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dsireland86 · 7 months ago

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Oooh can i have a Craig Reynolds x fem reader request inspired by the song Take my Breath away by Berlin? I just watched Top Gun again and it's been stuck in my head for days!

I absolutely love Top Gun!! And the song! I have two other Craig requests, so I'm tying all three of them into one. Since the song is about love with so much different emotion, I figured it would work. Hope you enjoy 😉 😊

Take My Breath Away

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"Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game/ On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame/ Turning and returning to some secret place inside/ Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say...

Take my breath away"

She came out of nowhere, coming at him like a tidal wave. She was a summer storm, determined to wreck his life in the most beautiful way possible. Craig knew it wasn’t permanent; nothing that good could ever be. But he didn't care. It was a chance he was willing to take. He was caught up in a whirlwind of emotions that was bound to flood the entire world around him. But it was worth it. All of it. Even if it broke him.

"Bloody hell, mother, " "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you!" "You can't fix spilled coffee on a shirt and a pair of pants now, can you? This shit is pretty much fucked now."

Craig was pissed, but the moment he raised his eyes and looked at the reason for his demise, all of the anger and frustration faded. She was a pretty little thing. Short and small, with reddish brown hair and the cutest button nose. The moment his eyes met her bright blue ones, he knew he was done for. His breath was absolutely taken away.

"Are you alright?" American. Figured. "Yeah, I mean no, but I will be. I can fix this," Craig stammered, pointing to his clothes. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to run into you, honestly. I was trying to find my way to the train before it left and was more worried about missing it than looking where I was going."

Craig could tell she was nervous and was possibly on the verge of tears. Now, he felt like the biggest asshole ever. "Hey, it's alright, love," he said gently, caressing the side of her shoulder. The way she smiled up at him softened the hardened parts of his heart, making him realize there was no possible way she could walk out of his life now.

Six Months Later

The sounds of their lovemaking could be heard across the hall. Almost every morning for the last four and half months, the sounds had been the same; y/n's cries and Craig's curses.

The pounding on the apartment door made them both snicker, leaving Craig no other choice but to leave the body beneath him and answer it.

"What?" "Don't “what” me Craig." "I am "whating" you, Jackie. You're in my business again." Craig's thick arm was pressed against the door, tattoos on full display for Jackie to see. He was also still naked.

"Well, maybe if you didn't make your business known to the entire building." "Fuck off, Jackie," Craig mumbled, about to close the door, but she threw her arm out in time to catch it. "You two are serious?"

The disappointed look on Jackie's face pierced Craig's heart a little. But the warm feeling of y/n's hand sliding around his waist brushed the feeling away. He looked over his shoulder only to find her wrapped up in the white bed sheet, peering around his shoulder. Daggers were shooting out of y/n's eyes "Very," he stated factually. Jackie nodded, glaring back at y/n before walking off.

Craig closed the door and then turned around to face y/n. "Do you always have to stare at Jackie like you're about to bloody fucking murder her?" Y/n remained quiet. Craig huffed, walking past her. "I don't like the way she looks at you, like she's about to consume you or something.' Craig slipped his boxers on, rolling his eyes.

"Please, you don't have to always feel insecure around her. She's just an ex-girlfriend." He finished getting dressed before heading into the bathroom. Y/n followed. "An ex that eye fucks you every time she sees you." Craig glared at her. "To be fair, she was glaring at me, too. I know she doesn't like me." Craig's face softened a little. Y/n was right; Jackie hated her for no other reason than she was with him.

Staring at y/n still wearing the signs of a woman properly fucked, he melted for the way she took his breath away, made his heart skip beats, and his mind forget even his own name. She consumed him, and if he was being honest, her jealousy was kind of hot.

"Why are we fighting?" Y/N shrugged. "You started it," she muttered, peering up at him. Craig fought the urge to smile. "Oh I did, did I?"

He walked up to her, towering a good foot over her small frame, looking down at her menacingly. Grabbing the front of the sheet she was clutching in her fist, he gently pulled it off of her, revealing her nakedness to his eyes only. Lifting her up, y/n wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Craig, allowing him to carry her back over to the bed.

"Well, love, I'm going to start something else and won't stop until I'm finished. Do you think you can handle that?" He crawled over top her, forcing y/n back into the softness of the mattress beneath her as he kissed her, devouring her lips.

He was inside her before he even got his pants all the way off. With their lips attached fully, Craig slammed the apartment door closed, locking it behind him just as y/n undid her jeans, pushing them down and off as quickly as she could. It was only moments before they were both completely naked, shirts scattered on the floor.

Craig had his hands fully in her hair, yanking and tangling themselves around the reddish brown locks. He laid her out on the bed, eyes drinking in the color of her skin, the perkiness of her nipples, the pinkness of her pussy, as hers drank in the ink covering his skin and the way his dick moved along her thigh as he moved around on her.

With each arm locked around her head, Craig stared down at y/n, so angry at her he never wanted to speak to her again, yet so in love with her that just the thought of her ever leaving him, paralyzed him completely. Once again, she took his breath away, not just from love but from pain, too.

"I'm fucking pissed at you." "I know you are." "What the fuck were you thinking?" "I wasn't." "Obviously." "Why are you so mean to me?" "Why are you such a bitch to me?" "Maybe if you weren't so mean, I wouldn't be such a bitch." Y/n bit her lip turning her face away from him, but Craig grabbed it, locking it between his fingers and thumb. "Don't you dare look away from me." His smoldering stare made her whimper.

Sitting up on his knees, he pulled her up, holding her by the wrists while pulling her hair and yanking her head back. "You want to go and be in another man's bed then go fucking do it. But just know that tonight, I'm going engrave my cock into the walls of your sweet little cunt so even when he's fucking you all you’re going to remember is the way my cock feels inside of you."

Craig slammed his lips on hers then turned her around, and forced her lovingly on her stomach, hiking her ass up by her hips. "Tell me what you what, baby," he demanded, his tone dropping. His words were laced with painful frustration, a challenge y/n might not have been ready for, yet took it anyway.

"You, Craig," she replied through a sniffle. He knew she was crying, but she deserved it. She hurt him, embarrassed him tonight, letting herself get intoxicated and ending up on the lap of a man she didn't even know. When he confronted her, she told him to fuck off, that he didn't own her. That's when Craig lost it, vowing to himself to prove to her that he actually did.

"I want you, Craig." "Good answer. Nowm spit," he ordered, holding his hand out to her, and she willingly obeyed. He used it as the lubricant needed to slam his cock into her, causing her to scream out.

"That's right, fucking take it, baby. Take all of this thick hard cock." Craig was huge, making y/n scream louder with each thrust he made up into her. Her hands clenched the bed sheets as he fucked her, his large hands gripping her hips firmly, guiding her moves.

"Craig," she breathed, unable to speak much. "Yeah, baby, you like this? You like me filling your tight little cunt with my cock, fucking it harder than I ever have before?" "Yeah," was all she could muster to say. "Fuck yeah you do. Such a fucking good girl, letting me take you take you from behind like this. Fuck!"

The sound of skin slapping together filled the room. Craig pulled her head back, wrapping his hand around her throat possessively. The grip was both thrilling yet terrifying as he continued fucking her that way for a few minutes before releasing her and placing his big tattooed hands over her breasts, squeezing them tightly.

"Fuck Craig," she cried shoving her ass back into him. He smiled at the feeling and placed his hand on her spine, guiding it up to the back of her neck. Gripping it tightly, Craig ruthlessly fuck her until she screamed that she was about to cum, begging him not stop.

"Craig fuck, please! I'm gonna cum." He groaned, throwing his head back, fucking her harder and faster. "Do it, baby, please. Be a good fucking girl and cum on my cock," he panted. That's all it took for y/n's pussy to instantly tighten around him, making her cum.

"Jesus, baby you feel so fucking good," Craig moaned breathlessly before, filling her with his own release. He continued rocking his hips against her, riding them both through their highs, until he thought he might explode. Collapsing over top of her, forcing y/n into the mattress, he pulled out and rolled over onto his back. He was exhausted and completely out of breath.

Y/n laid there, completely wrecked physically, mentally, and emotionally. She felt fulfilled sexually, yet even though they were lovers on an endless ocean that knew no shame, she felt completely used and mistreated emotionally. This was what she had been fearing for a while. This was the beginning of the end of them.

The flowers came to the apartment once a week. Craig did all that he could to make her feel emotionally connected to him once again, but it was no use. As if watching in slow motion, y/n was slipping away from him quietly; even on their date nights, during their lovemaking, but especially in their time apart.

The things they used to love doing together soon became something of the past that they'd talk about in passing. The things that made y/n laugh and light up with joy now only made her grin now. It was hopeless.

They waited, anticipating love from the other when they needed it, but it always returned to some secret place to hide, always hesitating until it was becoming a foolish lover's game.

The mirror would crash soon. Then what?

"You don't hate me as much as you pretend you do, y/n. If you want me on my knees, then just tell me."

Craig followed her as she moved around the bedroom, pulling out drawers and taking out every piece of clothing from inside them. Y/n was fighting back the tears as she packed, knowing that what she was doing was for the best.

"Will you please fucking talk to me!"

Craig grabbed y/n's arm and turned her around to face him. His lips were a mere inch or two from hers, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on them. She was aching to kiss him, to feel him on her, in her, just all over her, really.

"There's nothing to say, Craig," was all she could say." "What do you mean there's nothing to say?" His face was twisted in confusion. "Why are you doing this? Why are you leaving me?" "Just stop, okay," y/n begged, throwing her hand up to her forehand. "No! I won't stop. Not until you tell me," "Because sometimes letting go is the best way to say "I love you"!"

Her words came out faster than she meant them too. Craig's jaw tightened and he let her go immediately. "Letting go?" He took a step back, squeezing his eyes shut then opening them quickly as his brows knitted together.

Y/n's eyes flooded with tears. She dropped her face into her hands, her shoulders shaking from crying. "Y/n, baby, I don't understand. I thought we were, I mean I thought things were okay for us," Craig stammered.

She shook her head slowly. "No, you've known, Craig, just like I have," she sniffed, wiping her face. "This, between us," she said, swiping her finger back and forth between the two of them, "it's not working, it's not fitting anymore, Craig. I want you to be happy because you deserve it and seeing you happy makes me happy, but be honest," she paused, shaking her head, "I haven't made you happy in a long time, and you know it."

Craig could only gawk at her, shocked, but if he was being honest with himself, not surprised. She was right.

"So, this is good-bye?" Y/n shook her head. "Good-bye is like I'll see you again when I'm ready to commit and so are you. I'm letting go, Craig."

"Letting go, what the fuck," he stammered again, throwing his hands up and running them over his hair. His heart was pounding so hard against his chest he thought his chest would burst.

"Yeah, letting go, meaning, I'll miss you, but I've realized you were never meant to be mine. I don't want to let you go, Craig. But through the hourglass, as time has gone by, I've watched you slip away, and every time it takes my breath away. I love you so fucking much," she cried, "but deep down in my heart I know it's the best for both of us."

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity until finally, y/n grabbed her bag. She kissed Craig's cheek for the last time, took one more look around the apartment, and left without speaking one more word.

The notion that their love was in flames haunted Craig for months. He was a shell of himself, going through the motions only. Just the thought of y/n and everything they had for almost a year brought him to a painful place every time, making even getting out of bed a task he never wanted to complete.

It was over. Y/n was gone and as months passed she and their love became a ghost, a simple figment of his memory. It was better that way. But every now and then a memory would flutter back, bringing with it a pain that would take his breath away, forcing Craig to drink the pain away. He channeled that pain, putting it to good use. He created something that took his mind off of the past when he wasn't involved with Stray. "The Downbeat Podcast" became his baby. It became his work outside of work and he was damn good at it, too. For six years he's managed it, pouring so much of himself into it, making it his life. And he liked it that way, because it never broke his heart.

#craig reynolds #the downbeat podcast #bad omens #stray from the path

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