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Hi there Rosie! Welcome again!! 😊😊 I apologize in advance for the fact that this request may not be the best…I’m not good at thinking them up — but I wanted to send one in, so here goes…

Would you be able to write a Tommy Shelby x Reader where Tommy and reader were previously in a relationship but separated for some reason (I can’t think of one atm so I’ll leave that up to you) but then he crosses paths with her some time down the road, when he least expects to, and is suddenly sidetracked by her again…like maybe he was about to do some business but sees her and is completely distracted. And then he does whatever he can to talk to her again. …. It’s up to you whether you want to go full angst or sprinkle in some fluff at the end.

I hope this made sense…thanks so much in advance if you choose to write the story!! ❤️

Home ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Language, Mentions of violence, Angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 7,872

Request for: @runnning-outof-time

A/N: So this story ran away with me a bit... I absolutely loved writing this request and really wish I didn't have to work so I could've finsihed it sooner. I hope this story does justice to what you had in mind! If you read this fic, let me know what you think! I'm excited to upload more soon. Enjoy x

The shop was quiet today. Race day wasn’t for another week and most factories didn’t pay their worker’s wages until tomorrow, so most men were scrounging up their last few pennies to put food on the table before they could crowd the betting shop. It was all for the best, really; Tommy was in a frightfully awful mood, clattering about his office, ripping desk drawers and cabinet doors open as if the wood had personally offended him.

“Where the fuck is this fucking diary?” He muttered to himself, an unlit cigarette hanging forgotten between his lips. Stumbling over his desk chair, he cursed at whichever higher power was listening for testing him so harshly today. As he fumbled with his final drawer, the last iota of patience he had left drained out of him, and he forced the handle so hard that the entire drawer came out of the cabinet and crashed to the floor with a near deafening thud. Tommy flinched as the noise echoed around in his head, briefly taken to a place better forgotten, distant explosions, distant death. He pushed away the burning behind his eyes and bent to collect the various papers scattered around the floor.

They were mostly old contracts and accounting bills, permanently wrinkled, ink faded by the passage of the years, but one thing Tommy didn’t expect was peeking out from under a pile of old letters. A photograph, a reminder of someone he all too often tried to push away, just like every other painful memory. He staggered back a little, struck by this sudden resurgence of his past love, struck by this sadness curling around his lungs.

Tommy clasped the photograph in one hand, her eyes staring unwaveringly back at him. He remembered when she gave him the picture; she had tucked it into the pocket of his coat just before he left for France, her hands softly trembling, eyes glassy with tears. Tommy slept with it under his pillow every night during the war. Sometimes she was the only reason he fought for another day, the only thing that could bring him back to his feet from the abyss of crippling fear.

He was so angry all of a sudden, kicking the wooden drawer across the room just to feel the ache of his foot, just for the satisfaction when it hit the wall and splintered apart. Just so he could distract himself from the guilt rising through his body like a sickness.

“Fuck!” He roared into the silence.

Tommy’s fingers twitched for a moment, immediately craving to tear the photo into a thousand shreds, but he couldn’t do it to her - he almost felt like it would hurt her now if he did. He was too ashamed to look back at her beautiful face as he folded the picture away, just like he couldn’t look at her when she left.

All it took was one threat against her. One far too many. Tommy closed his eyes and thought of her, the soft smiles she gave only to him, her melodic laugh, the way she lit up every dark corner of his life. There would be no reason for him to keep living if he robbed the world of that brightness, could never live with himself if he didn’t keep her safe from his enemies. So Tommy convinced himself it was better to push her away than to ever see her dead because of him. He could make her hate him if he had to, anything to get her as far removed as possible. “You’re just not enough for me anymore, Y/n,” He said, aiming for nonchalance though his voice cracked on her name.She recoiled away from Tommy like he had slapped her, eyes stinging with tears as she turned her back to him, embarrassed.“I shouldn’t be surprised that you’ve proven to me what everybody always told me was true,” She spoke in a watery voice, tearful yet calm, but Tommy almost wished she’d scream at him, anything was better than this broken girl in front of him. “You have no room in your life for anyone’s interests but your own, Thomas Shelby. You knew I’d loved you from the moment we met, and yet you strung me along anyway. I knew exactly what you were capable of, but I never saw such cruelty in you.” Y/n finished her sentence looking Tommy in the eyes, fierce in her grief, “If you say you don’t love me, I swear you’ll never see me again.” Her words tore through him like a bayonet, killing a part of his soul he didn’t know was still alive. He refused to meet her gaze, ashamed of what he might see reflected in her eyes. He didn’t speak for a beat too long, not trusting that the truth of his feelings for Y/n might come tumbling out of his mouth like a traitorous avalanche. “I understand, Tommy,” Were her final words to him, spoken so tenderly that it almost comforted Tommy, it reminded him of the softness of his mother’s voice when she’d hushed him to sleep as a child, he swallowed down the lump in his throat, fighting to keep his face vacant.Y/n left Tommy standing on his own, her perfume lingering just in front of his face, fogging up his brain with all the loving words he wished so desperately he could say to her. Tommy’s chest heaved with the effort it took to keep his legs from darting out after her and begging her to stay. He cursed his ambition, cursed himself for breaking her heart, cursed himself for driving her away. He cursed everything he could for hoping she’d stay away from him forever.

~~~

Two days after he’d rediscovered Y/n’s photograph, Tommy found himself in the Garrison meeting two Irishmen over some headache about a fight. The air was a little stale in the snug, old alcohol soaked into the fabric of the couches and cigarette smoke absorbed by the walls.

“Thomas Shelby,” The greeting hung stagnant in the room, Tommy not wanting to humour the men more than necessary.

Tommy seated himself at the table, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he did so, exuding class from every fibre of his clothing.

“So, what seems to be the issue?” Tommy ventured, knowing full well why they wanted an audience.

“One of your men attacked one of ours. All we’re asking for is fair recompense,” one man gurgled through his mouthful of whiskey.

Tommy bit his tongue, dying to praise the Irishman for knowing such a long word, but he kept his little joke to himself, lips turned up in a smirk, “And why would I take responsibility for a street brawl I had nothing to do with?” Tommy asked, bored with the conversation.

“There’s only one gang reckless enough to employ stupid little feckers who wave around their razor-tipped hats like they’re trophies. Am I wrong in assuming you take responsibility for those stupid fucks?” The other man drawled, clearly a few more glasses deep than Tommy.

Tommy leaned forward in his seat, taking the bottle of whiskey from in front of the men and pouring himself a glass, having had his fill of them before he’d even sat down.

“Now, listen, gentlemen, you and I both know that my men don’t fight unprovoked. We also know that the Peaky Blinders have previously forgiven you a little misstep when one of your men tried to take another man’s wife against her will. A man on my territory and on my payroll. It wouldn’t take much for me to find out exactly why one of my men attacked yours and dissolve this little peace treaty,” Tommy rasped, his voice dropped low to threaten the men sat across from him.

“We still demand you make this right. We hear you Shelbys are rolling in the money nowadays,” The glint in their eyes told Tommy they were more moronic than he’d first thought. They’d shown their hand far too soon and shown they couldn’t keep up with Tommy’s intellect.

“So money’s what you want, ey?” Tommy smirked. “Tell you what. Here’s the first fucking instalment,” Tommy reached into his breast pocket and pulled out five pounds, throwing it onto the table in front of the men, “That’s nothing to me, as I’m sure you’re aware. Then for the next instalment, you’ll get your fair recompense in the form of a bullet each, right through both your heads.” Tommy makes an exaggerated and obvious gesture of stretching, showing the Irishmen a glimpse of the revolver strapped to his body holster, enjoying the way it made them squirm.

“My men outnumber your men by four to one. If I catch sight of a single one of you in my territory again, your little gang will go extinct. You can keep the five pound, buy your man a nice new white shirt and hope it inspires him to fight better, keep it clean this time round. Go on, fuck off,” Tommy gestures to the door with the cigarette he was in the midst of lighting, following the scared bodies as they scurried away, their metaphorical tails between their legs.

Tommy took a long drag from his cigarette and sighed out the smoke, closing his eyes to bring himself out of the mood those Irish had put him in. He knocked back another shot of whiskey, the satisfying burn distracting him for a brief moment.

Then he heard it. A laugh, high and lilting like birdsong. A laugh he knew too well. He opened his eyes, his immediate thought that he’d drifted off briefly and was dreaming. He strained his ears, searching for the laughter again when it floated into the snug, tempting him out of his seat.

He was opening the door before he even had a chance to tell himself to run the other way. Then his eyes fell upon her. Y/n was like an apparition, the way the last dregs of the afternoon sun filtered through the cloudy windows and bathed her in an ethereal glow, the light daring to touch only her, just like how she appeared to him in dreams. Y/n was stood at the bar, sipping a clear drink and wincing slightly at the taste after every mouthful. Rum, if Tommy remembered her preference correctly. He smiled despite his shock; she still had to force herself to drink it. She was chatting happily to a girl he didn’t know, a girl who was probably good looking when on her own, but who’s appearance was overshadowed in every possible way when placed next to such a beauty.

Despite the three years that had passed between them, Tommy noted that Y/n hadn’t changed too much. Her hair was a little darker, her features had become sharper, the softness of her youth having departed. Tommy couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, so familiar yet so unknown to him. The Y/n that left him was a girl, all wide grins and excitement. The Y/n he saw now had become a woman in her own right, she held her head a little higher, she kept her smiles demure. Tommy’s chest ached a little, he wondered when she changed into the woman who stood at the bar, wondered whether she was forced to leave her youth behind, wondered whether he could’ve protected that innocence if he’d have stayed with her.

Somewhere next to him, some drunkard knocked a glass to the floor, the sound of shattering glass drawing everyone’s eyes. Y/n’s gaze immediately locked with his.

Tommy was rooted to the spot, feeling like the little boy who’d been caught eating sweets just before dinner time. He tried his best to regain control over himself and wandered over to the bar as nonchalantly as possible.

“Thomas,” Y/n greeted simply, Tommy silently thanking her for opening the conversation for him. The way she looked at him felt undressing, her eyes were not unkind but she obviously wasn’t as affected by the meeting as Tommy.

Tommy’s pride was a little wounded by her indifference, he hated that he was so nervous around her when she couldn’t seem more unbothered.

“Y/n,” Tommy replied, “You look good,” Such an understatement seemed like a crime, but he didn’t think he could find the right words to describe how she’d floored him with one look.

“Thank you,” She smiled softly at him, oozing class. Tommy’s legs felt a little unstable as she weakened him with that smile. He cleared his throat to attempt an even tone, “So where have you been?”

The friend she was chatting with whispered something in Y/n’s ear before wandering over to a table, leaving the two alone. She knocked back the rest of her drink and Tommy couldn’t help but follow the way she tipped her head back, eyes trailing her exposed throat as she swallowed. She placed the glass back on the bar silently, “London,” She answered finally.

Tommy supposed that London made the most sense, given Y/n’s drive for adventure, he could see why the big city would attract her. Tommy thought that maybe he should leave it at that, her noncommital answers should have been enough of a clue that she didn’t want to talk, but his entire being was desperate for the encounter not to end so soon.

“So what are you doing back?” Tommy continued when the silence stretched on, distantly remembering the promise she made last time they spoke.

“I’m staying here for a while. For a friend’s wedding,” She clarified.

“I see,” Tommy replied, unsure what to say on the matter.

The silence drew on once again, such an unfamiliar feeling between the two. Tommy remembered the way they used to laugh, how Y/n’s lips were always curled up slightly at the corners, but looking at her solemn face now, he wondered if she had anyone who made her happy like he had.

Tommy was abruptly hit by the emptiness in his chest, the space Y/n left when she was gone having never been filled. He wanted to take her hand and talk about everything like they used to, longed to see her grin like she did three years ago, wanted to mend the heart he’d broken.

“Will you join me in the snug for another drink?” Tommy ventured, watching her eyes intently, hoping he could see the cogs turning in her brain.

She smiled that soft smile again, with a warmth he didn’t deserve, wounding him. She reached out her delicate hand and cupped his cheek, Tommy couldn’t help the way his eyes fluttered closed. He had no idea that he’d missed her touch so greatly. Y/n brushed her thumb across his cheek gently.

“I think you and I both know that that’s a bad idea,” She replied, voice barely above a whisper.

Tommy fought hard to keep the disappointment out of his eyes when he finally brought himself to look at her again. Her hand lingered on his cheek for a moment, and Tommy wanted to run, push her away, fall into her arms all at once.

Y/n’s eyes pierced him, as if searching for something, then she let her hand drop back to her side, “Goodnight, Tommy,” was all she said as she went to rejoin her friend.

Tommy felt winded like she’d punched him. Seeing her again was such a sweet torture, knowing that she’d survived well enough without him should’ve been a welcome thought, but the overwhelming feeling was jealousy and sadness that others got to see her grow up, bitterness that it was his decision to drive her away and yet he wanted her back so badly.

Tommy spent the rest of the evening stewing and drinking, trying hard not to show any expression. All the while his eyes kept drawing to Y/n like a compass needle drawn to the North, eyes studying her face, trying to find his answers there. Not once did she look back at him. He deserved her ignorance.

Tommy suddenly felt like he’d over stayed his welcome in his own pub, so he drained his whiskey and left. The icy rain lashed the gravel streets on his way home. Numbing his face, not quite numbing his heart.

~~~

Y/n walked home alone from the Garrison that night, grateful that the rain had ceased, yet wishing there was something to distract her from thoughts of Tommy. Sadness weighed heavily on her chest as she thought of what could’ve been between them by now. Marriage? A family? Every time she blinked, she saw blue eyes staring back at her. Small Heath invaded every one of her senses, the familiar smell of coal fire burning her lungs, distant shouting and car engines settling in her ears; they were odd things to be comforted by.

She finally arrived at the lodging house she was staying at and let herself into her room, the sudden silence oppressive. With nothing else to occupy her mind, she let out the shuddering breath she’d been holding all night, and with it, her tears fell freely down to her feet, the dam holding them back ultimately giving up. Y/n had stuck the pieces of her heart back together as best she could over the years, but all it took was one meeting with him to shatter it once again. Her ribs ached with the force of her sorrow, as if the shards of her heart were piercing her skin from the inside. She fell to her knees on the creaky wooden floor and clutched her arms around herself, sobbing like a child.

When she had received the invitation to the wedding, her immediate reaction was the throw it away, knowing that returning to Small Heath was a poor decision, knowing she shouldn’t even entertain the notion. But Y/n was tempted already, she found herself daydreaming about the town that had once been her home, imagining what it would be like to return. She accepted the invitation, writing a letter to her friend informing her she would come. Y/n pretended to herself that she was only going because she wanted to support her friend, wanted to witness her marriage. But she knew her reasons were selfish in reality. She craved to see Tommy like he was an addiction, so she’d packed all of her things and was on the next available train home.

When Y/n saw him at the Garrison tonight she didn’t quite know what to do. There was a cruel part of her that reared its head, telling her to be cold, give him a taste of his own medicine. But she found it wasn’t hard to be distant from him, her heart closed its doors as soon as he started towards her, reminded of the pain he’d caused.

Her entire reason for even going to the Garrison tonight was the hope that she’d see him, but when she finally did, all she hoped was that he’d feel a fraction of the misery he’d created in her, hoped that he regretted everything he’d done. The anger was a new emotion for Y/n, she’d spent night after night crying over her lost love, yet facing him now, she only felt a quiet rage simmering in the pit of her stomach.

Y/n climbed to her feet, feeling a little unsteady, from the alcohol or the night’s revelations she did not know, and peered out of her window. The glass was grimy with dust and soot, the town slept below her. The sky was an inky blue, never really turning pitch black during the summer, a permanent blanket of mist completely covered the stars. Her home hadn’t changed at all, but she couldn’t help but feel as if she had changed too much. She itched to run away from it all, return to London and pretend this had never happened, forget everything that once tied her to Small Heath. However, those ties were knotted around her every limb so tightly that no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get free, she couldn’t pretend that she had no feelings for Tommy anymore. He pulled her toward him like a string linked them and he was tugging, she feared that soon he’d pull her under if she let him.

Exhausted by the constant battle between her head and her heart, she fell into her tiny bed, head aching. Y/n fell asleep that night with tear-stained cheeks, she dreamt of blue eyes and rough hands.

~~~

The next morning, Y/n awoke fairly early as she’d forgotten to close the curtains last night and the morning sunlight was shining directly into her eyes. She groaned and checked the clock on her bedside table, it read 7:15am. Y/n decided against wallowing in her bed today and instead went to her cupboards to look for breakfast. She was wholly disappointed when she discovered the cupboards were empty save for some preserves, her stomach growled at the promise of food. So she pulled on a simple cream dress and black lace up boots and headed out into town to find something to eat.

There was something about walking the streets of Small Heath that felt so routine even after all these years, Y/n knew every pothole, every turn, near enough every face she passed. She didn’t realise how close she had strayed towards the betting shop until she saw the unmistakable heavy moustache upon Arther Shelby’s face. Panicked, she turned her head away from him, fully aware of his lack of tact, knowing he’d be asking all about her and Tommy if he saw her.

Safely away from being cornered by any Shelbys, the bakery just down the road from the BSA Factory caught her eye, if the display of various fresh breads and pastries hadn’t convinced her, she was thoroughly tempted in by the sweet smell emanating from the building.

Upon entering, she was hit by the noise of the shop, bakers slamming oven doors in the back, cashiers chatting to customers, so Y/n was confused when all the noise suddenly ceased. She looked around searchingly until her eyes found Tommy stood in the doorway, looking every bit the royalty of Small Heath.

He was dressed in his usual three piece suit, tailored to perfection, and it was only now Y/n realised how much he’d grown since she last saw him. His shoulders were broad and muscles thicker, he’d become every bit the man she always thought he would be. He seemed now to tower over her, even though they were still of a similar height. She tried to tamp down the heat rising to her cheeks as she took in his appearance, chiding herself for still being so attracted to him.

“Mr Shelby!” Cried the owner of the place, “So good to see you in here,” the owner nodded his head so low it looked like he was bowing. Y/n nearly laughed, a little twinge of pride swelled at just how much Tommy had made of himself while she was gone.

Tommy just nodded dismissively, his eyes never leaving Y/n. She watched as the rest of the customers shuffled out one by one, all either rightly scared of Tommy or simply having other places to be.

The way Tommy’s eyes raked over Y/n’s body made her feel self conscious, suddenly overly aware of her plain outfit and the fact that her hair was hanging down past her shoulders and not pinned back like usual. She felt irritated that she evidently still cared what he thought of her. Y/n suspected that he’d followed her in here just for the purpose of seeing her again, why? She couldn’t figure it out, but the casual way he stood, hands in his trouser pockets, not speaking, was starting to annoy her. Y/n could only think he was enjoying the effect this little game of his was having.

“What are you doing here?” She accused, like this wasn’t a place open to the general public.

Tommy smirked a little, seemingly amused, it just incensed Y/n that much more, “Just buying some breakfast, same as you,” He replied, warm voice heating her body more than the blaze from the ovens.

She couldn’t let herself be at his mercy, that one sentence sending a flush to her cheeks she could only pray he didn’t see, it wouldn’t do his ego any good. Despite his answer, he still hadn’t moved from his place, apparently content to just watch Y/n.

“Good morning, Thomas,” She bid him like it was a goodbye as she slipped past him at the door, doing her very best not to shudder as she brushed against him, the notion of breakfast flying to the back of her mind.

Y/n’s suspicion that he’d come to the bakery just for her was confirmed when Tommy followed her straight out of the shop without buying anything, despite his disclosure that he would.

Y/n turned to Tommy and met his eyes with all the courage she could muster, “Tommy, will you please just let me get through this stay in peace?” She pleaded, suddenly tired again even though she had only recently woken.

His eyes softened then, and they reminded Y/n so much of the way he used to look at her that she wanted to cry. Tommy reached out and took her hand before she could think to move away and it felt so right that it stole the air from her lungs. His hand was a little rougher than she remembered, a few more callouses rubbing like sand paper against her smaller hand, but it held the same warmth and the same delicate touch that seemed to juxtapose Tommy’s hard nature.

Her eyes widened as he started to speak to her again, she couldn’t focus on his voice over the sound of her blood rushing in her ears, “If you tell me to leave you alone, I will,” is all she heard him say.

She fought every one of her instincts as she pulled her hand out of his, heart aching a little at the loss, a tear she didn’t know had formed escaping her eye when she turned away. It would be so easy to tell him to leave, to save herself all this hurt, but Y/n knew she couldn’t honestly say that was what she wanted.

Even though it pained her to be near him after everything that happened, she was still in love with him, both sides of her feelings constantly warring with each other. She found that her head fell silent when he spoke to her.

Confused and perturbed by what she really wanted, Y/n walked away from him, fighting to keep her pace even. She expected Tommy to follow after her, didn’t know if she was disappointed when he didn’t.

~~~

Today was the day before the wedding and Y/n had only just got round to trying on the dress she’d brought for the occasion. It was a classy blush pink gown, hemmed just below the knees, cut low enough to expose her chest but still modest enough to leave something to the imagination. She slipped the fine fabric over her head, internally praying that it would fit, though she didn’t know what she would do even if it didn’t.

Blessedly, the dress fit. It was tight in all the right places, showing off her attractive curves, but it was just loose enough that the fabric fanned out behind her when she twirled. Y/n thumbed the delicate lace that covered her shoulders and allowed herself a small smile, she thought that maybe she could have fun tomorrow.

No sooner than the thought had settled into her mind, there was an insistent knock at her door. Y/n hurried over and peered through her peep hole, she cursed at the ceiling as she recognised Tommy Shelby tapping his foot impatiently, flicking his spent cigarette to the floor after his last long pull. She felt a little unsteady as she watched him stand there, eyes trained on his lips, the fluttering feeling she always used to get around him making an unwelcome appearance in her stomach.

Y/n considered pretending like she wasn’t there for a moment, staying silent as she mulled over her options. But she knew that Tommy wouldn’t have come if he didn’t know for certain that she was there, and he would absolutely do something stupid like break the door down just to get his way if she didn’t answer.

“How did you know I was here?” Y/n demanded as soon as she opened the door, immediately cutting Tommy off from whatever he wanted to say first.

“Not important,” Tommy replied coolly, and his voice was so smooth and warm like honey, the look in his eyes just as impossibly sweet that Y/n kind of wanted to punch him in the face so she wouldn’t have to see it.

“What do you want?” Y/n asked, turning away and fighting to keep in control as she found herself inexplicably hypnotised by Tommy’s being.

“You look beautiful,” Tommy avoided the question.

Y/n’s head spun a little as she watched Tommy watching her, she felt he had no permission to be looking at her the way he was, hungrily. She felt that the girl reflected in his eyes looked nothing like her. The history between the two simmered in the heat of his gaze as she tried to recall a time he’d wanted her so obviously as he did now.

She was dizzied by the sudden change in her relationship with Tommy. Just mere days ago they were no better than perfect strangers, and now the past she shared with Tommy had come back and hit her with the full force of a steam engine, now he was standing in her room, staring at her as if he hadn’t broken her heart. She felt like she’d been pushed and pulled every way Tommy wanted her to go, like he was a child and she was his rag doll. The worst thing was that she kept letting him.

“What do you want?” Y/n repeated, an unmistakable waver in her voice.

“I want to know if you’re ok,” He replied simply.

Tommy’s eyes softened almost imperceptibly, revealing the fine wrinkles at the corners. Y/n noted that there were a few more lines there than when she last saw him three years ago. She assumed he’d laughed a lot since she left. She didn’t know why her mouth tasted so sour at the thought.

“Are you joking?” She asked incredulously, laughing without humour.

She wondered then something that everyone wondered about Tommy; did he really have no conscience?

Did he really care about her so little that he didn’t notice how broken she was when she left? Did he really think they could just continue as if nothing had passed between them?

Y/n was silent for a long time, her hands shaking with silent anger, her face seething with heat when Tommy spoke up again.

“Seeing you around here has shown me just how dark my life is without you to brighten it up. I know I’ve no right to ask you to stay here but… I just really want to know if you’re truly ok living away from home. Away from me,”

Y/n had kept all the despair about hers and Tommy’s relationship trapped inside for the past three years. She pushed it further and further inward until it started filling her bones, weighing her down with every step further away from him she took. Now, as she watched his eyes softly gaze back at her, all of it rose to the very pinnacle, boiling over like an unwatched pot.

Barbed words were spilling from Y/n’s lips before she could stop herself, “No! I’m not fucking ok, Tommy. Is that what you want to hear? You want to hear that you shattered my heart, Thomas Shelby? You told me I wasn’t good enough. I - I wasn’t good enough for you.” Y/n finished her tirade with a broken whisper, she had started to cry somewhere in the middle of her sentence, not daring to look Tommy in the eyes, afraid of his pity. “You ruined me for everyone. I haven’t been with anyone else since I left because I gave every last shred of the love I had in my heart to you! Everything I did was for you. And you wasted all of it. So, no, I’m not ok.” Y/n breathed heavily, surprised a little fire wasn’t coming out of her nose by how her words had burned even her.

She heard the old floorboards creak and looked up to see Tommy crossing the room in two long strides, standing face to face with Y/n. His fingers twitched like he wanted to reach out, Y/n knew that if he did, she would crumble.

“So come back. For good. I know I hurt you and I- I’m sorry,” Tommy whispered, looking at her like she was the one who kept the world spinning. Y/n was sure Tommy had never apologised to anyone, so no one could blame her if she didn’t quite believe it.

They stood there for a moment, locked in each others eyes, each one searching for an answer, searching for a way back to their forgotten love. Y/n is so helplessly pulled in by the man in front of her, so inexplicably attracted to everything he did; she thought if they stayed like this any longer that she would just cave in, the part of her heart she gave to him still beating strongly in her chest. Her mouth quivered with unspoken words as she remembered the pain of Tommy’s betrayal seared into her skin, begging her not to let him back in.

“You’re sorry,” she bit back more tears, “Well, you don’t get to ask me to stay. You don’t get to toy with me like this. Are you enjoying this? You push me as far away from you as possible just to pull me back when you decide you want me again! And now you want me, what, because your ego is hurt by the idea that I could’ve possibly moved on? God knows, I’ve tried but you lurk around every corner of my life, waiting in the silence to remind me of what I thought I had. It hurts me every fucking day that I really thought you loved me too,” An ugly part of Y/n hoped every word was painful for Tommy, hoped they were like a poison, rooted in his brain, that they would stay there and remind him every day of what he’d done.

“I forgave you so long ago, so why are you trying to bring it all up again?” All the words that had been imprisoned inside her chest had escaped, she felt a little bereft without them. A new emptiness spread inside Y/n, making her feel faint with the weightlessness as she clung onto her night stand.

“Because I love you,” the world stopped.

Those words, spoken so gently, struck her with such force that for a minute, Y/n thought she’d been shot. Agony bloomed beneath her ribs and her fingers flew up to her chest to touch, she was confused when her fingers came away with no blood.

“No, you don’t, you’re only saying it because you think it will absolve you,” She replied, refusing to let the door to her heart swing open, no matter how hard Tommy was kicking it, “If you loved me, you would’ve fought for us back then. You let me go like it was so easy,”

“I do, I love you,” Tommy said, words coming out shaky, breath uneven, “I just couldn’t bear to see you hurt because of me,”

Even after everything he’d done, Tommy failed to see the irony in those words , “Hurt?” Y/n asked disbelievingly, “You killed me the day you wouldn’t say you loved me. Don’t think your confession will revive me now.” The words hung like lead in the air, neither one wanting to take their weight.

“Y/n-” Tommy began, a glint of something unfamiliar in his bright blue eyes.

“I want you to leave,” Y/n cut him off, Tommy’s every word reopened her countless scars, but now the pain was unbearable. He tried to touch her, but she recoiled so harshly that Tommy backed away, “Please.”

Tommy looked so conflicted, a million ideas spinning through his head, so quickly they seemed to flash across his eyes. Ultimately, he heeded Y/n’s words and slipped out silently, leaving her alone once again.

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Today was Y/n’s final day in her hometown. She thought back to the wedding as she folded away her dress, placing it on top of all her other packing so as not to spoil it. She sat through the entire ceremony with her mind entirely elsewhere, she felt a little guilty about it now but she hadn’t listened to a word of the vows. She would like to pretend that she wasn’t jealous, but as she watched the newlyweds kiss tenderly to rapturous applause, she felt a bitter pang in her stomach. As a teenager, she dreamed of that fate for herself, a pure white dress, fresh flowers in her hands, Tommy waiting for her at the end of the aisle. Y/n had felt tears pricking behind her eyes as she watched the couple exit the church, hand in hand, she tried so hard to feel happy for them.

Y/n closed her small trunk with a click and sat down on the edge of her bed, exhausted. She fumbled for the train ticket in her purse, a return ticket to London. She folded it safely away in her pocket and stood, wandering over to her window. She looked out onto the street below her, the summer sun cracking the cover of mist today, casting polka dot shadows on the cobbles.

Here in Small Heath, the houses were little and charming, warmth seeping out of every window you passed. The streets were never quiet during the day, always bustling with the community of a working class town.

Y/n sighed then as she thought about what waited for her in London. Row upon row of oppressively looming buildings, making her feel even smaller in a city so big. She was surrounded by thousands of people on the streets, yet she’d never felt so alone. Every day was the same, get up, go to work, come home. Y/n tried to be happy with it, she really did, but returning to Small Heath had ruined the pretence. It was like she’d left her heart here, and now that she was back, the beat was even stronger, refusing to let itself be buried again.

Y/n knew though that her love of her hometown wasn’t the only reason she was hesitating to leave for the train station. Her heart rate quickened as Tommy appeared in her mind, if she breathed in deep enough she swore she could still smell him in the room - his cologne, the Irish whiskey, the specific brand of cigarettes he always smoked. Her legs felt weak as she took it all in. Y/n struggled then to remember how she’d found the strength to walk away from this place those three years ago, to walk away from Tommy. Her resolve now was so weak that she prayed she could find that strength again today.

Y/n shut the curtains, blocking the view of the street below, wishing so desperately it was just as easy to shut out her memories of this place. As her hand touched the door handle, she couldn’t shake the feeling that if she left now, she’d regret it forever.

Her departure time drew nearer and nearer, so she closed her eyes and pulled the door open, holding her breath.

“Please don’t go,” the sound of his raspy voice made her eyes fly open, she pinched herself subtly to make sure he wasn’t a hallucination.

There he was, Tommy stood tall in front of her doorway, hair flopping over the sides of his head and chest heaving like he’d run all the way here. Tommy reached out one large hand and gripped Y/n’s arm, his fingers almost circling all the way around it. He clutched her as if he was afraid she was going to disappear.

Y/n dropped her case then, forgetting everything else as she searched his gentle eyes, only barely remembering to continue breathing. She could push past him, she could run away again into the arms of a city that didn’t care about her, or she could fall into Tommy and pray this time he’d catch her. But she knew her decision was made as soon as he spoke.

Y/n stepped backwards slightly, allowing Tommy entrance into the room. He pushed a hand through his mussed hair, peaked cap nowhere to be seen. Neither of them spoke for a minute, and Y/n wondered if it was a mistake to let him in, the possibility of her escape becoming slimmer and slimmer as time ticked on.

Tommy sat down on the bed and inhaled a steadying breath, “I meant what I said the other day,” he said, quietly as if admitting a secret.

“I know,” Y/n replied, and the confusion that overtook Tommy’s face almost made her laugh, his eyebrows quirked, lips slightly parted, “I said all those things yesterday because I’m terrified of letting you in again. I’m scared that I’ll let you hold my heart and you’ll crush it again. I’ve waited so incredibly long to hear you say those words that when you said them so easily yesterday, all the pain came straight back.”

Guilt was written all over Tommy’s face, pooled in the ocean of his eyes, colouring his slightly flushed cheeks, “I was just so terrified I’d put you in danger, couldn’t live with myself if you were hurt, so I hurt you myself, told myself I wasn’t worth your love anyway, you’d get over me. I thought it was for the best,” He admitted, palm rubbing into the socket of his eye when it began to glisten with tears.

Y/n went over to the bed, sitting slowly and gently the way one would approach a skittish horse, she put a tentative hand on his thigh, tension buzzing beneath her skin where she touched him. “When did you know you loved me?” she asked quietly.

Tommy looked up at her then and shifted so that they were closer, legs pressed together. Y/n fought not to blush like a teenager, the touch so intimate after all this time.

“About a month before I left for France,” Tommy began, and Y/n didn’t miss the flicker in his eyes when he spoke, “You were out in the garden with Finn. He’d just learned to toddle about and got a bit too confident, fell and skinned his knee,” Tommy didn’t fight the smile that rose to his lips, “And when he cried, you went running and you held him like he was your own brother, you got him to calm down better than anyone else could have. You held him and fussed him until he laughed again. You didn’t know there was anyone watching you, you just did it because you loved him,”

Y/n felt breathless as Tommy told his story, she didn’t know whether to be furious or thrilled that he’d loved her such a long time, “That’s when I knew your name was forever branded on my heart, Y/n. I knew that I could never see you hurt because I couldn’t protect you from my world.”

At some point while Tommy spoke, their faces inched closer together until their noses were almost bumping. He finished his confession in a whisper, his unmissable blue eyes flickering between Y/n’s own gaze and her lips, exposing his desires blatantly.

“You’re an idiot, Thomas Shelby,” Y/n breathed before Tommy leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

The kiss was exciting yet comfortable, like a knew book from her favourite author; the writing familiar but the content all new. One of Tommy’s hands came up to rest on the back of Y/n’s neck, fingers weaving into the strands of hair there, sending a delightful shiver down her body. His other hand cupped her cheek, pulling at her bottom lip so he could take it into his mouth. Tommy broke away briefly, only to breathe, before he leaned in again, kissing Y/n torturously slow, learning ever crevice of her lips once more.

They finally broke apart, Y/n didn’t know how long later, she couldn’t control the whine from the back of her throat when they did. Tommy looked amused, maybe a little proud of himself and Y/n rolled her eyes at him. Tommy’s hands still cradled her head like something precious, their lips still tantalisingly close.

“I really don’t want to go back to London,” Y/n confessed against Tommy’s mouth, tiny sparks zapping every time their lips touched.

“Please don’t go back,” Tommy all but begged, stroking Y/n’s cheek with a calloused thumb.

She closed her eyes at the feeling, every fibre of her being giving up to him in that moment, “Tell me you love me and I’ll stay,” She said finally, her words so similar to those she’d broken her own heart with three years ago.

“I love you,” Tommy avowed as he kissed Y/n with a dizzying passion, his lips devouring hers as they told each other all the things words couldn’t say. Y/n’s hands found purchase on Tommy’s chest, feeling the rapid flutter of his heart behind his ribs, telling her he really did feel the same.

“Stay with me,” Tommy whispered, each word punctuated by a kiss, the two lovers unable to stop touching as if a magnet permanently held them together.

Y/n nodded, unable to speak as she felt Tommy’s fingers brush against her neck, against the exposed skin on her chest, goosebumps raising on her skin as she fought not to tremble.

All of her nerves were alight, the pieces of her heart coming back together as she kissed the man she’d loved for years; no big city could replace their small town love. London faded into nothing as she felt his tongue lick at her lower lip, her train long since missed as Tommy pressed his kisses deeper.

Y/n broke away just to look at Tommy again, his lips were plump, reddened by his ministrations, his eyes were fogged over with adoration, his hands still clung to Y/n anywhere they could hang on. She smiled one of those blinding grins she only ever saved for Tommy.

“I’ll stay,” Y/n promised.

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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SNACKS AND SEX

A/N: a little something, because i thought i would be done with the single dadrry fic by now... but im not so i just wrote this quickly bc i felt bad hahahah

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNING: a bit of body issues

SUMMARY: You're three months pregnant, but the world doesn't know. Seeing some pictures of yourself online really get to you.

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Social media has been a weird hole in your life ever since you started dating Harry. You weren’t an obsessive user before, but you spent your fair share of time scrolling on Twitter and Instagram, checking out funny posts.

But then they were about you.

Five years into dating Harry, one year of that spent as husband and wife, you still can’t stop yourself from wandering online and hurting yourself by seeing something mean about a photo or a nasty gossip. You promised yourself a million times before that you wouldn’t even check what complete strangers have to say about you, but it’s hard to keep away from the internet.

It’s a random Thursday evening when you break your promise again and it brings you to tears. Harry is out to get your Sour Patch Kids, because that was your pregnancy craving of the day and you tried to ignore it, but then ended up asking Harry to run to the store and get them for you without a word or complain. He’s been your hero not just since you’ve found out you’re pregnant three months ago, but probably since you met him.

So while you’re waiting for him, you’re munching on some chips, scrolling on Twitter aimlessly.

And then you find a thread about yourself.

Two days ago you went for a walk around the neighborhood, the weather was nice, you felt like you needed to get out of the house so you and Harry walked to your favorite bakery, got some donuts and took a stroll. Paparazzi keep away from the neighborhood where you live, Harry has had a long but successful fight with them in the past so now they keep their distance, so you weren’t worried about getting papped. But you can’t have normal people away every time you’re out on the streets. He has fans everywhere and love taking pictures of him doing literally anything, whether it’s just crossing the street, being on a run or walking around with her pregnant wife eating donuts.

Well, people don’t know you’re pregnant and hopefully they won’t find out for months.

You kind of saw a few girls get worked up when they spotted the two of you, but you were hoping they would be respectful and not take pictures. You were wrong. And now you’re met with a series of photos of you, your face stuffed with donuts like you never ate any before. They caught you in a bad moment, for sure. You haven’t washed your hair in days, you were wearing baggy clothes because one, they hide your growing belly amazingly and two, those are what you feel the most comfortable in. Your body is going through some major changes, comfort is your number one priority these days.

But now you’re watching people tear you apart for looking so slobby and practically just the shadow of yourself compared to what you used to look like five years ago.

She definitely shouldn’t be eating donuts, lol.

Wow, she put on so much weight!

Harry is just getting hotter, while she is turning into… that.

She is twice the size like she was at the Grammy’s omg!

You just can’t stop reading the nasty messages, they seem to be endless, about your look, your clothes and mostly about the size of your body. You immediately stop eating the chips and toss the pack away as you keep scrolling.

Tears start dwelling in your eyes, feeling like all these comments are being thrown at you relentlessly. There’s no doubt you’ve gained weight, pregnancy has been crazy for you, you’ve been constantly hungry, always eating something because whenever you tried to keep yourself out of the kitchen, your body definitely started rioting against you until you gave it what you wanted. So you’ve been putting on extra weight these past months, but you didn’t think much of it until now.

“Fuck,” you mumble, tears rolling down your cheeks as you lock the phone and toss it to the side, staring ahead of you, the comments playing in your mind on repeat.

It gets you so worked up that you don’t even notice when Harry returns.

“Love? I got everything you’ve been craving!” he sings as he walks down the hallway, smiling to himself thinking about all the treats in his tote bag.

You jump at his voice and try to hide your state, but a moment later he walks in and sees you sitting at the dining table, crying.

“Hey, what happened?” he asks, dropping the bag and rushing over to you, kneeling in front of you. “What happened? Talk to me, baby!”

“Nothing,” you breathe out shakily, but even the blind could see that you’re crying. “But… I don’t want the snacks anymore.”

“What? You’ve been craving them all day, I got all your favorites!”

“I don’t…” you shake your head and even though you’re fighting hard to stop crying, it just gets worse.

“Y/N, don’t tell me nothing happened, something clearly upset you! Please, I want to help!” he begs, feeling helpless seeing you like this.

Instead of answering, you just grab your phone, unlock it and hand it over to him and wait as he reads over some of the mean tweets.

“Baby…” he exhales, putting the phone to the side as he pulls out the chair next to yours and sits beside you, his hands never letting go of yours in your lap. “These idiots don’t matter, they have no idea that you’re pregnant!”

“I’m pregnant, yeah, but I also gained a lot of weight and I’m only entering the second trimester! I look horrible!”

“No, you don’t, you look amazing!”

“Don’t bullshit me, I look like shit on those pictures and I have a feeling I look the same now as well!” you snap at him. Your hormones have been all over the place so you’ve been overreacting a lot lately, but you just can’t help it.

“But that’s not what I see. I see my beautiful wife enjoying some great donuts she deserved because she is growing our baby in her belly. Did you put on some weight? Yes, but that’s nothing to be ashamed of. I loved you before pregnancy, I love you now and I will love you forever.”

“How do you not think I look hideous?” you moan, still not convinced.

“Because I’m in love with you and all I care about is that you’re nourished, loved and cared for so you can care for our baby in there,” he says, placing a hand to your growing belly. “People will always have something to say about us, that doesn’t mean it’s true. I was there with you on our walk, I saw you eat those donuts and wanna know what I thought?”

“What?” you ask in a whisper.

“I was so happy that I saw you eat them with those pleased hums, I loved knowing that you have what you want and need. That’s all that mattered to me.”

Harry can tell you’re still not entirely on the same page as him and he is determined to get your mind to the right place.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Y/N. And you’re going through some extreme changes so we can grow our family. Be nice to your body, because it’s gifting us with a baby. I promise you that even on your worst day, when you feel like you don’t want anyone to look at you, I would still think the same thing about you.”

“Are you sure?” you ask as he wipes your tears off of your cheeks.

“I can’t be more sure, I promise. Now why don’t we get comfortable on the couch, I’ll rub your feet and we can eat the snacks I got and then maybe have sex too,” he adds cheekily and it finally makes you laugh.

“Harry!”

“What?” he grins. “I told you, you’re beautiful. Of course I want to have sex with my amazing wife!”

“You don’t mind the weight I’ve put on?”

“No,” he answers confidently. “I love all of you, I love this wonderful body of yours that’s cooking my baby in there,” he smirks and leaning down he kisses your stomach, making you laugh. Then he wraps you in his arms and pulls you into his embrace. “We good?” he hums.

“Yeah,” you nod, holding onto him tight.

“So, snacks?”

“Yes.”

“And sex?” he adds, his hands wondering down to your butt, giving it a nice squeeze.

“Mm… Maybe. After snacks,” you say, making him laugh this time.

“Deal!”

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cornie-heesan · 7 months

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Fuck around and Find out

Staring| Mark Lee x fem!reader (Ft! Yuta and a few other NCT members)

Prompt| “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”, “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight on my cock”, “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex (please for the love of god don’t), degrading names (whore, slut), impact play, edging, orgasm denial, physical restraints (ties), piv, consensual photo/video taken (not brought up in this but it’s consensual I promise), overstimulation, mean dom! Mark, voyeurism, mentions of alcohol, darcyphilia, I think that’s everything, if I’m wrong let me know!

Word Count| 3.1k

A/N: anything italicized is meant to show the use of another language (ex. Japanese/ Mandarin).

also, this is my first real fic and probably the first time I’ve attempted to write any kind of smut. please be kinda about it and message me if you find any mistakes!

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You’ve pushed your luck a little too far with your usually gentle natured boyfriend, but what can you say? Lust makes you do stupid things. Which is how you ended up here, tied spread eagle to the metal framed bed with various ties that hung in his closet. Your sex life was never dull per se- deep inside you just craved for something a little bit more than what it has been.

You prayed to whoever looked down upon you tonight to kickstart your plan for a little bit of spice- that none of the frat brothers tries to step foot into this house on a Friday night. It’s not like you could’ve made it all the way across campus to your apartment, you were just a little too horny for that.

“Ay, look at me.”

The slight sting of his fingers on your cheek makes your eyes roll back into your head and a moan falling from your lips at the sensation- god you were a whore for this man. His eyebrow shot up at the sound as he stalks closer to the bed staring at your naked form..

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Like I wont punish you for being such a slut?”

Your eyes open look at the hard set in his jaw and his tense muscles. He was usually so soft, gentle, loving- although right now he’s the polar opposite

“You really just had to dress in the sluttiest little shirt you had hm?” he growls pulling out a box you haven’t seen before “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” he finishes pulling out a vibrator…?

“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight on my cock,” he switches on the vibrator before working it right between my legs placing it right against my clit making me shriek but I didn’t dare move. The sensation against your clit made the knot in your belly tighten and you started at your boyfriend wide eyed- scared that if you came too soon it would all be over.

“Oh,” he hums moving to the foot of his bed setting up the webcam from his desktop against some text books “Come as much as you want. Don’t move though- I’ll be watching,” he concludes before walking towards the door shooting a wink before leaving the room locking the door behind him.

“MARK!” you shout after the blue haired man that’s just left you tied to his bed however, the moan that left your lips was something rather unladylike at the sudden orgasm washing over your body. Burning warmth causes you to tense but not move your body because you didn’t want to lose this little unspoken battle between yourself and Mark.

You don’t know how many times you’ve come at this point- all you know is the tears streaking down your face means it’s been quite a few. Another orgasm pulls through your body making you shiver at the overstimulation

“M-Mark baby please!” you cry full on crying at this point “P-please, please come back! I’m sorry- sorry for teasing you, for being a slut!” not even thinking twice about begging for the return of your sweet boyfriend. Your body can’t go through with any more of the torture on your clit.

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Mark sits in the TV room in the empty frat house- something not that interesting in the background as he sits watching the live stream from his desktop webcam. He never realized how much he would enjoy spicing up your sex life- considering you’ve come at least 3 times from the painful overstimulation he’s caused you.

At first he was pissed that you’d come to a frat party with that little skirt on- even more pissed that you had the audacity to take the flirting coming from his slightly intoxicated roommate and best friend- Yuta. He dragged you from the neighboring frat house, grip tight on your arm as he got you into his shared room after making sure that nobody would be in tonight.

He’d fantasized about tying you to his bed- adding in a bit of a game to it considering how competitive you both were when it came to trivial things. The fact that he was indirectly causing you to be this overwhelmed made his body heat with lust- watching you cry and try your damndest not to move an inch even with the torture of the vibrator.

Mark wasn’t a complete idiot- he saw the way the Japanese man would eye your body or try to get closer to you under the guise that you were one of the few people he could speak to in his native tongue. Mark could see the lust in his eyes from a mile away, however you were a bit slow to the punch. Never thinking anything of it when it came to your boyfriends best friend.

“Mark?” the blue haired mans eyes were pulled from his phone meeting those of his best friend kicking his muddied shoes off his feet. Both men stay quiet for a moment hearing your desperate moans from three floors up “What’s up?” Mark asks as if that’s the most normal occurrence to happen in the frat house.

“Uh, should I leave? I can totally leave if you want me too.” Yuta is quick to start reaching for his shoes again, “Nah, nah. You actually came at a perfect time.” Marks smile makes Yuta hesitate for a second before he slowly falls onto the couch next to his friend.

Yuta’s face turns a similar shade of red that his hair is once his eyes land on his friends phone. There you were, someone he was lusting over- naked, restrained and in the midst of an orgasm. The picture was slightly grainy due to being on such a small screen “Help me get this on the TV would you?” Mark asks tossing his phone into the Japanese man’s lap before he turns to head somewhere else in the house.

He’s not serious is he? “Do it Nakamoto!” Mark’s voice drifts down the hallway making the latter fumble the phone before working on sharing the image to the smart TV.

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Yuta’s eyes embarrassingly stay focused on the flat screen in front of him- watching as his best friend opens the door to their shared room joining the picture of said roommates girlfriend shudders as another wave of pleasure takes over.

“P-please, Ma-Mark I can’t! It hurts!” you cry eyes begging for the Canadian man to stop the torture on your clit, “Baby, you look so good like this though!” Mark chuckles pulling his desk chair to the side of the bed- pulling the vibrator away from your overstimulated core. Your arms and legs strain against the ties holding you down trying to close your thighs.

A swift smack hits your thigh making you begrudgingly moan rolling your head towards Mark a playful gleam in his eyes

“We’re not done yet, sweet heart” he chuckles reaching for the webcam “In fact, we’re just getting started. Say hi to the camera pretty girl.” He hovers the camera in front of your face showing off your dazed, lust filled eyes off to his roommate watching the TV closely.

His hand squishes your cheeks as he stares down into your eyes “Say hello to Yuta baby,” Mark hums with a sadistic smile your eyes widen trying to shake your face free from his grip. Mark clicks his tongue against his teeth, “That’s not very kind sweetheart. After all, you sure liked having his eyes on you at the party.” his voice deepens as he adjusts the camera.

Yuta grunts running his sweaty palm down the leg of his jeans. Jesus he’s never seen Mark get so much as irked by you but now there’s a new sharpness in his friends voice. Something he’d only ever heard during video games or baseball. Mark’s hands reach for the ties restraining you to the frame of the bed adjusting your body to your hands and knees giving Yuta the prettiest sight of your little hole dripping with remains of your orgasms.

“Need your cock,” you moan hole clenching around nothing, Mark smirks resting his hands on your hips you whine at the long anticipated contact. He leans into you mouth ghosting over your ear,

“Beg,”

“PLEASE, Ma-“ you shriek mid sentence at the contact of his hand against your ass making you deepen the arch in your back. Mark shakes his head, “No baby I want to hear you beg for my cock- and how good I fuck you.” he explains out into the empty room before whispering in your ear “Preferably in Japanese, ya know so Yuta knows exactly who you’re a good little slut for.”

Another load moan travels through the house, “Please, Mark! I need your cock! Need you to make me cum!” Yuta’s dick twitches in his jeans the fact that you’re speaking Japanese in such a filthy way- almost like it was specifically for him. Almost- he knew better it was his friends way of teasing him.

“A desperate little slut you are, huh? Need my cock in your little pussy that bad?” Mark chuckles as he shoves his jeans down his legs bringing the fat tip of his cock to your dripping cunt, “Please!” you drawl fresh tears entering your eyes. Yuta couldn’t even be mad at his friend for singling him out- out of all the brothers who were constantly flirting with you.

You were perfect- not only in looks but in smarts. You were an ungodly kind of smart knowing pretty much every language NCT brothers spoke- made you seem more of a dream than an actual person to some of them. Yuta was by far the worst with the flirting- you were the only female at SMU that spoke Japanese and that just did something for him.

Mark lines himself up with your entrance with a knowing smirk on his face he bottoms out in your pussy with the same timing as the front door is shoved open. Yuta barely pulls his eyes from the screen to see Yangyang and Ten tripping over their shoes- eyes widening at the sounds simultaneously from the TV and the upstairs bedroom.

“Is that…. Mark and Y/N?” Yangyang shrieks quickly but haphazardly covering his eyes- he may or may not have peeked through his fingers to keep watching. The older of the two looks at Yuta with a cocked eyebrow “I didn’t set it up if that’s what you’re asking!” The faux red head jumps up “I literally came home and Mark was down here watching on his phone- then he just, just threw his phone at me and told me to put it on the TV!”

The two men join Yuta around the front of the couch, “Damn, I knew Y/N mentioned wanting to spice up their sex life… But damn” Ten turns his head analyzing the scene on the screen before falling onto the couch. It was weird seeing Ten so calm about this- considering that you two were attached at the hip platonically.

“Maybe this is a little bit of payback for all the guys that flirt with Y/N?” Ten suggests a knowing look on his face as he before anyone could speak a loud moan pulled their attention back towards the television. Mark had wrapped his hand through your long hair pulling your body away from the mattress- putting you on full display to the camera

“Fuck! Mark!”

The new angle has Mark’s cock hitting right at that spongy part inside that made fresh tears of arousal spill from your eyes- unknowingly to you, you had switched from Japanese to Mandarin. A grunt leaves Yangyang who blushes furiously- he was one of the youngest and here he was watching a girl he had a two week crush on get her brains fucked out.

This time the boys watching the TV couldn’t be bothered to notice when the front door opens again. A low whistle is let out before three more of the brothers join in on this little watch party- Jaehyun, Johnny and another one of the younger members Haechan.

“What’s going on?” Johnny asks scrolling through his phone like this is a completely normal thing to happen- “Ten thinks that this is Mark’s payback for some of us always trying to flirt with Y/N” Yuta grunts trying to cover his hardening cock (it didn’t work.)

“Dude, Ten flirts with her the most!” Jaehyun shouts watching the screen in disbelief “Yeah, but it’s mutual flirting. Y/N and I are platonic soulmates” Ten counters scrolling through his phone rolling his eyes at the other man.

“Yo did anyone else get a text from Mark to be here?” Johnny asks raising an eyebrow - everyone pulls out their phones to see that they in fact had the same text message from Mark saying that he needed everyone to be at the house specifically at 10 in the TV room.

The phones are forgotten when Mark’s voice cuts in from the television “Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?” Mark hums leaving dark love bites along your throat as you nod quickly making him tsk “Need your words sweetness.”

“Yes! Gonna come Mark, please!” your sobbing, drooling all around fucked out by the Canadian man behind you. He smirks completely stopping his hips behind you making you cry out but his hand squishes your cheeks together making you stare into the webcam- everyone in the watch party embarrassingly hard from the sudden dominant personality from their friend.

“I think you might have a few more people to say hi too. Maybe they might be the reason you’ve been such a whore lately,” You whine again trying to fuck yourself back onto your boyfriends cock- he squishes your cheeks tighter, flesh pinching between your teeth.

“I bet Yangyang, Johnny, Jaehyun, Haechan and Ten are loving that they get to watch you act like such a little whore for me,” Mark’s hips draw back as he sends a hard thrust upwards- the squelch of your pussy making the six men moan in unison- god where were they going to get their porn fix now? After watching this everything else is going mid at best.

The hand gripping your face travels down your body until Marks callused fingers reach for your clit with a swift smack- a squeal leaves your bruised lips as you try to get away from the overstimulation. Your boyfriend laughs- it’s almost sinister compared to his typical giggle as he’s pulling your body back as he falls onto his back on the mattress.

He props his feet flat on the mattress, hooking your legs over his knees both arms wrapping around your waist. The angle gives the men downstairs a perfect view of your pussy fluttering and creaming around Mark’s cock. Haechan has non discreetly pulled his dick out of his pants jerking himself off to the video in front of him.

Yangyang’s grey sweats have a dark stain in the front as he bites his hand trying to cover the fact that he’s come untouched. Jaehyun, Johnny and Yuta palm themselves through their jeans. Ten finds the whole thing hot- again he and you are platonic soulmates- he’s just here to be a witness to the downfall of his four other friends. Plus, he needed to remember everything so it could be spoken about on your weekly boba dates.

They sit in a mildly uncomfortable silence- Mark gives no warning as he begins fucking up into your pussy again. From the angle you could just about see where Mark’s dick is reaching into your cervix with a hint of a bulge in your belly every time he snaps into you.

You’re a babbling mess, incoherently switching between every language that your brain knew. Moans, cries- every sound in between leaves you as Mark fills your ear with absolute filth that would cause an entire church to spontaneously combust. The knot in your belly is tightening all over again- you couldn’t even remember which orgasm your were on.

“P-please! Please Mark! Fill me up- I promise I won’t flirt with them again!” Your rambling now begging your boyfriend for permission to come, begging him to fill up your little hole. You were such a whore for him. Mark moans- you haven’t asked him to come inside you before, usually it’s in your mouth or somewhere on your body. Lucky for you both your religion was making sure you regularly took your birth control- because you never used condoms with your latex allergy.

With a few more thrusts you’re coming- squeezing Mark’s cock as your arousal leaks from your body, coating yourself and Mark. The grip your pussy has on him makes him moan loudly as his own high overcomes him. Coating your walls deliciously. Your constant contractions around Mark makes him pull out of you to allow a front row view to his friends.

His cum leaking from your pussy as your body spasms from the aftermath of your final orgasm of the night. Mark slides out from underneath you as he smirks at the camera once more before quickly disconnecting it.

He’s quick to fall back into his loving boyfriend mode, gently moving the hair covering your eyes. You’re breathing quick staccato but a happy little smile gracing your lips-

“You did so good, baby” he murmurs peppering your face with little kisses making you giggle “That was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you sigh dreamily “but, I think it’s about a once and every 12 months kinda deal,” Mark snorts at you before quickly lifting you away from the soiled bed.

“Let’s get cleaned up,”

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The room was silent after the television screen had gone black- no longer sharing any feed from Mark’s webcam. Yuta was staring wide eyed and overly turned on despite the sticky mess in his jeans. Same could be said for the other frat brothers who had half drunkenly stumbled into the house- Jaehyun, Yangyang, Ten, Johnny and Haechan.

They had sobered up rather quickly

Imagine their surprise when they walked into the house seeing their Japanese brother watching their gentle mannered Canadian brother fucking his girlfriend like he wasn’t being broadcasted downstairs. It was meant to prove a point to them. Maybe it was the smirk that Mark had thrown the camera as he pulled out of your used pussy knowing damn well he’d gotten his point across to the brothers.

Or maybe it was the look in his eyes the ‘Fuck around and find out’ eyes daring any of them to mess with is girl again.

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mercmorales · 3 months

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Idol reader x Jujutsu Kaisen hmmm

Y/N is a J-pop idol who was apart of a girl group for a few years

Her parents were Jujutsu sorcerers, so she had decided to become one as well

Problem is, however, she had garnered up a diehard fan base that quite literally cried when she announced she would be taking a break from touring with her group so she could start school again

Two of these fans were Itadori and Kugisaki

“Oh she’s quitting! We’re all gonna dieee!!” Itadori cried out as he kneeled to the shrine he had made in the dormitory common room.

Kugisaki cried as she held a photo book that had been summer themed. “We lost a good one! We’re gonna miss you, L/N-sama!”

“How can you guys cry over a celebrity who isn’t even dead? She’s just going on hiatus ” Megumi said at the two.

Nobara growled at the boy while tears still streamed down her face. “Shut up! You don’t get it!

They did not expect you to start going to school with them

“Okay my students! I am happy to announce that you have a new classmate joining us today!” Gojo said as he held up a peace sign.

Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi whispered to one another about their teacher’s strange behavior. “I think our teacher is on drugs.”

Yuuji nodded at the girl’s statement. “I’ve never seen Gojo-sensei this excited before.”

“He’s finally lost it.” Megumi said with a sigh.

“OI! I AM PERFECTLY FINE AND SOBER THANK YOU!” Gojo said to his students.

Gojo huffed, but his smile returned to his face soon after. “I just wanted to reveal our new student who will be joining us from now on!”

Gojo moved to the side, revealing Y/N. “Hello! My name is—”

“Y/N L/N?!? FROM THE POPULAR GIRL GROUP CHERRY BLOSSOMS?!?!!?!?”

Safe to say that they were extremely excited by the reveal

YUUJI ITADORI

He asked you to autograph all of your merch when you first met

To this day he still has stuff he wants you to sign

He tries his best not to fangirl whenever you’re fighting curses but he ultimately fails

He always tries to figure out how your cursed technique works but he can’t really wrap his brain around it

You sing him to sleep some nights and he sometimes dreams about being on a beach with you :3

If you’re taller than Yuuji (5’8/173 cm.) he’ll be ten times more fanatic around you

NOBARA KUGISAKI

Give her your skincare routine oh my god

She isn’t as crazy as Yuuji but she isn’t sane about you either

You gave her and Yuuji tickets to the show your group was performing in Tokyo since you were going to be there as a special guest

She cried tears when she saw you come out on stage

She loved you even more after that

She loves shopping with you and giving you outfit combinations that she made for you

She shares her clothes with you and you do the same, causing her to wear your hoodies around the dorms and even to go out on small errands (Yuuji gets mad at her)

She likes painting you nails and complaining about how Megumi and Yuuji don’t pull their weight on missions and make the two of you do most of the heavy lifting

You use your idol money to spoil her sometimes and she swoons at that

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Has never heard your music a day in his life

Doesn’t even realize you were an idol. He thought you were a model since your face was everywhere in Tokyo

He listened to your group’s music and said it wasn’t something he would listen to but it was good

He listened to your solo songs

He is now a fan and he buys your merch whenever he goes out shopping and sees it

Unlike Yuuji and Nobara, he treats you like another peer of his

Hard for it to stay mutual when you hear your music being played late at night

SATORU GOJO

Gojo met you when he was sixteen and you were four

He’s always been a good student for you parents and a great babysitter for you (even though he didn’t like babysitting at the time)

When he saw that you were training to become an idol, he was so happy for you but a little sad as well

He thought you would never have time to hangout with your old babysitter who would feed you nothing but sweet stuff

But when you announced your hiatus to continue school, he may have convinced your parents to enroll you into Jujutsu High so he could see you again

He was the one who helped you find your own unique cursed technique at the young age of 9

He found you a microphone and told you to imbue it with cursed energy

The energy was (F/C)! For some reason

He compares you CT to cursed speech since your voice is used a good portion of the time

Property of Mercury Morales. Do not repost anywhere! Thank you! ʚɞ

#jujutsu kaisen #fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #yuuji itadori #idol reader

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porchlightfairy · 1 year

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Cellophane

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Popstar!Reader

wc: 1.2k+

Summary: Eddie and Reader have a very messy and very public break up. After a few months and Reader is finally comfortable, he is brought up again and all of the memories come rushing back and you break down. ANGSTY

based on Cellophane by FKA twigs. listen to this version

part 2

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Didn't I do it for you?

Why don't I do it for you?

Why won't you do it for me?

When all I do is for you?

After six long and hard months of working, your album was finally released. Throughout heartbreak and heartache, you were able to write out your feelings into the music. All your fans could feel the sadness in your lyrics. The anguish, the agony, and all the pain was put into stanzas, into poetry.

You have gone through what many have before you and many will go through after you; A breakup. You had dated the very notorious rockstar, Eddie Munson, for one year. You had devoted yourself to him. If you looked back at the old interviews, you were in love with him. Every time he was mentioned your smile would grow wide and you would get bashful. He was your everything. But after it was over, you thought to yourself, were you his?

They want to see us, want to see us alone

They want to see us, want to see us apart

They want to see us, want to see us alone

They want to see us, want to see us apart

You were in an interview about the album and you knew it was going to come up. Everyone prepared you for this moment. The moment that the interviewer would ask about the breakup and how defeated you looked afterward. How bad the media made you look. Desperate and emotional. Vulnerable. You didn’t want to show them that. You had practiced for months yet still, your eyes start to well up with tears when they ask:

“This album is about your relationship with Eddie Munson, correct? Could you go into more depth about how that all ended?”

You purse your lips and flash a quick smile, “Uh, yes the album is about that relationship.” Your voice wobbles, “It was hard. I thought one way and he thought another. And everyone else involved thought his way too. Guess you could say I was wrong for thinking it was going to last forever. All his fans seemed to know otherwise.” You bite your lip to stop it from quivering, “Should have listened, I guess.”

And I just want to feel you're there

And I don’t want to have to share our love

I try, but I get overwhelmed

You remember it like it was yesterday. The memory is still fresh in your mind and the wounds still fresh in your heart. You stood in his apartment with a scrunched-up magazine in your hands. He had recently done an interview and there was a question about your relationship. His response:

“We’re taking it slow right now. I’m not ready to be tied down or anything like that.”

When you read that your world was shattered. You felt like an idiot. How could he? How could you?! To think that he was devoted to you. How embarrassing. So, you stand there in the middle of his apartment with mascara tears running down your face. “Say it to my face. Tell me this is how you really feel.” You say with a shaky voice.

“I thought you understood that this is what we had.” Eddie sighs, “I’m at my peak right now, I can’t get distracted. My fans count on me to be who I am. I can’t change the way I feel and how I act because of you.”

When you're gone, I have no one to tell

And I just want to feel you're there

And I don't want to have to share our love

I try, but I get overwhelmed

All wrapped in cellophane, the feelings that we had

You feel your heart shatter. You feel a shortness of breath and your body grows heavy. “I need to go.” You whisper. The Magazine slips out of your grasp before you patter out of his apartment. He calls out to you but you keep running to the elevator. You slip in just before it closes right in his face.

Once out on the streets, paparazzi are outside flashing photos of you. They have caught you at your most vulnerable. Makeup stained cheeks and disheveled clothes from running. You start to cry again. The paparazzo are asking you questions, they’re shouting at you but you can’t hear them. You just break down. Your driver and bodyguard push them aside and help you into the car.

The sound now muffled, you realize, the world was going to know about this. Something so emotional, so raw, so private was now on full display. And you just wanted to crawl into yourself and disappear.

You gave him your heart.

And didn't I do it for you?

And what did you get in return? Nothing.

Why don't I do it for you?

You take a deep breath, wipe your eyes, and smile at the interviewer reassuringly. “You think someone is your everything but everyone else is their everything. And you just have to move on from that.” You purse your lips together, “You’re never going to be enough because you are not what they wanted at all.”

Why won't you do it for me

The interviewer nods, “Have you been in contact with Eddie?”

You shake your head, “No, I turned into a hermit honestly. I haven’t seen him since that night. His team dropped off my stuff that I left at his place and my team dropped off what little he had at mine. It was for the best.”

When all I do is for you?

“Do you think you could ever interact with him again?”

And didn't I do it for you?

“Probably… Probably not. He broke my heart after all.” You chuckle, “Maybe after five years? Ten years? Twenty, even? Maybe then I would be able to face him again but for now, after everything I don’t think I could.”

Why won’t I do it for you?

Why won’t you do it for me

When all I do is for you?

There was no way you would ever confront him. You had devoted love song after love song, hours and hours of your time to him, for him. You did everything in your power to make things work even after his fans tore you apart. After paparazzi wouldn’t stop smearing your name and accusing you of almost breaking up his band. You thought by staying with him, you were sticking up for yourself and what you wanted. But instead, you were embarrassing yourself. Oh, how embarrassing.

But I just want to feel you're there

And I don’t want to have to share our love

I try, but I get overwhelmed

When you're gone, I have no one to tell

After the interview is over, you sit in the car and watch the buildings go by. You then turn to the empty seat next to you. He would have been there next to you, holding your hand, telling you you did great. Your lip quivers as all the happy memories come flooding back. It wasn’t always messy. It wasn’t all bad. He loved you once. Surely, he cared for you once. He wouldn’t have stayed around if he didn’t.

Or were you a placeholder for somebody else. You see a magazine on the floor and when you pick it up, you see Eddie on the front cover with a supermodel. Your heart breaks again as you look at the headline, the captions. “He’s a lucky guy,” “Superstar to Supermodel, no one is off limits for Mr. Munson,”

You were just never good enough for him and everyone knew that except for you.

They're waiting

They're watching

They’re watching us

They're hating

They're waiting

And hoping

I'm not enough

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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prologue - lost time (bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: this is my new baby. i hope y’all like it thus far. i’m looking forward to where we’re going with it. there’s a little more me in this story than i care to admit and i’ve put one hell of a lot of research into doing this, so please, let me know what you think.

summary: Mav’s hanging out with Rooster while on leave and he can’t help but ask the nagging question at the back of his head.

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | flight risk masterlist | story description | chapter 1 - how did we get here?

folks who wanted to be tagged: @justanothermagicalsara @jake-h-ngm-n-seresin @fangirl-316 @herladyshipxx

warnings: swearing

word count: 1,375

Mav sighed, clapping Rooster on the shoulder as he moved around the man. They’d been granted a month’s leave after returning home from the suicide mission, and Rooster had come out to the hangar for a few days. The two had mended their relationship, and things would take some time, but he had his kid back and that’s all he could ask for. Still, he couldn’t help but think about this thing he’d seen on Bradley’s papers and he just- he wanted to ask but Rooster wore no ring. What if they were separated or she’d passed or-

"You okay Mav?” Rooster asks, a ghost of a laugh on his face.

“What- oh, oh yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“Well that’s a dangerous thing for you.” Maverick chuckled, shaking his head. Rooster moved back to the plane they’d been working on, but he stayed frozen to his spot, knowing that it was now or never. Don’t think, just do.

“Hey kid?” He finally brought himself to ask, bracing for Rooster’s reaction.

“Yeah?” Rooster called back. He was stock-still, trying to choke out the words. He didn’t know why bringing this up was so hard, but the thought that Bradley had gone and gotten married in all those years he’d been apart from him- it tore him apart.

“You’re married?” He finally gets out, words barely more than a whisper.

“Hm?” Rooster looks over at him, clearly lost in thought.

“You got married?” His heart clenches, thinking about the fact that his kid got married and he wasn’t there to see it.

“Oh, that? I guess... yeah, I guess I am.”

“You guess?”

Rooster takes in the heartbroken look on his Maverick’s face and makes a split-second decision—one he’s not certain he should be making—to lie. He shouldn’t be lying to Maverick, not about this, not when their newly mended relationship is still so fragile but he just... can’t bring himself to tell his godfather the truth. To look him in the eye and say, yeah we got married for the military benefits years ago and I don’t really speak to her.

“I mean, yeah, I am. Sorry, you just caught me off guard.” Maverick looks a bit relieved and he shakes his head.

“No worries kid. Will- will you tell me about her?” He nods, fumbling for his phone as the two take a seat. Please, for the love of God, have recent pictures on Instagram. Maybe he’s got a few from college. Facebook?

“Yeah, her name’s (Y/N). We met at UVA. She was a year younger than me and we- it all sort of happened so quickly when we were kids. We got married a little less than a year after I enlisted after graduating.” He’s got Instagram pulled up now, shows Mav a few of the photos from your life now. Out with friends, dinners downtown, a picnic in the park. A cursory glance tells him there’s no man in the picture- at least one that’s social media worthy.

“She’s pretty.” Maverick comments and Rooster finds himself looking back at the phone, really taking in your bright smile for the first time.

“Yeah.” He whispers, cheeks blushing a light pink and he can feel his godfather smiling at him.

“God, so how- how’d the two of you meet?” Maverick’s voice sounds thick with tears and Rooster glances up at his godfather.

“Uh, mutual friends. We sort of just hit it off, started out as friends and then just kind of fell in love with each other overnight.” It’s not a lie. Well, partially.

“What’s she like?” Rooster recalls the night the two of you had gotten married, the way you’d drunkenly argued over the Star Wars franchise with one of his buddies.

“God, she’s so funny and just so intelligent. Very opinionated too.” He recalls, thinking about the memories he had with you in college.

“You don’t wear a ring.” Maverick comments. It’s not an accusation, just an observation. Rooster shrugs, trying to play it off.

“It’s hard with flying and you know, it’s just- never been something either of us have really cared about much.” Maverick nods. “She’s always been afraid she’ll lost the ring or break it, it just- wasn’t important to us.” Rooster does remember her saying that at one point while in college, maybe the night the two of you had gotten married. He can’t really remember. “And we were broke when we got married so, you know, there’s that too. ”

“She live around here?” Rooster shakes his head.

“No, she’s in Massachusetts now. Boston, actually. She works out there, went to grad school out there. Got a job offer from her grad program and it just- she wanted to go after it and I wasn’t gonna stand in her way. I’m gone on deployment so often too, that yeah, it can be kind of hard but she’s worth it.” The lies are flowing out of him with startling ease. Maverick smiles at him.

“Your parents would be proud, kid.” He whispers and Rooster looks over at Maverick. “I’m sure they’d love her. I’d love to meet her.” Rooster visibly hesitates and he kicks himself for doing so, because now Maverick is shaking his head and looking a little disappointed. “Sorry, you don’t have to- I just thought- well, I know this is still new and all-”

He finds himself shaking his head. “No, no Mav, that’s not- it’s just with her job and all, I...” Mav’s giving him a look Rooster can’t possibly say no too.

“Well, you don’t have to, I’d just- just want meet the girl who’s made my kid so happy all these years.” It’s the way Maverick so casually calls him his kid, and with such ease, that he finds his heart clenching.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll- I’ll see what I can do.” Maverick’s smile brightens and he finds himself being pulled into a hug. He’s cursing himself, begging every higher power that this would work out. “I’ll go call her right now, see if I can’t figure something out.” Maverick nods, wiping at his eyes. Bradley walks out of the hangar, far enough away that Maverick can’t hear him. He prays that you’ll answer as the dial tone begins. He calls you every once in a while, because even if the two of you aren’t in love, he still cares for you as his friend, and he’s kept tabs on you through the years. He hasn’t seen you since your undergrad graduation, which was years ago, but social media and FaceTime calls kept him well informed. Still, this was a big ask-

“Hello?”

“Hey, hey (Y/N), it’s me.”

“Bradley, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Your voice is bright and he feels the warmth that settles over him when he talks to you.

“Hey, I need a favor.”

“...Okay.”

“So, uh, to make a long story short, my estranged godfather is back in my life and he uh, wants to meet you.”

“...Why?”

“Well, because technically, the Navy thinks we’re married.”

“Oh, right. They do send me mail.”

“Yeah, and I- I didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth so, uh-”

“You want me to meet him?”

“Yeah. Look, I don’t know if you’d be able to swing a trip out to San Diego for a few weeks, but I’m currently stationed out here and- you’d be doing me a massive solid. I’d owe you my firstborn or something.” Your laughter rings out clear, and he find himself smiling despite the circumstances.

“You know, this is actually kind of funny. My boss was just hounding me to take a vacation this morning. I’ve worked here 6 years and never gone on vacation. Go to the Bahamas for three months, she suggested. You have enough PTO to do it, she said.” You teased.

“So...”

“Yeah, I think I can make it work Bradshaw. Text me good dates to fly in and we can work out the rest later. I might already be looking at one-way tickets to San Diego.”

“You don’t have to come out here for an undetermined amount of time. It can be like a week or something.”

“With you? Nah, your schemes are never simple.”

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ediblesunflowerlover · 11 months

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You can't just give up (Part 2: I wanna protect you)

a/n: I have been typing up a storm, I'm just trying to space out my posts but I have part 3 ready and working on part 4. I usually lose motivation by now so I'm patting myself on the back. I know to some people it's not a lot but I truly appreciate the likes and love I got from my last post, it's keeping me motivated. Thank you so so so much!

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x spider!fem (our fav 🤩)

Notes: Love constructive criticism, always looking to improve but don't be mean. I guess you can consider this angst-y

word count: 1750, I really try to make these numbers even lol

Okay, I'm done talking, Enjoy :D

Sometimes I get trapped in my thoughts, it always sucks when I need someone to pull me out at times. I sit on my couch, in *our* apartment, looking at Noah’s photo from the day he became Captain. “Noah…what I’d give to see you one last time”. I had asked Miguel for a day off to attend Noah’s funeral, he allowed it and even offered to come with me. I told him I’d be fine and he could continue his important work. The truth was I did want him to come, I wanted to hold his hand because I wasn’t strong enough to see my brother being buried by myself. I need him, especially now. He was always gentle when talking to me and considerate of my feelings. Some part of me hated it because it made me feel like a child but another part loved it because it made me feel cared for, it was how Noah talked to me, gently and sweetly.

*Knock Knock*

I snapped back into reality, placed Noah’s picture on the coffee table in front of me and made my way over to the door. I opened it and it was just my elderly neighbor Miss Kate, for some reason a small part of me had hoped it was Miguel but that would never happen. He may care but probably not to that extent and plus he had more important things that needed his undivided attention, I chuckle to myself at my own stupidity and naivety. I smile “Good Evening, how can I help you Miss Kate”, “Oh nothing deary, your little boyfriend just got your door number wrong I was just leading him over here” that’s when Miguel stepped behind Miss Kate wearing sweatpants and a hoodie that said Carpe Diem. Definitely not like him at all. “Thank you again�� he said to Miss Kate with a smile but being sure not to expose his fangs. “Of course, and y/n I am so sorry to hear about your brother, such an amazing and brilliant young man”, I look down for a second and look back up trying to smile “He really was”, “You two have a good night now”, and she enters her apartment as I motion for Miguel to enter. “Look, I was just-”, I hugged him tight. I'm sure it didn’t seem that way to him but I was so close to breaking down. “It was so hard…being there”, he wrapped his arms around me “I know” he said softly. I quickly pushed away and tried to pull myself together, wiping away any tears and tucking my hair behind my ears “Sorry, um personal space, I shouldn’t have done that” I say trying to smile once again “Um do you want a glass of water or anything?” “No, I’m fine”, “Oh okay, uh come sit” as I led him towards the couch and quickly took the picture I was looking at and hung it back on the wall. After straightening it back up I sat next to Miguel and looked at him for a few seconds before asking “What brings you to Earth-62?” “I was…worried about you”, my eyes widened. I was dumbfounded when I heard that, Miguel wouldn’t even look at me when he said that I could hear his heartbeat like crazy. He planted his face in his hands and sighs “You can hear my heart rate can’t you”, “I can hear it even when it’s not beating out of your chest” I giggle. “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself or get hurt and knowing I could’ve been there to help or protect you in some way”, I couldn’t think of a response, “I hate admitting this but I think I like you”, “Oh!” Now my heart is beating out of my chest, “This was such a stupid idea, I’m never listening to Lyla again” he gets up to leave but I grab his arm sitting him back down “It wasn’t stupid” I say looking him in his eyes. His eyes were one of my favorite features about him, they were unique and like none other that I had seen before. I smile at him and hug him, “So you hate admitting that you like me, what part of me are you so repulsed by exactly?” “Maybe the fact you can’t take anything seriously”, he says, still hugging me “Hmmm, no you love that about me” I chuckle. This was one of the times I wish I could smell, I’m sure Miguel smells lovely, maybe like flowers…everyone loves the scent of flowers don’t they? And if flowers smell good then that’s probably what Miguel smells like. Now that I think about it, what do I smell like? Stop thinking so hard…just enjoy this moment, no getting lost in thought. At least I can feel the warmth he gives off, being in Miguel’s arms felt like how coming home is supposed to feel like. I hug tighter “Please… please don’t leave me” I start to cry, “I can’t take it if you go too.” He pulls me off to look at me, I can’t even look at him, I’m a mess with pent up tears and stress just streaming down my face. Miguel cups my face to look at him “I’m not going anywhere, I’m here to stay okay?” he says wiping away my tears with his thumbs “Please don’t cry”. I nodded my head and sighed at the calming reassurance he gave me, I sat up on my knees to be at level with Miguel and placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly leaned in. As I do I can feel his hand on the side of my face, then I start to feel weird, alarmed, Spider sense! Danger is near but where?

“What’s wrong?”

“Spider Sense…”

*Knock Knock* *Knock Knock* *Knock*

We both turn out head to the door, that’s how Liam knocks on our door. I walk over to the door hesitantly, is it Liam that poses a threat. No way, the dude is scrawny and a massive nerd. “Who is it?” “Oh! You’re actually home today, it’s Liam. Couldn’t you tell by the knock or have you erased me from your memory”, I hear him laugh. Miguel was positioned next to the door just out of sight but definitely within reach if needed, I took a deep breath and opened the door. My head is throbbing now, I peek out into the hallway looking left and right, nothing. This overwhelming sense…has to be coming from Liam.

“You okay?” he asks in a worried tone

“Uh yeah, what’s up?” I say trying to appear as calm as possible

“I was just checking in on you, you haven’t been answering your door or your phone lately and I was just getting worried, how are you?”

“ Sorry about that, my phone…broke and I’ve been working a lot. I’m okay though, you know just going through the motions as best as I can”, that’s believable right?

“Well I’m here if you ever need me”

“Thank you for the kind offer but I’ll be fine” I smile at him, silently studying him, I listen to his heartbeat which only gets faster by the second

“...” he looked as if he was hesitating, contemplating almost, but about what?

“Are you okay” I utter still attempting to keep my composer

“Look, I’m sorry…” he says as he reaches behind him

I gasp and Miguel quickly steps into sight and holds my shoulder as a comfort, “who’s this?” he questions. Liam lowers his hand back down to his side, it’s gone. I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders, I can still see that Miguel is still tense.

“This is Liam, Liam this is-”

“Her boyfriend, I’m Miguel” he cuts me off and reaches out to shake his hand

Liam shakes his hand “...Nice to meet you Miguel” he chuckled nervously

“What was it you were about to say?”

“Oh yeah, um sorry to bother you but I really need some sugar, I’m trying out this new recipe and didn’t account for how much sugar was needed and ran out”

“Yeah I gotcha, one second” I walked away to go to my cabinet and grabbed what was about half a pound of the sugar, I could see Miguel glaring at Liam as I walk over and hand it to him

“Thank you” he smiles at me

“No problem, and you can keep it too we need to go to the grocery store anyway”

“Nice seeing you again…and meeting you”

“You too, have a good rest of your night Liam”

He walked away without saying another word, I closed the door and fell to my knees. I started hyperventilating, Miguel kneeled down to comfort me. Why Liam? He was supposed to be my friend, we even hung out from time to time. What was behind his back? A knife, taser, A GUN?! What was his plan…why Liam why, kept going through my head but there was probably no good answer to come from it. I lay down in Miguel’s arms and he sat down with his back against the door, “It’s okay” he told me while he combed his hands through my hair, “I’m here y/n, I’m here.” I’m just glad he was here, who knows what would’ve happened if he wasn’t. At least an hour had passed and we were still in the same position, sitting in silence. I had calmed down after a while, and went radio silent. I didn’t…couldn’t say a word, I mean I could barely think.

“Miguel?”

“Hmm?”

“What do I smell like?”

“Well, I’d have say you smell like vanilla most of the time”

“Is that a good scent to have?”

“It’s a wonderful scent to have” he reassures me

I smile, those words echo throughout my mind as a few more silent moments pass

“Can…you stay the rest of the night?”

“I didn’t have any plans on leaving you alone”

I get up and guide him to my room holding his hand, I get in bed and Miguel follows suit after taking off his hoodie to show just a plain black skin tight shirt. We face each other, looking one another in the eyes. I curl up into his chest and hug him, he hugs me back, I feel safe. He’s the one person I can truly let my guard down with. “Thank you” I tell him, “I’m just glad I was here”, “Me too.”

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The Heart is a Deep Ocean - Last Part

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of the sinking

Warnings for this chapter: Angst, 18+, tender Bucky, fear, catastrophe, flashbacks (in italics), fluff, pain, sadness, happiness, slight open ending, tying up loose ends

A/N: Beta'd by my dear friend @sparkledfirecracker, thank you my love 😘 I can't believe its over, but I'm very proud of myself for actually completing it. I hope you all like it. There is a flash-forward in this chapter. All mistakes are my own ❤️

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80 years later

Your hands shook as you flipped to the next page of the scrapbook in your hand, tracing over a photo of Bucky all dressed up. Seeing him like that brought tears to your eyes, blurring the vision of your grandchildren sitting before you. Your daughter stood up from the couch and came to sit next to you, hugging you into her side.

“You must have been so scared, Mom,” Grant, your firstborn, said from the armchair he was sitting in, his youngest daughter perched on his lap. You nodded, through the tears.

“It was terrifying,” you responded, falling back into the story.

There were so few survivors around you and that tugged at your already broken heart. With a blanket atop Bucky’s jacket, you sat watching families reconnect, while others sat distraught at their losses. Some were in shellshock, unable to collect themselves, just staring off into the distance.

The cold air bit at your face, tears freezing halfway down. Even though you couldn’t put thoughts together, you couldn’t stop crying. You never knew if you’d stop. Everything you owned, including your heart, was on that ship and you had nothing. Going back to your family was not an option you wanted, especially because you knew they’d want you to marry. And the idea of loving anyone else was impossible to fathom.

Bucky wanted you to survive, and you had to live, finding that will was going to take time. You could do it, even if it seemed hard now, but you could. You owed him that much, to keep his memory alive.

As you were thinking about what your next steps would be, someone sat beside you. Closer than a stranger should. There wasn’t much energy left in you to scoot away, the plunge into the icy water was draining but you still turned your head to tell the man to back off.

But the words got stuck in your throat.

“Told you I’d find you again, Angel,” Bucky said, smirking playfully down at you. His hair was slicked back from the water, and he had two blankets draped over his shoulders. Yet he looked like he had just come from a photoshoot. Handsome as ever. So handsome and so not real.

He couldn’t be. You were dreaming, you had to be. Your mind was too far gone, you were hallucinating. There was a yearning to reach out and touch him, your fingers fidgeting in your lap but you were scared. If you touched him, he might disappear. That’s how mirages worked, right?

You shook your head, “you can’t be real. I’m dreaming. Fuck, I’ve lost it.”

He chuckled, letting you ramble on with your debate on whether or not he was real.

Before you could make up your mind, he reached out, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. You leaned into it, shutting your eyes. Everything in you prayed that he would still be there when you opened them. Warm lips touched yours and you fell into the kiss. Your body immediately reacting to him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pressing yourself to his body.

He used his free hand to wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. You broke apart with a gasp but didn’t separate too far, feeling each other’s breath fanning against your faces. Bucky grabbed the blanket that had fallen off your shoulders, wrapping it tightly around the two of you.

“I’m real, doll. I promise,” Bucky whispered, not wanting to break the spell. Tears fell freely down your face, and he did his best to wipe them all away, “don’t cry, Angel, please. You’re breaking my heart.”

“I thought I lost you,” you admitted, letting out a small sobbing hiccup. “I didn’t know what I was going to do. I’d never felt hurt like this before, Bucky.”

“Oh baby, I know. I felt it too, from the moment your hand slipped from mine to the moment I resurfaced and wasn’t able to find you.”

“Where’d you go?”

“I got pulled into the suction of the boat sinking, yanking me away from you. And when I surfaced, I was on the far side of the wreckage. I could faintly hear you calling but I couldn’t get to you.”

“I was so scared. But I knew you’d want me to fight and so I did.”

Bucky kissed you softly, “my little fighter, I knew you would. I had faith you’d make it and I knew I had to survive for you. So I made myself heard when the boats finally came back around,” Bucky paused, his breath hitching. “When I got to this ship and I couldn’t find you,” he shook his head, “it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.”

You nodded, knowing exactly how he felt.

“With you back in my arms, I feel whole again.”

A hand fell on your shoulder, and you looked up to see Bucky smiling down at you, wrinkles accenting his handsome face, “and I never stopped feeling whole, not with you in my arms.”

He leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss. Just as full of love as that first kiss. You could hear the grandkids groaning about cooties, and your kids shushing them, mentioning something about true love.

Bucky settled in beside you, taking the scrapbook off your lap, “I married her the day after we landed in New York. I couldn’t spend another day with her as my wife,” he told the kids. “She looked like an angel. Just as beautiful then as she is now.”

“Oh hush,” you chastised him, hiding your face. He still managed to make you feel butterflies after all these years and the life the two of you led had been a wonderful one. Four children, seven grandchildren, countless pets and so many memories.

It was a life you never thought you’d have when you stepped on that boat, all those years ago. A full life, with everything you could have asked for.

“Once we got married, we told our families,” you started.

“Who turned out to be more excited for us than we thought they’d be,” Bucky chuckled.

“His family was not a fan of Catherine either.”

“And her family just wanted her wed, no matter who the man was. They thought she was too much of a free spirit.”

This brought a laugh to the whole room, knowing just how much of a free spirit you were.

“From there we had Grant, and you all know the rest,” you said, and Bucky shut the scrapbook with a smile.

“I think it’s time for bed,” Grant stated. The rest of your kids agreed as they gathered up the little ones. Each chimed a good night as they headed up the stairs. Your youngest daughter Winnie planted a kiss on each of your cheeks as she left. She had always been a daddy’s girl, making sure to give him an extra hug.

Bucky stood up, reaching out his hand to help you up. Together you began to head to your bedroom upstairs, on the third floor.

“I think we did good, don’t you?” Bucky asked as you passed the plethora of photographs and drawings that littered the walls leading up.

“We got lucky, finding each other when we did,” you smiled. Your hand never left his as you reached the top floor, stopping at a single photo.

“Lucky, yes,” he agreed. “But life owned us too, with everything we went through. Everything we lost.”

His face was haunted, as he looked at the photo of him and Steve, smiling wide for the camera. You tucked yourself under his arm, snuggling closer to him. “He gave up everything for us, and I think we did a good job repaying him.”

Bucky nodded, eyes full of emotion for his lost friend. “I miss him every day, and I thank him just as often.”

“Maybe we’ll see him soon, Buck.”

Silently he turned to you, and gave you a sweet kiss. One you felt all the way to your toes. He cupped your face, gazing into your eyes. Everything he felt, everything he left unsaid, you could read clearly in them. Love filled every part of your part and it was all because of him. A long life with him was blissfully perfect, despite all the hardships.

“Maybe you’re right, Angel.”

With that, the two of you headed to bed, falling into a deep slumber in each other’s arms. Like you had every night for the past 80 years. A calm blanket of love and peace enveloped you both.

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Paris Broke My Heart (p.2) | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: A whole year apart. Is there even a chance for Calum and Y/N to be together?

Warning: angst (happy end), fluff, friends to lovers, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Word Count: 1 868

Requested: yes and yes

Author’s Note: Read the 1st part here! Without it the story wouldn't really make any sense ♡ I liked the dramatic ending, but I think I like this one better. Hopefully you'll enjoy it, too ♡

Time was making a cruel joke of Calum and Y/N. It wasn’t flying fast like they hoped, on the contrary, it was going extremely slow, torturing day by day. The more weeks were passing by, the more painful it was to be so far from each other.

“How is your new apartment?” the girl called Cal right after landing in Paris and entering her new home. She looked around, having truly no idea how to answer his question. The flat was fine, light and rather spacious. Back to Los Angeles, she dreamed of a normal place to live in, not a small studio with crazy neighbours. However, having a good apartment in Paris did not make her happy. In fact, she didn’t feel anyhow better in another country. The heart was still aching. And Cal’s words “please, don’t go” were still bouncing in her head.

“It’s alright,” Y/N mumbled and bit her lips. “Don’t forget to take care of the plants I gave to you, alright? I worked really hard to keep them alive,” she smiled, but the joy sounded fake.

“Sure, don’t worry.”

He moved the plants to Ashton’s apartment. Cal knew it was pathetic and ridiculous, but even stupid flowers were hurting him, reminding about Y/N. He was angry with himself for letting her go. Other days, if he had too much of alcohol in his blood, he’d be mad at her for ruining everything they had. And that night at the club… She didn’t even talk about it. Did she regret that much?

The first two weeks Y/N was crying every single night, missing her friends, missing Calum. She didn’t regret what had happened between them, however, she hoped it’d have happened much earlier, not few days before her leaving.

Despite some awkwardness in their goodbyes, Calum and Y/N stayed in touch. Or better to say they tried to. The difference in time zones were killing them, it was so much worse comparing with the period when he was on tour. At first, they tried to keep up with their casual messages once a day – when it was morning for her and evening for him – but slowly the texts were shorter and rare. The phone calls became less pleasant and later disappeared at all. After some time, months being in Paris, Y/N got used to her life more or less. At some point she even let the friends know she met a nice guy, and more and more often Calum would see on social media her photos always next to that guy. Few times Cal was thinking to remove Y/N from his following list just to stop seeing her happy face, while he was so devastated.

“Please, tell me it meant something for you.”

Y/N opened her eyes lazily, but closed them immediately, feeling extremely sleepy. However, recognising the voice on the phone, the girl jumped in bed and glanced at the French boyfriend, lying next to her. Thankfully the guy didn’t wake up from the call.

“Calum,” she whispered and, putting on a first shirt she found in her closet, hurried up to leave the bedroom. “Are you drunk?”

“Is that what matters to you, huh? Only this?”

“It’s night here, Cal, I can’t talk now,” she whispered.

“Sure, you can’t. Is he there? In your bed?”

Y/N clenched a hand into a fist, trying to hold back the tears.

“It’s not your business, Cal.”

“It is mine. It supposed to be mine,” he mumbled and sobbed, feeling like shit. He was drunk, it was a rather normal condition of his lately, on the days off. “You left me, as if I never meant anything to you. How could you? After all… after all we had together…”

“I left you?” Y/N outraged in a whisper, going to the kitchen. “Do you think I wanted to leave so much? But you didn’t say a thing. You didn’t tell if it was important to you that I stay.”

“You sent this application at first place!” he snapped.

“And you never asked why I did that, Calum! I couldn’t stay any longer, it was killing me! You were killing me!” she couldn’t hold back the pain any longer. “I chose this path, because it’s better this way. I’m moving on, and you should, too.”

“So, this is it? You saying you don’t give a damn about what happened in the club, Y/N?”

“It was everything to me,” she said and closed the eyes for a moment. “But it doesn’t matter anymore,” Y/N finished the call and came back to the bedroom, texting Luke on her way to look after Cal as, apparently, he couldn’t do that himself.

Surely Y/N did not stop having feelings for Calum, it’d be naïve to think so. But the life kept going, she knew she needed to halt looking back. They couldn’t be together; Cal didn’t even offer to visit her in Paris or invite to his place for the weekends. He was playing his part again, being all cold and detached from her, and that time the girl decided to let it be.

However, it was rather ignorant for Y/N to believe she could find her happiness with someone else. And even if she didn’t think so, she at least hoped she’d be able to hold on to her imaginary love for a little longer. Just few months passed before saying to the French boyfriend rather trivial “I’m sorry, but I’m in love with my best friend”.

Y/N did not come to LA on winter holidays, she thought it would be for the best. Otherwise, she’d start crying again, would experience the feelings towards Calum even stronger, and it’d broke her completely, irrevocably. She did not visit the city of angels during her days off or other vacations, and Cal did not fly to Paris to see her. Funny enough, both realised pretty soon that they were suffering not because of the distance between them, but simply because of the feelings towards each other.

And the whole year passed just like that, yet it felt like eternity. In spite of that, when Y/N sent Calum the only message about her flying to LA next morning because Paris was not her home, the musician felt like he was back to the past.

To the happy one, where Y/N was not leaving, and he felt like he had all time in the world to be with her. To the time, when they were hiding from rain in some old local store with a gumball machine.

“Look!” she wiped wet hands on soggy jeans and started to search coins in her pockets. Calum was quicker, though, so he put few in the machine, and the girl began filling her mouth with yellow, green and red gums that looked more like some plastic. No matter how passionate Cal could be about the taste of each – he claimed that the red one had a strawberry flavour, the green one was apple-flavoured and the yellow was a lemon – to Y/N they all tasted the same. The tongue was changing its colours like a chameleon, though. The girl gave a blue one to her friend, so he took it by his lips, and they switched places. It was Y/N’s turn to put the coins in the machine, while Calum would catch the gums for himself.

“It makes my hungry,” he mumbled, trying to chew ten of them at once, while the girl was spending her last coins on few more gumballs.

“Let’s wait a bit longer, the sun is already peeking out of the clouds,” she noticed, and they both glances at the window, which possibly wasn’t washed since the opening of that store. Usually, a summer downpour wouldn’t last long, so they were sure they’d be able to leave the place quite soon.

“I’d die for a cup of tea and some soup now,” the musician giggled and shock his head actively, when Y/N tried to put the last gum in his mouth. “I don’t have a place in there anymore! Y/N!” he laughed and closed the mouth with a palm.

Just few hours after that he wasn’t smiling anymore, finding out the girl was going to Paris for the whole damn year.

Here he was, though, in the airport where he experienced maybe his very first real heartbreak. Calum saw the girl’s sleepy face and smile that would always light up his dark world. Approaching him, she touched a shirt collar first just to make sure Cal was real. They hugged each other tight, closing the eyes and trying to forget the whole year being apart. Y/N was hearing his rushed heartbeat and thinking how stupid she was believing she could stop feeling anything romantic towards her best friend.

“I love you,” she wanted to say, but only whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, but thought. “I wish I could just say how much I love you.”

An hour in taxi, and they were home. Her apartment did not really change much, even though it looked a bit alien after such a long absence.

“Why didn’t you visit?” when superficial conversation was over, the girl could not help asking. She didn’t mean to start a fight, but that question was bothering her for the whole year, and she finally felt brave enough to ask that.

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to come back to LA then,” Cal mumbled quietly, almost whispering.

“You do understand how stupid it sounds, don’t you?”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he smirked. “I just couldn’t come. Couldn’t. You left; you made your choice. I had to accept it.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. She sobbed and shook her head.

Cal swallowed and closed the eyes for a moment.

“I called my ex your name, Y/N.”

“When?...”

“When we were making love,” he chuckled sadly and turned the head towards the girl. “Every night… I was imagining you instead of her,” Calum’s cheeks flared up with a blush. The guy knew how wrong it was, of course, he knew.

“I guess she was very mad,” Y/N looked away, remembering the girl from his old posts. She didn’t buy it even for a slight second and was sure they were dating just for marketing reasons. Yet, she did notice Calum not liking Y/N’s photos where she was in an embrace of her ex. So stupid.

“I said my ex that I’m in love with you, so he threw away the tickets to Milan. It wasn’t very romantic.”

“I guess I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re not.”

“Of course, I’m not,” he smiled a bit, feeling better for the first time after finding out she got a boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. “I love you,” Cal said all of a sudden and took her palms in his. “I love you,” he repeated, simply bursting out the secret. The guy was ready to say it over and over again until she’d finally listen.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I won’t survive without you next time.”

“There won’t be the next time,” Calum warned and covered her silly lips with his after she replied,

“I love you, too, my best friend.”

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rexxdjarin · 4 months

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Hello :) I miss seeing Rex and Mari on on my dash. So here's a question: In a few words how would you describe:

Mari as a person (not as Rex's lover, but as herself.) Her personality, some of the things she likes and makes her unique.

Rex with Mari as your interpretation. Is he more anxious, is he super attentive that he misses some details outside, is he stoic, is he touchy, etc.

Mari and Rex as a couple in one shot (image). Do their pose usually look like (example) Mari is on Rex's lap? Mari behind Rex with her arms around his chest? Rex's hand on her waist side by side? — What is the perfect couple pose picture they have in their apartment/house?

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Sjejdjwjdj hi anon 🥺🥺🥺 this honestly made me tear up a lil bit so I will get right into it:

Mari as a person….where do I even start. She’s such a fiery volcano of a woman. She’s intense, combative, argumentative and funny. Her one liners and quips, I mean she has this ability to command a room fairly easily. But as much as she loves going out and being where friends, she loves nights in and people watching from her apartment balcony even more. As much as she is an extrovert, she’s still a fairly private and vulnerable person deep down. She keeps who she really is, her sensitivity, her emotions, her heart extremely close to her and is always on the defensive to protect herself. The loud boisterous side of her is a defense mechanism. And it largely works. Only her closest friends can ever really tell how something affects her or how she’s feeling. And god she’s so so passionate. When she cares about something she is relentless and fearless in her pursuit of it. It’s why Padmé connects with her so well. They will stop at nothing to make things right. To the point where they’ve both had to step out of meetings or committees when there are those who purposely don’t agree with them. Mari is quick to anger and even if she can’t do something right away, best believe her and Fox are talking shit about the situation later. She’s just SO many things. She’s so intricate and contradictory sometimes. But deep down she has the most simple of desires. To make a difference in peoples lives and to be passionately cared for the way she does everyone around her.

Rex has always been touchy feely with her. Their love language is physical touch so little things like cuddles or hands on her waist or hugs or holding her hands mean so much to both of them. It’s how they can say they love each other without words. Rex is patient with her above all else. He listens and he protects her heart so that she doesn’t always have to fight so hard. She can just be. And he builds trust with her the way no other man ever has. He won’t ever betray her trust or abandon her or hurt her. He just wants her wrapped up in his arms where they can both be vulnerable in each others safety. And honestly ? Being with her keeps his head clear. It makes him better. He can focus more. He finds his center so easily because he’s balanced just by knowing he has someone who cares about him as a human being and as a partner, not just as a captain. That humanization is freedom to him and the fact that he never had to even ask her to see him that way made all the difference for him.

Their classic couple pose is probably something like this. It’s not even about the photo or the world around them when they’re together. It’s just the two of them lost in each other and nothing else can ever get between them. The challenges and tragedies of the world are something they take on together, side by side, arm and arm and with their backs to the wall. It’s really them against the world. And it’s easy to see how in love with each other they are. They probably didn’t even know this photo was being taken. And also bonus points if they’re going out or something Rex always sits in the booth with his one arm spread across the booth comfortable and mari sitting on his lap with his other arm curling around her waist possessively. They’re just that couple that is always undeniably together.

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Not What He Seems (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x F!Reader, Modern AU, 18+, Chapter 1 of 2)

Summary: It’s hard to find a good man to hook up with, let alone go on a date and actually try to start a relationship. It seems like you’ve found a potential lover, but is he all that he seems?

Author’s Notes: Because @red-dead-reader made a request, I’m doing the Low Honor / High Honor story thing again. But this time with a twist! Also doing modern AU, because I need the excuse to use a dating app as a meeting device. Also, F!Reader is very horny. Hope you enjoy!

Tags: low honor Arthur becomes high honor, high honor Arthur becomes low honor, rough sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, slight exhibitionism, bad dirty jokes

Word Count: 4991

AO3 link is right here, princess.

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Chapter 1 - Low Honor

“You need to get laid.”

Arthur stared at Sadie with his mouth hung open in horror. He was unable to form words, let alone emit even a sputter of protest.

“See? You know I’m right.” Sadie took a swig of her whiskey on the rocks and held out her other hand. “Gimme yer phone.”

He finally found his voice. “No.”

Sadie glared.

Arthur glared back.

A few tense moments passed.

“Can I get you two anything else—” The waiter stopped, looked at the two of them, turned around, and left.

“C’mon Arthur,” Sadie finally said. “You need to get past that dumb woman and you know it.”

Arthur threw up his hands. “Fine. And she ain’t dumb, she just… we just…”

“It didn’t work out, I know,” she said, patting his forearm. “Now gimme yer phone or I’ll kick you in the shins.”

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Arthur leaned against the side of his old pickup truck in the nearly empty parking lot, the sky an inky black with pin pricks of starlight. He stared at the dating app on his phone. His profile picture was a moody black and white with his face in profile under the fluorescent lighting of the diner. His leather jacket collar was popped, and his arm rested against the back of the booth seat, stretching his shirt tight across his chest. He had to admit, Sadie made him look alright. Like one of those gruff looking bearded bikers.

“Just swipe left if you don’t like the look of them, and swipe right if you do. Even you can do that,” Sadie had snarked at him after she had finished posting his profile. “If they swipe right on you too, then the app will put you two in contact.”

One corner of his lips quirked up as he finally got into his truck and drove home.

Alright, she got me. Can’t hurt to have a little fun.

***

You couldn’t find a guy who piqued your interest. Was it your profile that was keeping you from finding someone? You had been swiping left all night, bored by the plain, saccharine, and thus almost assuredly fake profile descriptions, and even more so the painfully dull profile pictures. It seemed as though no one wanted to admit to being a bad boy anymore.

“God, I’m just looking for a hard fuck,” you groaned to yourself. “Maybe I’m using the wrong app…”

You put your thumb on the screen to swipe yet another left, then froze as your brain caught up to what you were seeing. Carefully, lifting your finger off the screen so as not to inadvertently flick away the striking image there, you brought your phone closer to your face.

A rugged chin, short beard, a nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times. The furrowed brow of a man who didn’t want his photo taken, but was being forced to anyway. Feathery hair, tousled as if he had just rolled out of bed looking gorgeous. And to top it off, the shirt stretched across his pectorals looked as if it was about to tear apart.

You nearly drooled. This man gave you a really good gut feeling. He could fuck you into next Tuesday and you’d say ‘thank you sir, may I have another.’

You swiped right.

***

Arthur grinned as he felt his lover engulf his cock in her mouth. Her humming sent vibrations along his sensitive skin. He dug his hands into her soft hair and thrusted shallowly, not wanting to hurt her; however, he did get off hearing her gag a little bit.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Nice big cock fer ya, just the way you like it.”

She moaned around his shaft and started bobbing up and down, working the head with her very talented tongue.

“That feels so good.” He drew out the last word, leaning his head back. “Fuck…”

*ping*

Arthur blinked, and all of a sudden the woman before him was gone. He groaned as reality rushed in and shoved his dream aside with all the vitriol of a jealous lover.

Ignoring his phone, he spit into his hand, grasped his cock under the sheets, and stroked himself, closing his eyes and remembering how his imagined lover had felt.

After a minute, he gave up. His own calloused hand wasn’t going to do it for him today.

Letting out a very deep sigh, he rolled over and reached for the phone on his nightstand.

>you swipe right on anyone yet?

He stared blearily at Sadie’s text. It took him a full ten seconds to remember what the hell she was talking about, but the late night conversation at the diner came back to him like a boomerang to the back of the head.

Fumbling at first, he managed to get the dating app up and started to swipe. All to the left, he realized after a few minutes. It wasn’t that the women weren’t attractive. He just wasn’t feeling any sort of spark. The photos were all starting to blend together; it was always the same pose, the same makeup, the same optimistic and wistfully romantic profiles about going on new adventures and long walks at sunset.

Just as he was about to give up for the day, a profile popped up that made him feel as though the world held its breath.

A natural look, no make-up, no obvious posing. It was simply a moment in time, a blink of an eye, caught only by the shutter of a camera. She had an innocent, charming smile that reached all the way to her eyes. Her beautiful, expressive eyes. Arthur was suddenly lost, seeing those eyes looking up at him…

…while her luscious lips were wrapped around his cock.

He instantly grew hard. Something about this woman made him want with an intense need.

He swiped right.

***

Leather jacket man had swiped right on you too! You were ecstatic. And also nervous. Part of you just wanted to tell him to come over and fuck you ten ways to Friday, but you didn’t want to come off as desperate. That, and you also didn’t want to scare him off. Start off casual, have a few dates, get to know one another…

And then fuck his brains out. Yes. Excellent plan, you told yourself.

As you stared at the blank message box, however, you had no clue what to say. His profile had been pretty short and to the point.

Let’s be honest. Looking for a fun time, whether it’s one time or forever. We’ll figure it out.

Ah, fuck it. YOLO.

After writing and deleting several versions of a witty greeting, you finally gave up and just wrote one word.

>hey

Fucking brilliant.

Embarrassed for yourself, you set your phone down and went to do some chores around the apartment, just to get your mind off your amazing first move.

Ten minutes later, your phone pinged. You casually rushed over to your phone, and casually fumbled with it before the app finally opened.

>hey

He spoke the same language as you. Thank god. You watched with bated breath as he typed some more.

>you want to get dinner tonight?

You quickly checked your calendar. Hell yeah, you were free tonight. And you didn’t have to work tomorrow until the closing shift. Not that you were thinking that far ahead.

>sure! where do you want to go?

>alan’s alley, over in downtown, if that’s alright.

>that’s fine by me. what time?

>7pm

>ok, i’ll be there!

>great, see you then

You finally remembered to breathe.

Were you getting laid tonight? Maybe. You damn well hoped so.

***

Arthur let out a breath. If he was going to meet this woman, it was better to be on familiar ground. He ran his hand through his hair as he stared at her profile pic on his phone. Something primal inside him stirred.

Looking around his apartment, underwear strewn around the floor, a dirty pile of laundry in the corner, and his work equipment sitting on his desk in an unkempt pile, he suddenly felt the urge to clean up.

Was he going to bring her home? He fuckin’ hoped so.

***

Alan’s Alley was the king of dive bars. Guy Fieri would have felt at home in this place with the amount of grease and fat that covered the walls, let alone the food.

So while you stood outside waiting for your date and stared at the menu posted on the window, you decided on a BLT with a side of fresh fruit. You stared longingly at the patty melt with onion rings on the other side of the wrinkled page, but the last thing you wanted was to feel uncomfortable while getting railed at his place.

You closed your eyes for a moment and let out a breath. Stop assuming we’re going to fuck on the first date. You haven’t even seen him yet—

You heard your name uttered in the sexiest rumble you had ever heard in your life. If he had a patreon for erotic audio, you would have shelled out monthly at the top tier level.

Turning around, you couldn’t even form a single coherent thought. The actual act of brain go brrr was happening right now, rooting you to the spot as you stared at him. His chest was just as broad as his photo had suggested, his tight shirt stretching across his muscles. You couldn’t help but glance down to see his jeans, his boots, and of course, his package. You made a quick assessment before your gaze moved up, seeing his amused grin.

“See somethin’ you like, darlin’?”

Oh. Oh. He had a drawl that reminded you of hospitality and lazy summers drinking lemonade on a porch. He walked, no, he sauntered towards you with all the confidence of a man who knew he’d already won.

On an instinctive level, you knew you were getting some action tonight.

“I sure do,” you purred. “I see a lot that I like.”

***

“Is that so?” Arthur replied, stepping closer to her. “I see a lot that I like too.”

His libido had gone into overdrive. Her profile did not do her justice. Dressed in a black sleeveless keyhole top that hugged her body and a flowy, medium-length pink skirt that wisped around her when she turned, she looked the pinnacle of his wet dreams. A little innocent, a little sexy, all desirable.

And her voice made him rock hard instantly. He couldn’t help himself; he wanted to tease her until she whined at him. He wanted to hear her beg for him. His inability to control his teasing had made him lose previous relationships, but he could not stop. And perhaps, he shouldn’t. Perhaps he should just be himself and see if she liked it.

***

Arthur was a funny guy, in a dry, sarcastic way. He immediately put you both at ease and on edge (but in a good way) the moment he laid his hand on your arm and guided you into the diner. Throughout the night, he had been nearly coquettish, his teasing relentless yet gentle.

“Yer eatin’ like a little bird,” he had said after watching you peck away at your BLT. Leaning in, he stared at you with his mesmerizing tri-colored eyes. “You ain’t really like this.”

After his comment, you grinned and just devoured your meal like you normally would, shedding any pretense of being ladylike. He seemed satisfied with that, and the date continued.

He had caught you eyeing his fries and gladly shared them with you. After some chit-chat, he reached out and wiped some wayward ketchup from your cheek with an attentive thumb.

“Messy li’l thing, ain’tcha,” he joked, handing you an extra napkin. “Maybe I should take you home, clean you up a bit.”

You desperately tried not to seem too eager as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Looks like you want me to take you home, put that tongue to good use.” His eyes sparked with desire.

Swallowing your food, you cocked your head and gave him a sassy glare. “What makes you say that?”

He leaned in and grinned conspiratorially. “Well, you ain’t said no yet.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic. “What do I get if you take me home?”

“What do you want?”

“I want all my wishes fulfilled.”

He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at you, but he still had a smile on his face. “Spoiled li’l princess, huh? I don’t know about this.”

“I’m not a princess!”

“Oh? A brat, then?”

“Definitely not that!”

“Coulda fooled me.” He winked at you.

“Bully.”

Arthur laughed. “Only because you make it so much fun.”

“Glad I could entertain you.”

“You’d entertain me more if you come home with me.”

You stuck your tongue out at him again. But after a moment you broke into laughter.

“Alright, you talked me into it.”

Arthur smirked. “I knew you’d see things my way.”

***

He gave you directions to his place and you followed him in your beat up Honda Civic. You had barely made it inside the door before he had you up against the cool wood, caged within his arms, his body just barely touching yours.

“You sure want this?” he asked, eyes burning with desire. And yet underneath the lust, there was a soft tone in his question, an almost puppy-like whimper interlaced with his rumble. It sounded like somewhere deep down in his mind, he still wasn’t sure you had accepted him.

“Absolutely,” you said, gripping his hips and pulling him against yours. You arched against him, pressing your chest against his before wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him down for a heated kiss.

His lips were slow to respond at first, though you felt the bulge in his pants grow harder as his hands made their way down to your ass. He grabbed you, squeezing your butt cheeks before lifting you up and pressing you against the door. You wrapped your legs around him and he mindlessly dry humped you as he deepened his kiss. Coaxing his mouth open, you tempted his tongue with yours, encouraging him to take what he wanted. He alternated between gently teasing your lips with his, and deeply kissing you until your breath ran out.

Arthur finally let you down and took a step back, but only to place his hands lightly on the waistline of your skirt. He looked deeply into your eyes, asking your permission with his gaze.

You quickly undid the button snaps and dropped your skirt without a second thought. You knew your polka-dot hipster panties weren’t the sexiest thing, but they were the best thing you currently owned. To your surprise, for whatever reason, Arthur suddenly fell to one knee in front of you.

“What the hell?” you asked while laughing.

“So fuckin’ cute,” he mumbled before pulling your panties down. As they fell to the floor, he maneuvered one of your legs over his shoulder, forcing you to lean back against the door for balance.

“What are you”—Arthur’s tongue lapped long and slow against your clit—“ohhhh…”

He began to voraciously make out with your lower lips with as much gusto as his previous kisses. Your hands gripped his hair and you closed your eyes, pressing his face between your legs and grinding against him, losing all control. You felt the edge getting closer and you hunched over, your hands clawing at his back before you finally clutched his shirt in your fists. Your legs trembled, both with the effort of holding you up and with the impending explosion of pleasure that you knew was coming.

And then Arthur’s grip on you changed, and one of his hands brushed the cleft of your ass.

His feather touch was enough to make you come harder than you ever have, a flurry of ‘oh god’ and ‘oh fuck’ as your body shook. You barely held yourself up as Arthur pressed his tongue against your clit, letting you ride out the last tremors of your orgasm hunched over his back.

When he finally pulled away and stood up, you collapsed into his arms.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, lifting you over his shoulder and patting your bare ass. “My turn.”

He carried you back to the bedroom and gently laid you down on his bed. Spreading your legs, he leaned forward and began to suck on your clit. You squealed, still oversensitive.

“Arthur, Arthur!” you pleaded. “Too much!”

You felt him grin before giving you one last lingering lick along your clit. Then he moved back to stand before you at the foot of the bed, looking down at you with a hungry gaze. The moonlight coming through the window cascaded across his body. It provided the perfect accent to the scene before you. He took off his clothes, one piece at a time. He wasn’t teasing you, but he wasn’t rushing either. But as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his large, muscular torso, you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching down to rub your clit.

A low chuckle filled the room. “You enjoyin’ this, sweetheart?”

“Very much,” you purred.

“Good,” he said, his voice like velvet against your skin as he undid his belt.

You watched, mesmerized by the simple act of a man taking off his pants and boxers. His cock was hard, jutting out and aimed at you like a compass. He wanted you so badly that he stroked himself as he crawled back onto the bed, staring at you like a man starved.

“Ain’tchu gettin’ naked too?” he asked, kneeling before you. He placed one hand on your knee and gently pushed your leg aside. The other held his cock as he rubbed it between your folds, sliding along your center.

You were so distracted by the friction of his shaft against your sensitive skin that you forgot to answer.

“You don’t have to if you ain’t comfortable,” he said gently, continuing the steady rocking of his hips. “But I’d love to see all of you, if yer willin’.”

Without another thought, you threw off the rest of your clothes in record time. His eyes lit up and watched you gleefully, and the moment you flung your bra past his shoulder, he reached down with both hands and grabbed your breasts.

“So damn gorgeous, princess,” he moaned as he fell upon you. He laid a kiss on each of your breasts before sucking on a nipple, using his fingers to tease the other. Your hips bucked and your ground yourself against his hard shaft, moaning shamelessly. He pleasured you until your hips lifted enough that he nearly entered you.

Arthur pulled away. “Wait, wait, gimme a minute.” Reaching past you towards the nightstand, he pulled out a condom from the drawer, quickly opened it, and rolled it on. “You ready to take me, darlin’?”

“Yes, yes, give it to me!”

Arthur paused for a split second before he pressed the head of his cock against your opening, but you definitely noticed. You didn’t have time to wonder about it as he began to push inside of you.

Your moan became a whimper when you realized he wasn’t just long, he was thick, very thick.

“Arthur!” you gasped.

He stilled. His eyes met yours, searching for something. After a moment, he seemed to have found it, because he pulled away. You quickly realized that he thought your gasp was in pain, because he gently reached up and stroked your cheek, almost in apology.

“Wait, I can take you,” you whined.

“No, you can’t,” he nearly growled. “Not unless I stretch you out some more.”

His cock was replaced by a finger, slowly working you open. He shifted down your body, kissing every inch along the way, until he was back between your legs, lovingly attending to your core and center with his finger and lips, gently stretching you and pleasuring you. He slowly added one finger at a time, making sure you were relaxed enough to take more of him, until he had three thick fingers inside of you, stroking in and out with a steady rhythm.

“That’s it, girl. Goin’ to stretch you out so you can take me. So come nice and hard fer me, princess.”

His encouraging praise stirred your heart and kindled the desire in your core. The soft tone of his voice coupled with his words felt like soft velvet across your skin, full of the promise of ecstasy, audible earcandy. You grabbed his hair, pulling him harder against you. Arthur, ever observant, pressed harder with his tongue and deeper with his fingers, giving you what you needed. You could feel his fingers stretching you, filling you as he curled them in a come-here motion, brushing his fingertips against your inner wall with an insistent rhythm.

“Oh fuck yes,” you cried out as you came, your back arching and your legs stretched. You dug your heels into Arthur’s bed and lifted your hips towards his touch. Pleasure sizzled and sparked along your spine, and for a white hot second you were pretty sure you saw the very stars that romance novels spoke about.

After that blissful blast of ecstasy, you came back down to earth. The thumping of your heart in your ears steadily slowed down as you regained your breath. Looking up, you saw Arthur sitting up, staring at you with a warm smile on his face. The wholesome look was a bit ruined by your juices on his chin, but you didn’t care. You sat up and wrapped your arms around him, ready to pull him on top of you.

Instead, he pulled you towards him before turning to lay down on his back, his head on his pillow.

“Get on top, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Get on me nice and slow.”

You lifted your hips and slowly lowered yourself onto his very hard length. When it got to be too much, you shifted back up before trying again. You were wet and stretched, but he was still a very big man. You got about halfway down before you stopped, taking deep breaths to relax your muscles.

Your gaze had been so fixed to where your bodies met that you hadn’t thought to look at him until he let out a small, slightly pained groan. Meeting his eyes, you noticed the strain in his expression and how tightly he was grasping the sheets.

“Arthur?” you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm.

“Take yer time, darlin’,” he gritted out. “I just want you to be comfortable.”

You grabbed his hand and positioned his thumb to stroke your clit. He immediately understood and kept rubbing you as you raised and lowered yourself on him, each time driving him deeper inside of you. Sweet, sweet torture, the feeling of him filling you but not quite all the way. When you finally took him all in, his hips trembled underneath you.

“You alright?” he asked shakily, his breath labored.

It felt so good, so right to have him all inside of you. “Better than alright,” you replied. You leaned down, pressing your breasts against him. His chest hairs tickled your sensitive nipples. Burrowing your hands into his hair, you held onto him and pressed your forehead against his. “Now fuck me until I forget my name.”

Arthur’s arms wrapped around you like an iron vice, trapping you against him. His legs shifted and you felt his hips slowly roll back. Then he slammed into you, a relentless rhythm as he stared into your eyes, grunting softly with each thrust.

“Oh, you feel so damn good,” he mumbled, drunk on his lust. “So fucking good.”

You had been reduced to pure animalistic sounds, mewls and whimpers as he pounded into you, driving deep inside with each stroke.

He rolled the two of you over, his gaze still squarely fixed on you as he fucked you harder than you’d ever been before. His arms were on either side of you, caging you in as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths in between desperate kisses. His bed shifted with the strength of his thrusts. The slight creaks of the bed frame added to the lewd symphony of your voices and your bodies coming together, a heated beat that made your heart pound and your breath stagger.

When he lifted himself up and away from you, you felt the cool night air brush along your skin, sending a slight shiver through your body. Arthur grabbed your hips and continued to thrust.

“Come fer me again,” he commanded. “I want to see you lose control.”

You gave him a sexy little smile before reaching down and stroking yourself, fingers sliding through all your wetness to give yourself pleasure. Every once in a while, you would slip your fingers down to feel him fucking your pussy.

“Like that, darlin’? Like seein’ me inside of you?”

“I fucking love it,” you growled. You took one of his hands from your hip and placed it on your breast. He squeezed lightly before playing with your extra sensitive bud, pinching and rubbing while you touched your other breast. Your breathing hitched as you got closer to that peak, hands roaming all over your body as Arthur and you played with all of your erogenous zones. When your channel clenched around his cock, he sped up his thrusts.

“Damn, I need you to come fer me, girl. Right fuckin’ now,” he growled as he pressed his thumb against your center and rubbed hard.

You screamed as you came, a blinding flash of light behind your eyes followed by sparks of ecstasy shooting from your core. Arthur’s rough handling was just what you needed, his frenzied strokes coupled with his rapid thrusts driving you over the edge and down the ravine of pleasure. Your hands shot out and grabbed his forearms, your fingernails digging into his skin while your hips spasmed.

Arthur let out a deep moan as he switched his grip entirely to your hips, his thrusts slower but more intense. He moved as if he was trying to bury himself inside of you. His hands held onto you with more strength than before. Letting out a long, guttural sound, he came inside of you, his hips jolting erratically as he finished.

Both of you were breathing deep, harsh breaths for a few moments, staring at each other in awe.

“Wow,” you both said at the same time, followed by a smile and shared laughter.

Slowly pulling away from you as if he was loath to part from your body, Arthur shakily got up and stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. After a few minutes, he came back with a warm wet towel and cleaned you up, his strokes gentle and deliberate. His movement slowed when he eyed the bruise that was starting to form on your hip from where he had held onto you.

“You’re so caring, Arthur,” you teased. “Do you feel guilty for manhandling me so roughly?”

When he frowned, you slapped his arm. “Don’t you dare feel bad. I wanted this. I loved it.” Sitting up, you put your hands on his cheeks. “Next time, I expect you to be just as hard, if not harder.”

The guilt on his face washed away with your comments. He smiled, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “I’ll always be hard fer you, princess.”

You laughed, unable to stop yourself from enjoying the silly pun. “You’re a dork.”

***

You woke up to the wonderful smell of breakfast and nearly hopped out of bed. You searched for a nearby shirt (one of his) and your panties, pulling them on and making a mental note to buy sexier underwear later today. After finding your phone, you bounded out into the kitchen. There, Arthur looked positively ravishing wearing a black apron.

And nothing else.

You desperately wanted to pinch his ass (and a fine ass it was), but he was frying up food and you didn’t want to startle him. Instead, you sat down dutifully at the table that had already been set with two plates.

He turned his head to eye you, and gave you an approving smile. “Already borrowin’ my clothes without askin’,” he teased.

“It was there,” you replied with a shrug. Then you noticed his eyes glancing towards your panties. Suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, you huffed. “I’ll get sexier underwear later, alright?”

“What you got on is plenty sexy enough,” he said.

You stared at him, legitimately confused.

Arthur turned around to face you. “You know how sometimes a wrapped gift is more interestin’?”

The light bulb clicked on in your head. “Ohhh.”

He gave you a naughty, sexy smirk. “And I like unwrappin’ gifts.”

Your face burned and your mouth went dry as your core grew wet again. This man was turning you into a lust-crazed beast and you didn’t even care.

He chuckled as he took two steps towards you, leaned over, and kissed you gently on the nose. “Ready for breakfast, sweetheart?”

“I, uh, yeah.” You got your head back in the game after the tonal whiplash. “But afterwards…”

Arthur only winked at you as he went back to the stove.

You sat back as he brought the hot skillet over and slid two eggs and a sausage onto your plate. It took about half a second for you to realize how he had arranged the items.

“Very funny, Arthur,” you tried to say crossly, but you couldn’t hide your grin. On your plate, the sunny side eggs and sausage link looked like a cock and balls.

“Seemed like you wanted sausage this mornin’,” he said with a sly grin.

Shaking your head, you dug into your food. You hoped that this was the first of many silly breakfast plates to come.

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