#there's nothing like being proud of something physical you made with your own hands

[satoruxx]

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader | 1.6k words summary: boyfriend!toji headcanons, fluff, soft!toji, grumpy x sunshine, he’s a simp but he’ll never admit it !! rheya's note: grumpy man being soft for the person he really loves? i’m here for it. mamaguro is literal proof that he can and will love !!

bf!toji who is silent with his care for you. he's not one to be open or dramatic about his feelings, but you bet he'll show them in actions. small, mundane things that could only be picked out under critical eyes—like quietly placing an extra mug of coffee next to you as you work, or being the one to walk closest to the street, fingers firmly clasped around your palm. if you point it out he'll just grunt, shaking his head with a quiet "keep walking" all while pretending to ignore your silly little grin.

bf!toji who isn't really the type to be big on words of affirmation, but huge on physical touch. you tell him you did well on a project at school or work and he just hums, giving you a little nod. he doesn't say anything else—doesn't really have to because the soft lingering pat on your head is enough to tell you that he's proud.

bf!toji who is an aggressive yet affectionate lover. if you're doing something and he's not receiving your attention he will come up behind you and put you in a headlock. he thinks it's an appropriate response considering how much he craves your attention and company—why on earth are you focused on something that isn't him anyway? so be prepared to have his heavy bicep playfully curling around your throat or slinging you over his shoulders at random times—it's his way of telling you he misses you. and if anything, he'll do it to hear you whine and attempt to shove him off.

bf!toji who will absolutely take your phone and change your lockscreen to pictures of him. every so often, you'll turn your phone on and see an entirely different picture—sometimes a picture of him at the gym, other times a picture of him blocking out his face—but it's always him.

bf!toji whose own lockscreen is always something that's related to you. he's sneaky with it, always stealing pictures of you when you're not looking. he's got a separate album with them—probably hidden behind a password because it's something only he should be allowed to see. but whether it's a snapshot of his hand intertwined with yours or a blurry image of you fast asleep in his bed, it's always you. because of course you’re the first thing he should be able to see when he turns his phone on.

bf!toji who, as cliché as it sounds, is exactly the type to go feral if someone's made you upset. and he's freakishly observant, noticing even a slight pinch of your nose or wobble in your lips—he's caught them all. whether you're just down or outright sobbing, he's there, standing in front of you with pure anger weighing heavy on his brows. and yet for all his rage he's nothing but gentle as he firmly takes your face in his calloused hands, muttering a strained "what the fuck happened?" as he forces you to make eye contact with him. his own eyes will dart over your features, searching for discomfort or any other emotion as you explain, barely holding back his own emotions because there's no reason on the fucking planet that you should be upset at all.

bf!toji who rarely says the words "i love you" not because he doesn't but because the words themselves don't hold all that much meaning to him. no he'd rather spend his time proving it to you than just saying it for the sake of saying it. but, sometimes if you pretend to be asleep long enough, you'll catch him quietly whisper the words into your hair, almost like he doesn't want anyone to hear it. don't even bother trying to call him out for it—he'll deny deny deny.

bf!toji whose eyes flutter when he lets you trace over his scars. not just the one cutting over his lips but the ones that litter his back and torso—battle remnants that he doesn't remember much of. he's always hated the look of them, indifferent to old memories of a much more chaotic time in his life. but when your gentle fingers graze over the raised skin he'll sigh, oddly quiet but yet so comfortable.

bf!toji who will drop everything if you need him. don't ever hesitate to ask him for things because you're scared of being a burden—he will yell at you (affectionately). you drank too much with your friends and can't get a ride? call him and he'll pick you up even if it's 4 am. you're feeling nervous about walking home from the convenience store even though it's only ten minutes away from home? stay put and he'll come get you so that you can walk back together. shut up about all that "it's an inconvenience for you" bullshit—he'll do it and that's that.

bf!toji who asks if you've eaten today, and when you answer with a sheepish smile he'll click his tongue, crossing his bulky arms over his chest and giving you a pointed glare. then he'll say "get your ass to the kitchen. c'mon, up." while hoisting you to your feet—most of the time he'll just pick you up and plop you on the counter himself.

bf!toji who wordlessly makes you something to eat, whether it's a quick snack put together with leftovers or an actual full meal. then he'll stand in front of you with the plate and demand you eat. even a slight word of protest and he's scowling, already holding up a spoonful while grumbling a low "don't wanna hear it. open up, kid."

bf!toji who hates when you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him to get home. his job doesn't allow for the comfort of a strict schedule, and he's told you this many times. but you're nothing if not stubborn, and he can only sigh heavily as he sees you dozing against the armrest when he pushes the door open late at night. he'll click his tongue quietly, hooking both arms under your back and knees to cradle you against his chest before walking to the bedroom. though some part of him is pleased, knowing that you seem to care about him enough to make sure he's coming home every night.

bf!toji who glares at anyone who even breathes in your direction the wrong way. some guy eyeing you while you're walking on the street? toji looks like he's ready to rip his head off. some "friend" of yours asking too many questions about why you're dating a man like him? well…if looks could kill.

bf!toji who pulls you into his lap when he kisses you, because he likes the way you fit into his space so perfectly. he won't ever admit how it makes him swoon when you giggle against his lips, instead choosing to tighten his grip on your hips and pull you closer to his chest.

bf!toji who enjoys watching you sit on the kitchen counter and swing your legs back and forth—finding it so unbelievably endearing that he ends up just standing in between your legs and burying his face into your neck. his lips will map chaste kisses across your skin, and he'll hide a wry smile as your quiet giggles wash over him.

bf!toji who will notice when you eye something at a store, whether it's a pretty piece of jewelry or a new sweater or whatever—he keeps note. and then weeks later, once you've forgotten all about it, he'll come home and drop a bag into your lap before shoving his hands into his pockets. when you open it and start gushing about how much you wanted it and how pleased you are, he'll huff and turn away, muttering a low "whatever, kid. 's not a big deal."

bf!toji who sees you upset about something, and loops his bicep around your neck and tucks you under his chin. to an outsider it doesn't look like the most comforting form of a hug, but it's toji, and he's secure and he's safe and he's all the comfort you need—a tight squeeze that grounds you in a way that you can't quite describe.

bf!toji who will never admit how interested he is in your gossip. his ideal way to destress after he comes home is to sit on the couch with you in his lap, your arms looped around his waist as you press yourself against his torso and tuck your head under his chin. and even though his eyes are trained on the tv, he has no clue what's going on—he's more focused on the drama you're spilling or whoever you're ranting about. and he makes it known too, occasionally asking "then what happened, baby?" and adding in a few sounds of disbelief. by the end of your rant, he'll be saying something along the lines of "what a fucking bitch," or "honestly he deserved that," and then asks for updates on the situation over the next few days.

bf!toji who silently watches you trace your fingers over the lines on his palms. you're blabbering about something, tucked against his chest as his other arm remains wrapped around you securely, but he's just focused on your hands. it scares him a little bit—the difference between you and him. his palms are calloused, rough with battle and death, while yours are soft, clean of the horrors he's determined to keep away from you. and a small part of him tells him he shouldn't taint you with all his faults, that you deserve someone more capable of loving than he is. but then he feels you brush your lips over his scarred fingers and he sucks in a breath, tightening his grip imperceptibly. even as he hides a half smile against your brow, he knows he isn't going anywhere.

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[joelsgreys]

fall into temptation | three

Post Outbreak Joel Miller x Preacher’s Daughter! Reader

series masterlist l previous chapter

summary: Of all the women to catch Joel Miller’s attention—it just had to be one of the goddamned preacher’s daughters.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. JACKSON ERA. SLIGHT PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION OF READER, mentions of her hair which she can put up into braids as well as her style of clothing. despite the nickname Joel gives her, it does not speak to her body type or size. AGE GAP (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 56). several mentions of religion and religious symbols, reader has a father and two sisters, all who come with names, reader gets put into a a very uncomfortable situation, insecurity, anxiety, Seth is an asshole, protective Joel, he threatens to break someone’s jaw which is a warning in and of itself. SMUT. loss of virginity, reader is inexperienced but not totally clueless, oral (both m and f receiving), risky unprotected p in v sex (please wrap it up), lots of praise and pet names (baby, babygirl, honey, you know, the works), Joel gets a teensy bit rough, creampie, hint of aftercare, ends with a cliffhanger, but also not really if you think about it?

MOODBOARD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES ONLY, NO MENTION OF RACE OR BODY TYPE.

word count: 10k

a/n: it was not my intention to post this on jesus day, but here we are. this took forever and a day considering the second part was posted back in september, but i am so so proud of myself for finally completing a wip i could cry. i did a bulk of the editing while i’ve been sick and in all honesty i probably should have asked someone to beta for me because i think i coughed out like 90% of my brain cells this week, but i think it turned out okay. ish.

Somehow, even over the volume of the live music, you could still hear their hushed, astonished whispers.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Is that Joel Miller with Pastor John’s daughter?”

“What’s she doing holding his hand?”

“He’s got to be at least twice her fucking age—”

Throat bobbing anxiously, you glanced up at Joel.

His shoulders were squared back, his head held high. 

Solid. Steady.

Joel couldn’t seem to care less about the bewildered stares, the judgment that was being flung his way. Not once did he seem to waver. But you?

Oh, you were already starting to crumble underneath it all, on the verge of falling apart right before everyone’s prying eyes. Shame sat heavily inside of your chest, the weight of the feeling suffocating you, making it harder and harder to breathe as it prevented air from reaching your lungs.

It had nothing to do with Joel. Of course it didn’t. It had all to do with you and with who you were. Their beloved preacher’s sweet, innocent young daughter. 

His youngest daughter. 

Suddenly, the whispers were no longer whispers.

“Oh God, she’s not going home with him, is she?”

“That’s not right! Someone should say something!”

“Pastor John would never allow something like this.”

“Poor thing’s naive—she doesn’t know any better.”

Hot, stubborn tears of frustration glazed over your eyes and threatened to spill. It was as if you were a child who didn’t know any better, a gullible, clueless little girl with nothing in her brain who needed to be rescued—saved from the bad, bad man before he did bad, bad things to her.

Had it been anyone else, no one would have batted an eye. No one would have noticed, let alone cared. But it was you that Joel Miller was leaving the bar with in the middle of the night and it was you whose hand he had clasped in his own. That is what made it wrong. That is why it was a problem.

Everyone’s concerns had nothing to do with him at all, they had everything to do with you. You, you, you. You were the sole reason why it was a problem, the reason why he was being perceived as the Devil himself, horns out as he dragged the poor little unsuspecting angel down to the fires of Hell.

“Joel?” Overwhelmed, you instinctively reached for his arm with your free hand. Cold and trembling, your little fingers curled tightly around his bicep, digging into the firm, bulging muscle through the thick corduroy fabric of his sleeve. You whispered his name again. “Joel—”

“S’alright, babygirl,” he reassured you quietly over his shoulder. He gave your hand a comforting squeeze. “S’alright. Just keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. I’ve got you. You just keep on lookin’ right at me, okay?”

Nodding, you inhaled deeply and focused on him. Only him. The broadness of his back and his shoulders. Tufts of hair that curled over the collar of his shirt. Only him. He’s what mattered. He’s all that mattered.

“Almost there,” Joel murmured, squeezing your hand again as the door came into view. “Breathe, baby. We’re almost there. I’ve got you. You’re alright. Ain’t gonna let anythin’ bad happen to you. Promise I’ve got you.”

It wasn’t until his fingers wrapped around the old, brass handle that you finally exhaled the breath you had been holding out in utter relief, though it was very, very short lived. Just as Joel pulled the door open, you felt a hand wrap around your arm. Dry, slender fingers dug into the soft flesh above your elbow as an attempt, and a feeble one at that, was made to tear you out of Joel’s grasp.

The music stopped and the bar fell silent. Everything and everyone came to a sudden standstill, freezing mid dance, mid drink, mid bite, mid gossip.

Shocked, you glanced over your shoulder. “Seth?” you squeaked his name. “What—what are you doing?”

Seth didn’t acknowledge you. His focus was on Joel.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Miller?”

Joel’s anger couldn’t be seen, but it could be felt. So palpable you could have wrapped your fingers around it. It radiated off of him and loomed over the entire bar like an incoming storm cloud. Threatening. Dangerous.

“Where are you taking her?” Seth demanded, his other hand curling around your wrist as he tried, but failed, to snatch you from Joel’s side once more. “Let the girl go! You let her go right now, you hear?”

Caught in between the two men, you nervously turned to look at Joel. Nostrils flared, jaw clenched, seething eyes that did the talking for him. His message was loud and oh so abundantly clear.

If Seth didn't take his hands off you, he wasn’t going to have any hands.

Not after Joel Miller was through with him.

Blazing heat flooded your face. As if it couldn’t possibly get any worse, everyone had now gathered around you to watch the tense encounter, eyes wide, brows raised and jaws practically on the weathered, hardwood floor.

Tommy Miller stood among the crowd, subtly shaking his head, his lips pressed together in a tight, thin line of disapproval as he glowered at his older brother. Would he be looking at Joel like that had it been Esther in your place? If she was the one he was taking home? Would any of this be happening if it was her instead of you?

“Seth.” Uttering his name, you shifted your attention back to him. You sounded calm and collected, despite feeling anything but. Joel’s hand in yours was the only thing keeping you steady and grounded. His touch was the only reason you hadn’t yet spiraled into a state of panic. Clearing your throat lightly, you spoke again and tried your hardest not to waver. “Please let go of me.”

Still fixed on Joel, he spat, “I’ll be damned if I let him take you anywhere.”

“He’s not taking me anywhere, Seth.” Without thinking, the words came tumbling out of your mouth—loud and clear for everyone in that room to hear. “He isn’t forcing me to go with him. I’m making the choice to leave with him. Out of my own volition. Please let go of me.”

Finally, Seth looked at you. His old, worn features were twisted in disbelief. “What?”

You swallowed dryly. Part of you wanted you to shrink away, curl into yourself. Instead, you straightened your posture, forced yourself to stand a little bit taller. Willed yourself to have a backbone for once in your life.

“You heard me,” you said, lifting your chin in defiance. Several onlookers gasped in surprise at your rebellion. Where had this insolence come from? “I’m choosing to leave with Joel. Now, please let go of my arm.”

Behind you, Joel stood silent and still. 

Watching. Observing. Waiting.

He wanted nothing more than to intervene. Rip you out of Seth’s hands and shatter each and every last bone in all ten of his fingers for putting them on you. Had Joel not realized that this was probably the first time in your whole, entire life you’d mustered up the courage to use your voice, he would have easily given into the urge. He wanted to protect you. He needed so badly to protect you. Yet, he knew you weren’t helpless or incapable of standing on your own two feet. He knew you deserved the chance to stand up and speak for yourself after a lifetime of being silenced, a lifetime of being forced to stay in your place, seen but never heard.

“Seth, let go of my arm,” you repeated. It was no longer a polite request. It was a demand.

He scoffed. “Do you honestly think I’m going to let you leave with somebody like him? You think I’m just going to stand back and let him take advantage of you?”

Oh, you hadn’t liked that insinuation, not one bit. 

It caused something inside of you to finally give way.

Snap.

The blood in your veins boiled, ran hot enough to make you feel like you were about to burn from the inside out. “Joel isn’t taking advantage of me! It isn’t like that,” you seethed, furiously. The quiet, well mannered, obedient good girl everyone in Jackson knew was gone. And she could stay gone. In your periphery, you could see Leah elbowing her way through the sea of people to the front of the crowd with an incredulous look plastered on her face. She stood there beside Tommy, who appeared to be just as incredibly bewildered by your outburst. “Don’t treat me like I’m some child who doesn’t know any better! I’m an adult and I’m old enough to make my own choices, okay?”

For a moment, you had forgotten it was Seth standing there in front of you.

“I’m capable of making my own decisions! I don’t need you to dictate my life. I don’t need you to tell me what is and isn’t good for me—controlling what I should and shouldn’t believe in.” Your voice trembled as emotions you’d been suppressing for years bubbled their way up to the surface. Amidst the chaos, you could feel Joel squeeze your hand again, as if silently encouraging you not to lose your nerve. He was your anchor, the only person who could keep your world from capsizing. You knew he wouldn’t let you drown. Not even God, who you had always been forced to believe was your pillar of strength, had ever made you feel this protected. Safe. “I don’t need you to tell me how to live and much less when it’s the end of the world.”

It wasn’t Seth you were addressing.

It was your father.

Your father, who controlled every last thing, from what you would eat to the way that you dressed and how you wore your hair.

Your father, who refused to let you have a mind of your own, who simply could not bear the mere thought of you thinking for yourself.

Your father, whose love felt like shackles, heavy, rusted metal restraints that had been digging into the flesh of your wrists for far, far too long.

“You need to let me go now,” you said, swallowing back the lump in your throat. Once more, you caught Leah from the corner of your eye, your heart lurching in your chest when you noticed her desperately trying to wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand. She was the only person in the room who understood how you felt. Her rebelliousness only ever masked the pain of knowing her father’s love came with terms and conditions—and the fear of knowing what would happen if those terms and conditions weren’t met. For several weeks, you’d gotten a taste of what she went through everyday, how her fear of putting her foot down led her to run around in secret and live a double life. “Just let me go.”

Seth firmly shook his head. “No! I’m not letting you go anywhere with him. I don’t know what the hell he did to you, but he’s clearly got you all fucking brainwashed.”

That was fucking enough. Joel stepped in, lowering his voice as he said, “Y’know, I’ve just ‘bout lost count of how many fuckin’ times she’s asked you to let her go now and it’s really startin’ to piss me off.” Raising an eyebrow, he laid his offer out on the table. “Here’s the deal. You let go of her right now and I won’t shatter your fuckin’ jaw into pieces. That seem fair enough to you?”

“No.” Seth gripped your arm even harder, prompting you to let out a little yelp as his nails dug painfully into your skin. Though it’d been accidental and he hadn’t meant to hurt you, it didn’t matter. He’d just set off the ticking time bomb that was Joel Miller.

Furious, Joel snatched a fistful of his shirt with his free hand—the other still held yours. Gentle, despite being mere moments away from beating someone to within an inch of their life.

“Joel! Stop!” Tommy’s voice broke through the tension as he approached. His footsteps were slow—careful and cautious, as if he was afraid to make any kind of sudden movement. “Joel. Hey. C’mon now, let’s not do this, alright? Ain’t gotta handle things this way. We can talk it through. No need for anyone to wind up bleedin’ in the fuckin’ infirmary tonight, so just take a breath and let him go.”

Blatantly ignoring Tommy’s attempt to keep the peace, Joel tugged Seth forward, yanking him closer. “Listen to me and listen to me good ‘cause I ain’t gonna fuckin’ say it again. You’d best take your fuckin’ hands off her right now unless you wanna spend the rest of the night sweepin’ up your teeth off the floor of your own fuckin’ bar,” he threatened, his tone enough to send a chill up anyone’s spine, even your own.

“You wouldn’t dare, Miller.” Somehow, Seth managed to keep a straight face, but you could see it so clearly in his eyes and in the tremble of his lower lip—oh, he was terrified of Joel and rightly so. “Not in front of all these people. Not in front of your brother. That wouldn’t be a smart move considering you’re already on thin fucking ice for what you did to that boy’s face, now would it?”

Joel tugged him closer. “Test me,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Go on. Fuckin’ test me.”

His challenge was immediately met with a pathetic look of defeat. Seth dropped your arm and he was released.

“S’what I fuckin’ thought.” Without another word to the man, Joel whirled around and roughly pulled the door open, leading the way outside. As you both descended the building’s old, creaking wooden steps, you began to shiver and he suddenly remembered he’d left his jacket behind inside the bar. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “C’mere, my little dove,” he murmured as he tucked you against his side for warmth. “I’ve got you.”

The first thing he did was light the fireplace.

“Should start warmin’ you up, sweet girl,” he’d said to you over his shoulder. He tossed a log into the blaze as you sat perched on his couch rubbing your bare arms with your hands. “M’gonna go upstairs and find you a blanket, alright? You stay put.”

“Okay,” you’d mumbled, knowing there was no point in telling him not to fuss over you.

Even with the soft, fleece throw blanket he had draped around your shoulders and the warmth of the flames in front of you, you continued trembling. Subtle, but he’d noticed it, felt it when he had sat down beside you and pulled you close against his side. “Oh baby, you’re still shakin’?” That was when he realized you weren’t cold. Frowning, Joel rose to his feet and disappeared down the hallway. He came back to the living room a minute later with a glass of water in his hand. With a small, labored grunt, he dropped to one knee in front of you and held it out. “Here.”

“No, thank you.” You shook your head. “I’m not thirsty.”

“Maybe not, but I’m kinda worried you could be in a bit of shock, right now,” he stated, the creases in between his brows deepening as he observed you for any other physical signs of distress. Carefully, Joel lifted the glass to your lips, gently coaxing you to take a drink. “C’mon, darlin’. Think you can be a real good girl for me and at least take a couple sips? Hm?”

Sighing softly, you nodded and did as he asked of you, taking a small sip of water. It soothed your dry mouth and throat and you took another one. Maybe you were thirsty after all.

“Little more, now. Little more. That’s it. That’s my good girl.” Once he was satisfied with how much you’d had to drink, Joel set the half empty glass down on the oak coffee table behind him. He turned back to you, placing his large hands on either side of your thighs below the hem of your dress. He started tracing soft, soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs. “M’real proud of you for standin’ up for yourself back there, sweetheart. Took a whole lot of fuckin’ courage to do that, y’know.”

You glanced down at your hands in your lap. “Mhm.”

“Baby. Hey. Look at me.” One of his hands abandoned your leg and he reached up, delicately taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. He tilted your face upwards, his worried gaze meeting your own. “Talk to me. M’right here.”

“That—that was a lot,” you admitted meekly, shoulders sagging as the adrenaline started wearing off and your body slowly came down from the peak hormone rush. “It was a lot.”

Sighing, Joel’s hand fell away from your face. “Yeah, I know it was a lot, babygirl. I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No.” You were quick to cut him off. “Don’t be sorry.”

His chest heaved with another sigh, this one deeper, heavier, bearing the weight of his guilt. “Well I am,” he said. He planted his hands on either side of you on the couch and lightly shook his head. “Didn’t even fuckin’ think twice when I pulled you outta that fuckin’ supply closet and took your hand in front of all those people. I was so fuckin’ hellbent on showin’ everybody you were mine that I didn’t even stop and think ‘bout what all it would mean for you. It was selfish of me. Real fuckin’ selfish. And I’m sorry, little dove.”

“Do you regret it?” you asked, quietly.

Joel chuckled in spite of himself. “M’pretty sure I’m the one who should be askin’ you that question, darlin’,” he remarked. “Tell me. Do you regret it? Do you regret me pullin’ you outta that closet?” He momentarily paused. There was a stutter in his heartbeat when you dropped your gaze away from his, silence your only reply. “Do you regret me takin’ your hand in front of everyone?”

Of course not.

You wanted to be his and you wanted everyone to know it. There was no regret, none. 

Still. 

The consequences that you would undoubtedly have to face in the morning were overwhelming. Daunting.

Surely, by then, your father would know about you and Joel. When he came downstairs right after sunrise and he discovered you weren’t in the kitchen helping Lydia prepare breakfast, he would question where you were and make some kind of remark about how you should not be sleeping in this late. He would tell her just how irresponsible it was for you to ignore your duties and obligations to him and the family. Sloth was one of the seven deadly sins, after all. He would make her trek upstairs and wake you, and when she did, your sister would find your bed empty.

Meanwhile, there would be a knock at the front door.

No stranger to having members of the congregation show up on his doorstep when they were in need, be it of prayer or comfort, your father would answer it only to find someone, not in need of solace, but who felt that it was their responsibility and moral obligation to inform him that they had seen his youngest daughter leaving The Tipsy Bison with Joel Miller in the middle of the night, hand in hand.

He wouldn’t believe them.

“Now, that is simply not true,” he would say, offended that anybody would have the nerve to show up at his door and accuse you of something so vile. “That’s not possible. I know my daughter and she would never do such a thing. It must have been someone else that you saw with him. Someone who looked like her, perhaps.”

Then, Lydia would descend the staircase and tell him you weren’t in your bedroom. “She must have gone up to the main street as soon as she woke up,” she would suggest with a shrug, not yet privy to the events that had taken place the night before at the party you and Leah had snuck off to. She never had to worry about you, the good one. “I did notice we were running pretty low on eggs. Sugar, too. She probably wanted to be the first in line at the pantry to—Papa? What’s the matter?”

The color would drain from your father’s face when the realization slowly sank in. No, you weren’t out on the main street picking up eggs for breakfast and sugar for his tea. You were lying up in Joel Miller’s bed—defiled, impure, and with the curse of Eve on your flesh. Even after dedicating his entire life to making sure you did not stray from the path of righteousness, he had failed. You had fallen into temptation. 

There was a chance he would have mercy on you. All you had to do was beg and plead for his forgiveness—and more importantly, for the forgiveness of God. “Vow to atone for your sins,” your father would say, his gaze fixed on the Holy Bible in his lap. He probably wouldn’t be able to look at you, not after what you had done. “Repent. And swear to me, child, that you will never so much as glance in that man’s direction ever again.”

No. That’s not what you wanted.

You wanted Joel and the freedom to be with him. 

But that freedom came with a high, high price.

You were willing to pay it, but you’d be lying if you said you were prepared to navigate the consequences. Then again, was there really any way for someone to prepare themselves to be shunned by their own father?

“I can take you home,” Joel offered quietly, the sound of his voice taking you out of the future and bringing you back into the present.

“What?”

“I can take you home,” he repeated himself. “I can take you home right now if that’s what you want, sweet girl. Won’t give you any kinda grief ‘bout it.”

Confused, all you could do was stare at him.

“Listen to me, baby. You mean a lot to me. More than I can even begin to explain,” Joel reassured you before any kind of doubt could find its way into your mind. “I want you to stay with me. There’s nothin’ on what’s left of this fuckin’ earth I want more than for you to stay here with me. But what you want matters to me a hell of a lot more than what I want.” He reached up, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. “If you decide you wanna go home and go back to your family—back to your old man—then that’s where I’ll take you. Okay?”

Your father would give you an ultimatum. But Joel? He was giving you a choice. And he’d respect that choice.

“I wanna free you from your cage, my little dove. But I think we both know you’ve gotta make the choice to fly outta there on your own.” He lightly swept his thumb over your quivering bottom lip, his eyes meeting yours as he whispered, “Door’s wide open for you. What you do next is all up to you.”

“I’m afraid, Joel,” you confessed. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye and rolled its way down the side of your face. He was quick to wipe it away, along with the others that followed. “I do want out of my cage. I really, really do. But I’m terrified. All I have ever known is my family and my faith. I have never been apart from my father and my sisters.”

His expression softened. “I know you’re scared. Can’t promise you things will be easy, but there is one thing I can promise you.”

“What’s that?” you questioned, then waited with baited breath.

He gingerly cupped your cheek in his large palm. “I’ve got you,” he swore to you, just like he had done so back at the bar. “If you decide to stay, I promise I’ll take real, real good care of you, alright? For the rest of my life, I’ll take care of you. You won’t ever have to worry ‘bout a thing with me by your side. Swear it on my life.”

Warmth blossomed in your heartspace and finally, you stopped trembling. Lifting a hand, you curled your fingers around his wrist as your gaze fell to his mouth. “Joel?”

“What is it, darlin’ girl?”

“Kiss me. Please.”

With a gentle nod, Joel’s other hand found your hip, the warmth of it seeping through the cotton fabric of your dress. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against yours. It was a chaste thing, soft and innocent until you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to you. “Babygirl,” he mumbled against your lips. He deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue through your parted lips and into your mouth. He tasted like bold bourbon and citrus beer. There was a faint hint of tobacco too—you recalled him admitting to you one night in the church house that while he wasn’t all that much of a smoker, at least not like he used to be when living in the zones, he would occasionally partake in the habit if he happened to come across a pack of cigarettes while out on patrol, pairing the nicotine with a drink. He tasted delicious. He tasted delicious because he tasted like yours.

You sank back into the worn, supple brown leather of his couch, tugging him forward so he sank in with you. Over you. Releasing your near death grip on his collar, you managed to wedge your hands in between your bodies and began to claw furiously at the buttons of his shirt, your fingers shaking out of pure desperation to feel him. It wasn’t until you were halfway down that he finally noticed what you were doing and leaned back, catching both of your wrists.

“Baby, wait,” he panted, shaking his head. “Don’t think now’s a good time for that—”

“Joel, please,” you pleaded, the intense ache between your thighs almost too much for you to bear. “Please. I want it. I want you.”

“S’been a rough night for you.” Joel’s voice was hoarse—strained, like he was aching just as much, if not more. “You’re real emotional right now. Vulnerable. Last thing I want is to take advantage of you at a time like this.”

You frowned. Had Seth’s words gotten into his head?

“You’re not taking advantage of me.”

“Darlin’ I just don’t think we should—”

“Joel, please,” you begged him again. “I was so good for you, was I not? Wasn’t I patient, just like you asked me to be?”

His lips thinned into a tight line. He wouldn’t be able to resist much longer. You, his beautiful little temptress of Eden.

“I waited for so long,” you reminded him. “I’ve been so, so good for you. Please, just make me yours already. I don’t want to think about anything else right now. I just want to be with you. Please, Joel. I need you so badly it hurts.”

Christ.

No man could stand it. No man could possibly have the strength to deny you.

With a look of utter defeat, he folded. Before he could say another word or make another move, your greedy mouth was on his, and you kissed him with fervor, with urgency, as you finished the task of unbuttoning his shirt. Pushing it off of his shoulders, the corduroy fabric fell into a crumpled heap behind him, nearly knocking the glass of water off the coffee table. You broke away from him and shamelessly marveled at his mouth watering form—you admired the way miles of smooth, tanned skin stretched over his wide shoulders, broad chest and soft, soft belly. Arousal pooled between your legs and you reached out and raked your fingers down his chest, and over his stomach, going lower and lower, following the trail of coarse, dark hair that led you to his brown leather belt. You clumsily started fumbling with the brass buckle until he caught your hands once more.

“Slow down, my little dove,” he murmured. “No need to rush this. We’ve got all night.” He stood up and held his hand out to you. Time blurred a bit—maybe it was your nervousness mingled with the eager anticipation of what was to come, but there seemed to be a small gap in your memory, a blank space that spanned from the moment you rose off the couch until the moment you found yourself standing in his bedroom where you were about to answer to the call of the flesh.

Dropping your hand, Joel switched on the lamp on his bedside table and kicked off his boots before taking you into his arms. “C’mere, honey.” He nuzzled your cheek with the tip of his nose as he spoke, the scruff of his beard tickling your cheek. “Couple’a rules, sweet girl. I do somethin’ that you don’t like, you tell me. You want me to stop, you tell me to sto—”

Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, you slowly lowered yourself down onto the floor and knelt at his feet with purpose, as if kneeling before an altar, a sacred, holy space. Though you felt anxious, you were eager to worship. “I haven’t forgotten about what I said earlier tonight,” you cooed, noticing the mild look of surprise on his face. “I said I’d make it up to you and I intend on keeping my word.”

All the blood in his body rushed south to his cock and it strained painfully against the crotch of his jeans. “Baby, I—” Again, he was cut off, only this time by the sound of his own groan when your hand brushed up the front of his thigh and over his growing bulge. He glanced down, his heart thrumming painfully hard against his sternum as he watched you reach for his belt buckle.

With all your might, you willed your hands so as not to tremble. It was self-explanatory, what you were about to do, but your total lack of experience sowed seeds of doubt into your mind—you wanted to make him feel good, just like he had made you feel good outside of the church house during services. Just how you knew he would make you feel tonight.

Hand still over his buckle, you pressed the tenderest of kisses to his bulge through his jeans. Then, turning your head, you rested your cheek on one of his thick, blue denim clad thighs and peered up at him through your eyelashes with a small, nervous smile as you confessed what he already knew. “I’ve never done this before.”

Oh, how sweet and endearing you were. Joel reached down and smoothed your hair back and away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “S’alright, honey,” he crooned, grazing the silkiness of your cheek with his index finger. “I’ll walk you through it. Teach you how to be a real good girl and suck my cock just the way I like it. That what you want, my little dove?”

His filth made your cunt clench hard around nothing.

Slowly lifting your head off of his thigh, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and managed a clear, consenting nod as your hands fumbled with his buckle, the clinking sound of metal ringing loudly in your ears. You undid the button on his jeans and pulled down his zipper, your throat drying when you saw the outline of him, his size intimidating even behind the cotton fabric of his faded, black boxer briefs.

With a harsh swallow, you glanced up at him, silently asking him for his permission to continue.

Such a polite little thing, Joel thought to himself. “Go on, sweetheart,” he encouraged.

You tugged his jeans down to the middle of his thighs and hooked your index fingers underneath the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down and freeing his cock. There was a deep, swooping sensation in your belly as you watched it slap up against the lower part of his abdomen. After many nights of sitting in his lap, feeling him through his clothes, grinding your cunt down onto him, you thought you’d at the very least had an idea of what you would be in for, but oh, how wrong you had been. He was so much bigger than you could have imagined, and your stomach swooped again when you realized he was not going to fit. Anywhere.

Licking away the dryness of your lips, you take him in one of your hands, feeling the heaviness of his length in your palm. He was so long and so, so thick.

“Oh fuck,” Joel hissed the curse through gritted teeth, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as your touch sent a charged jolt of electricity shooting up the length of his spine. He looked down at you, his pupils blown wide with arousal. Christ. You hadn’t even done anything to him yet, but seeing you sitting so prettily at his feet was almost enough to make him come on the spot.

Delicately wrapping your hand around him, you found yourself almost in awe at the way your fingertips barely, just barely, touched. The sheer size of his cock dwarfed your hand, and made it seem so much smaller than it really was.

“You’re so big,” you murmured, echoing your thoughts. You licked at your lips again, suddenly feeling ravenous, an appetite that had seemingly come out of nowhere making you salivate. The tip of him was flushed red, slit already glistening—how badly you wanted, needed a taste. Never, ever, did you think you would be down on your knees for anything but prayer, but there you were, starved and desperate to bite into the forbidden fruit.

“What’re you waitin’ for, darlin’ girl?” he croaked.

“Permission,” you replied, sweetly.

“Go right ahead, baby. S’all yours—I’m all yours.”

Yours.

Yours, yours, yours.

Finding your first push of courage, you leaned forward and so carefully swept your tongue along the tip of his length, collecting the slight saltiness leaking from the slit and getting your first delectable taste. With your hand still wrapped firmly around his base, you looked up, your eyes locked on Joel’s face as you flicked your tongue up against the rigid underside of his cock.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Joel groaned, all of the muscles in his stomach already pulling taut when he felt you dragging your tongue in a slow, purposeful lick along the length of him. “Babygirl.”

“Is that good?” you asked him, sounding hopeful. “Am I doing good?”

“Doin’ so, so fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart. Look so fuckin’ pretty down on your knees for me.”

Pleased, you wrapped your mouth around the head of his length, pressing forward and taking him in as far as you possibly could—which, in all fairness, wasn’t very far. At least not as far as you would have liked. Another groan tore itself from the depths of his chest as your plush, plump lips sealed around him, your tongue warm and wet on the underside of his cock. Moving both of your hands to rest on the sides of his thighs, you began to move your head back and forth, following what felt most natural to you. The nerves you initially felt slowly but surely dissipated, vanishing one by one with every curse, every tremble, every sharp breath.

Joel resisted the urge to buck his hips forward, fought the desire to feel himself at the back of your throat. He needed to be gentle, so careful with such an innocent, pliant thing who had much, much to learn. “Sweet little fuckin’ mouth feels so good around my cock, baby, just like I fuckin’ knew it would. Y’think it can take more of me, little dove? Hm?”

You hummed, the vibration intensifying his pleasure.

“Yeah? Y’trust me?”

Your reply came in the form of a muffled, “Mhm.”

Joel reached down and cradled the back of your head in the palm of his hand. He carefully guided you further onto his throbbing length, slowly feeding you one inch at a time. Your fingers dug into the denim of his jeans. He was much more than a mouthful for you, and you could only take about half of him before he hit the back of your throat, prompting you to gag around him. Drool dribbled out from the corners of your mouth and down the sides your chin, dripping onto your lap.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart. Yeah, that’s it. Little more now, honey,” Joel encouraged. He bucked his hips forward, his head slipping further down your throat. Just when you felt like you were about to choke, he pulled out and you tried your hardest not to cough and sputter as you took in a much needed, precious breath of air. He gave you a few seconds or so to finish catching your breath as he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs further down his legs. He stepped out of the articles of clothing and kicked them somewhere off to the aside, standing before you completely bare. “Open up.”

Your absolute devotion to him bred sweet submission, so as worried as you were that you wouldn’t be able to handle it, you nodded obediently and very willingly did as you were told. 

He guided himself right back into your waiting mouth, pressing deeply. You tried to relax your jaw, reminding yourself to breathe in and out through your nose. Tears streamed down the sides of your face as you did your best to forestall another gag. “Little bit more,” he said, thrusting his hips in a slow, steady controlled rhythm. He advanced even further into your mouth—trusting he wouldn’t suffocate you, nor push you too far past your limits, you opened up wider. He moaned, “Yeah, baby. That’s my good girl. That’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

With a bit of newfound confidence, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him. You swiped your tongue along the thick, prominent vein on the underside of his cock, earning yourself more of his sweet, sweet praise.

“Fuck, yeah, suck me off, sweetheart. This pretty little mouth was fuckin’ made for sin,” he breathed, guiding your head back and forth with a firm, but gentle hand.

You moaned, the noise muffled around his length. Slick soaked through your panties and coated the insides of your thighs. With another moan, you tightly squeezed your legs together, inwardly reminding yourself that patience was a virtue.

Noticing the way you had shifted, Joel moved his hand from the back of your head, lightly curling his fingers around your jaw. He pulled you off of his cock, a loud, lewd popping sound bouncing off the sage green walls of his bedroom. “C’mere, baby.” He grabbed your arms, effortlessly hoisting you up to your feet.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned him worriedly. “Did I do something wrong?”

Chuckling softly, he brushed a finger along the strap of your dress. You could do no wrong, his perfect, perfect girl. “Of course not, sweet girl. You did so fuckin’ good for me,” Joel reassured you, lightly tracing along your collarbone with his finger and making your flesh erupt in goosebumps. He leaned forward and feathered a kiss onto your lips, murmuring against them, “Are you wet, little dove?”

Before you could even process the query and generate some kind of coherent response, he dove his opposite hand between your thighs, cupping your warm heat in his palm. At this, your weak knees buckled, prompting you to reach out and grab onto his arms to hold steady and keep yourself from falling into a helpless heap on the floor.

“Oh, honey. You’re soaked. That what sucking my cock does to you?” he cooed. He peppered another kiss, this one onto the corner of your mouth. His voice lowered another octave. “Poor little thing. She needs me, don’t she? Needs me to take care of her?”

You whimpered. “Yes.”

“Manners, babygirl,” he reminded you, skimming your cheek with his nose. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, please.”

Humming in approval, Joel withdrew his hand from in between your legs and guided you backwards towards his bed. “Sit,” he commanded gently, bidding you to let go of him. “Arms up.”

Reaching for the hem of your dress, he took great care in pulling it over your head, then discarded the vibrant yellow material over his shoulder, leaving you in nothing but your cowboy boots and thin, cotton white panties. Without a word, he knelt before you and pulled off one boot, and then the other, setting them both aside. He hooked two fingers underneath the elastic waistband of your underwear, coaxing you to lift your bottom off of the bed, just long enough for him to pull them down and slide them down your legs. He was so tender in the manner in which he undressed you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful, beautiful girl,” Joel praised. His dark gaze dragged down the length of your body as you sat before him wearing nothing but the delicate, gold chain around your neck. The holy cross nestled between your supple breasts gleamed in the light of the lamp on the nightstand. He would leave it on until your decision was made, set in stone. “My pretty little dove.”

“Joel.” You whimpered his name, hands curling around fistfuls of his dark blue sheets. You were drenched now, in dire need of some relief. If he didn’t touch you where you needed him most, you would surely lose your mind.

Desperate, you leaned back slightly onto his bed and parted your knees, your folds glistening as you showed him just how badly you needed him.

Joel groaned, almost visibly salivating at the sight. The blazing heat in his eyes sent ripples of desire coursing through your body, straight to your throbbing core.

You opened wider. “Please.”

“Christ, babygirl. Already soakin’ the sheets.” Sliding a finger up along the seam of your pussy, he grazed your clit, the touch light, but somehow still enough to make your hips arch off the mattress as white-hot pinpricks of pleasure danced their way up your spine. He lowered his head and leaned in, your sweet scent drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Just when you were about to start pleading him for more, he dipped his face into the apex of your thighs, his mouth finally, finally, meeting your wet heat.

“Oh!” you gasped, your head falling back. “Fuck!”

Against you, his lips curled upwards into a wicked grin. He’d never heard you curse before, not until now.

Joel took his time devouring you, savoring the essence of your cunt with each broad stroke of his tongue. Sealing his lips around your clit, he flicked the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again, eliciting from you some of the sweetest noises that he had ever heard in his entire life. In preparation for what you both knew was to come, he pushed one finger inside of you, the invasion causing you to fist his sheets even harder. He then slipped in a second finger, groaning in sheer, carnal bliss at how your walls squeezed them, at the mere thought of them squeezing his cock in the same manner. How was it that you felt so much tighter this time around?

“Oh God.”

You shouldn’t be saying His name. Not like this.

Not when something this sinful was being done to you.

Hungrily, Joel lapped at you, curling both of his fingers in an upwards motion to hit the perfect spot. He knew you were close, felt it in the way that you squirmed and writhed. Draping his arm across your hips, he pinned them down onto the bed, holding you still as he chased your high as if it were his own.

“Joel,” you chanted his name over and over again in a fevered prayer. Releasing the sheets, your hands found his hair, tangling themselves in his curls. Your head fell back, and you cursed at the ceiling of his bedroom. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Joel—”

Pushing onto his mouth, you came, moaning his name so loudly you were certain the whole neighborhood was getting an earful.

Joel pulled back, his beard and mustache slicked with your spend. “S’right, honey,” he crooned, his digits still buried to the knuckle as he helped you to ride out your wave of ecstasy. Eventually, when he pulled them out, you tried closing your shaking legs. He tsked and shook his head, wrenching them open further. “No, no, baby. Keep those pretty thighs open for me. Wanna see her.” He admired his work, his cock twitching at the sight of your pussy, swollen and shining, and ready to take him.

Like earlier, there was another brief skip in time.

Mind still in a haze, you hadn’t even realized that he’d risen to his feet and guided you further up onto his bed, not until you were lying on your back with your head on his pillow and he was hovering over you, his hard length brushing against one of your messy, inner thighs when he settled himself between your legs. 

Your heart began to pound in a mingle of both fear and excitement.

Joel’s eyes met yours. His pupils were blown so wide, there was not one, single trace of brown anywhere to be seen. “Y’absolutely sure about this, little dove?”

Your response came without hesitation. “Yes. I’m sure.”

He pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw. Your submission was a gift, and he would cherish every last second of your surrender to him, savor it for as long as he possibly could. His lips, soft and warm, skimmed along the column of your throat, leaving a trail of fresh goosebumps in their wake.

If, by some chance, you decided that you wanted to go back to your father and to your faith, Joel didn’t know how he would find it in himself to let you go, not after this. Of course, he would have to let go, though.

The last thing he wanted was to help free you from one cage just to stick you right back into another. While he was no stranger to loss, he had to admit to himself that to lose you would be a knife to whatever was left of his heart.

Shoving the thought out of his mind, he reached down and gripped the base of his cock, pumping it in his fist before running the leaking head along your puffy lips, coating himself in your wetness with the hope it would ease some of the pain you were bound to feel. “Ready, babygirl?” he asked you, lightly teasing your entrance. “Might hurt a bit. M’gonna go slow. Just need you to relax for me, alright?”

“Okay.”

“I’ve got you,” he promised.

You nodded, saying softly, “I know.”

Though he knew he had all of your trust, Joel could still sense your anxiousness. He reached out for your hand, lacing your fingers together with his own as he gingerly pressed forward and eased himself into you, taking the very innocence you had been taught your entire life to preserve, one slow, careful inch at a time.

“Oh—Joel!” You cried loudly at the initial stretch, your pretty face scrunching in discomfort. Tightly slamming your eyes shut, sparks flew behind your eyelids when he finally bottomed out. The burning sting in between your thighs was too overwhelming, almost impossible to cope with. He felt so enormous within you, you could have sworn he was in your belly. Another broken cry fell from your lips and he swallowed it with a comforting kiss.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed against your lips, a thin sheen of sweat coating his brow, neck, and chest. He wasn’t sure where he found the strength, but he suppressed his urge to thrust. Instead, he dropped his face into the hollow of your neck and waited, giving you the chance to adjust to him. He mumbled against your skin. “Doin’ so good for me, sweet girl. Y’know that? You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for me.”

Even in discomfort, you preened at his praise.

He squeezed your hand, and after a minute, he gave an experimental thrust of his hips—and then another and another before he ceased his movement once again. He was so big and you were so deliciously full of him.

Eventually, the pain subsided, and you found yourself asking, no, begging for more. “Move.” Your other hand found itself cupping the side of his face, coaxing him to lift his head and allowing your gazes to meet. Your soft, plush thighs parted further to help accommodate the breadth of his hips. “Please, Joel. I need you to move—I need you to fuck me.”

Surely, you would be the death of him.

He drew his hips back with cautious, tender care, then advanced in the same manner to fill your precious cunt all over again. He did it over and over, your pleasured moans encouraging him to begin picking up the pace. He drove his cock in and out of your weeping pussy, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the lewd, wet squelch of you around him inspiring him to fuck you harder, faster. And the noises you were making?

There was something oh so beautiful about your cries, sweet raptures of submission as you laid there beneath him, all too graciously taking everything he had to give you like the good, good, good girl you were for him.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” Joel rasped. “Look at you—look at the way you take my fuckin’ cock, honey.”

And you did.

Glancing down, your gaze fell between your bodies and you watched in awe, openly marveled at the way Joel slid in and out of your cunt, how he knocked hard so deeply inside of you, driving himself as far as he could possibly go.

“Fuck Joel, I’m gonna—” You tried warning him as the pressure in your belly neared its peak, but you tumbled over the edge before you even had the chance to finish your sentence. Arching up off off the bed, you pressed your chest against his, your fingers squeezing his own so hard you feared you might break them.

“That’s it babygirl, let go,” he grunted, speeding up his thrusts. “Squeeze my fuckin’ cock—just like that. Good girl. My perfect, perfect girl.”

You didn’t quite get the chance to let the praise sink in.

Joel pulled himself out of you, and with ease, he flipped you over onto your belly. His hands gripped your hips and pulled them up off the mattress, his fingers moving to firmly knead the fleshiest part of your ass. He leaned over you, the head of his cock nudging at your hole. “Y’think you can handle a little bit more, sweetheart?” he whispered the question into a tumble of messy hair, the delicate scent of the lavender shampoo you used to wash it filling his senses. “Answer me, little dove.”

“Yes,” you replied breathlessly with a nod. “I can.”

With a satisfied hum, Joel sank into you, this second stretch not quite as overwhelming at the first, but still intense. “Relax,” he murmured, hunching further over your quivering back. He pressed a kiss onto the top of your head and then leaned down to brace his hands on either side of you. “Need you to be sweet for me just a bit longer, okay, baby?”

“God,” you whimpered when the heaviness of his balls came to rest on your sensitive clit.

It was the second time you’d uttered His name.

Joel almost grinned at the irony. He found his rhythm, groaning in gut-deep satisfaction with each snap of his hips—each smooth stroke in and each smooth stroke out.

“Oh fuck, sweet girl.” Heaven was indeed a real place, and Joel Miller was buried in it to the hilt, right at this very moment.

He was getting closer and closer.

Maybe it was your eagerness to help him reach his own release mingled with the pride you knew you would feel once you did that gave you a second wind, a fresh, new burst of energy. You planted your hands firmly on his pillow. Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you curved your spine and pushed back onto Joel with purpose, meeting his thrusts halfway as you rode his aching length to the satiation that waited for him at the end.

“There’s my girl,” he rasped. “Oh fuckin’ Christ—”

No way he could live his life without you now.

He needed you.

He needed you so much more than you needed him.

Joel slipped an arm around your shoulders, across your chest.

“Oh!” you gasped as he then yanked you back, pulling you flush against him. The rough crash of your back against his chest, combined with the angle in which he was fucking you knocked the wind out of your lungs.

His lips were at the shell of your ear. “Stay,” he panted, his breath hot against your cheekbone. He wrapped his other hand lightly around your throat. Relentless, were his hips now—his movements had become frantic. Desperate. “Stay with me, baby.”

Even as you fought to catch your breath in the position he had you in, you picked up on the fact that he wasn’t asking you of it, nor was he demanding you of it.

He was begging you.

Him, the most feared man in this town. Begging you?

“Joel,” you choked.

“Please, my little dove,” he pleaded, turning your head towards him. His mouth was then on the corner of your own, his beard roughly scratching the soft and delicate flesh of your cheek. “I need you, babygirl. Stay with me. Please, just fuckin’ stay with me.”

Your hands curled around his wrists. “Yes, I’ll stay,” you moaned. “I’m yours, Joel. I’m all yours. I—I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I’ll stay with you.”

A low, guttural sound rumbled through his chest. Joel firmly took hold of your cross, and without so much as a warning, he ripped the chain from around your neck and tossed it somewhere over his shoulder. He heard it land on the hardwood floor with the tiniest, faint clink the moment he spilled into you, ropes of warm release coating your fluttering walls. Curses and groans spilled from his lips and into your neck. Your cunt clutched at his pulsing cock, greedy for every last drop of his spend she could get.  

Once you were filled, you both collapsed beside each other on the bed, heaving to catch a steady breath.

“Y’okay, sweetheart?” Joel managed to ask, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.

Exhausted, all you could do was nod and utter, “Mhm.”

He exhaled an amused huff through his nose. “C’mere.” He reached for you and pulled you against his side. He draped an arm around your shoulders, holding you as close to him as was possible. “Y’did so good, honey.”

Your mouth curled into a small, contented smile.

Several minutes had passed by, and despite telling him that you were too tired to even think about moving, Joel made you get up and use the bathroom, and while you did so, he ran a clean washcloth under warm water. “Here, darlin’. Let me clean you up,” he’d said, his lips meeting your forehead in a loving token of affection before he sank down onto one knee and ran the damp cloth along the insides of your thighs. He took extreme care when he wiped at your swollen folds, knowing you were still sensitive to the touch. “There we go. All done, now.”

Not long after, you were both back in his bed, wrapped up in his sheets.

Yawning, you nuzzled into bare his chest, your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier with each and every second that ticked by. You’d started drifting off when you heard his voice.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” you answered sleepily, eyes still closed.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Mean what, Joel?”

There was a brief pause. “Y’know, when you said you’d stay with me.”

Snuggling closer to him, you mumbled, “Mhm. Of course I did.”

“S’not gonna be easy,” Joel murmured into your hair.

“I know.” You yawned. “But I have you.”

“You do. You’ve got me—and I’ve got you, babygirl.”

“Mm. I know that too, Joel.”

You felt him kiss the top of your head and then fell fast asleep in his arms.

The sun bloomed over the Grand Tetons.

Your father would wake soon, that’s to say if he wasn’t up already.

The nerves began to set in.

Joel must have sensed it. “Breathe, baby. S’gonna be okay,” he soothed, squeezing your hand.

With one of his warmer, heavier jackets that normally didn’t see the light of day until winter season draped around your shoulders, the two of you made your way down the road and towards your house. Or better said, towards your father’s house. Because after what you were about to do, that yellow and white cottage would no longer be a place you could call home.

He led you up to the porch. “Y’sure you don’t want me to go in there with you?” he asked, quietly.

You could have laughed. You almost did.

“Do you believe that to be a wise choice?”

“No, I reckon it ain’t the best idea,” Joel admitted with a sigh, raking his free hand through his unkempt, salt and pepper hair. He looked up at the house, then back at you. “Look, little dove. No matter what happens in there, just know that everythin’ will be alright. M’gonna take care of you. For the rest of my life, I’ll take care of you. I’ll try my hardest to be everythin’ you need.”

“You already are, Joel,” you said, your gaze earnest.

His chest swelled with warmth.

Truth be told, Joel didn’t know how he had managed to defy the odds—how he, of all people, had managed to make his way into that sweet, innocent, beautiful little heart of yours, but somehow he did, and he would not take this responsibility lightly.

He brushed your lips with his and promised, “Gonna be waitin’ right here, okay?”

“Okay.” Inhaling deeply, you willed yourself to let go of his hand and took a step back. You then started up the porch steps on wobbling legs. When you made it to the top, you glanced over your shoulder at Joel, who gave you a subtle nod of encouragement. Exhaling slowly, you reached for the knob with trembling fingers and turned it, opening the door. You stepped inside, your heart dropping into your stomach when you saw your father sitting there at the foot of the staircase, as if he’d been waiting for you. He had been waiting for you. Fully dressed, he sat on the second to last step with both hands folded on his bible in his lap, a rosary clutched between them. “Papa?”

He said nothing. Instead, he silently observed you—his eyes glazed over the men’s jacket and the short dress you were underneath it, the disheveled, loose hair and kiss swollen lips. Your holy cross nowhere to be seen.

“Papa.” You swallowed harshly and shifted your weight anxiously from the heel of one boot to the other. “We, um—we really need to have a talk.”

He peered around you, catching a brief glimpse of the man standing outside, waiting for you at the foot of the porch.

He cleared his throat, lightly. “Yes, child. I suppose that we do.”

Nodding tightly, you turned around and slowly closed the door. Joel’s words rang in your mind over and over, giving you the push of strength you knew you would need.

I’ve got you.

divider credit goes to @saradika 🤍

#fic: fall into temptation #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x afab!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller series #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller angst #the last of us fic #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #post outbreak joel

[mouschiwrites]

hi i’m very sorry if this is out of pocket but i haven’t seen something like this — so i saw you’re willing to do hc’s for ninjago, so can you do like the ninja in pixel empire reacting to male/gn reader’s ingame outfit ??? for zane (+ pix if u want) it could be like a playon detective thing since they don’t go in the game

thanksies if you do do this (and if u can’t do all the ninja dw! just do the onesnu can / want!!)

Not out of pocket at all, my friend!! Still sorta testing the waters for writing Ninjago characters, so this was good practice! Also, I didn't include any physical descriptions bc I wanted y'all to be able to imagine you're wearing something you like :]

(for Zane and Pixal, we are just pretending they could go in the game shhhh)

Ninjago - Elemental Ninjas (+ Pixal) Reacting to Your Outfit in Prime Empire

Jay

With the help of one of the many "Jays," you eventually ended up in Jay's club

When he appeared on stage, he immediately noticed you

"Y/N!!!"

He leapt off the stage and ran over to you, stopping a few feet away so that he could look you over

"AAAH you look so cool!!!! And I thought my outfit was nice! Gah, I wish I had thought of something like that!"

You laughed, assuring him that his outfit was also very stylish

He ignored you, walking around you in a circle and fangirling over every little detail

You literally had to tell him to stop, he would not be quiet about how good your outfit was

Cole

You were looking yourself over, pretty satisfied with your choices of clothing

You noticed that you weren't the only one staring at your outfit

Cole was standing a little ways away

He was watching you intently, almost gaping at you

You felt your face heat up a little

Your satisfaction with your choices was suddenly waning

Feeling a little insecure, you asked:

"What?"

Cole just smiled, meeting your eyes with his own, filled with admiration

"Nothing. Just thinking of how lucky I am. And how good-lookin' you are."

You snorted, smiling back at him with your confidence restored

Kai

The first thing you heard when you stepped out into the open with your new outfit was a whistle

Worried for a second that it was some stranger being a creep, you whirled around ready to slap someone

But it was just Kai, watching you with his arms crossed as he leaned against a wall

"Nice threads."

You breathed a sigh of relief, making your way over to him to give him a light punch on the arm

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders

"No, seriously. You look super cool."

"Not so bad yourself."

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek

Zane

Zane isn't really one for appearances; he doesn't really care what people look like

But he can still recognize when someone looks nice

Like you, when you emerged in your in-game outfit

You approached him with a proud grin on your face

You looked great, and it made him happy that you were confident

He gave a smile in return

It was one of his sweet, genuine smiles that you adored so much

He took both your hands in his as he said:

"I like your outfit. It suits you."

Lloyd

Lloyd was looking around, surveying the unfamiliar landscape

He was caught off guard when he noticed you walking towards him, wearing a rather flattering outfit

He felt his cheeks heat up instantly

He floundered when you stopped in front of him; his mind was totally blank

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as he stared

Realizing he was being rude, he fumbled to say something

"You, uh... You look nice."

He smiled awkwardly, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt

You just chuckled, treasuring his reaction

Nya

Nya perked up as you approached her, already smiling at the mere sight of you

Her eyes widened when she noticed your outfit

She brought a hand to cup her cheek endearingly

She stared for a moment, cheeks turning rosy as she returned her gaze to your face

There was a twinkle in her eye as she said:

"Well, don't you look nice!"

She took your hand in hers as she showed you off to the others

"Guys, look at y/n! Don't they look cool?"

Pixal

Kind of like Zane, she doesn't care for appearances

She's more focused on functionality when it comes to clothing

So when you approach her in your new outfit, the first thing she does is overanalyze it

She walks around you in a circle, pointing and tugging at different parts

She's lowkey critiquing you 💀

"This will be good in allowing you to move freely. This part is too loose; it might get caught on something. You'll have to be careful."

She's doing it because she loves you, I promise

She just wants you to be as efficient and safe as you can be!

Thank you so much for reading, and thank you anon for the request!! I hope this was okay :)

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #cole x reader #pixal x reader #kai x reader #kai smith #kai smith x reader #nya x reader #nya smith #nya smith x reader #cole brookstone #cole brookstone x reader #jay x reader #jay walker #jay walker x reader #zane julien #zane x reader #zane julien x reader #lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd x reader

[xoitadori]

→ HYPOCRITE [ last part ] ⸺ itadori. y ۵

۵ contains - mature language, physical touch, heavy kissing, light degrading, manhandling, angst, fluff, pet names, enemy!yuuji/bully!yuuji/yandere!yuuji, AFAB!reader, love confession <3

۵ summary - following part one story line. this is part two.

NOW -

۵ “Your mouth is too big, maybe I should shut it for you.” Yuuji stepped down, near to you, his honey-almond eyes gazing down into yours, his orbs on your soft lips.

you stood confidently, hands crossed against your chest.

“I doubt that you'd touch me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.. it is,” you strode slightly closer to him, annoyance flashing against his expression as you spoke up, “You punched Aoi for teasing me, you wouldn't dare lay a finger on me-”

his thick, veiny hand moved up to your throat, now standing even closer to you, leaving no room between both of your bodies. he silenced you with one, single touch. he had a sort of power over you, one he enjoyed having.

his hand tightened around the soft skin of your chubby neck, his facial features illuminated even more by the moonlight shining through his glass windows.

he stood tall, his firm body pressing against your imperfections, making you feel small.

your eyes enlarged as you inhaled his musky scent, the smell of blood mixed with his rich, smooth cologne, realizing just how close he was to you.

“I won't hurt you, you're right about that.. but god, if I wanna fucking touch you, I’ll touch you.” his eyes locked onto yours, both of you standing in his dark and silent bedroom, the sound of your soft breathing filling the air.

his cold lips curled into a smirk, meeting your ear.

“you understand, don’t you?” he whispered in a frosty yet dull tone, beginning to walk against you, forcing you to back up slowly. his hand fell from your throat, your own reaching behind you, making sure you didn’t trip or fall. “or was that little touch not enough for you, love?”

your back finally hit the edge of one of his dressers, your sweaty palms resting against the sharp edges. your rear pressed against the top of the dresser, causing your back to arch and your body to lift slightly.

he watched as you struggled to move from him, his eyes filled with nothing but twisted love. Yuuji’s hands made contact with your squishy, thick thighs, using all of his strength to lift you up and onto the dresser. a soft whimper elicited from your smooth lips, causing him to groan in satisfaction.

“w-what are you doing..? you can’t touch me like that!” you shouted, but his palm made contact with your mouth, silencing you.

“I’m proving something.” he licked his lips, hands resting on your thighs as he pushed them apart, pushing himself in between them. “don’t be so loud, baby.. like I said, I won’t hurt you.” your breathing sped up delicately, nails digging into the sides of his dresser.

he eyed your wrists, clutching them into his thick and slender fingers. he gripped them tightly in both of his hands, moving them up above your head, pinning you against the wall.

he was still so much taller than you were, eyes staring down into yours as you gritted your teeth. he saw your whining and decided to call you out for it. “you're a little whiny brat, huh?”

“and you're a hypocrite,” you whispered back, your orbs filled with honesty and nervousness.

“I know.” Yuuji smirked, pressing his body against yours, his abdomen pressing against your pelvis, his lips closer than ever before.

“you sound oddly happy with that.”

“because I am. I’m proud of myself.”

“oh, you are? being a hypocrite isn’t something to be proud of, Yuuji.”

“It is when it’s about you,” his nose pressed against yours as his eyes darted towards your lips, then back to your slender orbs. “you wanna know why?”

“yeah.” you stated, feeling his breath mix with yours as he chuckled lowly.

“because you’re mine to tease. mine to fuck with. mine to hurt and break,” he paused for a moment, before continuing his statement, “mine to love.” his voice was cold but loving, as if he was trying his best to keep his composure.

“Aoi doesn’t get to talk with you or touch you like I can.. you’re fucking mine. you’ve always been mine, whether you like it or not, y/n..” his breathing sped up against yours. the thoughts running through his mind were filthy. dirty. in need of cleansing. but he didn’t care. he fought himself not to act on those thoughts, but it was getting harder by the second.

you bit your lip, letting the feeling of being touched and lulled by him sink into you, causing you to act a certain way. this was abnormal to you. he basically just confessed that he was in love with you, and you wanted nothing more than for him to take you where you sat.

“I wanna hear you say it,” you uttered from your slightly opened lips, your foreheads rubbing against each other. “I wanna hear that.. that you want me and you need me and you love me..” as he heard you speak, his hands tightened around your wrists, making you moan against his breath. “say it, Yuuji.. say it..” you chanted, voice sounding soft and in need.

the darkness of the room contrasted with his smug smirk.

suddenly, his lips pressed against yours, a wet, SQUELCH sound eliciting from both of your mouths as his tongue slid deep into your depths, his cloudy grey shirt lifting as your thighs pressed against his torso, rubbing and hugging his waist.

“come.. on.. baby..” he murmured between kisses, shared saliva dripping down your chin as he moved his hands from your wrists, letting your hands move to his pink shaded hair, rustling the locs. he moved his big hands towards your ass, squeezing it as he lifted you off of the dresser, moving you down towards his bed.

he threw you on his king sized, black silk sheeted bed, the soft pillows pressing into your hair, his lips never leaving yours as he climbed on top of you.

“you know I fuckin’ love you, y/n..” he whispered into your hot mouth, the heat between your legs worsening by the second.

the husk of his tone and the way his hands roamed your body made your stomach tingle, making your thighs lift with ease.

“I fucking love you baby.” ۵

HYPOCRITE.

PSA - this is the FINALE part. can you tell I used grammarly? 🤣 anyway, expect more Yuuji fics and oneshots, I’m feeling romantical 😋

#anime aesthetic #yuuji x reader #jjk yuuji #xoitadori #anime #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fanfic #oneshot #imactuallyscreaminghessofuckinghot

[nicorobinmywife]

One Piece boys dealing with an insecure partner

Summary: headcanons of how they would help you to deal with your insecurities. GN reader.

Character: Luffy, Zoro and Ace.

Luffy

your captain is so strong and determined and you've wondered if you really deserve him.

if he is going to become king of the pirates, he will need an equally strong partner to protect him.

when you saw the pirate empress boa hancock saving him, you couldn't hide your sadness.

" - hey y/n why are you so sad?" - he sits next to you.

"- I wish I could be strong like the pirate empress boa hancock so I could protect you, she's so powerful and beautiful, she deserves you more than me." - you cried, Luffy took off his hat and put it on your head, you were shocked, Nami was the only person he trusted his hat.

" - y/n, if I didn't think you were strong I wouldn't have asked you to join my crew, i know how hard you work to protect me, i'm so proud of you, now stop crying, you are prettier when you are smiling " - he wraps his arm around your body and hugs you.

Zoro

during a battle against marine soldiers, you were not at your best and were easily knocked down.

" - hahaha, what is a weak pirate like you is doing next to Roronoa Zoro, one of the strongest and most feared men in the world?", the soldier makes fun of you, but zoro cut him with his sword and saved you.

since that day you felt insecure and you started to avoid Zoro.

at first Zoro preferred to respect your space and leave you alone.

but of course he missed you and went to talk to you.

" - Did I do something that made you sad? why are you avoiding me?" - he sits beside you.

" - the problem isn't you, it's me, I'm tired of being weak, no matter how hard I train, I'll never be strong like you, you're the strongest man in the world, you don't have any flaws, I don't I understand why you waste your time with someone like me, you deserve someone better than me." - you sighed.

" - you are wrong, I do have my weaknesses, I also fight with my own demons every day, always trying to overcome myself in order to protect you, our captain and the others, I am also afraid of failing and disappointing everyone." - he puts his hand on your shoulder, you've never heard him talk that way, you've never seen zoro's vulnerable side.

" - I didn't know you felt that way Zoro." - He smiled and wiped a tear that was running down your cheek.

" - these are the moments where i look to you for strength, you taught me that being strong is not just about physical strength, you are strong in your own way y/n, don't let insecurities control you." - he hugs you, that's when you finally understood how important you are to him.

Ace

note: Ace and whitebeard didn't died in this headcanon.

whitebeard decided to throw a party to celebrate ace's successful rescue.

everyone was drinking and dancing, but ace missed you and decided to look for you.

" - hey what are you doing here alone?" - he laid his head on your lap.

" - it's nothing, you don't have to worry about me." - he knows you very well and always knew when you were lying.

"- you know you can trust me, y/n, tell me, what's bothering you?" - you broke down in tears.

"- I was so scared of losing you, you were only captured because I wasn't strong enough to protect you, if you had been executed I wouldn't have forgiven myself, I can't even look you in the eye and ask your forgiveness for being so useless." - when he heard that he quickly got up and pulled you into a hug.

" - never say something like that again, it wasn't your fault okay? being captured is a risk any pirate takes, Luffy himself told me that he couldn't rescue me without your help, I trust you with my life y/n and I'm very proud of you."

" - i love you so much Ace." - you kissed him.

after this conversation, expect a lot of compliments from him, ace will do anything to make you not feel insecure.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #luffy x reader #one piece imagine #luffy headcanons #luffy x male reader #one piece x male reader #zoro x oc #zoro headcanons #zoro x male reader #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #zoro imagine #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #ace headcanons #ace x you #ace x male reader #ace x reader #ace imagine #portgas d. ace #luffy x y/n #luffy #zoro #portgas d ace x reader

[bloodwrittenballad]

The King | Pornstar!Steve Harrington x Porn!StarReader

Summary: Steve Harrington was The King

*Kinda Inspired by Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd*

Warnings: SMUT, oral, crying during sex, afab!reader, both Steve and Reader are bisexual, creampie, spanking, Pornstar!Steve has tattoos, Dom!Steve, Sub!Reader, swearing, praise, dirty talk. DO NOT interact if you are a MINOR. 18+ ONLY.

And here we have it, folks, my most (un)holy creation yet… pornstar!steve. I’ve gotta say, I’m pretty fuckin proud of this fic, I think it’s one of my favorites and I hope it’s one of yours too. Who knows, maybe Pornstar!Steve will become a recurring character?

The heat of the lights were nothing compared to the heat in between your legs, the dripping of your cunt leaking all over the kitchen counter top. Your costar, Steve, one of the industry’s most profound actors, sat between your legs. His tongue reaching and exploring places no one has ever been able to before.

Your nails scratched against the counter, looking for something, anything, to hold you to the earth while he sent you to cloud nine. Back arched like a cat, you moaned and whined passionately, his groans of pure pleasure hitting deep inside of your throbbing core.

“Fuck,” you cried and instinctively squeezed your thighs around his head. He hummed a laugh at how needy you were, the way your already soaking wet cunt was dripping, in a way he has never seen before.

“That feel good, baby?” Steve asked, his golden brown eyes blown away with lust, a cheeky glint held inside them. He fucking knew you felt good, after all, Steve Harrington was The King. Men and women all throughout the industry had nothing but the upmost praise for him, for his glorious and delicious mouth.

“I’m gonna come,” you said in a high pitched whine. Stars danced in your eyes, or maybe that was the studio lighting, either way you were about to burst. Each lick, suck, flick of his hot and rough tongue on your clit brought you closer to your desperate release

Steve’s smile could be felt between your thighs, as he worked you up and beyond that glorious threshold of pleasure. “Then come, baby. Come on my tongue,”

It hit you like a tidal wave, literally. A splash of wet, intoxicating cum sprayed Steve’s face, his tongue still at a relentless pace as he worked you through your world shifting orgasm. “Holy shit,” he swore.

His swollen lips finally pulled away from your aching core, a rush of cold air hitting in between your thighs once he fully stood up and towered over you. His tall, naked glory in front of you, looking like a fucking God

Steve’s toned chest was covered in a layer of dark hair, which was one of his most critically acclaimed physical features. He kept every inch of hair, wether it was from the top of his head or… lower, very neat.

The sight of his v-line, with the happy trail and all, made your mouth water. His hard cock, which was red at the tip and oozing with precum, had you all but writhing upon the cool slab of stone countertop.

Steve watched with heavy eyes, noticing the hungry look you had on your face, mouth open and panting. Your tongue darted out and swiped over your lower lip, the drippy pink smudging your sparkly lipgloss.

He leaned forward in a rush, capturing your mouth on his, his own tongue diving deep inside of you once more. Your eyes widened, you could taste yourself on his lips, tangy but also sweet. That’s not what caught you off guard, however. You’ve tasted yourself before on many other people, but it was mostly because they’d stuff their fingers in your mouth and throat.

You were known to not be much of a kisser, your mouth usually being used for “better” things, but Steve’s bold and rather unscripted kiss had you sweltering in heat. A rush of wet hitting your thighs, this was one of the best you’ve ever had. Or, he was.

The prop countertop became to slippery you almost flew forward, yelping into his mouth, but his big and hard body kept you upright. One hand on your upper back for support, the other was right above your ass.

He squeezed, making you moan, breaking away from the impromptu make out session. Your lips were so puffy, your eyes blown wide as you looked up at him and said, “I need your cock.” Dragged out in a whine.

Steve huffed out his own needy, aching, whine. But he covered it with a laugh, “Yeah?” He says teasingly, “Yeah,” you moan, pretty much breathlessly. “Where do you want it?” He whispered and growled, licking a strip of your ear as he moved his hands up and down.

He explored your body, the tattooed muscle dipping between your curves and everything your beautiful body had to offer him. His gaze caught itself on your chest, taking in the way your breasts sat so prettily.

Steve didn’t waste a moment taking one of your rock hard nipples into his mouth, the sharp gasp you let out, hands gripping onto the countertop for dear life. It felt so good, he felt so good. He hasn’t even used his cock on you yet, and you already felt fucked out.

“Please, please,” you panted and pawed at his shoulders. “Gotta have your cock.” Upon hearing that, Steve’s lips departed from your nipple with a pop. You almost cried when you saw the string of drool connecting his mouth and your breast.

He saw it too, and fuck, did it spur him on. Within seconds, he had his cock aligned with your entrance, he couldn’t wait to feel you. He’s heard all about you, also from both men and women from the industry. Mostly from his good friend, Robin, you and her having worked together multiple times now.

Ever since then it’s been like a fantasy, a dream, to work with you. He had to pinch himself throughout the day to make sure he wasn’t imagine this, that he really truly was getting the million dollar chance to work with you. He felt like the luckiest person alive.

With a look that went deep inside your eyes and into your very soul, Steve wordlessly asked you if you were still okay. You nodded, giving him the green light to go ahead and fuck you. He took, and he did.

His cock entered you with great fervor, both of you letting out loud moans. Your legs wrapped around Steve’s hips, keeping you steady as he fucked into your sopping wet and tight cunt. “Jesus Christ,”

You threw your head back, arching and writhing like a person possessed. “God damn, baby. Knew this cunt would be tight, but I didn’t imagine this. You’ve got me like a fuckin vice, so wet and tight.” Steve greatly praised you, or… maybe he was mocking you. Either way, you felt amazing. He was reaching places inside of you no one else ever has, his cock hitting perfectly.

His speed was relentless, your already sensitive and sore body was on a different astral plane, you even forgot that this was just strictly work and this was not an every day thing. You fucking wish it would be.

“Fuck,” tears began to stream down your hot cheeks, and you couldn’t help but love it. The stars began to cloud your vision again, dancing above the two of you as you worked yourselves closer and closer to release. “You close again?” Steve asked, his voice dipping in a low tease as he said the word “again”

His “King Steve” persona, while at times incredibly hot and somewhat endearing, was also apparently a huge pain in the ass. Him being a household name went to his head at times, it seemed, but hey you had to hand it to him… he did truly live up to the title.

You rolled your eyes at his attitude, but played it off as a look of pleasure. After all, you had to sell it. And fuck, would you. Little did you know, was that after you two uploaded this, all hell would break loose and your audiences wouldn’t be able to get enough of the two of you together. They’d be begging for more…

Much like you were right now, so close to letting go, legs tightening around his hips and forcing him to move closer. If that was possible, he was already so close and deep inside you. His dark pubic hair teased and tickled your skin, but it also burned. The rough and intense rubbing of skin on skin, felt delicious.

Mouth hung open, your hands had switched from their place and the cold counter, to his back. You clung for dear life, nails digging into his tender skin and dragging down until they rested above his ass.

You bit your lip to hold back a smirk when an idea passed through your somewhat foggy mind, and you went with it. Slapping the skin, his ass jiggled slightly and he tensed, and his movement stopped abruptly.

You couldn’t help the needy clench around his cock, so close to letting go. Steve’s tattooed hand reached up to grab your chin and look you straight in your eyes, feeling how desperate you were. You gulped nervously when you saw the dark fire in his eyes.

Then, within a flash, you were off of your sitting position on the counter and instead being bent over it. You gasped, shocked by his actions and by the cold of the stone on your stomach and breasts.

Your knees hit the baseboards of the cabinets, but you didn’t even have time to think about it or care, his cock slamming back inside of you. “Dirty, dirty.” Steve tutted, “I knew you were a little minx, but I didn’t know it was this bad.” He said, your mind hazy.

You loved being talked to like this, it drove you over the edge every time. He could feel your cunt and how it clenched, one of his rough hands landed a harsh slap on your ass, the other in your hair as it tugged. “How does that feel, huh? You like getting slapped?”

Safe to say, yes. Yes, you absolutely fucking did.

“I’m gonna- fuck I’m, ah!” You moaned and held on to the counter, like your life depended on it. Steve’s pace began to get sloppier, you knew he was close too. “Cum with me, baby.” He encouraged, “cum on my cock, while I cum in this pussy.” And you did.

You came hard, earth shattering pleasure raining down of the both of you, as his cum filled you to the brim. He waited for a signal from the director, before he pulled away and twisted you back around. He spread your legs open and stepped to the side, so the camera man could get a close up of your ruined, cum covered cunt. You panted and moaned when you felt Steve’s fingers swirling around your pussy.

He tapped the camera man’s shoulder with his free hand and got him to turn the camera up to your face, before Steve’s cum covered fingers were stuffed in your mouth. You moaned tiredly, heavy eyes stare straight ahead at the camera, licking his fingers clean, until the red light is turned off. “Good work,”

You were both congratulated, and handed robes. Steve all too quickly for your liking put his on, smirking when he saw you looking. “Still can’t get enough, huh?” He teased. “Oh hush,” you said as you slipped the robe over your hot, sweaty body.

“It was really great getting to work with you,” Steve said earnestly, you smiled and felt the heat creep of from your thighs to your neck. “Hopefully we can do it again sometime,” he winked. “Now don’t get too hopeful, Harrington. I’m not so sure you can handle me more than once,” you mocked. Steve let out a chuckle, “Oh, I wouldn’t say that if I were you,”

Steve teased, “you might regret it someday…” He whispered in your ear, before backing away and walking towards his own green room. Leaving you there with shaking legs, a newfound rush of lust, and an extreme hope that there would be a someday.

☁︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ And Scene ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

Tag list:

@yelenas-lova @k-k0129 @kylee-munson-barnes @yourlocalauthor @st-ls @stratospherewalker @gaiamuse @stevieswhore

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #smut fic #pornstar!steve #poetrieshouse #fics by poetrieshouse #into the pornstarverse

[non-stop-imagines]

Part Two: Everyone Knows

One Part Two Three Four

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k (w/ some social media au)

Warnings: My own terrible example of Twitter environment, everybody basically feeling physical pain watching Mick and Y/n, hopefully thinking for the rest of the season

A/N: Part 2! We've got a part 2! This was so fun to write, you guys have no idea. The social media stuff took quite a bit of brain power (now have even more respect to writers that do smau a lot) but I think I got it, kinda. Be kind to me there, okay, it's my first time doing something like that. But I'm proud of the job I've done with this and I hope you all like it too!! Love you all!!💖💛💖💛

Tagged: @thisismeracing @omgsuperstarg

Masterlist

Silverstone

   Mick let out a sigh of relief as he saw you strolling toward him, a bounce in your step that causes your hair, which was down today, to sway with your movements. The smile and little wave that you gave him once you spotted him made his chest tighten and the act of breathing more difficult. He waved back, then lowered his hand slightly when you were stopped by the same woman who you were thanking last night while coming out of the press room. She hands you what looks like a pass and then a business card before briskly walking to the next place she needs to be. You finally reach Mick and give him an exaggerated wide smile.

   “You’re not wearing your glasses.” He now had an unobstructed view of your alluring brown eyes as they looked at him innocently.

   “Yeah, when I know I have more writing and note taking to do, it's just nicer to be wearing my glasses.” You stopped your words and rolled your eyes at your own bluff before looking back to Mick, who sported adorably scrunched eyebrows. “And...I also actually gave myself time to get ready this morning so I was able to put in my contacts. This was also partially because I realized, like, half way back to my hotel that I had no idea what time we were meeting and that I wasn’t able to ask you because I didn’t have your number.” Your hand movements got more vigorous as your explanation went on, which was highly amusing to Mick who wished you would keep talking just so he could keep watching you. “So, that was my night and morning. Plus getting my article done and sent to the website I am writing for this weekend.”

   “Wow, busy night…and morning.” Mick got lost for a moment, tracing the ends of the silk wrap that you had tied like a headband and how it draped with your locs that reach midway past your shoulder blades. He shook himself back to the present. “Uh, here’s your pass.”

   “Oh, thank you. I also got one to get into media pit after the practice sessions, qualifying and the race, I think, from Julie...the girl I was just talking to. She was so sweet and let me stay in the press room to get all of my notes and stuff together after everything was done and she gave this to me just because I helped her straighten the room up.” Watching you gush about this encounter makes Mick’s heart warm, glad that his new friend has had a positive experience at her first race so far. That’s right. You're his new friend. That’s why his pulse starts to race at even the thought of you. Why looking into your eyes is just as good as getting a hug. Why he can’t help but smile when you smile, and wants to be the reason for it. This is what happens when you make a new friend, right?

   “That’s awesome! I’m glad your day started on the right foot.” Mick’s smile was bright and genuine. “Um, let’s exchange numbers real quick so you won’t have to worry about when to get ready next time.” Next time. Something in you reacts at the thought of being able to spend another race weekend with Mick looking after you. He has been very friendly over the past day. You hope that there will be a next time, because you want nothing more than to be closer friends with Mick. To be able to spend more time with him.

   After exchanging phones to input phone numbers, you and Mick enter the Mercedes motorhome, saying hello to people who pass and being introduced to anyone that stays long enough to talk. That’s all that Mick wanted to do. Introduce you to anybody and everybody you two come across, but this feeling conflicts with a flint of selfishness from wanting to keep you to himself and stay in the intimate cocoon you guys were the previous night. Still, he introduces you and eventually things calm down for a while and you guys get some time to talk. It was just comfy small talk sprinkled with important details about yourselves. After the 45 minute lull in Friday festivities you knew more about Mick’s sister and her competitive horse riding and what he does when he goes home to Switzerland, and he knew about your recent move to LA and a bit about your journey to becoming a freelance journalist. There were also an ungodly number of dog pictures shown between the two of you. The commotion picked up a bit suddenly which caused you both to automatically look towards the door to see Lewis enter. Through the automatic glass door you can see George and Carmen, exchanging a few more words before giving each other a kiss goodbye and going their separate ways. George inside the motorhome and Carmen off to some other area of the paddock, waving in through the window before leaving.

   You and Mick stand from your seats to head over to the two Mercedes drivers, but you trailed behind Mick, nervous to be so up close and personal. You listen and them exchange brief hellos and bro hugs, and give a polite grin when Lewis looks towards you, his face instantly letting you know that he recognized you. “I remember you from yesterday, uh, gosh I’m sorry I don’t think I remember your name.” From the face Lewis had, you could tell that he was racking his brain to remember, but you just reach out your hand to introduce yourself.

   “Y/n Y/l/n. It’s nice to see you again.” As you were introducing yourself, Mick guided you just in front of him, standing slightly off to his left but close enough to feel his body heat radiating, warming your legs which were exposed since you were wearing shorts. You could feel his eyes on you as you shook Lewis' and George’s hands.

   “Yes, that’s it. Geez, I’m sorry. The question you asked yesterday was good though.” A large smile popped on your face at the compliment. You adjusted the cream colored tote bag on your shoulder to occupy your hands that wanted to find Mick’s that you knew were somewhere close.

   “Woah, your shoes! Those are quite cool!” George’s comment sends everyone's attention, including your own, to the custom Air Force 1’s you wore that had a sunflower design on the toebox and along the swoosh. Your most recent splurge, sans the British Grand Prix trip.

   “Your entire fit is rocking actually! Yesterday’s too.” As you partially shy away from the compliments that were being thrown your way, Mick takes the moment to get a good look at you. He saw how you had your hair when you got to the paddock this morning, but his focus on your face kept his eyes away from the black cropped halter top you wore underneath a cream colored linen button up that remained unbuttoned and your jean cutoffs that worked wonders for your legs. You swapped the larger hoop earrings you wore yesterday for smaller ones, still gold to match the layered necklaces you wore. You shift your tote bag further up your shoulder.

   “Yeah, you look amazing today.” Even though all three Mercedes drivers were complimenting you simultaneously, your attention immediately went to Mick upon the sound of his voice.

   “Thank you.” You voice was soft and accidentally went up an octave, but neither of you noticed as sappy grins grew on both of your faces. With you two in your own realm for the moment, Lewis and George were both left to watch the longing between you two then, after looking at each other with the same knowing look, Lewis cleared his throat to bring you guys back to Earth.

   “You gonna be in the garage all weekend, Y/n?” You couldn’t help but smile with Lewis’ gapped smile, but look towards Mick briefly, telepathically asking if what he gave you was a multiday pass.

   “Oh, yeah. The pass is for the rest of the weekend.” Mick stuffs his hands in his pockets, which seems to be the only thing he can ever think of to stop himself from wanting to touch you.

“I guess I am.” You laugh, shrugging then grabbing onto your bag handle with both hands.

“Alright! I guess I’ll see you later then.” Lewis shakes your hand and turns to go further back into the motorhome, waiting for George.

“It was very nice to meet you Y/n.” George 

   Once they were out of earshot, George lightly elbowed Lewis to get his attention. “You saw what I saw, right?”

   “Yeah, I did.” Was all Lewis could muster. He knew that this was going to be excruciating to watch.

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ynthewriter An exciting race and new friends are what the British grand prix is about 🏁

Also my article for @motorsportcom is up now!!! "Should Red Bull be Worried about Mercedes' Hastened Improvement?"

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Spa

   You leaned your head onto Mick’s shoulder while laughing at the joke bouncing between the two of you, Esteban watching the interaction from across the table. Esteban took a bite of his food before interjecting sarcastically. “No, no. That’s fine. Laugh at my misfortune.”

   “How can we not laugh at a video of your kart just drifting out of frame…” You couldn’t finish your explanation as you began hysterically laughing, Mick and Esteban joining into the angelic, contagious sound. Mick saw tears starting to fall from your eyes due to your laughter and swiftly grabbed a napkin for you, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Esteban.

   “It was wet! They're lucky that I didn’t take everybody behind me out too.” You chuckle at his hilariously disgruntled rebuttal and take a drink from the wine glass in front you.

   “That’s true. But to be fair, that would have made it ten times funnier.” Mick jokes with his friend then reaches around the back of your chair, moving one of your locs off of your shoulder before ultimately resting his hand on the chair. You all take the well needed lull in the moment to eat some more of the food in front of you guys, look around at the quaint Belgian restaurant you guys decided to have dinner at Wednesday night before the race weekend began.

   “That motorsport article was good. A lot of good insight on how not just Mercedes, but most of the grid is starting to catch up to Red Bull.” You smile at the acclaim given to you by Esteban, briefly turning your head toward Mick when you feel his hand rubbing your shoulder for a moment. 

   “Thank you. So many comments are saying that I’m delusional, but they’ll see. Motorsport obviously published it for a reason.” You start to dab at your eye when it starts to feel like something was in it and excuse yourself to the bathroom after politely turning down Mick’s offer to look for the offending object himself, leaving just Esteban and Mick at the table.

   “She’s nice. But, I feel like I’m sensing something between you two.” Esteban flicks a finger from Mick to the direction that you went.

   “We’re just friends.” Mick flashes an innocent, unknowing smile. “She’s nice to have around and talk to, and I hope she thinks the same about me.”

   Esteban’s eyes widened in shock at the genuine comment from his friend, surprised at the naivety. “Okay.” He gives an exaggerated nod, deciding not to say anything else as a means to keep his own sanity, grinning at you when you return and sit back down, Mick’s attention completely on you.

Monza

   “You what!?” You walk out of the bathroom of your hotel room, face still lathered with face wash as you stare at Mick sitting on your bed.

   “I’m racing this weekend.” You gave him no reaction at first, going back to rinse your face off, put your glasses on and stand in front of him, staring at him, analyzing his facial features. His eyes that you have recently noticed look at you with a certain sense of longing, smile lines next to the mouth grinning up at you, hair flopped back due to his head positioning and messy due to his participation in the second practice session that day. You get back to the matter at hand.

   “One more time. In my good ear, please.” You exaggeratedly flip your locs away from your ear leaning closer to Mick, making him chuckle. Your close proximity allows him to get a whiff of your sweet smelling hair.

   “I’m racing this weekend. George is pretty sick and so they decided that it would be best for me to drive tomorrow. And since I would be driving in qualifying, they decided I should just drive through the rest of the weekend.”

   “Wow. I mean, I’m sorry to hear about George, I’ll need to text him.” You sidebar, looking around from your stationary position for your phone, quickly giving up. “But that’s awesome! What!” You instinctively wrap your arms around Mick’s neck in a hug, having to bend down for a moment as he was still seated on the bed in front of you, but he gently stands up, slowly changing the angle of the hug.

   “I know. I feel like I should be nervous, but I’m really just excited, you know?” The way he looked at you displayed the pure joy that he was feeling, and you couldn’t help but share that joy, wanting to make sure he keeps this joy. About 30 seconds into the quiet moment of you two, you realize simultaneously you were still embraced, your arms draped over Mick’s shoulders and Mick’s arms wrapped around your waist. You guys break apart, pausing for a beat before Mick continues. “I, uh, also was wondering if you wanted to head to the circuit with me tomorrow?”

   You were about to agree, but then Mick’s unsure smile to the request reminded you that he has been riding his motorcycle to the track the past two days, hence the reason you haven’t arrived with him. “On that death machine? No.” You shake your head, your locs shaking side to side.

   “Please? I would think if I were to have a good luck charm, it would show up with me.” His smile was now more convincing, boyish, like he’s trying to convince you to give him some ice cream.

   “Good luck charm, huh?” You try to keep a straight, skeptical face as Mick comically nods his head. On the inside, though, you were mush at the thought of Mick saying you were his good luck charm. You sigh. “I guess flattery gets you some places, Schumacher. Fine, I’ll do it.”

   “Thank you, really. I promise I’ll be careful, but you’ll be surprised at how fun it is.” He brings you into a hug as he speaks, cradling your head briefly before pulling away. “And if tomorrow comes and you really don’t want to get on the bike, that is okay.” You guys exchange mundane comments and goodbyes before Mick leaves your room to head back to his own, leaving you with a feeling in your heart that you shake off before finishing your night routine.

__Friday, Autodromo Nazionale di Monza___

   Mick stops his bike near the paddock with you still clutching his waist, before your ears registers the lack of sound from the bike. Though the ride itself was adrenaline riddled, you were comforted by Mick’s scent surrounding you, not only from hugging him close as he steered, but also from having to wear his backpack during the ride. You climb off and remove your helmet, regaining your composure as you wait for Mick to remove his helmet to hand him his bag and rearrange your tote on your shoulder that hand to be sandwiched between you two. You guys then begin to head toward the paddock entrance, stopping to say hello to fans standing nearby, then entering, which happened to be at the same time as Toto and Susie Wolff. They’re attention was initially on someone explaining a piece of business that you didn’t pay attention to, but then Toto called Mick over, leaving you and Susie to greet each other.

   “You must be Y/n. I have heard a lot about you.” You shake the hand of the lady in front of you, starstruck.

   “Mrs. Wolff, it’s so nice to meet you. I hope it’s all good things you’ve heard.” You give her a spritely smile, and though she returns the gesture, your nerves still get to you.

   “Trust me dear, it’s all been great. And call me Susie, please.” You see that her attention moved to just behind you which prompts you to turn and look, seeing Julie hesitantly approach as to not rudely interrupt the conversation.

   “Hi, sorry. I just wanted to give you these. Just a little thank you for helping me out with set up and clean up and honestly with basically everything else.” She hands you two 4-day press passes that you smile at, confused. “For Vegas and Abu Dhabi.” You go to thank her, but with a wink, she swiftly leaves to her next task.

   “Oh, those are a hot commodity.” Susie’s voice inflection makes you feel even more special than Julie’s gesture as you wrap up straps around the passes and place them in your tote.

   “I know. What she was talking about, you know helping her, it's just...it's easy to get bored hanging around the track all day so I usually find her and  help with whatever she’s doing. I didn't expect this, just wanted to help. I’ll need to find her and thank her later. ” You look in the direction she sped off to then look back to Susie, eyes briefly crossing the path of Mick who also took that moment to look at you. You guys grin at each other, which causes onlooker Susie to smile in amusement.

   “Your recent article about Ferrari’s unexpected win in Zandvoort, was good.” The accent laced in her flattery was like music.

   “Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. You have no idea the number of comments there's been about me being impractical about the course of the season.” You tend to reach a certain level of passion when discussing your writing, rightfully so, and the familiar tone in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Mick who turns his head slightly to see you, this time peaking Toto’s interest.

   “It’s because you have the balls to challenge Red Bull’s dominance.” Her words briefly shock you, but once you realize who you were talking to, you both laugh at the comment that was undeniably true. 

   “And considering everything, I definitely need to find Julie to thank her because I only see both championships being decided in either Las Vegas or Abu Dhabi.” At this point, Toto and Mick had came and stood behind their respective lady, Toto wrapping his arm around Susie and Mick standing extremely close, messing with your hair a bit before stuffing his hands in his pockets.

   “You need to spread that optimism around the paddock.” Chuckles echo around the group at Toto’s comment.

   “I’ll try, but I think I need to get past everyone thinking I’m crazy.” You giggle, making everyone smile. Mick shifts his stance and crosses his arms, not in a way that signifies annoyance, but more in an attempt to physically keep himself together as he stares at your hair, locs up in a high ponytail.

   “Trust me, no one thinks that. You’re like a vigilante.” Toto’s oddly worded compliment makes you feel warm and fuzzy, and when he takes a peek at his watch you also check the time on your phone.

   “Oh, I guess we better get going. I’m sure we all have somewhere to be.” You comment, everyone agreeing as scattered final remarks are said.

   “It was very nice meeting you Y/n.” She pauses for a moment, eyes flashing at Mick and then back to you. “I’m gonna figure out a way for us to work together in the future, okay?”

   At first you just look at her in shock, having to tell yourself to reach out and shake her handat first. “Okay, that would be amazing! Thank you! And it was great meeting you, too, Mrs- Susie. Susie." You correct yourself, then wave and say bye to Toto before heading further down the  paddock with Mick, leaving the two Wolff’s to debrief on the undertones of the conversation.

   “She’s a sweetheart. And a lion with a pen.” Susie comments, Toto’s arm now removed from her shoulders as she turns to fiddle with her husband’s appearance.

   “Oh, very nice girl, strong minded. But besides that, you saw them, right? I know I don’t usually concern myself with this stuff, but-” They begin to walk toward the Mercedes motorhome, waving at people as they heard they’re names.

   “Oh yeah. They’re in love.” She didn’t even look back at Toto when she spoke, sure of her observations as she stepped into the motorhome.

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Soap and Ghost — Romantic Headcanons. (1)

Masterlist.

Pairing (s) : John “Soap” MacTavish/GN! Reader, Simon “Ghost” Riley/GN! Reader

Desc : Some more romantic headcanons for the 141 boys :)

A/N : i want to include alex but i know absolutely fucking nothing about him 😭

John “Soap” MacTavish :

I believe I’ve established in some of my other headcanons before that Soap can be fairly physically affectionate.

He loves just holding his partner around the waist, back to chest. Either that or just holding hands with them, laying on the couch with them, etc.

Also doesn’t mind being held. If you wanna seat him in your lap or just hold him, back to chest, he’s fucking game (has he sat in your lap of his own volition before? absolutely)

He’ll often press a swift kiss to your forehead before he leaves to do something for the day, which may lead to a couple more and you might have to remind him that you both have stuff that requires your attention. (“Love ya.” “Stay safe, MacTavish.”)

If you two have more time, he’ll be sure to press kisses to every part of your body that you’ll let him, all the while mumbling how much he loves you. (typically happens either late at night when you’re about to sleep or early in the morning when you’re both just indulging in one another’s presence, kinda like those dreary cuddle sessions where you’re both half awake)

Can and will tell you that he loves you 24/7, so you don’t have to worry about that. (the 141 + laswell collectively put their head in their hands the moment your name comes out of his mouth) He simply Loves His Partner.

Lots of quality time, which can either be doing things you like or things both of you like— sometimes it’s just laying on the couch together, cuddled up, watching a shitty rom-com or terribly made horror movie.

Is he good at cooking? No. BUT he will absolutely try to make you your favorite meal and/or make you breakfast, which you may just end up having to order take out/go out to eat (at least he tried tho + can you imagine teaching him about some of your favorite dishes and just spending time together in the kitchen :AGONY:)

Has fallen asleep on you when the two of you are on the phone or video calling (one minute the two of you are actively conversing and the next he’s out like a light)

Simon “Ghost” Riley :

Isn’t against saying that he loves you and will when he feels the need to do so but Ghost prefers to do little things for you given the chance

I’ve mentioned this before but he’ll take the time to sew some of the holes in your clothes or do your laundry, try to pick you up something to eat if he gets up before you, or he’ll clean some of your equipment for you (make sure your knife has a nice glint to it) Acts of service, I suppose

When it comes to showing his love, I feel like he may also go for words of affirmation but in a way that’s like, “I’m proud of you” or “You did good today.”

Listens intently when you’re talking about things that interest you— it could be the most mundane thing ever and he’d still be actively listening along (he’s sure to ask some questions when he feels it’s necessary)

He loves it when you talk to him, especially late at night when he can’t get his mind to shut up and has difficulty falling asleep. (combine just telling him about your day and running your fingers through his hair, he’s out like a light— the quickest you’ve ever seen him fall asleep)

Alternatively, trace along the tattoos on his forearm or along the lines of his palm. It’s distracting, but in a good way. (definitely nice when he’s not really feeling the whole ‘cuddle up’ mood)

Sometimes his words fail him and he just finds himself staring at you. You could be sleeping, talking to somebody else, or just sitting across from him and his eyes are just trained on you the entire time— he’s drinking in all that you are.

^ He just can’t comprehend that someone loves him in all of his entirety, someone that he views as so perfect and better than him in all ways humanly possible. (he’s just a little in awe, give him a bit)

Perhaps he stares too often, to the point Soap begins to tease him about it, which in turn eggs the rest of the 141 on. (“Gonna explode em with yer mind, Lt.?” “No.”) Gaz initially thought he stared so often because there was just something about you he didn’t like and Price, well Price (somehow) knows everything. (except the things he needs to know)

Likes to be held for a change; he feels safe in your embrace and often finds comfort in the constant that is your heartbeat (big man being vulnerable makes me want to throw myself down a flight of stairs MAAAN)

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x you #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x you #soap mactavish x you #soap mactavish x reader #call of duty x reader #modern warfare x reader

[belit0]

Hii!! First of all, how are you? And how do you feel? I first wanted to thank you for doing such a beautiful blog. You truly have a talent to write and you write so well. I am always looking forward for any new posts of yours, i just love your blog so so much!!!!<333 I’m sorry i am so obsessed with your blog and how you write the Uchiha man so fine ans well. Can you maybe write about how Madara gets into an argument with his wife and it comes to the point where he hits her, (slapping or punching her because of his anger) he hits her so hard it causes a bruise on her skin. And how he will try to make it up for her and how he will react to it? Love you and your blog! 🩷

Helloooooo!! I just bought my first iPad ever, so I'm really happy about it!!! In my country, it is very difficult to get cases and accessories, so currently fighting for them🤣🙌🏻. I really appreciate your words and your presence, it genuinely makes me very happy to know people enjoy what I do and like my content.

Nothing to apologize for, I love that you obsess, and having someone to share my own Uchiha fixation with!!

With this request, I am revealing one of my biggest HCS about the Uchiha brothers: a violent authority figure, and all the traumas that come with it.

He is not proud, not at all. When his hand connects with her face it feels exactly like the first time his mother hit him.

(Y/N) falls to the ground from the force of the impact, and looks at him in disbelief. Her eyes are so wide they seem about to explode, and she holds the area where Madara struck her as a silent tear slides over her fingers. The woman seems unable to move, paralyzed, and the Uchiha feels life stop for a second.

Never in his life did he think of becoming what he hated so much, of adopting the same actions from the figure who took it upon herself to make his life a living hell as a child. Madara grew up traumatized by his mother's hands, the violence she imparted both verbally and physically, and tried to channel it all on him to protect his siblings.

When she finally passed away, he was left with lifelong scars, both bodily and psychologically, which he decided would help him to never become the horrible human being she was. For many years, he conducted his anger through war, the battlefield, and the death he carried on his hands every day.

With the new stage of peace, that ordeal was over, and so was his source of personal liberation. Sure, training with the Senju or his brother always brought significant physical relaxation, but no longer being able to attack with the intent to kill made the practice sessions seem like a joke.

Frustrated by his inability to release without killing, Madara lost that one important outlet for his anger, for venting his rage, and began to progressively accumulate it. Between dealing with a new village, his younger brother and the entire clan still reluctant to accept peace with the enemy, and leading an entire family, it didn't take long for him to explode in the worst possible way, and evoke all his childhood memories at once.

His body moved on its own, without him even analyzing what he was about to do, and (Y/N) had no time to react. 

They were arguing over genuine stupidity, the Uchiha not having washed the dishes he used for breakfast that morning because he had to rush off to a meeting, and his wife having to take care of it for him. (Y/N) had made it clear from the beginning of their relationship that she would not submit to being a housewife, to living for and by her husband, and that she would maintain her independence despite having Madara by her side.

How little tolerance she had for the one time he left something behind, only because he was in a hurry, got on his nerves, and he exploded thanks to all the accumulated problems he was carrying on his back. His open hand connected with (Y/N)'s cheek before he could figure out exactly what he was doing, and sent her straight to the ground with the force of the collision.

As he stared at his wife on the floor, he could only see himself as a child, tiny in the face of his batterer, small with no options and no way out. Circumstances managed to bring out the worst in him, what he thought he had overcome, and he had no tools to face such a scenario. He never believed he had any aspect of his mother in him, he promised himself never to be like her, and he had failed.

He felt dirty.

The Uchiha is speechless when seeing how his wife gets up and runs away, terrified by the cruel action of her man, and takes refuge in her brother-in-law's house. Madara can only listen, from the same place where he stood frozen after hitting her, as (Y/N) lunges against Izuna's front door, demanding between screams and tears to let her in.

Seconds later, and with a sepulchral silence in the air, the Uchiha senses how his younger brother walks into his home, a small and incredulous voice asking "What the fuck did you do, Madara?"

It has been years since he last cried, back when he thought he was about to lose the only immediate family he had left, that time when he held his Otouto close in his arms and prayed to the heavens and all their gods to let him live on.

Today, Madara surrenders to the ground again, falling to his knees and indulging in his anguish, reliving traumatic events in his mind like a movie he cannot pause. He has no words to explain, nor does he know what to say, and all he can do is allow the uncontrollable flow of his tears.

Izuna, perplexed, falls to the ground beside him, hugging him and knowing no questions need to be asked.

He himself was a victim of his mother, and his older brother protected him at every turn, taking all the beatings and holding back tears to look brave in front of his siblings. The younger Uchiha knows what this is all about, and he knows better than to say anything.

Engrossed in his journey into the past, he knows there is no way to help him at this point, and Izuna retreats without further ado.

Madara, on the other hand, lasts in the same position all night, completely blocked by his emotions and unable to regain control over his body. He has been subjected to all kinds of tortures, faced the greatest warriors, and dealt with unimaginable powers on the battlefield, but nothing compares to this.

The next day, he can do nothing but disappear from the face of the earth, isolate himself in the old Uchiha compound, lose track of time in his family's abandoned territory, and continue to punish himself for what he did. He returns home, to the house where he grew up amidst punishment and abuse, and walks through each room, mentally seeing the image of his mother above him, harshly beating him.

He will stay there as long as he thinks necessary, without eating, without drinking water, tormenting himself until he thinks he has purged all his ills.

#madara uchiha x reader #uchiha madara x reader #madara x reader #uchiha madara #madara uchiha #madara #izuna uchiha #uchiha izuna #izuna #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden #naruto #uchiha clan #naruto x reader

[atinystraynstay]

Black Eye - Hansol Chwe

"I'm on my worst behavior."

Pairing: non-idol! Hansol Chwe x fem reader

Genre: Angst - running into an ex; established relationship w/ Vernon

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: PG 13 - physical violence, insults said by ex

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There are parts of every person they wished they could forget, erase from their history. You weren’t an exception to that, nobody is. You found comfort when it comes to exploring your past when you look at your present and future.

Specifically, when you look to the person across from you. Vernon. You and Vernon have been dating for two years, been through highs and lows together. He was someone that filled your world with hope and light, even if he couldn’t see the impact of his presence in your life. He couldn’t comprehend how being with him made such a difference. If anything, he knew that without you, his world would be dark. He just couldn’t understand how he could have a similar impact.

Yet, knowing your own history, you knew it was true. You had never been with a guy as a gentle soul. He took pleasure in the simple things in life. He still finds an excuse to spoil you now and then, though. Vernon was your breath of fresh air after all the storms you've weathered.

Tonight, you were celebrating a huge milestone - your one-year anniversary. Not only was this important for you and Vernon, but it was huge to you. You never thought you would get to experience a love like the one you two have. In your previous relationships, you either never reached the one-year mark or were with a partner that never thought of it as a big deal worth celebrating.

Vernon had to celebrate. Not just because it was something you wanted to do, but because he wanted to. You were a blessing in his life. He didn't want you to be unaware of that fact. If he could, he would scream his love for you on the highest mountain top.

"You look absolutely breathtaking, y/n," he commented. "You do every day!" He quickly added. "But tonight, you look radiant."

You couldn't help but giggle at his words. Seeing the slight panic and hearing the rush of words was one of the qualities you adored about Vernon. He never wanted to have his words be misinterpreted, so he was quick to clarify anything he said that might come across differently. He was hyperaware when it came to other people's emotions which was a quality you were quite used to in your other partners.

Your left hand reached across the table to rest on top of his. Your fingers gently caress over his knuckles. "Thank you, baby. You look handsome as ever," you gushed softly.

He looked down at his outfit for the evening, making his signature raised eyebrow expression. He was wearing a simple black tee shirt with a silver chain and matching black jeans. His leather jacket hung over the back of the seat you were sitting in, so if you got cold, you could easily slip it on.

In Vernon's eyes, he was nothing compared to you. You were wearing a dark blue mini-dress with flowy sleeves that were cuffed at the wrist. Vernon never expected you to get dressed up for him, but he always appreciated the effort. If anything, tonight he felt underdressed for you. But seeing the way you were looking at him, like he was your whole universe, put him at ease. All Vernon wanted was to make you proud of him.

The waiter came over and introduced himself. You kept a warm smile, trying to be polite. You knew the realities of working in the service industry, so you tried to extend extra patience and understanding when you could. That's just one of the qualities Vernon adored about you. He was convinced your heart was made out of gold.

"Good evening, Mr. Chwe, I have the wine you selected for the evening if you two are ready?"

You looked over at Vernon, an eyebrow raised. He only winked at you before nodding to the waiter. It was then revealed your favorite red wine, a semi-sweet Lambrusco you two enjoyed on your first date. You couldn't believe he remembered.

The waiter poured the two glasses for you as you kept your eyes on your lover. He really was full of surprises. "I will give you two a moment before coming back for your dinner choices," the waiter announced. Vernon only slightly nodded to acknowledge he heard something from him which caused you to giggle. It was like your first date all over again - unable to take your eyes off the other person, curious about the other person.

Vernon cleared his throat and fixed his posture. "To us," he announced, raising his glass slightly. "To us," you whispered.

"So what's the occasion?"

Your whole body ran cold. Vernon picked up on how your body got rigid just by watching you. He felt his senses become more alert as he set his glass down. You followed suit before looking over your shoulder, hoping not to confirm your biggest concert.

Yet, to your disappointment, there he was. Your ex. He was sitting in the table beside you. You must not have noticed that he had gotten sat there due to the waiter in the way. This was your first time that you saw your ex since you two broke up. And what a messy break-up it was.

"What's wrong, y/n? You don't look happy to see me?" He said with a sickening sweet smile. "And who do you think you are?" Vernon asked. "Oh, you haven't been told about me? Y/n, how rude."

You felt your blood begin to boil and your stomach churn. You looked over at Vernon who looked like he was fuming. But it wasn't at you. His gaze was locked in on your ex sitting beside you at the opposite table. "Baby, this is my ex." "Woah, I'm just an ex? And this is your boyfriend? Bro, I'm sorry," your ex laughed.

It was then your eyes started to get glossy. Your gaze turned to be locked on the table in front of you. That was one of the reasons you decided to call quits with your ex in the first place. He had an awful tendency to humiliate people through humor. He never stopped to think that his words could be more deadly than a knife.

"And I'm sorry you lost the greatest woman alive, but hey, that means I won, right?"

Your eyes widened slightly at Vernon but your smile grew. He looked at you and felt satisfied seeing you a bit better. Vernon was determined not to let this asshole ruin your evening. He squeezed your hand three times before directing his full attention to you. That seemed to get your ex to back off a bit before turning towards his own company for the evening.

You knew you might have some explaining to do later to Vernon, to give more context. At the moment, that was the last thing you wanted to do. Your ex worked in sick ways, finding ways to lie and manipulate anything said. Your priority was celebrating your anniversary with the most amazing man alive.

"So are we celebrating anything important tonight?" The waiter asked upon approaching your table.

Vernon smiled brightly as he kept his eye contact with you. You blushed slightly under his gaze which caused him to chuckle. "We're celebrating our one year anniversary," he proudly announced.

Unlike your ex, Vernon never failed to make sure everyone knew his pride in being yours. You didn't like to compare the two as Vernon always went above and beyond. Tonight, you couldn't help but do so with your ex being in too close of a proximity. If anything though, it made you even more appreciative for Vernon.

He went ahead and placed your dinner orders for the two of you. The whole time, you kept your gaze on your lover. You could tell that he had gotten a haircut for the evening which made you smile a bit more. You couldn't believe that you finally found someone that truly put effort into the relationship. It blew you away the Vernon did little things like buy milk when he used the last of it, or when he would send you $7 through Venmo so you could buy a coffee and a muffin. He treated you like a princess.

The waiter nodded as he quickly jotted down your order. Sensing that you two wanted to focus each other, he wanted to get out of the way as soon as possible. He collected the menus as Vernon said a quick thank you.

You went to take another sip of your red wine when you heard that nauseating voice from beside you.

"One year anniversary? You were able to keep her entertained for that long? You sure she isn't sleeping with someone else behind your back?" Your ex inquired.

You nearly spit the red wine out of your mouth. He can't be serious. This was your worst nightmare. You looked at Vernon who was glancing between the two of you. You prayed that Vernon could see through the lies. Your ex has been notorious in spreading rumors that caused others to leave you, them choosing to believe a stranger over you.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are right now, but you're crossing a line," Vernon said, his voice lower than usual.

"Look, bro. I'm just trying to give you a heads up. Wouldn't want you to waste your time on a slut like her."

That crossed the line for Vernon. Nobody should speak that poorly on another person. Especially when it came to you, nobody should disrespect you like that. You quickly rose from his seat across from you, making his way between the two tables so he was standing in front of your ex and blocking you.

"Mind repeating what you said?" "Like I said, I know how amazing her pus-"

Vernon didn't even let your ex finish that sentence. The next thing you knew, Vernon's fist collided with the face of your ex. You and your ex's date for the evening let out a gasp. She got up quickly, running to get the host of the restaurant while you sat there in shock.

"What the fuck?" Your ex shouted.

Soon, all the patrons in the restaurant were looking towards your direction. Your eyes were locked on Vernon. Everyone watched as Vernon picked up the white collar your ex was wearing, causing him to stand up from the table. In the process, your ex bumped into the table causing silverware and the glasses of water to fall onto the table.

"I'm so glad my girl decided to dump your loser ass. That's how you speak to women? What a sad excuse of a man," Vernon spat.

He dropped your ex back in his seat. Vernon stepped out of the way to get behind you. You glanced back, seeing him motion for you to stand up. "Come on, darling, we're leaving." With the look he was giving you, you knew there was no room to protest. You stood up as Vernon moved your chair back, making it easier to move. That was when you got the first glance of the black eye your ex would have. For now, it was already becoming red and purple from the hard punch.

"Don't look, baby. I know it's hard, but let's just focus on getting out of here," Vernon murmured from behind you. You nodded your head which caused him to press a kiss to your head, thankful for your compliance and your trust in him. He lifted his leather jacket off the back of the chair before holding it out so you could quickly slip your arms inside. He also grabbed your purse, deciding to carry it for you or maybe just because it would get the two of you out of there sooner.

Your ex's date came running back with the host and a few waiters who assumedly were there to try to breakup whatever fight. They all paused when they saw your ex holding his nose while you and Vernon were getting ready to head out.

Vernon grabbed a hold of your hand, slipping his finger in between yours. He squeezed your hand through the tight grip he had. It wasn't bone crushing, but it was enough to enforce he was taking the lead. He began leading you two out of the establishment.

Before you crossed into the main lobby, he turned toward your ex's date. "Unlike your ex, I want to apologize. I am sorry if my actions have ruined your evening. I'm not sorry for what I did though," he said. His voice was oddly calm despite the events that just unfolded.

He apologized also to the employees of the restaurant before he rushed you two of there. You leaned in close to him, just hoping that your ex would get the idea not to come chasing after the two of you.

Once you were outside of the restaurant, you stopped walking. Vernon felt the slight tug from your body which caused him to turn around. Both of his hands quickly cupped your face, eyes scanning for any sign of you being hurt, whether it be physical, emotional, or mental.

"I'm sorry, y/n, but I couldn't stand the way he spoke about you," Vernon sighed. He felt guilty that he ruined your evening, especially one of such high importance. You had looked forward to this evening all week, but he let his anger get the best of him.

"I'm sorry too," you frowned. "Sorry?" Vernon looked at you confused, eyebrows furrowed. "Babe, what do you have to apologize for? You had no idea your ex was going to be there." "No, but I feel like I have to apologize for him. I never told you about him because I was embarrassed of him-"

"Baby girl, that's nothing to apologize for." Vernon's voice was back to its softer tone. You peered up at him, wanting to say more but deciding to stay silent so you could hear Vernon out. He wrapped one arm around your waist, the other remaining so his thumb could stroke your cheek. The touch was light yet helped ease your emotions slightly. He always knew the little things to help ease your mind.

"If you want to tell about the people you used to date, then I am more than happy to listen. But I don't want you to feel like you're obligated to just because he decided to speak up," he explained. "That's in the past, and you're my future."

For the time being, you were going to still keep details from you past a secret. Just for tonight. Tonight, you still wanted to focus on you and Vernon. He was your present and future, your everything. That's all that matters.

"Now, come on. I'm not even sure what I was thinking by making reservations at this place," Vernon laughed. "I think we should just go to the diner around the corner to relive our first date. Burgers, fries, and a vanilla milkshake sound a lot better anyways."

And it was the best anniversary celebration you ever imagined. You guys sat in the same booth where your first date happened. You laughed about your ex before shifting the conversation on the remainder of the evening on how far you've come as a couple.

Nothing else mattered besides the two of you.

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[jackharlou]

Thankful

Concept: jack is away most of the time, but after a little surgery your daughter gets done, he stays home for a few. there he gets to realize how lucky he is to have you as the mother of his child.

"what's with the face?" - urban asked jack as soon as he saw him checking his phone for probably the tenth time in the last three minutes.

"she said abby wasn't feeling ok a few days ago, and apparently yesterday y/n caught the same thing abby has. i've been calling and texting her but she doesn't answer. i'm worried, what if something happened? they're there on their own" - jack spilled out without taking a second to breath, that just showed urban how nervous his friend really was.

"abby's a kid who goes to school. there are thousands of viruses floating around in a little kids' classroom so i bet it's just a flu or something and y/n must have her hands full with abby being sick and clingy to her. don't stress out, we'll be there in less than an hour. it's all good, i promise" - his words did soothe jack but nothing besides getting home and seeing his family being alive and well could relieve his stress.

as soon as the plane landed people started asking things from jack. like checking and approving the pictures from a photoshoot he did a few days prior, listening to a few beats some producers sent them or just going to the studio. he apologized and went straight to the car that was waiting for him and asked to be taken home.

in around forty minutes he was walking through his front door, listening to the very unusual silence. he's used to finding the tv turned on with some silly cartoon playing, his baby asleep wherever she passes out or playing with new toys that you couldn't help but buy when you went out because you thought they were "cute and fun for her", but you both knew than in a matter of days she would ditch them and go back to her favorite ones, so he quickly ran upstairs, and was able to finally breath after hearing his little girl's sweet voice coming from the walk in closet.

"wed dipstick, mommy?" - he saw her ask for when he finally laid eyes on his little family. you sat up straight, opened a drawer and got a hand full of lipsticks.

"mommy doesn't have red lipsticks because i don't use them but i have these pretty pink and brown ones, are these ok for you?" - you asked in a raspy voice that showed him how sick you were.

"it ok" - she said happily and took her time to choose the one she liked the most, while her daddy recorded the scene without them knowing. when she chose the one she felt matched better with the green eyeshadow, thick eyeliner and heavy blush, she applied it the best she could on you - "done, mommy. you dook beawtiful"

"she does look beautiful, baby" - jack said making the both of you jump and turn your heads to the door, finding there the love of your lives.

"daddy!" -she yelled and quickly jumped in his hold, being received by the tightest hug that physically proved how bad he missed his little one while being away.

"hi, my beautiful princess. are you feeling better now?" - he asked while rubbing his thumb on her cheeks.

"yes. mommy gave me some tisgusting mewdicine" - she said making a funny face, making her dad laugh.

"i'm sure it was, honey, but it made you feel better and that's what matters. mommy gave that to you because she wants you to be healthy so you can go to school and play with all your friends"

"you see how pewtty mommy dooks?" - she made her dad put her down again and ran to you, grabbing your face to show jack her masterpiece, looking so happy and proud about it.

"mommy always looks beautiful but you managed to make her extra extra beautiful. you're an artist"

"like you, daddy" - she said with the biggest smile on her face.

He managed to get her to play in the living room with her toys while watching her favorite movie of the week, so he could pay attention to you.

"you do look beautiful" - he said trying to hold a laugh.

"oh, shut up" - you murmured slowly getting up from the floor after finishing putting away the makeup and brushes abby used.

"how are you feeling?" - he asked concerned, seeing how red your eyes were and hearing how raspy your voice got.

"like shit" - you answered before he pulled you into his embrace and held you tight - "don't kiss me"

"why?"

"because i don't need you to be sick too" - you murmured with your face buried in the crock of his neck, enjoying the little bits of him your nose let you smell.

"i couldn't give three fucks about that" - he said. he moved you so now you were face to face. while your arms were surrounding his body, his hands were cupping your face and pulling you closer to him, making your lips join his - "i've missed you like crazy" - he murmured against your lips, making you smile - "i've missed you and all your germs" - he said after pulling back with red lipstick all over his mouth.

after two days, you and abby were more than ready to face the world again, which meant she could go back to school.

"have a good day, baby, be good and nice" - you told her before jack opened the backseat door and walked her to her classroom.

as soon as he entered the car he said - "she's so cute, i can't believe we..." - he was interrupted by an unexpected sneeze - "... did that"

he looked at you with a guilty face, which was answered with a bad look from you, making him smile with guiltiness all over his face - "stop at the pharmacy on the way home"

the next few days abby played nurse and you were "THE jack harlow's doctor" as he called you. of course he was way more dramatic that your toodler.

less than two months later abby went down again, now with a tonsillitis. you knew it wasn't normal for your child to be getting sick so often, so you took her to her doctor. you walked out of that place with an appointment to have her tonsils removed, thing that made you tear up already. abby was calmed down by the doctor when he told her she could eat all the ice cream she wanted. there he won her, but when he told you about the after care and how difficult it could be to both, you and her, you got scared, but it was something that could help her, so it needed to be done as soon as possible.

after telling jack, he made sure his schedule was cleared for three weeks, starting the day prior to her surgery.

"wow, abby, you're such a grown up" - jack told her after helping her put on her hospital gown.

"i am. i am a big and bwave" - she said with her sweet, and congested, voice.

you two kissed her a little less than a million times before a nurse came to take her.

"we have a bunch of balloons over there, do you wanna come with me to help me inflate them?" - the nurse asked your innocent baby, the one who said yes and started making conversation with the woman in the blue scrubs.

"i'm scared" - you admitted to jack.

he sat on a chair and pulled you, making you sit on top of him. he held you tight and caressed your body - "it's all going to be ok, she's as strong as her mommy" - you kissed his lips and rested on his shoulder.

in less than an hour your girl was brought back to you, so you just sat and waited for her to wake up. when she did, jack had to pull his phone to record her, so he could show her and your family later.

"mommy, i feel weidd. i'm scawed" - she said crying, not understanding why she was feeling like that. you could only lean down and hold her tight, silently cleaning your own tears with your thumb. you felt guilty for putting your baby through this, on the other hand you knew it was the best decision, but how could a toodler understand that?

"it's ok, my love. you'll feel better in a few. we'll go home and watch all the movies you love with daddy and we'll eat a bunch of ice cream and yummy things mommy will prepare for you. mommy and daddy love you and we're here to take care of you, always"

"i don't dike dis" - she said holding you tighter, if that was humanly possible for a human her size.

jack had to move to another part of the room to clean his tears and not show his baby he was scared too. he was there to assure her everything was going to be ok, she didn't need to see how much the whole situation affected him too.

things were rough the next week and a half, but at the two weeks mark she was feeling good enough to go to school. jack took her the first day back while you stayed sleeping, trying to recover from the past few days.

when you woke up, jack had breakfast made for you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"i just wanted to do something nice to say thank you" - he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you towards him.

"why?" - you murmured.

"i'm thankful for you loving me the way you do, for giving me the most beautiful baby, for loving her more than your own life, for being our biggest care taker and protector. i'm just thankful for you and our little family"

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jackharlow i try to keep them out of the public eye because i know how hectic this lifestyle can get, but damn, i want to scream so loud so the entire universe can hear how much i love this girls. i'm one lucky man because i got to meet the love of my life a few years ago, and she saw in me something good and worthy because she blessed me with a family.

these past few days have been exhausting because our little abby had a little surgery and she was being a little hard to deal with, but not once i saw my wife lose her temper or patient with her. yes, she was tired, but she always showed our girl it's ok to not feel good, that it's ok to be hurt and feel frustrated.

i'm not around as i would like, but while i'm out there making sure my family has the best life, my woman is doing one hell of a job raising the most amazing human being and i couldn't be prouder.

i wouldn't want to have kids or share my life with anyone else but you, y/n.

here's to at least 7 more🥂

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[tommysversion]

Fall In Love In A Single Touch. (Modern!Oberyn x F!Reader)

Summary: you have birth trauma, and you’ve been hiding it from Oberyn, until finally it all comes out. (Title from the attached song.)

Warnings: graphic description of cesarean birth / internalised fat phobia / ptsd / graphic description of birth trauma / description of chronic pain & birth injury

Notes: this is entirely a projection of my own experiences. I’m going through a lot in my own healing journey from having a traumatic birth, with a birth injury & other nastiness. Writing this was incredibly healing for me. For any other cesarean mamas who may feel the same way as I do… this is for you.

Everyone always makes it sound like birth is some magical experience, something that, if you’re a uterus owner, completely changes you. They’re right about the second part, but honestly? It’s not always a good thing, not always a good change.

You wouldn’t change this - the actual physical act of bringing your child into the world - don’t regret for a single moment saying yes when Oberyn had told you he wanted more children; his ninth, your first. You’d never really given much thought to how pregnancy would go, having been too concerned with whether you actually could conceive in the first place.

You’d been so scared you wouldn’t be able to, that you’d have to go through the gruelling, painful, expensive rounds of IVF that some of your friends had endured. That Oberyn was beyond wealthy, a literal fucking Prince, didn’t matter. You’d been afraid, not of the cost, but of disappointing him. Of not being able to give him the children he still wanted, and then, even though you knew realistically he would never, the fear that he would leave you for someone who could.

To your absolute shock and delight - both of you - that hadn’t been an issue at all. You’d fallen pregnant easily, and aside from morning sickness that seemed to last all day, things went relatively well. Then you’d gone over term, been induced, and when that had failed to progress? You’d gone in for an emergency cesarean. One minute you’d been breathing in with a mask on your face. The next, you were waking up under a heated blanket. Still dazed when they’d placed your baby in your arms, unsure of who or where you were or what the fuck had just happened to you.

That Oberyn was older than you by two decades and rich meant nothing; he could have left the nurses to care for you, but he insisted on helping you stand, practically hobble like an old woman to the shower, letting you hold onto his shoulders as the water had drenched you both, afraid you’d fall over. He hadn’t let you fall then, had the patience you so desperately needed as your body recovered. You’d thought maybe the incision site would be what took the longest, not factoring in the mental healing you’d have to do, too.

You loved your daughter; watching her eight sisters dote on her made your day, and watching Oberyn with her filled your heart with joy and hope. He had lost Ellaria, which had been unbearably painful for him, and you had come from violence and pain. You had been so afraid that things with him had been too good to be true… only, it wasn’t. He was a good man. Kind and patient and loving, even if he had a sharp tongue and a temper when needed, it had never been directed at you.

Some of his past lovers, friends of his still, talked of how he was rough, how he bit and choked and hurt, but he never raised a hand to you. Had said that he liked having someone to be soft with, and knowing your past? He wouldn’t even consider it.

You knew, deep down, that you’d done what you’d had to do to bring your child safely into the world. You were proud of that. Proud that, when it had come down to it, you had let them lay you down on an operating table and been prepared not to wake up again, made your peace with it, as long as your baby had survived.

But logic doesn’t always win out against the head demons, and you’re too exhausted to battle them as fiercely as you once did, putting all your energy into your child, into loving her with all your heart and soul.

You can’t help but feel like you failed. Like your body failed you. You’re left with stretch marks all over you, which you’re proud of on a good day and loathe on a bad day. Left with a scar that you joke about but secretly worry that your lover finds repulsive. Left four dress sizes bigger than you were before, and too afraid to bear more children just in case. Just in case your body fails again. Rejects your placenta and sends your blood pressure sky rocketing, making you feel like your head is in a vice. You’re afraid of pain you barely remember, and above all? You’re afraid of what it means for your future with Oberyn, who desperately wanted more children with you.

“I’m not about to put you through that again.” He had said, and he had meant it, even if it hurt him. Even if it wasn’t truly what he wanted; you mean more to him than having yet more children. Nine is a good number, he had joked, there had to be an end somewhere.

You feel a burning guilt for that, too. Knowing that your brain has done that amazing thing where it wipes out the pain of labor, of everything you went through. You remember flashes of clinical lighting. Of being lifted from one bed to the operating table. Of a sense of calm in the face of the unknown. While you may not remember, you know he does. Know that he remembers every second that felt like years when you screamed, when you’d felt like you might die from the pain when the drugs stopped working.

And while he pretends it doesn’t hurt? You know it does. Know that while he’s strong, a warrior, a man who’s fought dozens of wars for his country, seeing you like that and unable to help? It almost broke him, too.

It’s part of why you keep your suffering to yourself, incredibly aware that every time you mention it, it brings up those memories for him. They aren’t as easily buried, no matter how much he may flatly say he’s repressing it. Nine daughters between six different women, and he’s never seen a birth as horrific as yours.

He knows you’re struggling, but it doesn’t really get brought up. You skirt around the topic, love each other fiercely, spend all your time together invested in your child. Maybe he’d think you were doing okay, if he didn’t see the emptiness that flickers through your eyes at times. If he didn’t catch you looking at yourself critically in the mirror, in the heavily tinted windows of the cars you drive. If he didn’t hear you making bitter comments to your friends about your changed shape.

He’s undeniably a clever man, but he has no idea how to broach this topic. How to fix you, when you won’t even acknowledge that you’re broken. Hell, you put so much effort into pretending that you’re fine that he worries it would insult you to know that it’s not fooling him, not for a second.

The dam breaks one night when your daughter is a few months old. You’d woken from a nightmare, not wanted to wake him. On shaking feet you pulled yourself from the bed, crossed the room to check on your sleeping child before you’d returned to bed and curled in on yourself.

You’d been left with pain where they’d cut, where they’d had to tear through your already weakened abdominal muscles to get to the girl you had named Ellaria for his lost love. You’d healed well, externally, but internally? Not so much. The specialists you had seen since still weren’t sure if it was going to be permanent.

The pain was bad; you’d been trying to keep as quiet as possible, overwhelmed by your own anxiety and the physical pain you’re in. You’ve been trying so hard to hide the extent of your struggling from him, you didn’t want to wake him, even though you know deep down he’d rather you did.

Curled in on yourself, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, you don’t want to wake Oberyn or the baby as you cry, too overwhelmed by your own emotions - you’ve always struggled to regulate yourself, and there’s only so much a person can take - you’re beyond your limit, taking on more and more, pushing yourself to keep going even though you should have stopped long ago, relieved yourself of some of your burden and leaned on the people who love you.

You’re fucking stubborn. Stubborn and full of self loathing. So when a familiar pair of arms wrap around you, pulling you close, mindful of the patch just below your naval that constantly aches, mindful of the space to the left of your spine that hurts on and off where a nerve was hit when they put your epidural in, you swipe your tears away furiously, ready to say that you’re fine.

Only, you aren’t fine, and you don’t have the energy to lie to him. Instead, you end up turning over and burying your face in his shoulder, weeping. Maybe it’s the comfort of knowing that, no matter what, Oberyn loves you. Knowing that he’s… him, and yet he’s still here, even though you deem yourself broken, that finally gets you to drop the act, taking in horrible shaking breaths, inhaling the faint scent of spices, liquor and pepper that always seem to cling to him, focusing on that, on his hands against your smaller frame; in that moment, he’s your anchor to the present.

“Oh, my sweet girl, why have you been hiding this from me? All of this pain…” his fingers card through your hair, “tell me what’s wrong?”

It briefly occurs to you that he isn’t blaming you, isn’t making you feel bad for hiding it; he seems only concerned with making sure you’re alright, and that only makes you cry harder, feeling like a total idiot for not talking to him, not trying to begin to explain what’s wrong.

He just holds you for a moment until you’re able to speak, getting the words out between sharp breaths.

“I just… hate… how I am now.” You choke out, “I feel so broken. It’s like… everything I’ve been through before, maybe I’d have come back from, but I just… I feel like my body betrayed me and failed me, and now I don’t even get a choice in having more children or how I have them, and I hate it. I hate it so much.”

Oberyn sits up, pulls you with him, keeps one arm around you as he reaches out to turn the stained glass lamp on the side table on. You duck your head, not wanting him to see you in this state.

One hand gently tucks under your chin, tilts your head up. His dark eyes are soft as he looks at you.

“Don’t look at me like this,” you sniffle. “I hate myself enough without giving you another reason to not be attracted to me.”

The look he gives you is somewhere between wounded and offended.

“What do you mean, another reason to not be-? Love, I saw you in the most pain you’ll ever experience in your life. You think I would be, what, disgusted by your pain?”

“No, but I’m all gross and snotty and piled on top of being fat and covered in these,” you poke critically at your stretch marks, tone miserable. You don’t care if you sound young and petulant, it’s hurting you, self loathing dripping from every word. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t want me.”

Oberyn doesn’t take it as youthful vanity. He knows all too well what you suffered to bring his daughter into the world. He watched you throw up almost every single day for five months, watched you get sick at the very end, watched you try to birth your child naturally. And then, even though it had damn near killed him to see you in so much pain, he had watched you do what needed to be done. Watched you grit your teeth and stand on shaking legs not even ten hours after being cut and ripped apart. He’s never been more proud of you, never loved you more than in that moment, knowing you had borne that suffering for him, for your child, the daughter you had both so desperately wanted.

“Listen to me.” His thumb brushes across your cheek, catching the tears that fall. “I don’t give a damn what size you are. So your shape has changed. It changed because you grew life. You’re softer now. Ria likes it, it means you’re soft to sleep on.”

You smile faintly at the little nickname he’s given your daughter; he’s right. If you weren’t the size you are now, you wouldn’t be as comfortable for her to sleep on.

“There you are.” He gives you an encouraging look when he sees the ghost of your smile. “In time, you’ll forget what it is to carry a child. You’ll forget what it felt like when she moved in you. These -“ his free hand gently touches the stretch marks on your sides and your thighs, “these are just a reminder that you created life, love. Wear them like badges of honour. Especially this one.”

His fingertips barely brush over the jagged edge of where they cut you open.

“This isn’t ugly. No matter what you think. It’s proof that you were willing to do whatever it took to get her here safely. That even though you were afraid and in pain? You put her first. That’s not something to be disgusted by or ashamed of.”

“Y-you really don’t hate it? Don’t hate me? Even though my body failed?”

He pulls you as tight against him as he feels safe doing, mindful of your pain sites.

“I don’t think I could ever love you more than I do at this moment. I’m so very proud of you, my love. Your body didn’t fail. You didn’t fail. I promise you.”

You’ve seen a multitude of emotions in his dark eyes before; amusement, malice, lust, anger, jealousy, sadness, grief, joy, and love. So much love. But even you have to admit, as jaded as you are right now, that you’ve never seen his gaze this soft with affection as he looks at you.

You take another deep, shaking breath before you look at him, blinking back more tears.

“You really don’t mind, if… if we don’t have any more?”

“Gods, no. I want you to be safe, above all else. That choice is entirely yours, sweet girl. If you decide you want another child, I will gladly give you as many as you wish, but… your safety, your happiness… they mean more to me than that.”

You nod slowly, watching his fingers trace idle patterns across your damaged skin; there’s no trace of disgust in his gaze. He touches you freely, without any criticism. You’ve been blind to it, so caught up in your own self loathing.

“Do you think… do you think I’ll be this broken forever?”

To Oberyn’s credit, he doesn’t try and tell you that you aren’t broken, but he also doesn’t take it as a slur. He knows you. Knows what you mean when you say that you’re broken.

“No, sweet girl, I don’t. I think that right now you’re hurting. You’ve endured so much, so much. Things that nobody should endure, and you’ve survived them. Only to be dealt this. Birth is never easy, never painless, but it seems cruel that you were dealt this hand. But I don’t think you’ll be this way forever. Not when you have me, when you have Ria and the older girls to support you.” He rubs comforting circles on your back as he gives you a moment to process this information.

“A-and you’re not… going to get sick of me?”

He laughs a little hollowly. Not because it’s funny, but because he finds the idea completely ridiculous.

“Sick of you? Before you, I thought I would die lonely. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’d never run out of people to fuck and keep me warm at night, but I never expected to find someone who mattered again. Do you truly think that your brain being cruel to you and a scar are enough to make me stop loving you?”

The way he says it, it sounds like a ridiculous concept, even to you in your fragile state. So ridiculous that you laugh softly.

“I… I guess not, when you put it that way.”

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. To the tip of your nose. To your lips before he pulls away from you as Ria stirs in her crib; he only leaves your side to go to her so that he can bring her to you to hold and comfort.

You watch him without speaking; within moments he’s back beside you, his arms around you as you cradle your half asleep daughter. Her dark curls are his, her closed eyes obsidian like his, too. She has your nose, your lips. Her tiny fist curls around your finger, and you smile slightly looking down at her.

“I know it isn’t easy. But I’m not going anywhere, love. And any time you need reminding that you didn’t fail? Look at her. Look at her and remember you did everything right. You’re doing everything right by her and I couldn’t be more proud of you.” He presses another kiss to your temple, and you have to bite back another little sob, eyes blurring with tears again; they’re different this time, grateful and relieved rather than tears of pain and sadness.

“I love you. Both of you. So much.” You manage to get out finally.

There’s no magic cure for what you’ve been through. There isn’t. You can’t wave a magic wand and erase the trauma, the pain. There’s no medicine you can take that will fix the damage to your body. It’s something that will take time. Time and patience. You know you need to be kinder to yourself, more gentle and loving to your own mind.

However, you do feel a little better having voiced what’s been eating away at you. At knowing that he doesn’t care at all that your body has changed. That your scars don’t bother him; that he loves every part of you, especially the visible reminders of what you’ve endured to bring his daughter into the world.

And he’s right; it will get better. Slowly but surely, the pain in your mind will ease. You’ll slowly start to accept your changed body, your scars and stretch marks, until acceptance turns to love. Until you can touch your incision site with a soft smile and pride rather than regret and disgust. Until you see yourself the way he does. Because even when you’re clouded by your own self loathing?

He’s always going to be there, always going to love you, always going to support you, because even if you can’t see it? He’s your sunlight, and he knows you deserve all the love in the world.

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Risky Nights (Agent Whiskey)

Summary: After an injury, you are assigned to go back to the field with Jack, the man that helped you get back to where you were. But as the mission progresses there are some feelings between you two that surface and when you two are hit with a drug, it all gets out of control between you two.

A/N: Hi lovelies! So I love love love love writing for Jack because he can be super sweet or v dominant and well, this was the perfect story for me to put those two together. So enjoy this (:

Pairing: Jack x !f Reader

Warnings: Sex pollen, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), violence (stabbing, shooting),

Word Count: 9.7k (Look its sex pollen. I had to.)

Masterlist

You were making your way to your boss's office, excited about the news that awaited you. After working alongside Ginger for over six months now due to an injury, you were getting a glimmer of hope that you would be going back onto the field. You passed your physical tests with flying colors and from what you heard, everyone voted for you to join the field again, including Jack. Just the thought of Jack cheering you on made you smile, and you realized that this crush of yours was going to have to go away soon.

It wasn’t that you wanted to fall for him, but with him helping you so much with your recovery you just couldn’t help it. He was there when you had your physical therapy, when you needed help at home, everything. If it wasn’t for him, your recovery wouldn’t have been as smooth as it was. But in the midst of all that, you noticed that your heart was beating a lot faster around him. A simple touch set your skin on fire. His friendly flirting made you wonder if he actually meant what he said or if he was playing with you. It was all so much to take in from that time together that you didn’t know if you could go back to the way you were. But before you knew it, Jack was snaking an arm around you as you were walking up to the door.

“Hey darlin’. You excited to go in?” You could hear the excitement in his voice, almost like he knew something you didn’t.

“Yeah, but I’m a little nervous,” You were talking about the butterflies in your stomach from him being so close to you and how you didn’t know what was going to happen in that meeting.

“Hey don’t be! You’re going to be just fine in there.” He gave you one of those smiles that made you weak at the knees and his eye contact was making you feel extra hot. You both got to the door and he opened it for you. “After you, my lady.” His charm made you giggle since he always did over-the-top things with you. In there you saw Champ as his usual seat and you sat at the two seats that were reserved for you and Jack. He pulled out your seat and pushed you in before sitting in his own. Champ turned on the projection so that all the agents from all other locations filled the seats.

“So, how has your recovery been Agent Vino?”

“It’s been good, overall. My arm hasn’t spasmed in a while and my shooting has been consistent. I’m right where I was before.” You smiled at your words, realizing that you did come a long way since your injury.

“We’re all proud of you. But I have a bit of news for you. We all voted on your return to the field, and we decided that you can start back on the field as soon as Friday. Whiskey here will be your partner to help you since this mission is a lot for just one.” You couldn’t believe it. You were able to get back in the field in less than two days and you were going to be with Jack. It seemed unreal to you, and when Jack grabbed your hand you were brought back to reality.

“Thank you! This means so much to me and I promise I won’t let you guys down.” Champ and the rest of the agents raised their glass, including you and Jack. You all took a sip, and you couldn’t be happier to be back to where you were before. Nothing would ruin this mission, not even your raging feelings for your partner. Once everyone was done drinking, Champ dismissed you all and you walked out, the smile on your face never leaving.

“I told you doll! It was gonna work!” He came up behind you and hugged you, his arms resting near your waist.

“Thank you for believing in me,” You put your hands on his, loving that he was holding you so close.

“How could I not believe in such a wonderful girl like you.” His words were making your heart beat so fast, making you wish that he meant it in a less friendly way and more of in the romantic sense.

“Well I should get back to Ginger and help with this last mission. See you around,” You sadly pulled out of his grasp and turned to face him.

“I’m sure I’ll find you later today.” He had a smile on his face that suggested that he was going to find some way to distract you from working, which you didn’t mind at all.

“I’m sure you will. Can’t stop seeing me huh?”

“You’re too beautiful to not look at,” His compliment caught you off guard a little.

“T-Thank you. I’ll see you later,” You jetted off, thinking about how this little interaction would stay in your head all day long now.

-

Two days later and the private jet still amazed you as you were walking up to it, knowing that it was the highlight of anyone’s mission if they could get on it. Just as you were getting to the stairs Jack was trailing behind you.

“You ready, sweetheart?” He took your hand and helped you up the steps knowing that you didn’t want to be in the end of the year video at Statesmen of all the agents that trip on the stairs. When you both got in your emotions got the best of you and you hugged him.

“Thank you, Jack. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“That was all you. You did your best to get back here and I couldn’t be prouder of you.” His words were music to your ears, praising you and making your nerves calm down. You sat down in one of the seats that reclined out into a bed since the flight to London would require a power nap at least. Jack sat in the one opposite of you, pulling out the file on your target, Sergio.

Sergio was a typical crime lord all over the world but he was hiding something dark, something that went beyond his usual m.o. According to the file, Sergio was working on a secret project that would control everyone once it was airborne. The only problem was that no one at Statesmen knew what he was planning exactly, which was why you and Jack were supposed to find out, destroy it, and take out Sergio without a hassle. But nothing ever went easy for you and him so you were prepared for just about anything.

“So his base is inside his club Elevate? Explains the extra space in the floor plans,” You were looking to see that just below the first floor was an unknown section that Sergio wanted to be built in private.

“It seems to be right. It’s perfect since its hidden in plain sight and whatever he’s planning can be easily tested on any members in there.” Jack was looking at any potential targets that would be working alongside Sergio.

“How are we going to get everyone out safely?”

“Ginger has said that when we are all in the room together with Sergio that some of the Kingsmen people here can safely take them out without a hassle. We just have to make sure Sergio doesn’t get his hands on anything that could detonate his plan.”

“So my job is to seduce him, get him alone as best as I can and you will follow in?”

“Exactly. Everything will be fine, just relax and get some sleep.” You laid down on the comfy seat and watched Jack recline his seat as well, pulling out a book to read.

“You’re going to read for the next 10 hours?”

“And you’re going to sleep for the next 10 hours?” He shot back.

“Fair enough. Enjoy your book, oldie,” He playfully hit your leg in retaliation which made you laugh.

“You’re as old as you feel, little one.” The nickname struck something in you, something that you hadn’t felt in a while. It made your heart flutter more than you would like to admit, and Jack seemed relatively unfazed by it. You decided to ignore it, turning on your side and shutting your eyes for the next few hours or so. But if your mind was deceiving you, you thought you faintly heard Jack say, “Sleep well, beautiful.”

-

Jack rubbed your shoulder. “Wake up, Y/N. We’re almost here.” You were surprised that you slept for that long, but you realized that you accidentally pulled a 24 hour the night before over the sheer excitement of being back on your first mission. He helped you get up, grabbing your hand and helping you steady yourself.

You went into the bathroom, freshening up and changing out of your clothes into something that seemed less like you were planning to take out another threat against humanity and more like your average human with class having a good night out. A black dress that was just going past your mid-thigh and heels that were thankfully not too high like last time. You realized that this was likely one of Ginger’s gimmicks since you didn’t remember packing this dress the night before. But alas you still put it on and fixed yourself up before you went out again. When you came out you noticed that he put his usual attire to the side and donned a casual outfit which somehow emulated the Kingsman style. You had to admit it. He could wear just about anything and make it look good but the effort he put in made it attractive.

“You like what you see doll?” He winked at you before grabbing his bag. He eyed you as well, taking in your legs that were on display a little more.

“Maybe, but it seems to me that you’re doing just about the same.” He laughed knowing that you caught him. You got your bags and he helped you out of the plane as well. He led you into the sleek black car that awaited you both. He took your bags and his and put them in the trunk and once you got in he followed suit.

“Seeing that its already late, should we just get a little dinner and go to the room?” You asked.

“If that’s what you want, but I do have a better idea.” His coy smile that was etched across his face made you raise a brow.

“And what is this great idea that you have for us?”

“Well we do have to scout our target right? Why don’t we go scout them out now, instead of waiting until tomorrow?” His idea seemed promising, but you also got the idea that he wanted to mix business with pleasure too.

“Strictly going to scout our target, right?” He feigned looking at you which made you laugh. “I guess for my first mission back we can have a little bit of fun.” He perked up like a little kid.

“That’s my girl,” He put a hand on your knee, and you leaned into it slightly. You were sure that if it wasn’t for the dim lighting in the car Jack would’ve seen how you weren’t playing it cool. But nonetheless, you looked out the window, seeing the moon shine brightly without a cloud in its way. It was a perfect night, almost like this could be a date for you and him. Could this be a date in disguise? And if so, what gave Jack the courage to do so now? Your mind was thinking of all the possible answers to your questions but when Jack started humming a tune that he heard your thoughts all went away. You were focused on his voice and how soothing it was.

“What song is that?”

“In the air tonight.” He continued to hum it, drumming his fingers on his thigh.

“I should’ve known it was something like that,” You joked.

“Well I’m something of a lover you know?”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t know that.”

“Oh you know that I am.” He lightly let his thumb rub back and forth on your knee, making you feel more comfortable.

“Well, it explains why all the new recruits go after you then.”

“True, but I only have my eyes set on one girl.” You wondered who he meant by that. Many attractive girls came to mind that you knew Jack worked with but still, you couldn’t recall him ever going there with them. Albeit a natural flirt, he was learning to not mix business with pleasure as much as he did before. But before you could speculate any further on who he was talking about, you arrived at Elevate.

It was the hottest club in London considering that temperatures were warming up a little more. Jack got out of the car first and lent a hand to help you out. You two skipped the line since Ginger already put your names on the list ahead of time. When you walked in, you noticed the glass ceiling. It looked like it could open up like a hatch and let out something, particularly what Sergio wanted to be airborne. “I assume that’s how he’s going to infect everyone at first?”

“He was always a man to be extra and smart,” Jack and you walked down the steps and onto the lit-up dance floor, making your way through all the oblivious people. It was a lot for you to be in here, knowing that Sergio and his men could be watching to find any spies but with Jack by your side, you felt safe. With an upbeat song playing in the background, you and Jack blended into the crowd nicely, getting close and looking like a couple more than the other people here.

“I take it all my dance lessons helped you,” Jack twirled you around, making sure you didn’t bump into anybody. He brought you back to him and your hands found their way to his upper chest.

“I think I was the one that taught you how to dance considering that you have two left feet.” You thought about all the times that Jack danced with you drunk off his ass. In his mind, he looked great dancing but to everyone else, he looked like he shouldn’t have gotten up in the first place.

“Mhm, that was just when I was a little drunk.” You laughed, liking the little save he made for himself.

“Look up at the second floor.” Jack twirled you again and you saw that Sergio was looking at everyone with a drink in his hand. He was attractive, but you knew that a well-kept man like that had his secrets, and you were hot on his trail. As Jack was getting closer to you by twirling you back to him, you were letting your hands snake up his neck, looking around to see where your target went. Instantly, you saw that he was making a sharp turn into a hidden room, with security tailing him.

“Well now we know where he stays at most,” Jack whispered, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear.

“What time should we get here tomorrow?” You were looking up at him as he pulled away, seeing that the blue light that was shining on his face was driving you insane. If he didn’t look better earlier, he damn sure did now.

“Depends on how long it takes for you to get ready, gorgeous,” He joked, and you thought about how you would have to pull off your best look yet to seduce your target. “I reckon that we should get here at 8pm at the latest. It seems to be the perfect time to catch him in his…element.”

“Sounds like a plan, partner.” He laughed at your little joke and brought you closer to him, letting the music flow through him. For a cowboy, you thought he wouldn’t be into some of this music but he seemed to have a wide range of taste. The song changed to a more seductive tone before you realized it, and Jack seemed to take note of it based on how his hand drifted a little bit lower than before.

You didn’t mind, finding yourself playing with the back of his hair and moving to the beat. You began to feel a bit hot but you couldn’t tell if it was from being in the club or from how Jack was not even saving any space between the two of you. This dance turned into more than just a façade, more like you two were actually a couple teasing each other before the night ended. Your hips started to sway more, you letting go and forgetting about the mission.

“Mhm, someone’s having a little fun,” He smirked at you, making you feel a little bold surprisingly. You were giving him a show, but you wanted to give him so much more if you had the chance.

“Yeah, I am. But you like seeing me like this, don’t you?”

“How could I not? A gorgeous girl dancing with me and I get to enjoy myself. I couldn’t ask for a better night.” He was leaning down to your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“You never danced with me like this at other parties. What changed now?”

“Those were all Statesmen parties so I didn’t want to overstep. But this is just you and I now, the way I want it to be.”

“I can’t say that I don’t agree with you, but Jack, what time is it?” You knew that you were treading dangerous territory with him, flirting that was beyond friendliness and more like you were getting a one-way ticket to a one-night stand with your partner. Which in hindsight didn’t sound bad, more like what you wanted for months and then some. But not now, not when this was your first mission back.

“It’s only 12. The night is still young,” He was finding himself enjoying this more than ever, better than the usual dances he had with other girls. With you, he felt at peace. He could sway with you to a slow song, blur the lines of friendship with letting a hand get dangerously low, teasing you a bit. It was all fun and games but really, he liked that you could let your hair down before the night of. He knew that you would be on edge the whole day so he considered this a way to calm your nerves although he didn’t realize that your major crush on him was getting in the way of that.

“I agree, but,” Before you could protest he was twirling you around, making you forget what you were saying. He brought you back to him, finding a familiar rhythm once again.

“What was that darlin’?”

“We should really get back. This mission is too important for me to screw up so early.” He looked at you, pushing a little strand of hair behind your ear.

“Trust me. If Champ didn’t think you were up for it, he wouldn’t have let you come. You’re a star and I believe in you.” He was getting dangerously close to your lips, and you were wondering what he would taste like. You felt yourself going in, but the drunk girl that bumped into you brought you back to reality.

“Thank you but I really think we should get going. We need to prepare for this mission soon,” You looked away from him, almost kicking yourself for being so silly enough to kiss him.

“Fair enough. I’ll lead the way.” He took your hand and led you out of the club, the cold air hitting you fast and making you shiver.

“Did you want my jacket?”

“No! It’s okay.”

“I insist. I can’t let you freeze while we wait for our car.” He took off his jacket and gently put it on you, and the smell of his cologne filled your nose and the warmth enveloped you completely.

“Better. I don’t need you getting a cold before tomorrow.” As soon as he said that, the sleek car pulled up and he opened the door for you, helping you get in. He got in soon after, giving the driver the address again. Suddenly, all that dancing came over you and the tiredness set in again. You were beginning to nod off when Jack got closer to you.

“You can lay on me, I don’t mind,” You smiled, laying your head on his shoulder, and drifting off. Soon he felt himself drifting off as well, thinking about how he was so close to blurring the lines with you against his better judgment.

When you arrived he woke you up again and helped you out of the car. Although you weren’t drunk you were sleepy so getting you into the elevator was the tricky part. But once he did he let you rest on him again, and somehow your head laid gently against his chest.

“Why’s your heart beating so fast?” You half sleepily asked him.

“N-Nothing. Just got a little bit of adrenaline going.” He was hoping that you would buy it since he couldn’t say “Yeah, I’m just thinking about how cute you would look sleeping on my chest.” When you didn’t answer, he sighed in relief as he took that to mean that you forgot about it. Once the elevator dinged you both walked to the doors, and you were looking around seeing that the whole floor was for you two.

“Statesman sure knows how to keep the luxury going,”

“Well I think that because we stop major threats to humanity on a daily basis, the least they could do is give us some luxury.” Jack used his keycard to get in, and you were further blown away by the penthouse. Open space, floor-to-ceiling windows, beautiful amenities. You were like a kid in the candy store.

“I take it you’re in love?”

“Very much so. If I could just live here forever, I would.” You touched the marble island in the kitchen, loving the color scheme of it all.

“Well then who am I going to mess with on my breaks, darlin’?” Jack kicked off his shoes, making way for the couch that looked like it was heaven.

“I’m sure you’ll survive,”

You took off your shoes and found that the huge black door was likely the master bedroom. When you opened it up, you realized that getting out of bed in the morning was going to be harder than you thought. A plush black bed and pillows that adorned it that meant the best sleep you could possibly have. You would probably fall asleep without even remembering to get under the covers.

“Does Statesman want me to do my job or do they want me to sleep all day?”

“I think a little business and pleasure can work well here,” You didn’t know if there was an underlining meaning in that, but you let it slide.

“Well I’m off to shower and then I’m heading to bed. Goodnight, Jack.” You gave him a hug, a tight one that said thank you without having to say it.

“Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” He held you just as tight, lingering a little more than what a friendly hug should be like. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, his scent filling up your nose again, it was everything you wanted. But alas, you pulled away to give him his jacket back.

“Here, I didn’t mean to keep it.”

“No, you keep it. It looks better on you anyways.” If you thought you couldn’t blush before, you were definitely close to doing it now.

“Thank you. I’ll make sure to not ruin it.”

You walked back to the bedroom, shutting the door and trying to catch your breath. So many close moments all in one night. How were you going to survive tomorrow?

-

The next morning came and you got up to make some breakfast. You figured that Jack wouldn’t be up at this point so you walked out quickly. But you assumed wrong since Jack bumped right into you. When you moved back, you saw that Jack just got out of the shower, and the only thing protecting his modesty was the towel that was loosely tied around his waist, giving you more to imagine about later.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were there.” You were trying your best to not look at him, that golden skin glimmering more than it should. That loose towel that you wanted to pull slightly to see it fall down. You couldn’t control your desires, just wanting to give in.

“Darlin’, you know I don’t mind,” Ever the flirt, you weren’t sure if he was just saying it to lighten the mood or if he actually meant it. Either way, you went to the kitchen to get the breakfast you were craving more than before.

“You don’t have to cook. I made some food for you earlier.” Jack yelled out. Sure enough, you saw the plate of food sitting in the microwave.

“Thank you. You’re so sweet,” You were eating your food like there was no tomorrow given that you wouldn’t eat much tonight anyway.

“Not a problem. I’ll be in the other room if you need me.” Jack walked away into his room, and you couldn’t help but stare, knowing that you were so close to having him but chickening out once again. You settled for eating your food to occupy your mind and thinking about what else you could put on for tonight that would catch Sergio’s attention, although you only wanted Jack’s eyes on you. -

At around 7 you decided to get ready, knowing that you wanted to look your best to pull this off. You put on one of the dresses that was in the closet, a knee-high dress that could conceal your knife with ease. When you put it on you realized that you were probably going to steal it later when you had to leave London. You couldn’t pass up on such a beautiful dress even if it meant that you might get in trouble later. Knowing what kind of look Sergio would want, you did your makeup and figured it was just enough to pull him in. You put on the contacts that would allow Ginger to see everything you would see. You were happy that they were designed to be a little less thick than last time so that your eyes would get a break. You then put on the short blonde wig that you picked out since you couldn’t go into Elevate with your normal hair based on last night and that Sergio had a thing for blondes. When you shifted it into place Jack stopped near your door.

“You almost ready?” Jack was looking at his watch and you took a moment to look at him. He looked worlds away from his usual getup, and it made you realize that you were in more trouble than you thought.

“What happened to your usual clothes?”

“Well if I want to look the part, I gotta change. Besides, I like this look. I feel like I finally look like those Kingsmen people as much as they annoy me,” He walked into your room and into your mirror, making sure everything was in place. “But you look beautiful.” You looked at how you were both dressed and you both complimented each other perfectly. You almost wanted to forgo the mission to avoid Sergio’s hands being all over you. In fact, you would much rather Jack lifting up your dress to fulfill all the dreams you’ve been having about him.

“Thank you, and I’m ready to go now. Let’s do what we do best.” He took your hand and you both walked out of your room and the penthouse to the elevator.

“Are you nervous?”

“Not at all. This is going to be just fine, like old times.” He rubbed his thumb against your hand, and it calmed you a little. When you got to the ground floor and the doors opened the car was waiting for you. Jack opened the door for you and helped you in before getting in himself. A short car ride and you were at Elevate again with more people from last night.

“I think we have our work cut out for us tonight.” You had to make sure that Sergio saw you or else the plan wouldn’t work.

“When do we not? Saving the world every day isn’t easy.” He opened the door and climbed out, offering his hand to you again to get out. When you walked into the club Jack went his separate way to the bar and you walked down to the dance floor. You noticed that the hatch on the glass ceiling was unclasped, making this mission more time-sensitive than before. But you tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in your stomach and went right to dancing, doing your best to not mess up.

“I think you’ll get Sergio’s attention in no time.” Jack’s voice in your ear caught you off guard. “Well don’t make it obvious that I’m talking to you. But Ginger is with us so she’ll talk us through everything.” And just as Jack said that, Ginger was online.

“Are you two done flirting yet?” Ginger was already calling the two of you out for your flirtation.

“I wasn’t flirting.” You were dancing with another girl that was clearly drunk.

“Maybe you weren’t, but Jack was.”

“A little harmless flirting never hurts,” He took a sip of his drink and you caught his eye, seeing that he was winking at you.

“Right. Well while you two play this little game I’m letting you know that Sergio is coming out of the room now.” You looked up to see that Sergio was walking towards the railing of the second floor, looking for someone that would catch his eye. When he saw you he smiled, and you knew that you had him.

“I think I got him,” You were watching him walk down the stairs as you twirled around, making sure that you were still getting his attention.

“He can’t help himself when it comes to blondes,” Sergio was getting on the dance floor, moving in between all the people that were in his way. Sergio placed his hand on your waist, and you wanted to recoil at his touch. It wasn’t Jack touching you the way you wanted him to.

“Keep that smile on. He’s right where you want him.” Jack was looking at you, taking a little sip of his drink and making sure that you were okay. He watched you put a hand on Sergio’s shoulder, walking with him into the room that he went into last night. Jack’s blood started to boil at the way Sergio let his hand slip down to your butt, wanting to sucker punch him for touching you in that way. But he remained calm, thinking about the distraction he could make to get in when you incapacitated Sergio.

Sergio sat you down on the couch, and you were careful not to let the slip in your dress go up too high. His other men were on either side of you, and you saw that there was a slight imprint of a gun in their holster that you could get out if you needed to. Your target sat on the other couch, taking a sip of the champagne that was out for the both of you. He pulled out his phone and you faintly could hear that something out of the room was opening.

“Ginger, he’s opening the celling.” Jack saw that the hatch was opening and that there was a haze forming on the dance floor. “Can you shut it down?” Jack could see that some of the undercover agents began to put on some masks.

“Getting into his system right now.” You saw that in this room there were boxes that lined the room, but you didn’t know what was in them. Sergio was still on his phone, and it made you sweat a little. You wanted to pull that phone out of his hands and put an end to his madness.

“As of now I’m overriding the system but the drug is already in the air,” You were upset that you didn’t get to stop him in time. “But, I managed to stop it before it could get any worse. However, I’m trying to see what you’re looking at, Y/N.” In your contacts that you were wearing Ginger was looking to see if there was anything that could identify them.

“Ginger, you got anything yet on those boxes?” Jack was covering his nose to avoid breathing it in.

“Nothing yet, but there is an unusual marking on them, not a typical logo Sergio would have. I can track previous packages with this one to see if I can figure it out.” You watched him pour the champagne for you with a smirk on his face that you couldn’t wait to wipe off.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing on that dance floor?” His thick accent was nauseating to say the least.

“I just wanted to find someone tonight. Have a little fun,” You sat up a bit to show off, and based on how he was looking at you he was surely falling for your seduction. He handed you a glass and put his down.

“Ah, I like you.” He put a hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth. He snapped his fingers at his bodyguards and they went into the other room, presumably to set something up.

“It’s not his product. He stole it from someone else and he added something to it.” Ginger made the connection with the two logos that appeared on the box.

“Stole it from who?”

“Poppy Adams.” You were shocked that Sergio would be bold enough to steal from her of all people. “He added one of his other drugs to it, something that hasn’t hit the market yet.”

“You know, you caught my eye early on. You’re blonde, you’re so fucking sexy,” He was getting closer to you, his breath making you almost scrunch up your nose. “But I can smell a fucking rat when I see one.” He grabbed your jaw and slapped you. You pulled out your knife to stab him, cutting his hand.

“Y/N! What’s happening?” Jack jumped out of his seat and was making his way through the crowd. “Ginger, call it in. Get everyone out.” Soon all the hidden agents were coming out to escort everyone out and into safety. Jack was faced with two of Sergio’s men.

“Aw is your little boyfriend out there trying to get everyone out?” He went to punch you and kicked you, making you slice him in the shin but you dropped your knife. He almost fell back but held himself up with the table. “He won’t stand a chance against them so it’s just you and me.”

“Jack, Y/N, the other agents are getting everyone out. Jack, Sergio is attacking Y/N so get in there!” Jack was fighting the other two men, knocking them into each other to ensure that he could get it done quickly. He took the knife that was in his shoe and sliced them both, making them fall down. He ran to the door and made sure that he slammed into it a few times to bust it open. The other guards Sergio sent away came back.

“We set everything up. We can take her now.” You went to slice Sergio again but he knocked you down again. When the guard tried to grab you, you kicked him in the balls, making him fall back. The other guard tried to fight you but you grabbed your knife off of the floor to defend yourself. Sergio grabbed his gun just as Jack got in and tried to shoot at him, accidentally shooting the boxes and making the dust fly in the air. One of the bodyguards tried to grab you but you caught him in the thigh with the knife making him let go of you. Jack used his knife to grab them and take them out, and you took your knife and went right to Sergio to finish him.

“You think you’re so good huh? A little bitch can’t stay in her place and now she wants to play with the big boys.” He tried to shoot at you again but he missed, allowing you to push him into the table. The gun fell out of his hands and when he tried to choke you, you sliced his other hand. When you pinned him down you smiled, knowing that you had your advantage.

“I might be a little bitch but guess who’s dead? Not me, you.” You slit his throat and got off him, helping Jack with the other guard that was fighting him. You jumped on the guard's back, stabbing him and making him fall down on his side. The fall hurt a bit but you knew that they were all taken care of although you were now covered in the dust.

He caught you when you fell, making sure that you didn’t have any serious head injuries. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” You looked to see that there was a tear in his jacket. “But are you okay?”

“I’ve had worse. Let’s get you up though.” He helped you up, making sure that you didn’t slip on anything. You saw that all the boxes that were busted open had yellow dust. It was everywhere and it was all in the air. You hoped that it wasn’t anything that would get you sick in the long run. Once the other Statemen people came to take away the target’s body, you and Jack walked out of the room and into the black car again.

Ginger began to call you on your phone when you both got in so you answered, seeing that she was relieved to see you both in one piece.

“Are you both okay?”

“We’re in one piece still.”

“Good. I have some good and bad news for you both.”

“I guess we have no choice but to hear it?”

“You know me too well,” Ginger joked before reading off her notes. “Well it looks like Sergio planned to torture Y/N in a special room. The other bad news is that the drug was already in the air of Elevate based on the vents so everyone has to be isolated for the next 24 hours or more. But everyone seems to be fine, only mild symptoms and Kingsman is working on putting out an announcement for everyone to stay inside and close all windows to ensure it doesn’t spread.” You were relieved that everyone was fine.

“Thank you for everything. Get some rest Ginger,” You smiled at the phone seeing that she was indeed more tired than she would admit.

“I will. You two better get some rest before me. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight!” You and Jack both said it at the same time.

“Of course you guys say it at the same time.” She jokes before signing off. You began to take off your contacts and put them in the container.

“Ginger hasn’t let up on that?”

“Nope. She thinks it’s hilarious.” You took out the first contact and began taking out the other.

“I wonder if they have a bet on us getting together.”

“Oh I know they do; they just won’t tell either of us,” You just finished taking out your second contact when the car pulled up near the hotel again. You both got out and went into the elevator, but by now you were feeling a little different. Going up the elevator you felt yourself getting hot, almost like you needed to take a cold shower right away. When you both walked into the penthouse everything was hazy. Your mind was turning into mush. Jack went to the couch right away, shedding off his jacket and kicking off his shoes. You kicked off your shoes as well, making way for the bedroom.

“Do you feel funny?” Jack asked you.

“A little. But we probably just need some rest.” You tried to ignore it, but you were looking at him a little more than you should’ve.

“Did you get that stuff from before on your dress?” Jack got up, curiously looking at the dust that was on the strap of your dress. When he touched you, you gasped slightly, his touch bringing you strange relief.

“Honey, do you know what this is?”

“No. What is it?”

“I knew something was off in that room when I saw the dust,” He seemed a little agitated by the sight of it, making you wonder if it was something that you should worry about. “It’s not just the cocaine but it’s mixed with an old product of his when he just got into the business. Some people call it sex pollen.” To you, that spelled disaster.

“And what does it do?”

“Well, you end up feeling hot, a little distracted, reallyneedy. It all varies on the person,” He was trailing around your chest, making goosebumps rise.

“And what are you feeling right now?”

“I’m feeling all of those things right now, and more. What about you?”

“About the same,” You were trailing your hand around his chest. But you weren’t sure if you should act on what you were feeling. Was this sex pollen that hard to ignore? And was it worth it to blur the lines of friendship over accidental sex pollen getting on the two of you? It was not a rational decision, and it took everything in you to pull away.

“Jack, we shouldn’t do this,” You were trying your best to look away from him, anything to make this easier on you since you were about two seconds away from throwing caution out of the window.

“I-I understand. They say that it takes a while for this to wear off so you can just stay in the bedroom until it’s done.” He retracted his hand and you missed the warmth from it.

“Okay. Goodnight Jack.” You went into the bedroom, closing the door and letting your back hit it. You shed off his jacket, seeing as that was where most of the sex pollen came from and you took off the wig since you were tired of how hot it was making you. The more you undressed the hotter you felt, the sex pollen getting to you more than you would admit. When you let your real hair down you knew that you were going to have a long night ahead of you, seeing that even if you shed off every layer you wouldn’t feel any relief until you took care of yourself.

You were about to take off your dress when you heard moans, and when you heard your name your jaw dropped. Jack couldn’t help himself and neither could you, the fantasy of him wanting you coming to life. You decided to open the door to look at him, to see if you weren’t imagining things. But the sight of Jack lightly stroking his cock, his shirt unbuttoned due to the heat rising, and his hat was off which let you see his hair that was always kept up in there. It was a sight to see nonetheless, but the words that came out of his mouth next were what made you touch yourself.

“Fuck…Y/N. I wish you were bouncing up and down on me. So wet for me, letting me stretch you…” You lifted your dress and slid your panties to the side to touch yourself, feeling that just the sight of him and hearing the things he wanted to do to you was enough to make you want him more than before.

“I would make you feel so good darlin’. Tasting that pretty pussy of yours,” You could faintly see the precum leaking out of him, coming out so much and getting on his hand as he started stroking faster.

“Fuck, if only I could fuck that pretty mouth. You would look so good making a mess for me. My girl all for me,” Before you could stop yourself you let out a moan, feeling yourself soaking your fingers. Jack saw you and jumped, fixing himself so he looked more presentable.

“Baby, were you watching me?” Jack watched you try to compose yourself as he walked up to you, trying to deny that you weren’t wishing that you were riding him on that couch just seconds ago.

“I’m sorry Jack. I-I didn’t mean to stop you. I’ll, uhm, go now.” You were getting ready to close the door when Jack put his hand on the door.

“No. You want this just as much as I do. You can’t deny that based on your fingers.” You looked down and saw your coated fingers, your slick running down a bit to which Jack grabbed your hand and brought it up to your eyesight.

“Did I do this to you?”

“Yes,” You were looking at how you couldn’t deny it anymore. If that was just from watching him get off, you could only imagine how much more it would be. He put your hand back down.

“Why’d you stop yourself if you wanted this the whole time?” His eyes were transfixed on you, not wavering like before.

“Because I was nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart,” He was backing you against the wall, “I just have you right where I want you, my pretty girl.” He kissed you, and you kissed him back with just as much passion, feeling all that caution fly out the window. Jack put his knee in between your legs to which you started to grind against him.

“Is that sex pollen getting to your head baby?” You nodded feverishly before kissing him again.

“God, I want you so bad.”

“I need you. I don’t just want you; I need you.” He was toying with the strap of your dress, slowly rolling it down to see every inch of you. You weren’t sure what was coming over him, the sex pollen or overall lust from prior moments but the heat rising to your face and the urge to give in made your brain turn into mush.

“It’s not just the sex pollen, is it?” He only shook his head no before he brought your coated fingers up to his mouth, getting a taste of you finally. He got the last drop before going to kiss your neck.

“Trust me, I’ve been wanting you since you caught me out of the shower and before that,” He was trailing down your neck, pulling your dress down to your waist.

“Fuck, I should’ve known,”

“Doesn’t matter now, I have you right where I want you darlin’,” He started looking at the blue push-up bra you wore for the mission. He unclasped the hook in the front, letting out a soft “fuck” when he saw your breasts.

“Could you be any more perfect,” He mutters to himself before sucking on one of them, making you grab his shirt a little.

“Baby,” You tried to speak but when he gently started to tug on the other, your mind went blank.

“I bet everything is heightened right now for you. Every touch, kiss, it’s making you feel so good.”

“I think these should come off fully, don’t you think?” You helped him pull down your dress, his eyes widening when he saw the matching panties that complimented your skin wonderfully. He pulled those off too, seeing how instinctively you opened your legs more when he got them off of you. He kissed your pretty thighs all the way up to where you needed him most and went at it without hesitation. You began to grip his hair and that only encouraged him to suck your clit more.

“You’re so good at this,” He was applying just enough pressure with sucking on your clit, not too fast and not too slow. He got up through and placed two fingers near your mouth.

“You know what I want you to do.” That was all he had to say before you were sucking those fingers, making sure it was nice and sloppy to show off.

“You really just want me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, don’t you?” You nodded before he pulled his fingers away and got back down to where he was before. He pushed those two fingers in slowly, watching you. His fingers fit inside you perfectly, and you began to imagine how his cock would feel. Slotting inside you, brushing against your spot, all while he was giving you his all. You began to tighten around his fingers the more you thought about it. He curled his fingers inside you making you let out a wanton sound that you were sure that you could make. He was bringing out everything that you didn’t know you had.

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” He was insistent on praising you, making you wetter every single time. He buried his face into you, determined to taste the sweet juices that he would be addicted to long after this time. Skillfully sucking your clit, making sure he was humming slightly to send the vibrations through you. Adding a third finger inside you because he wanted to make sure you could take him fully. And yet you opened up for him with ease, blooming the more the sex pollen took over. And with him curling his fingers and keeping his pace, you felt your first orgasm build faster than you could handle.

“Ah, I-I-“ Before you could finish he was already encouraging you to cum.

“I know baby. Cum for me,” He was right back down there making sure he could send you over the edge. And that he did, your back arching off the wall and goosebumps rising all over your body. You didn’t care how loud you were, just moaning his name over and over again to show that he was the only man that could do this to you. He pulled off of your clit, and you looked to see his messy hair and juices coating his mustache.

“I’m never getting enough of that.” He was ready to make you cum again with his mouth but you stopped him.

“Jack, why are you teasing me?”

“I’ve waited a long time for this to happen. As much as I want to bend you over and make you mine I want to tease you, pretty girl,” You were about to protest when he pulled his fingers out. “But I have all night for that. All night to touch every sensitive part of you, learn how to please you. Now, I just want to see how you’ll feel around me.” He pulled his pants down along with his underwear which made his cock spring out slightly. You knew that he was not small by any means, but to see it so close took you aback.

He brought up a hand to your cheek and kissed you lightly. “I’ll go slow, just for you,” He picked you up and brought you to the bed, laying you down gently. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve never been so sure about anything,” You pulled him in to kiss him again, feeling him press against you. He started to grind slightly against you, making his cock rub up and down against your pussy.

“B-Baby, please.” Your little whimper was all that he needed to push inside you, nice and slow, making you both gasp. He slowly pushed in and out, letting a hand get underneath you to pull you in.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Can’t help it,” Although he felt amazing inside you, the sex pollen was making you want more.

“Jack, please. I need more.” He did exactly what you wanted, going faster and you were looking at how he was basking in the moonlight, how he was letting go with you because he needed you just as much as you needed him. His hands move around to touch you, admiring all the curves and crevices of your body that he spent so much time dreaming about.

“You’re beautiful,” He was in love with the sight of you. You letting out every moan that escaped from your lips, sweat dripping down your body, the way the moonlight reflected off of you. He couldn’t get enough of you even if he tried which was why he bent down again to whisper in your ear the three words that would make you clench all around him again.

“Fuck, you’re mine,” He was definitely marking you as his, trailing down to suck on any part of you that he wanted to be visible to everyone. Those love marks were getting everywhere and he had no intention on stopping now.

“Yes, I’m all yours,” You were in a state of euphoria, wanting to just stay in this forever because of how good it was. His hands were splayed all over your body still, his shallow breaths and moans making you yearn for him more. You knew that with this there was no going back, and you loved it.

You let your hands go to his back, scratching a little because of the way he began to hit your spot. The way you moaned in his ear made him thrust into you a little harder. With the way all you could hear was Jack's little grunts as he was making love bites wherever he could and the way every time he thrusted into you, you could hear how wet you were, your orgasm was building just as fast as before. He pulled up to look at you, and the sight of him lusting over you was driving you insane.

“So fucking wet for me. That’s my girl.” Those words set you off and you clenched around him again, unable to control yourself.

“Oh you like that? You like it when I praise you for being such a cute little slut for me? Should’ve known you were into that. I should’ve known that all I had to do was praise you enough to get you right where I need you.” He looked down and saw how he was thrusting into you, the way he stretched you every time. He put his hand down there and began to rub your clit, light circles to tease you just enough. With that you felt the familiar bliss rising in you, your orgasm close yet far as you wanted to cum with Jack, maybe just let him cum inside you. You brought a hand up to his chest, seeing that golden skin glistening for you.

“Baby, I need to cum inside you.” He was rubbing your clit a little faster, those tight circles making your legs shake a little.

“Jack, yes you can cum inside me! Fuck,” You were barely getting the words out before your orgasm came, the pressure finally releasing and you finding relief in tightening all around him. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him in more, making sure he felt everything that he did to you.

“That’s it baby. That’s my good girl.” He was cumming with you, trying to talk you through it all the while filling you up completely. When he was done he kissed you and thrusted in a little more just to make you moan. He laughed at your reaction and kissed you once more before pulling out and laying right next to you. But you still felt like that wasn’t enough surprisingly.

“Jack, I still feel the same. Even more needy earlier. That should’ve tired me out, right?” You watched him inch down the bed and get in between your legs.

“Oh, that was the first round, honey. We have all night until this sex pollen wears off.” He was diving back down before you could respond, and you were threading your fingers through his hair knowing that by morning you would be completely worn out.

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The next morning you woke up, your hand draped a little on his chest. He had his hand on your waist, somehow pulling you closer to him even when there was no space between the two of you. He shifted a bit seemingly, turning to you and lightly brushing his hand against your cheek.

“Morning, beautiful.” You smiled at his sleepy voice and half-smile that was etched on his face.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” He placed a kiss on your forehead, making the heat rise up to your face. “Oh, someone likes that?” You playfully hit his arm and he laughed.

“You’re such a tease,” You studied his face, looking at how peaceful he looked laying next to you. The worry lines of his face were completely gone and the way his curls were coming in after refusing to get a haircut.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.”

“How original,” He sarcastically replies.

“You use cheesy lines like that too. Don’t start,” You thought about all the cheesy flirty lines he used on you before. But never did you think that he actually meant what he was saying to you in that way.

“Me? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Right. So you’re saying that you didn’t mind me looking at you out of the shower wasn’t a cheesy line?”

“Nope, that was me speaking from the heart.” He winked at you.

“You’re gonna make me throw up.”

“You love it,”

“You’re right, I do.” He kissed you gently, nothing like the kisses from last night that were hazy and lust-filled. This, no this was tenderness and love that you didn’t think you would get with him. But you loved it all the same.

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Still Here

Chapter 2

Summary: Flashback to your breakup with Timothée your senior year

C/W: Breakup

A/N: I have nothing against stay-at-home parents and homemakers. Both are their own noble full-time jobs. This is just a story about a young girl wanting to break free. And yes, the irony is not lost on me that the reader ultimately ends up in the exact situation she was running from in the first place.

Catch up on the previous chapter here.

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Life was stagnant in your small hometown in Tennessee. There was nothing to do, nothing to see except trees and buildings that had been around since the 1800s. The height of entertainment for teens like you was pasture parties or meeting your friends up at the Sonic drive-in for "happy hour." After high school, the boys usually either worked for the local steel mill or lumber yard. They may opt to continue their education through the area trade schools, but that was the exception, not the rule. The girls...well, the girls typically got married and had babies.

The townspeople were closed-minded traditionalists and stuck in old habits. Families, including yours, had lived there for generations. You were lucky to even find someone to date who you weren't related to by blood or marriage, and that was only because Timothée's family was a more recent addition to the town census.

You yearned for more. You were made for more. You felt it in your bones. You had no desire to be a doctor or a nurse, but you were fascinated by biology classes and a whiz in physics. And you wanted to help people. The school counselor fanned the flames by introducing you to biomedical engineering as a potential degree program.

You wore a groove in your dirt driveway with the number of times you walked to and from the mailbox every day, multiple times a day. The response letters from your numerous college applications were due in any time now. Your efforts usually yielded nothing except for bills or ads for your parents. But today, there was white envelope with your name, along with a blue and gold logo in the return address: UCLA.

Your hands shook. Your heart was about to pound its way out of your chest. The world silenced around you as your tunnel vision bore into the paper in your hands. You plunged a finger under the lip of the envelope to break the seal. You took a shuddering breath as you drew the paper out.

"Dear [Y/N] [L/N], we are happy to inform you..."

You didn't even finish reading before you started screaming and dancing in the driveway. Then you took off running back to the house to share the news with your mother.

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Your parents were proud of you, but of course, they were not eager to see you pack up and move across the country. You tuned them out until they said something about being in for a rude awakening because you didn't know what life was like out there, to which you said, "That's the whole point."

You grabbed your car keys and stormed out the door. You were determined not to let them kill your excitement. They just couldn't picture a life for you outside of their bubble. You drove around the backroads with your windows down and music loud, trying to drown out the replay of your parents' conversation. Without much thought, you eventually found yourself driving around the town square. You saw Timothée's truck outside of the hardware store. You checked the time - he should be finished with his evening shift soon. So you parked and walked over, lowering the tailgate to sit.

The two of you had been friends as long as you could remember and sweet on each other for years. You became an official item when you were sophomores and had been joined at the hip since.

Seeing the store's door open shook you from your thoughts. You saw him exit, head down and hands in his pockets. Right on time. You loved how his face lit up when he saw you across the street. He checked for traffic, then jogged over.

"Hey, baby! I wasn't expecting to see you tonight." He pecked your lips with his and placed his hands on your knees.

"Hopefully, it's a pleasant surprise," you replied with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk.

"Oh, very. The highlight of my day." He kissed you once more, deeper this time, and flashed that crooked grin you loved so much. "Though my curiosity is piqued by this unusual visit on a school night."

You held out the envelope for him to see. "I got in, Timmy. And they are awarding me a full ride! My parents won't have to worry about how to finance things and I won't have to take out student loans."

Timothée took the envelope in hand and brushed his thumb over the logo. "California, huh?" he asked quietly.

"Last I checked, that's where Los Angeles is located," you chuckled.

"You're serious about this, aren't you?" His brows were furrowed, and his typically full lips pressed into a thin line.

Your mouth fell open in shock. Why couldn't anyone just be happy and excited for you today? "Of course I'm serious. That shouldn't be a surprise. You even encouraged me to apply to out-of-state schools!"

Timothee held a hand to his forehead and stepped back. "Yes, because I didn't want you to wonder if you could get in. But, I didn't think you would seriously consider packing up and moving across the country if they accepted you!" he shouted and threw his hands in the air.

Your voice seemed like a whisper compared to his current tone. "If I don't leave now, I will never get out of here. I HAVE to get out of here. This place is a black hole. It eats your hopes, your dreams, your ambition. I have a lot to offer the world, and I can't do that from here. I don't want to be stuck, like our older friends, my cousins, my PARENTS. I'll just end up with a baby on my hip playing Suzie Homemaker and making nothing of myself."

"Starting and taking care of a family isn't nothing, [Y/N]. I thought...I thought we would be together forever. That WE would have that family."

"One doesn't preclude the other, Timmy. Come with me."

Timothée quietly scoffed as his eyes fell. "I have no prospects in California."

"And there's nothing for me here."

His head shot up in shock. The hurt was evident on his face. "Nothing? NOTHING?! Wow, [Y/N]."

"Timmy, that's not-"

"Just go, [Y/N]." His lip wobbled. "Obviously you think you are too good for this town. Too good for me. It's better that we call off...whatever this is...now so you can completely start over."

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Chapter 3

Masterlist

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[clouds-by-me]

"Helou, I was wondering if I could order Asano Gakushuu headcanons with a reader with the personality of Mitsuri Kanroji- it came to mind and I thought it would be a fun dynamic to watch- The 'perfect' student council leader and model student x Reader with a somewhat bubbly and clumsy personality"- obviously nothing spicy- more like pure fluff.

It's okay if you don't want to and you can just ignore this request- ^^"

Characters; Asano Gakushu

Au; Mitsuri! Reader[black coded reader, but anyone can read]

An| I hope you enjoy. Thank you for requesting<3 I really enjoyed making this though I had to restart this shot so many times just bc I didn't like it

Dating the most popular boy in your school was definitely...Something

Asano loves you don't get me wrong, but sometimes things get stressful for him because of the high expectations that are held for him so having a very sweet and caring s/o is just what he needs

Asano often parades you around

Not in a loud way but while walking around the school or just anywhere in general, he has his hand in yours or is always with you

He doesn't like being away from you, not really because he's clingy, more like he needs to watch who you talk to

Don't get me wrong he loves your charming and fun yet clumsy personality, but he has to make sure your not around those class-E students

Somehow you were transferred into class 3-A with him and your schedule also changed to match his...Strange...

The two of you get sooo many complements about how cute you look together

Many of your dates consist of shopping sprees and fancy restaurant dates because he only want you to have the best

He always keeps extra clothes and accessories just around so if you had to rush and don't really look the best that day he always has stuff for you to change into

He knows exactly what you like and where to get it from

I like to think that he'd be really protective of you

He knows how overly nice you can be and just doesn't want anyone to think that they can use you for their own personal gain

As your boyfriend he feels like he has to make sure everyone knows that the two of you are eating for so many reasons. The main ones being because he wants to make sure that your well respected and he's proud of you as well as your relationship

When they are having some competition with class E, he loves when your on the sidelines cheering for him

If he happened to lose that game he'll be really frustrated and felt like he let you down

He's not rely great with comfort of any kind. So if your having a rough day for some reason, his first reaction is to go get you something. Some items that he knows you like, it'll take like one conversation for him to understand that hugs or words of affirmation are sometimes better than gifts

He's not really used to any form of physical affection so it'll take time for him to get comfortable with hugging and wrapping around you, but once he does, he can't stop

Homeboy can't get enough of your touch and love

He's not really into PDA, but in private he's a big cuddle bug

I would say you made him a lot more a affectionate, and open. Bc we all know his dad ain't give him enough love

All in all he loves and adores you. He's really protective but you made him better and that's one of the many reasons why he loves you

Depending on what kinds of foods you like, I also think you widen his taste in food. We all know his dad wasn't feeding him any soul food, bc neither one of them got a care for the world or a soul

#At #assassination classroom #x reader #asana #asana Gakushu #Asano x readerAsana #reader insert #gn reader #asano x reader #Headlamps #hcs #headcanons

[ofstoriesandstardust]

devil doesn’t bargain (bradley “rooster” bradshaw”)

a/n: i don’t know what i did; i just wrote. i was proud of this one. and then i got carried away and it’s just. here you go. 

inspired by “devil doesn’t bargain” by alec benjamin

summary: as your best friend, Rooster wants what’s best for you. and he’s certain that guy isn’t it. it would have absolutely nothing to do with his romantic feelings that definitely aren’t there, thank you very much Phoenix. but he also doesn’t want lose you. however, he can’t sit back and watch what’s happening. if you won’t leave the relationship, he’s not sure there’s much of a friendship left to be had with you.

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: toxic and abusive relationships, my personal experience, swearing, Maverick has all the wisdom, references to physical abuse, explicit discussion of verbal and emotional abuse

word count: 7,673

Rooster hadn’t liked him from the very beginning. Despite Phoenix’s insistence that the reason was because of his own secret harboring of romantic feelings for his best friend, there was something about the guy that was off. The smile on your face didn’t quite reach your eyes when he was around. You seemed jumpy around him, always walking on egg shells. You were cautious in what you had to say when you were around him, like the wrong word or phrase would start a fight. Rooster didn’t miss the way you flinched whenever the man’s hand slid on to your thigh or an arm was put around your shoulders. 

These were signs only he saw; years of being your closest friend had taught him what to look for. Everyone else missed it, stating they didn’t see it. They were subtle enough that he began to think that maybe he was reading into things that weren’t there. And then you became quieter when you were around, unwilling to share much about your life. You stopped talking about your work, the passionate flame behind your eyes dying out. And then the guy stopped coming around the group altogether, bringing you with him. You made appearances less and less at group outings and when you did show, you didn’t seem really there. Rooster was hesitant to intervene, knowing you were an adult and could fight your own battles. He didn’t want to make calls about your relationship when there was little tangible proof something was wrong, nothing more than body language and a few missed group outings. And then you stopped answering his calls. 

-

Rooster wasn’t sure what he had done to receive the cold shoulder from you. Actually, he knew for a fact that he hadn’t done anything. But it’d been a week since you’d last picked up his call or answered his texts, this being the longest time you’ve gone without speaking to him (with the exception when you were on your respective deployments), and Rooster was fed up with it. The two of you’d been friends since childhood and he’d be damned if he’d let your friendship go down without a fight. He wasn’t about to let the girl he loved walk out of his life without knowing why you were leaving (although he had a strong suspicion). He showed up at your home unannounced, banging on your door. He was angry, but he was also worried. The two feelings were mixing together in a stomach curdling swirl in his stomach, making him nauseous. He raised his hand again to start knocking but you opened the door at that moment. You looked pale and like you hadn’t been sleeping. Your bottom lip was all chewed up, a sign you had been anxious. Rooster felt the concern overwhelm him as you looked behind you nervously and stepped outside to join him rather than inviting him in. You quietly shut the door and crossed your arms, as if to protect yourself. Protect yourself from what, he wasn’t sure. From him, maybe? From the conversation the two of you were about to have? He didn’t know, but he didn’t like how this was already beginning. He shoved his hands in his pockets, blowing out an angry breath. The silence stretched between the two of you as you stared at him. Finally you broke, shaking your head. “What’re you doing here Rooster?” 

“You haven’t been answering me.” You sighed at that, unable to meet his eye. 

“I think that maybe... maybe we need to take some space and time off from our friendship.” You muttered quietly, as his head began to spin. You sounded like each word was digging at your soul and Rooster had known you long enough to know that this wasn’t a decision you had come to on your own. Rooster scoffed. 

“Your little boyfriend in there putting you up to this?” He said, nodding towards your front door. You sighed, clearly exasperated. 

“Rooster, you have to admit that a friendship as close as ours is going to make any guy uncomfortable. And I really like him. I’m not saying we can’t be friends anymore but I just don’t think we can have a friendship like we do now. Some things have to change.” You didn’t deny his claim, didn’t deny what was happening. Rooster was gutted, ready to turn his back, say goodbye, and then- then he saw the hurt behind your eyes. Something he’d only know to look for because of the sheer time he had known you. He stared at you for a few more minutes, assessing the sight in front of him. Everything was screaming at him that something was off here, something was wrong, you weren’t okay. Finally, he nodded slowly. 

“Okay.” No. “Okay.” Not okay. “I’ll give you the space you want, alright?” What was he doing? You breathed a sigh of relief he didn’t think you knew were holding. 

“Thanks Rooster, I knew you’d understand.” No, he actually didn’t understand. He nodded, moving back a few steps. He turned back towards his truck, hearing you go inside and shut the door. He got into his truck and stared at his steering wheel, unsure as to what had just happened. That person he had just talked to wasn’t the girl he’d fallen in love with, a shell of the person she used to be. He sighed, and rubbed a hand over his face. He pulled away from your house and made his way to the Hard Deck. He’d talk to Maverick. He’d know what to do. He walked inside, the place relatively quiet for a Thursday and he sidled up next to the older man at the bar. Maverick glanced at him and chuckled. 

“You look like you’ve just been hit Bradshaw.” 

“Mav, I need your advice about something. It has to do with (Y/N).” He nodded gratefully at Penny for sliding him the beer. Maverick looked at him in surprise, worry glinting in his eyes. Maverick had known you for a long time, almost as long as Rooster had known you. 

“What’s up?” Rooster quietly began to explain to Penny and Maverick the situation he had found himself, starting from the very beginning of signs he wasn’t sure were there to what had happened just a mere hour ago. Penny looked at him with sympathy as Maverick whistled out a breath. Mav shook his head, clearly contemplating his words wisely. That made Rooster’s stomach sink. “Bradley, I don’t think there’s much you can do, besides be there for her.” Rooster went to protest, but Maverick held up a hand. “Let me finish. I know she says she wants space from you but I doubt that’s actually true. She needs to know you’re still there without knowing it, you know? Give her the space she wants, but don’t leave her entirely. Something is clearly wrong but you can’t force people to do what you want in situations like this, or you’ll isolate them and lose them forever.” Rooster nodded slowly, turning Maverick’s words over in his head. 

“Mav, I’m worried about her.” He whispered. “Like really worried.” Maverick nodded, rubbing his back sympathetically. 

“I know, kid. I know.” 

-

So, that’s what Rooster did. He swallowed his pride and concern and gave you the space you asked for. He checked in with you every once in a while, just to make sure you were okay. And okay, you were not. He watched as every single one of your friends distanced themselves from you, or cut you off entirely, not taking a liking to the new bitter, angry, distant girl who had once been their good friend. It’d finally come to a head one night outside the Hard Deck. You were in tears, probably from anger, as Rooster and Bob pulled Phoenix away from you as she yelled at you. Rooster had gone to comfort you after he got Phoenix settled inside the bar but you’d already left. Nobody heard from or saw you for a few days after that, until he had heard from the grapevine (one of the people who worked in Comms who was friendly with you) that your boyfriend was going on a trip out of town to visit family. He’d texted you, invited you out to a bar further off-base, and after a silent 33 hours from you, you’d agreed. You’d shown up late and sat down across from him at a table further in the corner. The bar was noisy, not too much, but enough to cover your conversation. He stared at you, unable to recognize the girl in front of him. He swallowed thickly, knowing what he was about to ask of you. He took a sip of his beer, noting you didn’t have one. “(Y/N), we need to talk.” He said, setting his beer down and folding his arms on the table. You didn’t say anything in response so he took that as his cue to continue. “I’ve tried to keep my mouth shut about this, ignore the signs, and not say anything. You’re an adult and can make your own choices. But I can’t hold my tongue anymore. I don’t like that boyfriend of yours, and I’m really worried about you. I don’t think he’s good for you. At all.” You continued to stare at him blankly. “If you’re going to stay in a relationship with him, then we can’t be friends anymore.” You cocked an eyebrow at that. 

“So, you’re giving me an ultimatum?” He shook his head. He knew you were gonna go there. “You know how I feel about ultimatums.” 

“(Y/N), I want you to wake up and see the wake of destruction this relationship has left in your life behind you. You have no friends left-”

“It’s not like you guys were welcoming to him in the first place!” He elected to ignore that, knowing the squadron had given him every chance and then some. 

"(Y/N), I’m not giving you an ultimatum. We’re not best friends anymore; we could hardly be considered friends. I’m giving you a choice. If you break up with him, you keep our friendship. Everything will be forgiven with the rest of the group. I know it won’t be easy but your friends will be here to get you through it. If you stay with him, you lose me and your last link to this group. You’re on your own. I’m not the only one whose raised these concerns and you know it. I can’t sit by idly and watch this happen to my best friend anymore. I won’t do it.” He said firmly. You stared at the coaster his beer was sat on, as if it had personally done this to you. He could see you blinking away the angry tears in your eyes. 

“But I love him.” Rooster sighed. Yes, that was the problem, wasn’t it? He pulled a five out of his wallet to pay for the beer, leaving it on the table as he stood up. He turned his back to you, knowing the door on your friendship had just closed. 

-

Rooster didn’t see you again until 3 months later. You’d asked to be reassigned to another squadron at TOPGUN and the team hadn’t seen you since. For being on the same base, you’d made yourself scarce, effectively disappearing. He walked into the Hard Deck, Phoenix and Coyote in tow after a successful day of training. He knew Hangman, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy were all on their way as well and he was looking forward to spending the night getting drunk and playing pool with the team. His laughter faltered as he spotted you at the bar with Maverick. He briefly heard you say to Maverick, “I just thought he’d change. For me.” He didn’t miss the way Maverick’s head shook. 

“People like that don’t change, no matter how much you love them.” Rooster stopped abruptly as he wondered what the two of you were talking about. Coyote ran into him as Phoenix paused mid-sentence as she spotted you. You turned to make eye contact with the three of them and he didn’t miss the flash of hurt cross your face as Phoenix narrowed her eyes and stormed past to the pool table. Rooster shook his head, turning towards Penny. He’d mourned his friendship with you, and wasn’t going to wasting any more time grieving the loss of a person who so ruthlessly cut people off. Phoenix might’ve ended the friendship with you but you’d been the one to end it with Coyote when he’d raised genuine concerns about your boyfriend so many months ago. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Coyote pause next to you. 

“Coyote, can we talk?” You asked quietly. The loud girl who's laughter once filled the Hard Deck was gone. Coyote shook his head. 

“Quite frankly, I’ve got nothing left to say to you.” Rooster saw you slowly shake your head. 

“I mean, yeah, that’s- that’s fair. I- yeah, I deserve that.” You muttered, tone so defeated Rooster chanced a glance at you. You looked like half of the person you used to be. Your hair was shorter and you seemed quieter. You were shrunk in yourself, seemingly trying to take up no space in the room. You must’ve felt his eyes on you because you looked up from where your gaze was settled onto the bar counter to meet his eyes. He looked away quickly, setting the beer down on the counter and turning to Penny, asking about Amelia. He heard Maverick protest at what was apparently your quick exit and he heard the door open and then close again, but he didn’t break eye contact with Penny, knowing what would happen if he did. Rooster wasn’t afraid to cry, Carole Bradshaw had raised him to always show his emotions, but he swallowed his tears nonetheless. He was done mourning you. He had to let you go. 

-

His plan to get drunk with the team had turned out to be a bust. Less than an hour after you’d left the Hard Deck, they’d gotten a storm warning for the area. It’d been drizzling most of the afternoon but the summer thunderstorms that sometimes made an appearance in San Diego could be brutal, and he’d much rather be at home for it than stuck at the Hard Deck. The team had gone their separate ways and he’d driven back to his home as the rain picked up. He settled in and was beginning to doze to the sound of the rain and thunder when he heard someone knocking on his front door. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Had he actually heard that? Was it the wind? A quick glance outside told him that it was possible something had been blown up in the wind and was hitting his door. And then it started up again and Rooster decided to investigate. Maybe someone was trapped outside in the rain, he thought to himself. He wasn’t sure what he was going to find but you on his porch, soaking wet and shivering, was not on the list of possibilities. He blinked at you once, and then twice, and yep you were still there. He didn’t think when he pulled you inside and didn’t think again as he pulled you towards the bathroom. You were dripping water all over the floor, which could be dealt with later, but he was more concerned that you were going to get seriously ill. Jesus, you wouldn’t stop shaking. He left dry clothes on the toilet and gestured to the now hot shower. He went to leave but you reached out for his wrist. “Rooster.” You said quietly, not meeting his eye. He took in your form fully for the first time, the way the water was dripping off of you, the way you were shivering, the way your grip was tight around his wrist as if it was the only thing keeping you upright. And in that moment he felt his heart break. You opened your mouth but couldn’t seem to find the words. “Do you want me to stay?” He whispered, anything higher feeling uncomfortable for the situation the two of you found yourself in. He was afraid if he spoke any louder you’d take back off into the storm and he wouldn’t see you again. Ever again. You nodded. 

“Please.” You whispered, eyes squeezing shut. “Please don’t leave me.” 

“Okay.” He whispered. “Okay.” He gently unwrapped your fingers from his wrist. “I’ll be just outside the door, I promise.” Any anger he’d had towards you was disappearing into the steam of the bathroom as he took in the broken girl in front of him. He wasn’t sure what had happened between when you left the Hard Deck and now but he was certain you couldn’t leave. Not just because of the storm, but because something was very, very wrong. He shut the door behind him and settled up against the wall next to it. He considered texting Maverick what was going on, but then Maverick would want to come over and with the storm, it wasn’t safe to drive. Had you driven? From the way you were soaked to the bone with rainwater, he doubted it. He wasn't sure if it that made him feel better or worse. He could hear the sounds of the shower and he breathed out a sigh, head leaning up against the wall. He shut his eyes, concern ebbing through him. He wanted an explanation. He needed to know what was going on. He wasn’t even sure where to start. When you finally opened the door some time later, he looked up at you. You flicked the bathroom light off and elected to sit across him in the hallway, feet just barely touching his. You were wearing a pair of his sweatpants and an old TOPGUN t-shirt from his training, the first things he’d grabbed for you. Under different circumstances, in another life, his heart would flutter at the sight of you wearing his clothes but now it just ached.  His arms rested on his knees as he looked at you expectantly. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, unsure of where to start. You looked conflicted and finally seemed to settle after a few moments. 

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked and he almost laughed. 

“That’s a loaded question.” He said, a bit harsh given the situation and he winced. “Depends. You gonna start explaining to me what the hell’s been going on?” You stayed silent, the rain pounding against the roof the only noise to be heard, the darkness of the night settling into the hallway. “(Y/N).” He said firmly, waiting until you would make eye contact with him. You finally looked up at him and he let out a deep breathe. “I want to help you, but I can’t unless you tell me what’s been going on.” He felt a little of his desperation bleed out into his words. He was angry and concerned, but he was also scared. In the years he’d known you, this had never happened, he’d never seen you like this. You looked away from him, gazing settling on the rug just next to his hip, finger picking at a loose string on the sweatpants. 

“We broke up.” You finally muttered and Rooster straightened up. “He dumped me, not that it should matter, but I’ve sort of been realizing what... what actually just happened to me.” 

“When?” He fired at you. Now probably wasn’t the time to play 20 questions but he needed to know. Needed to know how long he’d left you alone. 

“Like, two days after our conversation at the bar.” You chuckled bitterly. “Dumped me over text while he was still at home.” Rooster’s heart sank. “Gave me some ‘it’s not you, it’s me, I fell out of love’ bullshit. Apparently, he was actually just screwing his best friend.” Okay, okay, so now Rooster was angry. He wanted to hit that son-of-a-bitch. “Probably for the best.” 

“You said you’ve been realizing what happened to you.” You nodded. 

“I’ve been... realizing some things about our relationship. It’s making my head spin and I feel nauseous most days. I thought that maybe if I could fix things with the group then I’d find some peace but then Coyote and Phoenix rejected me like that and you wouldn’t look at me and I just-” You paused, tears overtaking you. He wanted to reach out for but he held back. You were clearly trying to process something, to vocalize it, and his brain was starting to come up with the worst. And then-

Son-of-a-bitch. “Did he hit you?” Rooster startled up off the wall, seeing red. You shook your head, looking back up at him. He settled back, but only slightly, the tension still evident in his tight shoulders. 

“No, no, but... well, I do think if we were together longer he’d have stopped taking it out on the wall and started taking it out on me, you know?” Rooster’s breathe caught in his throat as he heard your admission. “I’ve never said that out loud.” You whispered. Another silence took over as he stared you. “No, no I think he was abusive in different ways. He insulted you guys, telling me all about how much you sucked. Told me I was fake and everyone secretly hated me, but that it was okay because he liked me. He’d say the most hurtful things and then follow it up with a ‘kidding!’ and a kiss. He blamed me for everything that went wrong, for every fight. It was always me. He insulted my work, questioned why I was with the Navy. Questioned what I was doing with my career. He always had to one-up me. Everything was always better than I could do it or life was worse than what I was going through. He trivialized and dismissed everything I did and felt and I just- I don’t know why I stayed with him. I knew, knew, it wasn't good. I knew it when Coyote said something, I knew it when Phoenix said something, especially when you said something. I just-” You shook your head, lost. “There’s a word for what he did, I know it, but I also don’t understand how stupid I am for getting into that relationship in the first place, for ignoring everything, and for staying- I know, well I thought, I was smarter than that but guess not.” This time when Rooster itched to reach out for you, he didn’t stop himself. He pulled you in between his legs, arms wrapping around your upper body. You broke down in his arms as he pulled your head to his chest so you could hear the beating of his heart.  He brushed a hand through your slowly drying hair, the other hand coming to rub small circles into the soft skin of your shoulder. Rooster leaned his cheek against the top of your hair as you cried. He listened to the rain outside, eyes shutting briefly. He was so angry, but only at himself. He’d known something was wrong and he’d left you to deal with the aftermath on your own. 

“You are so intelligent. So so intelligent. I’m constantly impressed every time I see you fly and I miss you up in the sky with me, miss having you as my wingman. You’re clever. You make Hangman shut up when his ego gets too big. You’re so kind. Just, pure kindness. You make everyone feel welcome and special just by walking into a room. Your laughter is just contagious. I love the way you’re eager to challenge someone, the glint you get when one of the guys challenges you. The way you and Phoenix don’t take shit from anyone, man, I wish you could see it. The two of you were an unstoppable team. The relationship you have with Coyote? C’mon, I wish we had a friendship like that. You’re so much more than he made you believe you were, I promise.” He shifted away from you slightly, hands coming to grasp your face. “I need you to know that. It’s important to me that you know that.” His eyes searched yours as you looked at him. The secret he’d kept for so long, that he was in love with you, was threatening to tumble over. But he knew, knew, that now was not the time. Even if you felt the same, you needed to heal. You needed to find yourself again. 

“I want to believe you so badly.” You whispered. “But I can’t-” He shook his head, bringing you back to his chest. 

“It’s okay.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He’d spend everyday making sure you knew it. 

-

It’d had been another 4 months of Rooster slowly rebuilding his friendship with you before he told the others or Maverick. It had been hard at first but after a little while, as the two of you learned to trust the other again, things fell into place. And then he started bringing you back around into the group. The first time had been brutal with Coyote staring daggers into Rooster’s back the whole night and Phoenix storming out, but Bob had stuck it out and made an effort. He got you to genuinely laugh and Payback seemed to relax as you challenged him to a game of pool. You lost of course, but Fanboy had been rooting for you whole time nonetheless. Hangman seemed pleased when your responded to his flirting with a witty remark like you used to rather than a straight up insult, or worse, the cold shoulder, like you had done near the end of the fallout with the group. You settled back in easily after that, despite Coyote and Phoenix’s resistance. It just felt right. 

It’d been another 2 months before the universe gave him the best set of cards he could ask for. Fritz had decided to leave the squadron, citing a need to move back home, and it had opened up a position for you. He knew Admiral Simpson had asked you personally because, well, because Maverick told him (even though he probably wasn’t supposed to). You’d accepted and you were back to flying with the team. You’d settled right back in and it was like you’d never left. Well, kind of. 

Coyote had stopped with the verbal resistance, tolerating your presence, but Phoenix seemed to take every opportunity to insult your flying. You took it in stride, better than he probably would’ve, but it continuously got worse as you didn’t feed into it. Phoenix, as much as he loved her, was being childish and Hangman had said as such over the comms. Rooster (and Hangman, because you’d gotten drunk one night and told him and Bob the truth) knew that if Phoenix knew what had really happened, she’d change her tune real quick. Rooster, Bob, Hangman, and Maverick had all pleaded and begged with you at differing points to tell the squadron what had happened, but you were adamant you genuinely earn your way back into the group, not because they took pity on you. Hangman scoffed at that but no one had done anything about it. Rooster was getting close though because if he had to hear Phoenix insult you one more time, he was gonna lose it. “Bradshaw.” He heard Maverick say firmly over the comms. Oops, did he say that out loud?

“Yes.” You said, in a bemused breath as you flew up next to him. 

“Oh. Well, I’m not sorry.” He stated. 

“Yeah? Well, at least I’m not a bitch who throw away all her friends for some shitty guy.” Phoenix’s voice came over the comms. 

“Lieutenant Trace.” Maverick said firmly. 

“Mav-” You started. 

“No, you know what? Everybody’s planes down. Now.” 

“It’s fine Mav, really-” 

“That wasn’t a question Lieutenant, it was an order. Planes down on the ground now. It’s past time we have a discussion.” Rooster heard the yelling before his plane ever even landed. Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote were all huddled on the tarmac, moving towards Phoenix’s plane. He watched you carefully as you pulled off your helmet, watching the way the team crowded around Phoenix’s plane yelling at her. Even Bob was lecturing her as she climbed out of the plane. Rooster watched as you debated whether or not to stay for the ensuing argument and then Maverick was storming over to Phoenix and oh no this wasn’t good. 

She stood next to her plane, helmet in her hands, as her gaze remained defiant in the face of Maverick’s lecture of “teamwork” and “camaraderie” and “for the love of God grow up Trace”. Rooster watched silently as Coyote turned to you, walking the few paces to where you hung back. He watched Coyote reach out to you and he saw the way you debated throwing him off and turning around. But then Coyote said something he couldn't hear and then you were crying and Jesus fuck now everyone was paying attention to the two of you instead of Phoenix and Mav. Rooster pushed himself off his plane as you collapsed into Coyote’s arms but he didn’t miss the way Phoenix visibly softened looking at the sight of you. Rooster decided it was time he intervene, making his way over to you, gently putting his hand on your shoulder. You pushed him off, heading for the locker room, still crying. Phoenix followed after you, not without both Hangman and Payback reaching out to stop her, but they were waved off by Coyote.

“This needs to happen.” Coyote said seriously, turning to the group. “Nat needs to hear it from her.” 

“Hear what?” Fanboy asked, head swinging between Coyote and Rooster. 

“How much of a piece of shit her ex-boyfriend was.” Hangman grunted, arms crossed. 

“Oh, well we all know that.” Payback said, settling next to Rooster. 

“No, he’s like really a piece of shit.” Bob said and the group turned to look at him. “I mean, he is. Would you disagree?” He asked, turning to Maverick. The man shook his head. 

“Motherfucker, did he hit her?” Payback swore and Rooster shook his head. 

“Did way worse. Fucked her up super bad mentally. But we shouldn’t even be talking about this because it’s not our place to talk about it.” He hissed, looking firmly at Bob and Hangman. 

“Bradley, I hate to say this, but it was gonna come out eventually.” Maverick said, sidling up next to him. “Look, it’s been a long day. Let’s all just go hit the showers.” The team nodded, heading towards the direction of where you and Phoenix had just gone. Maverick clasped a hand on Rooster’s shoulder and he looked up at him as everyone else left. “She’s gonna be okay.” He whispered. 

“I know.” Rooster shrugged, kicking at a rock. “But I hate that we all just left her alone. She was clearly crying out for help. Can’t help but blame myself a little bit.”

“Rooster.” Maverick said firmly. He looked up to meet his mentor’s eyes. “It’s nobody’s fault but that assholes, you understand me? Guys like him, they do whatever they can to isolate the people they want to hurt. They’re ruthless and everyone becomes a casualty.” Rooster nodded, the words settling into his brain. “Now, for the sake of this team, let’s hope her friendship with Lieutenant Trace is repairable.”

-

You’d met Coyote at your TOPGUN program. The two of you had graduated the year after Rooster’s class and had been inseparable ever since. You’d met Phoenix six months later, being assigned to her squadron. The two of you made an impeccable team up in the sky. While no friendship would ever quite rival his with you, Rooster had to admit that Phoenix and Coyote were really good for you. It’s the reason he hated hearing you say all those things to Coyote that night on the beach, hearing all the things Phoenix had fired back at you months later. And he’s still not sure what Coyote had said to you that day or the tarmac, or what had gone down in the locker room between you and Nat, or if you’d ever have the same friendships back with either of them, but Rooster would settle for peaceful. You’d seem to reach an unspoken truce with the two of them, and them with you. And so the team settled back in, going back to normal. Things might not be the same as they were before but they certainly were better than the in-between period and Rooster would take better. He watched as you slowly came back to yourself, stronger than ever. He watched you heal and grow, leaving the boy who’d broken you in your past. And Rooster was slowly working up the courage to confess his feelings but chickened out at the last second every time. He’d just gotten you back, and he didn’t want to put himself in position were he might lose you again. He also knew that Hangman was betting money on when it would happen with Payback and Fanboy but he was pretending that wasn’t happening. So that’s how things went. The team training and flying missions and laughing together and Rooster doing a dance around his definitely not requited feelings. It became comfortable. 

And then you saved Phoenix’s life during a mission and everything changed again. 

-

Rooster was standing in the comms room, listening intently to what was happening. It’d been a small mission, not a big deal, which is why only you, Phoenix, and Bob had been selected for it. And then things had gone wrong, and your comms had gone out, and now Phoenix and Bob were being shot at and quickly running out of ammo. His eyes squeezed shut as he stood next to Maverick, having flashbacks to what they had gone through. His nails squeezed into his palm as he felt Mavericks grip on his shoulder tighten. He felt dizzy and short of breath, feeling like his feet had been knocked out from under him. He knew Coyote was stood next to him, Hangman on the other side of Maverick, as Payback and Fanboy waited on the deck as stand-by. Why weren’t they sending Payback and Fanboy? He wasn’t sure what had happened to your plane either and Rooster was trying really hard not to panic but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He prayed, promised whatever God was out there, that he’d tell you the truth about how he felt about you if you just came home to him. Things began to sound dire as Bob and Phoenix started to say their goodbyes to their team, and Rooster’s ears were ringing, and then- 

“Lieutenant Trace, looks like you could use a little help up there.” Rooster’s eyes flew open as your voice came on over the comms. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he had a suspicion you were currently shooting hostile bogey’s out of the air. Bob’s shaky voice came across now too. 

“Ace, I’ve never been so happy to hear your voice.” 

“Aw now Bob, don’t be saying such nice things to me. I might get an ego as big as Hangman’s.” You teased. Rooster let out a laugh and he could hear Hangman laugh as well. 

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Bob stated, laughing alongside you.  You chuckled. 

“Alright you two, that seems to be the last of them. You ready to be escorted back to the land of the living?” 

“Am I ever.” You and Bob chatted the rest of the way back to the carrier, and if he hadn’t just witnessed it himself, he would’ve though the two of you were old friends catching up over coffee rather than having just escaped death. However, Phoenix remained quiet. If you noticed, you didn’t acknowledge it. When you and Bob both announced your landing, the team took off for the landing strip, joining Fanboy and Payback as they raced over to your planes. You saw Rooster first, smiling when you saw him. You took off your helmet and slid out of your plane. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Phoenix storm past Bob and Maverick, striding towards you. He heard Coyote let out an “oh shit” when Phoenix threw her helmet on the tarmac and your smile faltered as you saw Phoenix storming over to you. And then Phoenix was attacking you in a hug and you were stumbling back with weight of the whole girl being thrown against you. Payback had been closer, reaching out to steady you. Your arms hesitantly wrapped around Phoenix, eventually giving her a tight hug. The group stood there for a moment as Maverick and Bob made their way over. Phoenix finally pulled away, keeping her hands placed firmly on your shoulders. 

“You saved my life. Why did you do that?” She asked incredulously. You laughed nervously. 

“Because you’re my team mate? And I wasn’t gonna let you and Bob die?”

“Yeah, but I’ve said horrible things about you. Horrible things to you. I don’t-” Deserve it. Phoenix’s sentence stopped as her eyes searched yours. Rooster wasn’t sure what she was looking for but he could guess. 

“Phoenix, all of that has been forgiven. I was never mad about it in the first place, you know that.” Phoenix shook her head, seemingly giving up her search for whatever she was looking for on your face. She pulled you into another hug. “C’mon, did you really think I was gonna let you and your WSO die?” 

“I didn’t!” Bob protested indignantly, and you laughed. 

“I would’ve deserved it.” Phoenix said firmly and you pulled away to look her in the eyes. 

“Nat, no, c’mon, none of that.” Phoenix pursed her lips, a small smirk beginning to form. 

“Are we still best friends?” You nodded, rolling your eyes. 

“Forever and ever baby.” You said, laughing as you wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Phoenix turned to Hangman with a glint in her eye. 

“You hear that, Bagman? We’re back and this time we’re unstoppable. Better watch out.” Hangman groaned as you laughed. Phoenix let you go, releasing you into Rooster’s awaiting hug as she turned to pull Bob into a hug. Rooster held you close, for much longer than was probably appropriate, but he was just glad you were real and you were here. Coyote eventually pulled you from him and Phoenix pulled him into a hug. 

“Lieutenant Trace, it’s good to have you back with us now that you’ve pulled the stick out your ass.” He muttered and she flicked his forehead. 

“Well, Lieutenant Bradshaw, it’d be nicer if you’d pull your head out of your ass and tell her.” 

-

Three days later and the carrier had docked back at the Miramar base. A celebration at the Hard Deck ensued and several hours later, watching you sing to the Taylor Swift song with Bob someone was playing through the speak Penny had finally bought, Rooster found himself itching to tell you everything. As the song ended, you made eye contact with Rooster and he nodded to the porch of the Hard Deck. You nodded, excusing yourself from the group and joined him out there. You shut the door behind you, the loud music and cheers now becoming muffled. He held out his hand and you took it, smiling at him. “C’mon, I wanna go for a walk.” The further you got from the boisterous club the quiet it became and Rooster enjoyed the sounds of the ocean crashing on to the shore. You leaned up again his side and he looked down at you, feeling his heart fluttering. “(Y/N), I need to tell you something.” You looked up at him expectantly. 

“Yeah?” He looked down into your eyes and braced himself. He was grateful for the time he had gotten to spend with you, no matter the outcome. 

“(Y/N), I’m in love with you.” He heard your soft gasp as you stood up straighter. “I- I’ve been in love with you since we were teens and I just- I resigned myself to be just friends and then you dated that asshole and I just- I can’t keep this from you anymore. And if you don’t feel the same way, we can just pretend I never said anything, but I, uh, I needed to tell you.” 

“Rooster.” You whispered and he felt his heart sink. 

“It’s okay, you know what, don’t worry about it. Just- just forget I said anything, yeah? I’ll see you inside.” He said, letting go of your hand and heading back up towards the bar. He was biting back the tears, not wanting to make you feel bad. You’d been through a lot and-

“Rooster?” You called out. “Rooster.” He kept walking, not wanting to come face to face with your pity. Your voice was following him but yet he kept walking through the sand, desperate to disappear back inside the Hard Deck. “Bradley.” You’d caught up to him, rounding off in front of him, effecting cutting him off. He spotted the crew gathered on the deck not too far away but then he looked down to you and they were forgotten. “I don’t understand.” You said, confusion written all over your face. He shook his head. 

“I don’t know what there is to not understand.” 

“Um, how about, why?”

“Why what?” 

“Why me? I mean Bradley, you’re fucking Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. I know how girls here look at you, I know you can have the pick of your litter. So why do you want me, of all people? Like I don’t-”

“Why do I want you? (Y/N), because you’re you! You’re kind and you risk your neck for your team mates even when they’ve been assholes to you and you always make an extra cup of tea for Amelia and you keep me in check and you’re an amazing pilot and you’ve been my best friend for years and because you have the sweetest laugh and your eyes just light up and you always ask Bob to play cards with you when he’s had a long day and you never let anyone feel alone and because you’re the first to take any challenge the Navy throws at you and there’s so many reasons to love you. I’m sorry that that guy made you think otherwise, but I will stand out here on this god damn beach all night listing them if I have to to make you believe it.” You stared at Rooster and you still looked genuinely baffled. He moved closer to you, not realizing he’d taken a few steps back during his rant. “(Y/N), you’re fucking perfect in every single way. You deserve the world, nothing less.” He whispered, voice honest and raw. You looked up at him, emotion filling your face. He pushed back your hair that had been blowing in the wind. “I’m gonna kiss you now, if it’s okay.” You nodded and he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. It was sweet and short and then he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I’ll have you know, I’m terrible in relationships. You know what happened last time.” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, I have feeling this is gonna be different.” 

“How so?”

“I’m not letting you go ever again.” He whispered, placing another kiss to your lips. This one was longer and deeper. Your hand found his waist as he held your face. The moment was ruined however, by the team cheering not too far away. The two of you broke apart, turning towards them. 

“Fucking finally!” Phoenix shouted. You groaned, resting your head on his chest. 

“She’s drunk.” He remarked and you scoffed. 

“Obviously.” He looked back down at you, humor now gone. 

“I promise that I’ll spend the rest of everyday making sure you know you’re loved. I’m not going anywhere so long as you’ll have me here. I’m in love with you baby, and I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.” You hummed. 

“You know what I realized?” 

“What?” He asked nervously, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“You never let me give you a response.” He felt his heart falter, afraid everything was gonna be ruined. 

“Let me down easy.” He whispered, eyes closing again. You chuckled. 

“Okay.” And he braced himself for the blow that would never come. “Bradley Bradshaw, I have been in love with you since I was 15 and you gave up your date to Homecoming because no one asked me and you took me to In’N’Out and the drive-in instead.” His eyes fluttered opened up again, looking at your earnest face. “And I continued to be in love with through my TOPGUN program and then when we were stationed on opposite sides of the world. But you never showed signs of reciprocating so I started dating that asshat just to get my mind off of you but maybe I should send him a thank you card because without him, we never would’ve found ourselves here. He clearly saw it before we did.” His fingers tightened from where they were placed on your waist as he groaned. 

“Don’t even joke about that.” You chuckled, leaning your forehead back up against his. 

“Not talking to you those months were hell and I never want to go back.” 

“Never have to, sweetheart.” 

“Good, because I’m in love with you too and I don’t think I ever want to stop.” It was your turn to initiate the kiss and he smirked against your lips. 

“Maybe we should send that asshole a thank you card.” You pulled away, eyes narrowing at him. 

“It’s only funny when I joke about it Bradshaw.”

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