally stable while writing this

john takes out, yet, another cigarette and placing it between his lips before you had interrupted him. “what did i tell you about smoking, john?” appearing out of thin air, you take the cigarette from his lips, flinging it somewhere behind you.

he grunts, sitting up to meet you, “i can take having a guardian angel, but an annoying one is too much.”

false.

he enjoyed your company. whether you were forced to be around him or not, he liked having you around.

“you’ll kill yourself before we can make any progress of you getting into heaven.” you place a hand on his knee, “enough with the cigarettes.” he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “it’s not that easy, sweetheart.”

“sure it is. just drop the cigarette.” you shrug. “you’ve never smoked before, have you?” you shake your head, earning a snigger from him.

“c’mere.” you sit closer to him, placing yourself on the side of his bed. the back of his hand glides across your wings, making you shutter. “you liked that, didn’t you?” he chuckles.

he weightlessly picks you up, placing you between his legs, your wings automatically retracting. “john, what are you doing?” he holds a finger to your lips, silencing you, “ever since god blessed me with you, i just wanted to ruin you. fuck up whatever amount of innocence you have left within you.”

his fingers trace the apple of your cheek, “you’re beautiful.” his lips press along the back of your neck, “stunning, even.” his hands sneak pass the waistline of your pants, surpassing your panties. “you were wet this whole time.” he teases, playing with your sensitive bud.

what is this feeling? and why does it feel so good?

“don’t fight it, doll. give in.” he covers his middle and ring finger with your slick before stuffing his fingers in you.

“j-john.” you flutter your eyes, moaning in pleasure. “such a good girl.” he coaxes you. your head lull back, john takes your lips into his.

he was going to have fun with you.

divider by , @v6que

jaw dropped

Miles DOESN'T like black girls he likes white‼️

girl gtfo and quit talkin this nonsense

I just want to thank you for being so against adults reading fics about minors because just the thought of a grown adult reading about a child makes my actual skin crawl and no one on this platform seems to talk about it and it needs to be addressed

Keeping being awesome!💖

because people are afraid to address things that are wrong. it’s disgusting to see a grown ass adult simping over a 15-17 year old. you are 30 with two kids and a husband. get a grip.

⋆୨୧ he’s at your window

→ ⋆୨୧ ; bruce wayne , the playboy multimillionaire , was still smitten over you

→ 🩰 ; ex-boyfriend!bruce , bruce masturbates while watching the reader get naked , stalker!bruce , i don’t know what this is , reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . or looks are not described

“master bruce! you’ve been replaying the same clip the whole day, just go see her already.” alfred scolds bruce. he was right. and it’s been happening longer than a day. maybe even longer than a week. he still missed you.

“you know she doesn’t want to see me anymore, alfred.” he replays the video again.

it was a clip of you and bruce dancing together at a met gala. you had given him your biggest and prettiest smile ever. he had his special contacts in at the time, recording every single second.

if only he could relive that moment. just one more time. “the more you watch it, the worse your obsession will get.” alfred turns off the screen. “go see her.”

bruce watched you from a roof of a building across from yours, watching your every move. he felt a tent in his pants grew higher as he watched you drop your robe from your body.

“fuck.”

you poured the lotion on your hand and rubbing them together, massaging your breasts. bruce’s hand flies to his crotch, palming himself.

your hands glide down your body, stopping at your inner thighs. he unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles.

he could see the headlines already.

‘ bruce wayne relieving himself while stalking a woman. ’

‘ is bruce wayne a creep? ’

he really didn’t care who saw him right now.

he needed to relieve some tension.

he wrapped his hand around his shaft, slowly stroking himself. he wanted to tease himself. wanted to see how long he could last while watching you.

at one point, he almost finished. you had bent over to apply the lotion on your legs, your cunt saying hello to him. you knew what you were doing, he thought. he grunts as his hand moved faster.

if only his hand was yours.

“fuck.” white strings spew from his pink sensitive tip, covering his hand. his eye rolled back as he finally gave into his release. he “cleaned” himself off, quickly pulling his pants up in embarrassment.

did he really just do that?

divider by ;; @v6que

EYES CLOSED

simon’s hand wrapped around an unfamiliar body. he wanted to sob. he wanted to punch the nearest wall. he wanted to do anything to release the anger inside him. but he couldn’t. that was against his code.

he closed his eyes, imagining that he was holding you. he imagined that the both of you were still together. he imagined that he didn’t screw up.

he remember the events like it was yesterday.

you had grown tired of his absence. you said you craved something more. something he couldn’t give to you. he wasn’t upset with you. he was upset with himself. he loves you so much, why can’t he show it?

but he had to let you go. did he regret it? yes. he wanted to spend every moment with you. even the silent ones. the moments where you didn’t need to talk, just taking in each other’s presence.

was it best for you? yes. but was it best for him? no. you were his serotonin. you kept him sane. you didn’t even need to be there. the mention of you would bring a smile to his face.

but those moments were gone. so, he kept his eyes shut. praying that one day he’ll encounter you again. a moment for him to ask for a second chance. he kept his eyes screwed shut. remembering the moments you had together. good and bad.