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that-basic-simp · 2 months

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Nobody's But Yours

Mizu X Fem!Reader CW: Trauma WC: 1.1k+

"I am nobody's wife."

Sitting in front of Mizu, the two of us were sipping tea together as the winter storm raged outside. It was a miracle she was able to find the house in this storm after being away for so long. She must have almost frozen since her entire face was very red and her entire body was trembling. Even in front of the fire now she was still shaking.

"That day is coming up again," Mizu said.

I had an inkling of what she meant by that day.

"It is," I said, sipping my tea.

"You do know what day I'm talking about, right?"

"I do, Mizu."

"The day I killed him," she breathed out.

"Mizu," I slowly lifted my head up to find her blue eyes.

"I still think about it. I-I should have just hid it. I should have just put away with that side of me and just became a housewife."

"But it was as you said," I said.

"Said what?"

"You're nobody's wife."

She slowly nodded her head, "T-There is some truth in that."

"How so?"

"Well, Mikio and I struggled to settle into married life. More so me since I was so used to fighting and spilling blood. Having a quiet life where I am not fighting day in and out just did not settle with me. I couldn't get used to it. Besides, I had a job to do. I had to get revenge on them. Those white men, I had to kill them. And being married and settled down, it got in the way of everything."

"Did you love Mikio?"

"Within time, I did. I eventually fell in love with him, but then things happened. And I felt betrayed by them all."

"I do remember you telling me that," I said.

"I haven't been able to feel love since then. It would cost me everything, but it would also hold me back. But," her eyes found mine as she lifted her head. "Then came you. Someone who I didn't think would come into my life."

I smiled, "Life surprises you, Mizu."

"I know it does. And I am grateful for the surprise that was you."

I giggled, "Come now, Mizu. I know you're just trying to win me over."

"You mean to tell me I haven't already?" she snickered, a small smirk appearing on her lips.

"No, you already have."

"What was it?"

"What was what?"

"What about me made you like me?"

"Well, there was a lot about you, Mizu, but the first and the big one were your eyes."

"My eyes?" she asked, confused.

"Yeah. I loved your eyes. How stark blue they were. Like the ocean, calm, yet dangerous at times. And sometimes they reminded me of ice if you were really angry. But when you're sad, they turn dull at times. Almost gray."

"Oh," she said.

"Afterwards, it was your voice. I don't know if it was your natural voice that eventually came out, or if it was when you lower it."

"You mean, like this?" she asked, the last part of the sentence lowering in tone, almost like a growl. It was raspy, like gravel.

I shivered visibly, causing her to smile darkly.

"Exactly like that."

She chuckled, "Seems I know how to get to you."

"And I also like the one thing your husband didn't."

"What's that?"

"How skilled you are. How you're able to wield both a sword and a spear. And how you're able to make anything into a weapon," I chuckled. "Especially when you used a chopstick against Taigen to prove a point."

A small, proud smile danced across her lips, "Yeah."

"Mizu, I-I like how strong you are. How you don't underestimate yourself, but also don't boast like Taigen. You show your strength and it mesmerizes people. It makes them look at you in awe and admiration."

"Why admire that part of me?" she asked.

"Because it's a side of you that you had to do yourself. You had to train yourself because no one else would. Because you had to hide that part of yourself and many more," I tilted my head down, staring down at my reflection in the tea.

"Mizu," I breathed out.

"Yes, Y/N?" her voice was soft and light, genuinely concerned if I was alright.

"W-What am I to you?"

She almost choked on her tea, coughing as she patted her chest, trying to clear out the blockage.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I should have let you finish your tea."

"I-It's fine," she rasped out, clearing her throat. "Y-You mean a lot to me. You, aside from Ringo, were the only person who looked past my imperfections. My impurities."

"What you call imperfections and impurities, I call uniqueness."

She nodded slightly, "You didn't call me a demon, monster, onryo, the list goes on and on. You saw me for who I was and not what I was. Y-You looked past everything. And saw me for face value."

"Well, you do that when you love someone," I said quietly.

"What?" she asked, picking her head up.

"N-Nothing. G-Go on."

"And well, you've just been really good to me. Treating me when I am wounded, genuinely concerned for my well being and all. And you always make sure I am safe when I am out and about. Making sure I have my glasses, my hat, everything I need to hide who I am."

"When this is all said and done?" I began to ask.

"You mean when I finish killing those men?"

"Yes. When you finish killing them, when you come back here, are you going to hide anymore?"

She smiled softly at me, "Why would I hide to the one I love?"

Picking my head up, there was a sparkle in her eyes as she stood up, sitting beside me. I turned and faced her as she reached down and grabbed my hands.

"I don't need to hide from you, since you already know. But when I am with you, I feel like I can let that side of myself be free. Like how I felt with Mikio, but it's actually there. I don't need to hide my feminine side as well as my masculine side. The side where I can take a life without second guessing. Everything that makes me who I am."

I smiled and removed one of my hands from hers, reaching up to cup her cheek. She reached up and removed her glasses, letting me see her beautiful eyes. Those water like orbs that looked like they could glow if they wanted to.

"B-But what you said," I spoke.

"I know what I said, but you're the only exception," she leaned towards me.

Our lips were mere inches away and I closed the gap. Pressing my soft lips against hers, she let out a soft hum as she kissed me back. Removing my other hand from hers, my arms snaked around her neck, digging into her hair. I grabbed at the string that held her hair up, letting it fall down to its natural length. It was another rare sight for me to see her hair down. But it was also another beauty about her. Pulling away, she pressed her forehead against mine.

"I am nobody's but yours," she whispered.

"I love you, Mizu."

"I love you, too."

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sillygoosealert · 1 month

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Good day Daisy! Can I request angst?

Warning: contains miscarriage and character death so please feel free to reject this if you're uncomfortable. But I'm feeling angsty today so here it is...

Imagine Reader and Bi-Han are in an arranged marriage and they're estranged to each other, yet somehow they still sleep together and eventually Reader gets pregnant. She grows emotional by time and wants to feel Bi-Han's love. Yet she feels rejected when her husband doesn't reply to her confession one night and leaves for a mission one day.

Her mood goes down due to this to the point that she barely has the energy to go by the day. She fails to take care of herself that it affects the baby and on the day of her birth she loses it and dies afterwards due to her body's weakness.

Bi-Han is called back from the mission due to this and comes back to see his wife and son dead :3

Hey cutie pie !! I’m comfortable with anything really lol

Where is my wife? No..

Bi-Han angst no comfort, miscarriage, death, AFAB, and implied female reader, like 4 lines talk about light NSFW but it's vague

You were born for the sole purpose of an alliance

A peace treaty, for the Lin-Kuei to have

You are not someone of value, it's more of what you symbolize

Obedience, submission, and loyalty

Nothing more and nothing less

This is why you are with him, this is why you were given a purpose at birth

His doll to show, not to care for though

The night of your marriage he caressed your cheek and laid you on your his bed

Gently thrusting into you, while holding you close

It wasn't intimate though, maybe more of what he felt to be right for your wedding night rather than an act of love or lust

It was nice though, it felt good

He would talk to you when you had to meet for the night, nothing much but more to keep the peace

You had your own room, but on nights you would sleep together you stayed in his

No matter if he said nothing to you or the bare minimum, you would feel flustered every time he was in your proximity

He was good-looking, fit, and a leader

A well put together man

You tried to connect more, eat with him, sit with him

Nothing really worked out

But the nights you let him ruin your innocence grew your belief that there was something there

So the night before he left, you told him your true intentions

‘Bi-Han?’

You are lying in your own bed tonight after his late-night visit

‘Yes?’

‘Does this mean anything to you?’

‘What are you talking about in specific..?’

‘Me.’

…

‘I think that the marriage was a good choice and you are a respectable woman. Is that the answer you are after?’

‘No, I want to know if I mean anything to you’

He brushes your hair behind your ears and presses his forehead against yours

Then he walks away, and closes your door

His lack of words speaks, and you take it as a no

He leaves the next morning to meet with Lord Liu Kang, with no note, no goodbye

While gone you are sick to your stomach, most likely from your rejection

But when you go to the Doctors out of concern for your morning sickness, they do an ultrasound

You are pregnant with Bi-Hans child

It makes you scared, how could you have a kid with somebody who doesn't love you?

You can't sleep that night

And in the morning you're bedridden, throwing up and crying the whole day

Then you didn't eat

Or shower or brush your hair and teeth or anything

The next day you manage to stomach lunch, but everything else makes your stomach churn at the thought

This continues for much too long

You're now pale and frail, with no will to even live

As months go on with Bi-Han returning and leaving you do not tell him you are with child

To avoid him even noticing your weight gain, you stop seeing him entirely

But while you are struggling to get to the doctor he catches you

‘What are you doing? I haven't been able to talk to you in a while..’

‘I’m not feeling well, I was going to get some medication..’

‘For a stomach ache?’

‘Yeah..’

‘They told me you are pregnant, why did you not tell me?’

‘I didn't know how you would react, and you're always on missions I just-’

He puts a hand on your shoulder

‘I am not mad at you. But you don't look well, I'll walk you to the doctor but I want to talk about this when I get back tomorrow.’

You nod.

He takes you to the doctor and leaves you to go meet with a sorcerer

As you talk with the doctor, you pant and shake

The baby is not in good condition, and you are recommended to have an emergency C-section to have any chance of you and the baby surviving

It does not go well, you lose a lot of blood, too much blood

You are very aware you are not going to make it, but you worry for your baby

Everything happened too fast, you just talked to the father that you've been avoiding

Now you're losing your baby and yourself

By yourself

He has just left, and you now have to have a C-section just to maybe live

You didn't want to live, but you don't want to die

Maybe you just wanted something different

But none of that matters, as your baby is stillborn

And you're dying

Alone

Around a bunch of people, you don't know

But you know you really died a long time ago, when you were given away because it was for the sake of keeping the peace

Bi-Han goes to your room the next day

He brought you a flower and some vitamins

He knew you had to get better if you were to start a family together- and for your own sake

The flower was just to give you something nice

But when walking around looking for you, he is met with a talk from your doctor

You didn't make it through the night, neither did your baby

You are gone

Your child is gone

He has no wife, he has no family

He is alone again

You are alone again

There was truly no hope for either of you, you were doomed from the beginning

Just as it was written by the elder gods..

Idk where I was going towards the middle 🎀

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #bi han #bi han x reader #bihan #mk1 bi han #angst #mk1 angst #mortal kombat bi han #mk sub zero #mortal kombat sub zero #bi han sub zero #mk1 sub zero #sub zero #bi han mk #bi han mortal kombat #mk bi han #bi han x you #lin kuei

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angelrari · 7 months

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gossip girl · pt. v

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! sorry i've been taking long to update, lately life has been getting busier and i can't find the time to write. anyways, hope you enjoy this part. i haven't proofread it so i hope everything's fine! thank you for commenting and interacting, i adore it🤍

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the sound of your bedroom door opening woke you up. jolie, who couldn't wait until breakfast to talk to you, had barged into the room and sat on your bed. she was still wearing her pink pajamas and had her brunette hair tied up in a bun.

"you need to tell me what's going on with max right now". she said poking you with her index finger.

"seriously, jolie?". you groaned as you turned your body to face the opposite direction. "let me sleep".

"hell no". she answered. "you have left not one, but two parties with max. yesterday i spent an hour looking for you, just to realize you were inside max's car doing god knows what. don't tell me there's nothing going on because i'm not going to believe you".

"actually, léa was the reason i left yesterday. max just happened to be by my side when she decided to act like a bitch".

"what?". she gasped. "why didn't i know about this?".

"well i've would've told you, but i wanted to sleep first". you said and rubbed your eyes. you sat on the bed and looked at your sister, who was waiting for you to explain everything. "don't ask me what happened between her and charles because i don't know, but he left the party early and he looked angry".

"i saw him arguing with léa. it didn't look good".

"right. so max and i tried to find léa because charles said something about not caring where his girlfriend was and then i had a feeling things didn't go great between them". you explained and jolie nodded. "and when we did find her she was crying and i asked her what was going on and she basically told me- i don't remember the exact words, but it was something like: go back to the united states, you ruin everything".

"what the hell?".

"yes, and max, who had witnessed it all, basically helped me calm down and listened to my theories about why i think léa is acting like this now. so no, nothing has happened between max and i".

"nothing?". she asked again and you nodded. "that's bullshit". she said, moving closer to you. "do you like him?".

"jolie, it's 9 am, can't we do this later?".

"it's a simple yes or no question, y/n, answer it and i'll leave".

"god, you're annoying". you complained. "do i think he's cute? yes. does this mean anything else other than that? no-".

"i knew it!". she exclaimed, while showing excitement. "what are you gonna do? do you think he likes you back? i think he does, you should've seen the way he looks at you, he's so-".

"didn't you just say two seconds ago you're gonna leave?".

"you're boring". jolie said while standing up. "i'm going to let you sleep, but we are not done! let's go for drinks later, so you can explain everything to me".

"fine". you agreed and she squealed happily. "and please, close the door".

you laid again on your bed and pulled the blanket to cover your shoulders. you closed your eyes, hoping you'd be able to fall asleep quickly, but your phone kept buzzing and you couldn't stop yourself from looking at the messages.

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charles opened the door a few seconds after you rang the bell. he was wearing a beige sweater with a light denim trousers. he had his glasses on, which you always adored because it made him look cuter.

"hi". he said and gave you two kisses as a greeting. "come in".

charles' apartment was cozy, just the way you remembered. the furniture was mainly white with some wooden touches and the walls were decorated with new paintings. this apartment brought back so many memories. you had helped him pick this apartment, built furniture with him and decorated it. you used to dream about the days you would spend together in this new home and how growing up together here would be. it had been you home too.

"hey, i'm still here!". you said while grabbing off the shelves the polaroid picture that you took with charles when he first bought the apartment.

"of course, i love this picture! i'm never gonna get rid of it". he replied while looking at it.

on the picture, charles and you were sitting on the ground, he had his arms around you and you had the biggest smile on your face. you remembered that day very well. you had spent all day painting the walls of the living room together and somehow you had so much fun doing it that to this day it was one of your favorite memories with him.

"did you realize you had white paint in your hair?". he asked grinning.

"what? no!".

you grabbed the picture with both of your hands to take a better look. charles, who was standing behind you, came closer and grabbed the picture too. you could feel his body behind yours and his right hand touching yours.

"here, look". he pointed at one strand of your hair where a tiny white spot could be seen.

"no... i always thought this picture was perfect...".

"it is. for me, it is". he said while placing it back where he was.

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the dinner was incredible. charles had ordered some of your favorite food (without forgetting his diet plan) and he put an calm playlist as background music. the white wine had started to kick in and you could feel you were a bit dizzy. charles had spent most of the time asking about you, listening you talk about experiences abroad. you also listened to his concerns, he opened up about his contract with ferrari and the issues he had had with his car. it was him who changed the subject and brought up his girlfriend.

"i don't understand what's going on if i'm honest". he said. "léa has been acting different since you came back. she has never been jealous, so i don't get where is this coming from".

"she's jealous? of me?".

"it does feel like it, but she's so hard to read and she won't open up about it. before the event, i told her that we talked about these past years, that we would try to be friends again and basically everything we spoke about when we hung out. and i told her maybe she could do the same thing too since you were such great friends back then, but she was 100% against it".

"i can't understand it either if i'm honest". you said, looking into charles' green eyes. "i keep thinking there must be something else, something i'm not aware, something i ignored. i don't get it. i don't know where the anger is coming from. léa is not a bad person, she's complicated, it's true, but she has a good heart".

"yeah".

"but, you know, i'm not going to chase her. yesterday i did and she pushed me away, so lesson learned. if she wants to fix this, to talk about it, i will be here. until then, i'm going to do my own thing".

charles smiled, nodding at your words. he had always been who was easy to talk to, you never had a problem opening up to him and he would listen to every word you said.

"i want to ask you something". he said while leaning his head onto the sofa. "but if you don't want to answer it, it's fine".

"go ahead".

"you and max? are you two a thing?". he asked and you couldn't stop yourself from smiling as a flashback from the conversation you had this morning with jolie came back.

"no". you replied. "we are getting to know each other more, but he's a friend".

"right. i saw you dancing together and i thought there was something i missed. and, of course, i got all of those gossip girl texts".

"god, when is she gonna let us live in peace? it's been 10 years right since the first time they posted something?".

"yeah".

the piano chords playing in the background caught your attention. it was when we were young by adele and it reminded you of your love story with charles. he must've thought the same thing, because he let out a cute laugh when he heard the first lyrics.

"well, i didn't expect this song to play now". charles said while standing up and looked at you. he put out his hand to you and you took it.

"isn't it fitting?". you rhetorically asked and he nodded.

"i'm glad we're talking again". he said looking into your eyes.

"yeah, i'm glad too, charles". you agreed. "it's nice to have a friend".

he smiled sincerely and opened his arms for you to hug him. you placed your head on his shoulder while he held you tight. and, for some reason, his warmth made your heart flutter.

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heavyhitterheaux · 8 months

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The Marriage Pact Part 3

For Better of For Worse (Slight NSFW)

Read Part 1 and Part 2 first

Synopsis: Urban urges for Jack to tell you a secret that he's been holding onto, but of course someone else tells you before he does and all hell breaks loose

Pairing: Fiancé!Jack Harlow x Fianceé!Reader

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Jack had now been on tour for two months and it was around 12 am when all of you were on the plane heading to Prague. Jack and Urban were the only ones awake as you were currently laying on Jack's chest on the couch that was perched in the back of the plane. He was currently scrolling through his phone looking for a necklace that he wanted to buy you since he noticed that you had been eyeing similar ones when Urban came and sat across from him and simply looked at him before saying anything.

"Did you tell her yet?" Urban asked and Jack looked over at him with wide eyes and gestured to you sleeping on his chest.

"Cut the shit. She's sleeping so I know she can't hear us." Urban said in response as he rolled his eyes.

"To answer your question, no I haven't told her."

"Are you? Are you fucking serious? The two of you have been engaged for almost five months! Don't you think that's important to let your future wife know!?"

"Of course I think it's important! I just… didn't think she would actually say yes when I proposed to her."

"You still should have had a plan in place! Like come on, did you really think she was going to tell you no? It's Y/N we're talking about."

"I know, I know! I'll tell her soon."

"You need to tell her like today when we land. She's probably going to be so pissed at you. No not probably, she definitely will."

"I just…. We're in a good place right now and I don't want to do anything to mess that up."

"You not being honest with her is messing it up. Now what if she suddenly decides to go public with it? Then what? And once again did you forget about your future wife being your manager? She could make this go away with the snap of her finger since it's not true. You haven’t seen her since last year, right?"

Jack didn't say anything in response and Urban simply hung his head.

"Sooo since you're quiet there's a possibility that it could be true!? What the actual fuck?"

"I saw her a week before I proposed."

"You… you cannot be serious? And you fucked her knowing that you were going to propose!? What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"And I haven't met up with her since. I completely cut her off."

"Yeah until she sent you that sonogram pic."

"It's not mine."

"And how do you know exactly? You fucked her didn't you?"

"But I used protection. I'm not stupid."

"I beg to differ. Y/N is going to kick your ass about this. That's why I was so concerned when you told me that you two made a marriage pact.. Ain't no way in hell she would have said yes if she knew this beforehand. All your one night stands are about to come out as soon as you announce that you’re engaged. It’s literally only a matter of time."

"Just don't tell her."

"It's not my place to tell her but you better prepare yourself before you do. We've all seen Y/N pissed and it's never been directed at you and now it will be."

All Jack did was look down at you sleeping on his chest and simply sighed.

How was he supposed to tell his soon to be wife that there was a chance he could have a kid on the way? Deep down, he knew it wasn’t his, but he also knew for a fact that you weren’t going to be satisfied until there was a negative DNA test put in front of you.

And since he was now on tour, who knows how long it would be until he was able to get one.

Her name was Gabrielle and Jack was floored when he first laid eyes on her. She wasn't anything compared to you, but for a one night stand she would have to do. He met her at one of his shows in Atlanta and they eventually went out on a date that was actually set up by you so Jack would be able to avoid paparazzi or anyone seeing him.

You met her and thought that she was a nice girl, and didn't think anything else of it. Jack had hooked up with her numerous times with the last time being a week before he proposed to you and the next day he told her that they couldn't see each other anymore. He thought that she took the news well because she didn't seem fazed by it. It wasn't until last week when he was with Urban and got a text from her saying that she was pregnant and that it could be his. His heart immediately jumped in his throat knowing that there was a good possibility that you would leave him once he told you, but at the same time it happened when the two of you weren't even together.

So he thought to himself that you couldn’t be but so mad at him.

On the other hand, since he knew you so well he knew that as soon as he told you that shit would hit the fan and this was about to be hard for him to wiggle out of.

His main thing was breaking your trust. He had told you once he had proposed to you that getting hurt in relationships would be a thing of the past, but the two of you didn’t even make it down the aisle yet and this was happening.

He knew that he had to tell you and soon before you found out from someone else that wasn't him.

That was literally the last thing he wanted.

"Before the day is over, you need to tell her."

“I don’t know if it’s that simple.”

“It won’t be because she’ll probably want to murder you. And I am all for letting her at you because what you did was fucking stupid. You know I always have your back, but right now you’re on your own. Oh, and you better hope that she doesn’t tell Ari.”

Jack had been on edge since all of you touched down in Prague and you couldn’t put your finger on as to why. He typically didn't keep anything from you and your plan was to get it out of him one way or another because you always did. Between you and Urban, he couldn’t keep anything from the two of you for very long.

The two of you were currently in your hotel room resting before he had his show tonight when you cornered him as he was sitting near the window staring off into space. You could tell that he was upset no matter how hard he was trying to hide it.

"Babe."

"Yes?"

"What's wrong?" You asked as you came over to him and started to play in his curls.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all." He replied while shrugging but you weren’t buying it.

All you did was cross your arms and look down at him.

"How long have I known you?"

"My entire life."

"So don't you think I know when you're lying to me?"

"I promise that I'm fine and that you have no need to worry."

“Easier said than done. But I’ll let it slide for now. I’ll get it out of you sooner or later because I always do.” You answered while kissing his cheek and he smiled at you.

"I love you more than anything and don't ever forget that." Jack quietly said and it left you wondering what he was getting at.

"I love you too and why would I ever forget it?"

"No reason, but just in case. No matter what happens your happiness is always going to be my priority."

"And the exact same goes for you. Did you want to sleep for a bit before your show and then we can get food after?" You asked and Jack quickly nodded his head.

"Will you lay down with me though?"

"Of course I will."

You got comfortable on the bed with Jack following suit and laying on your chest as you played in his hair in order to get him to fall asleep faster.

About fifteen minutes had passed when you noticed that Jack’s breathing had slowed down so you took the opportunity to set an alarm on your phone and drift off too so that you would have energy for later.

Jack's second show out of three was currently underway in Prague as you were watching from the side of the stage. You had always admired his confidence and was in awe every single time that he performed.

There was only about fifteen minutes left in his set when you heard him say something that caught you off guard.

"Hold on. I'm almost done, but I want to brag a little bit and for good reason. So, I finally got my shit together and did something that I wanted to do for years. Yall know my best friend Y/N who is also my manager? I mean Urb is my best friend too but this isn't about him and needs to wait his turn." Jack said while laughing and the crowd erupted in screams as you looked to Urban to see what was going on, but all he did was shrug his shoulders.

"She's been in my life literally since I was eight days old and has always been there for me and as we grew older, my love for her did also. So, what did I do? Buy her an engagement ring and held onto it for an entire damn year because I was scared that she was going to say no. But, I finally grew some balls five months ago on her birthday and asked her."

"Oh shit. I had no idea he was going to do this." Urban thought out loud and for good reason, because he knew something that you didn't.

"I didn't either, but is it really a bad thing?" You asked Urban as you turned towards him and all he gave you was a tight lipped smile. But however, you didn't think anything of it

"Oh, I'm keeping you in suspense aren't I? Well she also decided that she wanted to wake up next to me for the rest of her life so come next year, I'm about to be a married man. I'm not asking her to come out here because she hates being the center of attention, but Y/N…" Jack said as he turned to look at you on the side of the stage as you stood next to Urban.

"I love you and thank you for saying yes for marrying me. You've made me the happiest man on earth."

You quickly mouthed the words 'I love you too.' Before you heard someone scream in the crowd.

"And it's about fucking time!"

"I know, I know and I agree!" Jack responded and laughed.

"But for now let me finish so I can go and love up on my future wife. I'm never going to get tired of saying that."

By the time all of you got back to the hotel it was around one in the morning and Jack could tell that you were fighting to keep your eyes open seeing as you had to be up in about six hours. One thing that happened while Jack was touring was you not being able to get a lot of sleep. You embraced it however seeing as not many people got an opportunity like this and the last thing you wanted to do was take it for granted.

Once the both of you were in your shared hotel room, you slipped off your shoes along with your jewelry, except for your engagement ring and simply sat on the edge of the bed and stared at it for a few minutes before starting to play with it and twist it around your finger. Jack took notice of this and also how quiet you were being and was concerned that something was wrong.

“Umm, babe? You okay over there? Why are you just staring off into space like that?”

“I’m okay.”

“Wait, you’re not pissed at me right? Because of what I did earlier? I should have asked you before I did it but I figured that it’s almost been five months and….”

“Jack, calm yourself. I’m not mad. I swear that you always stress yourself out over the tiniest things.” You said while laughing as you took note of how much he had started freaking out.

“Well I had to make sure, but you’re obviously thinking about something so what is it?”

You took a deep breath before answering him and you felt like it was the right time since you had been thinking long and hard about it since the night of your birthday when he proposed.

“I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” Jack answered you while looking at you with a confused look on his face.

All you did was stare at him until it finally clicked.

“Oh…OH! Oh… are you… are you absolutely sure? Because the last thing I want to happen is for you to regret it.”

“Why would I regret it if it was with you?”

“I just want for you to be…”

You immediately cut him off and grabbed his hand as he sat down next to you.

“I am and I wouldn’t say anything to you until I was. That’s what you told me to do right?”

“Yes, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t have any condoms with me because I thought that you were actually going to wait until we were married.”

“I’m on birth control so that isn’t a problem.”

“And you’re sure that you’re ready?”

All you did was nod in response and you loved how thoughtful and caring that he was.

“Shit, I told you that I was going to make this extra special, but now…”

“It’s going to be special because it’s you. End of.”

All Jack did was smile at you before leaning over to kiss you as you felt your heart begin to flutter. Once he had broken apart from you, he motioned for you to move towards the top of the bed. When you were he simply went to hover over you as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

“And at any time you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?” Jack quietly said to you as he began to stroke your cheek. Once you nodded, he leaned down to kiss you again and slowly started to make his way down your neck and to your cleavage that was poking out of your dress. Jack didn’t say it to you out loud, but he had been eyeing you in your dress since the moment you put it on.

“May I?” Jack politely asked and as soon as you had given him the okay to do so, he slipped the dress from over top of your head and took in the sight before him as you didn’t wear a bra with it and only a black thong.

Jack then went back to placing kisses along your body and as he got lower, your heart rate then began to increase knowing what was about to happen.

He played with the band on the side of your thong before looking up at you and making sure that it was okay before going to slide it off. Once he did, he threw it across the room and simply peered down to look at you.

“You’re beautiful, baby. Inside and out. I’m about to get you ready for me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jack then slowly inserted two of his fingers inside of you while kissing you at the same time. Feeling how wet you were only made his erection start to become painful seeing as he hadn’t been with anyone over the past five months and simply waited for you to be ready for him.

“And now why am I the only one who doesn't have any clothes on?” You curiously asked as Jack smiled before he leaned up away from you and reached down to pull his shirt over his head to throw it in the same direction that he threw your dress in.

“Now, we can’t have that, can we?”

“No we definitely can’t.”

Jack then hopped off the bed in order to take off his jeans and boxer briefs along with them and you were amazed at the sight as Jack quickly began stroking himself. You could see the precum leaking from the tip, but your focus was on how he was going to fit.

Jack saw the look on your face and immediately knew what you had been thinking as soon as your eyes had gone wide.

“Yes, baby it’s going to fit. That’s what you’re thinking isn’t it?”

All you did was nod before answering him.

“But how?” You quietly asked not 100% believing him.

“I’m going to go slow and take my time, that’s how.” He answered as he once again got on top to hover over you.

“Now, are you ready?”

You simply nodded as Jack told you to spread your legs a little bit more in order to give him room.

When he first inserted himself into you, it felt weird and didn’t hurt, but once he began to move further, you felt that first sting.

“Shit.” You muttered as you tightly squeezed your eyes shut.

“It’s going to be uncomfortable for a minute, but if you want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me.”

“No, keep going.”

“Just a little bit longer, baby. I’m almost there.” Jack said as he began to kiss you to take your mind off of it.

Once he was, he stopped moving in order for you to breathe for a second since he could tell that you were in pain.

“Whenever you’re ready for me to move, let me know.” He said as he placed kisses all along your neck and down the valley of your breasts. Another minute or so has passed when you felt as if you were ready for him to continue.

“Okay, I’m good now.”

“Now let me show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me.”

You woke up wrapped in Jack’s arms as he was lightly snoring in your ear and turned to your left so that you could get your phone and check for any messages that might have been sent to you after you fell asleep. It was around eight in the morning and you knew that you had a full day ahead of you and wanted to get an early start no matter how much you wanted to lay and stay in Jack’s arms.

Since Jack had announced your engagement last night at his show, the notifications had been flooding in, but there was a particular one that caught your eye. Your heart rate ended up increasing and you were trying to steady your breathing as you shook Jack awake. Because he needed to explain this and explain it now.

“Jack, get up.”

“Hmm, you want to go for another round? Give me five more minutes.”

“Jackman, NOW.”

“Okay, okay. Damn, so impatient this morning. I’ll eat you out for as long as you want so I can get rid of that attitude.” He replied while laughing as he turned to look at you and by the look that you were giving him, he knew that something was wrong.

“What’s…. Wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“So you’ve been lying to me?” You asked quietly while Jack was looking at you confused.

“Baby, lying about what? What do I have to lie to you for?”

“Then who the fuck is Gabrielle and why is she saying that you are her baby daddy and tagging you in a sonogram picture of her baby?”

Jack then sat up and turned towards you and tried to take your hand, but you immediately snatched it away from him.

“Hold on, babe. I can explain.”

“Then start fucking explaining and this better be one hell of a good explanation in order for me to not kick your ass.”

“We hooked up a few times and I….”

“When was the last time you saw her?” You asked while wrapping the sheet around you and looking at him for an explanation.

“Um…”

“Jackman, you better not lie to me because I will find out sooner or later and you know that I’m good for it so out with it.”

“A week before I proposed to you.”

You immediately looked away from Jack and simply peered down at your hands in your lap and didn’t bother to respond.

“But, I didn’t know if you were going to say yes or not! And….”

“So you had sex with her knowing that you were getting ready to propose to me without protection and want me to be okay with this? Did I get that right?”

“I wore protection and there is no way that the baby is mine, I promise. You have to believe me baby.”

“Well, didn’t you have sex with her?”

“Yes, but I wore protection like I said!”

“Condoms are only 99% effective so there is a chance that the baby could be yours and you had still been in communication with her so you knew about this shit and didn’t bother to tell me? Your best friend? Future wife? And your FUCKING MANAGER?”

“So, what was I supposed to say? Hey baby, I think I got a girl pregnant who I had a one night stand with?”

“Yes! That is literally exactly what you say! So you were about to just show up with a baby at our house one day and say this is my kid?!”

“For you to throw the ring at me and leave me? I…..”

“You know me better than that and I’ve put up with your shit for how long? The fiance in me might kick your ass and leave you, however manager me is going to try and save your career!”

“I’ll just get a DNA test and this can all go away.”

“Didn’t you make her sign an NDA then why the hell is she posting all of this?”

“Um…. about that….”

“HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING SINCE YOU’VE BEEN IN THIS INDUSTRY? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JACKMAN?!”

“I know it looks bad, but….”

“That’s putting it lightly! You take my virginity one night and the next day I learn that my future husband has been lying to me, possibly has a baby on the way, and also doesn’t get his one night stands to sign NDA’s so that they can embarrass me on social media!”

“Why are you making this about you?! It’s my career that could get tarnished over this! And we weren’t even together when I hooked up with her!"

“So, you obviously don’t care how this affects me? Got it. My last name is about to be Harlow in case you fucking forgot and your career? The career that I MANAGE in case you forgot about that part too. We might have not been together but you knew that you were going to propose to me so make it make sense!"

“Okay, baby I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that but… I’m sorry for keeping this from you.”

“This is what has been bothering you since we landed isn’t it? And I gave you plenty of chances to tell me but you decided not to.”

“Because I didn’t know how you were going to react!”

“So, you let me find out by her tagging me and you in the sonogram pic on instagram? You could have told me this before you had sex with me. I just feel used and disgusted. I thought I knew you better than that but I guess not. The fact that you know that I always have your back and do anything for you but you decide to hide this from me? We're supposed to be a team, Jackman."

“I….”

“Do me a favor. Listen to me and listen to me good. I do not want to see you, hear your voice, or even be around someone that simply utters your name for the rest of the day while I try to do my best and be a good manager and fix the mess that you created because you wanted to get your dick wet. Get out and go to Urban's room.”

“But, babe….”

You simply shook your head at him and made your way to the bathroom as you slammed the door behind you while locking it.

Jack sighed and ran a hand through his curls as he could hear you start to cry in the bathroom not knowing how in the world he was about to fix this. He gathered all of his things while sliding on his sweatpants before making his way towards Urban’s room. He knocked a few times and Urban finally opened it while looking confused.

“Why are you over here?” He asked while moving to the side and letting him in and seeing that he had all of his bags with him.

“She found out through an instagram post and told me that she didn’t want to see me for the rest of the day.”

“About Gabrielle?”

“Yes.”

“I told you to tell her when we landed! Why did you wait so long in the first place?!”

“I… I don’t know.”

“How are you supposed to get out of this one? Because it is literally all over social media.” Urban said as he scrolled through his timeline on instagram.

"The only thing I can think of is doing a DNA test but I'm not back in Atlanta for another two months."

"And you know good and damn well not to ask Y/N to fly her out here in order to get it or have you fly back just for a test."

"I broke her trust and I have no idea how to get her to forgive me."

"She probably wouldn't have been as mad at you if you had been the one to tell her and not social media."

"And not to mention she finds out after we had sex for the first time last night."

"This literally just keeps getting worse." Urban responded as he hung his head.

"But that's not the worst part."

"How!? How is it not?!"

"Because that was her first time ever so she told me this morning that she felt used."

"You are such a dumbass. And I can see why she felt like that! You had literally been fucking Gabrielle up to the point where you proposed."

"I guess I'll just give her space but how is that even possible? She literally always has to be around me."

"You better get her a lot of expensive gifts in order for her to forgive you."

"I literally just bought her a car. And besides you know that isn't her thing. I'm better off actually making her something."

"Well get her a private jet next. Shit, I don't know. But if you make something that better be one hell of an arts and crafts project. That shit better be good enough to put in a museum. See I don't have these problems because I'm not a dumbass like you."

"I beg to differ, but okay."

Meanwhile, once you had gotten out of the shower and had gotten dressed, your phone alerted you to a text from Chris who was also Jack’s manager but taught you everything you knew in order to be able to handle things without him and be with Jack full time per Jack’s request.

Chris- Meet me in the lobby of the hotel and grab Jack

You- Is something wrong? Why are you even here?

Chris- I know you've seen it trending that's why I'm here

You- It literally broke less than 24 hours ago so you aren't even about to let me do my job?

Chris- Just meet me downstairs so we can talk

You rolled your eyes at his response and sent a quick text to Urban to tell Jack to meet you downstairs in the lobby. Once you got down there, you saw him conversing with Chris and a woman who you had never seen before. Once you reached them, Chris smiled at you.

"Y/N! Okay good everyone is here so we can go to the restaurant in the hotel to talk and Y/N this is Neelam and I'm bringing her on to manage Jack as well."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Neelam said, but you as well as Jack looked at Chris in disbelief.

"Uh, you too but um what? So you think I'm incapable of doing my job?" You questioned Chris as your arms were crossed.

"Y/N that isn't it at all. I know you can do your job well since I taught you everything that you know. I just figured you could use extra help since…."

"Since what?"

"Well since you two are now engaged, I don't want anything clouding your judgment as it relates to Jack’s career. I mean you two were close before, but now it's completely different."

"What does that even mean? My judgment has never been clouded before. His career is just as important to him as it is to me. I will always do what is best for him." You fired back and Chris simply sighed as Neelam was standing there awkwardly while Jack was scratching the back of his neck.

"Y/N, it's just to give you help."

Despite you not wanting to speak to him, you turned to Jack for an explanation.

"Did you know about this?"

"Me and Chris had talked about it, but I didn't…."

"So no one wants to be an adult and communicate around here? And tell me things that are going on? Okay, got it. Wonderful."

"Babe…." Jack started to say, but you simply held up your hand.

"Y/N, just come on so we can talk about this. I didn't mean to blindside you, but I thought Jack had at least mentioned it."

"Clearly all of the talking was done without me so it can continue to be done without me. Why would he mention that when he didn't even mention the possible baby he has on the way? You know what? Yall can figure it out while I take a personal day."

Once you walked away from them, you went back up to your hotel room and simply sat on your bed and the tears that you were holding were starting to come down your face at a rapid speed all while Jack and Chris were blowing up your phone.

Future Hubby- Babe, please just come back down here so we can talk. I admit that it slipped my mind and I forgot to tell you. I did it to put less pressure on you so we can plan for our wedding. I know you’re pissed at me with good reason but please talk to me.

Chris- Y/N, I'm only doing this because I want to help you. Please understand that.

All you did was place your phone on DND as you tried to even your breathing. The calls and texts were coming in left and right including from your parents, Ari, Urban just to name a few and you just needed a second to breathe.

About ten minutes had passed before you heard a knock on the door and went to look to see that it was Jack and immediately rolled your eyes before opening it.

"Can I help you?"

"Baby please just talk to me."

"And what am I supposed to say? You left me in the dark about two things and I'm just supposed to be okay with it?" You asked while moving to the side so he could fully come into the room.

"No and I admit that what I did was wrong and I'll try to fix it the best way I can. Neelam seems nice and I think you'll like her."

"She has one time and one time only to get on my nerves and if she does I want her gone. I don't need to be micromanaged."

"I know you don't, but this is just to have an extra set of hands and that's it. I promise."

"Hmm you've been promising a lot of things lately and have broken each one."

"And it won't happen again."

"I'll believe it when I see it but for now, I'm not believing anything else that comes out of your mouth. I never thought I would ever say that. You have literally broken thirty years of trust in a matter of three hours. You tell me everything and I do the same exact thing to you. Still can't believe you thought that you could hide an entire HUMAN BEING from me."

"I wasn't trying to hide her."

"Her? Oh, her. It's a girl then huh?"

"Well she told me that the baby was a girl. I was just saying." Jack quietly said and all you did was eye him.

"I still mean what I said. I really don't want to see you for the rest of the day."

"But…. You've never missed one of my shows."

"I can still come to your show and not look at you. It’s called being backstage."

All Jack did was sigh.

"What can I possibly do to make this better? I don't like when you're mad at me."

"Pissed and hurt is more like it and truth be told… I don't know. But tell your little baby mama to stop tagging me in shit on instagram. You can start there. As for now, I am going to the spa to relax because I know my blood pressure is through the roof right now. Also, you better hope and pray that the DNA test is negative."

"Wait! You aren't going to leave me if the baby is mine are you?" Jack asked and was low key starting to panic.

All you did was stare at him.

"Hold on, I know you’re pissed and I shouldn’t have been having sex with her up until the point that I did but like I said earlier we weren’t even together. And I don't want to be with anyone else."

"And like I said before, you planned on proposing and you told me that you had my ring for a whole damn year. And if it's yours that's not the problem. I'll even throw you a fucking baby shower. My problem is you lying to my face about it. For now, I'm done talking about this so go find Urban and bother him."

"Baby…"

"No. You don't get to call me that right now. And Urban knew about this didn't he?"

Now Jack was quiet.

"Yeah, you definitely aren't sleeping in the same bed as me tonight. Get out."

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as a starting history major i wanna ask how do you read/evaluate academic history papers/books? i'm trying to avoid just blindly agreeing with whatever the author is writing because it seems correct. how can you tell what is good scholarship and what is more shaky?

This is a great question for you as a freshman history major to ask (many of my toiling colleagues and I can attest that we wish more of you would!) and shows that you're already taking initiative and investment in your studies and want to be the best prepared you can. So truly -- thank you! Us on the faculty/staff/administrative end of academia can feel as if we are pouring into an empty bucket at times, and it's always gratifying to hear otherwise. We really appreciate it.

As a college freshman and/or underclassman (or so I'm assuming) your first job is learning how to collect basic information from the things you read, collate and cite them accurately, and make them converse intelligently with each other in an entry-level piece of academic writing (such as an essay responding to an assigned prompt). So before you have to worry about understanding complex nuance and granular-level fact-checking, the first step is just getting comfortable with academic forms, styles, and conventions. There's an occasional anti-intellectual strand of thinking that pops up on Tumblr, basically insisting that everyone everywhere should be able to understand everything in fifth-grade words and if not then it's Elitist Gatekeeping, but this is a symptom of TikTok brainrot where people's brains have been literally rewired to only process spoon-fed chunks of incredibly simplistic (and uh, often wrong) information, and literally can't parse anything longer, even if it's written in accessible language. Yes, many academics are not necessarily great writers, but you also have to let go of the mindset that you can speed-read once and understand everything. You will need to slow down, take your time, and make a note of concepts that are confusing or that you want to double-check, words you need to look up, and things that make you say "hmm I should look into that more," whether because you're interested or they seem questionable. I always read academic texts or papers (I prefer hard copy, because I am Fucking Old) with a pen in hand, because if I don't, I often feel like I didn't read it at all.

Basically, this is an interactive process between you and the text, and requires you to develop a different kind of reading mentality than just buzzing through a novel or fanfic for pleasure. You have to expect that it will take time and that if you regularly skive off the readings, you won't be prepared for class, your professors will be annoyed, and you won't be able to write good essays, because you haven't engaged with the material. In your case, it sounds like that will be less of a problem, because you are eager to know how to do it right, but I can tell you from my experience that nothing frustrates us more than students who just won't do the reading (and you know, use ChatGPT to write their essays) because then what are you even DOING here? What do you want to get out of this? Why are you wasting your precious tuition money like this? Yes, you probably have to fill a requirement, but STILL. It's disrespectful to your teacher, who has invested a lot of effort in being here to help you with this and doesn't want you to just quit because it looks hard, and your peers, and to you. So anyway, /Captain Holt voice/ apparently that's a trigger for me. Basically, if you learn nothing else from this ask: please do the reading. Even if it's only to admit you need more help or want to talk about this concept in class or otherwise take advantage of all the structures that are in fact there to help you understand it! Thankee.

Likewise, because you're an underclassman, you have an advantage in that your teacher will select the class readings for you ahead of time. That means you will be receiving things that a professional has already checked, decided are useful and trustworthy, and you don't have to do independent research and vetting yourself (that will come if you decide for some godforsaken reason to pursue graduate and/or doctoral study). So you don't need to spend tons of extra time and effort deciding if the sources given to you in class are reliable on a basic and functional level; your professor has already done the work for you to make sure that they are. Your job is now to read those sources, keep a record of what they say (hence the aforementioned pen or other way to make quick notes) and figure out how to put them together in an essay. For example, if Author A cites Factor A as, say, the main cause of the fall of the Western Roman Empire, and Author B insists that Factor B was in fact more critical, what is your best approach to reconciling that information? You would search in the rest of those texts to see what else they say in support of their position, and you would probably end up with a qualified statement to the effect of, "While Author A argues A, Author B thinks B, representing the lack of consensus and the difficulty in attributing one single cause to an event as complicated as the fall of Rome." (And then because you're smart, you would go on to mention Byzantium and the Eastern Roman Empire and show that you are aware of the further context.) All of which is true! Historians do that all the time! You don't need to select THE RIGHT ANSWER and vigorously discredit all other theories, ever, and we tend to look suspiciously on people who do (cough cough Philippa Langley).

In other words, we are certainly not expecting you as a freshman, and even as a more advanced student, to be able to pick out ONE ANSWER from the material. We just want to see evidence that you have in fact read it, are able to evaluate and place theories side by side and possibly make a judgment as to which one you find more compelling, and also to properly cite where you got that information. We've seen a lot recently about plagiarism and that being the pretext on which Harvard president Claudine Gay was forced to resign (which is a whole other can of worms, but never mind). A lot of professors think that saying "Don't Do Plagiarism" is enough, but then don't explain what it is and the different forms it can take. It's not just a matter of copying verbatim chunks of someone else's work (or you know, ALL OF IT, like certain recently discredited YouTube scumbags) and acting like it's your own. If you are relying substantially on someone else's work, whether in their wording, arguments, conclusions, structure, or anything else, even if you've changed some of the words (yep, still plagiarism!), that needs to be cited appropriately according to the relevant style guide. Direct quotes from anyone need to go in quotation marks or indented blocks and have the author cited immediately afterward. History usually uses Chicago, MLA, or MHRA, and you can find cheat sheets for how to do that online. It's a pretty simple and straightforward style, and your professor will be extra impressed.

If you're expected to do an independent project or a senior research thesis, as some undergraduate history students do, then it will come when you have already had three years of experience in reading, evaluating, and writing historical scholarship, you will probably have a faculty member assigned to you for one-on-one mentoring and personalized feedback sessions, and they will be able to provide suggestions and support for useful sources. So even then, you still don't have to do it entirely on your own. They'll probably also be MORE than happy to debate with you which ones are good and which ones are suspect, because it's all a part of developing your ability to flex that muscle for yourself. (And as noted, faculty members Will Have Strong Opinions.) That likewise doesn't mean you just have to copy whatever they say (at least if you have a good teacher who wants you to think for yourself and not just be a mini-clone of their pet theories), but it means that by the time you reach that stage, you will have been prepared enough to feel confident in taking more steps on your own. I think not enough people realize that studying history (or anything, really) isn't just throwing you out there and being like "tough luck sucker, do it all yourself."

That's why academia is so collaborative, why plenty of historians with doctorates and tenure will still have to say "I don't know, let me get back to you" when someone asks them a question at a conference, and you don't have to fear that if you don't have The One Right Answer, you will be immediately exposed as a fraud and thrown out. History as a discipline is also moving away from the 19th-century German approach that attempted to systematize it as a singular social science with One Right Answer, and to focus more on multiple perspectives and incomplete answers. That's why the goal is not necessarily to know everything (which alas, is impossible), but to make better sense of what we can know and search for ways in which the existing record is flawed and needs to be revised, expanded, or reworked with new perspectives (which have existed all this time, but haven't been privileged by the white male western academy for the obvious reasons). And that work is fun and important! I don't want you to be scared of getting to that point, because someone will be there to support you the whole way and by the time you do, it will make sense to you in a way it probably doesn't right now, just because it's a new skill and like any new skill, it takes a long time to learn and to be able to apply confidently, consistently, and at a high level. And plenty of us who do it as a career still often have to say "I don't know, let me ask Dr. So-and-so who specializes in this," so yeah. It's a process of becoming comfortable with both learning how to answer what we can, and to ask others for help with that, and it never really ends. Which is the fun part. There's so much more to do.

Good luck!

#anonymous #ask #history #school stuff #academia: not even once

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cerridwen007 · 1 year

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Put him in his Place.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 3k (18+)

Summary: Javier comes home from a particularly hard day at work and instead of being able to help him relax and take his mind off work like you usually can, he snaps at you causing you to put him in his place.

Notes/warnings: SMUT,established relationship,oral (female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, slapping, rough sex, switch reader, switch Javier, powerplay, dirty talk, Javi being a cocky little brat.

A/N: This is the very first smut I've finished and am posting to Tumblr, so please let me know what you think/ what I can improve on. I'm pretty shit at editing but I looked over it a few times so hopefully it's okay/easy to read. Also when I was writing the start I kept thinking the song Sunny by Bobby Hebb would work really well with it for some reason. Like I was picturing it like a scene in a movie,(spoiler) Javi and reader just aggressively making out to that happy song haha, which I honestly don’t know if it's been done before. So if you wanted to maybe play that song just as you are about to start reading and see if it fits. Sorry for the long author's notes. Hope you enjoy it!

Javier and you have been rocky ever since Pablo Escobar got put in prison, a jail of his own design that was basically the opposite of a jail. Yes, Javier has been stressed since you met about work but now more than ever his stress has been through the roof.

Usually you were able to calm him down with a drink and some "relief" and he would be fairly relaxed till something else at work came up. You understood it was a stressful job and a stressful case. You just hoped it would be over soon because seeing Javier stressed all the time killed you a little inside. Although you didn't mind one bit helping him relax in more ways than one. Tonight was a bit different though.

Javier opened the door hard, making a loud bang, he slammed his fist against the door shutting it. "Fucken hell!" You cringed a little at the loud noises before walking over to greet him in the most soothing voice you could. "Hi Javi, baby, how was your day?" It didn't work. Instead of responding "not the best but atleast I'm here with you now" like he usually did before giving you a big long kiss, he angrily walks past you.

"I need a drink"

Before you can go to pour him one he grabs himself a full glass of whiskey and knocks it back in one go. He then starts pouring himself a second glass. You chime in trying to calm the lion. "Honey I made your favourite tonight! And after dinner maybe I could run you a nice hot bath, and then maybe I'll let you have a little show of my new lingerie set!"

Instead of scooping you up and taking you to the bedroom with a sly smirk on his face like you expected him to do he scoffs and shoots down his second drink of the night. He gets up and walks over to the door not even making eye contact with you.

"I'm going out, don't wait up."

You grab his wrist gently, "Hey I don't know what happened at work today, we can talk about it if you want but we don't have to but I don't think it's a good idea to drink your troubles away.

"God, nothing happened at work okay, stop mothering me and leave me like the rest do okay!"

His words hurt a little and they hurt hearing knowing he is hurting and that for some reason he doesn't want to confide in you about it or let you help him. But still you brushed them aside knowing that Javier struggled to open up sometimes.

"Okay I understand your upset Javi but please don't take this out on me okay I'm just trying to help you cause I care about you."

He pulls his wrist away from you and looks into your eyes with an anger you haven't ever seen in your shared home, a look that is only used when dealing with the most terrible criminals in Bogota.

"I’m not fucken taking anything out on you okay bitch, you're just being a clingy whiny child that won't leave me alone, for God's sake I need my space."

Something overcomes you, you are not ever an aggressive person even in the bedroom, and you knew that it was not the normal Javier speaking, no disrespecting, you like that and that he must have had a hell of shitstorm day at work but still, you needed to put him in his place.

You raise your hand and slap him fairly hard across his cheek. You immediately feel bad and go to apologise. " i...i...sorry I didn-"

"Do it again"

"What?"

"Slap me again, harder this time"

" if this is trap I don't want-"

"It's nothing like that, don't get me wrong I love how much you care despite what I said but this what I saw in your eyes as you slapped me, that passion, made me wanna ravage you all night."

Each word he speaks you see the desire grow in his eyes and the wetter you get.

"Stop talking."

You slap a little lower and harder on his jawline leaving a red mark that stings his smirking face. You both lunge at each other holding each other's face in your hands, lips pressed firmly against one another's, tongues slip in and out of eachothers mouth dancing around, encased in wetness.

Javier pushes you against the wall hard, smashing the glass of the picture frame behind you. You moan out in pain and pleasure. You push off the wall walking Javier backwards and your hands start roaming to each other's bodies each trying to get each other's clothes off as fast as possible. Your lips only break to catch your breaths and to get a better look at the buttons.

You push him up against the wall this time keeping you body close to his. He groans a little in pleasure as you do. He pushes off the wall and the shirts come off. In one quick movement he undoes your bra and hoists you up so your legs wrap around his hips. Throwing you against the wall harder times you both moan, you can feel his hard cock pushing against your waist.

He kisses down your jawline, down your neck to your breasts where he fondles them in his hands and sucks on the left nipple, the stimulation of one of your most sensitive areas causes you to moan loudly. You brace yourself with one hand on the wall palm flat. The other hand on the nape of Javi's neck moving up to his soft dark short hair.

He switches nipples, you grind against his cock hinting you want more as the desire builds up in you more and more. He takes the hint and pulls you off the wall putting his lips back against yours, hot and wet. His hands go down you back to your ass where they hold on for dear life. He backs into the bedroom. Your hand that was on the wall now holds his jaw. He turns around and throws you both down on the bed, him on top of you.

He strips your pants off you quickly before doing the same to himself. The heat between your legs rises seeing his toned tan arms flex as they literally rip your panties off you, pulling the shreds down your legs out of the way. He looks like a wild animal about to sink its teeth into prey, eyes alive with anger, hunger and lust. But you're not backing off in fear.

You pull him close to your body and roll so you're on top of him, and grab his member in his boxers firmly, he raises his hips and head up, his brows crease together overcome with pleasure with a tinge of pain. You grab the top of his head, his soft warm brown hair gripped between your white knuckles. Pulling a little you put him in his place.

"You won't do any of that till I tell you to.” you harshly whisper into his face, releasing his cock from your firm grip.

He stares in your eyes not breaking contact, his lips slightly turning into a smirk while his eyes are still very much alive with passion and hate.

"Oh yeah?" He growls

He flips you over so he is on top now. He grabs your wrists with one of his hands and raises it above your head. This is a play for power now. Javier liked your fire and control just as much as he likes having his own. So he wants to test to see how far you will go before you give into him.

"You're going to regret that" you say with a firm tone.

"Make me" he smirks

You lift your head to kiss him. He goes in for the kiss. You swerve and sink your teeth semi lightly into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, leaving a mark that will last a while. Javi pulls away and groans in pain, but is turned on more than ever. While he's distracted you pull your wrists apart from his hold and flip so you're on top again, straddling him.

"You're being a very bad boy," you hiss.

"Can't help it" he smiles, grinning.

You push firmly down on his chest and go to kiss the mark you gave him seconds before. You leave a trail of kisses and bites into his skins down his chest and stomach. He groans with every contact, each making his cock pulse in need of release. You make it to his boxes and pull them down slowly. You lick your lips and purse them around the tip of his dick. He whimpers quietly.

"I haven't even started yet baby and you're already whimpering, can't wait for you to start screaming my name."

You say smirking before putting your lips back on his throbbing dick, pushing the tip past your lips and adding a hand to his thick cock.

You start slow but quickly build momentum and his dick becomes slick with your spit and his precum. He fights the urge to buck his hips up and instead grips the sheets with one of his veiny hands and pushes some of your hair behind your ear with the other.

"F...fuck sweetheart.... you're too good at that!"

You smirk around his cock, your teeth lightly graze him for a second causing him to groan loudly. You fasten your strokes as he moans in total pleasure. You smirk to yourself knowing you almost got it out of him.

Moaning your name turns into incomprehensible whimpers as you bring him to his high, but you're not finished till you milk out every last drop with your hands firm around him, licking everything he has to offer.

Both of you breathless, you go up to his face and passionately kiss, exchanging the taste of him and his pleasure to his own tongue. He goes to sit you up and switch positions before kneeling in front of you so he can offer you some release now.

"Oh... no baby you don't have to do that... tonight's all about making you feel goo-"

"Please... let me... please let me make you feel as good as you just made me feel... let me taste your sweetness."

He was begging you to let him stuff his face between your thighs. God it made you feel powerful, to have a man like Javier on knees before you, you couldn't say no to that. Not to mention that everytime he ate you out, (which with Javier was often because he couldn't get enough of you) he left your legs trembling for the rest of the night from his fucken godly tongue.

"Okay baby, you've begged enough." You tease.

Before you can say another word his face dives between your warmth, head first into your wet folds. He licks a tender strip up your pussy before teasing your pulsating clit with the tip of his tongue. You throw your head back and uncontrollably moan out.

“Fuck!”

He wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls your centre closer to him. He slips a thick finger into you slowly causing you to arch your back into his touch.

"Javi" you breathily moan, totally succumbing to the divine pleasure that this man was devoted to giving you just with his mouth and hands. The pathetic whines you make as he slips a second finger into your hole, pumping them in and out of your pussy make his cock twitch. But he pushes down the need to be buried deep inside you till he fully repays the pleasure you gave him.

Knowing how close you are by the more strangled and loud moans coming from your pretty little mouth, he fucks you harder and deeper with his fingers and further stimulates your throbbing clit with his tongue, very gently biting down occasionally, blending the lines of pain and pleasure.

"Cum for me cariño, give me all your sweet essence to drink. He breathes against your wet centre.

Those words push you over the edge. A series of loud breathy moans escape your mouth, your legs trembling, threatening to crush Javi's head, but he doesn't care or notice. He is too busy working you through your high, licking up every sweet drop of your liquid pleasure he can get from you.

He eventually comes up and crawls up to you cradle your reddened face between his hands, passionately kissing your plump lips.The taste of both of your pleasures are exchanged, dancing around each other tongues. You break away, both of you still out of breath from the previous activities. He lies down on his back next to you.

Your mind flashes back to the start of the night, the events that ultimately led you here. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks once again as the anger you felt overcomes you once again. You think Javi still needs to be taught a lesson, and just thinking about putting him in his place makes your pussy ache in need for his cock to fill the emptiness his fingers left moments ago filled.

Noticing a shift in the air, Javi asks you what you're thinking about.

"Oh just how I still think you need to be put in your place Peña." You growl.

He smirks, loving every second of this new power dynamic he gets. "Oh you gonna teach me a lesson baby" he teases waiting for a reaction out of you.

"Oh you fucken bet, smartass" you snap back. Quickly you move on top of him again and slap his face.

“Your a very lucky man Javi, to be blessed with such a patient partner who is used to dealing your shitty attitude, offering every ounce of love and care she has to you every time you have a bad day at work, sucking your dick so hard you forget all you problems for the night.”

“Oh yeah I sure am lucky-”

You push your thumb to his lips while holding his chin in the rest of your fingers, shushing him.

“I wasn't finished talking!” you snap.

“Someone better teach you a lesson about manners before someone permanently shuts that dirty little mouth of yours.”

Javi gulps, his cock straining against your warm weight above needing more and more to release his show of affection in your tight wet cunt.

You tip his chin up, pulling your thumb down his lips slowly. You push your face close to his, mouths almost touching.

“What, cat got your tongue?” you whisper seductively in his mouth, licking your lips. Your hot breath causes his cock to pulsate even more and goosebumps to emerge over his neck. He swallows hard, a quiet moan escaping his throat.

“Good boy, you finally learnt that it's best to shut up then let your sly tongue ruin the fun for you.” you joke.

You once again firmly grab his throbbing boner and stroke it a few times before guiding it to your entrance, you slowly sit down on it, letting your cunt adjust to his wide length. Breathy moans fall out of both of your mouths. Once you reach the base, you let half of his cock fall out before taking it all again. You fasten your pace, arching your back as the angle his cock hits every time causes your breath to hitch in your throat, making strangled moans.

He becomes a whimpering mess below you, both from the pleasure you were bestowing upon him and because of his overwhelming need to turn you over and fuck the shit out of you himself, fueled by the need to appease and pleasure the one good thing in his life.

“Please let me fuck you baby make you feel way better than you can make yourself feel bouncing on my dick.”

You stare at him, at first annoyed but then smile knowing that nobody can make you feel as good as he can, even yourself. You felt you had teased him enough tonight not letting him take full control like he usually did. You smirk nodding and give a playful slap on his chest.

“Okay but you better fuck the shit out me pretty boy, make my cunt ache for days after this.”

“Oh mi amor, you won’t be able to even walk for days after this.” he said with a smirk twisting into a devilish smile.

He swiftly sits up to embrace you tightly, his pace quickly surpassing that off your own. The new angle hitting you somehow even deeper than before, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You now are the one who whimpers pathetically, love-drunk on every mind numbing thrust Javi provides you. Chills run throughout your body as Javi brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. In between his deep grunts and breathes he whispers dirty, dirty words into your ear.

“Yeah that’s right… nobody can make you feel as good..as…I can cariño.”

“I love your tight little cunt….and those little desperate sounds you make… when I fuck the shit out it.”

“God you look so fucken pretty…. when you're about cum on my cock… wanna stay like this… with you forever.”

The both of you are so close, to help you finish he squeezes to tighter, closer to him, kneading one of your breasts with one hand and circling you clit with the other, using his hands as the anchors to enter your pussy as hard and fast as he can. Your hand reaches up to behind his head as you both simultaneously reach your high.

“Ahhhh…. fuck…. Javi…. you feel so good!”

You turn your head and look at him, he leans forward and kisses your forehead, panting hard as he rides out his high. He carefully slips out his softening dick out of your aching, sensitive pussy. You both fall into the bed holding each close as you catch your breaths yet again.

“Fuck I think i’m going to need you come home from work angry more often.” you laugh out of breath.

He laughs against the back of your neck. “Yeah also feel free to slap me whenever you want cause fuck… that was hot.”

You both laugh, nodding. This night turned out better than expected, and you wish to be nowhere else except here entwined closely with the love of your life, hot,sticky and tired after you extraneous activities, slowly drifting to sleep with nothing but the sounds of busy Bogotá and Javi’s deep breaths caressing your neck.

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lilpotatjj · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Bella Ramsey one shot? I was thinking smut, with inexperienced reader x experienced Bella. I’m thinking either reader has had a crush on Bella foreverrr and asking Bella to take their virginity.

Or if you’re open to this idea,, corruption kink? Bella X innocent reader. In which Bella helps the reader out (ifykwim) because “best friends do this all the time” 🫣

A/N: Thank u so much anon for this beautiful idea of yours. I loved it to write. I'm sure I lost my innocents a second time after writing this😳 I hope it's close to what you wanted. Never wrote a corruption kink story.

Wordcount: 1,8k

Warning: SMUT, slightly dominant Bella and inexperienced AND innocent Fem!Reader, corruption kink! (I tried), fingering, pet names, language

Uses of She/Her

♡my desire for you♡ (18+)!

When does this pain end? a day? one week? a whole year?

You thought, but you still live with the thought of never being able to show Bella how much you are in love with her.

Too afraid of ruining everything you have. Besides, Bella doesn't seem to be looking for anything steady, more like just something fun.

You don't have any desire for anyone else. You always endure the pain when Bella has spent time with someone else and let off steam. A knock on your door. "ready to beat the shit out of some assholes?"

Bella holds the game The Last Of Us in her hand and waves it in front of your nose. You two are what you might call inseparable friends.

"Come in" you take the game from her and prepare it to play. "I'm going to take a shower, I had training" she winks playfully and disappears into the bathroom. "training....yes, sure..." you mutters to yourself.

She comes out of the bathroom barely covered with a towel. Great, always provoke me....it's not like I find you hot...you thought ironically.

"Bella grabs her clothes while you gaze at her intently. You both are generally very open about all the things in your lives.

Bella notices your look and smirks. "What? Nothing you've never seen before". Bella continues to change and your face flushes red. She sits down with you and looks in your eyes. "you look like you want to jump me" She quips and you quickly grab your controller.

Now Bella looks at you rather suspiciously. "You haven't let off steam in a while, have you?" Bella just smirks and you make an embarrassed face. "like....how....without a girlfriend...."

Bella's laugh disappears as quickly as it came and now looks at you seriously. "wait....you've never had one if you've been honest with me over the years" You look at her with puppy dog eyes. "but!......then, you...never had sex? with anyone?"

"caught, yes never" You start the game as if you just wished someone health after sneezing.

"No way!" She looks at you in complete surprise. "wow....how can you stand it?" Bella takes your controller and looks at you.

You can't look her in the face because it screams for Bella to finally touch you. "Y/N....." she carefully grabs your face and looks deep into your eyes. "tell me why...." It slowly dawns on Bella but you remain silent, which only confirms Bella's suspicions.

"The one I love is unattainable...." you whisper, she still has her hands on your face

"but she is always with you..." Bella finishes my sentence and a slight blush comes over her cheeks.

"You won't believe how much I've always wanted you to touch me like this" Bella's breath quickens and you come closer until finally your lips find each other. You kiss tenderly, as if you were just trying it out, but the kiss quickly turns into a fight for dominance, which Bella has under control.

Again and again a soft sigh comes out from both of you and Bella pushes you backwards, holds both of your arms and pins you to the floor. "stop ... you make me horny". Is all you bring shakily out.

The adrenaline is already boiling over. "What if I don't want to stop?" She starts kissing your neck and licking it tenderly again and again, only to hit your sensitive spot, which almost makes you lose your mind.

You can't help but moan softly. "You taste too good....this makes me really hungry" Bella licks her lips. "You look totally exhausted, and we haven't even done anything "totally embarrassed, you avoid her greedy gaze.

"And if I want more?" you look at her longingly, completely overwhelmed by all your feelings.

"you don't know what you're asking me....." She comes so close that the tips of your noses touch. "are you sure...?" She continues to kiss you lovingly on the neck and chin.

You just nod silently and try to ignore your heart, which is beating far too fast.

"I want to hear you....." her gaze totally insistent.

"yes...I want..." You struggle to speak through her tender kissing.

"What do you want!?" she couldn't look more intimidating.

"I want you to be the one....who...take my innocence" That sentence from you was like music to her ears. She lets go of you and can't help but smile cheekily and looks at your bed. "up there then I'll show you the true joy in life" You get up, completely excited and shy and sit down on the bed.

"So you want your best friend to give you a little help...." You sit on the edge of the bed, almost helpless as Bella sits on your lap and just kisses you, more demanding, claws at your hair and holds you firmly under control that you cannot escape.

You let yourself be carried away and sometimes a moan escapes between the kisses. The air is becoming more and more tense and the kissing almost turns into a bite. You feel the pure heat and lust throughout your body.

She starts undressing you, wants to challenge you and still show you how it works. "jeezzz...Bella...that feels so exciting"

Bella pushes you onto the bed. "take off your jeans" You obey almost like a little puppy and you are rid of your jeans.

Her gaze falls on your completely soaked panties. "So wet only for me...I don't know how you could stand it all these years...."

You look at her completely submissively. "It was pure agony..." Tears are slowly running down your temples.

"your so sweet baby" totally flashed by the sight of you, she gently kisses down your cheeks to the side and licks away a tear.

"take off your panties" you stroke the inside of her thighs and stop right in front of her midsection.

The thought of being completely exposed makes your heart almost explode, the reason you hesitate. "It's ok but we can't continue if you don't undress." Bella gives you a warm smile and you pull off your underwear which lands on the floor regardless. Too uncomfortable to be so innocent you put an arm over your eyes and bite your bottom lip.

"stop hiding...you're so fucking beautiful" Bella examines every corner of your body and takes your arm away from your face just to kiss you, while you're still a little tense.

"I want to kiss you everywhere!" Bella is getting more excited.

"go ahead...please.." you speak in a shaky voice. She doesn't need to be told twice and starts kissing your neck, slowly and greedily working her way down to your chest. You sigh under her kisses, look down at her as she tenderly plays her tongue around one of your nipples. One of her hands wanders to the other breast and plays with it curiously.

You start to relax and close your eyes slightly. "May I go further down?" Bella looks at you impatiently and her British accent almost drives you insane.

"please...yes go ahead" Bella grabs one of your legs over her shoulder, clasp it and with the other hand pushes your other leg slightly to the side to get as close as possible to the Garden of Eden" all that tingling makes you loosen up and you are slowly getting more and more impatient yourself.

Without thinking twice, she starts with soft kisses right on your clit, moves a little further down to lick your folds. "You taste so good" She tries to play with her tongue on your opening a little further, testing you and you can't help but groan louder one after another. "I'm going to try and stick a finger in there....gently. you're so wet...damn" You get really nervous but try to keep your composure.

"it's ok..." you look at her in a daze. "You're sure I should do that? I won't ask again!" You just nod again. "I fucking want to hear the words!"

"please...I want to feel you....I want you to fuck me so bad" You're already begging her.

"That's a good girl...." She grins proudly and starts kissing your clit again, this time she gently inserts a finger, just a little, which makes you moan.

You're so wet that you can hardly resist, but Bella doesn't get very far. A bigger resistance stops her and she looks up at you without raising her head.

"Ready....? might hurt a bit but I'll take it slow.

"please..just start....want to feel you so bad....." you beg her impatiently. Bella gently pushes against the resistance causing you to narrow your eyes slightly in pain.

"come on...just a little bit further....do it for me darling..." with a little jerk her finger dives much deeper into you, the reason that you moan clearly. Bella doesn't move her finger for now so you can get used to the feeling.

"I want more...please Bella..." You look at her helplessly and Bella smirks contentedly. "someone tasted blood huh...?" She moves her finger very carefully and literally explores every corner of you which makes you groan and close your eyes. The feeling of what makes you a moaning mess becomes more and more beautiful and intens. Slight tingling causes Bella to insert a second finger and only brings you even more into ecstasy.

"feels...too good...more...I want so much..more" Bella kisses your neck while moving her fingers faster and further inside you.

"I want everything from you...your innocence is not enough for me! Cum for me!" Her fingers move more and more roughly which almost completely shoots you over the edge.

"your wet pussy is so tight, feels good darling hm?" You can't answer anymore and an overwhelming tingling comes over you from your midsection all the way to your fingertips, like lightning hitting you and you moaning completely out of control.

You arch your back and claw your way into the blanket with all your might. A few more movements so that you calm down a bit and finally Bella pulls her fingers out of you to lick them off afterwards.

"too delicious..." Bella smiles contentedly." your such a naughty and brave girl...all for me"

"that was amazing...you are amazing!" You are completely exhausted.

"You know that we do this more often now......?" You stare at her, dumbfounded.

"As friends?"

"No...you're mine now. And no one else is allowed to touch you!" You just swallow with the thought that Bella always has other girls. "but....you're always with other-"

"won't happen, I promise. I didn't notice you and it the whole time. I won't let you go!" You snuggle up under the covers and cuddle up together. "bella...your hand...what..." You stare at her and she smiles her freakin' cute smile.

"round 2........?"

Uuuugh....that was just uuuugh. Thx for reading. If u want more look at my masterlist or send me requests♡

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wen-kexing-apologist · 1 year

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Mommy Dearest 2.0

This time it's about Bed Friend!

And it's not about the mothers in Bed Friend as much as it is about everyone's favorite Walking Green Flag: King and how he is Thinking, Watching, Evaluating Uea and his relationship to his mother. Because I've been thinking about this a lot since Episode 4 and I just haven't gotten around to writing about it yet.

Within five minutes of this show airing, we as an audience know exactly what Uea's relationship to his mother is. We know how completely and precisely she is responsible for his trauma both in the past and in the present. But no one else does.

King certainly doesn't.

But, King is perceptive, and King, by way of the narrative, is present for (or the cause of) a great number of Uea's triggers throughout the show so far. And he has no context for them outside of his own observations, but again, King is perceptive.

So the lights go out and Uea crumples in the parking lot. And at this point, maybe King doesn't know what happened (that Uea is scared of the dark) he just knows Uea is having a strong reaction to something.

Uea sees the abuse he has suffered at the hands of his mother

King sees a panic attack.

So Uea and the rest of the office go out for drinks and Uea sits in the back and watches everyone have fun, until he is alone in the bathroom and gets a text.

Uea sees the abuse of filial piety at the hands of his mother

King sees Uea's sudden shift in behavior from being introverted and sipping a drink in the corner, to drinking everything in sight

Shout out to reflections in this show for giving me endless moments of King looking at Uea.

Episode 2

King is grappling with his guilt and concern for Uea in the aftermath of their one night stand, and he (as usual tbh) spends a lot of his time staring right at Uea. Trying to pick apart every facial expression Uea makes.

Uea gets a call

and the next thing King knows Uea is rushing out of work early, panicked and heading to the hospital. And so he tries to help by driving Uea there.

What Uea sees is his mother, whose accident was not super severe, manipulating him, blaming him for the accident, and once again asking him for money, in a way he isn't able to ignore or avoid.

Uea has his typical shut down reaction to the interaction, but crucially in episode 2, King is there to witness Uea's relationship to his mother. He's able to see the way Uea's mother demands money from him, he's able to better contextualize Uea's behavior changes.

And when Uea's mother leaves after being given way too much of both Uea and King's money, where are King's eyes trained?

Right at Uea, and the entire exchange in the hospital when King enters the scene, King keeps looking between Uea's mother and Uea, trying to analyze the situation.

""You heard all that, didn't you?" "Yes," "I'm...sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

And this moment is great to me because we have a #respectfulKing on our hands who will not pry, or push Uea to tell him anything. He doesn't act expectant or entitled to any context or backstory of Uea's that might help explain this situation. But as we, the audience, know, King is in love with Uea, and as such I think King really wants to set himself up to be a safety zone for Uea. He wants Uea to feel comfortable, he wants Uea to feel loved, and we won't know that Uea trusts King like that until he starts talking about his history.

So King still doesn't know Uea's trauma history, but he wants to, he wants Uea to know that he has someone that cares, and so King starts to shift how he approaches conversations with Uea. Sometimes, very intentionally, and sometimes not, but every time he does it has the effect of hitting on some very specific parts of Uea's trauma.

When they get STD testing: "Why are you embarassed? We didn't do anything wrong." King might be able to sense Uea's shame/internalized homophobia, he certainly saw the panic in Uea's eyes when his Mom asked "Is this your boyfriend?" but I don't think he understands how strongly he is striking at the root of Uea's issues. His mother used to lock him in the bathroom, tell him she would beat him to death, and call him a slut. Having casual, one-night stand style sex is anxiety and guilt inducing for Uea because it meets his definition of 'slut', something he never felt like he was allowed to be.

This post is Uea's mother (and family) specific so I won't really get in to the P'Pock trauma here, but King is present to witness Uea turn and try to hide his face when he sees Pock from across the mall, and that is another thing he takes and files away.

Because King is so finely honed in on Uea's emotions (and because Uea is very obvious with his emotions), King knows something is still bothering Uea after their STI test and after dinner and he navigates a conversation about the differences people can have and want from sex, intimacy, and love. Once again striking at the crux of Uea's issue, the internalized homophobia Uea has had beaten in to him by his mother.

Episode 3

King has now seen how Uea interacts with his mother, has gotten a better understanding of his personal perceptions on sex and love, has seen him have at least one panic attack, and King is trying to fill in the blanks from there.

So Uea gets these texts in the middle of a conversation with King

"Are you avoiding my calls?" "I'm just asking for a little bit of money," "You have to come home this Sat," "Your Dad asked about you," "Don't accept the call?"

And where is King looking? Right at Uea's phone. But I don't think he's reading the messages, honestly it's probably too far away and the message are coming in pretty fast. But I'm sure that King is at the very least, able to see that Uea is getting spammed with messages from his mother, and he's able to see the way Uea's body language changes as a result.

"What happened, Uea?" King asks, because he is concerned, because he sees the way Uea retreats into himself whenever his mother is involved.

"My Mom wants me to go home," Uea replies

"You should go home,"

Now, the "you should go home," statement I find very interesting considering the conversation on Episode 4 this whole post is leading up to. That King of all people would see how Uea and his mother interact with one another and suggest that Uea go home. I think here King misinterprets what Uea is saying. By that I mean, I think Uea is actually answering King's "what happened?" as if he is answering "what's wrong?' and King is assuming that Uea is deflecting the question and just making a general statement "I have to go home tonight." King saying "you should go home," is him telling Uea it's okay to bail on whatever plans they may have been floating about hooking up that evening.

"King...tonight you can come if you want to,"

We've seen it before and we will see it again, Uea processes and regulates his emotional state through sex, through physical intimacy.

"You don't go home?"

Finally! Some semblance of an admission from Uea that something is wrong. Some honesty and a nod that Uea is starting to trust in King. King sees that and takes the opportunity to try and determine the extent of the trust he is being given.

"Are you okay, Uea?" and to me, it demonstrates a shift in their relationship, that Uea doesn't lie. He still can't tell King the truth, that he's not okay. He still can't put his emotional vulnerabilities out into the world like that, but he can stop pretending that he's okay. He can simply not respond and therefore give King the honest answer.

Throughout the show, one of Uea's coping mechanisms is sex, to seek out joy and pleasure from physical intimacy since he can't rely on emotional intimacy.

Shout out to the translation of the background OST music

It's important to me that we are shown a moment of non-sexual intimacy between King and Uea rather than sex immediately after the conversation about home. Not that sex is inherently wrong, obviously that is not the case, but because their relationship started with sex and needs to grow into something with a strong and healthy foundation. Because we need to see, and Uea needs to see that King cares for him outside of what his body can provide. Uea needs to see that King is not just in this for the sex, but that he wants more from it. So we get this lovely little moment...

...and then King accidentally triggers Uea. Uea sees his stepfather, and King sees

Fear.

Honestly, thinking about color analysis the fact that when Uea is talking about not going home he is absolutely suffocating under all that yellow, a color we know is associated pretty heavily with his childhood under the guise of striving for happiness, wishing and hoping for it. And when Uea is triggered and incapable of hiding his emotional state, he is surrounded by clear glass???? (Thoughts @respectthepetty?)

Another panic reaction from Uea, and King has yet another indication that something is wrong. Now, again we as the audience have been made aware that Uea's step-dad is the reason why he is reacting this way. But King doesn't have that same knowledge.

What he does have, is the knowledge of the previous conversation where Uea mentions he hasn't been home in a long time. What he does have, is the entire exchange in the hospital.

So though he can't know exactly what it is that caused Uea's reaction in this scene, and he can't know for sure that it has to do with Uea's family. King definitely has to know by now that something is wrong with Uea's family.

And after Uea has processed his own emotions at the memory of his childhood and he invites King back, King reaches out again to Uea. Trying to get a better understanding of why it is Uea is engaging in this FWB in the first place. And Uea says something he believes but that is fundamentally untrue, "I guess I just want to fuck up my life more," and we know this is untrue because King has been nothing but kind, attentive, devoted, open, and altogether healthy with Uea from the start of their FWB agreement.

But again, Uea is starting to trust King, so he follows up his half truth with a whole one "My life isn't great after all," and this is the truest thing I think Uea has ever said to King.

And it's important to me too, that Uea is actively and currently experiencing trauma by way of Pock in this show, and that King is around to witness all of that. Because it forces Uea and King to have conversations about it, it shows Uea that King cares about him, that he would fight for and protect him, it makes King fully aware that Uea has a lot of shit going on. It shows Uea how King does navigate potentially traumatizing situations with Uea and the that he doesn't pity or coddle Uea, but he does care, and he does check in, and he does want to genuinely know what is wrong.

And he can do that with Pock because Uea can't avoid talking about Pock when King is the one literally prying Pock off of Uea. But King wasn't there for Uea's childhood abuse, he wasn't there for the dinner at Uea's Mom's house, he is completely oblivious to the extent of Uea's childhood trauma. So he has to wait for Uea to come to him about it. He has to wait for Uea to trust him enough to share that part of himself.

Where previously Uea has retreated from everyone when actively triggered, not upset or frustrated like when he gets texts about money from his Mom but actually and actively coming down from flashes, this time he seeks King out. He is finding more comfort in King, so he calls when he could be alone. And he tries to push his emotions down, he tries to drown them out in King but this is too fresh, and King is too aware of Uea...

"Uea, is everything alright? You look anxious,"

"A little bit,"

Please picture me rubbing my hands together with glee. UEA IS HONEST! WITH HIS FEELINGS! AFTER MEETING WITH HIS MOTHER!! and King stops the physical interaction. He will not take advantage of Uea's emotional compromise. He wants Uea to be calm, he wants Uea to be regulated. Again he doesn't push or pry, he just helps Uea redirect his anxious energy in to self care. He gives Uea a birthday cake.

And boom!

Another accidental hit at a fundamentally horrible life experience of Uea's. His mother completely ignoring his birthday, leaving him to celebrate alone with only a candle. King gives him cake, shows him he cares, Uea has a chance to celebrate his birthday. And you can tell in the scene how touched Uea is that King did this for him.

But still Uea won't talk to King about it. So I think it's at this point King starts changing tactics. He will start opening up to Uea and see where that gets him.

"I'm tired,"

"What happened?"

"It's about my mom. She called me to come home. Do you have any plans for this weekend? Can I go to your room?"

"What? Don't you come home? You told me your Mom wants you to,"

(cough cough DIRECT PARALLEL cough)

"Yes she wants me to. But I don't. She's a grumpy lady,"

and GOD THANK YOU JAMES FOR UEA'S REACTION TO THIS CONVERSATION BECAUSE IT IS EXQUISITE.

I wish I had a gifset to do it proper justice, but the way Uea is doing mental calculus here, the recognition, the surprise, and the hesitation he is portraying in having Uea initiate this conversation?

When I watch this scene I can't shake the feeling that there is this little, hopeful part of Uea that wants King to say "Yes," that that might be the thing that pushes Uea to be honest with King. To tell King the truth of what he's been through at this hands of his mother and step-father.

...but King says "Not exactly," and starts talking about his brother the perfectionst and Uea just...

shuts down. Because King has said the wrong thing, because Uea has decided that King would not understand what he has been through if he is complaining that his mother is grumpy because he doesn't meet his brother's standards. And while that is something that I do this Uea related to (seeing as he is the unwanted child who gets no love from his parents compared to his sister) to have King say he doesn't really have problems with his family makes me think that Uea does not think that King has an abuse problem with his family.

And because Uea, despite the way his family treated him relative to his sister, loves his sister dearly, while King seems to harbor some resentment towards his own brother.

And this is the fascinating part of this show for me, this is the scene I keep coming back to because I think this is the scene that sets the rest of the events in motion with Uea and King. Because King's mother is going to start getting in the way of their relationship. Because King is trying to get Uea to open up to him here. He is trying to be vulnerable with his feelings about his mother to Uea in the hopes that Uea will be open about his feelings about his mother. But King fundamentally misunderstands how terribly Uea is has been treated. King fundamentally misunderstands how much of the triggers he has witnessed from Uea are from his parents as opposed to from Pock.

If King had said "yes, I do have problems with my family" in this scene I whole-heartedly believe that Uea would have told him the truth about his own troubles here.

Uea is desperate to trust King, he is certainly already in love with King by this point. (If you had to ask me, Uea realized he was in love with King in episode 3 when King checks up on him outside after Pock harasses him the first time). But he's been hurt so much, and fundamentally believes that he is un-loveable, so every moment where there is a possibility of betrayal makes Uea retreat further and further.

Uea wants to trust King and we know this because when they are alone in the pool, Uea starts telling King about Lampang, about his cousins there, about how he is from there. We know this because when Uea's drunk and he therefore has less control over the wall he has built, he is the one to initiate intimacy with King. Not sexual intimacy, romantic intimacy, on the beach, at sunset.

And so the test begins.

Episode 5

Unfortunately for King, his mother is continuing to get in the way of him and Uea becoming official.

We know Uea is moving towards changing the status of his relationship to King from FWB to boyfriends, because he starts trying to test King's limits. He doesn't allow King a "reward" for not having sex with him when he was drunk, he starts telling King that he's met the weekly quota, he starts citing their rules more. If King can respect these, if King still wants to hang out with Uea when he knows that sex is not on the table, then surely King must feel the same way that Uea does.

And King, knowing that Uea trusts him more, that he's testing him, but that he's also tolerating King pushing their rules a little bit, has another opportunity to try to get Uea to fully open up to him when they go to dinner. When Uea gets the text from his mother asking about money. When King looks at him, concerned, and says "Uea,"

But before he can ask Uea anything, before he can check up on Uea at all...

King's mother calls, and sets everything in motion. King is being sent on an arranged date. King wants Uea to trust him. King wants Uea to fight for them. King wants to know where he is at with Uea and Uea is too scared of getting hurt, and so he ignores the question. He tells King that only King is able to decide if he wants to go on the date on or not. King spends so much of Episode 5 after this conversation trying to show Uea that he doesn't want anyone else.

And King gets that final confirmation that he is a safe zone for Uea when the lights go out at the end, and he is able to calm Uea down just from telling him he will hold him through the night. This is also a great indication to King that Uea has a fear of the dark, since technically in the first episode King would not necessarily have been able to connect the dots between the lights going off in the garage and Uea having a panic attack.

Episode 6

Uea and King are circling around each other, King is ready to admit. Uea is trying to throw out hints that he would say yes to being boyfriends if King asked him.

And King was going to, on the phone, you could see it!

But NO! No he doesn't ask here, because he wants it to be special! Because why would he ask Uea to be his boyfriend on a fake phone call when he could ask Uea to be his boyfriend on a beach vacation?

And Uea realizes this, because uea is smart. Because uea understands the implications of "I haven't felt this way in a long time," because Uea is hopeful that King feels the same way he does. And he's excited for the first time in a long time about something, and then King's mother gets involved. And King's mother makes him go on a date, and King isn't capable of standing up for himself and for Uea against his mother.

And King tries! King tries to see Uea, tries to get out of the date. Tries everything he can besides actually standing up to his mother to show Uea that he cares about him. To show Uea that he wants him, not whatever woman King's mother is trying to set him up with. But King hasn't had the chance to learn about Uea the way he needs to. King has tried time and time again to get Uea to open up to him, to talk about the strained relationship King knows exists, but doesn't understand to its fully extent.

And as a result of the shame, the self-loathing, the betrayals Uea has suffered time and time again at the hands of the people who are supposed to love him, he will not fight for him and King because he knows how the story ends.

It ends up with Uea alone, except this time he did it to himself. This time he broke King's heart in the process.

ok haha oops, I did it again with the essay. Gold star to anyone who read this whole thing.

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breanime · 2 years

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Thank you for the Buck gifs! I hope you like this! Last one for tonight :)

"So it's your girlfriend's birthday and you're not spending it with her?" Eddie asked, smirking as he took a sip of his beer.

"She's not my girlfriend," Buck countered, "And we're meeting for drinks later, so--"

"Wait, wait, wait," Chim interrupted, frowning in confusion, "So you're telling me you've been seeing this woman for months, exclusively, talk about nothing but her all day long, spend all your free time with her, and you aren't even dating?!"

"I don't talk about her all day long," Buck muttered.

"Yesterday you spent almost half an hour grilling me about the best place to take her for your next date," Eddie drawled, "while I was wrist deep in a guy's leg."

Bobby nearly choked on his soda, "You what?"

"It was fine," Buck waved a hand in the air, "the situation was under control, the guy even chimed in, too."

"Okay," Chim shook his head, "Well, today, you showed me pictures you took of her apartment--"

"--to get your opinion on where to move the couch, we haven't been able to decide!" Buck shouted, already exasperated.

"Yeah, moving furniture and going on dates isn't exactly standard booty call behavior, bud," Eddie said, trying not to laugh.

"You introduced her to the whole team, Buck," Bobby added, "She's been to my house."

"And you brought her with you to our apartment, like, over a dozen times," Chim pointed towards Buck with his beer bottle, "She babysat Jee!"

"She's good with kids!" Buck argued.

"Alright," Bobby leaned forward, making sure he had Buck's full attention, "Buck, you need to be honest with yourself. Now you've spent months getting to know Y/N, you've met her people, introduced her to yours, and today is her birthday and you're not doing anything to celebrate... and you're okay with that?"

"We... I mean, we're going out for drinks later," Buck answered weakly.

Bobby gave him a look, "You think that's all she deserves?"

Buck floundered, unsure of how to answer. He'd asked you if you wanted to have a drink with him, and you said yes--but maybe you were expecting more. Maybe the two of you, what you were to each other was... more. Finally, he shook his head. "No."

"And the way you feel about her," Bobby continued, "if she's just a fling, you'd be fine with her ending things?"

Buck didn't need to think about his answer to that question, "No," he frowned, realization dawning on him, "no, I wouldn't."

"What about other men? If she started seeing someone else?" Eddie shrugged. "You'd be cool with that?"

"...No."

"And would you consider seeing anyone else?" Chim prodded.

"No--no, I'm happy with Y/N, she's... She's perfect," Buck paused for a moment before looking off to the side, smiling a bit, "Oh."

"And theeeere it is," Chim said proudly, leaning back in his chair, "Case closed."

"No no no, reopen the case," Buck stood up, his beer still in his hands, "What do I do now? I mean, things are good, we're good, if I tell her I have feelings for her, what if it messes everything up?" He looked at his family, blue eyes wide, "What if I mess everything up?"

"You won't," Eddie said, certainty clear in his voice.

"Leaving things how they are now won't do either of you any good," Bobby shook his head, "She deserves more, and so do you, Buck. If she makes you happy, and you make her happy, then you should pursue something together, something serious. You can't let your fear of messing up stop you from being happy, and you deserve to be happy."

"Damn right," Eddie nodded.

"Here here," Chim raised his bottle, grinning, "So what are you waiting for, Romeo? It's your girl's birthday--what better day to make things facebook official?"

"Go get her," Bobby chuckled, "and tell her happy birthday from us."

Buck grinned, all golden retriever, and nodded before rushing off, accidentally spraying the group with his drink as he ran off, totally forgetting that he was even holding it.

Eddie groaned, wiping the liquid off of his arm, "Love that guy, but he has no self-awareness sometimes."

"Yeah, well, he isn't the only one," Chim laughed, "How much you wanna bet Maddie, Athena, Hen, and Karen are having this exact conversation with Y/N right now?"

Boddy chuckled, shaking his head with a fond smile, "They were meant to be."

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 7 months

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Thinking about Us... | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Thinking about You part two <3 Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook Word Count: 2.1k~ Author’s note: The proposal requested by @jeonsrv hope you like it! Read Thinking about You for more context~

'Finally' I say to myself dragging out the last syllable feeling so thankful to be home. I pull out my phone to see how far the ride that I had scheduled is from the airport and before I can even open the app I receive a text from you.

'Hey handsome I hope you're not working too hard. I'm going out for a girls day with some of my friends so I'll probably be busy until later on tonight but I just wanted you to know that I miss you and I love you and I can't wait for you to come home x'

I can't help but smile at how adorable you are and I send a quick response telling you to be safe and have fun.

'I'll be home before you know it love! I love you and miss you too' I finish and see the notification pop up that my ride is here.

Opening the door to our home I'm greeted by the feeling of Bam almost tackling me to the floor. "Hi buddy hi! Yes I know I missed you too? Mommy isn't home right?" I question him like I expect him to give me an answer. "Good, because you've gotta help me game plan so we can figure out how to ask mommy to marry me" I say smiling at the thought of being able to truly call you mine. "Mr. and Mrs. Jeon Jungkook, has a nice ring to it doesn't it?" I say to him as I start to walk over to our bedroom.

"Okay Bam" I say sitting down on the edge of the bed. "You got any ideas" to which he just responds with a tilt of his head. "Yeah me too" I say feeling a bit nervous at the fact that I don't have anything planned yet. "I want to do it tonight because if I have to hold onto this ring any longer she might end up seeing it you know?" he watches and listens even though I know he has absolutely no idea what I'm saying.

"You know you're a really good listener right?" I say getting up and walking over to get the ring. "You wanna see the ring Bam?" I say and pull it out to show him. He sniffs it a few times and looks up at me with clear confusion as to what he's supposed to do with it. "Do you think mommy is gonna like the ring? Huh? What do you think?" I say starting to baby him and get down on the floor to wrestle around with him knowing that he loves it.

After playing with Bam for a bit I decide to sit down and really plan this out. You would think I would've thought of this a long time ago but I guess I've been so focused on trying to figure out how to get the ring home that I couldn't think of anything else. I flop back down onto the bed, wracking my brain for things that you might like. 'Maybe a trip to the coast? Nah, too far. A walk in the park? No, too simple. An expensive meal? Too extravagant' I say to myself.

I know you, I know that you prefer life being more simple and that you're not a huge fan of the glitz and the glamor. I want to do this right though, you deserve to have a beautiful, well thought out proposal. I close my eyes for a second to think and before I'm even able to take a deep breath I hear my phone start to ring.

"Hello?" I answer curious to see who this unknown number might be.

"Hey, JK!"

"Oh it's you, who's phone are you calling from?" I question my best friend Jimin.

"What kind of greeting is that? To answer your question I'm calling from my work phone, my other one... well that's not important now. What is important is the fact that you still haven't told me what you're doing for the proposal. Did you get the ring already?" he questions like the nosy and inquisitive person that he is.

"Yes hyung I got the ring but now that I have it I feel like I'm drawing a blank. I have been so focused on just getting the ring that I didn't give myself time to think about how to propose" I admit. "You got any ideas?" I question cringing at the fact that I'm asking him for help.

"Well how about a family get together or something? Or like a picnic, or maybe a nature walk! You know, take her up to the mountains to see a beautiful view and then ask her there" he says listing off some new ideas.

"No I don't think she would like anything like that, she hates hiking and we would be all sweaty, gross and tired. I don't think that's how she would like to remember our proposal" I say laughing at his creative but not so fun ideas.

"Well what does she like? What did you guys do on your first date? That might give you an idea, like what made her want to say yes to a second date?" he offers up and I have to take a second to pause and reflect back on that time when we were so young.

3 years ago...

"I'm telling you man I think she's super into you! She saw us hanging out at my parent's house last weekend and the next time she saw me she came straight up to ask me about you. I told her that I could set you two up and you should've seen the way her eyes lit up like I promise she's into you. Plus she and Jina have been friends for ages and she's a really cool girl. I think you guys would be really good together" he finishes and I can hear the muffled sounds of another voice and then someone else comes to the phone.

"Jungkook hey it's Jina, she really really likes you and I know you're a good guy and I wouldn't trust her with anyone else. That being said if you hurt her I swea-" she gets cut off by what I can assume is Jimin ripping the phone out of her hand.

"Yeah yeah we know Jina just go tell he to get ready for their date tomorrow" he says brushing her off and I can hear her run out of his room after what I can assume is her slapping Jimin upside the head. "Aish this girl" he mumbles before coming back to me.

"I never said I would take her out" I say with an amused tone knowing that I am in fact taking her out since I had planned to ask her a while ago anyways.

"Whatever just pick her up from her house tomorrow at 6 okay? I'll text you her address" I agree and we end the phone call there and I can't help but smile not only at their sibling antics but also at the fact that I'll be able to see you again.

Flashback over

Coming back to my current conversation with Jimin I tell him all the details that I can remember from our first date and he helps me plan everything out.

"You really think this is gonna work? Do you think she'll say yes?" I question since I can't help but start to doubt myself as the time gets closer.

"She loves you Jungkook, more than you know. I'm sure she'll say yes" he says hoping to reassure me.

"Okay well I guess here goes nothing. Thanks for your help hyung" I say bidding him adieu.

"Anytime, let me know how things go alright?" I agree and we end the call there.

After making a few calls and also asking Jina to help me convince you to come home early, I make my way to Lotte World. I set up some clues and instructions all through out the apartment so I hope you'll take the bait. Ones that said things such as 'Come and find me at the place that started the first day to our forever' as well as a outfit that I labeled with 'Wear me' that is similar to the outfit you wore when we first met on that summer night. You looked so gorgeous and so kind that something in me knew I needed to get to know you. Call me a hopeless romantic but I think I knew deep down that you would be the woman I would marry someday. I just hope that you feel the same way about me.

I sent a quick text to Jina to tell you to talk to the people at the front gates and to give them your name so they can give you your ticket along with the note reading 'Where I first held your hand in mine is where you will seek and soon my love you will find...'

I wait around near the ice skating rink and soon feel butterflies in my stomach as I see you start to walk my way, still not having seen me. You look just as beautiful as you did 3 years ago, I don't know how I got so lucky finding a woman like you that understands me and listens to me and helps me become a better man. I just hope that I can continue to be that man that always betters himself so I can be worthy of your love and trust.

Walking up from behind I place my hands over your eyes and whisper "Guess who?" You play into it and list off a few of your favorite actors and idols until I finally get sick of making you guess and place my hands on your hips and spin you around towards me and press a chaste kiss on your lips.

"God I missed you" I say just loud enough for you to hear. "Me too, so so much. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home when we were on the phone last night?" you say with a slight tilt of your head. "Because I wanted to surprise you! Did it work?" I say giving you my best bunny smile. "Yes of course you did! I thought I was going to have to wait a few more days but I'm thankful you're home, safe and sound" you say cupping one of my cheeks and I lean into your touch and place a kiss on your wrist. "So what's all of this for?" you say laughing at the whole charade I put you though. "I told you I had a surprise for you didn't I?" I say laughing at your slightly confused face. Why do you have to look so adorable all the time? I swear you'll be the death of me some day.

"Your surprise was to recreate our first date?" you say blushing a bit at the thought. "I know I haven't been able to spend a lot of time with you lately and I feel terrible about it, so I wanted to take us back to the night we truly met and spent time with each other. Growing up hasn't been easy for us and juggling my career has been a struggle in itself but I just want to remind you that you are so so loved by me. You are the closest person to my heart and I couldn't imagine anyone else that I would want to spend my life with. It's you, it's always been you and it always will be you. So..." I start and get down on one knee. I see both of your hands go to cover your mouth, surprised and I hope excited for this moment. "will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" I say and pull out the ring while my eyes start to gloss over with tears. I see you nod your head up and down a few times before responding "Yes, oh my God yes! Yes Jungkook a thousand times yes!" You say and come down to my level and kiss me with all that you've got while tears stream down your cheeks.

We break apart for a moment and stand up so I can place the ring on your finger and we're soon startled as the crowd of people around us starts to cheer. "Does this mean I get to call you Mrs. Jeon now?" I say with a smile, "Slow down tiger we've gotta wait until the I do's for that" you say and give me a sweet but short lived kiss. "Well I do, Do you?" I say lighting up at the smile on your face. "I do".

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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The Proposal

Pairing: Loki x reader (eventually)

Warnings: mentions of breakup, mentions of cheating (not Loki), stress, financial problems, slooooow burn, strangers to lovers, sugar daddy loki, eventual smut,

Summary: your life was perfect. You were in culinary school, had a nice apartment, a loving fiancée, until it all came down around you.....

Part one-

You sat on a bench in the park waiting for your friend Tanya to show up, you had a lunch date but weren't sure how to explain you really couldn't afford it. You were never one to ask for handouts and you weren't going to start now. "Y/n!" You heard, glancing around seeing Tanya waving you got up hurrying to her. "Hey, how are you?" You asked hugging her "Oh you know, the real question is how are you? After....you know." She said eyeing you. "I'm fine, I've told you. I'm more mad then anything esle." You sighed grabbing her arm to walk to the restaurant.

You were sat at a table, the waiter handing you menus before he went to grab water. "I still say we find him and burn his house down." Tanya said making you laugh "and what will that fix?" You asked "it'll make me feel better." She shrugged "well, be that as it may, I would rather not go to prison for arson." You laughed looking over the menu. "Y/n, the man left you after three years, and an engagement for his secretary! He needs taught a lesson." She said sternly. You sighed looking over the menu "Why is everything here so expensive?" You asked "don't worry about it, it's on me." She smiled.

You sighed setting your menu down "I'm most likely going to have to get a job." You said rubbing your temples. "Isn't school like eight hours a day?" She asked "yes, but I was left with all the bills, remember the nice apartment Scott insisted we get....I can't afford it on my own and my savings is almost gone." You sighed sitting back. "Not to mention the utilities and everything else, I can't even afford food." You said crossing your arms. "You know....there are....solutions." Tanya said winking. "What do you mean?" You asked leaning forward.

"Well, there are certain men who will help." She said watching your reaction. "Do you mean..." you started "Hey, if it helps pay your bills and keeps you in school why not?" She shrugged "because Tanya, I'm not sleeping with some random dude for money!" You whisper yelled making her laugh. "How do you think i survived the last year of college before I met Ben?" She asked raising an eyebrow. You sat back looking at her "look, you get your needs met, he gets his needs met, it's a win win. And you meet the guy first to discuss terms. Just...think about it ok, I know you haven't gotten any since Scott left." She said "Tanya!" You hissed "can we just have lunch please?" You asked picking up the menu.

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You made it back to your apartment, moving the pillow and blanket over you flopped down sighing. You kicked up your feet scrolling through your Instagram when a picture of your ex popped up with the woman you caught him with. You wanted to scroll past but couldn't help read the caption "She said yes!" You wanted to throw your phone againt the wall, scream...cry....but all you could do was stare at the woman with your fiancée and your ring on her finger.

A few months ago that was you, In a seemingly perfect relationship with the perfect fiancée, just starting culinary school with his promises of support. It all fell apart when you came home early from an out of town convention because you missed him, only to find them together in your bed. Now he has a new woman and you have massive debt. You set your phone down rubbing the bridge of your nose, Tanya words echoing in your head. Your dream had always been to be a chef, but the way things were going there was no way you would be able to afford it now.

You picked up your phone scrolling through various sites until you found one that looked pretty legitimate. All you had to do was put in your information and if anyone was interested they would contact you, seemed simple enough. You hesitated a second, fingers hovering over the screen glancing at the pile of bills on your table. "It's a win win." Tanya's words repeated in your head, and the fact you hadn't gotten laid since Scott left, well if you were being honest well before that, the red flags were flying but you were too blind to see them.

You sat up with new determination and typed in your information adding a picture of yourself before hitting send. You sat your phone down staring at it "God what did I just do?" You asked yourself laughing. "It's fine, no ones gonna want me anyway, Scott didn't." You sighed getting up heading to the kitchen. You opened the cabinets finding a single box of crackers, the fridge being as empty as the cabinets you grabbed the box flopping back on the couch when a notification dinged on your phone. Picking it up you saw an email from an unknown contact. "Jeez, that was fast." You said to yourself opening it.

Meet me tonight at 8pm sharp at the restaurant across from Stark Tower. Wear a green dress, I will be In a black suit. ~L~

You stared at the message for a minute before you realized "shit, I don't have a green dress." You sighed. Checking you bank account you wanted to cry but you were pretty sure you had enough. You grabbed your purse and keys and headed to the closest clothing store.

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You made it 5 minutes early, trying not to hyperventilate as you smoothed your dress down. It was a little tight for your liking but it was on sale so you couldn't really complain. "This way miss." The waiter said ushering you to follow him. You snaked your way through the other diners, coming to a booth in the very back where the light seemed dimmer. "Madam." The waiter said nodding before walking off. You shuffled back and forth looking around "y/n, please sit." You heard behind you, turning to see a tall man In an all black suit, his long onyx hair curling around his shoulders, his deep emerald eyes boring into sending a chill up your spine. "Was he there before?" You asked yourself smiling as you sat down.

"So y/n, should we get down to business?" He asked sitting across from you. "Um, I guess..I've never done this before." You whispered seeing him smile. "Well why don't you tell me what made you curious." He said leaning back "Well, I'm in culinary school full time, and I don't have time to work and go to school." You said seeing him nod. "And how did you end up in this situation?" He asked. You swallowed looking down "um, my...my fiancée left me for another woman, he was one the one who encouraged me to start school." You said fidgeting with your napkin.

"And I take it he took care of the finances." He asked as you nodded. The waiter came back setting down menus Oh, just water thank you." You said "I'm taking care of it y/n, order whatever you would like." He said picking up his menu. "But i.." you started "how long has it been since you've eaten?" He asked setting his menu down "my friend took me to lunch today, before that....a few days." You said squinting. He slid the menu to you "I insist." He said. You placed your order with the waiter sitting back fidgeting with the napkin in your lap. "Y/n look at me." He said sternly, you eyes shooting up to his.

"This is what we're going to do. We are going to eat and then go back to your apartment so I can see the state of things, and then we will discuss my proposal. Does that sound suitable?" He asked "y..yes....that's fine." You said staring into his eyes. "Very good, now relax I don't bite. Unless you want me to." He winked making you giggle "w..what is your name?" You asked shakely "Loki, but you will call me sir." He said sipping his drink. "Ok...sir." you smiled blushing "Mm, I think we're going to get along just fine darling." He smiled again.

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ghostlyshellofapuppet · 9 months

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141 x crafty gn reader

Ok it's only August but I've started thinking about what I'm going to make my family for Christmas to start early, and this fic mentions nothing about Christmas. Also I'm newer to writing so if you notice something weird or not good please leave something in the comments to help me get better

Price

• Doesn't know anything about crafts except how to make those ships in bottles, wood working and glueing things together. Can't even imagine being able to make the things you do, seeing the process and the finished results, Price wouldn't be able to finish it or think of that in the first place.

• Is very proud of you once he sees you finish something, still doesn't know how you do it, but very proud. Any paintings, knitted items, clay objects, wood burning pieces, anything you make he is complimenting. You put so much time, energy and thought into that and you made it, good job.

• If you need help with anything Price will try, he's not the most crafty person but he has very steady hands. But if you happen to need help with something wood, he's got you, it's in good hands. Price has been woodworking since high school and it's never left him since he used to make small things on missions when he had nothing else to do

• I feel like if he had to pick another craft to pick, he'd be decently good or pottery, give him a little bit to find what pressure to use when shaping but will eventually make a mug for you

Ghost

• As much as I want to say he's into crafts, I can't see it that well. Yes he can sew but anything other than that and it's kind of a mess, but he likes watching you work and your processes. Watching you being so focused on something you didn't even hear him walking into the room with a drink and food for you since you've been at this for hours, and he loves that you can just relax like this, ( if you have been on the edge of giving up on it), but please take a break, you haven't blinked in two minutes.

• Ghost will take you to craft stores and just wander around with you, he likes messing with those posable hand models. He will also happily buy you whatever you want/need, more wire, a cake decorating set or also long as you don't burn yourself a wood burning kit

•If you tend to have most of your best ideas at night he tries to stay up with you so you don't stay up too late, but he can be distracted if you try to make him help. If not he's checking the clock every five minutes trying to decide when would be a good time to stop you

Gaz

•Likes pottery but doesn't do it often, he doesn't have a place too. His mother has a pottery studio he can use if he's but most times he's on base or out on missions. He can do some designs on the pottery and has an eye for details but isn't great with a paint brush.

• Also likes seeing you make stuff, Gaz used to watch his mom make new mugs and plates for the kitchen and would sit with his grandma listening to her stories. He finds it relaxing.

• Would help you with anything, Gaz can do a good amount of small craft just from stuff he's picked up over the years. He can sew, build and design very well and would love doing projects with you. You want to build a new coffee table, he's already getting ready to go to the hardware store.

• Gets excited towards the end of projects, seeing everything come together after working on it is very satisfying for him, especially if it's something you or can use. Build a table, he can't wait to set his drink on it.

Soap

• Is very happy when he sees your crafts and will want to show you his drawing if your interested. You also paint/draw, he wants you and him to draw each other and trade them at the end.

• Probably ok at other crafts but still tries. Don't let him around hot glue or resin, he doesn't mean to make a mess but he does, resin is on the floor and he likes playing in the cooled down but still moldable hot glue.

• He's likes watching you make stuff if he's tired but would like to help if you're okay with it when he's more awake. If you want to do crafts without his help he's also good with just drawing in his book, probably drawing you.

• Will cheer with you when you finish a project, if you've been working on it for a really long time it calls for take out, a movie and possibly more art supplies.

If you made it down here thank you for reading and I hope you liked it

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writing-house-of-m · 8 months

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Date Night

Taylor Sloane x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You celebrate your two year anniversary with Taylor

A/N: This is the first of the 1 year celebration requests I got. The request can be found here. There are many more to come this week! I hope you like it and let me know what you think 😊

Prompt: "All they keep asking me is if I'm going to be your bride."

"I'd like at least one night with you Taylor. I feel like you're always being hounded by your fans recently." You can't help but feel exasperated, today is your two year anniversary and this was supposed to be a romantic evening for you.

You see the sympathetic expression on Taylor's face but you continue, "All they keep asking me is if I'm going to be your bride."

Taylor goes wide-eyed, you don't know why. It has been two years and you have spoken about getting married before, it shouldn't be such a shock to her.

Before either of you are able to say anything else, you are being escorted to your reserved seats in the swanky new restaurant you have chosen for your date night.

When you are seated, the waiter talks through the evening specials and the drinks menu before leaving you alone.

Taylor watches the man leave and stops you from saying anything by stretching across the table to hold your arm, "Listen babe, I know it's annoying but it's just the two of us now. Can we enjoy the rest of tonight?" The soft look Taylor gives you has you nodding your head.

You look over the menu with furrowed eyebrows still a little frustrated about not having been able to fully rant but you set it aside for now so you don't ruin your date.

The evening goes on and you feel the stress leave your body the more you converse and laugh along with Taylor.

Even with how much lighter the atmosphere has gotten, you can't help but notice Taylor acting a little strange, looking around and fidgeting. You choose not to comment on it for the time being.

Nearing the end of the date, when desserts are finished and final drinks are being drunk, Taylor has her hand resting on yours atop the table. Her thumb soothingly rubbing over your knuckles. But her eyes keep shifting to something behind you so you feel this is the right time to ask, "Taylor, is everything alright?"

"Yes!" Taylor answers a bit too quickly. She clears her throat and tries again, "I mean, yeah. Of course everything is alright. Why wouldn't it be?"

"You've been acting a bit on edge tonight. Are you sure everything is okay?" You ask again, the worry showing on your face.

Her tense shoulders drop slightly as she sighs. Taylor nods her head smiling, "Everything is perfect honey," she replies calmly.

You notice the air around you change. The music being played at the piano becomes softer and Taylor won't stop smiling at you.

Taylor stops you from turning to look around by calling your name and putting her other hand out for you to place yours into. "I love you so much. From the day I met you, you have changed my life for the better."

You are a bit confused where this is coming from but you sit and listen to all the nice things Taylor is saying to you. Your mind starts to piece things together when you recognise the tune of the All My Life by K-Ci & JoJo playing behind you.

Rising from her seat, Taylor moves to kneel beside the table closer to you. You smile emotionally and Taylor laughs as happiness fills her eyes.

"This has been a long time coming but, Y/n L/n. Will you marry me?" Taylor opens a small ring box that she has seemingly pulled out of nowhere, a diamond ring sitting in the cushion.

You don't know how much time passes because you are staring at the ring, surprised this is happening tonight. You realise you haven't given an answer yet, "Yes! Yes, of course I'll marry you!" You exclaim.

Taylor slips on the ring then gets onto her feet so she can kiss you. You hear some people clapping around you but you are too caught up in your girlf- fiancé to care.

Taylor pulls away and rests her forehead against yours, "That explains why you looked so nervous tonight," you whisper making Taylor laugh.

Shortly after Taylor gestures you out of your seat and you leave the restaurant hand in hand. The addition of the cool metal feels strange on your finger, making you wiggle it between Taylor's grip.

The whole walk to the car waiting for you outside is filled with happy smiles and Taylor whispering all the ways she wants to celebrate with you when you get home.

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h-c-u · 1 year

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Showing the ropes.

Summary: You're away at a conference at a different timezone, and Maverick is a bit tied up at work.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

W/C: 2.2k

Rating: +18, phone sex, bondage, butt plugs, dom/sub,

TWs: Bodily Fluids

A/N: No plot. Not even if you squint your eyes and turn your head to the left. And yeah, I'm on the sub!Maverick train again xD Also, I'm definitely not admitting to what I was listening to while I was writing it, but let's just say, I discovered a whole new side of Spotify.

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You couldn't help but smile when you saw a familiar name and a picture showing up on your phone. You were already done with today's courses and planning to take a nice, relaxing bath after being on your feet for almost 10 hours, so you definitely didn't mind talking to your husband for a minute or two. Especially when you realized that he was calling from work because it would have been too early for him to be off duty. And that only meant one thing...

- Please... - his pleading whisper was the first thing you've heard.

- No hello, no "how was your day?"...? - you didn't try to hide the disappointment in your voice, and he groaned on the other side of the line. - Such a desperate slut... Putting his own needs above basic social etiquette... - you sighed loudly.

- I need to take everything off and out... I have to fly with the class... - well, at least he wasn't stupid enough to ask you to cum, because you were very clear about him not being allowed to do that on his own while you were away. And yet he called you...

- Hmmm... You know that in situations of life and death, you can do what's best, but you called me... I advise you to think about your next words carefully. Does the harness impact your moves in any way, putting you or anyone else in any danger? Be honest, I won't be mad, I just want the truth, because I don't want anything to happen to my sweet boy... - he was silent for almost half a minute.

- No... - he whispered finally.

- Does it distract you so much that you wouldn't be able to focus on what you're doing and by so, putting yourself or others in danger? - you continued the interrogation.

- No, ma'am... - he replied and you could almost taste the shame coming from the other end of the call.

- How about the plug, does it make it uncomfortable to sit in the jet...? - you suspected that it was it because you instructed him to choose one of the biggest ones you had.

- No, ma'am... - he repeated, but you still were able to tell that something was off.

- Does it distract you so much that you're having trouble focusing...?

- Yes, ma'am... - his voice barely a whisper, yet it rang pleasurably inside your head.

- Tell me exactly how it distracts you... - oh, it was going to be so much fun... You leaned back in your chair and put your leg on the edge of the desk.

- It puts constant pressure on my g-spot... And I can't sit or suddenly move without leaking... I had to put on a cage as well, ma'am... - you couldn't help but hum, but you haven't decided yet if it was something you approved of.

- I didn't tell you to do that. - your tone was as neutral as possible because you were planning to react to his reaction.

- I'm sorry, ma'am, but I was so hard it was too visible through my pants. And I changed them to darker ones, so the leaking wouldn't be as visible... - even after all those years, he could still surprise you. He was willingly putting himself in more pain, just so he could follow the instructions you left him to the best of his ability.

- I'll let it slide this time... But let's come back to that plug - where are you? - you asked, and slowly slipped one of your fingers in between your folds, gently teasing your clit in anticipation of the obscene sounds you were about to hear.

- In my office. - he replied even before you finished asking the question.

- Doors? - after all, he was still a high-ranking member of the military. Who was occasionally your perfect little whore.

- Closed. - he was indeed prepared.

- Hmmm... How long do you have? - his response would determine your next course of action.

- About 15-20 minutes, ma'am. - that last word put a smile on your face. You never liked the word 'mistress', it was too dirty for your liking, but a well-placed ma'am from his mouth... You could get drunk on it.

- Harness stays, but we're going to do something about that plug, love... So you will still be able to think in the air... How does that sound?

- Thank you, ma'am. - you could feel the obvious relief in his voice. You knew that he knew that if he truly had to take everything off and out, you wouldn't even mention it.

But he called.

He wanted you to listen to his whining while he was putting on a show, like a stripper begging for attention...

- Don't take it out entirely just yet... I want you to fuck yourself on it and make all those beautiful little noises so that everyone can hear what a slut you are. And if you help me cum before you'll have to go, I might even let you finish too... - you didn't have to be there to know exactly what his face looked like. - Chop, chop, we don't have all day... - you smiled and patiently waited as he put the phone on his desk. You could hear the zipper of his pants opening and you knew exactly when he took off his underwear because you could hear a light jingle of the small paddle lock that was keeping the chastity cage locked. - Slowly... - you didn't have to say it, because he knew what was expected of him.

At first, there was a slight groan, that told you he started to pull out the plug and got to the widest part. After all those hours without moving it, you knew that his muscles weren't as stretched as in the morning and that it would be more painful for him. You also knew from the experience, that there was still lube inside him, so as soon as he'd start moving it a bit more, everything will become more pleasurable.

He moaned loudly and you could just say that the plug went back in and rubbed this sweet bundle of nerves inside him, that made him sing so beautifully. He slowly picked up the pace, and so did you. His moans became more needy and desperate with every second and you just loved to hear them... And the soft cries in between them when he was actively stopping himself from cumming. You could almost see the long line of precum slowly heading towards the carpeted floors from his swollen and locked in a metal cage penis, and if you were there you would have definitely licked it, just to hear him get even more desperate.

- Faster... - you didn't have to say anything more... You were leaning back in your chair, two fingers inside you, while your thumb intensely massaged your clit. His moans became louder and started fogging up your brain with an obscene image... It wasn't hard to see how plump and red his lips were, because he had a habit of biting them when he was getting close, and he was close for quite some time now if you were to believe his words earlier. Poor thing must have been on edge since he left the house. His cheeks were definitely flushed and red, and his eyes looked as if they were made of glass, because of the tears that appeared in them out of frustration. One of his hands closed tightly around the edge of his desk so hard, that his knuckles would get white, and the other behind him, holding a flared base of a plug he was using to fuck himself... He would definitely be leaning forwards, his caged cock maybe even bumping the desk from time to time, if he bucked his hips too harshly... Or maybe he was even completely bent over the desk, wishing that it was you who was fucking him... Hmmm... That was a nice image... But since you couldn't lay your hands on him now, a harsh, thin jute harness that hugged his upper torso under his shirt had to be enough for him to feel your presence for now. And you could almost see the light red marks it left on his skin, rubbing against it for a whole day... Not tight enough to actually impact his movements, but enough for him to feel you with him through the whole day.

You could hear his desperate, soft cries and longing moans, mixed with your name and empty promises of what he'd do if you just let him cum, telling you how sensitive he is just for you... He knew exactly what to say, what notes to play to help you get off. After a particularly sharp inhale and a whimper in a much higher tone than usual, you bit your lower lip harshly, because the image of his desperation in your head was enough to push you over the edge. It wasn't the strongest orgasm ever, but it definitely relaxed your muscles. Plus you didn't exactly plan on cumming today...

You looked at the timer on your call; there was still a couple of minutes left until he'd have to hang up, and since he was such a good boy today...

- Pete... - your tone of voice was surprisingly neutral and devoided of emotions, even though your cheeks were flushed. - Cum for me, honey... Let me hear it... - and he did, almost instantly. Oh, how you wish you were there to see it, to lick his cock over the metal cage and taste him on your tongue. And the sounds he made... Beautiful, delicious, if only you could drink them straight from his lips... After a moment you could hear his breath calming down, and after even a longer moment of silence, you could hear his last loud moan and a quiet thump of something falling to the ground

- Thank you... - he mumbled, still out of breath, and you smiled.

- You know what to do, I'm waiting... - there was just one more thing and you didn't have to wait long for your phone to vibrate, indicating that you received a new message, which you opened almost immediately. - Good boy... - and you could see exactly how fucked out he looked, and it was beautiful. He was practically laying on his desk, cheeks red, eyes full of tears that were dripping on some papers... he didn't take his shirt off, but it rode up, so you could see just a little bit of a thin brown rope peeking from under it on his back, and when you zoomed in, you could see how the area around it got all red and irritated. And then another picture came, from a different angle... you could see his gaping hole, stretched around nothing, and a thick line of cum dripping on his underwear on the floor, while his dick was straining painfully against steel restraints.

- Just for you, only for you... - he whispered in a breathy, still trying to collect his thoughts.

- Hmmm... Are you good? - and you didn't mean that in a sexual way. You truly wish you could be there with him, and fortunately, your job didn't require longer trips often.

- I will be in a minute... - he replied and you could hear a huge smile on his face.

- Good. You can leave the plug out, but you're not allowed to clean yourself. I want you to remember what a needy whore you are through the whole day, and sit in the mess you've made. - since he had chosen the dark pants today, you knew that it wouldn't be visible, and besides - he was about to be alone in his jet for a few hours, so there was a very low chance of him actually being caught.

- Yes, ma'am. - he didn't even care, still lost in his relief.

- You have to get going, baby, they will be waiting for you... - you knew that he knew that, and yet he still allowed himself to enjoy that relaxed state. You also knew that if he needed, he'd come up with a perfect excuse, but you didn't want him to have to do that.

- I don't want to hang up yet... I want to listen to your voice for a bit longer... - you couldn't help but laugh.

- Awww... Such a needy baby... - you finally put your phone down after you finished studying every detail of the photos he sent you. - You look so good splayed out on the desk like that, not even caring that someone might knock on your doors any second, or just barge in and see what a slut you are, fucking yourself and cumming on a plug just because your wife told you so... And they wouldn't be able to think about anything else when they see you... Would you be wearing one during class...? Or at the navy balls...? That might actually be an idea. For you to have a nice, pink, vibrating egg inside while you're in this white uniform of yours. And you wouldn't even be able to control it... - he groaned, and you knew what that meant. - Go get ready, honey... And send me some nice pictures after you'll get home... I want to see that harness and the marks it left when I wake up.

- Yes, ma'am. - he replied almost on instinct. You didn't always have this dynamic, but it was something that was extremely easy to slip into, for both of you.

- I love you, Pete... - you said just before you hung up.

- I love you more... - he replied and the call ended.

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