warnings: daddy!dan, a lil degrading, very bad, a mess like me
You were scrolling mindlessly through your phone when a notification from your boyfriend Dan popped up on the screen, bringing a smile to your face.
Dan: can you Skype call right now?
You: Sure, call me!
Before you could even click of your messages, the familiar Skype jingle alerted you that Dan was calling. “Hello?” You said as you placed your phone to your ear.
“Naomi!” he answered. You could practically hear the smile in his voice, those warm brown eyes lighting up with joy. “I miss you so much”
You sighed loudly, laying on your bed with the phone next to your head. “I miss you too Dan. Every fucking day”. It was hard continuing your relationship with him on tour. Before the tour, the two of you had been very close friends. You’d always had a crush on him, but you thought he wouldn’t feel the same. Two days before he was schedueled to leave, he invited you over for a mini goodbye hangout, just the two of you as Phil was out to his parents place. Long story short, the two of you had confessed your feelings and now wished you had earlier as you had to wait for a while to see Dan again.
“Can you go on videocam? I want to see that pretty face of yours” he asked, the last part making you roll your eyes mockingly.
“Sure, let me just switch to my laptop” you answered. You ended the call and rolled over to reach for your laptop,. Opening the Skype application, you clicked Dan’s name and selected the video option. After asingle ring, you were greeted withDan’s smiling face on your screem, making yousmile back in return.
“Beautiful as usual, Naomi” he said, cocking his head to the side. You tucked a lock of your red hair behind your ear and looked down at your lap.
“Charming as usual, Daniel” you replied, finally looking up at him again. He laughed at this, the sound making you instantly ten times more at ease.
“So, how has your day been?” you asked. You knew that anything he did on his exciting tour would be way more interesting than what you had for lunch.
“Same as usual, show, meet and greet…” he said, looking a bit distracted. His eyes trailed around the room before looking at you aging. “Actually, | wanted to talk to you about something.”
“What is it?” you questioned, tilting your head curiously.
“Well you see, we didn’t get to do much before I left for tour” he started,scratching the back of his neck nervously/. “I was wondering, would you ever try uh, Skype sex, maybe?“ He finished, not looking you in the eye. Your eyes widened at the suggestion. Skype sex? You’d never tried it before, and the thought of Dan seeing you naked, even via video, made you blush.
But it also excited you. You pictured it in your head for a moment, watching Dan’s reaction as you did dirty things for him. “\Naomi? Are you still there? It’s okay if you don’t want to, it was just an idea…”
“No!” You exclaimed, cutting him off. Quieter this time, you said, “No. I like that idea”
Dan looked surprised, but the expression was quickly replaced with a cheeky smirk, the one that made your guts wrench. Was it just the shitty camera quality or were his eyes darkening? “What do I do?” you asked, beginning to feel awkward.
“You could take that shirt of yours off” he answered. The directness of his statement made you raise an eyebrow, before shyly pulling your shirt over your head. Boy were you glad you were wearing a decent pair of matching underwear. It was Dan’s turn o be shocked now. The little smirk had been wiped right off his face as he stared, taking in every detail of your torso. “If I was there right now,” he began.
“Your turn” you interrupted with a grin. You were starting to get the grip of this, starting to enjoy your power over him due to the restraints between you too. He returned the grin before lifting his black shirt over his head, revealing his slightly tan chest. The shirt had ruffled up his hair so he looked even hotter. “You’re beautiful” you whispered, making Dan laugh.
“I think you’re the one who’s beautiful. If you were in this room, you would see just how mc h I’m liking this” he said teasingly.
“Or you could just show me” you replied, confidently.
“Good idea” he said, before tilting his camera so you could only see his lips and downwards. his hands were hidden down his grey jogging bottoms and he was stroking himself gently, making you practically moan in need. “Fuck, you sound so hot, baby” he breathed out, stroking harder. You watched him pleasure himself, longing filling you up inside.
“Naomi, fuck! Touch yourself for daddy, please” he moaned his breathing still uneven. Hearing him call himself daddy was enough motivation for you. It was one of your biggest kinks. You pulled your skirt down before tilting your camera as well, so he could see what you were about to do. You slipped your underwear down your legs and spread them a little wider so he could get a better view. You heard him whimper at the sight, which only pushed you further. This was all so new and sexy, especially as it was with Dan. Circling your entrance a few times, you slipped a finger inside yourself, moaning out at the feeling.
Dan was an absolute mess by now, eyes fixated on your fingers as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. The sight of him so messy and hot just for you made you add another digit, starting to clench around your own fingers. Dan groaned loudly as his orgasm washed over him, panting heavily. “Are you close princess?”
“Yes daddy” you replied, but it came out more like a whimper.
“Cum for me Naomi. I want to see you cum all over your own fingers like the dirty little slut you are”Dan growled. His dirty talk finally pushed you over the edge in a moment of pure bliss and satisfaction.
“That was amazing” he said, looking at you with so much care and admiration you felt yourself warm up again.
“I know" you replied, beaming.
“I can’t wait till I get back. I want to explore that “daddy” kink a whole lot further…“
Here is one of projects I’ve been preoccupied with for the past couple days. Assignment was to create a magazine covered that showed your personality and design style.
The article titles in case you cant make them out here: Why wait? Procrastinate now! Ditch espresso | Extreme Anxiety | the new get up and go craze. Self Deprecating Humor | The secret to tricking people into liking you Smile & Now | Dealing with difficult people day to day.
“What would I give to live where you are? What would I pay to stay here beside you? What would I do to see you Smiling at me? Where would we walk Where would we run If we could stay all day in the sun? Just you and me And I could be Part of your world
I don’t know when I don’t know how But I know something’s starting right now Watch and you’ll see Someday I’ll be Part of your world” (X)
You weren’t the normal girlfriend or “Old Lady” but you loved him and he loved you. Well, the best he could I guess. The question that keeps you up lately was would that ever be enough. You loved Jax. You loved his boys. Hell, you even loved his mom the best anyone could. She was right about one thing. You did learn to love the club. The crow eaters not so much. They moved away from your man mostly but there was one little bitch that wasn’t getting the hint. The little blonde porn star wasn’t getting the hint.
You didn’t care much about the partying. You would rather be at home reading, watching movies with the boys, or just being with Jax. Tonight though was a patching in the party and as an Old Lady, it was your job to be there. Jax had been acting more grumpy and more stressed lately. So his late nights at the club didn’t really bother you. Deep down it should have, though.
Abel was the nanny while you were at work. Getting off early you decided to surprise Jax with a small lunch. You missed him and any time alone with him is something you would take. There weren’t many bikes parked so you figured most of them were getting supplies or resting before the party tonight. Walking in the club was eating but you could here Jax and a couple of them taking in the chapel.
“I saw Ima leaving from here,” Opie said
“Did she have a nice blow by,” Tig said laughing
“She offered, but somebody had to walk in,” Jax said
“You didn’t want an audience,” Tig asked
“I’m not you, You sick fuck,” Jax said laughing along with the guys
“Besides Y/N would cut your dick off,” Chibs said
“Y/N isn’t gonna find out shit,” Jax said getting serious
“You sure have taste in different women Jackie Boy” Chibs said
You couldn’t listen to this anymore. Dropping the bag of food on the floor you hurried outside.
“What was that?” Jax asked as the all hurried outside to the club.
“Whats that bag?” Ask Opie
Running out the door the guys saw your car driving off.
“Jackie boy I think you have some trouble on your hand,” Chibs said slapping him on the back
Opie and Chibs knew he loved Y/N but they also knew he wasn’t admitting how much to himself yet.
Jax didn’t have time to call you since soon after you left members to start showing up and the old lady started coming by to get the things ready. You, on the other hand, went shopping. Because if Jax wanted a girl like Ima. Then tonight that was what he was going to get.
The party was going full swing. A lot of drinking and laughing. Croweaters keeping the Son’s happy. Gemma walked over to Clay who was laughing and drinking with everyone.
“Hey, babe.” He said giving her a kiss
“Where is Y/N?” Gemma asked him
“Not sure, but it doesn’t seem to bother him,” Clay said looking over at Jax.
Standing in front of your mirror looking at yourself. This wasn’t you, but if Jax wanted a girl like her then let the party begin. You had bought the tightest pair of jeans you could find. The jeans rode low on your hips and hugged your ass like a pair of gloves. You had on a strapless mesh back bustier top. That you made sure pushed your breast as high as they could go. The black high boots would kill your feet but you could make it a couple hours thru the party. Leaving your hair hanging down your back with just a little curl. You did your makeup a little heavier tonight. Taking a deep breathe you walked out of your bedroom and left before you chickened out.
The party was in full swing. Pulling in you saw Chibs and Opie and a guy you had never seen before talking. Parking the car you waved at the guys before you got out. The weren’t expecting what they saw. Opie’s mouth fell opened and the guy next to him had a smile on his face that showed everything he wanted to do to you.
“Evening boys.” You said walking up to them
“Y/N,” Chibs said getting up to hug you
Smiling at him.”You going to introduce your friend?”
“This is Y/N Jax’s old lady,” Chibs said making sure the last part was heard
“Y/N this is Happy,” Chibs said watching you both
“Nice to meet you, Happy.” You said walking closer to him as you walked by
Happy walked you walk by. Chibs didn’t like it
“Be careful that will get you in trouble.”
Every eye was on you when you walked in. The glares from the women and the fuck me smiles from the guys. You didn’t see Jax so you walked over to the bar to get a drink. This wasn’t going as well as you planned. Hell you didn’t really have a plan you thought Jax would see you right away and this would be over, but no you were at the bar getting a drink and you could feel the eyes on you that you didn’t want.
i. you watch: salt is thrown into your tea and put before you smiling, you take a sip before you down the whole mug
ii. you understand: what home feels like is a sensation much like light flickering through your eyelids a flushed red, red flesh you only remember it from fairytales which you read to yourself at night
iii. you remember: nostalgia is the one tucking you into bed and kissing you good night with blood-stained teeth and an ugly smile very similar to the sputtering venom called memories
iv. you align: you feel too much and not at all, but above there is the bitter taste of not being able to find the right words there you sit at the table with your childhood welling up in your eyes
v. you conclude: it’s a lot like sitting in a burning car. you ask for another cup of tea
After HLV, John sees his
therapist again. She urges him to talk to the person whose behaviour
confuses him or, if talking is impossible, to write to them (John
didn’t say who he was talking about). As can be expected,
Sherlock flatly rejects talking or writing. But then he comes across
a book with haiku and suddenly discovers that the strict form of
these poems makes it possible to say things that have been left
unsaid for far too long.