#i tried giffing some parts i hadn't before!

[moonlight-prose]

HEART MADE OF GLASS

a/n: this is totally not to make myself feel better. totally not self indulgent cause i couldn't finish cooking my dinner last night. that gif is also self indulgent. but also hopefully a distraction from how angsty this kind of is. divider as always by the lovely @saradika-graphics.

summary: you couldn't control when they could come. the waves of nothingness - of battling with your body and mind in the hopes it would cause a shift. you wanted to control it. he simply wanted to help.

word count: 1.1k

pairing: logan howlett x reader

warnings: angst, fluff, disassociating, depression isn't outright stated but that's what it is, meat eating (sorry i'm an iron anemic bitch), logan's love language being acts of service.

The fire alarm never went off when you were in the kitchen. So he felt his heart jump at the sound of it blaring through the small apartment. Even down the hall and in the bathroom he smelled the bitter smoke as it rose from the pan you were currently staring at. A blank expression on your face and hand gripping the handle.

He meant to grab his flannel and join you for dinner. What he didn't expect was the emptiness of a silent kitchen not filled with your usual music. Your soft hums as you try to keep in tune with the song.

Logan's favorite pastime was standing in the doorway watching you cook whatever creation came to mind. Whether it tasted good or positively vile, he'd eat it one way or another. He'd swallow happily with a grin simply to see that smile bloom across your face. A look he did everything possible to keep right where it was meant to be.

"Bub?"

You startled, flinching at the sound of the alarm as you shoved the pan away from the burner. "Shit. Sorry."

A frown etched onto his face at your quick apology—your eyes never quite meeting him. "Everythin' okay?"

"Yeah," you said, lying right through your teeth. "I just got distracted."

Logan could hear the bullshit louder than the alarm. He knew something was wrong, because he'd seen it before. The silence that filled a once loud household. How you slowed down during the day, unable to finish simple tasks without pushing yourself over the edge. He watched you dwindle down to the barest bones your body had to offer and yet you never asked him for help.

You never explained why it occurred.

This wasn't in part because you didn't want to. You did. You simply held no real reason for why your body—your mind—chose to betray you at the oddest of times. At first you figured it was the lack of sleep. The restlessness that ate away at your body each night—keeping you up and active until finally you wore yourself out.

But this wasn't that.

This came from deep inside your chest, lingering beneath the surface—waiting for something good to happen before it struck with a vengeance. This protruded out of your very nightmares.

"Need some help?" He knew the answer before it came. No.

What could he possibly do that you hadn't tried a million times over? There was no easy fix for something this brutal. Silently, you begged him to leave the kitchen and find something else to occupy his time. He stubbornly stood behind you, watching over your shoulder as you dumped the now burned pan in the sink. What might have been a delicious steak now looked like a charred brick.

The sight of it still smoking only seemed to dampen your mood further.

You fought to keep yourself there, in the moment. But the dazed expression from earlier began to slowly trail its way back up your face. Until you could do nothing but stare at the mess you made, exhaustion slicing down to your bones.

His looming presence became an afterthought to all that filtered through your head. All the brittle and vile thoughts you tried to keep at bay. Some days they managed to weasel their way past your infinite walls. Some days...they found joy in tearing you up inside little by little.

Voicing it aloud though would never be an option to the havoc you tried to tame.

"C'mon," he muttered, his hands pulling at your hips to move you. "Out of the kitchen."

"I can finish–"

His glare was devastating.

Most of the time you'd ask him to tell you what he was thinking. Tonight you understood his demand. Get out of the kitchen before you hurt yourself. Let him do what you often did for everyone else.

Give him the chance to put you first.

He points to the chair originally pulled out for him. "Sit down."

But unlike other people he encountered, you were far more stubborn. "I don't–"

"Sit on the chair bub. Or I'll tie you to it." The grin he gives you is filled with sarcasm, but you can see the truth shining in his eyes. He wouldn't hesitate to follow through on a promise like that. He wouldn't even blink. "Your choice."

There was no argument left to throw at him, because his attention was elsewhere. So you sat. You allowed yourself to rest as he stumbled his way through the kitchen. Logan couldn't really cook. He picked up what he could through the life he lived, but nothing came out exactly perfect. That wasn't what warmed your heart at the sight of him standing there intent on delivering a meal worth eating.

He didn't shy away when you tried to push. When the horror that you needed someone to help was no longer a fact you could ignore. No matter how hard you shoved and bit and did what you could to scare him off. Logan pushed back. He quelled your bite with a stature of resolute stoicism.

With an exhale, he flipped the burner off and slid whatever he'd made onto a clean plate. Watching him move felt as if you were being placed in a trance. You almost told him that once in your first week of dating. Something told you he already knew by the way your eyes tracked him from the kitchen to the table.

"Steak," he said, sitting with a grunt.

A quick glance told you one thing. Logan didn't know shit about cooking steak.

You grinned nonetheless.

"There's..." Red spilled down the side, pooling on the plate as steam hit your face. "How long did you cook it?"

He shrugged, slicing it with ease and plopping a piece into his mouth. "Tastes fine to me."

"I'm sure it does."

"Watch it bub," he muttered mid chew, his lips curled into a smirk.

Making a show of zipping your lips shut, you took the piece he offered you. And as he did each time before, you ate it with a grin simply to watch his smirk turn into a smile. There may have been no salt, no extra flavor, and strangely a charred sensation with each bite. But you could taste the love spreading across your tongue with ease.

"Delicious," you garbled in the hopes he'd understand how much you loved him.

He snorted, shoving the plate to the center of the table. His thumb swiped at the juice that leaked from the corner of your mouth, causing your heart to jump erratically in your chest. Even on your bad days he managed to flip the switch in your mind with simple touches and soft looks.

"'M gonna order a pizza."

Leaning into his hand, you pressed a kiss to his wrist. "Thank you."

[killerpancakeburger]

KNIGHT IN SHINING KHAKI

Gif by @bastardcompany

SUMMARY: You've angered the wrong officer. You think you're a goner when Johnny sweeps in to save the day.

PAIRING: Soap x f!Reader ("her" is used to refer to reader once, that's it) (+ Reader's hair is long enough to grab)

TAGS: Civilian!Reader, Depressed!Reader, Insecure!Reader, Angry!Soap, Protective!Soap, GuardDog!Soap, canon violence, hurt/comfort, swearing, blood mention. Ghost makes an appearance as a matchmaker lol. The love is requited they're just insecure idiots. Making Shit Up for the Plot/military inaccuracies.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

A/N: My original prompt for this was: civilian!reader sees Soap in action and gets Horny. No Scared Just Horny.

Then I found out that Soap canonically beat up an officer. I am also obsessed with this video.

Part 1. Part 3.

This is it, you thought to yourself. 

This is how I die.

The day had unfolded like any other. Your shift was over and you were locking up your office, as usual. Your attention was focused on your hands’ motion, your guard dropped, your back exposed.

This explained why, when the stranger grabbed your hair and bashed your head against the door mercilessly, you didn’t see it coming in the slightest. The fact that you had zero combat experience while the person manhandling you was a decorated military officer obviously made matters worse, but at the moment of the assault, you didn’t know that.

The thud of the collision was eclipsed almost immediately by the pain exploding in your face. Half-stunned, all you could comprehend at the moment, every single signal sent by your brain was compacted in one word: suffering. Sharp, all-encompassing. You yelped, your hands vainly pushing against the cold, hard surface to get away.

“I've finally found you, you little snitch. Didn’t think you'd get away with it, now did you?”

Despite the blood thumping in your ears, and how groggy the hit on your head made you, his words reached you perfectly. They were seeping with fury and disdain. His voice didn’t ring a bell, so you tried to turn your head to glimpse him, if only at the corner of your eye, and he granted you some leeway to do so.

Perplexity filled you as you finally caught sight of your aggressor: you've never seen that man before.

“I don't even know who you are,” you winced.

Talking back in your situation would be judged stupid and reckless by a majority of people. Laying low assured more chances to avoid harm.

However most people hadn't been mugged at knifepoint like you had been, and most people valued their lives way more than you did.

Once the confusion and incredulity subsided, the pain still vivid but manageable, you were left with frustration and anger towards your interminable bad luck and the man behind you. His aversion was harder to take seriously when it seemed to have no foundation.

The grip on your hair tightened, making you grit your teeth.

“I'll refresh your memory, then.”

One part of you managed to be pleased to know that this mystery would be solved; the rest was ringing alarm bells when hearing the underlying threats in his tone.

“Weeks ago, you filed a report for embezzlement.”

You frowned, having no recollection of his claims, before a memory emerged. You saw them in flashes: the sudden, abnormally high spendings, the certificates full of anomalies, the incoherent dates; all this lead you to complete a reporting form, just as your job required you to. It was just a formality. You hadn't even even paid attention to the name attached to the expenses, therefore the officer was still anonymous.

Your aggressor scoffs menacingly, easily reading on your face that you remembered.

“They're gonna strip me of my rank and throw me in jail because of you. I'll make you pay even if it’s the last thing I do.”

That last sentence was finished in an almost shout, making you flinch, wishing you could pass through the door.

You quietly resigned yourself to your fate. No one was coming for you. You were no stranger to the inner workings of the military - no one would dare cross an officer that high-ranked for your sake. 

I've lived a good li- well, no. A pretty shitty life, actually. But at least I can say I did the right thing.

Just as you closed your eyes and braced yourself, hoping this wouldn’t drag on, a Scottish-accentuated roar resonated in the empty hall.

“Get yer hands off her-”

You had never heard Soap sound so enraged, nor his pitch so gravelly. Relief flooded through you at the sound of his voice, blended with gratitude. Tears stinged the corners of your eyes.

All of a sudden the unyielding grip on your hair was gone, the sound of something violently hitting the wall punctuating your newfound freedom. 

“-ye fucking bastard!”

You immediately turned around to see what was happening, leaning against the door behind you. Your legs were too shaky to be reliable. The harmed side of your face was throbbing in pain as you took in the scene with wide eyes.

Johnny had pinned the officer against the wall with one forearm across his chest. He dealt him a punch to the face powerful enough that the resulting thud made you grimace, despite not feeling any sympathy for his target.

He managed to administer a second blow before his adversary snapped out of his stupor, and the advantage he gained from taking him by surprise ran its course.

As your assailant defended himself with the strength of someone backed into a corner, you couldn't help but fear for Soap's safety for a moment. Despite knowing that one's rank didn’t reflect their fighting prowess, a rush of anxiety passed through you at the idea that he could lose that confrontation.

Nonetheless, he quickly put your mind at ease as his skills proved to be largely superior. The gap between the two was deep enough that it was obvious even to a neophyte like you.

Paralyzed, you couldn’t do anything but stare at the display of violence with a mix of morbid fascination and sadistic satisfaction. Honestly, if you could borrow Soap's body, you would without a doubt inflict the same treatment on that man. Maybe worse. Fair payback for the threats, the smashing of your face, the probable trauma you'd get from this. Maybe not that fair. But maybe for once you'd stop trying to act like a paragon of virtue.

You should have been scared, you realized. You had never been involved in a fight before. You had never witnessed firsthand the brutality Johnny was capable of, despite being aware of it, between his status as a soldier and the reports you read. The dog tags jingling from his neck and the khaki of his uniform were like so many visual reminders that he was a killing machine. His ferocious wrath, his yelling and his punches should have made you cower in fright.

However the only feeling inhabiting you was safety, as paradoxical as it sounded. Soap was safe, you were convinced of it, consciously or not.

This whole ordeal felt like it lasted an eternity and a minute at the same time. You blinked and out of nowhere, Johnny was straddling the officer on the floor. Blows kept pouring in but they were one-sided - the sergeant had gained the upper hand. The rhythm of his strikes seemed attuned to the beatings of your heart. Each resonated inside of your ears with your skull as their echo chamber. The noise was loud enough to cover your own thoughts.

As you focused on your breathing, you managed to slow down your heartbeats, and the blood-fueled pump between your ribs no longer felt like it could burst out of your chest at any moment. You failed however to contain the tremor in your hands.

You chose to focus on Soap's hands instead. They were soaked red from blood spilled, but not his. Specks of crimson sprinkled his hair, his face, his neck, his t-shirt.

There was a certain sort of lethal beauty to this brutal display that you couldn't help but contemplate in reverent silence: the way his bicep swole when he threw his arm back before hitting his target. The tightening of the muscles beneath the tanned skin of his arms. His icy stare. The harsh line of his jaw. His stern, inflexible expression, one he usually wore in meetings or after Price gave the order to leave.

The expression of someone who would stop at nothing, provided a bleak little voice in the back of your mind. The idea didn’t bother you nearly as much as it should have.

“Not gonna make him stop?”

The familiar grunt of Ghost's voice almost made you jump out of your skin. You pivoted and the behemoth of a lieutenant was there, in casual clothes, right by your side. You had no idea when he arrived or how long he's been standing there, quiet like a shadow.

Something dark flashed in his brown eyes as his gaze lingered on the hurt side of your face.

“Why would I show mercy to someone who would have granted me none?” you scoffed bitterly.

“Someone's bloodthirsty.”

“You're one to talk.”

“Didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

You turned your attention back to Soap and Ghost did the same.

“I doubt he would listen to me.”

“He would,” stated the masked man, with the assertiveness of someone announcing a conviction. 

“But if ya don't believe me…”

A beat, then.

“Oï, Johnny!”

The shout was nonchalant, like it was something he did often, calling off his sergeant from some prey like the Scotsman was his personal attack dog.

The effect was immediate.

Soap abruptly froze, blinking a couple times as if awakening from a trance. Then he perked up, and turned around, eyes searching. The first sound that left his lips was a call of your name. His gaze latched onto you and didn’t let go as he stood up and rushed towards you. The naked vulnerability, the raw openness in his voice and on his face were so earnest that they felt like a Cupid's arrow shot straight between your lungs. It left you devoid of speech and motion, so as Johnny reached for you, all you could do was try to convey your reassurances through your eyes; that you were mostly fine, and so grateful, but worried for him, that he made everything better-

His arms closing around you made the outside disappear, and suddenly the whole world came down to Johnny, and only him. His embrace was enjoyable for a second before the pressure of his body against your face woke up your contusions. You let out a muffled cry of pain and he released you immediately, swearing and apologizing. However his hands didn’t leave you, grasping your shoulders.

“C'mere hen, lemme have a look at ye.”

“Oh, I'm fine, you should worry about-”

Your voice pathetically died in your throat as he cupped your face, leaning over, way too close for your heart to not start stammering uncontrollably.

The combined attention of his fingertips on your skin and the turquoise of his eyes roaming your visage turned your cheeks into a blazing inferno.

Unable to maintain eye contact, your gaze wandered over his own injuries, a split lip and a couple of bruises.

Suddenly he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index, tilting your face one way and the other. Your skin flared up at the contact, pleasant yet nervous tingles scattering all over your body.

“Ye sure he didn’t hit ye on that side? Yer a wee bit red.”

You bit back a whine of complaint at that comment. He couldn’t be that oblivious.

“Yer makin’ it worse, Johnny.” sneaked Ghost, the amusement manifest in his voice - at least to you.

Soap looked up to him, frowning in incomprehension, indignant. 

“The hell ya on aboot L.T.? How am ah makin’ it worse?”

You panicked.

“Shut up Riley!” you hissed, in a desperate attempt to put a stop to his shenanigans, forgetting that you were supposed to be severely intimidated by the masked man.

That drew a gruff chuckle out of him. Your sudden outburst caused Johnny to release you.

“Not that I'm not glad to see you, but why are you two even here, anyway?”

You were kind of proud of your ability to change the subject.

“Was comin’ tae get ye fer a game,” smiled Soap, and it reminded you of a pet proudly presenting its owners with its findings.

“This one wasn’t coming back, and neither of you were answering your phones, so we figured somethin’ went wrong. And we were right. This poor fucker is wanted. Called in reinforcements to deal with him.”

Footsteps’ noises caught your attention. A group of soldiers in uniform seized your aggressor and brought him to his feet, before unceremoniously shoving him in the direction opposite of you.

“Gotta tell Gaz the game ain't happening tonight.”

By the time you took in what Ghost had said, and turned away from the procession, he had already disappeared.

“This isn’t over,” menaced the officer, passing by your spot as he was hauled away. “When I get out-”

“Shut the fuck up,” snarled Soap instantly, protectively positionning himself in front of you.

“Found yourself a faithful guard dog, uh?” the other man taunted.

One one hand, that last remark wasn’t so far from the truth - he had been acting a lot like that: barking threats, baring his teeths, standing between you and the menace, reducing a man to a bloody pulp for hitting you…

But on the other hand, letting that piece of shit talk to Johnny this way was simply out of the question.

Before thinking, you found yourself walking in front of the sergeant and retorting.

“What, jealous he's ten times the man you'll never be?”

Fortunately for you, he was dragged away before he could snap anything back. That didn’t prevent you from regretting your snarky comment immediately. It had been a purely impulsive urge, the kind that could make you feel heavy remorse for days, if not years. As if this seasoned combat expert needed your aid to defend himself. The idea was ludicrous.

You didn’t get a moment to mope around however, as Johnny proceeded to grab you by the hips and press you flush against him with a jubilant smirk. You couldn’t do much except prop yourself with both hands on his pectorals to avoid stumbling.

“My hero.” he praised like a smitten damsel in distress.

“Look who's talking.”

You lowered your gaze despite yourself, mumbling your reply, a half smile on your lips, embarrassed but amused.

“Going after bastards is mah job, not yours. You gutsy little thing.”

You refrained a sarcastic laughter at the nickname - gutsy and little were two things you have never been called, as far as you can remember. But you weren't about to argue with the man who just saved your sorry ass.

His fingers pressed into your flesh, sending tickles at the bottom of your spine.You were about to ask him to let you go, the position too incriminating for this public setting, when you noticed how dilated his pupils were. He had to be high on adrenaline from the fight.

You may have let yourself get lost in the blue pools of his eyes, until his expression turned grave.

“Ye sure yer good? Yer too calm about this. No need tae put oan a brave face fer me, aye?”

The genuine, serious concern in his eyes made the inside of your stomach twist.

“I'm good. You arrived just in time,” you assured.

How peculiar it felt to be the one to comfort Johnny, rather than the opposite; that the lionhearted, superhuman sergeant Mactavish might even need such a thing; that he might require it from you, of all people.

“He didn’t get to do much.”

His pretty features contorted into a scowl at the reminder of your attacker.

“That sonuvabitch… raising a hand on ye in broad fuckin’ daylight… if he ever touches ye again, I swear I’ll…”

As he kept fulminating against your assailant, you couldn’t stop an endeared smile from spreading on your lips. Listening to one of Soap's rants brightened your mood; it was familiar. The sincerity in his words and his tone was welcome. He wasn’t able to fake those emotions even if he wanted to; they spilled out of him like a waterfall. His honest worry and righteous ire towards someone who hurt you was… flattering, in a sense. It made you feel cared for, like you mattered.

Then red started dripping.

“Johnny… your nose is bleeding.”

He wiped it negligently with the back of his hand, only succeeding in smearing it over his face. You couldn’t hold back a snort.

“Bend over. It will stop faster.”

“Buy me dinner first.”

He punctuated his quip with a suggestive wriggle of his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes.

“Let's just go to medical already.” you grumbled, starting to walk decisively, albeit stiffly, in the right direction.

“Aye, aye,” acquiesced your savior, jogging a bit to catch up to you.

[elllisaaa]

LOST THE GAME - JAKE. S

SUMMARY : what was supposed to be the least interesting class of your semester turned out to be the most passionating one when you met jake sim and his tendency to tease. but two could play a game, right ?

-> pairing : college mate!jake x fem!reader

-> words count : 15k

-> genre : college au, smut

-> warnings : switch!jake x switch!reader, teasing, dirty talk, sexting, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praising, dry humping, marking, hair pulling, doggy, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, use of 'good girl', 'good boy' and 'slut', oral (f. and m. receiving), deep throating, cum play, manhandling, quick mention of choking, fingering, begging, riding, panties sniffing, jake is down bad for yn (yes, that's a warning), nipple play, jake is asking consent a lot and it's sexy.

+ the way i'm depicting jake does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> author's note : here we are, my not so little gift for you for valentine's day ! i hadn't planned something at first, but it turned out that i finished this not too long before so i decided to post it on this day. it's the first really long fic that i'm posting here, but i enjoy writing them so much ! shoot out to @xhdream that started it all by sending me a gif of jake during our christmas family gathering and messed with my mind 😭😔. this ended up being really self-indulgent but i hope you'll like it as much as i do !

-> masterlist | enha masterlist

PLAYLIST

🎵 lost the game by two feet

🎶 meddle about by chase atlantic

🎵 i'll make you love me by kat leon

🎶 more by i.m

🎵 it's not easy for you by misamo

🎶 more than friends by isabel la rosa

Leaving all your friends and family for college was not easy. Your freshman year was really hard, having to manage your classes and doing a part time job to be able to afford your rant, and being in a brand new city you didn’t know anything about, nor had any friends to help and support you. You felt on the edge of giving up just before your finals, but that was when you met your best friend, Yeji. She really was a gift, always smiley and willing to cheer you up. Without her, you really didn’t know if you could have continued university, or got your life back together at all. 

But now, here you were, currently in your third year at college, happy and confident about your future. And you really didn’t want to mess it up, so you remained serious, and worked hard to have the grades you got. Even if for some people, psychology was not a “real” major, it was for you, and it was what you wanted to do for your whole life. And you sometimes wondered how they could say that when you had to take science classes. At first, you were not so excited to follow them, thinking that it would be just another thing you would have to study just for the exams and never remember again, but someone made you change your mind. 

Jake was not in the same major as you, that was why you didn’t see him before the start of this semester but he immediately caught your eyes. Well, it would have been hard not to notice him, or you would’ve been blind, because he was really good looking. He was the cliché of the hot college fuckboy, the one so many rumors were spread about, the one who had supposedly hooked up with half of the campus. 

Despite that, you were not one to have prejudices against people you didn’t know, so you gave him a chance, mainly because he was attractive and exactly your type, and also because he seemed to be the only other student to be invested in this class. Surprisingly, he was always participating, sometimes before you even had the chance to do so, and he was doing his work everytime. And so on, he became even more your type because smart people were automatically the most fuckable in your eyes. 

However, you tried to not let your interest in him show. It seemed like he already had an ego, you were not here to fuel it even more. So you stuck to staring at him during your shared classes, under the excuse that you were only closely listening to his answers to your professor's questions. That was until he suddenly decided to sit down by your side on one random Thursday. 

“- Is that seat taken, or can I ?”

You lifted your head, even if you had grown familiar to the sound of his voice by now, seeing Jake, waiting for your approval with a grin on his face. Well, he was asking kindly and really, you could not refuse to have your crush sit with you. You simply nobbed, taking off your bag from the chair so he could sit down. 

“- Thanks !

- No problem.”

Regardless of the confidence you were trying to keep on, you were feeling incredibly nervous. It was the first time you and Jake were this close. Sure, you had talked to each other before, picking up on something one of you had said in class to add other information or to correct each other. But that was it, nothing more. So to suddenly have him so close to you was very strange, but at the same time, you were giddy, like a high-schooler confessing her love to her first crush. 

“- Did you understand the paper we had to read for today ?”

Jake's voice straddled you as you were lost in your thoughts, but you quickly composed yourself again, doing your best to hold his intense gaze. 

“- Yeah. Or at least, I think so, but I struggled a little bit at first. Why did you want to know ?

- Well, you’re the only one except me that seems to give a damn about this class, and you’re smart, so I thought that maybe you could help me, because I didn’t understand anything !”

You chuckled at the defeated tone he used for his last words, perfectly getting his disappointment of not assimilating a new thing immediately, it was frustrating. But at the same time, butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of Jake having noticed you. And he was saying you were smart on top of that ? What started as a not so good day was turning into a much better one. 

“- Of course, no problem. We have some time left before Mr. Lee arrives, so maybe we could go over the paper and you stop me every time there’s something you didn’t get ?

- Works for me ! Thank you Y/N.”

The way he said your name had you fighting demons not to blush and try to concentrate on bacteria and immune system instead of his bright smile and beautiful face. But it was not easy to stay focused when he brought his chair closer to yours so he could have a better view of the drawings you were making to materialize what was explained in the paper. You could feel Jake’s warmth through your clothes and it was so hard to resist the urge to turn your head and just look at him. Thanks to some magical forces surely, you got to the end of it when your professor entered the classroom, greeting his students. 

“- It’s so much easier when you explain everything to me, you’re very good at that, you know ?”

And he was at it again with the compliments, and you were trying to repress a stupid smile from eating up your face once again, whispering when you answered him in order not disturb Mr. Lee, who had already started today’s lesson. 

“- I’m glad I could help.”

Jake's response came in the way of a smile before the two of you started to take notes of what your professor was saying, not having much time to discuss throughout the class. These lectures were always very intense but also very interesting, so you didn’t mind the fast rhythm with which you were approaching each subject. You thought about asking Jake his number at the end of the class, just in case he had another problem with something related to this class of course ! A few years back, you wouldn’t even have dared to consider something like that, but right now you were thinking “why not ?” If anything, he would say no and end of the story. So as you were packing up your things, you started to get your phone out when you were interrupted by Jake once again.

“- I have a class now, but if I could have your number it would be very helpful, because there’s still some things I can’t get a grasp of, if you don’t mind of course !”

You smiled back, taking his phone and typing your number in the new contact he had created before handing the device back to him.

“- Actually, I was going to give it to you anyway. You’re pretty smart too, and you’re funny so it’s not a waste of time.”

Jake chuckled as he put his phone in his back pocket after checking the time. He was going to be late to his next class, but who cared when he finally got to talk to the girl he had a crush on since the beginning of the year ? Certainly not him. 

“- I’ll make it worth it, promise ! Huh, I really have to go but I’ll text you later pretty.”

With a wink, he was gone and left you behind with a beating heart and a stupidly big grin stretching out your lips. 

From this day on, Jake sat next to you every time you shared your science classes. And even if the seat was empty last week because Yeji was sick that day, she happily let the guy take her place with a knowing look on her face, wiggling her eyebrows every time he walked in and greeted you. You acted annoyed every time, but really, it was funny how supportive she was - sometimes, you worried that she was more excited about the whole situation than yourself. 

“- Is it Jakey again ?”

You rolled your eyes as you picked up your phone from the kitchen counter where Yeji and you had spread all your work sheets and textbooks to study. It was Sunday, and you often reserved it to work together and then relax with a movie, while doing each other's skincare and gossiping. 

When you first came to the city for college, you had rented a small apartment with another girl you didn’t know. At the end of your freshman year, she left and since Yeji was searching for a new place to stay because her last roommate was insufferable, you had proposed to her that you live together. She really was the best friend you could ask for, and also the best roommate. But sometimes, just sometimes, you wished she didn’t know you so well as she fake gaged when you laughed at the last text Jake had, indeed, sent to you. You wrote a quick answer before going back to your cognitive psychology assignment. 

“- And what if it is him ? You’re jealous ?

- Of a man ? Never !”

Both of you laughed at her remark, not able to hold back yourselves after being focused for such a long time and having spent the whole afternoon studying. 

“- No but seriously, what do you think of him ?”

You were not one to let other people direct the way you acted or lead you on to choices you wouldn’t have made by yourself but you valued Yeji’s opinion, and she always had something to say about your crushes. Sensing that the subject was no longer meaningless, your best friend put her pen down, thinking for some time about your question.

“- Well, you know all the rumors about him right ?”

You nodded. Of course you knew, especially since you started to talk with Jake two months ago, you paid a lot more attention to the conversations of other students about him. They were all saying that he was a typical frat boy, going to parties, not caring about going to school, and fooling around with every girl he found attractive. But you already knew that a part of that was not true. He was often sending you some parts of texts or lessons he didn’t understand for you to explain, he was really invested in what he was doing, and he had even told you that he was not here to skip classes.

“- And you also know that Lia is friends with his roommate Jay ?”

Again, you nobbed. You knew Lia too, because she was one of Yeji’s childhood friends. You were a little less close to her but she really was a very sweet girl, and you loved to spend time with her. 

“- She told me that Jake was not how everyone is depicting him. Apparently, it’s only because he’s spending time with Heeseung and his frat, and because he hooked up with a random girl at a party during our freshman year. And from there, people created him a reputation, and he never really tried to deny it because, well, everyone would assume that based on his looks and who he’s hanging out with. 

- I guess, yeah. I thought that too when I first met him. And that doesn’t surprise me, he cares too much about his studies to be a frat boy.”

Yeji laughed again, detaching her long, ginger, hair from the hair clip that was holding them in place.

“- I agree, he’s too smart too, and too sweet with you. He genuinely seems like a good guy, and not every guy out there gets your humor so…”

You threw a random highlighter in her direction, pretending to be vexed by her comment.

“- And I didn’t see you smile so much since that dick left you this summer, so I sadly have to validate him.”

Yeji let out a defeated sigh while shaking her head, making you smile again. It was true that you had a hard time because of your “ex”, if you could really label him like that. He was just a guy you met at a party just after your finals were over, and from there, you started to be in some kind of situationship, that was becoming serious for you, but not for him apparently since he left you over a single text and not even an apology. But you were fully over it now, and ready to welcome someone in your life - and bed - again. 

“- I’m glad you’re thinking the same.”

She simply gave you a smile before stretching her arms over her head, repressing a yawn as she did so. 

“- I’m thinking about wrapping up this study session and getting on to the movie.

- Oh my god, yes, thank you ! My brain stopped working one hour ago !”

You both started to tidy up the counter, putting your sheets back in your binder and your pens back in your case. 

“- You order while I’m hopping in the shower ?

- No problem ! Pizza and sushi ?

- You know me so well !”

You giggled as Yeji disappeared in her room, closing the door behind her and letting you finish with your mess. When your phone received another notification, you picked it up again, not holding back your smile when you saw Jake’s contact name popping up this time. 

jakey :  wow ! working on a sunday ? you have a stronger will than me ! you :  ahah only because i’m not doing it alone !  otherwise, i would lie in my bed all day, not doing anything lmao what are you doing ? jakey :  [attachement : 1 image] just relaxing while watching a movie it’s pretty boring tho…

You were not expecting this photo to be a shirtless one of Jake, sprawled out on his bed, and looking at the camera with a pout on his face. You had to pick up your jaw from the floor and mentally stop yourself from drooling over his abs, and his chest, and his arms, and the gray sweatpants hanging low on his waist. Was that flirting ? It was, for sure. Why would he send you that if it wasn’t ? But how could you respond to that ? Sending a picture of the same type seemed a little too provocative, and you didn’t want to interpret the signs wrong. If he was doing this after only two months, what would he be willing to do in a few weeks ? You were curious to see how far he would go to seduce you. 

jake :  why are you not answering pretty ? too busy checking me out ? 😉 you :  in your dreams. jake :  oh yeah, don’t worry about that, my dreams are already filled with your cute face.

You didn’t dare ask him what he meant by that, busying your mind by ordering your dinner and trying to get the image of Jake’s chest out of your mind.

The whole task of not getting your hopes up revealed to be a lot more difficult than you thought it would be when the universe seemed to team up against you. Or at least, you saw it like that as your professor was listing the groups for the new project of the semester.

“- Y/N and Jake, I want you two together for this. Usually, I’d put you in a weaker group to help but I’m very curious to see what you can do when working hand in hand. And that’s all for today everyone, I’ll see you next week and don’t forget to tell me the angle your presentation will address.”

You couldn’t believe that Mr. Lee really did this. It was not that you were horrified by the idea of having to work with Jake, it was the contrary, really, but it also meant spending a lot of time together, because you wanted your presentation to be perfect. You would have to go to the library together, or go work at his dorm, or invite him to your apartment, and all that will certainly not help you to stop your little - or rather big - crush on him, and neither will it help you to stay focused. 

“- You don’t seem so delighted by the news, pretty.”

His voice interrupted your thoughts, and you lifted your head to meet his pouty face, the one he always had on when he was trying to get your attention. It was cute. And his puppy eyes were too. And there, you were feeling all fuzzy inside once again.

“- Who would be delighted to know that we have a presentation that counts for half of the final note to do before the end of the month ?

- When you put it this way… But I was not really talking about that.”

You sighed as you stood up, checking the time because you had to join Lia and Yeji at your favourite café soon. 

“- I know Jake. I have to go but I’ll text you later to let you know when I am free so we can start to work on that. Bye.”

Jake stood there, mouth slightly open as if he wanted to add something but couldn’t with how fast you left. All this made him wonder if he read the signs wrong or not. He didn’t imagine the way you were often staring at him. He didn’t miss the few times your eyes flicked down to his lips when he was talking to you. He didn’t imagine the way you were shivering every time he touched you, intentionally or not. He didn’t miss how you were always smiling when he was teasing you, even if you tried to look annoyed. 

Or was it only pretending ? Jake didn’t know anymore. But you were not the type of girl to do that, right ? He watched you from afar since he saw you for the first time in this science class, noticing how kind you were with everyone, how funny you were, how pretty you looked, and he also noted how many boys tried to hit on you, and how many of them you sent away. 

That was why he approached you as a friend. Because at least, even if he didn’t succeed in charming you, you could be friends. And it worked until now, you were getting closer and he even saw you blush one or two times when he made a flirty joke. So he didn’t understand why you were like that today. Maybe it was only a bad day for you, you seemed off and didn’t participate as much as usual. It should be that, yeah. That, or Jake was a total fool. 

“- You know the rules Y/N ! You’re late, you pay !”

You sighed but got your wallet out. You were rarely late anyway, so it was not often that you had to pay for the three of you. Your two friends had already ordered your favourite drink and you made your way to the counter to pay before returning to your table and finally relaxing for the first time since you woke up. 

“- You seem exhausted today.”

You nodded at Lia’s word, taking a sip of your caramel latte before answering her indirect question. 

“- I am. I’ve been running all day ! I was late to my first class because my bus times changed and I didn’t know, so I had to wait for the next one and you know Mr Kim, he hates it when we are late and he literally humiliated me in front of the whole class. Then, I realized that I had forgotten the assignment that I had to hand back for one of my lectures, so I had to rush home to get it on my lunch time and couldn’t eat. And the cherry on top is that Mr Lee paired me up with Jake Sim for our next presentation.

- Wow ! That’s a lot, my dear !”

You nodded again, leaning against Yeji’s shoulder to seek some affection and comfort. 

“- Well, all that sucks, but I don’t see how having to spend more time with your crush can be a bad thing ?

- It’s not ! That’s the worst part, I think that he thinks that I don’t want to work with him because I was so dry when I talked to him today, and he looked like a kicked puppy and now I feel guilty.”

Lia reached over to stroke your arm and try to make you feel a little bit better. She knew that you could spiral about the smallest thing you were saying or doing sometimes, overthinking every interaction you had with other people.

“- Just apologize next time, and that should be good. This is nothing that you can’t fix.

- Why are you always right ?”

The blonde shrugged before taking a sip of her own drink, while Yeji led the conversation to how her own day went. But you couldn’t stop thinking about how Jake’s smile fell when he sensed that you were not as enthusiastic as him to work together. You took your phone out, opting to send him a text now, even if you knew that he would not answer right away because he still had some other classes. 

you :  i am free this weekend and wednesday afternoon to work on the project. and sorry if i was too harsh earlier, i just had a really bad day, it was nothing against you. 

You shut off your phone, not expecting a notification to light up the screen just seconds after your last message, trying to hold back a smile from stretching your lips. 

jakey :  this weekend seems good, but i’m going back to my parents so we’ll have to facetime 😉 don’t worry about that pretty, i figured it was not me you were mad at i’m here if you need to talk. you :  i’m good now, but thank you, you’re sweet i’m staying here so call me when you have a moment. and stop texting while you’re in class, idiot !

As he answered you again just to tease you, the weight on your chest flew away. Jake really was a sweet guy, you just couldn’t believe that he was interested in you. He was popular around the campus, whether because of all the rumors about him - mostly false, but they were spreading fast - or because he was incredibly handsome, and a lot of girls were after him, numerous of whom were prettier than you. That was why you had so much trouble understanding why he chose to text you so much. It was not like you to doubt yourself like that, but for some reason, Jake was making you really nervous. Maybe because it was the first time in a while you were really interested in somebody, past just physical attraction, and you didn’t want to fuck it up. 

You read Jake's last text again, the one in which he was telling you that he was going to call you in five minutes, just the time for him to gather all the things he needed to work, and you couldn’t stop biting your nails. There was no logical reason for you to be so stressed out about facetiming with him, especially since it was only to talk about a school project, but you were. You checked your appearance in the little mirror above your desk one more time, but didn’t really get the time to fix your hair, your phone ringing straddling you as you picked up the call immediately, setting up the device against your laptop so it would stay in place without you needing to hold it. 

“- Hi pretty !

- Hi Jake, how you doing ?”

You tried to ease your mind by making small talk with him, but you were distracted every now and then by how veiny his hands were, or by how comfortable his thigh looked to sit on, pressing your own together to stop the warmth spreading in your lower half. It was really not the moment to think about that, even if it was not the first time nor would it be the last. 

“- Did you have an idea of how we could talk about this in an original way ? Because I’m warning you, I don’t want this to be only a boring, classical presentation.”

Jake's deep voice as he chuckled sent your mind to other places you shouldn’t go while working on a science group project. 

“- I should have known you’ll be like this. I’ll send you the research I’ve done so far and you tell me if you see something interesting.”

This was enough to get you to concentrate back on what you had to do, and as soon as you chose your angle, you started to work properly, sometimes making comments that made the other laugh. However, Jake was not able to focus on the article in front of him, too immersed in the contemplation of your figure to get anything done. 

Why did you have to wear this fucking top ? The straps wouldn’t stop falling off from your shoulders, showing a little more skin of your cleavage everytime it did, before you’ll put them in place again. And he could see that you were not wearing a bra, your nipples poking through the material of your top, allowing him to think about how much he wanted to see you naked, how much he wished he could touch them, lick them, suck on them. Your hair were put up in a messy ponytail, and with your glasses on and the serious look on your face, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to fuck you from behind for some obscure reasons. 

And well, it seemed like he got a little too entranced by his own thoughts because Jake could feel his cock twitch in his pants. Swearing under his breath, he turned around in his desk chair to grab a pillow from his bed and put it on his lap. He didn’t want you to notice that he was hard, the risk being that you would take him for a pervert, which he maybe was but he didn’t want you to think that of him. He was trying to be the perfect, sweet guy. He wanted to take you on proper dates, and offer you flowers before initiating anything sexual between the two of you, even if it was you he saw every time he was jerking off, even if he sometimes had to go to the bathroom after your shared classes because the vision of your thighs in a skirt was enough to make him pop a boner. 

Sadly, the shuffling sounds he made while reaching for his pillow intrigued you enough for you to lift your head and look what Jake was doing, seeing him quickly put the cushion on his lap before going back to taking notes about the article. You weren’t thinking about something naughty for once, only up to tease him a little bit. 

“- What’s with the pillow ? Are you hard or something ?”

Your smirk widened when you saw his ears grow red. It was the first time you were witnessing a blushing Jake, and well, the view was interesting and too funny to let it slide. 

“- Don’t tell me you really are ?”

Jake didn’t dare to look at you anymore, his gaze lost in contemplating one of the posters on his walls, so much more interesting right ? How could he explain himself to you without saying anything disrespectful, because the thoughts he was having just before weren’t really ones a well-mannered and polite guy should have. All he wanted right now was to be swallowed by the floor and bury himself six feet under.  

“- What were you thinking about ? Me ?”

At the way Jake lowered his head even more, you figured that it was, in fact, you that got him hard. And what was supposed to be a silly little joke turned into a whole lot more. The way your laugh died in your throat when you realized made Jake feel even more nervous that he had really made you uncomfortable and that you wouldn’t want to see his face ever again. 

“- I-I am really sorry… Please, don’t think that I'm a creep Y/N ! It’s just… Fuck ! You’re just so hot with your glasses, and your top won’t stop showing your skin, and that’s so embarrassing but it turns me on how smart you are and you explain to me all these things like it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever come across.”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard, and it was apparently showing as Jake spared you a glance and turned away immediately, groaning about how stupid he was, and that you could insult him as much as you wanted if it made you feel better. 

“- Jake, just stop and look at me.”

It took some seconds for him to do so. It was a good thing you didn’t decide to end the call and your friendship with him already, he was not going to talk again and push his luck. When his eyes finally landed on you, he gulped loudly, trying to stop himself from getting turned on even more by the intense look you gave him. 

“- Show me. 

- W-What !?

- Show me what I do to you. And maybe I’ll show you what you’re doing to me.”

It was Jake's turn to not believe his ears. He must have looked so dumb, with his mouth hanging open and blinking repeatedly without saying anything because you chuckled cutely at him, pushing your chair back a little. And this time, when you let the straps of your top fall down, it was done on purpose, encouraging Jake to throw away that damn pillow and allow you to take in the appealing view of his boner. He was wearing these grey sweatpants again, and you couldn’t help licking your lips when you imagined how big his dick would be. 

“- I wanna see more, this is not enough for me to forgive you.”

Even if his heart was about to burst out of his chest, a little smirk started to spread on his face. He wasn’t in a position to negotiate, but he liked the game you were leading him into. And your wish was his command. Without a word, Jake got rid of his shirt, throwing the piece of clothing away before looking back at you, happy to find you biting your lips while checking him out. 

“- Like what you see ?

- Don’t be so cocky, you still have to make it up to me.

- And what do you want, pretty ?”

You pretended to think about it, using it as an excuse to drool over his abs a little longer. Because yeah, Jake was insanely hot, and even if you didn’t want him to see how affected you were, your drenched panties should be enough of a clue. 

“- I want to see you jerk off for me. And I want you to tell me all the things you’ve been thinking about doing to me.”

Jake immediately stood up from his desk chair, throwing his sweatpants and boxer away while a quiet “fuck” fell from his lips, bringing a smirk to your face. This was getting way more interesting than science. When he sat down again, you only needed to tilt your head to the side for him to start stroking his cock slowly, releasing a sigh that had you pressing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure you felt building up. Your eyes couldn’t leave his hard dick, wondering about how good he would fill you up, how good he would feel inside of you. 

“- So ? Aren’t you going to say anything ?”

The sound of his hand around his cock was starting to resonate in his room, spreading his pre-cum onto his shaft and going faster. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about you wanting to know his fantasies about yourself, sitting there so prettily but still fully clothed, while he was jerking off for your eyes only. 

“- I-I thought a lot about… About fucking you, especially when you’re wearing these damn skirts.

- What about my skirts ? Don’t you like them ?”

If he wasn’t already blushing, he was definitely right now, not only because of his confession, but mostly because your pouty lips had him thinking about sliding his cock between them and he felt close to cumming already just because of this, just because you were playing with him and he loved it a little too much.

“- Fuck ! I do, I do, but they make me want to eat you out so bad, you have no idea how hard it is to sit next to you when you have them on.”

Jake closed his eyes for a few seconds, missing your proud smile as you watched his face scrunch up in pleasure. Since he did nothing but listen to you – and make you even more wet –  you decided to reward him by removing your tank top, letting him finally see your breast. 

“- You’re so hot Y/N… I wanna touch you…

- But you’ll just have to watch for now, okay ?”

For now ? Jake didn’t want to dig on what you meant, too entranced by the sight of your hands coming up to play with your nipples like he dreamt about doing, forcing another moan out of his mouth. How bad he wished he was the one massaging your boobs right now, how bad he wanted them in his mouth and your hands tugging on his hair. 

“- I want to see more of you, pretty, please…”

Your eyes shifted from his dick to his face, your mouth watering at his fucked out look zeroing on your hands on your chest and fingers pinching your nipples. But hearing Jake beg for you was too pleasing, you needed more of his pleas, more of his airy moans. It was like a drug you were slowly becoming addicted to. 

“- Beg some more, and I’ll think about it. 

- Please Y/N, please, it’s not fair, I want to see your pussy, been dreaming about it, please.”

The fact that he didn’t even hesitate before doing it made your head spin with want, clouding your mind with lust as you got rid of your clothes too and sat down in front of the camera again. 

“- Shit ! You’re so fucking hot pretty, making me want to fuck you so bad. 

- I really wished you were here Jake, wished you could be the one touching me like that.”

As you were talking, you spread your legs for him, your feet sitting on your desk so he had a full view of your soaked pussy and your little fingers playing with your clit. 

“- Is it enough for you ? Or do you want even more ?”

The way Jake’s tongue poked out of his mouth to lick his lips had you thinking back to him eating you out, and how good that would feel. A soft whimper escaped you when you slipped two fingers into your hole, too excited to wait for his answer. The way he was lazily stroking his cock was driving you insane, and you didn’t care if you looked desperate for him anymore, because you were and all you wanted was him right now. 

“- Would feel so much better if it was your fingers…  

- You don’t know how much I want that… You’re so wet, you’re dripping everywhere baby, fuck ! I want to lick your pretty cunt so bad….”

Another moan rolled off your tongue, closing your eyes for a second before opening them again because you didn’t want to miss the show Jake was putting on for you, his hand moving way faster now that he got to witness your naked body and the sinful vision you offered him. Your fingers couldn’t reach that spot you knew he could have, knew that his long hands would be perfect for you. 

“- You want that pretty ? Want me to eat your pussy ? 

- Oh god, yes ! Please Jake, I need it, I need you…”

The way you were saying his name, full of lust and desire, had him coming close to the edge already. He wished he was with you right now, wished he could hear you scream it again and again, wished you would beg him more and more. 

“- I need you too, need you to sit on my cock and ride me.”

He was sitting in the perfect position for you to do just that, and the image wouldn’t leave your mind. You abandoned your nipple to play with your clit, your thighs shaking as you approached your climax. 

“- I’m so close, feels so good… 

- Me too… Cum for me Y/N.”

This was all you needed for your orgasm to wash over you, clenching so hard around your fingers you could barely move them anymore, circling your clit until it felt too much. Jake had to bite his lips and quickly remind himself that he was not home alone to hold himself back from releasing a litany of filthy moans as he spilled all over his abs, covering them in his release that you wanted to lick off from his body so badly. 

During a moment, the only sound was the one of your heavy breathing, trying to get a hold of what just happened. As you were about to say something, a knock against your door interrupted your thoughts, eyes widening in surprise. You rushed to end the call with Jake, not even taking the time for a goodbye before dressing up quickly and trying to not look like you just had the best orgasm of your life as you opened the door of your bedroom. 

“- Are you alright ? I thought I heard you scream…”

You smiled innocently at your Yeji, hoping that she would not interrogate you further because your legs were still weak and trembling and your face was obviously flushed.

“- Oh, yeah, I just hit my toes against the bed, that’s why.”

Luckily, she seemed to accept your excuse and you plopped down on your bed after closing the door behind you. What the fuck just happened ? Did you really have sex over a facetime with Jake ? It was usually something you dreamt about but that never occurred in real life. But with the way he was blowing up your phone, there was no way this was not true. 

If you thought that this would ease the tension between the two of you, you were definitely wrong. Because when you saw each other for the first time after this one call, you felt ten times more attracted to him than before, almost getting wet just seeing him smirk at you as you entered the classroom. Sure, you had texted each other during the week, but neither one of you dared to address the subject directly, too embarrassed and afraid that it would ruin everything. 

But you couldn’t lie : you wore the shortest skirt you owned today on purpose, only because you wanted a reaction out of him. And a reaction you got. As soon as Jake took in your entire outfit, his gaze darkened, mouth opening just enough for his tongue to dart out and lick his lips as if he wanted to devour you. If you weren’t wet already, now, your panties were definitely soaked with the way he was eying you up and down. 

“- Hi Jake ! How was your weekend ? Must have been great to see your parents.”

He didn’t expect you to strike up such a casual conversation with him, but his mind was already far away, staring at the way your skirt rode up your thighs when you sat down, revealing even more of your skin. Jake had to turn his gaze away from you for a few moments to focus back on how to form sentences and answer you. 

“- It was cool, yeah. And how was yours ? Did you have fun ?

- Actually, it was very fun. Something interesting happened.”

The grin stretching out your lips didn’t go unnoticed, Jake’s eyes zeroing on them and wishing he could kiss you right now, wishing he could have you grinding down on his lap and making out with him. He was snapped out of his daydreaming when Mr.Lee entered the classroom loudly, as usual. 

“- Hello everyone ! Today you’re gonna work on your projects, and I’ll come see where all of you are so I can help you if you need it.”

Working together turned out to be way more complicated than you thought it would. Jake wouldn’t stop subtly caressing your arms or your hands, coming way more closer to you than necessary when you had something to show him, his thigh pressed against yours underneath the table. But two could play a game, right ? Too bad you dropped your pen on the floor and had to get up to pick it up. Too bad your skirt was so short that when you bent over, Jake could catch a glimpse of your panties. Too bad the hand you landed on his thigh to get his attention was so close to his crotch. 

By the end of the class, you were just dying to come back home and relieve the unbearable heat you were feeling, almost squirming in your chair. If he had you wrecked with only that, you didn’t dare to think of how good he would actually be able to ruin you. But what was infuriating was how he didn’t even seem to be affected by the whole situation, despite his leg bouncing up and down, and his lips swollen from biting them. Still, you wanted to get back at him. After all, it was his fault if your call took another turn, and it was his fault your panties were ruined right now. 

With how fast you escaped the classroom, Jake didn’t expect you to ask him to meet up, especially in an area he knew was unknown by most students. His body was tingling in anticipation, wondering what you were going to do next. Maybe he loved this little game too much, and maybe it was risky because he almost popped a boner in class, but it was worth it if it was for you. 

“- What do you want pretty ?

- Give me your hand.”

You could see that he was confused, but he did what you asked nevertheless, so you could place something in his palm, closing his fingers around what seemed to be a piece of fabric, which was a little damp. 

“- You feel how wet you made me ? This is what you do to me Jake. Now, enjoy your next classes.”

He watched you go away, definitely hard this time when he realized you really gave him your panties, and that the material was, in fact, soaked in your juices. Behind you, you heard him swear loudly and rush to his class to not be late, a smirk spreading on your lips. It was his turn to suffer a little. 

Jake didn’t even take the time to greet his roommate when he came home, tracing a beeline to his room and locking the door before he dropped his bag on the floor. He got out your panties that were stuffed in his pocket, the fabric still a little wet. You were the reason he didn’t pay attention to his last class of the day, not able to understand a single thing his professor was saying. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to jerk off with them, couldn’t stop thinking of you going home with nothing underneath your skirt. 

That was enough to make him hard all over again. Quickly, Jake got rid of his jeans and underwear, laying down on his bed with a hand already wrapped around his painfully hard dick. Without an ounce of shame, he lifted your panties to his nose, inhaling your scent and immediately moaning. He was already addicted to this, to you, to the way you were playing with him. 

Jake could already feel his tip leaking pre-cum, and he knew that he was not going to last long, especially after you had edged him all day. It was as if he could still feel your hand on his thigh, too close to his crotch for his sanity. And every time you touched his arm to have his attention, it was like your fingers were leaving a trail of fire behind them, a shiver running down his spine every time your warmth left him. 

The smell of your juices was driving him insane, sticking his tongue out to lick it off the material. He sped up his movements unconsciously, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, incapable of holding back his moans anymore. He didn’t care if Jay could hear him or not, he didn’t care if what he was doing was disgusting, if he was a creep for loving it all. You already tasted like heaven like this, and he knew that as soon as you’d let him go down on you for real, he would never want to pull out from your pussy ever again. 

Once he could taste nothing but his own saliva that had completely drenched your panties, he wrapped it around his cock, the friction feeling so much better than his own hands, but not coming close to what yours would feel, he knew it. His mind couldn’t stop drifting away to a sick scenario in which you were watching him do all that, in which you were telling him how disgusting he was, in which he was begging for you to touch him. The thought was enough to push him over the edge, moaning your name loudly as he came all over this stomach and your panties. 

“- Fuck…”

Without a second thought, he reached for his pants on the floor, getting his phone out to take a picture of the mess he had made. The material was still wrapped around his cock, making sure you had a great view of his abs covered in his cum and his tip still leaking. As soon as he hit “send”, Jake plopped down on the sheets again, closing his eyes for a while. He knew he had to get up, take a shower and do his homework, but the only thing plaguing his mind was you. Only you. 

Of course, the teasing didn’t stop there, neither of you being able to stop. You had sexted each other during classes, not paying any attention to the actual lesson, too busy telling the other the dirtiest things. It felt even better when Jake did it during your science class, blowing up your phone with messages filled with praises of how gorgeous you looked today, of how your outfit was suiting you perfectly, of how much he wished he could fuck you on your desk right now, of how much he just wanted to get out of here and show you how good he could make you feel. 

You had not given up on your skirts and dresses, which were getting shorter and tighter as time went on. And Jake had not given up on putting his hand on your thigh, which was getting closer and closer to your core everytime you were sitting side by side. The flirting comments he whispered in your ears got more and more unhinged, and the pictures you sent to him got more and more revealing. Jake had started to save them in a locked file, but always making sure to send something back so it was fair - and not at all because he loved the idea of you drooling over his body, or touching yourself while looking at his nudes. 

And even if Jake loved the game, he couldn’t wait for the moment he would finally have you. Because he was so close to breaking down the act when you sent him an audio message of you moaning his name, going on and on about how much you wished he was with you right now, about how much you needed him. It was late at night, and Jake was ready to go to sleep, but he was quick to slip his hand in his underwear, jerking off to the sound of your whines and begs that he listened to on repeat from this moment on. And he was seeing so clearly the sinful image of you fingering yourself that hadn’t left his mind since this video call, the same image that was imprinted in his memories. 

He was almost ready to go out at 1am and come to your apartment, but he was too tired and mostly, he wanted to win, even if it was pointless because he knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. So he settled on sending you a video just when he was coming, while telling you how bad he wished you could be riding him right now, how bad he wished he could fill you up with his cum. And you replied with a close up of your wet pussy that ended up in his locked file. 

It was also very fun to talk casually in front of everyone else, as if Jake wasn’t fucking you with his eyes, as if you hadn’t sent him another filthy text last night where you were calling him your good boy. The sexual tension between you and Jake was so high that neither Yeji or Jay could even bear to look your way without being disgusted - their words, not yours. And the way you were both always smiling, giggling and blushing everytime the other sent you something had your two friends desesperate for you to finally fuck each other and stop flirting in front of them - again, their exact words. You knew Yeji was happy for you and just liked to tease, but you were just as eager as her to get laid. 

But you will not be the one to give up. You wanted Jake to surrender before you did. Why ? Just because it was much more fun that way. Hence why you were standing so close to Jungwon. And Jake was clearly not having it, watching the two of you from his seat in the classroom, jaw clenched and gaze burning a hole in your friend’s back. The way you were touching his arm and laughing at his jokes shouldn’t have made him jealous. After all, you were not his, you were not his girlfriend, and he didn’t even kiss you yet. But still, it didn’t stop him from wanting to swat Jungwon away from you when he hugged you. 

Your innocent smile as you sat next to him and asked him how his day went so far did not help. He could see right through you, could see that you did that on purpose. And this time, it worked. Jake didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want this to stop, but he had to do it or he would go insane. While you were cautiously taking notes, he took his phone out, accustomed to texting you during class by now. During a little break, you looked at your phone and grinned seeing a new message from Jake, asking you to join him in the same corridor you gave him your panties a few weeks before. You had to bite your lips to not let a big smile invade your whole face, because you knew very well what it meant, your body tingling with excitement. 

At this point, Jake had no self control anymore. All he wanted was you. All he needed was you. And he was not going to survive if he didn’t actually have you in the next few minutes. However, a small part of him was anxious, overwhelming him with the doubt that maybe, just maybe, you really only wanted the game, and not him. He should have heard your footsteps resonating in the empty hallway, but he was into his thoughts and only did acknowledge your presence when you came into his view, not letting him utter a word before you grabbed him by his jacket and kissed him. His brain stopped working, wide eyed and not moving until you let him go. 

“- Are you okay ?”

Jake shook his head at you, before reaching to grab your waist, pushing you against the nearest wall, lips only inches away from yours. 

“- No… You’ve been driving me crazy since the first day Y/N, I want you.

- Then take me.”

That was all he needed to lean in and kiss you again, harder, messier as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned against his lips, tugging him closer to you by his jacket and he took the hint, pushing his body impossibly close to yours. The way he was kissing you, as if he had an insatiable hunger for you, had you wet in seconds, and you could feel his boner pressing against your thigh, an obvious proof that you were just as desperate for this to happen. 

Neither one of you was thinking about the fact that you were in a hallway, and that anyone could walk in on you, heavily making out. It didn’t matter to Jake, too lost in the taste of your lips and tongue against his to care about anything else. He finally had you all for himself, finally had you where he wanted, finally had a taste of you. And he already knew that he was going to get addicted, that he wouldn’t want anyone after you because it was like you were made for him. Eventually, you needed to breathe and had to detach yourself from his lips, Jake chasing yours and letting a quiet whine escape him when you started to grind your hips against his. 

“- Fuck… Do you feel how bad I need you pretty ?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself with making sentences, not when he was holding your gaze and all you could see in his eyes was lust and desire. This look alone made you want to drop on your knees for him right now, and the way he started to pepper your neck with his kisses didn’t help either, taking a hold of his hair and moving faster against him. 

“- I need you too Jake… Need you to use me…

- Don’t say that if you don’t want to get fucked for everyone to see.”

His voice had dropped lower, his hot breath fanning against the skin of your neck where you knew for sure he had already left some hickeys. And he didn’t feel guilty at all. He wanted everyone to know you were his, even if you technically weren’t. Jake knew that if he didn’t leave now, he would never have the strength to do so. 

“- I have to go pretty…

- I know…”

You knew but you kissed him again anyway, hoping that the taste of his lips against yours would linger for as long as possible. When Jake finally had the courage to stop you, he was already ten minutes late for his next class and cock hard as a rock in his pants, but who cared if he got to have you all needy and desperate for him - as if he wasn’t just as needy and desperate for you. 

“- Come over at mine tonight, okay ? I’ll kick Jay out, and I’ll be all yours pretty.

- Okay, text me later ?

- I will.”

Jake pressed one last kiss on your forehead before he started to run for his class, praying that it would be enough for him to calm down and stop thinking about all the things he was going to do to you. 

Jake was probably more nervous right now than he had ever been in his entire life, and he had had many situations to be anxious about. However, the fact that you were going to come over in less than five minutes made his palms sweat and his heart beat faster. He didn’t really know why he was feeling so panicked, because you obviously showed him on numerous occasions how much you were yearning for him too, there was no way you would stand him. But if he did something wrong ? If it was not what you had expected and you decided that you didn’t want to see him again after that ? 

This last idea in particular was running in his head. Because he didn’t want to have you just for one night, he didn’t want to fuck you and then let you walk away as if he wasn’t crazy over you, as if you didn’t make him feel shy everytime you smiled at him. But the more he was thinking about it, the more his heart ached at the scenario. So he stuck to trying to distract himself on his phone until you arrived. 

He didn’t really do anything in particular, didn’t litter the whole place with rose petals and candles, but everything was cleaned perfectly and he even cooked so you had something to eat if you happened to be hungry. It was strange to be suddenly so anxious about meeting up with you. Because he was not nervous when he texted you all his fantasies about you, he was not nervous when he sent you pics and videos of his dick, he was not even nervous when he made out with you in this corridor later. But now, he could feel his hands shaking as he tried his best to open the door for you without looking like a complete idiot. But how was he supposed to stay calm and collected when you were standing at his door, wearing a little black dress that took his breath away. 

“- Are you going to let me in or not ?”

Jake finally snapped out of his haze hearing your teasing tone, and he had to mentally restrain himself from letting his eyes wander all around your silhouette. And immediately, he forgot all about being anxious, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you inside, closing the door and pushing you against it quickly. Your whole body felt on fire from his hands on your waist alone. 

“- I’ve waited so long for this, pretty, wanted you since the first day.”

Your own hands came to play with his hair, bringing his face closer to yours, grinning as he tried to focus on your eyes and lips at the same time. 

“- Yeah ? Wanna show me how much ? 

- I’m going to make you feel so good, make you scream my name for all the neighbors to hear.”

You licked your lips, your gaze locking with each other. Slowly, Jake’s face got closer to yours, one of his hands leaving your waist to rest on your cheek, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. He wanted all this to be perfect, wanted to take his time with you, wanted to hold you close to him and satisfy every one of your needs. But as soon as he got another taste of you, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more, all the teasing from these past months reaching its climax as he devoured you, his tongue passionately dancing with yours. 

You couldn’t hide anymore the effect he had on you, the slightest brush of his thigh against yours having you sighing in his mouth. But you needed more, needed to feel more of him, more of his skin against yours. That was why you let your hands drop from his neck to the hem of his shirt, sliding your fingers underneath the material, finally able to touch the beautiful abs you could only see in pictures and videos. 

Jake’s eyes landed on the hickeys he left earlier, smirking at the fact that your dress didn’t hide them at all. And he made it his mission to cover the other side of your neck as well, his kisses trailing from the corner of your mouth, along your jawline and finally landing on the sensitive skin that he immediately started licking and nipping at. He was used to hearing your little whimpers of pleasure, but it was even more addicting to hear them when he was the one provoking them, even better when he could feel your hands tugging on his hair, even better when he could grip your ass at the same time. 

“- Jake… I need you…

- Mh ? But you have me pretty…”

You could feel his grin against the skin of your neck as he kept sucking on it, his hand slipping underneath your dress to feel your bare skin. He could be as cocky as he wanted, in the end he was getting even more hard just by kneading at the plush flesh of your thighs. And you knew that, and you wouldn’t let his arrogance be. One of your hands came up to grab his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eyes while the other slid down to his crotch, squeezing his hard on enough for Jake to let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure. 

“- Don’t get so confident baby, you know how good I am at edging you and you don’t want that now, do you ?

- No…”

His voice was barely above a whisper, lips parted, breathing heavily and eyes wide open. You were sometimes getting more assertive in your texts, but to really experience it was different. He loved when you were begging him, but if you wanted him to play in your fantasy and dominate him, you could bet that he would be the best sub ever. 

“- Good boy. Take me to your room.”

That was all Jake needed to carry you through his apartment, managing to get to his bed while kissing you again, and again, and again. He laid you down on his sheets, unaware of how hot you thought he was for being able to do that so effortlessly. You wanted to get on top of him and worship him all night. But for now, you simply watched him discarding his shirt and sweatpants on the floor, biting your lips at the sight.

“- Come here.”

And he did it, caging you in with his arms before going back to kissing you while you let your hands roam around his body, touching up every inch of skin you could reach - his back, his arms, his abs, everything. You needed to have his skin against yours, to really feel him. His own fingers were sliding underneath your dress, caressing your thighs, your ass, your lower back. But all these clothes were getting annoying, he wanted to see you, have your whole body in display for his gaze only. He needed to see in person what you had shown him so many times in pictures and videos. 

“- Can I take these off ?”

You simply nodded, a sigh of relief coming out of your mouth when Jake helped you get rid of everything you were wearing, starting from your jacket that you didn’t even have the time to discard because he immediately jumped on you. Then, he threw away your little boots and your socks, and finally your dress, revealing the black, laced lingerie set you had on. Another smirk played on your lips when you saw shock as well as lust play in his eyes. 

“- You like it ?”

His hands were almost shaking as he put them back on your body, grazing the skin with his fingers slowly. If he liked it ? He could feel his cock twitching at the view alone. You were like a sinful goddess, and you were here for him only, sprawled out on his bed, waiting for him to make you feel good. 

“- Fuck, yes, you’re so hot pretty… Can I touch you ?”

You smiled at him, finding his carefulness even more attractive. As an answer, you took his hands in your own, guiding them to your breast, letting him massage it over your bra as he looked at you like you casted a spell on him. And truth be told, you might have done just that because he soon found himself unable to keep his hands for himself. In the span of a few seconds, Jake had pushed your boobs out of the coffin of your bra, his lips coming down to play with one of your nipples while his fingers were giving attention to the other. 

Your hands quickly came back down to grab his hair, whines leaving your mouth every time his own closed around your nipple. Your mind was already clouded with pleasure and desire, having waited for too long for exactly that to happen, and you didn’t have any patience left : you wanted his cock, and you wanted it now. In one swift movement - and because Jake didn’t expect you to do that - you managed to get him on his back where you were laying seconds before, straddling his lap. Immediately, he found your waist again, his big hands tugging you closer to his cock, where he needed you.

“- If you wanted to be on top, you could’ve just said that, princess.”

You wanted to kiss that stupid, proud grin out of his face, but instead you decided to strip him from his underwear, finally getting to see his cock for real. And it was even more pretty, even more bigger, even more perfect for you. 

“- I just need your cock, I don’t care how, I just need it.”

How eager you were to touch him too had Jake groaning and releasing a moan as soon as you started to stroke his cock. He loved the fact that you simply took what you wanted from him, and he was ready to let you use him in any way you wished if that made you happy. However, all the times he imagined how your hand would feel around his dick couldn’t compare to how it really was, to how good it really was. 

“- Do whatever you want to me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice to lower your head and be at the same level as his cock, sticking out your tongue immediately and coming to lick his flushed tip. The sight was unholy, tempting him to push the rest of his shaft in between your lips right now. Jake couldn’t even recall all the times he closed his eyes and thought about your mouth closing around his dick instead of his hands. And now you were really there, spitting on it and spreading your saliva before taking him in your mouth. 

He couldn’t help but throw his head back, his hands coming down to take a hold of your hair, following the movement of your head. The feeling of having you suck his dick couldn’t compare to anything he had fantasized about before. And if you weren’t so busy trying to fit his big cock in your throat, you would have teased him because he looked so fucked out already and you hadn’t done anything yet. Little by little, you managed to fit all of him down your throat, and the moan he let out at you hollowing your cheeks, making you even more wet if possible. 

“- Fuck ! Your mouth feels so warm, so good…”

Even when you started to bob your head up and down, he didn’t look down at your face, but you wanted his full attention, wanted to see him lose all his composure. Your hands were resting against his thighs, and you started to graze his skin with your nails, effectively getting him to open his eyes and focus on you again. Another moan left his lips just from seeing you like this.

“- Please, don’t stop…”

And you didn’t, feeling his grip on your hair tightening as you took him all the way down once more. If Jake wasn’t trying to not lose his mind over how well you were taking him, he would have loved to wipe the smug expression out of your face. But for now, all he could do was moan and whine and look at you through hooded eyes, loving how much of a mess you were, with a mix of saliva and pre-cum dribbling from the corner of your lips. He couldn’t resist anymore the urge to thrust his cock up in your mouth, closing his eyes again at the feeling of your tight throat around him.

“- Wanna cum in your mouth so bad pretty, can I ? Please, please, let me…”

You hummed in agreement, far too fucked out yourself to do anything else than taking what he was giving to you. At this point, he was simply using you for his own pleasure but you just let him because you loved it, loved how he claimed you by ruining your throat. 

“- Shit Y/N ! Gonna fill you up, yeah ?”

A moan escaped you, the vibration sending Jake over the edge, his hips halting their movement, buried deep inside of your warm mouth and spilling his load right there, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow it all. Jake felt on cloud nine, and he knew that he would not need anyone else for the rest of his life because you were definitely made for him, perfect for him. You got one second to breathe when Jake pulled on your hair, taking you away from his cock and bringing you up to his lips, kissing you deeply and tasting himself on your tongue, loving the nasty mix of both your saliva and his cum. When he finally let you go, you couldn’t help but zeroing again on his red, swollen lips that he was biting while looking intently at you.

“- You did so well for me, pretty, such a good girl.”

His forehead was pressed against yours, cupping your face, thumbs whipping away the tears who had rolled down your cheeks. You felt even more turned on by how thoughtful he was, by his praises, by his sweet gestures despite being so rough with you.

“- Need you Jake…

- Want me to return the favor ?

- Yes, please…”

You felt so desperate for any kind of touch, your body tingling with anticipation as Jake switched position and laid you down on the bed again. He’ll get you to sit on his face another time, when his mind will be clear enough, when he’ll have the patience and self control to make you cum at least two times. He quickly got rid of your bra, even if you looked heavenly in them. But the sight of your naked body was even more appealing. Soon, his hands were all over you again, roaming around your skin and making you shiver. His lips found purchase on your neck again, littering it with more of his kisses and marks. 

“- Don’t tease, please, I want you so bad…”

A single swear escaped Jake’s lips as he helped you out of your panties, bringing them to his nose and making a show out of sniffing them and groaning at the intoxicating scent, allowing you to picture how he looked when he had jerked off with your ruined underwear. Then, he threw them away somewhere in his room, not caring where it landed and grabbing you by your thighs to bring you close to his face, holding them wide open for him. The view of your bare and wet pussy had him getting hard all over again. 

“- Such a pretty cunt baby, bet you taste just as sweet.”

His praises had you shying away from his dark gaze, but you were not able to hold back your little whimpers. Jake chuckled lightly before diving straight into your wet folds, having had enough of teasing you when he was just as desperate to taste you as you were to feel him. The second he licked up your wetness, it was over for him. He could be as cocky as he wanted but not when he felt his cock throbbing only at the taste of your pussy, not when you were invading all his senses as he buried his face between your plush thighs, sucking harshly on your clit. 

Every moan that came out of your lips only spurred him on to continue, to go harder. When he felt you squirming around, he made sure to grip your thighs and keep them in place for him to have better access to your cunt. The way his skillful tongue was taking turns between playing with your clit, licking up your folds and going inside had you losing your mind already, both hands coming down to tug on his hair as if you wanted to keep him there forever. 

“- Fuck ! Jake…”

He opened his eyes again at hearing your cries of his name, diving in your lustful gaze. Your parted lips allowed you to whine out everytime his mouth was on you, your cheeks were dusted pink because of the unbearable heat of your body and your hair was a tangled mess, thanks to Jake’s hands earlier. But to him, you never looked better, an heavenly sight for only him to witness. 

“- Feels good pretty ?”

You nodded along, a quiet whimper echoing through the room at the loss of contact with his wet muscle. 

“- Yes ! Yes, so good…”

Jake knew that, but to hear you say it had a smirk playing on his lips, and you couldn’t even be mad about it because he was looking insanely hot doing it. You could feel the pad of his fingers creeping up the skin between your knees and hips, so slowly it made shivers come alive on your whole body. And when he was almost touching your wet folds, he started all over again with your other leg, this time going as far as debuting at your ankle, and coming up even more lazily. 

“- Please…

- Please what, pretty ?

- You know what I’m talking about !”

Your pouting face was too cute for Jake to not want to tease you more. He loved it when you made him go crazy, loved when you were getting him hard in the most inappropriate situations because you sent him a picture of your boobs. But it was also enjoyable to have you in the palm of his hand, dying for him to touch you. He rested his hands on the insides of your thighs, so close to where you needed him and yet so far away. 

“- Hum, I don’t think so baby, you need to use your words if you want something.”

The grin on his face got even wider when he witnessed the way your hole clenched around nothing at his demanding tone, at his deep, low voice. He suspected that you had a thing for it since you were always biting your lips when he facetimed you early in the morning or late at night with his hoarse voice. 

“- Come on, don’t get shy on me now, you told me a lot more worse before.”

You did. You definitely did with all the filthy texts you exchanged, and all the photos, videos and audios you sent, and your panties which were still sitting in one of his drawers like the ultimate proof of how naughty you were. 

“- Want your fingers…

- Here we go. That wasn't so difficult, princess, was it ?”

You shook your head no as Jake dived back into your cunt, his lips finding their spot back on your clit, while his hand finally reached your wet folds. His touch was as light as a feather, but still enough to tear a noise out of you, still enough to make you crave more. All it took was a slight tug on the strands of hair you were still gripping and suddenly, you could feel one of his fingers entering you slowly, so as to not hurt you. 

“- Good ?”

You nodded energetically, releasing a sigh of relief to have something filling your empty pussy, and you didn’t even need to tell Jake for him to understand that you wanted more, inserting another finger while still playing with your clit with his tongue. And when he started to pump his fingers in and out, you knew that you wouldn’t last long, especially not when he seemed to have figured out exactly how to make you lose your mind. You couldn't stop the noises from coming out of your mouth anymore, pushing Jake's head even closer to your core if that was even possible, grinding on his face as pleasure coursed through your veins and the knot in your stomach snapped. 

Your breath was knocked out of your lungs, and you almost didn't feel his gentle kisses on your inner thighs to help you come down off your high. What you did feel though was him pulling out his fingers and bringing them to your lips. He smiled sweetly at your obedience, watching you through his lashes as you opened your mouth and let him bury them inside, even moaning around his fingers just like you did around his dick.  

“- So good for me, fuck, you're so pretty…”

He wanted to lick off your lips the string of saliva connecting them to his fingers, wanted to make out with you and your pussy for the rest of his life. Silence came back in his room, only broken by your heavy breathings, looking into each other's eyes as if you could read your minds. 

“- You’re gonna fuck me or not ?”

Your teasing smirk and the challenging tone of your voice brought a grin on his face, which widened at the strangled moan you let out when he grabbed your hips and forced you to turn around, getting you on your knees, ass up and pushing your head down his pillow. He was doing with his hands everything he did with his words : ordering you around, telling you how to place the camera so he had the best view of your dripping cunt, not letting you cum before he did. Without letting you have any more time to think, Jake was pushing the tip of his cock between your folds, sliding right in with how wet you were. You couldn’t see him from your position, but you could hear his deep groan as you clenched around him. 

“- All you need is a little bit of dick to shut your big mouth uh ?”

You wanted to protest, to say no, to answer something that would have made him shut up, but all that came out of your lips was a cry of his name as he thrusted all the way in. If he wasn’t holding your hips up, you would’ve collapsed, overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure in your body at feeling so full suddenly. 

“- Yeah, that’s it, just a slut who needs to be fucked.”

As much as Jake wanted to sound composed, his voice was shaking, and the moan that left him just after was really far from composed. The feeling of your tight, warm, velvety walls had him wondering why he waited so long before fucking you because it had to be what heaven felt like. Slowly, he pulled his cock out, only to thrust back inside roughly, the sound of your whimpers mingling with his deep groans. 

“- Fuck ! You’re perfect for my cock, pretty little pussy.”

At this point, you could only whine in his pillow, mumbling on and on about how good he felt, about how you had wanted this for so long. And Jake wanted to be cocky about it, wanted to tease you for being so desperate for his cock, but he wasn’t doing any better, barely resisting the urge of painting your walls white on the spot. You had told him so many times over text and even during your calls how much you wanted him to fuck you raw, how much you needed him to fill you up to the brim, it was the only thing he could think about right now. 

“- You want me to fill you up with my cum ? Is that what you want ?”

You moaned in response, your brain too mushy to think about anything else than the way the tip of his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over. But that didn’t seem to satisfy him as he pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Another noise fell out of your lips at his rough actions and you could feel the smirk on his lips when they brushed against your ear while he was talking. 

“- Words pretty.

- Yes, fuck ! I want your cum Jake, want it all, please !”

- Such a good little slut, shit !”

You felt your eyes watering again with the increasing speed of Jake’s thrusts, the rush of pleasure through your body too good to resist anymore. Your orgasm washed over you before you could even register it, leaving you a moaning and incoherent mess in his hold. The feeling of your cunt getting even more tight was enough for Jake to cum too, spilling his load inside of you with a throaty groan. 

You were tired, but still, the tingling sensation in your core was there. You wanted more of his cock, more of his moans, more of his hands on you, more of him. A quiet whine fell from your lips when Jake started kissing your back up and down, his hands caressing your hips to soothe the skin he had marked. And you knew all of this was supposed to be sweet and caring, but all it did was turn you on even more, your cunt squeezing his cock that was still buried inside. You felt some of his cum spilling out and sliding down your thighs, followed closely by a swear from Jake.

“- You’re getting me hard again pretty…”

You turned your head to look at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy, lips swollen and red from his kisses, and hair a mess because of his hands. And Jake could swear it was the most divine you’ve ever looked - when he had just ruined you.

“- Let me ride you then. 

- Fuck, yes.”

You chuckled at his eagerness when he pulled out from your leaking cunt, trying not to drool at the sight as he plopped down on his bed, grabbing your thighs and bringing you on his lap. But you couldn’t really make fun of him when you had dreamt about this for just as long. You traced along the marks that already started to blossom on his skin, grinning proudly at your work and loving how sensitive Jake was, taking a deep breath as you took his cock in your hand, brushing the tip against your entrance. 

“- Y/N… Please…”

The way the word came so easily to him paired with his whine of your name convinced you to not make him wait any longer and to sink on his dick instead, both of you moaning at the feeling. It felt so much deeper this way, and you knew only from the photos that he was big, but you were only acknowledging just how much now. 

“- Feels so good Jake, love your big cock…”

He desperately wanted to answer something, wanted to tell you how delicious you were, but you took his breath away when you started rocking your hips back and forth. And suddenly, the only thing he was able to think about was you. His hands were on your waist, but he didn’t have enough consciousness left to even help you bounce up and down, simply staring at you, mesmerized. 

A flood of dirty words was coming out of your mouth, praising him and his dick, telling him how good he felt, how handsome he was. And Jake loved the attention, loved to feel your hands dangerously close to his neck, close enough for him to want your fingers wrapped around his throat, close enough for you to purposely restrict his breathing a little without really choking him. Only the squelching of your mixed juices and the ones of your cries of pleasure could be heard in the room, both of you too fucked out to care about anything else than your release. 

“- Can I cum inside again, pretty, please ? Please, let me…

- Yes, want it so bad !”

Jake closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm approaching, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts. He was only able to do it a few times before his cock twitched, cumming deep inside. He kept you down on his lap until he felt on the verge of passing out. The erotic moans and whimpers he let out triggered your own climax, and everything was even more intense because of the slight overstimulation. You grinned your hips against him a few more times before your arms and legs gave out and you collapsed on top of him, his arms immediately wrapping around your sweaty body. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, and you were almost ready to fall asleep when Jake moved you off of him and stood up. You whined and grabbed him by his wrist, trying to pull him back to the bed with you. 

“- I’m just going to take something to clean us up pretty, I’ll be quick, promise.”

Jake smiled fondly at your pouty lips before kissing them and running to the bathroom to find a towel. He rapidly cleaned your skin, delicately whipping it down and handed you one of his shirts to cover up when he saw you shiver. He discarded the towel on the floor, not having the energy to do anything else than going to sleep with you in his arms right now. He slipped under the covers after having put on some shorts. 

You directly snuggled up to him, hiding your face in his neck and breathing his scent in. And Jake couldn’t help the big smile stretching out his lips when he tightened his hold around your waist and distinctly heard you hum against his skin.

“- Y/N ?”

You lifted your head when he broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you, taking in his soft smile, his shiny eyes and his disheveled hairs. Maybe he had looked more put together before, but to you, he was the most beautiful like this. 

“- Will you be my girlfriend ?”

And you couldn’t help but reciprocate his smile and shake your head. Sometimes, he was very silly. Sometimes, he could be considered childish. But he was able to bring back sunshine when your days were filled with gray clouds, and he could make you laugh anytime you felt down. Your hands came up to cup his face, delicately brushing your thumbs against his cheekbones. 

“- You know, you’re very charming Jake Sim, it’s hard to resist you.”

This time, it was him who hid in your neck, holding you even tighter if it was possible. And you giggled heartedly, a sound that Jake would never get sick of hearing. And maybe he had lost your game, but he had won something even more precious. 

BONUS : 

You picked up your phone when getting out of the store, holding a little plastic bag with everything you needed to cook a delicious breakfast for you and Jake. Speaking of whom, you had a bunch of messages from him, asking where you were, and if you had ran away. Texts saying how sorry he was if he was too pushy last night, that he would let you as much time as you wanted if it was what you needed. And endless apologies, over and over. You only answered with a quick message letting him know that you would be back quickly.

Meanwhile, Jake was really panicking. When he woke up and felt the space beside him empty and that your clothes weren’t littering the floor of his bedroom anymore, all remnants of sleepiness left his body, immediately looking around the apartment to see if you were anywhere. It was stupid, he knew it, if you had left, it was certainly for a good reason, but he couldn’t help asking himself if maybe you had come to the conclusion that you didn’t want to be with him. He sat down on one of the kitchen stools, biting his nails while waiting for you to say something else but you didn’t, and stress took over him again. 

When you pushed the door open, you were only met with Jake's worried look waiting for you in the kitchen. He was only wearing the same pair of gray sweatpants as last night and you couldn’t stop your mind from going back to how good it all felt, but the object of your fantasies stopped your thoughts from going too far.

“- Where were you !? 

- I was at the store down the street, to buy us breakfast.”

You lifted your bag and dropped it on the kitchen counter before making your way over to Jake until you could run your fingers through his hair. The hands of the boy came up to rest on your waist, only noticing now that you were wearing his clothes, his heart beating faster at the view. 

“- Didn’t you see my note ?”

You looked around and saw that it was still where you had left it, immediately showing it to Jake who was getting more and more embarrassed for getting so worked up over something so stupid. 

“- I’m sorry, I just thought that maybe you didn’t mean what you said last night and that you realized that this morning and decided to leave…”

Jake hesitantly looked up at your face to find you smiling fondly at him. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, and another one, and another one, until you had peppered his whole face with kisses and made him giggle shyly.

“- You’re an idiot if you think you’re going to get away from me so easily, I’m not letting you go. 

- Good, because I don’t want you to.”

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LOVE IS COMPLICATED - PART I

—invisible string

summary: the trials and tribulations of falling in love or two idiots who are obliviously in love.

pairing: pedro pascal x actress/singer!reader.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: angst..? cussing, age gap, smut, mentions of drugs and alcohol. no use of y/n, if i missed something please let me know!

a/n: enjoy and please let me know if you'd like a part two! i'm already writing it lol but i'd like to know anyways <3

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You’d always been good friends, taking to each other without much of a second thought after Oscar had introduced you two just in passing a few years ago—eight years ago, to be exact—at some party at his house.

New York, New York

September 4th, 2015

You were outside in the backyard, dressed far more casually than the occasion called for. It was a chilly night, and the music was blasting from inside the house.

You were tired from all the traveling, touring, and filming. You loved your job and were extremely grateful that things were working in your favor, but boy, did it leave you drained. You hadn't spent time with Oscar, or really any of your friends, in quite some time, so you thought a night out wouldn't hurt after working too much.

So there you were, enjoying the chill night air, when a familiar voice reached your ears.

“There you are!" Oscar said cheerfully, "I've been looking for you for like 20 minutes; I thought you left!" he continued, in a very dramatic manner, you must add.

You couldn't help but smile at his theatrics as you welcomed him with a hug. "Oh, I could never leave a party of yours without saying goodbye. You know I'm better than that." you speak softly, suddenly noticing another person behind him.

"I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Pedro,” he says this as he turns to face Pedro. "He's a fan," Oscar says in a singsong manner.

Pedro is standing there with his cheeks flushed and a smile forming on his lips. Although part of you wanted to be cocky about it and torture him a little, you bit your tongue, not wanting to make this worse for him.

Of course you knew who Pedro was. And not because he was in two of the most famous TV shows at the moment; it was because Oscar and Sarah wouldn't shut up about him. In every conversation you had over the phone with either of them, Pedro's name always found a way to come up. It seemed that no matter how hard they tried, they could not hide their enthusiasm for him.

So to say you were interested in meeting him was an understatement. You wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

Before you could properly introduce yourself, Oscar's name was called from inside the house. "Alright, I'll leave you two to it." he says, "Please be nice to each other!" he yells as he walks back inside. You shake your head in amusement.

"You are more beautiful in person," Pedro says in his very captivating, deep voice, catching you by surprise.

Now you are the one with the flushed cheeks.

“I thought you were shorter," you say back, daringly. Although it was an honest comment, it was also a way to deflect attention from the fact that he just called you beautiful.

Pedro laughs loudly, as if you had just told him the funniest joke ever.

"I am not trying to be mean or rude; I really thought you were like 5'3." you continued, putting your hands inside the pockets of your jacket.

"So you know who I am?" he asks, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Yeah, I like to enjoy good television in my free time." you tell him, focusing on his face.

He was more beautiful in person, too. To your relief, he was dressed similarly to you. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, tucked into dark jeans that fit him in all the right places. His hair was a bit tousled, and his mustache looked like it had been recently groomed. He must be filming Narcos, you thought. You also noticed his kind brown eyes. He had a warmth and friendliness about him that was immediately apparent.

"Also, our friends don't seem to know how to shut up about you. You are quite the talk of the town lately."

Your words made him smile. He doesn’t say anything but narrows his eyes, and you can practically hear his thoughts clamoring around in his head. "Alright, back to me being short, " you rolled your eyes as he continued with his speech, "Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually 5'11." He takes a seat on one of the small couches that have been set up in the backyard, prompting you to follow suit and take a seat as well.

"Like I said, I didn't mean it in a bad wa—" he cuts you off before you finish your sentence. "Ah, don't worry about it. Plus, if you still think that's short, I'll make up for my height with my other great qualities."

You let out a small laugh, relieved that he didn't take offense to your remark. Again. You look at him and reply, "Oh, I can't wait to see these other great qualities."

The transition from acquaintances to close enough to hang out alone without friends was just as easy, and you quickly became an unlikely pair of sorts.

You did everything you could together. From having movie marathons whenever you both happened to be in the same city to visiting different coffee shops and ordering the same thing every time—you anything that involved caramel and him four shots of black coffee over ice—it felt as if you had known each other your whole lives.

You were inseparable, and it felt effortless, like a piece of a puzzle that had been missing for so long finally fitting just right.

Given that you were in a serious, long-term relationship when you met, the tabloids didn't dig too much. All of the articles referred to you as friends, which saved you from having awkward conversations or even thinking too deeply about the whole thing.

There was also the age thing. Pedro was older than you, so everyone just assumed you'd never go there. Your boyfriend at the time never questioned your friendship with Pedro, either.

However, you now wish he had. It would've implied he was concerned, which you now know he wasn't. He was busy with other things. You don't exactly remember when things started to fall apart between the two of you. But you do remember how it felt when you found out he was cheating. It felt like a gut punch. The fact that the whole world also knew it didn't make it any better, either. You felt completely betrayed and exposed, not just by your boyfriend but by the whole world that seemed to be privy to your pain.

As any rational person would, you succumbed to work. If you were working, you wouldn't really have time to deal with all the viscerally painful emotions that have flooded your body ever since everything went to shit. You kept filming, and you kept making music. Endless hours spent at the piano provided you with incomparable peace and tranquility. Who knew a life-altering breakup was what you needed to write the best music of your career? At least something good had to come out of this disaster.

Of course your friends and family helped you navigate this process as well. However, one person stands out above the rest: Pedro.

It's like he made it his life mission to put you back together. He'd call just to check up on you, tell you random stuff about his day just to keep your mind off things, ask what book you were currently invested in, or simply say he missed you because months had passed and you couldn't see each other because of work.

"What time is it over there?" he asks, his voice was hoarse, as if he had just woken up.

"1:30 AM," you reply, glancing at your phone, "we're still shooting some stuff."

He groans into the phone, "I fucking hate it when filming drags on for too long."

"Yeah, tell me about it." you say this as you were stretching your back. You had been filming since the afternoon; it was currently past midnight, and production was still going. To say you were exhausted was an understatement. "Alright, I'll text you later. My break's sadly over."

"Yeah, sure. Good luck, princesa."

In other circumstances, you two happened to be in the same place at the same time. The parties were the best part of awards season. The entire purpose of the parties was to campaign for whatever projects were gaining traction, but for you, it meant spending time with friends you hadn't seen in a long time and having fun.

That explains why, four cosmos down, you were dancing and laughing in the middle of the dance floor with some of your friends. Or maybe it was five cosmos down. Truth be told, you stopped counting after the second one. You weren't the type to get wasted, but your goal for the night was to have fun, and alcohol definitely helped with that.

You start to get a little tired from all the dancing, so you head to the nearest couch. Sitting next to Sarah, she opens her arms to embrace you. "My little dirty dancer!" she says loudly, making everyone around you laugh. "Oh shut up, can't a girl have some harmless fun?" you say, a smirk on your face. You glance around the room at the grinning faces and shrug.

"It's karaoke time!" Jen, your friend and hostess for the evening, announced cheerfully, "Who wants to go first?"

"Oh, fuck me," Pedro groans, dragging his hand down his face. "I hate karaoke. I hate it. I don't want to sing karaoke, and I don’t want to listen to people sing karaoke."

He's sitting across from you with a beer in his hand and looking a little more drunk than you were. You chuckle as you watch him slump against the back of the chair during his karaoke rant.

This was no secret; after the first few weeks, when you began to hang out more frequently, he made sure to let you know this very important piece of information. That's why you took pleasure in doing it solely to irritate him.

"I will go first." You say this while looking him in the eyes. He rolls his eyes and sighs, knowing that you understand exactly why he's been so adamant about it.

"Why do you like to torture me, kid?"

"I can't help it; you're fun to mess with, Pedrito."

Even though he hated karaoke, you knew you were the only person he enjoyed listening to. You could tell by the way his eyes lit up whenever you hit the right note, the way he'd shake his head and chuckle when you made a mistake, and the smile that crept onto his face when you'd finished the song. Despite this, he would never admit to enjoying it.

You were busy listening to some of your friends talk about how you didn't completely butcher your rendition of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" when hands landed on your waist from behind and you felt a hot breath on your neck. "That was terrible, mi amor."

Spinning around to face him as he straightens up, you spot his beautiful brown eyes. "When will you admit how much you enjoy my karaoke performances?" you try to pretend you're mad, but you can't help the corners of your mouth turning up in a smirk.

Pedro chuckles, his body vibrating against yours. He leans down, his lips barely brushing yours, his breath ghosting across your skin. "Never," he says, almost in a whisper.

Your body is buzzing from the proximity. No, it's the alcohol. Without a doubt, the alcohol. You're unbothered by the proximity. The same way you're unbothered by the way he's smiling down at you.

"You're insufferable," you say, keeping the conversation moving so you don't have time to spiral.

He brings his beer to his lips, smirking as he sips. "If by insufferable you mean utterly charming, then you are right."

Just like he made it his mission to put you back together after your life fell apart, sometimes it was your turn to put him back together, too. No matter how hard he tried to bottle up his feelings, you were always the one who could get through to him, able to make him smile or make him think with just a few simple words.

Pedro was no longer a mystery to you. He's a contradiction in motion. He withdraws into the distance that comes with fame, but he also wants to connect. Despite having a tendency to be open, he tends to hold a lot of himself back. He cares so much and yet he's also uncomfortable caring so much.

You were both in London for different reasons but were staying in the same hotel. One night, you decide to stop by his room before leaving for an event. You knock three times before he opens the door.

"Have you been crying?" you ask him, immediately concerned.

He is initially hesitant to respond, but eventually caves. "Well, yeah."

"What happened?"

"It's kind of pathetic, really."

"Then let's be pathetic together. Tell me." you respond as you push your way into the room.

"Prince died," he says, his voice hoarse from the crying.

"Pedro..." you say quietly, not really knowing what to say.

"I know, I know. It's stupid."

"Of course not." you quickly reply, "There's no shame in crying, I know how much you love him." you take a deep breath and approach him, offering him your hand. "C'mere, let's sit down."

You started lowering yourself to the floor, and he followed. "You don't have to do this...you look like you've probably got somewhere else to be."

"I've got nowhere else to be."

The two of you just sat there, not saying a word. You held him while he cried, his head on your shoulder as you ran your hand through his hair. If you could go and bring Prince back from the dead just so he wouldn't hurt like this, you would do it in a heartbeat. But you knew that was impossible, so all you could do was sit there and comfort him.

"You two should date."

"Are you out of your fucking mind, Sarah?"

"What!" she laughs. "You're basically dating already."

Since you hadn't seen each other in a while, Sarah had extended an invitation for you to have breakfast at her house. She had questioned you about your love life after discussing a number of other topics, and when you replied that you were still single, she made that absolutely ridiculous remark.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means," she says, almost giggling, "that you two are doing the things that couples do, like going on dates and spending time together."

"We don't go on dates," you quickly reply, "and I don't like him like that."

She rolls her eyes, unconvinced, and asks, "Why?"

"Because..." you trail off, "Because he's Pedro... and I am me."  Even though you were aware that what you were saying made no sense, you refrained from going into detail.

"You really don't see it, do you?"

"There's nothing to see, Sarah."

It was difficult to pinpoint the exact moment you first realized that occasionally, completely unprompted, your thoughts would turn to Pedro.

This was similar to how you two became friends without ever consciously choosing to do so. The mere thought of his loud, booming laugh and the way he beams at you when you crack a joke would make the corner of your mouth twitch into a small smile. Eventually, you understood that those thoughts of Pedro and the slight thrill they gave you were very different from friendship.

Yet you decided not to go there. You both enjoyed your friendship, and he never said or did anything to make you believe he felt otherwise. Or that was just a bunch of bullshit you came up with to not deal with it anyway.

You were friends, close friends, and you didn't want to jeopardize the best friendship you'd ever had by listening to that little voice in your head that occasionally whispered, "What if...?"

It wasn't until one night that everything changed. You're still unsure if it was for better or worse.

You were changing into far more comfortable clothes than you'd been wearing all day. It was finally Friday, something you were very grateful for since work had been nothing but tedious lately. You had the weekend off; it seemed like an eternity since you had been free for a couple of days.

As you slipped on your favorite and very worn-out t-shirt, your phone rang. "Ugh, what now?" you whined. You were suddenly regretting your words as you picked up the phone; his throaty voice filled your ears, and you felt instantly better. It was almost embarrassing.

"I heard you had a shitty week," he says, "I am coming over."

"How'd you know that?"

"The more important question here is why have you been in New York for days and didn't tell me? I'm actually hurt, love."  

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just been a little rough."

The guilt immediately washes over you. You knew that you should have called or even sent him a quick text, but your mind was only focused on getting through the week. It was like you were on autopilot.

"I will be there in 20 minutes." he replies, hanging up.

Without anything better to do, you decide to wash some dishes that have been sitting in the sink since last night while you wait for Pedro to arrive. You quickly finish that and then decide to pass the remaining time by reading a book you started a couple of weeks ago. You flip through the book's pages, trying to recall where you left off because the earmarked corner you'd marked seemed to have disappeared.

Before you can find the page, your cellphone screen lights up again, catching your attention out of the corner of your eye, and though it feels silly and childish, you can feel the way your heart leaps and your chest tightens just a fraction when you read the notification and see Pedro's name. "I'm here."

You rush to the door, flinging it open with a gust of energy, and you find him standing there, one hand in the pocket of his jacket and the other holding a bag, a crooked smile on his lips. "I brought wine and takeout from that place you love down on 54th." It had been months since you'd last seen him, and it was like no time had passed at all. He steps inside, closing the door behind him, and you take the bag, allowing your eyes to meet his with a smile. Fuck.

As you set everything on the kitchen counter, you both decide to eat right away. The warm, inviting scent of the food spread throughout the kitchen, and it was as if all your worries and tiredness had disappeared. The conversation flowed perfectly as you both devoured the delicious food, and you were grateful for the moment of peace.

After finishing your meal, he helps you collect everything and clean up the kitchen.

"You’ll get wrinkles if you keep working that hard, mama," he tells you as he throws something in the trash can, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Don't call me that," you giggle, a little tipsy from the wine. "It makes me feel—" you stop yourself before you finish the sentence. Fuck.

"It makes you feel what?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

Well, it makes you feel embarrassed, as if you have let your guard down and revealed too much of your innermost thoughts. And it gives you butterflies. But you don't tell him that. "Nothing," you say, "it's just funny."

You knew you didn't have it in you to keep your thoughts, body, and face under control, especially when he was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded, looking like he just stepped out of a movie. You were feeling exposed and vulnerable, as if your thoughts were written all over your face, so you did what you do best: you changed the subject.

"Remember that one time we got high on edibles to go see The Incredibles 2?" you blurt, hoping he would forget what just came out of your mouth. He looked at you for a moment, as if he were considering your question, before bursting out in laughter.

"How could I forget?" he says. "It's one of our finest moments."

"Would you like to repeat the occasion?"

"Don't threaten me with a good time, baby."

You go to one of the kitchen drawers and pull out the box of cookies. "I can't believe you're offering me drugs." Pedro says in a dramatic tone.

"Oh shut up, do I need to remind you whose idea it was last time?" you roll your eyes, grabbing two cookies and throwing one at him.

"Should we honor last time and watch a movie?" he says as he takes a bite of the cookie.

To be entirely honest, you should have known that things were about to go off the rails the very moment the man at the other end of the couch, in that impossibly confident and seductive voice, asked you to come closer. "You're miles away from me, princesa."

If you had been wise, you would have politely declined. If you had any sense of self-preservation when it came to Pedro, you would have declined his offer and avoided thinking about him fucking you into this very couch. But you weren't wise, which is why your legs are thrown over his lap and his fingers are drawing circles in your thighs. Pedro’s gaze feels like a caress, and his voice is thick, "You look like you're thinking too hard."

"What?" you ask, dumbfounded.

"I said you looked like you were thinking too hard." he replies, "What's running through that pretty head of yours?"

Your teeth are tugging at your bottom lip in a way that Pedro seems to find distracting because he nearly slips up and breaks the carefully maintained eye contact, his gaze darting down just a fraction of an inch. You don't know where the courage came from, but you lean in on your elbows, lifting yourself from the laying position you were in, closing the gap even further until it's impossibly small.

You can tell you know what you've been doing when you pause with only a breath of space between your mouth and his, worrying at your lip with the intention of getting him to break first, like you’re challenging him to decide where this goes next. "What do you think I'm thinking about?" you finally reply, your gaze not wavering for a second. Pedro's hesitation is just a second before his mouth parts, leaning in just enough to touch your forehead and close his eyes.

"I think you're thinking about all the wrong things we could be doing right now instead of watching this boring movie."

"I think you're correct."

His lips curl into a smile, pulling away only slightly to look you in the eye, his voice barely above a whisper, "Can I kiss you?"  

And that's when it happens. You lean in, your lips slamming into his so quickly that your thumb gets caught in the middle. He nips at it, biting down a little harder than he wanted to, but you don't mind and simply move it out of the way, sliding it away from his mouth and resting it across his cheekbone. You straddle his lap, and as his hands find their way to your waist and his lips move ever so hungrily against yours, you feel a fire inside.

Everything is happening so fast, and the room is spinning around you. You're not sure if you're feeling this way because of the drugs or because of Pedro. You can feel the pressure of his hands against your skin and a warmth radiating through you; all you know is that you don't want it to end. As you begin to grind against his hard on, he moves his hands to your ass and grips it tightly.

"You like that, hm?" he rasps, between kisses. You moan in agreement, and one of his free hands travels up your body to the nape of your neck and squeezes it tightly. You gasp at the sensation and move your body to match his movements, pushing yourself closer against him.

It's rough and messy. You're both desperate, as if you've been waiting your entire lives to do this. Pedro's hands covered your entire body, and his mouth kissed your neck and mouth roughly, as if trying to make up for the years of anticipation.

"Fuck, P," you moan; he wasn't giving you even a second to breathe.

"Tell me what you need, princesa."

"I need you to touch me."

"Your wish is my command."

Pedro moved quickly, his fingers caressing and teasing your body as he worshipped you with each touch until he finally reached your shorts.

He slides his hand down your panties and groans. "I haven't even touched you properly, and you're already wet, baby." His fingers pressed down softly as he moved around your clit, rubbing and massaging it until you felt yourself close to the edge. He manages to get his free hand under your shirt, and he massages your breasts, pinching your nipples softly as you moan in pleasure.

"Are you gonna come for me, princesa, hm?"

"Y-yeah..." you gasp, not even ashamed of how quickly your orgasm was approaching, "I can't... hold it..."

He took that as a sign to go faster and harder, and as he continued to draw circles on your clit, a wave of pleasure swept through your body, culminating in a moan that signaled your impending climax.

"Fuck!" you screamed as you came suddenly, body trembling and hips bucking once more. Pedro let out a groan at the sight and sounds you were making. You're both gasping for air, one of his hands on one side of your face, your foreheads touching.

And that's when it happens. Instant regret.

Oh my god.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

What have you done?

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Blood running amongst us

No one had ever spoken of the waves of tingling lust running through your body caused by your lifeblood rushing from your body to the vampire’s as he felt your pulse under his lips. A sensation almost as intimate as if he was buried deep inside of your body.

Either way he had a tendency to get lost in you.

That’s what you would be going for tonight - either way.

MASTERLIST | AO3 | PART 2

Author's Note: I wanted to write some smut again when I got that request asking for Astarion receiving some sweet sweet head. And he will. But you know I wouldn't be me if it didn't completely spiral out of hand. So this willl be a hopefully nutritious three-course meal (plus dessert maybe?) - this being merely the appetizer. Gif by @cheekylittlepupp (pls follow them!)

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, foreplay, blood kink, light predator/prey dynamic, dryhumping

Wordcount: 2,1k

The day had been strenuous for all of you. Your adventures had been tiring before you had entered the cursed Shadowlands but now it had taken on a wholly new quality of exhausting.

All of it weighed especially heavy on Astarion it seemed, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Not only was the fact that he was once more surrounded by darkness the cause of a perpetuous knot in his stomach but there was nearly nothing here to keep him fed. It was more than just an uneasy feeling that had become his continuous companion roaming these godsforsaken lands.

His usually glinting crimson eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle and the dark circles around them seemed deeper than you had ever seen them before. His behaviour had become a lot more skittish again too: eyes flitting around as if he feared his old master could await around every corner now.

It made your chest clench in agony to see him like that. Especially since he had opened up a little about his past and what pain it had meant to become and be a vampire.

Now he'd barely begun to enjoy a bit of sunlight and freedom again, only to be thrown back into the shadows. Like a flower that had just sprung up only to be wilting away so quickly again.

You wouldn't let that happen. You swore it silently to yourself as you kept watching the man that had managed to make your heart stir, despite everything.

Not that you had planned to fall for the pale elf that had grazed your neck with a blade the first time you'd met. It hadn't exactly been love at first sight. And now you didn’t quite know how you would ever tell him. But all gods above and below be damned, you would rip your own heart out and hand it to him on a silver platter if only it meant, Astarion would be safe and happy.

But thankfully this wasn’t yet needed - a bit of blood this far had sufficed to nurture him. And you had an idea how to make him at least temporarily forget some of the worries he so obviously was carrying around with himself.

Immediately when your party set up camp for the night you sauntered over to your vampire, dragging him into his tent telling him that he should feed on you. You would make sure to take some of the worry off him - make him feel happy.

“My, aren’t you a little too desperate to get my fangs sunk into your neck, darling?” Astarion teased, one eyebrow lifted. His tone sounded a little flat compared to his usual flamboyant manner. But he still obviously wouldn’t reject your generous offer. You laid down on his bedroll like you were used to from all the times before to let the vampire climb on top of you so he could easily access your graciously offered neck.

It had become a well practised ritual between the two of you. All steps meticulously planned out and followed through. You were laying on your back, trying to stay relaxed. But an exhilarating mix of anticipation and some kind of primal fear took hold of you like usual. Your hands became a little clammy and your fingers began to tap a nervous tune as you watched Astarion kneel down beside you. After all, you were about to hand yourself over to a mortal predator.

For now though, it was merely the anticipation nearly killing you - or was there something else to it?

If you were honest with yourself, it was more than instinctual fear that made the pace of your heart pick up. The whole process was - as you had quickly found out - incredibly intimate and titillating; despite - or rather because of - the pain.

You knew that as much, if not more, was true for the vampire as well. In fact, it was often quite evident - and not only because he enjoyed taking his time when he saw you already quivering beneath you.

Not uncommonly after Astarion had taken enough of your blood to keep up his strength did the tension in the air become overwhelming and lead to both your bodies entangling further and a night was quickly wasted away wrapped up fully in each other.

For now though he had you pinned to the ground beneath him with the way his knee slid between your legs, one hand next to your head and the other gently wandering over the delicate skin of your throat. Cool, smooth fingers wrapped around the back of your neck to steady you for him - one by one.

His grip was firm. You knew his fingers would soon dig into your soft flesh even harder - as soon as his instincts at least partially took the better of him. It was those moments that had your heart gallop near to collapse: knowing what he was while you were fully assured that Astarion was very well capable of keeping the reins on himself firmly.

The vampire hovered over you as you watched him close in on you, your heart beat tumbling. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

His angelic face above you could have been enough to forget everything else-

But you mustn’t lose track of your objective - he was the sole focus tonight. As hard as it was with Astarion’s crimson eyes already devouring you as he bared his fangs right above where your racing heart beat showed him where his lifeline laid.

You wrapped your arms gently around him when he leaned into you. Some of his bodyweight settled down comfortably on you, rendering you fully immovable. You didn’t mind in the slightest as he pressed you down to the ground.

And as soon as Astarion’s thigh pressed between your legs, brushing against your core as he pinned you down more, coherent thoughts evaporated.

People had always only taught you to run from the big bad monster. No one had ever told you what might happen if you ever got caught. No one had ever mentioned the thrilling sensation of being in the monster’s grasp, feeling its grip tighten around you. No one had ever spoken of the intense pleasure between the two heartbeats of fangs grazing your skin and them sinking in, the breath that was held and the muscles that tensed.

No one had ever spoken of the waves of tingling lust running through your body caused by your lifeblood rushing from your body to the vampire’s as he felt your pulse under his lips. A sensation almost as intimate as if he was buried deep inside of your body.

Either way he had a tendency to get lost in you.

That’s what you would be going for tonight - either way.

Right now you felt the familiar shot of pain echo through you that quickly turned into this icy, numbing sensation that felt weirdly pleasant. A soft mewl left your lips as Astarion began drinking your blood. He could always feel how your heartbeat quickened even more as he indulged in your exquisite and generous offering of blood. The taste was promisingly and uniquely you, nothing would ever compare to this.

For a few long moments the tent was filled with nothing but soft moans and whimpers. Something you hoped would linger when Astarion would’ve had his share of blood from you to keep up his strength.

So - time to set up a trap on your own.You let your hands softly wander over his back, pressing down gently so he would lower himself fully onto you. And when he quickly let himself be roped in by you and your tender offer, you made your hips roll into him, eliciting a groan from Astarion as he was still buried in your neck.

You were delighted by the friction it caused. Every tiny bit of traction made the coil in your lower body wind tighter - until this alone could have become your undoing.

And to your satisfaction you clearly felt the vampire’s desire already manifest too. Only hesitantly had Astarion admitted to you how arousing the whole act felt for him. How he hadn’t be prepared for the primitive lust it caused him to have you like this, to taste you. And how it had taken every last ounce of his self-control that first night he’d drunk your blood to not take you right then and there until you would have been nothing but an overstimulated, drained whimpering mess.

Now he embraced this sensation and latched onto it deliberately.

His hardening length was pressing against your stomach now with the way you worked on eliminating even the last bit of space in between you. Instinctively and subconsciously he began slowly grinding into you. You coaxed him on with breathless, almost obscene gasps and moans spilling from you and rolling your hips against him again and again. Effectively grinding on his thigh between your legs.

The two of you stayed like this in this unbelievably intimate embrace, lewdly writhing against each other as you offered Astarion the life force he needed.

He could have kept living off meagre critters. But getting to indulge in your exquisite, incomparable taste heightened the pleasure and sensation tenfold for the vampire - the difference between merely surviving and enjoying life and all the sinful pleasures it had to offer to the fullest.

A whole eternity passed as you felt Astarion’s fingertips dig harder and harder into your neck - just as you had wished for. Only part of the beast within the vampire was unleashed - the part that enjoyed playing and teasing and made it enjoyable for both of you. The delicious pain added onto the hazy, floaty numbness spreading through your body and made your eyes roll back. The moan that drifted off your lips was immediately answered by Astarion with another groan of his own. The faint metallic scent of your blood filled the air.

You felt his rock hard cock drag along you. You were already desperately longing for it.

But this was first and foremost about your vampire tonight.

He bucked his hips into you harder now, almost losing control. But Astarion always remained having the upper hand in the end.

When he finally withdrew from you, you saw how the pupils in his eyes were diluted. Giving him more animalistic than humanoid air. The creature within him was barely in check.

He licked a last trickle of blood off his lips as he sat up again, sitting back on his legs. And with the gesture you saw him regain some of his composure, the man getting a hold on his more primal side again.

Your heart hammered against your rib cage as you observed Astarion. You got up onto your elbows at first and then sat up while the vampire took deep breaths, trying to find the anchor within him again. A massive bulge was clearly outlining against his pants.

Astarion’s crimson eyes wandered slowly up your body. Surely your arousal must be visible too, you already felt your nipples press against your shirt and how sweat made it stick to your torso.

“You’re playing dangerous games, my sweet love,” Astarion murmured, sounding breathless despite his lack of needing respiration. One of his hands was clawing into his knee, the grip slowly loosening the more breaths he took. With his other he tried to capture an escaped drop of your blood before it would be lost. He surely couldn’t be accused of letting anything go to waste.

As you gazed upon him, you saw that some of the vigour he’d recently been missing had returned to him. Which was most prominently evident by his cock achingly straining against his pants.

Your eyes dropped to it and your tongue darted out to wet your lips subconsciously.

“Maybe I enjoy that,” you replied firmly, catching his gaze and holding it while you crawled over to him. He smirked softly at you as you prowled closer.

“Proceed at your own caution then, darling,” he replied, purring the last word. You hummed contentedly, smiled and pressed an almost chaste kiss to his soft lips. It felt almost innocent after what you had just engaged in. He kissed you back just as lightly.

And when you had lured him with your gentle caress, you pushed him back by his shoulders, making him fall backwards.

The vampire gasped curtly but was already smirking lasciviously at you as you roamed closer with a grin that bared your teeth - as if the roles were reversed now.

He’d fallen right into your trap.

You had brought him to an edge once already this night.

You would take him to another - and then beyond.

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Part 2

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[mypoisonedvine]

the stalker neil gifs oh mmmmy god. he just can't HELP but give desperate dark best friend/nearby acquaintance even who is obsessed with you

oh we love a little stalker moment c:

warnings: panty stealing and sniffing, male masturbation, public(ish) sex, b&e, brief breeding kink, cnc kink (so basically it's dark!neil)

He didn't even have the patience to get home; he had to find a quiet, shadowy part of the park on his walk back, and just take a peek at the panties in his pocket.

A heavy sigh deflated his chest when he got a peek, his head falling back and his eyes shutting tight. They were just so cute, and he'd thought about them basically 24/7 since he saw them the first time.

He was lucky enough to say that the first time he saw this particular pair, it was on you. He still liked to tell himself that you'd wanted him to see them, or you wouldn't have bent over while wearing such a short skirt. Sure, he'd sort of... bent down, a lot, to see them, but... it was worth it. Just the edge of that lavender lace, tight against your skin-- he'd almost lost it right there in the middle of his own store. He made a promise to himself to get his hands on those-- it was the next best thing to getting his hands on you, which at the moment felt totally unattainable.

He was still high on the shame, on the anxiety of risking being caught-- using the key under your mat to get into your place and take these from the hamper. His heart hadn't stopped racing since then, but he thought it might just give out when he looked down at the fabric in his hands.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself, before biting his lip, searching through the lace until he found the little thin part that would've covered your pussy; he groaned out loud when he saw the little stain, partially translucent and partially white... he gently ran his thumb over it, before giving in to his worst desires and bringing the garment to his face for a long, deep inhale.

His knees went weak-- and, obviously, his cock was rock hard in an instant. You smelled so goddamn perfect, he never wanted to breathe anything else again.

"Christ," he mumbled to himself as he tried to open his belt and jeans with one hand-- but it didn't really work, so he had to regretfully take the panties away from his face to get his cock out. He glanced around the park quickly, making sure that he was alone... thankfully, no one was going to be out at this time of night. "Christ, fuck, I need to jerk off-- fuck, see what you do to me?"

He sighed with relief when he wrapped around his cock, relieving some of the pressure that he felt like had been building since he started walking to your place. Slowly, he stroked himself with one hand and held the dirty panties to his face with the other.

"Baby, you smell so good," he panted under his breath, stroking himself a little faster. "God, you must taste fucking perfect-- you must have the most gorgeous fuckin' pussy--"

He was gasping for air, struggling not to moan just from how sensitive he'd become. He realized that he wouldn't last long at all, not when he could so easily imagine you getting wet and staining these cute panties because you'd caught him looking at you.

"Knew you fucking wanted it," he chuckled to himself. "Little tease. Fuck."

As his breaking point approached rapidly-- and thank god for that, the less time spent jerking off in public, the better-- he had the most awfully wonderful idea. Helpless to it, he instantly wrapped the lace around his length and gasped as he watched his cock buck forward into them.

"F-fuck," he moaned weakly, desperately thrusting into the haphazard ball of fabric. "G'na come, shit, want it inside you baby? Want me to fuckin' knock you up?"

In that moment, he figured the normal thing to do would be to imagine you begging him for it, desperate for a creampie, desperate to be bred. And it's not that that idea didn't appeal to him-- but the 'normal thing to do' was sort of beside the point now, he'd already broken into your house, stolen your panties, and was jerking off with them in a public park at two in the morning. So, after a night of sex crimes, he couldn't help but imagine one more. He pictured you begging him not to-- scared and helpless, legs flailing to try to kick him away.

He'd never really pictured it quite like that before, holding you down and forcing you to take his load. But now that he finally let himself think of it, the image instantly brought on his orgasm-- and he came harder than he probably ever had before. He moaned pathetically, knees all but buckling, hand a numb blur as he voraciously stroked himself through it. He came onto the ground, mostly, though it was unavoidable that some would get onto his hand and onto your panties.

He sort of regretted soiling them, but he already knew he was going to be back again very soon for more.

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Sometimes It's Fated (Sandman Short Story Part 1)

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

​GIF: Originally posted by @tavners

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x AFAB reader

Summary: Reader Self-Insert. After restoring the Dreaming and locating the missing dreams and nightmares, Morpheus turns his attention to finding you, the human he believes fate has chosen for him. (Title inspired by Placebo's "This Picture".)

Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark!Morpheus. Soulmates. Angst. Obsessive and possessive behaviour. Tension. Home invasion. Voyeurism. Implied masturbation. Dream manipulation.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Wow, this took way longer to finish than I had originally planned. My head's been all over the place with trying (and thus far failing) to find a new job. The themes are very different to what I've written before; I hope it reads okay. Please let me know what you think. All my love, Saskia xx

Sandman Masterlist

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Fate.

A phenomenon that governed every particle of matter within the known universe and even those beyond.

Some considered it a comforting concept that excused them from the burden of decision making, citing: "I'll leave it up to fate." For others the phrase was a cursory, throw-away comment or a romantic line they heard in the lyrics of a song.

The real truth of the matter was that Fate was a trio of immortal beings, goddesses, with sight so potent that they knew the past, present and future of every individual to have lived. The mythology of the Greeks, Romans and Norse hadn't been too far off with their stories of the Moirai, Parcae and Norns but of course, no humans really believed there to be any realism in myths. They were just stories. It didn't matter either way; they existed and had influence regardless of what the majority believed.

For beings such as The Endless siblings, the presence of Fate in the cosmos was not only real, but also something that affected even themselves.

For the King of Dreams, an eventuality had been prophesised long ago by The Kindly Ones that spoke of a bond that was to be forged between himself and a mortal.

Lord Morpheus, in his pride, had tried to be above such a foretelling, even questioning its validity because the notion of a mortal accepting his version of the universe seemed wholly implausible.

But he could not truly stop himself from wondering about you, reaching out to see if he could feel your presence in the minds of the dreamers he hosted.

It wasn't something he indulged in with frequency. More of a once-in a-decade interval. Enough to appease his curiosity.

Of course, this was put on hold during his imprisonment at Fawney Rig.

Morpheus had had much to contemplate during this period. The damage his absence caused to the collective subconscious, the decay of his realm, the loss of freedom and dignity. There was also a chance that you had been born and died in the 106 years he spent in captivity.

What if he was too late and had lost the chance of discovering who you were?

It was a nauseating prospect that scraped and scratched a space deep within his being; bleeding him of his remaining stores of hope that were so significantly depleted after the death of beloved Jessamy.

Despite the nasty emotional wound, finding you was a charge that he assigned at the end of his priorities after his escape.

Recovering his scattered tools, restoring the Dreaming, locating his absent creations, unravelling the mystery of Rose Walker and confronting Desire all had needed to come first.

The latter interaction had left Morpheus with a seething rage that was currently propelling him down the boards of the dock that sit above the Ocean of Dreams.

The dense mist in the air is buffeted by his movements and the only sounds are the tread of boots, the creak of wooden slats and the lap of water.

With each step, the liquid becomes choppier as it reacts to its master's mood and by the time he has reached the end of the dock, the surface of the water roils fervorously, completely in line with Morpheus' dangerous temperament.

The words of Desire's final silken-toned taunt echo in his mind with grating persistence.

"Oh, poor Dream. I really got under your skin this time, didn't I?"

He is loathe to admit there is truth in the question.

There are moments where Morpheus ponders the turn that the relationship between them has taken. How Desire went from being his favourite sibling to someone one shade shy of an adversary. Their faultless adeptness at provoking his temper and manipulating the events that encircle him would be impressive if not for the danger posed to humanity.

The agitated water eventually draws focus to how out of control he and his emotions have become. Morpheus knows he must get them in check, and quickly, for he knows the consequences all too well should he ignore it.

He clenches his fist and swallows it all down, pushing it deep inside his belly until the crackling entropy of the anger is fully dispelled.

Morpheus then sweeps his coat out behind him as he sinks lithely into a crouch. Trepidation nips at his heart and tugs his attention to a sobering thought.

This foray into the water may be fruitless.

You may be long gone and there would be no way of ever knowing you.

His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath; he has run out of excuses to not look, even if he is afraid of the outcome.

Long, delicate fingers dapple the surface of the inky ocean. The waves still at the touch, obedient to him with instancy.

He repositions to full height and reaches into his coat to find the pouch of sand stashed in the pocket. A handful of twinkling grains slip off his palm into the ocean, lighting the water it touches to a luminous green.

"Find my soulmate," Morpheus commands silently.

The intention is set. He steps off the dock into the water.

At first, like every other prior attempt, there is no sign of you. Morpheus floats submerged in the tepid liquid, filtering through the hubbub of countless other dreams and nightmares.

Then there is a pull.

It is faint yet indisputable. Warmth explodes in his chest and he groans inwardly from the delicious sensation of relief.

You are alive, and you are dreaming.

A path of radiance appears in the water, a line that shows your connection, and provides a location for him to hone in on.

Morpheus dives deeper without hesitation.

As he reaches the edge of your subconscious, he rejoices that he got a handle on his emotions. He wouldn't want your first perception of him to be one tinged with rage, however unaware you were of him, with your soulmate being the source.

He hesitates for a moment before entering the dream you are in and is somewhat taken aback by what he finds.

A room comprising of four blank walls, a floor, a ceiling and a door. There is but one other feature; a window, and its view is as non-descript and inoffensive as the internal space.

You stand by said window, head turned from him.

Despite being unable to see your face, he sees your anxiety with immediacy. It is an aura hovering about your body, being sucked into your lungs with every fast-paced breath.

You begin to throw glances towards the door. Morpheus filters through the layers of the dream. No one is scheduled to come across the threshold.

The more he observes, the more questions arise in Morpheus' mind.

What was making you so affected? What were you expecting to happen?

There's nothing in the scene that is intended to be unpleasant yet you are reacting in a way that most observers would characterise as unsettled.

Morpheus, despite not yet knowing you, doesn't like to see you this way. His dominant instinct is to end the dream but he quashes the desire to review the bigger picture.

The empty room dream was symbolic of a beginning.

It clicks into place.

What you were feeling, even if on a purely instinctual level, was the anticipation of meeting your soulmate and starting your new life.

Morpheus steps into the frame, just a couple of paces behind you.

You feel his presence instantly, eyes full to the brim with tears as you whirl around with a soft gasp.

You see him.

The tears spill and patter onto the white floor.

Morpheus reaches out, overcome by his need to provide comfort.

You disappear.

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Morpheus is sat on his throne. He pores over the book he had located in the Dreaming's library a little over a week ago that contains the details of your life. It is something he has taken to doing when the impatience of waiting for you to fall asleep becomes too keen.

Your subconscious has him enraptured, watching it every night as if it is a stage show. Each dream he delves into is like the tug of fingers on a loose thread, your psyche has begun to unravel before him.

Everything from whims to cravings, hopes to fears. Your temperament, the things that delight and irk you. What drives you and demotivates you. He consumes it all with an insatiable hunger.

Based on the projection of yourself that he sees, there is no doubt that he is attracted to you.

All that prior haughty disregard for the Fates' prophecy has been cast aside like a negative thought in a meditation session. Morpheus is a romantic. A believer. He is ashamed to have even doubted your coming.

He wonders if it would vex Desire to learn of him finding his soulmate and by extension, the prospect of companionship, perhaps even physical intimacy or love.

It is all too easy to imagine the sickly sweet grin they would smile at him, shown to be fake by the almost imperceptible contempt glinting in their golden eyes.

Would his triumph drive them to distraction?

It is this smug sentiment that spurs his next decision. He wants more. The next logical step is to find you in the waking world.

He rises from his throne, a sure hand ready to bring forth his pouch of sand when he falters.

Tears pool in his eyes.

His mind is suddenly marred with the memories of what happened in 1916. The agony, mortification and rage that followed. He couldn't go through that kind of treatment ever again and the waking world expanded the risk of it transpiring.

"No," he says resolutely. His sadness turns to resolve, the hard line of his grimace matching those set in his brows.

He will not let the actions of a group of mortals dissuade him from going to you. And besides, he has researched everything he can about you from within the safety of the Dreaming.

He takes a measure of sand and uses it to materialise within your bedroom.

It is obvious from a quick scan of it that deliberate attempts have been made to ensure the space is cosy and calming.

Two marshmallowy pillows support your head. The cotton sheets have been meticulously tucked to avoid drafts. A lavender reed diffuser fragrances the air with a subtle scent. There are no devices or screens visible.

Everything has its place. A coaster supported glass of water within reaching distance. Touch activated lamp in case of emergency. The diary lined up with the back left corner of the bedside table, pen placed parallel in the spine dent. All clothes are in the wardrobe or stashed in the laundry basket.

Morpheus moves to the curtain-shrouded window and delicately moves the dark, heavy fabric to catch a glimpse of the outside world.

The scene is sepia stained from an old streetlight positioned right outside your home. It explained the choice of curtains.

You stir slightly from the change in environment and Morpheus allows the curtain to fall back in place. He remains stationary until your breathing returns to its previous pace. It is imperative that his presence remains undisclosed. He knows that mortals do not take well to home invasion.

Then, your right hand slips out from the duvet cocoon revealing a cushion cut ruby ring on your middle finger.

He smiles exultantly. The similarity between the jewel and his own now-destroyed dreamstone was undeniable.

The Fates were making it transparent.

You were the one.

Morpheus approaches the side of your bed now. In your momentary discomfort, you had moved your head, making your whole face visible to your uninvited guest.

He bends gracefully so his face is closer to yours and observes you with an intent fascination.

Even in the gloom, Morpheus asserts that your features are even more captivating now that he is able to look upon them in person and is certain that if he could guarantee an absence of fear then he would fall to knees and worship you right there.

Fingers stroke a lock of hair splayed across the pillow and his thoughts turn darker still, imagining what he would do with you if he could get you alone in the Dreaming. How he would seduce you with words, and then pleasure your body with his own until you were senseless.

Getting you there would be so easy, all he needed to do was move his hand up and touch your skin and -

Morpheus stops himself, deciding that now is not the time for an introduction. He will wait until tomorrow. You need to rest. It will be quite the revelation for your sweet mortal heart.

Morpheus whispers a promise, "We will be together soon, my precious soulmate."

He leaves after taking one last look at your peaceful form.

When he returns to the Dreaming, Morpheus discovers that the visit has riled him way beyond what he thought possible.

It was supposed to sate his curiosity and answer some questions.

It has done the opposite.

His craving for you is sublimely intense, opiate-like in its ensnarement.

He needs to possess you. To have you all to himself. Everything would fall into place. Loneliness, disillusionment, jealousy; they would never darken his outlook again. You would heal him, he is certain of it.

He paces restlessly in the low light of his private chambers as heat ripples beneath the surface of his being, charging him with pure sexual lust.

He hungers for the moment when you feel the same about him.

For now, all he can do is stand and touch himself while thinking of your face, an act that has been carried out repeatedly in the days since he found you in the Ocean of Dreams.

An erotic idea enters his mind.

Your subconscious is still in the Dreaming; he knows the feeling of it intimately.

Perhaps he could bring you a dream mirroring his own current fantasy.

To give you a taste of what was to come.

A gift that only he could bestow.

The mere thought of it turns him on even more. His back arches and his eyes roll back as he choses the words through which he would deliver the offering.

"Dream of me," Morpheus murmurs breathlessly. "Dream of me."

He repeats the phrase until he is unable to continue, moans taking over the darkened space around him.

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It is dusk the next day when Morpheus returns to the waking world.

The instant he touches down on the Earth's surface, he knows exactly where to go. The metaphysical connection between you is as strong as the energy pulsing through a ley line.

The city he is directed to is thrumming with life but the side street he stands in has been spared from the furore.

It is fortuitous that he is permitted to be unobserved for Morpheus is struggling now with the urge to get closer.

Providence is pulling him in and also locking him out.

He walks up to the door and then an invisible force makes him back away.

He doesn't even try to fight it.

The Fates hold all the cards. Morpheus is beholden to their each and every whim.

It is surprisingly liberating.

He is dancing in the cross hairs. Blinkered by the tie the universe has fashioned for you.

All he has to do is wait.

The door to the building is pushed open.

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Taglist: @herfantasyworldd

"Fate. Up against your will. Through the thick and thin. He will wait until you give yourself to him."

[babyhatesreality]

Two Sides of the Coin Part 2

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader

GIF by angrythingstarlight

GIF by forchrisevans

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, gentle discipline, both Bucky and Steve being secret menaces to each other, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.

A/N- Part One here! Read under the cut for Part Two :D

The time had come. It was Bucky's team being called upon to go on their good will mission. He had packed his bag, carefully saved the drawing you made for him in his wallet (and brought scotch tape to hang it up in his hotel room), and had all his mission paperwork. But now was the most tricky part- ensuring your silence about your previous shenanigans.

"Okay Trouble," he said to you, bouncing you up and down on his knee to make sure he had your full attention. "Remember- you can't tell Papa what we REALLY got up to when he was gone, no matter what."

"No matter what!" you echoed happily. Bucky nodded, pleased, but he was straining his ears for sounds from the front door. He had sent Steve upstairs to his official office to retrieve a new piece of tactical gear for him, begging to spend some alone time with you before he left for three days. So what if he happened to take advantage of the situation and remind you to behave and not tell on him?

"You promise you won't tell him?"

"I promise!"

"Not even if he asks?"

"Nope."

"Even if he tries to trick you into telling him?"

"He won't do dat!"

"He might- Papa is sneaky."

"I won't tell!"

"Good girl."

"Will you bring me back a present if I don't tell?"

"Don't I always?"

"YAAAAY!!!!"

Bucky carried you in his arms to the launch pad, only handing you over to Steve when Fury barked at him to get his ass on the Quinjet. After a last long deep kiss with his husband and one more bear hug for both of you, Bucky and his team departed. You craned your neck upwards, watching the Quinjet disappear into the cloudy blue sky, Steve watching right along with you. The rest of the Avengers and the littles had gone back inside, but the two of you were quite content, enjoying the sunshine.

Finally, when the plane disappeared altogether, Steve looked at you with a grin. You grinned right back at him. "Let's do it!" you both said together.

See, what Bucky didn't realize was that Steve was fully aware that you two had gotten up to shenanigans- but you were still on your schedule, happy and thriving, and the apartment hadn't been burned down, so he was willing to let it all go. Provided that he got to have his own shenanigans with you too. Steve had quietly explained all this to you yesterday, which made it super easy for you truthfully tell Bucky today that you would keep quiet about your shared mischief. You were totally getting your cake and eating it too.

Steve tossed you onto his back like a koala while you giggled excitedly. You rode piggy back all the way down to the lobby, out the front doors, and down into the streets of New York. The two of you went EVERYWHERE. Steve was enamored with your excitement and wonder and joy- he couldn't get enough.

He took roughly 5000 photos of you running around the top of the Empire State building, just going from side to side, excitedly pointing out and squealing with joy upon identifying landmarks, including Avengers Tower. The two of you took silly selfies overlooking the New York skyline, which was even more fun for you because he was being just as silly as you were. You made a quick swing through the Build A Bear workshop next to the skyscraper- which delighted you to no end- and you got to pick up a new outfit for your furry friends back home.

You then went to Time Square, and you were gobsmacked by the giant screens with all the pretty pictures. Steve kept a tight grip on your legs so you wouldn't be tempted to slide off his back to try to run around, but you weren't even thinking that. It was so much more exciting to be as tall as you were, riding piggyback on your Papa, and getting to see everything from that perspective. He let you choose whatever shops caught your attention to go explore, and even though he would have bought you the world if you'd asked for it, you were just so happy to be looking at spending time with him that you didn't ask for a single thing.

You two went over to Grand Central Station, and he was thrilled to hear your gasp of wonder when you encountered the huge ceiling with all the constellations. You wanted to point out the couple you remembered from when you and Bucky were on the roof, but that would be telling and you weren't spoiling this arrangement for the world. This was way too much fun, letting your daddies be menaces to each other.

You two explored the market, the shops, and you stopped to listen to a lovely violinist who was playing the most beautiful music. It echoed around the stone walls and seemed to make everyone calmer and happier. Steve gave you a bill to drop in the nice lady's violin case, which you did with solemn joy. The farmer's market feel of the stalls was overwhelming- the smells were so unique and beautiful, you almost couldn't speak (a first for you). Papa quietly picked up a few items, and just gave you teasing answers when you asked what they were.

By then you were pretty worn out, so you went back home, and after a quick peanut butter and jelly lunch, you immediately fell asleep on Steve's chest as he cuddled you on the couch. He stayed just like that for your entire nap, just soaking in the moment of peace with one of the people that he loved most in the world.

Later on that evening, he revealed to you that the items he picked up at the Grand Central Station marketplace were for a dinner that the two of you could make together. He laughed as you screamed with joy and ran about 200 laps around the kitchen island in your excitement. You LOVED cooking with Papa. He, of course, handled all the things with knives and fire, but there was still plenty for you to do, including throwing the angel hair pasta noodles against the wall once they were done cooking. When the two of you sat down to your meal, you were so excited at having helped make dinner, that you gave your Papa the longest hug you possibly could, which he returned with relish.

Your next two days were like that as well- Papa taking you piggy back all around the city, playing and exploring and enjoying each other's company. You spent hours in Central Park, you played on the big lions at the library, and you ate the most delicious waffles in Bryant Park. You both didn't discuss it, but you didn't go to the Museum of Natural History or Coney Island. It didn't feel right going without Bucky, so neither one of you really wanted to. The two of you found plenty of shenanigans to get up to on your own.

When Bucky's team returned from yet another successful goodwill mission, you screamed joyfully and jumped into his arms, where he refused to let you go for the rest of the night. Bucky kissed Steve so hard, right on the launchpad in front of everyone, that Steve turned bright red, making you giggle to no end. You gave Bucky the rundown of your time with Steve, which was considerably easier this time around since you hadn't consumed nearly as much junk food. His whispered inquiries into your ear about you not telling on him were met with an approving squeeze and a new stuffie from the country he'd been in.

Once you finally wore out and dropped off to sleep, they lovingly tucked you into your bed with Jellybean. Bucky lingered in your doorway for a moment, watching you sleep happily, before smiling softly, switching on your night light, and pulling the door almost all the way shut. He went back to his and Steve's room, where he found Steve unpacking his duffle for him.

"You don't have to do that, Stevie," Bucky said, but his tone confirmed his appreciation of the gesture.

Steve shrugged and smiled. "I know." Bucky laughed, stepping behind his husband and wrapping his right arm around Steve's stomach.

"Is this trying to make up for whatever the two of you got up to these last three days?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't try to play coy with me, Rogers. I know that you two got up to mischief."

Steve simply turned in Bucky's arms, and after a solemn moment, gave him the biggest, cheesiest shrug and grin he possibly could. Bucky laughed out loud, then tumbled the two of them back onto their bed, and they gave each other the most loving homecoming ever.

A/N- Gotta love all those shenanigans :D Thank you for reading!

[aperrywilliams]

Unconventional (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!) 

Author Masterlist 

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You haven't seen your boyfriend, Spencer, in weeks and you are missing him like crazy. But circumstances have not been by your side lately. Will you find time for you both to share some intimacy?

Word Count: 8.5k (sorry, not sorry) of fluff, shameless smut, and something else ;)

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI). SMUT. Masturbation (fem). Oral (fem receiving). Fingering. Penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Switch Spencer and switch Reader. Creampie.

A/N: This is a sequel of "They Would Never" and "That Wicked Love," but it can also be read as a stand-alone.

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"Okay, honey. Now it's time to sleep," you told Olivia as she crawled into her bed. As you tucked her, the pout on her face didn't go unnoticed. "What's it, baby?"

"When will Daddy be at home?" she asked with a sad frown.

You should have anticipated that question. It had been nine days since Spencer left on a case in Los Angeles. Nine days in which Olivia hadn't seen her father, and you hadn't seen your boyfriend.

Although it was common for Spencer to be out of town for work, the trips have become more frequent lately.

You could bet Olivia felt like her dad had been away forever. You didn't blame her because you felt the same way.

"He will be here late tonight, but you will see him in the morning, okay?" you tried to reassure the little girl with your motherly voice.

"M'kay," the kid shrugged, not very convinced. She still looked disappointed, but you settled with the fact she stopped asking questions. Kissing her forehead, you said good night.

"Sleep tight, baby. I love you."

"Love you too, Mommy," Olivia mumbled, hugging her teddy bear.

You flicked the lights off and padded to the living room. It was nine pm, and you decided to plop on the couch and read a book. Spencer texted some hours ago that he was flying back, but you didn't know when he would be home. You assumed it wouldn't happen before midnight, so you got comfy with your book and a glass of wine.

You lost track of time, so consumed in the story that you got startled when you heard the key jingling in the door's lock.

After noticing Spencer crossing the threshold, you almost jumped from the couch and ran to him. Spencer gladly welcomed your enthusiasm and hugged you tight. Your cheek was pressed to his chest as he kissed your head.

"I missed you," he mumbled.

"I missed you more," you disputed, muffling your words in his cardigan. God, you love the way his scent engulfs your senses.

"No way, I missed you more," Spencer replied, parting slightly to look at you—a grin plastered on his face. You leaned up and held his cheeks to kiss him. Spencer gladly kissed you back. You hummed contentedly as his lips molded with yours—it was the perfect fit.

When the need for breathing was too much, you reluctantly ended the kiss.

"Did you have dinner?" you asked the man, now attempting to tame his messy hair with your fingers.

"Yeah. We ate something flying back," Spencer replied, clearly comfortable with your doing in his hair.

"That's new. Are you sure you don't want something? A snack?" he shook his head.

"Nu-uh. Thanks. Is Liv sleeping?" Spencer asked instead, although he already figured out the answer.

"Yes, she does. After her bath, I put her in bed," you informed, pretty satisfied with how you combed Spencer's hair.

"Good." Spencer's gaze focused on you, barely blinking, with a smirk forming on his lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Spencer beamed as his hands tightened the grip on your waist and pulled you closer to him. With his lips close to the shell of your ear, his hot breath hit your skin in a way that got you goosebumps.

"Because I want to take my sweet girl to our bed and make love to her."

You felt the air leaving your lungs. Spencer using his bedroom voice, always made you tremble with desire. And he calling you his? It turned you feral. But you tried to play cool. Keyword: 'tried.'

"Uhm. Such a romantic," you said in a teasing tone. Spencer chuckled, not loosening his grip on you.

"Can you blame me? Nine days away from my gorgeous girlfriend are too much," he claimed before kissing your lips.

You melted into the kiss. Your body yearned for him, for his touch.

Walking backward, you both soon reached the bedroom. Not breaking the kiss Spencer leaned you on the mattress. His lips trailed down your neck; finding that spot always drives you crazy. A moan escaped you as he nipped the delicate skin.

"Spencer, do something, please. I'm about to combust," you demanded, unashamed of recognizing how much you needed him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Your clothes were quickly discarded and scattered on the floor as soft moans filled the room. Having him on top of you was what you had been craving for the past nine days. And it seems Spencer yearned for the same. His kisses on your skin and the reverence of his touch told you how much he missed you.

Not much later, your bodies melted deliciously, navigating in pure passion and dancing dangerously to the climax you both were searching for.

The coil in your lower stomach was building up, encouraged by Spencer's words.

"I missed you so much. God, you feel incredible," he panted in your ear, speeding his thrusts. You were about to succumb to your orgasm, but a little chirping voice brought you to reality.

"Mommy? Is daddy home?" Olivia asked from the hallway.

"Shit!" Spencer cursed, surprised by Liv's voice. But you weren't ready to let him go.

"Spencer, please. Please - don't - don't stop," you gasped. Nonetheless, Spencer slowed down his movements. Now, his attention was on your daughter on the opposite side of the wall.

"She's outside the door," Spencer pointed as if you didn't notice.

"Yeah, I - I know. But just - just a minute," you tried to convince Spencer, rocking your hips to encourage him to continue. Yet Spencer slowed to a halt, giving you an apologetic look and mouthing an 'I'm sorry.'

"Hi, Pumpkin! Daddy is home. Now I'm helping Mommy with something, and then I'll go to your room to say hi, okay?" He called to the door.

"And read me a story?" The little girl asked, excited after confirming her suspicion about Daddy at home.

"Sure! I'll be there in a minute!"

"M'kay!" you heard the little footsteps back to her room.

Carefully, Spencer pulled out of you, kissing your forehead.

"I'll go and come back real quick, okay?" He promised. You only sighed.

"Don't lie, Spencer. You know she won't be satisfied with just one story. She had missed you a lot."

"But I bet she's tired. I'll read her that one makes her fall asleep faster. That one with the castles and flying dragons? I promise I'll be back soon, and we can continue what we started," Spencer winked. You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay. I'll be waiting."

And you waited. Half an hour. An hour. An hour and a half. Spencer didn't come back, though. You already suspected what had happened, but you thought he was as eager as you so he could keep awake.

Only to be sure nothing terrible transpired, you padded to your daughter's room.

Spencer was soundly sleeping in the bed next to her. The book was long forgotten over the comforter.

There was no point in waking him up. You knew he likely didn't sleep properly in the past nine days. So you returned to the bedroom. After dressing in your comfy pajamas, you got into bed. Switching the lights off, you turned and closed your eyes. It took you only some minutes before dozing off.

When Spencer's eyes fluttered open, he first noticed Liv sleeping by his side. The second thing was how curled he was in the small bed. Stretching a little, he checked his watch. It read 3:00 AM.

Fuck. He had fallen asleep.

Slowly Spencer stood up and tucked Liv with the covers, leaving the book on the night table. After kissing her forehead, he walked out, leaving the room's door ajar.

Once back in your shared bedroom, he noticed you sleeping. Soft snoring escaped your lips.

He laid by your side, the mattress dipping under his weight. Carefully he leaned to whisper in your ear.

"Baby. I'm so sorry. I fell asleep. I'm sorry," he apologized, kissing your temple. You stirred a little, half awake, but you barely had the energy to speak, let alone to be gentle.

"Then go back to sleep," you mumbled before succumbing to your slumber again.

Spencer knew he deserved it. He made you wait, promising to come back soon. He would have to plan a good way to make it up to you.

After changing into his pajamas, Spencer joined you in bed and quickly dozen off.

Your alarm went off at 6:00 AM. Groaning, you threw down an arm over the bedside table. And without looking, you searched for the offensive device to turn it off.

Reluctantly your eyes fluttered open. To fight the snooze, you rubbed your palms over your eyes. Then you noticed Spencer was sleeping by your side. 

He surely has the day off after the unholy hour he returned home last night.

Standing up, you padded to the bathroom to shower, hoping the hot water on your skin would help wake you up.

You were still slightly disappointed about the inexistent sexy time with your boyfriend last night, but you couldn't be mad at him. How could you? He looked so adorable sleeping next to Olivia.

But you have been missing him like crazy.

You've missed his hungry and open-mouth kisses, his hands roaming your naked body, his voice whispering dirty things in your ear.

God, you could hear him right now.

Without realizing it, you squeezed shut your eyes as your hand kneaded one of your breasts. With your thumb and pointer finger, you pinched a nipple and rubbed it. Your other hand traveled further south to meet your clit. Drawing several eight figures on the bud coaxed a moan from you.

The hot water on your skin only pushed you to get lost in the fantasy. The fantasy of Spencer fucking you like there is no tomorrow.

A whine escaped from your lips. You were so immersed in what you wanted him to do to you that you didn't notice Spencer's naked body behind you.

"You should have asked me if you wanted help with that," he said cheekily. You almost jumped in shock.

"Spencer!"

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips peppering kisses on your shoulder. He pressed your back to his chest, and you couldn't help the moan that left your mouth when you felt his hardness against your ass.

"Let me help, darling. Let me make it up for falling asleep last night," he asked. Your hum gave him the permission he needed.

After spinning you over, he quickly dropped to his knees, and with his left hand, he guided your right leg to rest over his shoulder. That provided him with the angle he wanted.

You were already turned on, but seeing Spencer on his knees for you was something else. He looked so hot there, so ready to please you.

He trailed kisses from your calves to your thighs. The anticipation was killing you.

"Baby, please. We do not have much time," you begged.

Spencer listened to your request and gave in, diving his mouth into your core.

"Fuck!" you whimpered, grasping Spencer's wet locks to root yourself.

"Baby, you taste so good," he mumbled, not stopping his task. The vibration of his voice rumbled in your core, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Everything about Spencer Reid was perfect; you learned that fact the day you met him years ago. But one of the incredible and still amazing things about this man was his talent to eat pussy. Like a starved man in front of his only meal. Of course, it's not something to complain about; quite the opposite.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, so entranced in the pleasure you forgot the hot water hitting your bodies.

Spencer grasped your leg over his shoulder to keep you steady and used his other hand to push two fingers into you.

"Oh, yes! Yes! So so good!"

God, those slender and skillful fingers. You usually had an internal debate about what you loved the most: his tongue, fingers, or dick. But you loved them equally and even better if he used them on you simultaneously.

"Spencer, please. Faster, baby," you begged, and Spencer obliged. Speeding his motions, you were on the brink of your climax. You only needed a little push. When you were sure the coil was about to snap, a sudden opening of the bathroom door and a familiar little voice brought you to reality.

"Daddy!!! Aunt Penelope is calling!!!!" Liv chimed.

Spencer almost falls on the shower floor, leaving the grip of your leg.

"Shit!" you mumbled, bracing against the wall to steady yourself.

"Who is calling, Pumpkin?" Spencer shrieked, trying to conceal your curse words and his heavy breathing. Hastily he grabbed a towel from the hook next to the shower and covered himself.

"Aunt Peny!" Liv repeated, reaching out Spencer's cell phone to him.

"Oh. Okay. Thank you, sweetheart. Let's take the call outside, okay?" Spencer offered, leading Liv out of the bathroom.

After he shut the door, you let out a deep sigh, all flustered and frustrated.

Not a nice feeling, if you are honest.

Yet you knew the scene you'd find after exiting the bathroom would be more disappointing.

And you were just right.

With a towel around your body, you appeared in the bedroom and saw Spencer dressed in his usual work attire, fixing his tie. He noticed you standing there through the mirror reflection. Turning to face you, his apologetic eyes told you what you already knew.

"Don't look at me like that, please."

"I'm not looking at you in any particular way," you lied.

"Baby, I know you're pissed off. But there is an urgent case in Louisiana. There are several-" He was about to explain, but you shook your head to cut him off. You didn't want to know.

"Nu-uh. No need for details, Spencer. It's your job. I know." It was true; you knew how it was, but it didn't frustrate you less. Spencer came closer and held one of your hands.

"Hey, I promise I'll make it up to you," he vowed, rubbing your knuckles. You bit your lower lip; to this extent, you had already lost count of the times he had told the same thing in the past months.

"Don't. Stop saying that, Spence. I know you have good intentions, but circumstances are not on our side, so stop making promises we know you can't keep, okay?"

Spencer winced. He knew you were right; he didn't find a tangible way to make it up to Liv or you in the past months. That pained him.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad. Just - just frustrated, okay? Now I'm going to help Liv to dress and prepare myself for work," you announced, squeezing his hand before letting go of it and leaving the bedroom.

After assisting Olivia with the morning routine, the little girl strolled to where her dad was in the kitchen. You then started to prepare yourself. You knew it would be a hard day at work. Thanks to the nonhabitual customers plaguing the bookstore during the Holiday season, it had been like that in the past week.

You got to the kitchen fully dressed and found Spencer preparing breakfast. Liv was eating her cereal already.

"Mommy! Daddy made breakfast!" Liv chirped.

"I see that, sweetheart. Daddy made breakfast for me too. Thanks, Daddy," you said, grabbing the mug full of coffee Spencer served.

He gave you a wide smile.

Spencer felt terrible for leaving again in less than twelve hours, so he wanted at least to make a little something.

"I can take Liv to school," he offered. You looked at him, puzzled.

"You sure? You are not late already?"

"I'm sure. It's okay. I don't think the whole team gets there in less than forty-five minutes," Spencer informed, checking his watch.

You nodded, knowing why he was doing this. Spencer was already self-conscious and anxious about not being around so often in the past weeks. He felt guilty, and you hated making him feel that way.

After the last sip of his coffee, Spencer stood.

"Okay, time to go, Liv."

The little girl rushed to get her backpack and then to you to kiss you goodbye.

"Bye, Mommy."

"Bye, sweetheart. Mommy will pick you up in the afternoon, okay?" You reminded her while combing a rebel hair strand behind her ear. Olivia had the same kind of untamed hair as her father.

"M'kay. Love you."

"Love you too, honey."

"I'll call you when we touch down, okay?" Spencer affirmed, grabbing his satchel and go-bag.

"Okay. Be safe," you requested, as always, when he was leaving for a case.

"I will. I love you. So so much." Spencer pecked your lips, caressing your cheek.

"I love you too, Spencer."

And you were right. The day stood as awful as you thought it would be. So awful that it was eleven pm, and you were at home still working on the list you needed to get for the bookstore collection.

A ding from your phone took you out of your current task.

<Spence 🎃❤️: I'm sure this hotel didn't pass the sanitary inspection>

You chuckled, just picturing Spencer's face right now.

<Love 😘👩‍🏫: I don't think that's the case. You're being dramatic, Spence> 

You typed, knowing Spencer could be slightly exaggerated sometimes. Still, you love when he tells you about trivial things of his day.

<Spence 🎃❤️: No. I'm not. Jeez, I can't believe Emily booked us this> 

<Love 😘👩‍🏫: I assume you're done for the night. How is the case?> 

<Spence 🎃❤️: Frustrating. I can't finish the geographical profile yet. But we'll figure it out eventually. How was your day? Is Liv sleeping right now?> 

You didn't want to worry him, but you couldn't lie to him.

<Love 😘👩‍🏫: I would like to say my day is over, but I'm still filling the list of new items I need. Luckily Liv had a great day at school and is now soundly sleeping> 

<Spence 🎃❤️: But it's eleven pm. You need to sleep. Please, don't stay up so late> 

Spencer - the guy who barely sleeps being away from home - worried about your sleeping schedule was something contradictory and adorable at the same time. 

<Love 😘👩‍🏫: I'll finish soon, I promise. And you go to sleep too. You need to be fresh for tomorrow. I love you> 

<Spence 🎃❤️: I love you too. So so much. I really would like to be there. I'm sorry>

Spencer felt bad. Even if he knew you were as workaholic as him, he would have wanted to be there so you didn't have to put up with all the work. On top of that, he missed you and his daughter.

In the time you have been dating since your reunion - five years after Olivia was born - Spencer's life changed, and for the better.

Spencer thought he would never find happiness after what he did. He thought he lost his chance when you told him you were pregnant, and he left.

So when fate brought you to his life again, he swore not to screw it up this time. Against the odds, you accepted him, and Spencer has never been happier since then. Thinking about that, he can't stress enough his desire to make you happy for long as you have him. As happy as you make him.

With that thought and before going to sleep, Spencer made a mental note to talk with Emily the following day. He needed to do something to make it up for the weeks away from you and get back the quality time you both needed.

While Spencer was catching a serial killer in Louisiana, you still managed a lot of workload in the bookstore. Five days and you were utterly exhausted. Now it was Friday, and Spencer hadn't called you yet. You guys spoke the night before; he hoped to wrap the case soon. Checking your watch, you realized it was time to pick up Liv from school. As you were getting ready, the bell at the bookstore entrance got your attention. You weren't prepared for what you saw next: Luke Alvez crossing the threshold. It took you two seconds to start freaking out. Something bad happened. Luke read your face immediately and jumped to explain.

"No, no, no. Everything is okay. Spencer is okay," he hastened to say, walking to you with hands up to calm you down.

"Why are you here then?" You asked, confused. You didn't think Luke was there looking for a book or just passing by. 

And that also meant Spencer was in DC as well.

"Sorry, that sounded rude. When did you guys come back?" You asked the man, who gave you a wide smile.

"It's okay. We came back today. We caught the guy first thing in the morning. But! I'm not here to talk about work," he said, handing you an envelope he produced from his pocket. You took it and narrowed your eyes before opening it. There was a card inside you learned was written by Spencer. His handwriting was unmistakable.

'My sweet girl, 

I'm sorry if seeing Luke made you nervous. I'm okay, safe and sound. I just can't be there right now, although I only want to be with you. Yet I need you to trust me in this, okay? I need you to go with Luke. He knows where. And you don't have to worry about Olivia, she is fine. I already picked her up. 

See you soon, my love. 

SR.'

You looked at Luke, still puzzled. He chuckled, signaling to the door.

"Shall we?"

You tried, by all means, to get Luke to tell you something about what was happening as you guys went in the car to who knows where, but he just shook his head, smiling and telling you to be patient. Clearly, Luke Alvez didn't know patience was the least you had left these days. Even so, you stopped insisting and focused on the road after a while. It was starting to get dark, and through the window, you could see the landscape of big green trees passing by. It was a welcomed sight after the days you just had.

Luke pulled over to a cabin hidden between the woods an hour later. The lights inside were on, and on the porch, you saw Spencer standing with a massive smile on his face.

"Spencer?" You asked after getting down from Luke's car. Luke behind you.

"Hey, love. How was the trip?" Spencer asked casually as if this was a regular occurrence and you were totally aware of what was going on.

"Honey, why you don't explain to me what's this?"

"Okay, Reid, (Y/N). Here is where my task is done," Luke announced, taking off an invisible hat in a saluting motion before climbing again to his car.

"Thank you so much, Luke. I owe you," Spencer told Alvez, who shook his head.

"No problem, man. Have a good time, you two."

As the car pulled away, you turned back to look at Spencer, who already had his eyes on you.

"Spencer? Why are we here? Where is Liv?" You asked, looking behind his shoulder into the cabin to see if your daughter was there. Spencer followed your line of vision, knowing what you were doing.

"Hey, look at me," he requested, softly tilting your head back to him with his fingers on your chin.

"But-" You stuttered. You weren't accustomed to being without Olivia if you weren't working or she wasn't at school.

"Hey, Liv is fine. She's with JJ and the boys, and they'll have a pajama party tonight. She won't miss us. And we, my sweet girl? We need time for ourselves. I know the past months have been stressful for both; that's why we are here. To disconnect and reconnect," Spencer explained, lovingly stroking your cheek. His efforts worked. You were now focused, looking at the man in awe.

"So you planned all of this?" You raised an eyebrow. Not that you weren't familiar with Spencer doing special things for you, but lately, your routine consumed a lot from both of you.

"Yep," he answered sheepishly. You chuckled before leaning to peck his lips.

"Spencer Reid, you're definitely something else."

"Wait until you see inside," he retorted, holding your hand and leading you into the cabin.

Spencer was right. Inside was like being in a romantic movie. 

The place was cozy, with a fireplace in the middle and a large couch with thick blankets. In the back was a small table already set neatly for two. Not to mention the enormous windows with a spectacular lake view.

"This is so beautiful. Look at the lights! A table for two? Wine? You went the extra mile here!" You complimented your boyfriend as you took in the place. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

"Ah! And you haven't seen the hot tub yet," Spencer mumbled into your skin, filling your stomach with butterflies.

"I assume we won't sleep tonight," you giggled, turning to face Spencer. He had a playful look.

"Maybe not, but we can do that tomorrow," he offered, pecking the tip of your nose.

"I doubt it if we need to leave early," you pouted. Spencer smirked.

"We don't have to. Indeed, we don't have to come back until Monday noon."

Monday noon? You were not understanding.

"Spencer, don't be silly. Liv can't stay with JJ the entire weekend, and we have work," you tried to reason, but that only got you a wider smile from Spencer.

"In fact, she can. JJ promised the boys a trip to the zoo tomorrow and the kid's carnival in Virginia on Sunday. JJ invited Liv to join them, and she said yes," he informed you. You narrowed your eyes to him.

"Are you letting our six-old pick her activities for the weekend now?" Spencer giggled.

"Yep. This time, at least. And! About work, you don't have to worry. I have time off until Tuesday, and I talked with Alan, so you do too."

You were impressed. Spencer indeed took care of all the details.

"Unbelievable. And I have to guess you packed clothes for the weekend too?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Your guess is correct. Although I do plan you won't wear many clothes this weekend. I would even venture to say we'll stay naked most of the time," Spencer whispered in your ear.

"Spencer Reid! What a perverted mind of yours," you scolded him, trying to disguise the growing desire you already had. He chuckled, leaning back to look at you.

"I know, but you love me for that."

"And for so many other things. Do you want me to show you?" You asked him, running your index finger up and down his chest.

"Oh yes, please," he agreed, kissing you. You welcomed the gesture, capturing his lips in yours. Your hands now fled up his shoulders until they were secured around his neck. Spencer gripped your hips to keep you in place. 

Soon after, the kiss grew in heat and need. No one could have blamed you; it had been weeks since you both hadn't been together. Not even your best toy had been enough to appease how you missed him.

You were ready to have him right there and then. But it seemed Spencer had other plans because when you were about to undo his shirt buttons without breaking the kiss, one of his hands stopped you.

"Wait," he mumbled into your lips, reluctantly parting his lips from yours.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried about doing something inappropriate or making him uncomfortable.

"Nothing. I mean, I'm as desperate as you are," Spencer answered, almost huffing. You didn't understand then why he stopped. Spencer saw the confusion in your eyes and hurried to explain. "It's just that dinner is ready, and we have a bottle of wine waiting for us," he explained, head pointing to the table.

"But baby, dinner can wait," you suggested seductively, giving your best bedroom eyes to him. You wanted nothing but him to give in and fuck you senseless.

Spencer bit his lower lip, considering your offer for a second. It didn't help you were toying with his shirt buttons, not breaking eye contact and batting your eyelashes at him.

"Ugh! Fuck dinner," Spencer decided, pulling you full to his body to kiss your lips. You gladly complied, shoving your arms around his neck again and kissing him back.

Not breaking apart, you both stumbled between the furniture to reach the bedroom. But once there, you couldn't help but part from Spencer's lips to turn and admire the place. Candles were scattered over each surface, giving a dim glow to the room.

"This is amazing, Spencer."

Spencer chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"All for you, my sweet girl," he purred in your ear. You love how horny he gets when he calls you like that. And hearing him talk made you shudder in anticipation. You were desperate for him. You have been like this for weeks and couldn't wait any longer.

"Please, Spencer. I need you," you begged, leaning back to rest your head on his shoulder.

"And I need you," he told you while his hands danced dangerously down your lower stomach and his lips kissed your neck. His hot breath on your skin set you aflame, and the moan ripping your throat sounded nasty and eager, but you couldn't care less.

Spencer's hands traveled to the hem of your top, pulling it up. You eased his task, raising your arms. With the garment out, Spencer's hand moved to unclasp your bra. After tugging the fabric off of you, he tossed it behind him.

You turned then to face him. He groaned, seeing your breasts. His hands cupped each of them as magnets, massaging the flesh and coaxing a moan from you.

"I missed these girls," he breathed before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling around the bud felt amazing. You were so soaked already by his ministrations in your sensitive skin that you could have cum right then.

"Feels so good," you moaned, eyes closed shut and arching your back to give him better access.

Releasing your nipple with a pop, Spencer was now focused on the other one. Both needed the same treatment. Your hands flew to his wild curls, tugging them for what you got a grunt from Spencer.

"Harder," he demanded, and you obliged, tugging harder this time. A moan escaped from Spencer's mouth, vibrating in your skin and making you dizzy.

"Fuck, baby," you breathed. The noises coming from his mouth made you so wet and needy that you clenched your thighs together to get some friction, and you weren't even naked yet.

Out of instinct, your hands shifted to yank his shirt. Spencer understood what you wanted, and with his lips sucking and nipping your exposed skin, he unbuttoned and got rid of his shirt, tossing it to the floor.

"Spencer, please," you begged. You needed more, and you needed it now.

His hands moved to secure your ass and lift you up so your legs hooked around his waist. He walked both of you to the bed, climbing on his knees and bending you over the mattress.

"What do you want?" He asked, lips brushing yours and his voice husky with desire.

"You. All of you. Please."

"Don't worry, my sweet girl. I'll take care of you." His mouth was now kissing your neck as his hands started to unbutton your jeans.

The more desperate you were, the more Spencer tortured you by moving slower. Neither the whines nor the moans ripping from your throat were convincing enough. He wanted to take his sweet time with you.

After sliding your jeans down your legs and flinging them to the floor, Spencer's mouth focused on your calves first, kissing and licking up until reaching your thighs.

Your core throbbed in protest at the inattention, but it didn't wait long to feel Spencer's hot breath in your covered pussy. He groaned at the realization of how wet you were.

"All this for me?" He asked cockily, tracing the flimsy fabric with his fingers and making you moan.

"Yes! All of it. For you, baby," you panted and whined while Spencer toyed with the waistline of your panties.

"I need to taste you. Can I?" He asked. As if you were going to tell him no, which you wouldn't.

"Yes, yes, do it, baby."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice, gliding your panties down your legs and leaving you completely bare and at his mercy.

Seeing yourself so exposed might have made you feel vulnerable, but with Spencer, it didn't. Since the first time you both had sex, he had always treated you as the most precious thing in the world.

After licking a long stripe of your core, Spencer hummed, satisfied at last having you like this. You were the air his lungs missed.

Instinctively your hands found a home between his curls. You needed something to ground to as your boyfriend's tongue swirled around your swollen clit.

"So good. You taste so fucking good. I will never get tired of this," the man between your legs praised. It was true; if he could spend hours eating you out, he would. More than once, hearing your noises and feeling your moisture coating his tongue had been enough for him to cum.

This time though, he wanted you to cum first before he could ever think to do it himself. Still sucking your nub, he used his fingers to add to your pleasure. And it worked; as he finger-fucked you and lapped your clit, you were a moaning mess at the brink of cumming.

"Spencer! Right there! I'm gonna-shit!" You announced, shamelessly whining under his ministrations. Spencer knew you were close and sped his pace. Without stopping his task, he spoke his command.

"Cum for me. Let me drink it all."

His words rumbling in your core were what pushed you to the edge. You screamed his name, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair. A white-hot flash blurred your sight as your body filled with the pick of your pleasure.

"Spencer! Fuck!"

"That's my girl," he mumbled, dribbling at your core and swallowing everything you gave him. His fingers were still massaging that sweet spot, now slowly to help you to ride out your orgasm.

As you descended from your high, you noticed between half-lidded eyes a pair of hazel orbs looking at you in utter adoration.

"Good?" He asked, a lovesick smile plastered on his face. You huffed a laugh, still trying to regulate your breathing.

"You ask me that after I got hoarse from screaming your name?" You questioned in disbelief. Spencer chuckled.

"Yeah?"

"Come here," you demanded, pulling him up to kiss him. You could taste your own arousal coating his lips. The feeling made you both moan in unison.

"I love you," he mumbled on your lips.

"I love you too," you replied, still dizzy after your intense orgasm.

"We can stop if you want," he offered. You glanced at him, almost offended.

"If you stop, I'll break up with you," you threatened. Spencer laughed.

"Yes, ma'am."

Not waiting for another command, Spencer hovered over you, kissing you hungrily. You welcomed his passion, roaming down his naked torso and reaching his belt buckle. Then your hands were doing quick work to unfasten it.

"Eager, are we?" Spencer teased, nibbling at your collarbone.

"I could say the same," you bantered back, slightly palming his clothed erection. That made Spencer growl.

"I'm not going to lie, my sweet girl. I want to fuck you so bad," he grunted in your ear. And you moaned in anticipation.

"Then do it. Fuck me. I need your cock, baby. Fuck me hard until I forget my name," you begged, your voice giving away your desperation.

Spencer couldn't take it anymore; he kneeled on the mattress to undid his pants. He got rid of them and his boxers in record time. Both garments landed on the floor somewhere across the room.

Your eyes couldn't help but focus on Spencer's length hitting his lower stomach. It was painfully hard, head angry red and leaking precum. The sight watered your mouth. Oh, how bad you wanted it inside you, tearing you in two.

You let out a painful mewl at the thought, making Spencer chuckle.

"What is it?" Spencer taunted, already knowing what you wanted.

"Please, baby," you purred, hand wrapping around his length to pump it a few times. Spencer hissed when you did that.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you," he demanded. You whined, hoping that would be enough for him to give in, but it wasn't. He would wait until you told him exactly what you wanted.

"I need your big cock. In me. Fucking me senseless," you confessed, still moving your hand up and down Spencer's dick. That was the last straw for him. With one hand, he grabbed both of yours and pinned them above your head. You gasped at the sudden change of position, but Spencer was too focused on what he was doing even to care. His free hand held his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

Slowly he pushed forward, and you felt how you were filled by him inch by inch. A dragged moan ripped out of your mouth at the welcomed intrusion.

"So tight, so warm," Spencer praised, entranced by the sensation of you and the sight of him disappearing between your folds.

"Spencer. Oh my God."

Once he was fully inside, his gaze focused on your face. Eyes squeezed shut; eyebrows furrowed, and mouth agape.

"I missed you so much, my sweet girl," he declared, using one hand to stroke your cheek lovingly. You opened your eyes to find his hazel ones looking at you with utter devotion.

"I missed you too, Spence. So much," you acknowledged, basking in the feeling of him and, above all, enjoying that time alone you both needed.

"I would stay like this forever," Spencer recognized, pushing some hair strands out of your face. A moan tore from his chest when you involuntarily clenched your walls around him.

"Me too, but now you need to move," you whimpered, ready to receive everything he could offer you. Spencer nodded, pulling out almost entirely before slamming into you again to set a steady pace.

"Fuck, yes!" You cried, feeling Spencer thrust into you once and again.

The sound of skin hitting skin was sinful, and your moans only added to that erotic picture. Spencer's eyes didn't leave yours, trying to commit to memory your blissed expression. He loved being the one who could give you that much pleasure. He wanted that for the rest of his life.

"(Y/N), shit," he panted, leaning forward to rest his forearms on each side of your head so he could kiss you hard. You kissed him back with the same intensity, swallowing all his grunts escaping his mouth with each thrust.

You were lost in the pleasure he was giving you, but nothing seemed to be enough. You wanted all of him. To feel him in deeply in you.

"Harder! Please, harder. I can take it!"

Your demand came in the form of a broken moan. And who was Spencer to deny you anything? Leaning his head in the crook of your neck, his hips started to move faster and purposely deep. Grunting in your ear, he tried to do his best not to lose it.

"So you can take it, uh? My sweet girl is so fucking desperate for my cock. If people knew how a whore you get with my dick in you." He accompanied each word with a harsh thrust, leaving you like a moaning mess.

You loved Spencer's dirty talk. It always got you there in no time. And this occasion wasn't the exception.

"Baby, I'm so close," you whined, scratching his biceps with your nails.

"Fuck, me too," Spencer added, panting hard and feeling his thrusts faltering.

"Please, don't stop!" You begged, almost at the edge of your climax.

"I won't," he grunted, thrusting deeper if possible.

"Shit! Oh God!"

"Cum for me! Cum on my cock, please," Spencer demanded with the last ounce of strength before succumbing to his own pleasure. And his words worked. After he commanded you to come, your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

"Fuck! Yes!" you cried as your walls constricted and your sight went blank.

"(Y/N), argh!" Spencer grunted, thrusting in and out to ride out your high and chase his own.

"Give it to me. Come on, Spencer. Give it to me!" you chanted, clenching your walls with the spasms of your climax. That drove Spencer to the edge, emptying himself in you. His warmth filled you and almost pushed you into another orgasm.

Spencer's body collapsed onto yours. His heavy breathing matched yours. As you descended from your highs, your hands found Spencer's damped hair. Spencer's hand rubbed circles in your naked waist as your fingers racked between his locks.

After some sense of reality brought you both back, Spencer pulled out of you and headed to the bathroom to get a wet cloth and clean the remnants of your mess. Tossing the fabric into the hamper, he laid down next to you.

"Wow. That - that was amazing," you puffed, still trying to catch your breath and scooting closer to rest your head on his chest.

"Yeah. More than amazing," Spencer added, securing your waist with his arms around.

It had been a long time since you had spent an evening like this. Without the pressure of time, your work, or chores to do.

"Thank you," you told Spencer, lazily gesturing around the room. You both were still regulating your breath. Spencer turned his head to look at you and smiled.

"You are welcome," he winked. And you could have ended the conversation there, but you felt the urge to let out what was on your mind.

"I'm not only talking about this, you know? I mean, I do," you tried to explain. "But it's everything, I guess?" Spencer raised an eyebrow. There was something else; he could feel it.

"(Y/N), if someone should be thankful, that would be me. Believe me," Spencer retorted softly. You shook your head, avoiding eye contact. Noticing your reaction, he leaned with a forearm on the mattress and reached to stroke your cheek so you could look at him again.

Maybe it's true sex can get you emotional; you didn't know, honestly. But you couldn't help the tears rolling down your cheeks- tears that alarmed your boyfriend.

"Hey, what's it, baby? Did I do or say something wrong?" Spencer asked when he saw your glassy eyes. You hastened to explain.

"No! You didn't do anything bad. It's the opposite, actually," you started. Spencer narrowed his eyes, trying to catch your train of thought. 

While collecting your ideas, you sat in bed. Spencer mimicked you, giving you time to develop whatever was in your head.

"I won't tell you this to make you feel bad or guilty. But I need it to prove my point, okay?" You prefaced. Spencer nodded in silence. After letting out a deep sigh, you spoke again.

"I'm not going to say I fell in love with you the day I met you, but between that point and our first date, I knew I had fallen hard for you. And it was tough to realize things between us didn't evolve like a fairy tale. After you left, reality hit me: I was alone against the world again. But this time, I had a human being who depended on me," you sighed, remembering when you discovered you were pregnant. Spencer kept a respectful silence, waiting for you to continue.

"For a long time, I convinced myself I needed to fall in love again to get over you. And I tried. I swear I looked for it. But at some point, I stopped. It just didn't make sense, you know? I couldn't force my heart to do that. And I wondered if that kind of love wasn't meant for me. I settled with that idea to move on," you shrugged, gazing at him. You noticed how guilty he felt even if he didn't say anything.

"Spencer, I never hated you, even if you thought I did at some point. Truthfully, I hated myself for believing I could have gotten more from you than I did."

Spencer looked at you intensely, fighting the urge to say something. But he promised he would listen.

"And then life made us cross paths again. It wasn't conventional, but it happened, and the idea of having you in my life again scared the shit of me. I didn't want my heart hurt, but I did it for Olivia. And when I tried to shield myself from you, you still managed to reach me and rebuild the love you broke in me. I didn't feel it was possible, but you did it. That's why I thank you. Even if you broke my heart, you gathered the pieces and cared for them until they became whole again. You restored my faith in love."

As you ended speaking, you caught Spencer's tearing eyes. Yours surely looked the same.

"I love you," Spencer mumbled, barely blinking to avoid letting go of his tears. You smiled. Those words were the reassurance you needed in a moment of vulnerability like this.

"And I love you too if you didn't notice it from what I just said," you finished your statement with a joke, trying to lighten the mood. Spencer shook his head, chuckling. You giggled, satisfied with his reaction. That giggle morphed into a wide smile when his lips met yours in a long, sweet kiss.

When the kiss ended, Spencer rested his forehead on yours, basking in the intimate moment you were having. And without any prompting, he just said...

"Marry me."

After the words left his mouth, he realized what he had done. Opening his eyes, he saw yours filled with confusion.

"What?"

It slipped, but there was nothing but truth in his request. Spencer was convinced he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, be your husband, and love you how you deserved to be loved.

Chuckling nervously, he shook his head.

"It is not like I pictured this to go, but I can't wait any longer," he confessed. The cat was out of the bag.

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

"Please. Give me a second. Wait right here."

Before you could say anything, he quickly got up from the bed and ran to the living room. Seeing your naked boyfriend jumping out of bed into the hallway was humorous enough to make a joke. Still, you were so confused about what was happening that nothing came out of your mouth.

"Where are you-" You stuttered.

"I'll be right back!" 

He was right. In less than a minute, Spencer reappeared in the room, one of his fists clenched. He quickly knelt on the mattress in front of you, and with his free hand, he took yours.

"Like I said. It wasn't how I imagined doing this, but I guess Rossi was right when he told me you can't fabricate the perfect moment, but you can feel it, though," he prefaced.

"Spencer-"

“(Y/N). I love you, and I'll love you until my last breath and beyond. There is no one I want to be with for the rest of my days but you. You are the one for me; you already gave me your heart and one of the most precious gifts I could ask for, our little Olivia. And I want to make you both happy for the rest of my life."

Although you already suspected where this was going, your brain still couldn't believe the scene unfolding before you.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?"

Your jaw dropped after hearing the question. Spencer was proposing to you? It couldn't be. Although things were going well between you in this universe, you did not expect something like this at this moment.

Spencer took your silence as discomfort, so he tried to explain himself.

"I know this is unconventional. I had never proposed to anyone kneeling on a mattress, naked and shaking, either for feeling cold or be extremely nervous, I don't know. Well, I never proposed to anyone before, but you know what I mean-" Spencer rambled until you cut him off.

"Yes!" You blurted. And this time, it was Spencer who was surprised by your retort.

"What? 'Yes, I never proposed to anyone before' or 'Yes, I didn't do it being naked?'" he questioned, narrowing his eyes.

You laughed when you saw your boyfriend's face trying to figure out what you were referring to.

"Silly, 'yes' is my answer. I'll marry you," you repeated, beaming.

The confusion quickly turned to elation. You said yes. You agreed to marry him and be his wife. This was one of the happiest days of his life.

Without warning, he caught you with his arms in a tight embrace, laughing and letting out tears of happiness, hiding his head in your neck and inhaling your essence, evidence that you and this moment were real.

"So yes?" He asked when he parted, only for good measure.

"A million times yes," you assured him, leaning to kiss your now fiancee's lips.

A million times, you would say to him yes. That million times represent the love for that man who just asked to marry him, naked in the bed where he just fucked you like there wasn't tomorrow, in a cabin lost in the woods he picked to have time alone with you. This is the same man that broke your heart and mended it with time, care, and devotion. The man that gave you a beautiful daughter and just had promised life by your side.

Things were unconventional with Spencer Reid, no doubt, but unconventional is the story between you and him, so why not? 

This moment starts another chapter in your unconventional life together, and you are already eager to know what the future will bring you.

Are you guys not eager to know too?

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wake up call

( no bc Barry looks so sweet in this gif I can't )

Fandom: Eternals

Pairing: Druig x mutant!reader (siphon like rogue but w/o the life force bit)

Warnings: none really

When you joined forces with the eternals - a mere mutant, but powerful nonetheless - you never expected to become close with them. Sersei in particular took a liking to you, promising to style your hair and do your makeup sometimes. The days and nights were fun, to say the least. You hung out, introduced Ikaris to the concept of smiling, et cetera.

You loved to watch them work, often crouching and sucking some of Sprite's power to hide yourself in the shadows when you weren't needed, simply watching as the troupe fought yet another stray deviant.

Ikaris was always amazing to see; twin bolts of something hotter than hot zapping straight from his eyes. It was exhilarating, to be frank. Sersei was gorgeous, as usual; her long, fluid movements perfectly calculated for each strike. The rest were not super outstanding, you supposed, though one of them stumped you.

Druig. A seemingly moody teenager type, he tended to stick to the shadows. What kind of a name was that anyway? In any case you barely knew what he could do because he never used his powers.

In fact, you barely knew anything about him, other than he liked to call you "witch" for no reason at all. It wasn't a really affectionate or even pleasing nickname, you often thought.

It was always, "Morning, witch," when he came into the kitchen only half dressed for a piece of toast; or "Need help, witch?" when you couldn't reach something on a top cupboard. Still topless, he made it a habit to press against your back intentionally as he got it for you.

Stupid eternal, you'd think as you scampered back to your room. What's wrong with getting it like a normal person?

To be fair, you deliberately chose cups on the very top shelf... maybe he felt the same weird thing in his stomach as you did when his body molded against yours. You supposed you'd never know.

You did suppose, but Ajak sent you to wake Druig up one Saturday morning, and you realized he usually woke up like clockwork at around 6, but it was 7:15 and he hadn't even gotten out of bed.

"Druig?" you asked, tapping on the door of his room. The old hinges creaked; the door was open. You walked inside with haste before stopping in your tracks.

Wh- Woah.

The man was shaped like a Greek god, all spread-eagled on his bed. Limbs hung over the side as he slumbered peacefully half on his side, half on his stomach.

Wow. Just wow.

His back was completely exposed and the sheets were pulled back, showing the curve of his hips and just a little lower. You were relieved to find he at least slept in underwear. They came down low, though, much to one part of you's delight.

He stirred, long dark eyelashes fluttering.

"Druig?" You tried again, hoping that now he was lucid enough to answer.

Nothing but a sleepy "hmm~", but it was progress.

"Druig? Love, wake up." Okay. The 'love' was completely unnecessary, but you felt proud of yourself for handling his state of undress so well. So far. You could feel some sense of propriety unraveling within you as you spent more and more time with these eternals.

You didn't want to touch him- but you did, and you were going to admit it to yourself. The wide span of his back practically called your name, and you gave in finally.

His skin was smooth, dotted all over with little freckles. You could feel the bunching of muscles as they flexed under your palm.

TWO ENDINGS FOR THIS ONE (bc i have no life apparently)

ENDING 1:

Something switched on in your mind. You couldn't move- no, you didn't want to. Everything in you suddenly wanted to stay sitting on the bed, even lie down next to him.

Then you noticed his eyes fluttering open, more golden than the sun.

Ah.

"It's unfair to use powers," You tried to remark, but your mouth wouldn't respond. You couldn't pull your hand away.

"Sorry, witch. Force of habit." He chuckled, but didn't turn it off.

This man's gonna be the death of me.

"I can hear you, you know." His eyes were of the brightest gold. They seemed to glow even brighter than before as he began to sift through your thoughts. Finally, he sat up, sleepily stretching. You had to tamp your mouth shut to keep from drooling.

"What are you doing here, witch?" It was said so affectionately that you nearly forgot what you were here for.

"I- Ajak sent me to wake you." You shivered under the weight of his golden gaze, mind struggling against his hold as he combed through it. No- don't let him find-

Shit.

He chuckled, moving his cheek to press against yours. A soft sigh left him as the movement had its desired effect on you: your brain went blank for a while as his own dirty thoughts wormed their way into your mind. It felt odd, but you accepted him all the same, unable to do much differently under his control.

"Oh, you," he finally said when he found what he was looking for, whispering against the shell of your ear, "You naughty, naughty witch."

ENDING 2:

The sleeping eternal stirred again, starting to come out of it. You panicked and tried to return to a respectable distance, and would have if his hand on your wrist hadn't stopped you. His fingers curled around your own hand, dragging it back to his skin.

Your fingertips settled on a spot just below his heart, watching Druig intently as his eyes fluttered open. He normally had the softest, sweetest blue eyes you'd ever seen; though right now they glowed a hungry gold in the dark room.

"Hullo," he said softly, dragging a fingertip down your burning cheek, "What are you doing here, witch? Come to kill me in my sleep?" You shook your head violently, no words forming on your tongue.

"Well, least you can do is come 'ere." And he pulled you into him.

"But Ajak-"

"Can wait. 'M sleeping."

~

( which ending do you like better? )

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Shoto's First Kiss Timeline? Idk let's plot it out together

Gif Caption: Me and Shoto sitting together on the train, vibing. 💕

Hi All!!

If you're a fan of the Shoto's First Kiss series, Chapter 5 dropped at like 3:30 am EST this morning because I am an absolute HEATHEN and decided to have a late night/early morning editing session for 3 hours before posting. This was fun because I decided to add the whole Lisa Frank phone background scene for kicks and add a little more build up to the smut scene (I love a slowish burn...what can I say!?).

@brie-is-cheesy had some great questions in the comments of Chapter 5, I'm going to post it below and answer the best I can! I don't have a full answer to everything and I'm taking some ✨creative liberties ✨ here and there but lets see if I can clear some things up for my lovely readers!

Hiiiii, totally loved it; I was wondering when this is set? Like the timeline, I just got confused I'll leave the list of confusing things about the timeline,, I wrote about how much I love this in my reblog cuz this is awesome!! -since bnha is set in the mid to late 2100s I was wondering if the older songs they're listening to will include songs that are relatively new for us as of now? -when does this occur? Like you mentioned they're in their first year, and its after they've moved into the dorms but it's nearing the summer of next year, so is it after the war arc, or after the events of bnha entirely? Just wanted to ask! Thank you for the update!!<3 - brie-is-cheesy

Okay these are FAB questions and honestly I can't give you a straight answer to all of them!

Here's the background: So this story started out as a one shot - this past year, Shoto hasn't been one of my main MHA favorites. When I started the Red Riot Unbreakable Heart blog, my goal was to focus on what I've been calling "My Big Three." This includes Kirishima (lol thus my username), Hakws, and Hitoshi Shinsou (I love me an emo man). I was sprinkling in smutty one shots here and there involving other characters (ex. BakuDeku Smut: Hooking Up At A Pro Hero Gala and Beneath the Bookshelves | BakuDeku ). Shoto was one of those random one offs that I was like, huh why not!? But then I published Shoto's First Kiss (Part One) this one shot about Reader x Shoto totally took off in a way I wasn't expecting. Shoto resonates a lot with you all and the more I started writing for him, the more I grew to love him. He's so complex and in need of love and care. He has so much capacity for love!! I wanted to explore that more and figure out how he would act in his first encounters with intimacy and relationships. So I kept posting chapters, and started plotting out this wild story!

Timeline: When I started writing the one shot, I wanted the story to ambiguously take place in the 2nd or 3rd year when the characters were a little older. I was kind of working it in an AU where the war had vaguely happened and was over but everyone is okay and no one was injured/died/had their quirk impacted by AFO. In the context of Shoto's First Kiss chapter one - the war doesn't matter (at least if you re-read it I hope you don't find any plot holes mentioning the war!?). Also I have tried to say "Class A" instead of "Class 1A" because as I wrote more chapters, I still hadn't figured out what year we are in here.

Now that we're world building and have a more fleshed out story, here's what I'm thinking. Bare with me, we are going to need to suspend some disbelief here and I might need to go back and make some tweaks to previous chapters to keep everything in line with this line of thinking. But let's say this:

Timeline: The timeline takes place in the character's 1st year. I just combed through this timeline of MHA that someone put together on Reddit. I'm thinking this likely takes place at the end of Term 1. Final exams are coming up, and the students have heard a little about the training camp. Most of the MHA events so far are probably cannon in my fic universe, unless otherwise mentioned. The great thing for me is - most of MHA is in the context of Izuku's experiences, so there's a lot of wiggle room in the timeline for what could be happening between Shoto x The Reader. I haven't decided if the current chapters take place before or after Shoto/Izuku/Ida's encounter with Stain, because I can see some interesting plot points coming from that. I'll think about it!! This may change, but for purposes of continuity I think this could work as I move forward with my plotting!

Age: All the characters are at least 16. Let's just roll with that and take some creative liberties here. I'm aging everyone up.

The Dorms: In this fic universe, I pictured the students moving into the dorms at the start of the year. Like the dorms are just part of the normal UA experience - for all intents and purposes it's a boarding school.

The Songs: Okay this is a really interesting idea! I am literally just putting in playlists of music I like right now, I didn't think much about modern music flowing into the story. Lol would Honenuki listen to BRAT!? Maybe. I love him and think of him as a sweet chill cinnamon roll of a dude, though. I think he would be scandalized by Guess Featuring Billie Eilish. Or maybe he'd love it. He'd def love Chappell Roan, though. Dude is a sloot for Red Wine Super Nova and I just know it!

The Vibe: @ all of my beloved readers - I realize that this story means a lot to people, and I love that!! Even though we explore complex and serious subject matter at times, this is still a goofy silly story that I write for fun! Please don't hold me to these ideas that I'm throwing out in a semi-public brainstorm. I am but a simple fanfic writer who churns out most of the Shoto pages at midnight after I work two jobs. Shoto's First Kiss is a project that I write purely for fun and to build community with other adult MHA fans. I'm not like going to publish this as a book or put it on Patr*on behind a paywall or something. So let's keep it light! That being said, I love interacting with everyone so if there are fun questions that you think would be interesting for me to answer in this story, let me know! I'm very open to hearing thoughts and considering new ideas here :)

Okay okay SORRY FOR SO MUCH INFO! Thanks again @brie-is-cheesy for being so thoughtful in your reading and for asking these great questions! This is def going to help me guide the next few chapters of the story as I plot things out and as we get a satisfying next chapter in The Party arc. I'm going to post this reply on my Master List so we can all keep track of it and come back to it easily if needed.

As always, thanks for reading!! Sending good vibes to all ☺️

XOXO,

Red Riot Unbreakable Heart ❤️

Shoto's First Kiss Series:

Part 1: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Part 2: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2

Part 3: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 3

Part 4: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 4

Part 5: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 5

My Master List

Red's Recos: If you're looking for more fun smutty stories from my writing desk, I'll share 3 of my all time favorites from my Master List. These are all fairly long and have a lot of sexual tension/build up with some satisfying smut scenes:

How to Suck Your Best Friend’s D*ck 🍆💋

BakuDeku Smut: Hooking Up At A Pro Hero Gala

A Long, *Hard* Night with Eijiro Kirishima

[geddy-leesbian]

Hii, 8 + 22 from Autumn Themed Prompt for Lethan ? :))

sorry this took me forever, I'm not much of a Lethan shipper and struggled through writer's block. I also didn't write down both prompts in your ask for some reason so this only has "I need a place to stay." 😭

but I do have some bonus gifs to go with it at least <3

(and I took it in a,, creative direction AU wise. 80's AU, Ethan is a sound engineer, Leon is a receptionist at the same recording studio Ethan works at.)

While they were coworkers at the recording studio, Leon didn't know Ethan all that well. Leon was a receptionist at the fuck desk, and Ethan was a sound engineer who worked with artists in the back, so their paths rarely crossed. 

But he did know it was unusual for Ethan to linger around in the studio like this, just awkwardly standing around in the lobby after he was done working, instead of rushing home to his family. That was the real reason Leon didn't know the man well. Leon liked parties and accepted any invitations, but with Ethan it was always “I need to get home to Mia” and then, later, “I need to get home to Rose.”

“Hey, Ethan, anything I can help you with?”

“Yeah, there's something I wanted to ask you. I need a place to stay. And I know you've let down on their luck people stay with you before to get back on their feet, so I thought it couldn't hurt to ask. I really don't want to impose on you, I wouldn't be asking if it was just me, but it's about my daughter too,” Ethan rambles nervously. “I've been fighting with Mia for a while now, she's really fed up and wants to take a break. She wants me out of the house, said I could take Rose, but I don't feel comfortable taking her to whatever cheap motel I– Nevermind. Just forget I said all this, babies aren't desirable roommates, and I shouldn't be dumping my problems on someone I barely know.”

“First of all, everyone dumps their problems on me. It's basically part of the job description. Normal receptionist things, look pretty and smile and nod when musicians flirt with me, and be a supportive listener when musicians start venting,” Frankly Ethan's problems are nothing compared to what he's used to, drugs, affairs, band member drama caused by drugs and/or affairs… Admittedly there could be some more serious issues in Ethan's marriage that Leon doesn't know about, but at the very least there isn't any inter-band conflict making it more complicated. “Second of all, my mind is a steel trap. I'm not forgetting anything you said. I've got a spare bedroom that can be yours. As soon as I get off, I'll follow you home and help you get whatever you need loaded in your car.”

Leon isn't insisting on going because he thinks Ethan actually needs help loading things. It's just his lowkey way to provide emotional support, because Leon would still be in a toxic relationship with Krauser getting treated like shit every single day if Claire hadn't eventually decided to show up and pack Leon's shit up and take him with her. Every time he tried to leave Krauser on his own, he either lost the courage before he finished packing, or he left but only lasted a day or two before crawling back. Leon is going to make sure Ethan does get out of his toxic situation too. 

“You don't have to do that.”

“I'm going to.”

-

The weirdest thing about having a baby in his household is that it sure doesn't feel like there's a baby in his house. Ethan does his best to minimize himself and not intrude on Leon, so Rose is either in the guest room, with Mia, or with a babysitter at all times. Leon never sees her, and it's surprisingly disappointing. 

“Hey, Ethan,” Leon eventually says when they pass each other in the hallway. “You know you're not confined to your room like a prisoner, right? You can bring Rose's highchair out to the kitchen and feed her there. She can play with her toys on the living room floor. It's not good for her to be cooped up in a small room all day.”

“I'm already imposing on you enough as is. I'm not going to take over more of your house.”

“Look, I grew up in foster care. Bounced through a few homes, and the one constant between them was that I always had a million siblings I had to share space with. I'm more than used to living with kids. I actually hate coming home to a quiet house, just doesn't feel right. Stay here as long as you want. Take up as much space as you want,” Ethan looks at him silently, expression as impossible to decipher as always. Leon feels bold enough to keep pushing. “I'm serious. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but I accidentally overheard you on the phone the other day. Something about you wanting to be able to take Rose to more of her appointments but not being in a position to cut back on your work hours. If you need to quit for a while to have some breathing room while you figure out Rose's health issues and the rest of your divorce, you can.”

“I'm not quitting,” Still, Ethan's resolve crumbled a bit. “But I might cut back on my hours. Just for Rose's sake, and I'll still try to move out as soon as possible. Probably when the divorce is final and I don't have attorney fees eating into every paycheck.”

“Do whatever you need to, and make yourself at home in the meantime.”

-

For the majority of his life, Leon couldn't see even a hint of domestic bliss in his future. As a child, the thought of being someone's wife felt suffocating, and the thought of being a mother made his skin crawl. Once he began his new life, one that felt so much more authentic and right, there were moments the thought of being a father appealed to him. 

But then he met Jack Krauser and everything went to shit. He wasted far too much of his life living under that asshole's thumb. It was bad enough to make him swear off of dating and, by extension, having a family. He had a good thing going. No boyfriends, no domestic bliss, no babies. Just hook-ups. He was happy with that. Until Ethan got him yearning for more again. 

Ethan is almost always home when Leon gets home. He cut back his studio hours, something he had an easier time doing after getting a side hustle he can do at home; putting his art skills to use making album covers for the smaller bands that wanted cheap art for their first albums. If Ethan doesn't have any art to work on, he'll be playing with Rose. If he is working on a piece, Rose is in her plastic seat on the floor with enough toys to keep her occupied, and Ethan puts his art supplies away when Leon walks in. 

Regardless, the first thing Leon does when he gets home is get down on the floor with Rose. He really does like having a baby around, especially one as cute and sweet as Rose. Ethan greets Leon briefly and then goes to the kitchen to start on dinner, because cooking makes him feel a bit less like a leech. 

Leon feels like someone poured a bucket of ice over him the morning Ethan leaves earlier than normal, with Rose in a baby carrier, announcing he was going to look at an apartment that he found out about through word of mouth with rent he thought he could swing. 

Leon calls in sick to work, and it's not entirely a lie, he does feel sick from the thoughts of Ethan moving out of his modest but nice and safe house to go live in some shitty apartment with Rose, and, most devastating, him coming home to an empty house everyday. Instead of wallowing in self pity, he springs into action. He's not a great cook, but manages to throw some sandwiches and salad together and set the table for lunch while waiting for Ethan to get back. He's a bit confused when he does get back and Leon ushers him to the kitchen, but goes along with it, putting Rose in her highchair and then sitting down himself.

“I wanted to talk to you about moving out,” Leon begins. “I don't think you should. Not yet. I like having you and Rose here, and I don't like the thought of you two in some shitty apartment in the bad part of town just because you think you're bothering me. That would bother me more, having to worry about you.”

“I guess I'll stick around,” Ethan sports his signature deer in headlights face when he looks down at the table, particularly at the bottle of wine. “Am I supposed to feel like I'm on a date with you right now?”

“Not really,” The fact Ethan doesn't seem disgusted or at all upset by the concept of going on a date with Leon gives him some courage. “I was going to take you out to eat somewhere when I asked you out instead of making anything here. But I had to talk you into staying today and getting a babysitter and a reservation for somewhere nice wouldn't be possible on such short notice.”

“Well, I won't say no if you ask me out on a real date in a few days.”

“Noted.”

“And Rose is about ready for a nap. The atmosphere might be a bit more romantic without a baby in the room.”

Leon nods and gets up to grab Rose. 

[fortheloveoflatinum]

Watching Star Trek: The Motion Picture - Part the First

✨ YES to Spock with long hair. I hold out the hope we'll get a SNW version of long-haired Spock because he is beautiful even in a wig.

✨ YES to Bones calling Kirk 'Jim' because the unresolved sexual tension between them is definitely A Thing TM. And YES to Kirk saying, "I need you. Damn it, Bones. I need you. Badly." Um I don't know about you but most of the time that's how smut starts. It's as if they literally lifted the line straight from the pages of an erotica novel.

✨ Definitely yes to all the tiny lil astronauts flying about as if space-fashion hadn't changed much since the year 1979 but doing flips because it's actually 2269.

🌌 Definite NO to all the orange suits tho. I mean if imma go to space, I'm gonna want something sleek and fashionable to wear and not some clunky suit from the pre-digital era and remind me again how Discovery took place BEFORE all this.... And seemed to have better space suits....

✨ The soundtrack is literally the best part of the film so far. Other than the scene between Jim and Bones because that was kinda hot.

🌌 Just noticed that Disco reused the 'OH NO something is on an intercept course with Earth and we're the ONLY people in the entire GALAXY who can stop them.' Old trope, I guess. Tried and (sometimes) true. Always foiled. Without fail. So predictable at this point you could bet your last strip of latinum that Earth would be alright in the end. Just saying.

✨ Oooh and the little look that Kirk & McCoy exchange after Spock leaves the bridge is everything. What is our Vulcan doing? Find out in the next edition of this post, coming soon to a dashboard near you.

Caption of the GIF for all the Captains out there who can't see it: James T. Kirk in profile, wearing one of those blue pajama uniforms from Star Trek: The Motion Picture, reaching out his hand to a bearded McCoy, who is wearing a greyish V-neck that drives up the rating of this GIF to TV-14. Kirk is seen thrusting his hand forward forcefully, and McCoy (after a moment of hesitation) takes it. End scene.

[trulybetty]

dec' x 20 - coming home

Prompt: coming home Pairing: frankie x reader Word Count: 1,253 Warnings: cold weather, homecomings, mentions of Frankie's curls, general fluff and we're un-beta'd here, all mistakes are my own. Summary: Frankie returns home after his first deployment of your relationship. AO3: Linked

x. masterlist

A/N: I figured since I had this one ready to go I'd post it. Might queue up what I have done and circle back to the days that need completing before the month is out. If I tried to write now, I think it would be a series of gif's and gibberish in hope I got my story across lol

The air was cold and sharp and stung at his eyes. He reached up to pull his cap down out of habit, forgetting he’d left it on the bedside table two minutes too late when he’d left over three weeks ago. The ground was a mix of slushy snow and ice mixed with the grit of salt. The salt trucks had come around the base early that morning but would do little once the night's colder temperatures came in to freeze it over. 

He hadn’t been permitted to fly into base. Part of the process of post-deployment and debriefing, but he had heard the pilots discussing the weather. The mass snowstorm that had hit Colorado had eased enough for them to be flown in, allowing them to come home as planned. 

Home. 

Frankie thought it to be such a novel concept suddenly. He’d never referred to returning to base home in the past. But with you there now, the word had slipped from his tongue more than once.  

Communication was cut off during reconnaissance. As it usually was standard, but this time all personal communication devices had been sequestered and he’d had no chance to send you a message that he was on his way back. A part of him, something that he hadn’t allowed himself to indulge in before you, had imagined seeing you on the tarmac, at the parking lot. 

He’d never had anyone waiting for him before. 

He’d watched all the other guys at some point in their lives come home to waiting arms eager to have them home. Heck, even Santiago had someone there waiting for him at homecoming on more than one occasion. It wasn’t like there hadn’t been anyone, there had been several relationships before you - but none had existed to run the gauntlet of that first deployment, tapping out before things could get serious or unable to cope with the trappings of military life.

Things between the two of you were still so new. Yes, there had been the whirlwind year playing fast and loose with the notion of it just being ‘fun’ and ‘friends with benefits’. But you had jumped into the deep end with him without the preamble of a typical relationship. 

Within two weeks of saying yes, your apartment was packed, a new remote position was signed and all his belongings on base were already packed and making their way to Colorado. 

As part of their cover, their return was coordinated to coincide with the homecoming of a troop from Afghanistan. The tarmac was heaving with emotions and bodies, families and friends creating a sea of faces, each one searching for their own loved one. Frankie and his Delta team, always adept at slipping in unnoticed, used this chaos to their advantage. But Frankie's eyes were solely focused on one thing – finding you in the crowd.

Will, standing beside him, nudged his arm. “She gonna be here, man?” His voice was barely audible over the commotion.

Frankie shrugged, a tightness in his chest. “Don't know,” he admitted, the uncertainty was gnawing at him. What if you weren’t here? What if you didn’t know? He hadn't been able to get a message to you, to tell you he was coming back. You still didn’t know anyone on the base and he wondered if anyone had reached out to let you know.

Then, like a scene from a movie, the crowd parted, and there you were. Lost amongst the sea of people, pulling your coat tighter around you, seemingly too thin against the Colorado winter, your eyes scanning the area, a look of hopeful anticipation across on your face.

Frankie's breath caught in his throat. It had only been three weeks since he'd seen you last, but in that moment, it felt too long. The way the cold air made your eyes brighter, the way your breath formed clouds in the frosty air, the way you bit your lip in concentration – it was like seeing you for the first time all over again.

He hadn’t even realized he was moving until he was halfway through the crowd, his focus solely on you. The noise around him faded to a dull roar, the cold, the discomfort, the fatigue from his deployment, all of it disappeared. All that mattered was the few feet of distance that still separated you from him.

Will called out something behind him, but Frankie didn’t hear it. His entire world had narrowed down to the space where you stood.

As you finally noticed him, your eyes widened in surprise, then filled with unmistakable joy. A smile broke across your face, a smile that reached your eyes and lit up your entire being. Frankie felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the temperature.

You started towards him, a little hesitant at first, as if you couldn’t believe he was really there. Then, as if suddenly realizing it was indeed him, you broke into a run.

Frankie met you halfway, and when you threw your arms around him, all the pent-up emotions, the fears, the loneliness, seemed to melt away. He held you tightly against him, breathing in the scent of your hair, feeling the realness of your presence. This was what he had missed the most – the simple yet profound comfort of holding you.

You didn’t dare let go, didn’t dare blink for fear he would no longer be standing before you. You wanted to touch his face, feel his lips beneath your fingertips. You wanted to leave with him in hand as much as you wanted to stay in that moment and ignore the fact that this was to be one of many times when he’d be taken away from you at a moment's notice.

“I’m sorry I missed Christmas,” he said, finally breaking the quiet between you.

You gave him a half smile, “I kept the lights up for you.”

“I would’ve called if I could,” Frankie said, his voice thick with emotion. “I missed you so much.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with eyes shining with tears. “I missed you too.”

You were tied to him now, you weren’t going anywhere. Anywhere he went you knew you’d follow. Whatever plans you’d made for your future were gone on the promise of forever. If he said jump you would say how high. 

You curled your finger around a curl at the nape of his neck, his forehead pressed against yours. You wanted it all with him and then some. You didn’t know then the cost that would take. But for that moment, it was just the two of you.

“Let’s go home,” you whispered, the word ‘home’ feeling more real and comforting than ever.

“I need to do something first,” he said softly.

Before you could ask what, he dipped his head capturing your lips with his, soft and gentle at first, as if getting familiar with one another for the first time again. Before the overwhelming need to make up for lost time urged him to deepen the kiss. Frankie's hands held your face gently but firmly, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as if he couldn't bear to let go.

You didn't know how much time had passed when Frankie pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours once more and you blinked to regain your focus.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said, his voice a whisper. 

You smiled, your heart feeling full. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you assured him.

[k-slla]

Happy holidays everybody! 🤍

A/N: This will fill the "Ultimatum" square for @jacklesversebingo

Word count: 3k / GIF from Pinterest

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of abuse, fluff

My Masterlist

You and Dean didn't say a word to each other for the whole ride back to the Bunker. This hunt today was a total disaster. 

As usual, Dean’s protectiveness and stubbornness had almost cost you your lives. And you know that he simply can't help it if he cares or worries too much about those close to him. Dean would do anything, give everything for the safety of his loved ones, even his own damned life if needed to. But sometimes it made you feel like he was incapable of trusting you enough to finish a hunt successfully on your own. He needed to stay beside you at all times. You felt like you never had any breathing room when working with him, and if anything, it only made you two more vulnerable.

You snuck a quick look at Dean in the driver seat. You let your eyes run over his soft brown hair that was now tousled, and small cuts and bruises which were covering most of his face and neck. His eyebrows were creased in concentration, his eyes were zeroed in on the road and his clenched jaw gave away the anger, you knew he was feeling inside. 

Both of you got injured today, you more than him, and neither wanted to take the blame for that. Tonight his focus was mostly on protecting you and you knew things would have to change from now on. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked outside of the passenger window. You had many things running through your mind that you would've loved to say to him, but decided against it. You knew, it would only rile him up even more, and you hoped that maybe, even if just for tonight, you could go to bed without fighting with him. So it felt better to stay quiet. 

When he parked the Baby, you got out of the car and grabbed your bag from the backseat. This time you didn’t wait up on Dean as usual, but marched straight out of the garage. “Hey, wait up! Y/N!” You heard him calling after you, and you knew what was coming, but you really didn't want to fight with him tonight. Dean still caught up on you in the library before you could disappear into your room. 

“Y/N, for the love of god, wait up.” You heard him stomping after you. You stopped at the hallway that led to your bedrooms. 

“What the hell was that in there? You almost got yourself killed tonight!” He snapped at you and threw his bag onto the floor. “I told you not to go in there alone. Why is it always so hard for you to listen to me?"

You wanted so badly to give him a piece of your mind, but you knew if both of you got angry again, talking things through definitely wouldn’t work out tonight. You tried to remain calm when you replied. “Dean, calm down, alright? There's no need to dissect every little thing about every single hunt we go to. Yes, I got hurt, but I'm fine, everything’s good. Let's just leave it at that.”

The look on his face was far from calm. “No, Y/N, we’re going to talk about this!” You saw his look soften just a little, but it might as well could've been your imagination. “And don't tell me to calm down. Not after you've gotten hurt.” You were exhausted and on the verge of crying already. “Dean, I am okay! Can I just go to bed?” You tried to calm him down. “Yeah, you're fine..” he scoffed. You took a deep breath as you knew he wouldn't drop it. “That shoulder I had to pop back for you, really shows that you are FINE!” He didn't seem to notice how you flinched at the way he yelled the last part. It brought back some painful memories for you. Those, you hadn't yet told him about. “Dean, I'm not dealing with you tonight. Goodnight.” You said through your teeth and quickly turned away from him to hide the tears that had started to run down your cheeks and walked towards your room. 

“Are you really marching away right now like a five year old?” he asked behind you. 

“Yes, I’m walking away like a five year old, because if I stay, we’re going to say things we would both regret later.” You said and left him standing there, knowing he wouldn’t dare to follow you. 

Sam came out of his room, when he heard you yelling again. ”Hey, guys. What's wrong?” he asked worriedly. You were not in the mood for lectures from him too, so you ignored his question and entered your room close to his. You leaned against the wall, letting out a shaky breath. You were tired of everything that's always followed you and Dean home after hunts. That shouldn't be okay. All you wanted was just some room to breathe, not him shadowing you at every step. Backup was important on a hunt, but this was getting ridiculous. Sam asked something from Dean and you heard him cursing like a bloody sailor, before saying to Sam: “Y/N almost got herself killed tonight on my watch.” 

You dropped your bag on the bed and tramped back out there. “On your watch? Really, Dean?” You asked in disbelief and walked past them back into the library. “I am not a fucking child, that you or Sam take with you on a hunt in turns to babysit me.” 

“Right now, I’m not convinced, ‘cause you act like a fucking baby right now. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn't even be standing here right now.” Dean replied. 

“Actually, Dean, if it weren't for you, flying into the room, guns blazing, we wouldn't have been in that situation so just shut it. Stop lecturing me about taking risks. You're not the right person for that.” 

You had a feeling like this argument tonight was a make it or break it for you. Too many times have you two started arguing after hunts because Dean wasn’t happy how it went down. You hoped that he'd stop ignoring you, when you said you're fine. So far you got blamed for not listening to him when you got hurt somehow on a hunt. You were even wondering how Sam put up with the yelling that always followed you two home. But he knew well enough to stay out of your way. You always made up after chewing each other out first. But tonight it felt different.

You walked towards him, seething anger fueling you on, pointing at him shakily. “You do NOT control me and I do NOT need you to protect me. I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” Dean rolled his eyes at you, but you decided to ignore it. You were trembling from insomnia and anger, but luckily you had forgotten the pain caused by your shoulder for a minute. 

Your eyes were brimmed with tears as you continued. Dean clenched his jaw, but let you speak without interrupting. “I am not letting anyone tell me what to do. Not anymore. For so many years, we have had this same argument over and over. I've had enough with it and I am done with you trampling all over me after every hunt, Dean, because I didn't listen to you or got hurt “on your watch”. So I want you to listen to me now..” You looked up to him and steadied your breathing before continuing. “If you wish to still have me in your life in the future, you better suck up whatever it is you want to say to me right now and find a way to start trusting me. Because if you can't do that, then I am out. I can't be in this relationship with you, if there's no mutual trust between us.” 

“Y/N, what are you saying right now?” his brows furrowed in confusion. “Oh, please don't play dumb with me. I have no energy left to be dealing with this bullshit of you blaming me every time we come back from a hunt.” 

“So you're lashing out on me right now because I care about you too much? Because I don't want to see you get hurt? Or killed?” He was yelling again.

You knew this would go too far tonight, but for some reason you found it too hard to stop now. Everything you've kept in just exploded, and you know that you're probably going to hurt him the way it's going, but maybe it's best for you to get it out. Maybe you've just had enough of letting your feelings eat you up from the inside. 

“This is not it, Dean! This is not because you care too much. This is about trusting me! You don't trust me. You are controlling me. You act exactly like my Dad. I can't go on like this.” You were pacing around the library, feeling like if you'd stop, your legs would give out. Until it finally made sense to you why you really are this way. 

Well, yes, Dean had his part in this, but he wasn't the main reason. Every insecurity and doubt you had about yourself was there because of your father. How he forced you to hunt after your brother died. The thing is, Miles actually wanted to be a hunter. You on the other hand couldn't wait to finish high school and go to college. Your dream was to have a normal life out of hunting and that was robbed from you by your father.

“I just..I can't deal with you.” You whispered and turned on your heels to go to your room. You slammed the door harder than you had anticipated. 

You laid in your bed, thinking how messed up you really were. It had been years already when you'd last seen your father and still a mere memory of him haunts you to this day. For all you knew, he could be dead already. 

After giving you some time to calm down, Dean gently knocked on the door and you heard him ask quietly through it: “Darling, can I please come in? We need to tie up your shoulder.” 

“Yeah.” You replied so quietly, you weren't even sure if he heard you. Dean stepped into your room without another word. You sat on the edge of the bed so he'd have more room to move around you. Both of you stayed quiet while he used one of your scarfs to tie your shoulder. It had started to hurt again and Dean must've known that. He pulled some painkillers out of his back pocket and handed them over to you. “Hold on, I'll grab you some water.” You took the pills and looked up to him for the first time since he came to your room. “Thank you.” You said quietly and he gave you a half-smile. “No need to thank me, sweetheart.” 

You sat there a few minutes, waiting for his return. You heard the boys talking to each other, but couldn't exactly make out their words. A second later, Dean came back with a glass of water. He handed you the glass and sat down at the opposite end of the bed.

“What happened out there?” You felt his gaze burning into your skin, but didn't look up at him. “Y/N, how can you think that I don't trust you?” He sounded hurt and you hated knowing that you caused it. 

“Because why else would you jump at my throat every time we get home from hunting? You're acting like I can't make decisions for myself.” 

"This is not because I don't trust you, Sweetie. I trust you with all my life and I know for sure that Sam feels the same. You are one badass woman, do you even know that? And of course I know that you can take care of yourself, but I still want to protect you, because I just can't stand the thought of losing you. You're all I have.”

“Not true, you have Sam.” He stared at you with a slightly annoyed look on his face. “That's not what I meant and you know it.”

He moved to sit next to you on the bed and took your hand. “Can you tell me please, what's this really about? Is it really only because of the fights we have? I’m sorry that I'm always the one to start them, I really am.” 

You noticed how your cheeks were wet from tears again. “But I promise I'll stop the blaming and yelling and everything, please just...” Dean wiped your tears away and turned you to face him completely. “This is something else, I know it. I want to know what's going on inside your head right now. Talk to me, honey.” 

You could tell from his look that he really was sorry. And while Dean wasn't usually one to press you to talk, you knew that at some point truth would have to come out anyway, better to get this over then.

“That's what my Dad always used to say. “I'm doing this to protect you”.” Your voice was quivering when you spoke. “Every time I wanted to leave them, he locked me up in my room. Sometimes not even letting me go to school. I never wanted to be a hunter. But my brother did and after he died on a job, everything got even worse for me. He started to physically and verbally abuse me when I didn't listen to him or refused to go on a hunt with him. Mostly it was just pulling my hair, occasionally hitting or calling me a skank, ‘cause he thought I only wanted to go to school to sleep around with everyone. But then he started drinking and it only worsened when I got older...he got more brutal.” You took a deep breath. 

Deep, very deep inside, you wanted to think that your Dad wasn't actually a bad man. That he was just not meant to be a father. He really wanted to help the people, who didn't know about the dangers and monsters that lurked in the darkness. “They don't know what's out there. We are the ones who must help them.” These words were etched into your brain. His priority was saving the world, you and Miles were always coming second to that. But this didn't justify the way he used to abuse you. “He crushed my dreams and turned me into a hunter. And I’m going to hate him for that forever.” 

You turned to hide your face from his shocked look. This was the first time you talked about your father openly to Dean. Or to anyone for that matter. And it really opened up old wounds that you had almost forgotten about. You took a look at him and saw that his eyes were full of rage. 

“Dean, I really meant what I said before. I’m done with the fighting. You have to start trusting me, when we're working together. Otherwise I’ll go and I will not look back. Because after every single fight, I go to bed crying because you make me feel like I'm 15 and in my father's house again. I go to bed blaming myself for everything that went wrong. And when I finally can fall asleep, it comes with knowing that you are right and I am careless, all because of him. And I know you don't do this intentionally, you just didn't know about it, but I can't take it anymore.”

Dean took a deep calming breath before talking, and you had a feeling that he was using all of his willpower not to freak out again. “Why haven't you told me about this before?” His voice was quiet, almost whispering.

You let silence linger for a moment, to catch your breath before continuing.

“I'm sorry. I've just tried so hard to forget everything regarding my past, but now I know it's not possible. My past will always stick with me, and if nothing will change for us, then…What are we even doing?”

You looked back at Dean, teary eyed and almost afraid of his reaction. You knew deep inside that you’d never have to be afraid of him, but coming clean with all your past and father, you actually feared that he'd get up and leave. That he'd leave you behind with all your emotional baggage. He gently ran his thumb over your cheek, catching a falling teardrop with it.

“What would you like to do instead?” he asked quietly. 

“What?” 

“You said you didn’t want to become a hunter. What was your dream then?”

You looked up at the ceiling, smiling to yourself. “You're going to think it's stupid.” You wiped the tears from your eyes. Dean jumped to defend himself. “No, I'm not. Whatever it is, it's probably something cool.” Looking down at Dean again, you felt all of the heavy feelings in the room slowly dissolve. 

“I wanted to be an archeologist.” Dean couldn’t hold in his laughter. 

“Don’t laugh!” You nudged him slightly with your shoulder. “I told you, you'd think this is stupid.” You couldn't help but smile too. “I was eight or nine when I saw the Mummy for the first time, I got interested in history after that. Especially in Egyptian history. Thinking that one day, I'll be the one digging under some undiscovered pyramid. But that’s all that it was, a dream.” You looked sadly at him. “That’s not stupid, babe, it sounds like an awesome job.” Dean smiled back at you. Both of you stayed quiet, and you were thinking of what would come next for you and Dean.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I love you. And I'll do my best to be worthy of you. You can count on it. You didn't deserve that kind of treatment from your father and you definitely don't deserve it from me. I am so sorry about everything you've been through.” He looked into your eyes that were all red and puffy from crying and exhaustion. “Sucks for you, princess, but you're stuck with me.” Dean leaned in and kissed you slowly and softly, before carefully pulling you closer to him. “Sleep now, I'm not going anywhere.” The kiss on top of your head was the last thing you remembered, before falling asleep in his arms.

Tags💕: @jackles010378 @cevansbaby-dove @alternativeprincess94 @deanwinchestersgirl87

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

What's to Love?

Okay, I'm back, Christmas and family stuff took me out for a few days but never fear, for I have three more requests to hand to you all.

This one was requested by an anon, asking for anything with a modern twist on it, the idea they gave was about reader having just had a child and having a little bit of some self confidence issues.

Arthur is always here to fix that issue, y'all know that >:)

Warnings: Fluff, like tooth rotting fluff, like go to the dentist or you will not own teeth anymore. Female reader, some negative thoughts about body image, very, very VAUGE sexual innuendos/conversation

This gif is from @itspapillonnoir

You felt awful, both physically and mentally.

Sitting in the rocking chair with your six month old baby, you were covered in spit up, you hadn't been able to shower today just yet, you had dark circles under your eyes that you just couldn't really get rid of, and your hair was a rats nest, you hadn't yet been able to really brush through it.

Arthur wasn't home yet, and all you wanted was to do was lay down and cuddle with him.

Though a small part of you couldn't help but wonder if that was what he really wanted...

Lately every time you saw yourself in the mirror you wondered if you were worth it.

You were nowhere near in shape, you hadn't exactly been that in shape to begin with, but now you felt like a lump of lard.

You could be intimate again, you and Arthur were allowed that, and it wasn't a lack of trying on his part, everytime he tried to get you in the mood it fell flat. Not because he wasn't good at it, but because you were so afraid that the moment things actually happened he'd realize that you weren't what you used to be.

That you were fat. Saggy, covered in stretch marks, scars, not...you.

You sigh, closing your eyes as you rock on the chair, your baby boy, Isaac, so aptly named, asleep against your chest.

You loved him so dearly, but recently you feared he was the only thing keeping Arthur with you.

It's a few more moments of silence before you hear the sound of the front door opening.

Arthur's voice travels upstairs, not a yell of course, but not quiet either.

"Darlin' you up there?"

"Up here Arthur-" You answer, covering Isaac's ears.

Its quiet as you hear Arthur's footsteps.

He comes into the nursery, a small smile on his face as he notices little Isaac asleep on you.

"You want me to put him in the crib?"

"No, no, I've got it." You sigh tiredly and get up slowly, you make your way to the crib and slowly put him down. Luckily he stays asleep.

You stay quiet and look down at him, You feel Arthur's arms around your waist after a moment or two and suddenly you can't stop the tears that start to fall.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Arthur's voice is a quiet whisper, he kisses your cheek gently and moves a strand of hair away from your face.

"What's with the tears Princess, you okay? Talk to me."

His kind words only make you cry further and he furrows his brow before he gently leads you out of the nursery.

He leads you to your shared bedroom, just across from the nursery.

Arthur helps you sit on the bed and he kneels down in front of you, using a thumb to wipe your cheek as gently as he can with the callouses from working in the mechanic shop all day.

"Hey now...Y/N, baby...what's goin' on, what's with the cryin'?"

You try to wipe your face, only for Arthur to move your hand away and do it for you, then he kisses your cheeks and eyelids.

He looks at you patiently, waiting for you to be able to speak, he keeps his hands on your arms, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth.

"Arthur...I.."

You start, swallowing and doing your best to try not to burst into tears.

"Why are you still here?"

You ask the question flatly, just barely keeping it together.

"What?"

Arthur's brows crunch up, as well as his nose, his eyes narrow as he looks at you. There's a look in his eyes, he's confused...but he seems angry too.

"What the hell kinda question is that?"

You swallow and look at him again.

"Why are you still here, what about me is keeping you here?"

You sniffle again and cover your eyes with your hands.

"I don't understand why you're here, I don't I don't get it Arthur, I just don't...Look at me, look at my body, look at my face...."

"What's wrong with 'em?"

"Look Arthur!"

"I am!"

He scoots a little further to you, cupping your face in his hands.

"What are you tryna get at here, Love?"

You cover his hands with your own, frowning, feeling tears slip out.

"I'm disgusting Arthur...covered in stretch marks, I'm not in shape, I wasn't even before I had Isaac and now it's even worse...I look tired all the time, my hair's always a mess I feel dirty all the time...My arms are fat, my stomach's fat...I'm fat, Arthur, I'm not pretty anymore-"

"Stop it."

You look up at Arthur's sudden stern words.

"Stop all that, you're breakin' my heart here Princess."

He takes a breath and leans in, kissing your forehead.

"You are just as beautiful as you were when I first started datin' you. You're gorgeous, you always have been."

"But Arthur-"

"But nothin'. You gave me a kid babe. I wouldn't expect you to be dressed up in makeup and dresses all the time, I don't expect you to be prim and perfect."

He pauses.

"Your stretch marks ain't nothin' bad at all, I love 'em, they're natural, just like you. It's okay that you ain't in shape, I don't care about that, I love you as ya are."

He sighs and kisses your cheek, keeping his other hand on your cheeks, holding your jawline.

"So what if you're a little chubby, that ain't anythin' to be upset over, I love how cozy ya are. I love that you look like a MOTHER, because you ARE one. A damn good one at that."

"Arthur-"

"Let me talk, I ain't done yet missy."

He sighs and stands, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you to your feet.

"Out of a room full of super models I'd still choose you, No matter what, I 'd choose you, regardless as to whoever else was there. It's you that I love, 'flaws' and all. You're a work of art to me, and you should damn well know that."

He gently kisses you, and pulls you in for a hug, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

"I ain't never ONCE, looked at you and thought 'she's lettin' herself go' not once."

"I just..I don't...I'm not pretty anymore...I'm scared one of these days you'll look at me and see what I see and then...I'll wake up and you'll be gone...I..I worry that Isaac is the only thing keeping us together...."

"That's nonsense and you know it. I ain't goin anywhere, even if Isaac wasn't here."

You press your face further against his chest, tears still falling.

"I don't want to lose you, the thought makes me sick Arthur."

"You ain't losin' me, not now, not ever."

He kisses the crown of your head, moving a hand to the back of your head, gently playing with your hair.

"I love you, Y/N. You changed a little, I expected that, you had a kid, you're a mom you're human...you're still just as beautiful to me as you were when we first met. Ain't nothin' changin' that."

He pauses.

"This why you haven't been as clingy as usual? Why you haven't wanted to do anything with me?"

You nod slowly, feeling...guilty almost.

"Sweetheart...I want you to talk to me, okay? You're allowed to be upset, but I can't help you until you tell me what's goin' on."

"I just...I get so scared of you seeing me naked again...Scared you'll see how I look and run."

"Nonsense, besides you think I ain't seen it since the baby's been around? You get changed in the same room as me, as much as you wanna hide it, I still see it and you're still just as attractive as you were before."

You close your eyes and press your face to his chest, keeping your arms around his neck.

"I just wanna be good for you Arthur, I want to be the best for you, I wanna be what you deserve. You're such a good man, a good dad, I want you to have what you SHOULD have, not what you settled for."

"Settled? I didn't settle, I chose to be with you because I love you, and I love how you treat others including me. Listen to yourself Princess...you're sittin' here, saying you want better for me, yet you ain't even thinkin' about yourself."

He sighs and squeezes you tighter.

"You ain't even considerin' how you feel. You're the most selfless woman I know. You'd let me leave if you thought it would make me happier, even if it devastated you, but you know what, I don't WANT to leave you. I never have and I never will because YOU are everything I've ever wanted. You love me so hard it astounds me sometimes that it's even possible for someone to feel that way about me."

You look up at him, the tears mainly dried against your cheeks.

"How could I not love you Arthur, you're you, you do everything right, you're kind, and handsome and smart-"

"You see what you're doin' there? What was the first thing you jus' said, repeat it."

"How could I not love you."

"Okay, so, why on earth wouldn't I feel the same damn way about you? You're you, you're my love. You're my girl...I love you to the ends of the earth...I'd do anythin' for you."

You feel tears pool in your eyes again as you hug him once more.

"I just was so scared....I just...the thought of losing you-"

"It'll never happen, Darlin' never. I love you too much, just like I love Isaac too much, I would NEVER...never leave you. Not without rational reason and even then it's not likely to happen."

He holds you close and maneuvers to sit on the bed, pulling you with him and bringing you into his lap.

He rubs your back comfortingly and makes sure you're comfortable.

"I ain't lettin' you do anythin' tonight, alright? I'm makin' dinner, I'm takin' care of Isaac when he wakes up, I'm doin' everythin'. Only thing I want you to do Darlin' is take a shower and relax a little, okay? We'll have a movie night tonight, we'll watch your favorite movie, I'll make your favorite food get your favorite snacks. Everything."

He pauses and presses a soft kiss to your temple.

"I'll get that stupid little foot bath thing you love, and I'll get that heating pad for your back, your favorite one of my hoodies for you...everythin' you want, I'm givin' it to you."

You smile and wipe your eyes.

"I'm sorry Arthur-"

"Quit that, you ain't gotta apologize, you're allowed to be upset, you're allowed to have feelin's Darlin' just...you can tell me next time."

You nod quietly and hug onto him tighter.

"Before we do all that can we just...can we cuddle for a little longer? All I've wanted all day was to just sit with you...I just...please?"

"Course Darlin' I'd love to do that."

"I love you Arthur."

"I love you to Y/N. Always will. "