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velvetures · 9 months

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Hi!!! I saw your post about taking some requests so I thought that I'll give it a shot. If it's possible, could you maybe do a Captain Price one? I haven't seen a story about him yet on your page, so I hope that this request can finally add one to your masterlist.

So here it goes: A Price x virgin!reader one. I feel like he's the type of guy to be really gentle and slow when he realizes that the reader is inexperienced, mostly due to his calm and caring nature. But once they start to get comfy, he'll get kind of rough in some way? And aftercare, I just know that this man would be an expert at it. Would help in washing them up in a tub or even cooking them a meal after. I could see that he's also a sucker for cuddles and just being close to them in general.

So yeah, I really hope that you'll consider this request and possibly write something out of it. If not, that's totally okay!!

Side note: I just wanted to say that I love your stories and that it brings me comfort, too:))

I Knew, Sweetheart

A/N: I'm so sorry this is so fucking looonngg!! I just couldn't get it right and I ended up going for "better is more" in the hopes that it'll hide the god-awful writing. :( Anyways, please don't burn me at the stake. It's my first Price fic, and I've still not got his voice or character dialed in. Summary: Reader is Price's gf, and while they've been together for a little while... sex hasn't come up. Nor the fact that the reader is a virgin!. Reader goes about bringing it up a little unconventionally, and things progress. T/W: virgin!reader, fem-reader, NS/FW 18+ ONLY, p-in-v sex, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that IRL), established relationship, a little bit of an age-difference?, cursing?, first-time anxiety?, aftercare, probably missed something else. proofreading is for people w/ friends of which I have none.

John Price set himself apart from most of the men that he often worked alongside when it came to matters of his personal life and the ways in which he operated. A lot of people would often make jokes, saying it was nothing more than his being an “old man” who couldn’t adjust to the newer ways of life. But fuck, he wasn’t that old when it came right down to it, and yes he liked going along with the traditional ways specifically when it came to relationships, at least when he had the chance to. He’d been a lot younger at one point, not seeing how detrimental his actions could’ve been affecting the women he associated with or spent a few hours in bed with just to leave without another word sent their way.

Captain Price knew he’d made many mistakes when the heart was involved. He threw away a lot of advice he’d been given growing up -some good and some bad- all because he thought he knew better or had enough intelligence to figure it out as he went. Much of that changed when he started realizing that he wasn’t fulfilled in the slightest. For a few years, he was bitter over the emptiness. Not understanding where it came from or how the fuck he could get rid of it. Unraveling layer after layer like a frayed pair of jeans, John kept questioning how he’d come so far just to be that alone. Praying his mistakes hadn’t destroyed his chances of finding a little sliver of humanity outside of his work to motivate him. Keep him sane in the most bitter of hours, and soft when everything and everyone else around him kept adding brick after brick into never-ending, emotionless walls.

Then you showed up out of nowhere, sitting on a barstool in one of the pubs he frequented when he had some time away from his work. Close to home and nowhere near busy enough to call a bar or club; John immediately thought you looked like you’d taken a wrong turn and wound up in an old man’s hangout. It took him a few hours of watching out of the corner of his eye to finally weigh the options of being shot down, or possibly making something out of a whole lot of nothing. His offering to buy you a drink led to taking a few puffs off of his cigar outside. From there he learned just about everything about you within the first few weeks of seeing you or calling here and there.

You liked to talk, a lot. Something John was thankful for since he developed a bad habit of just staring at your pretty face instead of listening like he knew too. Fuck it made him feel ten years younger. And that was something else that made your relationship feel unusual to the Captain. More than six years in age difference didn’t sound all that significant on paper. Yet it was more interesting than either of you thought it would be initially. Aside from just simple pop culture references and enjoyment of music and other low-stakes things, your lives were on different paces. John was stable… at least as stable as his work allowed for. While you’d finally got the job you’d been dreaming of, and hadn’t been working for a full year when you met him. Everything all together challenged John, and you as well, with figuring out what you wanted from each other. How you planned -or wanted to- go about making that happen. And if being serious was something that you shared an interest in.

A few months of going on dates and John walking you home was traded for him sharing half the dresser drawers in his bedroom with you. He was gone nearly all of the time, which put a damper on things but he liked having peace of mind that you were safe and in his home. Besides, it was a short drive from his house to your work and you could stop paying half your paychecks on rent and start saving it up for anything you really wanted. At least… anything John hadn’t already bought or given you. Well… there was one thing John hadn’t given you. And it began gnawing at your mind harder and harder every time he went away for a mission and came home without the slightest inclination to do more than give you a kiss.

John Price still hadn’t asked or hinted at wanting to have sex with you.

At first, you thought it was refreshing. Seeing a man old enough and patient to understand that sex wasn’t just given but earned. Yet every time you thought there would be a moment after a date or a ‘welcome home reunion’ where he’d finally bring up the topic, your expectations fell short. Plenty of excuses floated around your brain, including the more rational ones: he was just very respectful. While others were much more self-conscious and saddening: he was getting it somewhere else, or he could see that you weren’t experienced. The age-old struggle of being a virgin past the age of eighteen.

Too old for half the population, and far too young and inexperienced for the others. Sheltered didn’t describe you. You had toys and knew how to give head as well as having been on the receiving end. But going “all the way” eluded you by some miracle or curse. Looking at John in comparison to yourself was just as attractive as it was intimidating. You knew better than to think he didn’t know his way around the bedroom. He was just too smooth. Far beyond any man, you attempted a relationship previously. You wanted to think he respected you, but at the same time, waiting for much longer for him to make a move just felt like another eternity you lacked the patience and confidence to endure. So after a long night of overthinking and wondering how you could even go about bringing it up, you made a decision that when he got back home from his latest mission, you’d be the one to bring it up.

God your hands were sweating. He was supposed to have been home two hours ago and there was still no sign of his truck in the driveway or a single message from him on the phone you had gripped between your damp palms. Everything had been just fine all day, until the sun began to set over the hillside in the backyard, leaving you less than six hours away from John coming through the door. Worried didn’t even begin to explain how your stomach was tied in knots with a low burning fire in your throat. John had been nothing short of perfect -save for being gone so often- and you knew there wasn’t a single reason for you to be so overwhelmed at the mere thought of being an adult and asking him to have sex with you. Of course… You made up your mind to omit that you’d never done it before and just hoped the Captain would be too preoccupied with something else to notice.

Noticing the details quickly got turned around on you when the front door creaked open on its hinges and you hadn’t the slightest clue that John was standing halfway through the threshold with bags slung over his back and a small look of curiosity on his face. His pretty little thing, sitting on the couch with her arms wrapped around her bent knees and a deep stare somewhere far away from the both of them. He had to admit it wasn’t the first time he had caught you sitting with your eyes “comfortable” as you liked to call it; however, it was the first time he’d seen you wearing something quite that lacy for no damn good reason before.

Some kind of black, strappy, and frilly little number. It hardly left anything to the imagination, and John had to force himself not to go into deep thought about how you’d even got into the thing without instructions. It made your figure that much more eye-catching, and after staring at nothing but rain and mud for two weeks you were a sight for sore eyes. Even a Captain had to admit his biggest weaknesses to overcome himself and improve, but he wasn’t sure in that second if he could ever overcome -much less forget- how divine you looked. Honestly, he didn’t even know you owned it to begin with. But by the way, you kept spinning your phone in your hand, he had the vague gut feeling that you had something on your mind. A little more than dinner or fussing over the possible injuries he could’ve sustained while gone.

“Waiting on someone?” He asked lowly, trying his best not to startle you too much. Right away your eyes locked on his and widened. Almost like a little rabbit cornered by a fox and no hole to scurry into. He watched a flash of sudden panic overtake you and how quickly you reached for one of the throw blankets at the end of the couch to hide behind. Price chewed his tongue, forcing himself not to smirk at you at the moment. Wanting so badly to tease you a little bit for looking so sexy in that bodysuit, but acting nothing short of the little shy church girl getting kissed on the cheek for the first time.

“J-John,” Your voice sputters on his name a bit, forcing a smile to his face. He couldn’t help it after being away for this long without the chance to hear you even over the phone for a few minutes. “You’re home a little late.”

He nods, guilty. “Delayed flight. Weather kept us from movin’ out on time.”

Careful, he dropped his bags off at the front door without the slightest concern about how long they’d sit there. More important things were swirling around in his head. Trying to decipher if you were planning something and just backed out, or if you just needed a little bit of coaxing to not be so shy. Hostage negotiation wasn’t something he thought would ever come in handy when it came to interacting with you, yet John found himself rounding around the chairs on the other side of the living room from you, and planning each step he made to ensure he didn’t spook you. That lingerie wasn’t for nothing, and he desperately needed to know what you planned on doing with it.

He licked his lips, taking a steadying breath. “What’s under the blanket, sweetheart?”

You swallowed thickly, “N-nothing… I thought - I hoped it’d look nice,” Fumbling pathetically for an excuse, you finally spit one out all under the very soft and lightly amused eyes of one John Price. “It doesn’t fit.” The second it left your lips, you internally cursed yourself.

John’s eyebrows raised, instantly grabbing onto that loose thread and pulling on it. “I’m sure you’re wrong about that…” He came closer, standing just in front of you on the couch with his hands on his hips. “Come on, why don’t you let me have a look? I’ll give you a second opinion.” His words made your heart stutter, and you weakly shook your head in response.

“I should just return it.” You mutter, scooting over to the side of him and attempting to sneak off with your protective blanket.

You’re not even close to getting away from John when he chuckles, one arm curling around your shoulders and the other getting a firm grip on the material you’re hiding under. Naturally, you don’t exactly fight to get away. But a furious blush breaks out over your cheeks and neck, feeling the preverbal trap tightened around your throat. He’s turning around and sitting down on the couch with a nonnegotiable silent order for you to take a seat straddling his lap. That alone is enough to drive you up a wall with anxious feelings. Not that you’d never sat on his lap before -actually it was quite common- but under these circumstances, there was a lot more than just a little bit of heat passing between the both of you. Very slowly, John found the edge of the blanket and slipped a hand under, searching out for your skin and eventually landing on a little bit of the lacy material stretching in a high cut over your hip. You can actually see his eyes darken, tracing along the hemline and mentally picturing what was under his fingers. Touch alone was making you squirm, avoiding eye contact and trying to keep quiet so as not to embarrass yourself even more than you already felt.

“Oh, sweetheart… fits like a fuckin’ glove.” He whispers lowly, hand palming your asscheek and toying with the thin little string that disappeared into the cleft.

“It’d be a shame for you to get all dressed up… go through all this trouble… then not let me see your hard work.” His voice lulled slow and steady, swaying your fears just enough for you to feel your head nod up and down a couple of times before letting the blanket fall off your shoulders and pool on Price’s lap. The front of the bodysuit had been well-hidden up until now, with you sitting so lady-like in his lap. But the thin straps just crossing around your tits and holding them up without a single stitch of material covering them totally, John thought he’d been shot right through the chest. Between the innocent look in your eyes, and that damned outfit making you appear about as sinful as hell, he couldn’t keep from letting out a low growl and squeezing your ass just hard enough to make you gasp.

“This is what you were trying to hide?” His breathlessness couldn’t be masked, nor could the frequent shift in his eyes between your practically bare chest and eyes. John chuckled, hands drifting towards your hips and up to rest on each side of your ribs. Pushing your tits together just a little bit, almost bewitched by the sight of you like that on his lap. “Oh, you’re such a pretty girl…” He muttered, almost to himself.

Shifting in his lap, you tried to keep your growing arousal and nervousness under control. Each touch set you on fire, and with John moving this slow you couldn’t be sure you’d live long enough to see another day. It was too good feeling a man actually appreciated a woman in front of him. Not just finding the small bits and pieces he preferred and overlooking the rest. You knew being nervous was natural, but the more John rubbed and soothed, it was getting harder and harder not to whine or ask him for just a little bit more to satiate you. Right away, John’s eyes darted up to you, and something you couldn’t quite describe flashed through his eyes just long enough for him to lip his lips and sit up a little straighter, pulling you to sit straddling just one of his thighs.

“I think I know what you want, sweetheart.” He smiled so damn affectionately that it made your heart jump. “But just so I know… why don’t you go ahead and tell me, that way I don’t miss anything. I don’t like to disappoint.” Toying with the zipper of his sweater, you suck in a nervous breath to steady your nerves.

“I want you to, have sex with me.” You hardly whisper the second part, still drawing your own attention towards anything minute that could serve as a focal point with your body shaking so badly.

“Hmm…” His thoughtful hum sends shivers up your spine, and the feeling of his hands massaging your hips makes it hard to breathe. “So I was right,” A smile crosses his face. “Well then, how about you go ahead and take care of this.” He growls a little, his fingers slowly tracing over the barely-there strip of fabric covering your core, already soaking wet with your arousal. Your little moan slips out before you can even try to cover your mouth, and John’s fingers slip away like he was purposefully trying to be mean and deny you a taste of relief.

“John, please…” You whimper, hands resting on his shoulders hoping he’ll take mercy on you.

He just shifts down to rest against the couch a little more and bounces his knee a few times, sending jolts of extreme sensation right up your clit into your lower stomach. You didn’t get it at first… what he wanted you to do. But now you did, and John almost grinned when he saw the realization, followed by the shy look you gave him. Encouragement was needed, and he was more than happy to deliver. Slowly rocking your hips back and forth along his pants, purposefully having settled you on the side that his thigh-holster was strapped to, adding two extra ridges that instantly began working to overstimulate you. It was too good, and not enough. Pushing your inhibitions just a little further out of focus and forcing you to really focus on how nothing more than his thigh was getting you to a release quicker than any toy or trick you’d tried on yourself. Impeccable alone, it was his low voice right in your ear that made everything outside of John Price holding you on his lap disappear.

“Doin’ so good, sweetheart…”

“Making me feel bad for not helping sooner… If I would’ve known how needy you were.”

“That’s it, love. Keep going, want you to let go. Right on my lap, then I’ll take care of you.”

His lips suffocated your moans and whimpers, swallowing each little pleasure and claiming it as his own. John hadn’t taken his time like this in years, but damn it was special seeing you -his pretty little thing- so needy and whining his name. So sensitive to the texture of his cargos that he was actually wondering if you could withstand something more… purposeful. God, he hoped you could. He wanted to tase you so bad after feeling just how wet you were. Fuck, even the dark khaki color of his pants was getting darker with each little jerk and grind of your hips. Thighs twitching and clenching around him like you couldn’t get the right angle, and were slowly getting more pathetically and innocently frustrated. He needed you hungry though… wanted to ensure that this was done properly. And if it meant withholding from you just enough to make sure you were desperate, he’d bite back every urge he had to give you everything right away.

John knew right away that you were a virgin. Either by just his ability to read people or by the way that you didn’t particularly use sex appeal to draw him in right when you first met. You weren’t innocent of how you looked though, and always dressed and acted much to the benefit of being seen as the valuable woman Price always believed you to be. Yet it didn’t escape his curiosity as to how you’d been able to slip through the grasps of so many disrespectful and predatory men who would’ve done anything to have taken their chance at you. Fuck, he was thankful beyond belief. He hated thinking that you could’ve needed to experience pain or discomfort at any point… but he never asked you simply out of respect and the knowledge that at some point the topic would come up. Only, it didn’t come to fruition quite like he expected. In fact, he never imagined that you’d had your first orgasm with him riding his thigh while sitting on the couch in his house. He wouldn’t change it for a goddamn thing, though.

In the moment, he’d wanted nothing more than to hear you. After hearing so many little whines and pleas for his help, he knew you’d sound so beautiful. But his own intentions fell to desire when he crashed his lips to yours, taking those cries of pleasure for himself. There would be plenty more to come for him to bask in the sound of. The first one though? He needed it. It was his to taste and keep forever. Alongside the taste of your pleasure, he relished in your shaking legs and the harsh bite of your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to feel through two shirts. He felt your desperation just as deeply as his own, and while his cock straining against his zipper was not totally lost to his attention, John could easily stave off his own needs to make sure you were satiated just as thoroughly as deserved for coming on his pants like the good little things you always were.

“Good girl… You did so good for me, sweetheart.” His rough voice rumbled against your ear as his kissed you softly.

Petting your hair and rubbing his other hand down your quivering thigh. As much as he wanted to keep you right here and not disturb your come-down, he wanted you in bed. Needed to see you laid out like he pictured when jerking his cock after weeks of pent-up stress needed a release. Fuck he wanted to take you slow in his bed and wake up in the morning with you wrapped around him and the smell of sex on the sheets. Before you could really even catch your breath, John had you spread out on the bed with him staring down at you almost astonished. You were just as affected, seeing the heavy outline of his dick parallel to his zipper and ending just at his belt. His eyes caught your lingering, and he chuckled, biting his tongue with his back teeth before squeezing himself and shrugging like it wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever seen him do. The little gasp you let out only gave him that much more confidence to keep teasing you as much as he’d been.

Slowly, painfully, stripping off one piece of clothing at a time and letting it drop to the floor. Eyes locked on yours like he was getting off to how you reacted to each little inch of skin that was bared to you. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he enjoyed all of the attention on him. When in reality, he was just mesmerized by how in awe you were of him, looking like a war-torn soldier with his scars and hardened body. You were holding your breath for the moment he pushed his underwear down off his hips, standing downright predatory with his fist tight around the base of his thick and glistening cock. If you ever had a moment of hesitation about doing this with John, they dissolved in that single moment. Because your next movement was to reach your hands out, wiggling your fingers for him to come closer.

“What would you like?” He asks, coming to stand at the foot of the bed just out of your reach.

“You.” You answer a little plainly, making him chuckle.

“Not quite specific enough, sweetheart.” His eyes drop to your body hugged in that black outfit and he bites at his cheek. “But as much as I love you in that, I’d like to see you take it off.” A very easy request. Had it not been for your inability to reach the little snap at the back that kept you tied into all of the lace and straps. So, you very politely raised up and sat on your knees with your back to John and gave him the sweetest look you could manage.

“Give me hand, Captain?”

He nearly ripped the fucking thing off.

The moment he had your seduction tactic of clothing balled up in his fist, he felt the first little surge of his common sense holding him back a little bit. Base instinct screamed for him to sink into you as quickly as possible. But feeling your hands rub over his chest and your shy little kisses to his neck reminded him of circumstance. Pinned against your belly, his cock twitched in response to your teeth grazing accidentally over his collarbone. You were about to whisper an apology when John wrapped a hand around your throat to tilt your head up and suck hard just under your jaw. He liked when you did that… The thought gave you a little bolt of satisfaction. One that progressed into your hands sliding down his stomach until your fingers curled around his thick shaft, earning a warning sound of a moan deep in his chest.

“So fuckin’ soft…” He murmured against your shoulder, kissing it hotly and slowly rocking his hips against your hands. Teasing himself. Edging closer to try and raise a little bit of resistance so he wouldn’t spill his load on the bed long before he was damn well ready. Your silky little hands spreading his arousal over his length only lasted for a few minutes before John was pulling you away with heaving breaths and a flush breaking out over his cheeks.

“Too much?” You ask a little giggly when he lays you back and crawls up to kneel between your spread legs.

His reaction is one of raised eyebrows and a devilish kind of smile that makes you feel like you just made a little too accurate of a joke to be laughing. John gives you a little warning ‘tsk tsk’, shaking his head like he could try and hide the lust and affection swirling in his dark eyes at the sight of you giggling, and all spread out for him like a five-course meal the Queen of England couldn’t afford to buy. A wiser man might’ve believed himself worthy of you, enough that his dirty hands could touch you and try to give you pleasure in the way they assumed to know best. Yet John leaned over you with the knowledge that he was one of the most unworthy men on the planet, and you had so much grace and love inside of you that it didn’t matter. One little touch and you could cleanse him of every blood stain he’d not been able to clean or sinful act of revenge he couldn’t resist committing. Above all else, you’d decided in all your innocence of the world that you trusted him with your body as much as you’d already handed over your heart and mind.

John kissed you. Hard. With everything he had to offer in return for the invaluable

With that, he’s, hauling you up against him. He wants you laying right on top of him so he can sleep soundly with you right against him. He’s very quick to give you more praise and ask again if you’re feeling okay mentally and physically. You mention feeling just a little insecure, despite all of his very purposeful care throughout the whole process, but Price won’t have it.

Right away he’s kissing you softly, hands rubbing over your back and butt affectionately. Letting you know just how special he feels that you trusted him, as well as just how lucky he was to find someone like you in the first place. Holding the back of your head and gently cradling you against his lips; Tongue licking into your mouth and groaning softly when you mirror his movements, even going far enough to nip at his tongue. Using that same little hint of him enjoying your teeth on him. Just like before, you’re met with another warning sound of a growl, and John is pulling back and moving his head between your legs with a careful watch on your reaction.

“Can’t wait any longer, sweetheart.” He kissed your inner thigh sweetly. “Please let me taste your sweet little pussy.”

His words shock your body, and your head falls back with the little bit of erotic pleads overwhelming you. God, it was making you drip onto the sheets feeling him so close yet waiting for your answer. Pathetically, you couldn’t get the word ‘yes’ out of your mouth for a few long minutes. Just enough time for him to lovingly suck bruises onto your inner thighs and mean you scream out his name, squirming under his hands to try and get some real relief.

John takes pity on you, stopping long enough to let you catch your breath. “Come on pretty girl. Just say the word… I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Yes, yes, yes… please. I need more!” Your airy pleas fall like angel’s trumpets on his ears, as his mouth descends hungrily onto your cunt.

Licking through your slick folds and growling your own name back against your core with the sweet and alkaline flavor. Your hips buck up and you cry out, feeling his tongue lash over your clit for the first time and right away he’s got one forearm over your hips to hold them steady with the other hand held tight with his fingers intertwined with yours. His mustache tickles against your skin and you can feel him resting his head against your thigh, almost like he’s getting comfortable for an extended stay with his tongue in your cunt.

Another orgasm is ripped from you without warning less than ten minutes into John’s unyielding assault on your sensitive clit. And it’s this time that John ensures your thighs can’t wrap around his head for the sole purpose of hearing your loud and raw scream of his name. Blissed out, and shaking once again, John smiles against your pussy; Lapping up any remaining release he’d missed mere seconds before and feeling the dull pressure of your heels digging into his back.

“God, you’re so good for me sweetheart,” His praise blows cool air over your folds and you jerk a little, whining when you feel his lips return back down to you. Slowly, teasingly, he began all over again just as he did the first time.

It takes a couple seconds for you to realize he doesn’t plan on stopping. But when you do, crying for him to stop when he begins using his thumb to tease your clit while his tongue fucks slowly in and out of your clenching hole. John almost laughs, darkly and amused with your little cries and moans. Feeding off of your pleasure just to give it right back to you in the direct motivation of making you come on his tongue and fingers this time.

“F-fuck - John! Sh-shit,” Your stuttered voice falls into an unabashed groan when he teases his finger at your entrance, and slowly slides it deep into your fluttering pussy, squeezing around it tightly. Hungry for more, and weeping with each small curl of the digit hitting on your upper wall.

Your eyes roll back, and you attempt to push John’s head back to try and ease the stimulation, just to feel his hand holding you back and in place. It’s maddening, feeling so good that it’s almost bringing tears to your eyes, having already come twice -more than you typically gave yourself- and no sign of him letting you escape.

God, John was pushing you to the boundary of everything you knew about your own body, as well as giving you the first, raw, experience of just how good sex could be. Lifting your head up just to try and get a small glance at him, you catch the sight of his eyes, fiery and intense looking right back up at you with your own come soaking his mustache and the entire lower half of his handsome face. You clench around his digit again, being pushed that much closer to the edge just at the visual alone.

Your third release came as quickly as the first two, this time resulting in the delicious stretch of John’s three fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, literally slurping up your release; Almost dragging it out of you like he couldn’t stand the thought of not swallowing every drop. He whispered your name so gently as he came to rest on his forearms overtop of you, kissing your forehead with his wet lips and feeling his hair stick against your sweaty forehead.

“Sweetheart…” his tone had softened to the smallest whisper you’d ever heard from him. “Are you sure you want this? We can stop here if you’d like.”

Opening your eyes to see his handsome face and the slight of his hair in a total mess, you knew getting away with not mentioning your lack of experience was impossible. Your John… wasn’t nearly as unobservant as you’d wanted him to be. Without more than a tired little smile, you nodded. Raising your head weakly just far enough to kiss him gently, tasting yourself against your lips and feeling the slight quiver of his breath.

“Please, I want this. I want you John.”

Initially, no matter how much he’d taken care to prep you there was still a deep stretch as his thick cock began slowly entering you. Sweetly, he worked you through each little discomfort, giving you kiss after kiss and running his hands through your hair. Distracting from the little sting that had never been present with your toys, and praising you until his hips pressed flush against yours.

“Fuucckkk yes,” Price couldn’t hold back the loud groan as he looked down to see your pretty little cunt taking every last inch of his dick and squeezing so hard he could barely think straight.

“Takin’ my cock so good… Such a pretty girl, my good little thing…” His murmurs and curses slowly devolved the further you progressed.

Your body slowly adjusted to the intrusion and the gentle thrusts John made the moment you began squirming and pleading with him to move through your little hiccups. The unusual feeling of John moving inside of you slowly began to coax moans and praise from your mouth every time the crown of his cock rubbed deep against a swollen, textured, spot inside of you that built up pressure so quickly that you needed to wrap your legs around his hips to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. Each stroke got harder and harder, with John eventually pounding his cock deep inside of you, moaning and using one arm to wrap around your waist to hold your lower body still so he could bring both of you closer.

“J-John…” Your voice jolted with each snap of his hips as you tried to warn him.

Feeling that familiar yet almost destructive power of another climax rushing through your lower body. Convinced you didn’t have enough left in you to come again, you felt tears pricking your eyes, overwhelmed with immense pleasure skyrocketing you towards a final orgasm you kept denying until John’s fingers reached between you and expertly began rubbing tight circles around your clit, violently tossing you into whited-out vision, and muted hearing.

Above you, John found his own release and shared it at the same time as yours. Fisting the bedsheets to keep from grabbing ahold of you too tightly and bruising you; his cock getting squeezed so tightly from your climax that it was almost painful to stay seated inside of you. With so little arm strength left, he fell nearly full-weight on top of you and only propped himself up by his elbows to keep from suffocating you.

Utterly wrecked, and feeling more than you’d ever experienced more than you’d felt in your life, it took minutes before you could open your eyes and actually have enough of the mental capacity to realize that John was gently stroking your head, kissing your forehead and your nose, and holding you tightly to him as the strong muscle jerks and twitches in your body began to die out.

“You here with me?” Low and comforting, you smile dazedly with your eyes heavy and trying to focus on him.

You merely nod your head yes and give what you assumed was a ‘mhmmm’ but might’ve sounded more like a small animal being choked or drowned. Naturally, John’s lips spread into a very happy and amused smile, cupping your cheek with his hand and pressing a kiss to your lips softly.

“Come on, sweetheart…” John whispered, pulling your head up to his chest and gently easing himself out of you with a low sigh.

You’re once again lifted up and whisked away, this time, into the bathroom just off to the side of the bedroom where John carefully sits you down on the edge of the bathtub and starts running hot water with the lights dimmed low. Certain he’s got everything for your bath within your reach and the water is high enough for you to really sink down into in and relax, he gives you a soft kiss and promises to return after just a couple minutes.

He returns before you even work up the desire to wash your hair, and immediately takes over the task of getting you cleaned up himself. In between the lulls of soaps, and conditioners, John will pose quiet questions, asking how you’re feeling and wanting to know if there was anything that hurt you physically or was bothering you mentally. His care was intense and very personal, giving you much more confidence and comfort after having such a draining experience. Of course, you felt fantastic throughout, but when he asked if you were tired, there was a feeling that he already knew you were and expected you to tell him how he could best support you.

Other than letting your head rest against his chest. Leaving not one inch of your body neglected, from your face to your feet. Throughout the process you watch through sleepy eyes, seeing a very peaceful sort of look on his face while soaping you up and helping you rinse off and step out of the slippery bathtub into a warm towel you could only assume he’d thrown in the dryer just for your comfort.

Holding the towel around yourself, you peck him on the lips and smile, too tired to really say anything of real value. However, you’re certain John understands by the way his arms wrap you up and hold you tight to his bare chest while running his fingers through your wet hair, helping get out some of the little tangles your conditioner couldn’t quite take care of alone.

“I love you, John. More than anything.”

He drops a kiss on top of your head, rocking your weights back and forth in the dimmed light of the bathroom. Admiring your little form in the darkened silhouette of his much larger one.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

“You’re my best friend.”

He chuckles, finding that so very endearing.

“You’re mine too.”

yeah... the "you're my best friend" part, me and my husband do that <3 so.... that's a thing.

#john price #captain john price #captain price #mwii #cod mwii #john price x reader #john price smut #captain price x reader #captain price smut #velvetures #velvetures writes #velvetures answers #cod #anon <3

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topguncortez · 2 months

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[ CLOSE ] with Jake and shy wifey ❤️ I can’t get enough of them!

Hold Me Close - Jake Seresin x Shy!Wifey

warnings: mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of parental abuse, tooth rotting fluff.

based on this prompt: [close] sender reaches out and pulls receiver into their lap as they are walking by

opposites attract masterlist | G's slumber party

Growing up, Jake was never a fan of Sundays.

As a kid, Sundays meant going to church. Sitting in the hot chapel in long sleeve button up, a suit coat that never quite fit him right, and pressed khaki pants with dress shoes that squeezed his feet. It took every ounce of strength for him to not fall asleep when Paster James would go off on one of his weekly tangents about the youth in the town turning into "whores and sluts" whatever those were. After church, meant Sunday school were Jake had to sit and sing songs and eat lukewarm egg salad sandwiches and lemonade.

It got worse when he got older and his dad had become a city official. High school Jake would roll out of bed fighting off a hangover as he sat in that same hot and stuffy church. Though, he no longer had to attend Sunday school, he did have to plaster a smile on his face for Sunday dinners, where his mother would spend most of the morning cooking some grand meal for some new guest each week. Jake had to sit there and listen as men praised his father for the work he was doing and how he would be a shoo-in for mayor. If only they knew that before they had arrived, his father and shoved him hard against a bookshelf.

Then, Sundays became the day of recovery as he entered the academy. Long were the days of going to church, but now he was the thing that Paster James had warned about, a whore. There was a new woman in his bed almost every Sunday morning. Jake was never the cuddling type, and he always did feel slightly bad kicking them out. But he wasn't totally heartless, he would order them a cab. Once he got rid of the women, it was time for studying and pounding out whatever last minute project he had to do, and ignoring his father's calls.

Once Jake got his wings and got to his first duty station, he despised Sundays once again. There was no flying on Sundays. Most of his wingmen spent Sundays with their families or recovering from a hangover. Jake had outgrew the hangover, banging a new girl every Saturday night thing, but he hadn't grown into the whole Sunday family man thing either. Instead, he sat in his small dorm room, folding laundry and watching the NFL, bored out of his mind waiting for Monday to roll around again.

Jake never truly learned to like Sundays, until he met Y/N.

Y/N, who grew up sleeping in late and having pancakes for lunch in her pajamas with her family. Y/N, who wasn't forced to go to church with her mother, unless she wanted to. Y/N, who spent Sunday afternoons lazying around outside, watching the clouds roll by in the backyard. Y/N, who truly felt like Sundays were a day to just relax, and rest.

The first Sunday Jake had ever spent with Y/N, he was completely out of his element. He woke up a whole three hours before she did, and just laid there in bed, with her head on his chest. He watched as her eyes slowly fluttered open, her eyes a little bleary in a cute, confused way.

"Morning," She whispered, her voice thick with sleep and it sent a jolt straight to Jake's cock.

"Good morning," Jake smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, "What's the plan for today?"

Y/N yawned, turning on her back and stretching her limbs, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" Jake asked, his eyebrows furrowed, "It's Sunday. You have no plans?"

"Yeah, it's Sunday," Y/N shrugged, "I have some things I'd like to do today, like wash the vases I got back, set up a potential menu for the farmer's market this week, deadhead some of the morning glories. . . but I have all day to do that."

Jake nodded his head, still slightly confused as Y/N rolled out of bed and checked her phone, "If we hurry, we can probably go get breakfast at Great Harvest, they close at 12:00."

"And what time is it?" Jake was almost too scared to ask.

"11:30."

"11:30!" Jake felt like the day was already over. Like he should be preparing for dinner or hell, the next day.

"Okay, take a breather," Y/N said softly, "We don't have to go to Great Harvest. Actually, I have a better idea."

Jake still looked bewildered as he watched his girlfriend, in nothing but a baby pink floral nightgown waltz out of the room. A few moments later, he heard the familiar sound of pots and pans clashing together. For someone who was so quiet and shy, she certainly knows how to make a ruckus.

Slowly, Jake rose from the bed, pulling up the blankets and fixing the pillows just the way she liked them. By the time Jake had made it downstairs to the small kitchen of Y/N's bungalow, the scent of blueberries and lemon filtered through his nose. The familiar sound of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the air as Jake leaned against the doorway, watching his girl work.

Y/N moved effortlessly like she had done this a dozen times before, which should've made a pang of jealousy flutter through Jake's chest, but he knew that he was the first man to sleep beside her in bed. The first man who had ever seen her in her most vulnerable form.

"What are you doing?" Jake asked, causing her to jump.

Y/N looked over her shoulder, a shy smile on her face as he pushed off the doorjamb, "I had this dough in the fridge and decided," She shrugged, "Today's the day I'll bake it. Had some fresh blueberries and lemon to use. And I know as a growing boy, you need your protein," Y/N gestured to the eggs and bacon, two things Jake knew she didn't eat.

Jake couldn't help the smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her close against his chest, nuzzling his face into her neck, "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," Y/N said, sincerely, looking up at him. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips, "Go sit. I'll bring this over when it's done."

Jake obliged, going to sit at the small wrought iron table in the corner of her pink kitchen. He chuckled to himself seeing the morning paper, a cup of coffee and a pencil sitting in front of him. Jake looked up at her, seeing her focused attention on some other baked good she was working on.

About twenty minutes later, Y/N had pulled the fresh blueberry bread out of the oven, and covered it with the homemade lemon frosting. She served up two plates, one for Jake that had eggs, bacon, and three slices of blueberry bread, and one for her which consisted of oatmeal and one slice of blueberry bread.

"Plate for me," She smiled setting her plate down, "And a plate for you," She set the other down in front of Jake, "Anything else?"

Jake looked at her, a smirk on his face, "Yeah. . . you," He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her down into his lap, making her laugh, "This is what you do every Sunday?"

"Well, not to this extent," She gestured to the full plates of food, "But yeah. I wake up late, usually make a cup of tea and some oatmeal, maybe some bread if I feel like it. . . and just let the day take me where it wants."

Jake smiled at her, "I could get use to this."

"Good. . . cause you're stuck with me."

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inuiiwonderland · 5 months

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Being a rich man’s wife isn’t always bad. You love ran and how hard working he is and he loves you for how patient and supportive you are of him. But the more he goes out to business trips, the more lonely you feel every day. So ran, as the good husband he is decided to surprise you with his newest android, Mitsuya Takashi.

Yandere Android!Mitsuya x Fem!reader

TW: yandere, bit of nsfw, character death, and uhh mitsuya is fucking crazy so yeah

You and ran have been together for years now. Getting together at 16 and never leaving each others side after that. So it didn’t surprise anyone when the two of you later got engaged at 24 and married at 25. Everyone basically knew that the two of you were meant to be since the start.

He always spent his time with you. Taking you out on dates, taking you shopping and even cooking for you after a long day because he loves the faces you make when you enjoy the meals that he cooks for you.

He was like the perfect husband

But all that stopped when ran took over his father’s company.

As the years passed by, you saw how busy ran was getting.

After his father passed down his company to ran and his brother, ran was barely home. Always at work and never home. And when the times that he is home, he’s always locked away in his office. Working on paperwork and upcoming projects for the company.

You also start noticing how your husband barely gets any sleep because of his busy schedule. And for the years that you have known ran, you know how much ran loves his sleep more than anything.

You often walk in his office to see his tired form slump over his office desk as he sleeps. And when you walk a bit closer, you can see the dark bags under his eyes as you brush your fingers through his hair. A small smile gracing your face as he leans in towards your touch.

So you always feel bad seeing your husband wake up in the early hours of the morning everyday to go back to work.

And it starts making you feel bad for wanting his attention and time.

You might think ran doesn’t notice anything but he does. He sees how sad you look when you bid him goodbye for work but quickly covering it up with a smile and a kiss to his lips.

And ran feels awful

He feels like he isn’t being a good husband to you. Always spending more time in the office rather than your own home. Him barely being able to see you and spend time with you. And he knows the house can get lonely without him by your side.

So what does ran do? He starts making up a plan.

He worked on this project for MONTHS before surprising you with it.

You groan as you hear your alarm go off. You lazily turn it off before sitting up and looking at the spot next to you.

Again…he’s gone off to work

You sigh before getting up and deciding to get ready for the day.

The moment you stepped out of the bathroom, you could smell a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen. Confused, you quietly walked out of you and ran shared bedroom and all the way down to the kitchen.

When you walked in the kitchen, you see a tall black short haired man who’s back was facing you. Terrified, you quickly took a couple steps back before bumping into somebody which caused you to let out a loud terrified scream.

“Hey relax it’s me!” You quickly turned around to see your husband.

“You okay? You seem a bit shaken up”

“R-ran there’s a m-man-“ But before you could finish your sentence, an unfamiliar voice interrupts you.

“Have I scared you Mrs.Haitani? I sincerely apologize for frightening you this early in the morning”

You quickly turn around to see the man from earlier. He was tall, had short black hair and lavender liked eyes.

Who is this man and why is he in your house?

“R-ran who is this?” You say. You turn to face your husband who just gave you a sheepish smile.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. But uh me and mitsuya over here wanted to surprise you with a nice breakfast before introducing you to him”

“Mitsuya?”

“Here, come sit down first” You took a seat and suspiciously eyed the strange man who was standing in the middle of your kitchen aisle.

“Y/n dear, this is mitsuya takashi. My newest android” He says proudly. Your eyes widen in shock as you took a good look at mitsuya.

“Huh? H-he’s an android?”

“Mhm” Again, you looked at mitsuya before looking back at ran.

“Why is he here? If he’s your newest android then shouldn’t he be in the lab right now?”

“About that. He’s the only model I have because I made him specifically for you”

“For me? Why?” You were confused. Ran sighs before taking a seat next to you.

“I know I haven’t been a good husband to you over the years. Always at work and never home to spend time with you or care for you.”

“And I know the house can get a bit lonely when it’s just you and no one else. So I decided to do something about it”

“By making…him?” You say as you point at mitsuya.

“Yes”

“Do you think I’m a loner?” You ask with a raised brow.

“What? No!” He says. Panicked almost. You stare at him for a bit before laughing. You found it cute how scared your husband was about offending you.

“Don’t worry ran…I think it’s sweet, but also a bit weird. You know I have real friends right?”

“I know that! But I also made him so that he can help you around the house! Since I’m not always home to help you with chores…” You giggle before pulling your husband into a passionate kiss.

But then you remembered that you two aren’t the only ones in the room and so you quickly pulled away. Much to your husband dismay.

“Am I interrupting something? I can leave if you two-“

“No! No uh it’s nothing you can stay” He smiles before placing a plate in front of you.

“Your breakfast Mrs.Haitani”

“Oh! Thank you” Your mouth waters at the sight of the delicious food. Without missing a beat, you quickly took a bite of the food. You looked up at mitsuya with wide eyes.

“Did you make this?”

“I have. Is it not to your liking?” He asks. Worried about you not liking it.

“This is amazing!” You say as you continue to stuff your face. Ran chuckles before standing up and checking his watch. He sighs as he notices the time.

“What’s wrong ran?”

He stays silent before looking at you with an apologetic look.

“I have to go to work. I’m already late by an hour so it’s best that I get going now” And there goes your excitement.

“Oh…” Ran notices the change of mood and moves you to look at him.

“Y/n I-“

“Ran”

“Yes?”

“Just go. You’re already late, and there’s no need to apologize”

“But-“

“Please…just go” He looks at you for a bit before leaning and kissing your cheek.

“Take care. And mitsuya”

“Yes Mr. Haitani”

“Please take care of my wife”

“Of course”

Months have passed since ran introduce you to mitsuya.

And at first it did take you a week or two to get used to the lavender eyed boy. But after seeing how nice and polite he was, you grew comfortable having him around.

And mitsuya is great!

He helps you with buying and putting away groceries, cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, and even helps you with taking care of your garden outside!

He also accompanies you to stores or errand runs which actually turn out to be fun when he’s around. He helps you with carrying and putting away groceries, buying new cleaning supplies, and even helps you with what to cook for the evening.

You also noticed how the android has an eye for fashion. You can see him taking glances at the tv when your favorite fashion show is on and see how he stares in awe when seeing all the beautiful clothing pieces.

You caught him doodling more than once on pieces of paper when you make him take breaks from doing chores. (Even though he’s a android and can’t get tired, you still feel bad and make him sit down and relax for a bit)

You remember the first time you caught him. You were in the kitchen while he was in the living room. You were making some snacks for the movie night that the two of you were about to have while mitsuya was “looking” for a movie.

Instead. You walk in the living room only to see him sketching something on a piece of paper. You gasp once you saw what he was doing. The sketch was beautiful! The design, pattern, and details were just perfect! You complemented mitsuya on his work as you continued gushing about how beautiful it is and that’s it’s something you’ll definitely wear.

And so the next day you decided to buy him a sketch book. You remember the look of shock on his face as you happily gave him the book and told him that if he were to ever run out of space, then he should come and tell you so you can buy another one for him.

That was also the day that you learned that androids can blush and get shy!

Wow! Ran must’ve really went all out!

The more time both you and mitsuya spend together. The more closer you guys grew. You started seeing mitsuya more like a close friend than a servant. But unbeknownst to you, he didn’t see you as a friend at all.

In fact, mitsuya started seeing you as more like a romantic interest.

Everyone knows androids can’t feel emotions. Hell even mitsuya knows that! So, why did he suddenly start having this weird feeling whenever you were near him?

When he wakes you up for breakfast, when he helps you clean, when he goes out with you to get groceries or to just hang out.

He always gets this weird feeling in his chest that he can’t quite get rid of.

Was he broken?

Maybe that it!

He doesn’t have any emotions. He was never programmed to feel anything. Only to serve and make his creators wife happy.

Wife

His creators wife

You

You make him feel those things. No one else gives him this weird feeling.

Only you

And then there’s this other weird feeling that he gets.

But

This feeling is different. And he doesn’t like it

He hates it. He despises it.

He gets it when he sees you and ran get all close and cozy together. He gets this weird disgusting feeling. He doesn’t like it when ran wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss.

The way you look so so so happy in his creators arms.

He’s the one who supposed to make you feel happy. That’s the whole reason why he was created. To make YOU happy.

Not ran!

Ran who is barely home! Always at work, in his office doing paperwork, brainstorming ideas for future projects, making and programming androids.

He’s not the one waking you up everyday with a nice breakfast all laid out perfectly for you every morning. He’s not the one going out with you to buy groceries when food is running low. He’s not the one helping you clean and do the laundry when you notice that the house is starting to look messy and that you need your clothes.

He’s not the one helping you take care of your plants or even PLANT new plants with you as you both giggle and play around by throwing dirt at each other.

But he is!

He’s the one who does all that with you! Not ran! Not the man who’s SUPPOSED to be your husband!

….

Mitsuya acts more like a husband than ran does.

Mitsuya is always home with you. Helping you with everything and cooking your meals.

He’s the one you go up to for approval with the outfits you buy because you know he’s someone you can rely on when it comes to fashion.

Not ran

And maybe that should tell you that he’s the better one out of the two of them.

Maybe he should be your husband

12:00

It was midnight and ran was still not home. You sat patiently on the couch waiting for your dear husband to come home. You were hoping that he would come home early today.

Especially since today is a very important day for the two of you.

Maybe he’s just running a little late?

You looked at the clock again

12:05

You grabbed your phone and decided to call him

….

No one picks up

You tried to control your emotions once you saw how many times you called him today. And not even a single one were you able to get him to pick up.

You could feel tears starting to form as you took deep breaths and decided to call him one more time.

….

You finally let your tears fall as you quietly wiped your face with your hands. Not caring if it would ruin your makeup.

“Y/n” You looked up to see mitsuya. He had a worried look on his face as he handed you a handkerchief.

“Oh, thank you”

“If you don’t mind, why are you up so late? I mean, you usually never stay up so late and you also got all dolled up. Why’s that?”

More tears slid down your face as you tried to control your breathing.

“It’s nothing….I-I just…I thought he would come home today”

“Ran?”

“Mhm” You say as you continue to wipe away your tears.

“Today is our 5th year anniversary. And I thought he remembered and would come home early today to celebrate it with me. But I guess that won’t happen” He stays quiet as you continue to silently cry next to him.

“What do you guys usually do? When it’s your anniversary I mean”

“Oh well…. we either cook something together and just spend time together at home or he plans a dinner reservation weeks before our anniversary and takes me out to eat and later ends up with him taking me shopping”

“And that’s all?” You could feel his eyes on you. Your face heats up knowing that’s not the only thing the two of you do.

“Um…yeah that’s all”

“Mm” Mitsuya could tell you were lying by how you tried to avoid making eye contact with him and also by your body language.

But mitsuya wasn’t stupid. He knows what else you and ran do after having a nice meal together or a fun night out.

Besides. He’s heard everything that goes on in your guys bedroom when ran is home and just wants to spend all his time with his lovely wife.

Yeah he knows

“Then how about I cook you a meal for your special day?”

“Huh?”

“If you’ll like, I’ll cook you an extraordinarily meal for you or even the two of us and spend the night with you”

“Oh mitsuya! You don’t have to-“

“But I’ll love to. Besides, it’s my duty to make you happy”

The way he said that sentence gave you chills. You looked at mitsuya before slowly nodding which makes the man android smile.

“Very well then”

He helps you get up and wipes away your tears with his thumb.

“Don’t cry. He doesn’t deserve your tears”

He doesn’t deserve you at all

Is what he wanted to say. But he didn’t.

“Just sit and watch me do all the cooking. And then we can both enjoy the meal together”

“O-okay”

The two of you chatted as he cooked. You would laugh every now and then when he would crack a few jokes and sometimes you would stop and admire him as he prepared you your meal.

You have already forgotten the reason why you were crying in the first place with mitsuya by your side.

The next day

You woke up by the delicious smell of food coming from the kitchen. You smiled knowing that it was most likely mitsuya preparing your breakfast. You quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for the day.

You happily walked down the halls to the kitchen as you couldn’t wait what Mitsuya decided to make you this time. By the time you got to the kitchen, you excitedly called out the androids name.

“Good morning mitsuyaaa….” You stopped dead in your tracks once you noticed that it wasn’t mitsuya making breakfast.

“Ran?” He turns around and smiles once he sees you.

“Y/n. Good morning sweets, I’m making breakfast for the two of us”

“I-I see…umm...where is mitsuya?”

“Mitsuya? Oh he’s in my office. I turned him off because you won’t need him this week”

“What? Why?” He turns off the stove and neatly prepares your plate as he motions you to sit down.

“Because I won’t have work this whole week. Meaning that I’ll be home all week and will be able to spend time with you”

“Oh” He frowns when he hears your tone.

“Are you not happy?”

“Oh…um I am! I am….but it’s just that I’m so used to having takashi around and so not being able to see him all week just feels…weird”

“Mmm”

“But I’m glad you’re finally taking a break from work!”

“Y/n”

“Yes?”

“About last night” You looked down as you knew what he was about to say.

“I’m so sorry love. It’s just-“

“I know I know. You were busy….like always” It hurt his heart seeing you like this. He pulls a chair next to you and sits down.

“I just want you to listen to me, please” You stayed silent.

“I was planning on leaving work early yesterday but a sudden emergency happened and I had to stay the night in the office”

“But please believe me when I say that I wanted to leave early. Because I truly did! I had everything planned out for the two of us last night but-“

“Ran”

“Yes”

“The foods gonna get cold…” He stays silent before getting up.

“Right”

It’s gonna be a long week

The first few days of the week, you notice how ran would cuddle you in bed before getting up to go make breakfast. After the two of you finished eating, he would either suggest that the two of you watch a movie and cuddle or would tell you to go get ready before taking you out to the mall to spoil you.

He would sometimes come home with a bouquet of flowers and some chocolate to surprise you and would cuddle you on the couch or bed.

There are times where stuff would get a little steamy and he would take you to you guys shared bedroom before sitting you down on the edge of the bed and getting on his knees.

He would eat you out for what feels like hours before fucking you nice and good.

Ran just wants to make up for lost time and he just really misses you.

But the one thing you guys don’t know is that when ran fucks you in your shared bedroom, a certain android is creeping around in the corner and he doesn’t look to happy about what he’s seeing and hearing.

Ran may have turned him off but the android has found a way to turn himself back on and seeing you get fucked by your husband wasn’t something he wanted to see and hear when coming back.

And he’s going to do something about it

It was Saturday Night. You and ran just got back after a night out and all the two of you wanted to do was sleep. You head over to the bathroom to take off your makeup and shower before going to bed. Your husband said he’ll be with you soon because he had to go check something in his office real quick.

As he walked to his office though, ran felt a little off.

Like something wasn’t right

He ignored the feeling and opened his office door. He walks over to his desk, not paying attention to the now empty spot where the android was supposed to be in.

Ran looks over some papers and as he’s doing so, he doesn’t notice the lavender eyed male android creeping up behind him.

Until it was to late

Ran groans when he feels something hit his head. He stumbles to the ground as he holds his head in pain. He looks up to only lock eyes with mitsuya who had a brick in his hand.

“Takashi? How-What the fuck!”

“You don’t deserve her. You don’t deserve her at all!”

“Who-“

“Y/n”

“My wife?” Ran was shock. So many questions were running through his head. How the fuck did mitsuya turn on? He was sure that he turned him off for the whole week! And why did he hit him on the head with a brick?! And lastly, why is he talking about you?

“I’m the one who’s supposed to make her happy. Not you. She doesn’t deserve a shitty ass husband like you who barely has any time for her!”

“What-“

“But unlike me. I’m always there for her….im the one who wakes her up in the morning with a nice breakfast. I’m the one who helps her clean, cook, everything! I comfort her when she cries about YOU not showing up home. I’m the one that makes her laugh and smile…it’s me not you!”

“I love her….I love her more than anything- I would do anything for her! Just to make sure she’s happy”

“But you never did that”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m her husband for fuck sakes! The hell is wrong with you mitsuya?!”

Ran was in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that the android that he created was going on a crazy rant about how much he loves you. His wife!

“But you don’t act like it. I’m more of a better husband than you’ll ever be” And before ran could say another word, mitsuya repeatedly hits ran on his head with the brick.

And ran was gone

“What a pathetic excuse of a husband” He then kneels down and takes off rans ring before slipping it on his ring finger.

“Looks better on me anyway”

He soon hears the shower stop and he starts fixing himself before walking towards your soon to be shared bedroom.

Mitsuya hums as he slowly makes his way into the room. He smiles when he sees you sitting on the bed with your pjs on and phone in hand.

The sound of the door creaking open captures your attention and when you looked up from your phone expecting to see ran, you see a bloody mitsuya with a huge grin on his face.

“M-mitsuya?”

You shook in fear as he only chuckles. He starts walking towards you as you backed up against the headboard. Terrified.

“Shh don’t worry love. It’s not my blood!”

“Where’s ran? W-what did y-you do?!” He only smiles which sent chills down your spine.

Tears ran down your cheeks as mitsuya lovingly wipes them with his bloody hands.

“Don’t cry love. He was never a good husband to you anyways. But I’m here and I’ll never treat you like how your so called husband did”

“Besides”

Your eyes widen as he shows you his ran ring with a smile.

“I’m your new husband from now on”

WHEWWWW THAT TOOK FOREVERRRR

I literally almost did not want to finish it because tumblr kept fucking up with my drafts💔 and then I also accidentally deleted the draft so I was having a full on breakdown with this😭

Anyways I hope you guys like it🤍

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meo-on-prairie · 8 months

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Amor

Getou Suguru x Reader

Prompt: “Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? // With every guitar string scar on my hand // I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover” - Lover (Taylor Swift)

Words Count:1.3k

Tags: Suguru x reader, AU, Fluff, pure fluff and good time.

Rambling: Back with my Swiftie agenda. This fic wrote itself ngl, I planned something completely different idk how I got here. Life has been putting me through the meat grinder so I’m writing fluffy fanfic to cope.

“We need to take down the Christmas light.” Suguru brought up while you two are washing the dishes after dinner.

“Yeah we should. Or… we can keep leaving it up for another month.”

Suguru pauses and gives you a pointed look, “Hun, it’s already April.”

“Exactly. We already procrastinated to this point, might as well procrastinate all the way. If we never take it down, we won’t have to put it back up in December.” you pointed out.

You just find it’s useless to take it down. Not like you guys have it plugged in so you're not wasting any electricity, they're just there. There is no reason to waste time to put it up and take it back down every year.

“You’re unbelievable” Suguru chuckled

“Thank you, my genius knows no bounds.” you joke as you hand him another plate to dry.

He leans down to kiss your temple, “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” you said smugly “I love you too.”

After you finish with the dishes, the two of you decide to watch a movie before going to bed. You cuddle up to Suguru. You enjoy this little routine you two have. You both wake up an hour earlier than you need to cuddle with each other, you eat breakfast together before going to work. If possible, you two would have lunch together. Suguru would cook dinner, you would wash the dishes and he insisted on drying them. Then you would spend the night doing things together or doing your own things while being in the same room. It’s a mundane and boring cycle, but to you, it’s anything but boring.

You always thought that love is all about butterflies in your stomach, heart racing, excitement, going on dates to fancy restaurants. And yes, those are always fun and lovely. But if you really have to choose, you would choose this mundane life with Suguru over everything.

“Would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?” Suguru asked you out of the blue.

“Do you even need to ask?”

“It’s a polite thing to do.”

“Well then, Yes. I would love to go on a date with you.” you said with a small laugh. It’s cute, you have spent 3 winters with Suguru, but somehow he always manages to make you feel like you've been with each other for 20 seconds and 20 years.

“Where are we going?” you asked

“It’s a surprise, just dress pretty.” Suguru replied softly, placing a kiss on your hair.

You hum softly at his response, “How pretty would you like me to be?”

He takes his eyes off the TV and looks down at you. Feeling his gaze, you tilt your head back to look into his eyes.

“As pretty as you are right now.” Suguru muttered before capturing your lips.

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You decide to wear a white tube dress you bought a week ago. You love the way this dress looks on you, it shows off all your curves in all the right places. But you’re not the only one that enjoys the way this dress looks on you.

“It looks lovely on you, but I think it’ll look lovelier when I take it off you.” Suguru whispers in your ears from behind. He has his hands wrapping around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

“I bought it so you can take it off.” you hinted, turning your head to kiss the top of his hair. You can feel his smile against your skin.

Suguru reserved a nice Italian restaurant downtown. You’re seated near the window. The dimmed light makes Suguru look extra alluring. The way the light cast over his form brings out all of his best features.

You watch as Suguru pours himself his second glass of wine. The foods you order haven’t come out yet and Suguru is already on his second glass. He’s also oddly quiet, usually he would flirt with you as if it’s a first date. You also noticed that he has his left hand in his pocket this entire time.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned, “You seem anxious. Did something happen at work?”

“Nothing, Love. you’re just looking so gorgeous it’s making me a little bit nervous.” He replied. You hum in response, deciding not to press it further. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.

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After dinner, Suguru drove you to what looked like an empty parking lot.

“Where are we?”

“You’ll see.”

“This place is both dark and empty, and if movies have taught me anything, this place is a good place to murder someone.” you point out.

“I can’t with you,” he shook his head, laughing a little “come on.”

Suguru opens the door for you and offers you his hand. You take his hand and step out of the car. Your hands intertwine with his as he leads you to this flight of stairs you can't seem to see the end of.

“You’re making me climb these stairs, in this dress?” you lamented.

“I’ll carry you when you get tired, it’s shorter than you think.” Suguru compromised.

“Ugh, you’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.” he acknowledged with pride.

Suguru was right, it’s not as bad as you thought it would be, though it did take the wind out of you. When you reach the top, you can’t help but stop and stare in awe. At the top of the stairs is a small shrine with a few cement benches around the vicinity. This place is at the perfect height where you can overlook the town and see the wide sky at the same time.

“You like it?”

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous” you breathe out, not taking your eyes off the sky.

You have never seen so many stars in the sky before. They're glistening and shimmering, as if they are beckoning you toward them. You were so mesmerized you didn't notice how Suguru is kneeling behind you on one knee. A small box in his hand.

“My love?” Suguru called out to you.

“Yes?” you answer, finally taking your eyes off the sky. You turn around to face Suguru, gasping when you see the position he’s in. Tears welling up in your eyes.

“I have been practicing this for weeks, I have about 100 thrown out speeches. No words were strong enough to describe my love for you. Even the word “love” itself falls short. But even if I don’t have the right words, I do know what I want to spend the rest of my days waking up next to you, cooking dinner for you, and falling asleep with you. So will you grant me the greatest honor, of being by your side for the rest of this life and beyond?” he pleaded, voice shaking with every word.

You were crying at this point. Full on sobbing. You can barely see through the tears. You can’t find your voice either. So you nod. Furiously. Before dropping down to his level and throwing yourself around him.

“Hey now, don’t make me drop the ring.” he teased.

You pull away from him, still sobbing. He wipes your tears away with his thumb before taking your hand and slides the ring on you. You can see the reflection of your lips in his eyes.

To Suguru, your lips look like a question begging for an answer, so he answered. He kisses you hungrily, full of relief and sheer joy. He cupped your jaws to deepen the kiss. His lips move against yours like a well practiced tango. He can’t wait to throw out another 100 speeches as he writes his vow to you. You kiss him back desperately, trying to convey him all your joy and show him how much you love him. Because he was right, the word “love” does fall short. You can taste the wine he's been sipping on during dinner. His liquid courage, you realized. It’s almost unbelievable how much you love this man. You want to go wherever he goes. You want to be with him forever. You would gladly take this magnetic force of a man to be your lover, in this life and the next.

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mcondance · 8 months

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tbh i don’t even think oj would be interested in making you the typical “housewife” like he not fucking with leaving you in the house all day to cook and clean while he’s outside alone. if anything the reason y’all even got together was because you were eager and willing to be outside with him and be the noise in his silence. yeah the horses r his friends but the love of another human is something he’s been missing that he didn’t even know he was missing. just the silent vow of being there for and with him even when it’s hot as hell outside or the horses are being a bit more difficult or it’s just a bad day.

the contrast of your personalities is also why y’all got together because let’s be honest, living on the ranch by himself gets lonely. em and angel come by every week or so but the rest of the hours in his day were spent by himself, spinning records and living in a lonely house. the pictures of his parents and sister on the wall are his only friends.

until you came along with a bright smile and eyes that felt like an x-ray, eyes that made oj feel scrutinized. he’s gotta be the most observant man on the planet, so yes he sees how you look not at him, but through him. you looked at him at first, wanting eyes lingering on his face, his chest, his thighs, his arms, the gold chain he wears around his neck, him. he shakes it off, thinks you'll get over it soon. cause how could a person like you want a man like him, a quiet, withdrawn, silent man like him?

but as you spend more time at the ranch, he notices the change in your eyes. lust turns to interest, your once-low eyes become wide eyes that gaze at him with admiration. you've started to look through him. you've started to see him. you started to understand why he does this and why he does that, why he isolates himself. you see him. you see more than a quiet cowboy. you see otis haywood junior.

and that’s what he’s been looking for all his life. someone to see him.

you’ve already been joining him outside, but it’s different now. you’re not joining him in at attempt to learn him. you’ve already learned him. now, you’re just there to be there for him, to support him loudly and let him know that yes, you still want him even though you know how he is.

anyways, after about a month or so of just existing with oj outside— helping him with the horses, running in to make lemonade, filling the silence with a voice oj replays in his before he sleeps, smiling at him like he hung the stars in the sky— he decides it’s now or never. and it’s not even that. he just knows that you’re someone he wants to spend time with. someone he wants to let in, even though he’s already done that. he wants to let you in and make it known. he wants to say it to you, cause it’s what you deserve.

so one day, over a lunch he cooked specially for you, during a lull in your talking, he puts words to the feeling you’ve been building inside him since the day you looked through him.

“i want you around. i want you.” and you just smile, cause damn, it’s been a long time coming.

“really? i been waiting on you to say it.”

he’s not surprised. “you know me. you know why.” and you do, so you just nod and go back to your food.

i don’t rlly know where i was going with this. it was something like a character study, but something a little different.

but anyway. oj’s used to being alone, and he’s made peace with it. but now that he doesn’t have to be, he doesn’t think he can back. so leaving you in the house while he works? nah. he needs you, now. you’re his rock.

#oj haywood #nope 2022 #this is from july 3rd 😭😭#i just finished it cs i was thinking about mista otis #pls idk what this is #[oj]#oj haywood x reader

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catierambles · 7 months

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Feral Instincts Ch.20

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1651

Warnings: Some racy bits in the beginning, but nothing overly explicit. Recalling prior domestic violence

Sy had been a man of his word and she had woken a few hours later to Walter's fingers moving between her legs as Sy eased into her. They took turns with her until all three of them were spent, collapsing into an exhausted pile and going back to sleep. Her alarm went off to start getting ready for work and she stayed awake only so long as to call out before falling back asleep with Walter's arms around her.

August and Geralt had been equally as insatiable and she lost count of how many orgasms they pulled from her. Good thing she couldn't have kids anymore, or there definitely would have been a bun in the oven after this, possibly more than one. They always made sure she was prepared for them, always made sure she came first, taking care of her needs before their own.

She lay on the couch, scrolling through her phone when the text came through from her supervisor.

Got the email that you called out. Can you walk at all?

She paused before typing out the reply.

No and shut up.

LOL yeah Alphas are like that on the full moon, especially with their Mates.

And I got four testosterone disasters keeping me occupied.

Wait…four?

Technically five, but Mike isn't an Alpha. He's back at the apartment, I spent it with the others.

But you have four Mates? The only wolves I've heard of having multiple Mates are female Alphas.

Heather. I am a female Alpha.

It took about half a second after hitting send before her name came up on caller ID.

"You're what?!" Heather exclaimed before Stephanie had the opportunity to say hi.

"I'm a female Alpha." She repeated.

"I mean, we were notified that you took over the pack occupying your apartment building and the one next door, but we figured you were just a proxy for one of the others." She said, "It's not uncommon for an Alpha to take over a territory and assign a proxy to run it if they can't be there in person. We all figured you were a Beta as they tend to be the proxy."

"No, Heather, I'm not a Beta. Mike is the Beta, he's my Beta. I'm his Alpha." Stephanie said.

"Shit." She said and sighed, "I honestly shouldn't be surprised, actually, just based on how you were before getting infected. Stubborn with a problem with authority figures. Makes sense, you are an authority figure."

"Yeah, they thought I was going to be an Omega before my first shift." She said and Heather gave a heavy snort on the other end of the line.

"You? An Omega?" She said, "I can sort of see how, but not hardly."

"They weren't feeling the protection fuzzy-wuzzies because I was an Omega…"

"They were feeling it because you're their Mate."

"Apparently."

"Well, shit. I'm gonna have to tell my Alpha that we were wrong." Heather said. “Knowing him, he’s going to want to schedule a get together. Does it with all the packs with territories touching his, foster good relations and all that. The previous Alpha of your territory basically told him to fuck off when he extended the offer.”

“I’ll talk to the others, but I don’t see why we wouldn’t show up.” Stephanie said, “Based on the number of people in my pack, I would say maybe a cookout at the park? There’s kids and I wouldn’t want them cooped up while the boring adults do boring adult things.”

“Sounds like a great idea, actually.” Heather said, “Weather has been nice, bring out the grills for food and games for the pups. I’ll pitch it and let you know what he says.” Stephanie covered the phone with her hand, pulling it away from her ear.

“Hey, Sy!” She called out.

“Yeah, doll?” He called back.

“How do you feel about a cook out with my boss’ pack? Our territory touches his.”

“Sounds like a fun time. We can have it here, lottsa room.”

“Thinking more about the park? Neutral ground and all that.”

“Yeah, that makes better sense. Don’t need him goin’ on the defensive straight away.” Sy said and she pulled her hand away, putting the phone back to her ear.

“He says it’s cool.” She said, “Still have to talk to the others, but again, I don’t see why they would have an issue with it.”

“Awesome! I’ll let him know and we’ll coordinate a day and time.” Heather said, “Is it okay if I give him your number? I’ll text you his so it’s not a mystery.”

“Go for it.” She said and a familiar feeling crawled over her mind right before she was jumped on, the wind being knocked out of her lungs. “Jesus!”

“What?”

“I just got ambushed by a buck fifty of wiggling Beta. I’ll talk to you later.” She wheezed and hung up, letting the phone fall to the floor as Mike squirmed in excitement, his wolf jet black and leaner than the others. He licked at her face excitedly, letting out happy whines as he scrabbled on top of her. “Mike! Cool it! You’re gonna break something! That something being me!” He finally settled, laying belly up between her and the couch, paws tucked against his chest. She held him, pressing kisses to his head and blew a raspberry at him when he licked at her face again. The fur under her hand turned to skin and he moved on top of her, looking down at her with a wide smile.

“Hi, sweetcheeks!” He said and she snorted, pulling him down into a kiss. He giggled against her lips, his hands going to her waist and pushing up her shirt. "Missed you."

"Apparently."

"Walter came and got me." He said and kissed her again, pushing his hands up her shirt to palm her breasts through her lounge bra, squeezing gently. He shuddered as she ran her fingers through his hair, but halted when he saw the wounds on her wrists from the silver chain. They were healing, but still ugly, the skin mottled and blistered. "Steph…"

"Hey, it's okay."

"It almost wasn't."

"But it is. I'm here, right now, with you." She said and he laid his head on her chest, his hands going to her waist. She held him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her lips to his hair.

"I almost lost you."

"But you didn't."

"If I hadn't--"

"Stop. No "what-ifs", okay?" She said and he was quiet.

"Okay." He said finally, nodding against her.

"Stephanie." Geralt said, coming into the living room. "Mike."

"Sup." He said, waving at him with a couple fingers before settling again.

"What's up?" Stephanie asked.

"I need to ask you about Lewis." He said and she went quiet.

"What about him?" She asked finally.

"How long were you two together?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Almost two years." She said.

"And in that time you never suspected anything was wrong with him?" He asked and she went quiet again, only this silence held weight. "Sweetheart?"

"He always apologized." She said and Mike picked his head up to look at her. "Yeah, I know how that sounds, but it's true. He told me he loved me so much it made him crazy. We would fight, he would hit me, and then he would apologize saying his love for me made him unable to control himself."

"You knew he was a wolf." Geralt said and she nodded.

"He was open about it from the beginning." She said, "He would keep me locked up in my apartment for days at a time, telling me he was doing it to protect me from the other wolves in the area. I finally had enough and I told him we were over, we were done."

"And he suggested a camping trip." Mike said and she snorted.

"Not right away. I think he knew if he did I wouldn't have gone with him. Girl breaks up with an abusive boyfriend and agrees to be alone with him out in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, she's never being seen alive again. He begged me to reconsider, said he would do better, he would try to control himself better. Just give him another chance. As if I didn't already give him more than enough chances."

"It was bullshit, wasn't it?" Geralt asked.

"Actually, no. He did change. At least, he appeared to. He started being nicer, more attentive, he'd diffuse arguments before they started, let me see my friends again. He was a whole new Jordan." Stephanie said, "Six months later and then he suggested the camping trip. Just the two of us. It'd be nice, romantic, good to get away from everyone and everything." She stopped with a shrug, "You know the rest." Sy and Walter had frozen in the kitchen while they had listened to her talk, August halting at the top of the stairs. "I don't know if he planned on killing me, or if he was always planning on infecting me as another way to control me. I suppose it doesn't matter."

"And when we find him," Geralt said, his eyes hard, "He won't be hurting you or anyone else ever again."

"Tripped and exploded on impact." She said with a small laugh, recalling when Sy had said it. "August told me the Pack Council wants him alive."

"The Pack Council won't be there." August said, stepping onto the landing at the bottom of the stairs. "I was going to kill him just for using silver on you, but now…" He stopped with a low growl, "I'm going to take my time with him."

"Get in line." Geralt said through his teeth that had gone sharp.

“I’ll make popcorn.” Mike said and she snorted with a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #geralt of rivia #hellraiser mike #feral instincts

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brooooswriting · 2 years

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hii :) can you write a nat and reader one like angst with happy fluff ending where reader thinks nat is cheating on her because shes a little distant and hiding her phone and stuff so reader thinks something bad but nat is just planning something for reader like a surprise of some sort like her birthday or planning to propose or something. fluffy happy ending please :( love your writing

Cheater

You and Nat have been dating for over two years now and to say that things were great was an understatement. Half a year ago you’ve moved into an apartment together and got a cute black cat called Liho. Nat was still working with the avengers while you worked for shield. It seemed like everything was falling into place.

That was until Nat started to sleep at the compound leaving you alone for the night and most of the next day. She barely texted you anymore or called and when she was home she wouldn’t cuddle with you or anything else actually. And to make it worse, she hid her phone and changed her password.

At the beginning of your relationship it was similar to this. The redhead was scared of relationships and getting hurt and even though she loved you she was scared that she couldn’t trust you. But you put so much work into your relationship that she warmed up.

“Hey Natty, you aren’t answering your phone… again… well I just wanted to ask if you come home tonight? I thought I could cook your favourite and we could spend some quality time together. Just let me know, I miss you.” You hung up the phone before getting back to work to keep your mind off of your girlfriend.

An hour later you got a text saying “sorry I am on mission, will be back tomorrow night. Ly” You sighed before deciding to visit the compound. Nat might not want your cooking but the rest of the team was never one to say no. So you got your stuff before making your way over.

When you arrived you had Friday call the team in the kitchen so they could decide what they want to eat.

“Y/n what are you doing here?! It’s so great to see you” Steve said as he made his way over to hug you before stepping to the side for Tony. “Hello Y/n/n, why are you here? Lover girl already left with a really stunning dress in her hand.” He said as he hugged you followed by Bucky. “Yeah, I don’t think you guys are meeting here.” The man added as he let you go.

“She has a mission right? That’s the reason she left…” you told the others trying to sound confident in yourself and your girl but everything started to blur. Why would she lie to you?

“No she doesn’t. She and Wanda left like 20 minutes ago.” Steve explained and looked at your pale face.

Realization started to set in. It all made sense now, she stayed her sleeping with other people and going out instead of coming home. She wouldn’t let you see her phone so you wouldn’t see the messages.

“I’m sorry guys… I just…” you broke down in sobs before you could finish your sentence, causing Pepper, who just joined you, to hug you. “Hey, it’s going to be alright. Come on, let’s go to my room.” She soothingly whispered in your ear before leading you to her room.

“I think she’s cheating on me” you whispered as you were seated on the bed with your knees pulled to your chest. “Romanoff? Why do you think that?” She asked as she settled next to you trying to give you comfort. “She barely shows up anymore, she doesn’t touch me, she hides her phone and apparently she’s lying to me about missions while she’s actually having a date with Wanda.” You explained through your tears. And actually Pepper was just as shocked as you were, she always thought Natasha was deeply in love with you, but now that she thought about it the spy was acting weird lately.

“You should talk to her and ask her. I know it’s scary but this isn’t much better” she suggested making you nod. You spent another 2 and a half hours with Pepper before deciding to go home to feed Liho.

So you left in one of Tony’s hoodies with tears streaming down your face and tiredness taking over your body. You opened the door to see your girlfriend in front of her car with Wanda closely next to her. You thought about the options you had, you could go there and scream at her or you could watch what happens. You decided to wait hoping that you misinterpreted the whole thing.

But what you saw next did the opposite thing. The redhead got a small box from her jacket and gave it to the witch making your heart ache. They seemed so happy, so happy that you couldn’t bring yourself to go there. You loved her and wanted her happy so if this was the only option you’d let her go.

Quickly making your way over to your car you sped off to your apartment to pack your things.

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3rd point of view

Natasha saw a car drive past them that seemed way to familiar so she turned around before she realized. It was your car.

“Fuck! I gotta go Wands” she said climbing into her car confusing the witch. “What’s wrong? Where do you wanna go?” She asked completely blind to the situation. Nat answered a quick Y/n saw us and started to panic. “It’s going to be alright. Just go there and explain it to her! You’ll be fine!” Wanda said and closed the smaller woman’s door.

As she arrived at their apartment her heart started to beat much faster and blood rushed to her cheeks. This really was going to make or break everything.

“Babe? Where are you?” She called out as she opened the door to the shared apartment. “I’m here Natasha” the taller girl answered. This was the moment she knew she fucked up. “Don’t call me Natasha. You never call me Natasha, it’s babe or sweetheart or anything, but not Natasha.” She walked closer to the y/h/c who tried to keep herself together. Only now she could see her red eyes and the tear stains on her cheeks causing her to reach out.

But Y/n took a step back. “Why would you do that?! I loved you so much and you go and sleep with her! A friend of mine? Why wasn’t I enough??” The broken voice broke the Russians heart, she knew what you were thinking and you had every right to.

“My love, it was not what it looked like I promise.” Y/n was now anxiously walking around. “Oh really? And what about you barely being here anymore? And hiding your phone? And lying to me?” Her sadness slowly turned into madness. Romanoff didn’t have any right to cheat on her. She’s always been a good girlfriend, she came to all the events, the cooked for her, she was there for her and never pushed her to do anything.

While the taller girl walked around rambling about how unfair all of this was Nat decided on the only way to end this.

So when Y/n turned around she saw her girlfriend on one knee in front of her holding a beautiful ring with red details in her hand.

“I’m sorry I neglected you these last few weeks but I was planning to do this really big and cool proposal but I got scared. One day I was so sure that I want to marry you that I started to panic so I thought maybe I just need some distance and when I told Wanda she convinced me that this is a good thing and helped me plan it. I was so unsure that I didn’t even think about what you must think.” She started her Monolog.

“But I want you to know that I love you with my whole heart and that being with you made me a better person. I thank my lucky stars everyday that I get to be with you and I still can’t believe it. You opened my eyes to so many things and always treated me as way more than I was actually worth! I couldn’t have done so many things without you and I can’t wait to see what more comes. I love you with all my heart. Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n do you wanna marry me?”

She couldn’t move, she was so shocked that her brain stopped working. Only the tears flowing down her cheeks for the second time this day.

After some seconds in silence Natasha thought she had her answer and was about to stand up when she was tackled into the floor. Y/n laying on top of her with her head in the crock of her neck whispering a quick yes before placing kisses on her neck.

They were still lying on the floor when to taller girl started to apologize. “I’m sorry for thinking you were cheating on me.” She whispered before pressing a kiss to her fiancées lips. “You had every right to think that and I’m sorry for hurting you because I was to insecure.” The redhead pulled her closer and connected their hands pulling out her phone.

She quickly snapped a picture of the two of them laying on the floor with Y/n hand in hers, the ring on display. She send it to the rest of her team with a short text saying ‘guys, meet my fiancée❤️’.

They spend the rest of the night laying on the ground cuddling and kissing as Y/n demanded all the affection she didn’t get for the last couple of weeks.

So to say that there relationship was great was an understatement and both of them hoped that saying that their marriage was great would also be an understatement.

I hope this is what you wanted… if not just tell me and I’ll try again. Thank you <3 I hope you guys enjoy

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #marvel #marvel x you #natasha romanoff x reader #reader insert #brooooswriting #fan fiction

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nyrandrea · 10 months

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The Essence Of Our Spark

Summary: Hiding in plain sight.

Noah Diaz had learned how to do that all too well, but when an argument with his little brother cracks open the flood gates of suppressed memories of wars long past, his mask slips, and along with it, his sanity.

(Takes place after the events of ROTB so there will be spoilers!)

TW: Mentions of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Also a few swears

Also available to read on AO3 here!

In the darkest corners of Noah’s mind, where memories converged with fear, something whispered in his sleep; fragments of a past that he had always desperately wished to forget. His nightmares always came in the form of a battlefield, screams pierced the air and mingled with the metallic cacophony of gunfire. Amid the madness, a lone young soldier struggled to fix a circuit breaker, his eyes wild with terror. With every breath, he inhaled the acrid scent and exhaled a piece of his humanity, forever lost to the unforgiving abyss of war.

Noah flinched, and he put a hand to his chest to steady his breathing as loud popping went off in the kitchen, a familiar scent of butter and salt wafted through to his room.

‘Popcorn... ’ he reassured himself. ‘It’s just mom making popcorn...get a goddamn grip, man...’

As if sensing something was wrong, Noah’s mother appeared by the door frame, hugging a bowl to her chest with one arm and a duvet draped around the other.

“Noah, please tell me you ain’t still working on that thing?” she said, nodding to his work desk.

Taking a moment to flex his trembling hand, he dismissively waved her off. “C’mon, I’ve only been at it for an hour or two.”

“Honey, it’s three in the afternoon. You been hunched over that desk since two in the morning.”

Her expression softened when Noah didn’t reply. “Have you been taking those sleeping pills?”

“Yeah, I just...got the work bug, that’s all,” he muttered. “You know me, once I start, can’t stop.”

“You gotta stop sometime, sweetheart. Otherwise, your body will.”

Noah flinched slightly. “...Right. Don’t you have a movie to watch?”

His mom frowned but said nothing. “Because I know you haven’t eaten anything, there’s leftovers in the fridge, okay? Just...don’t cook, I’m too tired to deal with that right now. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

Once again, he waved her off, and when she finally got the hint, he returned to his work project.

“C’mon...just work, damn it...!” Noah sighed, his nostrils flaring as he tried to splice a couple of wires together. This was the last step to complete the repair for Kris’s gameboy, which had suffered a beating against the wall after several failed attempts at the final boss of whatever latest game he had received for his birthday.

The walls in the apartment were thin so Noah and his mother had immediately scrambled out of their beds when they heard a loud banging coming from Kris’s room, with Noah kicking down the door and raising a baseball bat to beat the shit out of whoever had been stupid enough to break into their home and target his little brother, only to be met with the snivelling boy sitting on the bed hugging his knees and pointing at the broken console on the floor.

Kris had suffered his first bout of gamer rage.

Noah had tried to be sympathetic; their mother much less so.

He couldn’t blame her for being angry. She worked long hours and had spent a lot of hard-earned cash to buy that gameboy for Kris in the hopes that it would cheer him up—or at least provide a distraction—from his illness. They couldn’t afford another one.

Which was why Noah needed to fix it.

It had been weeks since his last interview, and the small pot of money he had slowly built up from doing various repair jobs for folks around the neighbourhood was beginning to dry up. He had spent most of it on various parts to fix up Mirage.

And it had been worth every damn dime.

“C’mon...There we go!” He punched a victorious fist in the air as the screen lit up along with the familiar 8-bit jingle. “Oh, thank God. Or Primus. Whatever.” Noah sat back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, sighing in relief and smiling at the thought of Kris’s face lighting up when he got his one true love back.

Noah snorted. That kid needed to get out more.

His expression dropped a little. He knew at one point, when the illness was at its earliest stages, that Kris had tried to hang out with his friends, go to school, play at sports, just all the normal stuff that a kid should be doing. But he started tiring more and more easily and grew so frustrated that he ended up locking himself in his room, isolating himself from the world and everybody that loved him

That was when he got the call from his mom, her voice had a nasal tone to it, as if she’d just been crying, and Noah knew he needed to come home. Fortunately, his superiors granted him general discharge after a hell of a lot of arm twisting. However, they made sure to get back at him in the form of a bad reference that crapped all over his chances of getting a decent job.

Or any job, really. Even the damn janitors wouldn’t take him on.

Giving himself a mental kick, Noah forced himself out of the chair before he could start feeling sorry for himself and grabbed the newly fixed console before heading to the door.

“Hey, ma,” he softly called out, softly knocking on the living room door and entering when he heard a muffled “Come in ..”. He smiled a little at the shifting lump on the couch, a hand lifting from under the covers to reveal his mom’s face, illuminated by the soft glow of the television screen. He couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under her eyes; those night shifts were really starting to take their toll on her.

“¿Qué es eso?” she asked. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’ve finally fixed Kris’s console, just headin’ out to give it to him now.”

“Oh gracias a Dios,” she muttered in relief. “You’re a little miracle worker, you know?”

“Sí, mama,” Noah gloated, holding up his hands. “I know I’m the best.”

She smirked under the covers. “If only your cooking skills were that good.”

“Hey, c’mon now, it’s just an acquired taste, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” she said with a yawn, prompting Noah to take the handle and close the door part-way.

“You work yourself too hard,” he said softly. “I’ll let you get some shut-eye.”

“And you worry too much,” she weakly argued back. “Tell Kris to be home by six,” his mom paused a moment before adding. “He’s been spending almost as much time at that dingy old garage as you have recently.”

Noah swallowed down a dry lump. “Yeah, he’s uh...been helping me out with this... project.”

He inwardly cringed. He had always been a bad liar, especially when it came to his family.

“Right,” she drawled out, obviously not convinced. “Just make sure he doesn’t inhale too much of those car fumes. It’s not good for his condition.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Noah said, inching his way out the door before making a beeline for it, shouting out a quick “love you!” before slamming the door shut on his way out.

Beads of sweat ran down the sides of his face as he jogged down the stairs of the apartment building and into the bustling and vibrant streets of Brooklyn, shoving the gameboy into his pocket as he walked down the street.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep this secret from his mother. Kris had found out within five minutes of him being home, but luckily had taken the whole thing in his stride, seemingly not phased by the idea of giant alien robots and the world nearly ending.

Kris was just built different, he supposed.

Their mother on the other hand...

He wasn’t sure what would have freaked her out more; the fact that he was friends with talking vehicles or that he had travelled outside of New York without leaving so much as a note.

He may be have been in his late twenties but there was no doubt in his mind that she would have grounded his ass for a month if she found out.

Noah shook his head, he was going to keep this secret for as long as he had breath in his body. She had enough to worry about: with her job, classes, bills, the medication for Kris.

Except they didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

Absent-mindedly pulling the business card he had received at his ‘security job’ interview, he twirled it in his fingers, brushing a thumb over the symbol of the eagle. The whole situation was still so bizarre to him; this super-secret government organization wanted him as an agent because...what, he just happened to choose the right car to break into? Because he was associated—by accident—with giant machines that could help them with whatever war they were in the middle of?

Noah couldn’t think of any other reason on why they would want to hire him.

It was Elena who had led the Autobots and Maximals to the transwarp key, it was Optimus Prime and Primal that charged into battle against Scourge and Unicron, and it was Mirage who had sacrificed himself and transformed his body into a suit to protect Noah. He...he hadn’t really done much of anything. Just happened to tag along for the ride.

That Agent Burke guy was wrong. He didn’t deserve this.

And he couldn’t throw himself into the middle of another war. Not after his harrowing time with the army and certainly not after that whole world-ending ordeal he’d just been through. Besides, he had other responsibilities. He couldn’t leave Kris again. Or his mother. They needed him. He was the man of the house. They needed him. He was more useful to them here than playing pretend at some secret agent shit.

...Right?

He shoved the card back into his jacket pocket, planning on throwing it away later. From his other pocket, he pulled out a walkie talkie.

“Yo, Kris,” he greeted. “Got a little something for ya, you still at the garage where I told you to stay?”

There was a pause.

“What did I say about using our real names?”

Noah rolled his eyes. “Apologies, Tails. I repeat: you at the garage?”

“Uh. Yep. Still here.”

“Then why don’t I see you, huh?” Noah asked dryly as he edged past the heavy wooden doors and into the dimly lit space. A nostalgic scent of motor oil and sawdust tinged the air, a reminder that this was Noah’s safe-space. The small workshop was a treasure trove of relics; shelves lined the walls, each filled with an array of tools and rusted projects that had been laid to rest.

The only thing the garage was missing was his little brother and newly repaired Porsche.

“Kzzzzt, this is Knuckles here,” a new voice chimed in. “You’re uh, kzzzzt, breaking up there, Sonic.”

Noah grimaced and clutched onto the radio device a little harder. “You get him back here now or I swear I’ll put my knuckles through your damn windshield...!”

“Geez! What’s with the threats, huh? Calm down or you’ll end up as much of a killjoy as Optimus-”

“No names!”

“Oh! Sorry.”

Rubbing his temples in frustration, Noah tried again. “Can you guys please just come back? Like I said, I got something for you, Tails. It’s real important.”

As if on cue, a mis-matched Porsche came skidding along the road and sped right towards Noah, who didn’t even flinch when it screeched to a halt within inches of him and went through the all-too familiar process of transforming.

“Mirage is in the garage!” The robot cheerfully announced, catching Kris mid-transformation and gently lowering him to the ground in front of Noah before stretching out his limbs. “Oh, man does it feel good to get out again. And! I gotta say Kris, you’re even more fun to joyride with than your brother.”

Noah rubbed his face, feeling like a vein was about to pop. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Hey, come on now, Noah,” Mirage waved a dismissive hand. “Jealousy ain’t a good look on you.”

“You took Kris out joyriding?!”

“Guys...”

“I took him out for some fresh air! What, you’d rather the kid was cooped up in this dusty old workshop all day?” Mirage snapped back, dramatically gesturing around the small, cramped room.

“Guys!” Kris shouted out before Noah could argue back. “I can talk for myself, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know Kris, but-” Noah tried to argue as the robot looked down sheepishly, only to be instantly hushed by his little brother’s stone-cold glare. He’d definitely learned that from their mother. Or Optimus.

“He only took me ‘round the block a few times, Noah. I wanted to go with him.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Kris held up a finger. “Besides, we didn’t get into any trouble.”

“Well, except for that cop tryna’ stop us for speeding-”

“I said we didn’t get into any trouble,” Kris reiterated, aiming his glare up at Mirage now, who instantly stiffened and looked away.

“Nope. No trouble here.”

Noah sighed and knelt to Kris’s level. “Look, I get you want to have your own adventures and yeah, even I got into a little trouble when I was your age.”

“A little?”

“Okay, a lot,” he corrected himself. “Look, my point is... you gotta be careful. I...,” Noah paused for a moment, trying to find the best way to word this.

“I don’t want you to end up being like me.”

A silence fell upon the room then as Kris narrowed his eyes, and he didn’t even have to look up to know that Mirage was boring down on him too.

“Bro, you ain’t being serious, right?”

“I am being serious, Kris. You...you’re...I mean I...” Noah stuttered. God, why was talking so hard? “You’re a real bright kid and-”

“Lemme guess, I got a ‘bright future ahead of me’?” Kris drawled out sarcastically.

“Yeah! You do! But you gotta drop that attitude, keep your head down and keep up with your schoolwork. You can’t be like me and fu-” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “Muck it up like I did.”

“You can say fuck, Noah. I’m not five.”

Mirage, who had taken to hovering in the background so as to not get in the middle of the brother’s argument, sputtered and tried to poorly disguise his laugh with a hacking cough, blaming it on the dust.

Noah groaned and rose, deciding it was now time to harness the kind of power stance that would usually win his mother an argument “My point is that you’ve got a chance to make something of yourself, get outta Brooklyn, get yourself a decent job with good money-”

“Okay, I may be old enough to swear but I ain’t old enough to be thinking about all that,” Kris said defiantly, crossing his arms to mirror Noah. “You can’t just dump all that on me.”

“I’m not dumping anything on you, I’m just saying you gotta-”

“Well, I think you gotta go see a therapist.”

Noah blinked as a smug grin formed on Kris’s face. “W-what?”

“Don’t you even notice that you’re always putting yourself down?” The teen grasped at his hair dramatically and pitched his voice down an octave. “Oh no...! I’m not good enough to get a job...! I don’t deserve to get credit for saving the freakin’ world...! I can’t cook for shit...!”

Noah wasn’t sure what to get more offended by—the fact that his own brother was insulting him or that he had the balls to pull him up about his own insecurities.

“You little-! I don’t sound like that! And my cooking is just...an acquired taste...!”

“Stop avoiding the subject.”

“I don’t need a therapist; we can’t even afford one! And last I checked, we were talking about your future, not mine. So, let’s leave it, yeah?”

Kris didn’t take the hint.

“Bro, you are part of my future. And you always tell me that it ain’t good to bottle up our emotions and to always talk. Like when Tails helps Sonic, or Luigi helps Mario, or-”

“But we ain’t Sonic and Tails! Or...or Mario and Luigi or whatever, and this ain’t a videogame, Kris! You can’t just point and click your way through life and expect to get a happy ending. You got your head in the clouds way too much, and it’s about time you got back down to reality like the rest of us!”

“Noah...” Mirage finally chimed in, but was interrupted by Kris.

“No, I get it,” the boy said, somberly nodding. “You got all these hopes and dreams that you couldn’t achieve by yourself and so now you’re pinning ‘em all on me, right? ‘Cuz you think you ain’t got a chance at living the life that you wanted. ‘Cuz you’re worthless, right?”

“Worthless... worthless ... you’re worthless...!” His commander had shouted at him. His father had shouted at him. He had shouted at himself.

Noah’s head was pounding . His thoughts clashed like opposing tides in a wild storm; a battle between fear and reason, threatening to tear him apart. All he wanted was for his little brother to have a good life and not to be trapped within the four walls of a rotting apartment in the middle of gang and police territory, fearing for his life every time he opened the door, that he would get shot for being in the wrong place at the right time. To try and escape, only to end up in a different kind of war that valued him only as cannon fodder, to be sent home in a box with a medal slapped on his cold, lifeless body for his ‘service’. To be remembered by only a few and missed by no-one.

And to be regarded as a low-life coward for running away.

“Noah...? Noah...! Noah ...”

He didn’t even realise that Kris had a grip on his arms and was shaking him, or that Mirage was kneeling with his hands hovering over him. Their mouths were moving but what they were saying was all muffled and distorted, like he was underwater.

His lungs hitched, and he started gasping for air.

Noah hated that he couldn’t keep his emotions in check, that something so trivial triggered such a raw, primal fear within him, and that he showed such a vulnerability to his little brother and best friend. The two people who were supposed to rely on him for support and strength.

With some semblance of control, he managed to wave them both off with an air of nonchalance and coolness that he had learned to adopt from Mirage's personality.

“I’m fine, I’m good,” he just about choked out. “I think I just gotta...go for a walk or somethin’.”

His legs found the strength to stumble forward of their own accord, stopping only briefly to lean by the doors so he could glance back. “Mirage, could you uh...could you take Kris home? Mom wants him home by...by six, aight? And make sure he does his homework because...yeah.”

“But Noah... yew don luk so gud...”

“Just do it, okay?!” He snapped. “Please...”

Within Noah’s weary soul, a fervent desire to escape surged through his body, and without a second thought, he slipped out into the embrace of the early night. Each step propelled him into the unknown, his heart beating wildly as his legs pounded against the pavement, fuelling his need to leave everyone else behind.

The wind whistled through his ears, and the city bathed in the soft glow of streetlights overcame every ounce of his senses, drowning out the chorus of desperation that echoed from all around him.

XXX

I am hungry for the hurt/comfort Noah and Mirage fics so I decided to write one myself. Let me know what y'all think!

Part 2: Coming Soon!

#transformers #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers rotb #transformers mirage #transformers noah #mirage and noah #miroah #can be read as platonic or romantic #transformers fanfiction #my writing

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Happy Birthday Daddy

Synopsis: One where Harry's daughter plans something special for his birthday, and ends up confessing anymore to things to his baby mama

CW: A butt load of Fluff and a pinch of angst.

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Harry was home, exhausted even on his break.

He's been taking care of little Alba whilst her Mummy is busy with work, also taking care of all the other house chores as his house keeper was on a vacation. He was still finding little pieces of confetti as he cleaned the house from Alba's birthday just last week they celebrated at his house. She turned three!

YN was there to pick up Alba on her home from work, she's usually got their daughter, especially when he's touring and all. But Alba is still her daddy's princess.

"Have a nice day with Mummy, okay Princess?" Harry kissed all over his little girls face, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes!" Alba chirped, "we gonna eat cake!"

"Yeah, we're gonna eat loads of cake tomorrow." He chuckled and looked up at YN who was patiently waiting for them to be done with their goodbyes for the day.

YN had gotten off work early today, she wanted to spend a day with Alba as she felt too bad not being able to be with her since her birthday. Alba loves both her parents though she's too young to understand her parents are not typical pair of parents, like most of her friends' from nursery.

"You're gonna be there tomorrow?" Harry asked, still crouched with a wiggly toddler in his arms.

"Oh, I'll have to see. Not sure though." YN shrugged.

"Alright." Harry sighed, "what are you two upto today?"

"We're going to get our hair and nails done, then we'll go eat out go home and watch a movie, won't be Alba?" YN cooed looking at her daughter.

"Yes!" She clapped her tiny hands in excitement. "I wan'to get fwenges, Papa!"

"Yeah? You're gonna look so pretty with fringes baby." He beamed at his little one, "and you do need a little hair cut don't you?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded, "wess go Mummy!" She turned around to give her dad a little kiss on his mouth before running to put her shoes on.

Even though Harry doesn't mind outside shoes in his house she still carries the manners of not wearing dirty shoes inside. She knows it's very dirty and not hygienic. Such a smart little kid she is. Harry walked them out, strapped the little girl in her car seat whilst YN put all her stuff away in the booth.

"I'll drop her off at ten tomorrow." YN said.

"Okay, drive safe." He smiled watching her get in her car.

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Rest of the day Harry spent in his house, reading and making himself some lunch at home. He instantly missed Alba as she would tail around him and make a mess trying to help him cook, but she deserves to be with her Mummy as well.

He did kept getting loads of updates of her though, like she got her nails done in pink and gold, got her hair trimmed and her fringes cut like she had asked for.

"You're being so brave, Alba, I'm so proud of you." YN spoke in the video behind the camera as Alba got her hair washed.

He remembered YN telling him before her birthday they did went to get her hair cut but she got too overwhelmed and scared. Today she was being very brave. It was her second hair cut ever. It was a long video. The hair dresser asking YN if she's filming and her telling the man that she's sending the video Alba's dad and the hair dresser called him her husband on accident but she did not bother to correct him.

A few pictures of Alba making silly faces with a white towel wrapped around her head. She looked ditto like his mini version. The same eyes, same lips, same dimples, same nose, same way of posing for pictures, Same curly blonde hair which are slowly turning brown.

About half and hour later he got pictures of Alba's hair all styled with her natural curls dropping to her shoulders, her chubby cheeks looking more prominent with fringes framing her face.

More pictures of her messily eating a pizza and ice cream and sipping on what looks like strawberry milkshake. It was quite late so the updates stopped, he reckoned they both went back home. She was having a field day.

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On the other side, YN thought it would be a good idea to get Alba on the idea of making her dad a gift bag. He had strictly asked not to get him anything but he won't be able to say no if Alba is behind it all.

So they went to stores YN knew she could afford which was H&M, Alba picked a very pretty baby blue button down shirt for her dad. YN didn't know his pant size so they opted for a necklace instead, a little H and A and a heart charm on it. Alba wanted to add some socks to the bag as well. From the kids section she picked a tiny white cat stuffie with a pink nose and green buttoned eyes. A couple of hair clips YN picked out knowing he uses those.

"Mummy, I wan this pwease!" She found a little barbie RV for herself.

She did get a load of presents this year but YN couldn't get her much other than a cake and a few clothes so she plopped the toy in the cart. They also found Tiaras, Alba picked three one for each of them.

From the next store they picked out a pair of new Nike workout shoes, YN wanted to get him a pair as she had seen his old ones are holding onto it by threads. And they were off to craft store next where YN picked a shimmery paper bag and decorative tissue papers. And two cards.

He did the same for YN last year. They also picked his favorites chocolates and sweets from the bulk store.

Alba had a little tantrum wanting to go to Build-a-bear again even though she went just two days ago with her Aunty Gemma.

After getting dinner outside, both the girls went back home and Alba was off to bed in no time. She even skipped her nightly bath time she was that tired. Just as she was about ready to get Harry's gift bag ready after all the other house chores she got a call from him, he usually calls in before Alba's bed time to talk her to sleep.

"Hi," YN said.

"Hello," he chirped, "is Alba asleep?"

"Mhmm. She went straight to bed after we got back home." YN informed him.

"She must be really tired then." He said, "just wanted to talk to her before I headed out with me friends."

"Oh, yeah no, I think she's in deep sleep." She checked up on Alba who seemed to be in deep sleep. "Yep."

"Alright." He let out a sighed and hung up.

The next morning, YN got to preparing for breakfast. She knows Harry's gonna be hung over and she thought she'd make him some too knowing she has to make some for herself and their daughter food. After getting Alba ready they got to writing on the little cards.

"Mummy, hwelp me pwease?" Alba asked, she had a green Sharpie in her hand and she climbed up on her mum's lap.

"What do you wanna write for your Papa?" YN asked.

"Mmm," she looked up thinking with her pointer finger tapping onto her chin, "you are the bwest Papa, Alba love you soooo much!" She announced.

"Yeah? And do you also wanna write Happy Birthday on it?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded.

YN held her hand as they wrote the little message onto one side. The little girl wanted to make a little drawing for her dad on the other side. So she got to that. YN got a little card for him too so she wrote a little something onto it.

They placed all the things in the bag and his it all with decorative tissue before getting to make breakfast and head out.

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"Papa, I go' you gwifs!" Alba made a run towards her father as soon as she got to his place.

"You didn't had to my love!" Harry cooed already scooping the little girl in his arms. "You look so pretty in your new dress!"

Harry was still in his PJs, probably hung over, black basket ball shorts and a worn down gray t-shirt. His mug filled with his usual black coffee. He still uses the mug YN got him ages ago.

"Mummy, gimme bag!" She demanded as her dad carried her to the living room. She talks just like Harry, she had also picked up on his accent very much, well, it was meant to be really.

"That one's got breakfast in it, Alba," YN reminded her, "the one with the tissue paper."

"Oh!" She sounded and carried the bag with decorative tissue paper to her dad. "Happy birfday, Papa!"

"Aw thank you baby!" He cooed watching ber struggle to carry the bag twice her own size but he opted not to help her. She's an independent girl, and she'd throw a tantrum if he tried to help her.

"Open, open, open!"

"Okay, okay," he placed his empty coffee mug on the coffee table chuckling at her excitement, before he got to opening the bag, it was yellow sparkly bag with green tissue on it. The first thing he saw was card Alba wrote for him.

"Happy Birthday Daddy." He read the cover of the card and glanced at his daughter who was leaning onto his thigh looking at him in anticipation and adoration as he opened and read what's written inside. "You are the best Papa, Alba love you so much!!- you are the best daughter, I love you!"

"Love you!" She grinned, getting on her tippy toes she placed a tiny little kiss on his mouth. "Look, Alba draw a heart, an' a smiwey fo' you," she pointed out the little drawings, "this you, this Mumma an' Alba."

There was a stick figure drawings of her little family. She was also holding a balloon in the little painting. She even used gree for both their eyes and brown for her mum's. He liked it, there is so much a three year old can do.

"I really appreciate this baby, thank you." He gave her a little forehead kiss.

"Yo' welcome, Papa."

He got to the next thing, it was all the chocolates and sweets. And then he got to the necklaces and charms. "Oh, this is so pretty. I'm gonna wear this now." He put on the necklace.

"You look so pwetty." She squealed.

He even named his first Gucci collection after both of them. "HA HA HA" which stood for "Harry&Alba Harry&Alba Harry&Alba". Though no one knew he's got a daughter now, it was something he wanted to do for her. He even got little blazers made of her size so they could match for her birthday last week. He asked her to pick out the next thing.

"Papa, wear this too." Alba demanded picking out the blue shirt she picked for him.

"This is so nice, my little angel, thank you so much." He smiled at her and not before glancing at her mother who was sat at a distance on a love seat watching both of them. She probably took a few candid pictures and videos of them.

"That's all I could afford, hope you like it." YN said.

"No, this is so thoughtful of you." He smiled, "even though I told you I don't want anything, I really appreciate it. Thank you."

"Yo' welcome!" Alba chirped making her parents laugh, she had already gotten into the little bag of the sweets which her dad's.

"Papa this," Alba realised and fished out the Tiaras from the bag, "pwetty papa!" She celebrated after placing one her dad's head.

Harry laughed, "now your turn." He placed the pink one on her head to match her dress. She gave him a little twirl giggling loudly. Next Harry picked out the stuffed toy, he cooed.

"Her name is Alba as well." YN pointed out as Alba was not likely going to explain it to him the same way she did yesterday at the store, "she picked it out so you can take this Alba on tour with you always."

"Awe that's so sweet!" He chuckled, "what what's this?"

"I pway with this?" Alba asked.

"Of course, princess." Harry gabe the toy to her.

"Fank you." She grabbed the toy and ran to the play corner, leaving her dad to pick last two things.

"No, you didn't had to get me these!" Harry exclaimed. "These are very expensive YN."

"I know, Alba got those for you." She shrugged.

"But you paid for it."

"She did." YN pointed at the girl chowing down on vegan gummy bears busy with her wooden kitchen set. Harry knew it he won't get to eating any of those, so he didn't mind her eating his chocolates and sweets.

He just squinted his eyes at YN playfully as he picked out last two things in the bag, it was another card. This card just read Happy Birthday. He opened it to find a little note written on it in nice handwriting.

"Anyway, I need to get going now." YN announced before giving him a chance to speak up, "you can drop her off tonight whenever."

"You're not going to stay over for breakfast?" He seemed visibly upset.

"I've got to go to work today, took a half day."

"Would you want to come over for dinner then? Mum is coming over to help me later. Please, YN?" He asked.

"Okay, I'll see." She agreed, giving into his puppy face. The same puppy face she couldn't resist yesterday buying the Barbie RV toy.

"Alright. I'll see you tonight then." He smirked trying to hold back his excitement as he walked her to the doo after she was done bidding Alba bye.

YN's sound engineer, so she needs to work whenever the artists she's working with want to work. She's fairly new to the industry but her job is as demanding as Harry's.

That's how they both met. She was twenty when he was writing his first solo album. They became good friends. Up until about four years ago when they both drunkenly spent together, hence an angel named Alba was born.

Sure it did put a strain on their friendship. They were both joined to hip the first they met. Spent all their birthdays together, YN travelled a lot because of him. Especially during his first tour and his movie press.

YN started working in the studio after Alba was born as it was nearly impossible to travel when she was heavily pregnant and after with a fussy baby. Yeah, Alba was a fussy baby. YN was afraid to fly her to different timezones. And new shift to her job felt more zen to her, so it worked out all together.

It wasn't the pregnancy that put a strain on their friendship. It was when YN confessed him of her feelings. It wasn't that he didn't felt the same way, his work was way demanding and he wasn't ready for a relationship, even though he was thrown into fatherhood. There wasn't a doubt that Alba wasn't his. Harry knew YN never slept around with random more like he does or used to, but they still went withthe paternity test due to all the pressures she was put into. Especially by his rep and management team. Alba is indeed his. She's a clone of him.

They found out about the pregnancy way later when YN started showing and feeling Alba move inside her. It was way too late to take any actions. And none of them wanted to choose alternatives like foster care or adoption after she was born, especially when both of them were completely able to take care of the child.

It was hard to adjust to co-parenting but there was nothing they couldn't do together.

YN was so hurt, he said he wasn't ready for a relationship yet he went onto date someone else. Hence her distanced and stiff behaviour towards him. It wasn't easy for her to move on, especially when he's so nice and kind to her, especially when he tells her that he loves her but not in that way, or at least that's what he likes to think.

He's been trying to talk to her, feeling way too guilty. He wanted to sort things out with her because she tries to be nice to him for Alba and he doesn't want that. He wants his friend back.

They have had arguments with YN not wanting Alba around any of his girlfriend's, who clearly turn out to be toxic as time goes by. One even went as far as teaching Alba that she's her step mama, that was last straw for YN. She even threatened to get the lawyers involved if that kept happening.

YN's very protective of Alba, even though she hardly ever shows it.

Sighing he went back his daughter, had a little play with her after breakfast and she was off to her afternoon nap. Anne came over to help him with the dinner.

"Mum, do you think I am going wrong somewhere?" He asked, helping his mum by making the salad.

"Whatever for, love?" Anne cooed.

"With YN, she seems so closed off. We used fo be best friends. Even a year after Alba was born." He explained, "I know my ex-girlfriend did some shit which is no excusable. I just want to talk to her, some or the other excuse come up and she has to leave."

"I know." Anne nodded, "It was triggering for her, hearing what happened. I mean your girlfriend wanting Alba to call her Mama. You know she's had a rough time after giving birth. You just need to give her some time, it still takes a lot of time to get out of postpartum period. Your body heals up but you mind needs more time."

"Mhmm." He nodded, "I miss her, you know. I love her and I don't know how to tell her. I don't even know if she'll believe me." He placed the knife down seeing his vision get blurry with tears.

"Come here." Anne pulled him in for a bear hug. "It's okay, I'm sure she will come around."

Well, he cried on his birthday. It was a ritual.

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Like YN said, she made in time for dinner. Also because Gemma texted her.

YN's not that bad of a person to make someone sad or upset on their birthday. So she went.

She still found both of them wearing the tiaras. Alba apparently made him wear the shirt she got for him. She was being super hyper, apparently few of the chocolates had coffee in it and it was working on her. Instead of having a sugar crash she was running around.

"YN!" Gemma announced as soon as she got the door and embraced her in a big hug. "I've missed you so much!"

"I missed you too Gemma!" YN hugged her back. "How have you been?"

The girls got to talking and gossiping.

They got to dinner right away, and played a bunch of fun games including Alba until she fell asleep on her dad. Apparently both of them went to park earlier today so she was extra tired. She was lied in between both her parents watching Turning Red on top her mum, her head on YN's chest facing her dad.

"Oh she's asleep." Harry announced, quietly. YN looked down at her little one drooling over her shirt.

"I'll put her to bed." She announced getting up, she walked to her bedroom at her dad's house. Tucking her in bed, YN walked out to collect her things and leave.

"You're leavin'?" Harry asked watching her grab her stuff.

"Mhmm, she's asleep. You can drop her off at the nursery tomorrow before you leave." She shared, "I, I'll ask Anne or Gemma to pick her up later."

"Can I talk to you for a little bit first?" He asked, subtly gesturing her back to the living room, luckily it worked as concern took over her features.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I am completely fine, thank you." He smiled, "I'll make us some tea first."

"Uhh, Harry, I, I have an early morning tomorrow. I can't stay this long." YN stuttered hesitantly. Now Harry was the concerned one.

"You're working so much, is everything alright?" He sat on the next cushion, keeping a modest distance from her. "You look so tired as well."

"No, I'm fine." She shrugged, "what did you want to talk about?"

"Yeah..." He trailed off, "no, I just wanted to catch up. It's been a while since we had a proper chat, haven't we?" YN looked at him confusedly. Even before things happened, their friendship wasn't something where either of them had to keep up with one another. They could just pick up where they left.

"Now if you wanna keep these aside." He grabbed her bag and her jacket to place it down on the floor. "Come on, talk to me."

"You're making this awkward, what you want me talk about?" She scoffed confusedly.

"I don't know," he sighed in defeat, "About our little princess, I guess."

"She's fast asleep right now. Probably dreaming about cats." YN chuckled at her daughter's new found obsession.

"Yeah, today she was petting this feral cat in the neighborhood." Harry felt his confusion lift off his shoulders. "I was shocked at the cat let her pet it."

Today Alba had made a miracle by petting an animal which doesn't want human breathing around it. Even had a nice play time with it at the park.

"She's very rowdy." YN agreed.

"Isn't she!" Harry giggled, "she said that you got me a little birthday card too."

"Mhmm." She nodded, "did you read it?"

"I didn't actually, I'll read it later." He shared, "who you're working with these days?"

"Confidential."

"Hmmm, I see." He nodded, "look, 'm gonna get straight to point, why have you been acting like I'm a stranger to you?"

"I'm not," YN looked at him more confused, "I've just been so busy lately that's all."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm."

"Oh god!" He sighed running a heavy hand over his face and through his hair. "I'm so sorry."

"No, it's all good. I think even Alba thinks that way. I haven't been able to give her the time she deserves as well." YN shared, "it's all good."

"I'm sure it's not like that love. What are you talking about?"

"No, it's nothing really." She was so persistent on not telling him anything. The truth is, she's working extra time and she is very stressed lately.

First she came to London to study Medicine like her parents expected her to, she took out a huge students loan but ended up going to college for just one semester. That was when she got a few smaller projects to work on and met Jeffery, Harry's manager and they started to work together.

Her parents were furious when she told them she left college but it was only for a day or two, they're very supportive of her now in her career. YN was doing amazing, travelling and earning enough. She bought her parents a flat back home and all that good stuff. It was a different story when she told them she was pregnant. It took them long enough to wrap their heads around what really happened.

Recently she bought a new house for herself and her daughter. She could deal with the drunk college students who lived next to her at her old place. She just wanted her daughter to have a nice place to grow up at. Plus she wanted Alba to be closer to her father.

Paying the mortgage, her loans off was stressful enough that she was feeling guilty of not giving her daughter the one-on-one time. She basically got no one in London she can turn to, her parents live in a completely different country. Plus she haven't gotten out of her postpartum down period, and yes her daughter is three years old now.

"You can take the day off tomorrow?" Harry asked, "we can stay in and spend time with Alba together. I know you haven't been able to be with her that much. And you can also stay for a while, we can watch a movie together."

"Harry you're making me feel bad now I really can't take a day off I've got deadlines to meet I'm so sorry!" She rushed.

"It's alright, I get it, I get it." He said, "you want me to drive you back home, then? It's getting quite late." YN looked at her phone for time, it was already half past eleven. She'll only get four hours of sleep before she has to rush to the studio to finish up some work and then rush to the O2 arena to check in for a concert.

"I'll manage it, don't worry." She started looking for her car keys, she knew it made a thump when Harry snatched her stuff from her earlier.

Harry's heart was just a minute away from bursting out of his chest there. He still was lost as to how he should tell her or even bring up what he wants to talk about. He's simply too nervous and scared.

"Alright Harry, please text me when you've dropped Alba off to nursery." YN caught his attention once again as she was now ready to head out, busy fiddling with her bag.

"I love you." He said.

"Love you too." She said back.

Now it was a norm for both of them to say those words, platonically. YN has gotten over her feelings now and it doesn't really bother her anymore.

"No, I mean, I, I love you." His voice was soft but she could still hear him. He watched her stop doing whatever she was doing with her bag, probably trying to zip it up properly.

"What?"

"I love you." He repeated but earned just a sigh from her. "I, I know I shouldn't say it like this but I don't really know the proper way YN, really. But I've fallen in love with you, I always have been in love with you."

"Harry, this is mot the right time to talk about it!" Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she took three long strides towards him. It honestly intimidated him but he was surprised when she pulled him in a warm hug. Took him long enough to realise he was crying, probably why she hugged him. But he didn't miss the opportunity and hugged her back.

"You're so stupid, you know?" She mumbled, her fingers ran through hair on the back of his head.

"I know." He sniffled.

"Why are you crying!" She cooed.

"I don't know, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I've put you through such an emotional rollercoaster. I just didn't want to loose you as me best friend." He cried like Alba in the moment, "I'm so sorry!"

"Harry, don't cry please!" Her hand ran soothing circles on his back. "We can talk about it." She'd let him cry it out, like she does with Alba.

He's just a grown up version of Alba okay!

"You good now?" She enquired and just earned a nod from him as he still held onto her tight, "I know you're feeling big emotions but we can always talk about it, you know?"

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. She says the same thing to their daughter when she's overwhelmed or throwing a fit.

"Okay!" He agreed.

YN pulled away enough to look at him. "You know I called you stupid for a reason this time?"

"Yeah, the other times were for no reason at all. I get it, I get it." he still laughed to cut through this anxiety.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Just couldn't hold it in anymore." He shrugged, "was going to tell you after Alba was born, but I didn't know how you'd react. You've changed so much, it is a good change, but we don't travel together like we used to, you don't write and work with me anymore, we barely see each other. It's mum or Gemma bringing Alba to see me when I'm on tour. We don't see each other anymore, nor you talk to me anymore. Thought you hate me now."

YN's heart dropped to her stomach when he said that last thing. Yeah, she tends to hold grudges and be petty as fuck towards people who wrong her, vut she can't do that to him. She still loves him and will always love him, yes, she have dated a couple of people since Alba but it did not work out (she never have them meet her daughter ever). Yeah, he broke her heart by rejecting her. His feelings matter too, that time he did not felt the same. She's gotten over it. Though it became a norm when YN distanced herself, well, because she wanted space to clear out her mind. Now they're not joint to hip like they were used before. And it's okay.

But she'd never bring herself to hate him.

"I don't hate you, Harry!" YN cooed, "god, I did not know you felt that way. It's just that I've been working so much recently. It's not that I hate you, I could never. You're still my best friend, and now father of my first born."

"I thought it was because of what happened before Alba was born."

"Harry that was four years ago, five even. I've gotten over it really." YN explained, "I have always loved you. I could never, ever bring myself to hate."

"You still love me?" He asked, "if, if not then it's okay. I under—"

"I do." She interrupted him.

"You do?"

"Mhmm." YN nodded. Before she could say anything else his mouth was on hers, it did not take her long to give in though.

"I love you!" He kissed her again, "I love you!"

"I love you." YN chuckled softly, "but we need time, not going to jump into it all together."

"Not going to." He agreed. Because, let's be honest, it might or might not work out between two of them. But both of them are unspokenly ready to give it a chance.

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I'm not lying - JJK

Summary: Your relationship with Jungkook isn't the healthiest, to be precise.

Warnings: Jeon Jungkook has anger issues, and trust issues. Toxic relationship. Attachment issues. This really do be one unhealthy ass relationship.

Disclaimer: I love jk to bits, this is just a work of fiction.

Word count: 3k words

Beta read by @bebejungkook. Thank you Che babe 😘

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You unlocked your front door, tiptoeing into the hallway, half way relieved at the vacant living room. Hopefully Jungkook wasn’t back yet. Although it was nearly 6 pm, and Jungkook was usually home by 4 nowadays, given that his new lecture schedule was an early one.

Tripping over your feet, you hurried to the kitchen, planning to take advantage of this opportunity and get dinner ready before he inevitably came home. But the same moment, you heard the security system beep and the door unlocked.

Shit.

You turned to see Jungkook toeing off his shoes and slipping into his slippers before he raised his gaze and saw you standing in the kitchen door, regarding him with an unsure look.

“Did you just get back?” he asked you. Was it a no greetings kind of day? Was he mad about something?

“Um... yeah. We went to get dessert and were talking and I didn’t realize how long it had been. I’m sorry.” you clarified.

You had met Maria for lunch after so long. And yes, you had told Jungkook that you were going to meet her today, but you had also told him you’d be home early. What he absolutely didn’t need to know was that both of you had run into another old classfellow, Seojun and had spent a good part of the afternoon laughing and catching up with him. Seojun had even offered to drop you off home, something that you’d been quick to reject, knowing full well the way your boyfriend acted the moment any man looked at you. You had unfortunately, failed to convince both your friends that you weren’t active on any social media, when finally Seojun had succeeded to get your phone number, “For old times’ sakes.” he had winked. But Jungkook didn’t need to know any of that.

Jungkook shrugged, “No dinner?”

His words stung your heart. The Jungkook you had fallen in love with, had been enthusiastic to know every single detail about your days. He would greet you with a shower of love and affection when he came home. Now all he cared about was whether there would be dinner on the table, regardless of the day you had spent. Especially when you remembered nights when both of you were half drunk, laughing in the kitchen, and burning the food you had thought of cooking so bad, that he simply convinced you to go to bed and forgo dinner and when you had resisted, insisting that he had to eat something, he had wordlessly lifted you clean off your feet bridal style and taken you to bed where you hadn’t fallen asleep till the wee hours of the morning.

You shook your head, “I’ll whip something up in a bit. Are you really very hungry or can I take a shower first?”

Jungkook had collapsed on the couch by then, his eyes not meeting yours, instead scanning his phone. When had he started being so indifferent to you?

“I am hungry, but you should get changed first.”

Wow. Why had you expected that he would offer to order something?

Shaking your head at your own pathetic self, you made your way to the bedroom, leaving a mumbled “I’ll only be five minutes” over your shoulder at your boyfriend who probably hadn’t even heard.

Jungkook made his way into the bedroom the moment he heard the bathroom door close behind you. He was undressing from his work clothes when your phone, which lay on the bed, dinged with a text. He didn’t think much of it, he knew Maria had a habit of asking her friends if they got home safely. It was probably her.

It was when two more dings followed in quick succession that his interest was tickled. Who could be texting you? He leaned back to look at the screen and saw it was a number that wasn’t saved.

Interesting. Now Jungkook was really intrigued.

Biting his lip thoughtfully, he entered your password and unlocked the phone. Of course he knew your password, he knew the password to everything you owned that had a password. It was a given, he was your boyfriend after all, he deserved that much common decency.

(unknown number); Hey it’s Seojun!

(unknown number): Did you get home safe?

(unknown number): I had a great time today, let’s catch up more often :)

Jungkook’s fist clenched.

WHO

THE

FUCK

WAS

TEXTING

HIS

GIRL?

HIS GIRL!

And were you a willing participant of these interactions? The texts made it seem like you were... Were you cheating on him? When you knew how much he loved you? He felt ugly anger stewing in the pits of his stomach.

He heard the water in the shower stop, and quickly locked the phone, tossing it back on the bed and continued changing his clothes.

You stepped out, hair still damp because you didn’t want to spend more time than necessary drying it when Jungkook was clearly waiting for you to cook him something. He was in the room, his back turned to you. He had probably just pulled on his loose tshirt because even from the back you could see how fluffed up his hair was.

Running your fingers through his gorgeous silky hair was your guilty pleasure and your heart yearned to thread your fingers through it like it was right now. All fluffed up and bouncy. But since he refused to acknowledge your presence, you made your way out, back to the kitchen, begrudgingly pulling out the cutting board and starting to chop some shallots and garlic.

Jungkook had followed you. He stood in the doorway, eyeing you suspiciously. How were you so calm after betraying him like this? How many times had you been out and about with other guys while he slaved away with his classes. Were you even studying or were you just spending your days with such “friends”. Yeah, he knew what you’d say when he confronted you. ‘He’s just a friend Jungkook.’ he could practically hear your voice utter those cursed words. And here he had thought you were so very busy with studying into the late hours of the night. Was he that blind? Well, clearly he was since you had gathered the courage to blind side him like that.

You were acutely aware of the heated glare on your side profile as Jungkook stood in the door. What was he so mad about? Yes, you had been a little late coming home, but you had practically been living at the library the past couple of weeks, and he hadn’t seemed to mind that. Was it Maria? Did he suddenly have an issue with your oldest friend? Because if he had, he’d just have to suck it up. You looked up at him, raising a brow.

“Is everything okay Koo?” you even used his nickname, to soften whatever this new hard exterior was. You craved him. His love, his attention, his devotion to you. You missed his smiles, his giggles into your hair as you both watched movies, his strong arms engulfing you whenever he hugged you. Where was that boy? Did he not love you anymore? Why wouldn’t he say it like that and just ease matters for both of you.

“Who’s Seojun?” his tone was straight up accusatory.

“What?” your hands paused, and you looked straight at him. How had he found out?

“You heard me.” he said coolly, tilting his head.

“He’s an old class fellow.” you feigned nonchalance. Two could play at that game. Your heart that was thudding behind your ribs, didn’t agree.

“And why of all days, is he texting you today?”

Would it be okay if he texted me another day? you thought bitterly, before realizing what he’d said. The idiot had texted you? Oh God, you were in for it now.

“We happened to run into him while getting ice cream today and we exchanged numbers.” Honesty was the best policy right?

“I suggest you don’t lie to me y/n...” he said, his words measured, his tone cold.

A chill ran up your spine.

“I’m not lying.”

“But you are.” he took a few steps forward, holding his hand up for you to take. You placed a hand in his, painfully aware to the tremor in your own. Were you scared of him? No.

He couldn’t hurt you. You steeled your nerves. Yes, Jungkook was a little possessive, but he never hurt you.

But he had never gone through your phone like this ever, either. Your subconscious screamed at you that there was first time for everything.

“I’m not.” you said.

He dropped your hand, clutching his own hair. “You’re looking me dead in the eye and lying through your teeth for another man?” he said a bit too loud.

“J-jun...”

“Try again, y/n. Tell me the truth.” he approached you again, snaking his arms around your waist. “I won’t be mad baby.”

Tears pricked your eyes. Weeks of no affection and he’d finally called you baby while accusing you of something heinous. What was going on?

You raised a hand to cup his precious cheek, “I’m not... Kookie, I’m really not lying to you.” you whispered.

He smacked your hand away before it reached his face. “Then why are you crying? Why are you crying if you’re not guilty?” he said, so sharp that you felt his words had pierced straight through the dam of emotions and want that had been bubbling inside you.

“I’m crying because you’ve been ignoring me for weeks. You’ve barely talked to me all this time, hell you haven’t even called me by name, much less any nicknames and...”

“And so you’re going around with other men to compensate for my lack of attention?!” he cut you off, jumping to the conclusion abruptly. Then again, the tiny voice in your head told you he probably already had that conclusion in there somewhere.

You gasped, offended beyond belief. “You think I’m cheating on you?”

Where Jungkook’s voice was rising with every sentence, yours was getting lower, being buried under the unfathomable revelations that you were having, about just exactly how much this man who claimed to love you, trusted you.

“I don’t think so, I KNOW SO GODDAMMIT” he screamed, turning around and slamming a fist into the wall, with force that made you wince and tears finally fall past your lashes.

You saw a tinge of red as he withdrew his hand, your heart aching at the thought of him hurt. You were quick to forgo the fear that froze you in place at that moment, and stepped closer to him, “Please.” you cried as you took his bleeding hand in your own, “Just listen to me please.” your tears fell onto his split knuckles.

“Don’t touch me.” he said, teeth clenched.

Disregarding that completely, you raised his hand to your mouth, kissing the distressed wounds. Why was he reacting this way? This was what you had been scared of. Terrified of.

“Just let me explain.” you pleaded again.

“What’s there to listen to y/n?” he whispered hoarsely, his voice giving way as tears of hurt formed in his eyes. His beautiful doe eyes that you loved so much it physically hurt. How could he doubt you like this?

“Jungkookie, please believe me. Me and Maria were getting ice cream and he recognized us and came over to say hi.”

He shook his head. Everything he was doing to deny your truthfulness was just breaking your heart into tinier pieces.

“You don’t believe me?” you asked.

“No.” his statement left nothing to the imagination.

All breath left you. “Do you even love me?”

Jungkook withdrew his hand as if you had stung him and not just kissed his bloody knuckles with nothing but love. “So now he has you questioning my love for you?” he hollered.

You winced, following him into the living room, all thoughts of dinner abandoned. “He’s not making me question shit, Jungkook it’s you who’s making me question everything you once told me about us.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like we’re perfect for each other. Like I was made for your love and that you’d never make me cry. I don’t know if you’ve gone blind or your heart had turned to stone Jeon Jungkook but I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night for the past God knows how many nights!”

Jungkook shook his head, in clear denial of the fact. He took three steps to get to you, your body wound up tight as a spring. The look in his eye gave you plenty to be scared of now.

“Don’t touch me.” you warned him.

Completely disregarding your words, he gripped you by the shoulders, “That’s not my fault baby. That’s your conscience reminding you what you’re doing to me is wrong.” he shook you hard.

Your body went limp and your eyes widened. Not only had he blatantly disregarded your non-consent to touch you, he had been aggressive and spoken nothing but delusional bullshit. Something clicked into place.

“Let go, Jungkook.” you said, coldly.

You registered the shock flash across his face at the way you said it. Reluctantly he unhanded you and you quietly made your way over to the bedroom.

He was quick to follow, eyes widening in registration of the duffel bag you were stuffing your pajamas in.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he sounded panicked.

“I’m going to spend the night at Maria’s.” you stated, “I can’t be under the same roof as you right now.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

You whipped around and poked a firm finger into his chest. “Yes, I am Jungkook. And you can’t stop me. You’ve done enough damage as is.” you announced before going to the bathroom to get your toothbrush.

“No... no y/n-ie. Please stop, please don’t go. I’m sorry.” he came to you, standing in the door, blocking the exit.

You looked up at him. His lips were trembling. Did he really have the audacity to cry now? After he had hurt you in all ways? “Move.”

“No, I won’t. Please don’t go. Please?”

This compassion that he expected from you, why hadn’t he extended it to you when you had been the one crying and begging for understanding? You were hurt, so hurt by all the poison he had spit over the course of the evening. All the abandonment you had felt for so long came crashing back on your shoulders, as tears streamed down your face and you pushed against his strong, firm frame.

Jungkook couldn’t believe this. You were running away from him. YOU were running away from HIM? What sorcery was at play here? He bent his knees and gently lifted you clean off your feet.

Fear settled into your whole body, “Put me down.”

Jungkook shook his head stubbornly. He lowered you onto the bed, a strange, sick determination in his eyes. “J-jungkook...don’t” your voice shook towards the end. You raised two shaking hands to push against his chest again, as you tried to sit up, but he held you down. And then he was straddling your hips, tears streaming down his own cheeks as a whimper of fear left you. He wasn’t in his right mind, you were sure of it, but even that didn’t warrant what you thought he was about to do.

“Please don’t hurt me, Jungkookie, please.” your whispers were broken by sobs that now racked your frame under him.

What was he doing? How would he ever forgive himself?

Jungkook stared right into your eyes, and wiped away your tears, hurt by the fact that you shied away from his hand. “I’m not gonna hurt you baby. I’d never hurt you, my love.” He bent down, kissing your forehead.

You were crying so hard by now, that you had to gasp for air. His firm body on yours and the icy contrast of his tender lips against your burning forehead was too much.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered against your frown.

So now he wanted consent?

But you craved comfort so much that you were willing to forgo this. You wanted him to hold you and tell you he was sorry, better yet, that this was all a nightmare. You nodded wordlessly.

He wasted no more time to press his lips on yours. “My baby,” he murmured against you, “I love you, I love you so much, you believe me right?”

You nodded. You loved him too. So very much. Everything that had happened had broken your heart because it had been Jungkook, you had sworn not to hurt each other, but he had. Unknowingly albeit, but he had.

“I love you too bunny. I love you so much.” you mirrored his words, scanning his eyes and holding onto him tightly to get the fact across that you were speaking nothing but the truth. “It’s only you for me. It’s only you, Jungkook.”

He nodded, falling off you onto the pillows. He pulled you into his chest, as if scared that if he’d loosen his grip for a moment, you’d disappear. “Please never leave me y/n.” he said into your hair.

The evening wasn’t forgiven. The wounds on your heart were still fresh and bleeding, but you caressed his bruised hand absentmindedly, still in shock of all that happened. “Please just trust me Koo.” you said, equally as soft, bringing his hand up to reaffirm the kisses you had placed on his knuckles earlier.

He returned his hand to it’s previous home around your waist, holding you silently. The last thing you heard before you allowed your swollen, burning eyes to succumb to sleep was, “I do trust you, love. It’s them I don’t trust.”

You went to sleep without having dinner that night.

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b-ritney · 1 year

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The Way You Make Me Feel

Summary: You and Eddie have been pulled in so many different directions the last couple of months, you become inexorably overwhelmed when you feel him for the first time in ages.

Warnings: SMUT +18, crying (but in the best way), praise, soft eddie, strong description of overwhelmed reader, (her symptoms are caused by anxiety but that is not explicitly mentioned.) Touched starved, deeply in love couple, oral female receiving. plz lemme know if i missed any.

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"Love you." he kisses your shoulder lightly, rolling over on his side. This has been the ending of every night for the last forever as it seems; with both of you busy with work, school, and whatever else comes up, you haven't really had a chance to talk let alone touch each other in weeks. In fact you barely even SEE each other, one of you leaves before the other wakes up, and the other gets home after one of you is already in bed. It's a revolving cycle driving both of you slowly insane.

You almost had a chance the other day when your classes got pushed back two hours because of bad weather, and Eddie hadn't left for the auto body shop yet. You waited patiently in your room pacing back and forth while he showered, when the door finally opened and he walked out the shock of you still being there froze him in place. Without saying a word he picked you up quick, kissing you feverishly, relishing in the feeling of touching you again... he almost had your shirt off when the phone started ringing. He frustratingly yanked your shirt back down and walked over to the landline,

"Hello?.... now?.... can it wait at least an hour?....can someone else take care of it?..... yeah, it's fine man I'll be there in 20."

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Turns out, Eddie was rewarded for coming in early that day, he was given the entire weekend off, he even told the boys in Corroded Coffin that he needed the weekend to "come up with some new material." You luckily had enough PTO to burn so you called out of work, your leg immediately started shaking with excitement when you hung up the phone with your manager.

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When Friday rolled around you had spent the afternoon running like crazy around the house cleaning and shaving and cooking and lighting candles, you must've spent an hour on the floor picking through mixtapes to find the perfect one to have on when he got home. Everything was perfect the table was set the music was on the bed was made, when he walked in you hung around his neck jumping up and down happily and guiding him to the kitchen, "Hi baby!" he said kissing the top of your head.

"I made dinner."

"Wow sweetheart this is great, thank you." he gave you one more quick peck, before taking his seat at the table, opposite you. It was silent for a second as you patiently waited for him to take a bite... the quicker he ate the quicker you could jump him. He looked at you funny, feeling your burning stare. "You okay?" he asked smiling, he knew exactly what was wrong.

"I'm good.. you?" you asked tossing around the contents of your plate.

"I'm great.. lonely over here though... come sit next to me." you practically frisbee your plate across the table. Walking over to sit next to him, he watches the whole time, a big ass knowing smile plastered to his face. Once you're seated, he decides you're not close enough and grabs the leg of the chair scooting you closer. You squeal as the chair jolts towards him. You slam your fists on the table,

"Your a big fuckin' tease you know that?" you laugh, though the desperation is visible in your eyes. He shoves his chair away from the table and spins yours around, holding you by the waist to lift you onto the table,

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he says pushing the plates to the other end of the table.

"Eddie what about dinner?" your voice as sweet as pure sugar.

"I want dessert first," he whispers in your ear. Yanking you to the edge forcing your upper half to lie down on the table,

"Damn, that was a good one." you laughed

"You liked that?" he smiled, pulling your panties down your legs. He pulled his chair back up from between his legs and sat down putting your legs over his shoulders. He didn't waste any more time, you'd both waited too long for this, he licked a long agonizing stripe up your pussy, and rubbed up your thighs to keep your nerves low. You and Eddie had always been good at sex but this was something straight out of a porno, he felt like he kept on getting deeper, licking, sucking your pussy like a melting popsicle in the summer heat. You couldn't contain the noises he was drawing out of you at every pass of his tongue, it was like you'd been edged for months. He stopped only for a second so he could watch himself sink two long fingers inside your dripping center, then he quickly buried his face between your legs making you shudder and gasp for air.

"Eddieeee, it's so fucking good." you heaved just barely holding on, "please don't stop." He kept up the pace, as you gripped onto his curls, you were so blissed out you couldn't even recognize the song that was playing now, but you sure as hell did when he started humming along directly on top of your clit. You whimpered at the new sensation, "I'm gonna cum pleassse baby."

"Come on, don't hold back." That was all you needed, your back arched off the table as he continued to fuck into you with one hand and hold you down with the other. Stars rained down behind your eyes as Eddie pulled you up by the front of your shirt, licking into your mouth, he picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist, like your light as air, and ran to the bedroom.

He danced around like a crazy person when he finally got to take your shirt off, he nuzzled between your breast for a moment holding onto your sides as you hugged him. You reached down to rub over his jeans, making him tense up, "Eddie, I wanna make you feel good."

He held onto your wrist and pinned it to your side, "Maybe next time sweetheart, but I've gotta have you now before I explode." he smiled leaning in and kissing you hard, "What if it hurts? It's been so long.." you said nervously. He trailed kisses across your chest and shoulders, as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down. "I promise I'll be gentle princess, but be also don't have to-"

"NO, Eddie we have to." he laughed at your outburst.

"Ok ok! well we can at least make it more comfortable." he shoved you backward, taking his shirt off, he leaned out of your view for a moment grabbing a bottle of lube from a drawer in his bedside table. He flipped the lid open with a pop the sound making you jump, he leaned down and kissed your knees before holding them and spreading them apart. He dripped the liquid all over your pussy, the cool sensation forcing you to close your legs, "ah ah hey-... sweetheart what's wrong?" Your shoulders were shaking as tears ran down your face.

"N-Nothing I promise..." you wipe your eyes, but the tears still come, " I just need you so bad."

"Oh baby, it's ok, I'm right here," he leans down and kisses you, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds, that feeling alone making you buck up toward him.

"please," your voice breaks, making Eddie lose his mind.

"Tell me if it hurts ok?" you nod vigorously holding onto his bicep.

When he finally pushes in the weight of the last few weeks just fades away. The feeling still burnt, but it was a welcome stretch because it meant you were finally as close as you could be. He got in your ear and whispered all the praise he could to make you feel good. You cried into his shoulder while he lifted up your leg to wrap around his waist. "Eddie." you whimpered.

"I'm right here baby, it's ok, you're alright."

"I love you so much," you said shakily, as he rolled his hips slowly back and forth.

"I love you too." he said kissing your neck. He kept going until your legs started to shake, "you close?" you whined in response throwing your head back into the covers.

"So close." He reached down and started rubbing fast circles on your clit making you whimper and arch into his chest. "I'm right there with you baby, you can do it," when it happened you felt like you were floating, you couldn't hear anything or feel anything but the white-hot pleasure taking over your entire body. When you came to, Eddie had on sweatpants the music was off, and he was wiping your legs with a washcloth, "there's my girl." he reached up and brushed the hair from your face, kissing you on the forehead. He pressed the washcloth firmly against your heat causing you to close your legs around his hand, "'s too much I can't." he gently parted them again,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm almost done." He threw the cloth in the laundry hamper and sat you up on the edge of the bed. You rubbed your eyes and stretched, "tired?"

"a little, hungry though," you said as he slipped a sweatshirt over your head. He chuckled a little,

"yeah, I ruined dinner didn't I?" he got on one knee and slipped some fresh underwear up your legs. He pulled them up as he stood to be at eye level with you.

"No, it was perfect," you said wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in for a languid kiss. You both pulled back and looked down when your stomach grumbled, he turned around and hauled you onto his back,

"Come on let's go get you fed." He sat you down right next to him at the table, draping your leg over his. You spent the rest of the night catching up on your lives and kissing until you both ended up tangled together asleep on the couch, as the credits rolled to your favorite movie.

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omg a healthy relationship gross BAHAHAHA jk jk

I'm personally disgusted with myself for being so horny about this lmao

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