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back2bluesidex · 6 months

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Girl Crush - MYG

Part of my Milestone Drabble Request Game. Find the request here.

Read the follow-up drabble, Afterglow.

Pairing: Husband!Yoongi X Wife!Reader

Theme: Angst, Unrequited love au, arrange marriage au

Wordcount: 1.5k+

Summary: It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at.

Based on Girl Crush by Harry Styles (Cover).

Warnings: unhappy marriage, unrequited love, yoongi loves someone else. this is very painful.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: I had this idea sitting on my head for a long time now. Thanks to @jimintaemin for requesting this and giving me a chance of writing this. This is very angsty just as you wanted. Hope you like this. Hit me back with your feedback!:)

“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”

“I assume you already know that this is a marriage of convenience, a negotiation between two companies. And I hope you will not expect anything from me. As long as it’s about responsibilities, I am okay with those. But don’t expect anything more.” Min Yoongi had said, cold and stoic, as if not conversing but stating some flat facts related to stock prices.

He was not wrong. Whatever he had said are indeed facts and there was nothing you didn’t already know.

So you stood there, standing as still as a porcelain doll, ready to fall and break at any given moment.

“And just so you know… I have someone.” he finished, diverting his eyes from you even though he never really looked at you properly.

Although you were glad that he didn’t. You were more than happy that he didn’t witness tears rolling down your face, gathering below your chin and dropping down at the immaculate fabric of your wedding gown.

Do tears leave stains? You hoped that was not the case.

It’s not that you pictured a fairytale married life for you. You know arranged marriages come with more cons than pros. You knew you would have to pay the price.. but at the same time you had no choice. You were even more reluctant to do anything because it was him.

It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at.

It was foolish for you to expect a man of his stature would not have someone to love, to be loved by. And it was even more foolish for you to think, you can be his wife, a real one.. and lead a life with him.

However, now you know it’s impossible. And the realization made you feel helpless, caged and broken.

“I won’t expect anything, I promise, but in return… Can we at least be friends? It will make things easy for both of us.” you’d uttered upon managing your voice and emotions.

Only then he looked at you, like really looking at you with a small smile playing on his lips, he’d said “sure.”

That was the moment you realized you had a girl crush. And it was the woman who managed to make Yoongi, your husband, fall in love.

“I got it real bad.. Want everything she has That smile and that midnight laugh.. She's giving you now.”

You thought, you would be angry. You thought every possible darkness would cover your senses, when you’d meet her for the first time.

But wrong… you were.

You had so many prejudices about this woman and you hated her with every drop of blood your body owns but all of it evaporated in thin air when she smiled at you standing right at your and yoongi’s door.

She is beautiful, she is kind, she is loveable… and maybe everything else you can’t ever be.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I never thought I was going to see Yoongi ever again.” she’d murmured as she stood close to you in the kitchen, preparing dinner for you three.

You had stared into her eyes then.. Trying to find mockery and a hint of brazen victory telling you, “you’re only his paper wife. I own his heart.”

But again.. Again you were disappointed.

In her eyes, there was no mockery, no pretense, no dishonesty.. Rather only understanding and kindness. Only then you understood why Yoongi loves her so much.

Why will it never be you and always be her.

That night as you stood at the balcony, enjoying the stinging sensation cold wind brought to you, you heard them laughing.

It was the first time you heard Min Yoongi laughing. Even though faint and muffled, you could still sense his happiness through the sound.

Min Yoongi was finally happy... for the first time since the wedding ceremony... and you were not the reason.

All of a sudden, you were jealous again, even though you were not sure if you had the right or not.

“I want to taste her lips… Yeah, 'cause they taste like you I want to drown myself… In a bottle of her perfume”

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you invited her to your and Yoongi’s honeymoon.

Both of your and his parents have been pestering you to set out for the trip. You have been using excessive workload as the excuse and you assumed Yoongi to do the same.

But a week ago, everything went south when Yoongi had a fight with his father. As a result, flights were booked, accommodations were chosen and you two were notified only two days prior.

That night, Yoongi didn’t come back home. And when he did, he didn’t speak a single word to you.

The visible frown on his forehead and the cold aura that oozed from him, made you want to make him smile, made you invite his lover to the trip secretly.

She was already there when you two reached and you will never forget Yoongi’s reaction when he realized what was happening.

The grumpy cold Yoongi broke into gummy smiles and giggles as soon as he saw her. They kissed right in front of your eyes and you silently cried.

Oh how you wish, you could taste him too. How you wish, he would hold you like that, caress you like that.

How you wish… he would love you like that.

“I want her long blond hair… I want her magic touch Yeah, 'cause maybe then… You'd want me just as much”

“Babe, could you please turn your head a little? Yes.. yes just like that.”

You watched the man as he clicked photos after photos of the woman he loves, seemingly trying to document her beauty for a long long time.

You watched her as her long blond hair flowed like a waterfall down her shoulder, wind ruffling it gently making her look even more beautiful.

“Let’s take a selfie, will you?” she shouted at him and he chuckled.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, he said, “you smell so nice.”

You wondered, what she smelled like, what perfume did she use to make Yoongi look this satisfied. You even considered asking her, purchasing a bottle and drowning yourself in one of those if that means Yoongi would love to smell you too, he would curl himself around you late at night. If that means Yoongi would want you, just as much.

“I don't get no sleep… I don't get no peace Thinking about her.. Under your bed sheets”

“Where are you going?” confusion dripped through Yoongi’s voice. You stopped at your tracks and turned to face him.

“I will sleep in the other room. You two should have your space. I will send her in as soon as I am there.” you smiled at him, even though your heart bleed invisibly inside your chest at the thought of how they would spend the night together.

“No, Y/N. We will adjust. You sleep here in the suite.” Yoongi commented, as firm as a verdict, as he stepped towards where you stood.

“But Yoongi, I am alone, what would I do with all this space?” you sighed. You definitely didn’t want to be left alone at the honeymoon suite, decorated for the newlyweds. You hate it. Totally loathe the decorations. Those giant red hearts had been mocking you since the moment you stepped there. You might tear those to pieces if you were left there alone, raising endless questions regarding such an act.

“You have done enough. You have done much more than you needed to and I feel like I’m taking advantage of your kindness. So, please… stay here. Enjoy the stay. We will manage.” giving you one of his tight lipped smiles, Yoongi slipped out of the room to spend the night with his lover.

That night when you slid inside the covers, which smelled awfully like him because he took a nap earlier in the evening, you started breaking down.

Your hopes, your dreams, and your heart all started crumbling right before your eyes. You held the duvet tightly around yourself and pretended it was yoongi wrapped around you, it was Yoongi, whispering sweet things in your ear, it was Yoongi, telling you that he loved you.

Somewhere you knew, Yoongi is actually doing all these things in real-time but.. Not to you.. Not for you.

You closed your eyes, tears streamed down your cheeks and wetted the pillow. You imagined your life as her… as your girl crush… as the woman your husband, Min Yoongi, loves.

“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”

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laurenairay · 3 months

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hopeless hearts just passing through - J. Hughes

This my entry for @wyattjohnston’s low-key lovefest 2k24 prompt list challenge. I chose “stop making promises you aren’t going to keep” from the angst list and “you’re the only person I wanted to see tonight” from the fluff list.

Summary: Jack had messed up, again. Can he make it up to you this time, or is it too late?

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: light angst, Jack being a dumbass, some bad language, fluff

Title from: I was made for loving you, by Tori Kelly

Thursday 28th December

[7.00pm] You’ve reached Jack. I’m obviously not here right now so leave me a message after the beep.

[7.25pm] You’ve reached Jack. I’m obviously not here right now so leave me a message after the beep.

[8.00pm] You’ve reached Jack. I’m obviously not here right now so leave me a message after the beep.

“Hey Jack, guess you’ve forgotten our call. Again. By now you probably have other plans tonight? Just… please give me a call when you listen to this.”

Friday 29th December

Morning came without a phone call. You didn’t know whether you were surprised or not, if you were being honest – this wasn’t the first time he’d forgotten to call you while on the road like he promised he would. This time though it felt different. Maybe it was because the two of you had spent a wonderful happy Hannukah & Christmas together only days before that hurt you the most. Maybe it was just because you believed Jack when he promised. Either way, this time you couldn’t let it go – it was a matter of principle.

You made it through your entire morning routine, getting washed and dressed for work, eating breakfast, packing your lunch into your work bag, before your phone started to ring. Jack. You glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, wincing as you slipped into your shoes and grabbed your hooded coat, bag and keys on the way out the door. You weren’t going to be late, not for him.

“I’m on my way to work, I really can’t talk right now.”

You answered bluntly, pinning your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you put on your coat the moment you stepped into the elevator.

“I am so sorry baby.”

Really?

“That’s really all you have to say?” you snapped, picking your work bag up off the floor now that you’d zipped up your coat.

“What else can I say?”

You were stunned for a moment, lips parting. The nerve of this guy.

“Oh I don’t know, how about what you’re actually sorry for?” you said, the sarcasm in your voice barely hiding your anger.

You heard him huff out a breath, perfectly in time with the elevator doors opening on the ground floor of your apartment building.

“I’m sorry I missed our call. I know I promised to call you but I just totally forgot. The guys were all excited about a mario kart tournament and I really wanted Luke to finally get in on the action!”

“Please don’t blame your brother for your mistakes.”

Jack inhaled sharply over the phone. You could almost picture his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say, just as he usually did in person, so you just waited for him to speak as you trudged down the street to your usual bus stop.

“I’m sorry. For blaming Luke and for upsetting you. It won’t happen again, baby, I promise.”

Yeah, okay. As if that was the first time he’d said that.

“Stop making promises you aren’t going to keep,” you said sharply.

Jack was silent for a moment or two.

“What do you mean?”

His voice sounded so small, so quiet, like he finalised realised the depth of how badly he’d screwed up. Good.

“You know what I mean, Jack. I’m not asking for the world – I know your team will always be priority. I’m just getting sick of never even crossing your mind at all. Even a text to say a mario kart tournament had started last minute would’ve been better than being fucking ghosted by my own boyfriend,” you groaned.

Thankfully there was no-one else at the bus stop to hear your cursing.

“Baby, please, I can do better. I will do better.”

He was clearly panicking, voice full of desperation with whatever he was reading from your own voice. But you just sighed, not really sure what to say because this wasn’t the first time so would it really be the last? Could you really believe him?

Before you could think of an answer to his pleading, your bus came into view as it turned the corner onto your road. Clearly this was a sign.

“I have to go, my bus is here,” you said softly.

“No baby, wait please, I-”

You ended the call without letting him finish, already feeling a headache coming on as the anger washed out of you. This was the last thing you needed after the heartache of last night – his panicked pleading. It wouldn’t help his case when he was so far away, not when you were this frustrated with him. The best thing for you to do, rather than tumbling into saying something you would regret, would be to give yourself some space, some breathing room.

Something that Jack clearly didn’t agree with as he immediately called your phone again.

Thankfully the bus pulled up right at that moment, so you felt justified in ignoring him, slipping your phone into your pocket as you flashed the driver your bus pass, focusing on finding a seat for your commute.

It was all you could do to keep your face neutral, trying to ignore the overwhelmed tears stinging at your eyes as your phone continued to buzz for most of your journey.

As you suspected, your morning at work was terrible. Not only did your mild headache turn into a fully formed one, but you were clearly giving off ‘leave me alone’ vibes because your colleagues steered clear, leaving you to stew in your emotions in peace. Not even a walk outside during your lunch break did any good – you still had a headache, the food you packed was so-so, and you had three emails to deal with that were really not your problem.

Didn’t people know that sending emails between Christmas and New Year was pointless?

“Hey, you’ve got a delivery.”

You jerked your head up from your computer to see your office receptionist standing next to you with a gigantic bouquet of flowers – white and pink roses, to be precise, around three dozen. What the hell?

“Uh, thanks,” you murmured, forcing a quick smile as she passed the bouquet over.

You tried desperately to ignore the whispers and stares around you as you spotted a card. Really you knew there was only one person who would send you flowers, but you still opened the small envelope with shaking hands anyway.

‘I’m sorry. Jack xx’

A simple message but it still made your heart ache.

That, and it made your lingering headache pound more. This was so typical Jack, wanting to do some sort of grand gesture which in technicality was very sweet but also so not what you needed right now. You didn’t need the reminder that things were shaky between you two. You didn’t need the stares and attention from your colleagues, all of them now knowing that something was wrong from your reaction. And you didn’t need to carry the bouquet home on the bus with you, the unresolved tension between you and Jack hanging over you like an axe.

Or, well, like a bouquet of 36 flowers, bigger than your head.

“Oh honey, what did he do?”

You winced at the pitying voice of your colleague, smiling sadly as you shook your head.

“I’d really rather not talk about it,” you said softly.

She nodded, smiling sadly back.

“Well if you change your mind, message me and we’ll go for coffee,” she said, voice quiet, trying to give you a modicum of privacy.

You just nodded, thanking her quietly in response, and she left with a squeeze of your shoulder. She meant well, you knew she did, and hopefully this interaction would stop anyone else (especially those who loved to stir drama) from approaching you too.

It was all you could do to put the flowers on the side of your desk, trying to ignore everything they represented. You had work to do – thinking about Jack right now was not going to do you any good.

When your phone buzzed a couple of hours later though, you still read the messages that Jack sent, one after another coming in.

[3.22pm]

From: Jack I got an email saying the flowers had been delivered. I chose white and pink roses to symbolise how much I love you and my loyalty and how sorry I am. I know that I messed up and I understand why you’re upset with me. But please give me a second chance?

He'd looked up flower symbolism. He specifically chose white and pink roses because of their meaning. What were you supposed to do with something so romantic when you were this frustrated with him?

Fuck.

With a sigh you pulled up the Devils schedule on your phone, confirming the date in your mind that he’d be back from his roadtrip. He was still in Ottawa today and then Boston tomorrow…but he would be back on New Year’s Eve. You could work with that.

[3.35pm]

To: Jack The flowers are beautiful. Thank you. I am still upset with you, but I will hear you out. If you want to talk, come to mine on NYE. I have no plans.

The two of you hadn’t discussed any parties or plans at all for New Year’s Eve, even though you had assumed Jack would’ve dragged you somewhere in the end. But this was better. You needed time alone with him because there was no way you could face him for the first time after all this while surrounded by other people. Putting the ball in his court was the only way to keep your sanity at this point.

With another sigh you put your phone down, raking a hand through your hair as your eyes lingered on the colourful blooms on your desk. They really were beautiful.

You weren’t surprised when it took mere minutes before your phone buzzed again.

[3.37pm]

From: Jack I’ll be there. I promise.

Saturday 30th December

[11.15pm]

To: Jack Sorry about the loss. You’ll get the Bruins next time.

[11.20pm]

From: Jack Thanks ❤️

Sunday 31st December

You hadn’t spoken to Jack since texting him after yesterday’s defeat. Mostly because you knew he was travelling, but also because you knew that him coming over to yours tonight was when you really needed to speak.

For some reason you were a little nervous. You didn’t know what it was really that had you furiously cleaning your apartment, but those fizzing bubbles ran all through your body the whole day. It didn’t help that you had no idea what time Jack would come over. Assuming he was still coming over, that was. No, he had promised, and he knew how you felt about promises. At least you hoped he had learned his lesson on how you felt because you weren’t sure of how much more you could take.

Tonight had to be your deciding factor on protecting your heart, you knew that much.

When you’d scrubbed and rearranged and hoovered all that you could, you showered and dressed up in a comfortable black velvet tea dress, curled your hair and put on a little make-up before putting some wine in the fridge to chill. It was New Year’s Eve after all, and you knew that if Jack didn’t turn up by 9pm, your friends had insisted that you go over to theirs to celebrate the new year together. It felt good to know that you had a safety net because if Jack didn’t show tonight? You were done. And you knew you’d need the support of your friends to get you through.

Fuck.

You really hoped he showed up.

When it got to 6pm, you put some soft music on, hoping to drown out the silence of your apartment, feeling like an idiot for just sitting around waiting for him. What if he didn’t show up? What if he let you down again? What if this was the end of your relationship? What if…

Bzzzzz

The buzzer for your apartment crashed through your swirling thoughts and you quickly jumped to your feet, cheeks heating with how ridiculous you felt.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. Can you let me up?”

Jack. He came.

You didn’t answer, just pressed the button to let him in, trying to keep yourself calm as you paced to and forth while you waited for him to take the elevator up to your apartment. In all reality it didn’t take long, but after the last few days it felt like a lifetime.

“Hey.”

You huffed out a laugh at your awkward greetings, stepping aside to let him in.

“Thanks, uh, for inviting me over,” Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wasn’t sure what time you would come. Or what you were doing tonight,” you murmured, shutting the door behind him.

Jack groaned, walking further into your apartment, you following silently. “I should’ve texted. Fuck, I should’ve told you exactly what time I was coming over, but I got so caught up trying to find the right thing to wear and dropping Luke off early at Nico’s and…”

Oh bless his heart. He was going straight into it then.

His rant trailed off as you pressed a finger to his lips, responding to your amused smile with a shy one of his own.

“You look great, Jack – you always do,” you said simply, dropping your hand back to your side, “But I actually meant if you had other plans around this like parties you were going to go to.”

Jack immediately shook his head, face more serious than you’d ever seen it.

“You’re the only person I wanted to see tonight,” he said firmly.

Oh fuck. Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, Jack taking the chance to hold both of your hands.

“I messed up. I know I messed up. I haven’t been treating you with the respect you deserve and missing even one call with you without letting you know why is unacceptable…”

Wow. This was far more than you had ever expected from him, and your heart ached with the emotion he was putting into his thoughts. Maybe he’d rehearsed this with Luke, maybe he was winging it, but you could tell in his eyes that he meant every word. He was right – you hadn’t been respected like you deserve. Could he really turn himself around though?

“…I really am sorry, baby. I love you so much and I can’t bear the thought of losing you. Please, will you forgive me?”

The confidence in his voice wavered a little, voice cracking with the emotion of his words, and you felt a pang radiate through your chest. You’d never seen him look so vulnerable before. Maybe you needed to see it.

As you formed your thoughts, you kept your hands in his, squeezing to let him know you were processing so he didn’t panic or shut down. That was the last thing you wanted or needed. This was a lot, and it was important that you said what you really meant.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting to dive straight into this.”

Jack winced slightly, lips parting, but you shook your head. No, it was your turn now.

“You really hurt me, Jack. I appreciate that you understand that, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I was hurt. I don’t ask for much and you couldn’t even give me the bare minimum,” you started.

The whimper that escaped from his throat just about broke your heart, but you barrelled on.

“I deserve more. I deserve better. I deserve respect, you’re right. I just…I really hope you’re the one that can give that to me,” you said softly.

As your words sunk in, a hopeful smile quickly spread across his face.

“I get a second chance?” he grinned, making you huff out a laugh.

“Yeah, Jack, you do. But you won’t get a third. I don’t like feeling like I don’t matter and you can’t do that again,” you said, hoping he understood how serious you were.

Jack nodded, squeezing your hands.

“I won’t let you down, baby. I almost lost you once by being a careless asshole, I won’t lose you again,” he said, smiling.

Oh how that smile gave you butterflies.

“I love you,” he said again.

It didn’t matter how long you’d been together or how many times he said it – hearing those words fall from his lips made your heart race every single time.

“I love you too,” you said, finally smiling back.

Jack whooped, throwing his head back in celebration, making you burst out in laughter, even more so as he dropped your hands to wrap his arms around your waist, picking you up to spin around in a circle. Ridiculous, ridiculous man.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You just clutched at his shoulders as he murmured the words over and over again in your ear, hoping that this time, his words would be true.

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hellsburners · 11 months

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burning red

summary: you swear you wouldn't fuck on a window. pairing: tasm!peter parker x male!reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, roomate!peter, violence mentioned (a movie they watch), alcohol, blowjobs, gay sex, top!peter, rimming, anal sex, slight angst?, fuck buddies, window sex, semi-public sex a/n: omg mike finally writes a fic above 1k words act shocked!

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Two broke New Yorkers, that’s what you two were. Your roommate Peter worked selling pictures to an online news outlet called The Daily Bugle, while you wait tables at an Asian restaurant. It was late at night and you two just got home from work, Peter brought home cold beer while you got free leftovers from the restaurant.

He was sitting on your small worn-out couch watching a shitty slasher movie on your laptop. You were in the kitchen waiting for the noodles to finish heating in the microwave. At this point, it was a ritual for you two, watching movies while eating amazing cheap food. The food finished heating and you put them in two bowls, aromatic steam filled the room.

“What happened?” you asked while bringing the food down on the coffee table. Peter was sipping on the amber-colored bottle.

“These two dudes were fucking in their apartment window until the killer found them, and now it’s the dad giving a speech at the high school,” he said taking the bowl of noodles.

“If I ever had the chance to get laid I wouldn’t do where other people could see,” you muttered. You take the bowl of food and slurp on the savory dish. Peter side-eyed you in confusion. You look at him and laugh. “Why? You’d get laid in public?”

“I mean, if I had to,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Plus, you’re here all the time. How am I supposed to get some privacy.”

“Oh, I bet you do, Mr. I-fucked-blackcat-at-a-rooftop,” you were fully immersed in the banter, you could see someone getting brutally stabbed in the movie through your peripheral. He laughs at your comment. You knew Peter’s side job, he would talk to you about his experiences all the time.

“And you would do it too!”

“Yeah, Black Cat is so hot I’d fuck them too.” he laughs at your retort.

“I mean I wouldn’t mind doing you in that window either,” Peter muttered, eyeing the small window in your living room. Your brows furrowed while you side-eyed him. He took another sip of his beer, he gave you a flirtatious wink. Your cheeks warmed, from the alcohol, from Peter, you couldn’t pinpoint.

“You’re fucking drunk, Pete,” you said bringing your finished bowl to the table.

“I had one bottle, I’m not,” he rests his head on your shoulder. “You wouldn’t do me?”

Little did this little shit know that you’ve had the biggest crush on this man ever since he tutored you on biochemistry in college. You could feel his soft brown hair on your cheek, the way he smells like the ocean in the morning, or waking up to a drizzling rain. Your heart races.

“You shouldn’t be joking around like that you asshole,” you took a big gulp of the beer, trying to hide your shaking voice. “I’m not looking for anything serious anyway.”

“I’m not,” he whispered, there was a seriousness in his tone. “Who says it should be serious? We’re just two guys getting it on.”

There was a sting in your chest. Nothing serious. You moved your shoulder signaling for Peter to get off. You catch him staring at you, his face growing stubble from being overworked. A few seconds pass of you two just staring at each other. He takes his hand to your warm cheeks.

“You’re so red right now, it’s adorable,” you close your eyes and suck all the air around you. “Can I kiss you? As friends of course.”

You nod, slowly coming closer to his face. Your lips touch, his were soft and warm, the stubble pricking your skin. You run your hands through his hair as the kiss deepens. Your tongue meets his, making you feverish. You gently pull him with you as you lay down on the couch. Peter takes his cardigan off while you loosen your drawstring shorts. You pull his shirt off, tracing your hands on his chest down to his abs.

“Just two guys getting on,” you whisper. He starts to go down on you, swallowing your head. Your head extends from the pleasure, eyes closed, teeth biting your lip trying to stifle a moan. You tug on his hair, he moans with your sex muffling his sounds.

He releases your cock with a pop. He stands up from the couch and reaches a hand to you. “Come with me, let me show you something.”

While holding your waist, he guides you to your apartment window. He puts both of your arms on the windowsill, arching your back. He kneels and eats you out, his tongue licking your hole, you went in to cover your mouth to hide your noises. Peter asks you to take them off and how it made him so hard to hear you moan. He fingers you with such preciseness he finds your sensitive areas with ease.

Peter unbuckles his jeans and pulls them down with his underwear. You turn around to look at him under the moonlight. A tall man, with lean muscle all over, a faint trail of brown hair leading to his crotch. There you saw his erect cock, it was long and a perfect girth. He strokes it, pre-cum coming off the tip.

A few moments later, you feel him insert his cock lubed and the condom placed. He takes you from the back, leaving messy kisses on your nape. You both moan from fucking each other, Peter knew how to sync your rhythms producing the filthiest whimpers from you. He takes your cock, pumping it as he fucks you.

“Peter,” your words slurred at this point. “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course, fuck, you’re so tight,” he wraps his long arms around your whole body, hugging you while he ruts into you. “Shit, we should've done this years ago.”

“I’m so close,” you moaned, your cock dripping so much pre.

“Me too,” Peter curses. He pulls out, you almost curse at him for fucking with you like this when you’re close. He takes you and lifts you to sit on the windowsill. He takes your kegs at his sides to finish you off. He takes you in his arms, fucking you feverishly. You swore people could’ve heard you but you didn’t care, you were fucking the prettiest boy in your life.

His thrusts become erratic. You sloppily make out as he fucks you. You both moan in each other's mouths as you cum. He takes you down the windowsill to kiss you more.

“I could’ve fallen from the window,” you said, catching your breath. He laughs, carrying you to the couch.

You sat on the couch wearing his shirt, he placed his cardigan on his lap while your legs rested in them. You both were gulping some cold water.

“So, tomorrow?” he said. You nod, bringing your cups to a toast.

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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TAKE CARE OF YOU [4]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 2,515

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: a little on the shorter side for my usual stuff, but I needed to end this one here for future chapter pacing reasons lol. thanks for everyone who has shown sugar daddy joel love😘]

04: THAT'S MORE LIKE IT, SUGAR

"despite knowing they won't be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives." -sunflowers

On Wednesday morning, you woke up late. At first, you had jumped up in a panic, seeing the clock read nearly 11 AM, but it dawned on you that you had traded today’s shift to work on Thursday instead. You slumped back into bed and closed your eyes. You had stayed up late last night talking to Joel just as you had Sunday and Monday night. It was becoming a habit you were more than happy to continue. A small smile drifted to your face at the thought that you’d get to actually see him tonight rather than just talk to him through a phone.

With that excitement came a ball of anxiety. You’d get to see Joel tonight which meant he’d get to see you. It was the main reason why you had traded shifts to get today off because you needed all the time possible to get ready. Was that excessive? Absolutely. Were you overthinking it? Probably. Was that going to stop you? Nope.

You rolled over in bed and blindly felt around your nightstand until you grasped your phone. There were a few missed texts, but the first one came from Joel. ‘Enjoy your morning off, sugar. Check your front door when you wake up.’ Your eyebrows furrowed curiously. Front door? You rolled out of bed, saving the texts from Nima and Henry for later and padded out of your bedroom. For the first time in a long time, you felt giddy with excitement and the joy bubbling up into your chest only grew more immense when you opened your door. Resting on top of your welcome mat was a gorgeous glass vase filled to the brim with the most vibrant flowers you had ever seen.

“Holy shit.” You gasped and carefully picked the vase up to bring it inside. You set it down on your kitchen counter to admire. The bouquet was a collection of bright sunflowers, beautiful red roses, and speckled throughout with some baby breath. There was a card hanging from the vase that you snatched up to read. You read it aloud, “Can’t wait to see you tonight, sunshine.”

As soon as the nickname, playing off the glowing sunflowers, left your lips it was followed by an actual squeal as you bounced in place. Your hands drifted up to rest on your warm cheeks as you gazed at the lovely flowers in admiration. Holy shit. Holy shit. In all your years of life, nobody had ever gifted you with something so adorably romantic. Your ex had picked you up a bouquet a time or two in the past but they usually came after a big fight. Never just as a gift for the sake of giving a gift.

“Oh my God.” You breathed and leaned in to smell the flowers, still beaming, “Oh my God.”

You needed to thank him. You grabbed your phone to snap a picture of it, but an idea occurred and you flipped your phone’s camera to face you. You hugged the vase toward your chest so half your face was hidden in the mess of flowers. It felt a little weird to send him a selfie, you weren’t quite that bold yet, but this seemed like a happy medium. You retook it three times before you were happy with it and then sent the text to Joel.

‘Thank you! I love my flowers!!’

You shifted the vase in a position where you’d be able to see it from nearly every angle in your small apartment then drifted back to your bedroom to get ready for the day. The text from Henry was just asking where a few supplies were, and the text from Nima was one asking what you planned to wear tonight. A very good question. You had a few cute dresses, but you weren’t sure they were ‘sugar baby entertaining her sugar daddy’ level of cute. In fact, thinking back to Rosalind, they most definitely were not.

While in the middle of texting Nima that you needed some kind of help, a reply from Joel came through and as if a switch flipped in your brain that same silly, stupid smile filled your features once more. ‘Glad they got there in one piece.’ Followed by, ‘Cute picture. The flowers are in the way of a real pretty sight though, sugar’.

The sound that left your mouth was hardly human. This charming motherfucker. Joel tried to say you were going to be the death of him? You were one smooth move away from spontaneously combusting. A thought occurred to you. How was this man single? Joel was without a doubt one of the most handsome men you have ever met. He was kind and caring. He was funny and smart. Obviously had a good business sense looking at his company and was still grounded and humble despite all that success. Add to all of that his charm and that intoxicating voice and accent? It was baffling that this man hadn’t swept some other lucky woman off her feet. In fact, the more you thought about it the more confusing it became. If he wanted any kind of company all he’d have to do was shoot a stranger a smile and they’d fall to his feet without a doubt, but he specifically went the ‘sugar daddy’ path.

The two of you hadn’t discussed romantic histories at all. You didn’t ask because you didn’t want to cross a line and if he offered you his history you’d feel obliged to offer him yours. The bubble of playful, flirty banter and long casual conversations did not need to be popped by reality.

‘Hey, I know you said you wanted it to be a surprise, but can I get a hint about tonight? For dress code purposes?’

‘Call Riley when you’re ready. He’ll take you to a store where you can get something.’

‘I was going to check my closet first.’

You were in the process of sending a follow up text about your closet when the phone went dark as Joel began to call. A chuckle left your lips and answered in a nonchalant, casual voice. “Oh, hey there.”

“Sugar, you’re killin’ me.”

“What ever do you mean, Joel?” You questioned innocently.

“You’re gonna get dressed then call Riley so he can drive you to the boutique.” Joel replied in a firm voice. “The girls at the front desk spoke highly of the place.” You were going to quickly get addicted to giving Joel a hard time if it meant you got to hear him boss you around so sternly. “And I better get a notification through my bank that you used the card.”

Your eyes widened, “Wait, you get notifications when I use it?”

“Yeah, and you ain’t using it hardly enough.”

“I bought lunch with it yesterday!” You argued. “And coffee the day before.”

Joel chuckled, exasperated, “Those are necessities.” You had to resist the urge to laugh that Joel considered coffee a necessity of life rather than a comfort. “The point of the card is to splurge.”

“Right.” You mumbled and twisted in place where you stood. “That’s not a strong suit of mine.”

“I know, darlin’.” Joel replied. “Where better to start than to get somethin’ that’ll make you feel pretty tonight.”

It was endearing that Joel made the clarification that he wanted you to buy an item that would make you feel more confident about yourself. As if you were already pretty, but just needed something to remind you of that fact. Jesus, again, how was he still single? You hummed, “Okay. I’ll see what I can do about putting a dent in your bank account this afternoon.”

“You say it jokingly, but that’s exactly what I want.”

“Keep this attitude up and you’re gonna turn me into a spoiled brat.”

“That’s the goal, sugar.” Joel’s deep voice rumbled with amusement and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sound.

You cleared your throat. “You, uh, you’re going to regret saying that when I bankrupt you.”

“Oh, I’d love to see you try.”

Joel had a voice like warm honey. The southern drawl and deep, hoarse quality of it was soothing to your soul. The sound of a different voice could be heard in the background and Joel grumbled in annoyance before wishing you a farewell. You continued to smile to yourself before shaking your head and beginning to get ready. You shot Riley a text saying you’d be ready to go in fifteen minutes or so. An idea popped into your head and you hesitated only a second before texting Joel.

‘Pick a color for my dress tonight.’

‘Blue, sugar. Let’s go with blue.’

Riley dropped you off outside a boutique was somehow adorable and elegant all at the same time. Two words that you typically didn’t string together, and yet here you were. The entire street was lined with the LA style stores and boutiques that you would never look twice at. As you stood outside of the one Joel had sent you to, you couldn’t help but wince. Oh God, what if you were about to have yourself a pretty woman moment where the employees send you packing.

You glanced down at your simple outfit of a blouse and jeans then wince again. You dressed in something simple since you were going to be changing in and out of different clothes, but now you were wondering if you should’ve scourged up the fanciest outfit in your closet. With a steadying breath, you pushed into the shop and braced for impact.

Piano music drifted through the shop, and the floor was covered in glass and marble stands. Oh, boy. This was the kind of place where a single article of clothing would end up costing more than your rent. The urge to spin around and leave rose up, but before you could bail a woman with a broad smile drifted toward you. She was gorgeous. Her dark skin not showing a singular flaw and her thick hair surrounding her head like a cloud of perfect curls. She looked like she stepped right out of a fashion magazine.

“Welcome!” She greeted. Your eyes widened when your name left her lips. “My name is Kiera. Mr. Miller called us earlier and told us to expect you. Would you like to come with me to the private stage?”

“Private…stage?” You repeated.

Kiera nodded and motioned for you to follow her. She led you to the back room where there was a singular changing room along with an actual stage surrounded by a panel of mirrors. A couch also sat in the middle of the room where someone could sit and wait. It was too bad Nima was at work right now. She’d be the perfect person for this kind of thing.

“So, tell me about some styles or colors you like and I can bring you items to choose from.”

Nervously, you began to ramble about the kind of dresses you typically wore and styles you loved. As Kiera began to walk away you called out. “Oh, and can they all be in shades of blue? Please?”

For the next hour, you worked with Kiera to find a dress that would work. It had actually been a lot of fun. Kiera had a kind and calming energy that settled any nerves you had about shopping in such a high end boutique and she truly had an eye for fashion. The woman knew what she was doing. She had helped you settle on a navy cocktail dress made of a satin material that accentuated the shape of your body. You had never felt as empowered as you did right now in this dress.

“What size shoe do you wear?” Kiera asked as you stepped back out of the changing room in your normal clothes. Dress held carefully in your arms.

“Shoes?”

“Of course.” Kiera chuckled. “I have the perfect pair for this ensemble.” You gave her the answer and she began to walk away, calling over her shoulder. “I’ll bring you a collection of jewelry to choose from as well!”

Shoes and jewelry? This was one of those shops where none of the items seemed to have a price tag. Never a good sign. Adding accessories to that could only steepen an already steep cost. Granted, Joel did say he wanted you to hurt his bank account. It just still felt…wrong. Hanging out with Joel was no problem, you enjoyed this deal you had with him, but the accepting money part was hard for you to grasp. You loved the idea of it, but when game time came around you froze up.

“I brought a few options in gold and silver that would go well.” Kiera came back with a cushioned board where multiple necklaces, bracelets, and earrings rested. She also brought the pair of shoes she had been telling you about.

“Thanks.” You chewed on your lower lip while pursuing. You pointed to a pair of earrings. “Um, how much are these?”

Kiera chuckled. “Sorry. Mr. Miller was adamant that I not tell you the price of anything.”

“Of course, he did.” You muttered.

It didn’t take long to pick a few pieces you liked⏤ forcing yourself to ignore the nagging of wondering about prices. Kiera led you to the front and you chatted with her about the new puppy that she had just adopted and was crazy about. As she began to ring up the items, you stared at the keypad where numbers began to appear. The number behind the dollar sign hit 5,893 and you felt your jaw drop to the floor. Holy shit. That was literally two months rent for you.

Kiera held her hand out and you slowly pulled out the credit card Joel had gifted you. She picked it out from between your fingers with a wide smile and you offered a sheepish smile in return.

“You said this is for your date tonight, right?” Kiera asked. You took back the credit card and signed the receipt she slid over to you.

She was packing your items into a few bags. “Uh,” You nodded, “Yes. It is.”

Calling tonight a date was easier than calling it a meeting with your sugar daddy. Was there an official name for these kinds of things? Were they called dates? God, you were overthinking this again. Kiera handed the bags over with a chuckle. “Well, I hope you and Mr. Miller have a wonderful time. Please come back anytime!”

“Thank you for everything, Kiera.” You replied.

She called out for you to come back soon, and you stepped back out into the hot LA air. The phone in your back pocket buzzed. You pulled it out, needing to call Riley anyways, but saw on the screen that Joel had texted you. He sent you a screenshot of the notification his bank had sent him with the purchase you just made. The message under that read, ‘Now, that’s more like it, sugar.’

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gingiesworld · 7 months

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Ginger a Taylor Sloane one angst with happy ending. You can choose the story ✌️

That Was Hot

Taylor Sloane x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Fluff. Fingering (T receiving)

Taglist: @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories @canvascoloredin

Y/N and Taylor have been married for quite some time, all of Taylor's followers know because she has included them into a lot of her streams and pictures. But lately, Y/N has been having doubts because of a fellow influencer, he is new and Taylor has been helping him grasp the followers.

So Taylor hasn't really been around the house as she has been hanging around with Chad. It was when Y/N had noticed one of his posts, a picture of himself and Taylor sat on the sofa, her head lay in his lap as he kissed her temple. What really pissed them off was some of the comments.

'I thought she was married?'

'Chad and Taylor! Relationship goals!'

Y/N had found themselves messaging her and asking her to come home as soon as possible. Needing to talk to her about everything, what they never realised was that Chad had invited himself along.

"Hey baby." Taylor greeted Y/N as she kissed their cheek.

"I need to talk to you." They told her as they ignored Chad's greeting and re-opened the door. "Goodbye Chad." They stated coldly as Chad looked at Taylor.

"But he just got here." Taylor reasoned.

"I need to talk to my wife. In private." They stated firmly as their eyes burned between the two of them.

"I guess I'll see you tonight." Chad told Taylor who went to answer.

"No you won't." Y/N told him as they slammed the door in his face.

"That was rude." Taylor scoffed as she entered the kitchen.

"No, that was just." Y/N stated as they followed her. "I just want to see my wife and not have to share her with another guy." They told her as she laughed.

"He is just a friend." She told them as they chuckled dryly.

"I can't believe that. Not when I have seen his posts, stories and even some of the comments. Especially the latest photo of the two of you." Y/N got it up on their phone. "It looks kind of coupley to me."

"Y/N, I didn't know he took that." She told him honestly. Her own eyes widening at one of his replies to a comment.

'Unfortunately she still is married, but not for long.'

"I'm so sorry Y/N." She whispered as her own eyes stung with unshed tears. "I didn't mean for it to get this far." She watched as they sighed. "I'll straighten this out. I promise."

They watched as she called Chad to come over, she needed to talk to him as Y/N remained hidden in the kitchen as the two straightened things out.

"I need to take a step back from helping you and your blog." She told him.

"Is this all Y/N? They're trying to come between our friendship." He told her as she shook her head.

"No." She told him. "Our friendship has come between my marriage, Y/N has insecurities and rightfully so." She shown him his last post. "You took this picture without my permission, do you know how this makes me look?"

"I can help make the infidelity accusations go away." He told her.

"I am not bothered about my following, I am more bothered about my marriage falling apart." She told him.

"It's not my fault they have trust issues." He told her before taking her hand. "I would never ask you to give up all of the things they have asked you too."

"They haven't." Taylor snatched her hand away from him, a look of disgust on her face as she could see Y/N ready to come in the room. "I think you should leave Chad." She told him.

"No, they are in your head Tay." He tried as he approached her, his hands about to wrap around her hips.

"She told you to leave." Y/N told him as they noticed Taylor's uncomfortable stance.

"You are trying to keep me and Taylor apart." He groaned as he turned to face Y/N.

"There is no Taylor and you." Y/N told him firmly. "Not anymore."

"Fuck you." He snarled as he stepped towards Y/N who just rolled their eyes at him. "You have ruined what we have."

"You had nothing. Just a friendship as Taylor helped you get your blog off of ground." They told him, Chad only answered back with a punch which was caught by Y/N who only put his arm behind his back and pushed him out of the door. "If I see you anywhere near Taylor again, I will personally see to it that you won't see another sunrise." With that they slammed the door, watching as he got in his car and sped off.

"That was hot." Taylor whispered as she leaned on the doorframe, her bottom lip between her teeth as Y/N.

"Yeah?" Y/N questioned with a raised brow as they approached her, she could only nod as Y/N pushed her up against the doorframe. "You are mine." They told her firmly as they squeezed her hips, she moaned as they kissed her hard, their tongue entering her mouth as they moved their hand to cup her clothed core.

"Mm." Taylor moaned as she bucked her hips against their palm. Soon Y/N's kisses travelled down her neck, slapping her clothed aching core. "Fuck."

"All mine." Y/N growled in her ear as she could only nod, trying to relieve the ache between her legs

"Yours. All yours." Taylor told them breathlessly. Y/N smirked as they soon removed their hand from her and pushing it passed her waistband of her shorts and underwear. She moaned as they ran their fingers through her folds, sighing as they rubbed her clit softly. Relieving some of the ache but not enough.

"You are so pretty like this baby girl." They groaned as they rubbed harder. "Desperate for me to fuck senseless." They inserted a finger, making her moan loudly as they thrust at a steady pace. "Do you deserve to cum?"

"Yes." She screamed as they entered another finger, increasing their pace.

"Beg for it." They snarled as she moaned and panted breathlessly. "Beg for me to allow you to cum."

"Please." She squealed as they entered a third finger, biting and sucking her neck harshly. "Let me cum. Please." She moaned as they curled their fingers, hitting her g spot and sending her wild. "Please let me cum for you." Y/N never let up with their movements, only increasing their speed and going harder and deeper. Taylor couldn't form any words as she moaned in their ear.

"Cum for me." They whispered before biting her lip. She screamed their name as Y/N helped her ride her high. Soon they pulled out their fingers and holding them before her mouth, looking in her eyes. "Open." They ordered, she obeyed and opened her mouth, her tongue swirling around their digits. Her eyes never leaving theirs. "You will not be able to walk after I have finished with you." They gripped her jaw and kissed her roughly, eliciting a loud moan from her before they pulled away and dragged her giggling to their shared bedroom.

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hanrinz · 1 year

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rosie u have the biggest most sexiest brain ever im waiting for best friend rin rn ok

✩ ‧ ₊˚ CAN YOU SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME? — RIN ITOSHI.

content. fluff, 1.1k words, failed attempt at angst, ooc rin !!! not proofread / notes. my dear amora <33 no bc i have so many thoughts about best friend! rin 😮‍💨 how did this get so long T-T

his name on your contacts is literally 'bf rin<3' and it literally stands for best friend, he doesn't know that but let him dream, okay?

kidding it's just 'teal bitch' (i can't think of names tbh), unless...

anyways.

no cause i firmly believe he walks with you to school or rides the bus with u everyday, he'll always be at your home by 6 am and your mom always prepares breakfast always urging him to eat with the two of you. she would always scold you for not waking up early like rin.

always with the comparing.

but, hey at least your mom absolutely supports the both of you if ever did end up together. may or may not have already planned your wedding or anything (maybe even had a bet between the both of your parents) but you didn't hear that from me.

and he would judge you for every guy you have a crush on PLS, you'll be like: "that guy is kinda cute," and he would glance at the guy you were pertaining to, brows furrowing and giving you a side eye,

"tf your taste in men is lukewarm," excuse me?????!!!?? he thinks he looks sm better.

he would always hangout with you on the weekends always down to watch movies with you, horror of course bc what else could he possibly watch.

"hey, wanna watch a movie? i got a new horror one," sending him up a text as you ready your room for your movie date night.

"be there by 10," he would always reply, following up with a question. "chips or ice cream?"

you'll always pick the ice cream anyways, yk he likes it very much and he just buys both of it no matter what.

always with the bickering and you hitting him of some sorts.

"at least I wasn't dumb enough to get back to my ex, twice!"

"at least your brother follows me on my social media account!"

"fuck you??????!!!????" *he was crying*

sae would be so fucking done with rin, he doesn't care anymore. you and his brother hiding feelings for each other is so painful to watch anyway. probably the reason why he left for spain. (omg what is he doing here)

okay so your friends- scratch that everyone in your town practically wondering why the two of you haven't got together yet and like please they are all literally waiting for THAT day. best believe that everyone was so willing to help rin to confess to you. how did everyone know? a little birdie or a demon (shidou provoked him obv) which is more accurate may have possibly babbled it about to a person who's a chitty chatter and soon enough everyone knows.

and you might not notice it whenever you look away from him or when you're distracted, his eyes couldn't help but to look at every inch of your face or admire it. you don't know how he looks at your pictures every night, you don't know that all he needs is you beside him, you don't know how much he wants to just take you in his arms and tell you he can treat you sm better than that lukewarm piece of shit person you call your ex.

and you don't know that he had beaten your ex right on the face 11 months after your break up. he came into your home at 1:43 am with a cut lip and bleeding knuckles, you didn't suspect that it was your ex who had the honor to be met with his fist. you only scolded him, not to get hurt again, to stop losing his temper and picking fights.

he was sitting on the counter of your kitchen, laying his head on your shoulders, you in between his legs, as you caress his hair. and he likes to say something, to say so much more than a promise. and holds off for awhile, snuggling deeper into your neck, feeling his breath that has your skin tickling. your afraid he might hear the pounding of your heart right into your ribcage. taking a deep breath, shakily.

"rin, you need to go home," you whisper.

you were only met with silence, as you felt his hand intertwining with your free one.

"don't make me go," he says right into your ear. "just- just stay.."

and you couldn't really resist him, can you?

"okay. 'm not going anywhere," you stood still, your thumb drawing circles on his hands. "i'll stay... i'll stay, rin" you reassure.

something changed after that night, and you finally noticed all the signs. how rin was more of a different person to you and not just because he was your best friend. but because he had a feeling. now, his eyes would hold more meaning than his words would.

and it scared you.

how much all this time, you were pretty much blind and oblivious. because this was your best friend, the man who you had almost spent your whole life with. and he looks at you like a precious thing he doesn't deserve.

because finally all the love songs have meaning to it now. all the things around him remind him of you. and as much as he tries his best to mask everything he was feeling, it kept slipping down on his face whenever he was with you.

and confessing to you wasn't the perfect scenario he had imagined so many times, it was awful, he thinks. the rain was pouring hard and loud on the pavement. you were on the road, the same road you would always walk on the way home. all wet and soaked from the rain, you still look pretty. you were pretty.

"i like you," he said, it was almost like a whisper from all the noises. he's pretty sure you didn't hear him, but the way you were walking towards him with a smile adorning your beautiful face, he can't help to think.

did you hear it? is this really happening? he finally did it.

and it didn't occur to him immediately how your lips were pressing against his, all under the rain your hands caressing the side of his face. and he didn't waste anymore time, kissing you back with the same intensity. he can feel you grinning against his lips.

you pulled away, arms wrapping round his neck, "i like you too, rin itoshi," you said with elation, eyes brimming with tears.

"i like you a whole lot," you repeated.

he could only take your lips once again as if he would die if he wouldn't. fuck, he thinks he needs to hear you say it, again and again.

and just like that the mask he's been wearing all this time was gone.

"what took you so long, idiot?"

◞♡ something took over me while writing this, it's monday again i hope everyone has a great week ahead!

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jeridandridge · 9 months

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“You don’t remember anything, do you?” “No…? What are you talking about?” “Nothing. Nothing.”

Would you mind a melissa x reader? But like fluffy if you're feeling it? Or angst to fluff? Lol

Drunk Confessions

“Girl just do it. It’s better than sittin around here moping all the time.”

You groan bringing your head down to rest on the cool kitchen table. Being drunk didn’t happen too often for you, but when it did you always made sure you had friends around. Tonight, Ava was the one that brought over drinks and junk food to drown your sorrows in.

Melissa accepted a date with Gary the vending machine guy the day before and you weren’t handling it well at all. Having a crush, no, being in love with the woman but too afraid to say anything was the best yet excruciating experience of your life.

“You’re right. You’re right!” You lift your head hitting the table with your hand. “Where’s my-phone?” You ask through a hiccup.

Ava rolls her eyes pointing to the device right in front of you.

“Oh.” You giggle picking it up.

“This is gonna be messy,” Ava smiles sitting back with her frosted glass.

Blinking a couple times at the bright screen you tap away until you find Melissa’s contact, a silly picture of you two from the zoo field trip as her icon. Bringing the phone to your ear it rings and rings, eventually giving you a beep for the voicemail.

“Hey,Mel. It’s late I didn’t realize it.” You giggle. “I was sitting here drinking- I mean thinking and I wanted to say I’m happy for you. If you’re happy with vending machine guy that’s great and I’ll swallow my feelings for you. It’s gonna suck, but I’ll do it just because it’s you and I love you. I’m in love with you,” You sigh, “But if he ever hurts you, well I got a guy too. I’m word vomiting now. If this is weird we can pretend it never happened. Bye.”

You set the phone down bringing a hand over to cover your mouth. “I can’t believe i did that!” You laugh.

Ava looks at you shocked, mouth gaping. “Girl you did that.”

“I did that!” You laugh. Feeling giddy and excited, hours later you forget what you’ve done. After Ava gets an Uber home you clean up as best you can while drunk, passing out on the couch with a bag of pretzels.

The sound of banging on your apartment door shocks you awake, the sound making the throbbing in your head worse. “I’m coming I’m coming.” You groan grabbing your sunglasses on the way to the door. It was just too bright. Unlocking the heavy door you look up to see Melissa, completely confused.

“Hey, Mel. What’s up?”

“Don’t ‘Hey Mel’ me, y/n. What the hell is this?!” She barrels in holding her phone out.

“What’s going on?” You ask closing the door, confused until you see her screen. wanting to melt away into the air when you see the voicemail you drop your head slowly remembering what you did. “Shit.”

“You can’t tell me you’re in love with me just because you’re jealous or have some crush!” She tells you, moving her hands around like she always does.

“Mel, I was drunk. This doesn’t need to be a thing.” Shaking your head.

“That’s what you said in the message!” She lets out hitting play.

When you hear your own voice you cringe, it could be a lot worse, but it was still bad. Taking your sunglasses off you toss them on the kitchen counter bringing your fingers to the bridge of your nose, trying to process the message you’re hearing.

Melissa reaches out tipping your chin up to meet her eyes. When you do you could cry right there. She was so beautiful.

“You could at least look at me after admitting something like that in a voicemail of all things.” Her voice was so soft, a voice not many people got to hear from her especially at work.

“I’m sorry, Mel. Really I am.”

The redhead looks at you biting her lip, her hand gently moving to your cheek. “Ya know I wouldn’t have said yes to Gary if I knew you felt the same way.”

“Wait,” you shake your head, “felt the same way? Meaning you like me back?” You try to work it out taking the new information in.

Melissa smiles at you, a real, bright smile as she strokes your cheek. “Yeah dummy, I thought it was obvious.”

“No!” You laugh reaching out to pull her flush against you. “I thought all my pining was a lost cause after Gary asked you out.”

Giving you a soft smile Melissa wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair.

“He’s not you, hon.”

Looking into her eyes you see nothing but pure love and happiness.

“I’d kiss you but I really need to brush my teeth.”

Melissa laughs gently pulling away playfully swatting your butt.

“Go on, I’ll make you breakfast.”

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Fight

simon ghost riley x reader

synopsis: simon finds out that Makarov was back, and he had information on them all, putting all of their loved ones in danger. He had to go back, despite the big wedding in a few months. Now he had to break it to his fiance.

warnings: cursing, angst, fighting, yelling, crying

Takes place hours before ' Nightmares'

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“Can I talk to you for a second?” Simon asks as she walks into the house holding their coffees.

“Sure” she says as she walks into the kitchen where he stood. She sits at the barstool and hands him his coffee. “Whats going on, you sound upset”

“I have to leave” he admits, watching as her happiness disappears, being replaced with a hurt expression.

“What?” she asks

“There’s a mission, Price needs me to come back”

“Can’t you say no?” she asks, he scoffs and shakes his head.

“Not exactly”

“Laswell has no other options?”

“Because there is nobody else who can get this job done the way that we can” he responds, instantly getting frustrated at her reaction.

“But you said you didn’t have to go back until after the wedding”

“Can’t control the bad guys love” he says sarcastically

“Thats bullshit”

“Why is that?” he asks crossing his arms

“We’re getting married in 4 months, Simon! I need you here, I can’t do this all by myself”

“I wouldn’t be going if it wasn’t necessary”

“Jesus christ” she responds shaking her head

“What do you expect me to do about this huh? You think I should sit back and let the most dangerous man in the world roam free to do whatever he pleases? All of that blood would be on my hands, that ain’t somethin’ I’m okay with” he responds, raising his voice. He couldn’t understand why she was refusing to see the bigger picture.

“No I obviously don’t think you should sit back! I know how important you are, and I know that you’re the only ones who could take this guy down” she says, throwing her hands up in the air.

“So what’s the issue then eh?”

“The issue is that once again I have to watch you walk out of that door, and I fear that it’ll be the last time I ever see you. The fucking issue is that we can’t even have a few months of peace before you get pulled back in!”

“You knew what you were gettin’ into bein’ with me”

“You also told me that you wanted to retire, you wanted to be done with this life”

“You’re taking my words too literally love, I didn’t mean I was gonna retire right this second” he snaps

“Why say it then? Why get my hopes up, because I was under the impression that this was something you had really been considering, now you’re talking to me like I’m the fucking crazy one for wanting you to be here to plan our wedding!”

“You’re right I should’ve kept that to myself” he nods “didn’t think this would be a fight, there ain’t shit I can do about it. I go when I’m needed end of story”

“And what about me? What if you miss our wedding?”

“I can’t give you a timeline on how long it takes to bring down a terrorist, could be a week, could be months. It ain’t up to me”

“Jesus” she says running her hands through her hair angrily as tears fill her eyes and her lips tremble. “No don’t worry about me Simon, I’ll just be here at home, wondering if you’re alive or not. I’ll be here waiting for you to come home. What you’re not understanding is that I won’t be there on base to patch you up. I won’t see you everyday, it was hard enough back then, but now? You took me off the team! You had Laswell send me home! Now I’m stuck here while I‘m fucking terrified that I’ll lose you before you’re even fully mine!”

“You know why I did that! I had no choice!”

“But you did have a choice and you chose wrong!”

“I did it to protect you! you were a hostage! I almost lost you, I can’t risk that happening ever again. Do you have any how fucking scared I am to lose you? You are everything to me! I chose you always. Don’t tell me that I don’t fucking understand. I see it all perfectly clear! I don’t wanna hear anything else about something I have no control over!” he roars, his chest rising and falling as he stares at her in anger.

“I’m allowed to be upset Simon, thats not a crime” she says wiping her tears as she leaves the kitchen and runs up the steps, leaving her coffee untouched and cold.

Simon curses and runs his hand through his hair in anger. He knew he should’ve handled that better. He wasn’t even truly upset with her. What he would never tell her is the reason he’d accepted the job was due to the fact that the man they were going after, Vladimir Makarov had information. Simon refused the offer at first, for the same reason she’d been upset, their wedding. However Price showed him the intel they picked up. Makarov had names, he knew Simon and he knew her. He knew instantly what he would have to do, Price helped him with the plan. After he left for the mission, he would have to fake his death, in order to keep attention off of his lover. He would break her heart in order to save her. He knew that she’d never be safe as long as he was still ‘alive’. She’d be used against him and he would never risk that. Price expressed how delicate this mission was, they weren’t sure who to trust as there had been so much corruption. This will be for the better.

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technologyculturedneo · 9 months

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It Burns | Lee Mark

"I bet you if the roles were reversed, if I went out there and fucked another woman while you were here with our child- you wouldn't even spare a moment to listen."

Pairing. Boyfriend!Lee Mark X Girlfriend!Reader

Genre. Angst. Established couple. Break up. Lovers to ex's.

Synopsis. With your half naked pictures circulating around social media, Mark waits for you to get home to have a talk.

Warning. Minor cusses. Low-key smut. Breakup. Your heart might get broken.

Playlist. Nct Dream My first love. Literally First burn Hamilton.

Part 2: It burns: The second time around

"So dad, you finally noticed," Mark's low chortle is a result of his 9 year old son, standing next to him reaching the height of his shoulder. Looking up into his dad's eyes, with sleezy cocky eyes he speaks. "You're getting old dad,"

Mark shuts his phone, chugging it into his pocket while looking for some stashed biscuits in one of the kitchen cabinets. "What? You think I'd feel intimidated by a shorter version of me?" His sister sent him a message, but it'd have to wait- especially since his son is feeling like a gigachad and is ready for his late night dessert.

"I'm a better version. Built differently from the ground up,"

"Boy please, you know you're built from the DNA of your mother and I," Mark plays along and moves to the next cabinet with his son still following. "Speaking of which, it's about time your mother gets back, don't you think?"

"Look at you avoiding the topic," his son smirks once before turning serious and looking smug. "Face it old man, soon I'll take over,"

"I'm not going anywhere," Mark, with another low chuckle, finally finds the stash in a medium sized basket. In a mocking tone Mark says, "Now mummy said, you'll get one, but I'mma be cool and give you 5 since you've grown a little,"

"A little?" His son pulls of a smolder causing Mark to stare at him in amusement and confusion. His son is a comedian. Mark tries to be serious... but his face exposes him as someone seconds away from bursting out in a laugh. "How does that make you feel dad?

Mark leans on the counter platform while his son tries to be cool and eats from the packet of his chocolate biscuits still dipping it in his milk like a child. Mark tries (evidently) hard to wipe the smile of his face and be serious, but he can't help when his shoulders shudder and he laughs.

"I'm a successor. Isn't that why you and mum made me?"

"Ethan, you're 9 and I'm 24. I'm a classic. Buddy you're just a remake no one asked for. A lazy cash grabber if I may add," Mark jokes maintaining his composure when Ethan, his 9 year old son does a 'pfft' in disbelief.

"You only exist to mow my lawn for free," Mark gets Ethan in a headlock ruffling his hair.

"What do you think I am? Child labor?" Ethan peeks at his dad with such smooth eyes- almost trying to charm him.

Mark ends up just looking at his son with a smile, not minding the almost so called intimidating persona. "It's called an allowance son, it's for you to know your place in the house,"

"My place?" Ethan scoffs getting back his smirk. In that moment Mark thinks to himself how he should cut down Haechan and Ethan's meeting time. Slowly but surely Mark can see Haechan in his son, and that's not something he'd be too thrilled about. It'd be fun, but Mark wouldn't be able to take his own son seriously- just like Haechan. "My place will soon be the man of the house,"

That's Mark's cue to laugh out loud standing up straight and smacking the back of Ethan's head. "Should I remind you who's in charge?"

"Dad you think those old tricks would still work on me?" Ethan stands in front of his dad with a proud and arrogant smirk. He's probably enjoying this as much as his dad. After all Ethan enjoyed fooling around with his dad- more than you, his mum. "I've outgrown you father. I'm sleeping on my own tonight. No need to tuck me. Be sure to tell mum I closed the light." And with that Ethan winks with a clicking sound leaving his lips. "I guess I should be the one telling you then, it's passed your bed time daddy."

Mark stands in amusement, astonishment and shock. He can only chuckle to himself once Ethan is gone. "Did he just call me daddy?" Staying alone in the kitchen, Mark reminisces on the conversation he had with his son and can't help but faintly chuckle every time. His son always seemed to amaze him every time. And tonight, he would definitely fill you in on Ethan's humor. "He thinks he has rizz,"

When he mentioned he had a day off today- he was expecting a netflix and chill with you (as he rarely saw you because of his tight work schedule) yet you were quick to exclude him from your plans with the girls and needed him to watch over Ethan. He didn't mind, he was relaxed about it too.

He takes a seat after drinking some water and checks the time.

You should've gotten home by now. But for some reason it's past 10pm and you're not in the house. Mark sighs and shrugs his shoulders deciding to wait for you in the living room.

But when time went by and he fetched Ethan like he normally did on all days, he thought you'd be home since Ethan finished school around 4pm. You were always home around 4-5pm. So naturally the house was always vibrant whenever he came home, but this time when he came home and the house was the same as he left it- he was a little downcasted but shrugged it off and made food with his son.

Well from there on, it became a regular father and son afternoon. Which again, Mark didn't mind.

Despite his hectic schedule, Mark always tried and never failed to make time for both his girlfriend and son. And this time Ethan got a whole lot of time with his dad.

Everyone was happy.

Mark checked in on you a couple of times, to which you responded with how you were alive. Mark smiled it off adding how he wanted you to have fun.

Honestly, Mark partially felt guilty most of the times when it came to you.

At the time, he was only 16 and you were 15. What the hell could the two of you possibly know about sex? It was an experiment you both tried. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Nothing wrong there. The problem is, it only takes one time for a seed to be planted. Neither of you had condoms, and were both sure that you weren't going to be pregnant.

That's until, the bump started to form.

Although it wasn't Mark's body, he was anxious. You kept brushing it off saying that it's because you loved eating like the food hungry pig you were.

But when days and months passed, and your friends jokes began to simmer down, and his friends would start making jokes of you actually being a mum, and your parents began worrying- it was bound for you to start taking things seriously.

There's no way you were pregnant. Mark was positive of that fact, mainly because he was religious and kept believing that it was a mistake and that God wouldn't let that happen.

You secretly went to the store with him to buy a pregnancy test. The cashier was surprised seeing you and him but you both joked it off that it was for your mum. So being safe at your house, you peed on the purple stick and both you and Mark relaxed and waited for the results. Nothing could prepare you both for the results of the test.

Mark claimed that it had to be fake and that you needed to go to the hospital. He went with you, hand in hand like the loving boyfriend he was and made sure to be more calm while you were freaking out and afraid of the results and most worryingly- your parents reactions.

There was nothing you both could do when the results came out. Your lips kept trembling. You wanted to cry- and you did cry.

You were pregnant.

Mark impregnated you.

The girl who got pregnant at 15.

Despite him always being the sweetest of boyfriends you could ever have asked for- you hated him. And you made sure to let him know how he ruined your life. Every word you said, every action that came after was a result of the shock you had after receiving the results. But your words were still in Mark's head. Permanently. And to this day Mark felt partially at fault that you never had a normal teenage life.

Despite your confidence, once you found out you were pregnant you were crushed at the rumors spreading about you. They always say that the only voice that's loud is your thoughts, but actually it can also be a bunch of strangers that you don't know. Everyone talked about you.

The girl who dropped out of school.

The disappointment child who threw her future away.

The dumb girl who forgot to use rubber.

You were slammed with comments virtually, physically and even inwardly.

Your parents, despite the shame you brought them, stuck to your side. Even though the comments of them being unfit and unworthy ran around their own respective families...they never let you go or talked down on you. And you were thankful for that.

Mark on the other hand; He didn't get worse of a treatment as you (it's what you like to believe). In fact no one even knew him to be the one who impregnated you. Except your friends and his friends, no one said a word to him. However, his parents weren't so supportive. They reprimanded him. And you know just how much Mark's parents mean to him, so for them to cast him out into the streets broke your heart. And bit by bit, you became calm and stopped telling him that you hated him and that it was all his fault.

Your parents took him in, and you both dropped out of school.

Without qualification, he managed to find work and has been working ever since. Despite Mark and his parents relationship being broken, his father was generous enough to continuously tell people that he had a son who was looking for work. Despite his father not seeing him- some of the best opportunities that came Mark's way were a product of his father's.

And with that, Mark made sure to never disappoint but rise to the table and make ends meet. For his girlfriend, his girlfriends parents, his parents, and of course the unborn child which they both chose to keep.

Mark was financially smart, so investments into right businesses, and profits in right settlements all came together and he was finally able to take care of his girlfriend and 2 year old child without being a hindrance to your family.

They never said it to his face, but he knew they accepted him into their house because you talked them into it.

But through it all, Mark never had a hard heart. He was remorseful and kept trying to make it up to you, your family and his family (who were slightly on communication terms...occassionally they wanted to meet their 'grandson' and Mark and you.)

It was awkward going from a solidly good relationship with his parents the moment you started dating, to being in whatever zone is going on between them and you. They don't hate you, but they're not saying much to you or Mark. They visit Ethan once a year and aren't that big into his life, our yours or even Mark. You don't know exactly how to feel.

But Mark doesn't wear it over his head, or shoulders...he's always....okay.

Which is why at 3am, driving back in an uber to your house (where you believe your husband could be sleeping) you try not to get too worked up and panicked when noting that all your drunk/texts (screenshots) and hinged pictures of you with your... You choke up on your tears and fan yourself for the tears to go away.

You told Mark you had to spend time with the girls- but really you had to resolve matters before it got out of hand. You've failed to resolve the matter, you've failed to keep it all at bay with Jaemin (a man who's not your boyfriend), you've failed in keeping Jaemin just as a secret. And now the whole of the internet has an idea that you were sleeping with somebody else's boyfriend, while you had your own. Shivering, still with tears in your eyes you look at your phone and try not to cry.

You breathe in and out calming yourself down, trying not to dsiplay emotions on your face. "Mark isn't gonna kill you. He won't get mad. You're okay, okay? Don't cry," You repeat over and over earning cryptic looks from the uber driver. But you could care less about that. Right now your mind is on the floating pictures all around social media with your best friend (the same person who released the pictures) Ryujin's caption:

Since you like meddling in people's relationships so much- why not spill a couple of your secrets too </3 Bitch who slept with my man.

Actually it's by grace, chance, luck that you and Mark stayed together. After finding out you were pregnant, some weeks passed and you both came clean to your parents. Mark was always there despite your anger, but lowkey even if you never said it out loud you were happy to always have him even in your roughest of moments. And right now, you hope that he can be understanding.

You don't want to hurt him. You don't want to break his trust. You don't even know why you kept meeting up with Jaemin when everything was just so perfect with Mark.

Paying the driver, getting out the car and stepping onto the porch of the new house Mark bought a week ago, you sigh out when seeing all the lights closed.

Walking up the drive way and using your key to open the doors, you pray in your head that Mark is sleeping.

Locking the doors, you make your way, tip toeing through the hallway to the living room and passed the kitchen... where Mark is seated while gripping tightly onto his phone and covering his mouth tightly.

"Mark..."

"Wait, I'm getting to the best part," Mark holds his finger up with a disheartened smile on his face and a dry forced laugh leaving his lips. "He said, can you come over and then you said, my boyfriend's out, why don't you come over. And he responds with a giggling emoji saying what about your son, and you..." Mark huffs and bites on his lip shutting his eyes tightly.

When he opens them again, his clear eyes coat with glossiness. But he let's out another laugh. It sounds painful, heartbreaking and sad. You can only gulp your own lump.

"You said," Mark laughs lightly continuing to read on his phone. "You said his dad and him both went for a sleep over at his parents house. Come over... I'm... I'm lonely. I need you in me." Mark's face scrunches up in bitterness but a forged and forced smile stiffly remains. "He sent emojis, dirty ones. He sent a pic. You sent a pic. And then. You ask him to send the...pictures he took of you."

Mark can't help it, when the smile refuses to remain on his face and he simply bites on his quivering lip covering his eyes.

This time when his voice comes out, it's barely above a whisper, but you can still hear. Even worse because you can hear the pain laced in each and every deep rooted word he says. "Pictures in our room. On our bed. I bought this house last week, and you already invited him in? For how long?" He can't even speak anymore as the words choke up on his throat. "You said I was crazy,"

"Mark please," You quietly step into the kitchen with prayer hands while shaking your head and the tears making your vision blurry.

"You said I was crazy for even thinking it- but I saw the way you looked at him, the way you looked at my sister's lover." Mark breathes out again, a broken chuckle leaving his lips.

The guilt can't grow any higher then it is. You and Mark's adopted sister were always close since school- and when she introduced you to Mark you grew into an even stronger and tighter bond with her. So it doesn't make sense how you not only broke Mark's heart, but you broke Ryujin's trust as well.

"You didn't even have the fucking guts to tell me yourself? I'm guessing you broke it off tonight because you got caught in HD 4K - and you think you can talk your way into my arms right?"

His breathless laugh spreads in the quiet kitchen as he looks up with his eyes as glossy as ever. A vein poking on his forehead.

"You think you can talk your way into my arms because I'm such a nice guy right?" Mark sniffs and uses his back arm to wipe his eyes. "I need to get out of here-"

"Mark please don't go-" The tears slip quietly from your eyes while you hold onto him- your arms circling around his waist. "Please, I promise it's over. I didn't mean it baby, I love-"

"I can't even ask you if it's true, because it's everywhere." He smiles tightly breaking free from your hug and moving back to the counter. "But I'm still gonna ask you this, when were you gonna tell me?"

You try to move forward again yet he slams his fist against the counter. "Just fucking answer the question- don't touch me. Just answer it. When were you gonna tell me?"

"I promise Mark, I was gonna tell you," You pucker your trembling lips, your face breaking into an ugly cry just as you see his own tears coating his eyes again.

His eyes are on yours just for a second before he shakes his head and looks away. He sniffs and buries his face deep in his hands. "You wanna know what's worse?" He cries, but it morbidly turns into a laugh. He panes his gaze towards you, with the most broken look you've ever seen from Him. "These messages..." He covers his face before looking at you, his glossy eyes staring into your own guilty soul. "They date back to 4 years ago. You've been..." His eyes shut as the words fall out inaudibly. "Ryujin is my sister, your best friend. And you slept with him. I don't even know why I'm even believing and trusting in you when the pictures of your nudes are everywhere on my feed-"

"Mark," You words choke up as you take a step... stopping a few inches from him.

"Can you at least answer me why you did it?"

You shake your head taking another hesitant step- but immediately retreat when he sharply spins and punches the top drawers and cabinets. "Mark stop- please stop! Ethan is sleeping lets not wake him up-"

"Ethan?" Mark has to calm himself down, as he feels his emotions suffocating him. "You're going to think of Ethan now after you've just slept with another man? Fucked him for 4 fucking years behind my back and didn't have the slightest bit of remorse or even shame when sending your body- letting him take pictures of you bare and fucking you in my bed where I sleep with you, in our house-"

"I never meant for it-"

"Don't touch me, I can't-" He cuts himself off leaning over the counter only showing his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," His curses so low. "We've been together for 9 years Y/n," His face scrunches and he bites on his lip. "And you chose to do this now? What happened? Speak to me. I need to hear your voice, please tell me that I really I am going crazy- that it's a fucking prank- because my stupid mind, body and soul refuses to believe that you cheated on me,"

He turns around and you move forward hugging him even as he pushes you off- you still attach your arms around him before trying to hold onto his hands. You try to pipe up trying to fight back on your own blurry eyes. "Mark I broke it off please don't-"

"Broke it off? Are you sure? Because the pictures of tonight, and the- the texts of your slutty conversation- the graphical back and forth nudes you've been sending- all those pictures are on the internet- everywhere- and you're telling me you broke it off? You're dressed like that and are smiling in every picture with him and you're telling me you broke it off?"

His eyes are in shock, there's sadness in his eyes. Mark who never cries looks like he's at his last straw before the tears would start rushing down. It doesn't even help that seeing you right now only takes you back to the images of tonight and how you looked like you were enjoying the feels of the man's hands being all over your body all those times.

When you left this morning, your attire of an open back- black long fitting dress with a dangerously high slit- didn't bother him. However now, after the pictures he saw of that same dress in a restaurant whereby you were smiling and confidently chatting with another man- that same dress that the man couldn't keep his hands off your legs- made his body quake with anger.

You cry and beg. "Mark please understand, it's over please just forget it. I'm sorry-"

"Online they're saying I'm insecure just because I've got a fine fucking woman, who's enjoying her life while the dad is at home with the child," Mark's lips rattle as he shakes his head in disbelief. "I bet you if the roles were reversed, if I went out there and fucked another woman while you were here with our child- you wouldn't even spare a moment to listen- you'd tell me everything that I've done wrong- you'd never forget, but now because it's you- I should be understanding? Okay? I should be... Cool with it all- that my fucking girlfriend is now accessible to anybody's viewing if they just type in your name right? I'm supposed to not make a fuss because I'm suddenly insecure that my girlfriend can go out, bag some guys, drink and party like she has no family."

You can't hold your tears anymore as they pour out your eyes, your tone in shreds as you stummer out. "Mark I love you so much, I would never-"

His eyes in sharp disbelief peer into your own remorseful eyes. "Don't even lie to me, I'm not fucking naïve!" It's starts with him thrusting his arm far back and throwing his phone against the wall breaking it into millions of pieces just like his heart- before his emotions run wild and he hits on the cabinets. "You don't fucking love me! You don't!" When he picks up the stool and thrashes it against the drawers breaking it- you step back in tears knowing that he's at his peak of anger.

"If you loved me you wouldn't have gone out there!" His voice broken with tears, broken with anger. He hammers the toaster on the floor. Knocks over the trays holding the glasses. "Behind my back! You fucking bitch! Do you even know how much we've suffered to be together!? My house! On my bed! With another man! You don't love me! How could you even! You fucking bitch do you even know how much I love you!?"

Pounds on the cabinets, still yelling his heart out making you cry as you back up. "Mark I'm sorry-"

Thuds, punches, slams against the counter, the glass cabinets. "Does any of this even matter to you?!"

"Mark Ethan-"

"4 years! Fucking 4 years Y/n!? Even you! You let him touch you for 4 years! You let him take my place for 4 years! FUCK!" Mark can't even hear- and when he breaks the glasses in one angry whip he furiously turns to you. "My parents made me chose between you and them and I fucking chose you- they didn't kick me out- I walked out of them because of you. And this is what you do? Y/n not even tw-two years? 4 years!?"

Mark grunts loudly and runs his hand over his head while looking at you. "You told the whole world how you brought a man into our bed?" The tears of anger sprawl out all over his face before he corners you against the wall. "How will you even explain to Ethan the pain you put me through? The embarrassment you put our family through? The shame- we were your legacy! We are your legacy! We fucking became family and then you-! You are my love! 4 years!"

Mark can't control himself anymore. Not wanting to hurt her as she's crying- he balls his fists and storms out the house.

Ethan, worried, anxious, shocked, sad and scared, crouches on the bottom stairs looking as his dad slams the door shut after he leaves. Too afraid to enter the kitchen with his wailing mother, he goes up the stairs quietly, gets under his covers and tries to sleep.

22 Hours after...

Your leg is shivering and bouncing up and down as you stare at your phone. Your tears still stinging your eyes. You messed up. You admit that you've messed up. That you possibly destroyed one for the best relationships you could ever ask for. You cried non stop the whole night in the kitchen, you couldn't even be quiet about it. The kitchen was in shreds with glass and broken objects everywhere. You couldn't even blame Mark for getting angry the way he did.

You felt so guilty and his reaction only made you feel even more guilty. You tried calling him, but remembered how he broke his phone. You tried calling Haechan and begged him to help you- he was just as pissed off at you the way Mark and his friends (Chenle and Jeno) were. But you still begged.

When morning came, you tried to compose yourself as you helped out a quiet Ethan get ready for school. You walked with him to school and came back home with the idea to start cleaning. You ignored all of Jaemin's calls and even blocked his number. You were also afraid to answer any of your other friends who would obviously call you out on your stupid behavior. You just cleaned with your head clouded and jumbled with thoughts.

It's not when Ethan came home by himself did you find yourself in the living room, your leg bouncing as you stared at your phone. Ethan wanted to talk with his dad. And you just told him to change out of his school uniform and that by the time he came down, he'd talk to his dad.

But up till now, looking at the message that was sent to Haechan, you hold in your lips together as you sniff. You know he's found Mark. If he hadn't he would've called you. But since he's not calling, you know Mark's safe.

But none the less after you sent the message that you wanted to speak to Mark, you knew that that kind of approach wouldn't work.

So you type out:

Ethan quietly comes up next to you with a saddened face and his hands together. You don't even know what to say except having your tears coat your eyes. Mark was right. How would you even begin to explain to him? And judging with how everything went down, you know that he most likely heard Mark's burst of anger and all the words that came out of him.

Please Haechan, Ethan wants to talk to his dad

Please, just this once help me out.

Before you can even open your mouth, your phone rings and you instantly pick it up. Your eyes double take on the contact and you gulp.

Mark's mother.

You compose yourself and lick your dry lips as you try not to cry. When you place the phone to your ear, you expect to hear his mother but... "Ethan?" Mark's voice.

You place the phone on speaker and turn to Ethan, signaling him that it's okay to talk. And he does, but his words are so heart quenching that you have to look away. "Dad," He chokes up on his tears and sniffs. "It hurts, badly."

"What hurts so bad my son?"

"My heart," He whimpers out. "I know I said my place is to be the man of the house, but I can't do it dad. I can't be the man dad,"

Mark over the phone can be heard breathing in and you can tell he's shaking his head in sadness. He tries to sound upbeat, but the words themselves aren't linking to how he wants to sound. "No buddy, don't apologize to me. It's me who was at fault, I'm sorry bud, I'm so sorry," Mark's voice is fragile, and you can hear how heavy they are. "Daddy didn't mean to lose his temper and break everything."

Ethan sniffs again and he hiccups. "Are you and mum gonna get a divorce? My friends said that when his parents broke up he started living with his mum, but dad I don't want you to leave. I don't want to be the man of the house, dad please don't leave mum, dad please come back, dad-"

"Darling put your mother on the phone." The stern yet smooth voice belonging to Mark's mother catches you off guard.

"Yes ma'am?" You answer timidly trying to hold onto Ethan as he runs away from you hiding his tears.

"I've got 3 questions to ask you. Do you want to be with my son?" She asks off the bat.

"Yes ma'am." Your spine becomes straight as if she's right in front of you. "I love-"

"Are you willing to give Ethan up if per say you and my son had to breakup?"

"Ma'am please-"

"Are you willing to give Ethan up?" She asks more precisely. "Yes or no?"

"No, I can't-"

"What are you last words to my son?"

Your heart falls. The color fades from your face as though all the life you once had has been sucked out. "Ma'am please don't do this, I love him-"

"4 years is a long time and frankly, you put my son through a lot with your behavior and attitude. So it's either you say your last words, or I cut the call." Stiff and solidly cold is her tone to you as you cry. "You are not fit to be his anymore. You don't deserve my son-"

You hiccup, your eyes swelling up from how much you've cried. "Can I talk to him? Can I please just talk to him-"

"No."

Even before the call to cut, you can feel it in your soul. You can feel just how it painful, how it hurts and you can feel how your whole being burns.

-fin

Part 2: It burns: The second time around

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Wait, What? 2

Bucky x pregnant reader, Avengers x reader (platonic)

A/N: A little back story for you and Bucky + the birth of baby Barnes! Did I throw away all my wips to write a quick part two of this? Yes, yes I did. Did anyone ask for this? Nah. Thank you to @slutforsexyseabass for the original concept and @xcaptain-winterx for sparking this idea for me, I live for this au.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, swearing, pregnancy

Word count: 3.1k

Part 3?

You woke up, feeling like you were by a furnace, your husband’s thick arm slung around your growing tummy. Bucky stirred in his sleep, pulling you closer to him as best as he could in the small hospital bed. You smiled, kissing his forehead softly before gently wiggling out of his hold, not wanting to wake him. The team sat around the waiting room, grinning as you took a seat beside them. Steve handed you a steaming mug of your favourite chamomile tea which you always drank each night when you lived at the compound.

“You guys waited here?” You hummed at the way the tea relaxed your nerves; you had been on edge ever since Bucky had been taken to the hospital.

“Obviously,” Nat sassed, pulling your hand to inspect the ring that sat on your finger, “He definitely has taste” she grinned, admiring the simple gold band with a round cut diamond and two smaller diamonds on either side.

“I mean we can see that, given his taste in women,” Tony smirked, still trying to wrap his head around how you had not only dated Bucky for 4 years but been married to him for 2. “Also, you still have to explain so much, how did this even start, Mrs. Barnes”

“Yup, I’m curious too” Steve smiled, shaking his head thinking about every time Bucky took a detour during their jogs, assuming he just needed alone time, clearly not.

You giggled, “I’m really sorry you guys had to find out this way, we wanted to tell you closer to the due date. It’s been killing him, having to hide everything from all you”

“Don’t sweat it, now spill”

4 years ago

2:50 am

You groaned in your bed, tossing and turning for a good four hours before accepting sleep would never come. Now you were just bored waiting for the hours to pass by. You scrolled through you phone landing on a muffin recipe; you weren’t accomplishing anything in bed right now anyway. You made your way down to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes as they landed on a beefy broody figure sitting at the kitchen counter. His long hair covered his face as he sipped on some coffee, his body tensing as you entered the kitchen.

You knew Bucky was having a hard time adjusting, usually locked away in his room, only leaving if he was by Steve’s side. You decided not to say anything, letting him drink his coffee while you pulled out the ingredients you needed for the muffins. Bucky watched you curiously, relaxing a little when you didn’t try to talk to him. You were in your own little world, flitting around the kitchen, measuring and mixing, placing liners in the muffin pan before pouring the batter in. You sat at the counter across from him, scrolling on your phone waiting for the oven timer to go off.

Bucky wasn’t one to look at women, he wasn’t Bucky from the 40’s anymore. Still, he couldn’t help sneaking a few glances as you sat across from him, your messy bed head, your over sized t-shirt with a faded picture of Minnie mouse, your tired eyes, the way your nose scrunched when you giggled at whatever your were watching. He appreciated that you hadn’t tried to bother him, giving him his space; he hadn’t felt this comfortable with anyone else other than Steve.

You got up from the stool as the oven dinged, grabbing the hot muffins and placing them on a cooling rack. You wordlessly pushed one in front of Bucky, setting the rest away in a container for the team in the morning before heading back to your room. It was the best fucking thing he ever ate.

It started becoming a regular occurrence; you’d bake while Bucky sat and drank his coffee or read a book. You had your first conversation after he mumbled a quiet thank you, trying his best not to moan, biting into the chocolate chip muffin. “I- uh, these are so good” You froze, surprised he continued talking, hiding your shock with a soft smile. “So so good”

“Thank you James” You giggled as he inhaled the muffin in less than 2 bites. “Call me Bucky”

Over the next few months, your night time conversations became something you continued in each other’s arms at when everyone else was asleep. Bucky would sneak in and out of your room, whispering sweet nothings, falling asleep peacefully, relishing in the warmth of your bare skin wrapped against his. You noticed a change in him after your first night together as he stroked your hair, his mind tormented as he stared at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I love you doll” Bucky looked at you with glassy eyes, his heart racing as he rolled on top of you letting his body weight rest on you. “I love you so much”

You kissed his forehead, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks as his lip trembled. “I love you too Bucky, so so much, what’s wrong baby”

Bucky let out a shaky breath, resting his forehead on yours. Falling in love with you was not something he anticipated, and being with you meant people after him would now target you as well.

“I- fuck- we can’t be together doll, I won’t live with myself if something happens to you because of me”

You sat up shaking your head, holding his face firmly in your hands making him look at you. “I don’t care, I love you”

“Baby, its too danger-

“No. Do you love me?”

“More than anything y/n, you’re my everything babydoll”

“And you’re mine. I love you James”

You’d both decided to keep the relationship a secret, only interacting with each other on missions when necessary. He knew he wanted to marry you right then and there.

2 years later in Louisiana

You both walked hand in hand by the lake, giggling over the latest excuse Bucky had given Sam and Steve to sneak away so he could be with you instead. It wasn’t really difficult, he gave them a grumpy stare until they left, giggling like a school boy afterwards when he texted you to meet him by the pier. You watched the sunset, as your arms wrapped around his waist, your head resting on his chest. His heart beat was erratic but he gazed at you with calm blue eyes.

“Y/n”

“mm?”

He closed his eyes resting his forehead on yours, taking a deep breath before taking your hand in his, getting down on one knee.

“Um, I- I’m not great with words but you make my heart complete y/n. You’ve been my light, my absolute everything, I never felt like I belonged here, in this time or deserved this kind of love but you changed all of th-that,” Bucky’s voice cracked as you choked out a sob, clinging onto his hand. He chuckled, struggling to hold back tears himself.

“Baby, if you cry, I’ll start crying,” Bucky sniffled as you whimpered, nodding for him to continue. “I love you so much, y/n”

“Even when I first wake up?”

Bucky chuckled nodding his head, “Especially when you first wake up with your messy bed head” “Even if I steal all your sweaters?”

“I want to run out of sweaters because you keep taking them”

You giggled between sobs, as Bucky pulled out a small black velvet box with a beautiful golden ring.

“Y/n y/l/n, I promise baby I’ll protect you for as long as I breathe, I’ve wanted this for so long. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

You flung your arms around Bucky, knocking him over as he laughed, wrapping his arms around you. He slipped the ring on your finger, peppering your face with kisses all over, “Let’s get married tomorrow? Right here?” You sat up, butterflies erupting in your tummy with excitement.

“How Buck?”

“I’ll figure it out, say yes baby; I don’t want to marry you anywhere else”

The soft white material of your wedding dress flowed in the breeze as you stood hand in hand with Bucky, in front of the wedding officiant, the same sweet elderly man who worked at the floral shop you got your bouquet from. Your hair was in soft waves eyes glistening looking at your gorgeous soon to be husband in his black suit. You whispered your vows to each other, exchanging your rings, kissing each other sweetly, excited to start your life together.

4 months ago

“Fuck baby, right there Bucky”

You whined under him as his hips rocked into you, struggling to keep your moans low. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, desperate to feel all of him after he came from a particularly long mission away from you. As soon as everyone was asleep, he was in your room, clothes thrown on the floor, no teasing, nothing separating you. You spread your legs for him as he lay on top of you, pushing his cock in, stretching you perfectly every time.

“Needed this babygirl, needed this so fucking bad” Bucky moaned into your neck, his arms wrapped around you holding you close to him. He wanted to make love to you slowly, feel every inch of your skin, breathe in your scent. “I missed you so much”

“I-I love you” You held his face in your hands, kissing him deeply, swallowing his moans as his thrusts sped up.

“Just like that baby, James please” Buck groaned feeling the way you fluttered around his cock, your nails clawing down his back desperate to be as close to him as possible. He pinned your hands against the bed, grinding his cock into you making you cry out as your came undone under him. “Fuck I love you, I love you” Your walls squeezed and milked his cock, making it difficult for him to move.

“I love you too baby, so fucking much” His forehead rested on yours as he started to feel his climax build, “Baby, fuck you feel so good” He bit own on your shoulder to keep from moaning loudly, stilling as he spilled his cum into you, not bothering to pull out.

3 weeks later

You stared at the ceiling as Bucky lay beside you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Y/n?”

He looked up at you, your eyes looking off into the distance, as his hand cupped your face to look at him. You wanted this more than anything but you never discussed anything and you didn’t know how Bucky would take it.

“What’s on your mind baby?” You shook your head, hoping to avoid the conversation but Bucky persisted. “y/n? You swallowed thickly, your eyes stinging with tears unsure of how to get the words out. “You’re scaring me baby, tell me what’s wrong”

You silently took his hand, pressing it on your tummy, blinking up at him. Bucky looked at you for a moment before sitting up wide eyed.

“Are you…?”

“I’m pregnant”

His blue eyes sparkled as he moved to your tummy, kissing you all over, nuzzling his face in, holding you close.

“I’m going to be a dad?” His voice was muffled as he kept his face there, buried in your tummy.

You nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks as Bucky smiled at you with excitement, snuggling into your stomach, sniffling, whispering sweet nothings while you carded your fingers through his hair.

“You’re okay with this Buck?”

Bucky nodded, crawling up to kiss every inch of your face, his body shaking with excitement. You’d shown him love, purpose, everything he could ever dream of and now you were giving him a family.

“More than okay babygirl, thank you, you’ve given me everything”

Present

“And that’s that!” You smiled, watching Steve reach for a box of tissues, passing it around the team as they quickly tried their faces, pretending nothing happened. Except Sam who hiccupped a few times before getting his sobs under control. “Now Bucky comes over when he has time and-

“You’re moving back to the compound now, no if’s, ands or buts” Tony stated, uninterested in any possible excuse you could think of.

“Tony, I can’t-

“Look, we’ll make your room and Bucky’s room into 1 unit. There will be more than enough space for you both and the baby and if you need more than that, we’ll kick capsicle to the next floor and you guys will have the entire area to yourselves”

“But Fury-

“Can suck it” Sam stated, “C’mon, just move back y/n”

“I still have my desk job-

“Fuck that, your job is with us. You have what, 5 months left till your due date?” You nodded and Tony thought for a moment. “Give me a week to get the room ready, Manchurian candidate should be discharged by then and you can move in. Just come back, it’ll be better for you and Barnes can stop pretending to go on jogs just to see you. He walks around like a kicked puppy when Sam decides to tag along and now it makes sense”

You threw your arms around Tony, not wasting another second.

“Okay”

5 months later

“C’mon baby, push, you can do it”

Bucky held your hand as you screamed, searing hot pain shooting through your body as you struggled to push. You gasped; your body exhausted having struggled for the past hour.

“I-I can’t” Your head fell back, tears and sweat pouring down your face. Bucky placed his metal hand on your forehead, stroking your hair as you cried out.

“You can babygirl, almost there, just a bit more”

“It hurts, it fucking hurts Bucky” You whimpered, your body feels like it was being torn open.

“I know angel, almost there”

Your chest heaved as your blood pressure started to drop. Bucky’s eyes stung with tears seeing you in so much pain, looking to Dr.Cho as she checked on you. “You’re doing good y/n, breath in and one big push, almost there”

“You can do it mama, I love you, I love you so much” You screamed out, grasping Bucky’s metal hand, pushing as best as you could, pressure radiating through the lower half of your body.

“That’s the head y/n, keep doing, give me one more” Dr. Cho nodded at you as you took a few deep breathes before pushing again. The sounds of crying filled the room as she placed your baby on your chest. You cradled your tiny son while Bucky cried beside you, kissing you, completely in love with his little baby, his heart completely full. Dr. Cho momentarily took your little one away to clean him up leaving you and Bucky together.

“So proud of you babydoll, I’m so proud of you, you did so good, so fucking good” He kissed your forehead as you leaned against him exhausted, closing your eyes.

“I love you James”

“I love you mama”

Dr. Cho came back, a tiny bundle in her hands. You cradled you baby in your arms, kissing his tiny chubby face. You looked at Bucky, nodding as he hesitated for a moment, taking his son in his arms, cradling him, tears welling in his eyes. “He’s so small”. You smiled at the way Bucky’s huge arms engulfed the baby, making it almost difficult to see he was carrying anything.

“I can’t believe he’s here” Bucky sniffled, kissing his son’s tiny forehead as he sat down beside you, rocking him. Bucky peppered your face with gentle kisses, nuzzling against you, still in shock. “We didn’t talk about names doll”

You giggled, snuggling closer to Bucky as you traced your finger over your sons tiny nose, little pouty lips and a full head of hair, a dark chestnut brown just like his dad’s. “I thought of a name”

Bucky looked at you curiously as you whispered the name you picked. He looked at you, tears brimming his eyes again, “It’s perfect y/n-are you sure doll?”

“After my favourite people” You pulled Bucky down, kissing his nose before taking your son back in your arms.

“How are you feeling, up for some visitors?” Dr. Cho smiled at you as she walked through the door with Steve, Tony, Sam and Nat following behind, with balloons, flowers and gifts in tow. You giggled at the giant floral arrangement Tony set beside you, along with a basket filled with baby clothes.

“I had these made myself” Tony grinned as Bucky picked up a tiny black onesie; the left sleeve dark grey with tiny gold accents resembling Bucky’s arm. A picture of two tiny silver dog tags resembling a chain was printed on the front. Bucky snorted seeing a tiny iron man onesie with a matching bib that said Ironman is the best. “There’s more in your room, we just couldn’t bring all the presents down here” Tony and Thor had custom vibranium and Asgardian baby toys made; keeping in mind the baby would likely have Bucky’s strength early on. Peter had bought a mini library of baby books. Bruce had patented a baby formula specially made for the tiny super soldier.

“Guys, you didn’t have to-

“Shh, yes we did”

Sam placed a soft white wolf and falcon plushie on your lap, grinning at the tiny bundle sleeping in your arms. Nat brought you your favourite bath salts and bubble bath along with a little teddy bear that had a t-shirt with “I love my Aunty Nat” embroidered on the front. Steve held two giant teddy bears that were nearly the size of him, one in a Captain America suit, the other in a black leather jacket with a plush metal arm, along with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. The team stood around you cooing at the tiny bundle in your arms.

“So did we decide on a name yet? I heard the name Anthony is pretty popular these days” Tony smirked as Nat groaned smacking his arm. You looked at Bucky before nodding, turning to everyone.

“Meet our son, Steven Grant James Barnes”

Steve gasped, tears welling in his eyes, wiping them away poorly as more continued to spill. His voice cracked as he spoke, hardly above a whisper, “Y-you named him after me?” Bucky nodded, hugging his friend, the one person he had for family before he met you or the team.

“Do you want to hold him?” You smiled as Steve sniffled, taking the tiny bundle in his arms.

“Hey little guy, it’s your Uncle Steve” He cooed, his thumb tracing over the baby’sf features. “U-uncle St-Steve will always protect y-you”. He choked out a sob looking at the tiny baby that was a perfect mix of you and Bucky.

“Actually we wanted to ask you something else”

Steve looked at you both curiously, stuttering ad he spoke “W-what p-punk?”

“Would you- will you be the god father?”

Steve hiccuped a few times before nodding, his body trembling, holding your son close to his chest.

“Alright enough, time for the fun uncle, Uncle Steve needs a moment to get it together” Sam smirked, discreetly wiping his face before picking up the baby, rocking him in his arms, smiling “Hey little man, Steve Junior. You’re gonna have lots of fun with Uncle Sam, I’ll teach you how to fly, I’ll teach you how to throw your uncles shield, we can steal daddy’s arm together ”

“Hey! Steal the shield, leave my arm out of this Tweety bird”

“Yeah, that’s enough, Aunty Nat’s turn” Natasha squealed at the little baby in her arms, blinking away tears, feeling unexpectedly emotional. “Fat”

“Best for last obviously” Tony grinned, looking at the little baby in awe, “Worlds first baby super soldier, Uncle Tony is going to give you the coolest gadgets, and take you to cool parties and buy you everything you want and then you’ll forget all about crying Uncle Steve, flying Uncle Sam and mean Aunty Nat”

“Hey y/n?” Sam smiled at you sheepishly, holding your hand, attempting the same puppy pout Bucky used to get everything he wanted. “When will you bake muffins again?”

You burst out laughing as Tony handed the baby over to Bucky before smacking Sam upside the head.

You snuggled against Bucky, falling asleep as the team continued to take turns passing around the little bundle. Bucky gently wrapped his arms around you as best as he could, the coolness of his metal arm soothing you.

“Baby, you gave me everything”

It was perfect.

Everything was perfect.

Part 3

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frozenlight-gvf · 9 months

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Strawberry Wine: Part Two

pairing: barn au: danny × fem!reader (enemies to lovers)

summary: after your first rendezvous with Daniel, tensions are high. he still gets under your skin like no one else can, but there’s something else there now— something that you refuse to let yourself feel.

(here's part one if you haven't read it already!)

word count: 4.8k

warnings: (for this part): language, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, angst (18+ MINORS DNI) [i chose not to include all the warnings to avoid spoilers, reader discretion is advised!]

a/n: new moodboard new moodboard! anyway this part was super fun to write hope u enjoy <3

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The wind whipped through your hair as you urged Guinevere to a breakneck gallop across the field. You thought maybe the speed and the endless green vastness would wipe Daniel from your mind for at least a moment or two, but a voice like alarm bells blared relentlessly in your head: What the hell happened last night?

As the sun broke the line of the horizon, beginning its journey across the sky, you breathed in the crisp misty air of the dawn. The heat hadn’t yet gotten a chance to burn, so you savored the slight chill. You let Guinevere slow, as she had begun to pant and snort, and unwelcome thoughts seeped back into your mind. You thought of how willingly you fell under Daniel’s control, responding to his every whim. You thought of his warm breath against your ear. You thought of his hands, how they petted you… how his fingers curled and caressed…

You shook your head, the images dissolving. Guinevere was still plodding along under you. You leaned forward to pat her neck, trying to bring yourself back to the moment. Now, the only thing in your head was your mother, as you heard her voice ringing out across the field, calling you back to her.

You reentered your house – which you had so suddenly departed from just an hour ago with your riding helmet in hand and racing heart in your chest, still warm from just having thrown off your sheets in restless frustration – and you wiped your boots on the doormat under the scrutinizing eye of Susannah, who was making sure you didn’t track mud in her house.

“What’s up with you?” she asked in her accent stronger than your own. “You’re shaking like a leaf, honey.”

You hadn’t even realized it. “Adrenaline, I guess,” you mumbled.

She shrugged as she fussed around in the kitchen, making breakfast. You sat down obediently at the table, knowing after many years of trying that she would never accept your help when she was cooking.

“How’s things with Danny?” she asked, cutting strawberries into an old ceramic bowl painted with watercolors; a product of a childhood craft gone slightly awry, but too sentimental for your mother not to keep.

You scoffed, a bit put-off that she sounded like she was inquiring after a relationship. “Same as always.” You hoped the slight tremor in your voice didn’t give away the fact that things had, in fact, changed. Dramatically.

“You’re so mean to that poor boy,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Would it kill you to be nice to him?”

“He’s not nice to me, mama. And you know how I am with boys.”

“I know, I know. My little dragon,” she said affectionately. She cupped your cheek for a moment as she placed a plate of bacon on the table. “But I want you to at least try.”

You banished your mother’s old-fashioned ways; she thought the princess was always supposed to be saved by someone else, namely a man. She’d nicknamed you her “dragon” when you were little; you always pointed and squealed at the pictures of the dragons in the storybooks she read to you– the ones that destroyed kingdoms on fiery rampages, the ones that threatened the lives of well-meaning princes. You were always more the type to curl up in a cave somewhere rather than drape yourself out the window of a tall tower, calling for someone to rescue you.

But, you couldn’t fight that little voice inside you, the one that was begging for someone to take care of you, to hold you and kiss your lonely tears away. You rested your chin in your hand as you pushed your eggs around on your plate, your mother sitting across from you.

“I’m not gonna force you into anything, hun,” Susannah said, taking a sip of her sweet-smelling coffee. “But, darlin’, it would settle my heart to know that there’s someone else in your life who would make you breakfast in the morning.”

Susannah meant well, and you knew it. Like all mothers with lonely daughters, she wanted to see you cared for and cherished. She’d tried to hire barn hands you might get along with, and a part of you felt bad for how poorly you always treated them. But it was your way. Isolation is an art, and you had practically perfected it.

After breakfast, you milled about the barn, so far its only human inhabitant. The sun was now steadily rising, no longer shy about its light and broiling heat. You were anxious for Daniel to arrive so you could assess what happened between you. If he didn’t look in your direction, it was safe to assume he was feeling the way you were, which was conflicted. If he flashed you his usual teasing grin and tipped his hat, it would mean that, to him, nothing had changed. And you weren’t sure which option you preferred.

As you surveyed the tack room, making sure every saddle and every bridle was in its assigned space, you heard familiar footsteps from behind you.

“Do you really not trust me to put everything back where it belongs?”

You whirled around to see Daniel leaning against the doorframe a couple yards in front of you. For a moment, there were no words exchanged between you two. In his eyes, you could see flashes of last night’s passion. You tensed up every muscle in your body, bracing for whatever impact that was about to come.

You pointed over to the wall covered in tangled leather straps. “Ziggy’s bridle is where Tim’s should be.”

Daniel’s eyes widened imperceptibly as he noticed his mistake, and you felt a small swell of pride within you for having shaken him. But his signature roguish smirk soon spread across his face as he pushed off from the doorframe with his shoulder, uncrossing his ankles.

“My bad, heiress.”

He sauntered past you to switch the bridles, brushing close to your side. It almost felt like a static spark passed between the two of you, and you sucked in a breath. He turned back to you, his body now closer to yours than what would be considered “friendly.”

“However may I earn your forgiveness?”

You looked up at him, your breath catching. His curls were slightly damp, and he smelled of crisp pine and lemon. It was so rare for you to see him like this; usually when he was in your line of sight, he was flushed and sweating from heat and hard labor. But right now, he was almost glowing, fresh from a morning shower. Your mind wandered to imagine how he might look with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist with his chest damp and glistening, his wet curls draped over his broad shoulders–

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?”

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head sharply and swallowing hard. Daniel’s smile only grew.

“Oh, no? Because you seem a little… bothered.” He leaned in to whisper the last word, and his closeness and his clean scent made you want to fall into him. But you stood your ground.

You tilted your head towards the rack of bridles. “I’m only bothered because you can’t do your job right.”

He chuckled. “Is that so? Well…. I seemed to do my job pretty well last night, didn’t I?”

You bristled slightly at such a direct mention of your rendezvous. You figured you two would beat around the bush for a little while longer, but it seemed like he couldn’t wait to make you squirm again.

“That’s what you were thinking about, wasn’t it?” he said, leaning over you slightly.

Eager to prove him wrong, you straightened your spine and stared at him. “No. It was something else.”

“Alright. Whatever you say, heiress.”

You thought that with that, Daniel would leave and start on his morning chores, but he remained exactly where he was– too close for comfort.

“You have chores to do, Wagner.”

He tilted his head with a crooked smile.

“That I do, ma’am.”

Still, he made no move to leave the tackroom. You were starting to feel that anger he so loved to stir up in you.

“Then go do them!”

He flashed his eyebrows.

“I’m about to.”

And still– he stayed. You raised your voice to shout at him, but he reached one of his hands out and pulled you into him by your waist, planting a kiss on your lips.

You wrestled away from him, the blush on your face betraying how much you enjoyed that.

“What are you doing?” you spat.

He smiled and crossed his arms. You had to tear your eyes away from the defined curves and edges of his muscles. “Do you not remember what I said last night?”

“You said a lot of things last night, Wagner,” you mumbled, straightening your shirt and turning away.

He leaned in once more to whisper in your ear, his breath fanning against your hair. You could feel your blush spreading, making your ears burn pink.

“I said, I was gonna put taking care of that needy little cunt of yours on my list of chores.”

Your lips parted slightly as a breath escaped them. He noticed. He pressed up behind you and started rubbing both of your arms up and down slowly.

He hummed a contented noise. “You like that? Does that sound like a good way to start our morning?”

Our morning.

He pressed a soft kiss to your ear, his lips then sensually traveling down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

“Want me to take care of you, sweetheart?”

He was tearing down your walls brick by brick, stone by stone, but you didn’t want to let him make ruins out of you.

Your voice was breathy as you protested, not having much power behind your insistence. “Daniel, my students are gonna be here soon…”

“Darlin’,” he said, interrupting you, still kissing down your neck, “it’s barely nine in the morning. Your first class won’t be here until ten.” He switched to the other side of your neck and paused for a moment before speaking again. “It’s just you and me.”

“My mom–”

“--isn’t here right now.”

“But she might come here later…”

You felt his lips curl into a smile against your neck. He gave you a little nip right under your ear. “Then, I guess you better be quiet, then, huh? Think you can be quiet for me, sweetheart?”

His hands moved from your arms to your hips, caressing up and down your curves.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Yes.”

His touch started to get bolder as his hands traveled inward, running up over your chest. Your eyes fluttered shut as he squeezed gently, massaging the tender flesh in his palms. His hands then slipped under the fabric of your shirt to feel you closer. His fingers teased along the top edge of your bra.

“I wanna see you in something prettier than this,” he mumbled in your ear, referring to the sturdy sports bra you were wearing.

“I will never spend money on lace, Wagner.”

“Then I will,” he said with casual certainty as he tugged on the hem of your shirt, bringing it up over your head. He then turned you around to face him, his eyes staring disapprovingly at your choice of undergarment. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Pretty thing like you shouldn’t wear shit like this. Wanna see you in lace or nothing at all,” he mumbled again.

“Guess nothing at all will have to do for now,” you said, trying to keep the hopeful edge out of your voice.

He grinned as he reached forward to relieve you of your bra. His lips parted in an awestruck smile as soon as he saw you bare, his eyes sparkling.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped, skating his hands over your breasts, feeling your sensitive nipples hardening under his touch. Your hands started moving on their own as your fingers met with the metal of Daniel’s ornate silver belt buckle. You traced your fingertips over the minimal design at the center before you suddenly felt him take your hands and place them on his chest.

“Don’t touch the buckle, sweetheart,” he said quietly in your ear as he guided your fingers to the bottom of his tshirt, encouraging you to lift it off of him.

You’d seen his bare chest many times; he rarely ever wore a shirt while working outside. But you’d never seen him like this. You noticed details you’d previously glossed over– the freckles that dotted his perfectly tanned skin, the sensual curve of his waist, and the trail of coarse hair that stretched up from beneath his jeans. You were practically dumbstruck.

You weren’t exactly sure how or why you found yourself with your jeans undone infront of Daniel Wagner a second time, but there wasn’t much time to think about it before your pants were on the floor of the tackroom, and Daniel had your legs wrapped around his waist, pressing you into the wood-paneled wall.

He took your mouth again in a fiery kiss, but this time, you didn’t stop him. You let him consume you, his tongue exploring your mouth feverishly.

“Seems I’m getting pretty good at getting you to shut up,” Daniel said, speaking breathlessly between punishing kisses. You could feel how riled up he was, like a bronco about to break loose.

Not once breaking the kiss, he reached down with one hand to remove his belt, the dexterity with which he did so making you melt even more. The leather snapped against the denim as the accessory fell to the ground, including his apparently precious buckle.

“Not so worried about that thing now, are you?” You glanced at the piece of metal strewn on the floor.

Daniel growled into your mouth, pushing you harder into the wall, bringing your attention right back to him.

“The only part of you that’s allowed to touch my buckle is your pussy when you’re sitting on my lap. Are we clear on that?” He paused, taking your nod as an answer and continuing to kiss you passionately.

His hardness began teasing at your center, rubbing back and forth and collecting the arousal that was dripping from you. You shivered with desperation in his arms, his hands gripping and squeezing your ass.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he crooned, “you’re wetter than you were last night. Have you been thinking about me all morning? Is that why?”

You shook your head, but both of you knew you were lying.

“I bet you thought about me last night, too. Did you think about me in bed? Did you think about how good my fingers felt inside you and how badly you wanted to feel my cock?”

You couldn’t reply, as the tip of his cock had just barely nudged against you, and you already knew you were in for it. He felt big.

“I really hope you didn’t get your hands dirty in your bed last night,” he said, clucking his tongue patronizingly. “You know I’m the only one who can touch this pussy, right? It’s all mine, isn’t it, darlin’?”

You waited in heated anticipation to feel him buried inside you, but he didn’t move. His eyes burned into yours. He was waiting for an answer. And he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you gave him one. Until you submitted to him.

“It’s all yours, Danny.”

A voice.

“Danny?”

Both of you froze. Daniel’s fingers dug deeper into your ass, as if holding you tighter would make you somehow disappear.

“Where are you, hun? I need you to do something for me.”

You and Daniel looked at each other, eyes wide with terror. Susannah.

Her light footsteps were almost imperceptible, but you could tell you only had seconds to get out of the compromising position you were in. Daniel all but dropped you, rushing to get his shirt and belt back on, hissing urgent curses under his breath. You plucked your discarded clothes from the floor, racing to pull your bra and shirt back on and to tug your jeans over your hips and button them with shaking fingers.

When Susannah’s willowy silhouette appeared in the doorway, Daniel was reorganizing the saddle pads, and you were aimlessly fidgeting with the leather straps of the bridles lining the walls, silently kicking yourself for not having come up with something more convincing to be doing.

“There you are, darlin’. Can you take a look at Rebel’s stall door? It was creaking somethin’ terrible yesterday.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Daniel gave a polite bow of his head to Susannah as he sauntered past her, hands in his back pockets and whistling a little tune— like he wasn’t just mere moments from being caught thrusting deep inside you. You were left trembling; partly with fear, but mostly from the visceral anticlimax of having to stop right before what might have been the greatest moment of your life.

Your mother turned to you, a hand on her hip. Her gentle, smile-lined face shifted to show a mild concern.

“You alright, sweetheart? You look awfully warm.”

Your blush only grew hotter. Your fingers let the reins you were inspecting too closely drop and gently swing against the wall.

“I’m fine, mama,” you said, grabbing a bucket full of grooming tools from the ground.

Susannah shrugged and turned to leave, ducking into the little room next door which classified as the barn’s office: a little area with an old hutch desk and an older computer.

Exhaling deeply, you shook your head, unable to believe you didn’t get busted. And you were also unable to believe how nonchalant Daniel was afterwards. His inhuman speed at getting dressed and his lightning-quick ability to become otherwise occupied so he didn’t come off as suspicious— like he had a habit of fucking girls where people might intrude. Like he had a habit of fucking girls, period. It made you realize that whatever you had going on with Daniel had lower stakes for him than it did for you. And it was maddening.

You stared off into space during the morning lessons you were teaching. Luckily, the riders were slightly older than your afternoon students and didn’t need eagle-eyed supervision. You stood in the center of the ring, occasionally calling out for your riders to change their horse’s gait. The warm-up probably lasted a bit too long, but there was hardly any room left in your mind for anything else when Daniel was occupying it— especially not teaching. The horses cantering in a circle around you almost made you dizzy.

”Miss Y/L/N?” a voice piped up. “Can we stop now?”

You turned to where the voice was coming from: a younger girl whose helmet almost seemed to swallow her whole head. You nodded, rubbing your temple.

“Walk,” you declared in a voice not as commanding as you would have liked, and the horses slowed around the ring. Originally, you were going to give the riders their first lesson in jumping, but you were in absolutely no state something as involved as that.

“How about a trail ride?”

The girls cheered, and you led the five-horse parade down from the ring to the barn so you could hop on a horse to guide the procession on the trail. You instructed your riders to wait as you headed into the stables and towards Guinevere’s stall. But it was empty. You huffed in frustration and marched into the office.

“Where’s Gwen?”

Susannah looked up at you from the boxy computer.“Danny took her out back to the pasture for a bath. Isn’t that sweet of him? Making sure your horse is all nice and clean for you,” your mother said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes. You knew Daniel wasn’t bathing Guinevere out of kindness. He would never do anything for you out of kindness. “I need her for a trail ride.“

“Trail ride? I thought y’all were jumping today. Do you need help getting the poles set up? I’ll go get Danny—“

“I don’t need him, mama!” you shouted suddenly, whirling around to face her. She startled a bit, her eyes fully focusing on you.

“Y/N—“ she scolded, her surprise hardening into consternation.

“I don’t need him.” Your voice softer as you repeated. You knew your mother heard you the first time, so the second time you made the declaration was mostly as a reminder for yourself. You took a breath, calming yourself. “It’s hot today. The horses are feeling lazy, and they won’t want to jump.”

Susannah shrugged, her shoulders now cold. Her gaze turned back to her computer, wordlessly dismissing you. Her silence tugged at your heart, but you couldn’t let it affect you.

With Guinevere preoccupied, Ares was the only horse left in the stable. He was off-limits for students. After bucking a rider off of his back and into a fence last spring, Susannah declared that Ares would never be used as a lesson horse again, only remaining in the barn for extremely advanced riders who refused any of the “easy” horses. And for Daniel, who somehow got the demon to bend to his will.

Although you’ve been riding your whole life, even you avoided Ares. He was sturdy and powerful, yet wildly skittish. Any sort of loud noise or quick movement would have him rearing and taking off running, endangering everyone on or around him. You stood there outside the horse’s stall, studying him for a moment. You wouldn’t have time to tack him up; the riders were waiting on you outside. The idea of having to ride him bareback on the trail— the place with the greatest potential for an unexpected spook— made your blood turn cold. As you opened Ares’ stall, you had the slight inclination to just forget the trail ride and get Daniel to help you set up the jumping poles in the lesson ring. But the more you considered it, the more vivid the image of his face in your mind became. You pictured the way he’d look down at you and smirk, teasing you for not being able to do anything by yourself, not being able to do anything without his help. Without him. He’d poke you and prod you, goading you for needing his assistance, for needing him. Needing him.

You met your riders in front of the barn atop the black horse with a less-than-confident smirk on your face. With no reins, saddle, or stirrups to hold onto, you felt truly vulnerable on Ares’ back. Ares’s energy felt potent and volatile as he shifted under you; it almost felt like he was just waiting to catch you with your guard down and buck you off into the dirt. You just hoped that Daniel couldn’t see your bubbling fear as you rode past the pasture towards the trailhead.

Despite your immense anxiety, the notion of him seeing you riding his favorite horse was attractive, but all you could focus on right now was keeping Ares under your control.

“Lookin’ good down there, ladies!”

Daniel waved from where he stood in the pasture, smiling charmingly. The young girls behind you giggled, enamored with the roguish barn boy who was currently shirtless as he bathed Guinevere, glistening with sweat and water. You shook your head. His flirtation meant nothing. He just wanted attention. Your riders waved back at him, and he tipped his hat gallantly. They crushed on him the same way one might crush on the older pool lifeguard in one’s youth, all blushing cheeks and smitten, innocent glances. And Daniel always responded in the way that lifeguard might: crooked smirks and harmless, playful quips.

You chose not to respond to Daniel, knowing it would only egg him on. Instead, you urged Ares forward. A few more yards and you’d disappear into the trees, shielded from Daniel’s piercing gaze and baiting words. But Ares stalled beneath you. Daniel noticed the way you clucked and kicked at the horse’s sides, trying to get Ares to budge.

“Is Ares too difficult for you, heiress?”

Your students chucked a bit, and your face began to burn. You kicked at Ares harder now, but he only stamped his hoof into the gravel at the trailhead and huffed.

“Just switch with her!“ Daniel said, pointing at the girl riding Ziggy— the easiest horse in the barn. “I bet that little lady can handle Ares better than you.”

More giggles from behind you. The fury within you was reaching a peak, and it started to mix with your nervousness, creating a boiling concoction of intense emotions that left your fingers shaking. Ares could feel this as he pawed at the ground, flicking his head up and down.

“Maybe I should just show you how it’s done, huh?”

“Show me how what’s done, Wagner?” you shot back. Your voice broke slightly, and you hoped Daniel would interpret it as anger rather than fear. Ares was getting antsy, and you didn’t like it at all.

“Riding,” he said with a chuckle. “You sure you’re the best person here to teach these young ladies?”

Before you could give Ares one more swift kick, the horse’s ears pinned back against his head.

A loud rustle came from the woods to your left. You saw flashes of spindly legs and streaks of white as a family of deer ran through the underbrush.

Ares startled, his hooves skittering on the gravel, the movement abruptly sending you forward as you clung to the horse’s neck. A loud whinny shocked your ears as wind started whipping against your face, the trees flying past your eyes.

Ares was bounding down the trail, sprinting through the woods. Your heart was pounding harder than his hooves against the dirt. You gripped the coarse hair of his mane as tight as you could with trembling fingers. Your legs flailed with every one of Ares’ panicked strides. Your thighs and feet struggled to find purchase against his sleek body, clambering frantically. But you couldn’t stabilize yourself, and Ares was running wild.

You felt your hips slide as Ares rounded a sharp bend. The air was knocked from your lungs as you hit the ground, your vision going dark.

~~~

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Your eyes fluttered open at the noise.

“Shit, Y/N.”

Daniel swung off of Guinevere before she had even come to a stop.

His face was blurry above yours. His urgent hands quickly inspected your arms, your legs, your torso. One of his hands came up to cup the back of your head.

“Fuck.”

Strong arms slid under your knees and your back as he lifted you up.

The next thing you knew, you were flying again. Sat sideways in front of him, your head jostled against his shoulder. One of Daniel’s hands was held tight to the reins, the other wrapped around your waist, keeping you right up against him.

“Hold on, sweetheart. You’re ok.”

His voice was warm in your hair.

You then winced as his voice rang out, calling your mother‘s name. The sound stabbed at your ears, sending tendrils of pain through your head.

Daniel slid off the horse with you in his arms.

The worried voice of your mother drifted into your mind, her cold fingers shaking while pushing the hair out of your face.

You then found yourself tucked in the passenger seat of Daniel’s truck, The landscape was racing by outside the windows. You felt Daniel holding one of your hands tight. He gave it a squeeze.

“Stay awake for me, honey, ok? You can’t go to sleep.”

You squeezed his hand back.

The rest of the drive went by in a blur, as did the visit to the emergency room. Unfamiliar instruments were held up in front of you in dark rooms, and you answered as many questions as you could. As soon as a voice told you that you were allowed to rest, you closed your eyes and sank into sleep.

“Hi.”

You blinked awake to see Daniel right beside you, holding your hand. He was smiling sweetly, his face laced with concern. The fluorescent lights of the sterile room around you had been dimmed, but they still stung your eyes.

“You’ve only been out for an hour. The doctors said to ask you questions when you woke up. Can you tell me your name?”

You answered, hating how quiet and weak your voice sounded.

“Can you tell me my name?”

“Danny.”

He smiled, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Good job, sweetheart.”

He paused for a moment, seemingly taking in the sight of your dazed eyes. He leaned in closer in his seat beside the cot, his elbows propped on his knees.

“You’ve got a pretty nasty concussion, but you’re ok. No broken bones or anything like that. They gave you some stitches for the cut on the back of your head.”

Your voice was croaky and hoarse. “Where’s my mom?”

He was quick to ease your stress. “She’s at the barn. She’s taking care of your students. She’ll be here as soon as she gets all the horses put away. I had to drive you so I could explain to the doctors what happened to you since Susannah didn’t see any of it.”

“You drove me?”

“You don’t remember?” He sighed a bit, shifting in his seat. “No ambulance would have gotten all the way out there quick enough,” he said quietly. “I had to make sure you were ok.”

You felt his fingers against your cheek. Bits and pieces of the car ride started coming back to you. The empty roads, the speed, Daniel’s worried face. But mostly, you remembered the way that he held your hand.

The way he was still holding it.

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A New Life

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actor Reader

Word Count: 6k

Rating Mature - 18+ ONLY

Genre: angst

A/n: It’s been a minute. I took a little break from writing. Life has been busy but as soon as I saw Pedro at the Oscars I immediately got inspired to write this fic. Thank you to the amazing @musings-of-a-rose for never allowing me to quit and helping me with this.

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The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind. The apartment was pitch black. You had cried yourself to sleep as soon as you got in. After the emotional roaster that you had been on, you finally decide to get out of bed. Walking in a daze, on autopilot you made your way to the kitchen, where you realized that this was no longer how the home that it once was before. After making some coffee, you started packing all your stuff into luggage, waiting for your agent Chloe to come to help you. This time, there was no music pumping or him grabbing you to dance while you were cleaning or cooking. It was just you, alone, in a quiet apartment that you and Pedro once shared.

After so many years spent together, now that it's over, you were left feeling confused and, honestly, lost.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

Your phone was blowing up with text messages from Pedro.

Text Message - 11:29 a.m. Pedro - A, please answer me

Text Message - 11:30 a.m. Pedro - A, you left last night without letting me know.

Text Message - 11:31 a.m. Pedro - A, I know you're upset but please answer me to let me know you're ok.

Text Message - 11:32 a.m. Pedro - Please answer me! I’m worried about you.

Text Message - 11:33 a.m. Pedro - I love you.

You angrily grab your phone and throw it against the wall, letting out your emotions with a loud scream.

“Anna! Are you ok? What happened?”

Chloe, your agent, opens the door of the apartment and runs towards you, seeing you collapsed on the floor, chest heaving, and in tears.

“You called me last night. Said that you were heading back from Calgary. Did something happen with you and Pedro? What happened? Why is Pedro calling me to see where you are?”

Chloe brought you up from the floor and sat you down on the sofa as she went and grabbed some water to help calm you down.

It was real. It really happened. All the hurt, all the pain was being turned into rage, bubbling up inside of you.

How can you move on from this?

Four years ago……

You never thought you'd give up your stable job in Miami to pursue acting. Being an award winning actress was something you'd always dreamed of, but taking the leap was never in the picture. When one of your good friends told you about an opportunity for a role in a show you took the chance and went to audition for it. They offered you the role on the spot, which was the final push you needed to give your dream a chance. After a couple of roles, you were excited when you got a small part in a new show called The Mandalorian. It wasn’t a major role, but you were to interact with the Mandalorian and bounty hunter, Din Djarin, who is played by Pedro Pascal. You had no clue who Pedro is, but you do know you're more than excited to be in a Star Wars series.

Prior to filming the scene, you were to meet up with Pedro to quickly run through your lines and placement. As you were preparing hair and makeup, he popped into the trailer to introduce himself.

“Um, hi. Are you Anna?”

“Hi! Yes I am.”

“Oh hi! I'm Pedro. It's so nice to meet you.”

He extended his hand and as you were presenting yours a shock came between the both of you at the touch of his hand sending you jumping out of your seat.

“I'm so sorry! I guess I have too much static in my clothes."

He ran his hand through his hair nervously but covered with a beautiful smile that made your cheeks warm up.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck today and hope to talk to you more."

“Thank you for that. I hope so too."

As he attempted to walk out he slipped on the stairs to the trailer and hit his back on one of the steps.

“Oh my God! Pedro, are you ok?" You went to go help him, but he quickly got up and acted like nothing had happened.

“No no no, I’m good, I just wasn’t paying attention! See ya!” Embarrassed, he quickly left the trailer and shut the door.

You smiled and giggled from just what had happened but carried on finishing hair and makeup before they called you up.

After a long day of shooting, your scenes were done and finally were heading home where a bowl of cereal and a pair of pjs were calling your name. As you were getting closer to your car, you noticed a strange person pacing themselves back and forth by it. He was wearing thick square glasses with a dark blue long sleeve crew neck sweater, khaki shorts with colored stripe socks, and sneakers. If that didn’t give out sketchy stalker vibes then what will? The nerves started kicking in as you started reaching for your pepper spray inside your purse.

From afar you started raising your voice to give a fair warning.

“Umm hello, whoever you are! I just want to let you know that I have pepper spray in my purse and I'm not afraid to use it?”

“Hi Anna! It's me, Pedro."

Relieved but a little confused, you looked around expecting to see someone else. But the only people in the parking lot were you and Pedro.

“Ummm, hiiiii! Were you waiting here for me or someone else? Because I saw that you were walking back and forth by my car?”

“Shit, sorry to scare you like that. I mean yeah I was actually waiting for you”.

Taken back by what he just said “You were?”

He started laughing but in a cute flirtatious way. “Actually, I asked my assistant to ask when you were done filming so that I could track you down. I wanted to see if I could take you out for dinner."

Shocked, you let out a small chuckle. "Are you serious? Why me? Wait - how long have you been waiting for me?"

“Half an hour." He replied.

“Pedro, you should have gotten my number!" You laughed.

His fingers brush his mustache nervously .

“I think we clicked this morning and we hit it off when we were shooting. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you so I had to track you down."

“I think we hit it off as well. But next time get my number. Don't be getting all stalker mode.”

He let out the biggest laugh that made you smile.

“So is that a yes?” he asks as he puts on the cutest puppy face to try and convince you.

“Oh no, how can I resist that puppy face? Of course I would love to go out to dinner with you."

He took you to a Cuban restaurant in LA because you had mentioned to him during takes that you were home sick and missed your mom’s cooking. Not wasting any time you ordered a rum and coke as soon as the waiter came in. Not sure if this was a first date you were in sure need of liquid.

“Rum and coke?” Pedro asked.

“Yes, it's my go to drink and plus I'm a little nervous,” you replied.

He chuckled “Nervous? Would it be weird if I'm kinda nervous too?.”

Shocked and taken off guard you quickly lift your glass and chug half of your drink.

Well this should be fun, you thought.

“So tell me why are you single?” he bluntly asked you as he picked up his beer. He looked so relaxed asking you such a personal question.

“Straight to the hardcore questions I see, Mr. Pascal.” You jokingly tell him.

“Life has been complicated for me and the cards never aligned with me. It’s hard to find someone to settle down with in this city.” you explained to him.

Pedro pushes his glasses back “Well….. maybe we can change that.”

“Maybe we will.” as you looked at him while taking your drink.

The night went on as the both of you were telling jokes, talking about each other's lives, interests and you come to find out that the both of you have a lot in common. Flirtation was on high alert between the both of you.

While waiting for the check he popped open his phone and scooted close to you and brought you close to him. He turned on the camera of the phone and put the selfie mode and the both of you got together cheek to cheek and took a picture.

“What is this for? Just in case you murder me and you have an alibi? Plus do you know that you are taking video and not camera?” you joked.

“Oh crap I always do this wrong.” He quickly changes the photo mode and takes the picture. As he took out his wallet to pay the bill he presented his other hand to you and said “To answer your question I want to take a picture of us because it would be something that we can look back on as a reminder of our first date.” The biggest smile came from you as you believed he was hinting something to you.

The two of you made your way through the neighborhood towards your apartment complex.

You arrive at your doorstep, turn to him with a twisted smile, not sure what to do next.

“Well this is my place. Thank you for tonight Pedro. I really had a good time tonight.”

Pedro smiled at you “I had an amazing night too, Anna. It feels good to go out with someone new that I can get to know and maybe more.” As he inches closer to you the keys from your purse slipped out as you were searching for them. Pedro grabbed them and his wrist accidently brushed your ankle and you instantly gulped, his touch made you weak in the knees.

He presents you your keys and his hand brushes your palm as he places the keys on your hands “I believe you need this.”

“Clumsy me,” you blush.

Pedro slowly approaches you once more “Just a little clumsy but it's cute.”

He places a soft short kiss and slowly retreats back a few inches and the both of you are stuck looking deep into each other's eyes. Without hesitation, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into an intense kiss. His energy matches yours by the roughness and gentleness that the both of you were having. He gently grabbed your neck and pulled you even more to him and the kiss grew to become more passionate. The both of you fall back against your apartment door. Your hands glide through his curls. You tease him by slightly biting his lower lip and in return he wanders his hands all over your body. The intensity was getting fierce between the both of you. When all of a sudden-

“Umm excuse me Miss?” The apartment complex security interrupted the moment.

Your lips departed from his and the both of you started giggling as Pedro placed his chin on your forehead to brush out the embarrassment as the both of you waited for the security guard to leave.

Letting go of his hand, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek “I gotta go but thank you again. I hope for more soon.”

You open the door, walk in and slowly turn back to him “Good night Pedro.”

Your life was never the same after that date.

While your relationship with Pedro flourished, so did both of your careers. After the first season of The Mandalorian, Pedro went on to do several movies while you got several acting jobs that gave you the status per the tabloids of “Rising Stars to Watch”. After 2 years in the business you finally scored your big break in the role of a lifetime. You were cast as a series regular in Law and Order SVU. Filming for the show was done in New York which meant that you had to move from Hollywood to New York. This was a secret that you wanted to share with Pedro but you were waiting for the right time to share it with him.

New Year's Eve 2019…

Pedro’s best friend Oscar invited you and Pedro to spend New Years with them in his apartment in New York. This was going to be the perfect opportunity to share the good news with Pedro. On the night of the party right before the clock struck 12, you pulled Pedro to the side and finally told him about the casting news and he couldn’t control his excitement. He grabbed you and twirled you around as the clock was striking 12 and in that moment he told you the words that you were waiting for him to tell you.

“I love you A.”

You ran your hand across his little curl that was hanging in his face and you repeated the words back to him, “I love you.” and he gave you the most passionate kiss.

He asked you to move into his apartment because he didn’t want you living alone when he had a place that he could share with you. Moving in with your famous boyfriend was a big step in your relationship but you felt that things happened for a reason so you accepted his offer to move in with him.

One of the things that you loved and respected about Pedro was that he didn’t share his personal life events in social media. But he was so excited that he asked Oscar to take a picture of the both of you and in that moment, he posted the picture with a cop and heart emoji next to it.

For the next three years, New York was your home for personal and work. Life for you was going exponentially well. Hard work was finally paying off when after two seasons you received your first Emmy nomination for your role in Law and Order. As your professional life was increasing in fame you were in an amazing relationship with an amazing man. Pedro was becoming the leading man in Hollywood with roles from The Bubble to The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent and he became the top notch actor when he was cast in the leading role of a lifetime as Joel Miller in The Last of Us.

Crazy schedules between the both of you became the new norm for the both of you. Even though you had gotten used to the hectic schedule, it was taking a toll on your relationship and the spark wasn’t there as it used to be. While he was in Calgary filming, you had decided to go visit him because you had the weekend off. You wanted to speak to Pedro about the concerns you had.

It was a cold spring day when you arrived in Calgary. You had called his assistant to check his schedule so that you could surprise him. They led you to his apartment that he was staying at in Calgary and you just waited for him to arrive. It was going to be a while until he arrived so you took advantage and took a nap.

The next day….

You were awoken by the sound of a key entering the door knob. You quickly react and look at your watch and it shows 6am the next day. What had turned out to be a couple of hours ended up being the next day. You were only going to be there 3 days and you just lost one whole day.

As he walked towards the living room he saw you on the sofa and was shocked by your presence.

“Babe? What are you doing here?”

Slowly getting up from the sofa, you gave him a kiss to greet him. “Well, I came to surprise you and I had asked your assistant what your schedule was and she had told me that it was only a couple of hours of shooting so I decided to wait here for you. I laid down and I fell asleep.”

Pedro looked tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

“Yeah we had a long shoot and we finished a couple of hours ago. I just came straight here.”

Bothered by his response “Did your assistant tell you that there was something for you at the apartment?”

“I mean they did but I didn't know it was you. Why didn’t you just call me?”

“Well you barely called or text me today, Pedro, or I would have just told you.”

Pedro slumped himself into the sofa and didn’t look at you. It had been almost a month since the last time the both of you had seen each other.

You got up and faced him:

“Ok something is going on. Pedro, is something wrong with you? Are you ok?”

It was in that moment as tired as he was that he told you that he thinks that the both of you need space. He felt at the moment that with everything going between the both of you and careers that it was best that you take some time apart to concentrate on your careers. Asking when he came to that realization and he expressed that he had been thinking about it for a couple of months but didn’t want to break your heart and never had the moment to tell you. Unexpected by the words and really shocked that he wanted to end the relationship, you didn’t wait to react. You quickly grab your stuff and leave the apartment without saying a word to Pedro and head back to the airport to catch the first flight back to New York.

You hadn’t shed a tear yet since the bad news and you were just building it up inside until you arrived at the apartment.

Current day…

“Ready to go A?”

“What? Umm yeah. I'm just grabbing my purse.”

Slowly passing your finger on the frame that held that selfie picture from your first date. The last tear you would shed comes down your cheek and was quickly wiped away as you place the frame back on the stand.

“I’m ready. Let’s go Chloe, I need to get out of this place.”

Four years of memories all cramped into luggage. You took one last look at the apartment as you unclipped the apartment key from your keys and placed it on the table stand. Not leaving a note was the best thing you did. Before you shut the lights and closed the door, you took one last look and quietly said “Goodbye old life” and shut the door.

3 months later ……

Award season had commenced and you were busy attending the majority of events. Solo of course. Pedro hadn’t mentioned to the media about the breakup and neither did you. Every red carpet you attended, when a question was asked about him, you would just lie and say he was busy filming in Calgary and that was the reason he couldn't attend. With every question that was asked about him, you would swallow your emotions and try your best to not let it get to you.

The Emmys finally arrived and it was the event you had been anticipating. It ended up being the best night of your life because you won the Emmy you were nominated for. While everyone was expecting Pedro to be there, you brought your assistant as your date to the awards show. Looking beautiful in a gorgeous gown, you walk up the stairs to the podium to accept your award. In your speech, you were able to thank everyone - friends, family, cast, and agent, but no mention of Pedro. You returned to your seat where you would look at your phone which had endless missed calls and text messages but the one text or call that you really wanted never came in. Disappointed as you were, it wasn't going to let you drag the night. Arriving back to your hotel at 4am from celebrating in the after parties, right before you jump into your bed, the phone dings with a new text message. When you take a look you were surprised by who it was:

New Text Message 4:30am - Pedro - “Congrats A! You deserve it. All my love. P”

The message was there staring back at you. Should you text back? Should you not? Every single question arises from this one text from him but in the end you shut the phone off and went to sleep.

The next two months you were filming in Venice for a new movie with Bradley Cooper. Keeping busy keeps you focused and not thinking about Pedro. A month into filming you had seen Pedro’s instagram that he was also in Venice filming a new commercial for a video game. But while the temptation was there for the both of you, neither one texted or called each other to meet up. While the gossip columns were creating rumors that there was an off screen romance with Bradley Cooper, and that he was your rebound from Pedro, you were always to laugh when you would hear such ridiculous rumors.

You were asked to be a presenter at the Oscars, which was an amazing and exciting opportunity for you. Looking your best was your number one priority. Valentino had called you up and wanted to dress you for the event which made you excited, but also more nervous about going. When they presented you a rough draft of the dress, you were amazed by the presentation of the dress and how it showed off all your curves, which was exactly what you were looking for.

A week before you were told that the last batch of presenters were announced, lo and behold, Pedro Pascal is one of them. In the height of his fame, between all his projects, of course he would be a presenter. A knot in your stomach came about from the news.

Will he speak to me?

Will he bring someone?

Oscar Day…

Oscar prep day was mayhem. You spent the whole day prepping. Immense pressure was building up as this was a once in a lifetime event and you wanted to look your ultimate best. Nerves were starting to creep as you settled in behind the SUV. Your hands were slick with sweat from nerves of going to this and at the same time seeing Pedro for the first since the breakup. As the SUV arrived at the Roosevelt Hotel, you felt like throwing up. Not only were you nervous about being here, you were tormented by the fact of running into him after so much time. As the driver walks around to open the door, one word pops out as you slowly whisper to yourself.

“Showtime”

The door is open and the whole audience looks at you and starts screaming and shouting your name. As you walked to the carpet you put on the biggest smile and wave to the crowd.

Chloe had prepped you on what to do and where to go on the carpet. It felt like a video game that you had to battle through and get to the finish line. The finish line was the champagne carpet. Making your way through the red carpet, you took pictures with your fans and made your way through the interviewing portion. Still feeling overwhelmed and starstruck, the nerves kick into high gear when you arrive at your first reporter. The typical questions were asked:

“How are you doing?”

“Who are you wearing?”

“Who are you excited to see?”

The first two sets of interviews went by like a breeze. The champagne carpet was getting closer and closer as you finished each interview. No personal questions had been asked, but you were dreading the questions that would come from Entertainment Tonight. They would typically ask gossip questions and it wasn’t so much about the fashion. The interview started smooth:

“Anna, you look stunning. One of the best dressed of the night! I’m sure everyone’s jaws dropped as soon as you walked on the red carpet.”

“Well, thank you for that. It’s all the work of my amazing team that helped me get ready.”

“Are we riding solo tonight?” - the question she was dreaded to be asked.

“Well, by date if you mean this nice Bulgari necklace that came along with the bodyguard then no I am not riding solo.” The interviewer laughed at your response and followed up with another question.

“Speaking of solo, there has been speculation that you and Pedro were possibly back together since the both of you are here today. Is that rumor true or should we put the rumor to rest?”

You instantly cringed.

“Well I didn't know that he was coming tonight. Whatever happened between myself and Pedro is for us to keep private. It was a mutual decision to just stay friends. I am sure we will bump into each other tonight and we will be able to catch up. I know he has been busy the past couple of months so it will be great to see him.”

The reporter turned to the camera while you stared at her in the background “Well guys, there's a shot for you now. Good luck to all.” You giggled at her comment as she turned back to you.

“Before you go, I want to congratulate you on the movie you are doing with Bradley Cooper.”

“Oh thank you.”

“I heard there was a romance. With everything that has gone with your personal life, how did you get ready for this role?”

“With everything that has changed in my life the past year, whether professionally or personally, I have been able to use that experience and incorporated that into this role. Filming this movie has been a learning experience and being around veteran actors like Bradley has helped me become a better actor.”

“Well, that is going to be an amazing movie and I cannot wait to see it! Thank you so much and have a great evening.”

The interview concluded and a huge relief fell off your shoulders. The champagne carpet was next and then you are home free. The Champagne Carpet was just all photographers flashing lights and screaming your name to take different angles of you. Carefully, you walked to where there was a star placed on the floor which was where you were to stand. Everyone was completely mesmerized by your appearance. The stunning silk red beaded dress hugged all your curves. The dress featured a leg slit that was bound to make people’s jaw drop. To finish your look, you wore a matching necklace along with a pair of red stunner heels. As you posed for pictures, the paparazzi started screaming for your attention.

“Lady in red! Hey Anna over here!”

“Anna! Anna! Over here please!”

Feeling in the moment, you didn’t care who was calling your name. You made sure that every angle was taken of you and your gorgeous dress.

As you were finalizing the last couple of shots, a change of phase was done and all of sudden the name you didn’t expect to hear was starting to be shouted.

“Pedro! Pedro! Pedro!”

With a smile on your face as pictures were taken of you, you just felt frozen and wanted to quickly get out of there. There he was, a few feet from you. You felt your blood was rushing from your head to your heart. Seeing him for the first time since the day you ran out of the Calgary apartment reminded you that whatever life you had shared with him in the past was just the past.

Taking a quick glance you saw him looking remarkably handsome. His hair was slicked back. He was wearing a fitted black tailored tuxedo with a white stand-collar shirt. Rings? Were those rings he was wearing? He reminded you of Dieter Bravo role with the rings. He had a ring on his left hand like a wedding band. Did he get married? Your chest started to compress on thinking that thought and not knowing if that was true. Did he come with a date? His wife?

In a split second, you swallowed a sigh of relief.

“Javiera, big smile! What is it like coming with your brother?”

“Javiera! Pedro! Over here!”

Chloe noticed that you were trying to get out of there and quickly called your name before you cracked under pressure. You noticed from the corner of your eye that Pedro was starting to head to you and Chloe grabbed you so fast to take you out that Pedro didn’t catch your attention.

“Anna, everything ok?” Your eyes wandered again back to Pedro as you saw him still taking pictures.

“Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go inside.” You nodded your head as it made you believe your flat out lie you were telling yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was to give the press newsworthy gossip.

Luckily, they placed the both of you in different areas in the theater so there was no interaction between you. During the ceremony, you would engage and fangirl with all the celebrities that you met. Despite trying not to cross paths with Pedro, you had an overall good time at the ceremony.

Few hours later, after the ceremony

If there was an after party that one had to be invited to, it was the Vanity Fair party. You made your way through the carpet and into the party. Once you were given directions and you were inside the party, you headed straight to the bar to grab a drink.

“Rum and coke please?”

As you were waiting for a drink a strong hand grasped your wrist. You instantly turned and were taken back by who was in front of you.

“Oh shit did I scare you? I'm so sorry.” Pedro directed you.

Completely off guard, you grinned at him. In that moment, you really wanted to fall into his arms and give him the biggest kiss, but held back. Though you were still hurting from the breakup you were still in love with him.

You laughed “No way! You didn’t scare me.”

He started getting giddy and sounded nervous as he complimented how you looked. As the place started getting crowded, Pedro moved closer to you.

“How have you been? I know we haven’t spoken since that day. I have been wanting to reach out but I figured you didn’t want to talk to me.”

Looking directly into his eyes and not wanting to let your emotions out, you respond to his comment to be as real as it could get.

“I've been fine. Keeping myself busy with work.”

“I noticed. Your movie with Bradley looks amazing. I’m really proud of you. You have come so far from being an extra on Mando.”

You gave him a meaningful smile. The music started getting louder and it was getting difficult to talk or hear each other. Pedro got even closer and now he was inches from your face. He slowly moved his lips over to you and whispered “I would like to catch up with you if that’s ok with you? Save me a dance ok?”

It was clear both of you wanted each other. As he gradually touched your arm a shock came across the both of you.

“Ouch! Are you ok A?”

Rubbing your arm from that tingling sensation you laugh and smile at him.

“I guess we always shock ourselves.”

The party was electric. Champagne was flowing from wall to wall. Award winners were showing off their new accessory to everyone who was in attendance, while you enjoyed partying it up on the dance floor. Pedro was sitting close by and his eyes were on you as you danced with everyone in your vicinity. You knew he was watching, so you took the chance to dance the best way that would attract his attention. His close presence wasn’t going to let you ruin your night. The DJ was on point with the music that they were playing when all of a sudden the dj drops “Let’s Go Crazy.”

Shit, Oh no! This is one of his favorite songs!

Right when the first verse commenced, you felt a strong grip grab and turn you around.

“Can I have this dance?” You nodded. He grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. The both of you sway to the rhythm of the music. You place your arms around his shoulders, bringing you closer to each other. Everyone is for sure looking at the both of you. As the music continues, both of you had your eyes locked on each other. Things were heating between the both of you. His lips looked so delicious and you want to take a bite of it. The tension between you was orgasmic, making you breathless when the song abruptly ends.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. You nod your head up and down. He lays his hand on your side and brings you closer and places his lips on yours. It had been seven months since you last kissed him and yet this kiss felt like the first time he kissed you on that first date.

Backing away from him you realize this was wrong.

“I miss you A,” he quietly told you.

Seemingly confused, you let go of hands. He was probably talking nonsense. It was clear that the both of you wanted each other and alcohol was not helping the situation. He inched closer towards you again and glided his hand down your back, his fingers warm where your skin was exposed, pulling you closer to try and kiss you again.

“I can’t do this.”

Picking up your dress, you headed outside to get some air. The air felt crisp as you placed your hands on the edge of the balcony rail looking out to the flashing LA lights. Your chest started compacting. Breathing was becoming shorter. The lights were starting to become extremely bright and you were losing sense of what was going on with you and started to feel like you were going to faint.

Were you losing your mind?

Were you having a panic attack?

Did you drink too much?

Don’t make a scene at the Oscars. You can’t be on the front page.

Placing your hand on your chest, you quickly tried to calm yourself when suddenly Pedro saw and quickly ran towards you.

“Hey, hey! Look at me. It’s me. It’s me. Breathe, baby girl! Breathe, baby girl!” He slowly placed his hands on your cheeks as you looked into his eyes to calm down. The breathing started to slow back down, the flashing lights started to dim and come back to normal. Pedro grabbed you carefully and sat you down as he went to grab you some water. After a couple of breaths, you felt reality slowly coming back to you.

He hands you the glass and sits next to you.

“Are you ok?’’

You nodded.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong? Was it the kiss?”

“No, no. The kiss was ….” you paused and turned to look at his gorgeous face. “It was amazing. It reminded me of when we first kissed. But it just felt wrong.”

He slowly grabs your hands and your fingers intertwine with his.

“I miss you, A. What I did was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let you go.” His eyes are pleading and wide just like a lost dog wanting to be loved again.

Your heart starts to race. “P, I don’t think I can do this again.”

“Why not?” As he continued to plead to you. “You don’t love me anymore? That kiss that we had back there showed me that there is still something between us. Don’t you want that again?”

“Pedro, you decided to end this relationship. When I came back to New York I cried for you. I didn't know what to do or how to feel about myself.” Your heart starts racing even more and the tension is rising but you didn’t want to make a scene in front of people, so you hold yourself together.

“Look. I didn’t come to this event hoping to see you after all this time. I just can’t deal with this. You're just too late Pedro.”

As you start to walk away from him, he grabs you once again. “You don’t mean that A,” he tells you with his glossy eyes. “I wasn’t thinking right when I told you that.” He doesn’t make eye contact with you. “I was just tired and overwhelmed by everything going on with my life. This show is brutal and kicking my ass but I want it to be perfect. I just lost myself in it. Everyday I woke up and I felt out of place. I feel empty inside and it's because you aren’t with me.”

Visually upset, you rush towards him. “P, you could have talked to me, told me how you feel. I could have taken days off from the show to be together. But you didn’t do that. You just decided not to be with me. Four years! Four years of growing and experiencing life moments together and all for what? I don’t want to be with someone that can’t be open and then leaves them high and dry when things become difficult. I just can’t do that and I'm done with this.”

Wanting to get out of there, you quickly pick up your dress and started heading back towards the party, when you feel a hand pulling your shoulder around, spinning your whole body the opposite direction. His lips pushed against yours and his hands rested on your cheeks. You pull back after what felt like an eternity and look at his face. What you saw were sad eyes that made your heart ache. “A, I need you, I love you and I’m sorry.” You just needed to say it back.

Say it.

You need him, you love him and you forgive him.

But you don’t want to get hurt again. You slowly give his hands a slight squeeze and let them go.

“I love you P but I just can’t.” Your voice cracks as a tear finally gives way and slips down the side of your face as you walked past him, leaving Pedro all alone in the balcony as you disappeared into the crowd.

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Summary: Hangman is back from a three month TAD. However, when he comes home he discovers you have done some redecorating concerning the pictures in the house. You know it’s because of your insecurities, but he comes to some different conclusions.

Pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Wife!Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings: Angst, Self image issues, Smut, BDSM dynamics. Lightly edited. MINORS DNI 18+

A/N: I don’t really write anymore, however I am too in love and inspired by this man so here we are. I hope you enjoy it. It’s actually Jake “husband” Seresin in this one folks. Thanks for giving it a read if you do.

Jake liked to surprise you when he came home sometimes. He would know generally when he was coming home. However flying back from the other side of the world wasn’t always easy, this was one of those times. He had only been able to tell you a week when he would be home.

The last you had heard from him had been a grainy FaceTime call last week saying he would be home in a few days. So, you weren’t entirely prepared when you heard the front door to your house open and a heavy bag fall onto the floor from where you were cooking and cleaning in the kitchen.

“Honey I’m home,” that familiar Texas drawl called out and you dropped everything in your hands. Sprinting down the hallway, you met Jake who was rushing into your arms. The two of you hugged tightly and you breathed him in gripping him so tight you were surprised that he didn’t complain.

He pulled away from your hug only so that he could cup your face and kiss you. You deepened the kiss almost immediately reveling the feel of his tongue twisting with yours. It didn’t take Jake any time to walk you backwards until you were pressed against a wall still kissing furiously.

This wasn’t your first homecoming together, and it wouldn’t be your last, but the joy at seeing him again never changed. Finally he pulled away from you but a grin was engulfing his face.

“Hi,” you whispered. You were tracing a pattern on his neck wearing a grin to match his own.

“Hello there,” he whispered back, making you laugh and kiss him again.

A few minutes later he was scarfing down some food in the kitchen that you had just finished making and you had glued yourself to his side unable to be more than a few feet away from him at the moment.

When he finished eating he turned to you with a grin, and you took that to mean you could start covering him in kisses again.

“I am so gross from travel.”

“I don’t care,” you quickly told him.

He sighed then shaking his head at you, “ I do care.” He had just finished putting his dishes away in the dishwasher and you still had the urge to be all over him . Thats was when he broached on a topic you were in no way ready to deal with.

“Baby are you painting, or redecorating, or something?” Jake asked confused looking around the bare entry, living room, and dining room.

You weren’t entirely paying attention yet though your hands were preoccupied with unbuttoning his shirt. His large hands circled around your wrist before you could finish pushing it off his shoulders.

“ The house is pretty much empty, and all our pictures are gone,” he said. One of his thumbs tracing your pulse point softly, making your heart race even faster.

Jake loved pictures. He was always ready to snap pictures at a moments notices and his camera role was often over flowing. He didn’t limit himself to his phone either, his collection of cameras and passion for photography had been an unexpected thing you learned about him when you started dating. The two of you even converted one of the basement rooms of your house into a darkroom for him to develop film when you moved in.

You stared stubbornly at his beautiful chest instead of answering at first. It was much tanner than the last time you had seen him in person. The middle east sun he got on deployments darkened his skin even more than the summers you two would spend on beaches here. He always came home more in shape than when he left. You knew working out was one of the best options to keep busy on a deployment, but it did seem a bit ridiculous. Who had given this man the right to be even more gorgeous? You didn’t know why you had hoped that your changes in decor during the three and a half month TAD he was gone would go unnoticed. Some form of denial most likely.

“Oh yeah. I am starting to shuffle stuff around and redecorate,” you finally told him. Dragging your eyes away from his abs and slowly up the exposed parts of his chest. Then you traced over his neck and lips, the shape of his face. At last meeting his sparkling eyes and trying to force the most genuine smile on your face that you could. He was staring intently at you, and the semipermanent smile lines he had on his face drifted from your sight and you knew you were not successful in your lie.

You expected him to push the issue, but instead he simply kissed you again. It was a soft press of his lips this time though, none of the heat that there had been previously.

“I am going to jump in the shower would you like to join me?” he asked you instead.

“No, I need to finish cleaning up but I’ll be up to bed after.”

Jake quirked an eyebrow at your response, considering moments ago you had been all over him, but again he decided to let you be. Even when you love someone it can be hard to remold yourself together after so much time apart.

Hangman kissed your forehead gently, and then made his way to your master bedroom. After a few minutes you heard the shower come on accompanied by a muffled Hangman’s favorite playlist coming from the other side of the house. True to your word, you finished the dishes in the kitchen and made sure everything was wiped down. When you had finished and there was nothing else to do your eyes drifted over to the former photo wall in-between the kitchen and dinning room. Your stomach flipped slightly thinking about it again.

You had taken all the photos and frames and canvases off the wall weeks ago. At first you had just pulled all of the ones of that had you in them, leaving some of the photos of you and Jake together, and all of the photos of him remained. Then after another week, you decide to pull off more of them, that featured you. The last month and a half of his deployment it had really just been his handsome face smiling out at you, and some of his scenic shoots.

Finally just a few days ago when Jake had told you he was coming home you panicked. Instead of hanging up all the frames you pulled down, you rushed to pull down the remaining photos. You told yourself this way it wouldn't look too odd, and had stored them with the rest of the collection in the hallway closet tucked way into several boxes.

It had really just started with a bad day, and seeing yourself in the photos was too much. It wasn’t that you thought the photos were wrong in how they captured you. It was more like you didn’t want the reminder of it all— of how you looked. The fight for self love wasn’t an easy one, especially not when being with Jake. The man was an Adonis, and he worked hard to be that way. Sure he also had some good genetics to help him along the way, but it was more than just that.

Triple checking there were no other chores to be done and that you had finished. You pulled your mind away from the issues of the last few months and made your way back to your bedroom. You didn’t hear the shower running anymore, but you didn’t hear anything coming from the room at all. Not music, TV, or any of the podcast Jake loved to listen to before bed.

When you entered your room you were surprised to see all the lights still on. Jake was sitting on your bed wearing the ridiculous robe you had gotten him back when you were still dating. It was short, and silky. He wore it because it made you laugh, and though he would never admit it, he also thought it was comfortable. He had made fun of Schmidt's robe when the two of you watched NewGirl, an action that had prompting you to get him something similar. Then he surprised you by actually wearing it often. You hadn’t expected him to actually ever use it, but then again, Jake “Hangman” Seresin was the kind of man who continually proved preconceived notions about him wrong.

The small smile that made its way on your lips at seeing him back in your bed again was quickly over shadowed, seeing the stiff military posture. Hangman was perched on the edge of your bed, feet planted firmly to the ground. His back was a hard line and his arms were slightly tensed. He looked like he expected an admiral to walk in for a room check. The seriousness of his body language reflecting on his face as well.

“Are you okay baby?” you asked him with no hesitation. He had been staring at his hands, but his eyes swept up to catch yours across the room. You were frozen in place by the hurt you saw in them. Learning to read Jake’s eyes wasn’t hard, they were always his tell. His eyes were the place that could give away how he was really feeling. Even times he threw on that cocky smirk to try and hide something from you, the depths of his eyes would tell you the whole story. This was not one of those nights though, he made no attempt to hide the emotions behind his actions, searing your soul.

“ No,” he said plainly. There it was, matching everything else about him, a stiff clipped voice like he was addressing a superior officer, or this was a briefing over a failed mission. The tone rung something in you, and you immediately crossed the room unfrozen by his words. You sat next to him on the bed reaching for his hand, but he pulled it further away from you.

You couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, Jake had denied physical contact between you. His jaw was clenched and you traced over his face the upset look. Again trying to glean more information from the limited context you had.

“ What’s wrong?” you asked him gently.

“ I think I should be the one asking that,” he snapped back. There was a heavy pause, where you waited for more explanation. Then he said, “ It looks like you aren’t married.”

Your jaw physically dropped down trying to process his words. “What?"

“Every single photo of us in this house is gone. I may have been willing to believe you were redecorating, but there isn’t anything of us. Of me. Anywhere.” You watched as his eyes left his hands to flash towards his bedside table which was sitting empty except for a lamp. Panic suddenly filled your chest, sitting heavy making it feel hard to breathe.

Jake kept a framed picture of you from the night he proposed and you got engaged. He loved the photo of you, and had it proudly displayed on his bedside table. He had taken it on one of his classic film cameras and it was the first role he had processed in your home’s darkroom. The photo showed you and the ring he had taken months picking out off; in it you had been wearing the same flimsy robe he was wearing right now, and you hadn’t even been looking into the camera. When he took it you had been straddling him staring into his eyes rather than the camera. The photo that was currently stashed underneath the same bed the two of you were sitting. You personally did not find it a flattering photo, but you had never had the heart to tell him that.

“Are you cheating on me?” he asked you finally, seemingly tired of waiting for you to say something. Shock was flooding your system short circuiting every possible response you were trying to come up with. You had never even guessed he would ever even think such a thing possible.

“Jake, no,” you finally managed to squeak out.

“Are you leaving me?” He still had that cold military voice. Like this conversation was him gathering intel, so he could best choose how to proceed with a mission.

“ I would never.”

“Are you mad at me? Or trying to tell me you’re unhappy with our marriage? I know I can be gone a lot, but we-“

You cut him off sharply there, “Jake, no stop. Please stop. No, none of that.” Each question he asked made the pit that had been building in your stomach grow deeper.

“Then why? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know how to explain.”

“Explain what? Please baby, you have to give me something. I can’t be flying in the dark.” His voice cracked and the anguish there broke your own resolve as well. Months and really years of emotion coming to the surface and starting to bubble out of you.

“I hate these pictures. I hate every single one of them. It’s not just your photography. I hate every single picture of me that has ever been taken. Everyone I have ever seen, and even the ones I haven’t. Then you were gone, and they were all staring at me. I had to take them down.” You sucked in a rapid breath.

“I don’t photograph well. You know that Jake, and you are amazing. As hot as a fucking model in every picture, which I love. I love you. But I can’t stand to have to see myself immortalized on our walls when I look the way I do next to you.” Frustrated tears pricked at the edge of your eyes and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep them from falling. Your lips started to wobble and you took some deep breaths trying to get some semblance of control back of your emotions. The confession left you feeling raw.

“Baby, you’re beautiful.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better Jake. I’m not. I know you love me for a million things beyond my looks. But it would be nice if you could just admit I’m not a beautiful attractive woman.”

He looked at a loss for what to say not knowing how to handle the situation.“I’m not going to lie to you. Or feed into your delusions.”

“Yes but you do lie to me all the time. They aren’t delusions, can’t you acknowledge that? I have eyes Jake. I know what beautiful people look like. I know what I look like. I can do the fucking math.” The tears fall from your eyes and you scrubbed them away harshly, taking a ragged gasping breath trying to calm down your emotions.

“ I don’t know what to say. I disagree with you. I think you’re beautiful, I really do.”

“ You are the one making me delusional trying to make me believe that’s actually true. Does it make you feel better? Or give you some kind of satisfaction to fool me? Saying I’m beautiful to my face, because that’s what you’re supposed to say to the woman who sucks your cock even though you don’t believe it yourself either.”

You knew this conversation was bad, that after three months apart the first thing you were doing when finally seeing him again was picking a fight. However, you couldn’t stop yourself the emotions of hurt, anger and frustration pounded through your veins, pushing right past boundaries you normally would have maintained. Fury replaced all other emotions in Jake’s face at your words. His lips thinned into a tight flat line and eyebrows creased together.

“ You think I would lie to you for what? Some sexual favor? I was telling you how stunning you were before we had even kissed, let alone slept together.” The anger in Hangman’s voice was no longer veiled and his hands were pressed into his knees so hard the knuckles were starting to turn white.

“That’s not true, and I know it isn’t.” You let out a few dry chuckles, absolutely no joy or humor behind the sound. Suddenly you stood up from the bed unwilling to sit so close to him during this conversation.The change in position empowered you, standing over Jake now. You pointed at him accusingly. “ You know, I heard you tell something to your friends back when we first started dating. You said to them that I’m cute and unique.That my photos can’t really do me justice, for all my talents and qualities.”

He scoffed rolling his eyes at your phrasing “No. I did not say it that way. And I certainly didn’t mean it in this convoluted fucked up way you have made up to feed into your insecurities.”

“ Sure you didn’t Jake,” you were the one rolling your eyes now.

“ What do you want me to say?”

Tears were fully streaming down your face now, and you already felt tightness of the skin around your eyes as they started to puff.

“ You don’t have to say anything. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I wouldn’t cheat on you. I’m not… I don’t know why that would even cross your mind. I wouldn’t turn anyone else’s eye. I still question how I caught your eye in the first place. And no one has ever turned my head like you do. There isn’t anything else to say.”

That tick in his jaw was notched again, those eyes searing into yours. It was a staring contest then, one you were determined to win. You were at a disadvantage though, stray tears still burning, begging to be blinked away, and the sudden adrenaline of the unexpected fight starting to wane. His unblinking eyes only showed resolve and determination the longer the unspoken contest went on. You weren’t sure if moments or minutes passed between you two, when your breaths had less of a hitch in them and you finally lowered your eyes to examine the floor between you two.

Jake had been patiently waiting for you to break, and now that you finally had backed down he stood to his full hight from the bed. You didn’t take your eyes off the floor though not wanting to look up at him yet.

“Have you said everything you would like to say?” He asked you. He voice was soft then, sweet even.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding your head.

“ Good,” he said in that same tone, “You say there isn’t anything to say, I don’t agree with that. But will you let me show you something then? Let me prove you wrong?”

You worked your lip in-between your teeth, trying to evaluate your emotional state, not sure if you could handle the sort of thing you knew he was getting ready to propose. He still hadn’t touched you but you could feel the warmth of him so close almost tickling you.

“Its okay if you want to say no baby. If that's the case though, then I want to make us an appointment with Dr. Smith for whenever she can fit us in, if you feel like we can’t talk about this or work through it.”

You nearly blanched at the mention of your therapist. You and Jake had done a few couples sessions in the past, but these insecurities weren’t really something you wanted to talk about with him and your therapist at the same time, in the same room.You also didn’t want Jake to know you had been canceling your therapy appointments for nearly the last two months. That wasn’t something that you wanted to also get into a fight about tonight.

All that being said though you knew you could tell Jake you wanted to drop the subject and just go to bed, and he would. He would put on boxers and slide into bed not crossing a single boundary you set between you without consent. You knew this because Jake Seresin was a good man. Even more than that, you knew we was a great man to you.

“ I don’t know,” you finally whispered, now you suddenly just wanted to touch him. He had been gone for three months.

You felt the calloused fingers of his right hand under your chin and ever so gently nudge your face upwards so that his eyes could consume yours again. “Why don’t you take a cold shower, otherwise you will get a headache,” One of his fingers brushed the swollen skin under your eyes, just grazing the skin. It was a ghost touch one you weren’t sure was real. “ The water will help you clam down too. Then you can take your time to decide if you would like to join me in the basement tonight.”

He lingered only for a moment, you could tell that he wanted to kiss you. You also knew that this fight, what you revealed to him had deeply disturbed him. He went into your shared walk in closet then, you watched him. He reemerged, wearing silky black pajama pants and nothing else. They hung low on his waist showing off his sculpted chest, abs, and the v oh his hips that suddenly made your mouth water.

“ Taking a shower wasn’t a suggestion,” he told you raising an eyebrow clearly displeased to see you in the same spot he had left you.

His gaze was heavy on you as you went into the attached bathroom. It didn’t take you long to strip down and stand under cool water. You stood there letting the water soothe the emotions that had been racing through you. It did help you calm down and, you felt a flush of embarrassment at how the first night back with Jake had turned out.

You had missed him, so much. Standing under the cold water, the flush in your skin didn’t completely go away though as you thought about his offer, to give him anything he desired despite your own insecurities. It was enticing, and thinking about his toned chest and the smooth feel of his skin earlier was enough for you to make up your mind.

It didn’t take you much longer to step out of the shower, put on some lotion and wash your face with more cool water ensuring the puffiness around your eyes had receded. You threw on a simple night dress knowing it probably wouldn’t stay on you long and started to trek downstairs.

The stairs to the basement of your home was well lit and inviting. Unlike what one might expect it was a maintained furnished and usable space. It had a large family room, a bathroom and two additional spare rooms, one was Jake’s dark room, and the other was a playroom, though usually when Jake called it that it made you want to wrinkle your nose in distaste.

Soft music was playing which helped ease your nerves, and then finally you took a steadying breath, not sure what Jake might have waiting for you in the playroom after such an odd fight.

It was a clear set rule that revenge had absolutely no place in your sex life. It was one of the rules actually put into place by Hangman, when you first discussed bedroom and BDSM boundaries when your relationship had started to get more serious.

He had left the door slightly ajar for you, so that you wouldn’t have to actually open it. Instead you just had to push it further open so you could slip inside. When you stepped into the room he was there.

There wasn’t a bed in the room, you both had decided against it. There was however a plush love couch which Jake had made himself comfortable on. The room also featured a swing, a cross mounted on the wall, a table, and other odds and ends for play. It also had a few too many mirrors for your taste, on the wall with the closet and the ceiling.

“Hi baby,” He said after noticing you. He had a bundle of rope in his hands that he had been knotting. Your bottom lip caught in your teeth for a second at the sight of it. He may have been a pilot, but the man was still in the Navy and he certainly knew his way around some rope.

“Hi.”

He smiled gently at you and stood up from where he had been sitting, the rope falling abandoned by his feet. Jake held his arms open for you waiting expectantly. It only took you a moment to reach his embrace. Your arms wrapped tightly around his bare chest hugging him close. His arms folded you closer to him holding you tight. The strong pressure of the hug eased the nerves that had been bubbling inside of you.

Jake hummed contently having you in his arms and made no move to break the hug. However, once you started to feel at ease your hands started to trace along his back slowly, mapping out the skin and muscles there. You nuzzled his neck with your nose breathing in his scent, still clean and smelling faintly of the sandalwood aftershave he liked to use.

Your hand brushed lower skimming the top of his waist band but then one of his hands stopped you. Hangman trapped your own hand with his then threaded your fingers closely together.

“Now, now baby. No touching before we establish what we are doing.”

Rolling your eyes you nod agreeing and pressing your nose into his neck again, while tightening your fingers against his. Humming instead of really answering him.

“You know our rules?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Is the light system okay with you tonight?” he asked kissing your forehead.

“ Yes Sir,” you confirmed again.

He let out a heavy breath and then pulled his hand away from yours using it to trace up your back and grip the back of your neck. “Anything else I need to know for tonight baby?”

“I don’t think I can…” you trailed off not finishing your sentence you worked your lip in between your teeth.

“Yes, what is it?” he asked gently. You didn’t respond at first just thinking about your response.

“If you can’t be honest and open with me, we can’t do this.” Jake said when you didn’t say anything after he gave you a moment. “ That is rule number one.”

“ I know the rules,” you told him quickly. Then a moment more, “I don’t want any pain play,” you finally told him. He had been gone too long, and you were still too wound up and sensitive from the fight you had just finished. The idea of pain play just didn’t sound appealing to you at this time.

“Okay, I understand. Thank you for sharing that with me baby. Anything else?” There was absolutely no judgment or anger in his voice, and the small part of you that had been worried felt at ease again.

“No,” you said shaking your head and answering his question.

“Okay then, I think it’s only fair that since you got rid of all my pictures I get to have some new ones.” Jake grinned at you and gently pushed you down onto the couch.

Jake stepped away from you and strolled out of the room coming back less than a minute later. He had one of his cameras in hand now its’ strap draped across his neck. Jake made his way back to you on the couch and started gently giving you instructions on how he wanted to you positioned to pose.

Finally when Jake was pleased with how you were he pulled his camera up to take the first picture and adjusting the lens for the lighting to focus. “Is this okay?” he asked you first again. You shifted a few times under the new heavy weight of the camera eye glaring down onto you before finally nodding your head yes to him.

The first flash of the camera made you jump, and so did the second two. However, after a few more and by the time Jake had positioned you into two more poses, giving you more and more praise you started to feel a bit more at ease.

“ You are so fucking stunning,” he said in a breathy tone his face partially obscured by the camera. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes instinctively at the praise. Jake’s hands instantly dropped the camera so it fell against his chest.

“ Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“No Sir,” you quickly tell him. Jake lifted your face so that your eyes would meet his again, his thumb tracing lightly back against your jaw.

“Don’t lie to me, my love. Now be honest, did you roll your eyes?” His eyes were tender but his raised eyebrow told you there would be consequences no matter your answer.

“I’m sorry Sir.”

He tsked his tongue, and pressed his thumb to your lips and you kissed it automatically. Before you could do anything else his hand retreated.

“Don’t roll them again baby. I don’t want to punish you tonight.”

The inner brat in you wanted to stick out your tongue and pout, however you held the urge back. You had agreed no pain play but you knew there were plenty of there ways he could punish you. So, instead you settled back into the pose that he originally had you in.

“That is my good girl.” The rush of his praise caused a flush and heat to bloom in you. Watching him slowly raise the camera again. “ Let’s try this again. Now look into the camera.” The camera flashed but you made sure not to flinch or move this time. You didn’t roll your eyes at the follow up praise he provided either.

He kneeled in front of you, and you spread your legs so that he could fit in between them. His left hand pushed the hem of your dress up slowly. When he reached the dip of your thighs his hands wandering for a moment brushing your inner thighs sliding up them before helping you lift your self up a little bit so that he could push it further up. The moment he reached your chest though he stopped again to cup each of your breast, and trace the shape of your nipple. Your breath hitched and you pushed yourself a little further into his hold.

Jake’s eyes immediately shifted to yours and finished pushing your night dress off and threw it to the side. His eyes fell to stare at your now naked form.

“God you are so beautiful. I’m going to make you my pin up baby, put you right on the side of my plane.” The genuineness in Jake’s tone made you chuckle. Before the smile had completely fell off your face Jake had snapped another picture.

“These are just for me,” he said reassuringly. He pulled off the camera strap now, and set it to the side. Then he kissed your thigh slotting himself there and pushing your legs further open. he groaned at the sight in front of him.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” he asked you teasingly.

“Please touch me Sir. “

He hummed like he was in thought but he swipe two of his fingers across your slit while doing so. He then set those two fingers on your clit. He didn’t apply pressure though. You pushed your hips a little hoping to encourage him. He smirked up at you before dipping his fingers lower into your slit once agin this time coating them in your slick. Then he reapplied them to your clit, adding pressure this time, but it was still wasn’t enough causing you to whimper.

“ Fuck, I missed your sounds.” Jake told you following the claim by a light bite to the thigh he had his head resting on. He continued his light teasing touches, watching the frustration grown in you, never dropping his teasing smile. He paired the slow swirling of his right hand with running the left upwards to tweak a nipple. His pace was restrained and he made no move to increase it.

“You’re teasing me,” you accuse him.

“ Oh baby I’m going to worship you, but you’re going to have to give me something.”

“Yes, what is it Sir?”

He pressed his fingers a little harder into your bud making you gasp. “ I want you to look at yourself in these mirrors, and tell me how beautiful you are.”

Some of the arousal ebbed in you at his demand. Not being able to handle the intensity of Jake’s eyes boring into yours, you shut your own trying to enjoy the teasing light touches he was still giving you.

“Come on baby. I know you can do it.” You ignored him though biting your lip and shaking your head lightly at his words. It was because of this the feeling of a long finger entering you came as a surprise and your hips jerked on reaction easing him much further into you.

It was only two pumps later his lips replaced where his fingers had been previously, tongue tracing you. Your eyes flew open again and your hands tightened into a fists at your side. He added a second finger, following it closely with sucking your clit further allowing easier access for the flat of his tongue. He was working you up quickly.

The man was consistent that was for sure, building you higher and higher, not faltering or pausing in his dedication. The room filled with the sounds of your quiet sighs, occasional moans, and Jake’s fingers fucking into you. The coil in you started to tighten and with a little moan you rocked your hips seeking more. That’s all it took for Jake to pull back completely leaving you entirely empty.

You couldn’t help the whine of protest that fell from your lips, and you glared down at him. The fingers that had just been inside you were softly tracing a pattern against your lower abdomen.

“You know what I want. I’m not going to let you cum until I hear it.” He wasn’t harsh in his tone but the words still cut through you. He only waited a moment more like he wanted to make sure you knew he meant his words before his mouth was on you again building you up.

His mouth was relentless and every time you got too close to cuming he would pull away from you. Finally after the third time he denied you it was too much. One of your fingers threaded into his blonde hair tightly trying to hold him close to you when you felt him starting to pull away.

He pulled away then despite your hand in his hair and you groaned loudly. Being denied like this was too much. The string in you pulled too tight, and you couldn’t quite seem to catch your breath. The heat in you didn’t abate though and you ached. He cocked an eyebrow up at you waiting, but you didn’t let go of his hair.

His fingers took the place of his mouth again circling your nub, in a slow pace but with enough pressure it didn’t allow the fire in you to die. “Look at yourself, dripping for me. Look how beautiful you are. I want to hear you say it.” Jake’s voice was deep and his tone only added to the build up you were once again experiencing.

You did look at yourself in the mirror above the two you then, trying to see what he could see. However, after only a few moments instead you started to zone in on all your flaws, so you closed your eyes not wanting to see it. His fingers pulled away from you again except for the one he had currently pressed deep into you, but then he stopped that ones movement too.

He started to press forward again with his mouth, but you stopped him. Instead you held him back and pushed his head away. Your fingers finally letting go of his hair and you tried to tighten your thighs to keep him away from you. “Red,” you breathed out.

Jake rolled backwards, so that he was sitting back on his heels instead of knees now giving you the space to fully close your thighs to him. He took his hands with him and you were so so empty. Your breaths were coming out in rapid pants, and the pulsing ache in your core almost too much to take.

Before he could even say anything a few tears were leaking down your face. “ I can’t do it. I can’t do what you're asking. I won’t.”

“ Okay baby. Just take some deep breaths okay?”

You nodded, and followed Jake’s breathing. He put your hand on his chest, and started counting the breaths out for you. Your racing heart slowly started to slow down, and your thighs clenched together trying to release the pressure that Jake had worked hard to build up in you.

“Why didn’t you use yellow?” He asked you, once your breathing evened out. His own hand covering yours on his chest, thumb tracing your pulse point.

“It hit me too fast. I looked up in the mirror.” You didn’t think you could explain past that. Jake clearly wanted to press you for more details but he restrained himself.

“Okay honey,” his voice was rough and his accent came out heavier than normal making you crack a smile. “Let’s get you tucked into bed.”

“I don’t want to go to bed,” you told him shaking your head. The ache in your pussy still pulsing hotly.

“Baby, you said red. We are going to be done with play tonight. I thought I could help you overcome this in the playroom that wasn’t fair of me.” He hung his head, and his hand slipped away from covering yours. Both his hands fisted in tight on the pants he was still wearing.

You sigh curling your hand on his chest and then drawing it back to your side. “You aren’t going to be able to fix me. I don’t think I’m fixable, Jake.”

“You aren’t broken baby. I don’t want to fix you, but I love you. I want to support you. Help you. That’s my job as your husband.”

You suddenly become aware of how naked you are for another intense conversation. You look around for your night dress trying to see where Jake had thrown it. He followed your gaze and picked up the dress, helping you back into it.

“ I love you too,” you whisper when the dress is back in place. “I haven’t been good or okay while you’ve been gone. I’m sorry you came home to me like this.”

“Please don’t apologize. You are so strong, sexy, and enticing enough to drive me to my knees. You put up with so much for me. I know being married to a Navy man isn’t easy. Let alone me. But please let me support you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated leaning forward to kiss you softly.

“Can we figure the rest out tomorrow?” You ask him hesitantly.

“Yes, we can figure it out in the morning. And call Dr. Smith.”

You clenched your jaw, but nodded along to his suggestion anyway.

Jake helped you stand up and held you close to him arm wrapping possessively around your shoulder. He flipped off the lights, and when you reached the stairs your own arm wrapped around Jakes waist before he could commit to leaving the basement.

“Will you take me to bed and make love to me Hangman?”

His breath caught and his fingers dug a little deeper into your shoulder. “Yes, I think that is something I can do Mrs. Seresin.”

It wasn’t long before you were in your bedroom once again for the evening. This time you couldn’t stop kissing Jake. The night dress he had helped you put on was gone, and you were shoving his boxers and sleep pants down in one go. Once you were pressed naked against each other, the boiling heat reignited in you.

The nips he left against your throat had you gasping, and it wasn’t long before you were settled beneath him. Taking his cock in your hand you stroked him lightly, knowing you need more slick for the action. However, when you let go, he groaned and rolled his hips against yours, making you gasp.

“Please,” you asked him. You had enough teasing for the night.

Lining himself up, Jake eased into you. You moaned at the slow stretch as he entered you. He worked in with some short slow thrusts, until your hips met. You both let out panting breaths as you adjusted, you wrapped one of your legs around his hips and and arms around his neck pulling him down to kiss you again.

He knew exactly how to please you. He didn’t give you erratic thrusts, instead rolling up into you at a steady pace. His forehead pressed against yours when he broke off your kiss.

“ You are such a good girl for me,” he told you.

“You treat me so good. Make me feel so good,” you responded. You scratched his neck lightly then gripped his earlobe rubbing it. He rewarded you with an extra hard thrust causing you to gasp.

The grind of his pubic bone against yours, stimulated your clit in the most delicious way. Jake groaned into your ear when you starting pressing your hips back up into his.

“What do you need baby?” He asked you.

“Fuck Jake, I just need you. All of you.” You purposely clenched your walls around him. His slow short thrust started to get longer then, and he was chasing his own end. You reached down and started to rub your own clit. It sent a zing up your back.

Jake loved to run his mouth, and sex wasn’t an exception. Praise and endearments spilled from his lips with out a thought. He called you his princess, a good girl, told you that you had the prettiest pussy he had every fucked. He came when you couldn’t stop yourself from biting into the juncture of his neck and shoulder hard.

Jake filled you up, with a few more stuttering thrusts. You worked your clit through it, a final swirl, allowing you to slip over the edge crying out his name, working your hips against him.

When you started to come down from your highs, Jake pressed sweet kisses to different places on your face and finally a chaste sweet press to your lips. He moved to roll to his side and off his arms that had to have been getting tired. However, you didn’t let him, instead with your legs wrapped around his waist you urged him to ease more of his body weight onto yours.

The weight of him and the feel of his body was comforting, it allowed you to ground yourself in the moment. It was a reminder to your brain and body that he was finally home with you again. You didn’t release your hold on him for a few more minutes and until he was soft in you.

When you did let go, he went to get a towel to clean you up with.Then Jake went to the kitchen and brought back water from both of you, telling you in a stern voice not to move while he was gone.

It wasn’t hard to do what he asked now that so much tension had been released from your body. When he slid into the bed next to you again, cuddling up to your side you felt whole and content for the first time in months. There was mumbled I love you’s and sweet nothings with soft caresses.

You knew in the morning you two would have a lot to talk about again. You would have to catch up on how he was feeling about his TAD deployment, schedule appointments, do laundry, clean up the playroom. Eventually you would have to show him the boxes full of his photos and go through them. For tonight though you could could sleep contently with your husband at your side, and you know you were loved.

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